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The dark-haired woman shudders, goes still, then goes slack. "I - I - oh..." she mutters. Grant smiles at her, then turns his attention to the other women huddled on the floor of the gym.

"As you'll see, claiming really does a number on a person. I want you to know what you're choosing between, here! What's your name?" he asks the newly claimed troublemaker, who's blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to her new feelings as her captors step away from her.

"Uh. I'm...I'm Sarah. Sarah - "

"No," he says, cutting her off. "From now on, you'll answer to Cumbucket. Got that, Cumbucket?"

The woman blushes, looking mortified, but nods. "I...yes, sir."

"What's your name again?"

"I'm..." She takes a deep breath, then nearly whispers, "I'm Cumbucket."

"Louder," Grant says cheerily. "Let everyone here you say it."

Her cheeks are flaming red. "My name is...is Cumbucket," she says loudly. Several of the unclaimed women are watching her, horrified, but Grant plans to drive the lesson home.

"Good. Take your clothes off, Cumbucket."

She blanches. "A-All of them?"

"Yep. Every one. Quick now."

Cumbucket is blushing furiously, but she reaches down and seizes the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head in one quick motion. There are murmurs of shock among the unclaimed women as she tosses it aside, then unclips her bra to let her full breasts hang free. Her stockings follow, then her panties. Just as she's moving to cover herself with her hands, Grant says, "No, no. Kneel, please. Legs spread apart, hands behind your head."

Cumbucket swallows but complies. She assumes the posture, totally exposed in front of her former peers, her face flushed and chest trembling slightly. "Now," Grant continues airily. "I want you to tell me, Cumbucket - what's the most humiliating thing you can think of, sexually? What's something you've done that made you feel ashamed, made you feel dirty?"

"I - I - uh," Cumbucket swallows, looking nervous among the whispers of consternation in the hall. "I...I guess...I guess...anal."

"Interesting! Why is that?" Grant asks. "Tell us the details."

"I...I...oh, God." Cumbucket blushes, clearly ashamed, but she carries on. "I...in college, I...was failing my chem class. But the professor...everyone knew he liked pretty girls, so I...I thought maybe I could seduce him into changing my grade...and he said yes, but...he insisted I let him fuck my - my ass...and he laughed at me and called me a stupid whore the whole time. He wasn't...it wasn't...sexy, it just felt...cheap. And then he only gave me a C+..."

"Hmmm. So would you say you were a stupid whore, Cumbucket?"

She flinches. "I...I guess...I just wanted...to not fail..."

"Oh, you were definitely a stupid whore. And I think you probably still are. Say it."

"Say - "

"Say, 'I'm a stupid whore.'"

"I'm a...a stupid whore," Cumbucket says, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

"Now, Cumbucket, I'm sure you want to make me happy, right?" Cumbucket nods desperately. "I appreciate that. But the fact of the matter is that you haven't - you caused a ruckus and made me very annoyed. So I'm going to punish you now. Is that fair?" She nods again, looking miserable. "Tell me what I should do."

"Please, p-punish me, sir..."

"Good. Glad we're on the same page. Lily, would you do me the favor of fucking this stupid whore's ass for me?"

"Sure thing, boss," Lily says with a grin. She pulls a small rucksack off her back and yanks out a harness and a large, navy-blue dildo. "Should I lube for her?" she asks as she begins strapping up.

"Use her throat for that. I don't want to hurt her too badly. But it is a punishment." Lily, tightening the last strap on the harness, nods, and steps over to Cumbucket, who looks up at her, trembling and tearful, before glancing to Grant.

"P-Please...master...that was before...do I...will this make you happy?"

"Happy?" Grant pauses, then shakes his head. "No, not particularly, Cumbucket. But I do order you to do it. Slop up that dick, then bend over so Lily can fuck you in the ass like the stupid whore you are."

Cumbucket lets out a sob, but turns toward Lily and opens her mouth. Lily seizes her by the hair and pushes her hips forward, thrusting the dildo into the other woman's mouth with enough **** to make her **** and sputter before beginning to buck her hips, energetically pumping in and out of Cumbucket's throat and working up a lather of saliva. Cumbucket moans as the lewd sound of her **** fills the air while Grant turns back to the six remaining women.

"Now! As I said, claiming is very powerful. You see what it's done to Cumbucket, there. I really want to emphasize that this is not how I normally treat claimed women. I do it not to scare you, but to show you the extent of how it changes someone. She doesn't even want to do this, but because I told her to, she will." Even as he speaks, Lily pulls her now slick cock out of Cumbucket's gasping mouth and steps to one side. A light push on the kneeling woman's shoulder gets Cumbucket to bend forward, still weeping slightly in humiliation, and press her face to the floor as she raises her ass. Lily grins and spits on her asshole for good measure as she lines herself up, then pushes the dildo into Cumbucket's puckered hole. Cumbucket lets out a moaning shriek as she's penetrated, hands slapping at the floor, but she doesn't move, allowing Lily to push forward deeper and deeper into her butt.

"So," Grant says. "I can take three women with me unclaimed. If you want that to be you, take your clothes off and come kneel in front of me right...now."