Pink Sneakers - Daddy's Lollipop

Two things brought me here today to lie trussed and naked in this filthy cellar, listening to other girls screaming as they orgasm, listening to them gag and heave as their time comes, my own thighs open and my time beginning. The first thing was I had no daddy growing up and always yearned for one because daddies made girls feel loved and protected and safe. The other was a medical procedure I had when I was younger.

We visited Mom's gynaecologist to make sure everything was okay with me down there because my flow was spotty. That's when we learned about my thick hymen that was like a vault door between my legs. A vault door until it was opened in this cellar.

Mom was worried that my rare hymen was an indicator that something else was wrong, so the doctor slid a lubricated hysteroscope inside me and through my cervix into my uterus. Mom told me the doctor was just going to look inside my baby pocket and I gasped at the invasive sensation and my insides cramped tight as the doctor assured me that it was a routine procedure and would be over soon. But for me it was the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt, and as she pumped my uterus full of fluid and moved the scope around inside me, I quivered and curled my pelvis and cried out as my mom held my hands tight. Mom and the doctor thought I was having a bad reaction to the invasive penetration but I was having an orgasm deep in my belly and didn't want it to stop.

When it was over and my baby pocket drained into a pan, I was trembling and sweaty and wanted to feel that again.

I couldn't keep going back to the doctor to have the hysteroscope pushed into me, so I searched for a way to do it myself. It was on a visit to grandma's that I found her knitting basket and some knitting needles with smooth tapered tips. I chose one that looked to be the same thickness as the hysteroscope and was so nervous sneaking it out hidden in the sleeve of my hoodie. I was excited to get it home and see if it felt the same as the hysteroscope.

It did, and so most nights from then on I'd warm it up under hot water before bedtime and carefully guide it past my hymen and through my cervix and once it was in the tight confines of my baby pocket my orgasms would start. Tight, clenching convulsions in the core of my sex that made me hump my hips as I pressed my fingers down between my belly button and my mound with my free hand, making me so aware that there was a rigid rod deep inside my most tender flesh. I could feel my uterus growing into a tight hard ball as I squirmed and cried out into the pillow I pressed against my face.

For the next few years as my boobs grew bigger and my hips widened and girls around me shared their stories about sex with boys and other girls, I never once heard any of them talk about doing what I loved to do. In an anonymous online chat, I only told them I masturbated and they teased me that I needed to feel a cock inside me before I'd know what sex really could do for me. But I did know what my knotting needle could do and their descriptions of their orgasms made them sound messy and lame by comparison. My knitting needle insertions always left me weak and sweaty, totally exhausted and happy. I slept so soundly after I came that way. But doing that thing to myself made me feel like a freak. It was my hidden shame, making me more awkward and more timid and more shy.

Then the Pink Sneakers posts started showing up on our local chat and when I followed a few links they had in them, I was rattled by what I found.

The Pink Sneakers people travel around the country putting on their one-day sex parties, stopping at towns for a day to do their thing, and their thing was mind-blowing. It was all about helping girls with their orgasmic suicides and all a girl had to do to enter the fair was wear a pair of pink sneakers and show up where their bus stopped for pick-ups.

It was crazy that this existed and videos of girls doing it made a hunger deep in my lower belly awaken. Girls were willingly strangled, hanged, fist-fucked, stabbed, gutted like fish, and the ones that made my knees wobble; girls letting themselves be impaled. I didn't know there was such a thing until I watched three videos of girls taking wooden spits up their bums or pussies. This wasn't pushing a knitting needle inside their baby pocket, this was being fucked from crotch to gullet, cumming like crazy as they convulsed and pissed and sicked-up all over themselves as their bellies pulsed.

That night when I masturbated with my knitting needle I pushed it deeper than ever before, stretching my baby pocket until it hurt, and my orgasm was so intense I convulsed longer than I ever had and sicked-up in my mouth a little from the depth of the sensations. It felt so good when my tummy curled and pushed my bedtime snack up my throat as I came. Impalement - I couldn't get the word out of my head, and when Pink Sneakers announced they were coming to the long valley our city was in I almost fainted.

I was a timid girl with no sexual experience with anyone but myself, I was shy and withdrawn, and when boys talked to me I'd blush and move away, being teased that I was a silly little girl. I never had a daddy to teach me how to talk to boys. But Pink Sneakers was coming and by the sounds of it all girls were welcome to experience the wildest sexual peak of her life.

I spent thirty days obsessing about how it would feel. Thirty days of flip-flopping between 'I'm going' and 'I'm terrified'. Thirty days of watching girls walking the streets in town wearing new pink sneakers. Thirty days of playing at impalement with my knitting needle and wondering if I dared spread my legs for the real thing.

If I went.

If I went.

This morning was the day of the fair and I barely slept last night. My tummy was upset, but a hot shower then a cold one woke me up so I could dress. A glass of milk calmed my tummy.

I almost didn't go, remembering the three Rules of the Pink Sneakers Fair;

Rule 1
- Only girls wearing pink sneakers will be allowed on the bus

Rule 2 - 
Good girls get to choose what happens to them

Rule 3 - 
Once girls are on the fairgrounds, THEY CANNOT LEAVE

The last rule still scared me but excited me as well, and I wondered if I had a daddy to love and protect me would he save me from myself?

What haunted me the most was not going and for the rest of my life yearning for what I could have felt, regretting that I let myself get left behind by other girls in pink sneakers who weren't coming home today.

I was trembling as I walked through town to the park where the bus was picking the girls up to take them to the fair. Sporting my new pink sneakers I rounded the corner I saw three girls in their own pink sneakers climb aboard a bus, the doors closed and the bus pull away. I ran toward it, waving my arms, crying "Wait! Wait!" but the bus rumbled down the road away from me.

I'd missed it.

I wandered into the park as tears blurred my vision, stumbling and hating myself.

"Hey?" a girl's voice called out behind me and I turned and saw two older girls approaching, "Don't be upset. The bus is coming back."

"Back?"

"They've picked up three loads so far." the second girl told me, "Girls are coming in from all over the valley."

I looked down and saw they were wearing brand new matching pink sneakers.

"Yep." the first girl said, "Us too!"

I smiled timidly, wiping the foolish tears from my eyes. Three loads? I wondered how many girls that was. I expected maybe ten girls, fifteen at the most, but not busloads. How many girls had sick fantasies like me?

"I'm Jenn and this is Sandy." the first girl said.

"Darby." I told them.

"What are you into, Darby?" Sandy asked.

I was confused by the question.

"How do you want to get done?" Jenn asked as we sat on a bench together, "You're going to be a good girl so you get to choose, right?"

I nodded nervously.

"So?"

"Something ... something pushed inside me." I stammered.

"Something deep?"

I nodded, feeling my face flush.

"Us too." Jenn said.

"Just as we start to cum." Sandy laughed.

"The best time for it to happen." Jenn finished her sentence.

"With what?" I asked.

"Knives, right here." Sandy said, poking her tummy just below her belly button, "Stab and pull upward." she said pulling her imaginary knife up her long belly, "And feel everything gush out."

"Oh god." I whispered.

"I know, right?" Jenn said and they both laughed.

"It's going to be intense." Sandy promised, "The time of your life if you're a good girl and let them sex you up."

More girls gathered as we waited, and then as Jenn promised, the empty bus turned the corner and stopped in front of us, its doors hissing open and we climbed aboard.

"Be sure of your choices girls. Take your time and watch other girls' experiences before you choose your own." an older woman told us all, "We offer you the most intense earthly delights at the Fair. We'll sex you up and get you cumming like you've never cum before, then make your dirty dreams come true on the best day of your life."

When I sat down I saw the empty seat beside me was wet, and when I touched it and lifted my fingers to my nose I smelled pussy and sweat. The last girl who'd sat there had been very excited.

The bus ride was long and wound down what everyone called 'old factory road'. It was where they used to make tanks and trucks during the war, and the area was left to decay for years. We finally arrived at a cracked and overgrown parking lot and the woman ushered us off the bus.

"There's different stations in the Fair, so you'll be able to find exactly what you want." she said, pointing to a pathway in the parking lot that was overgrown with bushes and trees, "Each station has staff that will take care of you to make your experience perfect."

We all could hear the distant voices of girls, some crying out in pain or intense pleasure, some screaming, some outside, and some echoing from inside buildings. It sounded like wild and uninhibited madness.

"Don't be scared and don't hold back. Let your horny little selves run wild and scream it out when you need to, no one will be judging you." the woman laughed, " Remember; this will be the best day of your life! Go on then!"

In a staggered line we all walked into the trees toward the sounds we heard and I never knew watching girls dying sexually would be arousing for me.

The first station we came to had a big sign nailed to a tree that said THE PIT in neon pink letters, and under that in smaller letters; YOUR LAST STOP IF YOU TRY TO LEAVE. But the first girl I saw wanted to be there and was kneeling in front of the pit, a stump under her chest. She was still wearing her clothes and when I got closer I saw that her hand was between her thighs under her short skirt and she was masturbating as she stared into the pit. Her underpants were a wet ball crumpled in her other hand. She didn't look like she was being forced. She looked like she wanted what was about to happen.

When I got near enough and looked, I saw three dead girls already in the pit; two naked, and one still dressed with her jeans and underpants peeled down her thighs. They all had bloody throats and bloody open mouths, their eyes staring at nothing. One naked girl's belly was sliced open from hip-to-hip and her insides were puddled between her spread thighs.

"That's her sister down there. She tried to leave and they caught her." a girl standing beside me whispered, "This girl watched and wants to join her."

I watched a man step up behind the girl and lift a large knife to her throat and waited. The girl didn't flinch or try to pull away, just stared at her dead sister's guts in the pit and masturbated. After a minute I could hear her breathing getting faster, then she whispered; "... cumming ..." and made little grunting sounds. The man cut her throat in one fast, deep slice. The girl held herself as still as she could, gagging and choking, her bum jiggling as she came and sicked-up blood, her chest coming to rest on the stump as she kept masturbating. I could hear the squishy sounds of her fingers churning inside her pussy. Then the man pushed the knife into her side and cut her belly open, splitting it and her top and the girl grunted wetly as her insides splooshed between her trembling thighs.

I think she was still cumming.

When she finally slumped, the man pushed her body in the pit to join her sister.

It was only just beginning; further along the path and past a painted sign that said PLAYGROUND and we came to a cluster of small sheds where filthy, naked girls were being treated rough, played with, spanked, and fucked to screaming orgasms. There was an area called HANG UPS, the sign in florescent orange. Girls were being strangled and hanged there, some naked, some still clothed, but all were cumming as it happened.

With other girls I walked toward a factory building where most of the screams were coming from. Jenn and Sandy from my bus were talking to a young guy wearing a STAFF t-shirt as I walked past.

"We met each other at the hospital." Jenn said to him, "We get treatment together."

"What, for like AIDS or something?" he asked.

"Actually lymphoma." Sandy said, "Basically we want you to kill us as we ..."

Then both; "... orgasm."

"Yeah." the man said, "We'll do that." and led them through a gateway with a sign that said WET WORK in lime green paint. The name WET WORK made me quiver as I walked toward it. I wondered if what I wanted was 'wet work'. What I saw was a nightmare, but a sexy one.

My head was spinning; the station was filled with girls in their last moments of life and others watching and awaiting their turn. The station was loud, not only with the death-metal pounding in the background, but girls crying out in their terrible ecstasy. It was frenzied, the girls all eager, trembling and horny. It smelled like raw pussy, sick-up, and blood. I heard a girl crying out; "Yes-Yes!", "Don't Stop!", and "I'm cumming!" It was so loud and all the girls so frantic that I felt I was in a violent sexual dream. I even saw a boy in the crowd from my school and was surprised that he was wearing a string bikini and pink sneakers. I didn't know that they let boys in, but when I thought about it, that boy was always teased for being feminine, so maybe he thought of himself as a girl. The crotch of his bikini bottoms was bulged and had a shiny wet spot. He was aroused by what he was seeing and I wondered how he wanted to be done.

It became a blur as I moved through the crowd.

I saw Jenn again, standing naked now watching Sandy sitting perched on the end of a bench with her thighs spread wide open. Her wrists and elbows tied behind her back and her body was shaking as it curled.

She was riding a fat dildo.

When I got beside Jenn I saw that the man who agreed to do them both had pushed a hooked knife into Sandy's lower belly and was holding it there as her belly clenched and she squeezed her thighs down on the sides of the bench as she ground herself on the dildo.

Jenn was trembling beside me, her long pale legs awkward as she stood with her knees apart, toes digging into the dirt as they curled. She was masturbating furiously as she got herself ready for her turn on the bench.

"You stopped, but I want it." Sandy cried out, her voice raw with emotion, desperate for her orgasm.

"More upright." the man told her and adjusted his grip on the knife buried inside her pooched out lower belly.

"Okay!" she said enthusiastically and arched her back, pushing her belly outward for him to finish what he started. The man pulled and jerked the hooked knife up her belly as she bucked and gasped, her intestines slithering and plopping wetly on the ground between her spread thighs as her belly opened from her crotch to sternum. Her mouth and eyes were wide and she was staring at the bodies of the girls who'd already had their turn laying with loose limbs and pale skin in a pile, their guts puddled around them, knowing she would be one of them in moments.

Sandy was cumming as her belly opened and I could see she was peeing forcefully, spraying the bench and the dirt in front of it, her nipples puckered and tight. Beside me, Jenn was fingering her sopping pussy frantically, the squishy sounds loud as she dripped girl cum down her open thighs and onto the ground. We watched Sandy convulsing as the man pulled the knife from her open belly and reached inside her to play inside her lower belly making her sick-up all over her chest and her pink, bloody guts as she shook in orgasm.

"Ohh! Did you see that shit?" Jenn cried out, and when the man dragged Sandy's body to the pile, Jenn rushed to the bench and sat where her friend had sat on the dildo and spread her legs the same way as her friend as a woman tied her wrists behind her back.

"Do me just like Sandy." Jenn gasped and arched her back. I couldn't help myself; I cupped my crotch and squeezed through my leggings as I watched her be gutted and — like Sandy — it was spectacular and brutal. Never once did she lose her enthusiasm, even when the man's hand was inside her making her cum and sick-up violently.

I stayed and watched other girls' final moments on the bench and noticed that once the pain stopped and their orgasms eased, expressions of contentment and bliss softened their faces before their eyes dulled and lost focus. They all ended their lives as happy girls while others eagerly waited to join them. I wanted to be a happy girl too, and went off in search of what my body was hungry for.

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I was in a daze as I wandered and watched girls unleashing their dark desires as the crotch of my leggings grew so wet and shiny that other girls smiled when they looked at it then up at me. We were all sisters this crazy day and none of us were ever going home. It was the first time in my life that I felt like I might belong.

In the madness of this loud and deadly carnival of flesh, I finally saw what I was looking for. An open gateway to an old factory building that said; WANT IT DEEP? in blood-red letters.

I wanted it deep so that building was for me. But as I walked toward the main building, a sign above an outbuilding caught my eye; INFLATION STATION - STOP HERE FIRST.

"Going inside?" a woman in a Staff t-shirt. asked.

"Y-yes." I answered

"Well, if you're going into the main building, you need to be cleaned out first." she said, guiding me around the side of the outbuilding "We don't want it to get unpleasant in there."

I didn't realize how long I'd been at the fair watching girls cumming and dying until I saw that the sun was starting to set. As I walked around the outbuilding where the woman pointed me, I saw a girl lying face down in the dirt, a garden hose disappearing through the leg of her white shorts. She was masturbating and moaning and put a finger of her free hand to her lips and went; "shhhh" and I think she was cumming because I heard a gush and she messed her shorts as her bum quivered.

Near me on a grassy area another girl was on her hands and knees and moaned loud as her bumhole opened and her water-filled belly emptied itself right in front of me. The water was clear.

I could smell her ripe pussy, so I guessed enemas could be sexy.

As I stood watching her, she got up and lined her bum up with a wooden spit and lowered herself onto it. As she started fucking herself on it, two muscular arms gently encircled me from behind and I felt a man's breath tease my ear as he pulled me tight to his body.

"You like this?" he asked in a deep, soothing voice as the girl pushed herself deeper onto the spit.

"Y-yes." I said.

"You want to be a lollipop girl?

I thought of my knitting needle and how it felt, and the girl impaling herself in front of me.

Lollipop

"Yes ..." and I hesitated, feeling needy.

"Strip down and lean up against the wall." he said as he moved behind me.

I peeled my leggings and underpants down my legs and over my sneakers and threw them away. My crotch was sweaty and slimy with milky mucus from having the hornies for so long. I pulled my loose top off as I stood up and kicked off my pink sneakers, then leaned forward against the wall with both hands.

"Bum out." he said.

I stepped my feet back and apart and felt warm water flowing between my bum cheeks, then he pushed the nozzle into my bumhole and my belly began to fill with the warm water. It felt silky and sensual as it swelled my insides.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Strange but good." I gasped, feeling the water making the bottom of my belly grow round and heavy, then gurgle up my left side and across the top of my empty bowels with delicious little cramps. He wrapped his free arm around me and hugged me to him, playing with my tits and nipples.

"... daddy ..." I gasped at these fresh sensations, wanting him to be my daddy; wanting my fantasy to come true.

"Let it out, baby girl." he said as he pulled the nozzle out of my bum and my belly clenched and pushed all the water out in one long gush just like the girl on the grass, and I knew why she moaned so loud - it felt good to release all the pressure.

"Are you ready now?" he asked, still holding me.

"Yes ... daddy." I said as I stood upright, hearing the impaled girl start cumming as she sicked-up. As we walked toward the building I looked back at her; she was convulsing, curling her pelvis and back, humping herself around the rigid spit in her belly as a woman rubbed her lower back and telling her she was a "Good girl"

I wondered if I could take it like that, but I knew it would be better if daddy to put it inside me, doubting I could do it myself like the dying girl was.

As I walked bare-bummed with daddy across the way toward the main building, a group of new girls arrived in the area. They were still clean and wearing cute clothes with pink sneakers on their feet. A few of their crotches were darkened with pussy drippings like mine was before I got naked for daddy.

The girl's eyes were wide as they watched what was going on and their puckered nipples tented the front of their t-shirts. They watched me make my way toward the main building on my pale, shaky legs, clean enema water still bubbling from my bumhole and running down my inner thighs. They were in awe, knowing I was going inside for my impalement, knowing that like the other girls they'd seen on their way here that I would soon be screaming in orgasm. Their eyes were hungry to watch me be skewered and to watch other girls do it before they took their turns. I felt a little thrill at the thought of being watched by other horny girls.

Into the main building I saw a moaning girl being fucked by a wooden spit, her pussy pulsing her girl juice as a man stroked it inside her. Another screaming girl was strapped to a metal harness as a long corkscrew was twisted up through her pussy into her guts, her belly muscles jerking and twitching. I discovered the feminine boy from my school wanted what I wanted when I looked in a little room and saw him kneeling on a mattress. A woman was pumping a black rod deep up his bum as his little tummy rolled and hitched. His throbbing cock jumped and danced as he begged; "Do me, mommy! Do me deep!" He was going to end his life a happy boy and I was happy for him - after all the teasing in school he deserved to have his dreams come true at the Fair like all us girls. It was after I left him gagging and cumming that I saw the girl who did it for me, warming my belly and making my pussy quiver inside ...

She was easing her bumhole down over a blunt spit so thick and long it made her belly bulge, a staff girl not much older than me encouraging her.

"That's it, baby." the girl cooed, "Take it all. Take it right to the root."

"... oh god, i'm c-c-cumming ..." the girl whimpered in a tremulous voice.

"You're going to cum even harder when you get the rest." the girl said as she stepped on a lever under the metal box the girl was sitting on, "Now line it up. Use your hand and line it up."

As I watched, the girl pushed the long lump to the centre of her belly to line it up with her stomach. I wanted to see her entire impalement before my turn and daddy patiently held me while I watched.

I felt safe and protected in his arms.

"Does a sweet little girl like you want that too?" he asked, motioning toward the girl with the bulged belly.

"Y-yes. But not so thick." I told him as the staff girl started to slowly work the lever, making clicking sounds in the base of the box, and the impaled girl began to quiver and moan.

"It's only the eighteen inch base of it that's thick." daddy said, "The spit that's coming up from inside it is as thin as your thumb. Watch now."

The girl gagged, then heaved, then gasped; "Oh dear god! I'm cumming. Cumming. Cum-ming!" and her hips began to hump and she began to sick-up as she pinched and twisted her nipples hard.

"Good girl!" the girl working the lever said, "Ride it, baby! Ride it!"

The girl kept cumming and sicking-up as she tilted her head back and then gurgled on the metal spit as it slid out of her mouth, her body spasming hard. Then she bit down on the spit, her teeth crackling and shattering in her pukey mouth, pee spurting from her crotch.

"Good girl!" the staff girl cheered her on.

As we watched the girl die in orgasm, daddy cupped his hands under my tits and was playing with my nipples - stroking and twirling them - something no one had ever done for me before. It felt so good. Little electric tingles spreading across my chest giving me shiver-bumps, making my belly come alive and my pussy throb and drip more.

"Does it feel good?" daddy asked as the impaled girl slumped on her box, and his fingers still played with my nipples. The new girls who I'd seen outside had joined us and two were watching daddy get me ready.

"Yes." I whispered, feeling his cock hardening against my back.

"Is that what you truly want?" he asked as I watched the staff girl levering the spit out of the girl's body as it slowly sagged.

"Yes."

"What will your real daddy think when they find your body here with the rest?" daddy asked me, "Will he be surprised, or does he know your dark cravings?"

"I don't have a real daddy."

"You want me to be your daddy, don't you?" he asked, "You want daddy to play with you and make you cum and give you what your little belly is hungry for?"

I felt a wash of excitement thrill its way through my body, from my throat to my crotch.

"... yes, daddy ..." I whispered and leaned back into him, giving myself to him, giving my body and my life to him. I felt safe with this man; he was older and I could feel his confidence like I could feel the heat from his body against my back. He picked up a long, sharp wooden spit from a pile of them leaning against the wall.

"You be my little cream-filled lollipop and I'll push my stick inside you." he said, showing it to me. I heard one of the new girls whisper; "oh god" as I swallowed hard - I imagined my body becoming his living lollipop, squirming as he skewered me, making me sick-up my cream.

It made me tremble badly; I was going to get what I came here for.

"You ready for this, little girl?"

I nodded and asked in a hushed voice looking at the long wooden spit; "We each get our own?"

"Yes, sweet girl. This is your very own." he told me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, walking me toward a set of stairs into the cellar away from the new girls, "Now let's go turn you into a happy lollipop."

Ahead of us another girl was holding hands with a man who carried a spit, happily swinging their arms as they walked down the stairs as well. Behind me I heard the staff girl tell the new ones; "Enemas first, ladies." but two of the new girls were following to watch us in the cellar.

Downstairs the cellar was dim and filthy and stunk of pussy, pee, sick-up, and open bumholes. The other girl got down on her hands and knees in one corner, lifting her bare bum to her man and the two new girls sat on the stairs to watch us.

One corner of the cellar was piled with discarded clothing and pink sneakers. Another was a shrine to impalement, a pile of naked, wet girls laying atop each other. Their bellies were bloated and distended, mouths open, some with spits protruding from both ends, some only out their bums or pussies, yet all of their serene faces were slimy with fluids sicked-up from their punctured stomachs. I felt weak in my thighs wondering how that violence would feel in my own little belly and how much it would swell.

My daddy laid me down in the grit and puddles of other girls' sick-up and pee as he picked up a rope and trussed my thighs to my ankles and wrapped my wrists that he hoisted by a hook in the ceiling.

"Are you a virgin?" daddy asked me as he stroked my slippery slit with a finger, and I nodded.

"Let's fix that." he said and I spread my trembling thighs for him and feel the sharp bite of my hymen tearing.

And now ...

And now ...

I'm wet and loose from his fingers.

"You still want to be my lollipop, baby girl?" he asks.

"... yes ..." I say, and I feel a tingling thrill in my core as he sits between my trussed thighs with my spit on the dirty floor beside me. In the far corner, the other man is fucking his girl with a spit just like mine with long smooth strokes. Her bum is held high and her cheek rests on the floor, and I can see her bumhole is loose around the wooden shaft. Her face is of a girl in utter bliss, her body shiny and slick with sweat. I can see her belly tighten every few strokes so I know she's having little orgasms, and after each one she lets it hang plump and loose.

On the stairs the two new girls watch and masturbate lazily.

My daddy now slides two of his fingers into my cummy pussy. He's loosening it with his fingers and it feels good. He curls them and gives me a deep sexual throb inside as he starts finger-fucking me, churning my lower belly. I can feel an orgasm begin swelling in there right away.

"No cumming unless you ask permission." daddy says.

"... yes, daddy ..." I whimper. I've never felt this good, never this sexual, never this loose and compliant, and because of all that and daddy's fingers moving inside me I start to cum and fight to hold it from exploding.

"... daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy, daddy, daddy ... daddy, can I cum?" I chant frantically as my belly muscles jump and twitch.

"Yes." he says and I let go of all control, letting my belly muscles clench tight as it swells in orgasm. I cry out and my pelvis bucks around his fingers, my bum slapping on the dirty floor.

"... oh my ... oh my god ..." I am drowning in my orgasm and hear the other girl gag and sick-up for the first time. Seeing her body curling around her spit triggers another pulse of orgasm in me.

"... oh ... daddy can I cum?" I whimper and even before he says "Yes" I'm cumming again, crying out as he grinds his fingertips against the roof of my pussy, lifting my crotch, holding half my weight off the floor. Pinned on his fingers, I cum hard, watching the other girl sicking-up, her cheek in the growing puddle of her mess as her man fucks her deep with her spit. Knowing that will soon be me sends a wash of tingles up my skin, puckers my nipples and intensifies my orgasm, I feel pee squirting between my thighs.

"Cum and squirt. Cum and squirt." daddy says, "There you go. Cum and squirt. Cum and squirt."

"Fuck, daddy." I cry out, my body convulsing, still hooked on his fingers.

"Cum and squirt." daddy says again as he lowers my bum back to the floor, still finger-banging me, my pussy sopping, my bum grinding into the grit on the floor. I'm such a dirty girl, such a filthy girl and it brings tears to my eyes. I know my life is almost over and that I waited too long before I just let myself go to feel these wonderful, perverted things. If I'd known how much of a dirty girl I really was I could have let boys do these things to me long ago and felt these thrills.

"Daddy, can I cum?" I sob and whine and my daddy's beautiful deep voice says; "Yes." and I do; waves of orgasms rolling through my belly as the other girl's stomach empties through her open mouth and her bum quivers like jello pierced by her wooden shaft. She's having her final cum and I love her in this moment, watching her gurgle her last orgasm up her gullet to spew watery, yellow sickness across the floor before her open eyes. She is the sister I never had and here we are together in this filthy cellar being impaled and experiencing orgasms undreamed of. Our dead flesh will be pressed together once we're thrown on the pile, our souls lingering in this cellar forever, still gripped in our final deadly orgasms.

And suddenly daddy's fingers slide out of me and I flop around on the floor like a fish on a dock, my pelvis still twitching and curling as I watch the girl sick-up weakly as she shudders and chokes on the spit in her gullet.

I feel daddy's hand on my thigh, trying to steady me, trying to calm my overstimulated body. I can smell the ripe arousal of my pussy, the skunky spice of my armpits, the pungent smells of pee and sick-up in the air, surrounding me like a perverted garden. I can taste the bile at the back of my tongue, knowing that soon I too will be sicking-up everything in my belly as daddy skewers me like a living lollipop right through the core of my flesh. My stomach feels full because my mouth has been watering and I've been swallowing it, so I know I'll be sicking-up foamy spit and bile.

I watch another urlp! of sick-up gush from the girl's mouth, her quivering thighs calming, her belly swollen and slumped. She looks happy and peaceful.

"... fuck ... oh fuck ... fuck ..." I whimper.

I feel it; the hard, unforgiving rigidness of my spit sliding into my overworked and sloppy pussy, loose now for the first time in my life, my hymen tattered by his fingers, my opening stretched and gaped like a ripe orange.

I thought I would feel fear, but I don't. I want this. I want my impalement now and my daddy's going to give it to me. Daddy is going to push it inside me. It's my turn. After watching so many girls cut and gutted, hanged and impaled, it's finally my turn. Girls are crying out in painful ecstasy and sicking-up above us. They sound fresh and new and I wonder if the bus is still bringing them. The other girl and her man have gone - her to the body pile in the corner and him back upstairs to collect the next girl, so it's just daddy and me left down here in our filthy concrete cocoon and the girls watching from the stairs.

"... daddy ..." I gasp as I feel him pushing the spit into me, finding the opening of my cervix with the sharp tip. I grunt and strain as the spit opens the tiniest hole in my sex, wedging its way inside my most tender flesh. My body is the lollipop to his wooden stick, my spit, the one he chose just for me. I savour every second and sensation.

"... daddy ..." I grunt as a soul-deep pain grips my belly and he pushes it deeper. Yes, daddy, yes. Skewer me. Make me your lollipop.

Do me now.

I need you now.

My belly still quivers from the waves of orgasms daddy gave me with his fingers and I feel a new one building and now the spit is inside my baby pocket, lubricated by my girl cum. It's filling then stretching long inside me as the sharp tip finds the top of my baby pocket, pushing it higher into my belly, pulling my pussy inside with it. Feeling it moving things inside my belly makes me squirm. I feel weak and frail, shaky and vulnerable, and I love these feelings. It's the feeling of total surrender to daddy and I trust he will give me everything I want. Everything I bought with my pink sneakers.

"Good girl." he says softly, and I know it's because I'm not fighting it, "Good girl."

Daddy is moving my lollipop stick inside me and oh god, it is an overwhelming sensation. I feel the puncture as the top of my baby pocket splits open around the sharped end of the spit. I feel the slick slithering as the tip slides into my belly and my baby pocket and pussy slide back down the shaft. Oh god, it's in me now. It's really in me. I gag and heave, foamy spit and bile gurgling at the back of my throat before I swallow it back down.

"That's a fucking cock whore right there." daddy says louder, "Yes, good girl."

I spread my thighs wider and daddy starts to fuck me with my spit and I'm cumming without asking permission. It's a different kind of orgasm; a gripping, clenching orgasm that throbs in my core as my belly muscles clench down hard to grip the spit and hold it inside as my bowels start to squirm around it like live snakes. Few girls will ever know this terrible ecstasy, and I pity them. Few will ever feel a penetration this deep and if they only knew they could have it by wearing pink sneakers and getting on a bus they could have their bowels flushed clean and cum and cum and cum. The spit is rigid inside me, stroking ever higher toward its final goal; my stomach then my gullet. I press my head back and open my mouth, arching, gagging as the spit slides up and down inside my belly.

"Yes. good girl." daddy's gentle voice encourages me, "That's how you open that little whore mouth, bitch."

My sweet daddy is fucking me gently and slowly with this shaft of sexual death. Daddy fucked me with his fingers and made me scream, and now he fucks me with death and oh, how I want this to last. My belly clenches hard and tight again and I feel my bumhole open and dribble. I'm thankful now for my enema, thankful I am clean inside and don't have to grip my bumhole so I don't mess myself. I let my straining belly push my bumhole open and feel it gape and push outward like an unrolling sock and I love the sensation. Now I know why enema girl's bumhole was so loose and sloppy, it's these straining, clenching waves of orgasm that the spit causes as it moves up and down inside me.

"Yes. Good girl. Good girl."

I gag and heave as I feel the tip prod my stomach — my creamy centre coming alive. Daddy's going to push right through that cream and make his little lollipop spew her foamy spit and bile. I feel the bite of the spit in the pit of my stomach and I sick-up the first mouthful and my orgasm flares stronger.

"Yes. Yes. Good."

I sick-up and spew again as the spit wobbles my skewered stomach and my bowels squirm around it and my pussy and baby pocket move inside me, clinging to my lollipop stick. My toes curl and cramp and my nipples tingle like electricity.

"Good girl." he soothes me as I feel the spit tickling the bottom of my gullet, "That's how you choke on it."

And I am choking, the spit sliding up and down low in my gullet, and I'm spewing, sicking-up the foam and blood and bile as my stomach wobbles, now completely penetrated by my spit. My creamy centre gushing from my open mouth and my belly and insides hugging the moving spit like they know that as long I can feel the spit moving I'm still alive and cumming.

Daddy is still talking to me as he fucks me to death but his voice is lost in the desperate voices of the girls upstairs as they become lollipops too. These sensations are growing stronger in me and I squirm around my spit, my bare bum slick on the filthy floor.

"That's how you keep that naughty little throat open." I hear him as I gag hard and twist my body around the spit, choking and cumming and dying now. I can feel it. I can feel my body dying, my lungs starved for air, my blood pounding in my ears and eyes, my pussy gripping the spit so hard it aches. But I feel my orgasm growing in power, my entire core involved now — from my throbbing pussy to my convulsing gullet. I arch my head back further, feeling the spit tickling the back of my throat. I pull against my ropes, turning my body, pressing my cheek against the floor, my bum sliding through the puddles of vomit and pussy juice leaked and gushed from the girls in the pile while they still lived. I feel my rectum pushed right through my bumhole, forming a plump wrinkled rose, tight between my bumcheeks. I feel the grip of one final orgasmic spasm as the spit presses down the root of my tongue and fills my mouth.

"There you go." daddy says, his voice excited, happy for me.

My entire body is awash in a terrible pleasure now, my skin, my face, my belly, my slamming heart, my stomach spewing its blood and filth past the spit in my mouth as I clench tight and hold myself rigid until I can't. I linger there in this ecstasy far longer than possible; my tits throbbing to be fondled, my nipples sharp and alive with pleasure, my pussy and baby pocket riding the pumping spit, plunging a torrent of pleasure through my stomach to gurgle up my gullet and past my flaccid lips. This is pure sexual bliss and I am happy and free of regret and shame as it flows through me from my curled toes to my arched throat.

In a rush, my strength leaves me and my body slumps. My belly softens and my thighs flop limp and open I sink into a warm pleasure I never knew existed — it's like a dream, a sweet wonderful dream, and I now know what all those dying girls felt at the end.

... I'm done ... oh god, I'm done ...

"Good girl!" daddy tells me.

I am a good girl, and I am a happy girl, and yes, I am a done girl. I feel my body quiet as it's released from life. I hear the desperate sounds of the girls upstairs growing dim in my ears; one calling out to her daddy, begging him to fuck her, so she is just beginning; another cumming loudly so she's in the middle; and another sicking-up violently so she's nearly done as well. I know the girls on the stairs have risen to go upstairs to find their daddy's and their spits. I love them for surrendering to this final ecstasy and I love my daddy and I love my body and I love myself.

I'm daddy's little lollipop, the spit tight inside my baby pocket, my belly and throat, my face pressed into the puddle of my sicked-up creamy centre ... I'm a lucky girl who found her daddy and her bliss on the best day of her life ...

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