Further adventures ~ Pt 5

**Please Note** This chapter is in response to the replies to the survey I ran. The majority of those who responded requested that Molly serve her father... so here goes:



Molly was led into the room and made to kneel in front of the kennel window in front of Dalton. She had no idea where she was, although by the number of steps she'd taken and the direction, she presumed she was in the living room. She had no idea who, if anyone, was in the room with her. She felt herself getting hot and wet from this. She knelt, however, with her hands behind her back, as if displaying herself.

"Wow!" Dalton whistled. "Now that is a body!" he nodded. "I thought it had a body like that when I saw it under the dog."

He sat there looking at her for a long time, practically drooling over her. "Nicely decorated too." He said approvingly. "I've talked to Claudette about piercing, she says she's afraid it would hurt too much."

Marcus grinned. "Does that matter?"

Dalton glanced up. "Well, ummm...I suppose not, really."

Marcus shook his head. "Not at all, in fact. The pain caused by the piercing simply added to the experience... for myself and the slave." He smiled.

"Oh!" Dalton's eyes widened. "It likes pain?"

"Oh it likes pain a great deal!" Marcus nodded. "Especially its tits and nipples. Can't get enough. I spend a lot of time in the dungeon with it, giving it what it needs."

The bulge in Dalton's pants, which had already been large, suddenly strained at the material. "Wow!" he said. "It's not something mine is into, but I certainly love to watch one that is." he grinned, and Marcus wondered if he was trying to get himself an invitation to the dungeon. Not on this visit, he thought to himself. When he said nothing, Dalton looked at Molly once again.

"So it loves it huh?" Dalton grinned.

"It does. It knows the only reason it has such wonderful tits is that they might be offered to me for my pleasuring of myself in whatever form of torture I wish."

Dalton looked her over. "Interesting tattoos. Are they significant?"

Marcus smiled. "It loves its tits tied. I love them that way too. It's the most beautiful sight, the way tits should look! However, its not healthy to keep them that way for long, so the tattoo offers an optical illusion, as well as a reminder of what they are for."

"Oh I would love to see them like that!"

Marcus glanced at Rob, then without further hesitation, retrieved the harness he kept in a drawer in a nearby table. Carefully he fitted it over the large tits, as Molly thrust her chest forward to help him. The harness was tightened, then re-tightened, until her tits bulged out hard and dark on her chest. Dalton let out a whistle.

"Oh my God! It's gorgeous! Such huge, hard, mounds! Flesh so dark!" He glanced at Marcus. "Do you whip them like this?"

Marcus grinned at his eagerness. "It's the best way to whip them. They are more sensitive like this, the pain is much more effective."

Dalton swallowed hard. "What's that ring for there?"

"That's to suspend it." He said, and when Dalton eyed him questioningly, he continued. "To hang it up when I want to know where I've left it, or when I just want to enjoy the view."

Dalton groaned. "Oh please, can I see that?" He said breathlessly. Marcus narrowed his eyes and looked at Rob's dad. If tendencies were hereditary, he thought, he could see where Rob would have got them from. The man was almost desperate to see Molly hung by her tits. Marcus reached for the chain and obliged him.

As Molly hung before them, dangling in mid air, supported only by her tightly tethered tits, they watched Tricia for a while as Brutus dismounted and Gustav poised to take his turn. Dalton, however, kept looking back at Molly, where she hung, and rubbing his crotch.

"Marcus my man," he said finally. "you've certainly made me want a piece of that slave!"

Marcus glanced at Rob. It was now or never, he thought, knowing this was the last chance to back out. However, he wanted to see Dalton take her just as much as the man wanted to do it. Carefully he let her down, 'til she knelt on the floor once again.

"You're welcome to use the whore." Marcus said, and Dalton was up on his feet and removing his pants before the words were out.

"Oh yes! It's a whore alright! A fuck whore, and that's exactly what I'm going to do with it!" He placed his hands on Molly's back and pushed her onto her hands and knees, and rubbed his straining cock against her, while glancing at Claudette. "Watch me fuck this slut." He said to her. "Watch me use it's cunt good!"

With that he thrust, plunging his large hard cock into Molly's cunt so forceful that she almost lost her balance. She grunted, but no other sound escaped her. Dalton pulled out again, slowly, and then drove back in hard. Marcus couldn't believe how hard he was getting watching the man take his own daughter like that, even if he didn't know that's who she was. Suddenly he knew what he wanted to do, what Molly had to do for him right now!

Marcus left the room so he could not be heard, picked up the mic and turned it on to speak to Molly. "It's a hard, ruthless cock that's fucking you, slut!" He said, in a strong voice. "Make sure it likes your cunt. Now, I know what kind of cock starved cum-slut whore you are, so this is what you are going to do for your Master. You give that cock the best damn whore fuck its ever had, and cum hard on it. And pretend it's your own father that's fucking you while you do it! Do you understand me? Nod once!"

From his place in the doorway, Marcus saw Molly's head make a single, purposeful nod. and grinned to himself. "That's my slave." He said happily. "You do a good job, and maybe...just maybe...the whip won't be so harsh tonight."

Dalton, meanwhile, was hammering into her cunt at breakneck speed. Molly bucked her hips back to meet his every thrust, and he groaned wildly. "God Marcus, this is one hell of a hot whore! Its fucking back at me like it can't get enough of my cock!"

Marcus grinned as he walked up beside them, watching Dalton's cock relentlessly taking his daughter. "Oh that's what it is alright, a cock-desperate whore that can't get fucked enough."

Marcus glanced at Rob, who was watching wide-eyed. But Marcus knew that look on his face. He was loving what he was seeing!

Suddenly Dalton glanced at them. "Its fantastic! Marcus, if I roll it over, can you whip its tits while I fuck it hard?"

Marcus hesitated only a moment, then nodded. Dalton pulled out and flipped her onto her back and thrust his cock back inside, burying it to the hilt. Marcus drew out his belt and gave Molly's tits a good hard lash. She arched, lifting her tits into the pain, and Dalton drove his cock hard into her.

"God, man, yes!" Dalton hissed, then groaned. "Give it to them good! Oh that's going to drive me wild!" He glanced quickly at Marcus. "Will you let me cum in it's cunt?" His eyes pleaded for a positive reply, and Marcus smiled.

"Cum in it all you want, but I'd like to see it cum on your cock first." He said, really and truly wanting to see that.

"You got it!" Dalton grinned. "Just keep whipping it, and I'll do the rest."

"Not to worry." Marcus said. "It loves the whippings, and it'll cum from them, you just wait!"

Rob watched as his father hammered his cock into Molly's cunt, hard, deep and relentless, while Marcus continued to lash his belt across her tightly bound tits. Again and again she arched to meet the belt, and again and again Dalton's cock plundered her, until at last she began to convulse on the floor, her cunt squeezing hard around the cock that was using her.

"Oh yessss!" Dalton groaned. "It's cumming! The whore cunt is squeezing my cock so hard, its gonna milk me dry! YES!!" With that, he plunged deep into her and let his load fill her, gush after gush, his fingers gripping hard into her hips, pulling her onto him as he emptied into her.