Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(5)
She struggled desperately, trying to get out of Joe’s grasp, but he held her fast, dropping the paddle and returning his hand to her bright red bottom, as if to warn her that she must tell him of her acquiescence, or suffer more back there.
“I’ll do it… I’ll strip… please, let me,” Karen wailed.
“Good girl,” Joe said, and that seemed to make a shudder run through the girl’s whole body. He let her go, and she tried to stand up, but the sudden pain from her paddling and the pants and panties around her knees caused her to fall back onto the bunk.
Her face tearstained and wild, she looked at the men who had come to evaluate her. They stood, dark-suited, watching, and if she had thought to find some sort of mercy she was disappointed utterly.
“Just go ahead and take off your shirt and your bra,” Pete said, in a voice that suggested he meant to be helpful. “We’ve seen your cunt and your ass now, and we liked what we saw.”
Chapter Three
That night the guards came for Karen and the two other girls Joe and Pete had chosen. They made all three of them stand in front of their cells while they confirmed the identity of each via a retinal scan to match the one taken when the girl had taken on the debt that had eventually landed her here. Remembering how foolishly happy she had been when ResTech had approved her car loan and she had gladly looked into the glowing scanner just before signing her whole life away if she missed three payments, Karen cursed her stupidity.
She looked at the girl who had emerged from the cell next to hers, wondering what sort of debt the tall brunette had taken on and thinking about the awful sounds of the visits the man had made to her cell. Three cells down a redhead had also been called out by the guards, medium height and curvy. Had she received visits, too? Well, Karen supposed they had all received a visit from Joe and Pete—had the redhead gotten the paddle, like Karen, before taking off her clothes?
Did she get wet, when they forced her over the end of her bunk and started to punish her?
Karen averted her mental gaze instantly from that thought.
“Follow me,” said the guard captain, once his subordinates had reported that the files matched the retinal scan. They hadn’t even used the girls’ names: each guard had simply referred to the girl he had gotten out of her cell as this one. How could they treat people this way?
The captain led the three girls in their orange prison uniforms, with another guard following, out of the cell block and down a long hallway to a door labeled Medical Assessment. He stepped through it, then held it open for them to enter. The first girl, the brunette, paused in the doorway, but the guard at the back stepped around Karen and pushed the girl through.
“Get in there, or it’s the paddle,” he said.
When Karen followed, deathly afraid now of the paddle, and saw what the room contained, she nearly hesitated too, but the guard didn’t even wait to see whether she would manifest the same reluctance as her predecessor and shoved her through the door as well. The red-haired girl cowered back, then, but the guard grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her into the big, antiseptic-smelling room.
Inside there stood three exam chairs, the stirrups already set up, arranged in a semi-circle. A doctor in a white coat stood in the center of the little grouping. That essentially medical scene might not have made Karen’s heart jump, though something about the bringing together of the three exam chairs spoke of purposes she didn’t want to think about. The sight of the two men in business suits, and of their obviously expensive shoes, their silk shirts, sitting in the kind of comfortable chairs you might see in a loan officer’s office in a bank, really raised her heartrate and set the butterflies flapping in her tummy. They each held a tablet, and they each glanced down at theirs and back up at the girls more than once, as if to match them with the files to which they must have access.
They could only be Joe and Pete’s employers, Karen thought.
“Out of your clothes and up onto the chairs, girls,” the doctor said in a brusque, businesslike tone.
“Why?” asked the dark-haired girl.
The businessman on the right, dark-haired and blue-eyed, spoke in response, rather to Karen’s surprise.
“You don’t need to know why, Grace.”
The girl showed that her name must indeed be Grace from the way she started at the sound of it from the man’s lips, and, Karen supposed, at the utterly calm way he informed her that she had no need to understand why she had been brought here for an intimate medical examination.
The redhead tried, now. “But you can’t—”
Now the other businessman spoke, blond and hazel-eyed.
“Of course we can, Sylvia. You know that. You signed the papers. We can do whatever we want with you, and if you refuse, we will punish you until you obey us. Now, all of you, take off those uniforms, and your underwear, and get up on the exam chairs. We don’t have all day, and this is only the beginning of the evaluation.”
But Sylvia, who Karen imagined must not have been paddled before, tried to run away. As Karen and Grace watched with sympathetic and fearful eyes, she made for the other door of the room, perhaps hoping it led to some safe place; some place where people hadn’t heard that when a girl borrowed money from ResTech she signed away not just her money but her innocence. She had gotten hold of the door handle when the captain and the other guard grabbed her and brought her back, sobbing, and put her over the doctor’s rolling stool, while he got a paddle from one of the cabinets.