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Heather takes Shawn over to the other vehicle and straps him in while I feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn to see my new brother-in-law watching me and narrow my eyes.

“Do you have something to say?” I cock my head to the side, curious, and he looks me over, scowling.

“This a big ass car…” he looks it over, and I’m sure to any person this bus-like van looks strange. Rightfully so. “What’s it for?”

“Carrying precious cargo, what else?” I rebut, snickering.

“I’on like you,” he blurts out, and I smile.

“Hmm… pray tell why?”

“You look like the nigga that raped and fucked my sister up… I knew that mother fucker in prison. I should have killed him there. I was beaten to the punch, but now I have an outlet to take my frustration out on if you fuck over her,” he boasts and I smile, knowing the Marc that I’m acquainted with and the LaMarcus that Birdie knows as her brother are two different bastards.

“Oh? So you’re saying I should be scared?”

“No, I’m saying I’ll swear to even the devil himself… if you hurt my sister, even make he feel a lick of pain, you’re dead,” he promises, and if I were a different man besides who the fuck I am, I’d surely cower at his honest words.

“I believe you, Marc ,” I smirk, making him flinch and frown. I get go around to get into the other side of the car, but before I do, I pause. “But you and I both know Inmate 0976371 doesn’t give a fuck about promises.” His eyes widen in realization and he staggers back, but I get in the car just as he pulls out a gun and bangs on the window, shouting through the tinted, soundproof windows.

“ROBIN! ROBIN! FUCK! ROBIN, GET OUT THE CAR!” he pleads as the driver speeds off and I undo my tie that Birdie made me. I toss it to the side and look out the window, taking off my shirt, much more comfortable in a beater as I ruffle out my hair.

“DADDDYYYY PLEASSEEEE! PLEASSEEE DON’T MAKE ME WAIT NO MORRREE!” Birdie whines hooked to the bar at the roof of the car by her hands, and I smile at her nude body, tightly bound with rope, pussy soapy with my cum drooling down her thigh.

There are red marks all over her body from whipping her all night and her legs, which I’m surprised she stood on, are riddled with light cut marks on her thigh.

“P-please… Daddy please… you s-swore! You swore i-if I s-saw Marcus and was good, I could eat more of you,” she whines like the cock hungry slut she is.

“I did?” I run my hands over her body, squeezing her welted ass and she shivers, convulsing. “Tell Daddy what his cum dump wants.”

“P…” she gasps for air. “Plllease fuck...”

“Where? This pussy?” I run a knuckle over her swollen clit that peeks out at me. “Hasn’t it had enough?”

“N-never… bu… but my ass.” She turns around and I smile, seeing the now tattooed “Cum Dump” tattoo on her back legs with both my names, on one cheek, and Saw on the other. I place three fingers in her ass hole that she begged me not to prep.

I only gave her an enema to clean her out… but she didn’t want a toy to stretch her out. “I… please make it hurt a lot.” She drools and I snort, going over to her, licking it up.

“Fine. If Daddy’s little cum dump wants it to hurt, then I’ll punish this ass all you want.” I can practically see the hearts in her eyes… and throw my head back laughing. Damn… this is the fucking life.