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Papa Nicolai laughed, and all his henchmen followed suit. The warlord put his right hand just below mine on my upper thigh, pushing hard, opening me even further—spreading me wider than even my Advanced Guidance daddies had ever done. He clearly wanted to make this fucking feel like a punishment, perhaps for looking over at Papa Georg. I couldn’t take my eyes from his hard manhood, but even from my brief experience with this evil man, I knew the cruel look that must occupy his eyes as he gazed down at the upturned pussy he meant to use.
My hips bucked upward; it felt for an instant like a betrayal—like my body in its raging bad girl need had disobeyed Papa Georg… but then, at nearly the same moment, I could feel his eyes on me, watching me obey him… watching me see Papa Nicolai’s cock press its tip against my clit, so that I cried out with the ache inside me, clenching hard, my vagina spasming in desperation.
Papa Nicolai chuckled, and again I didn’t need to see his face; in that brutal mirth I heard how completely he had fallen for Papa Georg’s brilliant ruse. He lowered the head of his hardness and pushed it gently—teasingly—against the hole I needed filled with more intensity than I thought I had ever needed anything in my life.
I clenched again… my hips jerked again, my pussy attempting shamefully and shamelessly to take the evil warlord’s manhood into it. Papa Nicolai pulled his cock away, murmuring something in Russian that could only be filthy and belittling. Heat surged into my face as the men around me guffawed, but I knew that Papa Georg had no laughter in his mouth; I knew the smile he must wear—the smile a kind papa gives a good girl when she does terrible things to please him.
Papa Nicolai brought his penis back, pressed it against the opening, so that I whimpered.
I heard Ivan’s voice. “Make her beg, bozhe.”
“Ask for it, whore,” said Papa Nicolai’s voice, in his version of the voice of authority.
I knew Papa Georg understood, but I still felt my blush get even more intense as I realized that it didn’t matter in the slightest if Papa Nicolai didn’t have the real skill necessary to use the voice. I would have begged if it had been Ivan’s cock, or Vassily’s, there at the needy entrance to my pussy.
I felt my face crumple, and a sob burst from my throat, as I remembered that soon it would be… and they would make me beg, too.
“Please… please…” I whimpered. “Please, Papa.”
Again I tried to keep Papa Georg in my mind while I looked down my body at the thick cock that belonged in my good girl hole, as my Advanced Guidance daddies had sometimes called it. That thought made the ache so much more intense that I clenched again, just as Papa Nicolai gripped both my thighs and thrust in hard, so that I screamed with the terrible mingling of pleasure and arousal and discomfort.
