His Daughter's Keeper by Robert Vickers

Author:Robert Vickers [Vickers, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: erotica, incest, sex
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Carole awoke to the throbbing of her shoulder muscles. Never had she experienced such agony. This went past mere pain and all the way into something just one step removed from death itself. Her shoulder muscles were knotted and quivering and her elbows felt as if they had been pulled loose from her arms entirely.

Most of all was the pain that lanced up from each of her toes. Trying to stand on tiptoe to relieve some of the pressure on her arms became unbearable. She wished she didn’t have to put up with this. But thinking about her predicament only increased the pain. Sharp needles danced along her trim calves and stabbed hard into her thighs and ass. She tensed and relaxed the muscles the beet she could, but that didn’t accomplish very much.

“Why me?” she moaned aloud, hoping someone would hear and take mercy on her. No one seemed to be in the room. Swinging around, she managed to look at herself in the full length mirror. Much to her surprise, she didn’t look all that bad.

While her hair was a wild red disarray and there were dark circles under her eyes, she looked little different from when Mr. Strong had strung her up on the chains. The padded cuffs prevented much bruising and he hadn’t really tortured her. Just a little tickling with the feather…

She shivered at the thought of the pain and pleasure he had given her with that one little motion. It seemed as if sensation was stirring again in her cunt from where he had lightly drawn the feather across her pussy lips. She was actually getting hot thinking about what he had done to her.

And the fucking! She didn’t know whether to thank the man or kill him for that. She’d gotten off at unexpected times, but he had denied her the final satisfaction of a climax. That had left her needy and wanting. Her entire body had hurt, bit the crying hunger in her cunt was the worst of all. She hadn’t been able to get a nice, realistic relationship built up with anyone except Clive. Only he had given her pleasure when she needed it. Miss Olson took a fiendish delight in tormenting her, and Mr. Strong was even worse. His cold blooded calculating desire to humiliate her seemed like a general’s battle plan.

She tossed her head and felt the chain snap hard. She swallowed hard and tugged futilely at the dog collar around her neck. A quick study of it told Carole that it was impossible for her to break the thick leather band or snap the metal links of the chain. As long as it was in place, she wouldn’t be able to stray more than a few paces from the bed. She couldn’t even reach the window and took out.

The girl tried to analyze what all had happened and found it jumbled up in her head. She didn’t even know where she was. The huge mansion of Mr. Strong might be anywhere within an hour’s drive of her house — or a day’s drive.

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