Page 27 of Savage Daddies
My heart pounds faster. There will be no escape.
“What’s that for?” I whisper to Daddy Nash as I nod at the odd piece of furniture that’s in the middle of the platform. It looks like some kind of padded bench, though the seat rests too high for a normal person to be able to sit upon it.
“That’s for your comfort, little girl.” His eyes flash with need. “You’ll lie across the bench as my brothers and I take turns mating with you.”
Chapter Twelve
No, no, no.
This can’t be happening.
I struggle to escape Daddy Nash, trying to pull my hand from his. But he doesn’t let go and his brothers crowd around me, preventing me from leaving the platform. My heart races faster and faster, fear taking root deep in my stomach.
“Please, not in public,” I plead with them. The very thought of the entire village witnessing my deflowering by four huge savages leaves me awash in shame. I couldn’t bear it.
“You told us you understood before we left the house,” Daddy Axel says, peering directly into my gaze. The light from the numerous solar lanterns hanging around the platform reflects in his eyes, reminding me that even though it’s nighttime, I won’t have the luxury of hiding my nakedness in the dark. The crowd will be able to see me. All of me.
“When you said ‘mating ceremony,’ I thought you meant it was like a wedding ceremony. I thought words of promise would be exchanged by us. Notthis. Please, don’t do this.”
Daddy Axel settles his hands upon my shoulders and holds my stare for what feels like an eternity. Though his gaze is firm, his eyes soften just before he says, “I’m sorry you misunderstood what ‘mating ceremony’ means, Josie, but this must be done. Females are scarce in the wildlands. Until we claim you publicly, you are not considered ours, which means another group of males could challenge us for you. For this reason, every female is claimed on this very platform by all her mates on her first night in the village.” His hands move down over my shoulders and he strokes my arms.
Tears burn in my eyes. I still can’t believe this.
“Things will go a lot easier for you, little Josie, if you are obedient. If you’re naughty and put up a fight, we will have no choice but to redden your bottom while everyone watches. Is that what you want? A spanking in public?” Daddy Erik’s deep voice caresses my ear and he squeezes my bottom in warning.
I shake my head. Even as my trepidation grows, warmth pulses between my thighs. I can feel myself getting wet and I press my legs together, ashamed by my body’s traitorous response to the brothers’ nearness. How can I want this? How can I agree to be taken by four savages while their whole village watches on?
“Josie, are you going to behave while your daddies take turns claiming you?” Daddy Gage asks, his lips touching my other ear.
“I don’t want a spanking,” I whisper. But I don’t want to be publicly claimed, either.
What choice do I have? I glance from daddy to daddy, noting they’re each wearing a resolute expression. There’s no way I’ll be able to talk them into claiming me in private. A pang of pity resounds in my chest for all the women who’ve come before me and stood on this very platform. I glance into the crowd and immediately wish I hadn’t. All eyes are on us, watching our every move. Many of the men appear almost angry as they stare at us and it takes me a moment to realize that anger is born of jealousy. Though I don’t wish to be claimed in public by these four savages, I shudder at the prospect of complete strangers from the crowd fighting for the chance.
“Come on, little girl, we’ll help you get into the proper position,” Daddy Axel says.
Defeat wars against my hesitation, and I soon allow them to guide me closer to the padded bench. Before helping me up, they lift my skirts, gathering the billowing fabric above my waist and exposing my nudity to the crowd. I tremble in place, awaiting the next part. Shame heats my face and I keep my head low, not wishing to glance upon any faces in the crowd.
