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“Yup,” Daddy Phil said, his eyes still fixed on me as he answered the guard. “Our colleagues already have one. We know she has to earn her clothes.”
CHAPTER6
Marianne
It couldn’t actually be true, could it? Even as my mind reeled, denying what my ears told me, begging me to think it was all an awful locker-room-style joke, I had no idea how I could doubt it. The asshole doctor and his horrible nurse had made it clear all this shit was real.
Our colleagues already have one…and those words didn’t even represent the worst part.
Earn her clothes.Thinking about it felt like touching the third rail in the subway. It sent a zap of unwelcome thought… emotion… worst of allsensation… traveling through my limbs. Outward, all the way to my fingertips, from my pussy.
They got me out of the car. My muscles didn’t seem to be working. Part of my mind kept telling me to resist, somehow, but it didn’t seem worth it. These firefighters—Jacob and Phil…DaddyJacob andDaddyPhil—they were just sobig. What could I possibly do except make things worse for myself, the way “Daddy” Phil had already warned me not to do. If swearing would earn me more punishment, what would trying some stupid, fruitless kind of rebellion do?
Daddy Jacob put his arm around my shoulders, as if he could read my mind and knew a chance existed that I might do something foolish like try to break away and run across the asphalt towards… what? I thought I could see a chain link fence about a hundred meters away. Still, I felt my body shift inside the strong arm, resentfully, almost daring to try to pull away, even though…
Even though it felt kind of good. Really, maybebecauseit felt kind of good to have that kind of arm around my shoulders, despite the fact that the man attached to it had called himselfDaddyand clearly intended…
Awful things. That’s all my brain could handle about the matter right now. As I heard the van start to drive away, I thought:awful things. These so-called “Daddies” may put their arms around my shoulder, but what they mean to do to me… just, awful things.
I saw the words over the garage doors:SELECTA SAFETY SERVICES, UNIT 6521.Ha. “Safety.” I felt the opposite of safe, right at the moment.
They marched me into the regular door, where we entered a small office, with a desk and shelves and a computer.
“This is where you’ll work during the day,” Daddy Phil said, in a matter-of-fact tone. “Administrative stuff. They’ve got a training for you on the computer—you can start that tomorrow, when your daddies are doing our plant checks. Right now, though, it’s time to teach you about your more important duties.”
I felt my forehead crease, and I shuddered. Daddy Jacob kept marching me along, through the office and then through a door on its other side. I opened my mouth, about to ask the burning question at the top of my mind, then decided not to. I knew I didn’t want the answer.
We emerged into a comfortable living room, with a big screen TV, a long couch, and two big arm chairs. Daddy Jacob stopped our forward progress right next to the couch, then maneuvered me effortlessly into position behind it, facing the TV over the waist-high back.
He moved the arm around my shoulders, drawing his hand across my back, flattening it out so that I could feel his fingers and his palm push gently, right between my shoulder blades, ordering me without words to bend over the couch back. The question I didn’t want answered came spilling out of me, merely as a way to stall for time.
“What…” I started, looking over to Daddy Phil, who had come to stand in front of the couch, between it and the big TV. “What are my… duties?”
I succeeded in getting Daddy Jacob to stop pushing on my back, though his hand remained in the same place, his obvious intention delayed, maybe, but not in any way abandoned.
“Marianne, honey,” said Daddy Jacob, the slightest hint of annoyance creeping into his voice, so that I turned my head awkwardly to look at him, swallowing hard as I saw the sheer handsomeness of his bearded face, “we’re big and strong, but we’re not stupid—and we know you’re not, either. We know exactly what the doctor told you, and we know you can figure out exactly what your duties are, as ourSexual Relief Device.”
“But…” I said, my heart rate soaring again after the ordinary surroundings of the firehouse had calmed me down for a few moments.
“ButDaddy,” Daddy Phil said, his eyebrows going up and his voice starting to sound severe. “It’s important that you learn to address us properly.”
I looked at him, then turned again to look at Daddy Jacob. I chewed on my lower lip for a moment, feeling my forehead crease hard.
“I… but… Idon’tunderstand…” I started, my voice quavering as I did my best to evoke pity—the way I had made the Selecta executive I had tried to con feel pity for me. Then I noticed immediately how both of them assumed sterner expressions, rather than softer ones. “Daddy,” I tried, the word coming out, to my dismay, in a little sort of a voice I had never heard myself use before.
Their faces softened a bit. Immediately, though, I felt Daddy Jacob’s hand start to press against my back again.
“It doesn’t matter that you don’t understand everything yet, honey,” he said. “Your daddies will teach you.”
I swallowed hard as I felt just how easily he could bend me, literally, to his will, if he chose. At least he hadn’t chosen that—yet. I stayed upright, though I had to put my cuffed hands on the back of the couch to steady myself against the pressure from his huge hand.
“But…” I tried again, as I felt Daddy Jacob ease the pressure again, clearly in response to sensing from my body’s response that I didn’t intend to bend over willingly. “But I don’t even understand about… about the… theDaddything.”
“You don’tthinkyou do, maybe,” Daddy Phil said. His tone had a patronizing note in it that made me look sharply at him, to see that same infuriating condescension in his eyes, and a mocking little smile on his lips.
I snapped. In the van, and then as these towering men had taken me and led me to the door of their firehouse, my rational brain had managed to keep me from doing anything stupid, but the look on “Daddy” Phil’s face overcame common sense in a flash.
