4 comments/ 28636 views/ 17 favorites Fallen Princess By: MyDarkQueen "Princess," said one of the rebels sardonically as they removed the hood from her face. Princess Genevieve blinked, taking in the dismal dungeon briefly before drawing herself to her full height. "Princess?" one of the other rebels replied, "No, she's not a princess anymore. The kingdom has fallen." "Lies!" Genevieve spat, "I demand you return me to my castle at once!" The rebels laughed, "You're not in a position to give orders anymore." One said. "Yeah!" Another piped in, "From now on, you're taking orders." Panic burned in her stomach as she noted the way they were looking at her. "Once the troops get here you shall all be beheaded!" One, the leader, stepped forward slapped her across the cheek. She let out a whelp as she tasted blood in her mouth, momentarily stunned. No one had ever laid a hand on her in her life! "Your troops aren't coming, whore." He growled. "It wasn't too easy to overpower them. Most were so fed up with your royal assholes that they went willingly to our side. Now, are you going to accept your new lot willingly, or are you going to need some persuasion?" Genevieve drew herself back up to her full height again, hoping they could not tell how hard her heart was beating. His breath smelled horrible, making the thought of whatever he had in store for her all the more alarming. "The monarchy will never fall!" she maintained. Any minute now, her guards would come to save her. Any minute! She wanted to look at the door, but she instead she made unflinching eye contact with the rebel. She was a princess, unflappable and untouchable. And she was not going to let them forget it! "The monarchy has fallen, whore." He growled, his breath causing tears to well in her eyes, "You are not a precious princess anymore. Now, you are a slut." Genevieve's stomach curled distastefully as she drew away from him. Still he continued, "From now on, your three holes will be put to good use keeping us satisfied." He grinned as several of the other rebels laughed, "How much you like it, or dislike it, doesn't matter. Because you're a slut now." "I'm a princess!" Genevieve maintained even as she flushed red with anger, "And you shall pay for speaking to me so coarsely!" "She doesn't understand, Kris." One of the other rebels said. "We'll just have a fun time breaking her then." Kris said. "Now, slut, take off your clothes." "I do not take orders!" Genevieve said, hoping her voice sounded more steady then it was. Kris grabbed her harshly, pulling her across the room as the other men hooted. She heard cries of, "Punish her!" and "Make her weep!" Her stomach flipped as she wondered what he was going to do for her. She glanced at the door. Certainly the guards would come bursting in and save her from whatever humiliation the rebels had in store for her! Kris sat on a bench, and brought her down over his knee. The image of Karen, her whipping girl, being drawn over the knee of Max flared in her mind and her panic surged. They weren't going to spank her like a common girl, where they? "You're not allowed to disobey orders, slut." Kris said. "And when you do, this happens." He brought his hand up high in the air, and then down upon her ass. Thankfully muted through her dress and panties, Genevieve felt humiliation more than anything else. Her cheeks burned and she struggled back up. Kris swiftly pinned her legs with his and one of the other rebels grabbed her arms as Kris hit her again. "This bad little slut isn't taking her punishment well." Kris said. A roar rose among the rebels. "Bare her ass!" "Spank her good!" Genevieve struggled again, but it was no use. Her stomach seemed to evaporate as Kris said, "Bare her ass? Seems a good idea. This is too easy on her." "No!" Genevieve screamed, but it was useless as he grabbed her skirts and lifted them up her back, exposing her blue silk panties. "No!" she groaned, mortification coursing through her as he grabbed them and as started to pull them down. She wrested a hand free from the other rebel and tried to pull them back up. Kris slapped her hand away, "No, slut!" One of the other rebels walked behind her and yanked them down to her ankles. "Be a good slut and take your spanking." He crooned. Genevieve attempted to kick him, but Kris swiftly tucked his legs over hers, pinning them down, leaving her bare ass exposed and at his mercy. "Don't, please, don't." she started begging. The rebels laughed, "Already begging, are we?" Kris jeered, "You little bitch." He said as he brought his hand down on her, hard, causing her to yelp with pain. "You never showed your subjects any mercy. Now be a good slut and take your spanking." He ended his speech with another slap. Genevieve felt tears form in her eyes as she waited nervously for the next one. It came, hard and stinging. She wondered how it came to this as he hit her ruthlessly, the pain burning, the humiliating crushing. She was a princess! How could this have happened to her? "Look, she's crying." One of the rebels said, "Do you think she's learned her lesson?" Kris laid her hand on her bare ass menacingly. "Well, slut?" he asked, "Ready to treat us to a strip tease?" Genevieve took a deep breath, realizing that her reply was only going to cause more pain. Still. "Never." She said defiantly. "Ralf." Kris said, "Hand me the paddle." Fear seized Genevieve as Ralf handed Kris a hard, wooden paddle. "No..." she breathed. "Too late." Kris said, "You need to be punished. You're being a very bad slut." "She's just bad at everything she does." Ralf said, "She was a horrible princess, now she's a horrible slut." Genevieve tried to take a few deep breaths to ward herself against her rising panic. He was going to hit her with that paddle! He was going to hit her bare ass with the paddle! The air teased her already stinging ass malevolently. She looked again at the door, wondering when the guards were going to save her. He brought the paddle over her ass, letting her feel how solid it was. She started to struggle again, and he raised it high and brought it down hard. Genevieve screamed, her body rising from his knee with the shock of the pain. He brought it down again. And again. Soon the sounds of the air were mingled with the jeers of the watching rebels, the screams of the former princess, and the whacking sound of the paddle on her ass. How long did the spanking last? A minute? Ten? An hour? But at last Genevieve could take no more. "I'll do it!" she screamed, "I'll do it!" "You'll do what?" Kris asked as he brought the paddle down again. "I'll take my clothes off." She said. He lifted the paddle and brought it down. "Try again, slut." Genevieve thought for a moment too long, earning her another slap. "I'll obey." She said meekly. "Damn sure you will." He said as he brought the paddle down one more time before throwing her off his lap. She landed harshly on the ground, her ass still stinging, her dignity in tatters as the rebels surrounded her. "Stand up." Kris barked. She merely wanted to lay on the cold floor and sink into it. But she got up, her legs wobbly as she shivered. "Now, take off your dress." Genevieve closed her eyes and nodded, and moved her hands to the zipper on the back and pulled it down. Her dress slackened, and fell from her, revealing herself to the leering eyes of the rebels. Fallen Princess Ch. 02 "My, what big tits she has." Ralf commented with a whistle. "Makes up for her fat belly." Another jeered. Genevieve wanted to cry. "Fat royals, getting plumper and plumper as our families starve." Kris said. "I wonder if she'll squeal like the pig that she is when we poke her." A fourth jeered, causing Genevieve to go red in the face. There was no way, not with a dirty common rebel! But as she looked at the door, she realized that her time was running short. She had already been whipped like a commoner and was now naked and on display like a harlot. Even if she was rescued at that moment she would have to live with those humiliations, including that of having her guards view her nude body. But as she looked at the hungry faces of the rebels, she realized that if her guards didn't arrive soon, then her body would be defiled. Panic bubbled through her. Her, raped by a gang of filthy rebels? The thought was repulsive! But as she gazed terrified at the men surrounding her, it was all too obvious that several were sporting erections. Some were openly touching themselves, getting ready. "Turn around, whore, I want to see how red your ass is." Kris commanded. She wanted to tell him to go to hell. But she also didn't want to be spanked again. Her butt was still smarting from the beating she had received. Swallowing her pride she turned around as the rebels cheered. "Well done, Kris! That is a well spanked ass." One said. "That has got to hurt!" another commented. "So nice and red." "Look at that look on her face! Oh, she wants to tell us off! You can see it in her eyes." Another noted. "Too bad for her she's following orders now, Jeremy!" "Yeah, how does it feel to do things you don't want to, bitch?" Kris asked. "We've been having to do it all our lives." Genevieve said nothing as she bit her tongue so badly it bled. Kris frowned, walked up to her and slapped her ass again. She screamed, "What did I do?" "You didn't answer my question. How does it feel?" "I hate it!" she snarled. The rebels laughed, "Looks like she still has some spunk in her." Jeremy said. "It's time to fuck it out of her. Bitch, get on the table." Kris commanded. Genevieve started to breath raggedly. This wasn't happening! This wasn't happening! If she got on the table she would be raped, but if she didn't she would be back over Kris's knee. There had to be a way out! The guards surely would come in now and rescue her! But the guards didn't come in. Instead Kris smacked her again on the ass. "I said get your fat ass up on that table!" Tears erupted as she looked at the bare wooden table. It was old, uncomfortable looking. The veneer had been completely worn away and it looked itchy and splintery. Nothing so coarse had ever touched her skin. Still she moved towards it and sat on the edge, her ass screaming in agony as she did. The rebels crowded around her as Kris commanded, "Spread your knees, and show us your cunt." Genevieve sobbed as she spread them, her face red. "Scoot back and put your feet at the end of the table. I want a better look at your filthy slut hole." Reluctantly she scooted back, moving so her feet were on each corner with her legs bent, giving the men a better look at her private parts then she had ever given anyone. She could feel their gaze on her and felt as though she would die from embarrassment. Was it possible to die from it? If death claimed her now, it would be far better than going through what they planned! "Spread those pussy lips." Kris barked as he lifted a light and shone it, giving them all a better view. Horrified, she put a finger between her lips and parted them. "Now play with yourself. And you'd better do a good job, otherwise you won't be wet for us." Pay with herself? In front of them! But it was that or another spanking! "Such a dirty slut!" Jeremy called as she touched her clit. "Look at her go! Looks like the innocent princess has a dirty side." Ralf said. "Fallen princess." Kris corrected. "If she ever was a princess. A proper one wouldn't know how to play with herself." Jeremy said. Genevieve's stomach twisted even as she continued her show. How dare they!? "Oh, she was a slut masquerading as a princess, no doubt." Kris said with a malicious grin. "Time to put her back in her place. You ready for me?" Genevieve groaned as her stomach did a somersault. She would never be ready! Still, Kris undid his pants and moved towards her. Genevieve wanted to scream and run, but she stayed put, unsure if she should stop playing with herself or not. "Move your hand." He commanded, and she took it away and gripped the end of the table hard, ignoring the splinters that bit her fingers. As he positioned himself she wanted to vomit. As he pushed himself in she felt herself die on the inside. "How does it feel to be defiled by a common man?" he asked, his breath unpleasant. She shook her head. It was her first time and she felt as though he was tearing her apart with his dick. "I hate it!" she yelled. "Still, you have to take it, whore. Your holes are for our pleasure now!" He said as he moved his hips back before ramming into her again. She cried out as she tried to pull back from him, but he grabbed her hips and kept her in place. His lips moved to her nipple, and he bit down on the tender flesh. The fear she had over getting another spanking vanished under the real pain that was unleashed. "Stop! I order you to stop!" she screamed. "Looks like she isn't broken yet, Kris." Jeremy commented. "Good, this cunt is such a bitch I was wanting more time to break her in before the parade." Kris said as he pounded into her. Parade? What did they mean by parade? It was driven out of her mind as Kris lifted her legs and pushed them back so that her bottom was more upturned and he could pound her more harshly. In response she started to scream. "She sure does squeal like a pig!" Jeremy noted as he laughed. "Someone shut her up!" Kris barked. "Gladly." Ralf said as he undid his pants. Genevieve continued to scream as he moved towards her and pulled her face to him, forcing his dick into her mouth. Later, she wasn't sure why she did it. She just reacted. He'd put his dick where she didn't want it, and in a place where she had sharp teeth. She bit him. "Bitch!" he screamed as he back handed her. She let him go as he slide down to his knees. The other rebels laughed menacingly. For a brief moment, she felt a small measure of pride for defending herself. But it quickly evaporated with one look at Kris, who looked as though she had made his day. She felt all of the heat leave her as she realized just how much he was enjoying hurting her, or the prospect of hurting her. And now she'd given him a reason to punish her further. "Well now, slut, it appears as though you haven't realized your place yet." He said slowly. "I'm sorry." She sputtered as he continued to pound into her, "Please, I'm sorry, it just happened!" "Things don't just happen, slut! When a man sticks his dick into your hole, you pleasure it! Got it?" Genevieve nodded as tears spilled from her eyes. "Yes." She whispered. "I don't think you do." He said as he continued to pummel her, "Which is why we're going to teach you a lesson." Another spanking? Or something else? What could be worse than another spanking? "Get ready, slut, I'm going to shoot my load into your filthy hole!" he warned. Her eyes widened as she realized she'd much rather him continue to fuck her rather than to find out what her punishment would be. But soon he seized her hips, and she could feel him pulsing repulsively inside of her, filling her with filthy rebel cum. She groaned in disgust as he pulled away, grinning sardonically. "Ready, whore? Because this is gonna hurt!" Fallen Princess Ch. 03 There was a flurry of activity as the rebels swarmed around her. From beneath the table chains were dragged up and her wrists were forced into cuffs on opposite ends as two metal towers appeared down where her feet were. Genevieve's breath started to come in great gasps as she tested the chains. They were tight and did not allow her arms much movement. She wanted to ask why she was being chained down, but something was wrong with her voice. It was no longer working. "Spread her wide." Kris commanded. Instinctively she forced her legs together as tightly as she could. Jeremy laughed as he grabbed one ankle while another rebel grabbed the other and they started to pull in opposite directions. "No..." Genevieve finally managed to whisper in a voice that did not sound like her own as she shook her head. Jeremy laughed as another rebel grabbed her ankle to help him pull, "Should have thought of that before you bit Ralf, bitch!" With a great heave they tore her legs apart and started to tie each ankle to the pole. "You will rue the day..." she started, stopping only when she was backhanded by someone at the head of the table. "No one gave you permission to speak, whore." Kris said as he folded his arms across his chest, obviously enjoying the show of her kicking and trying to break free. Her efforts were futile. Soon each ankle was secured tightly to a pole and the rebels stepped back to admire their handiwork. Her legs were spread in a complete 180 leaving her thighs aching and her pussy on complete display. Jeremy smiled, "Look, she hates this, she's still trying to close her legs." "Bastard!" she spat. "We're just giving you your comeuppance, whore." Kris said as he handed Ralf something that Genevieve could not make out. "Since you got bit, you can be the first to bite back." Genevieve wanted to melt into the table as Ralf grinned vindictively. Bite back? Then her face contorted in horror as he held up what Kris had given him, a black, ragged clamp. She was filled with the horrible realization they were going to use it on her. Ralf moved towards her, "Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" "Please," she begged as he placed two fingers between her pussy lips and parted them. "Please!" she begged, her voice rising by an octave. Certainly not there!? "I-I'll be good, I'll suck you gently..." "Oh, you will, bitch." Ralf said as he found her clit and pulled. Genevieve wilted as he opened the clamp and moved it over her clit. "After you have been thoroughly punished." "No!" she cried, and then he released the clamp on her clit. Pain surged through her as she screamed, lifting her head up to bang it on the table several times. "Take it off! Take it off! It hurts!" The rebels laughed, "It's supposed to hurt!" Jeremy yelled, "Otherwise it wouldn't be punishment!" Genevieve thrashed as much as she could, bruises forming on her wrists and ankles where she was cuffed. But that was minor compared to the pain radiating between her legs. "Take it off, take it off!" "Now you know what it's like to be bitten!" Ralf said. "Tale it off!" she screamed, her voice growing hoarse. "We haven't even begun." Kris said, and suddenly the door shot open. For one heartrending second Genevieve thought help had finally arrived and she would be saved. Her heart sank as the rebels started to greet someone enthusiastically. Genevieve turned her head away from the door. If it wasn't help, then she was not particularly keen to see who was joining the rebels to witness her ignominy. "Kris!" a booming, echoing voice shouted. Genevieve bristled. There was something familiar. Still, she did not turn her head and did her best to keep from screaming. She did not want to draw attention to herself. "Robert!" Kris replied, and Genevieve realized why the voice was familiar. It belonged to Robert Nottingham, the leader of the rebels. Genevieve felt hatred spread towards him as she turned to look at him to stare at him vindictively. "How is it going, breaking her in?" "Slow." Kris said as Robert moved to view her better. Genevieve seethed under his gaze. How humiliating to be so vulnerable and exposed before ones worst enemy! "She's a fighter." Robert moved his face towards her legs, "What's that on her clit." "She's being punished for biting." Kris explained. Genevieve bristled over being talked about like a naughty child. "You will never get away with this! You will rue that say you attempted this mad power grab..." She screamed as Robert squeezed the clamp. "Empty words from a desperate woman." Robert spat, "Your father the king is dead. Your sister is coming much farther than you on her slut training, she's already taking it in the ass like a pro. Your kingdom has fallen, and you will spend your days serving me in the palace you once used to rule." Genevieve stared at him with hatred burning in her eyes as Robert started to undo his pants. Not with him! Once more she tried to close her legs, but the restraints were too strong. He worked himself out and forced himself into her. She hit her head on the table once more as she let out a cry of anguish. "Fight if you like." Robert said as he pummeled her harshly, the clip biting sharply into her with each thrust. "But in the end you're still going to be fucked by me." "Damn you!" Genevieve spat as tears burned hotly down her cheeks. Robert growled as he finished, and pulled out of her ruthlessly . "Keep up the hard work." He said, patting Kris on the back. "Do your best, the parade will be in two days." Genevieve lay spread eagle and lifeless on the table, burning with indignation over being fucked by the man responsible for turning her kingdom against her. Her vision seemed to be tainted with red as she thought of revenge. But soon her attention was brought to more pressing matters as Kris placed another clamp on her labia. Genevieve cried out as he attached a string to the clamp and tied it to the pole that secured her leg, stretching the skin of her lips. He attached two more clips to her right one, before attached three to her left, stretching her lips wide. Genevieve had merely thought she had been exposed before, but it was nothing compared to now as the rebels gathered round to stare into her body. "Look!" Jeremy said as he pointed, "You can see his seed in her!" Genevieve's face burnt with humiliation as the rebels laughed. "Who wants a turn?" Kris asked. Genevieve laid her head back, not wanting to see the line that was forming. Soon one had torn into her, the clamps biting into her labia as it stretched cruelly to barely allow the thrusting movement. As he finished and another took his place Genevieve wondered how long it would be until she was torn asunder. Her world narrowed to pain and humiliation. How long did it last? Minutes? Hours? But finally Kris walked over to her face to look her in the eye. "You ready to give Ralf a personal apology?" Some part of Genevieve wanted to continue to resist. But that voice was drowned under the crushing weight of the pain still coursing through her pussy. She wanted this torture to end. "Yes." She said. "Yes, sir." He corrected. Genevieve bristled. So now she was going to have to refer to that filthy rebel as 'sir?' But she desperately wanted the clamps removed! "Yes, sir." She said. Kris smiled, "Take them off." Genevieve did not anticipate the pain that would come as the clamps were removed. She screamed mightily, hitting her head on the table yet again. Eventually it subsided and became manageable and the rebels undid the restraints. Genevieve sat up, her body aching in protest. She wanted a warm shower and ice pack and a soft bed. But it now seemed as though those luxuries were denied to her forever. Slowly she got off the table and walked over to Ralf and got down onto her knees when she reached him. "Please accept my humble apologies." She said, cringing on the inside as she opened her mouth and took his dick inside of it and started to suck him off. Fallen Princess Ch. 04 "Wake up, slut." Kris barked as he walked in, "Time to face day two." Reluctantly Genevieve opened her eyes. After being tormented the previous day she had been allowed to sleep. She had hoped that when she woke she would have found her circumstances miraculously changed, but it was not so. Someone threw a crust of bread at her and sat a tureen of water at her feet. "Eat quickly." Kris said as she sat up, the bundle of towels that had been lathered with a healing solution shifting between her legs, moving awkwardly as she did so. She did have to admit, the medicine had done its work. She no longer felt torn and sore. Unfortunately it could do nothing for her battered pride or dignity. As she grabbed the bread and started to bit into it she became aware of another need. She could not remember the last time she had gone to the bathroom. Not wanting to get into trouble she wolfed down her meager meal and washed it down with the water provided, not daring to complain about how dirty it was. "Sir," she asked meekly when she had finished, blushing furiously, "Where is a place for me to use the bathroom?" Kris grinned maliciously, "Right here." "I-in front of you?" she repeated, scandalized as the rebels laughed. "Yes." Genevieve looked away, "I don't have to go anymore." She lied. Kris grinned as he grabbed her wrist, "Fine. But you will once we're through with you." Genevieve's stomach flipped as she raced to keep up with him as he continued, "We've got to get you ready for your ass fucking." Internally, Genevieve groaned as Jeremy asked, "How are we gonna get her ready?" Kris reached the table and let go of her hand, "We've got to clean her out first." Genevieve did not understand, but the rebels did as they started talking excitedly amongst themselves. Then she noted the length of rubber tubing, funnel, a nozzle, and bucket filled with water on the table. The only thing she could not make sense of was the bit of cork lying there. Her face recoiled in horror, but she didn't dare protest. Who knew what perverse cruelty they would invent to punish her should she? Jeremy laughed as he patted her on the shoulder, the gesture causing her to cringe with its mock sympathy. "She understands now, don't you? Not looking forward to it, are you?" Genevieve shuddered. How could she look forward to having an enema in front of these thugs? "Hey Kris," Jeremy said slowly, "I've got an idea." "Oh?" "We give her fifteen minutes, and if she can blow three men in fifteen minutes without spilling one drop of cum, then she can have some privacy when we remove the cork." Genevieve paled as Kris asked, "What's in it for us?" "The honing of her skills? Lord knows she needs the practice." There was a murmur of agreement from the rebels, along with lewd comments on how unsatisfactory her blow jobs were. Suddenly Kris wretched her around to face him, "You hear that bitch?" "Three men in fifteen minutes, sir." She repeated. "And?" She blushed, "I don't spill one drop of cum." "Not one drop." He clarified, "Or you're releasing your load of shit for the whole room to see. Understand?" Genevieve nodded, "Yes sir." She said, feeling weak and doubtful that she could do it. Blow three in fifteen minutes? It seemed to take an eternity just to get one to cum in her mouth! "Get on the table then, slut, and get that ass in the air." Feeling ill, Genevieve did as asked. "Raise that fat ass higher." Kris barked, and she complied. "Good." He said as he walked behind her and started preparing his supplies. Genevieve felt strangely detached as she lay on the table with her ass in the air, waiting. She was snapped out of it when she felt something cold and foreign slide into her asshole. She closed her eyes and braced herself as Kris lifted the funnel, now connected with the tubing and held the bucket over it. "I hope you like it," he said sarcastically, "It's my own special blend of soap and cayenne pepper. It might sting a little, but we really need to get you good and clean." And without further notice he started pouring. Genevieve cried out. Sting a little was an understatement! She writhed as the fluid filled her and the pressure built. Soon she felt full, but he continued to pour in more water. Just how much more could she take? But what choice did she have? Defeated, she gritted her teeth and bore it. Finally he finished. "How are you doing, slut?" "It stings!" she cried as beads of sweat formed on her face. "Good." He said as he removed the nozzle and replaced it with the cork, sealing her tight. She groaned. She was going to have to endure this for fifteen minutes? "Do we have our three volunteers?" Kris asked. "Here." Jeremy said, indicating three of the grimiest men Genevieve had ever seen. "Off the table, slut." She felt as though she would burst. Still, she managed to get off the table, wondering if she should just relinquish the remaining shreds of dignity she had and shit in front of them all. Fifteen minutes! "Timer starts when I say 'go.' And remember, not one drop of cum." Kris said. Genevieve nodded as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "I understand, sir." And to buy herself as much time as possible she got down on her knees before the first one and undid his pants, wandering the whole time how she had been reduced to this in so short of a time. How could she have let them beat her down so thoroughly? "Go!" Kris barked as she grabbed the rebel's erect dick, thankful that he was standing attention, and started to suck him off as if her life depended on it. Before she put the minimal effort into her blow jobs. But now she sucked greedily, wanting him to cum as soon as possible, wondering what it was that men liked. Nervously she stole a glance at the rebel to note any change in his expression that would provide a clue as to what she needed to do more of to make it feel good so he would cum sooner. Now that she had trod down this path she would hate for it to be for naught. There was no going back now, she was going to have to get all three of them to cum, and fast! "Look at her go!" Jeremy observed, "She's giving head like a real slut now, except, stroke his balls, slut. It will help." Would it? Tentatively she reached a hand up and lightly touched his sack. Instantly the rebel gasped and started to come, and Genevieve worked hard to swallow, to make sure that no drop was spilled as another rebel leered at Jeremy, "Whose side are you on? I want to see her loose her shit!" Careful to make sure she got every drop she slowly released the first rebel, and then crawled over to the second, the fluid burning within her, the pressure nearly unbearable. "Ten minutes!" Kris cried as she undid the next rebel's pants and worked him out, her eyes widening. He was big! Still, without further thought she enveloped him in her mouth, as deep as he would go without choking her. "I want a piece of action." Someone said from behind her, and then her eyes widened as a rebel grabbed her hips. This was not part of the bargain! But if she protested, she knew they would not stop the clock... The pressure on her rectum was such that she felt as though she would explode if anything further was applied to it. But cruelly the rebel shoved himself into her pussy. Pain lanced through her, diverting her mind from the man she was blowing. After the loss of a few precious seconds she regained herself, and started to stroke his balls, hoping that magic would strike twice and he would cum. While he groaned appreciatively, he didn't cum. Genevieve took him in as deep as she could, ignoring the fact that doing so made her gag, as she silently pleaded with him to cum as the man behind her pummeled her relentlessly. "Five minutes!" Kris called. Genevieve's eyes widened. She was behind now! She worked harder on the man within her mouth. She could not lose! Finally he came, filling her mouth with cum. She swallowed quickly, hoping she got it all and she left him and tackled the third man, pulling herself away from the one fucking her pussy. As she undid the third's trouser, the one fucking her caught up to her and slapped her on the ass, "I wasn't finished with you!" he screamed. Genevieve didn't care as she started to suck the third one as Kris called, "Three minutes!" She massaged his balls as she sucked as though her life depended on it, ignoring how sore her mouth was and the pain and pressure that resumed as the rebel started to fuck her from behind again. Silently she pleaded with the rebel in her mouth to cum, and quickly. "Two minutes!" Please! "One minute!" Please! And finally in answer to her unspoken prayer he came. Genevieve slumped in relief as she swallowed his sour, salty seed, making sure to get every drop as she pulled away and Kris called, "Time." The rebel behind her continued to pummel her painfully as she slumped forward in relief. She had done it! As soon as that rebel behind her was finished she would be given the wonderful privacy of the bathroom to conduct her private business in. Dimly she was aware of Kris inspecting the men she had blown as Jeremy commented, "See? What better way to teach her to give good head? Robert will be pleased." Kris came over and lifted her head by the hair, inspecting her face as the rebel behind her finished. He wiped his finger around her mouth and brought it up for her to view. "See this, slut?" She blinked, not comprehending. "It's cum, on your lips." He said remorselessly. Her stomach turned as beads of sweat continued to pour from her brow, "No, sir, it's spit." "And there's cum all over Benji's trousers." Kris continued, indicating the second rebel she had blown. Genevieve shook her head, "I was distracted, being...being fucked in my pussy, that wasn't part of the deal." "We write the rules, not you, whore!" Kris roared. "Get on that table and get ready to shit in front of everyone." Genevieve shook her head, feeling betrayed, "No!" she screamed, forgetting her fear about incurring further punishment, "No! I did as you asked! I earned my right to use the bathroom!" "You didn't earn shit!" Kris barked as the rebels surrounded her and lifted her, moving her towards the table. It couldn't have been for nothing! Genevieve could hardly believe that she had sucked three of them off so willingly for nothing! "You gave it a good shot, slut, but you didn't make it this time." Jeremy said, in a voice brimming with false condolence. Genevieve spat at him and she was manhandled onto the table, her arms tied down, her legs placed into stirrups. Hatred boiled within her, and she felt horrified that she had ever let herself be defeated as a pan was placed beneath her and a light shone between her legs as the rebels angled for the best view that they could get. She didn't even try to hold it in as they removed the cork. The pressure and burning pain hurt so much that it would just be harming herself more to spite them. But as the fluid came pouring out of her, punctuated with embarrassing farts and groans from her, she vowed never to be so cooperative again. No matter what they did to her.