Free The Gingerbread Dungeon by Elizabeth Thorne

surface inside her, pushing and prodding before pulling his fingers back to resume his fucking motion. “But now that you did…. No.”
    Anna whimpered and moaned as Greg pulled his fingers out and then replaced them with two fingers from each hand, reaching deeply inside her body and then pulling her inner walls open – first top to bottom and then side to side.
    “This is fun!” he said as she gasped for breath, desperately trying not to have an orgasm from the strangely erotic sensations. “I bet I can fit my whole hand inside you!”  Then he pinned her down with his left hand and slowly started to work his right hand into her. In short order, he was fucking her deeply with four fingers, petting the inside of her cunt as he moved in and out and then, when Anna was certain she could take no more, he folded his thumb in between his fingers and pushed his whole hand inside her.
    Unable to help herself, she orgasmed, and Greg yelped. “Hey! That hurts!”
    Anna could hear Morden laughing from across the room.  “It’s not pleasant for your hand,” he called, “but occasionally it feels nice on your cock.”
    “You could have warned me, Daddy,” Greg pouted as he slowly eased his hand from Anna’s body, giving her another orgasm as his fingers finally left her.
    “You looked like you were having such a good time.” Morden stepped over to the table, his extremely large, thick cock still hard and wet from where Heinrich had been sucking it. “I didn’t want to stop you.”
    “She came without permission, Daddy!” Greg had a spiteful look on his face as he looked down at Anna. “Twice.”
    “Is that true, Goldie?” Morden asked.
    Anna nodded. “I’m sorry, sir.”
    “As for you, boy…” Morden kicked the chair out from under Greg, knocking him to the floor and startling Anna so much that she let go of her ankles. “We don’t like tattle tales around here. Do we?”
    “No sir!” Out of the corner of her eye, Anna could see Greg on his knees on the floor kissing Morden’s feet as he apologized. “I’m sorry, sir!”
    “I think you both need to be punished.” Morden smiled and then gestured to his long-time companion. “Don’t you agree, Heinrich?”
    “Oh I do,” Heinrich said. “I definitely do.” Then he picked Anna up off the table and dumped her on the floor next to Greg. “We have two very bad children here. Some sort of discipline is called for. ”
    “Well,” Morden said thoughtfully, looking down at Greg where he was kneeling on the floor. “The standard punishment for telling tales is washing your mouth out with soap.”
    Anna saw Greg’s face screw up in disgust, and she couldn’t help wondering if the face he was making was from experience.
    “And normally if he comes without permission, Baby gets locked in the chastity belt so that it hurts if he gets hard,” Heinrich spoke from behind Anna’s back. “But that doesn’t work nearly as well with a girl.”
    “What do you suggest, darling?” Morden looked at Heinrich over the two younger people’s heads. “You know more about girls than I do. After all you used to be married to one.”
    “What?” Greg gasped out the word, and then shut up when Morden slapped him hard enough across the face to leave a red print on his cheek.
    “With girls you basically have two good choices for an equivalent type of pain,” Heinrich said, ignoring both Greg’s outburst and Morden’s response. “You can either fuck them in a way they don’t like, or you can give them so many orgasms that the orgasms themselves become a source of pain.”
    “What do you advise?” Morden asked.
    Anna found herself ridiculously turned on by the clinical way they discussed her potential punishment.
    “Somehow,” Heinrich replied, “I suspect there aren’t that many ways that Goldie here doesn’t like to get fucked. Are there, Goldie?”
    Heinrich knelt down beside Anna. “We know you like getting your cunt filled, how about taking one in