CHAPTER15
Briana
My good girl hole. I kept thinking about it as Papa Nicolai started to fuck me hard and fast. Released from Papa Georg’s last command because the warlord’s cock had vanished from view, I raised my eyes to look into his face. His own gaze had fixed itself downward, to enjoy the sight of his thick manhood surging in and out of me, making me cry out with every inward thrust.
The evil man is fucking my good girl hole… The terrible thought brought on a swift orgasm, my back arching hard against the wooden bench and my hands clutching my knees with knuckles I knew must have turned white with the effort. The little stab of pain from my fingertips there added itself to the discomfort of having such a thick penis so deep inside, and the pressure of Papa Nicolai’s hands on my thighs: I tried to disguise the climax with submissive cries to match my criminal papa’s rhythm, but it went on so long I felt sure they all would know.
They hadn’t told me not to come, but I also hadn’t asked permission, which was what I had to do with my Lumberjack daddies—as my Advanced Guidance daddies had emphasized in my training. Coming without permission meant a spanking, and the thought that Papa Georg might give me one only made my forbidden pleasure more intense.
And it brought on another wave of need to see him, to turn my head now that I could look at him rather than at Papa Nicolai’s cock. I turned my head as the warlord… the bozhe… kept fucking me, and saw with a cry of surprise and reflexive alarm that my real papa had moved forward, and that he had taken his cock and his balls out of his fly.
I had a moment of panic on his behalf—surely Ivan would take this as an insult. But though I didn’t understand what Papa Georg meant to do, I felt such gratitude for his nearness and for his showing me his beautiful, long, hard penis that I whimpered as I looked up into his eyes.
“You like it, don’t you, little slut?” he asked, in a voice so thrillingly degrading I thought I might faint with the surge of arousal it brought and the way it extended the aftershocks of my climax. Then I thought I did understand: Papa Georg had seen me come, and he wanted to make sure none of the others did. He spoke again. “You like Papa Nicolai’s cock in your tight little cunt, don’t you?”
“Yes, Papa,” I sobbed. “Yes… please…”
The guards laughed. I even heard Ivan joining in.
“That’s it,” Papa Nicolai said, his voice husky with the effort of fucking me so hard. The bench creaked rhythmically under his brutal thrusts and a grunt broke from his chest. “That’s it. Let’s fill you up a little more.” He lowered the pitch of his words, into his fake voice of authority. “Suck that German cock.”
I felt my face contort into a mask of need as I opened my mouth wide, sure that Papa Georg had planned it to go this way: he had presented the bozhe with an opportunity to degrade me further, see me used more thoroughly, which he couldn’t refuse—and which Ivan couldn’t deny him since their overlord commanded it.
Papa Georg put his right hand behind my head to hold my mouth in place, and then he thrust deep inside. I let out a shameful, grateful whimper to have both papas’ cocks inside me, and my cheeks flushed hot as the guards applauded at the brutal treatment their superiors meted out to the little whore.
My real papa fucked my face almost as violently as Papa Nicolai fucked my pussy, but it didn’t feel truly brutal or cruel… it felt like what I needed, and I came again, writhing helplessly on the bench, utterly dominated by the two papas.
I floated up and away, then, the way I did with my Lumberjack daddies when they gangbanged me. Papa Nicolai pulled his thick erection out of my pussy at last, and Ivan took his place. Papa Georg, once he had established his dominance and reassured me—sent me off into the ether, as I realized he must have intended—offered his place to Vassily.
Papa Georg’s cock, in its nest of golden fur, receded. Vassily’s enormous manhood, its bush dark and wiry, approached. Papa Georg leaned down and whispered into my ear, in the voice, “Don’t come again until I tell you to. And don’t look at me.”
Off in the floaty distance, my mind and heart sensed my body responding to the commands. None of me understood, but all of me knew I had to do as my papa had said—and that I could do it. Papa Georg must have calculated his instructions precisely. I had come already, more than once, so my body had become pliable… I knew I could definitely come again, but I didn’t ache for it the way I had at the start of the ordeal.
But Vassily’s cock was so big… it made me—my voice and my breath, at least—whimper as I tried to take it all in. He pressed deep, just as I felt Ivan drive his hardness into my sheath. I already felt sore there, but all of the discomfort had become part of what Papa Georg wanted me to take… what he wanted me to show I could endure… and enjoy… for my papa.
All without seeing him, without looking in his direction again. As Vassily used my mouth for his cruel enjoyment, I concentrated on Papa Georg’s stern face in my mind—not the kind expression I knew he must have somewhere in his heart for me, but rather his strict, icy look… the one that told me he would take care of me and he would decide what I needed.
Vassily grunted above me. His fingers twined in my hair. I tried to receive him with the respect my papa would want me to show. The next man who used my mouth made me lick his balls while he pumped his cock in his hand. Another henchman took Ivan’s place. His hips slammed against my backside, pounding me into the hard wood of the bench.
I had closed my eyes when Vassily had begun using me, losing myself in the floaty feeling while they played with their fuck toy. But a command from Papa Nicolai brought some of my attention back.
“Look at me, whore,” he said in the false voice. I opened my eyes to see him standing to my right, just behind the man who had shoved his ball sack in my face, and who now thrust in and out rapidly between my lips. I whimpered to see the look in the warlord’s eyes: his expression seemed to say that as valuable as he found me, he intended to use me and to give me to his henchmen until they had consumed me completely… until I couldn’t walk without wincing for weeks… until I could hardly move from this bench.
As I kept my eyes on him—even without the force of the voice of authority, I couldn’t have looked away because of the fear and the bad girl need his cruel face expressed—Papa Nicolai laid a hand on the shoulder of the man using my mouth. That minion got the message immediately: he pulled his hardness from between my lips and moved aside, pumping his glistening cock energetically, clearly aroused nearly as much by the prospect of seeing his bozhe enjoy me as by my own submissive service.
I closed my mouth, worked my lips together feeling that special numbness that always came from giving head, assuaging the ache in my jaw for a moment. The henchman in my pussy fucked me in a slow rhythm now, grunting with pleasure at each in-driving thrust and drawing a little sob from me every time—more because of the sight of Papa Nicolai’s thick cock, jutting out from his right hand toward my face than at the filling of my pussy.
I felt the diaper, too, under my backside, its slight dampness reminding me of the humiliation I had undergone, but just as much also of Papa Georg putting it on me, fastening it at my hips, before that shameful release. Looking at Papa Nicolai, at his face looming over me with his cock menacing me in the space between, I felt like I could see Papa Georg—or maybe I could feel him—telling me I had to do as the bozhe said, had to endure everything this evil man wanted to do and watch others do to my body… telling me that he could save me, but only if I managed to remain a good girl.
Papa Nicolai put his left hand on the top of my head. He put the tip of his cock against my lips, and I could feel how my needy pussy had left his manhood slippery. I knew what I had to do, and for a moment the defiance threatened to rise again in my mind, but the simple idea of Papa Georg’s presence somewhere nearby, watching, stopped it. Instead, I did what my real papa wanted me to do for my cruel papa… I kissed, and as I kissed I felt my mouth water, felt the need grow stronger again in my whole body.
I kissed again, and my hips jerked under the man fucking me, and I knew I would come close to another orgasm—as close as Papa Georg’s command would allow. At that moment, though, as if he knew me all too well, Papa Nicolai said, his eyes fixed on mine, “Ivan, fuck the ass now.”
I kissed the head of the bozhe’s cock again, as the man between my legs pulled his hardness from my pussy. I whimpered as I kissed, and I put my tongue out to lick in the special spot underneath. Papa Nicolai’s cock jerked in his hand, and his fingers twined in my hair. I opened my mouth and whimpered, a wordless plea to have the honor of tasting my papa’s penis.
In the moment, I felt it, that submission to a greater power, even if the power was an evil one. Having Papa Georg there, even though I couldn’t see him, made it possible, because I never would have been able to keep my wildcat resistance in check otherwise. But a memory from bad girl prison floated into my mind… what one of my Advanced Guidance daddies had told me about what made me the bad girl I was. In my floaty, detached mind, it played back as the brutal bozhe buried himself between my lips, pushing the head of his manhood all the way to the back of my throat.
“You’re the special kind of bad girl we need, Briana, because of your filthy imagination. You would have made a great actress, with a different kind of training—and different needs. You get lost in your fantasies, and that makes it possible to satisfy those naughty, naughty needs.”
The memory brought a whimper from my chest, around the thick cock pressing down on my tongue, nearly but not quite choking me. Then a shudder went through my whole body because Ivan—I couldn’t see him with my eyes, but I could imagine him, looking down at what his hard penis did—had pressed himself against the tiny button of my anus.
“Let’s make her come this way,” Papa Nicolai said. My hips jerked and I felt my bottom tighten. My hands, which had gone nearly numb, clutched at the backs of my knees. I had a moment of panic that Papa Georg’s and Papa Nicolai’s commands might conflict, and it made me close up against Ivan’s intrusion.
“Open this, whore,” Ivan said, trying again for the voice of authority. “Take it now.”
Oh, no,I thought, as the problem got worse, and my anus tightened even more. Papa Georg… help?