Free Shared by the Barbarians by Emily Tilton Page B

in the general’s antechamber had nearly gone. With a little shudder she realized that must mean her husbands would feel free to discipline her on her bare bottom now, as they taught her to be a good wife, in their bedroom and in their village, where public punishment and public fucking seemed to be part of the way of life.
    The shudder grew more violent as she obeyed Pag and spread her bottom open. Kar immediately put the tip of the plug to her tiny ring, and she gave a cry of alarm, but he pushed gently, and she resisted.
    Hed chuckled. “Let me have a try, little brother,” he said. The trainer left her alone for a moment, but then it was back, firm and unyielding. “Jalinda, I require you to listen to me. Open yourself like a good girl,” Hed said gently, but in a tone that made Jalinda shiver with the knowledge that he would not accept anything but her obedience.
    “You have to push, sweetling,” Kar said. “That will open you up. You’ll practice this every day until our wedding night, so that when the time comes you’ll be ready to take what you have to take, all night long.”
    Hed pushed harder, and Jalinda cried out in alarm. “Please… is there… is there a smaller one?”
    “This is the smallest one, Jalinda,” Pag said patiently. “Soon you will be trained with a much bigger one, to make you as pleasurable as possible.”
    Somehow that thought—the image of the much bigger trainer—taught Jalinda how to push and yield. Hed pressed the trainer in with a little grunt of satisfaction. Jalinda whimpered to feel it filling her, opening her, and she kept whimpering as Hed fastened the chains, two in front and one in back, to the trainer.
    In the cockpit, on her knees, she sucked the huge barbarian cocks that they made her suck. The three brothers laid a blanket on the metal floor and told her to kneel on it. Then they stood in the cramped space, not quite touching, in a semicircle, their cocks in their hands, pumping them gently as if to show Jalinda what a man liked.
    Pag stood in the middle. “Come here, girl,” he said, “and taste the cock of a real man.” He held her head firmly in his hands.
    As he thrust in and out, pushing the head of his cock all the way to the back of Jalinda’s throat, he said, “Reach up your hands and pleasure the cocks of my brothers, girl. You must learn how to keep your husbands hard and ready to fuck on a three-cock night.”
    Tentatively, and fearing lest she do it wrong, Jalinda reached up and for the first time felt the demand of a man’s hardness in her hand. She tried to rub the way she had seen them doing with their own hands, even as Pag seemed intent on making sure he trained her mouth thoroughly, surging in and out and making Jalinda’s eyes water.
    “Is she good?” Hed asked.
    “She’s trying,” Pag said. “You take a turn.” He pulled Jalinda’s mouth off his cock, and Hed took her head firmly in his hands and pushed himself deep inside her, so that for a moment her eyes widened and she looked at him with a pleading anxiety.
    In her bottom the plug burned in her tiny flower, as it opened and prepared her. Around her waist the belt—the very idea of the belt, somehow—made her whole body quiver with shame.
    Then Kar’s turn came, and then she had to have Pag’s hardness in her mouth again, until with a shout he spurted his seed onto her tongue, for her to swallow even though it tasted bitter. The three of them tasted different, to her surprise. Did Kar’s seed taste sweet, somehow?
    When she had swallowed all their seed, they raised her up and bent her over the pilot’s seat, and fondled her plugged bottom. One pressed firmly on the plug to make her cry out while another held her cheeks in his huge hands, and the third caressed her breasts. Jalinda hung her head, eyes closed, wondering how this could possibly be called discipline, since it felt so good.
    “Should she come for us, with her training belt on?” Kar asked.
    “No,” Pag