Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy's Demands: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Dominic returns. I feel something dripping down the cleft of my cheeks, lubricant pooling in the little hollow of my asshole. My daddy likes my bottom a lot. He has toyed with it several times when he fucked me, but now he seems to have a real plan for it.“Disobedient little girls have their bottoms caned and plugged,” he informs me. “You shouldn’t have opened that door, Marina. I told you not to.”“But…”“No buts, young lady,” he lectures. I turn my head just in time to see him pick up a long thin cane. It’s made of bamboo and it looks like it will hurt. If I could, I’d squirm out of the way, but I have no leverage now, and no way to be able to move.Swish!The cane lands with a sound like a gunshot. I scream as blazing heat surges through me. I was expecting pain, but not like this. This sears my ass in one thin line, continuing to emanate an ache that only grows after the stroke lands.“Ow, Daddy! It hurts!” My voice comes in a pathetic little whimper.“I know,” he says. “It’s sup

They take me to the hospital. I tell them I’m fine. They say I’m not. They tell me I can’t be. They tell me I’ve been held and hurt, used and abused. They tell me they can’t release me until they know I’m okay.I am no less a captive at the hospital than I was at Dominic’s house, except these people don’t like me or want me for who I am. They pity me, and they want to use me in their own way.A parade of professionals comes in to look at me and screw their faces up into expressions of what they think passes for sympathy. They tell me that my daddy is a monster and I’ll have to testify against him. They take my plug too. Even though I don’t want it out. Eventually a nurse holds me down while another one pulls the rubber from my ass. They need it for evidence, they say. It hurts more coming out by their unfeeling hands than it ever did going in.It’s soon clear to me that they need to hear me say I’m a victim before I can leave. They need me to tell the same story they do, so they can r

There Once Was a Girl by Maggie RyanChapter OneBaileyI tugged at the hem of my dress only to realize that the move threatened to expose even more of my boobs. I would have sworn it had more fabric when I’d bought it. Looking around, I almost laughed. If anything, I had on more clothing than the other women waiting to have bands fastened around their wrists. When a mass of blonde curls swept toward my face, I quickly stepped back, apologizing when I bumped into someone behind me.“I’m so sorry,” I said, turning and reaching out to steady the woman.“No problem,” she said graciously, even as she nodded to indicate the one who’d almost caused the entire line to topple like dominoes. “Do you think that’s all real?”Looking toward the front, I saw the blonde woman, hair freshly tossed, was now brushing the long strands over her shoulders as if to make absolutely sure that her assets weren’t hidden by the wavy tresses. Not that it was a possibility as her boobs were huge! The green band

Griffith“What the fuck!”Clamping my lips together, I forced myself to tear my eyes off the woman in red and look around casually. It wasn’t that I gave a shit about my language per se, but tonight I did care for the volume of the expletive. I almost barked out a laugh. I needn’t have worried that I’d drawn attention as not a soul was looking in my direction.“Did you say something? Can you repeat that? Can you hear me?”Of course I could hear him. The damn comm unit was buried in my ear. I could also hear the shrill electronic shriek accompanying the string of questions. Reaching up as casually as I could, I pretended to scratch my ear when I was really attempting to adjust the earpiece. The expletive I’d given had been involuntary, but I needed my next words to not only be heard distinctly, but to be understood.“Are you there? Hello?”“Hang on,” I said through my clenched teeth. Remaining silent, I began to separate myself from the group that stood in a half-circle around the scen

Griffith“Who the fuck are you?”Praying that Bailey’s sense of survival was pinging and she’d not get us both killed, I turned my gaze to the sleazeball who’d dared touch her.“I’m the guy who is going to give you three seconds to get your hand off my sub. One—”“Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to?” Jordan asked.“Yeah. You’re the guy who’s about to get his fucking hand broken,” I said, forcing myself not to break eye contact even when I saw two of his henchmen move to flank me. “Two—”Jordan waited until I began to form the last word of the count to drop Bailey’s wrist and to shake his head once, effectively telling his goons to back off. Though he kept his eyes on me, he spoke to Bailey.“Is this your master?”“Master?” she asked, her voice shaky and my heart stopped in my chest. “Oh, you mean my dom?” she said, allowing us another moment of life.“Master, dom, daddy, whatever term you prefer,” Jordan said, finally looking at her. “In other words, do you belong to him?”Bai