TEDDY

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 2 ]

I was 99% sure that Teddy would survive the night. Surely Meg knew the difference between a teddy bear and Teddy. But there was a small piece of me that was wondering if I would have to clean up a bloody mess should she rend her new Teddy into pieces like so many others. He had screamed for half an hour, then there were muffled noises mixed with whimpers and sobs, and finally silence. I left my post outside her door and went to bed.

The next morning, I went to check on them first thing. As I pushed open the door, I saw Meg lying on her back, fast asleep, nude as usual. Her angelic face belied what she had done to Teddy the previous night. Teddy was in the corner, sitting up with his back cradled in the V of the two walls. His arms were behind him and his head lolled to the side. The slight rise and fall of his chest was the only difference between dead and asleep.

I shook my head in disbelief at the sight of Teddy still wearing the paws and head of a teddy bear. I muttered, “Fuck.” That had to hurt. I went over to him and laid him out on his side. He stirred slightly, but didn’t awaken. Carefully I removed the mask, trying not to wake him. When it came free I looked at his face. His mouth was cast into a perfect circle about an inch and a half in diameter. I hoped it wasn’t permanent, but as I watched his mouth didn’t change from the shape of the ring gag he’d worn for 8 hours.

The sound of rustling sheets made me turn to see Meg as she sat up. She looked at Teddy, then at me. “What’d you do that for?” she asked. “I liked him that way.”

“Meg, honey,” I said. “Look at his mouth.”

She stared at it. “Oh,” she said as she grasped the problem. Then she giggled. “You could poke your cock right in there,” she said. “Just the perfect size.”

Here I was wondering if the boy would even be able to eat. This was serious, but I had to chuckle at her observation. He did look like one of those blow up dolls, always ready to suck a cock.

This time as I looked at Teddy, his mouth shifted and closed half an inch. Then there was an audible pop as tendons, muscles, or bones shifted. His eyes shot open with a start and he was crying, in pain and trying to make sense of the strange surroundings. Not only had Meg left his costume (aside from the G-string) on him, she’d left his arms tied behind him. He struggled and sobbed until his eyes focused on Meg and me.

Horror filled his face as he realized last night was more than a bad dream. He wormed his way back into the corner, balling himself as tightly as he could with his back to us. Tiny little whimpers broke the silence as his body trembled in fear.

“Come on, Teddy,” I said cheerfully. “It’s time for breakfast. Are you hungry?”

He said nothing. I went to him, picked him up, and set him on his feet. “Want some breakfast?” I asked to his face.

“I wanna go home,” said the boy. He was unaware or unconcerned of his nudity. There were bigger things to worry his little head.

“Teddy, you are home,” I said patiently. “I’m your daddy and this is your sister, Meg.”

“Noooo, you’re not my daddy and she’s not my sister. Where’s mommy?”

“There is no mommy here, Teddy. But you do have two sisters. You met Meg. I need to go get Sarah so you can meet her.”

“No,” said Teddy sharply. “I don’t want more sisters.” Perhaps he was afraid Sarah would be another Meg.

“Don’t worry, Teddy, Sarah is just six. She’s a nice girl. The two of you can play together. But…” the patience drains from my voice, “don’t argue with me anymore. It’s time for breakfast.” As I rise I say to Meg, “Get him ready for breakfast while I get Sarah.”

I kiss Meg on the forehead and softly say, “Glad you enjoyed your present.”

Sarah’s room, the same room all my young daughters stay in for their two years with me, was in the basement. I unlocked the door and opened it. She was indeed a good little girl. It had taken her less than a month to learn how to keep daddy happy. This morning was no different. She was dressed and waiting for me. Just like I like, she was wearing a tight little top cut several inches above her navel to show of her sleek little tummy and a short little skirt that would show off her flowered panties at the hint of a bend in her waist. She walked up to me and let me kiss her full on the mouth, her tongue playing with mine.

“I brought you home a brother last night,” I said to Sarah. She said nothing, but other than that her reaction was the same as Teddy had for the news he had two sisters. To her all a new brother meant was more abuse. I assured her that was not the case and she seemed to accept it.

“What’s for breakfast?” she asked cheerfully.

“Let’s go see,” I said and the two of us went up the stairs. Of course, I had a plan for breakfast, but I liked to make it mysterious and she knew that. To celebrate Teddy’s arrival I made pancakes, a rare treat for my girls.

“You don’t have boy clothes,” said Teddy’s accusing voice as he stepped into the kitchen behind me.

I turned to look at him. He looked much the same as Sarah, showing off his tummy wearing a girlish top and skirt. No doubt he was also wearing flowered panties. He was right – there were no boy clothes in the house. But then, I didn’t care. He looked cute just the way he was. I made a mental note to let his hair grow out. In six months he’d pass for a girl.

Any anxiety that Sarah had over a new brother faded instantly. His clothes told the whole story. He was like her, not like Meg and me.

During breakfast Meg and Sarah talked and laughed. They knew me well enough to relax and take advantage of the times I was the daddy that little girls and boys expected. Even though the other half of me was never far away, that half wasn’t here now. Teddy didn’t relax, but he did stop sniffling long enough to eat his pancakes.

After breakfast, I showed Teddy where he would spend the nights when he wasn’t with Meg. As far as I was concerned there was no reason that he couldn’t share the room with his little sister. Sarah just shrugged at the idea of sharing her room. All that could be said of Teddy was that he didn’t voice his opinion of sharing a room with a girl.

It was an hour and a half after breakfast that I noticed Meg casually stroking the smooth skin of Teddy’s tummy. It was an idle, unconscious sign that she wanted to take him to her room and use him again. I’d seen her do it with Sarah. Her little sister saw it too and stiffened in response. She glanced at me. When Meg took Teddy, I was sure to take my 6-year-old treasure. Not knowing Meg’s intent, Teddy squirmed in embarrassment, but didn’t try to stop her.

Meg’s hand moved slowly, gently, rhythmically on Teddy’s skin for five minutes or so. Then she looked at me, rose, and walked over. This was different. I was sitting and she pushed me back, climbed on me, and pressed her lips hard to mine. The passion and desire in her was obvious, but she’d never seduced me in front of any of her sisters before.

When she broke the kiss, Meg looked into my eyes with an incredible hunger and said, “I want to share him with you now.” She jerked her head toward Sarah, “Put her away and let’s have some fun.”

Everybody reacted differently to Meg’s announcement. I felt my cock harden at the suggestion. She saw the acceptance in my eyes and smiled a sinister smile that made even my blood run cold. Sarah smiled a tiny smile and relaxed as she realized she was getting a reprieve. Teddy shrank back into the big, plush chair he occupied. “Sh-sh-share… me?”

Meg whirled quickly and closed on Teddy so quickly I thought he was going to faint. “In my room, Teddy,” she said, her sweetest of sweet voice promising anything but pleasure to her toy. Teddy sat frozen. She leaned forward and whispered to him. His eyes opened wide. He stared at her, judging her and then sprang up and ran to her room with her on his heels. I could only wonder what she’d said to him.

As she closed her door, she turned and said, “Give me five minutes, then knock.” Though she was the love of my life, I still locked her door from the outside. Meg wasn’t free to leave.

I took my time putting Sarah in her room and locking the door. The five minutes seemed to last forever. It was me that felt like the novice now. I’d never laid a hand on a boy, yet I wanted nothing more than to share Teddy with Meg. She’d already mentioned how suitable his mouth was to one of my favorite diversions. I already knew his screams were as erotic as any girl I’d ever whipped.

At precisely five minutes, I knocked on the bedroom door. “Come in,” came Meg’s voice. I pushed open the door and stepped into the room, then everything went black.

My head ached and my vision was blurred as I slowly came around. I tried to hold my throbbing head, but my arms wouldn’t move. I decided I was lying down on my back, but I couldn’t sit up. As my eyes focused, I looked up into Meg’s face. “Blaah, buh-blah blah ooo urt bad,” said Meg. I closed my eyes again. It hurt just to look and listen.

Meg forced pills into my mouth and poured water in after it. I swallowed out of reflex. She said something more, but the only word that stuck was “Aspirin.” I opened my eyes and kept them open this time. Meg was front and center in my field of view. Her and that knife she was waving inches from my face.

I jerked, trying to ball up and roll away, but nothing happened. She had me tied spread eagle on my own bed, naked. So many times I’d done the same with a girl and now she had me. Ten years she’d been biding her time for this moment, I figured. Get daddy horny as hell and bushwhack him. She’d done it well.

“Now that I have your attention,” she started. “Did you want me to cut off your balls or call the police?”

“Neither,” I croaked. I cleared my throat and repeated, “Neither.”

“You do understand that I could do either or both?”

“Yes, but…”

“And you have no doubt that I would?”

“No, but…”

“There’s no buts,” said Meg, she waved the knife menacingly, smiling that smile that made my blood run cold. And now I had reason for my blood to run cold.

“What do you want, Meg?” I asked.

“You to fucking marry me,” she said. She twirled the knife in her fingers so deftly that I almost missed her response.

“What?” I said as the words sank in. Maybe back in caveman days the man bopped the woman on the head and dragged her off as his mate, but that wasn’t particularly romantic and I sure didn’t want her doing it to me.

“Marry. Me. Which of those words don’t you understand?”

“Both, err, neither, I mean, I understand them both, but shit, you just hit me on the head.” Not to mention tied me up and threatened to cut my balls off.

“Yeah, well, look at it from my standpoint,” said Meg. “I haven’t been out of this damn house in 10 years. And I’ll never get out of this house because you don’t trust me not to tell your dirty little secrets.”

“True,” I said. “Ummm, actually…”

“What?” she said sarcastically. “You were just about to let me out of the house? You were about to trust me? Don’t you dare lie to me.”

“No, actually, I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” I admitted. “I mean, I guess someday…”

“Yeah, today is the day,” said Meg. “Because I *could* cut off your balls and I *could* call the police, but I won’t, my Sick Sadistic Bastard. Because all I want is your trust so I can live a normal life as Mrs. Sick Sadistic Bastard.”

“You’re only 15,” I pointed out.

She laughed. Apparently she’d thought of that, too. Her response was too quick not to be planned. “I sucked your cock when I was 5. And now you don’t want to marry me at 15?”

I blushed. Damn her. “I mean the church wouldn’t…”

“Not in a church, daddy,” she said. “You just say I do and I’ll say I do and that will do for me.”

“I do,” I said.

“Not when you’re tied up,” she said and she kissed me. She undid the knots on my ankles and then my wrists.

When I finally sat up, my headache was mostly gone. “You hit me on the head,” I said again.

“You made me,” she said back.

“Well, I do,” I said.

“Not yet,” she stopped me again. “We need witnesses. Teddy and Sarah are waiting.”

“Waiting?” I asked in surprise. I felt a moment of panic. I’d forgotten all about those two. I’d lost control. I’d been so careful for all these years. Where were Teddy and Sarah waiting? Had they escaped?

“Tied up. In my room,” said Meg, easing my fears. I should have known better.

I forgot all about my headache when I saw Teddy and Sarah. They were naked and tied identically. Sarah was facing away from us and Teddy was facing the door. As we entered, Sarah danced on her tiptoes to face us. Both had ball gags in their mouths. Their arms were tied behind their back, with elbows touching. A rope ran around their waist, through their crotch, up their back and to a hook on the ceiling. That rope kept them on their toes. I wondered how long I’d been out.

Meg led me into the room and we stopped in front of the two captives. She looked at me and said, “I do.”

“I do,” I said.

“Perfect,” she said. “Let’s do Teddy first.” We were married. Romance was over. She was ready to get down to business. Apparently this was her idea of consummating the union.

A wail escaped from behind Teddy’s gag as Meg lowered him and removed the rope that now dangled from his waist. His eyes showed his dread as she pulled him over to the bed and pushed him face down on to it. I followed her and a moan came from Sarah, still dancing on her tiptoes with no end in sight.

Meg cracked a wide leather belt across Teddy’s helpless ass and he started screaming. She smiled over at me and I recalled her casually calling herself Mrs. Sick Sadistic Bastard. She hit him two more times and then started stripping herself. When we were both naked, she hit him two more times and then said, “Who’s daddy’s little cocksucker?”

From behind us, Sarah’s voice came through her gag, “Me.”

“Quiet you little slut,” snapped Meg. She lashed the belt across Sarah’s bare thighs. She struck quick as a cobra and then her attention was immediately back on Teddy. Fuck, even I jumped. She pulled his head up using his hair as a handhold. “Who’s daddy’s little cocksucker?”

“Me?” said Teddy.

“That’s right,” said Meg. “You know what a cocksucker is?”

“Nooo,” said Teddy. But he didn’t like the sound of it.

“Remember what mommy taught you last night?”

Teddy was silent for a moment, wrestling with the change in status. It took me by surprise, too. Meg wasn’t his sister anymore. “Y-yes,” said Teddy. “Do what you say and you won’t hurt me.” He looked at me as if seeking assistance, but saw none in my eyes.

“Don’t disappoint your mommy, Teddy,” she said. “Turn around and kneel in front of daddy.”

My cock was throbbing with lust from the sight of Teddy getting whipped, the sound of his scream, Sarah dancing on her toes naked, yet seemingly so proud, and the thought of Teddy’s first blow job. He knelt, looking up at my cock, his eyes big with wonder. My cock was the center of everyone’s attention. When Meg said, “Lick it,” there was no doubt in his innocent young mind what ‘it’ was. His eyes got even wider, but he didn’t disappoint his mommy. He reached up and ran his tongue along the underside of my cock.

I felt the usual thrill from a child so young being thrust into the depravities of my world. His face was as beautiful and innocent as any of the girls that had used their tongues on me. His tongue as talented. His reluctance as obvious. And, his submissiveness was the match of any of my daughters. He ran his tongue over every inch of my cock, following mommy’s instructions. He sucked on my balls and kissed the tip of my cock.

When Meg said, “Suck it now, little cocksucker,” he rose up high enough to take the head in his mouth and suck on it. I pumped my hand up and down my cock, as he waited unsuspecting for his first mouthful. Meg knelt behind him, looking up at me over his head. “Fuck, daddy,” she said. “He’s only 8-years-old. A third grader. Sucking your cock. Show him what he gets for that. Give him what his hot little mouth wants.”

She bent her attention to Teddy. “When daddy gives you his cream, you let him. Don’t you pull away from daddy’s cock.”

Then she was back with me. “Show him, daddy. He’s a third grade cocksucker. Just a little boy who’s never done this before.”

Damn, she knows me well. I came without warning, surprising even myself. Teddy jerked back, but Meg had her hands behind his head, holding him as I shot once and then twice into his mouth. She let him pull away, but only so I could shoot on that perfect face, one, two, three more times. His distaste was obvious, but he had no alternative. It sent a chill down my spine too see him suffer. I shuddered as I milked a few more drop out of my cock just for him.

“Now stand up,” said Meg. She stood in front of him, giving herself a good view of his cum covered face without blocking my view. “Swallow what’s in your mouth.” He did. “Do this,” she said, running her tongue around her own lips. Teddy did as he was told, tasting the cum and getting more into his mouth. “Swallow,” said Meg.

Then she pulled him over to Sarah, sweet Sarah of the aching calves and feet, still dancing for us. “Lick his face,” said Meg. For the next couple of minutes, Sarah cleaned every drop of cum off her big brother’s face and swallowed it down.

Finally, Meg lowered Sarah down from tiptoes and removed the rope around her waist. She held Sarah close and said, “You’ve wanted a mommy so much. Now you’ve got one.” Sarah laid her head on Meg’s shoulder, relishing what seemed to be a tender moment. “You know what mommy wants now?”

“Me to lick your pussy,” said Sarah.

“That’s right, sweetie,” said Meg. “But first I want a couple of other things. Tell Teddy what rule number one is.”

“Do what you’re told when you’re told and you won’t get hurt.”

“Good girl,” said Meg. “Now, tell him what rule number two is.”

“Sometimes you get spanked just for the hell of it.”

“Let’s show him,” said Meg and she bent 6-year-old Sarah over the bed where Teddy had been. Quick as could be, Meg delivered 6 blows with the leather belt while Sarah screamed the whole time. As she stopped, Meg stood with her eyes closed, breathing in deeply as if trying to fill herself with the screams. With a shudder she lay down on the bed. Sarah’s little pink tongue darted into mommy’s pussy, licking and nibbling at Meg’s clit until she came.