Penny wasn’t the kind of girl to listen to rules. Social distancing wasn’t a thing and she didn’t need to stay away from the park. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to do just that.
It was on the swing that Becki and Master found her. Being ecclesiastical members of the Church of Master’s Cock, they were deemed essential citizens, and therefore were allowed in all places, at all times. Looking at the free spirited and disobedient tart in front of them, Becki and Master knew she needed punishment.
Penny was tied to the swing, kicking and screaming. Her wrists were strapped to the chains and her ankles as well. Penny’s park swing was now a sex swing.
Master took out his sacrificial blade and made short work of the slut’s clothes. She was now bare and open for the world.
Master was the first that day to sample her charms, but not the last. Each man that saw the spectacle was invited to partake and after fucking the whore, they were given a choice of implements for punishment.
Most men chose the paddle, very unimaginative. Becki was impresses with the men that chose the flogger and riding crop, for they knew torture well. Master always had his barbed cat-o-nine-tails ready if anyone went easy on her.
Bruised, bloodied, and dripping cum, Penny had one more man to service before the day was over. Her head was covered and her mouth gagged, as the man was led forward. His cock was thick and the only one to give her pleasure since Master had fucked her.
Penny had a massive orgasm before the man pulled out, saying he wanted to cum on the slut’s face. As the hood was ripped off, and the first load hit her face, her father began to scream.
It should be noted, he covered her face in nine jets of sound before he was done. His scream may say protest, but his cock was willing to overlook any offense to fuck his bitch daughter again.