Handcuffed, stretched out, my legs spread wide in front of the laptop, I shot the webcam a begging pout. “Please… guys… let me cum…”
Laughter. Ignoring me.
“I’m going to put on headphones now, baby. I’ll be able to hear them, and you won’t.”
Addressing daddy through his headphones with more instructions. He kissed my lips, smiled, and everything went dark. I was blindfolded.
“Daddyyyy….”
Nothing for a while. I tried to rub my legs together in frustration, my pussy begging for attention, squirming and panting.
“Daddy??”
No answer. The knowledge that he was there… That the gang was there too, watching… That I couldn’t hear or see anything, completely exposed, completely at their mercy. Oh God I was turned on.
The buzzing again, on my side, trailing from my hip to my ribcage, half tickling and half awakening every nerve it touched. Circling around my nips, teasing my tummy. Softly nudging my nipple, circling, nudging… Staying still on the erect little bump, making electric tingles shoot to my pelvis… Tingles that doubled, tripled, quadrupled as the vibrations got faster, more intense. My pussy felt like it NEEDED to be touched… The vibration slowed, traveled away from my nipple, teased my tummy, my mound… and trailed back up again. DAMMIT.
My other nip under attack now, the vibration speeding up, the tingles shooting to my pussy again, and then… Another, slower vibration on a bigger, softer tip, gently stroking between my pussy lips, spreading them as it caressed. Touching my clitty, bringing me near orgasm… And moving away again. Lower, to my dripping hole. It was the other vibrator I’d seen earlier, no doubt. It probed gently into me, the vibration stopping as it sank into me completely, filling me deeply, a soft little lip pressing itself up against my clitty. And then…
OH. MY. GOD. Movement… A circular, almost stirring motion inside me as it wriggled and spun around, and little bumps near my entrance, on my g-spot, spinning and massaging… Stopping every time I came close to cumming and then slowly starting up again until I was in a frenzy.
“Daddy… Guys… Please… Please… Let me cum… I need to cum so bad… Please… Please…”
The shaft still spinning and massaging my insides, beginning to thrust slowly, deliciously in and out, the little rubber lip bumping my button on every stroke, the spinning speeding up as it worked every nerve I have inside me, getting me so close…
“PLEASE… I NEED… NEED TO… CUM… PLEASE… LET ME CUMMMMM…”
And then, still squirming and wriggling and touching me in places I’d never known existed inside me, the whole thing started to vibrate, pressed into me in short hard thrusts, the now buzzing little rubber lip bumping my straining clitty, knowing they were all watching me, my hips rising up to meet the delicious machine, making me cum, keeping me cumming, a seemingly neverending orgasm streaming from my crazily spasming little pussy… And then nothing. Everything stopped, the toy ripped out of me right at the peak of my orgasm, leaving me still cumming on my own but without stimulation, somehow so unsatisfied with my orgasm interrupted, twitching and thrusting my pussy at the air, at the webcam, moaning in frustration, my juices flowing all over me, all over the bed.
The most frustrating orgasm of my life fading, leaving me groaning “Noooo”s, something cold and rubbery probing into my open moaning mouth.
“This is Tim’s clone, baby.”
Wow… Daddy was feeding me one of the guys’ dildos, making me suck a copy of another man’s cock… It felt so weird, so deliciously wrong somehow. My mouth opened eagerly and my tongue started trailing it, trying to get a feel for the shape, exploring it greedily.
“Imagine Tim here, sweetheart. Imagine him on his knees next to you, pushing his hard cock between your sweet lips. Imagine sucking him, baby.”
Hearing those words from daddy was insanely hot, and I started to suck and lick the rubber even more enthusiastically.
“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart. Tim’s watching you right now, watching you suck his cock, baby… Make Tim cum, honey. Make him cum to those soft little lips… While Isaac fucks your sweet little pussy.”
OH GOD. Another clone, pushing itself into my little opening, sucking “Tim” while “Isaac” started to thrust slowly into me. Imagining them really there, their real cocks in my holes…
Chapter 23:
I got to stay home from school that week. Everyone was too excited to leave any time for sleep at night. All night, every night, they’d all team up and tease me, play with me, fuck me with so many different toys, so many different shapes and sensations. I’d never been made to cum more times in my life. Each of the clones began to feel familiar, and we made a game of blindfolding me and letting me guess whose cock was fucking me, making my pussy ripple and squeeze to make out the shape, the distinct little quirks that each of them had. Rewarding me with an orgasm every time I guessed right.
The gallery on our site was rapidly filling up. Pictures and videos of me handcuffed, blindfolded, in every possible position, being fucked by so many different dildos, vibrators. Seeing daddy jerk off while he fucked me with the clones, seeing how hard it got him. Even though I’d been horny as long as I could remember, even though I’d always cum at the drop of a hat, I hadn’t thought it was possible to be this horny, this constantly.
Usually that week, I’d sleep during the day while daddy was at work – except for the one day he took off work and made me wear the butterfly toy in my panties. He took me to mcDonalds and made me order our food while he fingered the remote in his pocket, making me buck my hips at the counter while trying to keep a straight face as the toy shook my clitty. Making me cum at the library, and at the museum, unable to keep from attracting curious glances with my soft squeals in the dead silence, daddy apologetically shrugging his shoulders at people and telling them “She REALLY likes abstract.”
But at the end of that week, on Friday, daddy woke me up before leaving for the office and told me he had a surprise for me. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, and saw… a chair?
There was a padded recliner at the foot of the bed, facing the laptop. He’d strapped some gadgets to it – the unidentified ones, the gifts we hadn’t been able to figure out. One was strapped in front of the seat, on a little shelf attached to the chair. A box with a hole in it, and wires coming from the back, leading under the recliner, where another couple of boxes were strapped. Two small boxes with U-shaped hinges were attached to the armrests, and a larger one was screwed into the back, near the top of the chair.
Daddy sat me down in it, told me he loved me. I sleepily kissed him while his hands positioned my body in the chair, spreading my legs, latching things over my wrists, ankles, throat. This was weird, but I was too exhausted to really ask questions. He positioned a straw next to my mouth, whispered to me to drink from it if I got thirsty. I should have been freaking out, but I’d been fucked senseless the previous night and every other night that week, and the recliner was comfy. I was asleep again before daddy even left.