Renshire Court Ch. 03

Damn it's been awhile since I posted a Renshire chapter. Sorry guys. I get easily distracted and it doesn't matter how much I love something, I have to take breaks or I start to get miserable. This is also my first year, infant October 2026 makes a full year that I've been posting and I got way too ambitious.

If this posts in September it'll be like my 43rd story/entry in eleven months. Anywhere, finally got this edited. This had been on my "work list" all year. I am such a procrastinator. Muh bad guys.

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The dawn fell over the sleeping pair curled together as the daughter drooled over her father's heartbeat. Lydia woke first, convinced the night was a dream, and seeing her father, she laid her head back and quickly fell asleep. Ryan awoke to a ding from his cell while Lydia snored softly. His morning wood rose between her cheeks, the blanket wet and clinging to the head. Her ass didn't help, the mountainous globes jiggled with her breath.

"Holy shit." Up close they were so much more impressive in the light. He reached out, letting one hand, then the other, caress her cheeks. So careful not to wake her, he carefully felt her up, squeezing each one gingerly. "It's like trying to palm a God damn basketball with tiny hands." He whispered to himself. Even unconscious, she moaned at his touch.

'Wait, how am I hearing a phone?" He hissed. "We never got them back!"

"Fuck, phone, phone, where's the phone?" In need of distraction, he reached beside the bed and he found his phone tucked in his pants pocket and checked the messages.

'Glad I kicked them so close. I don't think I could get Lyds off of me with a crowbar.' He thought.

It was his phone alright. There was a note.

"Thought you might forget this. -Sara."

'She must have slipped it into my pocket when I grabbed Lydia.' The night rushed at him. His commitment, his promise to Lydia, the blowjob to end all blowjobs.

'What a night.'

Someone had blown up his phone over the morning.

He had several missed calls and an abundance of texts from 2 unknown numbers. It wasn't hard to figure out who. Malcolm and Brian. "How did they get my number?" He asked out loud in a whisper so he wouldn't wake Lydia.

Brian: Hey, it's Brian, we met last night. WHAT the SHIT? CALL ME.

Brian: Hey, freaking out. I know we just met, but I could use a friend to talk to. I feel like a worse dad than normal, and I didn't think that was possible.

Brian: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Most of the texts were the same, along with a few voicemails he hesitated to play.

Malcolm: Hello Ryan, this is Malcolm Fines. I believe you, Brian, and I should meet up to discuss last night. I don't know how your daughter is but mine is regretting her decision, as am I. Could we meet, just the three of us?

While his texts were calm he had called 10 times. 'Fuck', he thought, catching up while his daughter dozed. "They're downstairs." He quickly typed not to ring, and he'd be down.

Lydia was locked tight, her little arms wrapped around his neck. Gently, he moved her while she whined, half asleep.

Slipping out of her arms and leaving her half-naked body sleeping in his bed, he slipped on pajama bottoms and ran downstairs. The sun blinded his light-starved eyes when he opened the door and found both Brian and Malcolm in the driveway.

"Ryan, good morning. Sorry to come unannounced." Malcolm looked rough. He wore baggy, raggedy pajamas, and was covered in sweat. Brian, however, was wearing what he had last night and reeked.

"It's fine. I'm glad you guys came over. Are you two ok?"

"I'm afraid not. Ruth isn't handling things well. I shouldn't have given in. None of us should." The man appeared to have aged a decade since the night before.

Brian laughed angrily, hands coursing into his dwindling hairline. "No shit, Professor. Belinda has been punishing me all night, but not for what we did. Oh no! For everything else! Sending her away, sleeping with other women, not being around. I swear to god, she kept going the whole way home."

"Screaming?"

"Sucking me fucking dry!" He practically screamed.

"Dude, neighbors!" Ryan cried.

"Sorry man, but she wouldn't let me go in with the wife. She hate-sucked me in the car and my balls are fucking killing me." He whined, half serious.

"She kept going?" Malcolm raised his brows.

"Nonstop, occasionally coming up for air or to scream that, and I quote, "by the time I'm done there won't be any left for your God damned whores!"

"Jesus..."

"Yeah, he didn't do shit. I finally got her out of the car, but she wouldn't let me go to bed. She pulled me to the guest house. Threatened to tie me to the bed if I left her. Guys, I've wanted her to want to be around me, but this...." He shook his head and stared off into the sky, lost.

Finally, Malcolm spoke, reliving his own struggles. "Ruth thinks she's going to hell. She loves her mom, and she feels that we did something that can't be fixed, and she hates that she wanted it. She admitted that... well that she loves me... more than a daughter should." The professor's mood fell with every word and to Ryan, they looked as lost as he felt.

He pulled his glasses away, rubbing his temple with an emptiness he feared couldn't be mended. "We've always been really close and the past year my wife has thought it wasn't healthy but, I hate to admit I loved it. I selfishly wanted it to continue because as long as she was with me, I wouldn't have to deal with some lowlife that wasn't good enough for her."

"I... crossed that boundary. I shouldn't have let her but I wanted it. I think we all did. We wanted them." Malcom sighed like a man condemned.

Brian turned red and opened his mouth to yell but all the steam building just fizzled. "Yeah, yeah. She's so beautiful, amazing, my little firecracker. I wanted her, I wanted her to want me. I fucked up. I've spent my life fucking myself over with my dick. I've ruined so many relationships and I don't know what to do."

Brian kicked a rock, watching it shoot down the road. "She wants to join officially, for whatever we have to tonight but she's gone from ignoring me to clingy and controlling. I kind of like it, gross enough. It's nice knowing she really wants me but she's been blowing my phone up ever since I left, calling me and crying, sobbing really."

"I'm scared I can't fix this." Brian finished, hating being serious like that. He hated being serious because being serious meant something bad was happening. He couldn't fix this problem with a joke or charm and those were the problems he avoided.

"Lydia wants to go tonight. She wants me to be her boyfriend." Ryan added, shocking no one.

"What did she say when you said no?" Malcolm asked and Ryan shrugged.

"I uh.. didn't."

"WHAT!?" As different in nature as the other two were, they reacted the same way at that moment.

"I know, I know ok? God damnit I KNOW but..... it's like you said, Malcolm. I've always assumed she didn't feel this stuff and never would but I've always been absolutely terrified she'd somehow end up saddled with some moron because I'm her dad and it's what we do. She genuinely wants this and... I know I'm a monster but I want it..." Ryan admitted and hated himself for it but he had to.

Malcom shook his head in some vain hope to shake the madness away. "Ryan, I know we've just met but, can you really excuse that? Can you give in to something so against nature?"

Brian scoffed, "Like you didn't get your pole polished like us. I'm with Ryan, the situation is royally fucked but I love Belinda. I've sucked as her dad despite that but she wants me, wants this. I am scared but I kind of want it. I've known you less than a day but I get you're a guy who goes by logic but love isn't logic. You want her as much as she wants you and make no mistake, she wants you buddy."

"She hates herself, Brian!" Malcolm worried about the impact it would have, "And what if she hates me after what we did?"

"Talk to her." Ryan tried to comfort him but knew there weren't any guarantees here. It felt like the three were bonded after the ceremony and he kind of liked them both, complete opposites that they were. "Ruth is a special girl and she can get out of this ok but you have to help her. Don't get me wrong, this is fucked but they asked us for this. I think we should give it to them."

Brian's nervous laughter boomed, "I think giving it to them is what they want."

Malcom stared at the other two like they lost their minds. "So, are we in agreement? We're doing this?" Having them join him in this would make Ryan's decision sturdier. It would make him feel like it was anyway.

"I'm not fighting her, I never can. I'm going to go talk to her and hopefully calm her down but if Belinda wants it, I can't say no. Maybe I can be a better boyfriend than dad," Brians eyes shot open. "..... HOLY SHIT I never thought I'd say those words."

"Father!" Lydia's voice shattered the air like bloody murder.

"Fuck, text me guys and we'll make a plan for tonight alright? I'd better go." Ryan headed back inside, finding Lydia sitting in his chair with a cup of coffee. "Jesus honey what's wrong!?"

"You left me. I woke up, feeling unnaturally vulnerable and you were gone." Back to the monotone.

"I'm sorry, the other dads from last night wanted to talk. Forgive me?"

"Because they're more important than me?" He knew that despite her tone and accusation, she was just hurt. She always snapped when she was hurt and after leaving her the night before, he understood her tone.

"I'm sorry my spooky princess, I really am. Nothing is more important than you and I mean it. I should have stayed. They're both a little freaked out and wanted to get together to talk about last night."

Yes, you should have." She wore her robe now, the black one he got her when her body changed. Ryan's male instincts wondered what was beneath.

"Maybe this will make it better." Quickly slipping his hands under her arms he picked her up, turned, sat, and placed her on his lap in his chair. "There, I'm all yours, better?" Arms around her stomach and kisses against her neck cooled her anger and hurt to heated sighs.

"Better..... but not gone. Keep... keep doing that." A little affection and the angry beast became a purring kitten. "Mmmmm," She moaned, enjoying the new closeness. "So," she asked, attempting and failing to defy his lips, "What did you talk about?"

"You girls, actually. They're not handling it like you and the guys just wanted to talk about it."

"Oohhh...?"

"Mhm." Rough and demanding he turned her over and she came willingly, coffee banished to the side table so her hands could be free. "I was letting them know what a good girl daddy's dark angel has been." They kissed, this time in daylight, curled up in his chair.

"And?" She moaned into his mouth, their tongues dancing together.

"And we were making a plan for tonight."

She didn't let him finish before angrily cutting him off. "We are going!"

"I know baby, I know. I told them I'm officially accepting."

"Oh.. I'm sorry Father.. I shouldn't have snapped.... I'm just excited." She sighed and squirmed into his arms.

"It kind of hurts my feelings to doubt me. I mean my own daughter doesn't trust me? Shameful."

Rolling her eyes she asked, "Oh how can I atone oh father of mine?" She pulled his hand up and under her robes to her ass and opened her robes just enough so the heat from her groin washed over his. 'That's better." Her father breathed.

They renewed their makeout session and lost track of time. "Father?"

"Mmmm?"

"Can I have my underwear back now?" With everything that morning Ryan had forgotten her underwear was wrapped around his wrist. "I hate to ask but we have tonight and it's my only thong. I imagine you'll want me to wear that."

"Yeah, I guess for our first date I'll have to spoil you, get you some new things for starters." He relished the idea of that.

"I would only wear this disgrace for you, you know." She took the barely there black string from her dad.

"I know princess."

Something classical started to play and Lydia pulled her phone from her pocket. The coffin phone case always looked so sinister.

'So it wasn't just me. I wonder when she slipped Lydia hers.'

"Hello?" Eyes widened and she looked at me in alarm. "Mrs Winthrop, good morning. Yes, I appreciate everything you did last night. Yes, we have made the decision. Understood.' She hung up, almost throwing her phone in protest. "I finally got you all to myself and we get visitors all morning!"

Getting up and tightening her robe, Lydia pulled me along. "Sarah wants to talk with us."

"Of course she does. I swear I'm going to get time under your robe today without distractions."

The look of outrage never looked cuter. "And what makes you think I'd let you?"

"Well you are daddy's girl now, remember?"

She didn't have to answer, they both already knew the answer. With a playful swat to the ass from her father, she walked to the door to let in a beaming Sarah.

"Goooood Morning LASTLYS!" The woman knew how to make an entrance. "I got some paperwork and a welcome packet along with some stuff to go over. I know the ceremony is tonight but I had a feeling you would join us and I am SO happy for you." She pulled Lydia into a bear hug and to his surprise, Lydia didn't fight it. "You got what with the what?"

"Well, let's sit and chat. We have a bevy of points to go over." Taking a seat on the couch she spread papers on the living room table. "First off Sweety, when you join you'll get a pin."

"I don't DO jewelry, Mrs Winthrop."

"You and I are going to be sisters in the Court dear, would it hurt to call me Sarah?" Sarah asked, knowing her request would fall on deaf ears.

"Possibly not but why risk it?"

Rolling her eyes Sarah got back on track. 'You'll want this pin. It'll identify you as a member of the court. Specifically of the purity club. It'll open doors and identify you to your fellow sisters."

"Lydia once started a speech at her mother's birthday party thanking me for not breeding another hellspawn into her mother's womb. I don't believe the idea of sisters agrees with her." Ryan sipped his daughter's coffee and spat it back dramatically. "I forgot you took yours black. Ugh."

"Be that as it may, it'll be good to have. It's worn over the right breast and it must be worn at all times when not on the court property. School included. Even if you're out jogging, it must be in place. That is non-negotiable." Sarah stated firmly.

"Do not test me, women..."

"Lydia, cool the 'tude would ya?" Ryan said with his best imitation of stern parenting. "Sarah, can I get you some coffee?"

"No thanks, dear I don't need the jitters today." She laughed. "More than I already have I guess." His neighbor's air was more jittery than normal. Her excitement was palpable.

"Secondly, I have a packet of perks. I've gone over some of these but it's best to go in depth. Qe have gyms, a track for running, both indoor and outdoor pools, we offer catered meals, and almost anything can be ordered from and delivered to your room."

"There are membership fees" She explained, waving them off, "but all of our members are successful and everyone provides what they can. It allows many luxuries for our members. I think even our little Miss Rainey Day here would find something to tickle her fancy."

Handing us both some papers to browse Sarah continued her spiel. "We are big on traditions and on freedom. The court has a fleet of maids that keep it spotless, necessary with our heightened sexual proclivities." She chuckled, pulling out a small map of the property. "Areas in red are no congress zones, basically those are the few areas you may not get dirty in."

I leaned over to check out the map. "What do you mean? I'm confused, most of the property is in green...."

"Yes dear, as I said we believe in freedom. Our members retain some modicum of restraint when it's necessary but we do what we need whenever and wherever. Many of our members spend their time nude or barely clothed at least."

"There will be nudity!?" Struggling to maintain her monotone Lydia's mental track appeared derailed. Ryan knew the human body was one of the few things that made her uncomfortable.

"Yes dear, mostly the women. While our husbands can dress us to their taste in public, to a degree, the Court allows their daughters and wives to dress in a way to entice their daddies. Some wear collars and leashes, others just their underwear. Some only cover themselves in what their daddy wants and some dress the same as every other day. Of course, you have some that will happily be around wearing only their father's or husbands seed, as you might prefer it dear." Sarah once again showed a skill for making the insane sound reasonable.

"They w-walk around... wearing their father's s-seed.." Lydia's flesh seemed paler than normal.

"Yes, dear. Their Cum."

"My gods." Ryan's hand slipped into hers. "It's alright dear, you wanted this right? We knew it would be different but it'll help you get out of your shell. Maybe you can actually make a friend." Lydia remained silent, the idea of being seen wearing only her father's seed both disgusted and titillated her. She hoped her father didn't notice the trail of juices between her thighs.

"We are always open, we believe men should have the option to tend to their needs whenever they may arise and no woman should hide behind a door, ashamed of her desires. One of the only places always off limits are the other members' rooms. Trespassing in another member's rooms is grounds for immediate banishment." Sara's face grew solemn, her normally bright smile dim. A rough subject, Ryan assumed.

"Speaking of your room, your Ambassador has a direct line to your room and vice versa. They are one of the only people allowed to enter without you but that's to your discretion. Many of our members have services you can access via a convenient tablet. Oh, Lydia might be happy to know our Club has a seamstress on call. She specializes in unique body types, her clientele is primarily composed of people with various forms of SeGe. In fact, Lydia and I go to see her." Sara waved a manicured hand at her dress with pride. "She is a unique talent and one of our best assets! Pricey but worth it. If you have her take your measurements she can make whatever you like with a simple call."

"Well baby, that IS good news! Clothes are her only real vice honestly." Ryan said, arm on his daughter's shoulder while she got comfortable against him.

"That is.. acceptable." Lydia agreed.

"A home away from home, we want our members to be free to be themselves. There's not much we frown against as you may have guessed. As long as everyone is an adult, we encourage everyone to explore. Wife swapping, orgies, exhibition, daughter swaps actually..."

"I believe I can safely say the latter shall not be happening." Lydia deadpanned, taking her coffee from her father. "He is all I need."

"Too bad, Gabe will be disappointed." Sara herself looked disappointed but smiled when Lydia choked.

"What!?" For once, Lydia's carefully maintained mask broke and Ryan chuckled. He'd seen Gabe check her out more than once so his interest wasn't surprising.

"Anyway, sweetie, I'm just saying, we allow everyone to be free to explore themselves."

Sarah handed out some flyers showing off various events. "We also help with the community. We host charities and drives (at the local community center of course) and we also do fun activities. I know it's a few months away but we thought Lydia could help with our annual haunted house for the town."

Ryn shook his head, "No, won't work. Lydia has been legally banned from hosting those."

"Come again.....?"

Ryan winced at the memory. "The last time she ran one, three people had a heart attack and they still can't find that goat."

"One of my proudest moments." Lydia's lips curled at the memory.

"Moving on," Sarah continued. "The court hosts events for our members as well. We normally have parties for the holidays, gift exchanges, and we throw meet-ups and dances. We try to have an active social life within the club itself. So, any questions?"

"Yes," Lydia raised her brow, "What is the ceremony tonight? What am I expected to do?"

"I'm glad you asked Sweetie. We shall be gathering you girls at noon. We are going to have a girls' day. A few female members are going to join including the other ambassadors for your fellow sisters and discuss with you what's expected of you tonight. Part of the reason I'm here is to pick you up. We have a few things to discuss before we meet the others."

"I would rather not.' Lydia scowled, "I just bonded with my father. I was hoping to spend the day in his arms, passionately making out until the ceremony."

Sarah wasn't having it and her smile twitched a fraction. "Well, be that as it may be Sweetie, tradition is important as I said. It's expected, if you want to join and be seen as a couple within our ranks, you must join us today. I'm aware it's not really your idea of fun but Lily is coming and I really think it'll be good for you. Lord knows she's been talking about it all morning. I promise you can make snide and hurtful comments to your wicked heart's delight."

"Fine." Ryan watched his princess fume but was proud she didn't fight. "I would like some time with him first. Can you meet me here in an hour?"

"Sure, sweetie, just be dressed and ready. Wear whatever you like, we will have something for you there.'' With that, Sarah stood to let herself out. "Before I leave Ryan, you have a meeting at 2. Diamond will be here to discuss some things with you as your aide."

"Alright. Thanks for the heads up, Sarah."

The door shut and Lydia pulled Ryan upstairs. "Uhm honey, where are we going?"

"My room, Father. I get an hour with you and I plan on reliving my life's greatest triumph." Never having been allowed in her room Ryan paused at the Gothic black cave. She yanked him to her bed and pushed him down. "Sit."

A little underwhelmed, he glanced at the spooky decor. Black everywhere and spotless but otherwise a girls room.

"If this is to work, I want no secrets between us." From a hidey hole, she pulled a key and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser. "This father is the greatest joy you've ever given me, well before last night."

She pulled something large from her drawer wrapped in a blood-red sheet. Pulling the sheet apart Ryan found the toy made for his ex. "I've spent many hours with this. I've loved it to be truthful. I thought it was the closest I'd ever come to you.."

"Wow, baby. You've gotten more use out of it than your mom ever would." He couldn't believe it. She really kept it.

"Well, not completely. I've never placed it.. down there..." Pale cheeks flooded with crimson. "Really?" He asked.

"Its girth would guarantee the breaking of my hymen. I know it is a silly tradition meant to hold power over women but I couldn't have my virginity taken by a toy. I wanted the first time to... be with your father....."

"I don't know what to say, I'm honored." We all have a vision of the people we love that we carry with us everywhere and the image I've had of her in my mind has changed so much in a day. We never know what lurks beneath the masks our loved ones wear. Lydia has always been so adult, independent, and cold, the fact that it may have been to cope had never dawned on me.

"Father, may I have you? What we did last night, can I do it again?"

"Are you asking.... to blow me?"

"Is that alright? I want to feel that pleasure again, of kneeling to you, submitting to you. It's so... dirty and unlike me. I think the scariest part of this is how much I want to submit to you." She begged him, knees touching the black rug at her bedside. "Please, daddy."

"As long as you call me that princess you can have whatever you want." It never occurred to Ryan how dirty it sounded to be called Daddy but every time she used that on him his primordial instinct woke up.

My pajama bottoms were torn to the ground and Lydia's mouth sucked the head between her lips then down her throat. "God you're good at that baby." Mascara still ran in lines from last night, her makeup from the last time she did this was in ruins. It turned Ryan on to see her like that.

"Gwuaq!" Her raven tailed head bobbed in his lap, slowly this time. Lydia took her time to savor every second of pleasing her father. The enormous fleshy rod tested the strength of her throat yet Lydia enjoyed every sensation of him inside her. Moans from her father soon overshadowed the gagging of his daughter. A rhythm formed, her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, met by his gently thrusting hips.

Speed built during their coupling, the writer's hands grasping gothic pigtails in a feverish act between father and daughter, the bed creaking with every thrust. "Fuck baby. You're so good, I love you so much."

The Gothic beauties' own needs grew every time her father groaned from her skill. Never having been a fan of self-pleasure, her fingers suddenly found themselves between her soaked thighs. Exploring herself with one hand, the other kneading her father's orbs, a finger found her clit as he bottomed out and bliss soaked every one of her brain cells.

"MMMMMM." A muffled cry went unnoticed by Ryan, the familiar pressure about to break.

"Princess, I'm gonna -FUUUCCKKK MMEEEEEE RUUNNNIIINNGGGG!" Of all the greatest pleasures in life he truly thought he could never stop the feeling of grinding his daughter's face balls deep while emptying his nuts directly into her stomach.

His daughter meanwhile found a new dark fetish corrupting her soul. Choked and face fucked, throat used as a means of pleasure by a man. Her man. The greatest pleasure? The way her belly grew with his seed. His cum quickly filled her but didn't stop. Her screams were cut off by her father. She grew terrified that she would burst. Instead, she grew larger and larger till her taut tummy sagged.

She came, pussy contracting around her fingers, tightening around them to the point of pain but so far nothing compared to the orgasms that ravaged the brain cells she got whenever her father buried himself and came. The morning rivaled the night, both times she came so hard her normally sharp mind went dull.

They jerked a few times, Ryan sending his load into his grateful daughter's gullet. Halfway through, he yanked free and painted her beautiful face with the rest. After a short eternity, both orgasms ended and Ryan fell from her with a wet thwack, cock thwapping against his thigh.

She stretched on the floor, happily full and wearing her daddy in a goopy mask, she came crashing down from her own climax on her rug. "I love you, daddy."

"I love you princess."

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An hour later father and daughter waited in the living room, snuggling on the couch. When Sarah arrived she whisked an unwilling Lydia away after asking for his credit card. "She has hers." He said.

"Good, shopping is a big part of being daddy's girlfriend. You get laid, we get to shop." The growing smile on Lydia's face pained Ryan's wallet. "Oh crap I'm gonna end up broke."

After they left, Ryan napped, dreaming of recent events till the pleasant dreams were shattered by his ringing phone.

"Hello?" He asked, waking up from a really pleasant dream involving Lydia and an entire can of whipped cream.

"Hey, white daddy." The sultry voice stirred both his mind and nethers.

"Diamond? Hello!"

"Glad to see you haven't forgotten the sound of my voice. Normally I would hope a guy would remember but you've had a fun night." Her smokey voice sent a shiver racing down his back.

"You can say that again." Considering his daughter sucked him dry a few hours ago, that hit like a massive understatement.

"I'll be there in a minute, just turning the corner. Did Sara warn you I was coming?" She asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I was just taking a nap, glad you woke me. Let me grab a shirt and I'll meet you at the door."

"Mmm, do you have to?" She chuckled.

"Are you just always horny?" He said in response.

"You're not?" She quipped. "Pulling in now."

She came dressed to the nines, curves hugged tightly by a red dress cutting just above her breasts and so short the chocolatey undercurve of her ass was visible to anyone in passing.

"Well hello, handsome. I've got some candidates for you."

"Candidates?" He wondered.

"For assistants. Sarah has mentioned you've had issues keeping someone with you with your daughter getting in the way and a big part of my job as your Ambassador is to make sure that you're taken care of White Daddy. I've got a list of court-certified women who could be a real asset. They all know the deal so you won't have to hide your carnal activities from the court. We could look over the profiles together."

"That sounds amazing, I've been needing an assistant for years but finding anyone worthwhile has been difficult." Ryan sat, papers in hand. "Please, take a seat."

"I like this one." Knocking the papers away she leaned in and planted a deep kiss before he knew what was happening. "Mmmmm."

"I've been needing to get dicked for weeks so I'm pissed I can't have you." She said between makeouts.

"Why?"

"The ritual tonight. I was summoned to the Court today. The Masterson made it clear that you are not to be ridden until they give me the say-so." She had murder on her mind when speaking of the Mastersons. The beauty looked anything but when remembering their orders.

"Maybe we could sneak one?" He was already hard again and she could feel it creeping up her thighs.

"Oh I want to but you don't get it. If I ride you before she's fully committed, I'll be banished from the courts." She spoke with sadness tinged with anger. "Forever."

"What? You're kidding!" Why would they take it so far?

"That's the word they used. Banished. They take the rituals seriously. I don't know everything involved but regardless, as much as I want you white daddy I can't risk being shunned. The Court is a home for me, the place where I feel free to be myself." She kissed him again, savoring the feel of his tongue against hers.

"So you can't fuck me so you decided to what, give me blue balls?"

The chocolate cocktease laughed, rolling her shoulders. "Maybe I met a man I want to mark me as his and I'm pissed I have to wait so I just want to be close."

"I guess that's fair." Ryan reluctantly admitted.

"How about I ride your lap for a while and we have a little fun while we work on finding you an assistant?" They kissed again, forgetting everything else. "God's I want you inside me but I can settle for your insane bulge sliding under my soaked cunt."

Her hands cradled his rugged scruff while he took a death grip on each of her pillowy cheeks. "I'll be real with you." She said, catching her breath from their makeout session. "I brought you several but there's only one for you."

The top came down, her large and silky soft breasts swallowed his head. "Alice O'Brian." While he played with each nipple in turn, not so gently taking them between his teeth she grabbed one in particular. "And I want to run over her resume but I'm begging you white daddy to get that dick out and smack this bad bitch first!"

Diamond's years with the club had been short but her rumored proclivities led to her invitation to the women's club in the first place. Her whole life she had searched for a man who could tame her in bed but she would settle for someone who could at least match her. She had found a few men in the club that seemed promising but when Ryan threw her up and slammed her against the couch and rang her bell with a slap across the face from his cock she fell for him. Not with her heart but her needy, unfulfilled lust.

Her pussy was in love.

Ryan himself felt fulfilled, whole, an aspect of himself that had lain dormant had finally woken when he punished Diamond. He needed that, to feel powerful, desired.

"They said I can't make you cum but I can get you all worked up!" Her tongue waited in her open mouth for the weight of her new master's cock.

"Dirty slut." Ryan plopped it in, letting her lick and schlurp to her heart's content. She was good but after Lydia, it couldn't compare. He read the papers, checking out this Alice woman.

Diamond's eager sucking had Ryan wondering how Lydia was. He didn't know what was happening later that night but he couldn't wait to see her. Diamond was going to make sure that he was all worked up and aching for it.

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Lydia-

The Renshire Hightown shopping center experienced a small stampede of men and women between the ages of eighteen and, well, the age of people who can still run. No one was immune to the sirens parading around.

The group of girls had enamored the crowds while traveling between stores. Belinda wore the same barely legal get-up she normally wore, Ruth was dressed like she was trying to fit in at a nursing home but even beneath the thick sweaters and long skirts her curves stood out as they always did.

Leading the group was the perky blonde Lydia dreaded almost more than her mother. Lily Winthrop. She's of similar height to Lydia, and her body is a younger version of her mother's. Her chest wasn't as big but her breasts still sat comfortably in the double D's.

Her short, wavy layered blonde hair fit her personality. So much going on yet beautiful. Multiple braids were tied in here and there and a few wisps over her forehead were dyed pink.

She wore a sky blue dress that managed to be the girl next door and sinful vixen all at once. Like her mother, her dresses were made special and this was a light, thin dress that covered but clung, drawing the eyes of everyone.

She had the same bell-like form as Lydia but unlike Lydia who ran and exercised, Lilly was a little softer. She didn't have a flat toned stomach and light muscle definition. She had more curves and a more feminine air than her friend. She also had her smile and her belief that every day was perfect when the people you cared about were near. Beneath her friendly demeanor she was ecstatic to be helping with the Women's Club. She finally had some responsibility!

"Alright girls, does everyone have all their bags?" Lily eyed each young woman in turn as they held up their haul. Her mother left her in charge while she got things ready with her fellow ambassadors. Lily was fine with it, she got to spend time with Lydia.

They'd gone to several stores, getting clothes and most importantly, lingerie. Ruth had been the hardest, she wasn't the type to think about her underwear. All they wore were white granny panties.

Belinda was the easiest. She rarely wore underwear at all. They were made to buy other things like corsets, stockings, and garters, various sexy things to wear for their new men.

While more attractive than the other women walking the shops, Belinda and Ruth were still far behind in admirers than Lily and Lydia. The twin dump trucks jiggled and shook in front of their adoring stalkers. Belinda bit her lip and sighed, she had learned early that a gorgeous woman was just as fun, or in some cases, more fun than a guy. Ruth however was new to the feelings that popped up.

Ruth had been brought hesitantly and only with the threat of a fist to the nose did she stop crying. What had happened was eating her up and now she was suddenly feeling amorous thoughts about girls?

'I need to find a new therapist.' She thought, nibbling her thumbnail.

"So bestie, I heard you had fun! How's things with Ryan... I -I mean your dad!?" Lilly hedged, Lydia's eyes hinting at danger. Lily had sniffed around their home since they moved in and Lydia had caught her talking to her father with overly girly enthusiasm on too many occasions.

"Father and I are fine." She placed a palm on her middle, remembering fondly the feeling of being so full her body fought to accommodate it. The feeling of swelling from him. She moistened between her thighs recalling the joys of what had happened.

"That's all?" Lily wore her disappointment in her sleeve. She had been over the moon after she joined. Her night with her father changed her life. "I was expecting more to be honest."

"Don't sulk, it's beneath you." Ldia chided her clingy neighbor. "You know I'm not comfortable sharing my feelings, Lily."

"I was hoping you'd share with me though....." She sighed, wishing they were at least friends by that point. She looked back, seeing Ruth and Belinda arguing. She was worried about them both. She hadn't had a chance to meet them before and she wasn't sure about either of them. There was potential but neither had wanted to be there. Ruth had locked herself in her room crying, terrifying her mother. It took the ambassadors to literally pry Belinda off of her dad.

Guilt and what Ruth saw as sin ate her up, but greed and envy however were Belinda's curse. She wasn't sure Ruth could get past her reservations and Belinda's possessiveness was going to be a problem.

"I'm sure you've heard from your mother everything that happened." Lily turned back to her friend, nodding.

"Of course but I was hoping you'd share more. I mean we're friends." Lily sighed.

"I don't have friends." Lydia murmured softly as she checked out a dress in a passing window. All black but not quite her style.

"I wonder why," Lilly muttered under her breath. The party was close to her car. "We're having a good time."

"Are we at the end of our so-called girl time?" Lydia's ability to put up with people, especially ones her own age was drastically worn thin.

"We have to make another stop to pick up your prescriptions. Then we head to the courts to prepare for tonight and don't bother asking, I'm not allowed to tell you what's happening. I didn't even know before I went through it but I can say I've never regretted it."

"What prescriptions?" Confused, Lydia stopped and looked at Lilly with a tilted head.

"Birth control."

"Excuse me?" The Goth's monotone cracked and a bag slipped from her fingers.

"The court is filled with sex Lydia. We service men, you think they're wearing condoms? Dad hates them so the court has a doctor on payroll who sets all the women up."

"You have got to be joking!"

"What did you think was going to happen? For a smart girl, you can be kind of dim." She said, the pot calling the kettle black.

"I guess I didn't really think about it," Lydia admitted as her cold exterior cracked.

"You were planning on sleeping with him, right?" She asked, lips curling. "Not that I can blame you..."

Lydia's lips barely moved when she warned, "Careful."

"Relax, but Lydia you have to chill about that. You're my friend, I'm not going to make a move on your dad, even if he is smoking hot. Mmmmm.... anyway, the Court is filled with women who will. He's going to sleep around girl. You can't pussy goalie him forever, ok?"

"That is part of the deal, I know, it's just..... he's mine," Lydia said so quietly that her friend wasn't sure that she heard her.

"No, you're his. Come on, do you think you could really keep up with him? He needs to be himself and that means doing what he needs so there's less pressure on you. Look at Daddy, he has nymphos like Mom and me, and he still has a girlfriend and a few sex buddies." She opened her door, tossing her stuff in the back. Lydia, once she could move again, tossed her bags in too. The argument behind raged on to their combined annoyance.

"He does?" Lydia scowled at the thought. Some men always wanted more and she wondered how many women her father would claim. Immediate rage bubbled up from her throat but she swallowed it back down.

"Yup, all the guys do and it's not like we are helpless. Most of the women in the club also have a girlfriend." Lily said, hinting at her thick-headed friend. "Even us in the purity club. Sometimes there are other members, older women teaching us, or maybe even a friend." She waited before adding "Hint hint." But Lydia wasn't listening.

"How many women are bisexual?"

Yup, totally flying over her head.

"Think about it, we're almost as horny as the men. AND we are constantly surrounded by beautiful women in situations where we are completely exposed to one another! We're sisters in the club, something else you're going to have to get used to. In some ways, dating is an extension of closeness. Some switch girlfriends constantly, others have been together for years. Mom's been dating Natalie Reyas for almost eight years."

"The weather woman?' Lydia couldn't concentrate with the yelling behind her. What was going on?

"Yes, it's common and she's an amazing woman." Lydia stared daggers at her easy going friend. She couldn't fathom half of what her neighbor was saying. "It helps us get close when our men are off and... what are you two fighting about!?" She finally snapped at the two behind her.

"She's a prissy, stuck-up bitch who thinks she's better than everyone else!" Belinda yelled at Ruth who looked on the verge of tears.

"I am not! You're only saying that because you're a.... a cheap whore!"

Belinda stepped forward, fist balled. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"You heard me!" Ruth stood to her full height, still shorter than Belinda but she was seeing red. "I saw the way you treated him. You were an asshole to your dad for years, then you treated him like you did! I saw and Dad told me what you did after! You-You possessive psycho!"

"Me? I saw you too, you cunt! You were clinging so tightly to your dad, hiding behind him, it's like you were trying to crawl inside him! Why don't you try standing on your own two feet instead of relying on him bitch!"

"Fuck you!" Ruth screamed and swung. Belinda dodged and returned the swing, narrowly stopped by Lydia.

"ENOUGH! GET IN THE CAR NOW!" The angelic and sweet Lily bellowed like a madwoman, taking everyone by surprise. The group piled in, Belinda and Ruth cutting eyes at one another.

"You can't do this! Do you understand? You pledged, you made promises!" Her dainty little hand slammed into the steering wheel every few words. "Let's be clear, you can't pledge unless you mean it. That's the way it works. So you both feel what you feel. We are all in this together and I'm not a violent person but I swear to god I'll smack BOTH OF YOU BITCHES if you EVER start yelling our secrets in public again!"

Lydia's heart warmed, and weirdly, her panties flooded watching her and bubbly friend get so assertive. "Lily, I have never been more proud of anyone in my life.

"Really?"

"I don't want sisters though. I've never had them, I don't need them and-"

"TOUGH!" Lily shouted, hands gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. "Listen, the Court is a weird place. There's a power there, you all felt it. Here's the thing, it's also in the people. I was telling Lydia this when you two started but we are a community! The women bond strongly. If you join, you're joining us. Period. This isn't JUST about our bonds with our men. It's all of us, a community! You can fight it but it always happens, we love and support one another."

Lilly looked into the rearview mirror, Ruth and Belinda were staring out their windows but listening.

"You two are different, I get it. Look at me and Lydia? We are night and day, literally going by our appearances." She laughed, a sweet sound. "She can be difficult but from the moment we met and it wasn't long ago, I saw someone strong and independent, assertive and brilliant. I love that about her. I want to be more like that sometimes."

'I don't have words.' Lydia thought to herself, touched.

"It's the same with you two. We don't always bring groups together but you three showed up so close together. When that happens, it's special. A sign. Listen girls, we have to put our differences aside." Lily waited with hopeful eyes and soon her gaze made the other two soften beneath its weight.

"Do you want to see something cool?" She asked her friend. Lydia nodded and Lily grabbed her pin and turned around to face the backseat.

"On the power of the Renshire court, I compel thee to answer. Do you love your fathers, with all your heart and soul?"

"Yes." They answered together.

"Do you want what we have to offer, do you want your fathers?"

"Yes, they answered again, against their will, as if something forced it from them.

"What the fuck was that you Jedi bitch!?" Bwlinda shrieked from the back.

"What was that?" Lydia asked, more tactfully.

"I told you, the Court has power. Members can occasionally use it. That's a trick Mom taught me.

"That was FUCKED up!" Belinda yelled and hit Lily's seat.

"Oh get over it." Lily cracked off bluntly despite her sweet appearance. Ruth's right, Belinda. We get to be with them, to have a relationship but we are theirs. My dad owns my kitty but I don't own his thing. It's a price we pay. You can have him as much as you can or not at all but if you keep holding on and refusing to let him live, you will lose him. You wouldn't be the first daughter we've had who ruined her relationship with jealousy and possessiveness."

Her pitying eyes fell on Ruth and with sympathy she stated the truth. "I know we haven't met before today but you have to let go of the guilt. I haven't met your mother but if she was enough, your father wouldn't have joined. All of them are like a bucking bull and your mother wants to tie hers down. You're both adults, if you want this there is no one to judge. You are beautiful Ruth, sexy actually but you have the most innocent aura that I've ever seen. Your clothes can't hide that." She told Ruth pointedly.

"I can drop you home and you can give up, I promise you'll never be bothered again." She swore. "Or you can come with us and you can get what every one of us knows you want. It's the same thing we all wanted. The thing is, we can't make you."

"What's it going to be?" Lily asked softly, giving her the choice. "Home, or the court?"

When Ruth didn't answer she turned back and cranked the car. Only then did Ruth speak up. "Court, please..."

"Well, I lied." Lily's cheeks had the good grace to blush. "We have one more stop, then the court. Buckle up, girls.

--

Ruth paled when she found out what she was picking up. Prescriptions in hand and all other errands finished they got to the court with plenty of time to spare.

Lily took them to her mother's office. "Set your bags on the couch. Hey mom! Is everything ready?"

Sara hugged her baby girl and gave a few kisses to her forehead. "Everything is set. How was your day out?"

"It went well." She said, leaving out the fight. She didn't see a reason to cause issues, they'd have enough in a few hours.

"Good, good. Belinda, Gale will be here in a few for you. Lydia and Ruth will stay with Lily and me. Oh and Ruth, Trisha will be here soon."

"Who?" Lydia asked quietly.

"Trisha Park, Ruth's ambassador," Lily said.

"Why? Shouldn't the three of us be together? I thought that was the point of us being "sisters" or whatever." Belinda hadn't fully calmed down. She was irritated, a chip on her shoulder bringing out the worst parts of her. Being separated didn't help.

"These two are giving their fathers something special tonight. Something you can't give." Sara smirked.

Bekinda scoffed. "Pfft, if it's THAT, it wouldn't be the first time I've given it."

"Exactly, they're giving their fathers their first time. You can't. Look here." She pulled a few of the bags from the couch and set them on her desk. "I assume Lilly picked these up without you knowing what they were. You will wear something special, the same thing we always wear on this night. It was snow white to represent our innocence. You don't deserve white Belinda. No, yours would be tarnished and stained."

"Hey, fuck you!" Belinda screamed again and spittle rained over Sara. She didn't flinch, didn't scream, just raised a single finger to wipe the moisture from her eyes.

"Relax, there's no judgement. I'm just saying you have to be cleansed. Gale and a friend will be with you. They'll put you through a trying experience, it's going to test you I won't lie. When you do, you'll be cleansed and ready for your Daddy. Doesn't that sound nice?" There were certain steps to be taken for women such as Belinda. She would be in great hands. "I promise, you will be safe. Just think of it like cleaning but for the soul."

Right on time there was a knock at the door and Sara's fellow sisters walked in with company.

"Trish, Gale, right on time, and I see you've brought Patricia. Belinda this is Patricia Kendelson. She will be guiding you today. Take your outfit for tonight and follow them. Do whatever they say and you'll be all set for tonight." She handed the bag over and turned to the other two while Belinda followed Gale and Pat out.

"Alright ladies. We are going to go over a few things before the event tonight. We're going to go over some things the men expect of us. Sexual acts and positions, and prep, we're going to talk about the art of seduction. First, things first."

Sara snapped her fingers and the door opened. A line of women walked in and stood before them. Each one was gorgeous and unique. Some thinner, some more muscular, some with a little more fluff in places but each one was stunning.

And naked.

"Oh golly!" Ruth squealed and covered her head with her sweater. Lydia facepalmed, mad that she hadn't expected more insanity.

"Do I need to ask?" The goth prude sighed.

"Oh grow up you two," Sara said, sharing a knowing look with Lily. Lily hooked her thumbs in her skirt and dropped it then helped her mother out of her dress.

Ruth dared a look and blanched. "Why are YOU getting naked?"

"I am for two reasons, both are your first lessons. One, nudity will be common here. We see our men at a moment's notice. You've seen the maps where sex is allowed and you're both intelligent women, highly brilliant. You shouldn't be surprised. Your fathers may want to take you anywhere so your first task is simple." Sara stunned the young woman, her naked and voluptuous body on display. Neither could believe how good her body looked.

"Strip." She ordered, waving at their clothes.

"WHAT!? Nononono noooooooo!" Ruth whined but Lydia locked her jaw and simply said.

"No."

Sara rubbed her temples, asking the heavens for patience. "Lydia, we have a lot to do and very little time to do it."

"You brought an audience! Why are they here? Who are they? I'm not just-"

Even the most even tempered person had a limit and Saras snapped. "Sweetie, I love you, I really do. Both of you, it's kind of our whole thing here. The issue is," Sara snapped, "I'm done. I'm not fighting you through this. You want this, you follow the rules or you leave."

"Y-you can't do that!"

Sara steeled her own jaw and moved her face to Lydia's. "Watch me. Strip or you leave. You too Ruth. I'm sorry dear, I know this is a lot for you but we don't have time to keep coddling you." The older woman's eyes dashed to the clock on the wall and back. They had a schedule whether they liked it or not.

"It's ok girls, I'm right here. Look, I'm naked! It's not so bad, it's freeing. Some days I come here just to spend it au natural." Lily assured them sweetly and sincerely.

Ruth watched the door, wondering how long it would take her to run screaming. Then she wondered if her dad would touch her again if she left. The daughters' fixation beat the daughters' many, many issues. Wiping her tears away and making a silent vow not to let them see her cry again she took her sweater and pulled it off. She tossed her skirt and stripped everything. Everyone, even Lydia stared. Even before the underwear came off they all wondered how the nerdy butterface hid the killer body from everyone.

'My god.' Sara thought, a tiny river of drool escaping over her lips.

Sara hadn't seen an hourglass figure quite so fitting to the name. When Ruth turned and placed her clothes on the leather couch, Sara got a full view. Her behind, while not like the others, was still MASSIVE on what she discovered to be a narrow frame. Her breasts were just as large, between hers and Lilly's and sat just on top of her soft belly. It hung Everson slightly over her womanhood and the bush that hung above.

Her ass though, made the Mother and daughter pair salivate. It jiggled like theirs from the slightest movement. 'She's actually rather skinny but her heavy clothes and the way they sit on her curves made her look so much heavier. What bullying has this poor girl gone through to try to give a body like that!?'

Lydia, furious, acquiesced. Her dress came off, leaving just the thong she had worn for her dad and her hands over her chest. "All of it sweetie." Sara insisted.

"Fine!" Her nipples hardened in the cool room when her palms left to strip her underwear.

"Good, good. Your fathers are very, VERY lucky men." Sara eyed them a little longer than she had too while Lily openly gawked at Lydia's creamy alabaster flesh.

"Lesson two. Show me your pussies." She said brightly and excitedly.

"EEP!"

"Seriously? Does this hell have no end?"

Sara snapped her fingers, getting their attention and pointing at her own wet womanhood. "Tonight, you will be giving yours to the man you love, so we will be going over a few things including, let's call it, "lawn care."

"Lydia, I can see you're bald. I wondered if the carpet matched the curtain."

"Bare floors are easier to maintain." Lydia quipped dryly, covering herself.

"Hands off!" Sara barked aggressively and rubbed her temples slowly. "No covering yourself, the point is to get you comfortable showing yourselves off. After tonight what you have is theirs. Be proud. Though Ruth, it looks like you fired the gardener." Sara laughed, wincing when the young woman shed a tear. "I'm sorry dear, poor joke. Relax, I'm here to run you through all of that. Shaving, trimming, everything. We will go over your entire body then we're getting massages and Ruth, you're getting some makeup lessons. Lydia, I don't suppose I could talk you into wearing anything that's not black?"

"What do you think?" She snarled.

"I figured. First, these women are here to show you some ways to present yourself. Ruth, I'd suggest a nice trimmed patch, it would look good with your dark hair and light skin tone. May I?" Ruth froze, turning beet red. Sara slid behind her, rubbed her shoulders, and softly coaxed her.

"It's ok Sweetie, you need to get comfortable with touch. Sharing yourself and showing off this dynamite body."

A throaty sigh rolled from the corner where Lily slowly chewed her lip. "I'll say."

Lydia scowled unconsciously at her friend's compliment and the smile it brought to Ruth's lips. "So I ask again, may I please have the honor of touching you?" Ruth nodded once and braced herself.

Sara's fingers traced a trail down Ruth's body till they found her jungle. "Don't worry, we'll be gentle. It'll feel good to have it trimmed."

"I'm like Lydia, I like it shaved. It feels REALLY nice!" Lily chimed in.

"Alright so enough talk, let's get to the lesson shall we?

--

"Well, I feel like a jackass." Ryan groused.

True to her word, Diamond had gotten him worked up but that's all. He'd been hard for hours. She had left a gift and a time. The box contained a robe, deep purple with gold around the collar and cuffs. What is this, Harry Potter and the Order of the dumbasses?" His initials and the coat of arms for the court emblazoned the robe over his heart. It felt expensive, well made.

He followed the time, was let in by the guard, and was instructed where to go. Diamond met him, took him to a room to change, and had him wait in the Men's club room where he met Ian. He relaxed, smoking and drinking a nice scotch but he still felt silly. The whole place was insane. Mystical horseshit, rituals, secrecy, wasn't he above all that? Was it worth it for all the sex he could ever want?

His throbbing dick said yes.

The clock ticked for some time when the door opened. Malcolm was let in, also wearing his robe.

"Ryan, hello. Are you also.. you know?"

"Naked as a jaybird under this thing? Yup, Malcolm. You?"

"Mhm. Well, I assume we don't have much longer to wait. I wonder what the fresh new horror we're waiting on could be." Malcom sat opposite, looking better than he had that morning. He could comment all he liked but he had clearly made a choice.

Ryan offered the box of cigars; Malcolm passed but took a glass of scotch. They sat and talked over ideas on what they were waiting on. Shortly before it was time, Brian was let in.

"Sup guys. I bet they took your shit too? This robe is comfortable as fuck but there's a breeze on my balls that I could do without." He laughed over the creak of the chair.

Malcolm grabbed a glass and the bottle he and Ryan had been enjoying. "Classy as always Brian. Scotch?"

"God yes and don't be stingy. How'd it go with your girls this morning? When they came for Belinda, well, I thought they were going to need a stun gun and a net."

"I don't know WHAT Trish said to Ruth but she went with her. She was spending time with your daughters and the Winthrop girl if I understood the plan." Malcolm finished his glass and poured another.

"Lily, her mother got Lydia at noon. Are you two as nervous as I am?" Ryan asked aloud.

"God damn right. I feel like I'm going to hell." Gabe stared into his glass, haunted. "And I want to go......"

Malcom twirled his glass in thought, listening, mulling it all over. "I decided not to fight it either. Ruth texted me. She told me she had arrived here, loved me, that she was scared..... and that she would see me tonight. She said she was excited to see me. Excited, she said. My daughter wa-wants me...... I want her too. You feel the same Brian, and you too Ryan. I'm terrified but this feels right. I'm all in so I guess what I'm saying is, I'll be hitching a ride to hell if you don't mind."

"Fuck it. The more the merrier I say."

--

Shortly before midnight, Sara, Trish, and Gale came for them. All three were naked except for high heels and translucent veils over their faces. Patterns were delicately painted over their skin with something they couldn't identify. All three men were past any kind of shock. They led them deep into the estate and into the oldest parts of the building. They came to a great door, once a deep red, it had grown faded and worn over the decades.

"We're here gentlemen." Sara's voice was huskier that night, deeper, different. The ancient doors creaked and groaned, revealing several members in attendance.

They stood in a stone room, a great tree grew at the back. Stone seats were placed fanned out from the tree. People sat, people they could tell they were of great importance. Ian Masters, Sara's father, sat in front of the tree. Every male gathered wore robes like theirs in various states. Some were open with great members flopped out. Some were tied, most were straight and all were spotless. The women however were naked, with veils over their faces. All except one was waiting in front of Ian.

When they got closer they saw a pit cut into the ground. At once flames boomed to the stone ceiling, illuminating everyone. Ian's wife, Mary Masters stood in elegant black lingerie, supporting her heavy bosom barely affected by time. Thin fabric covered her groin, Grey thatch peeking from the top.

She wore a robe like theirs but red. It was thinner, billowing in a wind no one else felt.

Mary Masterson by Ryan's guess had to be at least sixty according to Sara. Looking at her he would have taken thirty years off of that guess. Graying hair and a few lines didn't affect the majesty of her. He wanted her, suddenly. This odd little urge sitting anxiously behind his eyes. He thought for the millionth time that there was something seriously weird going on and that as before the cult carnival he found himself in.

In front of the pit were several slabs lined with quilts and pillows. All different patterns and colors, no rhythm or reason to it. "If it wasn't for the bedding I'd say it was sacrificial," Malcolm muttered to the guys.

"No one's sacrificing shit with me here!" Brian growled.

"Fear not Mister Gareth. The only thing being sacrificed tonight is given away willingly!" Mary spoke strongly enough that anyone could hear from the front to the back. She spoke with youth and with power.

"Bring them out!" Her words cut the air, an air grown heavy with intent and meaning. "It is time."

"My friends, we welcome you." Mary welcomed each member with a hug and a kiss to the cheek, the affection of an old friend. It was maternal and warm, a contrast to her appearance.

Before they could question, Sara's trio came from another door, trailing behind were their daughters. Lily led them, his daughter's friend as naked as her mother. The same urge howled it's need at Lily's body.

Each one looked down, covered in white robes, hoods over their heads. Even Belinda looked complacent, innocent, changed.

"Fathers, you are here to take their sacrifice! Do you accept what they give of their own will?" She asked.

All three men stumbled over one another, shouting questions and accusations but from somewhere there came a loud crack.

"THIS IS A SACRED SPACE!" She boomed. "I ask again and demand an answer. Do you accept what they sacrifice for you?"

All three exchanged a glance. Mary, taking pity, whispered loudly, "They aren't in any danger. They come to give you themselves. They choose to alright? Relax!" Clearing her throat she threw her arms back to the ceiling and shouted, "Do you accept their sacrifices!?"

Malcolm nodded first, then Brian, then Ryan last. "We accept."

"Good." Mary turned to the girls, never a doubt in her mind that it would go this way. The three were led between their fathers and the sacrificial beds Sara, Trish, and Gale stood beside them in support.

Mary's cut the air, a power jolting through the air alongside.

"You three join us on this holy night. You three bare yourselves before the courts, turning over the keys to your hearts and more to the men before you. Around us, witnesses have gathered. New sisters of the courts look alongside you, at the others who join you in relinquishing your power." Lydia, Ruth and Belinda shared looks, gauging each other.

"These are now your blood. Those who join together join a special bond, as if they were called by a higher power. You may be different, but tonight you are joined. Mother, guide these women, if you please!"

Sara and her counterparts whispered something only the girls could hear.

Each daughter declared for all to hear very simple words. "I do!"

Mary clasped her hands together, joyous in the worship they were about to witness. "I've been here so many times and it never gets less beautiful. Daughters, I ask again, do you make the sacrifice?"

Their eyes locked with their fathers and agreed once more without hesitation.

"Now fathers. It's your turn. For the holy third, ask if they sacrifice."

"Uhm, Belinda d-do you -"

"YES!"

Mary stroked Belinda's cheek and chuckled. "We all appreciate the commitment dear but let him finish the words that must be spoken." Looking at Brian she motioned for him to continue.

"Belinda, do you sacrifice?"

"Yes, Dad. I sacrifice of my own free will." Her robe came down, Her body was covered only by a snow-white set of lingerie. Hers was intricate, patterns barely noticeable in the fabric. Much like Mary's, they did a noble job of keeping all she had covered. A bra her breasts fought against, underwear that hugged the curve of her hips and ass. Stockings rose to her thighs, leaf patterns over the cuff. Completing the ensemble was a choker with something sewn around it.

She stood tall, body bared to the man she loved. Her father's eye threatened to bulge out if his head and his member poked from between the folds of his robe.

"Malcome, if you please."

"Ruth, my angel. Do you sacrifice?"

His daughter's hood came down and Ruth was a vision. Her brows had been plucked, light makeup applied, and her freckles still stood out but she looked like her. Not different, just more her. The brown bush of hair she had was now straight and framing her face. Her lips were an apple red and they smiled when her father gasped at her appearance.

"I sacrifice." She said, with more force in her words than her father could muster. An afternoon of being made to walk around naked had made the next step easy. She dropped her robe, revealing a similar outfit but a very different body. She was lighter than Belinda's orange tan. She never worked out, all she did was study. The lingerie perfectly hugged the young breasts the size of pumpkins, and her natural butt that filled out so well that half the audience craned their necks to get a better look.

Her thighs were thicker, stretching the stockings that trailed up her shapely legs, less toned but still delectable. She brushed some hair from her face and whispered. "How do I look, Dad?"

Malcolm, in the middle of what his daughter thought was a very small stroke, managed to creak, "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaagghhhh." Before his brain shut down. She knew he liked it when his robes opened and her friend from the night before rose, making an appearance.

"Golly!"

"Well, still counts." Mary muttered, a smirk curling her lips. "Ryan, for the holy third!"

"Lydia, I doubt I have to ask but, do you sacrifice?"

"You know I do, Father." When Lydia's robe dropped the entire room gasped. Her slender toned torso, rosy nipples that stabbed the air, toned stomach leading to the huge hips, and enough ass to drown in was a sight they were blessed to see. The outfit looked even better on her to Ryan and like the two men beside him, his robes couldn't contain his excitement.

"Three times we asked and three times they answered. It is time for the sacrifice. Ladies, if you would!"

Sara and the others helped the daughters up to the slabs, the sacrificial beds. They laid them down and made sure they were comfortable. Sara kissed Lydia on the forehead and whispered "Proud of you."

Then she removed Lydia's underwear and handed them to Ryan as if they were made of gold. Trish and Gale did the same. After accepting, the fathers were disrobed. The tall and beefy Ryan, thin and gawky Malcolm, and the short and squat Brian were naked as the day they were born and each ready as they ever could be.

Sara placed her fingers on Lydia's thighs and spread them, revealing her unspoiled innocence to her father. The three men moaned at what they were being given, in disbelief but thankful. All wanted what they were about to take.

"Men, please take your place over your daughters. What they give you is theirs. They give you their innocents, their bodies, their souls. Girls, what else do you give them?"

"OUR PUSSIES!" They shrieked. "OUR PUSSIES ARE YOURS!"

Ryan, consumed by painful aches, stared into his daughter's sex. 'This can't be real, my baby girl is waiting for me, giving herself to me. I have never been harder in my fucking life; I've never wanted anyone more.'

"When you do this, they are yours. Brian, Belinda had strayed but tonight we cleansed her in the waters of rebirth. She opened herself to us. She regrets every man that's ever touched her that wasn't you."

"I don't care, I just, I want her." As the oldest, he grunted more getting up there but it was worth it to see her. Her eyes were wet, her lips trembled and her arms took their place around his neck. She mouthed "love you". And spread her legs wider. Each father placed his engorged dick over his daughter, swollen testicles against their asses.

"Father, this is your time now. With this act, they become yours. You will guide them, show them what they can be, and when the time is right, help them find a man like you. But tonight, the only man for them is you. I ask that you remind them of that. Show them what you are. This isn't a time for lovemaking. This is a night of primal, animalistic mating, marking them as yours. Start slow, but make them know who they belong to. When it is time, do not pull away. Write your names in their wombs."

The room grew silent, not so much as a cough. When each man placed his dick against his daughter's tunnel the wetness could be heard all around. Ryan slowly eased himself in. Lydia arched her back and gritted her teeth, the impossible object forcing itself against her tiny opening.

She wriggled her hips, the slick entrance spread wide and swallowed him after a long struggle.

'Sooo... fucking BIIIGGGGGG!'

Ruth and Belinda screamed and Lydia's walls shattered. Her screams joined theirs. The women shrieked and begged and thrashed as they took their daddy's. Each dick would forever change them, starting with their love tunnels. Sara's hand followed the head of Ryan's dick as his cock cored a path into his shrieking daughter.

"DADDY! SO DEEEEP!" Ruth cried when Malcom pressed in.. Belinda had her father passing her belly button and Lydia was struggling to take but a few inches. The fathers braced themselves and thrust in, doing it for them. Organs moved to make way and three outlines formed deeper and deeper in the three creaming girls. Lydia and Ruth both lost their hymen quickly, the pain barely noticeable within the sea of searing hot heat consuming their lower half.

"Keep going, you're so close, force your balls on her ass!" Ryan heard Brian grunt near him, Gale urging him on. The ambassadors stroked their wards' hands through their trial.

"So FUCKING TIGHT!" Malcom barked, wiry muscles flexing.

"Give it to me, Dad. I FUCKING WANT IT!" The wallflower begged.

Lydia dug her fingers into her father's hips and yanked. A few more inches and his narrow daughter would be fully speared.

"Thrust fathers, fill your daughters, claim them as yours!" Mary called and every ambassador left their wards, grabbing the fathers by the hips and shoving.

"AAGGHHHHHH!" Ruth briefly lost consciousness when they screamed in unison.

"It's beautiful," Sara whispered, in awe of Lydia. So thin, her dad's dick stood out and the barely conscious girl looked down, taking in the monstrous invader changing her for good.

She bucked her hips, lungs burning, throat dried from her screams. She joined Ruth and Belinda, each one felt a rushing storm. "I'm gonna.. ahhhhh something.. it's ha-happening I'm gonna AAAEEEEE!"

Holy three indeed, each daughter cumming on her father, anointing his dick with her juices.

"Brian, I love you. I'm sorry I've been a bitch I just love you. Forgive me, forgive me for all the losers and for being a bitch and I'm so sorry!" Belinda clung to her dad, sheathed into him, and cried tears of regret, of love, and of loyalty. She was now his.

"Me too baby." Brian huffed between ropes exploding from his balls.

Having awakened, Ruth convulsed around her dad in her first orgasm. Hers hit her brain like a truck. Her fingers clawed crimson lines down her father's back and her broken pussy wrung the life from his cock.

Lydia's mouth hung open, no sound, tongue drooping from her mouth and eyes rolled back. Every other moment her whole body would jerk in unison with her love sleeve squeezing her daddy tightly.

It was too much. Brian was the first to break, the father part of his brain being forced to the backseat. He didn't speak, he just slammed suddenly and growled in pride when his daughter shrieked. He slammed again and again, barely jerking himself free before giving it back.

Malcom and Ryan fell in, jackhammering their girls like beasts unleashed. The professor forgot everything but the feel and Malcolm the monster took Ruth for all she was worth. That night she wasn't his daughter, she was just his, and he would make sure she could never forget. Ruth ran out of screams after a few minutes but the orgasms kept coming. The pain had faded leaving the feeling of wholeness. Ruth, Lydia, and Belinda all realized the same truth. They had each been missing a piece, a piece their fathers had driven home.

Ryan couldn't even remember his estranged wife's name. All he knew was the bliss that was his daughter. "This is mine!" Ryan forced himself home, his balls making waves in his daughter's ass. He rammed it deep in a fog.

Brian came first. He started huffing, thrusts becoming spastic, and painted his daughter's tunnel. She came, crying "Thank you for your cum, make me yours!"

"Fucking take it you sexy bitch!" She milked him, the best pussy Brian had ever felt wrapping around him. "If your mother was this good I wouldn't have cheated so many times. I love you, Belinda!"

They came together, holding each other, sharing their tears. "I llooooOOOOVVEE YOU BRIAN!"

Ruth heard Belinda's breakdown and wanted to feel what she felt. "I want you to finish inside me, Dad, please, make me yours. I-I... w-want you t-to OWN MY PUSSY!" She joined him, pussy clamping down in the throes of the most intense orgasm.

"F-F-FFUCK MOMMY! I DON'T FEEL GUILTY ANYMORE!" What her father did she knew was right. They both deserved it. The universe itself guided them to this holy moment. It was meant to be and no guilt was necessary for fate.

Lydia opened an eye, finding her father grunting with a final thrust and she finally got what she wanted. Like the others her father quickly filled her, her womb drowning, her stomach swelling.

"Yes ddaaddyy, I want iiittt....." She came like the others, her father's seed driving her over the edge. The quivering mass of hormones and fucked stupid young woman reacted on autopilot. Her pussy sated its thirst with her father's salty seed, sucking him between ropes.

At last, all three pairs came down, orgasms dwindling till their balls ran dry in their daughters. The deed was done. Huffing and puffing, covered in sweat, Ryan, Malcome and Brian pulled away gingerly. Their daughters all blacked out coming down from their own orgasms.

Ryan felt drained and worried he might collapse onto his daughter. "That was fucking intense."

"Holy hell I don't think I've ever come that hard!" Brian too felt empty.

Malcolm flopped there, his daughter mirroring the others, their broken pussies gushing rivers of cum onto the slab. "They look pregnant." Malcom breathed, stating the obvious. He knew how they came, he regularly did that to his wife but seeing his daughter like that, there was pride to it.

"We need to take them," Ryan said, get them somewhere but Sara touched his arm, gently moving him to Lydia's side as Malcolm and Brian were made to do the same.

"They need to bear witness."

Ian came with Mary, impressed with the spectacle. Gabe stood behind them, smiling from ear to ear, and gave his bewildered neighbor a mostly naked hug.

"Dude, my dick is out."

Gabe laughed, booming across the chamber walls. "After what I just witnessed, is it really that weird? Now get over here!"

Their hands were shaken, congrats and welcomes thrown around as more people approached. Ryan watched in stunned silence as Mary knelt beneath the flowing river of cum pouring from his daughter. She opened her mouth and drank greedily.

Other women knelt as Mary had and took a taste from the sleeping Lydia and the others in turn. Ryan tried to ask but Gabe shook his head so he dropped it till he could get Gabe in private. Sara was the last, taking great gulps till Lydia's womb emptied. Trish and Gale knelt along, taking what remained in Ruth and Belinda.

Ryan and the others were offered wine and their robes. They were kept open so their dripping members were on display. Almost every other man had his open too. They talked, celebrating. After some time the girls woke and demanded their fathers.

"Faatthheerrr...." Lydia whispered, bruised and battered but content. When he approached it was her arms that opened to him but her legs.

"Really?"

"So empty without you."

"Do it buddy, it's time to mingle anyway. Everyone will want to welcome the girls now that they're awake." Gabe handed a bottle of water to Ryan for Lydia, she downed it without pause.

She tossed the bottle and pulled Ryan to her before guiding him back in. "Uuuhhhh father!"

She melted into him, whimpering quietly when he stood up with her.

"So full." The outline of his cock rested against him. Brian and Malcom were also standing now, Ryan almost laughed at the absurd sight of the short Brian holding his Amazon of a daughter upright like that.

They were introduced to many more members. Ryan met people in the local government, a few celebrities, and some of the people heading the services that worked for the club. He shook so many hands that Lydia slipped more than once. She whined a little, he couldn't blame her.

Lydia got just such attention. Women came to hug her and introduce themselves. The Tailor offered to work with her on a few things. The principal, Beverly, came to talk to Lydia. Ryan couldn't help but flash back to the time she obediently blew Gabe.

Everything started winding down when the girls couldn't keep their eyes open. "The ritual takes a lot out of us the first time," Sara informed him. After they grabbed their girls, Ryan assumed the formal part was done when Lily moved beside him and never moved. She occasionally stroked Lydia's back, whispering soothing words and helping where she could.

"You know I have about a million questions."

Gabe patted him on the back, guiding them towards the door. "And we'll answer. Now that you're both fully in, you're entitled. For now, know that we all love you guys and we're here for you. You're probably about to pass out with her so Sara will take you to your room. Sleep buddy, we have tomorrow to talk."

Sara guided him, physically supporting him as they got closer. He had never been so wiped in his life.

It took several minutes to get there and when they did Sara opened the door, revealing a very welcoming room. Their second home. It was really nice. Flat-screen on the wall, a large bed for two, mini-fridge, private bathroom. It wasn't terribly huge but it would be comfortable.

Sara pulled the covers back and he slipped in with Lydia, still inside of her. He started pulling away but she latched on. "No." She protested with a tiny squeak.

"She knows what she wants." Sara covered them up, tucking them in and petting Lydia's head lovingly. "Sweet dreams. Diamond gave me your schedule. Sleep as long as you want, there's nowhere to be tomorrow. We have breakfast in the mornings but I doubt you two will be awake."

She flicked the light, darkness falling like a blanket around them. "You made something powerful tonight, the two of you. It will always be there, if you let it. The love you share is special."

"I know," Ryan murmured.

"Oh and Ryan?" She asked, the door a narrow slit of light.

"Yeah."

"Welcome to the Renshire court. You're going to do amazing things here."

The door closed and Ryan and Lydia fell into a deep and all-consuming slumber, just the two of them and the shadowy figure watching over them with interest.

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