Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(22)

Karen whimpered as her fingertips made a little circle around her bare, bare clit, then another, moved down to find her soaking, needy inner lips and rub the wetness all over. Her middle finger touched further down, and as if by accident, pressed on her tiny anus, and she cried out because they had told her they would fuck her there, too. All of them, in her poor little bottom, whenever they wanted.

She gave a sharp cry, rubbed her clit harder. She knew, to her shame, that she was about to have the first orgasm of her life. Half of her demanded that she stop, that she defy not only the men who had purchased her but her own body. The other half begged, yearned, pleaded that it would be too cruel if she couldn’t have just a little pleasure of her own.

They had said… in the warden’s study… they had said they would reward her… if she rewarded herself, wouldn’t that represent a kind of resistance?

The kind for which they might… might whip her, over the bench that loomed in the darkness nearby? Then, after the whipping, still over the bench, with her limbs bound in place, their cocks, plunging into her…

She moaned uncontrollably, so close, so far past any pleasure she had felt, ashamed and needy, wanting to get it over with. One more rub. One more. One…

Karen felt her hips jerk as the orgasm took hold. She cried out.

The light came on.

“Look at that,” said Mr. Green’s voice. “Our girl can’t wait for fucking, can she?”

“Of course not,” Mr. Singleton’s voice replied. “We’ll have to teach her to respect our rights, though, won’t we?”

Karen closed her eyes, unable to stop the ecstasy that exploded from her pussy through her body and for a moment at least unwilling to stop it, either. She would show them… show them…

What? She had no idea, and as the climax began to fade away the whole constellation of thought seemed to drift away, too, leaving her only with bitter shame. What could she have showed them but that they were right about her?

For long seconds she kept her eyes closed, wondering whether they would content themselves with having humiliated her so thoroughly simply by turning on the light and speaking a few words. She had time to grit her teeth, at least, and compose what she had quickly started to call her hard face.

“Look at me, Karen,” said Singleton’s voice.

She opened her eyes and gazed up at the man who now loomed over the cage, his face again assuming that ambiguous expression that seemed to play tricks on Karen’s mind.

“Take your hand away from your cunt. It belongs to us now. If you are caught playing with yourself again, you will be whipped. The men who own you will decide when you are to have fun down there, and when you are to have the opposite.”

Something in his tone made her brow furrow just a little, despite the hard face, as she obeyed, slowly, trying to look defiance back into his hazel eyes. She had the impression that if it mattered to him this much, that she not steal the pleasure from her body, she might find in Mr. Singleton something beyond the cruelty of Mr. Green.

But what will the others be like? her mind demanded, and the flash of heat at the thought of all of them, all ten of them, almost made her forehead crease further, before she returned her whole face to the stony impassivity she had already, she thought, started to get better at displaying.

“Yes, sir,” she said, trying to get the same neutrality into her voice and finding a little joy in the knowledge that she had managed it, for why else would Mr. Singleton frown that way.

“Alright,” he said. “It’s ten o’clock now. Pete will bring you some dinner in a little while. Your day off starts now.”

He opened the cage door.

“Tomorrow at ten you’ll be readied to meet your other owners. Then we’ll present you to all of them in the living room. After that you’ll come back here to your room, and we’ll come in one by one to fuck you.”

He turned to Mr. Green.

“I forgot to ask if you want Pete and Joe to have a turn tomorrow night.”

“Of course,” Mr. Green said as if the question were a rather silly one. “They’ll go last, but we certainly owe them a finder’s fee, don’t we?”



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Several times over the next twenty-four hours Karen wondered whether they would punish her for playing with herself on her day off. She didn’t wonder that because she had any actual desire to do it. Rather, as she contemplated the escape she intended to make, Karen tried to take account of all the resources she might have to distract her owners’, and their henchmen’s, attention.

She didn’t know why she had forgotten about Pete and Joe until the moment Mr. Green had told her of the meal. She decided she had probably repressed as much as she could about the memory of the morning, but when she saw short, dark Pete again it came rushing back.

The meal, to her paradoxical disgust, tasted delicious: Mr. Green must have a cook, or a caterer, for the lasagna was just about the best thing she’d had in a year and even the salad dressing seemed to burst with flavor in her mouth. It angered her all the more that talkative Pete brought it, full of cruel comments about how much ‘fun’ they would have the next night.

“You’ll be sloppy seconds—wait, I mean, sloppy elevenths—by then, girl, but I won’t mind. I’ll even let Joe go before me.”

Karen kept her hard face on, though. It seemed easier with this man, even though he had helped Joe paddle her in her cell and even though he had been the first to make her strip naked for evaluation as to her fuckability.