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taught what she could expect once she was sold as a slave.
    The sex was only part of the ‘training’.  Submission and obedience was the true objective.
    And now she was going to pay.
    Again.
    Despite the slight hesitation, however, she knew to seem reluctant was to invite worse.  She moved to stand by his chair.
    He lifted her onto his lap with her back to his chest.  Cupping her breasts, he pulled her back to settle against his chest.  “Still rebel?” he murmured near her ear.
    His heated breath sent goose-bumps scurrying over her flesh. “I’m … sorry, Master,” Tilly managed to get out in a suffocated voice.
    He squeezed her breasts and then released them.  Directing her to drape one leg over each arm of his chair, he opened his trousers and then lifted her and settled her where the mouth of her sex was resting on his thickest cock.
    She felt his fingers delving her and then he began to spread something warm and wet over her entire cleft, tracing the outer edges of the mouth of her sex—pulling at the flesh to test its elasticity—and then pushing his fingers inside of her one at the time until she was convinced by the strain that he’d pushed all five inside of her.  Thankfully, he seemed satisfied.  He moved from there to her rectum and repeated the process until she thought she would begin to beg him to stop if he didn’t cease.
    He did.  Lifting her once more, he aligned his thickest cock with the mouth of her sex and drove her down onto it, impaling her in one swift, thrust as deeply as he could go.  It knocked the breath out of her.  Before she could regain it, he plunged into her again.
    Setting a pounding rhythm that threatened to buckle her spine, he thrust into her until she felt the jerk of his cock.  He uttered a choked groan and then thrust faster until he’d pumped all of his seed into her.
    Weak from the heat he’d stirred inside of her and left burning and the inability to catch a decent breath of air, Tilly struggled to gather herself. 
    Instead of lifting her off his member and setting her on her feet, however, he pushed her down as deeply onto his shaft as he could, lifted first one leg and then the other and twisted her around to face him.
    In the process, Tilly made an unwelcome discovery.
    She’d actually figured that the others were watching, but there was a look of anticipation on each face that told her that she would make the rounds before she was allowed to go.
    However, she had miles to go, she discovered, before the next.
    Shuddering in the aftermath of his multiple climaxes, he finally lifted her off of his lap and set her on her feet by his chair.
    His second lifted his hand.  “Come.”
    The commander caught her arm before she could respond.  “I believe you have had your turn already,” he murmured.  Turning Tilly toward another man, he gave her a slight push.  If not for the suit, she was pretty sure she would have just fallen on her face.
    She hated the stupid nano-suit!
    Chapter Eight
    It might have been the commander’s decision to hand her off to the officer below his second, but Tilly knew with absolute certainty and terror that she was going to be the one to pay for it.  She wasn’t fooled by the fact that he didn’t argue with his captain.  She’d caught a glimpse of anger in his eyes before the commander had redirected her.
    The ‘chosen’ one looked uneasy if it came to that, but he didn’t argue with the commander either.  After glancing around and discovering he had the choice of the floor or chair, he opted for the chair.  Lifting Tilly, she settled her with her legs over the arms of his chair as the commander had, except facing him.
    By the time he was done, Tilly was past caring that she hadn’t been allowed to come herself.  In fact, her experience with the commander had taught her that it was far worse when she was allowed if she was forced to climax over and over—which seemed to be their interpretation of the flip side of