Page 4 of Savage Daddies
Before I draw my next breath, I’m turned over and find my pants and panties are soon shoved down to my knees. I flail around and try to turn over on my back, but four strong hands hold me in place.
“Need some help, brother?” Axel asks with a chuckle as he presses down on my legs.
“Shut up and hold her down. She’s a wild one.”
“Me? Wild?” I’m outraged. “You’re the wild ones! You—you’resavages!” I screech the word as if it’s the worst insult imaginable.
“I can already tell she’ll need lots of guidance,” Axel says. “Good thing there are four of us.”
My stomach bottoms out. Before I can process what he means, sharp smacks descend upon my bottom cheeks. It’s so painful, tears immediately burn in my eyes and stream down my cheeks. I’ve never experienced such profound agony in my entire life.
“Please stop!” I struggle, but it’s no use. They’re bigger than me. Stronger than me. Oh, how I hate them, these dreadful savages. “Please please please.”
The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoes against the surrounding trees and the boat rocks lightly as Nash continues with the shameful chastisement. The burning heat builds and builds, until I don’t think I can withstand another slap. But still the blows keep falling. I can’t believe two strange men are holding me down while inflicting such a barbaric, old-fashioned punishment. I don’t deserve it. I’m not naughty. I’m not. I’m simply defending myself against them. What right do they have to treat me so? They kidnapped me, for goodness’ sake.
The breeze picks up and caresses my punished skin, but still Nash doesn’t slow as he delivers slap after searing slap to my poor backside.
“This is what happens to naughty little girls,” Axel says. “They get their bottoms spanked bright red.”
Finally, the blows cease falling. But neither man releases his hold on me. I’m still trapped on the floor of the boat, my naked, inflamed bottom on display. Shame washes through me, hot and searing. I can feel their gazes on me, as if they’re studying my nudity. I’ve never been even partially naked in front of a real man before, let alone two of them. VR stories don’t count.
Nash touches my ass and starts caressing it. I still can’t move and I have no choice but to lie there while he strokes me. But the rubbing soon begins to feel nice, and the warm pulses from earlier return to my womanly core, pulsing harder than before. A whimper leaves my throat.
I’m confused, I’m angry, and I’m in pain. I’m also thoroughly embarrassed.
“Joselyn.” Nash’s deep voice penetrates my thoughts. “Have you ever been spanked before?”
“Never. We aren’t so barbaric in Emerald.” I sniffle.
“She was hatched from one of those baby cooking chambers,” Axel says, and from his conversational tone I realize he’s speaking to Nash, who is apparently his brother. “Raised in a group home with dozens of other children. She’s never had a mother or a father.”
“She’s going to require lots of individual attention,” Nash replies. “She doesn’t understand the ways of our world—the natural world.”
“What she needs is a daddy. She never had one. No one raised her properly.”
“Like you said earlier, there are four of us.” Nash moves to caress my upper thighs and the sensation gathering in between my legs flames hotter. “She’ll have four daddies. Four daddies to teach her, guide her, care for her, and punish her when she’s been naughty. That’s exactly what this little girl needs.”
Their words leave me stunned. I can’t form a reply, not even a single curse word. Another whimper escapes me when Nash’s fingers inch closer and closer to my throbbing parts. I don’t understand what’s happening. My body has never responded to a living man in the way it’s responding to the brothers’ nearness now. I’ve only ever experienced such rampant sexual arousal during a VR story.
Without warning, Nash spreads my bottom cheeks wide open. The cool air hits my most intimate places and my shame soars.
“Don’t... you can’t...” My words catch in my throat.
“Settle down,” Axel scolds, still with a firm grip on my legs. “You don’t want another spanking so soon, do you?”
Nash’s fingers trail over my outer lips, a feather-light touch that sends sensation jolting through my entire body. I whimper and struggle, but to no avail. Axel continues holding me down while his brother keeps my bottom spread wide apart. Nash’s fingers delve deeper, into my secret folds, and I’m shocked when my center gyrates against his probing touch. I don’t want this. I really don’t. But I can’t help the aching and the wetness that’s growing between my thighs. My body is betraying me. My body thinks I’m in a VR story.
“Please, this is improper. You aren’t supposed to touch people like this in real life. Only in VR stories.” And they’re not even real people in VR stories. But that’s the point. Real sex—the old-fashioned kind that can produce babies—is downright dangerous. It’s outlawed in the techno-cities. Anyone suspected of engaging in real-life intercourse is sentenced to a minimum of six years in a Rehabilitation Center. It’s considered worse than kidnapping.
“Daddy’s little girl is very, very wet between her thighs,” Nash says, his thumb grazing over an especially sensitive area. My clit. He’s stroking my clit. I’ve never even touched myself there before, because whenever the mood strikes, I put on a VR helmet and bodysuit and select one of my favorite interactive stories.
The knowledge that a real man’srealthumb is stroking my throbbing clit is almost too shameful to bear. What he’s doing is strictly forbidden. It’s naughty. Taboo.
My heart races faster with each rapid breath. Still keeping my bottom splayed apart, he opens the folds of my sex, delicately tracing through my increasing moisture. A moan builds in my throat and it’s a struggle to remain quiet.
“You’re soaking wet, little Josie.” His words shame me further. I know I’m wet, but does he really have to say it out loud? I bury my face in the blanket and try to remain still, try to keep my center from lurching into his probing touch. “Now,” he says, giving my clit a deliriously wondrous squeeze, “Daddy Nash expects you to be a good girl and apologize for the bad language you used.”
“You can both go to—”
