Author's Note: This story wouldn't have been possible without the help of my longtime online friend, constant source of inspiration, and (as it turns out) creator of punny titles, Dolemite!

Synopsis: Franklin Garring is a rising star at the Cliffords, Cliffords, and Paulsen lawfirm. His beautiful 10-year-old daughter, Alice, has a chance to make sure that star shines forever... but she has to win a high-stakes competition for her daddy first. It's an all-or-nothing contest that Franklin is betting Alice can win, but if he's wrong the price of failure for both Dad and daughter will be dire.  

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Notice: All accounts, descriptions, locations, people, places, and events are the work of fiction and are the product of the author's imagination. The following story contains explicit sexual content. 

Daddy's Firm
by PunkyGirl04

Part Five
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"When did your daddy play with you for the first time?"

Rachel's words startled Alice. She was still sitting in the same place she'd been when Mr. Cliffords left the girls a few minutes earlier. She was absentmindedly kicking her feet in the air and chewing on her left thumbnail as her mind tried to calm itself down and prepare for the next round. 

"Wh... what?" she asked, looking over her right shoulder. Rachel had moved to the head of the bed and was sort of curled up in a fetal position, facing her and hugging a pillow under one arm. She looked scared, really scared, at least as scared as Alice was. But there was a look of annoyance on her face, too.

"When did your daddy play with you for the first time!" the blond whined. Scared or not, she was ever the bitch.

Alice gulped slowly. Why was Rachel asking her this? Probably just to pass the time, she knew, since Mr. Cliffords said it would be at least ten minutes before they started. He had to explain everything to the men in the other room and make preparations, he'd said. Even so, Alice was intimidated by the girl and preferred not to talk to her. The problem was that she was so intimidated that she couldn't bring up the courage to just tell her to shut up. She said, "Uhm, when I turned eight... on my birthday."

Rachel slid up into a sitting position and stretched her little body. She didn't look so scared anymore. She hugged the pillow against her small body and smiled. "Yeah, me, too," she said. "I guess that's probably one of the firm's rules, huh?"

"Yeah," Alice said. She returned her gaze to her bare feet dangling over the end of the bed and started chewing her thumbnail again.

Rachel didn't seem to get the hint, though. She said, "Was Joy there? The first time, I mean?"

Alice's mind flashed back to that day, that strange and confusing day, and the memories flooded back to her. After a moment she scooted herself back on the bed, resigned to the fact she was going to be chatting with her competitor until the next round started. She leaned back against two huge pillows, as far away from the blond girl as she could, and allowed her long red hair to cover her nothing-breasts. She said, "Yeah, she helped Daddy get in me." She didn't add, By holding my arms above my head and kissing my tears away as I cried and cried at the pain...

The blond child, leaning now on her left side to face Alice, laughed. "You needed her help?" She giggled again in a taunting manner. "All she did was watch with me. My daddy was very gentle, very nice. But then again, he loves me."

"My daddy loves me, too!" Alice protested.

The mean blond girl rolled her pretty eyes. "Oh, suuuuurrrrrre he does. That's why he spanks you so hard, right?"

Alice was confused. "What do you mean?"

Rachel made a sound of annoyance, as though the answer should be obvious. "The only reason I lost the last round was 'cause I'm not used to being spanked so hard. My daddy only spanks me once in a while, and never hard, 'cause he loves me. Your dad must spank you a lot, and really hard! You're used to getting hurt. My daddy would never hurt me 'cause he loves me."

Tears threatened to come to Alice's eyes. She blinked them away and refused to look at the taunting girl. "That's not true," she whispered. Deep down, though, she worried that the girl might have a point. Her dad did spank her an awful lot, after all. He'd slapped her around more than a few times, too. But he'd always said it was because he loved her. Could he have been lying?

The mean girl giggled softly. "Whatever. I bet he's even had other guys fuck you before, too."

A tear finally leaked down Alice's cute 10-year-old face. She tried to wipe it away before Rachel could see it but she was too late. The mean girl, leaning up, said in surprise, "He has, hasn't he! He's made you do it with other guys before! How many?"

Alice shook her head, "No, he hasn't..."

"Liar!" Rachel yelled. She jumped up and before Alice could react the girl was on top of her, straddling her midsection and pinning her arms down to the mattress with her knees. She said, "Tell me, tell me! He's made you fuck other guys, hasn't he?"

"Stop it, get off!" Alice cried. She struggled and tried to free herself but the other girl was just bigger enough and just stronger enough to keep her pinned. Alice could feel the girl's naked pussy pressing down on her and the blond girl's knees dug painfully into her naked arms rendering her immobile. She resisted for at least a minute but was too weak to really fight. She stopped struggling but still refused to tell the truth. She said, "He hasn't, I've only been with him before now... OW!"

Rachel had slapped her across the face. She slapped her again then moved her hands down to Alice's nipples. The child's hair was dangling over Alice's sensitive skin, tickling her, and there was anger in her tormentor's eyes when she hissed, "Tell me the truth, right now!"

Alice began to sob, then she screamed. Rachel was twisting her nipples, both at the same time, causing her to struggle anew. But Rachel didn't stop and Alice was helpless beneath her. She had no choice but to tell the truth. She cried, "Yes, yes, but only one guy! Let me go!"

Rachel laughed but did let go of Alice's nipples. She slid off the crying girl and resumed her casual position from before. Alice sobbed and rubbed her sore nipples when Rachel said, "That's funny... you think he loves you, but he shares you with other men? My daddy never shared me, never! Not until now, and I agreed to do this. For him. For us!"

Alice couldn't respond. Her nipples hurt a great deal still and she turned her back to the mean, terrible girl who had hurt her physically as well as mentally. She barely heard her ask, "Who was he?"

When Alice didn't reply right away she felt the little girl pull on her hair, making her scream. Rachel demanded, "Tell me or I'll do that again!"

Sniffing, Alice just started to talk. She said, "He... he was just a guy, ok? Just a... friend of his. Daddy told me he was nice, and would be really nice to me, and, and... and that he was lonely and sad and he thought I was pretty from the pictures he'd seen and... Daddy didn't make me do it, though, I did it for him, I wanted to!"

Rachel pulled on Alice's hair again, but gently this time. When the tug got firmer Alice turned her head to face the girl. She looked pompous, arrogant, and as usual, cruel. "He was a 'friend'? Then why did he only think you were pretty from pictures? All of my daddy's friends have met me in real life, Alice."

"He just... he didn't...," Alice stammered. She was caught in another lie.

The blond slapped her free hand down on Alice's non-existent left breast. "Tell me the truth!" she yelled.

"He was one of his clients!" Alice sobbed, finally being honest. She felt humiliated and sick beyond all measure to reveal all this to her enemy, her competitor, but she didn't want to be hurt anymore. Also, there was a part of her, deep down, that needed to share this with someone. She'd never spoken of it before. She blubbered, "Last Christmas Daddy told me I was going to be a gift to a special client of his, a rich guy, a very important client... I, I got spanked really bad when I cried about it. I didn't want to. I didn't!"

Rachel grinned at the sobbing girl. "But you did it, because your mean-old daddy made you. Right?"

"Yes!" Alice sobbed, feeling completely defeated. "I didn't, though, I didn't want to be with him, he was so big and smelly! He wasn't nice either, he wasn't... my daddy lied!"

The blond finally let go of Alice's red hair. The girl turned away from her tormentor again and her small body quaked with her crying. She kept expecting Rachel to taunt her some more, but she didn't. Not until she had calmed down, at least. Once she did she heard the mean girl say, "See? I told you he didn't love you. But my daddy loves me. That's why I'm going to win, and you're going to be the next Joy."

Alice sobbed some more as her competitor hummed, obviously pleased with herself.

My daddy loves me! the sobbing girl kept thinking. Over and over, her internal mantra became, "My daddy loves me!". 

But she felt less conviction each time she thought it.

**

Franklin was stunned after hearing the fifth round details from Samuel Cliffords. The other men in the room were also surprised but seemed pleased by what the round would entail. Franklin's cock throbbed, just as theirs did, but he wasn't so sure such a round would go in his favor. He wasn't sure his sensitive little girl could take it, no matter how hot and horny her pussy got.

Thank God, he thought, I fuck her so often. It toughens her up, readies her for a thing like this. And thank God I sold her little pussy to Joseph, that perverted old bastard, last year.

He hadn't felt right about doing that after picking her up from Joseph's hotel. Alice had been distraught, to say the least, and in the following days he learned why. Her pussy had been fucked beyond imagining, making it difficult for the then 9-year-old to even walk. The asshole, Joseph, had really done a number on her. The $12,000 Franklin received, in addition to a guarantee to be kept on as the alleged-pedophile's lead attorney, hardly seemed worth it after seeing the many bruises his daughter had suffered at the man's hands. When Joseph was exonerated of all charges Franklin was the only member of the defense team not to celebrate. He'd sort of hoped Joseph would go to jail after what he'd done to his little girl.

But at least he prepared her a little, Franklin thought. He hated having to admit it, but it was possible that Joseph's treatment of his daughter that night might help her win this competition.

"Okay, gentlemen, it's time to draw numbers," Cliffords announced while Franklin nursed another scotch.

In a daze he walked up and, in turn, drew a piece of folded paper from the brown paper bag the Senior Partner of the firm held out. He glanced over and saw that Steven, Rachel's dad, had already drawn his. Franklin walked back toward the bar of the fancy hotel room suite before unfolding his ticket. When he opened it, he sighed. Number 13.

13 out of 13, he thought. That worried him. It meant he'd be going last. Not that it really mattered, but he'd been hoping he could go earlier, if only to make sure he made proper love to his daughter, the way he knew she liked. There wouldn't be any way for him to know it was his daughter, of course, but he could do it to both of them in order to make sure Alice got at least some decent fucking. She would need it, he knew, because the other men in this room weren't going to be gentle, and they weren't going to care about how she felt.

Could Alice take it? Could she last through all of them? She'd shown such endurance during the spanking but getting fucked in the pussy was another affair. He glanced over at Steven, who was talking with a few of the other men. He looked confident. Franklin felt anything but. 

Maybe he prepared his daughter better than I did, Franklin thought. He slammed down the rest of his scotch and poured himself another.

If only Joseph hadn't been such an asshole, I'd have prepared her more, too, he thought. After that night with Joseph, though, he hadn't wanted to share her with anyone else again. Not until this competition, at least.

I guess I just love her too much, Franklin thought.

**

The ball gag fit snugly in her mouth.

Experimentally, Alice tried to speak, but all that resulted was a gurgling sound followed by some drool escaping her lips. Mr. Cliffords heard her and smiled. He was attaching an identical gag to Rachel, who seemed completely fine with receiving the black-leather strapped device around her head. If she really had been scared earlier, as Alice had thought, she wasn't any longer. Maybe that was the real reason the mean girl had taunted her. Alice knew from experience that a lot of girls picked on her just to make themselves feel better. It's what bullies did.

In any event, Rachel's accusations about her dad not loving her had worked. Alice felt completely deflated, especially now that her gag was in place. She was supposed to win this competition for both herself and her daddy, but did he even love her? She wasn't sure. She felt helpless and scared and now she couldn't even talk. Alice would have cried except there didn't seem to be any tears left for her eyes to drip out onto her cute prepubescent face.

"There we go," Mr. Cliffords said. He'd just finished strapping the neon-pink ball gag in place, widening Rachel's little mouth and making her look sort of silly in the process. Alice was sure she looked just as silly, but Mr. Cliffords seemed to like the effect. He said, "There's a pretty girl. Let me tie back your hair and we can start."

He'd done the same to Alice, tying back her long red hair with a scrunchy, then using some rubber-band hair-ties to keep her flowing ponytail together. It would have been more effective to let them braid their hair, Alice thought, but Mr. Cliffords hadn't asked her opinion. No one ever asked her opinion, the girl lamented. Her dad hadn't asked if she wanted to see that mean man, Mr. Joseph, for example. Technically he had asked if she wanted to be in this competition, but he'd made it pretty clear she couldn't say no. And now, here she was, a pink rubber ball in her mouth, naked in front of two strangers, about to get fucked by strange men for a competition that her young life basically depended upon.

"Now it's time to find out which of you is Heads and which of you will be Tails," Mr. Cliffords grinned. He held out a shiny quarter to the girls in his open palm and said, "Which of you wants to receive the flip?"

Rachel shot up her hand in an eager gesture. Alice didn't so much as shrug. Cliffords said, "Very well, Ms. Townsend. Here we go..."

The coin flipped out of his hand and into the air, dropping to his feet a moment later. Alice half-heartedly looked at it and saw that it was heads. She was relieved: it would delay the inevitable for at least a few minutes.

"Alright, Heads," Mr. Cliffords winked to the blond girl. "You understand the rules, correct?"

Rachel nodded.

"And you, Tails," he said, looking at Alice. "You know the rules?"

"Mwuh-huh," she said around the ball-gag in her mouth.

Mr. Cliffords chuckled. "Very well. Just keep in mind, both of you, that if I detect any sort of attempt to communicate your identities to the participants, or feel there is cheating in any way, you will forfeit the round and therefore the entire competition. Understand?"

Both girls nodded. Alice noticed Rachel staring at her as she did, and despite the ball gag in her mouth she looked smug and very sure of herself. Alice blushed and turned away. She hopped off of the bed to get away from the mean girl. Mr. Cliffords took her by the hand and led her to the door.

"Now," he said to her, kneeling down and touching her gently on her outstretched chin, "you're sure you know what to do? One mistake and you lose the round, Tails."

Alice nodded her head. She felt embarrassed to be called by anything but her real name, but that was part of this round's rules. Her anonymity was essential for it to work the way Mr. Cliffords wanted and he was obviously trying to get her used to being called by the alias. 

"Very well," he said after briefly touching her between the legs. His wrinkly old finger lingered for a moment on her slender little slit and Alice froze at the touch. Her reaction must have amused him because Mr. Cliffords laughed and said, "A shy one, huh? That's okay. This little cunny of yours will be put to its proper use soon, Tails. Shyness won't matter then."

He winked at her and she blushed in reply. Without another word he opened the door. A man was waiting there, one of the men who worked with her daddy. He was naked and the first thing Alice noticed about him was that his thingy, his penis, was already hard. It was pointed straight at her and there was a smile on his face. The second thing she noticed was that, just as Mr. Cliffords had explained earlier, the man's eyes were covered by a strap of gauze that wrapped around his head several times. This made him as blind as both Alice and Rachel were mute. 

The little red-headed child looked up at Mr. Cliffords who nodded to her in encouragement. Alice inhaled deeply through her nostrils and tentatively reached out her tiny hand, gripped the man's erect member, and gently pulled him forward. It was only the third penis she'd ever touched with her hand and the feeling of it throbbing in her grip sent chills down her spine. She felt goosebumps form on her skin as she carefully guided him into the room.

"Good girl, good girl," the blindfolded man murmured at her gentle touch. She led him by his cock and once he cleared the door Mr. Cliffords shut it and set the lock.

The red-headed girl, in a daze, led the blind man toward the bed where Rachel was already in position. Her pert little body was laying back on the mattress, her butt at its edge, her legs pulled back and spread wide for the blindfolded man. Alice guided the man between her competitor's legs and felt the man's cock pulse in her hand again as she angled it toward the blond's vagina. 

"Remember, no touching above the waist," Mr. Cliffords said.

"I know, I know," the man breathed as Alice pressed his cock against Rachel's little slit. It was glistening wet this time but Alice knew that she had used the lubricant Mr. Cliffords had provided. With a small feeling of pride Alice realized she wouldn't need such help. Already her own pussy was getting damp.

The man groaned and Alice let go of his member. She stood back and watched, in wonderment, as his thing pressed into the little blond girl's body. His big hands gripped Rachel's thighs and Alice went on her tip-toes to get a good look at the proceedings. What she saw made her gasp into her ball-gag, causing drool to roll out of her lips.

The head of the nameless man's cock was only halfway inside the girl but already she was groaning from the force. Alice couldn't believe how obscene the sight of a grown man's penis entering a little girl's vagina was. She'd been fucked by her daddy many times but she'd never really watched the act. Now she got to watch as this man pressed his cock deeper and deeper into her competitor's small body. She felt her pussy moisten and wondered how it felt to Rachel.

From the looks on her face she wasn't enjoying it. That made Alice enjoy watching even more for some reason. The blond child sounded like she'd be screaming if not for the ball gag in her mouth. As it was, drool and spit was dripping out from her mouth and her eyes were wide open. Her hands dug deep into the bedsheets when the blindfolded man thrust his cock deep into her body, plunging nearly half its length in one brutal blow. He groaned and said, "Yeah, good little pussy... fuck!"

At first Alice thought Rachel would start to bleed. After all, how could such a large object fit into such a tiny opening without tearing the most sensitive area of a girl's body? Once the man was fully inside the blond girl, though, Alice realized that his cock wasn't even as big as her own Daddy's was. Also, Alice knew her pussy-hole was at least as small as her competitor's. Was this what it looked like when her daddy fucked her? The thought made Alice feel dizzy.

"Sw... switch!" the man said after thrusting in and out of Rachel a few times.

Alice felt her pussy tingle at his words. The man pulled out of the blond girl, who instantly rolled to her right. Without thinking Alice jumped onto the mattress and took the same position Rachel had been in. She pulled back her legs and spread her thighs and waited. Her pussy was tingling and her breathing was labored through her nostrils as her competitor guided the blindfolded man's cock into position.

When he entered her, Alice groaned into her ball gag. She couldn't believe it, but she was actually enjoying the feeling of the strange man's penis going into her small body. She hadn't enjoyed it at all with Mr. Joseph, the mean man who had fucked her long and hard without any regard to her own feelings. Sure, in the end he had made her cum, but those few seconds of pleasure had hardly been worth the endless pain he had put her through before and after her climax. Ever since that experience Alice had been convinced that only her daddy's penis could please her entirely. Now she was beginning to realize that maybe the problem with Mr. Joseph had been that he was mean and cruel. He'd hit her, slapped her, everywhere except the face. He'd called her names and made her call herself a slut and worse. This man, though, was just saying, "Damn, nice and warm, fuck, fuck...". Maybe any penis could please her, the little girl realized, so long as the man it belonged to wasn't evil and mean like Mr. Joseph had been.

The man fucking her at the moment had his hands around her hips and was pulling her waif-like 10-year-old body into him every time he slammed his cock home. It hurt in a way but more than that, it made her feel good. Drool rolled down her cheeks and onto the mattress as Alice groaned into her gag. She felt full and complete with the cock inside her small body. She was pinching her own nipples, the way her daddy always did when he made love to her: not hard and brutal the way Rachel had been doing earlier but gentle and kind. It intensified her sense of pleasure and Alice was certain she would get another orgasm any moment. But then the child heard the man say, "Switch!".

Alice whimpered in disappointment as she rolled to her left and Rachel replaced her again on the mattress. On wobbly legs Alice stood up, found the man's cock, and guided it into Rachel for the second time. More than anything now the little girl wanted to touch herself the way her daddy had taught her, to give herself that orgasm she was so desperate for. But Mr. Cliffords was watching everything from a nearby chair and she was too embarrassed. 

When the blindfolded man cried, "Switch!" again his voice was desperate. Alice replaced Rachel on the bed once more and when he entered her it was all she needed. Her body tensed up and her pussy tightened around the large shaft within it. She gripped the bedsheets in her tiny fists and groaned long and low in her throat. She came hard, an orgasm that exploded from her curled-up toes to her slender shaking shoulders. Before it was even over the man fucking her groaned, "B-bowl! Gimme your bowl!"

In a numbed daze Alice reached out her left hand and found the pink translucent bowl. She lifted it carefully and placed it into the man's outstretched hand. She would have smiled if she could but even without the ball-gag in her mouth, smiling would have been impossible. She was still reeling from the orgasm she'd just experienced. Now she just wanted to enjoy the rest of the man's fucking cock.

There wasn't much left to enjoy. After just a minute or two of plugging his 40-something dick into her 10-year-old pussy, the man pulled out of her and groaned. Alice leaned up on her elbows and watched as he jerked his cock with his hand while Rachel held the bowl at an angle that would catch his sperm. She did not look pleased. Alice felt her confidence returning when the man ejaculated long, thick streams of gooey white semen into her bowl. 

Alice was now winning this round of the competition one to nothing. 

Alice watched Rachel guide the man back to the door. She let her legs relax but didn't lay back down. She wanted to see who the next man was going to be. It turned out to be another one of her daddy's co-workers, blindfolded of course. Alice did not know him. She lay back onto the mattress and spread her legs, waiting for his cock to enter her, too.

It did, easily, because Alice was still very wet. When he got tired of her he yelled "Switch!" and Rachel replaced her. This man used both girls three times before finally asking for Rachel's cup. Alice felt disappointed and humiliated to hold out the translucent lavender colored plastic bowl for his cock while he jerked off into it, but was careful to catch every drop. It was one of the rules. One missed drop would mean a forfeit.

"Very good, Heads," Mr. Cliffords said after. "You've tied it up with Tails."

Alice's cheeks burned red as she led the blindfolded man back to the door. She opened it for him and let go of his hand as he stumbled out into the room in an awkward and careful motion. Another blindfolded man, of course, was waiting to take his place. 

It was Rachel's daddy.

Of course, he had no idea who she was since he couldn't see. The thought of helping place his cock into his own daughter's cunt excited Alice, and suddenly the red-headed girl felt a burst of energy. She reached out and gripped his member. He sighed at her touch and said, "I love the way you touch me, Rachel."

"Ah-ah-ah!" Mr. Cliffords scolded him from across the room. "Remember the rules. No names. You're not allowed to even guess names, Mr. Townsend. One more remark like that and your daughter will forfeit this round. Understand?"

Alice was holding Rachel's daddy's cock, unconsciously squeezing it in gentle little gestures, as the blindfolded man stammered, "Uh, yes, sorry sir."

His cock was a decent size and it felt good in Alice's small hand. She glanced over at Mr. Cliffords and only began to lead him toward his daughter's waiting pussy when the old man nodded. Rachel was in position, her tiny budding breasts thrust into the air, her legs splayed and her cunt still gaping from her last fuck. He entered his little girl with no problem at all.

Alice watched in amazement as he fucked her. She groaned, as always, as though she was being tortured. It was as though Rachel was incapable of cumming. Was she immune to the pleasures of sex? Even with her own daddy?

"Switch!" he cried after only a couple of minutes of fucking his daughter.

Alice eagerly took her place. When he entered her with his daughter's help Alice groaned, too, but with desire. The thought of her getting him off was intoxicating. Her hands went up to her non-existent breasts and squeezed their nipples and she felt ripples of pleasure from head to toe. Mr. Townsend was gripping her hips in the meantime, rubbing them, and saying things like, "Fucking, good... fucking, good..."

He asked for a switch again, and Alice helped place his cock back inside his daughter. He plugged his little girl for a while then switched. On and on, back and forth, he kept changing pussies. But when he finally asked for a bowl, he was balls-deep inside Alice.

"Two to one," Mr. Cliffords said after Mr. Townsend ejaculated into Alice's pink bowl. "Let's keep going."

Rachel led her own daddy, by the hand, back to the door. She also led the next man back, another stranger, and before long he was fucking Alice's pussy with sheer ferocity.

That man ended up cumming into Rachel's lavender bowl. The next two went to Alice, which made the red-headed child feel really confident. But then the next two ejaculated into her competitor's bowl. The next man, after yelling "Switch!" practically every 30-seconds, also came into Rachel's bowl. It was all tied up as Alice led the ninth man to the little blond meanie. He ended up spending most of his time inside of Alice, but he yelled "Switch!" just before he came.

He jerked himself off into Rachel's bowl. For the first time during this round, Rachel was in the lead. Five to four.

"Four men left," Mr. Cliffords said. "But this is close. You girls are both doing really well. I'd really hate to see either of you lose.

"Tails?" he said, "Bring Heads another."

Alice did as she was told but the young girl was feeling sick inside. She led the tenth man to Rachel's now gaping pussy and watched as he plugged her for nearly ten minutes. The blond girl was no longer screaming or groaning. She was used to the pain by now, it seemed, but she obviously wasn't enjoying herself. She just laid there, unmoving except by the man't fucking cock. She was staring off vacantly at the ceiling. Alice couldn't understand it. Just watching the other girl's tiny pussy getting split apart by the stranger's cock was getting her horny, yet Rachel was acting like she hated being with the man. Was it possible that the girl was incapable of enjoying sex? 

When he asked for a switch, Alice took his cock into her and groaned with pleasure. The red-headed child loved the feeling of his long but slender dick. She writhed on the bed and squeezed her nipples, grinding her cunt back toward the invasive object. She could feel another orgasm building within the folds of her vagina and it was almost too much for her to take. 

"Oh, fuck, I think you like this," the man said. "I... Jesus! You... fuck... take it, you want it, fuck!" 

His words excited Alice. Once again she was going to cum, she knew. The skinny-dicked man stabbed into her body over and over again and she groaned into her ball-gag with each thrust he made. When she came he asked for her bowl but she was enjoying herself too much to hear him. It took Mr. Clifford's voice, ordering her to give the man her bowl, to snap her out of her throes of pleasure. Scrambling to obey her daddy's boss she grabbed the bowl and gave it to the man. She watched in a detached manner as he handed it to Rachel and jerked off into it. 

The round was tied again.

"Five to five," Mr. Cliffords announced as Rachel led the blindfolded man back to the door. Alice, out of breath and feeling warm all over, leaned up on her elbows and saw the elderly man smile and say, "This is coming down to the wire, girls."

Alice won the next session, too. The man she didn't know asked for her bowl after thrusting into her only three or four times. He never even felt Rachel's pussy. Apparently Alice's was way too much for him. That made the little girl feel happy. Maybe the fact that she was actually enjoying the sex was giving her an edge. Thoughts of Mr. Joseph, and the fact that even his brutal treatment of her young cunny had made her cum, floated around inside her head. For once that realization didn't make her feel ashamed, though.

Maybe Daddy was preparing me, she thought. Maybe being with that mean man helped was a way for Daddy to teach me that I could enjoy all kinds of sex. Maybe he wanted me to realize I shouldn't be ashamed of that...

The round after that, though, went to Rachel. That man, a tall and dark Latino, plugged away at Alice for nearly 20 minutes. When he yelled "Switch!" Alice had known it was over. She'd felt him getting ready to cum, felt his cock pulsing, felt his hands on her undeveloped hips, gripping her. She'd ground herself back at him, hoping he would be unable to resist and would have to ask for her bowl. But then he pulled out, making her groan, and he yelled the word. Alice had no choice but to roll over and give Rachel her place.

Alice knew that the man just wanted to sample another little pussy. He'd been happy with her, she'd gotten him close. Too close, as it turned out. He only lasted about a minute inside of Rachel before asking for her bowl.

"We're all tied up, once again," Mr. Cliffords said, stating the obvious, after a teary eyed Alice caught all of the man's sperm in Rachel's lavender bowl. "It all comes down to the next and final member of my firm."

Alice led the twelfth nameless guy back to the door. She knew what she was going to see when it was opened. Slowly, the little girl turned the doorknob.

Her dad was there, naked like all the rest, wearing a blindfold of gauze.

Her daddy was number thirteen. The tiebreaker. 

**

Joy was about to start wrapping the gauze around Franklin's eyes. 

He was already naked and he and the 14-year-old girl were alone in the suite outside the bedroom where the competition was ongoing. The twelfth man, Rodriguez Gutierrez, was in that bedroom right now, fucking either his daughter or cute little Rachel. The rest of the men, after each finishing their part in the round, had been led by Joy to a door across the lavish suite that opened into another, equally lavish suite. There they were able to watch the competition on a live feed from hidden cameras in the room Franklin was staring at right now. The door to it, anyway, a door that must be very thick indeed since he couldn't hear a thing beyond it. He hadn't heard anything beyond it all night. As the main suite drained of his co-workers he'd hoped that might change. He'd been wrong.

"Please close your eyes, sir," the now meek and extremely submissive girl whispered in his ear. 

Joy hadn't always been so submissive. He remembered how talkative and self-confidant the cute little child had seemed four years earlier, the night of the first competition Franklin ever attended. On that night the young, 10-year-old Joy Weathers had lost in three rounds in this very competition against Selena Paulsen. That was the night Joy had become the firm's fourth sex slave. She would finally end that role tonight. She would finally be free, in a way. 

Her successor was beyond the door Franklin was still staring at.

Joy, an awkward teen now but still very beautiful, was standing in front of him. Her short dark hair and wide, doe-like eyes pleaded with him. He grinned and remembered all the times he'd fucked her before, especially the first time. She'd been his first little girl and it had been amazing. The experience had convinced him he would enter at least one of his daughters in this competition someday. He recalled the time she'd helped him "train" Alice, too, on her ninth birthday. That had been loads of fun. It had prepared his little girl for tonight and had sealed both his fate and hers. 

He was going to miss Joy. After tonight, he would never see her again.

He glanced down her lithe and lightly tanned body to the circle burned in above her belly button. The letters "FS4" were part of a scar that would be with her the rest of her life. In a few hours she would be half a world away but that scar would always be with her, reminding her of what she had been. Would Alice share the same fate? 

Out of instinct he reached out and gripped Joy's firm, c-cup breasts. They were pert and firm and impossibly perfect. She didn't resist his touch even when he squeezed them hard. Joy had learned well. She just stood there, eyes downcast, and waited with the roll of gauze in her left hand.

"Are you going to miss it?" he asked, feeling his cock harden.

The girl was quiet for a moment. He squeezed her breasts harder, and she squeaked. She said, "Sir?"

"Are you going to miss being the firm's slave?"

"I... I will be a good slave for my new... master, sir," she said, obediently. 

He laughed. Maybe he'd had too much scotch. He gripped her by her long neck and said, "Do you ever think about your daddy? You know he still handles bullshit DUI's and fucking nothing cases for the firm?" When she didn't answer he squeezed her neck harder and said, "Do you miss your mommy at least? Or wonder where she thought you went? Huh?"

She still didn't answer. Squeezing her throat was getting his cock more rigid than he could remember. He continued, "You know you have a little sister? She's three now and being groomed to do what you couldn't. Did you know all that?"

Her face was turning red and the slightly intoxicated man realized he'd gone too far. He let go of her throat and watched as tears slipped down her pretty face as she gulped in air. He felt a moment of shame. Then he realized she hadn't fought him at all. She hadn't struggled in any way even as he'd strangled her. She really had been trained well to be submissive.

"I... have... one... daddy," the girl breathed through deep, heavy breaths. "He's... my master... he's in that room. I never had a mommy! I don't have any sisters..."

She looked scared and confused. Franklin realized that she really had become that brainwashed over the years. She saw Samuel Cliffords as her dad, now, and had no memories of her mom. It made him feel sick to realize the memory of a father and family could be so easily erased from a young child's brain through various uses of torture. Four or five years from now it might be Alice who couldn't remember him, or her mom, or her own little sister, already seven. 

That made him angry.

"Well, go on!" he snapped at Joy, making the teen-girl flinch. "Blindfold me already."

"Yes, sir," Joy Weathers said. 

With trembling hands she did her job. A few moments later Franklin Garring was completely blind. Joy played with his cock after that, making sure it stayed hard, for about five minutes. When the door to the room opened the next hand he felt on his hard cock was one of the competitors. It was either his daughter or Steven's daughter touching him. He knew they could not talk but he listened close just the same. 

Franklin heard nothing. He was being urged forward into the room but he had no idea who was leading him. It was either Alice or Rachel, of course, but he had absolutely no idea which. He also had no idea whether or not it mattered. For all he knew, Alice had already won or lost and his participation was just going through the motions.

He sighed at the girl's delicate touch and realized it didn't matter at all. It was in God's hands, now.

**

Alice placed her daddy's cock against the folds of Rachel's tight little sex. It was very slick, still, Alice noticed, and the smell of the lubricant Mr. Cliffords had provided was pungent in the air. The mean girl had made sure she'd be wet and ready for Alice's dad. The large head of his cock slid into the little girl's pussy easily.

This made Alice angry and nervous. Earlier her dad had said that Rachel was "drier than the Mohave desert". She wasn't right now, though. Would he mistake the blond bitch's pussy for hers? She nearly wanted to cry.

It got worse when he slid his thing all the way inside her. For once Rachel didn't remain motionless. She groaned into her gag and bucked her little body against him. 

Whore! Alice thought as she watched her pretend to enjoy the fucking. It was all pretend. Rachel had figured out that the reason Alice had been doing so well was because she really did enjoy the sex. Rachel's eyes betrayed the truth, but her daddy couldn't see her eyes.

She wanted to groan or cry out or even attack Rachel, but if she did that she'd be immediately disqualified. As painful as it was to watch, Alice could do nothing but keep silent and look on as her dad gripped her competitor's waist and thrust himself all the way inside her tiny box. The expression on his face was one of pure joy. After ten minutes of him fucking the blond, Alice became convinced that he thought she was her. 

"Just for a min... minute," he said, balls deep inside the other girl, "sw... switch!"

Alice eagerly hopped onto the mattress as Rachel obediently rolled away. When he pressed himself inside her small body she felt so complete she nearly came right then and there. She wanted to touch him or tell him that he was home. But he only thrust himself into her three or four times before saying the same word again: "Switch!". 

For another thirty minutes Alice sulked as she watched her daddy fuck her competitor. For some reason he was enjoying Rachel's pussy more than hers. For some reason he thought that Rachel's cunt was hers. Either that, or he really didn't love her, just as Rachel had claimed. Why else would he give Rachel so much attention, and none to her? She wanted to cry but felt too dazed and resigned to do so. Instead she just watched as her daddy's large cock fucked in and out of the tiny blond over and over again.

"Switch."

Rachel rolled away and Alice took her place. The red-headed girl expected another quick few thrusts, just like the last time, but instead he just went all the way up inside her, making the girl's toes curl and her teeth dig into her ball-gag as she nearly came. She felt his hairy balls resting against her smooth buttocks and she sighed and bucked up against him. Her daddy gripped her waist with his hands and held himself there. Her sore young cunt gripped his member, squeezed it, and she curled her toes again, the pain of the penetration into her small body outweighed by the savage lust in her heart. 

An orgasm was approaching and she wanted it more than anything. She gasped into her ball-gag and felt her nipples nearly explode. Alice forgot about everything just then, everything about the competition, everything about all the questions about her daddy's love, about everything about everything except this, her daddy's manhood up inside her, pushing her insides apart, making her want it more.

"Give me your bowl," he hissed.

Alice blinked for a second. She gasped into her ball-gag. The 10-year-old reached over and found her bowl and she gave it to him. The orgasm came over her young body shortly after that. It was a mix of pure sexual pleasure and a deep, heartfelt love of her dad. He had chosen her, in the end. He was cumming for her. 

Alice's orgasm continued to ripple throughout her body even after her daddy pulled himself out of her. She watched Rachel, with a look of stunned horror on her face, hold the pink bowl in front of his cock as he jerked it a few times before sending massive globs of his semen inside where it mixed with six other deposits from six other men. His would make seven. Seven out of thirteen. 

Alice finished cumming with a numbed feeling of pride. She had won the competition.

**

"The girl you chose is now the winner, Garring," Samuel Cliffords said. "You were the tiebreaker."

Franklin was still catching his breath as the gauze wrapped around his eyes was slowly removed by delicate, practiced hands. Samuel Cliffords had called Joy into the room right after he finished ejaculating into the bowl he could not see. His boss's words didn't worry him, though, because he knew it was Alice's bowl, his daughter's bowl. He was so certain of it that before Joy even finished unwrapping the gauze he said, "Alice, oh sweet Alice... I love you, honey. You did good. So, so good."

His certainty was vindicated when he could finally see again. Beneath him, in the same position he'd just finished fucking her in, lay his daughter. His limp cock was resting on her red and swollen little cunt, glistening with her own natural juices. Despite the ball gag in her mouth Franklin didn't think he'd ever seen her look so beautiful before. He could tell from the look in her bright blue eyes that she was as happy as he was.

"How, exactly did you know it was her, Garring?" Samuel Cliffords asked in a friendly tone of voice. The old man was removing the ball gag from  a stunned and upset looking Rachel Townsend. 

"Well, sir," he said, finally letting go of his daughter's bony waist and standing up, "I just..."

"They CHEATED!" Rachel screamed. Her high pitched, frantic voice pierced Franklin's ears and he winced. She continued, "He knew it was her, he just said! That means I won!"

"Shh, child," Cliffords soothed the girl. He was holding her in a gentle but firm way from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. "He didn't break any rules. There was no cheating that I observed."

"But, but, he just... it's not fair! He knew!" the blond girl sobbed.

"I knew," Franklin snapped, "because your cunt was colder than ice. How much of that lubricant shit did you use, anyway? My little girl's pussy was warm because even when she doesn't like the sex her pussy is never dead like yours."

"Now, now," Mr. Cliffords scolded him with a grin on his face. "There's no need to insult the little slut. Why don't you grab those handcuffs over there and help me get her ready, Partner?"

Franklin's heart swelled with pride. Partner! It was real, it was all real. He was now officially a full partner in one of the most prestigious law firms in the country. His future was set. 

He was still smiling ear to ear as he placed the handcuffs on Rachel's slender wrists. She was struggling against Mr. Clifford's hold, screaming about unfairness and sobbing uncontrollably. Franklin barely heard her. None of her whining mattered. Franklin knew that she had no choice in what was going to happen next. From the moment the second cuff snapped into place her life ceased to be her own. He glanced over at Alice and saw that Joy was removing her ball gag. Did she understand the severity of what she had just escaped?

She would before the night was over, Franklin realized. At the moment, though, the loving father didn't want to think about any of that. All he wanted to think about was the fact that the future of his family was secure, now, for all time. He was a full partner. His income was about to double, at least, and probably more besides. It was all thanks to Alice, his amazing little girl.

Feeling a swelling of affection for his beautiful little red-headed daughter, Franklin walked over to her and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"I love you, honey," he whispered.

Her small body quaked in his arms and he realized she was crying. "What's wrong?" he asked, voice full of concern.

Though tears leaked down her cheeks when she looked up at him, the pretty child was smiling. "I just... I love you, too, Daddy!"

He embraced her again and he held her tight. He never wanted to let her go.

**End of Part Five**