Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(26)

Then she heard the crack of the strap across both her bottom-cheeks, and she felt the searing pain of the lash, and she started to scream and to struggle against the many hands that held her down. Her arousal departed instantly: Mr. Green whipped her hard and fast, visiting the bottom held firmly in place for whipping, then her upper thighs, then the place between them, the tender spot where he made sure her pussy did feel the sting of the strap as he lashed her there over and over.

The rebellion of her body against her will extended now to her voice, so terrible was the agony in the poor bottom that tried to buck and squirm over the table, but was held fast by Joe’s hands at her waist and right knee, by Pete’s hands at her shoulders and head.

“Please, no more! Please, I’ll be good!”

Once in the franticness of her need to escape the burning torment Karen managed to twist free a little, and turned on her side. Mr. Green said calmly, “Get her back in place. Karen, you’ll get extra for trying to get out of what your ass has coming.”

They held her more securely after that, and Karen felt herself go limp in their grasp, her screams fading to sobs, though to her mortification she couldn’t keep her bottom-cheeks from desperate motions of their own.

“Look at that little bottom squirm,” said one of the men who stood on Karen’s right side. “I can’t wait to be inside her there.”

“The cunt looks nice, too,” said another. “Singleton, you did us an enormous favor, even if it cost me an upgrade to my yacht.”

Mr. Green stopped whipping her. “You’ll have a good look at your backside in the mirror before bed every night and when you get up in the morning, Karen,” he said. “I hope it helps you understand that obedience is your best choice. Disobedience doesn’t get you anything except a very sore bottom, and I don’t just mean your butt-cheeks and your thighs, as you’re about to find out. Gentlemen, I think it’s time to plug that ass, to get it ready for fucking. Mr. Singleton, could you bring the biggest plug from the cabinet, and a bottle of lube?”

“With pleasure,” she heard Mr. Singleton’s voice say.

Mr. Green spoke again. “Mr. LeBlanc, could you attend to the cunt for a moment? It’s almost time to put our cocks in there, and I believe it may be the best punishment of all for this girl to teach her how much she needs what we have for her. You gentlemen holding her down, keep a firm grip. She may get a little wild.”

Another hand touched her punished bottom, rubbed gently, and Karen couldn’t stifle the whining moan that burst from her chest. She felt herself becoming wild, just as Mr. Green had said, felt herself trying again to escape the hands holding her down. To her horror, though, as Mr. LeBlanc moved his soft touch inward, to rub her pussy up and down, caress her burning clit, the struggle seemed to intensify the arousal she felt there, as if her whole body somehow shared in it now through the muscles the four men restrained.

“There we go,” said a cultured voice from directly behind her and above her: Mr. LeBlanc. “There we go. I know it’s hard to take a whipping, but you can be our good girl now, can’t you?”

She sobbed into the table as she felt her pussy gush its wetness into his hand.

“That’s it. So nice and wet for us, aren’t you? Mr. Green, I think you could lubricate the plug with her sweet cunny’s juices if you’d like.”

Cunny. She’d never heard a pussy called that before. It seemed worse even than cunt—more degrading somehow. She whimpered at the sound. Mr. LeBlanc stepped away.

“Thanks,” said Mr. Green, “but this is easier to control.” Karen heard a snap, and then a squirt. Her face went hot.

“No, please…” she whispered. The men, who had been carrying on quiet, murmuring conversations just a few moments before, had suddenly all fallen silent as if at the sight of whatever Mr. Green held in his hand, so her whisper came clearly to her own ears and, she felt sure, to theirs, against the soft background noise of ice clinking in drink glasses.

“We did warn you not to disobey, sweetheart,” said Mr. Singleton. “We even put you in your cage last night to help you understand. Now it’s time to learn your lesson.”

She wanted to cry that she had already learned her lesson with the strap, but a remnant of her defiance, her hardness, kept her from giving in that way.

“Mr. Jefferson,” said Mr. Green, “would you hold the bottom open for me?”

“Glad to,” said a deep voice that made Karen think that Mr. Jefferson must be the black man she had noted among her owners. More hands, rougher than Mr. LeBlanc’s. Karen cried out as he spread her whipped buttocks, held them far apart.

“This will be difficult for you at first,” Mr. Green said. “Try to remember how you relaxed for the doctor yesterday.”

Karen whimpered at the memory, and then a hard, rounded thing pushed at the tight ring of her anus. The sensation made her tighten, despite Mr. Jefferson’s hands holding her bottom open, and that brought searing pain from the whipping that made her cry out.

“You have to open, Karen,” Mr. Green said in a harsh voice that seemed to make her whole body quiver. “This plug is going in your anus one way or another.”

He pushed again, and with a sob Karen managed to move her muscles there in a terribly shameful way that let the plug in. But as Mr. Green pressed it inside her bottom it kept getting wider and wider, so that she shrieked and struggled.