Chapter 13: Penny submissive reward.


The dining room emptied in a slow, satisfied trickle. Terri watched the last of the candles gutter in their glass holders while Amy’s ecstatic song still echoed somewhere in her chest.

She would have to say, this was the most interesting night of her life.

She’d covered scat festivals in Mumbai, suspension dungeons in Berlin, a latex-wrapped orgy in a decommissioned submarine—none of it had dismantled her the way this kitchen had.

The honey. The butter. The way Lucy’s body had answered the basting brush before her mind could form a word.

Penny slid back into her chair with a thump that made the wine glasses jump.

“Wasn’t that the most amazing show you’ve ever seen?”
Her voice was too loud. Her eyes were too bright.

Her dress—that ridiculous, two sizes too small dress—had ridden clear over her hips, and the bare, shaved pussy beneath it caught the candlelight like a dish being presented.

The gold barbell winked. A silver-haired man at the next table stopped mid-conversation. His wife’s mouth curved into something that was not disapproval.

Terri’s hand moved before her brain caught up. She hooked two fingers into Penny’s waistband and tugged the hem of the dress downward, smoothing the fabric across her thighs with the brisk efficiency of a mother fixing a careless child.

“You’re practically giving the diners dessert.”
Penny’s smile didn’t dim. If anything, it widened.

“Are we still going to your place?”

“Yes. We just need to pay the bill. I believe we got everything we need for the article.”

Terri motioned toward the server station, and Vicky materialized with her sleek knot of blonde hair and her conspiratorial smile.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Very much so.” Terri pulled out the company credit card.

“I haven’t paid for our meal.”

“No need. It’s all taken care of.” Vicky stacked their salad plates with a practiced clatter.

“Master Philip made arrangements with your magazine. LeFem Delish advertising space in your next issue.”

“Perfect.” Terri’s thumb rubbed the embossed numbers on the card once before she tucked it away.

Five thousand dollars, comped. Frank was going to do a cartwheel.

They gathered their belongings—Penny’s camera case, Terri’s satchel—and wove through the departing guests. Comments floated past them in fragments.

Did you see the mud? The way she clenched around was fucked by all four?

“I want to come back and become a meal. I want to volunteer.” A young girl around 20 if Terri had to guess, speaking to a much older gentleman who looked to be her grandfather. But most likely a lover.

The night air hit Terri’s face like a slap of cold water. She breathed it in. Held it.

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The car’s interior smelled of leather and Penny’s vanilla perfume and something muskier beneath both.

“I can’t stop thinking about Lucy.” Penny’s voice filled the dark cabin, rapid and bright. “The way she acted when Victor slid her into the oven. She was so eager to go in. Like she’d finally found the one thing she’d been looking for.

Even Cindy—did you see her when Bard pulled out the carving fork? She squeaked and then she pushed back into it. She wanted more holes. More marks. More everything.

I want that. I want to be that sure about something.” Penny’s dress slipping up. Made it easy for her to play with herself while reminiscing of tonight’s advents.

The streetlights slid across Penny’s face in slow, gold stripes. Her glasses caught the glare and flashed opaque.

Terri has concluded that Penny is a text book Nymphomaniac. A pencil could turn her on.

Penny continued talking.

“The soup family. Oh my god, the soup family. Mrs. Boilermaker’s hand on Bobbi’s knee like they were waiting for a bus, except they were naked and pink and simmered.

I got a shot of their heads as well. It’s going to be my favorite shot. Mother and daughters heads in a row, and they looked peaceful.

Like they’d solved some problem the rest of us don’t even know we have.”

Terri’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Her panties—the plain black cotton ones, the last dry pair—were sticking to her folds.

Penny’s voice was doing something to her. The way it tripped over syllables when she got excited. The way she said pot and simmered and inside me without any barrier between the words and the wanting.

“And the Lost Explorer. Amy. When they folded her into that ball, when they dropped her in the mud.”

“Did you hear her scream when she sent inside the boiling oil?—I thought I was going to come right there taking pictures.”

“My legs were shaking so hard.”

The car rolled to a stop at a red light. Terri looked over. Penny’s thighs were spread open, her hand rubbing herself below the hem of that useless dress, her chest rising and falling in short, audible bursts.

“You’re going to make me pull over,” Terri said.

“Do you want me to drive?” Penny asked not grasping Terri’s comment.

“No silly’ I want you to stop making me horny while I drive.”

Penny laughed half apologizing before tasting her pussy soaked fingers.

The light turned green. Terri hit the accelerator harder than necessary.

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The brownstone’s porch light was on. Terri noticed it before she noticed the silhouette in the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, duffel bag slung over one arm.

Her stomach flipped.

Markus.

He stepped into the light as they climbed the steps. His suit jacket was wrinkled from the flight, his jaw shadowed with stubble, his dark hair mussed in a way that looked deliberate because everything about Markus looked deliberate.

Six-foot-two. Blue eyes that crinkled when he smiled. Hands that had learned Terri’s body years ago and never forgotten a single lesson.

“You’re home early.” Terri’s voice came out steady. Her pulse was not.

“Flight got moved up. I was going to surprise you.” His gaze slid to Penny, who was hovering one step below, short dress slightly askew, still riding higher than any dress had a right to.

To Terri’s surprise, Penny actually attempt to scoot the dress down. Not out of embarrassment, more of an attempt to look presentable.

“And who is this scrumptious little lady?” His eyes not leaving her form.

“Just my horny little intern. I brought her home for a little fun.”

Terri unlocked the door and stepped aside. “Would you like to join us?”

She didn’t ask Penny. She didn’t need to. Penny’s eyes had gone wide, her lips parted, her breathing shallow—the same look she’d worn when Terri had bitten her nipple in the bathroom stall.

Eager.

Greedy.

Yes already written across her face in neon.

Markus dropped his duffel. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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The bedroom was dark except for the amber wash of the streetlight through the blinds. Penny stood in the center of the rug, naked now, her dress and socks and shoes discarded in a trail from the doorway.

The bite mark on her breast was still purple. The silver rings through her nipples glittered. Her hands were clasped behind her back without being told.

XXX

Terri buckled the harness around her hips. The strap-on jutted forward—ten inches, rippled and bumpy, the silicone catching the light like something alive. She stroked it once, twice, watching Penny watch her.

“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

Penny scrambled onto the mattress. Markus was already behind her, shirtless, his cock thick and dark against his belly, a bottle of lube in his hand.

He caught Terri’s eye and smiled—that slow, wolfish smile that meant he understood exactly what kind of game they were playing.

Terri climbed onto the bed in front of Penny. Fisted a hand in her ponytail and pulled her head up. “You’re going to take everything we give you.”

“Yes Mistress.” Penny knew the game, they were going to have their way with her and she was all for it—needed it!

“My cock in your pussy. His cock in your mouth. And you’re going to thank us for it. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Penny’s voice was barely a whisper.

The strap-on found Penny’s slick entrance. Terri pushed, and the bumps and ridges of the silicone dragged against Penny’s inner walls in a single, long stroke.

Penny gasped.

Her mouth opened. Markus filled it before the gasp could become a word.

Terri fucked her with short, brutal thrusts. The harness pressed against her own clit with each stroke, a grinding pressure that built and built and refused to break.

She watched Markus’s hands tangle in Penny’s hair, watched Penny’s throat work to swallow him, watched her back arch and her ass tilt higher, asking for more.

“You little whore.” Terri pulled out. Reached for the paddle on the nightstand—leather, wide, well-worn.

The first smack landed across Penny’s left cheek. Penny moaned around Markus’s cock.

“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you.?”

Penny couldn’t answer.

“I could shove a spit up your pussy, baste your meaty ass with butter and rotate you over hot coals.”

You like that would you you little slut!”

Smack.

The right cheek bloomed red.

“You’d thank me for it, wouldn’t you?”

Smack! A little harder this time. Penny murmured words around Markus’s cock.

“You deserve to be impaled. Deserve to roast. Deserve to be carved up and eaten like the delicious little meal you are.”

Smack!!

Penny’s muffled cry was ecstatic. Her hips pushed back toward the paddle, toward the pain, toward every degrading syllable Terri fed her.

Markus pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself, watching.

Terri laid back on the bed, commanding Penny to sit on her cock, sitting on it, the strap-on slide back inside

Penny’s dripping cunt and resumed her rhythm—slow now, deep, each thrust designed to make Penny feel every ridge.

Markus moved behind her. Pushed her forward onto Terri, Terri kissed her, sucking face, tasting the familiar taste her boyfriends cock in her mouth.

Markus positioned himself behind Penny.
Shoving two fingers in her asshole. She felt the lube—A slick sound.

Penny’s asshole accepted his fingers-every knuckle, one inch at a time, and the sound she made was half-sob, half-song.

After a good finger reaming her replaced it with his cock.

They found their cadence. Terri thrusting forward, Markus thrusting forward, Penny sandwiched between them with a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass and nothing in the world but the overwhelming fullness of being used.

“Make her lick you,” Markus grunted. His voice was strained.
Close.
Terri pulled out. Unbuckled the harness and let it fall. She lay back against the pillows and spread her thighs, and Penny crawled to her like a supplicant, face wet, ponytail swinging, lips swollen.

Her tongue found Terri’s clit just as Markus drove back into her ass.

Penny’s tongue was masterful. Even as Markus savaged her asshole she still manage to focus on Terri’s sweet vagina.

The orgasm hit Terri like a fist. Her back bowed off the mattress. Her thighs clamped around Penny’s head, and Penny kept licking, kept sucking, kept worshipping while Markus’s thrusts grew erratic and deep and finally stilled with a groan that vibrated through the bed frame.

Terri came, Markus came, and some how Penny came! They fell in a heap.

It had been a long day for all of them, so once spent tiredness feel over them.

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The streetlight striped the ceiling in amber bars.
Penny lay between them, a tangle of limbs and damp hair and slow, sleepy breaths.

One hand rested on Terri’s hip. One foot was tucked under Markus’s calf. The bite mark on her breast had darkened to a deep plum.

Markus reached across and tugged the blanket up over all three of them. His fingers brushed Terri’s shoulder. Squeezed once.

Penny’s breathing softened into a rhythmic hush.

The house settled around them, quiet and warm and smelling of sex and vanilla, and in the silence,

Terri let her eyes fall closed.

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The following day was nothing less then ecstatic at Yummy Girls publication, Frank most impressed with Penny’s-photos.

Milling over the photo must of cause him to have a hard-on—closing the office door was a sure tell.

Terri spent the day writing the articles that will fill the pages of next issues magazine.

Seem to be a lot of horny coworkers in the office that day.

It would take a week to assemble her stories and photos. Pulling in from all resources. It was shaping up to be their best issue yet.

By the end of the week they had a magazine issue ready to print.

Philip summited his advertisement. Offering diners an opportunity to dine at his establishment. Another advertisement seeking volunteers.

This Magazine sold to tens of thousand reader. What impact it will have is anyones guess.

Terri figured LeFam Delish was going to have a massive uptick in volunteers.

As for Penny, she told everyone during one of her horny moments, her plans to perform at LeFem Delish, she gave her resignation. She wasn’t a paid employee yet thought it best to give notice.

Penny also dropped out of school, moving in with Terri and Markus.

Terri got her promotion. Though it sound a lot like what she was already doing. Still it came with a hefty pay-raise and a nice fat bonus check.

Enough for a couple to enjoy a nice dinner and a show!

She wouldn’t miss Penny’s performance for anything.


The end for now.

What? You want more? Well that’s for another story.

Coming soon:

Yummy Girls Magazine 2, Penny Theatre debut.