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until her head was in his lap. She unzipped his jeans and took his limp cock into her hand, gently bathing it with her tongue. She made sure every drop was clean, even pulling the foreskin back as hard as she could to get all the nooks and crannies. He was half erect by the time she was done.
    She looked up. “May I suck it until we get there?” she asked.
    “No, sit up,” he told her. They were just pulling into a long driveway. The house in front of her was huge.
    Harry turned from the driver’s seat. “We’re cousins and we all live here together. You will have individual sessions with each of us, and you will have group sessions with all of us. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir,” she whispered.
    They all got out of the car, and she followed along behind. Tom removed the robe from her, and Dick took hold of the chain, pulling her along towards the house. He walked so quickly that she had to run to keep up, the constant pull on her nipples causing more waves of juice to flow out of her.
    They took her to a room that had obviously been specially designed. There was a tub in the middle that Dick led her to. “Get in,” he told her.
    Tom climbed into the huge tub with her, and washed away the come that filled her from the auction. “From now on,” he said, “You will not ask to have your pussy filled. You will not ask to give a blow-job. If you ask, you will be punished, and it will be denied you. Do you understand?”
    She nodded, “Yes, sir.”
    Harry joined Dick at the edge of the tub. “I have it,” he said.
    “Good,” Dick responded. “I think Tom has her almost clean.”
    “She’s ready,” Tom told them. He pulled the nipple clamps off of her and she immediately reached up to rub her nipples. They were bruised from wearing the clamps so long and from being led around by them.
    Tom pulled her from the tub and dried her off, leading her to a long bench that had shackles at the front and the back. He had her lie on her front on the bench and the shackles were attached to her wrists and ankles, her legs spread apart, but not wide enough for a man to get between them and fuck her.
    Harry walked forward and showed a narrow paddle. It was just like the one that had been used on her bottom at the auction, but the top was thinner, only about an inch wide. “Do you know what this is, slave?”
    She shook her head. “No, sir.”
    “This is a pussy paddle,” he told her. “For the way you spoke to the men at the auction, and for dropping my cock from your mouth, you are going to be spanked with it.”
    She closed her eyes at the thought of the pain that would bring. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.
    Harry pushed a button, and part of the back of the table dropped. She was on firm table from the waist up, and her legs were supported, but the part of the table between her legs was gone. This table had obviously been designed just for this punishment.
    He gripped the paddle firmly in hand and walked to the side of her hip. “You will count swats. You will receive only ten this time. For each time you have to be punished, it will be increased, as will the force used. This time will be easy compared to all other times,” he told her.
    “Yes, sir,” she said.
    “Count!” he shouted. The paddle came down hard on her pussy. She whimpered. It hurt, but felt good all at once. Would she be able to handle being fucked again when he was done?
    “One,” she said. “Two.”
    By the time she’d reached five the tears were flowing again. By the time she reached ten, she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to take a cock for a week.
    Dick walked to where her face was pressed to the hard wooden table. “Lick it clean, and suck it hard.”
    He’d undressed while she was being spanked, and his cock was level with her mouth now. She leaned forward and licked it, cleaning it quickly. She took just the head into her mouth and began to suck. Once he was hard, she understood why it had hurt so much. It wasn’t the