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The brown-eyed daddy stood in front of me. He didn’t make me take his cock into my mouth, bearing as it did the evidence that I used to be a virgin, until he had claimed me for his own. He showed it to me, though, not as hard but still frighteningly big, and he stroked it casually in his left hand as he held my face in his right, so that he could make certain I saw what he wanted me to see.
Then I felt Daddy Phil’s hardness, moving up and down until I heard myself moan, and then thrusting in hard, just as hard as he had paddled me with my new pink paddle. He put one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist, and his huge, rigid penis felt like a jackhammer inside me, pressing all the way to my cervix and making me cry out with every stroke.
I could smell my need, and see the proof of it on my daddy’s cock. I could feel my other daddy’s hardness surging inside me, filling me over and over, each little wave of discomfort somehow also bringing a bigger wave of wanton arousal.
“Look at me, honey,” Daddy Jacob growled, tilting my chin up.
My cheeks filled with heat to equal the warmth between my thighs. I turned my eyes up to meet the gaze of the man who had deflowered me. He had a little smile on his lips, framed by his dark whiskers, that made my heart skip a beat. It meant that he thought I was a good fuck toy, that my pussy had made him feel good despite it never having had a penis in it before.
“Come for Daddy Phil just like you did for me.”
I didn’t know if Daddy Jacob actually had the power to command my body that way, but it definitely felt like his instruction caused my second climax to crash over me, shooting through my nervous system in an instant. Daddy Phil fucked me all the way through the orgasm, making it go on and on and on as I looked into Daddy Jacob’s deep brown eyes. A cry of soreness and submission and pleasure emerged from my open mouth every time I felt the hips of the daddy behind me slap against my punished bottom, while the daddy in front of me gazed down with satisfaction on my terrible lesson.
After the penis in my pussy had spurted inside me, filling me again with hot semen, I hardly noticed my daddies carrying me to what I vaguely understood must be my room. I definitely didn’t notice then what I realized as soon as I woke up the next morning, that though my room didn’t have a lot of space, it had everything I needed: a desk, a chair, a video screen—plus something I didn’t, the king-sized bed in which I awoke, big enough, as I realized immediately, for a bad girl and two enormous daddies.
It also, currently, had another girl standing in the doorway, red-haired and busty—and, like me, naked. Or not completely nude, I noticed: this girl, who I realized must be my fellow SRD, the one assigned to the daddies on the night shift, had underwear on. They weren’t the kind of panties I would have expected at all, though. I felt certain that men like my firefighter daddies, once they allowed their fuck toy to wear clothes, would make her wear lacy lingerie, sexy stuff that revealed more than it concealed. The red-headed girl’s panties were white, and seemed to be made out of thick cotton. They also looked quite tight—almost painfully so.
“You’re awake?” she asked.
I blinked back at her from the bed, pulling the comforter up around my neck reflexively. Seeing her that way, just in the strange panties, made me very self-conscious.
“Good. I’m headed to bed, but I thought we should say hi at least. I’m Ashley.”
“Hi,” I said uncertainly. “I’m Marianne.”
“You were a virgin, right?” Ashley asked. “How are you doing?”
I felt my face fill with hot blood, though given everything that had happened to me in the last twenty-four hours, a blush hardly seemed worth the effort my body spent on it.
“Oh,” Ashley said, distress and compassion filling her eyes suddenly. “I’m sorry, Marianne. I’m tired. Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul were pretty hard on me.” She glanced down at herself, her own cheeks turning pink. “As you can see, I’m being punished, even after they both came in my ass.”
My eyes went wide with incomprehension, mingled with alarm. I saw Ashley take it in and register my obvious ignorance of all the shameful things that could happen to a bad girl when she became a sexual relief device. She put her right hand down to the waistband of the strange white panties and gave it a little snap with her thumb. I could see even from where I sat up in the big bed, three meters or so away, that she could hardly get a finger inside the tight elastic.
Looking up, I noticed that Ashley’s eyes had taken on a slight sheen: apparently the panties were uncomfortable to the point of making her eyes water. My tummy flipped over at the idea that floated into my mind—that I might soon have a pair of my own to wear.
Ashley’s mouth twisted to the side. “Yeah, these are punishment panties. Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul make me wear them sometimes after they spank me and fuck me, if they think I didn’t obey them fully.”
My eyes went wider, and my lips parted in horror.
“Oh,” Ashley added, her voice reassuring—though I couldn’t see any way those punishment panties could be anything but dreadful, “they’re… you know… notallbad.” My face must have telegraphed how crazy those words sounded, because she continued, “I could try to explain it to you, I guess, but I bet you already understand pretty well that it’s not something rational. And I’m pretty sure I’d get in trouble for saying any more. They hurt like the dickens over a paddled butt, especially when my daddies fuck my bottom, too, but… well, there’s a secret. I’ll just say that.”
I just looked at her for a moment with my jaw slack. Finally, I said, “Okay,” because I couldn’t think of any other possible response.
Despite everything, Ashley flashed a quick smile. “Anyway, there’s breakfast in the kitchen. My daddies are good cooks. We probably won’t see all that much of each other, but I know the daddies want to use us together sometime soon, so I thought…”
Again she noticed the blush spreading over my face.
“Yeah,” she said. “It’ll be my first time, too, even though I was definitely not a virgin when I got picked up for shoplifting.”
“Shoplifting?” I asked, astonished that what seemed to me a minor crime would land a young woman here, in this utterly degraded position.
Ashley actually giggled. “For the third time,” she said, “and I smashed a jewelry store display case and took a necklace worth like fifty thousand dollars. What did you do?”
It was my turn to twist my mouth to the side. “I, uh, kind of tried to seduce a Selecta exec, so that I could blackmail her.”
“Ooo,” Ashley said, her eyes going wide. “Even I know not to mess with the suits.” She gave me a long, evaluative look. “But that’s pretty ballsy. I like you, Marianne.”
I swallowed hard, thinking about what she had said a moment before, about getting used together. My mind traveled on with it, distressingly:shared… made to kiss each other… made to…
