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swelled to an uncomfortable size as he watched the leather whip welt the flesh of her tits, stomach, thighs, and even assault the tender flesh of her pussy lips. When the beating was complete the audience cheered, as the naked, shaking, sweating, writhing girl crawled on her belly to the customer and kissed his shoes.
    Apparently, his enlarged cock was visible. Troy had two offers to alleviate his discomfort. The second one came from a blonde with large tits. She reminded Troy of Diana. He not only allowed her to suck him, but he is ashamed to admit, he used her. Troy pretended that this bitch was really his fiancée. He fucked her mouth so hard she fell back onto the floor. Without thinking, he grabbed her hair and forced her to suck. He humped her mouth with more vigor than he’d ever used. The entire time he said things that he could never say to Diana. Then, as he could feel his impending orgasm, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he told the blonde to swallow every drop. She held on tight and sucked better than a Hoover! He had to pry her off when he was finished.
    When he was done and the waitress was licking him clean, Troy looked up to see Liam’s father, Mr. Carmichael Diamond, tall and handsome, an older version of Liam. Although an obvious prominent presence, his captivating air immediately won Troy. He gave Troy a personal tour of his facility.
    Every woman diverted her eyes, in his presence. Many fell to Mr. Diamond’s feet when he entered a room. Even though Troy had just blown a wad in the blonde’s mouth, his cock grew with each gesture of subjection. However, it was when Mr. Diamond took them through a few sets of doors and past security that Troy saw the real source of endless erections.
    Troy had no idea that this existed in the real world. It was something for fantasy, but these women were real. According to Liam’s father, they were all there of their own free will. Each willingly gave up their rights to be slaves, not just slaves, sex slaves.
    They lived for one purpose, to serve men. Every hour of their being was spent pleasing cocks. It might be blowing a customer, taking a male co-worker’s cock up their ass, or spreading their legs for anyone who wanted to touch or taste, male or female. These women had no control over who used their bodies.
    In fact, many patrons chose to use their bodies for abuse. They liked to watch women writhe in pain, as a leather whip abused their tender flesh. These members liked to be the one holding the riding crop, creating red stripes on the ass or back of a female. After beatings, these women didn’t crumble in shame. No. The battered females crawled to their abuser and serviced them in any manner demanded.
    Troy remembered Liam’s encouragement as they were left alone with a petite surrendering female.
    Troy tried wielding the whip. The whistling sound, before the quick snap, of leather impacting the skin was stimulating. The scream of pain that escaped the lips of the woman tethered to the pulley hanging from the ceiling was erotic!
    Troy hadn’t been sure he could really cause harm to a woman. And after one or two lashes with the whip, he hesitated. Liam grabbed it and took over. He showed no mercy. He ranted about Diana’s indiscretions. He raged on about the injustices done to Troy. With each allegation the naked woman received another welt. At first, her body flinched. However, with additional blows she became more docile, falling more and more compliant. When Liam finished, her welted and sweat drenched body collapsed onto the cold cement floor. Instead of compassion, Liam took a pitcher of ice water, drenched the female, and kicked her with the toe of his leather shoe.
    Her eyes still haunt Troy. They were green, like the waitress, Cindy. She rolled slowly and belly crawled to Liam’s feet. Her lips kissed the shoes that had just abused her beaten body. Troy couldn’t believe what was happening. He stood beside Liam. Within seconds, the female was on her