The Winners and the Setting

Mira helped Silke off the bull. The straps came undone. The dildo slid out of her, wet and glistening. Silke’s legs trembled as she touched the ground again. Mira didn’t wipe her hands. “Are you going to pay your debts? Three cocks can come inside your pussy. As a little fan service.”

Silke nodded. Without negotiating. Mira liked this slightly submissive attitude. No more price haggling. No trade-off photo. Just the “yes” that remained after three orgasms.

“We have a few options now. You could go to bed with three guys. That’ll get messy fast. Or we could try out a new piece of sex furniture. You’d be the passive one. The three of them would fuck your pussy and your mouth. They’d cum inside your pussy.”

Silke shrugged. Truth be told, she didn’t want either. And yet she did. Her body was still up for it. Her mind was too slow.

“Make up your mind quickly.”

Again, no reaction. Mira looked down. Silke’s juices were still glistening on her inner thighs. That perpetually horny little thing. Just you wait. I’ll get you. Mira pulled a coin out of her pocket.

“Heads, the block. Tails, the bed.” She tossed it. Heads.

“Okay. Next question: Ass in or out?” Heads. “No.”

Silke was relieved. A shred of control she didn’t deserve but took anyway. She changed calmly. No more everyday clothes. A red, half-open bra, no frills, her breasts soft inside it. Garter belt. Stockings. Ankle boots. Nothing below but her bare, swollen crotch. Mira pressed a plug with a bunny tail into her hand again. “Here. So your ass is protected.”

Silke bent over. Gel. The plug slid into the tight hole. The fur settled between her cheeks. Wicked Bunny, she thought. Then Mira led her into the room.

In front of the window, on a rotating platform, stood the punishment block. Wood. Padding. Leg restraints. A ring for her head. Mira showed her a photo. That’s how you’re supposed to lie down. Peter had said: If you lose, you have to play along. No begging. Don’t make her any stronger. So she did it. Chest on the cushion. Hips bent. Legs spread wide and held tight. The bunny tail pointed toward the glass. Her pussy lay open, still wet from the dildo, her lips swollen. Mira fastened the mask to the block. Her mouth remained accessible, her face did not. Identity secure. Ass secure. Nothing else.

Then Mira brought the three of them in. On the left, a blond student, in his early twenties, nervous; his cock was medium-sized, pink, pointing straight up, the head bare and already wet. In the middle, an older guy with a belly and a wedding ring; his cock was shorter, thick, uncircumcised, the edge of the foreskin glistening. On the right, a dark-skinned guy from the sports field next door—long, dark, with a thick vein running down the shaft, heavy in the hand. He’d only sent a picture. All three pulled down their pants. Three different cocks in front of Anna’s open mouth and open pussy.

“Thank you so much for joining in.” Mira smiled. “Anna, would you please say thank you, too?”

Silke repeated the sentence Mira had prompted her with. Her voice sounded muffled through the mask, not quite real.

“Thank you for watching me. Thanks for your cock photos. That really turned me on. Now I want you to use my mouth to clean your cocks and make them hard. And then fuck me. Please cum inside me. As a thank-you, you’ll get photos of your cocks in my mouth and pussy.”

Mira was proud. It still didn’t sound quite real. The guys only had one thing on their minds anyway.