Then they were moving me, repositioning me. Daddy Bill withdrew and went to the bathroom while Daddy Ed rolled me onto my hands and knees. He moved in front of me, kneeling on the bed. His cock glistened with lubricant and my own need, and I opened my mouth automatically to take him in where he belonged.
Behind me, Daddy Bill returned, his cock clean, and stood at the edge of the bed. He took firm hold of my hips and thrust home, into my pussy, filling me again so that I screamed. They fucked me like that—one in my mouth, one in my vagina—until I came again. The orgasm nearly made me choke on Daddy Ed’s cock, but he kept fucking my face, his fingers interlaced around the back of my head to keep my mouth exactly where he wanted it.
“I want the ass,” Daddy Ed said.
“Sure,” Daddy Bill replied. “I’ll take the cunt.”
The c-word. They hadn’t used it before. I sobbed with shame even as part of my brain wondered how I could possibly be bothered by my daddies talking in that degrading way about me.
They pulled their penises out of me. Daddy Ed lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. Daddy Bill lay on his back at the edge of the bed. They made me straddle my brown-eyed daddy. Daddy Ed pressed down on my hips to make me take all of Daddy Bill’s cock.
“Spread those cheeks for me,” my blue-eyed daddy ordered.
I obeyed, reaching back and letting out a sob as I pulled the sore halves of my bottom apart. Immediately, I felt the head of Daddy Ed’s cock against the tiny, abused ring. My face blazed with heat as I felt my body remember how to open, and then they were both inside me again, riding me as they made me ride.
On and on it went. They moved me through position after position—on my back with my legs over Daddy Ed’s shoulders while Daddy Bill took my ass, sitting on Daddy Ed’s lap facing away while Daddy Bill filled my pussy from behind, bent over the edge of the bed with them alternating between my holes.
Each time one of them had been in my anus, he would withdraw and go briefly to the bathroom to wash before returning to use my mouth or pussy. The clinical efficiency of it somehow made it more intense, more overwhelming.
I came so many times I stopped being able to tell when one orgasm ended and the next began. My body existed in a permanent state of climax, wrung out and over-sensitized and completely theirs.
Finally, after what must have been a full hour of fucking, they both finished inside me—Daddy Ed in my pussy, Daddy Bill in my ass. They held me between them as I trembled and sobbed, completely spent.
When they finally withdrew, I lay there boneless and dazed. My pussy throbbed. My ass burned with a deep, aching soreness that went beyond anything I’d felt before. The thought of fabric touching my punished bottom made me want to cry.
Daddy Bill was right, I realized with a strange clarity. I couldn’t bear even to think about putting panties on. The idea ofanything touching my well-used, thoroughly disciplined bottom was unbearable.
“Bath time,” Daddy Ed said gently, lifting me in his arms.
They carried me to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water. They lowered me in carefully, and I hissed as the water touched my sore bottom. But then the warmth began to soothe, and I felt myself relax despite everything.
They washed me with gentle hands—the same hands that had punished me so severely, that had used me so thoroughly. The contradiction made my chest ache with something I still couldn’t fully name.
“We love you, Little Pamela,” Daddy Bill said softly, his fingers working shampoo through my hair. “That’s why we had to be so harsh. Do you understand?”
I nodded, tears streaming down my face again. “I love you too, Daddy. Both of you. I’m so sorry I tried to?—”
“We know,” Daddy Ed interrupted, his thumb wiping away my tears. “But that part of you is gone now, isn’t it? The part that wanted to run.”
I searched inside myself for the defiance, for the voice that had been urging me to escape. It was still there, but so faint now, so overwhelmed by everything else. By the love I felt for these men. By the need to surrender completely to their control.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “It’s gone.”
And as the words left my mouth, I knew they were true. The sabotage had been my last desperate attempt to hold onto who I’d been before. But that girl was gone now, burned away bydiscipline and pleasure and love tangled together until they were inseparable.
I was theirs. Completely. Irrevocably.
And God help me, I didn’t want to be anyone else’s.
I started to cry again.
“What is it, Little Pamela?” Daddy Bill asked, his voice so full of concern it made my heart ache.
“You’re going to sell me,” I choked out. “Like… like Emily.”
My daddies shared a look between them.
“Actually, bad girl,” Daddy Ed said, “we’ve got an idea about that.”
