DADDY'S BABY

“Have mercy, please… have mercy,” I cried, my voice breaking.

But he only dragged my hair back and kept thrusting into me again and again. Pain shot through my body with every movement.

“Please, master… it hurts so much, please have mercy master.” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.

But he didn’t stop, he kept plunging deeper and deeper with every thrust, by the look in his eyes, he treated me like nothing more than a toy beneath him.

Silence slowly filled the room except for the sound of my ragged breathing and the movement of his body.

“See that, gentlemen?” he said coldly to the men in the room. “If you treat them like slaves, they do nothing but beg and obey. But if you give them a little freedom, they become a thorn in your skin. And then you must teach them a lesson.”

The men around us murmured in agreement, their voices blending into a low noise that made my stomach twist with fear.

“You’re right, Lord Daniel,” someone said. “She only needs to be treated like a slave, she doesn't deserve freedom and is only meant to be used as a toy.”

“She is a slave,” my master replied sharply.

His hand suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me harder against him. My legs trembled, and I clutched the edge of the throne beside me to keep from collapsing.

“You’re nothing but a fucking slut,” he growled, his hand wrapping around my neck and squeezing slightly.

“What are you?” he demanded.

I tried to answer, but my voice broke as tears continued to run down my face.

Before I could speak again, his hands forced my body forward.

Pain shot through me as his movements became rougher.

My breath caught in my throat, and my fingers tightened around the edge of the chair as my body shook.

“I’m your cunt.” I gasped weakly, the words barely leaving my mouth as the pressure and pain mixed together.

“I can’t hear you,” he said coldly. “Say it louder so everyone in this room can hear.”

His hand struck my backside sharply, making my body jerk forward as he forced himself deeper into me.

“I’m your cunt!” I cried out helplessly, my legs shaking beneath me.

“That’s more like it,” he said with cruel satisfaction. “Good girl. I’m going to fill you up.”

He kept pounding into me, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

My breathing became uneven as my body struggled to keep up with the force of his movements.

“Mm… fuck… please, master,” I cried, though my voice sounded weak and broken.

But he only moved faster, gripping my waist tightly as his cock slid in and out of me in a harsh rhythm.

My legs trembled uncontrollably.

“I’m fucking you so good,” he groaned.

Then his body stiffened suddenly as he released inside me, warmth spread through me as he let out a heavy breath. He pulled out roughly and pushed me away.

My body collapsed to the floor, my arms barely catching me as I rolled weakly onto my side.

“Get up,” he ordered harshly. “Come suck me again.”

My whole body trembled as I slowly pushed myself up from the floor, my knees felt weak beneath me, but I forced myself to crawl toward him.

He stood there, his cock still hard and pointing at me.

Waiting.

And I knew I had no choice but to obey.

I took his hardened cock into my hand and stroked it slowly.

“It’s time now, you’re going to make me cum,” he said with a low voice.

“I’m going to fill you,” he added.

My hands trembled slightly as I wrapped them around him. I moved them slowly up and down his shaft. My lips touched the tip before I finally took him into my mouth.

I sucked carefully, tasting him as my tongue slid around him. I pulled back slowly before pushing forward again, letting my head move up and down his length.

“Gentlemen… you see how good she is,” he said to the men watching.

He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my head closer.

I gasped slightly as the tip pushed deeper into my mouth. The pressure made my throat tighten while I tried to breathe through my nose.

“Fuck…” he groaned.

He grabbed my face and held me in place while continuing to thrust slowly. My body trembled as saliva slipped down my lips and tears gathered at the corners of my eyes.

“Keep going… I’m almost there,” he said.

I continued sucking him, moving my tongue around him while my hands tightened around his length.

The room felt heavy and silent except for his breathing.

“Fuck… that’s so good,” he moaned.

My head moved up and down as he held my hair firmly.

Suddenly his body stiffened.

“Swallow every bit of it and don’t waste anything,” he ordered.

I pulled back slightly, breathing hard as my chest rose and fell quickly.

My body felt weak as I slowly stood up. The men in the room stared at me with cold smiles and judging eyes.

Their looks made my stomach twist and fill with hatred but it reminded me again that I was nothing more than a slave in their eyes.

I slowly walked out of the throne room. My legs felt heavy and my steps slowed as tears gathered in my eyes.

By the time I reached my door, the tears were already running down my face.

I stepped inside my room and collapsed onto the floor, my body shaking and exhausted.

“There is no escape,” I whispered to myself. “I belong to my master. I’m nothing but a slave.”

Suddenly the door creaked open. I quickly wiped my tears, thinking my master had returned and wanted another round, But instead, a girl about my age walked into the room.

She looked at me carefully, then a small warm smile appeared on her face.

“I can help you escape this,” she said quietly.