Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

D aniel

I settled back onto my sofa to watch the video feed from the Institute’s newest program, something that seemed highly innovative, called Your Bad Girl . The buy-in seemed steep, at two million dollars for the first year’s membership, but I had to confess myself intrigued by the marketing materials, and more than willing to watch the video feed they’d offered me gratis . Institute streams had never let me down before.

Nor had the Institute’s more tangible offering ever disappointed me; the year I had spent dominating Daria, my first (and so far only) concubine had been worth every penny of the four million and change I had spent buying her at auction. The busyness of a CEO’s life, however, had meant that I’d always had a niggling regret about not quite getting my money’s worth. This was a new idea of the Institute’s, a time-share for dominant daddies, where you paid a steep two million buy-in and then a much more reasonable half a mil per year after that. Intriguing, certainly.

It only took a minute or two of watching Miss Frieda’s ‘final exam’ for her Bad Girls to know I would buy in. The only question was which one I would buy a piece of: which of the gorgeous, naked young woman playing with herself, getting whipped for getting too close to orgasm, and—it seemed—about to be fucked by a daddy she clearly had never met before.

I watched, transfixed, with my iron-hard cock in my hand as the camera panned around to the girls’ faces. As always I couldn’t help admiring the incredible technology, married to amazing production, that allowed for these marketing streams. This training room was clearly one of those the Institute had fitted out with their 360x360 video tech, so that the producers in the control room could show viewers like me everything we might want to see.

At the moment, after the pan of the bad girls’ desperately blushing, needy faces, that meant a tracking shot from above. The camera, or whatever virtual lens the Institute had employed from Selecta Media’s arsenal of video technology, showed the progress of each daddy’s enormous erection into the waxed pussy of the bad girl he had just straddled.

Of course, as usual, whoever handled the compositing was adding helpful flags, providing the names of the girls along with their current arousal levels. In this case, the flags also had a brief blurb about the crime that had consigned these naughty young women to the Institute’s care, through Selecta’s corporate justice system.

Zoe: jewel thief, currently at 9.3/10.

Jenna: embezzler, currently at 9.5/10.

Amy: tech thief, currently at 9.2/10.

Amy… something about her brown eyes, about her cry of helpless pleasure, as the shot went into a split screen of the huge daddy’s erection beginning to fuck her adorable pussy and the naughty-girl pout on her face as she received the cock… I could hardly have said why, but I knew.

I picked up my phone and opened the Institute app. The only question was how soon I could schedule my first stay at the Institute guesthouse.

Amy

I sobbed as the man I couldn’t see, who I wouldn’t have recognized to pick out of a line-up, fucked me hard and fast. His cock stretched me open, filling me completely with each powerful thrust. My body betrayed me, responding eagerly to the intrusion despite my mind’s desperate attempts to resist.

“That’s it, little one,” the daddy growled, his voice deep and unfamiliar. “Pretend you’re a good girl for me, and take that cock like you know how to please your daddy.”

Shame burned through me, my cheeks flushing hot as I realized how wet I was, how easily I accepted him inside me. The slick sounds of our coupling filled the air, mingling with the moans and whimpers of the other girls around me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the pleasure building within me.

Miss Frieda’s heels clicked against the floor as she circled us, her voice cutting through the cacophony of carnal sounds. “Remember, girls, you are not to come without permission. Control yourselves.”

I bit my lip hard, trying to focus on anything but the delicious friction of the daddy’s cock sliding in and out of me. But it was impossible to ignore the way he hit that perfect spot deep inside with every thrust, sending jolts of electricity through my body.

To my left, I heard Zoe cry out. “Please, Miss Frieda! I can’t… I’m so close!”

“No, Zoe!” our stern trainer ordered. “Daddy John, stop fucking that naughty slut. Just keep her on the cock until you feel her come off the boil.”

Miss Frieda paced around the writhing mass of bodies, her eyes darting between the handheld device and the scene before her. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, punctuated by the desperate whimpers and moans of the bad girls as they teetered on the edge of release.

“Daddy Kevin,” Miss Frieda called out, her voice sharp and authoritative. “Slow down with Amy. Her readings are spiking dangerously high.”

I felt the daddy behind me adjust his pace, his thrusts becoming agonizingly slow and deliberate. Each drag of his cock against my sensitive walls sent shivers through my body, building the tension without pushing me over the edge. I whimpered, torn between relief and frustration.

“That’s better,” Miss Frieda nodded, her eyes fixed on the handheld. “Now, Daddy Michael, pick up the pace with Jenna. She’s not quite where we need her yet.”

Across the circle, I saw Jenna’s eyes roll back as her daddy increased his tempo. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, her fingers clawing at the mat beneath her.

Miss Frieda continued her rounds, adjusting the daddies’ rhythms like a conductor fine-tuning her orchestra. “Harder with Megan, Daddy Thomas. Slower with Zoe, Daddy John. That’s it, nice and easy. I want them all at the edge of their climaxes.”

My mind reeled as the daddy behind me continued his torturously slow pace. Each languid thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through my body, building the tension higher and higher without ever quite pushing me over the edge. I could feel my inner walls clenching desperately around his thick shaft, trying to draw him deeper, to find that last bit of friction I needed for release.

Across the circle, I saw Jenna’s face contort in a grimace of desperate concentration. Her daddy’s hips snapped against her upturned bottom in a rapid, punishing rhythm. Beside her, Zoe whimpered as her daddy maintained an achingly slow pace, his massive cock barely moving within her trembling body.

Miss Frieda’s voice cut through the haze of arousal clouding my mind. “That’s it, girls. Feel every sensation. Let the pleasure build, but don’t you dare come.”

As the minutes ticked by, a wild hope began to bloom in my chest. Surely Miss Frieda wouldn’t keep us on edge like this forever? The ache between my legs had grown almost unbearable, my clit throbbing in time with my racing pulse. I convinced myself that this must be leading to something—a reward for our obedience, perhaps?

“Please,” I heard myself whimper, my voice barely recognizable. “Please, Miss Frieda. We’ve been so good.”

Our lovely trainer’s eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction as she surveyed the scene before her. Seven writhing bodies, seven girls teetering on the precipice of ecstasy, seven daddies maintaining perfect control as they fucked their assigned bad girls with meticulous precision.

“Very good,” she purred, her voice low and silky. “You’ve all done so well, following instructions. I think it’s time for your reward.”

A surge of hope blossomed in my chest, warring with the desperate ache between my legs. Surely now, after all this torment, we would be allowed our release?

Miss Frieda’s next words shattered that fragile hope. “Daddies, on my mark, you will withdraw completely. Then you will finish yourselves on your bad girl’s back.”

A chorus of dismayed whimpers filled the air. Behind me, I felt Daddy Kevin’s hips stutter, his cock twitching inside me as he fought to maintain his own control.

“Now!” Miss Frieda barked.

In one agonizing moment, I felt Daddy Kevin’s thick shaft slide out of me. My pussy clenched around emptiness, a desperate sob escaping my lips. The sudden loss was almost painful, leaving me feeling hollow and bereft.

The aching emptiness between my legs was almost unbearable as I felt Daddy Kevin’s hand moving rapidly behind me. My pussy clenched and fluttered around nothing, desperately seeking the fullness it had been denied. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of my eyes, trickling down my flushed cheeks to drip onto the mat below.

“That’s it, girls,” Miss Frieda’s voice cut through the symphony of whimpers and grunts filling the room. “Feel that emptiness. Let it remind you of your place.”

I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the needy sounds threatening to escape. My entire body trembled with unfulfilled desire, every nerve ending screaming for release. The wet slapping sounds of the daddies pleasuring themselves only heightened my arousal, knowing they were about to find their release while we remained desperate and wanting.

Suddenly, I felt the first splash of warm fluid across my lower back. Daddy Kevin groaned deeply, his seed painting my skin in thick, ropey strands. The scent of his cum filled my nostrils, musky and primal. My inner walls clenched violently at the sensation, a fresh wave of wetness gushing from my empty pussy.

“Good girl,” Daddy Kevin panted, his large hand coming to rest on my hip. “Such a pretty little canvas for Daddy’s cum.”

All around the circle, I could hear the other daddies reaching their climaxes. I sensed the last tremors of Daddy Kevin’s orgasm subsiding. The room filled with the mingled scents of sex and sweat, punctuated by the heavy breathing of the daddies as they recovered from their releases. My body still thrummed with frustrated desire, every nerve ending raw and oversensitive.

Miss Frieda circled us one final time. “Excellent work, Daddies,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve given these naughty girls quite the lesson in control and obedience.”

I felt Daddy Kevin’s large hand ghost over my cum-streaked back, sending a shiver down my spine. “Your cunt gave me a good deal of pleasure, little one,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Miss Frieda clapped her hands sharply, the sound echoing in the suddenly quiet room. “Alright, girls. It’s time for you to return to your cells. But first, I want you to thank your daddies properly for the pleasure they’ve given you.”

Shame burned through me as I realized what she meant. Slowly, painfully aware of the sticky fluid coating my skin, I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. I turned to face Daddy Kevin, my eyes level with his still-glistening cock.

“Th-thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. I knelt there, trembling, my eyes level with Daddy Kevin’s softening cock. The musky scent of his release filled my nostrils, making my head swim. I could feel his warm seed cooling on my back, a visceral reminder of my place, my purpose.

“Thank you isn’t enough, little one,” Daddy Kevin’s deep voice rumbled above me. “Show your gratitude properly.”

My cheeks burned with humiliation as I understood his meaning. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. The salty taste of his cum lingered on my lips as I pulled away.

“That’s it, bad girl,” he murmured, his large hand coming to rest on the top of my head. “You’re learning.”

Around the circle, I could hear the other girls murmuring their thanks, the wet sounds of lips on flesh. Miss Frieda made her final round, inspecting our obedience.

“Very good,” she said, her voice cool and satisfied. “Now, Mr. Samuel, would you come and introduce yourself, please?”