“I think she needs more lubrication,” Daddy says.
Men take turns spitting on my pussy and asshole. Their fluids create a sticky substance, but I can only think of Daddy’s special toy and how much I want it to take me again.
The audience is getting impatient, and the dildo slides inside me again with a squelch. As well as twirling and pulsing, the head of it seems to enlarge and put additional pressure on the soft pad inside me. The pleasure is too much, and I scream as an orgasm makes my entire body quake. As I’m riding the high, the dildo detracts all the way, and my pussy makes a popping noise as liquid, spit, and lube explodes from me like uncorked champagne.
“Why don’t we fuck her ass with it, too?” someone suggests.
My pussy is used to being fucked, but my ass... not after last time...
“Daddy,” I gasp. He knows what happened last time. He won’t let them do it again. He promised that he’d never let it happen. “Please.”
“See?” A guy drawls. “She’s asking nicely. Let’s see it fuck her in both holes at the same time.”
I can’t see what’s happening behind me, but I hear buzzing as Daddy adjusts his device. When the machine approaches again, it seems to have rotated. A rabbit-style vibrator comes from underneath and slides into my pussy, the ears in the perfect position to stroke my clit. This dildo doesn’t fill me in the same way the other one did, but the other side that just fucked me is now heading for my ass like a missile.
“Daddy...” My voice breaks, a pitch higher. He’ll know it’s making me uncomfortable. “Daddy, please—”
Daddy grabs my hair roughly and yanks my head up.
“You’re going to take whatever Daddy gives you.”
I wince as the device aggressively stretches my asshole. It’s not as big as other toys I’ve been made to take in the past, but it still hurts. I resist fighting it. I think of August and his hand against my panties. His hungry gaze looked like he wanted to swallow me whole. I imagine he’s buried inside me as a guest cums in my hair. I spent ages conditioning it—why did they have to do that? I don’t let my annoyance show. I try to relax and moan, just like Daddy wants.
“Our little anal slut enjoys getting both her holes fucked,” someone says.
“Look at her filthy cunt. It’s so fucking wet,” another agrees. “The slut loves it.”
More cum sprays over my back and ass, ruining my new dress. There’s nothing I can do but take it. I’m stuck here.
Although the initial soreness has eased and my body is starting to respond to the sensations, my mind is distant. The pain that usually builds into an orgasm feels like I’m getting torn wide open. Tears sting my eyes.
What would August think if he saw me like this?
I squeeze my eyes shut and return to the pool house and how good August made me feel. He’s my happy place.
CHAPTER7
August
I swallowthe acidic vomit rising in my throat as I watch through the peephole.
After washing the cop’s blood away, my murderous mood hasn’t disappeared. I may have stopped one man from fucking Clemmie tonight, but it hasn’t stopped a line of them taking turns with her.
Clemmie isn’t the only one being abused tonight. I avoid looking at the girl writhing around for a man old enough to be her father and the young man who is busy shoving his cock down a retiree’s throat. I keep my eyes focused on Clemmie.
Of course, she can’t see me.
I can’t think straight as I watch and feel disgusted with myself for getting a raging boner. Her perfect pink pussy is so shiny and wet. I see how much she craves an orgasm from the way her back arches and the soft cry that escapes her lips as she begs the monsters to give her what she wants. I fucking hate them for reducing her to this, and it makes my heart ache.
They stop, and a machine is brought out. The only good thing about my father’s demonstration is that none of their hands are touching her precious body. Her body that they’re using like it’s nothing.
How did my father convince her that she enjoyed this?
I know she doesn’t feel a connection to them like she does for me. She can’t be attracted to them, but her pussy is dripping. She can come on demand. A skill like that doesn’t come naturally. It’s somethinghehas trained her to do.
Did she want to make herself come when she was with me? Was her rubbing herself against my hand something she wanted and enjoyed or something her body needed to function?
My father smirks smugly, taking delight in having control. He directs the robot cock to pound into her hard. Her petite body jolts as she moans. Does she really want it? How can she even know what she wants after the life she’s had?