“Well, I want to do it. How about that?”
“That...th-that’s wonderful, Daddy.” I spread my legs out, trying to show my complete compliance. “Please, fuck my ass?”
“Let me get you all wet for her, Daddy,” Diane moaned. “I want to do it so you’ll have everything you want. I want you to go into her virgin asshole easy, Daddy. It’s what you deserve.”
Her eyes were full of zeal, so obviously in love with our Daddy. In some ways, I felt jealous of her inherent understanding of everything that was right and true when it came to servicing him. I don’t know that I had the same feelings at all, but her life seemed rather uncomplicated in that area.
Smiling, he pushed Diane down to her knees slid his already quite hard cock down his blonde slave's throat.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded me. “Get yourself wet while I fuck this slave's mouth.”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
I watched as Diane pushed her thick lips over the thick, hard shaft of Daddy’s cock expertly. She was very good at this.
It shames me to say it, but I was turned on as I watched them, and would have been even if I hadn't been touching myself. Diane’s body was so tiny and sexy, so perfectly muscled in all the right places, and her tits were so very large as they crushed against Daddy’s hairy, manly legs. Very soon, my pussy was dripping wet.
If Daddy wanted to fuck my cunt, he would have found an easy entrance.
But he didn’t want my cunt...he wanted my asshole. His cock fully wet now with Diane's slobber and love, he exited her mouth and began to push into my tight rear hole.
“N-no, wait,” I moaned, feeling his thick, turgid head spread into my most sacred entrance. “P-please, Daddy, go slow, you’re s-so big, and I-I...ohhhh!”
No willing to wait in the slightest, he slid his lubricated cock deep down into my virgin asshole.
“Oh god, Daddy! Dadddeeeeee!”
Broken in half. That’s how I felt. The enormity of his cock was too much for my tiny entrance, even with as lubricated as Diane had made him. I screamed in pain from his rushed, quick entrance, but the pain wasn’t because I didn’t want it. Pain is just pain—I just wasn’t used to such a perfectly huge mass of flesh being pushed so hard into my tight teenage asshole.
I wanted it, though, make no mistake. I wanted my Daddy’s cock in my ass. Even though I still felt it was terribly wrong, and even though huge sections of my brain were positively scandalized by what he did to me, I could not stop wanting what my Daddy was pushing into me. I wanted more. He drove into me harder, harder, harder.
As he fucked my fragile asshole, he continued to slap my ass, spanking me more powerfully than ever. Or if he didn't spank me, he grabbed my thick tits, grinding his rough hands into their soft surface, just like he had earned.
His load was already warmed up by Diane's work, and so it wasn't long before I felt his pistoning movements speed up, becoming almost automatic as he completely lost himself in fuck the ass of his daughter.
“Oh god, Daddy!” I moaned. “Oh god, yes! Get it! Take my ass, please!”
“Do it, Daddy!” Diane begged. “Please do it! Please unload in her! I want to see it, Master!”
Finally, with Diane cheering him on all the while, he came into my asshole. Even while he still spasmed inside of me, thick gobs of cum leaked out from my tiny, violated asshole, running in streaks down my legs. His rough hands ran over my tiny, tight body, letting me know how strong he was even after completely emptied.
Slowly, he exited me, pulling me up by the hair as he did. His mouth pressed against my ear.
“What do you have to say, Leandra? Will you be good?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned eagerly. So desperate to prove that I wanted him. “I’ll be so good for you. Only for you. I belong to you, Daddy.”
I could only hope somehow to prove that to him once and for all.
* * * * *
The next morning, after I had recovered and eaten breakfast, Daddy called me into his study. Diane tried to follow me in, but she was quickly rebuffed by Daddy.
“No, Diane. You wait outside.”
She pouted, but complied. In a few moments, I was sitting down in front of his desk, on my knees, ass on my heels. I wore a tiny violet corset and a pair of black, frilly-laced panties. Black patent leather pump heels adorned my feet, and my long thick hair tumbled down my back in luscious fashion. Despite all her manipulations, Diane had actually helped me get dressed and to do my hair—as if she knew that making me look hot for Daddy was what was best for all of us.
“How may I serve you, Daddy?”
For several moments, he just looked at me. I tried to be as presentable as possible, wanting to show him that I enjoyed his eyes on me. I did, despite all my reservations.
Eventually, though, he stood up and walked over to his bookshelf. In the middle of the shelf was an ornate box with a gold lock. After unlocking it, he beckoned that I attend him and look inside.
The interior of the box was a red velvet shell. Inside was a small helmet and a remote. Slowly, fear entered my stomach. My breasts, so proud and round, pushed tightly against my tiny corset as I breathed harder and harder.
“This is the Device. Are you familiar with it?”
I gulped, nodding. He waited for a proper response.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m very disappointed in your lack of enthusiasm, Leandra. I want you to be enjoying yourself. I want you to be the properly good slave I was promised. And yet, you continue to disobey. You act sullen.”
“I-I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’ll try better. I’ll do better, please? I’m s-so sorry—”
With a gesture, he silenced me.
“That is the whole problem. All this talk of “sorry” and “trying.” What good is that to me? What good is your trying? I bought a slave, Leandra. Not a trier. I bought obedience, not apologies. And yet which do you provide me with? I thought you were supposed to pride yourself in your true service.”
That stung. He knew it would sting—he wanted to hurt my feelings. He wanted to goad me into a little bit of anger, I think. If I was angry at him, then I wouldn’t be so full of self-pity.
My Daddy is such a smart man.
He tapped the helmet with one finger. “If I turn this on, all those disobedient thoughts will melt away. Of course, you’ll also be a shell of your former self. Is that what you want?”
“No, Daddy! I want to be good, I do.”
“It would be so very easy to turn it on...” He ran his finger along the edge of the helmet. “I think I might like you as a mindless little whore. A fuckpet for me to do with whatever I desire. There wouldn’t be all this indecision all the time. All this resistance.”
I could see his bulge coming forward in his pants. The idea did excite him...and so, naturally, it excited me. I was obedient in every way.
“Stroke me,” he said. “Stroke me while I think about you as a mindless little fuckpet.”
Much as the thought disturbed me, it also turned me on. The notion of him wiping me completely clean did have a certain appeal for someone as hard-wired to serve as I was. And more than that, the thought of making him hard, of stroking him until he came, was even hotter. To make him want that, even if I wasn’t sure that I wanted it...to encourage the man in charge of my life to completely fuck me over...god, my cunt was dripping!
Quickly I had his pants unbuttoned. Soon, my hand slid over his cock. Once again I was struck by how big his meat looked when compared to my tiny hands.
An idea occurred to me suddenly. A way that I could prove my devotion. I pushed forward onto his body, snuggling close.
“D-do it, Daddy,” I said slowly. “Please?”
He shifted, somewhat surprised. “What?”
“Do it. Use the device on me.” I stroked harder now, faster. His precum covered his shaft. “I want you to, please? Please, Daddy?”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to ever worry about me disobeying
ever again. Put it on my head.”
He didn't need much convincing. As I stroked him still, making him ever harder, he slipped the helmet over my head. It fit securely, the interior soft. Right away he powered on the remote. The helmet vibrated around my skull; sort of like how it feels to press your head against a car door during a long trip.
“Yesss,” I moaned, stroking him harder. “You can do it, Daddy. You can do anything. You’ve already made your little girl into your daughterslave. You’ve already made me want to be mindless for you, Daddy. You’re so strong. You could do anything to me. Anything at all.”
“Anything,” he repeated dumbly, stroking the remote.
“Please?” I closed my free hand on his on the remote, perfectly serious. If he wanted to wipe my mind, I wanted him to. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t good before. I want to be good for you. I want to do what you want, Daddy, I do! I just needed some adjustment, and it was so scary getting here because I knew you and I was so terrified I would disappoint you. But I know that’s not good enough. I know you’ll just have to wipe my mind totally, so that you can be totally sure.”
His face finally seemed to relent. He knew what I was doing, trying to convince him to keep me whole by trying to convince him to wipe my mind. And he liked that effort—he appreciated it.
Softly, staring deep into my loving, gleeful eyes, he came all over my legs, his perfect seed spreading down my thighs. I could not help but want it to have spilled higher up, and inside of me. Then, he’d know that my loyalty was beyond question. Then he’d know I was such a good girl for him that I wanted to get pregnant by his seed alone.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me close. “My good little girl. My good girl. Come here. I’ve got you now.”
* * * * *
The following Sunday was a game day. In the Colosseum in the middle of Talnesha, a troupe of armed warriors fought a collection of bears and wolves with tempered steel maces and swords. These warriors were like rock stars to Talneshan culture. If they did well enough in these little displays of force, eventually they would be moved up to fight one-on-one with other fighters in non-lethal combat. And if they did well in those tournaments, then they would eventually move up to games where mortality was on the line.
Daddy had invited over four of his closest friends. He wanted to show me off to them.
So far, he still hadn't fucked my cunt. I knew he was waiting to do it on a day that was sure to be special. Still, I couldn't help but continue to drop hints about how eager I was to get pregnant from his seed, to feel his throbbing cock fill me up with his virile womb-blessing seed.
Diane had told me already that she was dead-certain they were going to want to fuck me. Probably all as a group, too. They had done it every last week to Diane since she had been bought.
Ever since that day with the helmet, Diane and I had gotten along better and better. She was almost cordial to me at that point.
I knew all of them, of course. I had grown up with them almost as much as I had with my Daddy. There was Bryant, his best friend and our neighbor. He was a tall, single man who worked as a butcher not far from where we lived.
There was Dr. Jarvis, our family practitioner. He and Daddy had become close after my mother died; Dr. Jarvis made many regular calls to the house after that. It’s possible, like Daddy, that he had been harboring a crush on me for some time. That was possible for all of the men, actually. He was a skinny man of average height, with his balding hair kept cut close to his head.
Then, finally, there were Hurrain and Harrell, the step-brothers who worked at the local steel mill. Hurrain was a supervisor now, and Harrell was a safety specialist, but both had worked for dozens of long years with their hands, building up stack after stack of muscle on their burly, hairy frames.
“Good to see you boys,” said Daddy. “Come right in! There’s enough for everyone. Enough of everything.”
They knew my father as Cal, the once-poor tradesman who had struck it rich with his recent dealings with the nation of Imperial Hundret. Each of them were true friends—having offered my father money when he was down. He had turned down all of it, of course, not wanting the interplay of commerce, loaning, and lending to get in between their friendships. It had turned out to be a good decision.
All of his friends arrived shortly before noon, right as the pre-show was playing on the television. Apparently, all of them already knew Diane, greeting her with either a kiss or a slap on the ass. For me, they showed more restraint, not quite sure how Daddy wanted them to react to the presence of his daughter as a slave.
That he held such control over these men excited me. Truly, he was an alpha stud in every respect.
Shortly, they were all seated in front of the television. Diane and I were dressed in identical maid outfits—tiny dresses that flared out around our thighs, complete with frilly white aprons and low-dipping cleavage-baring necklines. Our collars could be seen easily on the lines of our elegant, sexy necks, and our hair was arranged in matching, flowing styles. The only difference was the color—mine so thick and dark, and Diane’s so luxurious and golden. Otherwise, both of us had our hair pinned up in an ornate assembly atop our heads with long thick tails of hair sliding down our finely muscled backs. Little locks of hair framed our sexy faces, perfectly made-up just to serve these men.
And serve them we did. As the game began, we each came out with a tray of drinks and food, giving these males what they had earned after working so hard all week. They stared openly down our dresses, and we made sure to bend over for extra-long amounts of time to let them know we had no problem with that. They could look at our cleavage, or stare at our barely covered pussies and asses. We loved it all.
Eventually, half-time arrived. The games of the day included four fights, and so now two of them were done. Diane and I came out to refresh everyone’s drinks with new beers straight from the fridge.
All five men were now properly tipsy on the long couch in the middle of the living room. I could feel their eyes on me—even more than they were on Diane, I noticed with no small amount of arrogance.
“She’s a beauty, Cal,” said Hurrain, stroking his beard. “I can hardly believe that’s Leandra all grown up.”
“Me neither,” said Harrell. “I used to bounce her on my knee. Now, look at her. Trained like that.”
“I’d like to give her another kind of bouncing altogether,” said Hurrain, slapping me on the ass and then letting his hand stay there, toying with the slender lace of my panties. His steel mill hands were rough on my smooth skin.
Bryant leaned forward. “Say, can we take a turn with you?”
“I offer no objections,” I said. My manner was serene, but my pussy pulsed with need at the thought. “But the decision is for my Master to make, not I.”
Daddy had ordered me to call him Master in front of others; there was some notion of decorum left in him, after all. Perhaps he didn’t want them to think about how he was my Daddy, and how close all of them were to being the same thing. They had all helped to raise me with my Mother gone. Now, they leered at me openly, drunk, wanting to ride my body and give me the fucking that I had so justifiably earned from being such a good slave.
“Sure, boys,” said Daddy. “You all have a turn with her.”
No one moved, however.
“What are you, shy?” Daddy smiled, standing up. “Fine, then.”
He took me by the hair and dragged me over to the table, pushing me down on table. My tits smashed on the crackers and cheese I had laid only only a half-hour before.
His cock was already hard. I heard the other four gasp when they saw it. Before, when they all took a turn with Diane, Daddy had stayed out of it. He had kept his special cock hidden from them, waiting for me. And now, all his friends, all these men I grew up with, they knew for certain now that he was bigger than them, better. He was my Daddy.
And now, the moment I had been waiting for. My Daddy's huge meat pushed deep inside my sopping wet cunt. I gasped wi
th sudden, complete orgasm, my mind blissing out from feeling him inside of me so completely. I was a perfect fit for his huge cock. My tight, red hot cunt wrapped around him perfectly, clenching down, coaxing him to fuck me more and more.
“Aren’t any of you going to fill her mouth, boys?” asked Diane. “She needs it so bad.”
She slipped next to Dr. Jarvis, cooing and smiling. “Look at her, Sir. Doesn’t she need your cock in your mouth? I bet she’d only protest a little bit...”
That excited him, all right. He stood up then, dropped his pants, and slid his cock around my lips.
“You like that?” he asked. “You want my cock?”
“O-oh, Sir!” I moaned, playing up my resistance just a bit. “I...I’m not sure, Sir...perhaps you shall have to teach me to enjoy it? My mouth is so delicate and unlearned, Sir, and—”
Apparently, that was all he needed to hear. His hardening rod pushed past my plush lips and right away his hands were deep in my hair. He fucked my mouth hard, driving his hips into the action. As he did, my Daddy continued to fuck my unprotected pussy.
“Come on,” said Diane, now on Bryant’s arm. “You could fuck her ass. All they’d have to do is move her over a little bit, and you could slip right in...fucking that hot, barely legal slave ass. Wouldn’t you like that?”
Apparently, he very much would. In seconds, he was up, slapping Daddy and Dr. Jarvis on the arms. Nodding, they readjusted me, just with the power of their big, strong, man arms. I was twisted around so that I was face up, and lowered down toward the floor and onto Bryant’s big veiny cock. It somehow felt even deeper than Daddy fucking me before. The extra weight of gravity, and my greater ability to take a cock in my asshole now that Daddy had done it so often, made me that much better of a fuckpet slave for him.
“Oh, Sirs!” I moaned, playing it up. I wanted them to feel like I was surprised, like I was resisting just a bit...but they could tell easily by my juicing cunt, my spasming orgasmic body, that I was desperate for their cock.
Just as I got used to the feeling of his thick rod spreading up into that most forbidden entrance, Daddy pushed into my cunt, and right after that, Dr. Jarvis plunged his hard, saliva-soaked cock back into my mouth again.
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