by Emily Tilton
“There you go, sweetheart,” he said softly, pulling his penis gently out. He put his hands on her sweet backside and caressed her softly.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Georgia whispered, turning her cheek to the bed so that she could look up at him. She smiled with what looked to David like a very sleepy smile.
“You can take a nap here if you want,” he said, and it looked like she was going to say okay, but instead her eyes closed and she had fallen asleep, just like that.
Smiling, David covered her up, moving her gently off the pillow and letting her curl up on her side. Georgia shifted a little and gave whimpery little protests as he put her in a more comfortable position, but she remained deep enough in slumber that he could in the end drape a light blanket over her and lay her cheek on the pillow.
Master Sergeant David Heath stayed there, standing guard over his little girl, for a long time before he sat down in his desk chair to deal with the paperwork all of it had generated.
Chapter Fifteen
When Georgia awoke, David—her daddy!—was sitting on the side of his bed, stroking her cheek. Looking up at his smiling face as she stretched her legs a little and felt the soreness of her bottom-hole, she suddenly felt very shy. She bit her lip as the warmth spread over her cheeks.
At BGF Georgia had come to think of anal sex as a normal part of her life as a bad girl. Her daddies there had certainly gotten her used to it, and made it clear she would have to expect that the soldiers of her platoon would use her bottom when they decided they wanted to sample the dark pleasure to be found there.
Some of the enlisted men had indeed fucked her bottom during their intimacy session with their unit’s SRD. Georgia hadn’t really enjoyed anal at BGF or with her platoon, but she understood it as an important part of her special kind of rehabilitation. She had certainly gotten to the point where it didn’t feel quite as uncomfortable to have a man’s hard penis up her bottom as it had at first.
Master Sergeant David Heath had not availed himself of Georgia’s anus, though, before the debriefing—and the reclaiming—through which he had put her, before she had fallen asleep here in his bed. As Georgia moved her thighs under the covers, and felt the lingering effects of David’s thorough mastery, she finally understood what her BGF daddies had tried to tell her about anal sex.
Her daddy had made her very sore back there. His big, hard cock had fucked her poor little bottom for his pleasure and not for hers. Since the first time she had taken her BGF daddies’ penises there, her anus had not felt such discomfort. While David had used her backside, it had hurt even more than the punishment plug. Now, waking up and feeling the aftereffects, that soreness lingered and made her wince.
And yet, as she had used the permission he had bestowed to play with herself, she had come over and over—not the same way she did with her daddy’s cock in her pussy, but in another, equally special way. And now, the sore feeling and even the shameful wet feeling of how his seed had trickled out of her bottom-hole and into the little valley of the crease between her hind-cheeks made her pussy ache for more.
So when Georgia whispered, “Hi, Daddy,” she felt a great deal of shyness, both about everything that had happened since yesterday and about what she knew had to happen now—the place where her daddy had to take his bad little girl for fucking.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, the depth of his voice seeming to shake the bed a little—or maybe it only felt that way to Georgia.
“Are you... are you going to take me to the mess hall?” she asked, feeling her forehead move with the complicated emotions that mingled in her mind and her heart: anxiety, need, and shame, roiling all together inside her.
“That’s right, SRD. It’s time. Sergeant Samara tells me Rian is ready, we agree, and so do the lieutenants, that it’s time for you girls to get gangbanged. The men don’t know about it. We’re not going to tell them until they get to the mess hall and see you girls tied up for them in the nude.”
Georgia closed her eyes and felt her brow crease at the humiliating thought. At the same time, though, she clenched down below, and felt the warmth there increase.
David continued, “You’ll take a shower first, and then I’ll walk you over.”
She bit her lower lip and took a deep breath through her nose. The exhaustion she had still felt when she had arrived in her daddy’s quarters for her debriefing seemed to have gone. Her bottom gave a little clench, as if to remind her about its soreness, and Georgia put her hand down there, very self-consciously, to touch the place her daddy had fucked so hard.
“I know you’re probably sore, sweetheart,” David said, “but it’s time to go.”
The heat in Georgia’s face grew, and she opened her eyes. “I am sore, Daddy,” she said softly. She bit her lip, then spoke again. “But... but I know... I mean, I should be sore? Even when... even when you give my bottom to the other soldiers.”
* * *
The sergeants tied the girls atop mess hall benches they had pulled out from the tables and set a yard apart. Their chins hung over the ends of the benches, and their legs straddled the foot-wide hard plastic tops. With their knees bent, the balls of the SRDs’ feet rested on the concrete floor of the mess hall.
As David secured Georgia’s wrists to the metal legs of the bench, over which he had piled two blankets for padding, she could turn her head to see Sergeant Samara doing the same to Rian. Her fellow captive seemed just as apprehensive as Georgia herself, though both of them had experienced everything BGF could bestow on a naughty girl who needed a firm hand.
“Just like BGF,” she said to Rian. “Right?”
Rian gave Georgia a tight smile. “Except there it was three of them,” Rian said. “But I do have a very sore bottom.” The redheaded girl’s mouth twisted to the side. “Jacob spanked me hard.”
“Why?” Georgia whispered, her eyes going wide.
Rian’s lips pursed, and then twisted again before she answered, “I asked him to.”
Georgia couldn’t help giggling. “Hey, it would have been a lot more... you know, cocks... with the guerrillas, right?” she asked. That made Rian’s smile get bigger.
“Yeah,” she replied.
David spoke sharply. “Quiet, SRD Jones. You too, SRD Brady.”
Georgia watched Sergeant Samara test the black webbing straps he had used to bind Rian. She wondered what the other girl’s debriefing had been like. The way Sergeant Samara rubbed his platoon’s SRD’s back made her think that maybe Rian had found a real daddy in her sergeant, too.
“Good to go, Master Sergeant?” Second Platoon’s ranking NCO asked.
“Good to go, Sergeant,” Georgia’s daddy confirmed. Then he spoke to Georgia and Rian.
“Alright, SRDs. In a moment, we’re going to call First and Second Platoons in here. You girls have been through a lot, and I want you to understand that even though your units are going to fuck you very hard, and use you in every way a man can use a woman with his cock, we’re doing this for your own good.”
Georgia couldn’t keep looking at Rian, then. She closed her eyes and turned her face so that her face hung over the end of the bench. David stood only a foot away, next to Sergeant Samara, between the naked girls bound to their benches. As he finished speaking, her daddy smoothed her hair to her left shoulder so that he could see her face, Georgia supposed.
Every way a man can use a woman with his cock. Fuck you very hard. A shudder went through her whole body. Her bottom felt sore—she had some lingering ache from her two whippings the previous day, even, as well as the discomfort from her daddy’s big penis inside her. She looked over at Rian, thinking that her fellow SRD’s backside did look rather pink from her own spanking.
Georgia heard in her head the most important rule of BGF—the one to which Rian had alluded a moment before: Bad girls only get fucked with a very sore bottom. That had changed, here at FOB Lightning Justice—except with one man. Master Sergeant David Heath, her new daddy. He had always fucked Georgia aft
er spanking her—until today, when the soreness left over from her whippings had served the purpose.
That couldn’t be why she loved him, of course. But... maybe it played a role? A small one? She bit her lip and felt her brow furrow.
Then to her surprise she heard David’s voice in a much lower tone. He had bent his long, powerful legs in their camo fatigue pants so that he could speak in her ear.
“You ready, sweetheart?”
Looking past him, she could see that Sergeant Samara had also stooped down to speak softly to Rian. Georgia and Rian hadn’t really been friends before, but Georgia hoped they would be now—and she hoped her new friend might have in her own sergeant a daddy like Georgia’s.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” David replied, and somehow they managed to make their lips come together for a second or two. Georgia’s whole body seemed to fill with light.
Then both men stood up, and Georgia craned her neck to see them nod to one another, before David bawled, in his best master sergeant voice, “First Platoon, report!”
Sergeant Samara shouted, “Second Platoon, report!”
Then Georgia heard the creak of the mess hall doors swinging open, and she heard boots on the concrete. She heard laughter—startled mirth, not at all mocking or scornful.
“Quiet in the ranks,” Sergeant Samara said. He didn’t have to yell it, because most of the soldiers respected their sergeants’ ramrod poses and knew that unless they reported into their ranks in silence, they would be deprived of whatever clearly interesting diversion the sergeants had planned.
“At ease,” David said, and the boots shifted a little behind Georgia.
Then her sergeant daddy began to speak, and Georgia felt herself blush, imagining the forty soldiers’ faces as they heard how very interesting this diversion would be.
“Men, you’re here to gangbang these girls.”
A whoop went up from a soldier, and another echoed it.
“That’s right,” said Sergeant Samara. “So go ahead and get your clothes off. Let’s see some hard US Army cocks, ready to fuck.”
Georgia chewed on the inside of her cheek, very glad at least that she didn’t have to watch the little briefing, though also feeling warm between her legs at the sound of the men’s fatigues coming off. She didn’t know exactly why it seemed so right, and so hot, to her that the sergeants clearly intended to remain in their clothes while the enlisted men got naked with the naked SRDs—but it made her clench down there to think of her sergeant daddy still in uniform, supervising her gangbanging.
“We rescued these girls,” David said, his voice growing stern, “and then we heard from them that they needed to rejoin their units in a special way. We all know our SRDs are bad girls, or they wouldn’t be here. Well, to welcome them back to their platoons, we need to make them be good girls for us tonight.”
David brought his voice to a crescendo of the kind that a sergeant knows will make his men cheer, and these men did. Georgia felt a little whine coming from her chest, though she couldn’t hear it over the men.
The naked men.
“The master sergeant and I,” said Sergeant Samara, “have debriefed these SRDs in private. From now on, he and I are each going to be in charge of our platoon’s fuck girl in a new way.”
Georgia’s eyes widened. What had happened in David’s quarters had been part of a plan, she understood now—a plan the sergeants had made. That brought a smile to her lips despite the butterflies in her tummy.
“You probably heard in basic,” David continued, “that your sergeant is your daddy. Did you hear that, men?”
Again Georgia heard the sergeant crescendo, and she knew exactly what would follow.
“Yes, Master Sergeant!” the men chorused.
“Well,” said Georgia’s own sergeant daddy, “I want you to know that I’m SRD Georgia Jones’ daddy now. I make the decisions, where her pretty young body is concerned. I decide what happens to her sweet little mouth, and her tight little pussy—and most important to her sassy little butt, inside and out. Is that clear, First Platoon?”
“Yes, Master Sergeant!”
Georgia felt almost as hot between her legs now as her cheeks had gotten while she listened to her daddy’s degrading, sexy words. She closed her eyes tightly and tried somehow to picture the forty naked men, their rigid penises in their hands, and not to picture them at the same time.
Sergeant Samara spoke next. “The same goes for Second Platoon and SRD Rian Brady. Is that clear, Second Platoon?”
“Yes, Sergeant!”
Georgia looked over at Rian and found her new friend looking back, with her lip caught between her teeth and her cheeks just as pink as Georgia’s felt. Georgia didn’t know how she managed it, but she winked at Rian, and she saw the other girl fight back a giggle.
“Alright, men,” David thundered. “I want one line for each platoon. Garmin and Thompson, you’re first for SRD Jones. Start with the SRD’s mouth and give her a good taste of your dick, then ride her pussy nice and hard. From now on, the asses are Daddy’s private property.”
“Oh, God,” Georgia heard herself whisper as her pussy clenched between her spread thighs. From a few feet away, she heard Rian emit a little whimper.
David finished at last, then, and gave the order, “Fall out to gangbang SRDs!”
The soldiers’ bare feet sounded different from their boots, Georgia realized distantly as she listened to the forming of the lines. One pair of feet came up behind her, and went by her. She kept her eyes closed as she felt the air move and the musky scent of a man’s arousal came to her nose.
“Hi, Georgia,” she heard Private Garmin say. Georgia opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, thinking of how to be a good girl for her daddy in this terribly shameful moment. Her daddy wanted her to serve the platoon, so she would.
Then she heard his voice, his stern sergeant daddy voice. “Open your eyes, SRD Jones. Show respect to the men who fight for you.”
Her cheeks got very hot. She wanted to tell David that she did respect them—all of them—so much. Him most of all, but every man in her platoon and every man and woman in the Army.
All she could do, though, was obey, and so she did. She opened her eyes to see Private Garmin’s big, hard penis right in front of her, ready for her open mouth. Over to the right she heard Rian already sucking a private’s cock, and she wished suddenly that she could do the same, could show her respect the best way possible.
“Please, Private,” she said, turning her eyes up to his young, handsome face. He made her think of Jose and Roberto, now, and she hoped the guerrillas would find their way to some better fate than had awaited them before their capture. “Please, may I suck your cock?”
Private Garmin held her face between his hands and thrust inside her mouth. Georgia cried out around the stiff shaft, because her daddy had put his hand between her legs at the same time, and her hips bucked as he encouraged her. She sucked as well as she knew how, and she must have done well, because Garmin pulled out after fucking her face for only a few seconds, as if she had brought him very close to coming.
Then in place of her daddy’s hand she had Garmin’s hardness, and she moaned as Thompson’s tree-trunk thighs came into view.
“Please, Private,” she begged, because her daddy had seemed to like that, though the hard fucking Garmin was giving her made her words come out in a gasp. “May I suck your cock?”
After that she had a penis in her mouth and a penis in her pussy for a long time. She felt her body racked by climax after climax, and the soreness in her bottom-cheeks grew as they fucked her. It felt like a punishment, a reward, and an ancient ritual of rebirth. Their strong bodies, naked like hers, covered her, controlled her, rode her to their pleasure as one after the other they used her mouth and her pussy for their enjoyment. They came inside her, and that felt somehow like they were claiming her and she was claiming part of them.
Her m
ind seemed to float away, though her mouth had learned how to beg for each cock, and she kept that up, sure that her daddy approved. He must have approved very much for when all twenty men in each platoon had used their SRD, the sergeants untied the girls.
Georgia felt like she was in a trance, her body completely obedient to her daddy’s will. She thought for a moment—with a pang of disappointment—that the gangbang had ended. As she felt her daddy’s hands moving her, positioning her, though, she understood that something else lay in store.
The sergeants had undressed now, and they lay on their backs on the benches. They called on their men to place the SRDs atop them. Garmin and Thompson put Georgia on top of David, on her back. She lost sight of Rian, then, behind the naked soldiers and her mind could hardly have coped with what she saw, if it happened to resemble what now befell her.
Her daddy took her knees in his hands and spread her open. He made her hold her right knee herself for a moment, as she saw all the men of the platoon looking at that shameful view of her well-fucked pussy. With his right hand, David positioned the head of his cock, and Georgia cried out as she understood, for her daddy’s penis pressed against the tiny ring of her anus.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, her hips jerking over his flat, hard belly.
Then the men cheered, because Georgia’s bottom took the big, hard penis inside it while they got to watch.
“Good girl,” her daddy grunted, taking her right knee back into his own grasp.
She heard Rian cry out, and then she heard herself cry out. The benches groaned as the girls had their bottoms fucked.
“Play with yourself, sweetheart,” her daddy said, and Georgia did, desperately.
“Look at that,” Private Thompson. “Such a naughty girl.”
That made Georgia come, as her daddy moved her bottom on his big cock, heaving his own strong hips up to thrust inside her smallest place.
“Garmin,” he grunted. “You’re in the mouth. Thompson, you’re in the pussy. Let’s reclaim this bad girl for good.”