Page 33 of Punished and Trained
Betty glanced toward her husband, who had shed his uniform jacket and was working on his shirt. “May she have release, sir?”
“Yes,” he said simply. “Give her what she needs.”
Betty’s mouth returned to me with renewed purpose, her tongue working with devastating skill while her fingers maintained their rhythm. The dual stimulation shattered my control completely,and I screamed as the first orgasm tore through me with overwhelming intensity.
But she didn’t stop. Even as I writhed in vain against my bonds, she continued her relentless assault on my senses, driving me toward a second peak with ruthless efficiency.
“Again,” Colonel Quinst commanded from beside the bed, his voice thick with arousal as he watched his wife work. “Make her scream again.”
Betty’s response was immediate, her tongue finding that perfect spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. The second orgasm crashed over me before I had recovered from the first, tearing another desperate cry from my throat as my body convulsed against the restraints.
“Beautiful,” the colonel murmured, and I heard the rustle of fabric as more clothing hit the floor. “Once more, Betty. I want to see her completely broken before we proceed.”
“No, please,” I gasped, my voice raw from screaming. “I can’t…”
But Betty’s mouth was merciless, her fingers working inside me with devastating precision. When the third climax hit, I thought I might actually lose consciousness from the intensity. My scream echoed off the bedroom walls as my body shattered completely, every muscle trembling with the aftershocks.
When I finally opened my eyes, Colonel Quinst stood naked beside the bed, and the sight of him made my breath catch in my throat. His cock was magnificent—thick and long and demanding in a way that made my recently satisfied body clench with fresh, impossible need.
“Powers,” I whispered before I could stop myself, my eyes fixed on his imposing manhood. Something deep in my core twisted with desperate want, as if every orgasm Betty had given me had only prepared me for this moment.
I had never needed anything as desperately as I needed him inside me right now.
“Betty,” the colonel said, his voice carrying absolute authority, “I want you to queen her. Hard. Make her serve you properly while I decide what to do with that needy little cunt of hers.”
Betty’s eyes lit up with hungry anticipation as she moved up my restrained body. “Yes, sir,” she breathed, positioning herself over my face. “Viola, you’re going to learn exactly how to please a woman with your mouth now. It will be much easier for you if you remember you have no choice.”
I cried out in shock and shame as she lowered herself onto my face, the hot folds of her lightly furred pussy pressing against my lips. The musky taste of her arousal filled my mouth as she quickly began to ride me with increasing urgency, her hips moving in demanding circles.
“Use your tongue,” she gasped, her hands gripping the headboard for leverage. “That’s it… just like that…”
I felt Colonel Quinst moving between my spread thighs, his hands tracing patterns on my sensitive skin. When his mouth found my sex, I moaned against Betty’s flesh, the vibrations making her cry out in pleasure.
“Exquisite,” he murmured, his tongue exploring me thoroughly. “You taste like honey, Viola. Absolutely delicious.” He lifted his head and I whimpered into his wife’s sex, begging for more.
“My goodness,” Colonel Quinst said, his breath hot against my most sensitive places, “look how prominent your little clitoris has become, Viola. All this training has made you quite a randy little thing, hasn’t it?”
His words sent fresh shame spiraling through me even as Betty ground herself more insistently against my mouth, her breathing becoming ragged with approaching climax. I tried to focus on serving my Mistress properly, my tongue working desperately against her slick folds as she rode my face with increasing abandon.
“Such a swollen little bud,” the colonel continued, his voice clinical yet hungry. “I think it deserves special attention.”
Without warning, his teeth closed gently around that most sensitive part of me, the careful pressure making me scream into Betty’s sex. The sensation was overwhelming—part pleasure, part pain, entirely consuming. My hips bucked helplessly against his mouth as he worried the tender flesh with deliberate precision.
“Oh, yes,” Betty gasped above me, her thighs trembling as my muffled cries vibrated against her. “She’s… she’s so good at this already…”
Colonel Quinst’s fingers joined his mouth, sliding deep inside me with practiced skill. The double assault shattered what little control I had left, and I came with devastating force, my body convulsing against the restraints as Betty ground herself harder against my face.
“That’s it,” the colonel murmured against my flesh, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm. “Come for us, Viola. Show us how much you need this.”
Betty’s own climax followed moments later, her cries echoing through the bedroom as she shuddered above me. When she finally lifted herself away, I gasped for air, my face slick with her essence, my body still trembling from the intensity of my release.
“Beautiful,” Colonel Quinst said, rising to his knees between my spread thighs. His massive cock stood proudly erect, thick and demanding in a way that made my recently satisfied body clench with renewed need. “I’m quite certain you need this inside you now, don’t you, Viola?”
“Yes,” I whispered, the admission torn from my throat without conscious thought. “Please, Guardian, I need… I need your cock.”
He reached for the restraints at my ankles, freeing my legs with efficient movements. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
In one fluid motion, he lifted me from the bed, his strong arms positioning me so that I straddled his thighs as he knelt on the mattress. My wrists remained bound above my head, the position leaving me completely at his mercy as he guided his enormous manhood to my entrance.
