They ended up releasing me from the chair but did not do anything about the box tie or the ballgag, which was unfortunate because it meant I kept drooling everywhere. At the very least, they did take off my diaper.
Mom had told Ashley that we were going shopping but I didn't realize that she had meant I was going bound, gagged, and naked. I resisted and protested, despite my gag turning my speech into just a series of "mmphs". I even stomped my foot to get my point across, utterly horrified at the idea of going anywhere naked, much less in a stringent boxtie.
My mom, apparently, wasn't having any of it. She responded by simply taking out a rope, throwing it around my waist and got to work. I didn't really fight her, fearing that she would just pull my hair until I stopped resisting so I let her work. I ended up finding myself in a crotch rope that cut right into my delicate pussy and formed a ring around my dick before connecting back to the rope around my waist.
"There we go. Problem solved. That, sweetiepie, is your own variation on the crotch rope. Pull against me and it tightens." A devious glint descended in her eyes. "Now, let's test it."
She yanked the lead she was holding and the leash tightened around my cock and bit deeply into my pussy. It hurt like a bitch and I jumped in response. It felt like my dick was about to burst! I yelped and my tits jiggled in their chest harness.
My mom laughed. "Perfect, it works. Time for some shopping!"
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To my growing horror, we parked in front of a Walgreens. It looked decently empty but even then, the realization that my mom was going to make me walk in their nude as the day as I was born and tied up to boot was a tough pill to swallow.
It was also terribly humiliating. I mean, random people were going to be able to see my breasts, dick and pussy! And, even worse, what if it ended up being people we knew? I struggled in my seat. The seatbelt ended up doing a surprising amount to keep me in the chair, locking if I struggled too much. It was almost like these things were made for bondage.
"Oh sweetie, stop making such a fuss. It's just a little bit of shopping. Here, I'll come let you out on your side and we can just go right in. No teasing." My mom hopped out on her side and walked right over.
Drool coated my tits and stomach as she freed me from the seatbelt. She grabbed her leash and pulled on it, eliciting another yelp of pain as I had to awkwardly hop out of the car. I chased after her, waddling like a penguin so that the ropes wouldn't bite too much into my sensitive pussy.
We passed through the sliding doors and entered the store. Immediately, a couple nearest to us looking through the cards stopped what they were doing and watched us, mouths agape. The lady actually started to rub her crotch.
I blushed furiously and turned away, feeling such an intense embarrassment that I don't think I would ever feel anything close again. I wanted to turn around and run away but everytime that I was even a little too slow for my mom, she would give the leash a tug and it would uncomfortably tighten around my dick and vagina.
We wandered to the diaper section. By this point, I was at full mast down there, the constant tugging really stirring me up.
"Ok, sweetie, which ones do you think will fit?" She asked, one hand on her hip as she read over the different labels on each pack of diapers.
"Mmph smmph," I responded, feeling more than a little agitated and embarrassed.
"Oh right," she laughed. She grabbed my ballgag and pulled it out of my mouth. Relief flowed through me. My jaw had been straining against it for at least an hour or more. I rotated it a few times, gaining some feeling back in it.
"I don't need any diapers, Mom."
She continued reading the labels as she spoke. "Don't be silly, dear. You wet the bed last night."
An even more furious blush rose to my cheeks and ears. "Shh," I hushed her. "Don't say it so loudly."
"Ok, I won't so long as you help me find the right size for you." Her eyes had moved from the diapers to me, looking faintly annoyed.
"Mom, stop. This is crazy. I'm eighteen years old. I don't need any diapers. Just let me use the bathroom like a normal girl." I wanted to turn away from her to make my point but the leash prevented any such thing.
"Are you really gonna resist me," she said, now with more annoyance.
"Yeah Mom, I will," I said, equally exasperated.
"Ok, then prepare for your punishment." She grabbed me roughly and spun me around. One hand grabbed hold of my hair while the other unbound the crotch rope. It fell away.
Then I felt her cock pressing at my vagina.
"Mom! What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh shut up. Your complaints are getting annoying." She returned the ballgag to my mouth.
No way my mom was about to fuck me in the middle of a Walgreens. She pressed in.
Kendra's POV:
I rubbed my girlcock against her pussy lips. They were surprisingly wet. Must have been from the crotch rope. What a slut of a daughter I had. A bondage whore.
I had slipped my cock out through the zipper in my jeans and I pushed my fat girlcock in. It slipped into her juicy, warm insides. She yelped at the feeling of the intrusion. I held onto her hair as her moist cunt engulfed my hard member. It spasmed around my girldick which caused *me* to spasm in response and my heavy tits jiggled beneath their shirt.
I hilted her and she moaned like a bitch in heat.
"You slut. I knew you liked Mommy's cock."
"N nnnph mnhm nph!" she cried. I slapped her ass, hard enough that it shook from the impact and caused her to jump. I hilted myself, enjoying my daughter's tight pussy.
"This is your punishment. You chose to resist and now you get to get fucked where everyone can see." I pulled out just enough that only the crown of my girldick resided in her pussy, enjoying the gleam of her juices on it, and then slammed back in. The slap resonated through the store.
Futas didn't have to abide by public indecency laws. Hell, rape and incest laws didn't apply! It was why I could rope up my own daughter, drag her naked to the local Walgreens and fuck her silly. As to why this was the case, I wasn't sure. I'm sure Cassie would know but currently my favorite red ballgag was occupying that cute mouth of hers. Maybe I'd inquire about it later.
Currently, though, I was enjoying the way her silky insides gripped my cock as I plowed her. My big tits made it hard to see all the action, blocking some of her ass but that was just the nature of being blessed in this department. At the very least, getting rid of this shirt would help.
