“What’s the intervention?” Ed asked sharply. “The one that turned it around?”
Georgia smiled. “I’m going to send you a protocol on the shared drive. It’s not simple, but I think you’ll pull it off. In particular, when the time comes you’re going to have to be harsh, and save the tenderness for later.”
Ed looked over at me.
“What?” I said, feeling a little defensive. “I can be harsh when I have to be.”
Georgia nodded. “I know you can. Just don’t skimp on the vigilance. Pam is brilliant. It’s not impossible that she gets something past you. That would be the worst outcome: the lowest lines on this graph correspond to girls who got away with something for long enough to ruin their training.”
Pam
A week into Operation Hornet I could still barely believe that I had become such a valued, diligent member of the Project Dollhouse bad girl team. In a less welcome development, that status apparently meant a kind of duty I definitely hadn’t anticipated.
“Little Seventy-One,” Daddy Bill said to me when he and Daddy Ed came to get me in the Workshop. “Little Fifty-Three’s daddies have requested that you attend her training session today.”
I felt my stomach drop at Daddy Bill’s words. Emily’s training session. My mind immediately went to what that might mean, and none of the possibilities seemed good.
“Yes, Daddy,” I heard myself say, the compliance automatic now after a week of conditioning.
They led me out of the Workshop and down the hallway to a room I’d never entered before. The door was marked ‘Training Room 3’ and when Daddy Ed pressed his palm to the scanner, I heard voices from inside even before the door opened.
Two men I didn’t recognize stood near a padded bench in the center of the room. One was tall and broad-shouldered with graying hair, the other shorter and more compact with sharp features. Emily knelt naked on the floor between them, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes downcast in a posture of perfect submission.
“Ah, excellent,” the taller man said, his eyes moving to me. “It’s nice to meet you, Little Seventy-One. I’m Daddy Ben, and this is Daddy Howard. We’re Emily’s daddies.”
I nodded, unable to find my voice as I took in the scene. Emily looked different like this—vulnerable in a way I’d never seen her. The sharp-tongued Trusty who had queened me and commanded my obedience was gone, replaced by a submissive girl waiting for her daddies’ instructions.
“Emily’s rehabilitation is nearly complete,” Daddy Howard explained, his voice carrying an edge of pride. “Today is her final training milestone. She’s going to take both of us at the same time—her first double penetration. And your daddies thought it would be educational for our newest bad girl to witness it, and help a little too.”
My throat went dry. I was going to watch Emily get fucked by both her daddies simultaneously. The image my mind conjured made my pussy clench despite my confusion about how I felt about it.
“First,” Daddy Ben continued, “we need Emily properly prepared. Little Seventy-One, you’re going to use your mouth to get both her pussy and her ass ready for us.”
My whole body seemed to go white hot. They wanted me to?—
“Now, bad girl,” Daddy Ed said firmly, his hand on the small of my back guiding me forward. “On your knees next to Emily.”
I sank to my knees on the padded floor, my heart hammering. Emily finally looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and I saw something complicated in her expression—anticipation mixed with what might have been nervousness.
“Get her pussy ready first,” Daddy Bill instructed. “Make it nice and wet for her daddies. Emily, honey, on your back now. Spread yourself open for your sister.”
My heart raced as I watched Emily obey. To my surprise, and, distressingly, to my own pussy’s helpless excitement, I could see that my fellow bad girl was trembling as she raised her knees and took them into her hands to show me the most exposed, intimate view possible of her adorable pussy and her wrinkly anus.
I leaned forward, my hands trembling as I placed them on Emily’s thighs. She spread her legs wider, giving me access, and I pressed my face between them. The taste of her flooded my senses—already aroused, already slick with anticipation. I worked my tongue along her slit, finding her clit and circling it the way she’d taught me to do that first morning in the showers.
“Good girl,” Daddy Ben murmured. “Now her bottom. Get it nice and ready.”
I couldn’t keep a little whimper down in my throat as with my cheeks blazing, I moved lower. My tongue traced the crease between her cheeks, finding her anus and circling it, preparing the tight opening for what was coming. I heard her breath hitch as I worked, felt her body respond despite the audience watching us.
“Excellent,” Daddy Howard said. “Now come here and get us ready.”
I pulled back, my face flushed and wet, and turned to face Emily’s daddies. They were already unfastening their pants, pulling out their cocks. Both were fully hard, thick and ready, and my stomach clenched at the thought of Emily taking both of them.
“Start with Daddy Ben,” Daddy Ed instructed.
I crawled forward and took Daddy Ben’s cock in my mouth, working my tongue along the shaft the way my own daddies had taught me. I sucked and licked until he was slick with my saliva, then moved to Daddy Howard and did the same. The degradation of preparing another girl’s daddies made my face burn, but my pussy was undeniably wet.
“Perfect,” Daddy Ben said, running his hand through my hair. “Now go sit between your daddies and watch how a fully rehabilitated bad girl serves.”
