“So much,” she said.

“So much that I am tempted to sign a full contract,” she said.

I stepped over to my phone and picked it up; as I did, my chest complained. I looked down to see the clear bruising of my Father’s handprints on my tits. “Do you think you’ll even last until I get my surgery?”

“I’m starting to doubt it, but you know me and being challenged. I can’t help it,” she confessed.

Dad smiled, “I’m going to keep that in mind, and I might ask the group what they think we should do to Julie because I have a feeling that that might even push her over the edge. Also, I’m pretty happy, I brought two new slaves to the group, and no one else did in between.”

“So?” I asked as I sent a group message to Dad, Julie and Mark. ‘Julie signed; get over here.’

Dad’s smile broadened. “Well, if a member brings in multiple new slaves without anyone else bringing in a ****, they get a night with all the slaves.”

I blinked, “Wait, so you get a reverse gangbang?” He nodded. “And I guess that means I’ll be eating my cousins’ cunts.”

“And Aunt. Melanie never left the group; she doesn’t participate much but will for this.” He walked over towards the kitchen. “I think some champagne is in order to celebrate before I tie Julie’s tits together and fuck them.”

Julie moaned and looked at me, “I’m so fucked,” she said.

I stepped a little closer and whispered to her. “You are going to be a **** for life, modified and fucked and bred by the men of the group, including Mark, your son, and maybe your grandson.”

She moaned and shot me a look, “Are you trying to get me to sign a full contract?” she asked.

I shrugged, “You fucked up. Your problem, not mine. Also, I know you have a morning-after pill in your bag, and you better dispose of it before Dad finds out.”

She blinked, “I’m not going to use it,” she said.

I smiled, “The contract terms say you can’t possess any contraceptives unless provided to you by a master.” I paused for dramatic effect. “The punishment is ten lashes.”

Julie moaned, “Well, I guess I should buy more then.”

“Buy more what?” Dad said as he entered the room with a bottle and four glasses.

Julie turned to him wide-eyed, “Oh, well, I was just joking that getting whipped for having contraceptives kind of sounded fun, so I should buy some.”

“You said more,” Dad confronted her.

“Umm, well, yeah, I always have a morning-after pill in my bag, so I still have one. I just haven’t had a chance to throw it out yet,” she stammered.

I watched as my Father’s cock throbbed, “Yeah, you’re fucked,” I said with a smile.

“I guess I will be teaching Mark how to use a whip tonight,” Dad said. “We’ll go easy on you this time and use the soft leather, not the braided leather whip.”

Julie moaned, “You are going to whip me?” she asked. Dad nodded, and Julie moaned again. “I will get the pill out of my bag right now and give it to you.”

“Good girl,” he said.

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