“This little hole is going to be very important to your reformation, Little Seventy-One,” Daddy Ed said, his voice taking on the patronizing, instructional tone that made everything so much more mortifying. His finger circled the tiny opening with maddening patience. “Bad girls in the program receive anal training as part of their rehabilitation. Your body needs to understand that every part of you belongs to your daddies now.”
I whimpered around Daddy Bill’s cock, trying to shake my head, but his grip in my hair tightened, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
“Deeper now,” Daddy Bill said, and pushed further into my mouth. The head of his cock pressed against the back of mythroat and I gagged, tears streaming down my face. He withdrew slightly, then pushed in again, training me with patient, relentless pressure. “Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. Good girl.”
Behind me, Daddy Ed’s finger pressed more insistently against my anus. I felt something slick and cool—lubricant, I realized with fresh horror—and then the tip of his finger breached the little bud of my anus. The sensation was overwhelming, terribly wrong in how distressingly good it felt, a violation that made me want to scream except I couldn’t because my mouth was full of Daddy Bill’s cock.
“Such a tight little hole,” Daddy Ed murmured, working his finger deeper with agonizing slowness. “We’re going to train it properly. By the time we’re done with you, you’ll beg your daddies to fuck your ass.”
The words sent a fresh wave of shame and arousal through me. My pussy clenched desperately around nothing, aching to be filled while Daddy Ed violated me from behind and Daddy Bill fucked my face.
Daddy Bill’s rigid tool pushed deeper, and this time when I gagged he held me there for a moment, his cock pressing into my throat until I couldn’t breathe. Then he withdrew, letting me gasp around him before pushing in again.
“That’s it,” he said. “You’re learning. Your mouth is just another hole for Daddy to use.”
Daddy Ed’s finger moved inside me with practiced skill, stretching me, preparing me for something I couldn’t let myself think about. Then I felt him withdraw, and I heard him movingto the cabinet against the wall. The sound of a drawer opening made my stomach clench with dread.
“This is a small plug,” Daddy Ed said, returning to his position behind me. “Just to get you started. We’ll work up to larger sizes as your training progresses.”
I felt something hard and unyielding press against my lubricated opening—bigger than his finger, undeniably solid. I tried to clench against it, but Daddy Ed just kept up the pressure, steady and inexorable, until I cried out as I felt its bulk stretch me much too wide. Then suddenly it slipped inside, my body accepting the intrusion, and the narrow part of the plug let my muscles close around it. The base settled against my paddled bottom, keeping it lodged inside.
The fullness was overwhelming. Mortifying and intrusive and impossible to ignore. Every tiny movement made me aware of it, of how completely they’d violated me.
“Perfect,” Daddy Ed murmured. Then I heard the rasp of his zipper, the rustle of fabric as he freed himself. “Now for the main event.”
His hands gripped my hips and I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance. Not my ass—thank God, not my ass—but my pussy, which was so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs despite every ounce of shame coursing through me.
Daddy Bill pulled back slightly from my mouth, letting me gasp for air. “Think about how you’re taking it, Little Seventy-One,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “Think about how a bad girl like you gets fucked.”
“Sayplease,” Daddy Ed commanded.
I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop myself.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged.
My new blue-eyed daddy pushed inside my pussy in one long, devastating thrust.
I screamed around Daddy Bill’s cock as Daddy Ed filled me completely. The plug in my ass made everything tighter, more intense, and the sensation of being filled in both holes while my mouth was used overwhelmed every thought, every defense I’d ever built.
“God, she’s tight,” Daddy Ed groaned, holding himself deep inside me for a moment before withdrawing and thrusting again. “The plug makes her pussy like a glove.”
He set a rhythm—slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him, letting the plug shift with each thrust. My body responded despite everything, my hips pushing back to meet him, seeking more even as my mind screamed in horror at what I was doing.
Daddy Bill resumed fucking my face in counterpoint to Daddy Ed’s thrusts. When Ed pulled back, Bill pushed deep. When Ed drove forward, Bill withdrew. They worked in perfect coordination, using my body like an instrument they’d played a thousand times before.
The pressure built inside me with terrifying speed. The fullness, the helplessness, the shame of being restrained and used—it all fed into something dark and desperate that I’d never let myself feel before. My pussy clenched around Daddy Ed’s cock and he groaned in response, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
“She’s close,” Daddy Ed said, his analytical voice strained now with his own need. “I’m sure the sensor readings are off the charts.”
“Let her come,” Daddy Bill said, his hand tightening in my hair. “Let her feel what her body really needs.”
Daddy Ed changed his angle slightly and his next thrust hit something inside me that made my nervous system explode with pleasure. The plug shifted, his cock filled me completely, and the shame and arousal tangled together into something so intense I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
I came.
The orgasm ripped through me with a violence I’d never experienced, every muscle in my body contracting around the intrusions, my scream muffled by Daddy Bill’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It went on and on, my pussy clenching desperately around Daddy Ed while the plug pressed against places inside me I’d never known existed. My mind went white, blank, everything reduced to pure sensation as my body betrayed me completely.
I was still shaking with aftershocks when I heard Daddy Ed’s voice, breathless now but still maintaining that condescending tone that made everything so much worse.
