Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(21)
He heard Singleton start to unbuckle his belt, wondered what the man’s face looked like right now.
“No!” The word burst out of Karen’s mouth like a curse.
“Good,” Green commented. “Because although we can certainly call them by the same name, this isn’t going to be what most girls think of as a blowjob. I’m going to fuck your face, and you’re going to take it, and then swallow what I give you. You’re going to keep your hands at your sides or, if you need to steady yourself, around my knees. Now look down.”
He bent her head so that his long, hard cock hovered half an inch from her lips.
“This is my cock, Karen. It’s one of ten that you’re going to get to know very intimately over the next few weeks, and then you’re going to serve for the next three years as you work off your debt. You don’t have to tell me how much you like it. I already know. Now open that pretty mouth. I’ll be as gentle as I can since it’s your first time, but Mr. Singleton is going to whip that bottom of yours as long as he needs to if you don’t feel like having your face fucked yet.”
He looked at the expression in her eyes as she did as he had commanded, inspecting his seven inches as he gently pumped it, loving the feeling of dominance it gave to force her this way. The conflict in her heart, between mind and cunt, raged there. For her good and his pleasure, he pressed the matter.
“Griff, whip that ass, please.”
Singleton’s belt whispered out of its loops, and he came back into Green’s field of vision, doubling it and wrapping it around his fist.
“No, please!” Karen said. “I’ll…”
“Go ahead, Griff. Three lashes.”
“Oh, God… please…” Green held her head firmly, watching Singleton step past and swiftly bring the belt down, his face unreadable.
Karen screamed as each of the three strokes made a new, curling red line across her bottom where the bruises from the prison paddle had begun to fade.
“Yes,” Green said. “Yes, you will. Open your mouth.”
She did, and he thrust his cock inside, looking for the back of her throat, intent on violating his promise to be gentle. She needed to know what it meant to have her face fucked and Singleton needed to see. He held her head and made his lap her entire world, reveling in the velvet recesses to be found between her lips, over her tongue, in the soft depths beyond.
“Good girl,” he said. “That’s very nice. Very nice.”
Chapter Eleven
After they made her crawl into the cage and latched the door, then turned out the light, Karen curled up on her side in the confined space and tried to calm herself. The last few minutes blurred together in her mind so completely that for a while she could only taste the strange, salty flavor of her owners’ semen, feel the ache in her jaw, the pain in her bottom, the burning in her mouth.
Then, gradually, the sensations sorted themselves into memories: the time from the moment she had watched Mr. Green’s hand start to unbuckle his belt to the moment, what seemed to her an unmeasurable time later, when Mr. Singleton had cried out as his seed spurted out into her mouth, articulated itself in her mind.
As she remembered, though, the sensations that had seemed blessedly meaningless took on the significance Karen wanted so very badly to avoid. The part of her they had neglected utterly, despite preparing it so thoroughly for their use and the use of others, burned so hot, had gotten so wet, that she couldn’t help pressing her hand there, cupping her newly bare pussy gently as much to defend it as to soothe it.
They had used her mouth, one after the other, thrusting, holding, enjoying her with their rigid penises. She had never kissed a man’s cock, had never even had her face near one, and yet Mr. Green had made her look at his hardness, had made her open her mouth, had filled her up with his mastering phallus. He had held her head in place and moved in and out, Karen’s nose in his wiry black pubic hair, until with a grunt of pleasure he had climaxed inside her, his seed coming in a torrent she, Karen Hunter, had to swallow or else be punished.
Mr. Singleton had stepped forward as Mr. Green withdrew his penis, still holding her head.
Mr. Green had said, “Take this,” and Mr. Singleton had put his left hand in her hair, and Karen had seen that he, too, had his cock out. Dazed, she had looked up, but Mr. Green had said, “Eyes down and mouth open, Karen.”
Why had she obeyed, then? Why had her jaw dropped so that Mr. Singleton could take the other man’s place and demonstrate what she had already known, that he meant to use her just as forcefully as Mr. Green had?
At least Mr. Singleton hadn’t taken as long inside her mouth, though his longer, slower thrusts made it more of an ordeal. Karen had held her hands down at her sides as Mr. Green enjoyed her. With Mr. Singleton, she had to bring them up and cling to his knees so that she wouldn’t fall when he pulled his cock out so that only the fluted head remained inside her lips, then pushed in all the way to the back of her throat.
He too, had said, “Good girl,” and now in the cage that seemed to her the worst part of all, because the humiliating phrase made her move the hand that held her pussy, made her rub with the fingers. She had never, ever done that before: she had indeed never masturbated, as Mr. Green had made her truthfully confess. Now she couldn’t help it, though the way the memory of having her face fucked somehow creating the necessity of self-pleasure shamed her just as much as knowing that she had allowed her mouth to be used as a receptacle for her owners’ thrusting cocks.