by Madison Faye
Leaning to the side, he opened a drawer by the bedside. Glancing, she saw him pump a large amount of lotion into his hand. Her legs began to drift down.
“Keep those legs high.”
“Yes, Father,” she squeaked as she watched him fist his shaft, coating it in lotion.
“Have you ever had a cock in your ass, pet?”
Too shocked to verbalize an answer, she shook her head no.
“Good. I want to be your first… and your only. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Devon nodded. Knowing he was about to claim her. Truly claim her, in every possible way.
Shifting his hips forward, he placed the head of his cock at her puckered entrance.
“This is going to hurt, but you want the pain, don’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes! Oh, god!”
After swirling the head around the slight ridges of her entrance, he began to apply steady pressure. She could feel her body clench and resist. Still he pushed. Her body began to give way. The tight ring of muscle stung as he pushed the head inside. The pressure slightly eased as her body closed in over the ridge, taking only the head.
Devon bit her lip to keep from crying out. Fuck, it hurt.
“Hold on, baby. Once I take you, I’m not going to stop, no matter how much you scream.”
Digging her fingernails into the soft underside of her thighs, she shut her eyes and only nodded.
Father thrust in. Hard.
Devon’s mouth opened on a choked scream. It felt like he had just impaled her. The pressure and pain were unbearable.
Pulling back slightly, he thrust again. It was like a punch to her stomach.
“Oh, god! It hurts,” she wailed.
Father wrapped his hands around her lower calves and began to furiously pulse in and out of her ass, his thick cock cleaving her in two. The feel of his hips pushing against her already punished and bruised cheeks only heightening the pain.
“Pull up your shirt. I want to see your tits,” he ordered. His tone was harsh with his labored breathing.
Mindlessly reaching down, she pulled on the hem of her shirt, lifting it high to expose her breasts.
“Good girl.”
Even through the pain, she felt a surge of emotion at his praise.
“Now I want you to pet that pretty pussy of yours.”
Her eyes widened.
“Go on. Swirl your fingers over your clit. I want you to make yourself come while I fuck your ass.”
Tentatively, Devon reached her right hand down between her legs. Using her middle finger she searched for the tiny bundle of nerves. Using her fingertip, she swirled while applying gentle pressure. Her hips arched as she groaned. The motion forced his cock deeper into her ass. The hedonistic satisfaction of touching herself, mixed with piercing pain, was an intoxicating blend. Looking down, she could see the length of his shaft as it forced its way into her body. The sight only made her move her fingers faster.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for Daddy.”
Daddy. Fuck, this was sick and twisted but she loved it. She knew everyone called him Father as a respectful endearment and reflection of his authority, but Daddy? That was all for her.
Her body clenched and tightened with her release. Holding her breath, she became lost in wave after building wave of euphoria. Somewhere in the distance she became aware of his release.
“Fuck, baby girl. I’m going fill your ass. Mark you as mine.”
With a low, guttural groan, he came. The tension and pressure eased as he slowly pulled away from her body.
Devon started to lower her legs.
“Don’t. I want to watch as my cum drips out of your ass.”
Leaving her legs high, she blushed as he leaned back on his haunches to stare at her most vulnerable parts. Reaching out, he cupped her pussy, using a gentle soothing caress. She could feel his cum trickle out of her open ass to slide between the crease in her cheeks.
Crawling between her legs, he placed an arm on either side of her head. Crushing his mouth to hers, his tongue took possession, swirling and tasting her.
Breaking the kiss, he cupped her face, staring intently into her eyes.
“You’re mine now, baby. No turning back.”
Devon smiled.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Chapter Seven
Four weeks later. The Mission
“She’s not ready.”
“Father, she’s ready. And you know we have to strike now. The target will only be in D.C. for one night,” reasoned Eleven.
“I don’t like this,” said Father.
“Father, she’s ready. You chose her because she was perfect for this job. None of us have the computer skills she does, we need her to do this mission,” argued Seven.
They were in the command room. It was a large room with a massive conference table in the center. The perimeter was covered in computer screens and white boards.
The last few weeks had been heaven and hell… the only constant was that she had loved every minute of it. The sense of her living in a video game just increased as she learned about self-defense, guns, and Tasers. Her favorite lesson was when Six taught her how to rappel off a building. It was so much more thrilling than that stupid rock wall at her old gym!
Every day had a new challenge.
And the sex, good god… the sex was amazing.
While in front of the others, she still called him Father out of respect, but when they were alone, it was Daddy. The man had an ingenious way of inventing more and more ways to make her scream. Devon inwardly smiled when she remembered the day she returned to her room to find all her belongings gone. Worried she had been kicked out of the compound, she raced to Daddy’s room, only to see her stuffed bunny, Sniffles, propped up against his bed pillows.
It was his subtle way of informing her she now lived with him.
The other girls were amazing. Growing up as an orphan, Devon had never truly experienced what it was like to have siblings or a family even. She now had nine sisters. Well, eight actually. She and Twelve still did not get along. The girl resented her relationship with Daddy and did everything in her power to make Devon miserable and, quite frankly, she was getting real tired of it.
“I agree with Father,” offered Twelve as she shot Devon a snide look. “Thirteen is sloppy and undisciplined. She’s weak. I doubt she could take out some old beer-bellied guard let alone our target.”
Enough was enough.
Flying out of her seat, Devon crawled across the polished table, scattering papers and notebooks. Drawing back her arm, she punched Twelve square in the jaw. The impact forced Twelve’s chair to fall backwards, crashing to the floor.
No one moved or said a word.
Then Five cleared her throat. “I’d say she was ready.”
The whole room erupted in laughter.
From her position crouched on top of the table, she met Father’s eye. Feeling sassy, she gave him a wink.
* * *
“Okay, let’s go over it one more time. You’ll enter from the back. Employee lockers are on the right.”
“Eight, we’ve been over this a thousand times. I got it,” groused Devon.
“There is a big difference between running drills and doing it live. There are real consequences,” she warned.
Devon gave her a hug. “I’ll be fine. So, Father… isn’t… he isn’t coming?”
Eight shot her a quick look. “We’re running down another target in Bethesda. He went on that job.”
Devon hid her disappointment. Tonight was a huge turning point for her, and she wanted to feel his support but she understood. This was something she had to do on her own.
“You got your harness and stun gun?”
“Yep.”
“Remember, don’t use the revolver unless you absolutely have to. Stun only. This is a no-kill mission.”
Devon nodded. “I’m ready.”
Eight put her hands on Devon’s shoulders. Looking her in
the eye, Eight said, “You are a badass, Thirteen. You got this!”
Devon gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then hopped out of the back of the van.
“I’ll be parked two blocks away. Meet you at the rendezvous point,” whispered Eight before slamming the back door shut.
It was time. Game on.
* * *
Devon walked confidently through the staffs’ entrance of the hotel. Turning right, she entered the employee locker room. Testing several lockers, she found one that was open. Grabbing the blazer inside, she shrugged it on and proceeded down the hall. The front desk was up two levels. It was one a.m., so only a skeleton crew was about. As she came through the back door, there was another employee on duty. She greeted her warmly.
“Hi, I’m Carla,” said Devon, taking the identity of the name tag on the blazer.
“Emily. Thank god you’re here. I’ve had to pee for the last hour. I have no idea where Jerome went. He was supposed to relieve me over an hour ago. Mind manning the front alone for a few minutes while I pee and try calling him?”
“Not at all,” answered Devon. She had been prepared for two desk clerks and the possibility that she would have to work while being observed so this was working out better than she’d hoped.
The moment the woman left, Devon logged into the front desk computer. It didn’t take her long to break the passcode and access the guest registry. Searching for the target’s alias, she found his room number. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she tossed the plastic room key into the slot and made a copy. Next she inputted a quick code virus that would trash the reservation system. That should keep the front desk occupied.
Making her way to the elevators, she once more looked over her shoulder. Devon couldn’t shake the feeling she was being followed. Probably nerves, she thought.
Entering the elevator, she placed the key in the slot to access the secure floors. Once it was moving, she reached into her backpack to pull out her stun gun. The doors opened with a soft ping. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out onto the floor. Checking that the left was all clear, she started right toward the target’s room.
Sitting with a chair propped against the wall was a guard. The man stood as she approached.
“Hi! I hope you don’t mind, but I saw you earlier in the lobby and thought I would sneak away and introduce myself. My name is Carla.” Devon reached out her hand.
The guard gave her an assessing look before saying, “Well, aren’t you a hot piece.”
As he extended his hand to take hers, Devon shoved the stun gun into his groin. The man’s body jerked in surprise. Forcing him off balance, she pushed his brawn against the wall, being careful to keep contact with the stun gun. She had to target a main muscle group for at least five seconds to fully incapacitate him. The man staggered to his knees before falling face forward. Devon stepped out of the way just in time. Looking at her watch, she set the timer for five minutes. That was the minimum amount of time the guard would stay confused and disoriented. If she was lucky, she’d get fifteen minutes.
Using her copied key, she entered the room. Scanning the dark interior, she made her way to the desk. The target was at a political fundraiser. They didn’t want him; they wanted the contents of his computer.
Firing up the laptop, she began running through the different protocols to break through his security. The system was extremely complicated. It took her several tries just to break the passcode. Then each encrypted file had its own separate security. There were also several imbedded files hidden throughout innocuous photos of a child’s birthday party. As she worked, she heard a scuffle outside the hotel door.
Dammit. She must not have stunned the guard long enough.
Devon typed faster. Her fingers flying over the keys as she deleted all the files. This target had stolen some sensitive military plane schematics from a large defense contractor. Reasonably, the defense contractor wanted those plans destroyed before the target could sell them to a competing company. The defense contractor also didn’t want the government to find out about the breach because it could jeopardize their current and future contracts with the army. Hence, the reason why they hired Father.
Her watch beeped. Time was up.
Devon inserted a memory drive and quickly downloaded the rest of the information off the computer. The compound was interested in what else this target was possibly involved in. Perhaps they could pick up another client after this mission if the information was worth something.
There was a loud crash against the hotel door.
Fuck!
Closing the laptop, she raced to the balcony door, sliding it open the moment the hotel door swung wide. Tossing off her blazer, she grabbed the lead line attached to her harness and secured it to the grabbling hook from her backpack, and she spared a quick glance over her shoulder. Two figures were approaching.
She stepped onto the balcony ledge.
A dark figure appeared in the doorway.
She jumped.
Praying she had secured the grabbling hook on the edge of the railing correctly, she closed her eyes as cold air rushed over her. The target’s room was on the twentieth floor so she dropped close to three-hundred-and-fifty feet before coming to a body-jarring stop.
Looking up, she saw a figure lean over the balcony railing. He pulled on her harness line. Quickly, she unhooked it and dropped the last few feet to the ground. Glancing up again, she saw the figure mysteriously pull abruptly back. A second, leaner and taller figure looked over the rail. Devon could not make out their features from this distance.
Just then she heard Eight’s urgent whisper. “Thirteen! Hustle the fuck up!”
Not giving the second figure another thought, she ran to the waiting van.
As they sped away into the darkness, Devon let out a triumphant shout. This mission was like nothing she had ever experienced. What a fucking rush! She couldn’t wait to get home to tell Daddy all about her adventure.
Fuck, yeah! She had just leveled up!
Chapter Eight
It took hours to reach the compound. The entire time, Devon was on a high. All she wanted to do was run into Daddy’s arms and see the light of pride in his eyes.
She was just getting out of the shower when he walked into their room.
She went to run into his arms but he held her back.
“I thought you were still downstairs debriefing with Eight?”
“No, we finished,” said Devon awkwardly, sensing his hesitation.
Something was wrong.
She tried again to wrap her arms around his waist, but he stepped out of her way.
“Baby, I’m going to take a quick shower too. I’ll be right out.”
As he turned, she heard the clink of metal.
“Stop right there!”
Devon circled around his still frame. Giving him an accessing stare, she tore open his jacket. Underneath was a harness identical to her own from earlier that night.
“It was you! You were there the whole time!”
“You didn’t think I was going to send my baby girl into danger and not protect her, did you?” he teased as he stroked her cheek with the back of her knuckles.
Devon felt defeated. “I was so proud of myself for doing this on my own, though!”
“You did, baby! You were magnificent. I couldn’t be prouder.”
She glowed under his praise.
“Since you were such a good girl, I have a surprise for you.”
Taking a step back, he shook off the jacket and harness. Pulling the tight-fitting t-shirt over his head, he exposed his naked chest. Over his heart was a fresh tattoo.
It was the outline of a bunny with the number thirteen over its belly. Underneath, in black script were the words, Devon’s Daddy.
Devon gasped, understanding the importance of his gesture. As he had marked her as his own, she now had her mark on him.
“I love you, Devon,” he declared as he searched her eyes.
“I love
you, Daddy.”
Moving out of his embrace, she scooted back onto the bed. Untying her robe, she opened the flaps while she spread her legs. Running her fingers over her thirteen tattoo, she teased, “It was about time you got a tattoo. I can’t be the only badass with ink in this relationship.”
Daddy let out a playful growl as he crawled over her prone form. “I think someone just earned a turn over Daddy’s knee with his belt.”
Anticipating the pain and pleasure he was about to bring, Devon nervously licked her lips.
The End
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Monsters of Mercy by Alta Hensley
Chapter One
I saw the black sedan waiting on the corner. I knew they would come. There was no way around the inevitable no matter how much I had hoped otherwise. There was no escaping Oz, especially when he felt betrayed and penance was due.
I could run. Self-preservation kicked in as my eyes darted from side to side looking for an escape route. Yes, I could run… and I would be caught. Running from Oz only made things worse. I knew this.
Fuck. I knew this.
Penance was due.
Lifting my chin, straightening my spine, and taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I approached the vehicle. In order to survive, I would need to face the monster head on. Maybe if I showed no fear, I could mask my guilt with bravado. Charm and grace had worked wonders for me in the past, and there was always hope that those same attributes, when utilized correctly, could work again.