"Hey, Daddy, get ready. I want to know what do you think of my new Halloween costume!"
"Later, pumpkin," Al said, not even looking up from his cards. "I'm playing poker with the guys."
"I want them to see, too!"
Bunny bounded into the room, or, more accurately, bounced and jiggled into the room.
Al was speechless. His poker buddies were not.
"Geez, she's butt naked!"
"What a great pair of tits!"
"She shaved her snatch."
"Turn around, Bunny, so we can see your ass."
Giggling, bunny turned around, showing the bug eyed men her perfect ass.
"Bunny, go put some clothes on."
"But why?" Bunny said, putting her finger in her mouth as if confused. "Daddy, don't you like my costume?"
"You're not wearing a costume!" Al replied. "You're not wearing anything!"
"Of course, I am, silly. I'm wearing my slave collar and braceletts," she said, fingering the shiny steel collar locked around her neck.
Bunny's collar was connected to an "O" ring that connected the collar to the two chains that were connected to her wrists, and a larger, dog like coffle chain that looked like it would hold a Great Dane. Bunny jiggled her chains, causing the rest of her to jiggle, too, much to the delight of every man at the table who wasn't her father.
Al's wife Vicky appeared at the door. "I don't see why you're so upset, Al. You and your poker buddies rent slave girls all the time, and pork them like your Bob Evans. Those girls are daughter's, too."
"No, they're not! They're slave girls! Bunny, go get dressed."
"But Daddy, don't spoil it!"
"I said get dressed. NOW!"
"All my friend who are going to college are getting graded!" Bunny whined. "Why can't I get graded?"
"Because you're too stupid for college, pumpkin. You were too stupid for High School, remember?" her father said gently. "And if I send you to a slave market, you're too stupid not to get sold."
"It's just Halloween, Daddy. Everyone else is doing it. Me and the smart girls who finished High School and even some of the nerdy brainiac college ones are going out trick-or-treating together, chained together, in a coffle."
"Are Taffy & Kelly going?" It was Bunny's brother Buster, 18, who was unsuccessfully trying to peek around the corner at his naked sister.
"Yup!" Bunny said. "All the hot girls are going!"
"I'd like to stuff their pumpkins!" Buster said.
"Dream on, LOSER," his sister hissed back.
"Bunny, I forbid you to go in that coffle. And I want you to get dressed, NOW!"
"But DADDY," she whined. "I even got myself slave wet, for Uncle Pete and Uncle Stanley and Uncle Ralph and Uncle Skip, too! See?"
The men gasped as Bunny rubbed herself between her legs, groaning with pleasure. They whistled and hooted appreciatively when she held up her glistening fingers.
Without waiting to be told, her fat Uncle Stanley reached between Bunny's spread legs and copped a feel. Bunny tipped her head back and moaned as Stanley fingered her. "Hot DAMN!" he said. "She's soaking!"
Al had enough. Yanking Bunny by the risk, he threw her over his knee and began hand spanking her shapely fanny.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Mom, make him stop!"
"Sorry, sweetie. Slave girls do get spanked. Goes with the costume."
"Spank her ass good, Dad!" Buster shouted out. Al needed no encouragement.
Happy Halloween!
