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Bad End #9
The Unwanted Daughter
By Razor7826
“Damnit, still no ransom. Maybe we should start sending parts of her back to her father.”
Her dazed stupor dissipated in an instant. From her fetal position on the basement floor, she looked at George and I with a desperate smile and tears welling up in her eyes. “Do… don’t do that, guys. You love me just as I am, right?” She uncurled her legs from against her chest and kneeled, spreading them and arching her back to remind us of why we kidnapped her. “You know that I’d do anything for you.”
George laughed. “You’ve gotta work on your sales pitch, honey. You’re not just some hooker trying to get some cash.”
I’ll never forget that expression. She looked so taken aback, her mouth slightly open and slack jawed, as if she couldn’t even begin to comprehend what George found funny in her torment. However, she shook off the puzzlement and slid both of her hands down to her snatch. She pressed her palms against its sides and pulled, spreading her cunt open. “Is this a better sales pitch?” she asked, her voice emulating confidence but noticeably shaky.
I smirked. “Sorry, but we’re in this for the money, and you’re not nearly talented enough to forego payment.”
She began to sweat. “I… I’ll try harder, I promise!” Our eyes met as tears welled up in her eyes. “Please, give me another chance?”
“I don’t know…”
“Please, sir?”
“Haha, I love it when you call me sir. Come on, George, let’s give her another chance.
He shrugged. “Fine,” he said, “but she better be worth it. I’m beginning to think that Mr. Andrews doesn’t care about his oldest daughter. Maybe he thinks she’s replaceable…”
She hesitated at his words, but did an admirable job presenting a façade of strength, despite her circumstances. Less than two weeks ago she was a seemingly happy college student in her first semester away from home. However, George used his job at the student health center to spy on her, and, lo and behold, little miss Valedictorian was a nervous mess that spent every single moment worrying about something, be it grades or peer acceptance. The latter neurosis would prove to be a great help for her new life.
We both stripped and took our spots in the bean bag chairs I had brought down to the basement. She accepted my cock in her mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner while working its base with her right hand, while at the same time vigorously jerking off George, just as we had trained her to do.
“Damnit, Erin, you’re getting good at hand jobs,” blurted out George.
My eyes darted to his, but he just smiled. What an ass. I hoped that the girl didn’t hear his reckless praise, lest it undo what we had strived for. I pushed her head down further onto my cock and coaxed, “suck it harder.”
On command, her sucking and tongue work went from a three to a five, bringing me to a quick orgasm. She pulled back and I could see the cum dribbling from her mouth. I could tell that she hated the taste, her eyes squinting in disgust. She turned towards the drain to spit.
“Hey, hey, I want you to swallow this time.”
“Uh?” she asked, the translucent white fluid pooling in her mouth.
“I said, ‘swallow.’”
She looked at me with that puppy-dog look in her eyes, then closed her mouth and gulped. “Did I do good?” she asked, a meager smile creeping across her face.
I could tell she didn’t enjoy it the slightest bit, but she was trying to please me, and to a face like that, how could I say no? “You did good, Erin.”
“Thank you, sir.”
George and I dressed and motioned to leave the basement chamber. However, just before I left, she spoke.
“Could you please ask my father for ransom again? I… I know he has the money. I’ve seen his bank account. Please, please, I know he’ll pay.”
Something about her naiveté made my heart sing. There she kneeled, a nineteen year old, intelligent, red-headed beauty that was ready and willing to do anything I asked. Perhaps, if George and I had not walked down this path, things could be different between us.
“Sure thing. He’ll answer, eventually. I’m sure the payment is coming any day now. Could even be tomorrow, sweat pea,” I lied as I exited the basement and turned off the light.
There would never be a ransom because we never asked for one. She would be mine until I saw fit for her disposal, and, until then, may she live her life believing she is an unwanted and unloved piece of trash. That’s not true, of course. Not in the least.
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