Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(7)
Karen stepped toward the nearest exam chair, hoping the action would move the awful scene onward toward whatever horrible conclusion awaited them. She saw Grace, almost naked, do the same. They both still wore their bras, but the doctor said, “Bras off, girls. These men need to see your breasts.”
At least Karen could look at the exam chair as she took the bra off and dropped it carelessly to the floor. By the time she had gotten onto the chair and turned around, Sylvia too had removed her clothes. Karen watched as the red-haired girl got onto the chair furthest from her, with Grace in the middle.
“Captain,” the doctor said, “you secure Karen, please. Jim, you do Grace. I’ll do Sylvia.”
Before Karen even realized what was happening, the captain had fastened her left wrist in a sturdy Velcro cuff. She struggled, then, merely out of instinct, but the captain growled, “You don’t want more of the paddle, do you?” and she allowed her right wrist also to be bound. Another strap went around her waist, and yet another, to her dismay, around her neck. Turning her head, she saw that Grace and Sylvia had received the same treatment.
“Now,” said the doctor, “their knees in the stirrups.”
Chapter Four
Griff Singleton loved coming to CDF Number 5. He loved paddling the girls and he loved fucking them hard over their prison bunks. He had spent much, much more money than he should have, for the health of his retirement accounts, having his way on the cell block reserved for the girls the warden deemed fuckable.
Even so, Singleton hadn’t anticipated how hard this medical exam would get him. As he watched the guards and the doctor fasten the knee restraints that would keep the girls spread open for their gynecological exam—and, even better Green’s and Singleton’s inspection—he knew he had made the correct decision. It wouldn’t save him all that much money, maybe, and he would sacrifice the variety of girls he got to fuck when he came to the cell block, but the idea of taking one of these girls home with them, as their and the other investors’ private possession, greatly moved him.
“So,” the doctor said, stepping back into the center of the three exam chairs and surveying the three cunts and asses now so helplessly presented to his eye, “gentlemen, you wished all three of them waxed? You understand that’s an extra fee?”
Green stood up and stepped from his chair toward the center of the room. Singleton did likewise, very glad of the opportunity to take a closer look at the cunts, anuses, and tits from which they would soon have to make their choice.
“Let’s take a look,” Green said, as the doctor moved back a little to let the businessmen perform their first close inspection of the assets from which they would choose, when finalizing their investment with the warden in a few minutes’ time.
The guards stepped back to stand next to the door. Singleton felt sure they viewed their presence here as a perquisite of the job: he didn’t doubt that the hardness of their cocks matched his own, despite the self-restraint for which he had always admired them. ResTech did a good job finding the right kind of employees for their facilities, from the cafeteria staff up through the warden.
Singleton found it impossible to act as dispassionately as the guards around the lovely girls chosen by the warden for what the corporate types who visited called ‘F Block,’ meaning Fuck Block. He liked to get rough when he came to a girl’s cell, and he liked the girls who needed some persuasion with the paddle most of all—as long as he could tell, as he always could, that the roughness aroused them. The ones like this Karen Hunter who got wet despite themselves when you treated them like the sluts they were, aroused him most of all.
Her spread legs now invited Singleton’s lustful eye, and he approached, as Green inspected the curvy Sylvia, to take a closer look. Before he dropped his gaze to Karen’s cunt and anus, opened so provocatively for inspection, he looked straight into her eyes, letting an acquisitive smile curve his lips. He saw anger in the blue eyes that looked back at him, but also that other thing, the emotion that seemed to make him harder than any ordinarily salacious sight could do: helpless need.
Karen Hunter didn’t want to need discipline, degradation, and hard fucking, everywhere a cock could go. She had begun to realize, though, that her conscious desires didn’t have very much to do with the cravings she couldn’t control. Singleton could see in her eyes, and he felt his cock jump in his trousers as he let his eyes move down to take in her little breasts with their perfect, tiny pink nipples, and then feast upon the sweet, golden-haired cunt below the flat tummy, held so far open that Singleton could see Karen’s demure nub of a clit peeping out from the complicated folds of its hood. Down further, the coral inner lips, too, showed themselves beautifully, and the wrinkled button of her anus seemed to cry out for fucking, or at least fingering, right away.
“What do you think, Griff?” Green asked him. “Wax all of them? I always hate to see real red cunt hair go away completely…” he tilted his chin in Sylvia’s direction, and Singleton saw what he meant in the lovely complementarity of the girl’s pink cunt with her russet nether curls, “…but we need to do a fair comparison, don’t we? And it’s what? Another grand to have all three cunts waxed?”
Karen made a little noise in her throat, at that, and both Green and Singleton turned to look at her. The girl’s cheeks had gone bright red, but she avoided their gaze, drawing her lips into a tight line as a deep furrow appeared on her brow. Singleton didn’t think he’d ever seen a sexier sight: the urge to ask how much it would cost to fuck her right there on the exam chair nearly overwhelmed him.