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Orchid
My cunt stings so incredibly bad. My poor skin feels like it’s on fire, and my nipples are excruciatingly hard. I can feel them throbbing from within my chest. I’ve never hurt so much or felt so angry. If I could, a part of me would go berserker and tear free of these shackles, mount Victor, and beat his face with my bare fists until his handsome, smug visage was nothing more than a bloody memory.
I’m very aware of the crowd I’ve managed to amass with my outrageous antics, but I won’t take this shit lying down. If I’m going to sleep and crawl my way to the top, I’ll handle it my way. So, if they want a show, they’ll fucking get one. It’s like the pain has somehow scarred my brain, or turned off the version of Orchid that the rest of society knows. I might spend my days living with anxiety, and issues of self-worth, but my dream still stands, and while it does, so do I. The fire that burns against injustice and harm to others rages within me, fueled by Mr. Mitchell’s cruelty.
“Is that all, Daddy?” I ask when I catch my breath, levelling my gaze on Victor.
Victor’s smile darkens to the point that it looks truly sinister. “Far from it,” he growls. Ripping my thong—the flimsy lace falling to the floor—he unzips his trousers to reveal a fully erect and perfectly cut cock about eight inches long. Lining himself up, he rubs his cockhead against my soaking wet, enflamed pussy lips and the world falls away. There is no club. No voyeurs. There’s just us.
I moan despite my rage.
In the next heartbeat he grabs my left tit, and squeezes—hard—eliciting a Valkyrian scream as he thrusts forward in the same breath, burying his thick cock inside me.
My eyes roll back in my head as I close them, losing myself to the moment. It’s been a year since my last boyfriend, and God it feels good to be filled again. Pleasure mixes with pain as his glorious, smooth sac slaps my still stinging cunt.
Then pain sings across my face—the opposite cheek this time—and Victor growls low and threatening. “Look at me.”
Shocked, I glare at him as one hand finds its way to my throat, and the other, my hip.
“Look at me,” he demands again, tightening his grip around my airway.
It’s erotic in a way I’ve never imagined. Asphyxiation... who would have thought? I struggle to breathe as he fucks me like I’m a lifeless marionette, pumping me deep and hard. The edges of my vision darkens, and I see stars, or rather little sparkles of light dancing in front of my eyes like fireflies. I can’t explain how, but choking while being fucked is literally everything. It heightens every sensation. I feel more in every sense of the word, both pleasure and pain, and I never want it to end. Then before I know it, he’s gone, and a desperate sob escapes me.
My Daddy stands there, hard as a rock, suit askew, lips slack with lust.
The crowd is silent, save the quiet moans of those masturbating as they watch.
“No,” I say, wriggling against my restraints like a lunatic in an asylum. “Please. Don’t stop!”
“Then beg, baby girl. Tell me just how much you want and need your Daddy.”
Panic begins to overcome me at the absence of his touch, at the hollowness I feel inside that’s slowly threatening to swallow me alive like a blackhole or pit of fucking quicksand. “Please, Daddy. I need you. I want you. Fuck me, please.”
“Hm. Not enough,” he says, stroking his beautiful cock, teasing me. “Not nearly enough.”
Heart racing, I throw myself against my shackles in frustration like a wild animal, quaking the St. Andrew’s Cross. “Daddy, please,” I sob, tears leaking from my eyes. “I’ll do anything.”
“Anything, baby girl? Are you sure?”
My mind whirls like a cyclone going a million miles an hour. Whatever he asks, it couldn’t be as bad as going without him, I reason. My cunt needs him more than my lungs need air. I crave his touch so badly I could have a full-blown meltdown and temper tantrum right here and now over it, like a toddler being denied candy after being allowed a taste of its sweet sugar. “Anything, Daddy. Please, please,” I whine. “Just fuck me. I’ll die without your cock.”
There. I see the flicker in Victor’s eyes. That predatory look that says he can already taste me—and victory. He knows he’s won this round. And I don’t even care. I’m playing a long game. And as long as that prick gives me his big, thick, cock, I’ll live to fight another day.
“All right, baby girl, how’s this? I’ll fuck you, but then I’m going to pick three friends who’d like to have a go at you. Male or female, you don’t get a say.” He looks to the crowd with lazy satisfaction, before turning his attention back to me. “So, still want your Daddy’s juicy cock inside that sweet chubby pussy of yours?”
Heart racing, cunt throbbing, nipples aching, and thighs still stinging, I dangle upon the precipice of indecision. Two second pass, then three, then ten, and I almost forget to breathe.
“Tick tock,” drawls the Daddy I never knew I wanted or needed. “You have three seconds to decide, or the deal is off. And I have my driver drop you off at home, alone, sore, and unsatisfied.”
“Wait!” I cry out. “May I ask one small mercy, Daddy?”
Intrigued, Victor licks his lips. “And what’s that, daughter?”
I swallow hard against the fear that threatens to break me. “When it’s time for the others... could you please blindfold me? I don’t want to think about anyone but you.”
The gathered crowd look to my Daddy, living for our every interaction like dogs watching a treat or a ball being passed back and forth.
My boss smiles then, amused. “Very well. When I’m done filling you with my cum, I’ll blindfold you, baby girl. Then I’m going to sit back, have a drink, and watch as my chosen few enjoy your abundance,” he says.
The underhanded insult is not lost on me, but it’s scarcely worth getting upset over. Not now. Not with so much at stake. A sigh rushes out of me, and I relax, temporarily sagging back against the cross. “Thank you, Daddy,” I breathe. “Thank you.” I’ll get the cock I need, and then some... For me, the rest of the night will be shrouded in pain, pleasure, and mystery. And when morning comes, it’ll all be nothing more than a strange, dark, and disorienting dream.