Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(27)

“She’s got some lungs,” she heard Mr. Harris say in front of her, a chuckle in his voice.

The thing pressed harder, got wider, until Karen thought she would faint at the pain, but then suddenly it narrowed again, and her bottom closed over what must be the taper at the base of it. For a moment silence reigned in the living room except for Karen’s jerking sobs of discomfort to have her anus so terribly full.

Then Mr. Green said, “Put her on all fours on the table. We’ll fuck her now.”

The plug in her bottom made her cry out again as they lifted her, arranged her, pulled her panties up—to her surprise, though now she felt Mr. Green pulling the lace aside, over her right bottom-cheek, and she understood that they meant to enter her like that, leaving her panties on, arrogantly disrespecting what suddenly seemed like the natural order.

A girl’s underwear was meant to keep her protected. Her underwear came down for sex, but only when she decided the time had arrived. Now Karen’s owners would decide that for her.

She felt Mr. Green’s hand there, inside the lacy thong, finally finding out for himself just how wet this terrible scene had gotten her. He pressed gently on the anal plug, and Karen moaned.

“It’s time, sweetheart. It’s time to be a good girl for the men who bought you. Tell us what you need. Ask us to fuck you.”

“Oh, God,” Karen moaned. “Please… don’t…”

“Shh,” said Mr. Singleton, standing by her head, rubbing her back, slipping his right hand around to cup her little breast. “Let this happen. Let your body have what it needs. Be our good girl.”

Mr. Green’s hand moved so gently. She heard his belt being unbuckled, his pants dropping to the floor. She felt something firm just against the lips of her pussy, moving softly up and down, parting her petals just a little, but waiting to enter.

“You don’t want another whipping, do you, Karen?” Mr. Green asked, rubbing her right bottom-cheek to remind her of how badly she wanted to avoid that pain, that shame.

The need in her pussy burned like the kind of itch that won’t let you think about anything else until you’ve given in and scratched it. Karen closed her eyes and hung her head as her hips moved, pressed back, invited. But Mr. Green pulled his cock back, too, teasing her.

Karen whispered desperately, “Fuck me.”

He took hold of her hips and entered her in a rush, giving a low grunt of pleasure that seemed to increase her humiliation but also her helpless arousal. The feeling of the cock in her pussy and the toy in her bottom overwhelmed her, wrung a sob of ambiguous pleasure from her chest.

“Is she good?” asked Mr. Singleton, as Mr. Green held himself in deep, his lap pushing the awful plug in even further. “Is she as tight as she looks?”

“Oh, my God, yes,” Mr. Green answered, his voice sounding husky, as if the pleasure Karen’s tight pussy gave his cock had mastered him, if only slightly; had penetrated his terrible calm, his diffident reserve. “Won’t take me long to come in here. Go ahead and take turns watching under the table, gentlemen. Karen, you wet little slut, you’ll keep your eyes open if you know what’s good for you.”

He started to thrust in and out, slamming his hips into her whipped backside so hard that Karen cried out with every thrust.

Did she know what was good for her?

She opened her eyes and stared straight up into the lustful gaze of Mr. Harris, who had dropped his trousers and underpants and was pumping his thick cock only a few inches from her face.

“Look at this, party whore,” he said coldly. “It will be inside you soon.”

Karen dropped her head and saw that Mr. Ming had gotten onto his back and slid beneath the glass table to look up at the fucking of her pussy by Mr. Green’s cock. The shudder of humiliation that washed over her, the way it caused another gush of wetness around the hard penis that thrust inside her, made her ask again, Do I know what’s good for me?

Lydia would like this, wouldn’t she? Lydia the saleswoman, who had seen Karen’s paddled bottom and had held envy in her heart.

“Mr. Singleton, I think we should make her come on my cock. Rub the clit, please.”

She couldn’t see it happening behind her, but she felt his hand under there, making a circle with his fingertips, and she screamed, moving her hips shamelessly, terribly, her body demanding more of what her mind rejected, until she exploded into an orgasm like nothing she had ever imagined she could feel.





Chapter Fourteen


Green watched as Singleton took his turn in Karen’s cunt next. The blond man thrust nearly as hard as Green himself had, keeping a thumb on the base of the black butt plug to make sure the girl stayed aware that she was being punished. The girl cried out with every thrust, discomfort and desire mixing so thoroughly in her wordless voice that Green found his cock began to swell despite the extremely satisfying climax he had enjoyed in their party whore’s cunt. Green heartily approved of his co-investor’s conduct, especially since it seemed like Singleton’s mode of fucking reflected at least a lessening of his infatuation.

Ming, getting out from under the coffee table, asked, “Can we take turns in the mouth, too?”

“Wouldn’t you rather listen to her?” Harris asked, smiling.

Ming grinned back. “You have a point, Mr. Harris.”