Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(4)
For a few more seconds Joe rubbed her punished bottom-cheeks. Then, abruptly, Pete spoke again.
“Joe, go ahead and see if the cunt is wet. If it is, we’ll just strip her and take a look, and put her on the list.”
Green smiled. Pete and Joe had played this scene in his presence several times over the past three years, since Green’s ascendancy at TruMark had made it possible to pursue his private interests with the help of special assistants. Girls who showed an interest in getting to know the tycoon who had made such a killing at age thirty found themselves visited by the two assistants. Pete and Joe were always polite at first but, once the girl had signed a waiver drawn up by a lawyer just as depraved as Green himself, the henchmen became very demanding. They brought the girl to Green, usually in his office, and made her take her clothes off, with the help of their belts if necessary. Usually dismissed, then, they listened in their office next door as Green enjoyed himself.
Very few girls were interested in a second date, even if Green thought he might want to fuck them again, which he rarely did. The variety was nice, but the cost in time very distracting. When Griff Singleton had suggested they go in together on a girl from a CDF, Green had been instantly intrigued. Singleton, Green knew, regularly visited CDF 5 to fuck the girls in detention, a pricey prospect if one did it too often, at ten thousand dollars for half an hour. With ten investors they would each have at least two nights a month with the girl, and they could gangbang her sometimes, too—and still give her one day off a week as the law required.
“I’m tired,” Singleton had said, “of the warden saving the best girls for the private buyers. And the ones you do get to fuck, that you like, eventually get sold, too.”
Green had seen the logic. Nor had it been difficult to find eight other investors, five of whom Green or Singleton already knew very well; the three others were well known to a close friend of one of them. Now they, too, Green supposed, were watching the video feed from Karen Hunter’s cell, which the warden had comped to them based on their interest in a private sale.
On his screen Green watched Joe’s hand making its leisurely way between Karen’s thighs, fingertips rubbing a little up and down her blonde-furred outer labia, parting them to find the pink inner secrets, then pushing casually into her vagina.
Karen sobbed, “Please, don’t. Please, no.”
But even on the video feed definite sheen showed that Pete had been right to suspect that they had a girl on their hands who needed exactly what Green’s and Singleton’s investors wanted to give her. She needed paddling, and she needed fucking. She might very well not enjoy needing it the way she did, but Green knew from experience that would make her come all the harder.
“What do you think, Joe?” Pete asked. He gave a little sniff. “God, I can smell that little cunt from here. How wet is she down there?”
“Wet as Niagara Falls, my friend,” Joe confirmed. Karen gave another little sob. “She needs a cock in here so bad I feel like dropping my pants and doing her myself.”
“No!” Karen cried, turning her face to the side, trying to free her mouth from the blanket to make herself more audible.
“You’d have to pay the warden extra, I bet,” Pete said. “Spread that snatch open for me. Let’s make sure she’s not a virgin.”
Karen whimpered as Joe complied, showing on the video feed a tunnel ready for fucking: pink depths that made Green’s cock stand at attention like a soldier.
“Definitely not. We’ll wax that cunt, if you’re chosen, Karen; Mr. Green likes them bare. I don’t know what the others think, but—”
“The others?” Karen wailed. “What do—”
But her words were lost in a scream as Joe took his fondling hand away, grabbed the paddle, and gave her a hard crack across the center of her bottom.
“Don’t interrupt, Karen,” he said. “None of the men who might choose you will enjoy being interrupted.” He gave her another swat, just as hard, and lower down. Karen screamed.
“Now, Karen,” Pete said after the cell had grown quiet again except for her weeping, “it looks like you went and got yourself fucked. Is that right? Did you have a boyfriend who went all the way with you?”
Karen didn’t answer, and she got another stroke from the paddle.
“Answer Pete, Karen,” Joe said. “Did you get your cunt opened by a boy? Or a man? Or did you lose your cherry some other way?”
“Oh, God. Please, don’t.”
But she got another swat for that.
“I had sex!” she screamed. “With my boyfriend!”
“Now wasn’t that easy?” Pete said. “Why don’t you take off your clothes for us, now that we know you’re a slut? Don’t make us rip them off.”
She stayed still, her tears now puddling on the blanket. Joe struck again. Her scream would have rent Green’s heart if his cock weren’t so very hard.
“Last chance,” Joe said.
Suddenly Karen became frantic, the pain in her backside clearly having pushed her over some edge, perhaps combined with the revelation of how tied her arousal was to punishment and degradation. Green reflected that the possibility was quite strong that she had never realized she had this shameful part of herself lurking under her pretty, composed exterior. The photos in her file and her school records showed a bright, well-adjusted girl. She simply wouldn’t have had the opportunity even to experience anything that might let her in on the dark secret lurking in her cunt.