Tell her she has nothing to fear. Tell her you would never take advantage of her when she's bound and vulnerable. Put her mind at ease, Jack.
You can see she needs reassuring. What's the matter, Jack? Can't you lie to her? Can't you at least give her a few days of hope?"
Heather took her mouth off the cunt to say, "Daddy? She'll do it. I know she will. You can't let that happen to me.
Daddy please!"
Sue mocked, "Oh, Daddy please save me! Isn't that precious. What kind of father are you? Go ahead, Jack, tell her you'll save her."
"Sue, why must you torment her?"
"Because it amuses me to torment her. It makes my pussy wet. Heather, tell Daddy how wet Mommy's pussy is. Stick your tongue way up my fuck hole so you'll know just how wet it is in there. Do it. Let him see you do it."
Heather reached deep with her distended tongue, then pressed her face tight.
She pulled a wet face back and said, "It's true, Daddy. She's sopping wet inside. She's sick, Daddy. Can't you see that? Can't you control yourself?
Won't you save me?"
Sue laughed and mocked, "Can't you save me.
Tell her the truth, Jack. If you won't lie to her, tell her the truth. Tell her she's fucked."
Jack looked from Sue to Heather, took on a serious expression, and said, "She's right, Heather. I'm weak. I'm going to try as hard as I can, but she knows what my weakness are. She'll play on my weaknesses. I won't give you false hope.
If I fail, I will put the girdle and collar on you, and I will hold the dog's leash. I will jack off in your face while the dog screws you. I will amuse them to get pussy. I must have pussy, Heather. I can't live without pussy. Try to understand, sweetheart.
I love you dearly, but the flesh is weak. Just remember, you will always be Daddy's little princess no matter what, and one day I'll make it up to you. I swear I will. Once you turn eighteen and are legal, I'll save you. Until then, I'm afraid I have no choice but to let your mother and her lesbian lover have their way with you. I'm sorry, so sorry."
"That was beautiful, Jack. I'm sure that put her mind at ease. Now, piss in her face."
"Sue, no! Enough already."
"I said piss in her fucking face. Empty your bladder in your little princess' face. Do it or you'll be jacking off for a long time. Do it and I'll give you a good fuck."
Jack made a face of genuine reluctance but stood and held his cock aimed at Heather's big brown eyes, opened wide in pleading confusion, and then the piss stream hit her on the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. He soaked her and the cunt she had her tongue in, squeezed out the last squirts, shook drops off his dick, and left the room.
Sue got up, looked down on her sopping wet daughter, made a disagreeable face, and said, "Yuck. You look like wet fuck rag, Heather."
"Mom, you're not going to leave me like this, are you?"
"Fraid so. Sleep tight."
"Mom, no, please! Enough is enough. This isn't fun. At least make me cum. I need to cum. I can't sleep unless I cum."
"Good, then you'll wake up horny."
"I'll be awake all night. I have school tomorrow.
Mom, please!"
"I have to go give your father some pussy-reward pussy. He's been a very good boy. He wants his reward. I'll be back to check on you. I'll bring you a snack, yummy Daddy fuck.
Be thinking about that, princess. Nighty night. Sweet dreams.
Don't let the bed bugs bite." And then the lights went out.
Heather thought of nothing else and an hour later, well after midnight, the light flicked on and there stood her parents, one with a limp, wet dick, the other with a messy crotch.
The messy crotch settled over her mouth and fed her what she'd been thinking about for an hour. Not bad. Afterward, her father took pity and pleaded for her release, a shower, and a fresh clean bed to sleep in. Sue stood over Heather and pissed all over her as her answer. They left together and turned out the light.
Heather laid in the darkness, wringing wet and sticky, cold and sore, tingling from head to toe, wishing she could masturbate. She thought about Harold's mother, his dog, Ruff, his sneaky little brother, Harold's horny daddy, and Harold.
He was a cute little fucker now that she thought about it. He sure made riding a school bus pleasant. She drifted off to sleep an hour later still thinking about Harold and his family and what fun she could have popping in on them.
She woke up sore, stiff, and crusty as her mother extracted the cucumber. "Time to get up, Heather. How did you sleep?"
"Awful. I didn't get a wink of sleep."
Sue untied knots and set limbs free. She said, "I'll bet. You must be stiff."
"I am. God, I can't wait to get in a hot shower. I might stay there."
Heather rubbed sore joints, stretched, and sat up slowly. She examined her still gaping hole then looked up to her mother. She took on a serious countenance and said, "Mom, I have to ask you something. I'd like an honest answer."
Sue sat on the bed after finding a dry spot. She got a concerned look on her face and said, "Shoot."
"If I told you I didn't want to be messed with and you knew I meant it, would you leave me alone? You know what I mean."
"Do you have to ask? I left you alone all these years. Do you think I wanted to leave you alone? You've always been a sexy little girl, Heather, and I have always been bisexual with no qualms about incest or molesting the young and innocent. I never once encouraged you down this path. The most I ever did was open your eyes, teach you how to masturbate, and put ideas in your head by showing you examples. You got on this path of your own free will and you can get off the same way."
"I had to ask."
"Look, Heather. I realize you are getting into areas you never imagined and dealing with a lot of conflicting emotions and desires. If this ever becomes an all negative experience, or the bad times outweigh the fun times, get serious and let me know; otherwise, I'll ignore your protests, your whining and crying, your begging and pleading, and do what I feel like doing, thinking only of my own pleasure or the pleasure of the person I'm trying to amuse at your expense.
I am that way, Heather."
"I know. I got a sample last night."
"It won't all be fun, Heather. I wanted to prove that to you. Some things are going to hurt you terribly.
I'm serious. This afternoon was nothing, not even a sample. I'll make you suffer and show you no mercy and no pity, none. If the person I'm trying to amuse derives the slightest pleasure from watching you suffer, I'll make you suffer more. I'll try not to permanently scar you, but I might scar you. I might put my cigarettes out on your tender parts."
"You would?"
"Yes, I would, and I'll tell you something about Sarah. It would amuse her to see me hurt you. I love to amuse Sarah. She's not that bad now, but these things have a way of escalating. She's the type that needs more and more, stronger and stronger. I'm not into hurting, especially not you, and I will always be careful not to do any permanent injury, but I know how I am. If Sarah wants more, I'll give her more. It could get bloody ugly."