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Mama Bear spoke. "Like you're eating the most delicious ice cream cone you ever had and you want it to last forever."
A tiny kitten sound came from my chest as I pictured it, and I tried to follow their directions as if my life depended on it — as if my only hope of an orgasm did.
"That's it," the major said. "That's our little slut." Then she said, in a voice that brought a new clench around the slowly thrusting cock in my vagina. "Papa Bear, can Mama Bear fuck? Mama Bear wants to fuck our little Goldilocks."
The major's voice made me think of the little grunts of pleasure that my other two bears had let out, when I had done something that made their cocks feel good. Mama Bear desired me, too, her lewd request made clear. Another surge of degraded pride rose inside my ribcage, and with it, a new wave of the irrational affection — for all of them, for somehow knowing what I needed though I hadn't known it myself.
I had no idea what the major had put on over her green garter belt. A frisson of fear shot through me as my mind tried in vain to picture it, the strap-on she had mentioned. Still, as I kept trying to learn the blowjob lesson Baby Bear was teaching me, I whimpered with wayward arousal at the thought of being fucked by another woman, by the hard shaft she had donned because she wanted her part in the fun of fucking a little slut like me.
"I don't think so, Hanna," Papa Bear said, to my surprise and dismay. "She's just too close to coming. We need to whip her properly and send her to bed without supper and without an orgasm, so when she does climax she takes away the right conclusion. Karl and I will come now, though, so we can wait to have her ass later tonight."
I had begun to breathe in tiny, nearly-hyperventilating pants around the huge penis in my mouth. To my dismay, the colonel pulled his penis out. He put it between the cheeks of my bottom and, as I cried out at the sheer degradation of it, he began to enjoy himself that way, in the valley, the iron-bar of his manhood moving between the warm globes of my ass, taking pleasure there without giving anything but humiliation in return.
In front of me, I saw Mama Bear come stand next to Baby Bear, her arm around his waist.
"Would you like some of this?" the master sergeant asked, and withdrew his cock from between my lips. "I'll come on her face."
He moved a little to the side, and I saw her strap-on for the first time. Army green, to match her beautiful lacy underwear. Just as big as Papa's or Baby's cock. Long and hard and plastic, with realistic veins that seemed almost to throb.
"Kiss it, slut," Mama Bear said. "Just kiss it and look up at me, so Mama knows you'll be a good girl when she fucks your sweet little cunt."
CHAPTER 12
Goldilocks
I sobbed and kissed it. As if the sight of their royal princess kissing the hard plastic phallus had set their climaxes off, both the colonel and the master sergeant let out deep grunts, deeper than the ones I had caused with my body's small pleasures. I felt my new Papa reposition himself again, lowering the head of his cock to the entrance of my desperately needy sheath.
He entered me there, but not far enough: the hard shaft pushed in only a few centimeters before I felt it jerk with the colonel's climax. I felt his hands tighten around the belt, making the cane press a little harder against my back. The warm seed spurted inside me, and I let out a pitiful little cry at the terrible indignity of it: of having a man use my pussy to deposit his semen but make certain I didn't feel the pleasure his rigid penis might have given me there.
A second later, Baby Bear's low grunt turned into a wordless, utterly masculine exclamation of satisfaction, and I felt his hot sperm splash onto my forehead, and then my cheek, just as Mama Bear made me receive half the length of the green dildo between my lips. With her fingers twined in the hair at the back of my head she fucked my face at a leisurely pace, her gaze locked on mine. Little cooing noises came from her throat, soft but somehow also terribly mocking.
"That's it, princess," she said. "You're learning."
"She's definitely learning," Papa Bear confirmed. "But it's time for her hardest lesson."
His hands let go of the belt, and he took them from my back, the cane departing with them. The major pulled her strap-on penis out of my mouth, but presented it to my lips.
"One more kiss, to thank Mama for using you," she commanded.
With a tiny sob I obeyed, my mind somehow seeing and responding to the strange, irrational logic of it. Papa Bear added another twist to it, too, as he came back around to join his comrades in front of me, each of them with an enormous phallus in their hand, but only Papa with the terrifying length of rattan.
"Kiss the rod, now," the colonel commanded, putting it just in front of my face, so that I shuddered and let out a tiny cry of fear.
I shook my head.
I had obeyed the major and kissed the scary dildo. I told myself I had done that because the strap-on would give me pleasure when my new Mama fulfilled her promise and fucked my pussy with it. How could I kiss the horrid thing that had already hurt my bottom so much and would soon hurt it so much more? I looked up at the colonel with what must have looked like a truly theatrical little-girl pout, and I shook my head again.
He wasted no time. He stepped back and began to walk back around to my rear.
I twisted desperately against the bonds that held me immobile atop the discipline horse.
"Wait!" I said. "Wait… please!"
"These don't count," the colonel said, shortly and simply, his military vocation coming through loud and clear.
Craning around to my left, I managed to see him standing there, his arm raised much too high, all the way to his shoulder.
"No!" I cried. "N?—"
