Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(28)
Green noticed that Karen had closed her eyes again. He put his hand down under her chest and worked his fingers into the lacy bra cup to take hold of her tiny left nipple between thumb and forefinger. He squeezed it, gave a little twist so that she shrieked, her eyes opening and her face wild.
“I told you to keep watching, party whore,” Green said. “You must learn your place, and seeing your owners get their eyes’ fill of you taking the cock is an important part of who you are now.”
She sobbed at the words, and at his hold on her nipple, which, as the doctor had promised, was clearly extremely sensitive.
“Say, yes, sir, party whore,” Jefferson, standing on her right, said in a commanding tone. Green felt his lips twist into a smile: he had figured big, stern Jefferson for a disciplinarian, and apparently he had been correct.
Karen’s face turned to the tall, muscular owner of a vast construction company with fear in her eyes even as Singleton shook her body with powerful thrusts from behind. “Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
Jefferson put his hand under Karen’s torso and took hold of her right nipple. Karen wailed at the hard squeeze the black man had given the little cherry. “Not to me, girl,” he said. “To Mr. Green.”
At that moment Singleton gave a grunt and held himself in deep, his hips jerking into his orgasm. Karen moaned, closed her eyes, and then opened them immediately in obvious fear of punishment. She turned to Green and sobbed, “Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.”
Ming went next, with Jefferson watching under the table. Then Jefferson dropped his pants to reveal an enormous cock. Karen cried out in distress as it entered her tight little cunt, but Jefferson had no intention of making this fuck something other than disciplinary. He held her hips tightly and thrust hard, speaking to her in a low tone that made Green’s renewed erection come to full attention.
“There you go, party whore. You belong to us, now. You belong to me, and my cock, and the cocks of all these other men. Are you going to try to escape again? I don’t think so, party whore. Take the cock. Take it. Good girl. So nice and tight.”
Looking around, Green could see that all the investors found Jefferson’s manner as arousing as he did. He moved to Singleton, who stood now a little ways back from the rest of the men.
“Shame she had to be punished,” Singleton said, a half-smile revealing that he meant his words at least half sarcastically. “We can still have the visits tonight, don’t you think?”
“Oh, of course. As soon as Joe and Pete finish up in the cunt. We’ll let her take a shower, and then put her to bed. That’s when we’ll take the ass.”
*
Half an hour later, after all the men had taken turns watching Karen in the glass-lined shower enclosure, they escorted her to her bedroom. She looked at them with troubled eyes: Green and Singleton had not told her what would happen next. She wore a bathrobe now, with nothing under it.
“You get in bed, sweetheart,” Green said, enjoying the opportunity to let his casually affectionate manner reemerge. “Your masters will come tuck you in, and you’ll have some time to get to know us.”
The hard expression reappeared on her face, now, for the first time since Green had whipped her. Her upper lip curled a little, almost into what he would call a sneer. “Yes, sir,” she said in an impassive voice, and dropped the robe to the floor. She got into bed, turning on her side to look at the men who had crowded into her room. The space was large for a bedroom, but ten male bodies filled it wall to wall, especially with the spanking bench and the cage dominating its center.
Green had gone first in Karen’s cunt, so Singleton had clear title to the first visit to her bedroom. The investors sat sipping scotch in the living room for ten minutes. Green broke out the box of Cubanos he had earmarked for this precise occasion, and each investor puffed contentedly, their conversation the muted but companionable sort of dialogue that Green found always arose after men had shared a girl.
“Griff,” he said after the ten minutes he had marked precisely on the grandfather clock in the foyer, visible from the living room, “why don’t you go tuck our girl in?”
Singleton turned to him with a wolfish smile. “Good idea, Sam. Why don’t you knock in twenty minutes?”
“Perfect,” Green replied. “We’ll turn on the game in here.”
The game, a college football showdown, shaped up in its first quarter as a blowout, so none of the men paid it so much attention that they missed the faint sound of Karen crying out as Singleton tucked her in and got to know her better.
The twenty minutes seemed to pass very slowly, but at last the hands on the clock read 10:37, and Green said to the others, “I guess it’s my turn,” to appreciative chuckles. “After that, let’s see, Jovanovich, LeBlanc, Harris, Ming…”
Vern Wilkes spoke up. “Sam, I’ve got a hard stop at midnight. Could I go a little earlier?”
“Sure,” Green said. “Why don’t you go right after I’m done? That alright with everyone?”
Nods went around the living room.
*
Green knocked on Karen’s door and opened it without waiting to hear a welcoming voice from the other side. Inside, the room was illuminated by the light from the nightlight he had chosen and positioned specifically so that when visiting Karen for a nighttime fuck, they would be able to see what they were doing without having to turn all the lights on.