A literotic sexstories: Governor and Daughter 3 by gaggedKitty23 ,
Forced to watch his daughter’s electroshock torture at the hands of their two sadistic captors, Governor Werdan offers to do anything to spare his little girl more pain. But will he have the stomach to do what Hakim and Salib demand?
“UUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!”
Her bulging eyes and twisting figure completed the picture of pain and torture. With her wrists chained above her head and her ankles tied tightly together, that was all she could do – twist and let out muffled squeals and screams through her gag. What made it all the more humiliating and horrific was the fact that her captured father, the governor, was forced to watch every second of it. He sat, bound to a metal chair, with his own nipples and testicles still wired for future electro-torture, and watched his beautiful, nude daughter, just recently graduated from college, be subjected to the same rough treatment that he had endured less than thirty minutes ago.
Their two captors were not reasonable men. Hakim and Salib were terrorists from the West Bank. They were grim men, fanatical, with only one purpose – to make the ‘godless western imperialists’ pay. Hakim’s younger brother had been part of a cell that had tried to sabotage a power station in New York, but a special law enforcement unit had detected them before they could act, killing Hakim’s brother and the other terrorists when they tried to resist. That special anti-terrorist unit had been set up by none other than Governor Werdan himself, and Hakim still blamed the governor for his brother’s death.
He had sworn vengeance. Now, after kidnapping both the governor and his vibrant 23-year-old daughter, Michaela, he was well on his way to making that vow come true.
“You like the show your daughter is putting on? Look at that pussy struggle! Those shocks are definitely keeping her attention, don’t you think?” Hakim mocked, turning the dial up again. Once again, the slender brunette screamed through her gag, twisted and trembled, her body streaked in sweat. The girl’s once pristine figure looked far from pristine now, and it wasn’t just because of the sweat that sheened her naked form. It was also the welts across her breasts, back, buttocks, and especially her legs, from the whipping she had received earlier. Governor Mick Ucomo Werdan had been mercifully unconscious during his daughter’s harsh whipping, but the evidence remained, taunting him, tormenting him.
Tears slid down Michaela’s cheeks.
“PPPPLLLSSS…NNNN…MMMMRRRRRR!!!” she begged through her gag, half-way intelligibly. Hakim seemed to think it over for the briefest moment. Then he turned the dial up for a third time, and the muffled screaming continued like music from a nightmare. The shock from the battery continued to pummel her poor, delicate clitoris. Finally, she lost all control. While she spasmed, her wrists jerking wildly in their chains, she lost control of her bladder. Piss streamed down her legs and made a disgraceful puddle on the floor beneath her feet. Her desperate, heaving sobs filled the chamber.
“I don’t know how much more your girl can take of this,” Salib chimed in, giving his partner-in-sadistic-crime, Hakim, a pat on the shoulder.
Meanwhile, Mick Werdan had finally recovered his voice. He still couldn’t believe that this was happening… that this was real.
“Can’t you see you’re killing her!! Please, please STOP!” he shouted. Tears were flowing freely down his face as well, matching his daughter’s misery.
“Awww. Daddy wants to empathize more with his helpless tortured little bitch-daughter. Let’s give him what he wants,” Salib said with a dark gleam in his eye. He reactivated the wires attached to the governor’s testicles and nipples. Now, in unison, Salib and Hakim turned up both dials which connected the battery to their two captives. Governor Werdan’s shout of pain as the jolts zapped his balls and his daughter’s muffled cries as the voltage snaked through her clit now combined to form a kind of symphony of agony.
“UUUUUUUU!!!!!”
“YAAAAAA!!!!!!!”
Hakim and Salib enjoyed hearing the difference in the sounds their two captives made. Michaela’s squeals of pain were higher pitched and more refined despite the muffling from the gag. Governor Mick Werdan’s shouts were more guttural, purely masculine. The two assailants looked down at their cocks, which were now both elongated and harder than a slab of granite.
“Ooohhh, your bitch’s show has reignited our libido, governor. Look at our cocks, nice and hard and ready to give your precious girl a fresh fucking,” Hakim added smugly.
But Salib stopped him.
“No, no, brother. We must be patient. This bitch hasn’t suffered enough to deserve our cocks again. Not yet.”
Michaela hung slack in her bonds, her quiet sobs trickling out of her like the piss that glistened along her legs.
Hakim let out a disapproving tsk-tsk. “True enough, Salib. And look at this worthless whore, peeing herself after just a little shock to her pussy. So shameful. Such a mess. She needs more torture.”
Just as Hakim turned up the dial yet again, making Michaela scream and gyrate, Governor Werdan shouted with his most desperate plea yet.
“Please stop hurting my daughter! I’ll do whatever you want! ANYTHING! Kill me! Cut my throat! Make me do whatever your twisted minds think up, just please stop hurting my little girl!” The governor’s frantic plea actually seemed to have an impact on the two captors. Salib’s eyes seemed to light up with an idea as the governor’s bellowed promise rang out through the underground room.
“Anything? Did you hear that, Hakim? Our proud governor would do ANYTHING to save his sweet little girl from more pain. I like the sound of that.” He leaned over, whispering in Hakim’s ear. Hakin’s answering grin made Mick Werdan’s heart sink but also fed into a tiny glimmer of hope. Salib turned and strode back over to the governor’s chair. Abruptly, he slammed the governor’s chair backward onto the floor. The metal chair was no more than a glorified stool, with no back, and Governor Werdan felt his body slammed against the concrete as the breath got knocked out of him.
“UGH!”
“Lie there and don’t move, governor. You will do anything, yes? Then you can start by cleaning your filthy girl up for us. You will lick her all over…her pussy especially, and make it CLEAN. Understood?”
Governor Werdan opened his mouth, but no words would come.
He could hear poor Michaela whimpering and babbling as Hakim finally lowered her chains so that her feet could touch the floor again. He proceeded to undo her wrist manacles only to cuff her wrists in front of her. When he detached the gator clip from the poor girl’s clit, Michaela groaned as she felt the blood rush back into the most intimate part of her body. Next, Hakim loosened the girl’s gag so that the cock-shaped object dangled just below Michaela’s chin. With one hand now possessively cupping the girl’s ass, he proceeded to shove her in the direction of the governor’s tipped-over chair.
“This way, pussy. Daddy is about to comfort you. He’s going to lick your pussy. Aren’t you grateful?”
“This is…this is wrong!” Michaela sputtered, eyes wide with horror, disbelief, and revulsion. “Y-you can’t make us do this!”
“We can’t?” Hakim growled dangerously. From behind, his hand reached up, cupping and viciously squeezing Michaela’s right breast.
“OW!”
Putting the girl in a head lock, Hakim growled in her ear. “You want more shock to your pussy instead?”
“AAYY!!! No, Master. Please f-forgive this slut… I… will do whatever you ask.”
Hakim forced his fingers between her legs and gave her ravaged sex a few tender strokes, as if in reward for her submission.
“That’s more like it, cunt. Now I want you to face toward me and sit on your daddy’s face. Let him smell that cum-encrusted pussy and start cleaning it with his tongue.”
Blinking with disbelief, feeling like she wanted to puke, the alluring 23-year-old woman slowly swiveled around and began to kneel down on her father’s face.
‘I can’t believe this is happening. Please forgive me, father. Oh please forgive me,’ she thought desperately. Then she felt her cunt lips resting against her father’s lips.
“Let’s hear some licking, Dad,” Salib barked. “Hakim, get me the whip. Maybe Dad wants to see some more welts on his daughter’s tits!”
That seemed to do the trick. All of Mick’s resistance crumbled. Michaela’s cuffed hands held onto the overturned base of the chair as she faced toward her father’s feet, which were still bound to the chair legs. She could feel her father’s tongue now start to nudge between her soft, sore, and violated pink folds. She became hyper-aware as his tongue now explored her intimate depths more brazenly, lapping gently at her sex, awakening sensations that filled her with rivers of shame. The quiet, traitorous, guilt-ridden sounds of her father’s licks soon filled the basement. Michaela sat on her dad’s face, feeling obscene mini-waves of arousal emanate from her brutalized cunt as her dad’s tongue showed her the most forbidden kind of love.
Meanwhile, Mick Werdan tried to blot out everything in his mind. He tried to just mechanically do what he knew he had to do for his daughter’s sake. His tongue explored and stroked, licking dutifully. He tried to be like a machine, just doing as he was told. He tried not to dwell on the fact that he had his tongue inside his daughter’s own pussy, violating her at the behest of these two sick freaks. He tried not to think about the salty tang of two men’s leftover seed in his daughter’s cunt.
Hakim grunted. “Not bad, governor, but I think you can do better. I want you to make your young bitch CUM. Yes, you heard me right. Let’s see some taboo daddy-daughter love right now. I want your slut to be writhing, moaning, and coming within the next few minutes or I’m going to get very ANGRY. Understood?”
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