The Gingerbread Dungeon (9 page)

“Now what do we do with you…”

Anna looked up, startled, to find Morden standing in front of her, stroking his enormous cock with his hand.

“I bet I could fuck you in a way that would hurt, Goldie,” Morden said, as she stared in fascination at the way he worked his cock. “Even Baby Bear over there sometimes has trouble taking me up his ass, and I suspect he’s had lots more practice. What do you think, Goldie?” He roughly grabbed her by the hair and tilted her eyes up to meet his own. “Do you think it would hurt?”

Anna whimpered and nodded. Morden’s cock was far larger than anything she’d had in her ass before. She didn’t even know if it would work.

“Let’s find out,” Morden said, and then picked her up and draped her over the arm of Greg’s chair.

Anna heard him spit on his hand, and then felt two of his fingers roughly working their way into her ass. It felt good, and it felt even better when he dipped his other hand between her legs to gather some of the fluids there and use them for more lubrication.

Morden fucked her with his fingers for a while, eventually adding a third, pushing and twisting inside her body to open her up.

“Your ass is so tight,” he said, as he pulled his fingers out. “I can’t wait any longer to get my cock inside you.” Then he covered himself with more of her juices, mixing them with his own pre-cum, and moved his cock up against the pink rosebud of Anna’s ass to push himself inside.

Anna whimpered at how much the pressure hurt, as Morden worked to find an angle at which he could push himself in, and finally she gave up and cried, “It’s too big! I can’t take it, your cock is too big.”

“Well, I’m going to fuck you somehow,” Morden said, “and I’ve seen what you can take in your cunt, so why don’t we see how it fits there.”

With that, he pulled back from her ass, briefly wiped his cock with the tail of his shirt, lifted her hips with his hands, and roughly shoved himself deep into her cunt.

Anna screamed as she came.  His cock was larger than any she had previously been fucked with, and it both hurt and felt glorious as the breadth of his body stretched her open.

“You said if I make her come enough, eventually it will become a bad thing?” Morden said as he fucked her with long, deep strokes.

Anna was shocked to hear Heinrich’s voice coming from right beside the chair. “If you work her clitoris,” he said. “The more you make her come that way, the more oversensitive and sore it will become.” He laughed. “Eventually she’ll be begging you to stop.”

“Really?” Morden asked, lifting her hips to find an angle with which he could fuck her even more deeply, slamming against her cervix with every stroke and making Anna gasp. “Let’s see.”

As he brushed her clitoris with the rough pad of his thumb Anna gasped and orgasmed hard around his cock, but then began to feel uncomfortable when the movement of his finger didn’t stop. After a few moments, her arousal overcame her discomfort, but the second time he brought her to orgasm the almost painful feeling of his finger moving against her sensitive nub refused to go away. She nearly gasped in relief when he finally came inside her.

“That always takes longer in a girl,” Morden said, slapping her ass as he pulled out. “I never do seem to find them as satisfying.”

Anna took deep breaths of relief as he stepped away from her, until she heard him ask, “Do you think we’ve punished her enough?”

“I don’t know,” Heinrich’s voice now came from behind her. “Lets see what her reaction is to this,” and as he gently tickled her clitoris the sensation made Anna orgasm once again.

“Nope,” Heinrich said. “That was too easy, and she didn’t even wince in pain. This is going to require more work. Let’s see if she can take me up her ass.”

Even as Anna whimpered at the thought, Heinrich smoothly slid his slender cock deep into her ass, still open from where Morden had worked her earlier. His cock almost felt too small inside her after the pounding she had just taken, but the sense of delicious naughtiness she always felt when a man took her from behind actually aroused her enough that even when Heinrich moved his fingers around to start playing with her clitoris, it just turned her on more.

“This isn’t working.” Heinrich sounded annoyed, even as his cock continued to stroke inside her ass. “Baby Bear, come here.”

“Do you think you could stay hard if I had you fuck her?” Heinrich asked Greg when he had moved beside the chair.

“I’m so ready to stick my cock in something that at this point I could probably stay hard if you made me fuck a goat,” Greg said. “What do you want me to do?”

“Get on the chair.” Heinrich pulled out of Anna’s body and she slid down onto the floor in relief.

“Now you…” Heinrich yanked Anna up by the hair. “I want you to climb onto his cock, so that you’re facing him with your knees on the sofa and your ass facing me.”

Anna did as he instructed.  She couldn’t help but whimper a little at the sensation of Greg’s strongly curved cock sliding into her until her pelvis pressed tightly against his, and his wiry pubic hair rubbed uncomfortably against her sore clitoris.

“Not bad,” Greg said, thrusting into her a few times and making her gasp. “I could get used to this every once in a while.”

“Just hold her there for a second, will you?” Heinrich asked, and Anna gasped to feel his cock slowly working its way back into her ass.

This time, his cock didn’t feel too small.  It felt just right as he slowly began to thrust, and Greg’s body echoed him, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall of her body that barely held them apart. Anna had never been fucked like that before, and she began to come all over again, both from the sensations of the two of them penetrating her and the simple idea of what they were doing to her body, what it must look like.

Then, Heinrich moved his fingers around to her clitoris once more, and Anna screamed, “No,” because it did hurt. She was so sensitive that every time he rubbed or squeezed the firm little nub she came again, and each time she did it hurt more. The more she screamed, the harder and faster the two men moved inside her, until she was begging them to stop. Still, she kept choosing not to say peppermint, and so they continued for what felt like hours. The whole experience was overwhelming, agonizing, and, in a strange way, wonderful.

Heinrich was the first to come, his semen like fire blasting deep inside her bowels, but he stayed lodged within her, playing with her clit and making her scream until Greg came too, and then they both pulled out and left her gasping and weeping on the floor.

“See?” Heinrich said. “Orgasms as punishment.”

Anna could hear the smile in Heinrich’s voice as she lay on the floor trying to pull herself together.

“I’ll have to remember that,” Morden replied, and Anna felt his strong hands wrap her curled-up body in a blanket and then place her in the big chair.

While Anna slowly recovered from her punishment, she heard the men talking and laughing as they went about their normal lives around her. Heinrich’s voice was caring, but stern. Morden’s frequent laughter caressed her like the blanket she was wrapped in. And, after a while, she began to recognize the lilt that showed up in Greg’s voice every time he was about to say something that was going to earn him a smack on the head. She found the sound oddly comforting, and from the way Greg always seemed to be asking for it, she suspected that he did too.

They really are a family,
Anna thought, and she allowed herself to doze off in the chair.

When she woke up the next morning, the three bears were eating breakfast. Heinrich smiled at her and gestured, so she pulled on her clothing and joined them at the fourth chair. The porridge he served her was piping hot, and he also handed her a glass of ice-cold cream so that Anna could make it just the way she liked it.

The four of them talked of inconsequential things, and Anna found herself surprisingly, and quietly, happy. She smiled at the way Morden would casually touch Heinrich’s cheek across the table, the other man leaning into it in an unspoken affirmation of their love. She laughed with the others whenever Greg said something that got him smacked by one of the older men. She ducked and giggled when she earned a smack herself, and when Morden and Greg went off to do their work – inviting her to come back any time – she stayed to help Heinrich do the dishes and straighten up.

As they cleaned, they talked.

Anna told Heinrich wild stories of her adventures at the Satyr’s Staff, and he shared sweet ones of his times with his former wife, before he’d met Morden and fallen in love. 

She declaimed a practiced, comic rant on the trials of living with her mother, and he told her the tale of how one day they’d found Greg passed out on their doorstep, drunk and mumbling something about an escaping gingerbread man. He went on to describe how perfectly the young man had fit into their lives, and, as he’d glowed with the love he felt for his family, she’d laughed and listened until she realized that leaving wasn’t something she could put off any longer. Then she’d hugged Heinrich and put on her shawl to go home.

As Anna walked away, she realized something strange. She wasn’t sad to go. She wasn’t disappointed by the fact that the bears weren’t her family, and it wasn’t because she had any hope that they would one day be. She knew that she would be able to visit, and play, and have some sense smacked into her when she needed it, but they didn’t really need another “kid” in their lives, not when they had Greg. And that was okay.

Anna knew that, regardless of whether she ever saw the bears again, they’d given her something special. For the first time in a long time, she truly believed that one day she might find someone who liked her just for her – not because she was a trophy, and not because she was a challenge. Maybe, she thought, it wasn’t discipline she’d wanted but acceptance.

The life the three bears had built together might not be her destiny, but it had taught Anna something important. Love and happiness weren’t things people found by looking only in the expected places. They could forge their own unique and wonderful families. It was up to her to make her own happily ever after.

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Boots

Once upon a time, there was a miller who had three sons, a pedigreed donkey, and a bonded servant who was pledged to him for ten years to work off her family’s debts. A quiet, kind old man, he was neither poor nor wealthy, just successful enough to feed his family, and when he died the eldest son inherited the mill, the middle son took possession of the ass, and the youngest son was stuck with the servant.

It would be safe to say that he was not pleased with the situation.

“What am I to do with a servant?” the youngest son railed as he paced up and down the earthen street onto which he and the servant in question had been summarily turned out. “My brothers can combine their inheritances to maintain the comfortable life of our childhood, while I am left with no place to live, a tiny amount of gold, and given the added burden of an extra mouth to feed.”

He looked at the servant where she stood patiently beside the road watching him, a slender golden-skinned beauty with her thick black hair pinned tightly to her head. “Not that I don’t think you’re a lovely person, Maya, but I wonder if I could give you back.”

“Oh don’t be an idiot, Johannes.” Until that point, Maya had been perfectly happy to watch her favorite of the miller’s sons rant and moan. However, while she had long-ago come to accept that her social status was little more than property, she took great offense at being considered valueless.

She stalked up to the young, blonde man and poked him in the chest with a finger. “Have you ever known me not to be clever?”

“Well no,” Johannes said, backing up towards the hedge in response to the strength of her finger and the intensity of her amber gaze.

“Have you ever known me not to be resourceful?” Maya’s grin was almost predatory as she continued to press him towards the side of the road.

“You make a fair point, but….” he stumbled as the hedge snuck up behind him and he found that he could retreat no further.

“You need merely give me a sturdy pair of boots and a whip, and I will prove to you that you have gotten the best part of your father’s estate after all.”

“Does that mean you have a plan?” Johannes suddenly looked hopeful. Ever since Maya’s indentures had been sold to his father three years before, he had always been impressed by her amazing schemes.

“Not yet,” Maya admitted, stepping back to look thoughtfully down the road, “but I will.”

“I don’t know,” Johannes mused, “it might make more sense for me just to sell the remaining seven years of your services to someone else.”

“Really, Johannes?” Maya grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him through an opening in the hedge, before pushing him down to his knees. “You really want to live without me in your life anymore?”

“I was just thinking about the finances…” Johannes’ words trailed off and his eyes widened as Maya slowly began to pull up the hem of her skirt, exposing inch after inch of firm golden skin until he was certain that she was wearing nothing underneath.

“You really want to spend the rest of your life without tasting my sweet pussy again?” Maya asked, watching the bulge at the front of the young man’s pants begin to swell.