I look to my daddies for permission and I’m relieved when Daddy Gage nods in approval. “Next Tuesday would be wonderful,” I reply. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“As am I. I’ll see you then.”
A friend. I’ve made my first friend in the wildlands, and I can’t help but smile broadly as my spirits soar. Next Tuesday can’t come soon enough.
After bidding our neighbors goodbye, we continue on for a while and eventually pause in front of a table containing sweet-looking treats. At least, I think the colorful food items must be sweet, for they are brightly colored, all shades of the rainbow. I see a twisted rod-shaped item that’s on a stick, its swirling pattern beautiful and enticing, and it tugs at some part of my memory that I can’t quite access. Perhaps I’ve read about it, whatever it is, in an old book.
“Would you like a lollipop, little girl?” Daddy Nash asks.
“What’s a lollipop? Is it... edible?” For all I know, even though it looks delicious, it might be some kind of artwork. Everything on the table appears as though it could be decorative, some kind of ornament to place upon a desk or dresser.
“Yes, it’s edible. It’s a type of candy.”
Ah, candy. Excitement spreads through me. I know the word from reading old books, though we don’t have candy in the techno-cities. We have sweet desserts made with a sugar substitute, but we’re encouraged to eat it sparingly and instead consume more nutritious foods. I look longingly at the lollipop, feeling rebellious and as wild as the mountains.
“Yes, Daddy Nash, I would like a lollipop. Please.”
I’m delighted when he hands two small flat wooden circles stamped with a name—Steel—on them to the merchant and she passes him the lollipop in question. Daddy Nash gives me the candy and I thank him again. We continue walking down the street and before I taste it, I ask, “Why did those objects you gave the woman say ‘Steel’ on them?”
“Each family has their own currency stamped with their surname. Whenever the merchant wishes, they can come to our house and turn the currency in for something from our greenhouse, or they could ask us to perform some type of labor instead. She could also trade our currency for the currency of another family in our village, perhaps if there’s something she would like more from another family. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, I understand.” Money. The wooden chips are money—something we don’t use in the techno-cities. I was expected to work as a Manager and in return I was given a place to live and the ability to take whatever I needed from the store in my apartment building. Though I wasn’t limited in the number of items I could take and neither was anyone else, it was frowned upon for someone to take more than they actually needed. Good behavior in one’s personal and work life was instead rewarded with entries in Happiness Raffles, the very sort of reward that was responsible for my being taken by savages. I never would’ve been stolen by Daddies Axel and Nash if I hadn’t been hiking outside the walls of Emerald that day.
“Go ahead, Josie. Taste it.”
I start to take a bite, only for Daddy Gage to start shaking his head. “No, don’t do that. You’ll break a tooth.”
“Um, then how am I supposed to eat it?”
Daddy Erik leans over, his eyes filled with unmistakable lust. “You lick it, sweet girl, and savor it. Slowly, over and over, until it’s all gone.”
It figures I would unknowingly set my sights on a piece of candy that requires lots of licking. Especially one that’s shaped like a... cock. I flush and stare at the colorful lollipop in my hand, my pussy clenching as I feel my daddies staring down at me, waiting for me to take that first taste.
With a sudden sense of mischief, I meet Daddy Erik’s gaze, stick out my tongue, and take a long, slow lick. “Like this, Daddies?” The decadent, sweet flavor explodes on my tongue. Oh, it’s more delicious than I would have ever imagined. I lick it again and again while holding Daddy Erik’s gaze, playfully demonstrating that I paid careful attention to his instructions.
“Oh, you naughty, naughty little girl. I ought to turn you over my knee right this instant for being such a tease.” His playful scolding makes me flush hotter.
“I think it’s time to head back home.” The dark intent in Daddy Nash’s gaze leaves me with no doubt of the reason our trip to the marketplace is being cut short. Feeling bold and increasingly mischievous, I stick my tongue out again and repeat the same sensual licking motion up and down the lollipop as before. He responds by gripping my upper arm and turning me around.
We make haste as we travel through the crowd and our cabin soon comes into sight. During the whole walk home, I continue licking my sweet treat in a seductive manner, enjoying the frustrated growls and looks of surprise from my daddies every step of the way.
“Inside with you,” Daddy Axel says sternly. “We’ll show you the greenhouse later. You’re in a lot of trouble, young lady.”
A thrill runs through me. I don’t think I’m in real trouble, but the prospect of it is enough to cause heat to unfurl within me, little quakes of need surging between my thighs. My daddies’ scoldings and threats always make me ache and grow wet in my privates. I can’t help it.
“But Daddy Axel,” I say, batting my eyelashes and giving him my most innocent look, even as I hold the glistening lollipop in front of my lips. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m a good girl.” I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m enjoying this naughty, playful banter with my daddies. It’s fun. It’s also turning me on.
He leans down until his face is level with mine. His eyes are dark, his jaw clenched. “No, you’re a naughty girl, Josie, and we’re about to show you what happens to naughty little girls under our roof.”
