Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(10)
At the same moment, she heard Mr. Singleton come up on her other side, very close, and she turned her head wildly so that the webbing strap around her neck chafed her there and made her feel again into how terrible a posture they had secured her, bound at knees, waist, wrists, and neck on the exam chair, spread open for their inspection and their lewd caresses.
“I’m going to wash my hands right after Mr. Green does, Karen,” he said in her ear, in a soft voice that had the more menace in it because he kept it low. “Where do you think I’ll put those hands, after I get them nice and clean and ready to finger a naughty girl?”
Oh, no. Please.
She tried to keep her voice steady, but just as it had a moment before when she questioned the doctor, the notion of pushing back—even to the point of punishment—seemed to make things better, inside her, if only a very little bit.
“I don’t know, Mister Singleton,” she said, looking him straight in his hazel eyes. “And I don’t care.”
To Karen’s chagrin, that made him chuckle. “Oh, I think you’re going to care, Karen. That’s why you’re such a special girl. I can already tell. You can’t help caring.”
Mr. Green had finished at the sink. He went straight to the other side of Sylvia’s exam chair, across from the doctor.
“How are those tits, Doctor?” he asked. He added, “Sylvia, I’m one of those men who likes big boobs like yours.”
“Feel for yourself,” the doctor replied. “I’m done—breasts are in working order.”
Sylvia whimpered as the sound of Mr. Singleton washing his hands ate at Karen’s ability to think clearly. When he had done that, she had no doubt, he would fulfill his promise: he was going to… to finger her.
She remembered sex with her boyfriend Chad: the uncomfortable fingering, the begging on his part, the yielding. The pain hadn’t been so bad, but the sex, with him laboring atop her, hadn’t felt anything like what she had supposed it would. More fingering, with Chad apparently unaware of how to make it feel good for her, or perhaps everyone had just lied to her about it feeling good. More sex, four times—Karen thought—in all, none of them any better than the first.
At least, she thought, fingering won’t be as bad as the way Joe and Pete inspected me in the cell, or even the pelvic exam I’m about to get. Uncomfortable, but not… not the stuff that makes my body respond like I don’t know who I am.
But when Mr. Singleton came to stand between her thighs, and laid his hand on her bare pussy, looking into her eyes as she stared fearfully back at him, she realized she had gotten it wrong. He moved his hand a little further down and used two fingers on her clit, lowering his eyes as he did so that she knew he wanted to see what he was doing down there. Karen couldn’t suppress the moan that came from her chest, and couldn’t help closing her eyes though she had resolved to keep them open so that she could beam back her resentment whenever Mr. Singleton deigned to look at her face.
Next to her she heard the doctor announcing the results of Sylvia’s pelvic exam. “The vagina is healthy. Looks like she’s had a bit of coitus, but not too much. I’ll go ahead and stimulate the clitoris now, to check her sexual responsiveness, unless you’d like to do that.”
“I’ll watch from up here,” Mr. Green said, chuckling. “I’d like to see how a medical man does it.”
Mr. Singleton had turned his hand and now he used his upturned fingers to gather the wetness that Karen felt seeping from her own vagina, rubbing it into her secret lips so that he could get the fingers inside her pussy. She cried out.
“I’ve got this one going pretty well without my MD,” Mr. Singleton said with a laugh.
“Oh, but she’s easy,” replied Mr. Green. “Don’t let her come, whatever you do.”
Karen kept her eyes tightly shut. A sob welled up, half of anger and half of pleasure. Her hips bucked despite the strap around her waist, helplessly begging for more of the sensation Mr. Singleton skillfully gave her as he taught her that fingering could be just as bad as all the other things that made a part of this ordeal.
Abruptly the hands left her, and her eyes flew open to see Mr. Singleton walking away, toward Grace. On Karen’s other side, the doctor continued his work. Sylvia moaned.
“Sexual responsiveness is just fine,” the doctor said. “I’ll check the rectum and the anus, now. While I’m on the topic, I assume the girl you choose will be having a good deal of anal intercourse. You’ll want to keep her anus clean and practice good hygiene.”
He clearly accompanied these words with the intrusion of the lubricated speculum into Sylvia’s bottom, because she gave a little cry, and then a whimper.
Mr. Singleton stood by Grace’s head, holding his fingers—the ones that had just been inside Karen—to the lovely brunette’s nose.
“That’s right,” he said, saying it directly to the girl whose eyes he held, “lots of anal. And she’ll have to get acquainted with other girls’ cunts, too. Open your mouth, Grace. Taste how wet it gets little Karen to have her cunt fingered.”
Grace’s eyes flickered over to Karen, and Karen thought she could almost read an apology in the dark pupils as Grace opened her mouth and suckled. Karen didn’t understand how the girl could give in that way, but part of her wished she had the secret. Had they paddled all the resistance out of Grace? Would they do the same to Karen?