Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

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A chorus of eager agreement filled the air. I turned my head over my shoulder to see the six daddies rise from their chairs, their bathrobes falling open to reveal their impressive physiques. They approached me with predatory grace, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Strong hands gripped my arms, lifting me effortlessly to my feet. I gasped as I felt myself being carried the short distance toward the imposing spanking bench in the center of the semicircle. The plug in my bottom shifted with each movement, sending jolts of sensation straight to my pussy.

They positioned me carefully over the padded leather surface. My skin’s heat seemed all the greater against the smooth, cool top of the bench. Daddy Victor and Daddy Reggie took charge of my arms, stretching them out in front of me and securing my wrists with the sturdy leather cuffs.

Daddy Kwame and Daddy William grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide and fastening them to the lower part of the bench. Daddy Tom and Daddy Lawrence fastened the heavy belt across my back. The humiliating position raised my bottom high and pushed it back, offering it to anyone behind me. I whimpered softly at the touch of moving air on my pussy and my anus, stretched around the horrid plug, the sheer fabric of my nightgown only making me feel more exposed.

“Look at how her cunt is already glistening,” Daddy Tom chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back. “I can see it through the lace, even. Such an eager little slut you’ve got here, Daniel.”

I felt my cheeks burn with shame at his words, even as a fresh wave of arousal coursed through me. The leather straps bit into my skin as I couldn’t help testing my bonds, finding myself completely immobilized.

I sensed Daddy Daniel’s footsteps moving behind me, the muffled sound sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I felt his presence looming over me, his warmth radiating against my exposed skin. His large hand came to rest on my upturned bottom. The touch sent sparks of electricity through my body.

“Such a beautiful sight,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his voice low and husky. “My bad girl, all trussed up and ready for punishment.”

His fingers traced the curve of my ass, following the line where flesh met lace. I whimpered softly as he reached the base of the plug, still firmly lodged inside me. The pressure of his touch made the plug shift slightly, sending a jolt of sensation through my core.

“This plug has been reminding you all day of who you belong to, hasn’t it, Amy?” Daddy Daniel asked, his fingers circling the base teasingly.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, my voice muffled against the leather of the bench.

“And now,” he continued, his grip tightening on the base of the plug, “it’s time to remove it so these other daddies can use you properly.”

I felt the plug begin to move, the gradual widening as Daddy Daniel slowly pulled it out. The sensation was intense, a mixture of relief and loss as my body struggled to adjust. I couldn’t help the low moan that escaped my lips as the widest part stretched me open once more.

“I’ll take that,” I heard Miss Frieda’s cool voice say, and a new flush of shame traveled my body as I heard her take the humiliating thing away. I felt lewdly empty, as if my most intimate place had truly been taken away from me and readied for cock, given to my daddy to use and to share as he chose.

Then Daddy Daniel’s commanding voice cut through the air once more. “Now, gentlemen, let’s get our bad girl properly warmed up, shall we?”

I heard the slap of wood striking skin. My heart began to race. Turning my head as much as the position allowed, I saw Daddy Daniel holding a wicked-looking paddle. The polished wood gleamed in the soft light, promising both pain and pleasure. The holes in the surface of the blade, I knew from painful experience in the facility’s training room, would make the awful thing travel faster through the air.

“I’m going to give my little fuck toy twelve strokes,” Daddy Daniel announced. “Two for each of you, gentlemen. Would you do me the honor of counting them? I’m sure Amy will be grateful not to have to remember to do that, given that I need to get that backside very sore.”

I looked into the faces of the six, who had sat back down in their armchairs, all of their robes entirely open now to show their huge, hard cocks.

“Sure, Daniel,” Victor said with a chuckle.

“Daddy knows best, after all,” Kwame added.

I let out a little sob as I felt Daddy Daniel lay the terrifying blade across my bottom cheeks.

“What do you say, Amy?” he asked, his voice stern.

“I…” I hesitated, confused for just a moment. The paddle rose, then came down with a crack. I cried out more in alarm than in pain, my body bucking over the bench.

“Thank you,” I gasped out. “Thank you, Daddies.”

“There,” said Daddy Daniel. “That one didn’t count, but this one will.”

Crack!

The blow landed squarely across both cheeks, the sting radiating outward. I gasped, my body jerking against the restraints.

“One,” Daddy Victor said.

Crack!

“Two,” said Daddy Reggie, next in the semicircle.

The blows continued, each one sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body. Each daddy took his turn at counting. All of them had their erections in their hands, stroking vigorously and with obvious enjoyment at the sight of my punishment.

By the sixth stroke, tears had begun to stream down my face. My whole rear end seemed to have become a blazing fire.

“Halfway there, Amy,” Daddy Daniel’s voice said sternly. “This is how a bad girl learns to do as she’s told, when her daddy shares her.”

The humiliation sent a thrill through me. As the final strokes fell, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the enormous, rigid shafts in the six men’s hands. I had no idea how it could seem both a punishment and a reward to have my real daddy give me to them this way.

“Twelve!” I heard Daddy Kwame say in his rich, deep voice. I sagged against the bench as the reverberations of the final swat faded from my body.

There was a moment of stillness, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing. Then I felt Daddy Daniel’s large hand come to rest on my burning bottom, his touch both soothing and electrifying.

“There,” he declared. “That looks like a very sore bottom.” His fingers traced the curves of my ass, dipping lower to brush against my suddenly dripping pussy. The need between my thighs had seemed to vanish during the horrible paddling, but my hips jerked at Daddy Daniel’s touch there, and a mewling sound emerged from my throat as arousal came rushing back.

Miss Frieda’s crisp voice cut through the haze of my arousal and lingering pain. “Gentlemen, I have an important announcement to make.” She paused, allowing the tension in the room to build. “As of this moment, Daddy Daniel will be taking charge as Amy’s new primary daddy.”

A murmur of interest rippled through the assembled men. I felt a surge of conflicting emotions—pride, fear, excitement, and a deep sense of belonging. My eyes sought out Daddy Daniel’s face, searching for confirmation.

He met my gaze, his eyes intense and filled with a mixture of possessiveness and stern authority. “That’s right, Amy,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “You’re mine now, in every way.”

Turning to address the other daddies, Daddy Daniel’s tone became businesslike. “Now, gentlemen, there’s something very important you need to understand about tonight’s proceedings.” He paused, his hand still resting possessively on my burning bottom. “It’s crucial to me that Amy not be allowed to come until she’s demonstrated her complete obedience.”

I whimpered softly at his words, a fresh wave of arousal washing over me even as I dreaded the torment his declaration promised. The other daddies leaned forward in their chairs, their interest piqued.

“You see,” Daddy Daniel continued, “our little Amy here has a tendency to get carried away with her own pleasure. But tonight, she’s going to learn that her body exists solely for our enjoyment, not her own.”

He glanced down at me, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Isn’t that right, my bad girl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Daddy Daniel nodded approvingly before turning back to the group. “To ensure we can monitor Amy’s arousal levels accurately, Miss Frieda has kindly provided me with her own monitoring device.”

He held up the sleek, handheld thing that I recognized from the training room. Its smooth surface gleamed in the soft light of the Hall of Pleasure, a small screen flickering to life as Daddy Daniel pressed a button.

“In case you haven’t immersed yourself in the minutiae of the Institute’s research and development, this remarkable piece of technology,” he explained, “is connected to a microscopic sensor placed between Amy’s vagina and anus. It allows us to monitor her arousal in real time, ensuring we can keep her right on the edge without allowing her to tip over into orgasm.”

The other daddies murmured appreciatively, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of scientific curiosity and carnal anticipation. I felt my face flush hot with embarrassment at the thought of my most intimate responses being displayed for all to see.

“Now then,” Daddy Daniel’s voice took on a commanding tone. “Victor, Kwame, William—Amy’s mouth is yours to use as you see fit.”

The three men rose from their chairs, shedding their robes as they approached. Their impressive physiques came into full view, muscles rippling beneath tanned skin. But it was their rigid cocks that drew my gaze, jutting proudly before them as they lined up in front of me.

Daddy Victor was first. He gripped my hair firmly, tilting my head back. “Open wide, little slut,” he growled. I obeyed, parting my lips as he guided his thick shaft into my waiting mouth.

The salty taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue as he pushed deeper, stretching my jaw wide. He began to move, fucking my face with slow, deliberate strokes. I struggled to breathe around his girth, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

After a few thrusts, Daddy Victor withdrew. Before I could catch my breath, Daddy Kwame took his place. His ebony skin gleamed in the soft light as he pressed his cock past my swollen lips. Where Victor had been thick, Kwame was long, the tip of his shaft bumping against the back of my throat with each thrust.

I gagged slightly, fighting to relax my throat and take him deeper. Just as I started to adjust to his rhythm, he pulled back, making way for Daddy William.

William’s cock was a perfect balance of length and girth. He wasted no time, gripping my head with both hands as he set a punishing pace. The sounds of my choking and slurping filled the air, mingling with the men’s grunts of pleasure.

And so it continued, the three daddies taking turns using my mouth. My jaw ached, my lips felt bruised and swollen, and my neck strained from the awkward angle. Yet as the minutes ticked by, something strange began to happen.

The discomfort in my body seemed to fade away, replaced by a floating sensation—the same shift of consciousness I remembered from my first time in the Hall of Pleasure. The vast room around me blurred, the ornate decorations melting into a swirling vortex of color and light.

I felt as if I was drifting in a deep, wide, cosmic ocean. Each thrust of a cock into my mouth sent ripples of energy through my being, connecting me to something greater than myself. The taste, the smell, the feeling of being used—it all blended together into a transcendent experience.

In this altered state, I became acutely aware of every sensation. The lingering sting of the paddle on my bottom. The cool air caressing my exposed pussy. The fullness in my mouth as it was repeatedly filled and emptied. It was as if I could feel every cell in my body vibrating with pleasure and purpose.