More Than a Forfeit

You want to protest, Harry already had his turn. Etta is owed an orgasm or a battle, but if Harry was anything to base her strength on, Spinarak doesn’t stand a chance. But all protests go unheard or unheeded. Your voice blocked by Etta’s crotch over your mouth, and Harry’s strong hands stop you from wriggling away.

“Dear, please pay attention,” Etta says with a flick to your forehead. You try your best, sticking out your tongue but your mind drifts lower as a wetness coats your virgin asshole. Etta flicks your forehead again, her hips shifting to grind her pussy across your face.

You squeal into her sex, as Harry pushes into you. Your vision goes white in pain as he forces his way inside you. “You’re such a cute crier,” Etta purrs, her finger draws across your face. You can feel the wet trail as she scoops up your tears. “Mmm,” she moans sucking on her tear soaked finger. “Harry dear, if you would, please pick up the pace.”

“For you, anything.” And he does, the pace immediately doubles. His cock spears in and out of your depths. You try and squirm away, but the two of them have you pinned in place.

Etta grinds against your face, using you as little more than a toy. You try to please her, licking or sucking when you can focus, but each time you try a new pain shoots through your body by Harry’s cock.

You’re about to give up, just let Etta ride out her orgasm on your face, let Harry wreck your ass, just hold on. Then they stop, all movement ceases, Harry’s cock just barely in your ass, Etta’s clit pressed to the tip of your nose. A phone is ringing.

“Cass,” Harry says, “yes, absolutely. We’re on our way.”

“What does he want?” Etta sighs, standing up. Your hips drop to the ground, as Harry releases your hips. Your ass gapes from the removal of his cock.

It’s over, you’re not sure why but it’s over. Etta is carefully redressing, tucking her shirt back into her pants. You lay there, waiting for them to leave before you pull yourself back together, or fall apart completely. Before you crawl back to Hector and Lars.

“Harry dear, you carry the bag, I’ll grab the pet,” Etta lilts. You glance up seeing your bag fly through the air to Harry. Your heart flops in your chest, but it’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over.

Etta bends down, her hand wrapping in your pastel pink hair. You’re **** to your feet, “Please,” you beg. Your lips still taste of her, your ass still burns, your legs are weak. “Please, just let me go.”

“Oh dear,” Etta chortles, “You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine.” She pulls you in close, her hand in your hair and her lips come to yours. You wince as she bites your lip pulling away.

She laughs on the way back, forcing you back and forth by her handhold on your hair. You stumble left and right, even falling once or twice.

“Don’t get too attached, she’s cute, Cass might want her,” Harry drawls.

Etta harrumphs, “She is too cute.” She stops you in your tracks, pain searing across your scalp. “Should we bust up her face?” she contemplates, while holding your cheeks forcing your lips to pucker like a Magikarp. “What do you think dear? She’d still be quite cute with a scar,” she runs her thumb down from your forehead, over your eye, and down your cheek.

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart sinks into your stomach, and tears blur your vision. Harry places a hand on Etta’s shoulder, he kisses her cheek, “Don’t you remember Helena?”

Etta’s face sours, “Oh dear, you’re right, as always. She looked dreadful after all that.” She releases your cheeks and you fall to your knees. She laughs, “Pet, we don’t have time for blowjobs, we’re needed elsewhere.” And you’re once again dragged to your feet.

“Please, let me go,” you beg again.

You squeal in pain as Etta’s hand slaps your ass. “No more of that, Pet.” The other people dressed in matching black uniforms stare as Etta walks you through camp towards a large tent near the center. You try to cover your nudity, but Etta pulls your arms behind you when she notices. One hand in your hair, the other wrapped around your wrists.

“Sundance!” a booming voice calls out as you’re pushed into the tent. “What ya got there kiddo? A pretty little thang, huh?” He’s sitting at a desk shirtless, broad shoulders and a square jaw. When he stands you can see the same pinstripe pants that Harry and Etta are wearing, with suspenders hanging free at his side. And the bowler hat sits on his desk.

Harry’s shoulders tighten in front of you. Etta’s nails dig into your wrists. They obviously aren’t his biggest fans.

“Cass!” Harry puts on a friendly voice, his arms out to embrace the other man and the two men hug it out. With their arms around each other’s shoulders, Harry turns their attention back to you. “Found her snooping outside camp.”

“And she was naked?” Cass asks, as he jostles Harry at his side.

“We might’ve had a tad bit of fun with her,” Harry drawls, putting on a smile that could melt hearts.

Cass pulls Harry down into a headlock, “I figured as much, kid.” You watch as they wrestle back and forth a little. You’re confused a bit by the kid nickname, they look fairly similar in age. “She any good? You looking to keep or we selling her off?”

Harry finally breaks free of Cass’s hold. “I was thinking of keeping her,” Harry says.

He looks you up and down, his gaze makes your skin crawl. “Don’t blame you on getting something fresh, Etta’s looking a little frazzled, hair all over the place.”

Etta releases her hold on you, pulling out her phone. She checks herself in the camera. A single loose strand hangs free of her tight crown of braids, barely visible from under her hat. She blushes as she tucks it back into place. Cass cackles at Etta’s expense. If she hadn’t suggested cutting your face, you’d maybe feel sorry for her.

“You’ll have to let me try her out sometime, but I ain’t seeing any reason you can’t keep her,” Cass says, putting a hand out for Harry to shake. Etta lets out a short excited squeak, and you watch Cass pull his hand back before Harry could shake it. “Now, what was that?” Cass smirks, “Tell me Sundance, you want the girl or does Etta want her?”

Harry’s smile turns down, “Well, I want her, Etta’s just excited for me, ain’t that right?”

Etta swallows hard, “Yes dear, I’m just so excited.”

“If you’re so excited, then you wouldn’t mind spending the week in my bed, while the kid breaks in his new toy, now would ya?” Cass says getting up in Etta’s face. You can feel the tension as the three of them stand still, each of them daring the other to answer.

“Cass,” Harry growls.

Cass turns his attention to the other man. “Come on kid, a week with your girl is more than fair payment, or I can keep the new one.” Harry and Cass stand with their faces inches apart, you’re not sure if they’re about to kiss or fight.

“Keep the girl, Etta’s mine,” Harry says, and storms off dragging Etta behind him.

“Sundance, hold up,” Cass chuckles, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. “There was official business to be done. The drill broke down, I need you to fly to HQ and pick up the new parts, the grunts are digging by hand in the mean time.”

“Fine,” Harry huffs, and guides Etta out of the tent.

Cass turns to you, “Now howdy, little lady. The name’s Butch Cassidy but you can call me Sir. You understand?” Your legs are shaking in fear, his presence unsettling you. Is this going to be worse or better than being with Harry and Etta? He smacks you across the face, pain stinging in your cheek. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer. Do. You. Understand?”

You rub your reddening cheek, “Ye-yes.”

His hand wraps around your throat, just barely letting you breath, “Yes, what?”

“Ye-yes, Sir,” you croak, and he drops his grip.

“Good girl,” he says, lightly tapping your smacked cheek.

3 Days Later

You’re tied down to Sir’s table once again. You bite into the ball gag, as the buzzing tattoo machine bites into your hip. You angle your head to check the progress, hoping that he’s nearly done. He’s just wrapping up the final Y in “Property of Butch Cassidy.” Your left thigh features a large red R for Team Rocket.

A grunt rushes through the flaps of the tent, his eyes washing over your nudity as he catches his breath. “Admiral Butch, we’ve broken through.” Sir turns off the machine, the tail of the y remains unfilled.

He undoes one of your wrist restraints, giving you the nod that means undo the others yourself. “Get delta squad to tear down the auxiliary tents. Golf squad will stay behind on guard duty. Have the Sundance Kid meet me inside.”

Sir leads you through camp by your leash attached to the black metallic collar around your neck, the only piece of clothing you wear most of the time. The cave floor isn’t the most comfortable on your bare feet, but you know better than to complain. The large drill is pulled aside, a couple grunts make way for Sir and yourself to enter the crack in the wall.

The other side is dark. “I’m here,” Harry— no Sundance, you don’t want to slip up in front of Sir, says as he ducks into the dark cave behind you.

“Light it up, Sundance,” Sir says.

Castform appears and the cave ceiling ignites in brilliant sunlight. You see walkways, stairs, platforms, and countless unlit torches scattered around the cave. It’s obviously been renovated for people to traverse the cavern.

Sir smiles at you, “Welcome to Victory Road, my pretty little Flower.”