Page 14 of Savage Daddies
Four savages. I’m going to belong to four savages.
I shudder as Nash presses two—or possibly three fingers, I’m not sure—into my opening, stretching me as he delves deeper and deeper. “Please,” I whimper. “Please, I’m not hiding anything else. I swear it.”
“I wish we could believe you, Josie, but you already lied to us once, little girl,” Axel says, his breath hot against my ear as he holds me securely in place while his brother continues inspecting me in a most intimate manner. “Be good and hold still for this next part. Daddy Nash is going to make sure you’re not hiding anything in your bottom hole.”
I tense and try to bolt upright, but Axel holds me in place, slightly bent over the truck while Nash withdraws his fingers from my pussy.
“Please, please, please,” I whimper over and over again. I can’t believe what’s about to happen, and I gasp and resume my struggles when I feel Nash trailing his finger over my most private entrance. He’s touching my bottom hole and pressing against it, nudging it as if he’s trying to steadily thrust his way inside. Tears escape my eyes. I’m so thoroughly embarrassed I can’t hold back the emotion any longer, and I’m mortified that despite the injustices I’m enduring, my excitement is only increasing. The warmth of my arousal slides down my inner thigh. If only it were darker outside, but it’s almost midday and the sun is shining down brightly upon the road. Nash no doubt has a clear view of my wet, swollen pussy.
“Stop fighting us, little girl, or you’ll be going to bed very frustrated later,” Axel says. “Don’t you want your daddies to make you feel good later?”
I soon cease my struggles, but I tell myself it’s because I’m fatigued and not because I want Nash and Axel to give me an orgasm later. I tell myself if they try to touch me in that way again, I will fight it and I certainly won’t allow myself to surrender to the pleasure.
I press my eyes shut as Nash breaches my back hole, finally sliding one digit inside. I know he’s only using one finger because he makes a comment to his brother about it, saying I’m too tight for more than one. My mind whirls when Axel says something about needing to train me, but I’m too focused on the intense pressure and fullness created by that one finger to understand their meaning.
Nash strokes my bottom and pushes deeper. I gasp and quiver as they hold me against the truck, hoping this torment soon ends. I regret escaping and taking the knife and lying about it. Had I known they would catch me and what they would do with me once I was caught, I would have been a good girl and remained between them in the tent all night. I sniffle and blink as more tears escape my eyes. My clit is throbbing so hard that I don’t know how I will go through the rest of the day without coming. I decide if I get a moment alone at some point, I will reach my hand down my pants and try to take care of it by myself. I’ve never made myself orgasm without a VR suit on before, but I remember how deliciously wonderful it had felt when Nash stroked my clit yesterday in the boat after spanking me, and I think I could manage it myself.
“You’re getting wetter and wetter,” Nash says. “Your pussy is swollen and pink. So beautiful.”
My face heats and I lurch my center back, unable to help from making the movement in my desperate attempt for relief. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, secretly hoping Nash will take mercy on me and touch my clit again. Just for a moment. A moment is all it will take. I’m so on edge, I feel as though I’m on the verge of screaming. “I’m so sorry.”
Nash begins withdrawing his finger from my bottom hole, but his movements are slow and deliberate. I know he’s teasing me on purpose, the bastard. Even though I apologized and even though I’m pressing my nether region in his direction, he doesn’t touch my pussy again. The absence of his touch makes me want to sob. I lower my head so my hair covers my face. I don’t want either brother to see how upset I am over not getting my clit stroked.
While Axel holds me close, Nash stands up and removes his glove. My heart pounds faster. They had mentioned punishing me later, but what if they change their minds and decide to do it now? A quiver races across my still bared bottom cheeks.
Nash steps closer and runs his hands over my shirt, running up and down my sides and even over and under my breasts, making sure I don’t have anything hidden anywhere else. His touch on my bosom feels nice, though I whimper through it, still awash in frustration that he isn’t going to tend to my needs and stroke my clit.
“She’s all clean,” Nash says. “She doesn’t have anything hidden anywhere else.”
Axel helps me stand straight and Nash pulls my panties and pants back up. Both brothers are now on either side of me. Nash leans down and his beard tickles my ear as he says, “Don’t you dare try to escape us again, little Josie. You belong to us now.”
“And don’t you dare lie to us again, young lady,” Axel says. “The next time you lie to us, you’ll receiving a switching.”
I’m not sure what a switching is, but I surmise it’s worse than a regular spanking. Is that what I’m to receive later? A spanking like the one Nash gave me in the boat yesterday? Though he’d only used his hand, it had hurt badly and I didn’t want another one.
The savages usher me into the truck, buckle my seatbelt, and we take off up the mountain in the very direction from which I’d come. Nash sits beside me in the back while Axel drives. I wonder if he’s sitting beside me to keep me from touching myself. My pussy still aches terribly, and when I press my thighs tightly together and squirm in my seat in an effort to alleviate the aching, Nash gives me a stern look.
“Don’t you dare,” he says. “Try it again and we’ll pull the car over and I’ll spank you here in the back seat.”
I fold my hands in my lap and stare out the window, my entire body heating with his threat and the shame of being caught. I watch the endless stream of trees and the mountains in the distance for several minutes, lost in my thoughts as I try to figure out how I could possibly escape now. Unless I find someone to help me, there will be no way I’ll make it back to Emerald from the brothers’ village. A seven-day journey on foot is one thing, but now we’re traveling by truck. I wonder about the people I’ll meet in the village and how friendly they’ll be. Will I come across anyone willing to help me?
“Here,” Nash says in a warm voice, pushing a cup filled with berries into my lap. “Eat something. I know you must be famished after your little adventure. Here’s some more water, too.” He gives me a canteen of water and I’m grateful for his kindness.
“Thank you, Nash.”
“Daddy Nash,” he says.
“Thank you, Daddy Nash.”
Our eyes meet and he smiles, revealing one dimple on his left cheek, nearly hidden by the thick growth of his beard but definitely there. He’s so rugged and handsome, I think he and Axel would make a fine addition to any VR story. Better than a musclebound merman. But once again I’m faced with the reality of my situation—that this whole experience is one hundred percent real.
Two savages have taken me as their captive mate. The chance of me ever making it home again, to Emerald, grows slimmer the further we travel up the mountain road. I look from brother to brother, trying to imagine what my life will be like if I never make it back home. My stomach flips when I think about real sex and how I’ll belong to not just one or two, but four savages.
I force myself to eat some of the berries and drink the water, and I feel much better. My head is no longer pounding and I feel stronger. But my renewed strength is only temporary, it seems, because soon my thoughts trail off as my fatigue returns. I haven’t slept all night and I can’t manage to keep my eyes open a second longer.
Nash reaches into the back and finds a blanket. He places it over me, gently tucking me in while his eyes hold mine in an affectionate stare, before he slides closer and wraps an arm around me. He urges me to lean against him and I don’t fight it. I’m too tired and it’s nice to be held, even if the person holding me is one of my captors. As the truck thunders up the mountain, I drift off in Nash’s arms while he strokes my hair and tells me I’m his good girl.
