Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(13)
“I. Will. Not. Accept. Disobedience.” He spoke calmly but very sternly. Karen for her part screamed in pain, and when the warden stepped away again Grace and Sylvia quickly assumed the required position.
“Knees wider, Sylvia,” the warden said. “Bottom higher, Grace.” Then, “There, gentlemen. It’s time to make your choice.” He came to sit next to his guests in the third easy chair.
Green found himself swallowing hard at the sight of the three lovely, widespread backsides in front of him. The slight weakness of that involuntary action of his throat amused him, and he felt his mouth crook into a smile. He didn’t have any doubt as to which girl they should choose, but he did want to draw it out a little.
“Go ahead and get a closer look,” the warden said encouragingly. “Touch those smooth pussies. You paid for the waxing after all, and we’ll put lotion on them before we send one home with you and the others to their cells.”
Singleton rose, and Green joined him. The blond man went to Sylvia, while Green went to Grace. A glance shared between them seemed to assure both men that they had chosen the outer girls because their selection had already been made: Karen Hunter was the girl whom they would present to their eight co-investors in the little clubhouse they had already set aside in Green’s enormous penthouse apartment.
“Let’s make these girls come, eh, Singleton?” he asked his friend.
“Definitely,” the hazel-eyed man replied. “Warden, do you have any dildos?”
“Of course, of course,” the warden replied from behind them. “Captain, would you fetch the toy box for these gentlemen?”
With matching purple dildos, Green and Singleton worked the wet cunts of the girls they would send back to their cells. The girls cried out in submission as they were made to ride the plastic cocks, with experienced hands on their clits to make them come the faster.
As Grace whimpered out her orgasm, Green said to the girl in the middle, “Karen, sweetheart, are you jealous? Don’t be. I’m going to make you come more times than you can imagine, no matter how much you hate it.”
Chapter Seven
They gave Karen back the clothes in which she had come to the detention facility: jeans and a flannel shirt, simple blue nylon bra and panties. Mr. Green said, “We’ll take you shopping first, to get you some suitable clothes.”
Suitable for what? Karen felt desperate to ask, but she bit back the question, not wanting to show she had any interest in knowing anything about what would befall her. She knew enough—more than enough—already.
Her pussy felt strange in the panties, last worn when she had her adult thatch down there. Mr. Singleton had spread aloe vera lotion between her thighs and her bottom-cheeks before they left the CDF, but it still stung a little, and the lotion itself made her feel… unfamiliar. Like she didn’t own herself anymore. Like her pussy belonged to them.
Which is precisely how they want you to feel, she thought bitterly. That thought made her body start to betray her yet again: her nipples stiffened into the really unnecessary little bra and the warmth gathered between her legs, and she nearly cried with anger at the unwelcome arousal.
In the limousine, she tried to focus on the cruel way Mr. Green and Mr. Singleton sat across from her, silently regarding her like a piece of property—the piece of property into which they themselves had made her when they had chosen her to… Karen still could hardly get her mind around it. To purchase. There might be some fancy language in the contract she had signed for the car loan that said she had really become a kind of indentured servant, rather than a possession, but that didn’t change the reality as Karen felt it: these men owned her now.
They owned her body, most of all, and they meant to dress that body according to their preference. They brought her to the fanciest department store in the city, and they turned her over to a saleswoman.
Mr. Green said to the pretty thirtysomething saleswoman, “We just bought this girl from corporate prison. She’s going to be our sexual plaything, and that of eight other men.”
Karen gasped, and tears came again to her eyes, as down below, horribly, the now-familiar response began again. How could he? How could they? She wished her mind would stop trying to figure that particular problem out: they did. They wanted her for whipping and spanking and fucking, and they would have their way.
She had been looking down at the carpet of the couture department of the famous department store, but now she had to risk a glance up at the saleswoman’s face. Her eyes had gone very wide, and her cheeks very red. Had she known that wealthy men could buy a young woman that way?
“I…” she said, clearly at a loss.
“We’d like her dressed very elegantly,” said Mr. Singleton. “We’ll take her out from time to time, and as you can see, although she needs firm discipline on a regular basis, she’s a lovely girl who deserves to have lovely things to wear. We’ll be buying three of these designer dresses, and several sets of your finest lingerie.”
The saleswoman swallowed visibly at this news. Karen didn’t feel completely sure, but she thought she saw the woman’s knees wobble a little. Oh, no, she suddenly thought. Is this… turning her on?
The thought made Karen’s own difficulty much worse, for now she remembered what Mr. Singleton had said about getting acquainted with other girls. And… now the saleswoman’s face took on a sort of shy smile. Oh, no. Karen found that she had to drop her own eyes again, to the woman’s green flats.