It was dark and her harness itched. Natalie leaned against the bars of her cage. The iron was cool in the dark basement. Muted lights let her see the outline of the stairs leading down. She waited, like a good girl, for Daddy to come back. She’d failed and he’d left her in darkness for a day. She hoped he would come soon, she was sorry and wanted to see him again. Wanted to feel his hands on her, wanted to feel him want her. She’d asked Evelyn to play with her, to come home to her Daddy, but Evelyn had said no. Natalie regretted not tricking her, lying to get her to come home. Maybe drugging her so that Daddy could come get them. She hadn’t and Daddy didn’t get to use Evelyn like he’d wanted. He’d told Natalie that he wanted all her little friends, one at a time, and then together. Natalie had been dropping hints for months with them, but they were silly little girls and either didn’t understand or didn’t want her Daddy. She was certain it was the first. Only a stupid silly girl wouldn’t want her Daddy to touch them, to use them like only a strong Daddy can.
She hadn’t been allowed to cum since she’d failed to bring Evelyn home. It had only been a day, but she was wet with the need for release. Normally, Daddy made her cum for him several times a day. He liked how it made her compliant and kept her wet and smelling like a ready pet. Daddy loved her and gave her many games to play and many nicknames to let her know which game he wanted. He really wanted to watch her play with a friend. She wanted to do it for him, to feel his hungry eyes on her while her face was buried between Evelyn’s thighs. She wanted to please him so bad, to taste his cum as it leaked out of her friend’s smooth pussy.
Natalie whimpered. It was dark and she was scared of Daddy being angry when he came back. He was not angry with her often, but she didn’t often fail him like this. She gave him everything he wanted, almost everything. She was still working on taking her beatings well. It was hard when he used the single tail, but he loved the marks on her pale skin. Loved hearing her cries of pain. Loved seeing her mascara tracks on her cheeks. Most of all he loved when she went limp in her bonds, sagging toward the floor. He only ever gave her ten lashes after she sagged. Ten to make sure she was really done. Ten to let her know that just because she’d given in didn’t mean it was over. Her body was for his pleasure. It was hard to be a good little girl, but she loved Daddy, loved pleasing him. That’s why the failure was so hard. Some days he locked her in the basement for fun, to get her excited to be used roughly. Today she knew she was being ignored and that hurt, worse than a lash. Most lashes anyway, some were fire that blotted out her mind, left her gasping. Daddy always turned that into wanting. He’d broken her mind with pain and orgasms. Now her little cunt clenched when she even thought about whippings. After she gave in, sagged and her mind was gone, Daddy always made her cum. She would cum until her eyes went dark and she made continuous little huffing noises of exhausted pleasure. Daddy loved that, it was his favorite, just like she was. Daddy loved her the most of all, it’s why she wanted to bring little girls home for him. Daddy deserved it. He deserved them all.
Light peaked under the door. Daddy was home. Light spilled down the stairs when the door opened. Daddy was coming for her. Natalie’s breath got quick in her chest. She breathed shallow in the tight bonds. Her breasts were bound, nipples hooked together with a long rod outside the cage. It kept her in place while she waited for him. He liked her helpless, stiff when fresh from her cage, hungry from the tugging on her sensitive tits. Daddy always wanted her, always wanted her to want him. It was why he had so many games for her to play, why he’d trained her so young. She didn’t like it always, especially at first, but Daddy had broken her in slowly using her pleasure to pull her inexorably deeper into his fantasies. Now she craved being used by him. Her tummy fluttered as she thought about his cum squirting hot and deep into her tight cock sleeve. The creaking stairs snapped her mind back. Daddy was here. Daddy might be angry, she needed to be ready to apologize with her body, to show him she was thankful for being trained and sorry for not having another little cunt for him to use. He’d wanted her to eat cum from another pussy for so long now. Daddy’s feet scuffed on the stairs and she watched patiently, shifting in her harness that held her against the top of the cage. Her puffy pussy poked out the back like her nipples poked out the front. She wasn’t gagged, but she didn’t speak. Daddy always spoke first, it let her know his mood and her place.
“Hello sweetling.” Daddy’s voice caressed her. She shivered, rattling her nipple bar across the cage.Natalie looked up at her Daddy, waiting, hoping to be let out so she could offer herself to him in apology. He deserved better from her, she would be better, she would start now by giving him everything he wanted from her. Next time she wouldn’t ask her friend. Next time she’d help Daddy take her. Maybe they would keep her. Daddy had extra cages. Every time he started liking one of her friends he made a cage and collar for her. She knew Daddy wanted to collect them all as pets. Natalie wanted them too. Wanted to be the best of them. She wanted to use them as much as Daddy did. Her pussy dripped a strand of desire down to the floor. With the light on, Daddy saw it too. “What have you been thinking pet?” Daddy asked her.
“Daddy, I want you to use me so badly. I want to taste your cum, I want to feel it flood into me. Please Daddy, let me out so I can be a good girl.” Daddy’s smile was brief, just a flash to let her know he loved when she was good. Then he touched his zapper to her nipple bar. The pain was fast, a white flash between her tits. She squealed, jerking her nipples hard against the cage. She looked at him plaintively, bottom lip quivering. Daddy shocked her again. She tried hard not to flinch, but she did, jerking her nipples again. A small sob escaped while she recovered.
“Ow, Daddy, it hurts.” her voice was small in the half light. Another trail of wetness dripped to the floor. Natalie hung her head. Another sticky, strand of desire leaked down. She couldn’t help it. She smelled Daddy now. She could smell his erection. She was hot inside, ready for him, leaking with her need to be used. Her mouth went dry as she thought about him inside her. Bad girl, bad. Daddy uses his little girls, little girls don’t use Daddy. They cum when they’re told. Natalie bit her trembling lip and looked up.
“Pet, you know I wanted her. I told you I did. I told you to bring her home, but you didn’t. I’m very disappointed.” She wanted to curl into a ball. It hurt to fail Daddy. She’d never convinced a girl to come home with her. She had tried a little, but was scared they wouldn’t be her friends. Daddy wanted her to have friends too, but Daddy wanted to share her friends. It was important to him. It should be more important to her.
“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t do a good job. I should have, and I didn’t. I’m really sorry. I...I want to make it up to you. Will you let me, Daddy? I know Evelyn isn’t here, but...but maybe we can do some of the things you wanted to do with her? Maybe you can cum in me and I will drink it? Please, Daddy? I’m so sorry.” She looked up at him pitifully, desperate for him to forgive her. Desperate to be used like she was meant to be. Her soaked pussy was only good if Daddy used it. Her swollen tits only good if he wanted to play with them, to hurt them or milk her. She was his toy and she hadn’t been played with in too long. It let the dark loneliness of the basement sink inside her. It made her cold. She was a hot blooded pet and she needed her Daddy. Needed him to hurt her so he could cum harder, give her his load so she could feel loved.
“I know you’re sorry. You always are when you’re down here. But nothing has changed. This is two now that you haven’t helped me put in their cages. Mandy and now Evelyn. I’m frustrated pet, really frustrated. I know you want to be good, that you’re just scared. That’s the thing, you’re too scared of other people, other rules. I need your mind to change. I’m not sure how to do it. You know I’ve tried a lot of things. It must be time for something new. I need to find a way to break down what you care about and remake it properly. I need to you to be what I want, always, all the way.” He sighed and leaned against her cage. It was tall enough that he could use her from behind if he wanted. She hoped he would. Knew he wouldn’t, not now, not when she needed to be fixed. Broken and fixed. That’s how it always went. Daddy had to tear her down to retrain her. She had resisted him again. She hadn’t meant to, but she was scared of her friends being mad at her if she asked them to be pets for Daddy. He’d even said that lots of little girls didn’t understand they were for Daddy’s to use. That they should enjoy it, or be taught to. He’d started her early, and she loved him for it. She was sad for the girls that didn’t have Daddies, but not sad enough to force them. Not yet, and she needed to be strong enough, it would make Daddy happy and he deserved it. He deserved everything from her.
“I know, Daddy.” She swallowed hard, being trained was never easy. It always hurt. He had to hurt her past the point of thinking, past the point of resistance, until she was deep in submission, accepting everything he did to her. Sometimes he would tell her to cum through the pain. She always tried, she didn’t always succeed without help. But, Daddy had ways to make sure she came when he wanted, it was part of why he needed her, to hear her cum noises. It made him happy. “Will you...will you train me today?” She forced a smile, frail hope lighting her eyes. “It would make me happy if you did. Train me, I mean, to be better. I don’t want to fail again. I don’t want to think about anything but what you want. Please?” She tried to push her tits out and get her pussy out of the cage so that he could see she was extending herself into the ‘use me’ posture she’d been taught. She opened her mouth last and looked up at him, plaintive with need.
“Yes, pet, we will start today. I doubt we will finish. It’s my failing too, for being so gentle with you. You still think of the little girls the wrong way. Without a Daddy they aren’t complete. They’re free to be taken. I need to to understand that. You have to believe it without thinking or you won’t act properly. You need to think of them like you think of yourself, a pet, a toy, a wonderfully slick sleeve for me to jerk off with.” She nodded, scraping her breasts against the cage. He hadn’t milked her yesterday and they hurt. She hoped he would milk her soon. He wanted to share her milk with a farm of little girls, but she hadn’t brought he girls. He’d made her lactate and her tits had swollen from it. She loved their new size, but knew that Daddy wanted the other girls to nurse from her. There were supposed to be other girls here now, but she’d failed Daddy. She didn’t want to fail anymore.
“Anything you want, Daddy. I’ll do it all.” She hung her head down. He wouldn't use her now. He withheld his cum from her when she needed training. It was how he stayed strong enough to hurt her the way she needed. She knew it was hard on him to train her properly. He loved her so much that he didn’t like hurting her this way. She wished she had been braver, had slipped the powder into Evelyn’s juice, but she hadn’t. Now Daddy had to help her learn to be stronger, to think properly. She hoped she was ready, she hoped she could do it.
“It’s not what I want, pet. It’s what you need”. He touched her cheek gently. Natalie looked up. His face was soft. It was almost always soft when he looked at her. It kept her warm inside, warm where she was cold now, right in her heart where she kept Daddy’s love.
“Yes, Daddy”, she whispered. “I want to be good for you. Please make me a better pet. I want you to have the others like you deserve. Let me do anything until I get them, please? To make it up to you?” Her eyes filled with tears. She really was sorry. She wanted him to see how bad she felt when she let him down. It was always like this when she failed. He didn’t love her less, she just needed to be trained and that required Daddy to work hard on her. He didn’t always want to, but now he had to and it was her fault. She could be better, Daddy would train her and it would help, but it was on her to do it right next time. Even if she had to strangle Evelyn unconscious and drag her back she’d do it. Daddy wanted another pet and she would bring it for him.
He smiled at her as he unlocked the door to her cage. “I do love you pet, I’m not going to hurt you because I’m mad. I promise.” He slid her nipple bar out, opened the cage door to free her heavy breasts and then slid the rod back through her nipples and secured the end. She could see a fine sheen of milk on it. Leaking for Daddy. Maybe he would have her be a cow later. She loved to be milked while he used her. If she was good he would even use a fucking machine on her. A light smack brought her back. Her eyes focused on Daddy. He looked frustrated. “Focus, pet. You need to keep your mind here now, it needs shaping.”
“Yes, Daddy” her lip quivered again and small tears worked their way along her cheeks. She wasn’t doing well today.
Daddy unhooked her legs, then her arms and let her get down on all fours. She trembled on the floor, her whole body sore and tight from being bound so long. The blood tingled into her feet and hands. They felt like tacs. She wanted Daddy to use the tacs on her again. Maybe if she was good. She wanted to nuzzle his cock through his pants, but she swayed when she leaned forward. Her paws were asleep and she wasn’t able to move well yet. Natalie hung her head and rested, letting feeling return with its painful tingling. She felt something tighten around her neck. Too tight, and then loosen. She looked up at Daddy, uncertain.
“A training collar. Until you’ve filled at least one cage.” Daddy told her. He was holding something she didn’t recognize. He held it out so she could see it. It had a dial, one through ten, and two buttons. One with a sound icon and one with a lightning bolt. A shock collar. Natalie licked her lips. She loved being shocked, but not too hard. It was a weakness she was working on, taking more for Daddy, but it scared her. She heard the lock click into place at the back of her neck. She swallowed. Until a cage was filled he said. She hoped he’d train her well so she could be brave and bring a girl back soon.
“This tone pet,” he pressed a button and her collar beeped, “is either a warning or a summons. If you’re not near me, come. If you are near me, think about what you’re doing and fix it.” She nodded. He moved the dial, it clicked several times. “This is level one, we will start there, but we will move on.” He pressed the button, she squeaked, hands going to her neck. “Hands down, be good.” He held the button down, her neck burned like it was being pierced with fire. She couldn’t get a finger under the collar, she felt the bulge of the device that hurt her. She whimpered, clawing at it. “Hands down, now.” Daddy spoke slowly, his voice getting flat. She wanted to obey, but it hurt, she needed it off, she was choking. She fell over as she struggled at the collar.
“Daddy, please.” She cried up at him.
“Hush, hands down.” Snuffling, she stopped clawing at the collar and put her hands down to the floor. The pain stopped. Her eyes were wet, tear tracks dropping salt between her lips. She licked and tasted them. She’d been bad, it hurt to be bad. “I need you to focus. This is going to be a long day and there will be many long days until you’re ready. I’m sorry I didn’t train you enough before, but we can’t go back. We can fix it now, if you’re willing to be good. Will you be good for me?” His thumb was still on the button. She nodded.
“Yes, Daddy” she could barely hear herself. He blessed her with a small smile. Natalie folded her arms under her tits like he liked, pushing them up and together. Milk trickled from her nipples and between her breasts. “Please, Daddy, I want to be good.”
“I know you do sweetling. I’ll help you” He clipped a leash onto her collar and led her to her pony. He tugged her up to kneeling. Her tummy was warming up again. Daddy was here, he still loved her and now she could suffer pretty for him. He loved watching her, she could feel it radiating when she suffered. It was a drug for her a painful, joint weakening wonder. She needed to suffer for Daddy. It got her ready to be used, to cum on command. She loved when she came when told, it filled her with pride that she could obey Daddy and give him her little girl cums. He loved to hear her cry out after she’d been tenderized on the pony. Daddy clipped ropes to her breast bindings. She blinked away the last of the tears and smiled. It hurt when he used her breasts to hoist her up onto the pony, but it was the best way. Most times he would stretch her between her tit suspension and her bruised cunt on the pony. It was magical. He would pet her and, she shivered remembering how she’d ridden last time. He had kept her partly suspended, her tits bulging and purple while her soft pussy lips were smashed against the wood of the pony. Daddy had even put weights on her, pulling her down inexorably. He’d rocked her, alternating pressure between her clit and asshole. She’d sobbed for him after a while. He had groped her hard while she cried, telling her how lovely she was when she suffered for him. She knew he filmed her sessions down here. Someday she wanted to see. He said she could after she taught a friend to suffer pretty, after she was a pet that used other pets.
The rope tugged on her tits and she was pulled off balance. She lifted a leg to stand and her collar beeped. Quickly, she went back to her knees, off balance and leaning forward. Her tits squirted milk. It hurt. She could see them darkening, swelling as her weight constricted them. Her pussy clenched, Daddy was using her. Natalie leaned forward farther, letting the tightness of the rope milk her swollen tits. With he eyes closed she didn’t see Daddy move behind her. She felt his hands lift her ankles and heard the snap of more locks. She couldn’t straighten her legs now. Daddy wanted her whole weight on her cunt today.
“Good pet,” she felt his mouth on her breast, sucking milk from her. Her pussy clenched again and she nearly came.
“Daddy, may I cum for you?” she mewled.
“Just once.” He stroked her head, “keep your eyes closed.” Natalie kept her eyes closed, she could do that, she was a good pet. Daddy wanted her to cum and then to suffer. She felt light headed, let her weight fall forward more, all on her tits, like it should be. She felt them stretch, nipples swelling painfully. Daddy’s tongue was rough, he bit her. She came, gurgle choking out of her throat as she convulsed.
“God, Daddy” she gasped before her voice gave way to squeaks and mewls of pleasure. She was a good pet, she could cum for Daddy. Her pussy squished as she clenched. It was empty, Daddy might fill it soon. She could feel her girl cums leaking down her thighs. She shifted to press her legs together. Daddy’s released her tit and spread her legs again. She flushed with embarrassment and complied. She was so exposed for him. She loved it. It frightened her. She wanted Daddy to take everything from her, make her feel the shame and cum through it. She wanted to be his pet forever.
The rope tightened again and her tits stretched up. They looked like bubbles roped to her. Daddy cranked again and her knees came off the ground. She held her legs open while she dripped, girl cum puddling on the floor under her. It was Daddy’s cum now, she was a leaky mess, just like he wanted. He lifted her slowly savoring how she twisted slowly, her breasts rising almost to her face. Natalie leaned her head back and sighed her release. She loved it, weightless on her tits. She wanted to cum again, felt her insides tingle.
“Daddy…” she whispered.
“Not yet.” he told her. She groaned in frustration. When she opened her eyes, she was above the pony. She’d floated here, loving the strain on her tits. Would Evelyn love it as much? She’d better, Daddy only worked this hard on good girls. Evelyn would be good, Natalie would make sure. Next time. Next time she would be brave and take her for Daddy. She felt his hands guiding her over the pony. She licked her lips expectantly, anticipating the kiss of the wood between her thighs. Pussies needed to be bruised, tenderized. Daddy had taught her. She knew this much, she was good at this. She loved when he tenderized her. He almost always used her after. If she’d broken a record, he would lick her until her mind melted. That was the best. Daddy loved seeing her fall apart after the tenderizing.
“Daddy?” she asked quietly.
“Yes pet?”
“Please break me all the way. I want to be brave and get the girls for you. I want you to teach them what you teach me.. How to be good, how to suffer pretty. I’ll keep them in their cages for you. I’ll get them ready when you want. Please, please, Daddy? Make me a better girl, a better pet. I want to be your toy forever.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
“Yes, pet. We won’t stop until you lose your mind today. It will be good for both of us.” He stroked her cheek and lowered her onto the pony. It was blunted, but still felt like it cut into her swollen lips. She tried to press down, more of a wiggle because she had no leverage. Milk sprayed from her as she moved and she came the tiniest bit. Then the shock came. Natalie thrashed, the fire from the collar burning away all her thoughts. Her pussy drooled on the pony, her tummy spasmed and she squealed, jerking hard enough on the ropes that her tits burned too. Thin streams of milk squirting from her.
“I told you to cum once.” He released the button. “Five seconds for each extra you take.” She heard the control click, he’d moved the dial. She took a shaky breath, focused on her cunt. She wiggled to get better contact spread across her lips. It was best when they bruised evenly. From behind her, Daddy slipped something over her head. She held still to help him, she was a good girl. Her hood slid into place and kept her in darkness. It was going to be a long day, but after she would be a better toy. And Daddy would use her, she could tell from the way he touched her, fierce and possessive. She liked when her Daddy acted this way. It mean the would use her until he was satisfied. He would make her cum until his ego was full on her body’s submission. Between rounds of orgasms he would whip her to make his cock harder. When she was limp, he would thrust into her, tell her stories of how he wanted to rape her friends. How they would own them together. She always came when he told the story of her using Evelyn. She wanted to break the little bitch in front of Daddy.
She felt the weights go onto her her leg straps. It felt like the pony was pushing up into her. It spread her lips apart, forced her thighs open. Her breasts were tugged a bit more, but she couldn’t sink onto the pony, no matter how well it opened her, it just bruised her soft parts better. She sighed and when the last of her breath escaped, it was a whimper. The pressure increased as Daddy added more weight. It felt like more than she’d ever had. If it wasn’t now, it would be at some point, she needed firmer training. Natalie squirmed, clenching her butt and trying to lift off the wood. It worked for a second, but the weight was too much and forced her open. It still felt better to clench. She knew it wasn’t what Daddy wanted, but it was hard to surrender to the pony. Fractionaly, she relaxed herself and took the pain. She could only do it for a few seconds before she tightened up to lessen the pain. The collar beeped, Daddy wanted her to suffer. She tried to relax and couldn’t. The shock came. Her body spasmed, pulling on her tits and crushing her clit as she curled forward. Her cry was nearly silent, reedy as her throat tightened from the shock. When it stopped, she felt a hand on her back.
“Relax. Let it take you. Suffer pretty for me.” Natalie choked on a sob and relaxed her legs and ass. The pony cleaved deep between her lips and crushed them against her thighs. It felt like she was being split. She could feel the tightness in her lungs, her sobs were building. It hurt so much to be a good girl. Daddy stroked her: face, breasts, ass, even rubbing her clit. It gave her strength to be good. This was what Daddy wanted, she needed to want it too. She would break so Daddy could make her better.
“Please, Daddy, more weight. I want to be your best little girl.” Silence for a moment, then she heard him move. Metal clanked and she felt her legs pushed farther apart. More clanking and the pressure of weight pulled her down. She cried out as Daddy pushed her forward onto her clit. The sobs broke free, claiming her, making her shudder. Her tears bled through the hood. She wanted Daddy to see them, but she couldn’t speak it hurt too much. Between her legs was for Daddy. She was his to use, however he wanted. She was...she was...she couldn’t think anymore, she just cried. Again more weight, her whole cunt opening screaming. She was bruising inside and her clit was a beacon of agony while she rode. The rope on her tits relaxed. Relief flooded through her engorged breasts and her focus intensified on her pussy. No pull on her tits to distract her, more weight crushing her down onto her cunt. Daddy’s cunt. Daddy’s hole. She hoped he’d use her soon, he felt so good when he pain fucked her after the pony. His cum slathering her insides was worth anything.
He tilted her back, she choked on a sob, coughing it out in relief as her clit swelled with blood. Painful, but better than the crushing. She heard a buzzing before she felt the vibrator on her. Sobs turned to pants.
“Cum for me pet. It’s time.” Daddy stroked her tits, pinched her nipples and rocked her against the vibrator, lightly crushing her clit each time.Natalie gasped, gurgled. Daddy bit her nipple and she curled in on herself. It pulled the rope on her tits tight and she grunted.
“Cum pet. Cum for me.” Daddy licked her nipples again and she came, body clenching into a ball, crushing her clit. It burned the orgasm deep into her. Deep inside she felt it clench in her cunt, Daddy’s favorite hole. She moaned long and wordlessly while he squeezed her tits, milking her while she came, vibrator incessant on her clit. She panted short breaths, trying to stop the cumming. In the back of her mind she knew it would hurt more when she was done. Daddy wanted to break that part of her, destroy the part that thought about more than what he played with. He wanted a compliant set of holes. He loved torturing her. She had to love it too, all of it. She came, harder this time. Her hips thrashed as she rode the vibrator and pony. Her girl cum leaked down the slanted wooden sides, dripped to the floor where puddled in a sticky wet evidence of her slavery. Daddy kept the vibrator on her.
“Huh, huh, huh, D-d-daddy, please. I...please, Daddeee.” He shocked her, briefly. Enough to choke off speech and start the next orgasm. She was his, he knew how to make her cum, just how much he could hurt her and she could still push out an orgasm. She choked on her next cry, voice breaking into a hiss as she came too hard. Her pussy exploded in pleasure that was followed by pain. The buzzing stopped. Daddy rubbed her clit gently and rocked her onto it. The sobs returned. Natalie shook. Her legs were stretched open by a bar. He’d put the weights on it to crush her mind, but her cunt had to go first. Breaking was always hard. She hung her head and sniffle sobbed while Daddy petted her back and tits. He held her tummy while she cried. Time stretched thin and faded. Daddy’s hands held her. Daddy owned her. If he could hurt her deeper, bruise her inside better. She wiggled her hips crying out each time. Several tries later she had planted herself better on the pony. It hurt more now. She was good, hurting for Daddy.
He saw what she’d done and pressed the vibrator onto her clit again. She sighed, she was good. A good pet, good to watch, good to hurt.
“Oh, god,” she came again, a small one, but even so the rush of blood to her pussy made her light headed. She put her hands down to steady herself, taking some weight from her pussy hole. She lurched forward when the shock came, gurgling in pain. She scrabbled at her throat for the source, blinded by the burning in her neck. She could see white, only white. It stopped and she felt cold metal on her wrist, heard small clicks. Daddy pulled her hands behind her and she felt metal on her other wrist, heard the clicks again. He did something and her hands pulled up snug into her back, away from the pony. Natalie struggled, her wrists burned in the cuffs. Daddy pushed her forward onto her clit. She stopped, held still. He held her firm. Stroked her nipples with his other hand.
“Relax. Let it happen, it won’t stop, not til you’re gone.” She quivered. Gone? It was her Daddy, he loved her, he wanted to use her better so she needed to be better. Natalie took a shaky breath and relaxed, giving into the weight pulling her down onto her pussy, crushing her clit and driving bruises deeper inside her. The bruises belonged inside her, they helped Daddy cum harder. She would show him what a good painslut she was, now while she suffered on the pony and later while he used her bruised cum slot. She wanted that fuck to hurt as much as he did. If he let her cum from it she pass out. She knew he wanted that, wanted to cum in unconscious girls. She couldn’t blame him, they were lovely limp things. She wanted one herself, had even fantasized about using Evelyn after drugging her. She would fuck her hard with a ribbed dildo, bruising her cunt for Daddy. Rape them for Daddy. All for Daddy.
He stroked her back, cupped her swollen tits, rubbed her belly softly. He loved her belly, holding it. He especially loved seeing his cock poke a bulge in her tummy when he fucked her. She leaned to nuzzle him, whined at the change in pressure.
“Good girl. I’ll be back soon. You suffer pretty for the camera. You have big fans, they love when you cry.” He slipped her hood off, it was damp wit her tears. She looked for Daddy, desperate to see him before he left.
“Please don’t go, Daddy, I’ll be good, I promise.” she nuzzled her face in his chest, breathing his scent. He was the best daddy.
“You will be good, and I will leave. Watch the camera.“ He showed her his phone, she saw them on the screen. “I’ll know when it’s time to come get you, just watch the camera.” She looked up at him, biting back more tears.
“Yes, Daddy.” It hurt to say it this time. She hated when he left. Natalie swallowed, now was the time to prove she was a good toy. This was a test. She would suffer for the camera. For her fans? She had fans? “OK, Daddy, I will be good.” He kissed her head, nose and lips. Lingering on the last.
“Good girl. Cum if you can, extra points if you do, I don’t think you can.” Daddy kissed her again and walked up the stairs, closing the door. She rode the pony by the light of the camera. She had fans, they were watching her. Daddy was watching her. Daddy wanted her cum, he wanted it now when it hurt so bad. She tightened her ass, rocked her hips to rub her clit. Her mouth turned down into a frown. Dark tear streaks colored her cheeks. She rocked as she rode, intent on giving Daddy her cum. He’d earned it. He spent so much time with her. Hours it seemed he had been with her while she rode. She rode faster, rubbing herself raw to build the pleasure. Her cheeks flushed as she grew close. Her frown gave way to pants. Natalie squeezed her eyes shut and thought of Daddy using her without asking. Taking her forcefully while she cried no. Cried for him to stop. Pressure built inside her, pushing down to her bruised and swollen lips. She leaned forward to crush her clit, imagining Daddy pinning her and shoving his Cunt Breaker into her hard.
“Guhhh.” She came. The pain made it intense. The camera light dimmed and she slumped forward, upright only because she hung by her tits. Feebly she lifted her head and stared at the red eye of the camera. More than whispered, she mouthed “I love you, Daddy.” then her head drooped and she surrendered to darkness. She was Daddy’s special girl. She loved him so much. She would be worth all the training, she would suffer for him, endlessly. As her cunt crushed inexorably into the pony, she was happy. Then she was gone, limp and ready for Daddy to claim her.
