When he awoke me, I knew exactly what he needed.
“Little toy,” his voice was a whisper. “I need you to show me what your mouth is for, sweetness.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I grinned sleepily. I loved servicing him. I loved being his fuck toy.
I started slowly, knowing the kind of attention he deserved. His cock stood proud and thick. I adored everything about it, his rich, smooth skin, the way he smelled, the solid feel of him in my hand.
I smiled at him, and began to bathe him with my tongue.
I licked to the base of his shaft, and teased his balls while he groaned and murmured obscenities.
I worshipped the head, tonguing and suckling on him, moaning as I slid him into my throat.
I tasted my way from his smooth, round tip, to the musky salt of his heavy balls, and underneath to the softest skin he had. The entire time, I cooed and sighed with pleasure.
Eventually, of course, his hands found their way to my hair again. He twisted his fingers into my black locks, and began to pump his thickness in and out of my mouth. I could scarcely breathe, but I did not care. Nothing mattered, nothing except the taste and smell of my Master. I was his to fuck, however he wished.
"Oh, my good little girl. Do you like the way your Daddy's cock tastes?"
"Mmm," was all I could say, but words weren't required. I devoured him, taking all of him as far down my throat as I could.
“Are you ready for me to use your sweet cleft again, little toy?”
I reluctantly pulled my mouth off of his hardness to babble happy acquiescence. “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. I belong to you Daddy. You can do whatever you wish.”
Slowly, inexorably, he pulled my mouth up to his face.
"You're a good girl." He leaned upward, kissing me again. His other hand wrapped around my throat. Gently, he squeezed, simply feeling my pulse as his tongue pushed its way in my mouth. I whimpered.
"You are right, of course. You belong to me, and I will play with your whenever I please." He released my throat and lay back. "Now spin that pretty ass around so I can reach your sweetness, and show Daddy how a good girl sucks cock."
“Yes, Sir.” I moved so I was at a ninety degree angle to his body, with my ass arched in the air. I lowered my head and swallowed him again.
He traced his large fingers along my stomach, reaching between my legs. I moaned around his cock as his expert fingers began to caress my wetness. I pulled my mouth back from him.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I was already so wet. “Thank you!” I ground my hips backwards against him.
Chuckling darkly, he moved his fingers away from me.
"No, little toy. I’ll touch you as I please. You should be focused upon serving my cock. "
I sighed. ”Yes, Sir.”
He twisted his fingers back into my hair.
It was amazing. He savagely took my mouth, fucking me with no concern for my breath or my poor jaw. Within seconds, I was drooling around his thickness. It was difficult to breathe, but I didn't care. His fingers were magic. As he took my mouth, he rubbed his hand faster and faster. I couldn't moan or sigh with him in my throat, but I'm certain my hips spoke volumes. I felt the wetness run from me, and down my thighs and over his hand.
I groaned my mounting desire.
He pulled my mouth off of his hardness. “Were you saying something, little toy?”
“Oh fuck, Daddy. Your fingers.…”
He was going to make me come again.
I was dripping, honey heavy, and I felt the edge of the wave, deep in my body. He must have known, as he eased off.
"Not yet, little toy. Daddy needs you to be a good girl first."
"Yes, Sir.” I took his thickness in my hand and eased my mouth off of him. Slowly, I began to bathe his balls with my tongue as I stroked him.
"Yes. That's my baby." He started to move his fingers again, and my hips began to buck and writhe. “Lick my balls, you little bitch. You show Daddy how a little fuck toy likes you worships cock. "
"Yes, Sir." I smiled as I squeezed his shaft and began to lick in earnest, tasting his salty musk. Master Victor sighed and moaned as I moved lower.
"There's a good girl." My tongue crept down as I brought my other hand around his cock. Twisting and pumping with both hands, I began to hungrily tongue my Daddy.
"Oh, fuck, Tasia, that's it. Milk Daddy's cock." His fingers were making me dizzy, and but I focused, enthusiastically tonguing him. He loved it. I could feel his cock beginning to pulse in my hand.
"Oh, Tasia. Oh, my baby girl. That's it. That's how a good girl fucks." He gasped, and lurched upwards. "YES. OH, Tasia, you- YES!!!"
I twisted my hands around his shaft, feeling his heat pour over my hands and his stomach. I kept licking him, feeling his cock pulse as he came.
God, I was so close. I was panting and whimpering. My voice was kitten-soft, but it was all I could manage.
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you for your come." My own breath caught. I was going to come soon. I glanced up. He was a reclining god, looking at me, his seed all over his stomach. Moaning and whimpering I began to lick it off of him as the wave of my desire loomed ever higher, threatening to break over me any moment.
"Thank you, Daddy. Oh God. Your come belongs in-,” I gasped for breath, needing it to finish my sentence, “-inside of me, Daddy." I lapped it off of his body, like a hungry puppy. My hips seemed to thrust of their own accord. I moaned as I licked his seed from his stomach.
"Such a good girl." He chuckled.
His words were like sweet rum. As I tongued the last of his come from his body, the wave crested. I began to wail.
"Daddy! Oh... oh fuck!" I almost screamed. “Master Victor, I need to come. Please please please…”
He pulled his hand away, and slapped me on the ass, three quick times. “Shut up, you little bitch.” His voice was tinged with danger. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”
Then, his fingers rubbed faster. It was dizzying. I could feel my wetness trickling all over his hand
Every muscle in my body was taut. I couldn’t help it. As I started to come, my hips thrust back and forth against his fingers.
“Daddy!”
He chuckled and caressed the side of my face with his other hand. "It's time for you to come, little Tasia.”
I screamed his name.
It felt as if every secret dream I ever had poured from me and ran down my trembling legs. My body lurched, and buckled, and every muscle in my body was trembling.
“Oh, Daddy. Thank you! Thank you for making me your toy, Daddy…”
My words trailed off into nonsense as I collapsed onto his chest. I was panting like an animal on the run from the hunt.
He stroked my back, and told me to rest; to sleep.
I bit my lip as I came, a short, fierce stab of pleasure. I did everything I could to stay quiet. Waking up Simon or Autumn was the last thing I wanted.
When I was done, I relaxed backwards into the chair, hoping that coming would help me fall asleep.
It did not.
3
I just couldn’t stop thinking. My mind was spinning. Was it wrong of me to not want to do what Simon and Autumn asked? Master Victor had left me with them, had told me to do as they said.
It wasn’t as if they were the only people he had made me fuck either. He had thrown a party, only a few weeks ago. At THAT even, he had let six of his guests have their way with me.
"I'm going to leave you here, little one."
I was trembling. "Yes Daddy."
"You know you are safe."
I nodded. I did. This was irrational. “Yes, Daddy. You always take care of me."
He smiled. "Yes, little ‘Tasia." He stood, looking down at me. "I'll see you soon." He bent, and gave me one last kiss on my forehead.
Then he walked away. He walked away, and he did not look back.
He did always take care of me. He did.
That night had been amazingly intense, but even then, he had taken
care of me.
"Yes, Daddy. Please fuck my mouth." I whimpered. The angle that Knife was using bounced him against my cervix, over and over. It hurt a little, but I was absolutely melting around his hard shaft.
Then Dreads took my mouth.
It was hard, getting his long cock down my throat with that piercing in it. I gagged at first, but he obviously didn't care. My eyes began to tear up, and mascara ran down my face as he cradled my head and fucked my pretty mouth.
"You have a mouth like a poem." Master Victor's words always made my heart shine. Dreads didn't care about poetry, however. He pushed that piercing deep into my throat, making me gag again. I was crying, and mewling as Knife fucked me, and all I could think about was that I was just their fuck toy, just a piece of meat they were using to satisfy themselves. Just the thought was enough to drive me toward coming, and I knew then that I would- I would come on Knife's cock while Dreads plundered my poor throat.
That was when a thin stripe of white fire burned its way across my ass.
Dreads was cradling my head, and he was buried in my throat, but still I screamed. Tears burst from my eyes at the unexpected pain. Knife didn't stop his fucking me, however.
"Can't exactly get away, can you, little bitch?" His grip around me tightened and he bit my neck. I couldn't help but moan at that; I love having my neck sucked and bitten on.
Then came the second cut. I heard it this time, a thin, high pitched swoosh. I screamed again, and now started to blubber and cry in earnest. Dreads didn't care, and neither did Knife. If anything, they fucked me harder as one of the men started to cane me.
That's all it could be. Nothing hurt like a caning.
The next several moments are lost to me. I was powerless, held and used in the fiercest possible way. I know that I was struck several more times, in rapid succession. I know that I stopped sucking Dreads, but he didn't care, he just kept using my mouth. Knife dug his nails into my flanks, and began to tremble.
"This is what I wanted, you little whore." His voice was a whisper. "I watched Victor beat you, and stroked my cock while he did it. I got so hot I had to tie my woman to the bed and fuck her until she couldn't walk. I took every hole she had, and thought of you the entire time. She screamed, but I never stopped."
I moaned, incoherent.
He was trembling. "Jesus, ‘Tasia, Fuck." He began to pump faster. "I'm going to come inside your sweet pussy, ‘Tasia."
I was beyond caring, beyond doing. The caning had me riding high on endorphins. It was everything I could do to concentrate on Dread's long cock, sucking him, looking up at his face while he used me. Then, Knife suddenly twisted my poor nipples, harder than he had before and I squealed around my mouthful of Dreads’ cock.
"FUCK!!!" I felt him pulsing as he filled me. "Oh, ‘Tasia, fuck." Almost as if by chance, whoever had been caning me swung again, one intense, severe strike. I screamed and jerked back. Dreads’ cock pulled out of my mouth.
"DADDY!" I was crying. "Please stop beating me Daddy! I'll be good. I'll be a good girl." I was sobbing, practically incoherent. Dreads held my head and caressed my face as I cried. Knife kissed the skin between my breasts and held me, his cock still pulsing inside me.
We lay like that forever. I cried, and they held me, like a precious thing. All I could think of was Master Victor’s words.
“Where does Daddy’s come belong, ‘Tasia?”
“In my body, Daddy. Your come belongs inside me.”
This was the core of my problem. Daddy told me to service Simon and serve Autumn, but they were so… different when he wasn’t around. My Daddy was a good, strong man who took care of me and taught me. He wanted me to be strong.
They did not care what I learned. All that mattered was their own pleasure.
Was it disobeying my Daddy if I went against what Simon and Autumn wanted? What If I judged that they WEREN’T worthy of Master Victor? Was that my place?
Was it ever MY place to take care of HIM?
My fingers absently found the gold ring in my right nipple. I remembered that night.
That was the night I truly became his.
"Such a good girl." Dreads' voice was a contented rumble; He caressed my hair and sighed as I relaxed into him. Switch, however, was picking up speed. Desire was rippling like fire through my body. Waves of red fire washed through me as he fucked me faster and faster.
Oh. Oh, God, yes.
This was what I was born to do. Thoughts began swirling in my head.
I was nothing but property.
My pussy was only here to be used by my Daddy.
My mouth only existed to whimper for him, beg, and drink his come.
I was his whore, bought off of the street.
I was his slave, to be beaten and used.
I was a naive virgin, being passed around like a party favor.
"PLEASE! DADDY! PLEASE LET ME COME! Oh, oh, God. I need you, Daddy. Make me..." My body was bucking back and forth, spasming around Green. I could see little stars exploding in my vision. It was inevitable. It didn't matter what they said now, I was coming.
"Yes, little whore." That was Knifes voice. "Come for us."
"Thank you, Daddy! Yes, Daddy. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck me..." I could feel Feral fucking me faster and heard his breath catch. He leaned forward and bit my neck again, and I cried out.
Then, there was fire in my right nipple. It was pain unlike anything I had ever known.
I screamed, my orgasm tearing through me. It was like a vision from the Old Testament. My body was flailing and shaking as rivers of white hot pleasure tore through me. I was begging, was crying. I wanted nothing more than for these men to keep fucking me, to never stop fucking me. I wanted to be nothing more than a hole; to be filled with cock every day for the rest of my life.
Feral was coming. He bit me again, right above my collar, his hand buried in my hair. He bit so hard I was certain I would bleed.
“FUCK. God damn. Oh, God damn….”
His tree trunk of a cock trembled and spasmed. It sent tremors through me. As his massive cock pulsed his warmth within me, he began cursing and crying. He trembled and shook so fiercely that I started to come again, grinding against Green.
“Daddy! OH, Daddy. Make me yours.…”
I screamed poetry. Water poured from me, all over Green. I thought it was a sacrament, that he should gather it and drink of me every day for the rest of his life.
My body wouldn’t stop trembling.
Finally, I looked down at the gold ring in my nipple. Knife had walked over while I was starting to come, and put it in me. That was the fire in my nipple. It still hurt. There was just the slighted trace of blood running down my pale breast.
Tears blossomed in my eyes. I was his.
HIS.
These people didn’t honor him as I did. Most of the girls were frightened of Autumn, and Daddy himself had told me he had reservations about Simon.
Master Victor was an amazing man. Could it be that he really didn’t realize what Autumn did in his house? Was it possible that he was getting into business with Simon, and really didn’t understand the man?
If it was, wasn’t it my job to make certain he knew?
It was a fact that he had always taken care of me. Always.
“Master Victor!” I opened my eyes. It was just us, with him holding my leash. He smiled down at me, with eyes that always made my heart sing.
I wanted to leap into his arms, wanted to hug myself against him and weep. I wanted to tell him, to really tell him, that I knew I was his girl. It was right that I came to his house. I had always been his, even before I knew him.
I would always belong to him.
Of course, I did not leap to him. He wore a tailored suit, and I would not be get the spend of other men on his clothing.
“Yes, little girl.” His fingers went to my new ring. I hissed my breath as he touched it. It hurt, but I didn’t care. I was his to hurt. “Do you like it?”
“Yes, Daddy. I
love it.”
He turned and started to walk. I could tell that he intended me to stay on the ground, and I did, crawling after him.
“Let’s get you to your room, baby girl. You can shower and sleep.”
That sounded amazing. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” I crawled on the grass of the Aviary, happy to be his. As we left the room, we passed his guests. Many of them stared, as did some of his other girls. My hair was a mess, and my makeup had all run. I had marks from a caning on my ass, and a touch of blood where I had been pierced.
My face and breasts were covered in come.
I didn’t care. I had no place for vanity, no place for pride. I crawled, happy to be where I was, and scornful of these women who would never know what it was to be free.
I was his.
He took me back to my rooms, cradling me. When we stepped into the shower, he washed me, gentle as snow.
"Don't you need to tend to your guests?"
He smiled. "Most of my guests are already being tended to by now. Autumn has everything in hand, I'm certain. I’m handling what matters." He was washing my hair with a soft touch that almost made me cry.
I didn't have anything to say.
I needed him.
I needed to talk with him. Maybe if I did, I would feel better. Maybe I was wrong. He had taught me so much, maybe this was just something else I needed to understand.
I picked up my purse from the corner and pulled out my cell phone. I noticed my fingers were shaking as I dialed.
“Hello, baby girl.”
It was three in the morning. I knew I had to have awakened him. Yet there wasn’t a trace of sleep or irritation in his voice. It was deep, but soft. I could hear the concern in his tone.
“Hello, Daddy.” My voice was a whisper. This was obviously a mistake.
Then, I remembered the look in Autumn’s eye when she had been piercing me. I remembered how happy she was while she hit me, how she loved hurting me.
I remembered the dark look in Simon’s gaze as he drank my body.
They were not teachers. I was not theirs.
I was frightened of them. Not in a simple, submissive way, but literally frightened for my safety. I tried to talk, but no words came out.
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