Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(30)
Now, waking with a mind full of the memory, Karen moved her hand down between her legs, the tenderness there so distracting that with a whimper she had to pull the hand away because the thought of what they had done began to get make her warm again there. Despite all the lingering evidence of their utter disregard for her comfort, let alone her pleasure, she wanted to play with herself to soothe away the pain.
Twelve of them had come to her room to fuck her mouth and then her anus. They had left her in the same posture into which Mr. Singleton had placed her. Some of them had rubbed her pussy while they used her mouth to get themselves ready for her bottom. Some of them had spanked her already soundly punished bottom instead. Some of them had done both and some of them had done neither.
Mr. Jefferson had asked Karen if she was sorry for her disobedience. By then she had entered a dazed state somewhere beyond her body, and she had not answered. He had said, “Alright, I’ll let my big cock make you sorry, honey. Next time I’ll put you over your bench.” Then he had fucked her ass, after reveling deep in her mouth for a very long time.
She heard a knock at the door, and then the sound of it being unlocked. Pete entered, dressed in his usual dark suit. Karen, whom they had left naked and without covers once they had finished using her, felt her face burn as she remembered Pete and Joe fucking her anus. They had come in together, and first taken turns in her mouth and pussy before finishing in her bottom one after the other.
“Good morning, party whore,” Pete said cheerfully. “It took a while, but you were very good last night.”
To her surprise, he didn’t torment her further but went to her desk and opened the laptop. For a few moments he absorbed himself in clicks and keystrokes, and then he said, “Time to get up, slut. I brought your schedule up here on the computer. You can take a look when you want.”
Karen frowned. “What am I supposed to wear?”
Pete came over to the bed very quickly. Reaching down, he seized her chin. “Call me sir, slut. I know I’m not one of these millionaires, but every man who uses you deserves your respect.”
Karen tried to grit her teeth, to put the stony expression on her face, but something about her nakedness, about being in bed, about the lingering nearness of sleep, above all about knowing that this henchman of Mr. Green had enjoyed her so brutally and so thoroughly now, made it impossible to do anything but give a little sob. “Yes, sir,” she mumbled.
“Alright.” He smiled, and she realized she had been looking him in the eye. She dropped her gaze. “That’s it, babe. Good girl.”
Oh, God. That stupid, tiny bit of tenderness, that good girl, had set her body off again. The hardness and the passive defiance came back, finally, and she gritted her teeth.
But to her horror Pete reached down casually to feel between her legs. She cried out, but his fingers came away and he held them up to her nose. “That’s what I thought. Look at me.”
Karen obeyed, tears coming to her eyes as she realized she couldn’t maintain the defiance. She saw a smirk that must mean he had news she would find hateful.
“You’re not supposed to wear anything, slut. I’ll see you in the kitchen for breakfast. You get to eat with Joe and me every day. I know how happy that will make you. I’ll leave the door unlocked so you can come out when you’re ready, but in ten minutes I’ll come back and you don’t want that. And remember you need permission to go to the bathroom.”
Karen felt her face crumple. “May I please go to the bathroom, sir?”
“No, slut. Not before you come out and ask me and Joe in the kitchen.”
As she watched, chagrined, he brought his fingers to his nose and gave a long sniff.
“It’s a sweet, tight cunt, Karen. The fun is only getting started.”
He turned and left. Karen closed her eyes and gave herself permission to dissolve into tears for a few moments, drawing her knees up and curling into a ball, rocking gently back and forth. But the pressure in her bladder began to build quickly. She got up, her eye attracted by the calendar on the laptop and despite the urgency of her need for the toilet she couldn’t help bending over the desk to look at it.
Each day of the month showed the name of one of her owners, or, on the four Sundays, the word Gangbang—except for the four Saturdays that had Day off. Today, Monday read Mr. Jovanovich.
*
Karen didn’t see anyone but Pete and Joe all day, and Pete left midmorning to go over—so he said—to Mr. Green’s office. She and Joe ate lunch together, but he left her to her own devices except that she had to ask him when she needed to pee. On those occasions, his eloquent eyes seemed even worse than Pete’s talkative mouth. Joe escorted her to the bathroom and watched her on the toilet, and though she felt grateful for the need to keep her eyes on his shiny black shoes, she could feel him watching, feel him remembering enjoying her body the night before and planning to enjoy her again on the next gangbang night.
The second time she had to go to the bathroom in front of him, it transpired that Joe couldn’t wait for next week—nor apparently did Mr. Green require him to do so. He broke his silence to tell her, after wiping herself, to go to the vanity and bend over the sink.
“Watch your face in the mirror while I fuck you,” he said simply.
He started by rubbing her sore bottom until she moaned, and he found her wet when he gave her pussy a perfunctory caress to assess her readiness for his cock. Then he stood behind her and dropped his pants.