The Daddy Games

by Adrian Amos

  The announcement is made on the speakers introducing the contestants, but all I can focus on is the naked, tall woman at the other end of the cage. Her stance, her aggressive pacing back and forth, leaves me with a tense, unsettling feeling.

  I know it; I know I'm going to lose. I know it before anyone else. And all for nothing, because daddy's probably not even in the stands watching. He's too angry to care if I win. Even if he gets his prize, who's to say he'll stay with me, the girl who sold herself for—

  Darcy takes off running toward me, the game starting while I've been panicking. She runs with abandon, her nudity doing nothing to humiliate her in any way. Her small breasts bounce up and down as she runs at full gait, her muscles in her thighs activating into dense strands of dominance.

  My reaction is something I'm not proud of.

  I take off running around the edge of the cage. I'm far more self-conscious of my large breasts and the heft of them as they sway back and forth. I cover them up, keeping them from bouncing too heavily.

  It doesn't help when the crowd breaks out laughing from my cowardice. My face burns as I make my way away from Darcy.

  What am I doing? I'm going to lose, right? What does it matter? The next game, I just have to get to the next game. Why make myself look like an idiot in front of so many people?

  I need to exit this with my pride, so I can at least have a chance in the future.

  Even as I convince myself of how foolish I seem, it takes me another minute of exhausted running before I finally turn around and face her.

  She charges at me full force, and as my muscles tense up, the only thought in my mind is: Oh, god, this is going to hurt.

  The tall, muscular girl slams into me, and with a deft move, she hooks her hands under my shoulders, and with all the momentum of her spring, lifts me and tosses me through the air. I flip over, landing in the dirt with an explosion of air from my lungs and a shock to my back.

  It stuns me. It's not so much painful as disorienting. I can't breathe, my lungs flattened, and the shock to my spine numbs me all throughout.

  “Get up, bitch,” Darcy says, her hands on her hips, breathing hard, as she paces around me. She's taunting me, knowing I don't stand a chance.

  Although I expect to lose, and I should just stay on the ground, something about the girl boils my blood. I stand up gingerly, staring her down.

  “Come and get it, big bird,” I say.

  She smirks, and with a burst of speed, lashes out toward me. I—somehow—throw my arms out and knock her grapple away. With a rush of excitement, I lunge toward her midsection, grabbing her waist and lifting her as hard as I can.

  But it's no use. I don't have the strength to pick her up, merely lifting her a few inches while stumbling backward through shuffling steps.

  Darcy grabs the back of my head and pulls my hair violently, ripping me away from her.

  She growls, “You're so fucking useless.”

  She swings her hand down, striking my breast, burning my nipple. I yelp, and the announcer shouts over the speakers, “Contestant Darcy, no strikes or you will be disqualified.”

  She chuckles, “You got lucky. I guess I'll save it all for when I'm fucking you into the dirt.”

  I sneer, “Then finish it, you crazy whore.”

  She grits her teeth, her brow twitching. She grabs me by the throat with a large hand, and with a motion too easy for a girl, lifts me up and chokeslams me into the dirt.

  This time it hurts like hell, pain flooding through my back as muscles spasm intermittently. I groan, squirming on the ground.

  I flip over onto my stomach, get one arm out to crawl away, but it's snatched by Darcy. She twists it and pulls it behind me, pushing her knee into my lower back. The maneuver is impossible for me to escape from.

  The announcer counts up from the speaker. “One!”

  My muscles give out, and I realize I don't have the energy anymore to fight. With all the pain from getting slammed to the ground, with all the exhaustion from previous games, with all the mental torment of having betrayed daddy, I no longer feel like competing.

  “Two!”

  Darcy, though, doesn't care about my anguish. She punishes me as much as she sees fit, using her free hand to push my face down into the dirt, suffocating me on particles of dust as the announcer continues his count of humiliation.

  “Eat it, eat the fucking dirt!” Darcy laughs, and I have to sit through her insults for the rest of the count, struggling to get my head off the ground so I can at least breathe.

  The stadium erupts as the speaker goes off, “Five! We have a winner, folks!”

  At that, Darcy releases me, and I sink further into the ground, drained and broken. I cough and sputter, spitting out dirt. My face is dry and brown, the dirt sucked into my pores in a way only a deep cleanse will free me from my degradation.

  I just want this to be over. I just want to get back to my room and relax, and I hope I can make things right with daddy again.

  I almost forget the consequence of losing until the audience begins chanting:

  “Dominate! Dominate! Dominate!”

  I lift my head and watch as two men run into the dome, helping Darcy slide into a belt. At the end of it is a long, purple dildo, as big as any cock I've ever seen.

  I grit my teeth. Ugh, I just have to get through this. Just lie here, prone on the ground, and hope I can speed this up. Don't play into her games. Just let her do it and get it over with. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing my pain.

  But it isn't the pain I should be worried about.

  “Come here, bitch,” she says, striding up behind me, glorious plastic cock needing no stimulation. “Let's see that dirty slit up close.”

  She stoops behind me, and my efforts to stay prone are destroyed immediately. She grabs my hips and lifts me up to my knees, my ass bent over as my chest sits in the dirt.

  She places her foot on my head. Her hands go to my cheeks, spreading me open forcefully.

  “Look at that!” she yells. “This girl's probably a fucking virgin!”

  The crowd applauds, and I realize she's playing to them. She wants me to suffer, to suffer in ways a girl can't even imagine.

  I try to slide back down to my stomach, but her arm sweeps under my waist, pulling at my hips and keeping me on my knees.

  “Don't you go anywhere. There's nothing you can do to get away.”

  Her free hand slides behind me, passing through my crack and making me shudder at her touch. Her fingers dip into my lower lips, spreading them open with a V-shape.

  “The audience loves that dirty cooch. We might as well give them what they want, don't you think?”

  “Fuck you,” I sputter through the dirt.

  “No, I'll fuck you.”

  She moves behind me, stoops, and without ceremony, her fake cock splinters me from up high, sliding in through brute force. It's her weight that glides it through, and to my surprise, my cunt is slick with arousal!

  I can't help it. The debasement excites me. It has since the first game, and this one is no different. The dirty thoughts running through my mind—even as I tried to blank them out—were rampant as Darcy tormented me. Her utter contempt for me was only a driving force to the eroticism of it all.

  And now I'm going to pay for it.

  “You dirty, fucking whore,” she says, the cock slipping through my cunt with a rapid thrust. “And here I thought I was going to need to break you in.”

  She holds my hips close to her, preventing me from pulling away. She pulls back and slams her dick into me with all her might, sending a propulsive shock wave that ripples the length of my body.

  “Ha, ha, ha, oh, fuck, that was good!” she shouts, unadulterated joy making her sound sadistic. “I've wanted to do that for so long.”

  Her fingers clutch my ass cheeks, pulling them apart so she can watch me get penetrated by her huge, purple cock.

  In and out she plows, her movements fluid. The dick fills me entirely, s
preading my lips open to push my inner walls desperately apart. The strokes burn through my walls, my arousal doing nothing to save my embarrassment.

  Neither is the constant roar of the crowd, getting off on my blushing body.

  And I'm reciprocating, having to fight the moans escaping my lungs, blowing dirt into the air as I expel my breath vigorously. I clutch at the dirt, taking handfuls as I struggle against the savage pussy pounding.

  “Look at her! Look at her! She's getting off on it,” Darcy says, smacking my ass with a rough sting. “But she so doesn't want to!”

  She drops to her knees, still inside me, and reaches over my body to grab me by the throat. She pulls me up vertical on my knees, her cock sliding all the way in as her tits press against my back.

  She whispers menacingly, “Don't you worry about resisting, I have some contraband to get you going.”

  Pulling out of me just far enough, I feel her hand slide between us. She turns her palm upward, placing it under her cunt. When I try to move, she squeezes my throat, seizing me by my airway.

  Straining into my ear, her body tenses. “I stuffed this little present up my pussy just for you.”

  “What the—“

  She cuts me off by clamping down on my throat. “You're not getting to the next game.”

  She pushes me over, lowering my chest back to the ground.

  Looking between my legs at her behind me, I see a blue, C-shaped vibrator in her hand. She surreptitiously slips one end into my pussy and bends the other end into my clit.

  “Don't do it!” I shout.

  The fucking cheater!

  With the flick of a button, she sends an electrical set of vibrations that carry through my entire lower half. They paralyze my muscles, exciting them to the point of uselessness.

  She shoves her cock back into my pussy, gliding it over the vibrator clamped to my g-spot. Pushing past it with an audible slurp, she grips my hips and hammers away.

  “Come for me, you bitch!”

  She fucks me mercilessly, driving her cock at full length while the vibrator rattles my entire frame. I can't even pull away, the surge of pleasure enough to pin me to the ground, afraid to move in case my body might break.

  But my destiny is to break one way or another.

  Darcy fucks me rough, slamming her cock into me. She leans over my back, reaches around, and presses the vibrator hard against my clit, causing spasms in my lower back.

  Holding me tight, her warmth is only a catalyst that ignites me.

  No, no, I have to fight it! I have to. I can't give in. I can't let her win!

  No matter the struggle, no matter the desire to resist, my body is a machine of its own, and the stimulation knocks me over the edge without my consent.

  I cry out, the pressure exploding outward from the dam busting open. My body racks against her cock, the muscles from thighs to midway up my back spasming wildly, undulating as pressure builds and releases. There's no hiding anymore as I come to Darcy's might, bent over as my body begs to be fucked.

  The crowd erupts, and the speaker blasts, “Wow. It looks like our very first competitor has orgasmed already! This means she's disqualified!”

  Darcy slips her cock out of me, tucking the vibrator in her hand as she hides it from view. She pushes me over, causing me to tumble forward into the dirt. “See ya, loser.”

  My breathing is ragged, my body utterly spent. I lie in the dirt, unable to lift myself, enduring the humiliation of the crowd as they watch my weakness crumble before them.

  I push my face in the dirt, trying to escape the shame as best I can until I'm ready to pick myself up and leave.

  No. I can't believe I fucking lost.

  The previous game's orgasm left me in bliss, but this one has left me destroyed.

  Never could an orgasm again be so poisonous to the soul.

  GAME 5

  It's hard to keep the tears back.

  I'm such a failure. I was the only girl in the entire game to orgasm. If that doesn't make me the most pathetic loser there is, I don't know what will.

  And, of course, Darcy went on to win the game flawlessly, pulling ahead two to one.

  Why the hell am I bothering to keep score? I'm disqualified. None of it matters.

  I look out the window of the hotel, listening to the crowd in the Coliseum nearby. The tears come fast, and I throw my hands over my face, lying back in the bed. How could I be so stupid? Why do I have to be turned on by humiliation? I have such a stupid brain.

  The click of the door sounds, the latch unlocking, and I scurry to sit up, wiping the tears from my face.

  Daddy walks in, and I cast my face down, embarrassed on too many levels to count.

  “Hey, daddy,” I say.

  “Hey, babygirl.” His voice is warm and gentle, an invitation.

  I look up at him. He's carrying a bag of food. “I got your favorite. Chinese.”

  I smile, heading over to the small round table in the corner, barely large enough to sit two people, and slunk down into my seat. I feel cold, cornered as daddy lays out the take-out boxes.

  Unable to stand the awkward silence, I break it. “I'm sorry, daddy. I shouldn't have done something like that. I didn't mean for it to go that way.”

  He smiles gently. “I know.”

  I can feel the tears come back to me, a wave of relief hitting me. “You do?”

  He nods, setting my boxes in front of me. “Yes. You should've talked to me first before making a decision like that, even if it was for both of us. But I know you wouldn't have done something like that unless you thought it would help. I know you're not that type of person.”

  I lunge around the table, throwing my arms around him. “Thank you!”

  He chuckles, wrapping me up. “Hey, it's okay. It just took me a little too long to realize it.”

  “No, it didn't. You had every right to be mad.”

  He shrugs. “It's just unfortunate it didn't do much.”

  I blush. “Did you see what happened?”

  He gives me a side-long glance. “Yes.”

  “Oh,” I throw my hands over my face, “I'm so embarrassed.”

  “It happens. It was a long shot for you to make it in the first place. You can't let that get to your head.”

  “I can't believe I let her—that she made me come.”

  He pinches his lips before taking a large bite of his food.

  “She cheated, daddy,” I say, remorseful about admitting it. Remorseful because it feels like it shouldn't have mattered if she did. I should've been stronger than that.

  “How?”

  “She snuck a vibrator in. She wanted to get revenge on me for screwing up the previous game.”

  He shakes his head, his brow tight. “That fucking horrible—“ He sighs. “But it's not going to do much being angry about it.”

  “I'm sorry I let you down, daddy.”

  He stops his fork in midair, lowering it back down to the plate. He takes my hand in his. “Don't be sorry. You—you did something so difficult, and you did it for me. You suffered to make me happy.” He caresses my cheek. “I'm proud of you. There's nothing to be sorry about.”

  The tears finally take form, rolling down my cheeks. He brushes one aside, and then stands up, taking me over to the bed. He lifts me and gently places me down on the mattress, crawling over me.

  Gazing down into my eyes, his arms supporting him high above me, he says. “I will always love you, no matter what.”

  My thoughts go to what the Matron said. “If we did get your chip removed, and you could actually have a family, would you really have it with me?”

  He looks at me with the most dumbfounded expression. “Yes, yes, of course. Who else would I have it with?”

  “I don't know. A prettier, smarter woman. You'd be sought after. Women would beg to be with you.”

  He laughs. “There's nothing more unattractive than a begging woman.”

  “You're such a liar,” I say, slapping him lightly
on the chest.

  “Well, begging in some ways. Other ways, there's nothing better.”

  I bite my lip, wanting to gobble him up.

  “But seriously, babygirl, it might be luck or fate that we came to be together. When they gave us you to raise, I wanted a family then and there.”

  He swallows. “Unfortunately, you know, Margy passed, but I still had you, and I took care of you because I wanted to. And there are things I love about you I would never give up. No woman in the world could tear me away from you. Not even you.”

  I roll my eyes, “Because I'm trouble.”

  “You are, but it's the type of trouble I like.”

  He lowers himself to me, taking my mouth in his. The taste of him, the scent of his flesh, and the comfort of his aura make me melt. I circle my arms around his neck, enjoying the simple delicacy of having him in my arms.

  Just having him close is enough to eradicate every negative thing that's happened to me in the past few days.

  Good riddance. Good riddance to the Games. Good riddance to the two monsters bent on making my life miserable. I finally get to have sex with someone who isn't trying to abuse me.

  Daddy's hand slides down my chest before making its way back up my shirt. He cups my breast, squeezing it tenderly. His fingers circle my nipple, coaxing the bud to present itself.

  He grips the hem of my shirt and flips it swiftly up, exposing me so he can drop his mouth to me, taking a nipple into massage it. His lips are soft and careful, his tongue running circles before pulling my flesh between his lips, drawing my arousal out of me.

  “You taste so good, babygirl. I've missed you the last few days.”

  “All I've wanted is you, daddy.”

  “Well, you have me, so don't you worry anymore.”

  He nips at my nubs, growling and shaking back and forth like he's tearing into a piece of flesh. His sharp teeth give way to warm saliva, and I groan, the competing sensations conducting electricity through me.

  “I want you so bad, daddy. I only want you. Forever and ever.”

  His fingers sink into my waist, crushing my small frame in his powerful hands. “Babygirl, I could eat you up.”

  I smile, biting my lip. “So do it.”