Page 47 of Savage Daddies
Daddy Axel shuts the front door and bolts the lock. His eyes are just as intense as Daddy Erik’s, though they grow black as the night as he approaches us. He reaches for my hair and gathers my pigtails in one hand. When he gives them a slight tug, my pussy spasms and heat quickly gathers in my core.
“You know, brothers, I was just thinking that it’s been far too long since we all shared this sweet little girl.” He gives my hair another tug and I gasp as a quiver runs through my limbs. “We’ve each taken her separately, and sometimes in pairs, during the last couple of weeks, but we haven’t given her a good pounding, one after the other, in a long time. What do you think, little Josie? Do you want your daddies to take you upstairs to your bedroom and make you very sore?”
I swallow past the sudden dryness in my throat and stare into his dark, bottomless depths. It’s true. It’s been weeks since all four of them have shared me at once. There simply hasn’t been time. In the aftermath of the outcasts’ attack, my daddies, along with the entire village, have been busy making repairs and installing a new security system around the perimeter of the settlement, using technology one of the King brothers recently stole from the Emerald Rangers. Though the entire group of outcasts who attacked Misty Falls was vanquished, there’s always a risk another group could eventually venture too close to our village. My daddies have helped prepare for this possibility in recent weeks, laboring late into the night sometimes, though Daddy Nash wasn’t able to help with any of the manual labor involved until recently.
The quakes between my thighs increase as all four of my daddies press against me, running their hands all over me as they press kisses to my exposed flesh.
“Upstairs with you,” Daddy Axel says with a growl. He turns me toward the steps and gives my bottom a hard slap. I feel the impact of the sting through the thin layers of my sundress and panties.
My heart races as the brothers lead me upstairs into my bedroom. The door is bolted shut and the curtains are drawn. Daddy Erik lights some of the old-fashioned lanterns, placing five of them atop the furniture in the bedroom to better illuminate the cozy space.
“Remove your dress, little girl.” Daddy Nash’s command is so stern, for a moment I fear I’m in trouble. But I remind myself I’ve been on my best behavior lately. They haven’t had a cause to punish me in weeks. Still, the dark gleam in his eyes causes a tingle to race across my bottom cheeks.
With shaking hands, I slip my sundress off my shoulders and push it down over my body, allowing the garment to pool at my feet. My fully clothed daddies all stand in a circle around me, all of them looking rather stern. Even Daddy Gage. I can’t help but admire them, even as another quiver races across my bottom. I have a feeling they’re going to be especially rough on me today and my breath becomes faint as I await further instruction.
“Now remove your panties and bra, little girl. We want to see what belongs to us.”
I unfasten the front clasp of my bra and allow it to fall to the floor. Next, I step out of my panties. Once I’m completely naked, my growing arousal trickles down my inner thigh. I press my legs together and lower my head. Although the savages have claimed me many times, I still can’t help the shame that courses through me whenever the evidence of my rampant arousal escapes my pussy. Daddy Axel’s nostrils flare and his eyes flash, as if he can smell my gathering slickness.
Daddy Nash opens the bedside table drawer and a thrill jolts through me. He recently stocked the drawer with phallus-shaped lollipops in various sizes. There are also bottles of lubrication that they sometimes use to help the candy glide more easily into my ass. Daddy Nash uses the lollipops on me more frequently than his brothers. Just two days ago he managed to fit the largest one into my tight pucker. My face heats when he retrieves one of the largest lollipops, as well as a bottle of lube.
I cup my backside and shake my head. “Please, Daddy Nash, not in my bottom. I’m still sore from the last time.”
His visage grows so stern in the face of my hesitation that I take a step back and bump into Daddy Axel, who settles his hands on my shoulders and holds me in place.
“Yes, little girl,” Daddy Nash says, “in your bottom. Now, I want you to get up on the bed—on your hands and knees, Josie. You know the correct position for bottom hole training. If we have to force you into position, I will not hesitate to spread your cheeks wide and apply some sharp swats to your pucker.”
“But, I don’t think—”
“Is that what you want?” he asks, cutting me off. “A spanking on your bottom hole?”
Mortified, I turn toward the bed as Daddy Axel releases me and backs away, giving me room to get into the ordered position. Sometimes my daddies make me bend over the bed and pull my own cheeks apart before they thrust a lollipop into my ass, but other times they command me to get onto my hands and knees while up on the bed. The latter position is more challenging because it’s more difficult for me to conceal my face in the covers. They require me to maintain good posture while I’m on my hands and knees, which makes it almost impossible to hide my shame.
Flushed and trembling, I crawl up onto the bed. On my hands and knees with my thighs spread wide and bottom lifted high, just as my daddies like it. My breasts are achy and heavy beneath me, my nipples hardening to stiff peaks. My entire center pulsates and I gasp with longing when Daddy Nash comes closer and trails two fingers through my growing arousal. He grazes over my throbbing clit and I lurch backward, seeking more of his touch, only for him to withdraw from my pussy an instant later, leaving me whimpering with need.
He swats my backside. “Spread even wider, young lady.”
I comply, hoping he’ll pay attention to my clit again soon.
“Good girl. Now lift your bottom even higher. Ah, perfect. Hold just like that.”
He’s set the lollipop and the lube aside, and I peer over my shoulder, curious about what he’s going to do next. His dark gaze collides with mine and I shudder at the primal gleam in his eyes. A glance at my other three daddies shows they’re wearing similar expressions—hard, animalistic need written on their faces. When they each start stripping their clothes off, I know what’s about to happen. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.
All I can do is hold my position and wait for my savage daddies to each have a turn at me. Power radiates from Daddy Nash as he approaches me, his big hardened cock jutting out from his strong, muscular form. The fresh scars covering his body add a layer of danger to him that makes my heat beat faster. He picks up the lollipop and places it at the entrance of my pussy. Then he shoves it deep, holding onto the long stick at the base of it, and begins to pump it in and out of my tightness.
Sensation ripples over me, pleasure coiling tight in my core. Daddy Gage gets in front of me and pushes his rigid length to my lips. I have no choice but to open as he shoves his cock into my mouth. He grips my face and sets a fast rhythm, his balls slapping heavily against my chin with each hard thrust.
The lollipop is pulled from my pussy, leaving me empty and pumping my hips against air as I try to reclaim the pleasure I’ve just lost.
“Look how wet and swollen her privates are getting.” Daddy Nash swats my bottom several times, just hard enough to make my cheeks sting. “She’s ready for our cocks. But first, we’re going to tend to that puckering hole of hers.”
Hearing him discuss my most private places, as well as my rampant arousal, with his brothers right in front of me never fails to make my face heat with shame. I can’t help becoming so wet. Still, after all these weeks, my body doesn’t realize I’m not in a VR story. Though I have no wish to return to my techno-city, my whole life I’ve been conditioned to think real sex is naughty and taboo, and I can’t help the waves of humiliation that course through me, even as I grow wetter and wetter while my clit pulses with need.
I press my eyes shut, struggling to accept Daddy Gage’s huge size in my mouth. My breasts are caressed, my nipples pulled and pinched, as the lubricated lollipop is pressed against my most secret hole.
“Relax your bottom,” Daddy Erik says sternly. He pinches my nipple hard, causing me to jolt in place. But I’m quick to comply with his orders and I will my bottom to relax, knowing the moment I finally do, Daddy Nash will breach my tightest entrance.
I whimper around Daddy Gage’s plunging cock as the candy is shoved into my spread anus. As always, I think I’ll never manage to accept it, but it’s soon driven even deeper.
