“You see,” Jax said, reaching for the Velcro tabs of my diaper, “the… shall we say?… merchandising potential is considerable.” The diaper came away in his hands, leaving me completely exposed to their hungry gazes. My face burned with humiliation as he spread my legs wider, showcasing my freshly shaved pussy and anus.
“Notice how wet she is,” he continued, running a finger along the terribly sensitive cleft of my pussy. I whimpered as he collected my arousal on his fingertip and held it up for Viktor and Oscar to see. “Even while being humiliated in front of strangers. That’s how you know you have the right type of girl.”
“This is too much,” I whispered, trying to close my legs. “Please, Daddy, not like this?—”
His hand cracked across my already tender bottom, making me yelp. “Did I give you permission to speak, little girl?” Another sharp slap followed, then another. “Did I?”
“No, Daddy,” I sobbed, tears of shame and pain sliding down my cheeks.
Oscar leaned forward, his eyes dark with desire. “May I?” he asked, reaching toward me.
Jax nodded, and I felt Oscar’s hand on my burning bottom, squeezing and kneading the flesh. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “So ready for it.”
Viktor circled the table until he stood in front of me. His cold blue eyes studied my face as I remained on all fours, unable to hide any part of myself. “I like the ones who blush,” hecommented, his growing bulge demonstrating the truth of his statement.
“Gentlemen,” Jax said, his hand still possessively on my hip, “would you be interested in fucking my little girl? Once she’s properly trained, of course.”
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. He couldn’t possibly mean to let these men use me. Yet the thought sent a confusing pulse of heat between my legs that I couldn’t control.
“Absolutely,” Oscar replied without hesitation, his accent thickening with arousal. “She’s exquisite.”
Viktor nodded slowly. “I would be most interested in sampling such a unique offering.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. These powerful, dangerous men were discussing me like a delicacy to be shared, and my traitorous body was responding with unmistakable arousal.
To my involuntary, shameful disappointment, Jax shook his head and placed a restraining hand on Oscar’s wrist as the man reached to explore me further.
“Not yet, gentlemen,” Jax said, his voice firm, but apologetic. “She isn’t quite ready for something so… advanced. I haven’t even fucked her little bottom yet.” His hand stroked possessively over my exposed rear. “But I think you can see what a draw Louisa, and girls like her, could be.”
I felt a confusing mix of relief and—to my horror—let-down flood through me. Part of me had been terrified at the prospect of being used by these dangerous men, but between my thighs a very different reaction had taken hold.
“I know where I can get enough bad little girls for a conference like the one I’m proposing,” Jax continued. “I have associates who deal in such things, and wouldn’t mind being in business with us.”
Oscar raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. “And you think your associates could make certain these girls… let’s say… entertain… a room full of drug distributors?”
“With the right preparation,” Jax replied confidently. “And the right incentives.”
Viktor leaned back in his chair, swirling his brandy thoughtfully. “It’s an intriguing proposal, but risky. Getting all the distributors in one place…” He shook his head. “As I said, many would suspect a trap.”
“That’s why the entertainment needs to be exceptional,” Jax said, his hand resting possessively on my shoulder. “Something they can’t resist.”
“I’m open to the idea,” Oscar said after exchanging a look with Viktor. “But we’ll need more details before committing.”
Jax nodded, taking possessive hold of my sore bottom and making me whimper. “Of course. And when the conference happens, I’ll be happy to share Louisa with you both while the distributors enjoy the other bad girls.”
I trembled at his words, staring down at the floor as my face burned with humiliation. I was to be a special treat for the bosses, while other girls like me would be offered to the rank and file. The thought made me sick, but the wetness between my legs told a different, more shameful story.
“For now,” Jax continued, “let’s finish our meal.” He picked me up from the table as if I weighed nothing, then lowered me back to my chair. He pulled the plastic pants and diaper down my legs and off me, then gave them to Rudy. Once I was naked under the pink dress, Jax turned to the other men and continued, “I have some Japanese whiskey waiting in my den, and although she isn’t quite ready for sharing fully, I’d love your help in training my Little Lulu further. I want her ready for what’s going to happen to her little bottom when you gentlemen depart this evening.”
CHAPTER 12
Louisa
Jax’s words sent a chill down my spine. Training me further? My bottom? I clutched the edge of my chair, suddenly and perversely missing the diaper and the plastic pants. The three men continued their meal as if they hadn’t just been discussing using me like an object, passing me between them like a party favor.
My mind raced with the implications of what I’d heard. A conference of drug distributors, lured in with the promise of ‘bad girls’ like me. And then what? The way Jax had discussed ‘taking out’ competition suggested something far more sinister than a business meeting. These men were planning a massacre, and they were going to use women—girls like me—as bait.
I needed to escape, to warn someone. But who? The police? Would they even believe me? And how could I possibly get away when I was constantly watched, constantly controlled?
