Page 5 of Savage Daddies
“Think very carefully before you complete that sentence, little one.” Axel’s firm tone makes me second guess cursing them out again. My bottom still throbs terribly. I don’t want another spanking.
Though it wounds my pride, I take a deep breath and say, “Sorry.”
“Not good enough.” Nash starts circling my clit and his touch feels better than any VR bodysuit vibrating against my pussy ever has. I like it and I’m ashamed that I like it. But I don’t want him to stop. Not yet, not until my pleasure is satisfied.
“Give us a proper apology. We want to hear you say, ‘I’m sorry for using bad language, Daddies Nash and Axel.’ This is your last chance. Failure to obey will result in another spanking, this time from Daddy Axel.”
“Show us what a good little girl you can be. Obey us, Josie.”
When I open my mouth and utter, “I’m sorry for using bad language, Da-Daddies Nash and Axel,” it’s as if a stranger has taken over my body. Surely it’s not me who’s apologizing to these savages. Yet I repeat the exact apology demanded of me and an odd sense of surrender rushes through me, leaving me quivering with pleasure in the bottom of the boat while Nash continues rubbing my clit. I’m still spread shamefully wide and I can feel their heated gazes on my privates.
“Good girl.” Then Nash circles his thumb faster and harder, applying the perfect amount of pressure to my clit.
I lose control and start moving my hips, unable to remain still as the delicious sensation mounts, propelling me higher and higher into a new realm of bliss unlike anything I’ve ever known.
“Your new daddies want to watch you come, little Josie. Go ahead and let go. Come for your daddies.”
It’s so fucking wrong, but I can’t help it. I shudder and cry out as a thunderous release consumes me. I’m coming. I’m coming while a real man touches my most secret places. A savage from the wildlands, no less, while his savage brother helps hold me down. My fingers and toes curl and I whimper as the final tremor of this illicit ecstasy dissipates.
Nash pats my sore bottom and pulls up my panties and pants with Axel’s assistance. All the energy has drained from my body and I allow them to turn me over and prop me up in the center of the boat, seated on a thick blanket. Nash takes his place in front of me and picks up an oar while Axel steps out of the boat only long enough to push us into the water. Axel hops inside, grabs an oar for himself, and sits behind me. I feel caged in by the savage brothers as they paddle us further and further across the lake, so far that soon I glimpse the distant arc of Emerald’s dome over the trees.
My heart thumps faster. Will I ever see my home again?
Tears burn in my eyes. Today was supposed to be an exciting day, a fun excursion from the monotony of Manager work. I wonder if Sheena has noticed I’m missing yet. Are Rangers out looking for me already? They must be. I reassure myself that soon I’ll be found and these savages will have to answer for what they’ve done.
Nash catches my eye and winks at me. I look away and try to ignore both savages, but my anger and frustration over a situation I can’t control grows stronger by the moment. It doesn’t help that my wrists and ankles are bound. Even if I had the strength at the moment, I couldn’t easily fight back or attempt another escape. I swallow hard and then draw a deep breath.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Home,” says Axel from behind me, his deep voice cutting over the steady sound of the oars dipping in and out of the water.
“Where the he—” I pause and take a steadying breath. “Where exactly is home?” I ask, chiding myself for almost cursing again. I squirm on the blanket and wince at the lingering soreness of the primitive punishment they put me through.
“Deep in the mountains,” Nash says.
A glance around shows mountains in every direction. I sigh and roll my eyes. I should have expected a vague answer.
“Roll your eyes one more time, little Josie, and see what happens,” Nash says in a stern tone. Without warning, my clit pulses in remembrance of his stroking.
“Take me back to my tour group. Please.”
“You’re not going anywhere but with us,” Axel says. “We found you. We wanted you, so we took you. Now you belong to us.”
I’m confused about the reason they want me, but deep down, in a hidden part of me, I think I know the reason why. They thought nothing of pulling my pants and panties down and exposing my nudity. Nash even stroked my clit and gave me an orgasm. I’m starting to believe they want me for sexual reasons, and my breath becomes faint as dizziness sweeps through me.
I’ve been with men in VR stories, but I’ve never actually had sex. Not real sex. Not the kind of sex I suspect these savages are used to, if they were truly born and raised in the wildlands. In a technical sense, I’m a virgin. The thought of spreading my legs for these men while they shove their cocks into my pussy scares me.
I stare at the rippling water, so blue and sparkling under the midday sun, and try to think of something to say—anything—that might convince the savages to return me to Emerald.
“The Rangers will come looking for me,” I finally blurt out. “They’ll find me and then you’ll be sorry.”
Nash meets my gaze. “You’re not the first young woman to disappear during a hike. There are several women from Emerald and other techno-cities in our village up in the mountains. None taken have ever been rescued. The Rangers won’t come looking for you, Josie.”
Axel sits his oars down in the boat and leans forward, placing his hands on my shoulders. His hot breath drifts against my ear and his beard tickles my neck and face. I try to move away, but he tightens his hold. “My brother and I ventured near Emerald for the sole purpose of capturing a young woman to bring back to the mountains to keep asours. Soon you will meet our younger brothers, twins Erik and Gage. You’ll belong to them too.”
Earlier, one of them had mentioned that I would belong to the four of them. But hearing Axel say it again with conviction in his voice startles me to my core. I don’t want to belong to one savage, let alone four of them.
“Why,” I utter in a shaky tone. “Why take me instead of one of your own kind?”
