Page 176 of Twisted Royals

That brought another little whimper, a mewling sound from my throat. I felt it emerge as a hum through the closed lips over which an enormous red-haired man rubbed the head of his hardness, gently, back and forth.

"Look at me, princess," the master sergeant murmured, and I obeyed with another tiny, submissive noise.

At the same moment I felt the colonel's cock, rubbing up and down my private lips, just as the master sergeant was doing, against my mouth. I felt my whole body go hot as, gazing into Baby Bear's green eyes, I saw the lesson in that — a lesson my bears might not even have intended to deliver but that I had received nonetheless: my mouth and my pussy just represented places to put their cocks, receptacles for their hardness. Each had its own pleasures, and Papa Bear and Baby Bear would enjoy them as they chose, whenever they chose, as much as they chose.

Then the colonel moved his hardness up a little. I let out a little cry as I felt the head graze the opening to my vagina, and another as to my dismay it moved on, a millimeter higher up, and then another, and then still further.

"Shh, Susanna," Baby Bear said. He raised his cock, presenting me with its base and the wrinkly, clean-shaven purse of his scrotum. "Kiss my balls, now, like a good little slut."

His face loomed over me as I kept obeying his instruction to look up. The master sergeant gazed down, past his impossibly flat washboard abs, with a hungry sort of smile that made me think of a naughty boy's smug enjoyment of an ill-gotten piece of candy.

I swallowed hard. I'm the candy. But I'm better, aren't I? After they eat me up, I'll still be here to be eaten up tomorrow.

Papa Bear's cock found the forbidden place. I let out a helpless moan.

"No," I sobbed, and I kissed the pouch that held Baby Bear's precious stones, knowing how reverent and respectful I must be. "No… please…"

The colonel pressed the head of his penis gently against my smallest opening. Somehow I could tell he didn't mean to fuck me there. Yet.

"Here, too, Susanna," he said, his voice stern again. "We saw what you did. We know what you need."

I put out my tongue. I licked the warm, throbbing flesh of the master sergeant's rigid shaft. The salty taste made me feel lightheaded. Papa pressed a little more firmly on the tight button of my anus, and I whimpered. I realized only after it had started to happen that my head had begun to nod yes, the tip of my tongue going up and down Baby Bear's penis, all the way to the wrinkled skin of his balls that felt funny on my tongue.

Sergeant Karl's hand under my chin gripped me tighter, but only for a moment. His hips jerked, and I heard a grunt come from deep in his chest, and I understood that I had given his cock unexpected pleasure with my naughty licking. With a double surge of shame and pride, I realized something about my humiliated position that hadn't occurred to me before: I had a strange kind of power over these soldiers, because they wanted me as their own royal fuck toy. I could make Papa's and Baby's cocks feel good. I could make Mama come when I licked her pussy.

But they had seen what I did, playing with myself in the sergeant's bed. I shuddered as I thought of it, with my new Papa's cock still pushing against my bottom hole. I had touched myself there. I had wondered what it would feel like. I had brought myself to climax with my finger in the naughtiest possible place, as if begging whoever found me to use me there and teach me how to please in that taboo way.

They had that power, the colonel above all. I sobbed into Baby Bear's lap as I felt Papa move his penis lower down and find the opening to the hot, wet sheath that ached for his hardness. He pressed the head in half a centimeter, and I tried to push my ass backward to get more of him inside, but the stout belt around my waist held me fast.

I kissed and kissed, and licked and licked. Something in me thought that if I showed how much I loved attending to the master sergeant's cock this way it might make Papa give me more of his own huge manhood, inside me where I needed something big and hard so badly.

The rigid penis in me pushed in another half-centimeter. I whimpered as Baby Bear's huge hand came down, to lift up his scrotum. "Underneath, now," he murmured. "You're learning so fast, princess."

"She is," I heard Papa say from behind me and high above me. I felt his other hand on the belt, the fingers curling around it as if to find traction. My tummy flipped at the thought of what he could do to me, with a strong grip on the belt, and then he did it.

My new Papa's huge, hard cock thrust into me so hard I screamed, unable to tell if I were screaming in pleasure or in pain. When his hips touched my ass cheeks the question became both more urgent and more mysterious, because I knew the terrible punishment I had received should hurt, but instead I felt an orgasm start to build inside me. There, where the colonel held the rigid length of his manhood, filling me, pinning me, teaching me a new kind of lesson, I felt the waves of forced pleasure crash outward, through my legs, my back, my shoulders.

"She'll come if you're not careful," Mama Bear said from somewhere near the colonel, off to the right a little.

I answered the cruel words with a clench of my vagina so forceful that I cried out. Papa let out a little grunt, very much like the one the master sergeant had emitted when I had touched the right place with my tongue.

"God, she's tight," he commented, as if I weren't there — as if my own ideas and opinions about having my pussy full of his manhood had no bearing at all on the situation. I whimpered, and I licked the salty, musky underside of Baby Bear's balls, a part of me suddenly and insanely wanting to prove the colonel right, to show that I existed only to give pleasure to my masters and mistress.

Sergeant Karl pulled away a little bit and coaxed my mouth open with gentle pressure on my chin. I didn't resist, because I knew he meant to put his cock there, to thrust inside that place just as Papa Bear had thrust into my pussy. The detached, irrational part of me wanted that, I realized with a hot flush in my cheeks. I wanted them to take away my power to speak, so that I could just feel. So that I could just take what my bears chose to give me, nothing but a receptacle for their enjoyment.

Baby Bear's cock entered me, between my lips. I sobbed around the shaft as it began to move gently in and out, not at all the way Papa had used me there. I kept sobbing because in my pussy, where I needed the colonel's brutality, he had begun to fuck me much too gently.

I heard the major let out a chuckle. "Poor little princess can't come, can she, when her papa fucks her that way?"

"She came enough in my bed," the sergeant major said, in a tone of gentle mockery. "Naughty girls need to learn patience, when they give their little pussies that kind of wanking."

My body shuddered atop the horse. For a moment I though their words would push me over the edge into orgasm, but as if he could feel every little spasm of my nervous system Papa Bear stilled his erection inside me. I had to sob anew in frustration.

"Use your tongue underneath," Baby Bear commanded, his voice suddenly as strict as Mama's or Papa's. He had stopped thrusting, too, just keeping his cock halfway in my mouth.

I obeyed, my forehead creasing so hard it hurt, my tongue frantic.

"No," said the sergeant major. "Not like that, Susanna. Slower."

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