Page 173 of Twisted Royals

It didn't even matter what I had meant to say. Probably I would just have said, like that or like this. Baby Bear's hands could find out without the slightest bit of difficulty that his royal princess was like that, and like this. My little pussy couldn't help clenching on a man's enormous fingers when he penetrated my vagina and my anus as if my only worth to him — to any of them, my terrifying bears — lay in my suitability for their sexual pleasure.

"She's scared of the discipline horse," Papa Bear said in a matter-of-fact voice that chilled me but at the same time made me push my hips back against Baby Bear's hand, desperate for more. "You can tell just from the way she looks at it and then looks away."

"No," I choked out. "No… I…" But I trembled all over, just at the thought of the horrible thing, even as I tried to lie about it.

Baby Bear simply repeated himself. "Yes, you are."

"Karl, please put her on it. That's where we'll fuck her. She needs to get acquainted with just how closely sex and punishment are related in her mind."

I wanted to ask so many questions then, but at the same time I wanted never to know the answers. My mouth opened wide on an unvoiced Wh—. Maybe what, maybe why, maybe even Where the fuck do you get off just saying this crazy shit?

But even if I had managed to muster the presence of mind to ask a question, I wouldn't have had the chance. The syllable in my open mouth became a cry of surprise as the master sergeant got up with me slung across the front of his body, struggling feebly as I felt the sheer power in his massive arms.

Some rational part of my brain tried to persuade my body that resisting now would probably lead to more severe punishment, but my body had no interest in behaving logically at this point.

"Stop," I begged. "Wait… please… don't…"

I accompanied the futile words with movements of my arms and legs and abs and lats and whatever other muscles I had that I couldn't name. Every attempt at struggle only forced me to feel more emphatically just what freakishly strong muscles the enormous man who held me like a wiggling feather had. He probably had muscles that didn't even have names, that he worked on a regular schedule at the palace fitness center.

Worst of all, that feeling, the growing tension in my limbs as my pointless efforts combined with the tightening brought on by my sheer terror of the discipline horse, also somehow went straight to my pussy. Baby Bear hadn't even bothered to let go of me there: he just casually carried me across the room with his right hand supporting my weight by my private parts and his left under my bare breasts.

"Put me down!" I heard myself say, though I understood the stupidity of the words even before Sergeant Karl abruptly granted my wish. He put me on top of the horrible discipline horse.

I cried out as I felt it touch me, remembering Madame Grévy, and how I had knelt on the step in my pretty school dress and had such troubling thoughts. I struggled to rise, but Baby Bear just put his left hand back atop my back and kept me where I was, my naked torso across the wooden slats of the horse's top.

I twisted my head from side to side, and I saw the major and the colonel approaching. He had picked the cane up again at some point, and he carried it in his right hand. My eyes went irresistibly from the terrible length of rattan to the huge, hard thing between the colonel's thighs. My tummy flipped at the way it swayed and jutted, menacing me from the wiry tangle of Papa Bear's pubic hair.

He took a position a few feet in front of me, returning his hand to the long, thick shaft of his manhood. With my breath coming in little pants, I lifted my eyes from his penis to his face, to see him gazing down at me sternly.

"No, Susanna," he said. "You're not to look us in the face when our cocks are out, unless we tell you to."

"The same goes for my cunt, princess," the major said. As she spoke, she stooped down to my left and I felt her start to fasten the leather strap around my thigh, just above my knee. The feeling of restraint sent a wave of panic through me. I tried to twist that knee away and to move my upper body as if I could slip out from the master sergeant's hand. I only succeeded in pulling my muscles a bit as the major gripped my thigh more tightly and buckled the strap all the same.

Again, the feeling of their forceful, physical control over me sent the unwelcome signal of arousal shooting from their strong hands to my wayward pussy. What had the colonel said? My face filled with heat as I remembered it.

She needs to get acquainted with just how closely sex and punishment are related in her mind.

I twisted my head from side to side, as if it mattered where my captors had positioned themselves. The master sergeant's hand on my back constricted my movement so much that I could barely see the major as she moved from my left leg to my left arm. She grabbed my wrist and deftly repositioned it into the cuff on that side of the horse, just below my face.

I tried to look to the other side, where Baby Bear stood, but I got only a glimpse of his massive, uniformed arm. It moved, and I felt him start to fasten the stout leather belt across my back. I realized at that point that I hadn't actually panicked yet, because I did panic then. The feeling of being pinioned atop the discipline horse made my body go completely haywire for a moment, my still-free right arm and right leg flailing outward, seeking something to hit, or maybe something to hold onto.

"No… no… no… please…" I wailed, feeling my hair thresh from side to side over my back as I sought desperately for some source of help despite how obvious it had become that no one would come to rescue me. Nothing could stop my horrible punishment, nor — worse, it illogically seemed to my fevered mind — my gaining the forbidden self-knowledge the colonel had promise.

Mama Bear had moved around the horse so that she could pluck my wrist out of the air and twist it down into the cuff on that side. Baby Bear grabbed my wayward knee and strapped it down.

"No…" I screamed. "Please… you… you can't…"

My limbs made one final attempt at resistance against the bonds that now restrained me with absolute thoroughness on the discipline horse. I could move less than a centimeter in any direction. I was naked and bound, my backside immobilized and presented for whatever Papa Bear decided it should receive, my knees parted wide enough that I could feel the air moving shamefully over my pussy and my anus. I let out a deep sob and hung my head, feeling my hair, completely out of its ponytail, hang around my face like a curtain to hide me from the mortifying scene.

"Show us you're learning," I heard the major say. I felt her hand at my neck, smoothing the hair across my back and over my left shoulder. "Look at Papa Bear, but only as you should."

Her hand went to my forehead, so that she could move away the hair that had settled in front of my eyes. Then she twined her fingers in the tresses at the back of my head and used her grip there to lift my face.

I let out a cry of fear, and I closed my eyes. I had seen penises before, but not this way. No man had confronted me with his rigid cock, let alone told me that I must not look him in the eye when he had it out.

Behind me I heard the master sergeant doing something, something that made a soft jingling, and then even softer sounds of fabric. Getting undressed, I realized with a tiny whimper.

"Open your eyes, Susanna," the colonel ordered me.

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