I concentrate and clench my pussy to squeeze my bladder. I desperately need to go to the toilet, but I can’t hold it any longer. My cheeks flush with humiliation as I release, dousing my legs and the bed in hot urine.
A few minutes later, the door creaks open again.
Daddy has been waiting for me to break.
“Look at the mess you made,” Daddy teases. I can’t see him but sense his presence. “But you don’t mind, do you, Pet?”
My ears prick up.
Pet?
I recognize Daddy’s calculated footsteps, but a foul smell seems out of place in the sterile room.
Suddenly, the bed I’m tied to is flipped into an upright position. The restraints are strong and suspend me in the air like I’m on a fairground ride. My piss slides down and drips onto the floor, echoing around the walls.
“Your pet seemed so happy to fuck you earlier that I thought he’d like another go,” Daddy says. “That’s what dirty sluts like.”
A yelp, a dragging noise, and another figure getting closer.
I try to move my ankles and wrists.
Daddy has punished me by withholding orgasms, but he’s never humiliated me by bringing someone else in. He usually cares about ensuring I have a good time, but he doesn’t want that now. That much I am sure of.
Daddy laughs as he sends an electric shock to my collar and clamps, making me bite down hard on the fabric in my mouth. Reluctant surges of desire shoot between my legs.
“You will enjoy this, Clementine,” Daddy hisses. “It’s what you wanted.”
He shocks me again. My trembling body breaks out in a cold sweat.
“Fuck her, Pet,” Daddy instructs. “Show me how you fucked her earlier.”
My pet sobs but doesn’t make another sound as he approaches. How can he when his lips are sewn together? He’s too much of a baby to scream and let the stitches tear. I’ve kept him for a few months. He is someone Daddy’s friends wanted to disappear.
“I said, fuck her!” Daddy roars. “I gave you pills for a reason!”
The wilted head of a small cock jabs against my entrance.
“Fuck her like you mean it,” Daddy snarls. “Harder.”
The pet enters me and thrusts in short bursts.
Daddy can’t see the tears running down my face. As much as I don’t want this fucker inside me, my body is so grateful for finally being touched that it is responding like I’ve been taught. I don’t want to come. Not for him. Please, no!
“Pets are not for fucking, Clemmie,” Daddy says.
When the pet’s cock is fully inside me, Daddy goes behind him and uses his body to push us closer together. Daddy bears down and forces him deeper until his sticky pubes touch my mound. The disgusting stench of the pet’s breath seeps through the fabric and makes me want to heave, but I can’t risk vomiting unless I want to choke to death.
The pet doesn’t fight Daddy. He knows better than that. Gargling sounds come from the pet’s throat, and Daddy pulls off my hood. I gasp, pleased for the burst of air hitting my face, then my relief turns to horror.
Daddy’s arm is wrapped around the pet’s neck, holding him in a vicious headlock. The stitches on his lips start to rip as he cries out to resist. His eyeballs bulge as Daddy squeezes harder while his cock stirs inside me.
It’s the first time I’ve seen this vicious edge to Daddy.
“This is what happens when you fuck without my permission, Clementine,” he says. “I’m your Daddy, and you’re my property. You’d better remember that.”
The pet stops trying to talk as his face turns purple. After spending months with me, he’s finally ready to welcome his death. He’s lucky. If I were the one killing him, I’d drag out his death to prolong his suffering. Daddy’s chokehold keeps the pet standing upright as his life drains away. Instead of his cock going limp, it gets harder as blood rushes to it.
“You’re a twisted girl, Clementine,” Daddy says. “Look at how wet you’re getting. This is why you belong with me. I’m the only one who understands you. No one else can satisfy you like I can.”