*Again- I do not condone non-consent or reluctance in real life, no exceptions. This is strictly fantasy! Don't like, don't read please. Thank you all.*
*Content Warning: Themes of Non-consent/Reluctance*
*Content Warning: Themes of Incest*
I struggled to keep up with Daddy's aggressive handling of the collars around my neck. He had dug his fingers between the leather and my throat, his arms flexing with each tug he exerted on my restraint. I scrambled over the ground, trying to find air as he angrily dragged me through the front door of the house.
I whined and kicked my legs out in protest, desperately clawing the leather around my neck in attempts to lighten its choking hold. Daddy ignored my complaints, dragging me through the kitchen and throwing me to the ground in the living room. I went to jump back up, my mind racing and my fight instincts kicking in. Hands on my biceps stopped me, tugging me back to the ground and pinning me there: Master John. He was the one who caught me fleeing my backyard. He grabbed me by the harness and called Daddy over to come get me.
Honestly, the only reason he caught me was because I hesitated and started thinking of going back before Daddy realized I was gone. In fact, I was 100% planning on doing that. I was shocked that I even got as far as the sidewalk outside. I shouldn't be running just because I was a little afraid of a challenge. I WANTED to be Daddy's, even if I didn't yet fully understand why he was doing these things to me.
I wanted to understand though.
And so, I slowed and went to turn back but that's when I saw him- our neighbor.
This all never would've happened if Mr. John hadn't seen me while he was doing some landscaping outside. Now, I was just more freaked out and fighting against the prospect of punishment. If Daddy forced me to cum over and over again today just for coming without his permission, what would he do to me for trying to run?
"Daddy-" I whined and thrashed on the ground as Mr. John held me down. I could tell by the way he hungrily gazed down at me that he was enjoying being able to pin down my writhing body and be a part of whatever punishment Daddy was planning up.
"Not a word." Daddy grunted, lowering himself to the floor, sitting with one knee bent underneath him and one leg stretched outwards. "I'll take him." Daddy told Master John, holding out his hand for our neighbor to transfer me over. I tried to push myself back over the carpet, away from Daddy's waiting grasp. Mr. John squeezed me hard and shook me, getting me to still for a moment as he lifted me off the ground and literally handed me to my master.
I thrashed and kicked but Daddy's strong hands took hold of me, one enclosing around my thin arm painfully and the other reaching up underneath my shirt and gripping the back of my harness. He manhandled my body until he forced me to lay down across his bent knee, my body still writhing in defense as if anything I did would save me now.
"Stay... Still..." Daddy grunted angrily, pushing the side of my head into the carpet and gripping my harness's waistband with his other hand. I wiggled desperately over his knee, trying everything to get up and get away. Daddy's other leg forced itself over the back of my kicking legs, pinning them down to the floor and holding me firmly in place over his knee. My ass was raised no matter how hard I flailed, the only movement I could manage anymore in this position was the slight hopeless squirm of my ass in the air. Daddy grabbed the shorts I wore over my harness and tugged them down until they were pooled around my thighs, making it even harder to move.
I thought for sure Daddy would spank me senseless, but instead, he wasted no time to cruelly thrust his thumb into my hole, using his other fingers to reach underneath me and grip my balls tightly as he probed me with his digit.
