The Gingerbread Dungeon (8 page)

“You were a very rude girl, coming in here the way you did,” Morden said, running the tip of his cane up one of her thighs and down the other. “I think you need to be punished. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes,” Anna opened her mouth to answer, but before she could squeak out the sir, Morden smacked her across the back of her thighs with the cane. The stroke hurt like fire, and as he laid down nine more she screamed, begged, and finally cried, but she refused to move from the position in which she’d been placed. The backs of her legs ached and burned from her knees to her buttocks, but she knew it was the price she had to pay for the life she suddenly so desperately desired, and so she took the pain.

“That was pretty, Daddy.” Greg’s voice came from in front of Anna’s head and when she opened her eyes she could see his boots standing in front of her. “I like the way she cries. Those tears look delicious.”

“Do you want to taste them, boy?” Morden’s voice sounded amused.

“Yes, Daddy. I think I do,” Greg said, and then roughly fisted his hand in Anna’s curls and lifted her head to look at her tear-streaked face. “So pretty,” he continued, and then he licked her cheeks in big long strokes.

The humiliating sensation made Anna cry even more.

“I’m still not certain I like her. She takes a beating well, but she was very rude. We already have one rude child living here. I don’t know that we need another.” Heinrich glared at Greg in a way that made the younger man stick his tongue out at him before bouncing across the room to sprawl across the brown suede chair that had started the whole thing. “And she’s making the floor all wet. Am I supposed to clean that up?”

Morden had taken a seat in the black leather recliner, and he shrugged. “I don’t see why you should have to. She’s the one who’s making the mess.”

“Alright, girlie,” Heinrich pulled the stool out from under Anna so that she collapsed at his feet. “Those are your tears on the floor, your sweat. Why don’t you lick them up.”

Anna hesitated for a second and found her head shoved down against the floor by Heinrich’s boot. “I know what the rules you agreed to were, girl. You either do it or you leave.”

Anna nodded and then stuck out her tongue to start licking up her tears where they had fallen on the rough stone floor. She expected to be disgusted by the dirt and the grime she knew she must be getting in her mouth, but instead she found it strangely erotic to be forced to humiliate herself that way, naked ass in the air, head down on the ground. As she began to attack the floor with more enthusiasm, she felt herself growing so wet that beads of fluid were dripping down her leg.

“Look Daddy!” Greg said. “She’s making a puddle. Have Mamma Bear clean it up too.”

Heinrich roughly spun Anna around and shoved her face down onto the stones where, for the first time, she tasted her own arousal. The salty flavor and sensation of doing something so dirty made her moan.

“The little slut likes using her tongue,” Heinrich said, moving over to sit in the red corduroy lounger. “Maybe she won’t be so useless after all.”

“I’ve never played with a girl before, Daddy, have you?” Greg asked, watching Anna where she continued to crawl across the floor.

“A few times,” Morden said, smiling. “It’s interesting every once in a while.”

“Can I see what she feels like?” Greg sounded hopeful.

“I don’t know,” Morden replied. “Heinrich, are you done with her?”

“For now,” Heinrich said. “Girls aren’t new to me either. Why don’t we let the boy have his fun.”

“Crawl over here, Goldie, and take off the rest of your clothes.” Suddenly Greg’s voice was no longer teasing but almost as forceful as Morden’s.

Anna did as he asked until she was on her knees naked in front of Greg’s chair.

He sat back, and then gestured to his lap. “Climb up here, straddle my legs, and kneel facing me. I want to play with your breasts.”

Anna did, and moaned at the feeling of the rough fabric of his pants pressing against her open cunt. Then she gasped in pain as Greg roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them and pushing them together.

“This is fun,” he said as he pinched her nipples, pulling her breasts away from her chest and then letting them go before slapping them back and forth with his hands.

What he was doing hurt, but Anna had always liked pain and there was something incredibly hot about the disinterested way he explored her body – as though she was a toy rather than an object of desire. When he switched from hurting her to gently flicking his fingers across her nipples, the sensation was so arousing that she moaned.

“I think she likes it, Daddy,” Greg said while alternating between pinching her nipples hard enough to make her scream and gently rubbing the sensitized buds between his first two fingers. “Do you like it Goldie?”

“Yes, sir!” Anna cried out. “Yes, I do.”

“Why don’t you check between her legs, boy,” Morden said from where he sat, and Anna noticed that Heinrich was now kneeling before Morden, enthusiastically sucking his cock. “See how wet she is.”

“Mmm,” Greg said thoughtfully. “I want to see when I do. Hold on.” The last phrase was directed at Anna and she gripped him with her arms and legs as he stood up and walked over to place her on her back on the long wooden table.

Anna was wondering what Greg was going to do to her, when he grabbed her by the legs and pulled her down so that her ass was right at the edge of the table.

“I want you to hold your ankles in your hands,” he said, and when she did he pulled up a chair so that he was sitting right between her spread legs staring in interest at her arousal.

Anna felt herself growing even more aroused as Greg calmly played between her legs, spreading apart her outer and then her inner lips, pulling on them and poking at her clitoris all the while muttering things like “Fascinating” and “I wonder what happens when I do this.” Then she gasped as one of his fingers found the source of her wetness and abruptly pushed into her waiting cunt.

“Oh,” Greg said with a smile in his voice. “It’s all nice and warm and slick in here. I wonder how many fingers I can fit inside.”

Anna moaned as Greg pushed a second finger inside her and started to slowly move them in and out, pulling them apart to widen her before moving a third finger in to join them.

As Greg moved his fingers inside her, he explored her inner walls in a way that no other lover ever had, and the sensations were so extraordinary that Anna suddenly found herself on the verge of orgasm.

“May I come, sir?” Anna asked.

Greg’s fingers stilled for a moment before resuming their explorations. “You didn’t have to ask, you know,” he said, shoving his fingers in so deeply that they pushed against Anna’s cervix. She moaned in discomfort as he explored the firm surface inside her, pushing and prodding before pulling his fingers back to resume his fucking motion. “But now that you did…. No.”

Anna whimpered and moaned as Greg pulled his fingers out and then replaced them with two fingers from each hand, reaching deeply inside her body and then pulling her inner walls open – first top to bottom and then side to side.

“This is fun!” he said as she gasped for breath, desperately trying not to have an orgasm from the strangely erotic sensations. “I bet I can fit my whole hand inside you!”  Then he pinned her down with his left hand and slowly started to work his right hand into her. In short order, he was fucking her deeply with four fingers, petting the inside of her cunt as he moved in and out and then, when Anna was certain she could take no more, he folded his thumb in between his fingers and pushed his whole hand inside her.

Unable to help herself, she orgasmed, and Greg yelped. “Hey! That hurts!”

Anna could hear Morden laughing from across the room.  “It’s not pleasant for your hand,” he called, “but occasionally it feels nice on your cock.”

“You could have warned me, Daddy,” Greg pouted as he slowly eased his hand from Anna’s body, giving her another orgasm as his fingers finally left her.

“You looked like you were having such a good time.” Morden stepped over to the table, his extremely large, thick cock still hard and wet from where Heinrich had been sucking it. “I didn’t want to stop you.”

“She came without permission, Daddy!” Greg had a spiteful look on his face as he looked down at Anna. “Twice.”

“Is that true, Goldie?” Morden asked.

Anna nodded. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“As for you, boy…” Morden kicked the chair out from under Greg, knocking him to the floor and startling Anna so much that she let go of her ankles. “We don’t like tattle tales around here. Do we?”

“No sir!” Out of the corner of her eye, Anna could see Greg on his knees on the floor kissing Morden’s feet as he apologized. “I’m sorry, sir!”

“I think you both need to be punished.” Morden smiled and then gestured to his long-time companion. “Don’t you agree, Heinrich?”

“Oh I do,” Heinrich said. “I definitely do.” Then he picked Anna up off the table and dumped her on the floor next to Greg. “We have two very bad children here. Some sort of discipline is called for. ”

“Well,” Morden said thoughtfully, looking down at Greg where he was kneeling on the floor. “The standard punishment for telling tales is washing your mouth out with soap.”

Anna saw Greg’s face screw up in disgust, and she couldn’t help wondering if the face he was making was from experience.

“And normally if he comes without permission, Baby gets locked in the chastity belt so that it hurts if he gets hard,” Heinrich spoke from behind Anna’s back. “But that doesn’t work nearly as well with a girl.”

“What do you suggest, darling?” Morden looked at Heinrich over the two younger people’s heads. “You know more about girls than I do. After all you used to be married to one.”

“What?” Greg gasped out the word, and then shut up when Morden slapped him hard enough across the face to leave a red print on his cheek.

“With girls you basically have two good choices for an equivalent type of pain,” Heinrich said, ignoring both Greg’s outburst and Morden’s response. “You can either fuck them in a way they don’t like, or you can give them so many orgasms that the orgasms themselves become a source of pain.”

“What do you advise?” Morden asked.

Anna found herself ridiculously turned on by the clinical way they discussed her potential punishment.

“Somehow,” Heinrich replied, “I suspect there aren’t that many ways that Goldie here doesn’t like to get fucked. Are there, Goldie?”

Heinrich knelt down beside Anna. “We know you like getting your cunt filled, how about taking one in your mouth?”

Anna blushed, but nodded when he smacked the back of her head to show he was waiting for an answer.

“How about your ass? Has anyone ever fucked you there?”

Anna blushed and nodded again.

“Just as I suspected,” Heinrich sighed. “It would have to be the hard way.”

“Let me think about it, while we deal with Baby.” Morden looked at Heinrich. “Do you want to wash out his mouth or should I?”

“Oh, let me,” Heinrich said. “I think I’d enjoy it quite a bit.”

Anna watched as he walked over to the washstand and picked up a cake of soap. After dampening it from the water pitcher, he untied his trousers and let them drop to the ground. Then Heinrich slowly rubbed the soap all over his cock and balls, and moved back to stand in front of Greg. As he did, Morden stepped behind the young man, and restrained his hands with his belt.

“I want your mouth on his cock, boy,” Morden said, shoving Greg’s face into Heinrich’s crotch. “You make your Mamma nice and happy.”

Anna watched as Greg stuck out his long, muscular tongue to slowly lick the length of Heinrich’s cock, his face screwing up in distaste at the taste of the soap and earning him a smack from the watching Morden.

Then Greg slowly circled the tip of Heinrich’s cock with his tongue, making the older man smile, before moving his head lower to suck on Heinrich’s balls. Heinrich clearly appreciated the attention, since Anna could see his cock hardening and lengthening above where Greg worked, and as he moaned he used the bar of damp soap in his hand to recoat his growing erection.

Once Greg had finished cleaning the soap from Heinrich’s balls, he moved back to his cock, where he sucked just the tip into his mouth, gagging for a second at the taste, before stroking the length of the underside with his tongue. Slowly, he caressed Heinrich’s cock with his mouth and his tongue, sucking him deeper and deeper until the entire length was fully embedded into his throat.

As Heinrich began to fuck Greg’s face, holding his head and making him gag with deep, firm, strokes, Anna found herself gasping in arousal. She had never seen a man going down on another man like that before, not from so close, and the sight was incredibly erotic. She felt herself growing more and more aroused and knew that it would take very little to once again send her over the edge.

When Heinrich finally orgasmed in Greg’s mouth, holding his head to his body so that the younger man had no choice but to swallow all his soapy saliva and come, Anna was panting, and she could see that Morden’s erection had grown even larger and thicker where he stood behind Greg. The younger man was also visibly aroused, despite the soap he had ingested, and the long, slender cock that was poking out of the front slit of his pants had a deep curve to it that made Anna wonder what it would feel like inside her body.