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Subject: Re: Slave Daughter - MF/f, BDSM, INCEST
Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2004 21:22:46 -0500
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This is an interesting story...It has a little bit of everything. The
reality of incest on the sibling mind...
ahhhh!!!
"John Simmons" <around@here.com> wrote in message
news:MeCMc.78$GME.72@news04.bloor.is.net.cable.rogers.com...
> Brooke was a spoiled wastrel with no intention of ever working for a
> living, until her stern parents taught her the pleasures of slavery.
>
>
>
> Brooke slammed the cab door angrily and stormed up the
> driveway, her bag over her shoulder she was highly pissed off and more
> than a little drunk.
> She grunted as she ran into the side of a car and almost fell.
> "Fuck!" she cried.
> She glared at it and kicked it, then frowned, for she didn't
> recognize it. There was another behind it, and another. She scowled at
them.
> "What the fuck is going on?" she demanded.
> It was one in the morning. She had intended spending the
> night at Megan's, but they had gotten into an argument. Megan was going
> back to university in a month, her third year. Brooke was - not. She had
> no intention of going to university. She had no interest. And why should
> she? Her parents were rich, beyond rich, wealthy. They were worth
> millions, and had no difficulty supporting her. When they were gone, she
> would get their money. So why on Earth should she sit in dull classrooms
> listening to dull bearded intellectuals spouting nonsense when she could
> be out partying?
> And for that Megan had called her a leech! The rotten little
> bitch! As if she was paying a cent towards those expensive classes at
Yale!
> And what the fuck were all these cars doing here!?
> She kicked the one in front of her again and stumbled,
> falling back heavily on her behind.
> "Fucking cocksucking son of a bitch!"
> She felt the cool grass against her bare bottom and grunted,
> rolling, pushing herself unsteadily to her feet, fleetingly glad no one
> was there to see her tiny mini fly up and back to reveal her lack of
> underwear. Brooke liked not wearing underwear with her short skirts. It
> made her feel daring and sexy and dangerous. But that did not mean she
> wanted to be seen with her skirt around her waist and her legs sprawled
> apart.
> Not by just anyone.
> She headed up the driveway, muttering, shoving her loose
> reddish brown hair out of her eyes. The house should have been dark. It
> wasn't. It was very brightly lit, and she slowed wonderingly. Her
> parents hadn't told her they were having a party.
> She mouthed another curse. If she came in pissed they'd be
> bitching at her again. They'd been doing nothing else for months. How
> dare they! She was eighteen, wasn't she? More than. She would sneak in
> the back way up to her suite of rooms.
> She went around the back and halted stupidly staring in
> through the wide glass doors into the main living room.
> There was a party in there, but not the kind she had
> imagined. She found herself staring, gaping, at the site of a naked
> woman not much older than herself kneeling at a man's feet giving him
head.
> "Holy shit," she whispered.
> The girl was blonde, slender, with a very attractive body.
> More interesting still, her wrists were chained behind her back and she
> wore a metal collar around her throat. The man in front of her held the
> leash to the collar as her lips bobbed up and down his thick shaft. All
> the way up and down, for the girl was effortlessly deep throating him.
> Brooke stared enviously, wonderingly. She looked so - exotic,
> erotic, so hot as she knelt there with her lips sliding up and down the
> man's cock.
> Beyond them were a number of men and women sitting around on
> the plush sofas and chairs watching, grinning, talking together, and her
> parents were among them.
> Brooke sat down abruptly, grunting, hardly noticing.
> Her father was moving forward. The other man had apparently
> come, and her father was taking his place. Brooke stared stupidly at her
> mother, then at her father, who was wearing only a pair of leather
> shorts. She noted, with surprise, that he had a heck of a body. Well,
> she'd known he worked out, but - his physique was impressive, and when
> he lowered his shorts she gasped at the size of the cock which slid into
> view.
> Her father was hung like a fucking horse!
> He watched him tug the girl's leash, then reach down and
> roughly grasp her blonde hair, yanking her face forward, tilting her
> head back. He rubbed his cock over her face, speaking softly, his lip
> curled up in a sneer, and as she watched, transfixed, her father slid
> that long, fat cock into the girl's mouth and then rammed it right down
> her throat.
> "God!" she whispered.
> She sat in the darkness, watching dazedly as her father
> fucked the girl's throat, pulling his saliva coated cock out now and
> then to rub it across her face. Then he suddenly flung her back roughly,
> knelt, and flipped her onto her belly as though she were weightless. He
> yanked up on her hips, raising her bottom, and positioned himself at her
> bare sex, a shaven sex, Brooke noted.
> Brooke wanted to run off screaming but couldn't. Worse, she
> felt her pussy throbbing strongly, her nipples tingling with life inside
> the dainty cups of her lacy black bra, her breasts hot. She swallowed
> repeatedly, gaping, as her father seized the helpless young girl's hair
> and thrust himself violently into her belly. Even through the closed
> doors she heard the girls cry, a mixture of pleasure and pain as her
> father buried himself in her pussy.
> "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she whispered, wide eyed.
> Her father was so different from the man she knew, the gentle
> father, the architect, always with the small smile on his face. Now he
> was stern, commanding, his lip curled as he barked at the girl he was
> riding. His hips slammed against her brutally as he yanked and twisted
> her hair. She watched him reach down and seize one of the girl's
> breasts, his fingers digging into the soft, plump flesh with what had to
> be painful force.
> She blinked as if coming out of a trance and looked around
> her. She discovered her hand was between her legs, her fingers rubbing
> at her sex, and jerked it away guiltily. This was sick! She shouldn't be
> watching this, much less getting off on it!
> She was about to go when she saw her mother come forward.
> That froze her in place. Was her mother, her strong willed mother going
> to kneel and be used like that as well? The thought was oddly exciting,
> yet almost impossible to imagine.
> Nor did it happen. Her mother, clad in a tight leather mini
> and bustier which showed off a stunning body, dropped in front of the
> girl instead. She reached for her hair and not only yanked her head up
> but lifted her shoulders off the floor. Then she pulled apart her mini
> and exposed her own shaven sex.
> Brooke gaped. Surely her mother wasn't - . And then her
> mother guided the girl's mouth in against her sex and the girl began to
> lick.
> Oddly, Brooke handled that better than her father. Having
> little bisexual flings was all the fashion, after all, and her mother
> was nothing if not fashionable.
> She looked at the girl between them wonderingly. What was it
> like to be used like that? Her own sexual encounters had always been
> carefully scripted. She had to act in a certain way, had to say certain
> things. She had to move her hips, move her hands, move her lips in
> certain ways, and touch certain parts of his body. It was important to
> be considered good in bed, not great, not too, too enthusiastic, for
> that would draw jeers and insinuations. But almost as bad was the
> reputation of being bad in bed, a dead lay, incompetent. That brought
> snickers, and Brooke was always dreadfully aware of her reputation in
> all things, and the need to protect it.
> But this lovely blonde girl, she was just being - used, and
> roughly. She didn't need to really do much of anything but be a sex toy
> for her parents and others to play with. She felt a sudden heated
> longing for such a thing, to just give in to a wild sexual encounter
> with no care about what to do or how her behaviour would be seen and
> measured or what anyone would think. To just lay there in chains and be
> - fucked.
> She watched her parents use the girl, suppressing the heat
> she felt inside herself. So her parents were perves? Heh. Maybe she
> could use that against them the next time they bitched, she thought
weakly.
> Her parents finished, and another man moved forward, a large
> brute of a fellow who threw the girl onto her back and then slammed
> himself into her. Brooke winced.
> That must hurt, she thought.
> Yet she felt her fingers creeping between her thighs again as
> the man rode her, as he pinned her legs back and pounded down into her
> body. The girl was helpless, her hands chained behind her, and could
> nothing but gasp and moan and cry out as he rode her. Brooke stared, and
> saw herself in the girl's place, a big, brute of a man ramming himself
> down into her as people watched.
> Her fingers slipped beneath her mini and she gasped at how
> wet she was, how dripping her pussy. She began to stroke her swollen
> clit, moaning softly as she watched the girl's slender body crushed
> beneath the hulking male body, watched his stiff cock slicing back and
> forth between her sex lips.
> She leaned further and further forward, squeezing her breast,
> rubbing her pussy. She grunted as she lost her balance, falling forward
> onto her shoulders, still staring, still kneading her pussy as she
> thrust her bottom in the air and drove three fingers into her gooey
> pussy. She came with a shuddering moan, and then heard the girl
> beginning to cry out, to moan and wail loudly as her own orgasm arrived.
> The sound made her body thrum with heat all over again.
> "Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Oh God! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!" the
> girl was crying.
> It was bizarre even imagining herself making such cries. She
> had always been carefully controlled, even in her sex, and if she'd
> occasionally felt very aroused, well, she hid it being groans and sighs.
> Crying out loud could get her a reputation, after all.
> The man finished with the blonde, and released her. Her body
> spread out, unfurling, and lay sprawled naked on the floor. Another man
> came forward, and the girl was all but dragged to her feet. Brooke
> watched as she was led across the room to the pillars which separated it
> from the hall outside, watched as her chained wrists were unshackled and
> then spread up and out to either side. The blonde girl made no
> resistance as her wrists were chained up to - to hooks on the sides of
> two pillars, hooks which had held heavy planters.
> And then her father moved behind the girl carrying - . A
> whip!? Brook gasped in disbelief, her heart fluttering as she saw the
> separated tails of the whip swinging and swaying below her father's
> fist. Others gathered around, and her father swung. The whip spread out
> as it flew through the air, and then cracked across the girl's back with
> a sound she could hear through the windows. A moment later the girl
> cried out in pain, her back arching, her legs twisting and jerking
> violently beneath her.
> Brooke stared, appalled, mesmerised, her fingers buried in
> her sex, thrusting, squirming, her heart pounding as her father brought
> the whip down again and again and again. The blonde girl cried out,
> sobbed, twisted and thrashed against the chains holding her, and then
> sagged, all but hanging by the wrists as her father continued to swing
> the whip against her now very red back.
> She saw another man kneel in front of the girl, and guessed
> he was performing oral sex, but her focus was on her father, watching
> the muscles bunch in his shoulders and arms and back a he brought the
> whip down on the helpless blonde, his ass tight in his short black
> leather shorts. He was like an Adonis, she thought wonderingly.
> He halted and a man moved up behind the girl, his cock out.
> Brooke bit her tongue as she saw him working his cock up into her anus,
> the girl moaning and writhing, head falling back bonelessly.
> She pushed herself to her feet and stumbled around back, let
> herself in, and darted up the rear stairs to her room.
> She always kept her door locked when not in, so there was no
> reason her parents, whose bedroom was across the other side of the
> house, should even know she was there. She stripped quickly, flinging
> herself on her bed, reaching for her night table and vibrator, then
> rolled onto her back and turned it on, thrusting it into her pussy with
> painful force, groaning, arching her back as she thought about being
> taken violently, chained and taken.
>
>
> She woke slowly, groaning and rolling over on her satin
> sheets, pulling them in against her naked body, loving the feel of the
> smooth satin against her bare breasts. She pulled the sheets up around
> herself, rolling her head in the soft, feather pillow, sighing
comfortably.
> The events of the previous night - morning, came flooding in
> and she blinked her eyes, then swallowed as her pulse picked up. It had
> all happened! Her right hand was already between her legs, and now her
> finger slipped down to her tight pussy entrance and found her clit,
> rubbing gently against it. Her mind's eye filled with the memories of
> the blonde girl, chained and used and whipped.
> Her fingers slipped into her moist sex and she groaned as she
> pumped them in and out, her thumb stroking across her clit. Her mind
> drifted, and she saw herself shackled, used, whipped by strong men. And
> then the strong man shifted, and it was her father, punishing her, using
> her. She groaned, feeling nasty and wicked, but the fantasy turned her
> insides to jelly and she came violently, her legs spreading wide, her
> back arching as she gurgled and moaned and shuddered in pleasure.
> She lay in bed for a time, panting, recovering, then flung
> the covers back and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She stood
> up, moving to the window and checking outside. It was a sunny day -
> again. No surprise in California. She padded to her low dresser and
> gazed at herself in the mirror, then picked up a brush and brushed
> lightly at her hair. It spilled over her shoulders in a loose, uneven
> mass of reddish brown, a rolling wave of tangled lightly curled silk
> which caressed her bare back halfway to the waist
> Sometimes she brushed it out perfectly straight. Sometimes
> she pulled it up behind her head. Sometimes she did it in a thick pony
> tail. Yet today she did little, not even bothering to shower before
> going down. She didn't want her hair looking smooth and neat that morning.
> She had no plans, no real ideas about what to do, about how
> to act, about how to respond, about what she knew. But she felt -
> aroused - electric. She shook her head and her hair tumbled loosely,
> spilling over her forehead, the strong red tinting glistening in the
> light as it brushed across her back and shoulders.
> She had a long, slim, full busted body, with slender, but
> rounded hips, a trim, flat tummy, and high, youthfully firm breasts.
> She considered momentarily. She rarely dressed unless going
> out. She liked her comfort. She opened the drawer and drew on a lacy
> black thong. Thongs were all she wore, so that was hardly unusual. Then
> she opened her closet and took out the tops of a pair of black silk
> pyjamas she rarely wore. She slipped them on and buttoned them up,
> except for the last button of course. Then, her mood affecting her, she
> unbuttoned the second button and nodded at the hint of cleavage revealed.
> Her nipples, she realized, were hard. But the house was
> chilly with the air conditioning, and the black of the pyjamas would
> make that less obvious. She opened her door and wandered out, her bare
> feet sinking into the soft rug running down the hall.
> It was Saturday, and just past noon. Her father was home. She
> felt an unfamiliar nervousness creep over her, and the thrumming between
> her legs grew worse. She looked down at her long, bare legs anxiously,
> then steeled herself. She often wore less than this around the house,
> sometimes coming down in bra and thong panties. Why should she feel -
> slutty now?
> Her father looked up from his newspapers, his eyes taking on
> a look of surprise, then wariness as she walked casually into the room.
> "Hi, Daddy," she said brightly, hiding everything behind a
smile.
> "I didn't know you were home, Brooke," he said questioningly.
> "Oh, I got home early," she said casually, her heart pounding.
> She saw him again, in her mind's eye, his cock pushing into
> the girl's face, the whip cutting across her back, and felt herself
> flushing.
> "How early?" he asked, casually.
> She turned away to hide the blush. "Oh, real early, eight or
> so I think."
> "You woke up that early? That's unusual for you."
> "Oh no, I just went to bed then," she said with a sleepy grin
> as she turned and let herself all back lengthwise along the sofa.
> The light top slid up, revealing her thong and she casually
> smoothed it down over her thighs again.
> "I thought you were staying with Megan."
> Brooke's face turned sulky. "We had a - an argument."
> "Ah," he said, nodding and turning his eyes back to his paper.
> "Honestly, she's such a snot sometimes."
> "Do tell," he said.
> "She frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
> "Nothing at all," he said, not raising his eyes.
> "I am not a snot!"
> "I didn't say you were, dear," he said, raising his eyes
briefly.
> "But you thought it!" she said accusingly.
> "Have you developed a talent for mind reading?" he asked,
> looking up at her again.
> "I know you," she said sulkily. "You guys are always bitching
> at me, calling me lazy and useless."
> "We've never called you useless," he said. "We just want you
> to find something you're good at, something you like to do - ."
> "I'm good at spending money."
> "Shopping is not a skill."
> "Fat lot you know," she muttered.
> "As I said, we want you to find your way in life, to develop
> a skill and - ."
> "I'm good at sex," she said tauntingly.
> He sighed. "If you think you can make a career of it dear."
> "I don't need a career. I don't need money!"
> "That's true. But you can't sit around all your life doing
> nothing."
> "I'm not doing nothing," she said, jumping to her feet and
> pacing. "I have fun. I party. I shop. Why should I do anything else?"
> "We've gone over this, Brooke."
> "You want me to be a sales clerk or something?"
> "No," he said patiently.
> "I don't want to go to school! It's boring, boring, boring!
> And then what? Sit around in a boring office all day doing boring
> paperwork?!"
> "I like what I do."
> "I don't have the math for that," she sniffed, dropping down
> heavily onto the sofa beside him.
> "There are other careers that don't need math."
> "No, but they do need spending hours and hours, years and
> years studying and writing papers and ugh!"
> She fell back on the sofa, her hands behind her hair, glaring
> sulkily up at the ceiling. After a moment she became aware that her
> position had drawn the short pyjama top upwards along her thighs, baring
> her thong covered pussy again. Yet she did not move, instead feeling a
> renewal of the quivering in her belly and thrumming in her loins.
> The thong was a very narrow V of black fabric with two thin
> strings curving upwards over her hips, and she wondered, her heart
> pounding, if he was looking at her. At that moment her feelings were
> very difficult for her to understand. Her father was now a sexual
> creature, a hot, sexy man. And yet he was also sexless old daddy,
> utterly safe.
> She raised herself on her elbows, careful to put a pouty look
> on her face.
> "Is there any interesting thing I could do without going to
> school?" she asked.
> "You mean that someone would pay you to do?" he asked.
> She shrugged and tossed her head, letting her louse hair
> swirl around her face and head.
> "Not really."
> "Aren't there, like, self made millionaires who never went to
> college?"
> "A few."
> "Well then, I could be one of them."
> He snorted. "That generally requires a particular skill or
> talent and hard work, eighteen hour days for years."
> She rolled her eyes.
> "You could just give me some money," she said. "Like, a few
> million to start."
> "I don't think so."
> "Oh why not?" she groaned, sitting up, letting the silk top
> slide down over her hips again, and leaning forward to throw her arms
> around him.
> "Please daddy!" she cooed. "Please, please, please?"
> She was suddenly very much aware of her bare breasts pressing
> against her father's well muscled chest through the thin silk top, of
> the soft, warm flesh pillowed out against his body. Her heart beat more
> quickly and she kissed the side of his cheek.
> "And what would you do with millions of dollars?" he asked,
> loosening her arms from around his neck and easing her back.
> She shrugged. "Just uhm, use it I guess."
> He sighed. "On parties and booze and drugs and clothes."
> She shrugged again. "So?"
> "That's not a life."
> "It's a fun life."
> "I didn't raise you to be a lazy, shiftless party girl
> flitting from one party and one bed to the next."
> "But it's fun," she said with a sly grin.
> She gasped, wondering, as she caught his eyes flicking
> briefly down, if he had looked into her cleavage.
> "You're all grown up now, Brooke."
> "I know," she said with a smirk.
> "That means you need to get off your butt and work for a
living."
> "But why should I when I have a rich daddy?"
> She managed to turn in his hands, and slip backwards so she
> was sitting across his lap, her arm over his shoulder, her other hand on
> his chest, and her head against his broad chest.
> "Come on, daddy. Just a few million dollars," she cooed.
> "You say that like its a few dollars."
> "Well you've got lots of them," she said.
> "I am not going to give you millions of dollars," he said in
> annoyance. "If you want independence, want to be grown up and do as you
> want then earn your own money and support yourself."
> "But I don't want to support myself," she said.
> She hadn't really thought of it that way before, but the
> truth was Brooke didn't at all mind having someone else taking care of
> all the bills, not to mention all the problems which came up from time
> to time.
> "Then find some young man to support you," he said.
> She sighed and batted her eyes at him. "But then he'd want to
> do..." She walked her fingers slowly across his chest. "... nasty things
> to me, daddy," she said in a little girl voice.
> He gripped her wrist and pushed her hand away. "I'm not under
> any illusions about your virginity, Brooke," he said with a growl.
> She frowned indignantly. "Well that's not a nice thing to say!"
> "You're not exactly a naive Kansas farm girl, Brooke."
> "So you don't mind if I have to give myself to some crude sex
> maniac to survive!" she demanded.
> "Being dramatic isn't going to help your case."
> "You have tons of money. I don't see why I should need anyone
> else to take care of me."
> He sighed. "You don't, Brooke. I will always take care of you."
> "Well good then," she said, snuggling her face in against his
> chest.
> "But that doesn't mean you're not going to have to live by my
> rules while you're living in my house and eating my food."
> "Sure, sure," she said negligently.
> "I mean it, Brooke."
> She sighed. "You're being tiresome, daddy."
> "And you're being lazy. If you won't get a job you can do
> charity work."
> She pulled her head back and stared at him in astonishment.
> "Charity work!? Are you freaking kidding me!?"
> "No," he said, annoyed.
> "That'll be the day I spend my time making meals or something
> for some grubby poor people! Ick."
> "You are not going to spend your life partying and doing
> nothing."
> "If you say so," she sniffed.
> "I'm serious."
> "I won't do it," she said with a shrug.
> "You will if you don't want your credit cards cancelled."
> "If you cancel my cards I'll get my friends to buy things for
> me," she snapped, "My male friends! Of course, maybe they'll want
> something in return, but you obviously won't mind that since you think
> I'm a whore."
> "If you want to give yourself to men in exchange for dresses
> and shoes that's up to you, but unless they're willing to throw in the
> rent on a condo you'll still do what I tell you."
> "Or what?" she demanded sarcastically. "Are you going to
> ground me? Maybe you'd like to spank me, hmmm?"
> She half rolled away from him, snatching up the bottom of her
> pyjama hem to reveal her nearly bare bottom.
> "Don't piss me off, Brooke," her father snapped.
> "Or what? Will you spank me?"
> She rolled the rest of the way over, sliding forward more to
> lay her bare bottom across his lap. He had seen her in thongs before,
> but now he was more than her sexless father. Now he was that hot,
> powerful man who had whipped the blonde girl, and she felt a powerful
> throbbing heat in her loins as she rolled her hips up at him, taunting
him.
> She was almost expecting the crack of his hand across her
> bottom. Instead she felt him grip her thigh up high near her pussy, as
> well as her upper arm. Then she was heaved up and over his shoulders to
> land sprawling on the floor.
> "Fuck!" she said in startled shock. "You bastard!"
> She got to her knees, then he feet, glaring at him.
> "Watch your language," her father snapped.
> "Or what? Will you tie me up and whip me!?" she snarled.
> "What are you talking about?" he asked warily.
> "Oh don't think I don't know!" she shouted. "I saw you and
> that little blonde slut last night! It was disgusting!"
> "What consenting adults do is up to them," he said, not
> embarrassed.
> "You think tying up some poor girl and whipping her is all
> acceptable, daddy!" she sneered.
> "Melanie is a grown woman - ."
> "She looked younger than me!"
> "Nevertheless, she has more maturity than you've ever
displayed."
> "Oh that's what you consider maturity! Maybe I should let men
> whip me too! Is that what you're saying!? And then I could eat out their
> wives while they do me!"
> "You must have been watching for quite a while."
> "It was hard to miss! You and mom and some little blonde slut
> half your age!"
> "Are you jealous of Melanie?" he asked quietly.
> "Jealous?" she demanded incredulously. "Are you insane!
> "Well, Brooke, you saw your father having sex with a young
> girl last night and now you're rolling half naked on my lap trying to
> get him to spank you."
> "I was not!" she exclaimed, face reddening.
> "Do you think you'd like being shackled and whipped?"
> "You're sick!" she said hotly.
> "Your mother and I don't think badly of sexual submissives,"
> he said calmly.
> "Is that what you call the sluts?"
> Brooke's mother strode into the room. "What is going on?" she
> demanded.
> Brooke froze but her father shook his head. "Brooke must have
> come home late last night. She watched us with Melanie."
> Her mother's face flushed and Brooke sneered. "Yes, you
> making out with a girl, mother!" she said with a sneer, "A girl half
> your age! And all that whips and chains shit, too! It was disgusting!"
> "She was so disgusted by it she was rolling around on my lap
> two minutes ago, pulling up the hem of her nightshirt and showing me her
> lacy little thong."
> "Oh?" Her mother's eyes narrowed.
> Brooke's mouth opened in outrage.
> "Acting bratty and trying to get me to spank her."
> "Sooo," her mother said, frowning at her.
> "You two are both crazy!" Brooke shouted, her face going red
> as she fled the room.
> Humiliated, she took the stairs two at a time and then
> slammed the door of her room.
> She was going to - to change and go out - somewhere! She was
> going to get in her Porsche and head down the highway at a hundred miles
> an hour, and maybe pick up a bunch of bikers! That would show her
> parents! Maybe if she was gang raped and left in a gutter they - .
> "Brook? Open the door," her mother demanded.
> "Get lost!"
> "I said open this door!"
> "Go away! Maybe you can find some little bimbo to spank,
mother!"
> The door opened and she backed up, face flushed.
> "This is my house, remember?" her mother said, coming in and
> pocketing the key. "I have the keys to the doors."
> "And I'm just a fucking tenant or something, right? I don't
> even get privacy!"
> Brooke turned and rushed towards her ensuite bathroom but her
> mother intercepted her. And just as her father was a head taller than
> she so was her mother, and considerably stronger. She yanked Brooke back
> and sat her down on a chair, glaring at her.
> "Maybe you'd like to tell me what this latest tantrum is all
> about, young lady."
> "There's nothing to talk about! Just leave me alone! You're
> both sick!"
> "If you thought we were sick you wouldn't have taken the
> first opportunity to sit in your father's lap," her mother said.
> "Wearing a thong, yet."
> "I always wear thongs," Brooke said, face reddening still
> further.
> "And show your bottom to your father and dare him to spank
> you?" her mother said, arms folded across her chest. "Were you trying
> to provoke your father into doing something?"
> "I wasn't!" Brooke cried, dropping her eyes, face now burning.
> "When you were watching your father punishing Melanie, were
> you jealous of Melanie?" her mother asked gently.
> "NO!"
> "Did you imagine yourself in chains being punished by him?"
> "I told you no! You're sick!"
> She tried to rise but her mother shoved her back, frowning.
> "You're a grown woman, Brooke. But you've always been - weak."
> "Weak?" Brooke demanded, outraged.
> "Flawed. You always look to someone else to solve your
> problems for you, someone else to make the hard decisions, someone else
> to take responsibility. Are you a sexual submissive? Have you ever let a
> boy tie you up?"
> "I'm not listening to this!" Brooke said through clenched
> teeth, dropping her chin to her chest and refusing to look up at her.
> Her mother snorted, then left the room. Brooke glared at the
> open door, then jumped up and slammed it closed, locking it, then
> hurried to her closet, yanking down a pair of jeans and a tank top.
> The door opened and her mother came in, frowning.
> "Can't I have any privacy!?" Brooke demanded angrily.
> "I brought something for you to try out."
> Her mother held, incredibly, metal chains and shackles in her
> hands. Brooke stared at them incredulously.
> "Are you insane!?" she demanded.
> Her mother dropped most of them on a chair next to her, then
> walked up to her and caught at her arm.
> "Let go of me!" Brooke demanded, trying to twist free.
> Her mother held her easily, and snapped a simple metal
> shackle closed on her right wrist, then, struggling only briefly, a
> second around her left. They were connected by a six inch chain, and as
> her mother stepped back Brooke held her hands up to her eyes, staring in
> disbelief.
> "How do they feel?" her mother asked calmly.
> Brooke stared past her shackled wrists, raising her head to
> look up at her mother.
> "T-take them off!" she gulped.
> "Come here."
> "M-mother! Take them off!" she cried, as her mother tugged
> her by the arm and shoved her into a nearby chair.
> She immediately gripped one of Brooke's slender ankles and
> slipped another metal shackle around it. Brook stared at her in shock,
> then twisted, jerking her foot away, but too late. Even as she tried to
> rise her mother had her other ankle, yanking it up to dump her back into
> the chair. Then the second shackle was snapped closed and locked. Like
> the ones around her wrists they were slim stainless steel, perhaps an
> inch wide, with a narrow chain linking them and a small ring set into
> the side.
> "Get them off!" Brooke cried. "You pervert! You freak!"
> "If you want to experiment, Brooke, you can do so safely
> here," her mother said, rising as Brooke rose, then turning away.
> "Take them off!"
> "We'll see how you feel in an hour or two," her mother said
> over her shoulder.
> She closed the door behind her and Brooke was left shackled
> hand and foot, staring down at the shackles in disbelief. She pulled
> against the chain, stretching it out tautly, trying to tug her wrists
> free. Her fingers moved over the smooth metal, trying to separate the
> shackles, but finding no catch except the one with a tiny key hole in it.
> "Fuck! Fuck!" she shouted, turning in place, tugging angrily.
> "My fucking parents are sick perverts!"
>
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> From the ebook: Slave Daughter, by Argus
> Argus books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
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