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intensity and Catrina whimpered. Pat pulled on her nipples and she
tightened around him. His hold eased and then tightened once more
when her mouth went slack, forcing her to arch her back, which
changed the angle of her head and allowed Pat to push right into
her throat. She’d gotten better with the gag reflex, but if he
stayed there she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it. And then
what?
    Luckily she didn’t have to find out, since
shortly after, muttering swear words, Pat pulled back out until
only the head of his dick remained in her mouth. His legs locked
and cum streamed from the head of his cock, filling the roof of her
mouth until she managed to catch up and start swallowing. Her pussy
and hole felt on fire and she dreaded more of this, but the third
man hadn’t even started.
    Pat pulled out of her mouth and the third
man moved in front of Catrina, feeding his dick into her mouth inch
by inch. Catrina heard Raoul say “Spread her” and suddenly hands
were pulling her ass cheeks even further apart. She screamed as
previously unpunished, untouched skin was burned by the flogger,
and began to furiously suck this third man’s cock. She needed him
to come. Now.
    But it wasn’t to be. To her chagrin, and at
the limit of her pain threshold, he finally pulled out and jerked
his dick the rest of the way as Raoul furiously whipped her,
concentrating solely on that tortured hole. Her cheeks were still
being spread and she had a feeling the residual effects of this
whipping would be felt for days. The man pushed her mouth further
open with one hand and pumped with the other. Cum started to
dribble out of his slit and he shook it into her mouth.
    Somewhere in the back of her mind, Catrina
registered that Raoul had stopped whipping her, but her eyes were
completely clogged by tears. Her face was a mess in general, but,
by that time, she was far beyond caring. She just wanted this over
with. If Raoul had told her a couple of minutes ago she’d need to
suck off an entire football team to make the whipping stop, she
would’ve gladly lined them up. What did that say about her?
     

Chapter Three
     
    The other men left and Raoul handed her the
entire box of tissues. “Clean up and then kneel in front of the
couch.”
    She also knew better than to rebutton her
shirt, so she simply wiped down her face and hair as best she
could, throwing the used tissues into a bin Raoul so helpfully
provided.
    Catrina winced, unable to stop a wail of
pain when she knelt. His face without expression, Raoul sat and
regarded her.
    “How did knowing your asshole, your most
private part, was on display and being whipped make you feel? How
about knowing it wouldn’t end until you did as I told you?”
    After taking a couple of deep breaths, she
said, “I hated it. No one’s ever touched me there. I feel like it’s
dirty and gross and not something anyone else should be seeing,
much less doing anything to.”
    “And yet your benefactor will fuck your ass.
Most likely often. His friends will. Total strangers will.” Catrina
made a face and he continued, undaunted, “I bet you felt pretty
vulnerable.”
    “Yes, sir. Very.”
    “And helpless.”
    “Yes.”
    “And I’m guessing during that whipping you
felt the most submissive you have since you started training.”
    “Yes.”
    “You would have done just about anything I’d
demanded in order to make me stop.”
    Turning her gaze to the carpet in front of
her, she answered, “Yes, sir.”
    “Look at me.” Reluctantly she raised her
head. She hated that he made her do that, but knew why. He wanted
her focused on exactly what was going on. “I’m aware that by now
you hate me, especially after I did something like that to you. But
there’s a reason for everything I do. I’m really trying to prepare
you for some of the things you might experience during your term of
service.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs.
“You’re aware that your benefactor