Hard but rewarding work

It took Max surprisingly long to process the basketball team. First, there was a lot more paperwork than he anticipated, as each **** needed to be documented, renamed, measured and tagged. It didn't help that the slaves were feisty, constantly squirming and crying. Jamal eventually noticed Max struggling and showed him some pointers. "You don't have to break every ****," he said as he grabbed the coach by the hair. "You only need to break their leaders and the rest will fall into place. Now grab the captain and I'll show you."

The team was all lined up and bent over at the waist. Their armbinders were chained to a hook in the ceiling while their nipples were chained to the ground via nipple clamps, forcing the girls to permanently bend at the waist and look forward. The coach and captain were brought out in front of them and bent over a railing, their ankles locked into an iron spreader bar. They were facing the rest of the team, **** to look into each other's eyes. All of them were gagged and most of them had tear-stained faces.

Jamal handed Max a large, wooden paddle as they walked behind the captain and the coach. "I hear the Amazons believe you can just spank a girl in till she begs for the collar, which seems primitive to me. You can have so much more fun than that...and what is the point of work if you don't enjoy what you do? Luckily, these gags will prevent any useless begging."

Jamal stood behind the coach and slammed the paddle hard on her ass. The petite woman yelled loudly into her gag as she buckled forward, the entire team seeing her pained expression. "Just go to town. Let all these fillies see what happens to women who don't accept the collar."

The two men worked for the next twenty minutes, just hitting their rears as hard as they could, over and over. Max's arm was even starting to hurt. I might have to start going to the gym if the job is going to require this he thought as he delivered another spank on the captain's beet-red ass. The two women were bawling now, tears streaming down their face. They were begging into their gags, ****, begging for the collar, begging to suck their cocks, but all anyone heard was a bunch of garbled nonsense. The rest of the team was in a state of pure fear, **** to watch the ****...**** to look right in painful eyes of two women they looked up to.

"Alright kid, its time for step two," Jamal said as he handed Max a large vibrator. "Make sure you let your slut cum as much as she can. I want all of these slaves to see how pleasurable being a **** actually is."

Max took the vibrator and placed it on Captain Dawn's clit, turning it on. The exhausted girl, so overwhelmed with the pain in her rear, suddenly lurched forward in surprise. It wasn't surprising to Max, as the girl was already sloppy wet before he even finished the spanking. "Wait, where is your vibrator?" Max asked.

Jamal smiled as he undid his pants. "Well you see, we have the opportunity to teach two lessons at once," he explained as he put his fingers into the coach's cunt. She was also soaked, allowing Jamal to lube his own cock with it. He then pressed his hard cock up against the petite girl's asshole, teasing it with pressure. She weakly tried to squirm away, still exhausted from her long spanking. She knew what was coming and was pleading into her gag, but those sounds just made Jamal harder. He pressed into her hard, causing her eyes to go wide with surprise and pain. The pain increased once he was fully inside of her ass, once his hips smacked into her tender rear. Every time he thrusts the pain was two-fold: the pain of the ass-fuck and the burning sensation on her butt.

The team had two very different scenes in their vision. The first was their captain, with her eyes rolled back in pleasure, moaning loudly into her gag, mouth drooling, and grinding her hips on the vibrator like a slut. The second was their coach, her eyes filled with tears and her gag blocking her loud, painful screams. The message was clear: accept the collar and be rewarded, reject it and experience hell.