Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

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My face blazed like the sun. A strangled whimper escaped my throat as I felt the blunt insistence of Daddy Daniel’s cock against my virgin asshole. My body tensed instinctively, clenching against the intrusion.

“Relax, Amy,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Push out, like you’re going to the bathroom. Your body knows what to do.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified by his crude instructions but desperate to obey. Taking a shaky breath, I bore down, feeling my muscles loosen slightly. Daddy Daniel took advantage immediately, pressing forward with steady, inexorable pressure.

A burning stretch bloomed as the head of his cock breached my tight ring of muscle. I cried out, my fingers scrabbling against the concrete wall for purchase.

“That’s it,” Daddy Daniel praised, his voice strained. “Take it like a good girl.”

Behind us, I heard the sharp crack of Miss Frieda’s strap connecting with flesh, followed by Jenna’s yelp of pain. The sound sent an involuntary shudder through me, causing my muscles to clench around Daddy Daniel’s invading cock.

He groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled.

Inch by agonizing inch, Daddy Daniel worked his thick shaft into my virgin asshole. The stretch burned, a deep ache that radiated through my core. Tears streamed down my face—of discomfort, of arousal, of mortification.

As Daddy Daniel’s cock stretched me, the sharp slaps of Miss Frieda’s strap against Jenna’s upturned bottom fell into a rhythm. Each crack made me flinch, clenching involuntarily around the huge intrusion in my ass.

“Relax, Amy,” Daddy Daniel urged, his voice strained. “The more you tense, the more it will hurt.”

I tried to focus on my breathing, willing my muscles to loosen. Daddy Daniel’s hands gripped my hips tightly as he continued to work his shaft deeper into my tender passage. The burning stretch was intense, bordering on unbearable.

Suddenly, Zoe’s voice rang out from her cell. “Oh, God, Daddy Otto! I’m coming!” Her cries of ecstasy echoed off the concrete walls, filling me with a confusing mix of arousal and shame.

“That’s it, you dirty little slut,” Daddy Otto growled. “Milk my cock with that tight ass.”

The wet sounds of their coupling seemed to grow louder, punctuated by Zoe’s desperate moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. To my horror, I felt a fresh gush of wetness between my thighs. My treacherous body was responding to the sounds of Zoe’s pleasure, even as Daddy Daniel’s cock stretched me to my limits.

“Please,” I whimpered, with no idea of what I might ask for.

“Please what, Amy?” Daddy Daniel asked, his voice low and dangerous. He stilled his hips, his cock buried deep in my aching asshole. “Tell me what you need.”

I whimpered, overwhelmed by the burning stretch in my bottom and the throbbing ache in my pussy. The sounds of Zoe’s orgasm and Jenna’s punishment swirled around me, heightening my conflicted arousal.

“I… I don’t know,” I sobbed, my forehead pressed against the cool concrete. “It hurts, but… but…”

Daddy Daniel’s hand slid around to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. “But what, bad girl? Say it.”

“But I need more,” I finally whispered, shame burning through me at the admission.

He chuckled darkly, his hips starting to move in slow, shallow thrusts. “That’s it, Amy. Let your body tell you what it needs. Your mind might still be resisting, but this hungry little hole knows exactly what it wants.”

As if to prove his point, my inner muscles clenched around his invading cock, drawing him deeper. I moaned, torn between the urge to push him away and the desperate need to take him fully.

“Look at how well you’re taking my cock,” Daddy Daniel praised, his voice husky with arousal. “Such a good girl, opening up for her daddy.”

His words sent an unexpected clench to my pussy. I cried out, and I pushed backward despite the pain.

Daddy Daniel groaned as I moved toward him, taking his cock even deeper into my aching ass. “That’s it, Amy,” he purred, his voice thick with pleasure. “Show me how much you need this.”

It hurt terribly, but my arousal only grew with the fiery stretching. Each thrust sent jolts of electricity through my body, a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping.

“Please,” I whimpered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. More? Less? For it to stop entirely? My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting desires.

Daddy Daniel’s hand snaked around my hip, his fingers finding my swollen clit. I jerked at the contact, a strangled moan escaping my lips.

“So wet,” he murmured, his skilled fingers circling my sensitive nub. “Your pussy is dripping, Amy. Does getting your virgin ass fucked turn you on this much?”

I shook my head in denial, even as my hips rocked back to meet his thrusts. Shame burned through me at my body’s eager response. How could I be enjoying this?

From nearby, I heard Jenna’s cries grow louder as Miss Frieda continued her punishment. The sharp crack of the strap against flesh seemed to echo in my ears, each impact making me clench involuntarily around Daddy Daniel’s invading cock.

“Focus, Amy,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his voice low and stern in my ear. “Feel every inch of my cock stretching that tight little hole of yours. This is what happens to naughty girls who steal.”

His fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. The dual sensations—the burning stretch in my ass and the jolts of pleasure from my clit—were overwhelming. I felt myself spiraling higher, shame and arousal warring within me.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it like the bad girl you are. Let everyone hear how much you love getting your ass fucked.”

As if on cue, a loud moan escaped my lips. The sound echoed off the concrete walls, mingling with Jenna’s cries and the wet slapping of Daddy Daniel’s hips against my reddened cheeks.

“Please,” I sobbed, no longer sure what I was begging for. “Please, Daddy!”

His grip on my hip tightened as he pounded into me harder. “Please what, Amy? Tell Daddy what you need.”

The pressure was building, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to crash over me. “I need… I need to come!” I wailed, past caring who heard my shameful admission.

“Not yet,” Daddy Daniel growled. “Bad girls don’t get to come until they’ve learned their lesson. Have you learned yours, Amy?”

I nodded frantically.

“Yes! Yes, I’ve learned my lesson!” I cried out desperately, my body trembling on the edge of release.

Daddy Daniel’s fingers stilled on my clit, denying me that final push over the edge. “Tell me what you’ve learned, Amy,” he demanded, his hips never slowing their punishing rhythm. “I want to hear you say it.”

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to form coherent thoughts. The relentless pounding of Daddy Daniel’s cock in my ass and the throbbing ache in my neglected pussy made it hard to focus.

“I… I’ve learned that stealing is wrong,” I whimpered. “That I had other options. That I deserve to be punished for my crimes.”

“And?” Daddy Daniel prompted, his voice stern.

“And… and that bad girls only get fucked with very sore bottoms,” I sobbed, shame burning through me at the admission.

Daddy Daniel’s fingers resumed their assault on my clit, circling the sensitive nub with practiced skill. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now, come for Daddy. Show everyone how much you love being fucked in your naughty little asshole.”

The permission was all I needed. The dam broke, and pleasure crashed over me in overwhelming waves. I screamed, my body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me.

My inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Daddy Daniel’s hardness, milking his cock as he continued to pound into my aching ass. Shame and ecstasy warred within me as I came harder than I ever had before, my cries echoing off the concrete walls.

“That’s it, dirty girl,” Daddy Daniel growled, his hips never slowing. “Come on my cock like the anal slut you are.”

His crude words only intensified my orgasm, drawing it out until I thought I might pass out from the overwhelming sensations. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges as pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced coursed through my trembling body.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, I felt Daddy Daniel’s rhythm falter. He groaned deeply, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in my abused hole.

“Take it all,” he snarled, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed.

I whimpered, feeling the warmth spread deep inside me. My cheeks burned with humiliation at the realization that I was being used as nothing more than a receptacle for his pleasure. Yet my traitorous body clenched around him, drawing out every last drop.

As the aftershocks of my intense climax faded, I realized that Zoe’s and Jenna’s ordeals had come to an end. I became vaguely aware of movement and voices around me. My senses, which had narrowed to the overwhelming sensations in my body, gradually expanded to take in my surroundings once more.

Miss Frieda’s crisp voice cut through the haze. “Alright, girls. That’s enough excitement for now. Line up and follow me to the cafeteria for breakfast.”

I heard the shuffling of bare feet on concrete as the other bad girls hurried to obey. The sharp click of Miss Frieda’s heels echoed off the walls as she led them away. A part of me longed to join them, to escape the intensity of what had just happened, but Daddy Daniel’s firm grip on my hips kept me in place.

From somewhere to my left, I heard Daddy Otto’s deep voice. “I’ll see you at breakfast in the guesthouse, Daniel. Don’t be too long with your new toy.”

Daddy Daniel chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and into my body where we were still intimately connected. “I won’t be long, Otto. Just need to make sure my bad girl understands her place.”

As Otto’s footsteps faded away, Daddy Daniel slowly withdrew from my aching bottom. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and exposed. His seed trickled from my well-fucked hole, a visceral reminder of what had just transpired.

Daddy Daniel gently turned me around, his blue eyes scanning my tearstained face. Without a word, he scooped me up into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest. I felt small and deliciously powerless as he carried me back into my cell, his warmth seeping into my trembling body as I wondered how this sudden gentleness could be real.

The harsh fluorescent lights seemed to soften as we entered the small space. Daddy Daniel sat down on the narrow cot, adjusting me so that I was curled up in his lap. My bottom burned where it pressed against his thighs, a constant reminder of the thorough paddling and fucking I’d just received.

I felt his semen leaking out of me, warm and sticky, onto his expensive trousers. The physical sensation, coupled with the emotional weight of what had just transpired, proved too much. A sob bubbled up from deep in my chest, and suddenly I was crying uncontrollably.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Let it all out, sweetheart. You’ve been good for me.”

His tender words only made me cry harder. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent as my tears soaked into his shirt collar. My body shook with the force of my sobs, years of pent-up emotion pouring out of me.

Daddy Daniel held me close, one arm wrapped securely around my waist and the other around my shoulders.

“That’s it, honey,” he soothed. “That’s it.”