I moved to where Daddy Bill and Daddy Ed had taken seats on a leather couch against the wall. They pulled me down between them, Daddy Bill’s arm wrapping around my shoulders while Daddy Ed’s hand came to rest on my thigh.
I watched as Daddy Ben lay back on the padded bench, his cock standing straight up. Emily straddled him, positioning herself over his shaft, and slowly lowered herself onto him. I saw her face contort as he filled her pussy, heard the small gasp that escaped her lips.
“Now the other hole,” Daddy Howard said, moving behind her with a bottle of lubricant.
I couldn’t look away as he applied the slick substance to his cock and to Emily’s ass. She leaned forward over Daddy Ben, presenting her bottom, and Daddy Howard pressed the head of his cock against her anus. Emily’s face was visible to me from the side, and I saw her expression shift as he began to push inside—pain and pleasure mixing until even she clearly couldn’t tell which was which.
“Fuck,” Emily gasped as Daddy Howard breached her. “Oh, god, Daddy…”
Daddy Ed’s hand moved higher on my thigh, his fingers brushing against the gusset of my panties through my uniform. I felt Daddy Bill’s other hand cup my breast, and suddenly I was being fondled while I watched Emily take both her daddies’ cocks.
“Watch closely,” Daddy Bill murmured in my ear. “This is what rehabilitation looks like for girls like you and Little Fifty-Three.”
Daddy Howard pushed deeper and I saw Emily’s body stretch to accommodate both her daddies’ manhoods. The fullness must have been overwhelming—I knew from experience how big just one daddy’s cock felt, and she had two of them filling her completely. They began to move in tandem, one thrusting in as the other pulled back, finding a rhythm that had Emily crying out with each stroke.
Daddy Ed’s fingers found my clit through my panties and began circling it. The stimulation combined with the sight before me made me feel like I might faint with arousal. I could feel how wet I had gotten the gusset of my panties and even the fabric of the uniform that covered it. I watched Emily’s face as her daddies used her, saw the way her features contorted with pleasure and pain and something deeper that looked almost like transcendence.
“She’s going to come soon,” Daddy Howard grunted, his pace increasing. “Our bad girl loves being filled like this.”
“Please,” Emily moaned, her voice breaking. “Please, Daddies, I need?—”
“Come for us,” Daddy Ben commanded. “Show everyone what a good girl you are.”
Emily’s orgasm hit with visible force—her whole body convulsing between her daddies, her mouth open in a silent scream. I watched her come apart completely and surrender to the overwhelming sensation of being taken by both men at once.
Daddy Ed’s fingers worked faster on my clit and I felt my own orgasm building. But something else was happening too—something in my mind shifting as I watched Emily’s total submission. This was what they wanted for me. This was the endpoint of my rehabilitation. Complete surrender, my body used by my daddies however they wanted, my pleasure entirely dependent on their control.
The thought should have terrified me. Instead, some part of me wanted it with an intensity that made my chest ache.
No. No, that’s not right. That’s the bullshit ‘rehabilitation’ talking.
But was it? Or was it something deeper, something that had always been there waiting to be unlocked?
My mind flashed suddenly, bizarrely to the code I’d been writing that morning. Operation Hornet. The banking honeypot that had earned me such praise and status. I’d been thinking about the comment sections—the remarks that explained the code’s functionality. It would be so easy to hide messages there. Cryptic instructions that only a gifted hacker would recognize. Breadcrumbs leading to a way to rootkit the actual international transfer system, not just the fake one.
If I did that, I could make contact with the people I’d helped before my arrest. The underground network of hackers who owed me favors. I could get a message out, coordinate an escape.
The realization felt like cold water. I could sabotage this. I could undermine everything they were building while pretending to be their star pupil.
Emily cried out again as both her daddies thrust deep, and I watched her face transform with pleasure. That could be me. That would be me, if I stayed on this path. Completely broken, completely remade into whatever Selecta wanted me to be.
Daddy Ed’s fingers brought me right to the edge and held me there, not quite letting me come. The denial made me whimper, made me press against his hand seeking more pressure. I was already halfway to being what they wanted. Already craving their approval, their touch, their control.
I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t become what Emily had become, no matter how much some broken part of me wanted it.
I was going to sabotage the code. I was going to hide messages in the remarks. I was going to find a way out of this place before they completed my rehabilitation.
The decision crystallized in my mind just as Emily’s daddies reached their own climaxes, filling her completely while she sobbed with overwhelmed pleasure. Daddy Ed finally let me come, and I shuddered between my daddies as the orgasm tore through me, my mind already racing with plans for how to undermine everything they’d built.
I would play along. I would be their good bad girl. But I would also be sabotaging them from the inside, leaving a trail for the right people to find.
It was the only way to survive with any part of myself intact.
CHAPTER 17
Pam
Over the next three days I carefully deployed the private code, working it into my comments with the precision of a surgeon. The key phrase came first: ‘This makes the solution sing’ embedded in a remark about optimization protocols. Then, over the next three lines of remarks, I encrypted the backdoor address using the cipher I’d memorized during those late nights with Leo’s network. The address that would let someone with real expertise rootkit the international transfer system.
