He smiled. "I understood that your body wasn't yours, little one."
I shifted and pouted. Those weights HURT. He didn't even have to do anything, they just hung, aching.
"It's not, Daddy." My voice was soft.
He smiled. "That's right, pet. It's not. You have no say. You can only beg."
I hissed my breath, trying to swallow the pain. "Daddy, please." I was going to cry. My eyes teared up.
“No.” He smiled. "I want you to hurt, baby. I want you to sit here and hurt while you service me."
I sobbed. "Yes, Daddy."
He pushed himself into my mouth.
He was not gentle.
Simon's cock was thick, and it curved upward at the end. He was uncircumcised, which I found incredibly sexy. If I had my hands, I would love to peel back his foreskin and give his sensitive head my full attention. There is nothing on earth that has the musky, earthy taste of an uncircumcised cock, and Simon knew how to use his. He fed me only the tip at first, looking down into my big blue eyes and holding his large hand under my chin.
"Do you want me to fuck your mouth, Mija?"
I nodded, whimpering around his tip. I hoped that if he used me, if I could just focus on his cock, perhaps the slow, burning ache in my most sensitive parts would be easier to forget.
Behind me, Geoff chuckled. Simon grinned. "Good girl." He held my head, and pushed himself into my mouth again.
I had been right; his cock was delicious. It was an animal musk that filled my mouth. As I knelt there, with triple fire in my skin, I couldn't help but feel arousal start to slip its way through me. Simon was going to use me, however he pleased. I had no say. I was literally a tool in Master Victor's hand, here to tempt this man so Master Victor could have his club.
I was property, an asset. I was a pawn on my Daddy's board.
I didn't care. As Simon rocked himself back and forth between my painted lips, I moaned softly. I kept my shining eyes looking up at him, like a good, obedient girl.
Time drifted. I sucked on him like a starved woman; like his cock was the last thing I would ever get in my mouth. Silently, I begged for his come. I wanted his salt to shoot in my mouth, wanted his white heat to spray all across my face.
I wasn't even a person. I was simply something for him to fuck. He pounded himself into my throat, and my mascara ran down my face. I sobbed and sucked and gasped. I lost track of time, of breath, of pain. All that mattered was him. Him in my mouth. Him fucking my face, sighing, moaning, and telling me what a good little whore I was.
He pulled back. "You like having my cock in your mouth, slut?"
I nodded. "Yes, Daddy." My voice was husky, soft.
Geoff came up behind me. He reached underneath my ass, and pulled just slightly on the weight between my legs. I whimpered in pain, and Simon took my mouth again. I worked to focus on sucking him, even as Geoff pulled on my soreness.
Then, he took them off of me.
I gasped around Simon's cock as the blood rushed back into me. I pulled my mouth away, just for a moment.
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you. Thank you-” Simon did not need my thanks. He grabbed the back of my head and forced himself down my throat again.
Tenderly, like a patient artist, Geoff began to rub my aching nub.
Oh. Oh, God.
His fingers were like fireworks at dawn. They thrummed against me, circling me like some great bird of prey. I was helpless, with my arms behind my back and Simon's large hands holding my head. Between the pleasure of Geoff's fingers, the pain of the nipple clamps, and the lack of air, I thought I would pass out.
Simon chuckled. "There's a good girl." He pulled from my mouth, looking down on my freshly fucked face. My make-up must have been a mess, and my hair fell in dark rivulets, framing my fair skin.
"Do you think you can suck on my cock while Geoff uses your sweet tail?"
I nodded frantically. "Please, Daddy. Please let him fuck me while I service you. I need a cock inside me. Oh...fuck..."
Geoff's fingers twirled even faster. I thought I would faint. White hot strands of pleasure burned their way from my salty slick pearl to my poor, aching nipples. Already, I was trembling at his touch. Simon began rubbing his thick cock back and forth across my face. I nuzzled it and sighed.
Then, Simon crouched down. He put a hand on each of the clamps and stared me straight in the eyes. It was a hard gaze, a cold gaze. It was the look of a man who knew that what he was looking at was property, was a toy to pleasure himself with.
I wasn’t a person.
He pulled gently on the clamps. I sobbed.
"P...Please, Dad...Daddy. No."
He pulled harder, and I began to cry. He did not stop. My hips were bucking gently against Geoff's fingers, but Simon did not care about my pleasure. He watched my eyes, fascinated, as he hurt me. He made me cry and simply watched, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.
Then, the clamps were off.
I gasped as the blood returned to my poor nipple. "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you." I licked his face, not realizing until I was halfway through that I was performing my supplication to Autumn, on instinct. Simon chuckled.
"I'm going to lay back. You lean forward so I can fuck your pretty face, and get that tight ass in the air. Geoff and Kyle are going to take turns with your body. You don't pay them any mind, however." His hand was under my chin again. "You are here to service me, to make me happy. I don't care what they are doing to your sweet pussy; your job is to service my cock. Sabes?”
I nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy." Geoff was still driving me mad. I was panting like a bitch in heat. "Please let me service you. Let me show you how a good whore takes care of her Daddy."
Simon chuckled again. "Don't worry, little whore. I'm going to."
4
The flickering candlelight in Simon's room washed across my naked body. My arms were still tied, making moving difficult. Still, this was exactly what the men wanted. I was helpless, wet, and begging to be fucked. My fair skin practically glowed in the soft light, and the curve of my ass was up in the air, leaving my glistening wetness open and exposed. My breasts pushed into the carpet, and Simon lay on the floor in front of me. His rigid cock was inches from my mouth. Just the smell of him was keeping me wet.
"Are you ready to suck me, pretty girl?"
I nodded, breathlessly. "Yes, Daddy. Please."
He ran his fingers through my hair, and guided my head towards his hard shaft. I wrapped my mouth around him, and he buried himself between my wet lips. I did what I could to rock back and forth, but it was difficult, tied as I was.
He sighed in satisfaction. "Yes. That's my good little bitch. Oh, fuck." He thrust himself back and forth in my mouth. I sucked on him as best I could, given my limited mobility.
Then, I felt a powerful set of hands curve around my hips. I moaned around Simon's cock, and arched myself backwards as far as I could. My desire was a dripping, aching thing. I needed to be fucked.
Then, I felt someone applying lube to my asshole. I whimpered around Simon's cock.
Geoff chuckled. "Now, now. Be a good girl." He slapped my ass with his open hand, HARD. I whimpered again, and then I felt the warmth of his cock as he nuzzled it between my ass cheeks. The fingers of his left hand wrapped around my narrow waist, as he slipped his right between my legs. His fingers started to dance, and I moaned.
Then, he was fucking my ass.
He buried himself with one swift thrust, and I shrieked from the suddenness. Simon chuckled, seeming to enjoy my whimpers.
No matter how many times it happens to me, I don't think I'll ever get used to being completely helpless. Simon held my pretty face in his hands, and bobbed my head back and forth on his cock, murmuring obscenities the entire time. Geoff knelt behind me, powerfully fucking my ass. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto him. He felt huge, stretching me tight as he fucked me. Still, his fingers danced, and I spasmed and trembled.
I loved it.
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sp; Simon thrust himself as deeply as he could, taking my throat. I didn't gag in the least. He tasted amazing.
"That's a good girl. Fuck. Victor is the luckiest man I know."
I moaned and sighed around his shaft as Geoff plunged himself deeper and deeper inside me. It was as if my insides melted at his touch, and he played my clit like a musician.
"Fuck. Oh, you sweet bitch. FUCK." Geoff picked up the pace, squeezing my hips as he pulled me back against him. "Such a sweet little whore."
I whimpered, doing everything I could to keep my head forward. Simon was looking down at me, and I kept my eyes on his, letting him see the tears run my mascara down my face.
"Good little whore. You like letting men use your mouth?" He pulled himself out.
"Yes, Daddy. I love it." My words were a stilted, staccato pattering from Geoff's thrusting. "I love having you fuck my face. Please. Please come in my mouth. Let me drink your come. Teach your baby girl. Show me how to be your good little bitch."
Geoff's breath caught. He grunted, and began to thrust faster. His fingers were gentle, like leaves in the autumn wind.
"Oh, Geoff." My voice was a plaintive whine. "You're going to make me come. I'm going to come while you fuck my pretty ass."
"Oh. Oh fuck. You wonderful little bitch." His voice was strained. "I'm going to come in your ass, little bitch."
His words made me spasm. I pushed myself against his hand, as best as I could in my situation. "Yes, Daddy. Please. Please come in my ass. Please. I need your cock to take me..."
"FUCK." I felt his cock jerk at my words. "God damn, honey.” He trembled against me, and his fingers slowed. I moaned softly, and Simon's cock filled my mouth again.
"Piotyr was right." Simon was looking down on me, meeting my eyes. "He said you were an amazing little fuck." His smile grew wider. "I think it's time I found out for myself. Let's get you up. I think I'd like to try that pretty pussy." He pulled out of my mouth.
"Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy."
Kyle helped me get up. My muscles were stiff, but they didn't untie me. Simon held his cock straight while Kyle helped me sit on him.
"Fuck, ‘Tasia." Simon's eyes drifted closed. "Your pussy is like a furnace."
"Yes, Daddy. It needs you. My pussy needs you." I sighed as he began to gently fuck me. Wetness gushed and trailed out of my body. I coated him with my salt and scent.
Kyle stood to my side. He was younger, and lean. He was still fully clothed.
"’Tasia, I think I'd like to come in your mouth." His voice was soft, but certain. I looked up into his grey eyes. He pushed his dark hair from his face.
"Yes, Sir. I would love to swallow your come."
"Would you?" He moved closer, presenting me with his fully clothed crotch. "Take down my zipper, little one. Do it with your teeth."
With my arms tied so tightly behind my back, I had little other choice. I leaned as far forward as I could, gasping as I did from Simon's powerful thrusting. With my back arched as it was, I had a rough time, but I eventually found his zipper with my mouth. It was difficult.
"Good girl. Unzip me, and I'll fuck that beautiful mouth."
"My girl has a mouth like a poem." Just thinking of Master Victor's words made me shudder. I struggled, but pulled his zipper down. He shifted, and his hardness poked from his pants.
"Such a good girl." Simon let one of his hands move from my hips to my left nipple. He pinched it, fiercely, and I gasped. A line of pure pleasure tore its way from my nipple to my deepest core. Simon thrust himself happily into my wetness, using me for his own pleasure.
Then, Kyle was fucking my mouth.
Simon had been practically gentle in comparison. Kyle was almost two inches longer than his friend and he knew it would be difficult to take. Still, he held me under my chin and guided that monster into my mouth. I slurped and sucked greedily, and tried not to gag when he took my throat. Tears stung my eyes, and I completely lost the ability to breathe.
"You'll get air when I say you do, little girl." He pulled out for a moment, and I drew a deep breath. Then, he was back in my mouth, fucking me like a tempest. I whimpered like a good little slut, while Simon fucked me.
We went on that way for several long minutes. Time drifted and I forgot myself. My entire world consisted of being filled, of servicing these two men. This is what I was for. I didn't try to suppress my moans or whimpers, no matter how whoreish they made me seem. I didn't try to control my drooling as Kyle fucked my mouth, because it was impossible. These men were in complete control of my body. I sat on Simon's cock, my arms tied behind me, as Kyle absolutely ruined my throat.
Finally, I could tell Kyle was reaching his peak. His breath came as ragged pants, and his words were soft, like prayers. He told me I was his whore, that he would fuck my mouth three times a day if it were possible. He called me his bitch, his slut, and his little girl. He told me how pretty I was with my makeup running. He said my tears made him hard.
When he came, his voice was like a song. "OH. OH FUCK. FUCK me!"
I was drinking his come.
He trembled and jerked in my mouth, but I kept my eyes on him, like a good girl. His hips jerked back and forth as he came in my mouth, making me swallow his salty seed. I loved it. The little bit that trickled from the side of my mouth I made certain to lick clean, looking up at him the entire time.
In this moment, I was in control. I was the Goddess.
He caressed my face, panting.
"Sweet girl." His lips were like fire when he kissed my forehead. I gasped as he did it, because Simon reached down and pinched my sweet bud. He pinched me as he started fucking me faster. The pleasure/pain was like the sun between my thighs.
"Are you going to come and work in Victor's new club, little ‘Tasia?"
I was mindless. I looked down at him as his cock pushed into me. He pinched harder, smiling as I gasped.
"I... I don't know, Daddy. I..." He was going to make me come if he kept that up. He began alternating between pinching me and flicking my nub with his fingers.
"You can tell Victor that I want you there. I want to be able to bring my boys there and fuck you as I please. I'll give him his club..." He sighed and trembled as he pushed himself inside me. "But I want you there. That's the deal."
His words made me tremble. There was something about Simon that frightened me. He had a coldness about him, a hardness that Master Victor did not have. Still, it wasn't my say. Even as he spoke, I spasmed again, gripping his thick cock with my velvet wetness.
"Yes, Daddy. If Master Victor agrees, I will be there." I didn't really know what I was saying, and I didn't care. His cock was like a steel rod inside me. He pinched me harder, and I mewled.
“Please Daddy? May I come?" I looked down at Simon. He was smiling at me.
"Yes, little whore. Come for me. Come on my cock and show me that I own your sweet pussy."
"Yes, Daddy." I began bucking wildly on him, grinding myself against him. He held my hips, smiling as I moaned, as I begged for him.
"Oh, Daddy. I love your cock. I love the way you fuck me."
His fingers began to work me faster, and I gasped. The spasms were tremors before an earthquake. I felt myself gush on him again, and he smiled as my warm wetness coated him.
Then, he pinched my nub, hard. He pinched me, and began to rapidly piston himself into my deepest recess. My moans turned into wails, and I cried out was I felt the first whispers of orgasm overtake me.
It was like an explosion in my body. I was trembling, moaning, and, for some reason, shaking my head. It was as if I was saying ‘No,’ but I don't know what to. My orgasm was a tidal wave; was a summer storm on the horizon. I babbled and cried, and Simon pinched me harder.
I screamed. I don't think I've ever screamed so loudly.
And then, I came.
I squirted, my honeyed nectar running down his body. I couldn't believe how much there was. It was like my body was a fountain. I came three times, then a fourth, all in an
odd, machine-gun like procession. My screams were in staccato bursts; I don’t even know what I said. I felt Simon tighten and heard his breath catch. Then, he released me, and grabbed my hips, powerfully shoving himself into me.
My orgasm had been so intense that I had a hard time sitting upright, but I did. I was like a wrung out rag, smiling and giggling in reaction.
He fucked me, groaning and sighing contentedly as he jerked once, then twice, and he filled me with his seed.
I loved it. I was dazed and only half-way focused, but I loved it. I loved the way he twitched. I loved the way he tensed his face, and how he cursed while he came in my body. Master Victor’s words whispered in my ear.
“This is what you're for. Your body is for my come. Every man I let fuck you is nothing more than my tool, than an extension of me."
I lay against Simon, exhausted. Kyle untied my arms. It hurt when they came loose, as the blood rushed back into them. It was intense, but I didn't care. I lay against Simon, still trembling from the fierce fucking they had given me.
Long moments drifted by, lazy, like a rainy afternoon.
When Simon spoke, his voice was a rumble in my ear. I lay against his chest, and he was stroking my head.
"I think Victor will get his club."
I smiled.
Drinking Lydia’s Secrets
I have always been a touch naïve.
Master Victor finds it endearing. He says that my naiveté strengthens my submission, that he likes to think of me as pure hearted, not naïve.
But in those early days of 2012, I hadn't really thought about what was happening. I had scarcely been Master Victor's girl for a month, but he was already moving me through his ranks. Because Kira had told Master Victor that she wanted me to top her, he had accepted me among the few girls he had as Doms. I was still in training, and it would be a long time before that was finished, but still….
It had all come so fast.
I had no way of knowing that it had taken other girls months or years for Master Victor to take special note of them, but I could guess. As a result, even though they were kind to my face, other members of Daddy's Bitch Pack were apparently talking behind my back. As I began to take over my new duties, little did I know that wheels were moving all around me.
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