CHAPTER17
Briana
“Yes, sweetheart,” Papa Georg said. “I know your little cunt is sore, but you’re not done.”
I knew with my body what my papa meant for me to do now… what he meant for me to take… to receive… three hard cocks, and none of them his… A sob burst from my chest and I turned my cheek and snuggled my face against his chest while he kept shifting me in his big hands, spreading my knees so I would straddle the huge, hard penis of the waiting henchman.
“The little whore doesn’t want to be a bad girl now?” Papa Nicolai said, from somewhere to my right. His mocking voice sent a terrible thrill of arousal through me, and even as I pleaded with my papas to spare me this filthiest of ordeals, I felt my body yield to the movements of Papa Georg’s hands.
I turned my face from my real papa’s chest to look at my cruel papa. My face worked into a pout of shame and need, and the soreness between my thighs became an ache that seemed like it could only be filled this way, with three of them… all of them… using me at once.
Another sob rose out of my chest and I turned my attention downward again just as I felt my pussy touch the head of Vassily’s cock.
“Hold her there,” he said in his rough English, his cruel blue eyes fixing on mine. “Let’s see how bad she needs it.”
My whole body shuddered at his words and at his leering face. I looked down his body, a sudden wanton need to see the dirty spectacle of his big penis opening me seizing my mind. I gasped to see it, and Vassily chuckled as he moved the enormous cock with his right hand, brushing it against my pussy lips.
“Oh, God,” I whispered. I felt it begin again inside me, the bad girl need… I felt it turn the soreness into a challenge… I could do it… I was a bad girl, and I needed to do bad girl things.
I closed my eyes.
“Please, Papa,” I whimpered. I knew who I meant the words for, but I thought Vassily would think I had directed them at him, and I didn’t mind. They all could think of themselves as my papas now, even Ivan, because Papa Georg had decided they should treat me the way daddies treat a very, very bad girl… the way they should treat a girl like me.
My hips bucked, my bottom squirming, but Papa Georg held me so that my sore, needy sheath couldn’t descend onto the massive penis below me. Vassily laughed again, and asked, his voice even more teasing, “What do you want, whore?”
I squeezed my eyes even more tightly shut. I sobbed, “Fuck me, Papa. Please fuck my pussy.”
Papa Georg didn’t wait for Vassily to give permission. I felt him lower me, and push on my bottom as he put my knees securely on the wide bench, to either side of Vassily’s hips. I cried out as the big cock filled me, my cheeks squirming under my real papa’s hand as he let go of my hips and moved his grip to my backside, ready to guide me in the shameful riding motions I would have to make atop the rigid penis inside my pussy.
“Spank her,” Papa Nicolai said in a voice so commanding my eyes flew open to look directly into his, where he had moved to stand directly in front of me. He had his cock in his hand, pumping it gently, and when I saw the look in his face—a mixture of cruelty and appreciation and lewd arousal that made me furl my brow and bite my lip—I couldn’t bear to see it anymore and I had to drop my gaze to his jutting, arrogant manhood. “We need to punish her for coming so hard, don’t we? Georg, you do it. You’re good at it. Show the others how a papa teaches a lesson before I fuck her in the ass too. Ivan, you can use her mouth after you wash your cock.”
I wanted to close my eyes but I just kept looking at Papa Nicolai’s hard penis, at the way its round head kept surging in and out of his fist as he pleasured himself to witness and to command my degradation. My bottom, guided by Papa Georg’s firm hand, had already begun to go up and down, every movement on Vassily’s huge cock a mixture of pleasure and ache that brought a little mewing whimper to my lips.
Papa Vassily… Papa Ivan… all the papas… everyone my real papa gave me to, to fuck me and fill me up.
Papa Nicolai moved aside and Papa Ivan came to take his place, and I watched his cock… Papa Ivan’s cock, a little wet from the cleaning he had just given himself in a kitchen sink… in Papa Ivan’s brutal hand, the red tip seeming to flash in the movement of his fingers as he readied himself to enjoy me again.
Papa Georg’s hand left my ass, then returned with a sharp spank… very hard, so that I cried out and squirmed desperately on Papa Vassily’s hardness. Below me he gave a grunt of surprised pleasure that made my mouth open… made my tongue extend, begging Papa Ivan to fuck my face the way I knew he liked best.
The sound of the spank rang out in the dead acoustics of the underground room. Papa Georg spanked me again, and it was because I had opened my mouth for another papa’s cock, the way bad girls do—and because I didn’t yet have that papa’s hardness inside, I hadn’t yet done as a bad girl should do.
With a groan of satisfaction, Papa Ivan sheathed himself between my lips, both his hands going to the back of my head. Papa Georg spanked me again and again and I rode the huge penis between my legs frantically, pushing out my bottom for my fiery lesson.
I tried to keep track of Papa Nicolai, but when Papa Georg stopped punishing me and I felt other hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, it came as a surprise anyway.
Oh, why couldn’t Papa Georg just go on spanking me, my mind pleaded from somewhere in outer space, in a little girl voice that made me flush all over at the feeling of dark, forbidden pleasure that it brought. I’ve been so naughty, and I just want to be a good girl for papa.
But Papa Nicolai stopped my ride on the enormous hardness in my pussy, so he could push the round tip of his own cock against my bottom-hole, while Ivan held his cock so deep in my mouth that I thought I might faint.
I wished it were Papa Georg… why couldn’t it be Papa Georg to use my bad girl hole?
I moaned around Ivan’s rigid penis as Papa Nicolai slowly invaded my anus with his thick manhood. The warlord grunted something in Russian that must have meant Wait or maybe Hold on, because they all stopped moving. My moan became little panting whimpers around the cock in my mouth as I felt it—felt what Papa Nicolai wanted me to feel… what Papa Georg must want me to feel, because he, my real papa… my real daddy… he had made it happen just like this.
Papa Nicolai said in a voice thick with pleasure, “Such a good little fuck toy.” He lowered his voice into his terribly accurate imitation of the voice of authority. “Take it now, little whore.”
I cried out as he started to move in my bottom, his hands on my hips so that he could control the rhythm exactly as he chose, moving my pussy too, on Vassily’s huge manhood. Vassily grunted with pleasure, and Ivan began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. My body seemed a limp, shattered thing among them, too stretched and too full. I had experienced this kind of triple penetration before with my daddies, but something about these Russian criminals using me that way made the feeling of utter objectification stronger than I had ever even imagined it could be.
I seemed to exist only in little pieces of sensation and fragments of ideas… pleasure and pain and punishment and reward… my papas and my daddies and him… Papa Georg… somewhere nearby and yet far away because my whole world lay among the brutal, strong bodies of the men fucking me.
They sought their pleasure inside every place a hard penis can enter a bad girl’s body, and as I felt them near it, I sensed the other guards nearby, reaching theirs in sympathy with the man inside me. The heat from their bodies seemed to warm me as I rode and was ridden, my eyes seeing only the sinewy lap of Ivan, the wiry curls of his pubic hair. The sound of their jerking off mingled with the groan of the bench under Vassily’s back and my galloping form and Papa Nicolai’s vigorous thrusting in my too-open bottom.