Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 7

Comet’s POV

It was the next morning and I had come up to make breakfast. I knew that if Daddy wasn’t home then he would be home soon and as soon as Uncle Larry was up I would need to give them breakfast. This was one of the duties which I had to perform when I was in captivity. Even though he had a cook, he had his instructions that I had to cook the breakfast for the day and I could not eat until he had finished his meal.

I started chopping up the fruits and unpeeling bananas to make a protein smoothie and also make pancakes. I put the pan on the oven and brought the eggs to make scrambled eggs. And maybe some fried bacons as well. Uncle Larry had sated me so thoroughly yesterday night that I even smiled today morning at the chaffing in my thighs.

I had no idea why, but he had fulfilled such an intense desire in my heart yesterday that I could not even speak about it.

There was a knock on the door. I knew that it was daddy. Even though I was more than miffed because he had gone and spent the night with that skank but I really could not be angry on him. Even this was something he had done for my sake.

 As I let him inside I felt my heart flutter from its usual rhythm the way it did the last time I saw Daddy, and the time before that. His dark hair was wet and still shining with snowflakes, his tall frame crowding the doorway as he stomped the snow from his boots before taking them off.

I waited for him to finish before greeting him, looking up into his eyes and stepping in close. His hand rose, softly stroked the hair back from my temples and his warm smile made me melt.

Then he was yanking back a handful of my hair and a flame rumbled, combusted through my loins, my muscles slacking as he leaned over to kiss me, still smiling, mumbling "Comet, my baby girl.... missed you..so much…."

I could not help but giggle at his admission. Even though he was with another woman…he missed me..that made my heart fill up.

It wasn't long before I was pinned against the wall, his forceful kiss penetrating my lips. His body close to mine, restricting me with his torso and now his left hand as he grasped both wrists tight above my head, and I felt my hot wet nether lips dampen.

After a few nibbles on my neck, and a light pinch of my n*****s to make sure that I was aroused, Daddy told me that he loved me.

“You can cook breakfast later on after I am done playing with you, baby girl,” said daddy as he picked me up in his arms and took me to the bedroom. Uncle Larry woke up at our footsteps and got out from the bed. He was smiling at me as well.

He already had his socks and boxers off and was stretching out on top of my bedspread.

I finished, remembering to drop my undergarments with a flourish the way Daddy likes, and crawled up to meet him on the bed. Daddy played with my hair for a moment as I lay with my back to him, then nuzzled the back of my neck, reaching to my now-bare n*****s and rolling them between his fingers.

Apprehension, tension, worry, the negative emotions melted as I caught my breath and focused on his touch, on the small nuggets of discomfort he offered me as a preview of the more intense sensations to come. They had put my hands in cuffs. They were padded and would not hurt me.

Had they planned this out?

Uncle Larry snapped the whip in his hand like it was a belt. Daddy had settled into a wing chair near the bed, his robe fallen open to reveal his hard-on.

"Turn and face Daddy," Uncle Larry said.

As soon as I did, leather straps connected with my hip and arse, the smart sting settling into the sensation of tingling pain that raced up and down my spine.

"I didn't forget that you hate this whip," Uncle Larry said. He struck me again, making me gasp.

"This time, I am going to really use it," he said, striking me hard across one cheek. I gasped louder, meeting Daddy's eyes, watching as he smiled... and began to stroke himself.

Another lash, and another, before Uncle Larry reminded me to thank him after every swat. My arse, thighs, and lower back were stinging, singing fiery pain now, my pride unable to let me cry out.

Yet.

Five. Six. And Thank You. Seven, thank you, and eight, thank you, and now the creases of leather are really biting my poor skin, probably would leave welts, especially if Uncle Larry kept at it much longer. Uncle Larry stopped to part my thighs, and finger my sopping hot wet nether lips.

"Lick it off," he demanded. I complied, tasting my tangy sweetness, which only served to get me more excited....

Nine, oh out of nowhere, and I am wriggling against my restraints, I can't help it, that f*****g bullwhip has the nastiest bite to it. My poor skin is screaming as Uncle Larry says, "If you can't thank me, you poor slut, you only get more. Want more?" and I am shaking my head and saying thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, and I count up to twelve, fifteen, sixteen, and am about to start crying when Uncle Larry announces that nineteen – the number of my age is enough by his count.

Daddy can see that I am exactly at my threshold of tolerance for pain. He comes to sit next to me, wipes the sweat from my forehead, smooths the hair from my face, and tells me I am a good girl. He's proud of me, he says, having the guts to not cry at the skin-splitting whip.

I close my eyes for a moment, I hear Uncle Larry undressing, and when I open them Daddy has eased me onto my back and is between my legs, licking gently, kissing my s*x, his tongue easing along the folds of my hot wet nether lips. He is languid, his tongue's caress gentle and hypnotic, as he presses first one and then two fingers into me... and I sense Uncle Larry now, looming over me, ultimately deciding to recline behind me and fondling my breasts, pinches on my n*****s, Uncle Larry trying to avoid touching the scrapes on my back as he rains wet kisses on my shoulders, neck, ears.

I slump into helpless arousal, focusing on being licked, kissed, caressed, filled by Daddy's fingers, shuddering as he bumps my G-spot, thoughts only fragments of pleasant images and a brief vision of my impending orgasm.

My burning back is forgotten as Uncle Larry loops my arms behind me and around his neck, as Daddy finally turns his attention to my swollen c******s. He loops his tongue around and around it, hitting the more sensitive stage left side of the magic button as he moves his fingers in and out of my v****a, but I can't bring my hips up to meet his tongue because of my tied feet, and Daddy's strokes are getting slower and lighter... by now I am approaching the edge, waiting for a few more gentle pushes before falling into the oblivion of orgasm... and Daddy and Uncle Larry are standing up... why???

Daddy is laughing.

"You didn't think I was going to let you c*m, did you?" he asked, a short, biting laugh coming from his lips.

"Uncle Larry doesn't want that, and neither do I," he said. "So, you aren't going to c*m tonight, unless we change our minds. Got it?"

"But..I..." I blurted, knowing instantly that I should have kept silent.

Uncle Larry nods. He prefers quiet, whereas Daddy likes a screaming banshee of a turned on woman to remind him of his expertise. Uncle Larry pulls out a ball gag from the backpack, tosses it to Daddy, who breaks his own rules and mouths "Sorry" as he fastens it behind my head.

What's next... oh wait, off go the ankle ropes. Uncle Larry again positions himself behind me, and whispers into my ear...

"...I can't wait to f**k your arse again. And this time, your Daddy will be f*****g your hot wet cunt at the same time... is that dirty enough for you, you w***e?"

I nod my assent... and now Uncle Larry thrusts his hips underneath mine, my legs outside of his parted legs, and he deliberately rubs his naked chest against my whip wounds as his fingers rub cold lubricant along my arse.

I've never had anal s*x in this position, and I wonder what I am in for when Uncle Larry thrusts his organ into me, shoving - not his usual careful, deliberate strokes that put me at ease.

I offer a muffled noise against the gag, which earns me a hard slap across the breast from Daddy, who is sitting in the middle of my legs, but I hardly feel it as I am trying to relax against the invasion of Uncle Larry's huge organ. Relax, relax, I think, that's the only way you'll enjoy it....

And then Daddy is biting at my n*****s, teeth sinking hard into the soft beige flesh, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Uncle Larry lets out a long groan and he starts lifting me off him, then easing me back down, forcing me to stroke his organ at his own pace. His prick is now eased all the way into my arsehole, and it must be a tight fit because Uncle Larry is gasping with pleasure.

Daddy can't wait any longer, and he tilts himself on his knees to enter my hot wet nether lips. Oh, stretching me! I feel fullness, skin pulled tight in both directions, men's balls mingling and slapping under me, and I have never been so excited.... I let out a muffled scream as their pumping grows more intense....

"... go ahead and scream Slut," Uncle Larry growls into my ear, panting, straining. "I'll just f**k you harder..."

Daddy stops to pinch my n****e, hard, and his next thrust sends me to the edge, to the brim of the canyon ledge in my mind's eye, to the last step before momentum careens you, tumbling, over the crevice and into a long free fall down and down and down... and Uncle Larry's sweat is making my back, which I am pretty sure is bleeding now, sting like iodine. His pumping is getting more intense and I am about to fall headlong into an orgasm, permitted or no, when he tells me:

"My sweet slut, I miss using you, I miss f*****g you hard like this... ahhhh.... and cumming in your arse..."

I can't help it, his words put me over the edge and I'm clinging to Daddy as I rock back and forth between them, the gag muffling my scream of pleasure and release, and I feel Uncle Larry and Daddy going at the same time, both of their organs swelling and releasing warmth deep inside me.

I came, I couldn't help it, and I catch a fleeting look of disappointment on Daddy's face as my orgasm begins to subside.

As Uncle Larry roughly pulled out of me, got off the bed, and headed into the adjoining bathroom, Daddy gives me a little smile.

“You didn’t think only he got to play with you, did you now, baby girl?”