All Chapters of Cheat On Him With Daddy: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The full-time slave rules had long since erased any separation between domestic work and sexual use. With the sextuplets pregnancy now dominating her body, the routine simply adapted around the enormous belly while the degradation remained constant and deliberate.Morning began before the older children left for school and while the younger ones and the sextuplets’ nursing team occupied the far wing. Emma rose naked, collared, and already leaking milk. The ownership tattoo *Property of Jax & Marcus* sat stretched across the lower curve of the vast, tight abdomen. She moved slowly, one hand under the belly for support, the short leash trailing from the collar ring.In the kitchen she set about preparing breakfast.Jax entered first. Without a word he stepped behind her at the counter, lifted the slight apron of stretched skin where the belly met her hips, and pushed into her pussy in one steady thrust. Emma braced both hands on the countertop, the massive belly hanging heavily, and con

The expansion to five had been gradual and deliberate.Daniel, Erik, and Cole had been the original trusted circle for years. Two additional men stabil and Vincent were added only after the same rigorous vetting that had governed every previous inclusion: long-standing acquaintance with Jax and Marcus, proven discretion, complete acceptance of the collar and the breeding hierarchy, and absolute obedience to the rule that Emma belonged to her two owners first and last. Touch was permitted only by direct permission and only within the limits set for her current pregnancy.By the time the sextuplets pregnancy reached its most extreme phase, the larger group had been normalized into the household rhythm. Every other Friday night, after the children were fully under nursing and overnight care in the far wing, the five men arrived. The converted nursery platform or the reinforced basement space when more room was required became the site of a structured, hours-long gangbang that no longer c

The decision to move had been inevitable.The current house had served them through years of expanding legacy, but the sheer number of children, the permanent nursing staff, and the increasingly specialized requirements of Emma’s full-time ownership had pushed every room to its limit. The converted nursery doubling as a fuck room, the basement play space that was never quite large enough, the careful scheduling required to keep the adult dynamic fully separate from the children’s lives all of it had become logistical strain. Mornings were chaos: toddlers racing through hallways while Emma was still recovering from the night’s demands, staff navigating around the constant hum of her feeding and soothing, the constant low-level awareness that her body was no longer “just hers” but a shared resource that had to be protected and policed. Evenings blurred into overlapping shifts staff changing diapers, feeding bottles, reading stories while she was relegated to the nursery that had once be

The tenth child arrived in the quiet hours before dawn.Emma delivered in the private medical suite attached to the new property, the heavy steel collar locked at her throat the entire time. Jax held one hand. Marcus held the other. The moment the doctor announced the second son with a soft, official tone, Jax’s grip tightened in possessive triumph while Marcus’s breath caught in reverent awe. Emma’s body had been magnificent throughout, strong, resilient, the perfect vessel they had designed and used so meticulously. Sweat beaded on her luminous skin, and her voice remained a calm, steady whisper as she pushed through the final waves.“You’re almost there, little one,” she murmured, eyes locked on the ceiling where soft medical lights painted everything in gentle gold. “Mommy’s still right here. Still collared. Still theirs.”When the boy slid free, the room filled with the crisp sound of a new life entering the world. The doctor placed him immediately on Emma’s chest, and she cradle

The specialists’ report was unambiguous.Emma’s body had been operating at the outer edge of sustainable demand for years. The successive extreme pregnancies, the relentless lactation, the constant-use requirement, the physical logistics of carrying and then recovering while remaining fully available all of it had accumulated. Nothing was critically broken. But the data was clear: joint stress, pelvic floor strain, soft-tissue fatigue, and the cumulative load on her system had reached the point where continuing at the previous physical intensity carried rising risk.Jax and Marcus read the full assessment in silence. Then they adjusted.The change was deliberate and controlled. Physical use was slowed not stopped, not softened into vanilla care, but carefully reduced in frequency, duration, and mechanical intensity. Extreme double penetration became less common; the double-ended toys and the long, relentless sessions that had defined their nights were replaced by shorter, more surgica