This excitement was so very foreign to her. Heat swam through her as she gazed down at the small form laying unconscious on her bed. Oh, how she used to be so against this. What had actually caused her to say yes? Was it his brilliant, beguiling smile? His honeyed words that melted away her resolve against it?
Whatever it was, she was here now, and it was something to behold.
This was one of his girls, from his school of training. The sweet thing was five-years-old and new to the school. She had dusty blonde curls that spiraled across the covers around her head like a halo. Her eyes, which she had never seen before, where closed, dark lashes fanning across her cheeks. Her shoulders were to the bed, her hips turned on the side. Her tail looped out behind her in a great bend that reached her little toes. 
Her ankles and wrists were bound, and she was completely naked. This added the strangest of sensation to the woman's loins. 
And she could no longer stand there staring. 
She ran her hand along the little cub's thigh, shivers running up her arm. Crawling onto the bed, she touched the child's stomach, firm and soft. The fur tickled the pads of the woman's fingers reminding her of how coarse some of her adult lovers' fur had been. So many new sensations it made her head spin with possibilities.
Slowly, she spread the slightly chubby little legs. And there it was, bare to the cool air, her prepubescent pussy. Licking, then biting her lip, the woman brought her nose close, sniffing slowly. Such a sweet smell blushed her cheeks red and she leaned closer. Letting her long tongue slip out, she pressed it against the cub's vulva. Tasting little, she delved deeper with her tongue. 
Her eyes crossed when she tasted the bitter sweetness of the little puckered flower. She then closed those eyes as she continued her feast, licking deeply into the tight hole. 
The girl began to stir, moaning as consciousness slowly came back. But the woman paid no mind. Her own body became to feel tight, the girl's moans merely kindling the fire blazing inside her belly. 
"Where am I?" the girl muttered. Receiving no response, the girl began to move her hips, trying to move away from the woman's mouth. "What are you doing? That tickles, stop."
Slowly, the woman pulled her tongue out of the girl's little tunnel.
"My name is Melissa. You were brought here for training," the woman said, running her hands along the little girl's body. 
"Where's Mommy? And Papa?" the girl continued to try to move from the woman's touch, making Melissa feel upset. 
Yet oddly more excited.
"They sent you here. Don't you want to learn how to make them happy?" She lied. The girl had been kidnapped from her parents. But the girl didn't need to know that. "Now tell me your name, now that you know mine."
"Bianca, my name is Bianca."
Melissa smiled and moved closer over the little girl. "That is such a pretty name."
"How is this supposed to make my mommy and Papa happy?" the girl asked, curious fear clear in her brilliant blue eyes. 
"You know why mommies and daddies are together right? It's because they have sex."
"What is sex miss?"
"It's what mommies and daddies do to make each other happy. So you see, I have to teach you how to have sex to make your mommy and daddy happy."
"You didn't answer my question."
Melissa chuckled, touching the girls tan cheek. "Very clever aren't you? Sex is when a daddy puts his penis inside mommy's vagina."
"What are those?"
"I'll show you what a penis is later, right now, I'll be teaching you how to please a mommy."
The girl opened her mouth to ask another question, but Melissa silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Questions come after the lesson."
Dipping her head, she licked her tongue over the girl's tiny nipple, tasting the sweet salt of her skin. She wanted to again taste the girl's sweet treasure so she grabbed the girl's hips and lifted them. Spreading her legs by the knees, she put them over her head and closed her mouth over the entirety of her privates. 
The girl squeaked and fidgeted. Trembling started when Melissa found the little nub of pleasure and began to flick her tongue over it. She lapped at the sweetness of the child's vagina, more and more fluid beginning to flow. 
"M-miss, it's starting to feel funny," she stammered, face aglow with pleasure. "C-can we please s-stop?"
But she continued, undulating her tongue over the child's sex until she tightened her legs and began to pant heavily. Cries and squeaks flew from her lips until she shouted and Melissa felt the spasms on her tongue. 
Slowly pulling away, her tongue dripping with the girl's passion, she licked her lips. Gazing at the girl, cheeks red, hair frazzled from her shaking her head from side to side; Melissa finally let the last shred of doubt go. 
Untying the girl's ankles, the woman lowered the cub's legs. "Now, do you think you can do that for me?"
"I... I don't know..."
"You'll do it if you want to make your mommy happy," she said, grabbing the little girl's chin tightly. "Now, taste yourself on my tongue."
Such power over this little girl drove Melissa wild as she kissed the girl deeply in a way no adult should kiss a child. But she didn't care anymore. After tasting such sweet forbidden nectar, she'd never go back to the mundane. 

Months Later.

"No!" Melissa yelled and brought the riding crop down hard on the girl's behind, already red from several swats. "I know you can take it deeper. Down into your throat or you will never make your daddy happy."
Tears from pain were running down the girl's red cheeks. Her mouth opened and closed over the strapped on dildo. It was a long purple phallus that grew thicker towards the base that she was using to train the little girl. 
Bianca forced it down to the back of her throat.
"Deeper," Melissa growled, slowly pulling on the collar around the girl's neck. 
Squeezing her eyes closed, Bianca pushed against it, so hard Melissa felt the pressure against her pubic bone. 
With a jolt, Melissa saw Bianca's lips move farther down the shaft. Pleased, she relieved some pressure on the girl's collar. 
"That's a good girl."
Putting a paw on the back of the cub's head, Melissa pushed her down onto the dildo. She held the girl until she shook, trying to push away and unable to use her hands. 
Finally Melissa let go and the girl fell backwards, gasping and coughing from choking. 
"Yes, you are getting so much better..."
"Miss, please... I don't think Papa would hurt me like this," the girl cried.
Melissa looked at the sobbing girl and caressed her cheek. 
"You're right, I don't think he would. I'm sorry."
"When am I ever going to see them again?" her voice cracked and she coughed.
Melissa wiped her tears from her soft cheeks. "Maybe soon," she said, not wanting to sound cruel. "But they wont be happy to see you if you can't give a proper blow job."
The girl nodded and opened her mouth again. 

The following day, Melissa was resting on the window bench when she saw a black care pull into her driveway. She watched as it wound its way towards her house and thought, No, it can't be this soon.
"Bianca," she called. The girl, slow as always to answer her summons, walked into the room. With mouth still gagged and arms still bound, she bowed, her legs shaking from the vibrators Melissa had put into her pussy and asshole. 
"Late as always," Melissa said as she stood from the window bench. The car had come to a stop in front of her garage and Melissa's eyes lingered on it until it was out of view. 
Crouching, Melissa grabbed the girl's petite shoulders, "Today is the day you get to see Daddy," she said. The girl's eyes lit up and an open mouthed smile split her face. 
"Now be on your best behavior, he doesn't take kindly to misbehaved little girls."
The cub's eyebrows fell together in confusion. 
Melissa straighten as the door bell rang. Opening the door, she bowed in respect to Ark.
The girl squeaked, clearly confused by not seeing her real father. Melissa looked at the girl sternly, silently telling her to be quiet. The cub's eyes immediately dropped to the floor. 
"Such a lovely sight to see," Ark's voice boomed through the large room. Stepping in, he set down his briefcase next to the door and went to the little girl.
"Thank you so much for such a wonderful opportunity," Melissa gushed. 
"She looks like she's gained a bit of weight," Ark commented, loosening his tie.
"Why, yes, I seem to really enjoy the chubbier of the cubs," Melissa said nervously. She wondered how much he would enjoy her handiwork. "I could put her on a diet for when she officially joins the school."
"No, I think she looks adorable." He cupped her chin, turning it from side to side. A moment passed, then he said, "Does she have any stockings?"
Melissa was caught of guard, "N-no, I haven't gotten her any yet. I was actually very surprised by your visit today."
He grunted and then straightened and moved to grab his briefcase. Melissa sidestepped out of the way, her hands automatically moving behind her back. Glancing at the girl, Melissa caught her glaring up at her. Melissa raised a finger, then two and the girl stopped glaring, knowing that it meant swats if she continued to disrespect the woman.
Ark set the briefcase down on the table and popped the lock. Raising the lid, Melissa caught eye of several different pairs of stockings and various other items. She supposed it made sense, his business was the trafficking of little girls. 
Pulling out a pair, he went back to the little girl and offered a paw. Confused, the cub looked at Melissa, who raised her leg. 
Bianca must of understood for she lifted her foot and offered it to Ark. Melissa watched intently as the white fabric slid over the girl's fur, traveling up her leg until it rested on her thigh. A black bow decorated the top of the socking, signifying that Ark approved of her training thus far.
At Ark's school, parents could buy various items of clothing to show the cub's level of training. Black, of course, was a harder trained little girl. 
"Has the girl been knotted yet?" Ark asked. 
"Ah, n-no, I was waiting for your arrival. I wanted you to decide her fate."
"Hmm, she is still not broken I hope."
"Of course. I did most of my training on her ass and throat."
Ark growled and Melissa saw a visible shift in his body. "Fantastic, we shall hold the auction as soon as possible. As much as I would love to have this girl, business is business."
Melissa was a little sad to see the girl go. She had grown quite found of her but, she also somehow knew this would be the outcome.
"Alright. Should we ready now, or-"
"One last thing I would like to check." Ark reached to the girl's bottom and pulled, having the girl spin and then he grabbed the remote for the bullets. Turning them off, he bent the girl over and pulled them out. Spreading her cub cheeks, he examined her behind. Muttering to himself, he groped the girl, checking for details that were important for the auction. 
"Yes, she should fetch a good price," he said finally. He then unclasped the ball gag and took it from the girl. "Now, girl, suck on Daddy's cock."
Melissa couldn't help but gasp as he revealed his member. Already hard, it popped from his suit pants and stood proud in front of the cub's face. Biting her lip, Melissa watched as the girl's eyes drifted closed and she opened her mouth. Watching the girl give such a good blow job, remembering to move her tongue, to take it all the way to the base until she couldn't breathe; it made Melissa hot. As Ark's grunts became more frequent and his body heaved with hard pants, Melissa felt her knees go weak.
"Now swallow it all you little slut," Ark growled as his head tipped back. He pulled her head down and came down his throat, his hips pulsing forward with the waves of pleasure that rocked him. 
And little Bianca didn't spill a drop. When he pulled out, she had sucked all the semen away and Ark barely needed to wipe off his cock with his kerchief. 

Bianca sold for over $2000 at the auction. Melissa couldn't believe how high the bids went as the girl was bent over, anally fisted and orally fucked. They went wild for how deeply she could take the cocks in her mouth. The demonstrators looked more than pleased with her. She went home with a tall, bulky tiger who gave the money up front. 
And, as happy as Melissa was to have trained the cub so well, she was sad to no longer have a play thing. 
Another one of the teachers must have seen this sadness for she approached her and put a hand on Melissa's shoulder. 
"The first one is always the hardest to let go."
Melissa nodded. Then the door opened and a woman walked in. Her expression was of pure exhaustion as she lead in a little girl who couldn't have been older than 2. Melissa looked at the little mouse girl and knew she had to have her. Not only because of the spots on her face which looked like freckles, but because of how young she was.
Melissa walked up to the woman and greeted her. "How may I help you ma'am?"
"Is this Ark's School for Cubs?" the woman asked.
"Why, yes it is. Are you hear for schooling or academy?"
"Which ever one takes this damned girl off my hands. I can't be a mother, take her."
"Yes ma'am," Melissa said, calling over Ark. "This woman wants to enroll, um," Melissa looked to the woman.
"Quitarah."
"Quitarah, in the academy. Permanently."
Melissa would indeed have the little Quitarah.