One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin ebony dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his foot rest, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older woman had a magic wand vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her Master. Another woman knelt before her master, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A girl in a pink teddy, with pink cuffs about her wrists connected by a gold chain, perched on her Master’s lap. Another good girl for her daddy.
They all stared at me, the men’s eyes hungry, devouring my youthful body. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his chair. He rested his hand over the top of her hair, like he would with a dog, and she smiled, enjoying the touch.
The man rose, his cock pierced by a gold ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his body strong. He stopped before me. I couldn’t help staring at his dick. His hand reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.
“Master Mark has brought his new girl to play,” the man said. “Melody wants to be a good girl for her Daddy. She wants to work hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you can’t cum in her holes, only on her body. Her daddy wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied.”
He did?
I trembled as the dick throbbed so hard before me. What would it be like to feel a dick pierced with a ring fucking me? Daddy wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to lust after them. To enjoy what would happen today.
“Let’s all welcome Melody,” the man said, bending down, his lips nearing mine, “before the slut’s a complete mess.”
My pussy clenched. I was a slut. Daddy’s slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips strong. A trickle of juices dripped down my thighs, my body shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.
And then the man broke the kiss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every direction. Men seized my face, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by rough fingers. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart beating faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.
And Daddy watched, his arms folded, his eyes hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blurt out my safe word–red light–and end the entire event. But I wouldn’t. I would prove to him that I was his slave.
The final Master to kiss me was the Black man, his hard dick rubbing into my stomach. His White slave girl, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebony hands stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.
Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my body flushed. So far, this wasn’t so bad. I could handle being kissed and touched by other men. It would make Daddy so happy. He came to me, seizing my hair again, a pleased smile on his lips.
And then Daddy led me to the St. Andrew’s Cross. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the bottom. Boots thudded behind me. The other masters moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to watch as Daddy seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the first manacle.
I trembled, facing away from the crowd, but so aware of them watching.
I heard wet sucking as slaves pleased their masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton moan. Flesh slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetter and wetter as Daddy seized my other wrist and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.
“You ready, honey?” Daddy whispered, pressing against me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned back.
Daddy bent down and jerked my right ankle to the foot restraint, cinching it tight. I felt open now, my shaved pussy on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.
“Look at the slut drip,” a man boomed. “She’s eager to be flogged.”
“She’s a good girl,” a giggly voice said. “She wants to make her Daddy happy.”
“Mmm, yes, she does,” groaned a man. “That ass was made to be flogged. Look at how round it is.”
“Beautiful.”
“She’s wiggling her hips. The little slut’s eager. Mark lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom.”
They knew my mom? Did that mean she had been in this dungeon? Had she fucked other men while Daddy watched? Had she been chained to this very St. Andrew’s Cross and flogged for the amusement of the others?
She had. And now I was her replacement. Younger, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sensation while Daddy opened up his duffel bag to pull out his toys. He had more than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, thin and flexible. Last a wooden paddle with holes drilled through its broad surface so it could swing faster and smack harder.
“Whip that ass, Mark,” a guy groaned.
Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made wonderful, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my braid over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could feel the air brushing my body, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.
I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest girl here. Daddy had to be so proud of me.
The first slap of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X pattern. It hit my other shoulder with more of the tail, a thudding smack echoed. Burning warmth radiated out of my back.
He moved in closer, more and more of the flail hitting me. Loud thuds and thwacks echoed as he worked my shoulders and back. I swayed and pulled against my restrains as the warmth built to burning pain.
“Daddy,” I moaned, squirming.
“Look at that ass wiggle. She wants to be spanked there.”
“When she’s ready,” Daddy said.
The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing more and more excited. Juices trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.
And then it changed directions, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower back. I gasped at the thudding impact. I lurched forward, pressing my round breasts into the cold metal of the cross.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
He picked up the pass, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my legs spread wide, sometimes a lash smacked my wet pussy. I gasped “Daddy” each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.
“Oh, yes, Daddy.”
“Do you love it, slut?” he growled, flailing harder, my ass burning.
“So much, Daddy,” I moaned. “You know I do. You know I love it when you lash me. Oh, yes.”
“Listen to her sing,” a slave purred, thick with lust and envy.
“Like a canary.”
The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to strike between my legs. I sucked in breaths each time. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.
“Daddy, can I cum?” I moaned as he smacked my pussy again.
“I don’t know, slut, can you?” The flail smacked my pussy again, my lips aching.
I shuddered, fighting my orgasm. “May I cum, Daddy?”
“You may cum as much as you want today.”
The flail cracked on my pussy.
I gasped and came. I twitched as my punishmentgasm roared through me. My head snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulated, the burning heat keeping the pleasure rippling through me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped over and over. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for the cum.”
“Ooh, lucky girl,” the gigglish girl said. “Oh, Daddy, can I cum, too?”
“Not now,” her Daddy said.
“Daddy,” she whined as my pleasure continued.
And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the cold metal of the cross, shuddering, my body so alive. I couldn’t stop the trembles. I gasped, a hand squeezing my ass.
“Daddy,” I purred as a hard dick pressed against my pussy.
Only this dick had something hard at the tip. Like a ring…
A cock ring.
“You are one hot slut,” the host Master growled before his dick buried into my cunt.
My flesh, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his dick. His ring was hard, caressing my pussy’s walls ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met fifteen minutes ago fucked me.
He buried into me, his balls smacking into my clit, his groin pressing into my burning ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my head lolling about as new pleasure surged through me. He reached around my body, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.
Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his hand, one of the thin and flexible ones. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those hard thrusts.
“What a cunt,” growled the man, his dick pounding me, his groin smacking over and over into my ass. I loved the burning sensation. “So tight and juicy.”
“Thank you for using my young cunt, Sir,” I moaned, my hips undulating, my pussy drinking in the pleasure.
His fingers pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my sensitive flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His dick fucked so deep and hard into me. The cock ring rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.
And Daddy watched.
I was his good girl. I pleased his friend. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, tight, barely legal cunt. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.