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Chapter 8

Clipped Wings

BIRDIE

I glance out the window and see the light barely peeking from over the tree, but it’s still dark as fuck, and down-pouring outside. My arms feel like bricks, and my fingers feel numb. I look in the mirror at the two puff balls and white scrunchies while I tremble, swooping my baby hairs. Please… God… please…

On legs that don’t even feel like mine, I walk into the living room, and he cuts his eyes to me, taking me in and, for the first time, not immediately sending me back. I shift, uncomfortable on my feet, waiting for him to say something… anything… does he like it… or…?

I can’t even finish my thought because he stands, coming over to me, and my heart seizes in my chest as his eyes roam over me. My nipples harden and my stomach trembles. I fiddle with my puffs, chewing my lip as his eyes land on mine. I glance away, heart leaping in my chest out of fear.

But that fear is overran by heart-stopping terror when he snatches me up without a fucking warning and drags me over to the couch he’d been casually having a beer on, forcing me down onto my knees.

“Hey! What—” He takes his hand and forces my head onto the couch. I feel him tether to me to the couch with the long ass rope I’d ignored like a dummy earlier, tying it to my wrists. I try to fight him back, but it’s futile. He’s massive, all muscle, and no matter what I do, he’s not letting his guard down with me again... I just fucking know it.

He tightly and effortlessly ties me to the couch, making sure my legs are spread apart and baring my pussy like yesterday. However, unlike yesterday, I can’t move. I can only shake and tremble, naked, cold, tired, hungry and sore. I try to look around, but he comes up from behind me and my body goes still.

“W-wait… wait! Don’t, please!” I try to yank away, but I’m tied too tight. “Please!” I beg as he chuckles mockingly in my ear.

“I fucking warned you, Birdie… I. Fucking. Warned. You,” he growls. “I wanted to go easy on you, but you try to run away from your Owner?” he clicks his tongue.

“I’m sorry,” I tremble. “I... I’m so s-sorry, please don’t…” I try to beg some reason or mercy out of him, but he only laughs coldly.

“Rule number three, Birdie. Daddy’s word is law,” he grits out and I feel him rub my ass.

“Wh… wha-what are you do—” His hand connects with my ass like a paddle, sending chills down my spine. The way he has me tied, he also painfully connects with my pussy. “AHHHHH STTOOOOPPPP!”

“So if I fucking say no clothes, then I…”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Mean.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“No.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Clothes!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I fucking say…”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Don’t cross the line.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You stay your fucking ass.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Behind that son of a bitch!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“AAHHHHHHHAAAAHHHH PLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSEEEEE STOOOOOPPPPP!” I wiggle around trying to get free, ass so numb I feel like it’s going to fall off. My pussy is slick and wet, pooling cum on the floor, while my knees are rubbed raw. But it’s my asshole that gets the most impact…

It feels extra sensitive because of the way he cleaned it earlier, and it’s sore from the impact of his smacks.

“I’m sor—” My cries fall on deaf ears…

“Fuck your sorries. Say it!” SMACK!

“IMDADDY’SLITTLECUMDUMP!”

SMACK!

“I’M DADDY’S LITTLE CUMDUMP!”

SMACK!

“I’M DADDY’S LITTLE CUMDUMP!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I’M DADDY’S LITTLE CUMDUMP!”

“What are the fucking rules?!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“D-DADDY ABHORS REPEATING H-HIMSELF!” I wail at the top of my lungs

“Again!” SMACK! SMACK!

“DADDYABHORSREPEATINGH-HIMSELF!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Fucking right I do!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Rule number fucking three!” SMACK! SMACK!

I can’t think… I pant, head fogging up, pussy tightening.

“D-D-Dad-d-dy’s w-w-word is l-l-law!” I pant, losing my voice, pussy throbbing viciously. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Fucking right it is!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Again!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Dadd-dy’s w-w-word is l-law!” SMACK!

“Again!”

“Daaaaaaaaaadddy’s woooooord is laaaaaaaw!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“A-fucking-gain!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“DAAAAAAAAAADDDY’S WOOOOOORD IS LAAAAAAAW! PPLLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEE NO MOREEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEEEEEEAAASSSSEEEEE!” I cry, heart racing as tears stream down my face.

“PLLLLLEEEEEEEAAASSSSSEEEE STOP!” I weep uncontrollably, unable to even yank at the rope.

“Little Birdie, do you think your tears mean something to me?” he whispers into my ear. “Say it…” he growls, seething mad unbuckling his belt.

“PLLLEEAAASSEE! I’M SORRY! I’LL LISTEN! PLEASSSSSEEE.” I whine and to my surprise and relief, he stops and raises a brow.

“Oh, you don’t want Daddy’s dick?” he frowns and I tremble.

“No! Please!” I can’t think from how sore my knees are and how my ass is on fire. My head is throbbing with a headache from trying to see with the little light left from the sun, and my eyes feel swollen. I can’t take him right now… “I can’t. Please, anything but that,” I beg and when he gets up and walks away, I sink into the sofa, sobbing. God, why me?! What did I do?! Why me?!

“No… begging won’t be enough. I see a bitch like you has to be broken utterly and completely to bow down to their Owner. If not, you’ll keep having those useless outbursts. I know pain is the only way to turn a brat into a begging bitch. I need to render you into nothing…”

I hear the water running and an ominous whistle come from his direction. I want to lift my head, but I can’t afford to move. Honestly, I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing as long as he leaves me the fuck alone.

When I hear him pad to the room and open some drawers, I sniffle, wiggling my ass, biting my lip to hold in a wrecked sob. Soon, I hear his heavy footsteps come back and see he’s lit another one of the candles I’d found stashed. He comes over to me as I’m laid out on the sofa and sets a bowl with grapes and carrots and the candle on the table, where I see him hold up a grape.

I go to turn my head, but my stomach growls and he cuts his eyes to me.

“Is my Birdie hungry?”

I nod. I don’t have the energy to fight with him…

“Okay, you can eat five grapes.” I know it’s stupid but hearing that makes me happy. I’m so hungry… “Open up for Daddy, Birdie,” he smirks devilishly and I open my mouth, but it’s my eyes that pop open when I don’t feel the grape in my mouth but in my pussy.

“Wh—” The weird, cold and round sensation that slides up my pussy makes me tremble, but it’s the way his long thick fingers roughly caress my insides that force out a moan.

“You can eat five grapes for every five minutes you don’t cum and hold them in your pussy. Every time you cum, you lose two grapes. Every grape that falls from your pussy, you lose that one, too,” he shocks me by speaking calmly, stuffing four more grapes into my pussy. “Ready?” He sets the bowl under me, leaving me confused.

“NNNNOOOOOOOOO!” I feel something cold and hard kiss my asshole. “FFFUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!” As if my body only listens to him, I instantly spread my legs as far as I can, or well I try to, but the rope makes that action hard as fuck when his rough calloused fingers glide across my slick clit, immediately forcing me to bare down and clench my stomach, shuddering. “OHHHHH FUCKKKK!” I shiver, pussy quivering as three distinctive plops sound underneath me as well as a flood of juice that I can’t hold back.

I try to turn around and see what the fuck he’s doing to my ass, but I’m struck by the image of his long tongue gliding around the green grapes before he slurps them into his mouth, chewing.

He swipes another one with a long trail of cum leaking from it, and he holds his tongue out, plopping it into his mouth followed by another…

What?! M… my food!

I gape, hungry, stomach growling, licking my lips… I’m so hungry…

“What the fuck are you staring at, Birdie?” he glares, sending chills down my spine with how intense those eyes are.

“H… hungry…”

“Tsk tsk tsk… too bad, Birdie. You didn’t make good on your promise. If you’re hungry, you only have two grapes left…” he smirks evilly. “Unless you want expired cereal and water,” he cackles, making my stomach tremble with ecstasy.

“Please…”

“Wow, you beg so beautifully. Beg some more.” He licks his lips, smiling, fingering my sore, dripping wet pussy, but when I see something orange behind me, horror grips me and my entire being lights on fire when I feel something cold and wet slide into my ass.

“N-no wh-what is that?!” I shiver.

“Insurance, Birdie… I need this ass wide open later.”

“I…” I gulp, speechless, knowing begging won’t be enough. I’ve cried… I’ve begged… I’ve pleaded… what more can I fucking do to get this monster to hear me?

“Pllleeaaaseee….” I weep, body on fire.

“Be a good girl and hold that cum in,” he demands as he slowly shoves it into my ass and even though he played with my ass in the shower, the slow burn of this … this thing has me shaking at the pain, leaving my pussy walls flapping and dripping. I try to hold it in… I try my damndest to hold it the fuck in, but the pain… those sinister eyes… this fear…

My eyes roll to the back of my head as the slight pain of the thing in my ass causes an orgasm to rip through me, causing my toes to curl and my teeth to grit, and to my utter fucking dismay, the last two grapes come plopping out of me. All too fast, I watch this mother fucker swipe them up and run his tongue over their cum-soaked, slippery surface before popping them into his mouth and chewing. My food!

“Mmmm thank you for the meal,” he smiles, and I cry, pissed, scared, and hungry. “Awww, Birdie, don’t cry. We can play again,” he taunts as he stuffs five more grapes up my pussy and this time… th-this time I try to hold them in… no matter what. No fucking matter what, I… won’t let this fucker break me!