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A discipline posture designed with her ass up in the air, to make her feel the distance between what she wants and what she’s earned.

Brox crouches slightly, close enough that only she hears him. “Don’t move,” he says, “or you’ll fail.”

Lana’s throat works again. She nods once–small, sharp.

Brox straightens; we turn and walk out, closing the door behind us.

Lana remains in the corner, with her ass up, her hands planted under her cheek, her breath measured like she’s counting it. I know she is. The meeting continues as if nothing unusual is happening, and that is the point. She is in position. She is made to wait while men discuss business at a table that doesn’t include her.

I move to the console that records the room, to see my Lana, her ass, and her cunt dripping arousal down her leg. Brox is next to me already. We want to train her, but we haven’t been this close to anyone. And everything is new for us.

If Lana wants the Black Chamber to belong to her the way it did, she’ll have to prove she understands what it requires, without being told.

The air in the boardroom is thick with our infusion, affecting Lana in there. She’s on her knees, her head is down on the cushion, and her cunt and ass are up, just as she’s told to, with the dress barely covering half of it. She’s bare, her cunt full and glistening with cum from the bikers, and her breasts, sore probably, fall out of her halter neck dress, heaving with every ragged breath she takes. Her nipples harden at the thought of what’s coming.

It’s not long before the men take their break. They know the cum dump in the corner is here to relieve everyone of their testosterone, so they’re able to do business clear-minded. That’s our deal.

The first man steps closer and observes her, and she manages to meet his gaze from below, her eyes begging for anything he can give her.

This particular client has been here a few times, his men taking turns fucking our little cum dumpster in a squatting position. She better be able to withstand this without moving.

Without a preamble, and a rather rough shove, he squats behind her and pushes his cock inside her cunt. Realizing she’s oiled up already, he pounds her as he holds her in position. Lana slides a little upward on the cushions, with her head reaching the wall now.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with his low grunts. Everyone gets ready, their cocks are out and being jerked. The first man finishes, fills her cunt with his spunk, and the second man wants to kneel behind Lana, but his boss reminds him to squat. He does and presses his erection against her cunt with a sly grin. Then he thrust powerfully into her as she muffles her cries when being pushed into the wall. She’ll have to maintain leverage and push back in the fucking if she doesn’t want her neck broken.

This will make her alert while experiencing the effects of the macca root.

As the second man fucks her into oblivion, the third man gropes Lana’s butt cheeks and slaps her a few times. And when the man fucking her pulls his cock out and growls, he’s met with the hand of the third man, taking his cock and jerking it, shooting ropes of seamen over Lana’s ass.

“Appreciate it.” He says, gives himself a quick squeeze, then zips up.

The third man nods, and steps in place, squats and begins to edge into her ass. That’s a bonus for Lana. She cums faster when she gets fucked in her ass. He starts pounding her deep, and her cries grow more desperate, with orgasms hitting her like a tidal wave.

As each man takes his turn, Lana’s body is pushed to its limits. Her skin is flushed with pleasure and her muffled cries bounce off the walls as they invade her in a squatting position.

The way the infused air works, she feels every one of her muscles tense beneath their hands and hears every ragged breath echoing around her like a chorus of approval.

She doesn’t know it yet, but the last man had finished, leaving her gaping open, needing more cocks than ever. She tries to look up at them with hooded eyes, her lips red from biting, begging silently.

“She did good,” I say to Brox.

“She sure did,” he agrees.

“Let’s go then. I can’t wait to empty my balls inside her.” I rush to room three.

When I enter, the men continue their business conversations, ignoring us as they always do. That’s the arrangement.

I walk over to where Lana is, and unzipping my pants first, I squat too, pressing my cock against her ass. I can’t help but smile at how perfect she looks for me. She sees me, closes her eyes tightly and lets out a moan as I slowly penetrate her from behind.

“Fuck,” she groans, arching her back and perking her ass more in pure ecstasy.

I grab her hips and start pounding into her, fucking her like I haven’t fucked her in years. How I feel is strange to me, I can’t get enough of her. I suddenly feel the urge to take all this in. I pull out my cell and snap a picture of her exposed body trembling beneath mine. I love seeing the power I have over her, the pleasure or pain I can bring with just one look from those hungry eyes of hers... It’s intoxicating.

I lean over, my hands now roaming over every inch of her skin as we move, pinching her nipples as I pound her, anything that would make her moan louder for my cock.

She tries to back into me, she wants more, even as she gasps for air. She can take me, all right. She can take Brox, too. I look over my shoulder–he’s there, waiting, restrained. You’ll wait, little brother. I’m gonna take my time with our whore.

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