Josh's Tale
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 15: Training Day
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15: Training Day - A drunken encounter leads Josh to failing upwards in increasingly unlikely and serendipitous events. This story is a humorous take on non-con stories where the MC is well-meaning, but truly oblivious (and will remain so) to his impact on those around him.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Rags To Riches Cheating Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Harem Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Sex Toys
Part XV Character Refresher:
Josh’s Girls
Natalie: Tattoo-parlor owner
Jeniffer: Josh’s pregnant daughter
Mikaela: Mayor’s daughter and chief brat
Josh’s Collaborators
Tiana: Black line worker for Sevana
Xian: Chinese line worker for Sevana
Sluts
Anya AKA Slut Three: FBI field agent imbedded with the Russian cartels
Sevana: Slut in training, Head of J-Drop production
Antagonists / Others
Abigail: Airsoft shop thot
Alexei Reyes: Underworld sub-boss
Domingo: San Francisco drug lord
{4}Loose Ends
Alexei Reyes ground his teeth in frustration, multiple sets of screens all displaying similar scenes of carnage; armed men sweeping through his weapon depots, making a mockery of his security teams. These weren’t street-level thugs; these were professionals. In the span of an hour he’d already lost two dozen men, three safe houses, and two storage units. That was hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of munitions he’d been smuggling, and the clients would not take kindly to him losing it.
“Do we know who they are?” Walter asked the operator who clicked between scenes of carnage.
“Nothing on facial recognition,” he said, wiping sweat off his face as he clacked away at a keyboard. “I can’t get a single good shot of them with their masks on. Nothing on the state and federal channels about a raid.”
“It won’t be the feds,” Walter said as he pulled out his phone. “Feds take prisons. These are mercenaries. Private military contractors.”
“What the fuck did we do to piss off a PMC?” Reyes growled. “How does that make any sense?”
“Sir, we need to shut down this operation before it gets worse,” Walter said, phone to his ear.
“No shit! Pull everyone out. Every location. Call Anong and have her shutter the House. Better yet, move them. Right now.”
“Already on it, sir.”
Who had he fucked with to get this kind of response?
Sevana’s tongue wrapped itself around Josh’s, that fiery Latin passion exploding from her as her body trembled beneath him, her ass squeezing his cock with every pulse as cum flowed deep into her. Her fingers interlaced with his as he bore down on her, the heat of her hips wiggling against him threatening to burn them both.
Josh could only groan as Sevana’s ass hungrily milked his cock like she was trying to suck his cum out through a straw. Grinding against him even as she moaned into his mouth, Sevana had gone from stoic partner to a sultry succubus, draining him of all that remained in his balls.
It really was true what everyone said, Latina’s were all fire and passion. Not everyone could handle one.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Tiana mumbled from the chair, two fingers buried in her drooling snatch. Beside her, Xian sat with her legs spread, teasing her own ass, her eyes glued to the action.
Breaking the kiss, Sevana slumped against the table breathing hard, her legs shaking as Josh’s cock gave its last twitch, all his cum safely drained into her ass.
“Th—thank you, Master,” Sevana mewled, hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “I’ll—I’ll make you proud, Master.”
She’d already been quite the trooper, taking him into her tight confines like that. She’d been bucking like a bronco, driving him hard into her ass as she’d moaned and cried out. Honestly? She might be the most into anal of any of the girls ... and that was saying something.
“I already am,” Josh said, laying another kiss on her temple as she whimpered.
“And, as for you two,” Josh continued, recognizing those hungry eyes, “you’re going to have to wait if you want any more action, ‘cause I still have things to do today.”
“Aw, but Big Daddy~,” Tiana whined, her fingers all wrinkled from how soaked she was, “you only fucked two of my holes.”
Any more than this and he wouldn’t have anything left for Slut Three, and she certainly deserved his complete attention.
“It’ll have to wait,” Josh said, grunting as he pulled out, Sevana’s ass clamping down on him so hard he could barely squeeze out of her. “You too, Xian.”
So, that’s how it was; only the boss got to get her ass fucked, the rest of them would have to earn it. Well, to be fair, Sevana was a badass, so she probably had earned. Well ... good for her.
“Yes, Big Daddy,” Tiana pouted before sliding to her knees with an impish smile. “But, Big Daddy, you’re all messy. You can’t leave like that.”
Meeting Xian’s eyes, Tiana nodded her head toward Sevana before swallowing his cock, moaning as she ran her tongue all along the slimy shaft, sucking him clean.
Xian’s rosebud quivered as she knelt behind Sevana, her eyes tracking the milky discharge oozing down Sevana’s thigh as her puckered hole struggled to tighten. Without hesitation she dove her tongue into that winking hole, spreading the cheeks wider as she cleaned out her hole.
Now this was super fucked up...
She loved it.
With his now cleaned cock popping from Tiana’s lips, Josh needed to make his exit before it changed its mind on plundering all the remaining holes in the room.
“Alright, I really do have to go now,” Josh said, tugging up his pants even as Tiana kept trying to sneak in quick strokes of his cock. “You be good.”
“Yes, Big Daddy~.”
The sheer euphoria of all that had happened, having Master claim not only her ass, but her as well, warmed every part of Sevana. Unable to get up, she could only quiver at Master’s parting touch, his hand rubbing so softly against her still trembling butt.
“See? What did I tell you?” Tiana asked somewhere behind her. “Big dick Daddy energy. For days!”
Groaning as the warm tongue finished its lashings of her sensitive rosebud, Sevana managed to push herself up onto her elbows, finally seeing the girls behind her.
A sense of shame began to fill her. While Master’s affection had been amazing, the fact that he’d made her do it in front of them would forever change the dynamic. Would they even see her as a boss anymore? Would they still respect her? This whole thing only worked because of the hierarchy. So, what would happen when the workers didn’t see her as the authority anymore?
“Aw shit, I can already see what you’re thinking,” Tiana said, fluffing her hair. “No, just cause a chick ate you out doesn’t make you queer. Just girls being girls. No need to make it weird.”
“What?” Sevana asked, that not even close to being what she was thinking. “Why would that make me queer?”
“Exactly my point,” Tiana said, now looking around for her clothes. “Just girls being girls. You just had this look on you.”
“So, if we make Big Daddy proud,” Xian said, licking her fingers clean, “he’ll fuck our asses too? Did it hurt? He looked huge in your ass.”
These two were getting far too chummy now, just because they’d watched Master ... wait, what?
“You need to make Master proud?” Sevana asked.
“Well, yeah?” Xian said, crawling on all fours toward wherever her pants had gone off too. “Wasn’t that why he only fucked your ass?”
“Oh! Is that the problem?” Tiana asked, one leg in her hot pants. “Boss Lady, you still the Boss. Xian just tossed your salad, and I sucked your ass off Big Daddy’s cock. That makes you the Bottom Bitch.”
“Is being a bottom bitch good?” Xian asked, squeezing herself back into her pants. “You don’t want to be the top bitch?”
“Nah, nah, Bottom Bitch is the boss,” Tiana explained, wiping up some of the cum puddles on the floor with a napkin. “Cause she the first one there, the foundation, she makes the rules and lays the groundwork, so she’s on the bottom. Top bitch would be the newest bitch, and they only get the scraps.”
“So, we’re the top bitches?”
“Fraid so. Maybe we’ll get buttfucked another time if we keep our numbers up.”
“That’d be nice. I should get a plug to stretch my ass out, huh?”
“Yeah, you’ll need it,” Tiana said with a little grimace. “Big Daddy nearly tore my pussy in half. If he’d a fucked my ass, I might be dead. Good for you, Boss Lady. No no, don’t worry, we’ll clean up.”
Sevana blinked owlishly at them as they just busied themselves chatting and tidying up.
Bottom Bitch of the ops and Slut in training.
Master really did think of everything.
Abigail could barely see straight, her vision blurry at how dry her eyes were. It wasn’t from a lack of tears, which still dribbled down her cheeks, but her lack of blinking. Every they closed for even a moment, that same image resurfaced like it was on an infinite loop. One second a man had been standing there, and the next ... his head had burst like an overripe watermelon hitting the pavement.
“Good sluts didn’t see anything,” she mumbled, tripping over herself to keep up with the crazed psycho slut pulling her along by her bound hands. Those words rang in her ears whenever she looked at that perfect blonde slut who’d found her shivering in her car.
Good sluts didn’t see anything.
It was the only thing keeping her alive.
Good sluts didn’t see anything.
“Get in,” the slut said, indicating the trunk of a car as it yawned open like the maw of some fanged beast.
“Good sluts didn’t see anything,” Abigail whined, her legs trembling with every shaky step she took toward that gaping maw.
“We’ll see if Master thinks so, too.”
“G—Good sluts ... they ... they didn’t see anything,” she whimpered, laboriously raising one leg to get into the trunk. “P—please ... I’m a good slut.”
“I’m sure you think so,” the slut said, her eyes cold and hard, without an ounce of compassion. Ice blue, the color of glaciers, there was no warmth to be found there.
Almost like repeating a prayer, the words continued to spill from her lips, as if they would somehow save her. Curling into a ball, the trunk slowly shut, swallowing the light of the sun and plunging her into eternal darkness.
Again, it replayed. One moment he’d been there ... and the next ... nothing; nothing but red mist and the knowledge that she should never have followed them. Wisdom always came at a price.
“Good sluts didn’t see anything,” Abigail whispered, her entire body shaking in terror. “They ... they didn’t see ... anything.”
Slut Three secured the trunk in place, the girl inside still mumbling to herself.
Master would know what to do with her. She did seem like prime slut material, obviously keeping herself in shape, but something about her came off as a little too ... desperate; too much of a ‘pick me’ girl. Then again, Master did like breaking in sluts.
Well, even if he didn’t, Slut Three could just get rid of her.
Slut Three’s eye twitched.
No one would miss her.
Her eye twitched again.
... Master’s training couldn’t come soon enough. Those last lingering thoughts of Anya’s still rattled around in her head from time to time.
Unnecessary.
Master would show her the way.
A slow smile spread across Slut Three’s face as she watched Master casually saunter her way, a satisfied expression on his handsome face.
Yes, Master knew what she needed. And he’d teach her ... in excruciating detail.
“Ready to head out?” he asked?
“Always, Master.”
Josh stepped from the car into Allison’s driveway, fully recharged after yet another short nap and a stopover for some food. Slut Three hadn’t eaten much, only nibbling on her food and coyly smiling at him before shyly looking down again. She must be looking forward to her training session, and Josh was happy to oblige.
“Good—good sluts didn’t see anything!”
Josh turned to the panicked cry as the trunk popped open. Abigail, of all people, climbed from the back, looking like she’d slept in there. Her hair was a mess of tangles, sweat dripping from her nose and ... were her hands zip-tied together?
Looking between Slut Three, who looked immeasurably proud of herself, and Abigail who looked like she seen a whole troop of ghosts, Josh couldn’t parcel out what, exactly, was going on.
“Um, Slut Three?” Josh asked, still eyeing up the thoroughly disheveled Abigail.
“Yes, Master?”
“Uh ... care to explain?”
That short moment of elation of seeing someone, anyone, who could help her died immediately, that sinking sensation in her stomach growing as the reality of the situation hit her.
Josh.
Master.
Josh was Master. Master was Josh.
Her fate was up to Josh, who at the best of times couldn’t be won over by her charms or body. Now, he looked her up and down with little curiosity, as if he couldn’t be bothered with her.
“Master, this little slut—”
“Good sluts didn’t see anything!” Abigail cut in, forcing all the conviction she didn’t have into the words in the vain hope of even a glimmer of salvation in his eyes. “I’m a good slut! I didn’t see anything!”
Josh’s eyes wandered up and down her body once more, as though evaluating her worth. Swallowing hard, Abigail stood up straight, thrusting her chest out and doing the only thing that had ever worked for her ... flaunting her body. It was a desperate move, for sure, what with miss-perfect-tits standing right next to her, but it was all she knew. Maybe ... just maybe ... he wouldn’t kill her if she showed him what a good slut she could be.
Stroking his chin at the curious display, Josh had even more questions now than he had prior. Abigail certainly knew how to use her body to sell, but what was she doing in the trunk of the car, and why was she so desperately trying to show off in this weird kidnapping scenario?
“And ... you didn’t see ... anything?” Josh asked, arching his brow, trying to piece together what was going on. It seemed like an oddly specific declaration. Had she been peeking when he’d been in the break room with the girls? That hardly seemed like something she’d need to pretend she hadn’t seen.
Abigail shivered, Josh’s skeptical expression triggering her survival instincts. Like a cobra eyeing its prey, Josh hovered over her, ready to strike.
“Nothing!” she declared, her tied hands pressed just under her bust to further elevate her tits to further entice him. “I’m such a good slut, you’ll see.”
“Well ... alright,” he finally said, drawing out his judgement after looking her over once more. “But I really don’t have time for this right now.”
Throwing herself onto the ground, Abigail crawled on all fours as best she could with her hands bound.
“Please! I’m good! You’ll never have to worry about me. I’ll be such a good slut, the best you’ve ever seen.”
Blinking in bemusement, Josh couldn’t remember ever seeing anyone quite so desperate to be a slut. This had to be some kind of fetish thing, because she was shaking her ass so much that her skirt had ridden up and was raining kisses onto his shoe while holding on to his leg for dear life.
Maybe ... some kind of humiliation kink? That still didn’t really explain the trunk thing, but he really didn’t have time for this. Slut Three had already been a good sport about this, and delaying further really wasn’t fair to her.
“Alright, alright,” Josh said, trying to extricate his leg from her death-grasp. “If that’s what you really want, I think we can make this work. Uh, Slut Three, why don’t you give Natalie a call? This seems like something right up her alley. I’ll check in with her later.”
Abigail rained more kisses up his pants leg, desperately rubbing her tits against him. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you!”
Salvation!
Abigail choked as her shirt was yanked back, yanking her back to her feet, watching her lifeline walk away without so much as a glance back.
“Master has many sluts,” the woman said, giving her a disinterested glance. “You aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last.” She pointedly looked her up and down, shaking her head as if what she saw was so very disappointing.
Sure, compared to her maybe Abigail could use a little work, but it wasn’t like Josh was repulsed by her ... right?
“Well, maybe with mistress’s attention, she may still make you worthy of Master.”
... mistress?
“Do you think my tummy will start to swell up, too?” Mikaela asked, modeling the maternity skirt against her flat abdomen in front of the mirror. The elastic ‘pouch’, for lack of a better term, blended into the denim material but gave way for the baby bump that would surely be cradled therein. It was a bit long for her taste, flowing well past her knees, but could still work. “When did you start showing?”
Jeniffer kicked her legs in thought, the skirt of the bed flipping as she cocked her cute head with a contemplative pout on her lips. “Well, maybe a month or so after? I didn’t really notice at first.”
“Oh, I’ve been measuring myself daily.” Mikaela shimmied before the mirror, watching the hem sway back and forth. “It’s so hard to tell, though. Especially after Daddy fills me up. It’s pretty noticeable with Mom. She tries to hide it, but her tits are getting bigger and she’s been wearing compression shirts to hide the bump. Maybe it’s just because her body remembers how to carry a baby?”
As oblivious as Dad was, even he would at some point notice how preggers Mom was. Those mumbled prayers and pleadings of hers, especially around the toilet in the morning, certainly hadn’t been heeded by a higher power. Or maybe they had, but Daddy kept fucking her six ways from Sunday that she just ended up pregnant again. Either way, she’d been finding more and more ways to stay out of the public eye or at least keep herself hidden behind her desk during interviews.
“Does it get easier after the first?” Jeniffer asked, idly stroking her swollen tummy again.
How nice it must be to feel a little one growing inside. Then again, once Mikaela started showing, Daddy might not be so rough with her anymore, and where was the fun in that? Could she even call herself a brat if she didn’t push Daddy to the breaking point?
Oh!
Maybe Daddy could start taking it out on her ass? She’d just need to leave a few breadcrumbs for him to follow.
‘What are you going to do, Daddy? Fuck my ass? I bet it wouldn’t even fit.’
Oh boy, there went the panties again, soaked once more.
“Oh, I think Daddy’s back,” Jeniffer said, an excited smile spreading on her face as she leaned to peek out the window.
A fantastic idea just crossed Mikaela’s mind.
“I’m gonna borrow these,” Mikaela said, deftly unbuttoning her jeans and shimmying quickly into the maternity clothes.
Oh, Daddy was going to be so cross with her.
“Daddy!” Jeniffer’s delighted squeal brought a smile to Josh’s face as he caught her in his arms the moment he’d opened the door.
“Hi, princess,” he said, nuzzling her neck to a set of giggles from her. “Missed me?”
“Always,” she purred, silencing any follow-up question by promptly swallowing his tongue into her hungry mouth.
Ah, his little cutie was always so adorable.
“My turn, my turn.”
His groan, too, was swallowed into Jeniffer’s mouth as Mikaela came prancing out of the room behind her.
Dealing with Mikaela always required a certain mindset, and infinite pools of patience, that he really didn’t have right now. Plus, with that trademark smirk on her lips, it was going to be one of those days.
Somehow worming her way into his tight embrace, her mouth replaced Jeniffer’s as she did her best to vacuum his tongue down her throat. She also proceeded to grind up on him, managing to bump Jeniffer further out of the way. Jeniffer, of course, was far too good-natured to make a fuss, though the little pout did tug at his heart strings.
“Hey, one at a time,” Josh admonished, managing to resecure his tongue safely in his mouth and getting Mikaela back at arm’s length. “And don’t—”
His words fell flat as he sized Mikaela up.
Something was wrong here. She was far too happy to be up to any good. Everything from innocently batting her wide yes, to the little twist at the edge of her lip, to how she posed as if to showcase her clothing--.
“Why are you wearing that?” he asked, recognizing the loose blouse he’d bought Jeniffer just yesterday, as well as her favorite maternity skirt.
“What do you mean?” she asked, that bratty personality of hers oozing through her feigned sweetness
“Take them off.”
“No, I don’t think I will,” she said, inspecting one of her nails.
“Take. Them. Off.” That low growl Daddy was so good at could drop a set of panties from across the room. That was, if she were still wearing any.
“Make. Me.” Mikaela met his glower with her own mocking pout. “You won’t.”
Oh, that did it.
That delicious sting of her scalp as he grasped her hair and forced her to look up into his glare had her dripping down her thighs.
“Mikaela,” he growled, his nose pressing against hers as she bent backwards under his pressure.
“Daddy,” she replied, holding his gaze and not giving an inch. He wouldn’t really go hard if she let him off the hook with just this.
Daddy’s other hand grasped the elastic waistband of the skirt, and with one hard yank, dragged them down until they pooled at her feet, her metal clit piercing vibrating as the material dragged across it.
“Daddy, you’re so rough with me,” she mocked, nibbling once more on her lower lip as his hot breath washed across her face. “Can’t have your little breeding machines wearing anything, right? Bare foot and pregnant, huh?”
“Don’t test me,” Daddy bit, yanking the shirt up and showcasing her rock-hard nipples.
Just a bit more.
“Well, I guess I’ve learned my lesson,” Mikaela drawled, winking at Daddy’s newest girl who continued to watch slack jawed. “Daddy likes his breeding cows naked and submissive.”
Mikaela swallowed the glee in her voice as Daddy marched her across the room and slapped her ass hard.
“Be sure to listen to Daddy,” Mikaela called back as he manhandled her through the door. “Or your ass will be sore for days.”
“Oh, I’m going to teach that ass a lesson,” he growled, slamming the door behind them.
“Oh no, Daddy,” she cried, her ass wiggling with excitement. “What are you going to do to my ass? Are you going to spank me?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Daddy tossed her across his lap as he sat on the bed. “For me to beat your ass?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, arching her back and wiggling her ass at him. “I’ve been waiting for you to discipline me and then breed me like a bad girl.”
“Well, bad girls don’t get what they want,” he said.
“What do you mean?” Mikaela asked, giving him those wide eyes that she just knew drove him crazy. “You aren’t going to breed my pussy?”
There it was, that crazy look in his eyes as they focused on her winking rosebud.
“Oh, not your pussy.”
Got him.
“What do you mean?” Mikaela pinched her lips to keep the grin from showing, the zip of Daddy’s pants already making her breathe faster. “Daddy? Aren’t you going to breed me?”
Mikaela’s gasped as Daddy’s finger ran along her soaked lips and then circled her rosebud.
“Daddy? Wait ... you aren’t—”
“Bad girls need to be punished.”
Hng!
Roughly sinking the second knuckle of his finger into Mikaela’s tight ass and making her squeal, Josh had the strangest sense that something wasn’t quite right. One moment he was preparing to tend to Slut Three, and the next he had Mikaela ass up on his lap squirming as he pumped two fingers in and out of her ass. How had that happened?
“Ow, Daddy, you’re stretching my little ass so much,” Mikaela whined before yelping as he slapped her ass to silence her, that irritation with her rising once more.
What was it about Mikaela that just really made him lose his mind? Was it that she just never learned and she stoked a weird fire in him that made him need to try and break her? Was it that whiny voice of hers that he wanted to hear twisted into a lusty scream?
God, if he didn’t know better, he’d swear Mikaela was in his brain making him—
Wait a minute.
Josh’s fingers froze, Mikaela’s ass squeezing them rhythmically as she ground her hips against them.
“No~ Daddy, don’t ruin my tight ass. It couldn’t possibly stretch any wi~der.”
Narrowing his eyes at her obvious provocation, Josh tugged his fingers free. Just as he’d suspected, she looked up in askance before that rotten little grin of hers began spreading again.
“Busted~,” she sang, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth in just the most annoyingly adorable manner. That look melted into a little pout as she wiggled her butt at him. “Won’t you teach me a lesson, Daddy? I’ve been so naughty.”
It was like she was plucking a part of his brain that really needed to see her scream and beg to stop making her cum. But he wouldn’t. Not until the brat had been fucked clean out of—no! She was doing it again.
Rolling Mikaela off his lap to her indignant yelp, Josh arose, very cognizant of his cock that jut straight out and twitched with anger ... though whether that anger was directed at Mikaela or him wasn’t clear.
“Go put your clothes on.”
“Whu? But, Daddy...”
“No. No amount of whining or shaking your ass in my face is going to make me change my mind,” Josh stated, his cock twitching hard at Mikaela’s wounded expression.
God ... what was it about her that just made him so crazy?
Aw nuts. Had she been too obvious? Probably shouldn’t have been pumping her hips back onto his fingers. Must have given the game away. Still, at how hard Daddy was, he’d been more than ready to pound her ass into oblivion.
Maybe ... just one more push?
No. Daddy was obviously fighting back his raging erection, but he wouldn’t do that unless he really needed to. Daddy wasn’t one to waste a good hard-on.
“ ... okay,” Mikaela pouted.
Of course, she couldn’t just leave him without punishing him ... just a little bit.
Crawling on all fours, she wiggled her ass with every movement, making her way for the door. Daddy’s ragged breath was just the icing on the cake.
Before she’d even gotten close to the door, Daddy’s hand snaked out, grasping her wrist and pulling her closer.
His voice was strained, like he was just barely holding back.
“Mikaela. Tomorrow. Be here at eight. I’m going to discipline you until you can’t walk anymore.”
“Promise?” she asked, the grin threatening to split her face.
“Promise,” he growled.
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, the smugness oozing from her.
“Good girl.”
HNG!
Abigail shuddered as the blue-haired girl slowly studied her like she was a display piece. She hadn’t said anything once that crazy killer slut had passed her off, but that manic glint in her eyes shook Abigail to the core.
Standing perfectly still, Abigail didn’t move whenever the girl poked or prodded her. Like she were inspecting a show horse, she posed Abigail however she chose, turning her head this way and that, even inspecting her gums.
Apparently satisfied, the girl finally stood back, chin pinched between her thumb and index finger as if weighing her worth.
“Okay,” she finally said with a snap of her fingers, “you’ll do.”
“Um—”
The girl snapped again so loud it felt like a branch had cracked somewhere.
“Don’t make me gag you,” she said, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “You’ll only say two things until you’re trained. And if you don’t...” To make her point, she held up a long, black wand with an ominous tip that cracked like a whip as blue lightning arched between the two prongs.
Abigail clamped her mouth shut, nodding quickly.
“Good. Now, you already know one,” she said, slowly strolling around Abigail, the wand dancing lightly as she swung it around. “Speak. What is it?”
“G—good sluts didn’t see anything.”
“Good.”
Abigail flinched as that wand emitted another blinding flash and crack, the air smelling of burnt ozone.
“Second is, ‘I’m your good girl, Daddy’. Speak!”
“I—I’m your g—good—”
The wand cracked the air apart once more behind her.
“Faster!”
“I’m your good girl, Daddy!”
“Good. Now, we are going to have a lot of fun together. And when we’re done, you’ll be ready to be Daddy’s newest slut.”
The girl paused before her, the silence between them stretching on.
“I’m your good girl, Daddy,” Abigail whimpered.
With a nod, the girl continued her leisurely stroll around her.
“And for your graduation gift, we’ll design the most beautiful tattoo for you. And we’ll place it ... right ... here.”
Abigail flinched as the cold want prodded her right shoulder blade, though thankfully it didn’t fire.
“And, do you know what it will say?”
“G—good sluts didn’t see anything,” Abigail quailed, lips quivering as the girl leaned in close, her breath in Abigail’s ear.