AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Daddy Phil liked to have Ashley bend over next to me while he took me from behind atop the couch, so that he could fondle her between her thighs and make her cry out in the same rhythm I did. Daddy Jacob liked to make Ashley just watch while he pounded his enormous penis into my usually sore vagina.
The four of them had never all fucked their bad girls at the same time, though, and they had never fucked the other daddies’ bad girls. Several times, finding myself alone with Ashley in the kitchen or in the bathroom we shared, I had almost whispered to Ashley—I would have kept it to a whisper even though none of our daddies was nearby—and asked her what she thought about the possibility… the one our daddies had seemed for the last few days to have kept hinting about, without actually saying what it would mean exactly. My face had always gotten so hot and my heart had always begun to beat so fast that I couldn’t even seem to find any of the words I might say.
Will they… Are they going to…
Yes, they would, the daddies told us now.
“We want to have a little celebration,” Daddy Phil said and looked over at Daddy Jacob. I didn’t know where to put my own eyes: they flitted among all the faces at the table, but most of all over to Ashley’s, to see that her face had gone crimson. I felt a little bad for her, but I also didn’t mind that my new friend’s complexion showed her mortification even more than mine did. She had started to chew on her lower lip, and as she returned my gaze, I saw her brows knit together. As if we had somehow become joined in shame even more deeply than as part of this unusual firefighting team, I felt my own forehead mirror hers.
Ashley looked back over at Daddy Jacob, and my eyes followed hers, to see that my bear daddy had focused very intently on me. He had a sort of stern look on his face, as if he had begun to get a little impatient for me to look at him, as I should. He hadn’t said anything, of course, but somehow to my surprise, I felt like I had misbehaved—as if I, as my daddies’ little lady, should always look to my brown-eyed daddy on an occasion like this.
He wants to take care of me. Despite the tiny thrill of alarm at the sight of Daddy Jacob’s strict look, the idea came back into my brain and brought the usual warmth in my chest. That warmth grew in intensity as I saw my daddy’s face change and soften with satisfaction and pleasure as I turned my attention to him, where it suddenly felt, very strongly, like it belonged.
He wanted to take care of me, even though that care so frequently took a form I had never imagined before I’d decided to do a crime and found myself caught for it. Even though my daddies’ care meant regular sexual discipline applied with the utmost rigor.
Or, it appeared here at the kitchen table, with very strange kinds of positive reinforcement.
“You’ve earned your underwear, honey,” Daddy Jacob said, his smile broadening.
My body reacted so urgently that I had to bite my cheek to keep from crying out. My daddies were going to put me back in grown-up panties. I squirmed mortifyingly on my special pink pillow, and I looked over at Ashley again, who had on green lingerie today—just as lacy as the pink set. She was allowed to wear pajamas to bed now, too—that had happened just a couple of days ago. I had tried not to be jealous, but the idea that bad girls like us had to behave ourselves to earn back our clothing had such power in my head that I couldn’t help feeling a little bitter when I saw my new friend come out of her bedroom in her cute cotton tee and her boy shorts… in pink, of course. I also felt a little bit of triumph, which made me feel even guiltier, when she had to take them off as soon as she got up, and put on the lacy things her daddies made her wear during her shift.
“To celebrate,” said Daddy Paul, “we’re going to use you girls together tonight.”
I looked over at him—the daddy I knew the least. He had light brown hair and hazel eyes. His expressions reminded me more of Daddy Phil than of Daddy Jacob. A coyote, maybe? I remembered looking up into that slightly sharp face when he held my head in place and thrust rapidly in and out of my mouth, while Ashley’s wet pussy waited an inch away. His eyes had looked just as calculating then as they did here at the table: as if Daddy Paul were interested in making sure he could get as much pleasure as a daddy could get from the needy bodies of the bad-girl fuck toys the system had bestowed on him.
I swallowed hard and looked at Daddy Jacob. In my little lady voice, unable to help myself though I of course knew the answer to my feigned-innocent question, I asked, “What does that mean, Daddy?”
Daddy Jacob shook his head, a little smile of amusement appearing as he obviously saw right through me. “You can figure it out, honey, I’m pretty sure. And the parts you can’t, you’ll find out this evening.”
I felt my forehead crease. I closed my eyes and lowered my head for a moment, and then I looked up into Ashley’s eyes. Her face had gone bright red again, and she had extended her hand across the table towards me. I reached out to take it, and I felt a trembling that matched my own.
“That’s sweet,” said Daddy Ned, approvingly. “Such good friends already.”
My mouth twisted to the side, and I dropped my eyes from Ashley to look at our clasped hands on the table. Something inside me had reacted very strangely to Daddy Ned’s words. Well, very strangely for the week-old me, the Marianne Givens who had decided to try to please her daddies and to become a better girl.
I felt like I didn’t appreciate one of Ashley’s daddies talking about me that way, as if he could see inside my heart. Yes, Ashley and I were friends, and I liked my fellow SRD very much. Butsuch good friends… well, it felt presumptuous, especially coming from a daddy who wasn’t my daddy. I felt like I wanted to do something to show all the daddies that I might have seemed to have complied with their insanity, but that they shouldn’t presume.
A rational part of my brain told me that I might not be thinking straight. The daddies had treated both of us with nothingbutpresumption, hadn’t they? Selecta had entitled them to presume, after all: to presume to such an extent that they had the authority and the power to spank me, paddle me, whip me, and then to fuck me raw whenever they pleased. They had taken away my right to wear clothing, for God’s sake. If that didn’t represent more presumption than saying that I had become good friends with the lovely young woman who shared my fate, I should have my head examined, shouldn’t I?
That didn’t change the way it felt, and the way it brought back the defiance in me more strongly than I would have imagined possible. The sensible voice in my head wondered if it had something to do with the announcement that the daddies intended to cross a taboo line they hadn’t yet crossed—one that maybe shouldn’t have seemed as bright to me as it did, given that they had made us “help” during one another’s fuckings.
Above all, the idea that Daddy Jacob and Daddy Phil meant to share me with Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul, and expected to have Ashley shared with them, too… well, it made me fidget in my desk chair when I began my office shift. I had only met my daddies a week ago, my logical brain said. How could I have become attached to them that way?
But I had. Especially Daddy Jacob. Every time I thought of him offering to his friends and colleagues my body, my pussy, my mouth, and above all my anus… the places where my bear daddy always took so much pleasure… for whose delights he praised me without fail, whenever he came there and left me full of his hot seed… I had to choke down a petulant little sob, even as I felt a helpless spasm between my thighs.
So when the call came in about the fire sighted in the woods north of the plant, I couldn’t deny that I was distracted.
CHAPTER26
Jacob
The first inkling Phil and I had that something was wrong came in the form of a garbled voice message from Marianne. We’d been underneath one of the big turbine assemblies, looking at a spot of metal fatigue on a rotor-housing. Nothing satellites or cell-towers could do about the complete lack of signal there, so it was only when we re-emerged that the message came through.
“Daddy,” Marianne said breathlessly, “there’s a thing on the map… the big one. It set off an alarm. It’s only a few hundred meters away, so… well, anyway, I’m sure I’ll be back in the office by the time you get this message, so it’s no big deal. I… I mean… see you when you get back!”
Phil’s brows knit, as if he could see on my face that I’d heard something confusing.
“That was Marianne,” I told him. “I think she might have left the firehouse.”
