Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(25)
“No! You can’t! You fucking assholes!” She looked around wildly as they dragged her toward the table. She saw only smiles on the faces of the men who had paid a good deal of money for exactly the sort of thing they would now witness.
“Maybe you should have thought about what might happen if you defaulted on your loan,” Harris suggested.
“You’re only getting what’s coming to you, for trying to run away,” Ming said.
Each comment drew a chuckle from the other men.
“Please!” Karen said. “Please… I’ll…” But it appeared she couldn’t even finish voicing her acquiescence, because with tears in her eyes she said in her hard voice, “You fucking assholes.”
“Stop a moment,” Green, who stood next to the table now, said. Joe and Pete had her at the edge of the table and had been about to bend her over it.
Karen looked at him wildly.
“Karen, sweetheart,” Green said, putting his hand out to cup her chin, “yours is the only asshole that’s going to get fucked tonight, so you should use the singular: asshole, not assholes. But, yes, we’re going to do some very pleasant fucking there.” His next words were addressed to Pete and Joe, but he still spoke them straight to Karen. “Hold her down for her whipping.”
“Oh, my God, fuck you,” Karen spat back at him, but even as the words left her mouth Pete and Joe were making her kneel, making her lie over the table. Joe, on the opposite side of the table from Green, pressed the girl’s waist into the glass surface of the tabletop. Pete came around to Green’s side to hold her shoulders down.
“Mr. Harris and Mr. Ming, would you hold her hands, please?” Green asked. “We don’t want her interfering in any way. Mr. Jovanovich, would you please do this naughty girl the honor of pulling down her panties?”
The rest of the men watched as the three lucky chosen stepped forward. Karen sobbed into the hard glass.
“Poor Karen,” Singleton said, seeing the need and the opportunity to reestablish some share in controlling the scene, “we were going to have you ride a dildo here on the table, while we took turns watching from underneath.”
“Oh, we’ll still do that,” Green said. “She’s just going to have a whipped bottom and a nice big plug in her while she does it, now. And the dildo is going to be a real cock.”
Karen tried to raise her head, but Pete put his left hand atop it almost casually, turning her cheek to the glass and holding her in place.
Green continued in a matter-of-fact tone, “That will be after we all fuck you right here, following your punishment. You’ve lost the right to a nice quiet time getting to know each of your owners. You’re our little party whore now.”
Karen gasped. “No!” she said, but it seemed she didn’t even have an insult to deliver.
Singleton said, certain of his knowledge concerning their girl, “Mr. Jovanovich, would you feel that cunt and tell us whether she’s wet?”
“Oh, God,” Karen sobbed. “Please… don’t…”
But of course Ernie Jovanovich didn’t lose the opportunity: he put his hand down and gripped the girl’s cunt firmly, probed for a moment.
“Don’t!” Karen wailed, all her attempts to remain defiant seeming suddenly to flee.
“Fucking Niagara Falls,” Jovanovich confirmed.
Chapter Thirteen
It could never have worked, Karen kept saying to herself, as if the thought might bring some consolation. That plan would never have worked, and no other plan would ever work. With all these men here, on top of a skyscraper, you aren’t going to get away tonight.
Couldn’t she just turn her whole body to stone, then? Let them do whatever they wanted, and fly away to some happy place and wait until a time came when she could run away? Or even until her debt was paid, years from now?
But the hand on her pussy and the voice of its owner announced to all of them that Karen Hunter couldn’t do that, because apparently her body didn’t understand that Karen wanted to fly away.
“That won’t last very long,” Green said. “It’s time to whip our little whore. Karen, while I punish you, I want you to remember that this could have gone very differently. I’m going to do my best to keep this from happening again, by teaching you a lesson you won’t forget for a few days at least. Spread those knees a little more for me, Mr. Jovanovich. I want her naughty cunt to feel some of this.”
Karen sobbed as the man tugged her panties down to her knees, then put his hands between her thighs to pull her knees apart so that the fabric stretched to its utmost, digging into the flesh of her legs.
“That’s it,” Mr. Green said. “She could be having fun with that little pussy right now, but she decided she needed to be a naughty girl. Well, Karen, it’s time to learn what happens to naughty girls.”
The hands of the four men who held her firmly in place—Joe at her right side, Pete at her left, and Mr. Harris and Mr. Ming in front of her—all tightened their grips. A part of Karen’s mind told her that it must mean Mr. Green had raised the terrible black strap she had seen in his hand. She couldn’t help crying out in fear, even as her insane, traitorous body felt another awful rush of heat between her thighs, in the bare pussy from which they had stripped even the nearly useless covering of the lacy panties.