by Maren Smith
Chapter Five
Merilla closed her eyes again. She felt Lord Jason's hands at her hips, and she imagined the little key when she heard it emit its beep. The diaper, damp with the humiliating evidence of her daddies' control over her body, loosened around her waist and between her legs.
To her mortification, she couldn't keep herself from whimpering at the feeling. Even as she had bounced desperately, trying to keep her pee inside, Merilla had felt how the pressure on her bladder stimulated the shameful feelings it seemed her daddies knew all too well how to make her experience.
She lay on her back on the thick towel Daddy George, the dark blond one who seemed the kindest of the three, had spread there. She sensed all three of the Magisterians, in their green uniforms, looming over her. Her head shook from side to side, and she whispered, "Please, no. I don't… please…"
But Daddy Jason took the diaper away, and she felt hands that must be Daddy Carl's — the scary one despite the platinum blond hair that made him look like an angel — on her knees, bending them towards her chest.
I want to see the quim. She remembered his words, and she whimpered as she understood that now he did see the quim. He saw Merilla's little pussy, and her tiny bottom-hole. He saw everything.
"Let's get her nice and clean," she heard Daddy George say. Water ran in the sink, somewhere in the distance.
Then Merilla's back arched up off the bench, because someone — Daddy George, she felt certain, had put a warm, soapy washcloth to her private parts. Her eyes flew open and, yes, she saw her kind daddy crouching at the end of the bench, his hazel eyes looking straight into hers.
The blood rushed to her face, and she felt her brow furrow. A little sob escaped from her throat.
"Does that feel nice, sweetling?" Daddy George asked.
"No!" she cried, hardly knowing where the word had come from. "No… it doesn't… stop!"
They had put her in a diaper. They had made her go in the diaper. They had laid her on her back as if she were herself a doll, and the scary one had folded up her legs so that he could see her pussy as if he owned it.
The expression on Lord Jason's face made her burn even hotter with rebellion: his patient smile only made her struggle more against Daddy Carl's grip on her.
"Keep her in place," the lord deputy said. "I had a feeling this would happen. George, after you dry her off, why don't you go get the paddle?"
"Can I be the one to paddle this little bottom?" Daddy Carl asked.
"Sure," Daddy Jason replied, as he started to lower his uniform trousers. "She needs to learn how hard you spank — that will help her behave."
Merilla tried to stifle the cry of fear that came to her lips. It turned into a little whine, and the whine became a moan, because she saw Daddy Carl lower his right hand to her pussy, and felt him rub her firmly there. She bit her lip and turned to Lord Jason — Daddy Jason — as if he might stop the lewd caress that turned her body against her.
What she saw made her face go blazing hot with shame: Daddy Jason had lowered his pants and the black briefs he had on under them, and for the first time she saw a man's hard penis, pointing at her. The Magisterian lord held it in his left hand, and stroked it up and down as he looked at his little bed-girl, naked and with her knees lifted and spread. Merilla saw him turn his eyes to what Daddy Carl did with his hand between her thighs, stepping forward to take a closer look.
"That's it, Carl," he said. "Wank her before you spank her."
Merilla's hips bucked, and she cried out helplessly. She writhed over the bench, now, trying to get away from the hand that made her feel much too good. Her arms flew out, trying to find something to grab, to pull herself away.
Lord Jason gave a laugh, and took hold of her by the shoulders, clamping her upper arms against her sides.
"You're not going anywhere, sweetling," he said.
Merilla tried not to look at it, but she couldn't help it: her eyes went straight to his hardness, now swinging free, so close to her, so proud and menacing.
"George," Daddy Carl called, "take off your uniform. Then you can hold the legs while I paddle her."
Merilla struggled against their hands, her head threshing from side to side. She saw Daddy George come in and put the paddle on the edge of the vast bathtub. He started to take off his uniform, and she couldn't watch, but she had to — just as she knew she shouldn't struggle, and yet she did. Daddy George's hard penis seemed just as big as Daddy Jason's, jutting out from a nest of light brown fur below his taut abdomen. Now both of the naked men held her, and she had to watch Daddy Carl strip off his own uniform, until all her daddies had no more clothes on than Merilla herself did.
She gave a cry of alarm that she couldn't keep back when she saw Daddy Carl, with his cock in his left hand, pick up the paddle in his right to stand in front of her so that she had to watch him stroke himself between her spread knees. Daddy Jason stood directly behind her, holding her down on the bench. Daddy George stood to her right, keeping her legs up and apart.
"You… you can't!" Merilla tried to insist, as Daddy George stepped a little to his left to let Daddy Carl take up a position more alongside her. "You can't!" She writhed in their hands.
Daddy Carl turned his eyes from looking at her pussy and her bottom to meet Merilla's frightened gaze with a smile. "Oh, I can, sweetling," he said. "You need to learn that your daddies will decide what happens to your little body."
He raised the pink paddle, with the terrible words on it.
"Wait!" Merilla cried. "I'll… I'll do what…"
But Daddy Carl didn't seem interested in what Merilla had to offer of her own volition. He brought the paddle down hard on her left bottom-cheek. The sound echoed off the bathroom tiles, and Merilla cried out in pain, her bottom squirming, but before she had even sensed all the sting from the hard spank of the thick leather, Daddy Carl had spanked her again, in the very same place.
She screamed as the paddling went on, hard and fast, three spanks on the right and then three on the left.
"Alright, Carl," said Daddy Jason. "That's a nice red bottom. Let's see if she's ready to be a good girl. Take her to my bedroom."
To Merilla's sobbing surprise, Daddy George and Daddy Carl lifted her up like a feather and carried her out the bathroom and down the hall. She got a glimpse of Borina's special chair and the fireplace before they bore her helplessly into another room, one almost as big as the living room. She found herself laid down on an immense, soft bed, from which the covers had, it seemed, been removed. She heard Daddy Jason, coming into the room, say, "Keep her open for me."
She saw him between the knees that Daddy George and Daddy Carl held high and wide, standing to either side of the lord deputy as he approached. Three naked men, to whom she belonged: broad shoulders and big arms, ropy with muscle; deep chests and taut abdomens, and, below… Merilla whimpered to see the rigid lengths of their manhoods, their hard penises — the things they wanted to put inside her.
Daddy Jason stood in the middle, and pumped the shaft of his cock in his left hand, now. Very slowly, he lowered his right to put his fingers gently on her aching pussy.
"Let's get you ready for your first fucking, sweetling," he said. "Don't be frightened. It will only hurt for a second, and then it's going to feel so good." As he spoke his fingers moved up and down, so much more softly than Daddy Carl had touched her there. "We're going to get this quim nice and wet now — just the way you got wet when I got you ready for your spanking at the town hall."
Merilla closed her eyes and bit her lip hard. Her bottom moved, squirmed, clenched.
"Look at that," she heard Daddy Carl say. "She's a naughty thing."
"You're so kind to her, Jason," Daddy George said. "Don't worry, Merilla. You're going to love having a cock in your little cunny."
Jason put the head of his achingly hard cock where it needed to go, in the slick entrance of the tight little quim he meant to train so thoroughly over the next two years. He looked down into Meril
la's eyes and saw her stare up at him with evident amazement that it felt so good to have a daddy's hardness there.
"Doesn't that feel nice, sweetling?" George asked, stroking the creamy skin of the girl's left calf. Merilla looked over at the daddy with the ash-blond hair, her brow puckering as she seemed still to fight with the wanton needs of her body. She glanced over to the other side, a little fearfully, at Carl, whose face had the hard, hungry expression it often got when he watched one of his fellow daddies enjoy their bed-girl.
Jason felt her pussy clench around him, and her bottom jerk, and he felt his own hips respond to the extremity of the pleasure provided by the mere opening of her virgin quim. She turned her attention back to him, eyes wide, and he smiled, then looked down to see the lewd joining of their bodies, cock in maiden cunny, ready to fuck. Her little bottom still had the pink stain Carl had painted there with her pink paddle, the sign of her need for discipline, of her subjection to her daddies' wills and desires.
He raised his eyes to see that she had taken her lower lip between her teeth, as if terribly moved by the knowledge that her master-daddy could see his penis inside her that way. Jason made his smile more gentle.
"Look, sweetling," he said. The lord deputy loved this position for the defloration of a bed-girl for this reason above all: when a master-daddy's fellow officers held the girl's legs high and wide, she could see her own quim, and witness her first fucking nearly as well as her daddies could.
Merilla shook her head rapidly, her chestnut hair threshing from side to side. Her eyes locked on his.
"Look, Merilla," Carl growled on Jason's left, as he held the girl's right knee high. She didn't look over at him, but her hips moved deliciously in response to Carl's authority, and the crease in her brow grew deeper as her body betrayed the roiling mixture of fear and need that the tallest and fairest of her daddies inspired. She looked down, and she gave a sob when she saw it: the way her daddy's penis had already claimed her cunny as his own, before he had even thrust himself through her virginity.
Jason took her spread thighs into his hands, then, curving his fingers around the silky flesh. He gripped her firmly there, and Merilla cried out as she understood why — that her daddy would begin to fuck her now. Her eyes remained fixed on the lascivious sight, even as her back arched helplessly, to assist in her defloration. With a thrust of his hips, Jason drove his hardness through the barrier in her young quim and took full possession of her womb.
"Good girl," Jason said, his own voice sounding strained in his ears, thanks to the greatness of the pleasure her little pussy provided. "Such a good girl. Look, now."
Her eyes flew open, her face distressed, but in that way Jason knew well as showing helpless ecstasy rather than discomfort. She looked down, and she saw a blood-stained penis surging in and out of her newly-opened cunny, and she gave a little cry, her well-punished bottom jerking beneath her daddy's riding lap.
"Is she tight?" Carl asked. Merilla's eyes turned to her right, to look at the tall officer, then back to Jason's face, and then again downward, to watch the fucking, as if she could not endure that shameful sight yet couldn't help gazing upon it.
"So tight," Jason confirmed in a grunt, as the pleasure thrilled through his hips and up his back. "It'll be your turn in a few moments."
To his right, George put his right hand out, around her left knee, to fondle her adorable breasts, taking her left nipple into his fingers and squeezing it gently. Merilla's back arched with need, and she whimpered, her eyes going everywhere — her daddies' faces, their arms, their hard cocks, then down again to watch herself getting it for the first time from her master-daddy, beginning her trained as three officers' bed-girl.
Looking into Merilla's face, Jason saw the way her first vaginal orgasm overtook her, then, in the combination of his hard cock deep inside her, the heat of her punished bottom-cheeks against his thrusting hips, Carl's degrading words, George's gentle fingers. He felt her tighten on his shaft, deep inside, and it brought on his own climax — no danger to her future, of course, thanks to the Magisterian contraceptives all her daddies took.
Jason started to step away, and Merilla's wide eyes darted to him, pleading, he thought, for a respite.
"It's Daddy Carl's turn inside your cunny, sweetling," he said, though. "Be a good girl. Remember you'll get to wear panties tomorrow if you do as you're told tonight, and please your daddies."
Carl moved in front of Jason, and Jason accepted Merilla's right knee from his friend's hands. In the center, now, Carl looked down at Merilla's bare quim, and put his hand there, to rub casually and possessively along the lips that had just received a penis for the first time. He had his own rigid shaft in his other hand, pumping it idly, as if he meant to decide whether Merilla's pussy were worthy of his thrusting into it.
Jason studied their bed-girl's face as she felt all of Carl's special brand of daddying. Her eyes went to George, evidently hoping her easier-going daddy would provide some help. George smiled gently, though, and said, "Be a good girl for Daddy Carl."
"Yes," Carl said, speaking for the first time since he had asked about her tightness, "it's time to be a very good girl, now." He turned to his fellow daddies. "Turn her over. I want her from behind."
George and Jason, with expert skill, lifted the bed-girl and turned her over, as she gave a little cry of surprise. Carl had the firm cushion they used for such occasions, and he put it under Merilla's hips as his fellow daddies lowered her to the bed.
"Show me your cunt, sweetling," Carl said, getting up behind her and bestriding her closed knees. "Put your hands back and show me what a pretty cunt you have."
Merilla gave a muffled, whimpering cry of shame into the mattress. Jason watched her hands clench into little fists.
George spoke gently. "I'm sure you want Daddy Carl's penis inside you, don't you, Merilla?"
That made her shudder atop the bed, her hips bucking over the black cushion that raised her backside for her daddies' pleasure. Trembling, her hands went back behind her, and she took hold of the backs of her thighs, to spread them and reveal the adorable smooth pout of her private lips.
"That's it," Carl said. "That's it." He moved forward a little, so that he could put his cock there, and took hold of her hips, then drove inside, kneeling astride like a rider on his mount. Merilla cried out as she felt the degradation of this new posture, and Carl fucked harder at the sound of her submissive whimpers.
"Oh, that's tight, sweetling," he grunted softly. "Oh, Daddy's going to come, now. Right in this sweet young cunt."
Chapter Six
Merilla came again, just as she felt a man orgasm inside her for the second time. The mystery of defiance and need and pleasure took her to some other place, in the stars, as the hard penis spurted in her newly opened womb. Merilla hardly felt it, as Daddy Carl pulled his cock out of her pussy, and Daddy Jason eased her off the cushion.
The stars in her mind seemed filled with pleasure. Her mind barely registered the sensation of Daddy George climbing onto the bed and lying on his side, turning her gently but insistently onto her own right side, then raising her thigh so he could enter her. With a hand on her shoulder and another under her thigh her kind daddy with the ash-blond hair fucked his little bed-girl with long, slow thrusts at first.
"Good girl," he murmured in her ear, his lap pressing against her bottom. "Such a good girl on Daddy's penis."
"Daddy…" Merilla sobbed softly. "Oh, Daddy. Please… please, no more." Her words did not mean what they seemed to mean, though: they meant that Merilla had begun to understand how her pussy's need could only begin to find fulfillment this way: when she knew her own desires didn't matter to the daddy who used her body for his pleasure.
"Shh, good girl. Take the cock, now."
Said in Daddy George's gentle voice, the words seemed almost as terrible as Daddy Carl's much more brutal mode of speech. Merilla sobbed, and felt her hips respond to the thrusting penis. She came again, softly, at the feeling of
her daddy's hands tightening on her body, almost as if he wanted to be tender with her, but his hard cock wouldn't allow it.
"So sweet," she heard Daddy Jason say from somewhere above her, as the third penis filled her pussy with Magisterian seed. "She's earned her panties, I think."
"Well," said Daddy Carl slowly. "I suppose. I can't wait to take them down tomorrow night, though, and break her in properly."
Merilla felt her face crumple, even as faint echoes of rebellion seemed to arise deep in her heart. Not really to her surprise, now, she felt herself clench around Daddy George's penis, still hard inside her. She knew Daddy Carl meant her to wonder what break her in properly signified.
"Yes," Daddy Jason said. "Her panties won't stay on for long, certainly."
Merilla didn't think she had ever slept more soundly than she did that first night in her room at her daddies' house — twice the size of the one she had shared with her sister in her family home. Warm from the bath the three Magisterians had given her, dressed in a pink nightgown with nothing under it despite the promise of underwear in the morning, she supposed at first she would have a difficult time falling asleep as she tried to sort out all the feelings in her heart about becoming a captive bed-girl. Instead, she descended into slumber immediately, and the next thing she knew she was opening her eyes to see Daddy Jason sitting on her bed, smiling down at her.
It took her a long moment to remember where she was. Merilla knew she felt something positive about the man in the casual-looking but still very elegantly tailored black pants and blue shirt, and she knew that her body felt different, somehow, from any way it had ever felt before. Her memories of the previous day only came back, though, when she saw the pink panties he held on his lap, with the ruffles around the waist and the holes for her legs.
Merilla blushed furiously, looking at them and remembering the girls at the town hall, the ones returning from their service in the capital. Their panties had seemed girlish enough, but these were clearly intended to make a young woman feel little, and to remind her at all times that she must try to be a good girl — or suffer the old-fashioned consequences over her daddy's knee.
