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"Open your eyes, princess," the master sergeant ordered, from the other side of the bed, behind me.
I squeezed them shut even more tightly, for just a moment, as if to tell myself that I didn't have to obey — as long as I didn't mind getting spanked or whipped again. Then I opened them, because I knew I couldn't bear more punishment. I had a choice, yes, but also I had no choice at all, because I belonged to these stern warriors now, a sexual servant who would pay the price for any misbehavior or disobedience.
I saw Mama Bear in front of me, looking down with a lustful smile. She still wore the green lingerie and the green strap-on phallus, which she held in her left hand.
"Should I give her her first reward?" Papa Bear asked from behind me. He moved his right hand away from my pussy and took hold of my right knee with it, bending my leg upwards so that I could feel myself terribly exposed to the eyes of his comrades.
I whimpered, writhing in his grip, not knowing whether I was trying to get away or trying to impale myself on the rigid cock I could feel still trapped between his rock-hard belly and the soft skin of my back.
"Susanna," said the major. I looked up at her and found her blue eyes glittering down at me like polished steel. "Are you planning to behave yourself from now on?"
Still squirming in Papa Bear's strong grip, so aroused I could hardly think, I sobbed, "Yes, Mama. Please… I'm so sorry. Please."
I watched her eyes rise and go to the master sergeant's.
"What do you think, Baby Bear?" she asked in an ironic tone, clearly knowing precisely what the master sergeant would say.
"Sure," Sergeant Karl replied. "As long as I get to give her one too."
I had a split second, then, during which I had the chance to contemplate the differences between my bears: the stern colonel, the sarcastic major, and the easygoing master sergeant. I had, I realized, developed the beginnings of liking for each of them, each in their own way. Papa had the strongest claim on my heart, of course, because he was Papa. But all my bears had shown themselves so adept at bringing out this dark, forbidden part of me that I had to admit that I wanted to obey even Mama, despite all the shame of serving another woman that way — or maybe even because of it. I wanted to obey them, and to be their good little girl, until they released me — more at peace with myself, I knew, and readier to serve my nation… as long as in private, in my bears' little cottage, I could continue to serve them.
All those complicated thoughts flashed through my mind, and then they went away completely. I felt Papa's hand travel down my thigh, and I felt him take hold of his huge penis. I let out a sob of gratitude and ecstasy as he moved its head to the hole I so needed filled, and thrust himself inside me at full length.
His hand moved back to my right knee, and he pulled it up even higher, while his other hand stroked my throat like a terrible reminder of how severely he might treat me, if he chose. Then he started to fuck me, and my body exploded into the kind of instantaneous orgasm I had felt certain had to be pure fiction.
My eyes closed, my mouth open, I let out a scream of pleasure, mingled with the agonizing soreness of my whipped bottom that somehow only added to the hot ecstasy. The liquid fire traveling through my veins shook my body nearly as forcefully as Papa Bear's pounding thrusts behind me, the shuddering and jerking so violent it felt like my bones would come apart.
The orgasm went on and on. I heard a scream emerge with every spasm of my greedy sheath around the colonel's huge cock, every pressure of its soft-but-also-hard head against my cervix, the pain and the need and the delicious, tormenting release renewing itself again and again.
"There you go," I heard Baby Bear say from somewhere outside the deep fog of sensation that had enveloped me.
CHAPTER 16
Goldilocks
Much closer, right behind me, I heard my new Papa growl, and I felt it too, his whole body seeming to rumble with it. Impossibly, his manhood seemed to get even bigger, even harder inside me. His driving hips became even more urgent, his lap slamming into my backside with so much force I could hear a slap almost like a spank each time. Every thrust brought a new growl, and I thought I could feel him nearing the cliff of his own climax, intent on consuming me entirely in it, using me up forever.
I felt a hand on my cheek, gently stroking me. Confusion took what was left of my rational mind for a moment, because I knew where my Papa's hands held me, and I had forgotten the world beyond my eyelids. I opened them to see that Mama Bear had stooped down a little to place her hand on my face, and — much more surprisingly and confusingly — that she wore a gentle smile.
"That's it," she murmured when she saw me looking back at her. "Come for Papa."
I did, instantly, my biggest climax yet, bucking and writhing in the colonel's grasp, each surging movement of his rigid penis inside my bringing on a new wave of pleasure. Papa's growling got fiercer, and I felt certain he would come, wished desperately he would come, inside me.
He stopped suddenly, though, with his manhood deep in my pussy. I sobbed with a mixture of relief and unquenchable need, squirming against his firm lap, feeling the marks of his cane anew.
"Time to share our princess," he said, his voice thick with his interrupted pleasure.
Then I cried out, because in a single fluid motion, as if it were the easiest thing in the world, Papa Bear swung both his own body and mine to the side. He kept his cock in me, still impaling my pussy, as he sat up on the side of his terribly hard bed. He moved his hands: his left arm came across my chest to support me and his right hand went down between my thighs to cup me there, ensuring that I stayed where he so obviously thought I belonged, on his huge, rock-hard manhood.
"You liked Baby Bear's bed, didn't you?" he asked me.
Whimpering with the terrible excess of sensation his sudden movement had brought, I nodded frantically. I looked wildly around: Baby Bear had moved, going across the room to his bed, where he stood with his own enormous erection in his hand. Mama Bear was going that way too, her green phallus swaying threateningly with each step. She reached the master sergeant's side and turned back towards me, and then both of them watched with hungry smiles on their faces as Papa stood up, hoisting me into the air by my pussy.
I heard submissive whines come from my mouth with every step the colonel took, but my mind had traveled so far into space that it seemed like I could listen to them calmly. As that distant observer, I seemed to watch the naughty princess, who had found the cocks that could fill her up so perfectly, each of them huge but somehow also not too big, all of them hard but not too hard — even Mama Bear's frightening green plastic one.
My Papa walked towards the bed I had chosen for my wanton display just that afternoon though it seemed like years ago. He carried me like a doll — Like a sex doll, though, I thought as I felt a hot blush creep into my cheeks despite all the humiliation I had already received, a fuck toy on her Papa's hard cock. He took me off his cock at last, and I cried out at the sudden emptiness. He tossed me onto the bed, and I somehow had the presence of mind to confirm that, yes, Baby Bear's bed had to be the most comfortable one I'd ever lain on.
The colonel had spun me in the air, perfectly, so that I landed on my back, looking up at the three of them, each one standing over me on a different side of the bed. Baby Bear was on my right. Mama Bear stood to my left. Papa Bear, his long, stiff penis glistening with the wanton sheen of my pussy's pleasure, faced me at the foot of the bed.
