Let Ava Volunteer

You place a reassuring hand on Izzie's shoulder, "It's okay, sweetie. You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with," you say knowing Izzie is comfortable with a good number of filthy things that could still make for a good night. Then you turn to Ava, who looks eager and slightly defiant. You know that the only reason she's volunteering to sign up to be one of these sluts is to outdo her sister. But if that's what she wants you're willing to let her have it.

"Let's go sign you up then." You say to Ava.

The girls follow you to the podium where the woman in the bustier hands you a form. You quickly fill it out, noting the waiver for participation and the details of the club's rules. Handing it back, the woman nods towards a curtained area, "She starts there."

Ava gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing behind the curtain. Izzie clings to your arm, her eyes still wide with worry. "Daddy, are you sure about this?"

"We'll stay close, Izzie." you assure her, patting her petite hand that's gripping your arm, leading her towards a bench near the curtain. You're not sure about it. What is Ava about to become? What will it mean? Can it be undone? It's certainly concerning, but also very hot.

A few minutes pass, and then Ava emerges, wearing a fiery red wig that contrasts sharply with her pale skin. She looks nervous but excited as a group of men approach her, almost as if they've sensed new blood was about to appear from behind the curtain. Coldly, they gesture for her to kneel, and she complies, her eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before focusing on the task ahead.

The men begin by draping a silk scarf over her eyes, blinding her hands behind her. One of them steps forward, his voice low and commanding, "Open your mouth."

You watch with interest.

The girls both belong to you of course, but you know part of being a good Daddy is knowing when to share your daughters. You're not a jealous man and you allow them to have their own boyfriends and girlfriends (it's important for girls their age). Not to mention a few Date Nights when you've had a little fun setting them up to interact with others for your amusement.

But never anything like this.

Ava obeys, her lips parting slightly and one man produces a large, glistening dildo from a nearby table and presses it against her lips. She takes it in slowly, her throat working as she adjusts to its size. The room is filled with the sounds of other activities, but here, it's almost intimate, the only sounds being the wet noises of Ava sucking and the occasional murmur of approval from the men.

Quickly the act of slurping on the dildo turns into the act of being skull-fucked by it, the man gripping it shoving it hard at Ava's young throat, again and again and again. Her body jolts each time. But she takes it like a good slut.

Izzie squeezes your hand tighter, her knuckles white. "Daddy, it's too much. Can we stop this?"

Intrigued, and not ready to call it of (not sure if you even can at this point), you step closer, watching as another man positions himself behind Ava, preparing to penetrate her from behind with another dildo. You reach out, your hand hovering uncertainly over Ava's head. The man behind her nods encouragement, and you find yourself stroking Ava's hair gently, a silent message of support.

The sensation of your touch seems to embolden her, and Ava begins to move more confidently, accepting the dildo deeper into her throat as the man behind her pushes his toy inside, and she gasps around the toy in her mouth, a gagging sound muffled yet audible.

The scene unfolds in front of you, explicit and intense. Ava's movements become more rhythmic, coordinated with the thrusts from behind. Ava moans deeply, the sound vibrating through the dildo in her mouth. The men around her grow more animated, their own excitement evident as they adjust their pace, matching hers. The air smells heavily of sex and sweat.

As you continue to assist, your other hand resting on her hip for balance, Ava suddenly arches her back, a clear signal of her arousal. The man behind her speeds up, his grunts mingling with Ava's moans. The atmosphere grows thicker, charged with anticipation.

"You're a Wonderland slut now!" The main man says with delight. He bends over so his face is close to hers, then in a moment that takes you by surprise and makes Ava's body jolt, he spits in her eye. "See, you probably think that you have needs that are important.... like the need to see what's being done to you. But your needs don't matter. All you need to do is accept that what's going to be done to you tonight is exactly what you deserve."

You know Ava's face and you can see in it a hint of regret that she volunteered for this. But there's not much you can do now. You're not exactly going to fight off all these men, even if you're not thrilled at playing the role of the cucked father.

You feel Izzie tug at your shirt. "Daddy, what are we going to do?" She asks.

And suddenly you have an idea.