He reached out and took hold of my hips. I swallowed hard as he moved me as if I were a doll, positioning me between his spread knees. His hands moved to the Velcro tabs and he unfastened them slowly, deliberately. The diaper fell away and I stood there completely naked in front of them, the plug still lodged in my ass. My freshly shaved pussy was on full display, and I felt new heat come into my face as I wondered if they could even see the wetness that I felt sure had gathered there despite my effort to push my arousal away.
“Look at this, Daddy Ed,” said my brown-eyed daddy. “Her little clit is peeking out to say hello.”
CHAPTER 13
Ed
I watched Pam’s face closely as Bill made the lewd announcement about the visibility of her clit. Her cheeks went beet red. I lowered my eyes and leaned over to look at the smooth cleft between her thighs. Bill helpfully used his grip on her hips to turn her pussy toward me, so that I could get a good look at the adorable little bud that was indeed peeping out from its wrinkly hood.
I heard Pam let out a tiny whimper, as if at the knowledge that her daddies liked to look at their bad girl’s pussy up close that way. We would study the graph of her biometric data later, but I knew exactly how sharp a spike of arousal it would show at the beginning of her bad girl inspection.
I reached out and ran my fingertips along her inner thigh, feeling how the muscles trembled under my touch. Bill’s hands moved to her bare mound, his thumbs spreading her private lips to expose the pink flesh beneath. Her clit was indeed swollen andprotruding, begging for attention that we would give it—but only on our terms.
“Such a responsive little pussy,” Bill murmured, his middle finger circling her clit with maddeningly light pressure. “Go ahead and tell Daddy how this feels, bad girl.”
“It… it feels…” She struggled to find words, her breath coming in short gasps as Bill’s finger continued its teasing exploration. “It feels good, Daddy.”
“Good?” I prompted, my analytical mind cataloguing every micro-expression that crossed her face. “That’s not very descriptive. Use your words properly.”
Her face flushed darker. “It feels… embarrassing. And wrong. But also… I can’t help…”
“Can’t help what?” Bill asked, his finger dipping lower to gather her wetness before returning to circle her clit.
“Can’t help wanting more,” she whispered, the admission clearly costing her.
I felt satisfaction bloom in my chest. This was exactly the kind of progress we needed to see—her resistance crumbling, her body’s needs overriding her mind’s protests. Bill worked her clit with increasing pressure while I watched the way her thighs trembled, the way her breath hitched, the way her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
“Don’t come,” Bill said firmly, his finger stilling. “You haven’t earned that yet.”
She let out a small sound of frustration that made me smile. Bill guided her to turn around, positioning her so she stood sideways between his big thighs, with her back to me.
“Bend forward,” I instructed. “Hands on your knees. Show Daddy that plugged bottom.”
She obeyed, bending at the waist. The position presented her ass beautifully—the base of the plug visible between her cheeks, her pussy glistening with arousal below it. I reached out and gripped the base of the plug, giving it a gentle tug that made her gasp.
“How does it feel, having this inside you?” I asked, twisting it slightly.
“Full,” she managed. “Too full. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“That’s the point,” I explained, working the plug in small circles that made her whimper. “Your body needs to understand that your daddies have access to every part of you. This hole belongs to us just as much as your pussy does.”
I pushed the plug deeper, then pulled it partway out before pushing it back in, fucking her ass with it in slow, deliberate strokes. Her legs shook with the effort of holding position.
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Please…”
Pam
I couldn’t believe how thoroughly my body had betrayed me, continued to betray me, as I begged for something I couldn’t name. I couldn’t name it because it didn’t exist, my mind knew in some distant recess: I wanted a contradiction… I wanted them to stop and to keep going at the same time. I wanted it to happen, but to another girl who was still Pam Nelson.
I sobbed at the sheer conflict inside me as Daddy Ed pulled and pushed on the plug, teaching me to accept that my daddies would do with my bottom exactly as they pleased. They didn’t even have to say it, either—the part of my ‘rehabilitation’ that the plug was preparing me for. They intended to put their huge, hard penises in there… in my little bottom, my tightest hole, the dark place of submission that I had told myself—and the weak men who had asked—I would never yield up to a thrusting cock.
Daddy Bill said it, though.
“Daddy knows what you’re asking for, bad girl. You need Daddy’s big thing in your little bottom. You’ll get it there very soon.”
Daddy Ed kept moving the plug, drawing a sob from my chest every time he stretched me a bit further.
“Shh, bad girl,” he murmured. “Daddy knows how to get you ready to take the cock here. It will hurt, but it will feel good to know your tight little bottom is making Daddy’s penis feel so much pleasure.”
