The Gingerbread Dungeon by Elizabeth Thorne

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