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pussy of yours is, shall we?”   She sobbed as the rod pushed against her lips, forcing them to spread.   Dawson bent his knees and aimed towards her center, pushing against the slickness left over from her climaxes.   He quivered and rested his hands on her shoulders, thrusting up a few times until he was seated fully inside her.
    Fallon continued to sob while his hands brushed down her back until they rested with the cheeks of her bottom in his grip, pulling her closer.   His lips brushed through her hair towards her ear and he whispered, “How tight, Fallon?   Squeeze me.”
    Fallon was terrified, pinned against the man and impaled by him.   As soon as he whispered, her core responded with an involuntary tightened clench and she heard him hiss.   “That’s right, keep squeezing.”   The wailing sounds accompanying the torture were a delightful bonus.   Fallon closed her eyes and begged to open them to her crummy little apartment in Shelly’s garage.   In her mind, she promised to never leave Lewisville, if some miracle could only whisk her back there.
    One hand released her bottom and gripped her chin, forcing her head up to the limit of the collar.   “Open your eyes.”   Fallon kept them sealed, and the man drew back his hips and plunged painfully deep.   “Open your eyes, or we’ll see how tight your ass is,” he threatened.
    Fallon’s eyes flew open in a panic, and she found herself locked into his gray gaze.   “I ordered you to squeeze.   Look me in the eyes and obey me,” he demanded.
    The combination of her squeezing channel… not as tight as it could be after the night of stressing the muscles, but adequate… along with the misery and debased agony in the green stare, was intoxicating.   Fallon’s muscles were strained and tired, and she trembled whines as she concentrated on contracting them, hoping to get the humiliating act over with.   At last he released the grip on her chin to grab her bottom again, and thrust with long jerking plunges until she felt the warmth of his fluid expel inside her.
    He left her bound to the post while he zipped his pants, and she felt his sticky spend leaking out of her spread pussy.   Dawson returned with the leash, and although Fallon was reduced to whimpers, she felt a slight ray of hope that he might be taking her to her friends.   Leading her down the hall, Fallon saw Sienna and Andrea waiting by the elevator.   Andrea’s makeup was smeared and dried onto her cheeks, and Fallon’s eyes widened at the welts on her back and bottom.   She had been whipped.
    The conversation on the brief ride in the elevator was humiliating to both the girls.   “How is she doing?” Dawson asked.
    “It will take some work, but she already lubricates with the whip.   How’s the cat?”
    “Fallon is practicing tightening her loose, sloppy pussy for me,” Dawson replied.
    Sienna looked into her brother’s eyes.   She had not yet formed her opinion of his girl.   Humiliation… very good .   “You’re always quick to diagnose,” she smiled.   She gripped Fallon’s chin.   “You got a gaping cunt on you, girl?   A few too many country boys bend you over the fences?”
    Fallon tried to pull her eyes away from the horrible woman’s gray gaze.   Dawson said, “Nod for the Mistress, Fallon.   Let her know that sloppy big pussy could not even empty the noodle last night.”   Both Master and Mistress were aroused by the pitiful sob and the reluctant nod the girl offered.
    Fallon was terrified, and she turned to see Andrea crying for her humiliation.   In high school, there had been two boys, and only one quick lover from work, until Fallon discovered he was married.   Is there something wrong with me?   Did one of them stretch me out too much?   She thought about Ricky Arnold.   He had hurt, but she thought it was because it had been the first time.
    The girls were led down one of the many integrated hallways for servants, allowing them to