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"Ok. Ok that'll do. I think you've earned your hotel bed. You can stop now."

I pulled the dildo out and turned to give it back to Hans.

"I don't want it. Go on have one last stab at him. Ram it up, and we'll leave him out here."

I pushed the big dildo up him once more, forcing it in to full depth. Then I leaned my mouth down towards his head.

"I hope that fucking hurt you. I hate you for what you've done to me."

Then I turned to Hans.

"Please master, can I just collect my bag from his car?"

"Ok. Be quick."

I dashed back into his car, collected my bag, and searched furiously around his car hoping to find the CD.

"Come-on. If you're not out here in two seconds, you'll be sorry."

I'd just about given up any hope of finding it, when as I was about to shut the door, I saw it lying in the door pocket. I picked it out, and lay it on the sill of the door, so when I slammed the door shut, it crushed the CD. Well at least that had got rid of Stenn's blackmail hold over me. I dashed to where Hans was stood waiting for me.

"Its only 12:30, I think we can take you to see some friends of mine, then you can show me if you're gonna be worth the money you just cost me. Oh I forgot, in the end, I got you for nothing, so I guess even if I have to sell you on for dog meat, you've got to be worth the cost of the petrol."

He ushered me into the back of his car, and as he followed me in he barked an order to the driver.

"To Klein's place."

As we sped our way along the road, he asked.

"Have you done anal?"

"Yes master."

"Good you remembered. Have you done double penetration?"

"Yes master."

"Have you fucked with an animal?"

"No master."

"Will you lick my arse for me?"

"Yes master. Do you want me to do it now master?"

"No. But so far you've got top marks. You are a bit old, and you've had children, but if you make the effort, and try hard, I'm sure I can make use of you for at least a couple of years. But don't forget, the first time I get a bad report from one of my clients, I'm selling you on for dog meat."

He then used his cell phone to call Klein, the man he was taking me to meet. After about twenty minutes or so, the car pulled up in the drive to a big house. We all got out, and I followed along at his side like an obedient little dog. When a man appeared at the door, Hans and he exchanged greetings, as old friends do. Then Hans turned around and gesturing towards me he said.

"Here she is, I'll leave her with you for the night, and I'll send someone around tomorrow to pick her up. Be on your guard though, she's new, and I don't know if she can be trusted. Give me a call sometime tomorrow and tell me what you thought of her. Bye till I see you again."

Then he turned again to me.

"Well go on then, get yourself inside."

With that he turned around and was gone.

The door shut, and the man who was in his forties, and only about my height, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked me down the long hallway. He took me into a small room and he sat himself on a chair.

"Ok my dear. The rules of this game are that you are my daughter. And you've been sent home from boarding school, for misbehaving. So first, get yourself undressed, and into the clothes in that wardrobe. They are all school uniforms in there, of various sizes. When you are dressed, and don't take to long about it, come and join me and my guests in the lounge. You'll find it if you turn left out of this door, and knock on the third door you come to. Don't be silly and try to leave the house, the guard dogs don't ask questions. They'll just rip you to shreds. Any questions before I go?"

"Do I call you daddy when I come into the room?"

"Yes my dear. What is your name?"

"Camilla."

"Very nice, ok, I'll call you Millie. Now don't be long."

He left the room, and I quickly stripped off and found which size of uniform fitted me. In less than five minutes I was knocking on the third door along the big long hallway.

"Come in."

I opened the door; it was a large room, with six men seated around a circular table. The table was a sturdy wooden one, lined in green baize; the men were obviously in the middle of a game of cards. The man who'd brought me into the house, walked across to meet me.

"Well gentlemen, it looks like my errant daughter has eventually arrived. Late as usual, aren't you Millie?"

I just tried to answer with what I thought he'd want to hear.

"Sorry daddy."

"I'll bet you are now! Getting yourself expelled from the most expensive school in the country, and only a month into the start of the year. Right my dear, all of my friends here have donated money to sponsor your education, so I think they'll all want to be involved in your punishment. You'd consider that fair wouldn't you my dear?"

"Yes daddy."

"Right gentlemen; are we all in favour of suspending the game, and sorting out this delinquent daughter of mine?"

They all had their own remarks to make, but there were no dissenting voices. On the contrary, they looked like they couldn't wait a second to get at me. The cards were soon packed away, and the table top was folded up. It was a very strange table and within a few seconds it unfolded, now in a very different guise. The top was still circular, but now it was black leather covered. Hanging down from the table top on my side were two wooden arms that didn't quite reach the floor. On the far side, built into the table top, were two leather straps, positioned about a metre apart.

My attention was suddenly diverted from the preparation of the table, back to 'daddy'.

"So what is it going to be? Six of the best on your bare bottom, we'll each have one slap."

"I know I deserve it daddy, but please don't make me take my knickers down."

I knew they would, but I counted on this line exciting them, and maybe earning me some credits.

"NOT TAKE YOUR KNICKERS DOWN! You cheeky little bitch. For that, I think we'll make it two slaps each. Now come over here."

He walked backwards and sat down, leading me behind him by the hand. His chair was pushed away from the table, but still facing it. I was turned, so that I stood in between him and the table with my back to him, facing the table. The men around the table turned the table top, so that I was stood exactly in the mid position between the two wooden arms that were hanging down from the table.

"Lean forwards, and stretch your arms across the table."

I did as he'd ordered, and two men the other side of the table took hold of my wrists. Whilst they pulled hard, stretching me to reach the restraining straps, two more men proceeded to tighten the straps around my wrists. These straps were then tensioned with a mechanism built into the table top. The tensioning of these straps on my wrists pulled me across the table pinning my groin to the table's edge.

I felt daddy lifting the hem of my school tunic and pulling it up over my back. Then his hands were on the waist band of my knickers, and he was very slowly drawing them down over my bottom, down my legs and eventually off my feet. As soon as they left my feet, he snapped out an order.

"Spread your legs."

Once again I instantly complied with his orders, opening my legs as wide as I could. But being pinned to the table's edge, it meant my feet were now clear of the floor. A man at either side of 'daddy' took hold of my ankles, and pulled hard. Then I realised what the two wooden arms were that hung down from the table. Each ankle was placed into a strap that was fixed to the end of each of these arms. Then like my wrists had been, these arms were tensioned with a built-in mechanism. This pulling, not only stretched me wider, but hurt me at the top of my legs, forcing me to let out a slight.

"Yelp!"

Then daddy's hand touched my left leg, just about knee height, on the inside. Just that touch was enough; I felt my pussy start throbbing. God, I knew that no matter how much pain they inflicted, this was going to make me cum, and I felt an anticipation I can't explain. Gone all the fear, guilt, and trepidation. From now on I knew my wicked inner slut was in control of my body.

"Oh daddy no. Please daddy, don't rub your hand any higher."

"You cheeky little bitch."

"SLAP!"

His hand cracked across my inner thigh at stocking top height.

"Oh daddy no. You might catch my twinkle if you slap me up there."

As expected his next slap was square across my pussy. But instead of a loud Slap sound, maybe because my pussy flesh is not hard and flat or because it was already wet and dripping or a combination of both, but the sound was more of a squelching noise like hitting a puddle. But the sting was still real, and so was my reaction. I let out another loud.

"Yelp!"

"Ok, let's see whose next."

Then someone must have operated some kind of trigger, because the table slowly started to revolve. Not spinning at high speed, just slowly turning by itself, like I was a kebab, and they were the hot gas burners. But unlike a kebab, this spit roast had six of them burning into my pussy with their eyes as I slowly rotated around in front of them. Then without anyone touching anything, it stopped. As I was facing a different man, I knew who ever it was that would be dealing out punishment to my pussy, it wouldn't be daddy, but I couldn't see who it would be. Then the man I was facing stood up, and unclipped the section of the table that my chin was resting on, and removed it. So now not only was my pussy exposed for the man behind me to use as he saw fit. But it was also possible for this man in front of me to present his dick directly to my mouth, which he immediately did. I'd opened my mouth, and was just about to take his dick, when a massive slap landed squarely across my pussy. And soft flesh or not, this one landed with a.

"Crack!"

It was a good job for the man in front, that I hadn't already got his dick in my mouth; otherwise I might have bitten it off! As it was I let out another loud.

"Yelp!"

Then the dick forced its way into my mouth, and he started fucking my face. Then the second blow struck my pussy, and I gagged as I almost swallowed his dick. As the third slap made contact, a bleeping noise started.

"Ok lads, time to change."

And the man with the dick in my mouth, pulled it free as quickly as he'd put it in. Then the table started rotating again, stopping almost immediately. My face had passed only two men. I assumed from this, that this table was some kind of very sophisticated device especially designed for this kind of sexual punishment.

Once again the man in front got to his feet, and a dick was entering my mouth. But this time, I'd just started sucking when I felt the man behind me rubbing my inner thigh gently. This instantly brought a flood of juices from my pussy, and I sucked the dick in my mouth as hard as I could. The man stood in front reacted by forcing his dick at my throat, and I took it without any sign of gagging. Then the man behind me started pulling the lips of my pussy open, and I felt what must have been his tongue flicking my clit. I wanted fucking but I knew this would not be the reaction they wanted from me, so I tried reversing the request.

"Daddy. Please stop him. Don't let him fuck me."

As I'd expected, daddy lapped this up, and said to the man.

"Go-on give the bitch a good poking."

I didn't have to wait long; the tongue left my pussy, but was soon replaced with a big bell-end of a dick probing for my hole. Once it found the slippery valley that led to my pussy, it just forced its way inside until his hips contacted my bottom. Then he fucked away, with slow leisurely strokes. But shit! The bleeping noise started again, and the dicks from both my mouth and pussy both slipped out as the table started rotating once again.

This was so frustrating, they'd no sooner start getting me going before they'd be pulling out. Then the next two men would be coming in. But I'd never know if my pussy was going to receive a hot hard dick, or a cold painful slap. They carried on this treatment for over an hour, making a joke of my reaction as I bounced between pain and pleasure. Eventually, after they'd all cum several times, in my mouth, pussy and arse, they let loose my bonds, and I was allowed to fall to the floor, where I curled up in a ball.

I'd only been laid there for less than a minute, when I felt, first a cold wet nose, as he sniffed around my bottom, then a warm tongue, as he started licking all around my exposed wet crotch. I instantly straightened my legs and turned onto my back.

"GET OFF."

I shouted at the big black Doberman that was now probing, again using his nose.

"HEY BITCH. DON'T YOU SHOUT AT MY DOG! He lives here, you're just a slave."

I'd now sat up, and was using my hands to try and fendoff the dogs probing, as he pushed his head hard down into my inner thighs.

"DO I HAVE TO PUNISH YOU OR WHAT? GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DOG. And if he wants to eat your fucking twat, you get your legs open."

I knew these men would only force me if I resisted, and I'd probably get a beating as well, so reluctantly, I took my hands away.

"That's better; now get your legs open."

I slowly laid myself back down, and let my legs fall open, not wide, but enough for the dog to get his tongue into my crotch. I lay motionless, with tears bleeding from the corners of my eyes, my hands cupping my face to hide my shame. But my beastly bodily instincts were to pour more shame upon me. I was suddenly aware that I'd drawn my knees up and wider apart. Moreover, my hips were lifting, giving the impression that I was enjoying his attention. I made a mental effort to stop my humping, but although I managed to close my legs slightly, my efforts were futile. My humping steadily increased as the dogs probing got deeper, and I let my legs fall wide following an instinctive reaction.

By now all the men were either standing or kneeling around me in a circle.

Their comments were all inferring what a slut I was, and how much I loved the dog's attention. But hate their words as much as I did, I guess they were right, I was now in full flow, humping up and down violently. Not I hasten to add, to prevent the dogs access, but to enhance the pleasure the dog was giving me.

"Milli my dear, lets have you on your hands and knees. It will feel more natural for Boston to lick his bitch when she's the right way up."

With this gently spoken request I was given lots of helping hands to assist me, and I was soon on my hands and knees, with Boston (as I now knew was the dogs name), licking as though we hadn't been interrupted. My humping, was now somewhat different, I was now more pushing my pussy back towards him. I'd forgotten all about being ashamed, and the tears had gone. I know it's hard to believe now, but at the time, I was genuinely surprised by the next event.

Boston stopped licking, and my first reaction was to turn my head to see why. But before I'd had chance to focus my eyes to where I thought Boston was, I felt his chest landing on my back, with his great long legs hanging down either side of my bust gripping inwards. I hadn't time to react in any way, before what seemed like an attack from every quarter at once, was launched upon my body. As Boston tried to grip me tight by hooking his legs around my chest, a man either side had took hold of each knee, holding it still. Another man had grabbed my shoulders. And Boston's dick was stabbing wildly all around the tops of my legs and crotch area.

I did feign a feeble protest struggle, but in truth, I knew it was pointless. And when Boston's dick scored a direct hit, it slipped up inside my hole effortlessly. He then proceeded to fuck me in that characteristic frenzied dog way that we are all used to seeing street dogs fuck each other in the scenes from third-world ghettos. His knot was ramming the lips of my pussy, and with every successive push, as my pussy got more excited, it forced itself a little deeper in. Before he'd been ramming at me for a minute, I felt the massive swollen knot entering my pussy. My pussy lips closed around the base of his dick, locking him firmly inside me. By now his dick must have been swollen to a monster size, because as it pulsed inside me, my tummy was feeling inflated. The humiliation that I'd first felt, now was forgotten, as I now revelled in the emotions this pounding was generating.

All hands had now released me, and it was just me and Boston. When I felt him shooting his load of cum, I reacted with a frenzied jerking action pumping not only Boston's dick and swollen knot out of my pussy, but flooding a cocktail of my own cum mixed with Boston's, and the residue from the six men. As I regained my control, I found myself lying back in a ball on the floor; bottom up in the air, with Boston licking deep into my pussy.

I turned over onto my back without having to be told to, and opened my legs to give him unrestricted access. Within a few minutes, Boston was humping all around my body, poking his dick at me from all angles.

"Come-on Milli. You can see he wants another go at you."

I didn't wait to be forced; I rolled over onto my hands and knees, and Boston was immediately around behind me, and getting mounted. It still took him a few stabs to find my hole, but once found, he was right in to full depth, knot and all in only a few pumps. This was another frenzied fuck, but as I had cum so many times already tonight, I was taking longer to reach a full blooded orgasm. But Boston shot his load in no time at all and immediately dismounted, turning to face the other way. But my pussy was locked tightly around his knot, and wasn't going to let it go. So as Boston ran over to get praise from his master, I was dragged behind him, by the base of his dick!

This caused much amusement to all the men; they thought it hilarious, seeing me being dragged around like a rag doll stuck to his arse. Then as I'd hoped his knot was shrinking, he decided he wanted another fuck, and he just turned back around, lifting himself onto my back, and started fucking. He repeated this same humiliation at least four more times, and I began to think, I was locked onto him permanently! But I reasoned with myself, that I'd managed to dismount him the first time, because my pussy had dilated so much when I'd had my orgasm. So I guessed, if I wanted to get his dick out, my quickest method was to assist his fucking, by working on my clit at the same time. I gathered all my resolve and forgot about being humiliated, I just let myself go.

So as he mounted me for another fuck, I reached back in between my own legs, and worked my clit for all I was worth. Then as I saw one of the men was within reach, I took hold of his dick, and encouraged him towards my mouth. So now I had a dog fucking my pussy for all he was worth, my mouth forced down onto a guy's dick, and my other hand back between my legs, frigging my clit. I let my mind drift to where ever it wanted to go, and I felt my orgasm building. As Boston shot once again, the man in my throat did the same. My pussy exploded again, and this time, as Boston turned around, and trotted away, his dick pulled out with a loud.

"Plop!"

"Well gentlemen, I think we can say the girl's earned her bed for the night. Come-on then Milli, I'll take you up to your room."

With that I was taken to a room, where I was allowed to shower, and then retire to bed. I could see by the bedside clock that it was gone five o'clock, and I lay in bed wondering what my husband would be doing, and if my darling babies were ok. The tears streamed down my face all night as I turn first one way then the other, but try as I might, sleep eluded me, and eventually I saw the dawn breaking through the gap in the curtains.

"Good morning my dear, are we feeling refreshed and ready for a brand new day?"