WARNING: The events and characters of this story occur in the year 2046 and are absolutely true. This sad, sick tragedy will inevitably unfold just this way, unless of course, you manage to learn something from it and nurture some compassion for the contradictions of the human condition.

Story codes: Mdom, Mg11, DS, bd, ped, enema, reluc, spank, sad, NC,

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Summary: Ginger learns about consequences her first morning.

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Characters

Bukukuwa (Buki): 18 yo boy, student, natural

Timond (Timmy): 17 year old boy, Form 6, a natural

Ginger (Karen): 11 year old girl, a convert

Johnny: 8 yr old, a convert

Kulki: 19 yr old boy, student, blond, natural,

Reverend Sendd: minister of the Brotherhood of Denali

Zakila: 20 year old by, Timond's friend, a natural

#2326 Day 2 at 7:00 Novum Academy for Young Men

level 4 boy's dorm Mr. Timond's room

"Ok, up and out," Timmy said as he opened the crate door. He held two leashes in his hand and as the dog came out he snapped the first leash to his collar. The girl in the crate opened her eyes. Looking at the steel weave of the crate she realized it was not a nightmare but real. The boy who was now snapping a leash to her collar was real and he was tugging on it and talking to her

"Come on, Ginger. We have to be in Brother Samuel's office in an hour. I have to show you how to care for Max and you need a shower." He gave the leash a couple of tugs again.

"I can't do this, and my name's not Ginger!" the girl said, her voice quivering like she was going to start crying again. She had cried herself to sleep, which was only briefly as Timmy had ordered the building computer network to command her collar to give her a sedative. But now the sedative was long gone and Timmy had enough experience to know that her emotions could rule the situation.

"What is your name, Ginger?" Timmy put his hand on her shoulder.

She looked at him silently. Then finally, "I don't know but it's not Ginger. And I can't do this."

"Yes, you can. Come out of the crate. You'll feel better after a shower," he tried to make his voice reassuring. He waited patiently for several quiet seconds, then reached out his hand and waved his fingers in a "come" gesture.

Not having any better plan, she slowly began to emerge from the crate to follow the dog out. "Shower?" she asked still feeling confusion as she stood up.

"Yeah, you smell like dog," Timmy said, then immediately regretted it.

The girl jerked and stared at him. He could see her fist clench but she froze. Good, he thought, remembering the shock she received last night, She learns fast.

"Geeze, I wonder why," she said trying to put him into place.

"Let's go," he said pulling on her collar walking towards the door as it slid open.

The girl didn't move and Timmy had to jerk to a stop at his end of the leash. "Can I have some clothes, please?" she demanded.

"You can earn clothes later, but you don't need clothes for a shower."

Ginger made a face. Timmy had equipped himself with his belt of pouches containing useful training tools. One was a small whip. He pulled it off the belt and quickly snapped her thigh.

"Ouch!" she said pulling leg away.

"You can do as you're told and be rewarded or you can be punished. I won't use the collar if I don't have to, but believe me, there are worse punishments than my collar."

The girl reached up and pulled at the collar for a second. It gave a rising whine, beeped and there was a snap.

"Owwwwwww!"

Quietly, Timmy gave her another cue with the leash, "Ginger, don't mess with my collar. Do as you're told, follow me."

She grabbed the leash with her hand and held it but stepped forward to follow. The door slid closed behind them as they walked down the hall towards a door labeled, "Body Care". It too slid open as they approached it and revealed a large room with lockers and unidentifiable machines along one wall. A naked little girl was sitting alone on her knees, spread wide, looking at Ginger as she followed Timmy in. Then Ginger saw a man with hairy legs and a hairy chest sitting on a toilet on the other side of the room.

"Morning Timmy," the man said in greeting.

"Morning Brother Bara," Timmy answered and they kept walking towards the back which adjoined another room.

This room turned out to be a sort of shower room with some different unidentifiable machines on the wall and water running.

"Buki, Paulo," Timmy said to the two men in the room, paying little attention. "Timmy," they both answered. One said, "Top of the morning."

One man had a girl on the floor. She was in the same kneeling position with her knees spread wide. He held a shower hose in one hand and was soaping her hair with the other. The other man and a woman on the floor, an older teenager, maybe older, Ginger couldn't tell. She was hunched over, her face to the floor and arms to her side with a hose coming from her butt. As the hose pulsed, the man was washing her back and butt.

"Ginger, wake up. Up here," Ginger realized that the man they called Timmy had been talking to her and pointing to a metal frame that had six legs, a high part and a lower part.

"What's he doing?" she said looking back at the girl with the hose coming from her rear.

"I'll explain, but kneel here," Timmy said patting the two pads on the lower part.

Ginger cautiously edged closer. "What is that?"

"It's called a bathing frame. Kneel," Timmy said directing her by the arm towards the lower pair of pads. They were concave, shaped to put each knee in. When she was kneeling on the lower section of the frame she faced the higher part which came to her stomach. Timmy reached down and pulled straps behind her thighs strapping her legs in place. Now Ginger looked down and saw the straps behind her thighs. Her anxiety visibly rose. She reached back and grabbed Timmy's arm, "No!" Her voice echoed in between the shower room walls. Timmy looked at her, and their eyes met. His look was severe. "Please," she said quietly.

He took her hand with his, and put his right hand on her shoulder. In the same tone as her quiet plead, he answered. "It's ok. I'm just going to give you a shower and get you clean. We won't have to do this every day but frames help you get used to stuff. Lay your tummy down here. I'm not going to hurt you." Timmy moved his hand to her back and gently pushed her forward. When she was face down with her chest and stomach laying across the top of the metal frame Timmy pulled her hands down so her arms were on the other side of the frame at the same level as her knees and feet, and strapped them to the tall side of the frame. Was he going to beat her? He said he wouldn't, but any man who would lock a girl in a crate with a dog, not to mention the unspeakable stuff before that, would easily lie. Her hair hung down over her head. She tried to looked around in an effort to see what he was doing. Through her hair, she could see him at one of the machines on the wall.

"Bael, what size anal plug for bitch Ginger's colonic?" she heard him ask someone.

"Three," came a voice that echoed in the room over the sound of water falling from the hand sprayers.

Something came from the machine and she could see the boy attaching it to a hose that he rolled out of the wall.

"What are you doing?" Ginger voice was edgy.

"Cleaning you," he answered placing his hand on her ass, "Just relax. This won't hurt."

"Stop!" she said urgently.

"Quiet," he pulled something from his belt and she could feel something squirting into her butthole.

"uhh, please," she begged but the belts restrained her movement.

Suddenly she felt something large enter her anus. She twisted her head but could not see behind herself. "Please!" Her voice was on the edge crying again, "Please stop!"

"Bael, begin colonic for bitch Ginger," Timond spoke looking at her, "Relax, Ginger. It'll make you feel really clean inside."

The girl felt something expand into her anus, as the nozzle's head expanded to hold the hose in place then she felt a pulsing flush of water in her ass.

She heard another man's voice in the room. "Kneel and display. Wider... Wider damn it," and she heard a crack echo through the room.

"Every morning, you get a colonic flush so you're ready for ... for whatever cums, I guess. I'll give you a shower. You should pee now. There's a drain under you and it'll just go down that drain. You can't just pee anytime you want here cause sometimes we're too busy to take you so you should always go when you can." As he talked he was squirting shampoo over her. touching her everywhere. The girl felt completely violated. There was no way to keep his hands off her. "Close your eyes," he said as he worked lather into her hair and rinsed it. "I want you to remember that. When you need to pee or potty, you have to ask me, or another man, ok? Or a boy." Then he soaped her face but didn't rinse it off before he moved to her back. "You can just go now because I am here to take care of you, but you have to listen to me and every other man, and do as we say." The hose in her ass continued to pulse water into her. She felt her tummy expand.

"Open," she heard from the other side of the room. "Ok, bitch up."

Then "Your new bitch?" she heard one of the other men in the shower say.

"Yep," Timmy answered, "Today's her first day. She's doing pretty good considering."

"How old?" asked the voice.

"11," Timmy answered.

A hand swept her hair but Ginger still could not open her eyes. "Pretty," the voice said. "Looking forward to it." She felt a pat on her butt cheek. "She got any tits?" Ginger felt a hand on her chest, then fingers squeezing a breast. She thought perhaps it was Timmy because she could feel his ring touching her skin. It felt seriously good and she hated that and hated whoever was touching her.

"Not much," Timmy answered, "But we'll put her on a cum diet and see if we get them to grow." She heard the men chuckle. She felt a loud slap on her ass.

Her stomach felt bloated with the water entering her rectum. "It's too much," she said with a frantic tone.

"The colonic? No it's not, it's pressure regulated. If you learn to relax it will feel good. Don't fight it," he answered, "Don't fight anything here and you'll be just fine." As the pressure went down and the water seemed to evacuate itself she felt some relief but it was followed by another building of pressure with new water coming into her ass again. Had the girl not had her eyes closed and face down, she would have seen brown water sweeping out through the hose, followed clear water going in. Finally after several cycles she would have seen a green fluid come through the clear tube then everything stopped. But she couldn't see anything.

Ginger heard a different voice, "Up. Stand and display."

Timmy was washing her chest now. She felt him pay special attention to the new rings in her nipples. She tried to open her eyes and she could see he was kneeling beside her examining the rings in her nipples. Her eyes began burning from the soap and she closed them. Timmy was checking for inflammation or irritation from the new nipple rings. They looked OK, so he slipped the ring on his finger up the finger to the last joint and played with her nipple rings briefly. He carefully touched every part of her body, under her arms, in the delicate skin of the armpits, along her back, reaching under to rub her tummy, her thighs, especially inside between the legs, along her calves, washing between each toe. All this was carefully planned and would be practiced every day to accustom the girl to a man's touch, any man's touch. And Timond knew from his limited experience that there would come a time when she would not just look forward to it but crave it, and if it didn't happen, beg for it. With this in mind, his fingers ran up again, handling her butt cheeks. After washing her crack around the nozzle, he moved to behind her and checked the clit ring. He couldn't see it as well and would have to examine it better later but he could play with it. Placing his left hand on her back he could feel her breathing began to quicken as he diddled her clit. Good responsive bitch he thought to himself then out loud he said, "Good bitch."

"Ok, put your hands against the wall and spread," she could hear the other voice say then she heard a snap. "Wider, I need to check your cunt, bitch."

Removing the hose from her anus, she heard Timmy say, "Almost done." Then she felt a fresh spray of water from his hand sprayer and she held her breath as he rinsed her face then her hair.

There seemed to be other men and girls coming and going from the room. When the soap was finally out of her face, Ginger was able to open her eyes and another girl coming in, older than herself, completely naked. The man's crotch was completely exposed in front and Ginger could see is penis was straight like a round bar, bouncing as he followed.

"In the frame. Face down," the man said directing the girl to another frame like Ginger was bound to.

Timmy was beside her now, and through a towel over her head and began to dry Ginger's hair.

"That Andy's new bitch?" she heard Timmy say.

"Yeah, I kept her all night. ... Head down. Hold still. ... Getting her cleaned up for him and taking her up to the Lounge," came the other man's voice.

"Nice tits and ass," said Timmy's voice.

"Yeah, nice little fuck. Gonna give her one more load a cream before I take her up. ... Steady."

"Oh." Ginger heard a girl's voice.

Suddenly the towel was off her head. Ginger looked up to see the man behind the girl whom he had just followed in bumping back and forth. The girl was strapped to the frame just like Ginger but knees were farther up and spread wider and she had large tits that were swinging in time with man's bumping. Ginger could not see well through the wild strands of her hair, and at first Ginger thought the man was trying to move the girl forward. But the girl's mouth was open and she was breathing audibly. Suddenly, Ginger felt the shocking realization that the man was having sex with the girl right there in front of everyone. Ginger suddenly remembered seeing a man and woman having sex in a video and remember the disgust she felt when she clicked the video closed. Now she was in the same room strapped to a metal frame just like the woman. Ginger suddenly felt terror.

Ginger screamed. It echoed through the shower room.

"What the ... " Timmy reached over and put his hand over her mouth. "Shut the fuck up." The girl stopped the scream as his palm muffled it.

"Damn," he said putting hand on her shoulder. "Can you calm down?"

She was staring at the man's humping ass, as he looked back and smiled at her.

"Can I release this straps now?" Timmy said skeptically. He took his hand from her mouth. Ginger didn't answer but she seemed like she would not bolt.

He gripped one of her arms with a hand just in case and she averted her eyes and looked down as he finally unstrapped her, "Up." He tugged her leash again gently. "Stand here and display. That means spread your legs apart while I check your clit ring."

They could both hear the fapping of the man's pelvis against the buttocks of teen in the frame.

From the metal frame she could hear the others leaving, "Let's go bitches," in another part of the room and she turned her head and saw their backs as they went into the adjoining room and heard the men chatting in the next room.

Pushed herself up so her chest was no longer down and pushed her hair out of her eyes to see clearly now the man's stomach was clearly banging into the girl's butt. Timmy watched Ginger watching the fucking a short time. Timmy walked over to the girl's head. "Head up, sweetheart. You're getting a fuck," he said raising her head by the chin. "Taking her up to the Lounge this morning, huh? I have an hour and a half free." He patted her head. "I think you and I are going to have a date this morning. Mr. Spitz should have you nice and warmed up."

"Better reserve her. She's is popular," Spitz said through his teeth as humped the girl's ass.

Timmy touched her collar, "Bael, reserve this bitch for ... uh ... 10:15 in the Lounge."

"Acknowledged. Bitch Alissa is reserved for Master Timond at 10:15 in the 7^th floor Lounge," came a voice in answer.

"See ya later, Alissa," Timmy said reaching over her head and patting her cheek.

Timmy turned back to Ginger. "Down off the frame and stand over there. " He pointed to a spot on the floor under a long bar as he walked towards her.

To his relief the Ginger complied, partly because she saw others following the same routine, he thought. The girl could see the room was empty now, except for them and the man and the girl having sex. Timmy used the hose on her front one more time and massaged around her tits. She automatically reacted by grabbing his wrists. "Hands down," he commanded sternly."

She heard a grunt and a high pitched, "Ooh." Without really wanting to look she looked to see what was happening. The man had the girl's shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other. He as pulling into her hard, followed by several hard thrusts, with his teeth clenched. Timmy did not look up and didn't even seem to notice.

"I said, hands down, or I strap you to that bar over your head," Timmy said louder.

She looked up and to see what he was talking about. A bar ran above her from wall to wall. She put her hands down and made a face. "You like that?"

"Do you?" he retorted. The girl could not feel the wetness under her collar, but she did feel a tingle in her tummy as the ring on his index finger touched the ring in each titty. Each ring had a proximity detector that detected the other ring and sent a signal to her collar. The collar relayed the information to the central computer system and that system made a usually random decision as to whether or not to "reward". If she was lucky enough to get a "reward" the building's computer network sent a signal to the collar to release a small sample of chemicals stored in the collar's internal vials that contained Orgzone that made her feel horny paired with other pharmas that made her feel "good". All this happened randomly when his ring came close to hers, not too often and not predictably, but frequently enough to develop a craving in the recipient. The girl felt a little dizzy and wavered slightly.

Timmy grabbed a hand and directed up to the bar over her head, "Don't fall, Ginger. Hold here." She grabbed the bar.

Timmy reached down and lathered her vulva one more time as well. He wanted these new rings clean and made a mental note to put bio-mitigation chemical on them when she was dry. He carefully made sure his ring finger touched the little ring in her clitoris.

The girl felt dizzy again and now her tummy really began to tingle and she felt wet all over. She put her other hand up and held the bar with both hands.

Timmy smiled at her. She hated him. This was so humiliating and this strange man was touching her most private area. She wanted to kick yet she knew the result. But there was another feeling his continued massage of the outside of her pussy and the gentle rinse of it with a fine, warm spray. Timmy liked washing pussies of any age. This one was starting to puff a little, another good sign in a bitch.

Finally, "Ok listen, we've got to you upstairs," he said pulling a large towel out of a machine.

#2326 Day 2 at 11:00 Novum Academy for Young Men

outside Director Brother Samuel's office

Timmy knocked on the door and waited. He had spent more than an hour in records. It was surprising how much he was allowed to see about the girl he was now responsible for. He had always been told that anyone who was not an actual Brother would never know much. But the records manager had explained that, as the bitch's primary handler, he had to be very familiar with what personal memories were considered facilitative of the girl's conversion and what remembered references would warrant "treatment". Something Timmy was much less familiar with were the memories that had been "implanted" with video/audio and something called a "reception drug". He wondered what that would be like, to remember something that never happened. He knew she will remember having met Satan and she will remember that he had fucked her. Even now he still speaks to her.

Timmy knocked again, louder. Now he felt a little anxiety. He had spent the last 45 minutes or so in the Lounge. He had taken a little break to go up there just to spend a little time fucking Andy's new girl. It turned out that she was not there and his reservation had been canceled. But he did find a big filly with nice round ass in one of the pits and had spent the time riding her soft, welcoming butt while watching a video. He was supposed to be back by 1100 and he was sure he had made it. But there was no answer.

He thought about all the things he had to accomplish with this girl early on. For example he has to call Brother Samuel's attention to anything the little girl remembers that might interfere with her dependency. At the same time, he is not supposed to allow her to talk much, especially not to allow her to ask questions. He was not certain he could handle all this.

"Bael, please announce my presence to Brother Samuel," he said to the hall control panel.

"Brother Samuel and the bitch Ginger are in the Behavior Chamber on sublevel 6," the building system replied.

Timmy felt confused, then worried. What had gone wrong? he thought to himself.

Then, after a few seconds pause, "Brother Samuel invites you to join them," the machine added.

Timmy called for the elevator down to sublevel 6 and wondered what the girl had done in Brother Samuel's presence the first day as Timmy's official ward.

Timmy felt some apprehension going down in the elevator. Whether boy or bitch, nobody wanted the attention of Brother Muta, AKA Old Raspy and all avoided this stalking ape with the heartless eyes. Everyone agreed behind his back, he is a sadist. As evidence it was not an uncommon event for this man to be called to the director's office for unnecessary physical abuse or "damage" to one of the females. Apparently his enthusiasm for his job more than compensated for his non-permanent mistakes. Boys at the school didn't usually know the history of a new convert before they arrived at the commune. With Brother Muta, one could have compiled a compendium of wild stories, only some could even be realistically possible, but Timmy gave none credence. To Timmy, Old Raspy was simply evidence that the chaos beyond the civilized communes was the hunting grounds of ogres.

The huge room called the Behavior Chamber was haunted by "Old Raspy" or at least, that is what the boys called him, and others too, Timmy suspected. The major part of Timmy's apprehension came from the fact that Timmy was the first to call him Old Raspy. Because Timmy was working on a school project and special presentation on the causes of the "Chaos", he had the very rare opportunity to peruse a "history book", an actual, real paper book, not published by the Brotherhood, one of the first he had ever been allowed to touch, but apparently obtained from the chaotic world outside, that students are almost never given the privilege to see. Thumbing through a chapter on a historical and now non-existent nation-state called "Russia" he came upon a picture that startled him because he thought he was looking at a picture of Brother Muta. Labeled "Rasputin", it was Timmy and his friend Paulo who recognized a dead ringer for the Brother they feared. Information about the lives of converts like Brother Muta before they came to the commune were almost unheard of, so Timmy and Paulo were quite excited at first. Shortly they figured out that Brother Muta would be unrealistically old and in another picture, was too skinny. They advocated the notion that it might be an ancestor and took great pleasure in speculating to other boys. It was Timmy that started referring to him as "Old Raspy" and to imitate his funny accent and a voice that sounded like a rasp working on tinny metal, the name caught and stuck. Timmy had nightmares for months about being sent to that chamber for whatever reason, only to find that Old Raspy had discovered the brain child behind the creation of the now popular name and then suffer the consequences.

In fact, the only time he went there in the role of transgressor, he was terrified. It was about a year after the name had been established that Timmy, then 11 years old, and two older and, he believed wiser friends, Zakila and Paolo, both 14, found themselves in that chamber. It was a day to remember. About an hour prior, Timmy was parading about in the brief possession of a young bitch whose primary handler was engaged in an important meeting. The young man, Timmy could not remember his name, had asked Zakila to handle the little bitch for an hour or two while he attended a meeting regarding her training. The boys were enamored with the power of their opportunity. Timmy had only recently began regular fucking of bitches, mostly much older ones. This girl was a dainty blond about 10 years old or so with newly emerging pointy tits that Timmy found he could not keep his hands off of.

The boys had her in the park around some picnic tables and their first endeavor was to give her some good fucks. She had very recently completed training to the point were she was being regularly used in the Lounge and passed around by the older boys. Her compliance was unquestioning. First Zakila put her over a picnic table and banged a load into her puss. Then Paolo took sloppy seconds. When it was Timmy's turn he wanted to impress the older boys with his new found virility, so he told the girl to "bitch up" on cement between the tables. As commanded she dropped down from the table to the concrete in doggy position with her head respectfully and uncomfortably low for Timmy to do his deed. Timmy remembered banging the shit out of her little pussy, slamming her as hard as he could to show her, and especially his friends, who was the new man in town.

At some point he remembered Paolo's laughing observation, "Hey look she's pissing," and indeed, Timmy's knees and her pink underwear got thoroughly wet with smelly urine. But the girl remained dutifully silent until Timmy finally slammed a load of thin 11 year old jism into her little cunt. Timmy joined Paolo and Zakila in the joke about piss but claimed that the girl simply couldn't hold it because she came so hard.

The girl was still in doggy position had put her head on the picnic table seat . Zakila told her to stand and bitch down on the table top. He had every intention of giving her a 4^th fuck and as many as they could until they had to return her. She rose, pulled off her wet panties and lay her back on the picnic table as instructed, with her legs hanging off and pussy spread on the table's edge, but then the boy's realized her eyes were as red as her pussy and that she had been silently crying. That was when Zakila realized the disaster. During fuck on the concrete she had skinned her shins so badly the skin was peeling and her knees were bleeding.

Timmy had committed one of the worst offenses of property use, ... damaging Brotherhood property. They quickly took her over to an park building with a water fountain and cold water faucet and tried their best to clean her up. But it was only few minutes later that the control panel on the side of the building delivered a message from her handler... he needed her to be delivered to the meeting immediately.

In less than a half an hour all three boys and the bitch found themselves standing in the Behavior chamber on sublevel 6. The abuse turned out to be especially serious because the meeting her handler was attending coincidentally involved a plan to put her up for auction in only a few days. Now new plans would have to be made.

To Timmy's surprise, it turned out that he was only there to observe. Neither Zakila nor Paolo had made any hint that their younger comrade, Timmy, had any responsibility in the transgression. Zaki, being both older and in charge of the girl took his punishment with silent bold reserve. That was saying a great deal because it was in fact the harshest punishment that Timmy had ever witnessed. Though his balls and penis were cupped protectively, everything else was available to the long lashing bullwhip that Old Raspy applied at least once on every surface incredible precision. First he was secured in stocks in the normal head down, back open manor, but when Old Raspy was finished with that, he reversed the boy to a face up, chest out and legs spread position that seemed to Timmy to be impossible to hold, aside from the whipping. Even today, Zaki still has a scar on his cheek that reminds all to take good care of another man's goods. Zaki was always pretty certain the scare was an intentional award from Old Raspy.

And, for his trouble, Old Raspy got to use the little pointed titted little girl in a session that no one else had the privilege to observe, except of course the unfortunate little bitch. And she would never talk about it.

So this was what Timmy was reminded of as the elevator arrived at sublevel 6. Everyone agreed behind his back, Old Raspy is a sadist. By this time Timmy had a good solid woody. Before the elevator door opened, he reached down and unzipped a part of his pants to let his balls hang out. The coolness felt good and he would enter the chamber like a man in charge.

Sublevel 6 the Behavior Chamber

The door swept back as he approached the room. In front of him beside a petition Timmy saw a tall blond full-buxom female kneeling back against a stock with her arms strapped to it, head back with a nose chain running to the wall behind her, and her knees spread wide. Her vulva and inner thighs displayed the red marks of a whipping. She probably had committed some crime like cutting short her physical workout regime. Welcome to Old Raspy's playroom Timmy thought to himself.

In a small cove to his right, he saw his girl on her elbows and knees on the floor with her hands clasped and elbows belted to the floor. Timmy looked down at the little strawberry blond with a ball gag in her mouth and tears running down her cheeks, at the hairy feet of Brother Muta, who was oddly wearing flip flops. At the end of one hairy arm was a cane. Her naked ass was in the air and butt cheeks glowed red and pimply.

Looking at Brother Samuel, "What happened?" Timond asked.

"Your bitch is learning to obey," Brother Muta was the one to answer.

"She was noncompliant when receiving her morning feeding in my office," Brother Samuel explained, "Apparently she felt above feeding from a bowl on the floor, so we took the opportunity to demonstrate how bitches get marked and marks get erased at Novum. As you can see, we are not quite finished with the erasure."

Timmy looked closely at her butt cheeks and could see the red lines from the Brother's pen still visible.

"Mr. Timond, if you would please take over, this is also a good opportunity to show this young one what authority she must answer to. I'm sure Brother Muta will not mind you using his chair," Brother Samuel gestured to the chair at the girl's left side. "I believe you have some practice at this."

Timmy sat down, putting his left hand on her bare left side. Her butt was nice for an 11-year-old, just beginning to broaden and fatten up. The girl's little brown asshole winked at him with its tiny creases. Timmy felt the urge to fuck it, but that would be a few days, yet. Maybe more.

He started with his right hand rubbing her butt. He rehearsed in his mind the sessions in the workrooms with Brother Samuel and assisting Zaki. Getting the blood flowing was the way to start. "Slow and easy shows control," Zaki would say.

The girl panted and sobbed her face to the floor hidden between her bound wrists. After a couple of minutes of soft massage, he began to lightly smack first one cheek then the other. The girl made a high pitch sob into the ball gag.

"When you are told to eat, you must eat," Timmy explained as he slapped, "Whether it's from a hand, or a spoon, or a dish on the floor, or a tube through your nose, you will do what you are told, or you suffer the consequences. Do you understand?"

She made another high-pitched sound, and nodded her head between her arms rapidly, trying to say something unintelligible. Timmy picked up the pace harder now.

"Make sure to contact her cunt, and a little more up," Brother Samuel advised, "Think round motions. Wake that little pussy up."

Timmy reached down with his left hand between her thighs and pulled on the closest one, "Spread a little more," but not stopping. The girl spread her knees apart more and Timmy slapped up exactly between her legs. When he hit her pussy her, she screamed into the ball gag. "Shhh, keep it down," he pulled each thigh a little more forward to get good clean contact with her vulva which as getting redder and puffier. The girl continued the sobbing, gagged screams around the ball gag and now Timmy started really smacking hard, "Count," he said but the girl only screamed. He counted himself in his head, his hand starting to hurt when he hit ten. At thirteen, he stopped suddenly.

And Timmy began the sequence again. Massage, reaching down between her legs to the pussy, then up and around the cheeks, little red spots on her red ass showed themselves more, followed by gentle slapping that got harder, and harder until it was really hard slaps and the girl wailing into the gag.

Now her ass was glowing red. He loved the color of her pussy lips now and they were plump and juicy, like slices of a small persimmon. He felt the longing to mount her ass and pound her the way he had pounded the little bitch between the picnic tables, but now was not the time. He gently began to massage again, focusing especially on the red mark. He ran his middle finger into the slit between her lips and it was wet. He touched his finger's ring to her clit ring. His other hand was on her stomach and he could feel her tense. Looking at Brother Samuel, "I am thinking I should use some lube?"

Brother Samuel nodded and winked giving him permission. Timond reached under the chair for the bottle of oil and poured it on his hand as he massaged. This caused the red line to disappear. He pushed down around the lips of her vulva and rubbed her clitoris between his fingers, ring clicking on ring, up and down in a smooth, wet massage. Timmy looked down at her collar and could see the momentary wetness that he controlled. In a minute, Timmy reached down with his left hand grabbing her head by the hair and pulling it up to see her face. "Look at me," he said, "Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me."

When her eyes met his, he asked, "The next time there is a dish on the floor and you are told to eat, are going to eat?"

Still sobbing the girl complied and tried to nod yes, uttering two unintelligible syllables into the ball gag that Timmy interpreted as agreement. He released her hair, and spoke to Brother Samuel, "With your permission sir, I will take her to a workroom and feed her. Then we can practice some etiquette and positions."

"That sounds good. I need a little relief and then I have work to do," Brother Samuel replied, then looked at Brother Muta, "Thank you, Brother Muta for your very professional assistance. I hope we don't have to trouble you again with this worthless bitch."

"Ehh your boy's too easy. Bring her back anytime and I vill teach her some facts," he sneered.

Timmy released the straps that held her wrists to the floor and pulled the ball gag over her head and off. The girl gasped with sobs and started to push up. But Timmy grabbed her neck pushing her back down, "Wait till your told what to do."

Picking up the oil bottle, straps and gag in one hand, he used the other to direct her neck to the shoes of Old Raspy, "Kiss the feet of Brother Muta, your trainer, and say - Thank you, Sir - " he commanded. There was a pause. Timmy knew she was reaching some kind of unpredictable line between compliance and hysteria. But to his relief, through her sobs, she did as told.

Again he directed her head towards the shoes of Brother Samuel, and pushed her ass, "Again, - Thank you, Sir." And again, she did the bidding. Brother Samuel reached down pulling her leash from his pocket, clipped it to her collar and handed the end to Timmy.

To the wall panel he said, "Bael, send Fiona to my office." The computer acknowledged the command. "Call Zakila if you need anymore help, but don't hesitate to call me if necessary." He looked down at the weeping bitch, "I will schedule you to bring it to a group training session that I will be leading tomorrow morning. Practice the etiquette today."

"Yes, sir," he answered. Then he looked down at the naked crying girl, "Now, kiss my shoes and thank me too, then lets go." The girl was hicking now, trying to breath, but once more the girl complied and Timmy gave her leash a little tug, "Up," he said almost gently.

Standing for the first time in more than an hour, she was wobbly. He put his hand under her arm and led her to the elevator.

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by Alexander Martin