Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I nodded, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
Miss Frieda helped me to my feet. The massive plug in my bottom served as a constant reminder of Daddy Daniel’s claim on me, even as I knew I must prepare myself to serve other men’s pleasure. On shaky legs, I followed Miss Frieda out of the office.
“You need to be prepared for tonight,” Miss Frieda explained as we walked. “The gangbang will take place in the Hall of Pleasure at the guesthouse. Six daddies will be there to use you thoroughly.”
My heart raced at her words, a mixture of fear and shameful excitement coursing through me. Part of me still wanted to protest, to beg to belong only to Daddy Daniel. But I knew that wasn’t an option. This was part of my rehabilitation, part of becoming the good girl—the good fuck toy—that Daddy Daniel wanted me to be. Much as it still made the heat come into my face, my needs were my needs. I couldn’t push back the surge of gratitude I felt that, apparently by breaking the law, I had had them uncovered and fulfilled, as difficult an ordeal as it had been, and would clearly continue to be.
All day I wore the punishment plug. It seemed to fill me completely, even the slightest movements of my muscles a reminder of Daddy Daniel’s claim on me, ownership of me. Every twitch sent distracting sensations through my body, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. As I sat gingerly on the hard plastic chair in the cafeteria, I could feel the other girls’ eyes on me, their whispers barely audible over the clinking of utensils and the low hum of conversation.
“Look at Amy,” I heard Megan whisper to Jenna. “That plug is huge. What do you think she did to deserve that?”
Jenna’s eyes widened as she glanced my way. “I don’t know, but it must have been bad. Maybe she tried to escape?”
I kept my gaze fixed on my tray, pushing the bland food around with my fork. The shame of their speculation burned hot in my cheeks, but beneath it, I feel a perverse thrill.
Let them wonder, let them imagine what depraved acts I’ve committed or will commit. They have no idea of the intensity of what I’ve experienced, of the depths of submission I’ve plumbed.
In the rec room later, I tried to lose myself in a book, but the constant pressure of the plug made it impossible to focus on the words. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, acutely aware of how the movement must look to the others.
Zoe and Lila were playing cards nearby, but I could feel their eyes on me every few minutes. Finally, Zoe’s curiosity got the better of her.
“Hey, Amy,” she called out, her voice pitched low. “What’s the deal with the plug? Are you in trouble or something?”
I looked up, meeting her gaze. For a moment, I considered lying, but what would be the point? They’d find out soon enough, wouldn’t they? “I’m… I’m being prepared for something,” I said vaguely, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lila leaned in, her eyes wide. “Prepared? For what?”
I swallowed hard, the reality of what awaited me tonight suddenly overwhelming. “A… a gangbang,” I admitted, the words feeling strange on my tongue.
Their gasps of shock and awe made me squirm, the plug shifting inside me. The whispers started up again, more furious than before. I caught snatches of their conversation—‘lucky bitch’ and ‘I wonder how many’ and ‘do you think she’ll be able to walk afterward?’
Their words should have made me feel ashamed, some remaining old-fashioned part of my mind said. They should have made me want to crawl into a hole and disappear. Instead, I felt a perverse sense of pride.
Miss Frieda walked in at that moment. “Amy,” she said, “it’s time. Come with me.”
Blushing fiercely, and trying to keep my face free of the new wince every step brought, I rose and went to the trainer.
“Wait,” I heard Zoe say. “Is Amy…”
“Is she the only one going to the guesthouse, Miss Frieda?” Lila finished, her voice full of badly masked disappointment.
“Yes, girls,” Miss Frieda said, her tone stern and decisive. “Tonight only Amy gets the daddies’ cocks in her.”
CHAPTER 23
Amy
I tried desperately, on the walk over to the guesthouse, to figure out how I felt about being the only bad girl who would be fucked tonight. To be outside, in the nude, with the thick black base of the punishment plug between my bottom cheeks, squirming at the fullness with every step, felt like I had discovered new realms of shame. The discomfort and the arousal and the sheer embarrassment all vied so urgently for my attention that I could scarcely think straight.
To my surprise, though, I also felt a real sense of… well, not guilt, maybe, but definitely sympathy for the girls who would feel deprived tonight, because all the daddies would be using me. I seriously didn’t think I would have felt that kind of compassion before I had gotten caught stealing and sent to Bad Girl sex prison.