“Come here,” her mother ordered. It took several seconds for her to actually move, but she managed to take the steps across the room to stand before her. “I told you to stay downstairs in your room. You didn’t. What do you think your punishment should be?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” She held back her tears, knowing from the look on her mother’s face they wouldn’t help her.
“Did you enjoy what you watched?” The man seemed to be laughing at her.
It was the first time she allowed the idea of Duvall to enter her mind. Yes, she knew he was there but she’d been so frightened she’d almost forgotten about him.
“I was curious,” she said, not lifting her head to look at him.
“She is beautiful, or will be when she’s presentable.” Duvall laughed.
“Yes she will be. In a few months I’ll put her on display and sell her to the highest bidder. After that, well, you know.” Her mother didn’t finish her sentence.
“Did your curiosities get answered?” Duvall asked.
Finally, she turned to him. She’d created the situation so she might as well get all the information she could. He was beautiful. He had dark-brown eyes and light-brown hair. His face was covered with a full layer of hair, trimmed close to show the line of his jaw.
“No, sir.” She wasn’t prepared for him to laugh outright.
“What don’t you understand?” He reached his hand toward her, and she hesitated. Her mother pushed her forward, making her stumble before him. If he hadn’t caught her by the waist she would have fallen at his feet. As it was, the warmth of his hands around her waist sent a strange thrill through her. “Now, what don’t you understand?”
“Any of it. Why do you need two women and a man?”
“Because I was in the mood.”
“Oh,” she muttered.
“Your mother tells me you’re untouched. Is that the truth?”
“Yes, sir.” She swallowed hard, surprised Phoebe actually claimed her as kin. Bettina knew there had to be a reason for the admission but didn’t ask. “Only the doctor touched me when I arrived.”
“Are you afraid of what will happen to you? Do you assume a man will hurt you?”
“Yes, sir.” Bettina swallowed hard but felt this was the only chance she’d have to actually speak for herself. “I’m afraid of being hurt. I’m afraid of being touched in front of a room full of strange men.” She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. “It’s strange enough to think of one man touching me in that way, but to be used in front of a group is terrifying.”
“What would you do to avoid that happening?”
Duvall smiled at her. “Relax. From the look of you’ve a bit of time before that happens.”
“Yes, sir, but it will still happen.”
“Yes, it probably will. Tell me what you’ve learned spying on your mother and her clients.” He settled back in his chair and crossed his left ankle over his right knee, staring at her.
“I’ve learned that women have to let a man put their penis anywhere they want.”
“Tell me where they want to put it.”
Her mother cleared her throat, and Bettina remembered she was in the room. Until now, she’d been enthralled with this man and the way he looked at her. At the small smile he let slip.
“Captain Duvall is talking to you. Answer him or I’ll have to beat the answers out of you.”
“Relax, Phoebe. Don’t frighten the child.”
“She’s not a child anymore, Captain. She’s a young woman who doesn’t mind her mother. I have every right to beat her for any reason.
“Yes, but then she’d be soiled and men wouldn’t want her. Besides, you don’t want her to cringe at their touch. If she’s to follow in your footsteps, she should be comfortable with men. Now, talk to me. Tell me of your fears.”
“I’m afraid I’ll choke if a man puts his penis in my mouth. I’ve seen how some of the men force the women to take more than they want to.”
“What else do you fear?” He sipped from his wine and offered her the glass. She shook her head no.
“I fear a man pushing his penis into my body, especially my behind.”
“Would you believe me if I told you one day you’ll come to like those things happening to you?”
“I don’t know, sir. It seems the rest of the women enjoy it sometimes, but not always.”
“What would you rather happen?”
Bettina knew she should keep her mouth shut but couldn’t. “I wish I could get married and have a home, a husband, and a real family.”
Her mother laughed in the background, and she turned to look at her, seeing only evil in her expression. “Only cultured women get married, Bettina. Don’t think a little twit like you will ever have a husband.”
She didn’t remember most of the names and which faces they went with, only that she knew she was on display. From the looks of the other women, she made a good impression. It was simple, of course, with Stewart or Gaston always at her side. She said little, smiled too much, and could only think about getting home.
Once they were there, she couldn’t stop talking about the party. It was a beautiful restaurant, the first she’d ever been in. Finally, she ate with gusto, feeding her empty stomach as they reminisced about their evening. At last, she knew the time had come for her to be fully with her men.
“Thank you both for tonight. It was lovely to be out in a beautiful gown with you both beside me.”
“You did wonderfully,” Stewart told her. “I’m very proud of you.”
“So am I.” Gaston added a bit more wine to each of their glasses.
“Would you mind if we went upstairs now?”
“Are you tired?” Stewart asked with a smile.
“No. I want to become a woman in all ways. You’ve waited so long for tonight. By rights, I am yours to use in all ways.”
“My cock has been hard since I saw you at the top of the stairs tonight.” Stewart smiled. “I’m ready to initiate you.”
“I almost came when we got there and they took your cape. You have an amazing figure, Bettina. Everyone there was envious of both of us. I agree, we’ve waited long enough.”
“You go ahead up. We’ll be with you shortly.”
“But don’t undress. We want to do that tonight.” Gaston gave her a short nod, and she left them in the dining room.
“I’ll be waiting.” She slowly walked from the room and remembered to hold her head high as she walked up the stairs. Back in her room, she looked at her reflection and was pleased on many levels. She hadn’t embarrassed either man tonight. She looked beautiful, and better yet, it was finally time to become their woman. She noted the bedding had been turned back, ready for her to crawl into.
When her bedroom door opened, she turned to watch the men enter. They had both stripped off their formal clothing and only wore trousers and their shirts. She smiled at them and walked past them, locking the door. Stewart tossed a rag onto the bed.
With a boldness she didn’t know she possessed, she went back to the mirror and unpinned her hat. Then she shook out the style Amy had forced her hair into, letting it fall in soft waves down her back. She turned and stood before them. There was no doubt that both her men were ready for her. Their trousers were tented from their hardness. She licked her lips and walked before them. Then she dropped to her knees and reached a hand to each of them, stroking their lengths through the material of their trousers.
Gaston stood tall, his legs a shoulder width apart, as did Stewart, and he let her stroke them. “Please take these off,” she said and rose before them. She pulled Gaston’s shirt wide open to show his chest beneath and ran her hands along his skin. Then she turned to Stewart and repeated the process. “It would help if you both dropped your trousers.”
She watched the men drop their pants and sighed as she lowered before them a second time. With a hand on each man’s belly, her fingers roamed across their skin, feeling the slight differences between them. Both men had a thin layer of hair covering their chests that led down to their cocks. Leaning forward, she licked each man several times before changing back to the other.
Using her hands on them, she became bold and took more and more of each of their lengths between her lips. It wasn’t something she thought about in advance. It was simply that she wanted to pleasure them. Apparently she was doing this right because both men’s cocks were growing longer and thicker. The more she licked at them the more they seemed to like it. With a new willingness inside her, she entrapped their cocks with her mouth until she felt each man throbbing against her tongue. Bettina tried to mimic the way they sucked her nipples. She held their swollen lengths between her lips and made swallowing motions, pulling them further down her throat.
Gaston shook when she did it to him, and he reached down, helping her to stand before them. The men smiled at her and, with nimble hands, undressed her until she stood naked before them. When she thought she’d be afraid or embarrassed, she was only anxious for them to start.
“Go and lie on the bed, Tina, with your knees bent as we showed you last night.” As the past night, each man came to lie beside her, stroking her and sucking her nipples. Gaston moved from her breast to between her legs and began licking her pussy. She knew she was already moist and they’d find her pussy puffy with need. Touching them as intimately as she had made her excited in a new and fulfilling way. She was beginning to accept this wasn’t a problem. The men seemed to like her being forward. It wasn’t what she expected, but she liked this better than having to submit as the women back in Providence did. She was a willing participant and sighed as he used his finger inside her, stretching her wide. When he pushed a second finger in her, she moaned at the new clasping motion her body made, drawing the digit deeper.
“Are you still sure?” Stewart asked her.
“More than sure. I need to feel you both inside me. I need you to take my virginity and use me as you want to, as you really want to without being afraid to scare or hurt me.” Bettina drew a breath and slowly let it out. “I need, Stewart.”
“What do you need, Bettina?” Gaston asked, glancing up from between thighs with a devilish grin on his wet, shiny lips.
“I need for you to satisfy this heated feeling inside me.”