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I could feel it — the closeness of my gag reflex every time the colonel pressed the head of his hardness against the back of my throat, the growing ache in my jaw as Mama Bear held my mouth open for the surging shaft, the tickle of Papa Bear's wiry pubic hair against my nose as he went balls deep and held me that way for a second before withdrawing his erection again and starting to thrust anew.
I could feel it, and yet it seemed to happen to another princess. Somehow my body could respond with terrible, mounting need to the brutality of Colonel Baer's treatment of me, despite the discomfort and the abject shame of it. My back tried to arch against the leather belt that bound me to the horse. My bottom squirmed, desperate to push back just a centimeter, to show that my new Papa had only done the proper thing by caning me for trying to lie about my sexual experience.
His eyes… those dark orbs, fixed on my face, stern and exacting… I had thought I wanted to prove my defiance by looking the colonel in the face, but to have to gaze into his eyes as he enjoyed me in that degrading way… somewhere in the distance I felt sorry for the wayward young woman who was having her face fucked that way. To have to look into the face of the man who had decided to discipline her with his cane on her bare bottom and his cock in her virgin mouth… how could she bear it?
It seemed to get even bigger and harder. Papa Bear held my head even more firmly for a moment, and then, suddenly, he pulled his cock out.
"Your turn, Karl," he said. "I'm going to fuck the pussy. I want to come in there, since she's got the IUD."
He kept looking down at me as he spoke, pumping his penis, glistening with my saliva, in his hand. I tried to shake my head at his words, but though he had moved his left hand from my head to his cock, the major still controlled me completely with hand on my chin and another on the back of my head.
To my horror, as he observed my attempt at denial, Papa Bear stretched out the cane again and brought it down. I could hear from the terrible swish that he had decided to use more force, and then I felt it, the sharpness that seemed a little bit like a spank but so much worse. Concentrated in one spot, it sent a lance of pain from there through my whole backside.
I cried out wordlessly from my still open mouth, then I closed it and tried my first word since I had lost my oral virginity, my lips feeling strange and numb from the terrible face-fucking my new Papa had given me.
"Please… I…"
But the colonel clearly had decided that a second offense in this area of false denial warranted a firmer response than the first one had. Continuing to gaze down into my eyes, at whose corners I felt the tears spring up, he gave me three more cuts with this horrible new force. My limbs writhed against the leather restraints as my body sought some soothing outlet for the pain. I yelped, open-mouthed again, at each agonizing lash.
I closed my eyes after the fourth cut, but the major spoke harshly when she saw it.
"Look at your Papa, little slut."
I obeyed, terribly fearful of another slash across my backside.
"How…" I begged. "How do you know these things?"
I had done everything right to make sure the press didn't know about the IUD. I wasn't even sure why I had worked so hard when, instead of trying to keep my boy-toys secret, I had flaunted the fact that I "dated" them. It had just felt really embarrassing, the idea that a princess would seek out birth-control, rather than make her paramours wear condoms.
I had told myself it just represented a way of securing more freedom for myself: I could get laid without having to worry about whether a stupid but good-looking guy had remembered to bring protection. Looking up into Papa Bear's face, though, I wondered suddenly if I had actually done it with a dark scenario like this one in my mind. I had gone to the secret clinic in Switzerland and paid all that money for privacy so that when a real man came along, he would be able to fuck me just as he pleased, without fear of consequences.
His eyes softened a little. To my dismay, that slight change in his face brought another wave of warmth, stronger than the last. Affection: I couldn't call it anything else. I had started to like the man who had taken on himself the duty of turning me into his and his comrades thoroughly-disciplined fuck toy.
"It's our job, princess," he told me. "We're the palace detail of national security. We have to know about everything you do and don't do, to make sure we can keep you safe."
My mouth opened and closed. I felt Mama Bear's hand on my chin following the movement, as if she meant to illustrate what the colonel had just said, how these soldiers followed me — through high-tech surveillance, anyway — everywhere.
Papa Bear moved aside. He disappeared to my right, walking around the horse. I automatically tried to turn my head to follow him, but again the major held my head still.
"Look at Baby Bear," she ordered, and I obeyed, because I would have had to close my eyes not to. The huge sergeant major had stepped forward, his massive manhood in his hand. I bit my lip, looking at it. It seemed just as long as Papa Bear's cock, but thicker. Naughty metaphors jumped into my horny mind: the colonel's erect penis looked like a sword, while Baby Bear's looked like a cannon.
"I'll hold her," he told the major in his surprisingly sweet baritone. "I want to start teaching her to give head like the slut she is."
"Alright," I heard Mama Bear say, to my left though I couldn't see her at all, so completely did Sergeant Karl's naked lap fill my field of vision. "I'll get my strap-on so I can join the fun."
I let out a whimper through closed lips at their casual obscenities, how they decided my sexual fate without the slightest veneer of sensitivity to a princess' refined life of luxury. Teaching her to give head… strap-on… I had thought myself rather experienced, sexually, from my brief but intimate relationships. My three bears clearly intended to ensure they filled my mind with salacious thoughts and lewd images that I could never forget.
My body quivered with the coarse words, but then the master sergeant's enormous hand replaced the major's much smaller one on my chin. At the same time, I felt Papa Bear's hand on my bottom, his fingers tracing a line that I realized must represent one of the marks the cane had surely made there, aslant my right cheek. The quiver became a massive shudder, and the master sergeant clearly noticed it, because he said, his voice gentle and condescending, "Don't worry, Your Royal Highness. You'll have both our cocks in you in just a moment."
CHAPTER 11
Goldilocks
"Your bottom looks very pretty with my marks on it, Susanna," the colonel said, his tone dripping with mocking approval. He traced another line, down my left cheek. I let out a whimper and, to my distress, I found myself licking my lips as I gazed ahead of me at Sergeant Karl's hard, thick penis.
"Shh," Baby Bear said, thrusting his hips forward just a centimeter, so that he could rub the tip of his cock over my lips.
At the same time, Papa Bear moved his hand, placing it atop the belt that bound my waist. I felt the stiff but slightly yielding length of the horrible cane in his hand, lying over my back like a terrifying promise of the consequences I still had to endure.
