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You may think me crazy for telling him I was cumming, that he might not have known if I didn't say anything, but he knew. They all knew. My back was arched, I was twitching and shaking and my anal sphincter was constricting around Oliver's cock so hard he orgasmed himself, filling my rectum with his offering.

"Thank you, Master for filling my ass with your cum," I whimpered, still shivering from my orgasm.

"You may administer my punishment as well," Oliver told Sloppy Seconds, pulling out of my ass to let his cum run down my leg too. "Twenty for each time she orgasmed."

"Of course, Oliver. My appreciation."

Sloppy Seconds released my collar from the chain on the floor and led me to one of the overstuffed chairs. He sat on the edge of the chair and bid me lie over his legs.

"Normally, I love to use one of the whipping pillars with a paddle or whip," he told me, "but your ass is exquisite and I must lay my hands on it."

"Thank you, Master."

"Keep your feet and hands anchored on the floor. Count for me. If you lose count, I will start over at the beginning."

Good to know. Don't lose count. How hard would he strike me. I hadn't been spanked since I was a little girl, a couple quick swats over my clothes by Mom or Dad. This would be much worse, I guessed. Before he got started with the spanking, he fondled the globes of my ass and even stuck a finger up my bum, coating it in Oliver's cum. I squirmed as he fondled me. As soon as his hand left my bottom, I knew what followed as sure as night follows the day. Swat. It was hard. My bottom rocked. Remembering Oliver's admonition not to scream when I was punished, I let out a strangled groan of "one" and started to weep.

Ignoring my sobs, he continued laying his hand on my cheeks, sometimes squeezing or pinching after each blow. My bottom became fire, where even the slightest touch burned, but there were no slight touches, save by accident as he drew his hand away. I somehow managed to keep track of the number of spankings he delivered though the number itself became meaningless to me, just one number following another. I hoped like hell his hand would become so sore he could not strike with the same intensity. Whether it became sore was moot as his intensity never declined, not once. He could have been a machine for all I knew. I blubbered and whimpered, my eyes red with my tears and snot leaking from my nose.

The spanking stopped and I wondered why, suddenly realizing I'd said forty a few moments ago. "Thank you, Master," I managed to sob.

I heard Oliver say. "I'd say that's the perfect shade of red."

"I agree," Sloppy Seconds said.

I was lifted off his lap, only to be bent over the arm of the chair and feel his cock enter my poor abused ass. Sloppy Seconds enjoyed sloppy seconds in my rectum as well. Every time his crotch slapped against my reddened bottom, it was like being spanked all over again, though I didn't need to keep count. His fucking seemed to go on forever, his excitement in administering my spanking negated by his earlier orgasm in my cunt. I did not stoically receive his fucking. Indeed, I squirmed and wriggled against the pain, sobbing softly. Despite the pain, I felt my arousal rising and feared I'd suffer another climax and have to bear another twenty swats on my aching ass. Fortunately he climaxed before I did and I was saved the shame of another punishment so soon upon the heels of the first.

"Thank you, Master, for fucking my ass." I remained where they'd placed me, bent over the chair.

"She's splendid, Oliver. You probably won't be spending much time with her. Everyone will want a taste of her."

"I know how popular the new toys are. I'm prepared to use others."

Toni came over to where we were. "You boys have had enough fun. It's getting late and I should like to retire."

Oliver handed her a leash and she fastened it to my collar and led me away, calling out, "Come along, slut," much too loudly as I was right next to her. I realized she wasn't speaking to me when another voice said, "Right away, Mistress," and another naked girl followed along behind us. I guess I wasn't the only slut in the place.

We reached her room on the second floor and Toni attached my leash to the head of the bed.

"What's your name, slave?"

"Brooke, Mistress."

"Tonight, you're Whore. You look and act like a slut, but I can't very well have two sluts, can I? It would be very confusing."

"No, Mistress." Whore I would be for the night.

"Slut, clean Whore up before she enters the bed. I don't want man cum all over my clean sheets."

"Yes, Mistress," Slut said.

She unhooked me from my leash and led me into the adjoining bathroom.

"If you can evacuate your bowels, it will make my job easier."

I sat down on the toilet and did what I could, with her waiting attentively for me to finish. After I wiped myself and stood, she wet a clean wash cloth and wiped me down, gently, particularly around my sore bottom.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Slut."

"Your real name?"

"Slut. I'm allowed no other name. Everyone calls me Slut."

I wondered what effect her name had on her. If everyone called me Whore each and every time I was spoken to, would I become the thing I was called? Would I cease to be Brooke and become Whore? She finished with me as well as she could without entering a shower, even wiping my mask to clean the dried cum from the facial I'd received. She took my hand and led me back to Toni. She fastened my collar back to the leash at the head of the bed.

"You look much better, Whore."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"I'm going to teach you how to properly lick a cunt tonight."

All right. I'd already licked a couple dozen cunts to orgasm, but perhaps I wasn't doing it right. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you," was the proper response.

"Lie down beside me on the bed."

"Yes, Mistress." I got down on the bed, going between her legs.

"Not yet, Whore. You need to be trained before earning the right to lick my cunt. Slut is an exceptional cunt licker. The best I've ever had. She will show you how to do it as I explain how I want it done. Lie down and spread your legs."

"Will I be allowed to cum, Mistress. My ass is very sore."

"Yes, Whore. You may cum. This is a learning experience, not a punishment tool."

"Thank you, Mistress." I got comfortable on the bed and parted my legs, Slut eying my crotch.

"You may begin, Slut."

"Yes, Mistress." Slut got between my legs and started licking and kissing my inner thigh right above the knee.

"Pay attention, Whore. You'll need to do this to me when she's done."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

Toni took a breast in her hand and began massaging and caressing it, turning my nipples taut with desire. "Most slaves don't approach this as the slow seduction it should be. They go straight for the clit or hole. Women have many sensitive nerve endings between our legs. All of them should be explored and excited. None should be neglected." She licked my nipple.

Slut was gently kissing and licking my inner thighs. Sometimes, no more than a whisper of a touch, or a soft breath; at others, a quick nip with her teeth. It was stimulating. My cunt started moistening and she was still quite a distance away, even her loose hair not touching it.

"Slowly," Toni said. "Leave no nerve endings untouched, unloved."

She nibbled my nipples, hard as diamond tips. I moaned for her, panting. Slut was working her way up my thigh, tantalizing me with her slow but inexorable pace. "It all feels good, Mistress."

Slut brushed the juncture of my legs and vulva, licking and nipping the tender skin. She hadn't touched any of my usual pleasure points yet and I was dripping. I spread my legs further apart, aching for her tongue to touch me. Toni whispered in my ear while fondling my turgid buds. "Even the soft space between your cleft and anus are full of nerve endings, begging to be touched."

Using the tip of her fingernail, Slut traced said path, painting it with my slippery, dripping fluids. My back arched. I wanted something in my cunt so bad. Her finger came up, sliding between my slick folds, tracing a path between my inner pubic lips. I moaned some more.

"Since you've been ass fucked, you know how good it feels. You can play with the anus with your fingertips while exploring." Slut did what Mistress was explaining. "When your fingers and lips have memorized and sensitized the little spaces everyone else neglects, then you can approach the big targets."

Slut's tongue lapped up my cleft, gathering my fluids on her tongue. She inserted one tiny finger in my cunt and on the roof of it, beckoned me with the tip of her finger as if she wanted me to move closer. I gasped, almost in anguish of need, my pussy flowering for her, opening up, begging her touch. My clit, already peeking out, stiffened, spiky, a tiny arrow of desire.

"Not yet," Toni whispered. "All in good time. Your clit will wait. It will not die from lack of touch. It should be circled, not quite touching, reminding you it's there."

Toni's words were dripping like honey into my ear, and as she spoke, Slut acted. Her tongue circled a minuscule distance away, not touching, but invoking the coming explosion. I was panting like a dog, wanting nothing more than to grab Slut's head and drag her mouth over my clit to lick and suck it. Yet, I restrained myself, my hands clenching the sheets, my toes curling, as Slut nudged me higher, closer to peaking without tipping me over.

"Please let me cum," I whispered raggedly, scarce able to breathe. "I can't take any more of this."

"Yes, you can Whore. The body is capable of infinite levels of desire, of arousal, of satisfaction. Never rush a thing of beauty. It can be so much more powerful than you realize."

My hips were rolling, trying to capture Slut's tongue. She deftly avoided it, continuing to stroke inside me, to plant light touches around my clit.

"Oh, fuck! Ooohhh, fuck! I can feel it coming, like it's rolling down a mountain, gathering speed. It's so close, I can taste it," I whimpered.

"That's right. You can taste it. Just there, in the corner of your mind, a huge weight, a boulder, gaining momentum, just out of reach."