He stands, removing his hands from my pussy and clit. I’m throbbing and empty. My heart bursts. I might die right now.
He unzips his trousers and holds his length.
I spread my knees as far as they’ll go, the cage bars digging into my kneecaps. He spits on his cock, lubing it up. But my pussy is drenched. He doesn’t need to lubricate his cock.
Which means he’s putting his cock somewhere else.
“No!” Panic floods me. I kick my feet. “Please don’t?—”
He smacks my legs down, then mounts the cage.
“I can use whatever fucking hole I want,” he rasps. “And right now, I want your nasty shit-covered asshole.”
His cock pushes against my bottom hole, and in one strong thrust, he impales me. I’m shredded apart. Coals ravage me, and I become an inferno.
Dr. Ambrose covers me, his pock-marked, burned face next to mine. His body rubs my clit. The biggest burn on his cheek wrinkles as his mouth twists in pleasure.
Pleasure from my ass.
From me.
I gave him pleasure.
“There she is,” he murmurs. “A good trash doll taking my cock up her ass.” He presses his lips against my ear. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you. At least she resisted my advances on her asshole, but you”—he thrusts, his cock coaxing me, practically turning me inside out—“you, my stupid freak, you are so much more of a slut than her. You like being used. You like knowing you could be covered in every fluid imaginable, and I still want to use your worthless fuck holes.”
Logic rails inside of me. “Worthless?” I pant. “If you’re using me, then I’m not worthless!”
He stops his hips, and his tongue flickers over his bottom lip. A smile brightens his face.
“You’re right,” he says. “Damn it. You are absolutely right. Your entire purpose is being my fuck-hole of a daughter. Is that what you want to hear? Is that what makes you worthy?”
He yanks himself from my ass, and my back hole gapes. My mouth drops open.
I didn’t get to cum.
“D-Dr. Ambrose,” I stutter. “Daddy?—”
He lifts the lamp from the floor. The fabric shade glows a dull red, masking most of the light.
“These lightbulbs are of an older variety,” he says, marveling at the fixture. “Our facility has gone through several renovations over the years; I personally prefer these bulbs. They burn hotter than recommended and are often the cause of fires.”
My body clenches, and my mouth runs dry. Numbness fills my pussy.
“What are you going to do with that?” I croak. Do I want to know?
“I want you to experience pain like I do, sweet one,” he says. “I want to mark you in the same way I’m marked.”
I glance at his cock. A thin greenish-brown mucus covers the wound on the tip, and the white scars patch his purple cock.
That’s when it dawns on me.
He’s used the lightbulb to burn his cock.
He’s going to brand me with it.
“No!” I scream. “Daddy, don’t?—”
With one hand gripped around the lamp, he rams his other fingers inside of my pussy and ass, and my mouth drops open in a silent scream. His cock hangs between his legs, the purple veins so full, they might pop.
