Denali Brotherhood - Day 11 - Quiet Submission

2046 The Denali Brotherhood

by Alexander Martin

Day 11 - Quiet Submission


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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, Mg, ped, anal, BD, whip, best

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Summary: Timond demonstrates willingness of his trainee to completely submit before a congregation of the Brotherhood.

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Characters

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

Reverend Sendd: minister of the Brotherhood of Denali

Brother Samuel: director of Novum Academy for Young Men

Ginger: 11 yr old girl, a convert

Dicky: 12 yr old boy, a natural, small and lanky with dark hair

Dicky's fluffers: 13 year old identical twins, converts from Central America

Johnny: 8 yr old, a convert

Khan: 19 year old Thai visiting boy

Bro. Apinya : Thai man with mustache & English accent from the Thai Brotherhood Phinxing

Bro. Prasong: Thai man, thin and no English from the Thai Brotherhood Phinxing

Ivy: older female milker (cow)

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#2326 Day 11 18:00 in Novum school sub-level 7 The Great Hall of Men

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The great hall was dark and only the murmur of a few men's voices chatting as they waited in the shadows of the great back-illuminated statue at the room's end. The ceiling above the statue was lit by a dim red glow of light rising out of a pit at the base outlining the vaguely pentagonal head rising high looking down over the long space. A shadow was cast from a smoking, glowing pit directly in front of the statue and the long black cylinder overhanging it.

Then, from the side walking around the pit, another shadow of black flowing robes, followed by two smaller figures in tiny skirts. "Brethren, we gather under the presences of the Dark Lord," boomed the shadow. "Females, kneel and honor the King of Pleasure you worthless chattel. Present him your cunts." The two girls in his company, one very small, the other at his shoulder, fell heads to floor on their knees, pointing their butts directly at the cylinder extending from the statue, over the pit. Around the circle of the room more than a dozen other females of various ages and sizes did the same. Those wearing skirts lifted them, and heads to the floor, displayed pussies circled the room. The men and a handful of teen and preteen boys rose to their feet, hailing with one hand. Raising their arms with fingers folded, palm in, their elbows slightly bent but fists punching toward the ceiling, the traditional salute of the Brotherhood of Satan. "Potestas!" they said almost in unison.

The teen boys howled and fisted the air several times. A glow now emerged from two holes where eyes would be on the statue. One boy kicking and pushing a small girl still standing in front of them to the floor. The boy yelling, "Down bitch. Show respect for the Reverend." The girl spread her arms on the floor in earnest confusion, face down in hopes of not being punished for her surprised omission of reverence. Another older boy stepped forward, reaching down he pulled her skirt up throwing it to her back to expose her little butt, then stood straight resting one foot on her back, he fisted the air.

Others sat down. Two Asian men, dressed in dark green with black capes sat in front in special red padded chairs, called thrones. One sported a mustache and goatee, with husky broad shoulders, the other clean shaven and thinner. Each had two female attendants, one an older teen and the other a young preteen, called a fluffer. They both sat on the floor close to the men's legs. The mustached man, Mr. Apinya, motioned to his little blond fluffer, she smiled and quickly began to undo the dark green sash that covered his genitals. She then wrapped the sash around her neck, and began to delicately lick his testicles and occasionally smiled up at him. A third younger Asian man, Khan, sat in his own red throne. He had a very young fluffer attending to his exposed crotch. A few other men around the hall followed suit, but the attention of all was on the Reverend Sendd.

"Brothers Apinya and Prasong, from the Thai Brotherhood Phinxing are our honored guests," the Reverend announced. Looking down He saw the thinner of the two, Mr. Prasong, busily having his anus serviced and balls massaged by a young fluffer under his adjustable chair, which was slightly tipped forward. Her legs were splayed out, and little hands were spreading the man's ass cheeks. The Reverend wasn't certain which girl it was, one of his for sure. But judging from the filmy blue panties and pale pussy seen thru them, it was one of his own 5 or 6 year olds. The Asian must have been enjoying the attention because He sported a generous purple-headed erection in response. The Reverend marveled at how the man had discovered the center of the seat was removable, and had figured out how to adjust the hydraulic positioning. He had the fleeting concern that his guest, "I have been told that Mr. Prasong has less English but He obviously is not having a difficult time communicating his needs." He paused for a little laughter and after a translation from his associate, the Reverend smiled at Khan, sitting next them and gave a thumbs up. The Reverend announced, "Let us begin the demonstration."

"Tell the boy Timond all are ready. Bring it in," commanded the Reverend.

From the back, large doors swung apart, and shortly a teenage boy, 17 years old emerged into the hall. Like most around the hall, He was wearing black, in his case a big black open coat with a large lapel and hem, and with a red sash wrapped between his legs over his crotch. He was holding a leash in his left hand and a short whip in his right. Behind him was a young girl, 11, looking European or American, strawberry blonde, somewhat skinny shins but wider hips, obviously about ready for puberty, if not there already. Her hint of tits were clamped with little a decorative feather clamps. She wore a white collar with thin yellow line across the top, a filmy see-through robe, and a half skirt that covered neither her rear nor her almost hairless pubs. Her clit also displayed another small feather clamp that was clipped over her permanent clit ring that wiggled back and forth as she walked. Most dramatic was her head was back, nose pointing up towards the giant room's ceiling. The nose was held by a ring which in turn was held by a small, thin chain attached to a pole. She almost looked like a fish hanging from fishing pole. The pole was carried by a younger boy dressed in black and blue, about 8 years old named Johnny. He was obviously proud of his trophy, marching her slowly in front of him, as they followed Timond. She walked awkwardly, with obvious inexperience, on small high spiked white high heeled shoes with open toes. She could not see in front, trying to steal glances from the side but most of her attention was on keeping her head up and the strain off her nose ring. Occasionally to maintain her balance her hands flashed out displaying rings on each finger. Tipping and falling on these precarious heels would have painful, embarrassing consequences.

Its may seem ironic that any greater embarrassment was possible, but Timmy knew she was working hard to make him proud as a product of his training. She hoped not to embarrass "Mr. Timond" as she called him, or privately when they were alone, "Sir".

Finally last into the room, following the youngest boy was a girl about the same age, dressed in a thin blue filmy shirt and skirt. She too had a collar on her neck with 3 medallions showing, the collar's ring held a leash that was attached to the little boy's belt. This was his little bit of property, power and pleasure for this night, as a reward for his responsibilities. As only a few in the room knew, it was also his biological sister whom his biological father allowed the boy to use as a prestigious display.

Timmy bowed slightly as He stepped up on the small stage. His procession followed him. He looked to his right and saw a breeding frame that He did not expect. Directly in front was the giant black statue that dominated the hall. Timmy raised his arm, palm in, elbow slightly bent, but fist straight up, in the traditional salute. Then He turned and motioned the boy in black to lower the pole. Timond unclipped the chain from the nose ring and the blond looked relieved. He then turned and handed girl's the leash to the Reverend. Bowing his head with one knee now to the floor. He loudly announced, "Reverend Sendd, I present this worthless bitch to you, as a gift to the Dark Lord, that she may be taught to serve all Men as they please, and in this way serve the desires of the Darkness they rule." He had practiced this a dozen times before entry.

"Thank you," the Reverend nodded accepting the leash. As He did the girl switched her eyes to stare at the red bag that the Reverends testicles hung in. "Kneel bitch," He said quietly, and the girl went to her knees keeping her eyes on the red bag. She had been practicing too and now she was glad to get off those precarious high heels. Looking down at her, "We might just fuck you then serve you for breakfast." He smiled indicating a joke which led to a few chortles from the assembly. "Yes, we have been told that this cunt has been chosen as an excellent example of the training the boys of Novum School have been practicing. We are hoping to see a demonstration of your work."

"I've been working on her for only a little more than a week. She is not really ready for the Lounge or anything but she's learning. I hope she pleases." Timmy responded.

"Well Timond, show us what we've got here," the Reverend nodded and handed back the leash.

Timond took the leash, and "Stand and display your front, bitch!" He commanded. A thin spot light now shone on her, as the girl, still unsteady slipped her feet out of the high heels, gathered them and handed them to the little girl in blue. Then looking down for a mark she had practiced finding, spread her feet about shoulder width, and held hands behind her. Her vulva was red, under the clit feather. She put her eyes down and found the Reverend's crotch and at the same time opened her mouth, placing her tongue on her lower lip, covering her lower teeth, so it would be visible to the men.

"The pussy looks a bit used, or is that makeup?" the Reverend inquired.

"I started her bitch training to one of our labs, Max just this week. He may be a little large for her," Timmy replied, "but Brother Samuel says He thinks the stretch is about right. She's a little sensitive but no lesions or anything. She's a good eager fucker now. Max did her four times yesterday and once this morning. We brought some video if you want us to show it."

The Reverend approached her, bent down a little and forced his finger into her snatch. This was expected and Timmy had pre-greased her hole to take it smoothly. This was another move she had practiced several times the past week and she barely flinched, keeping her eyes obediently down looking for the Reverend's crotch. But He pulled up harder to get her attention, and she let out a stifled squeak, still looking down. With his other hand He tipped up her chin. "Eyes up here, bitch." She looked up into his eyes. They scared her, and she remembered something Brother Samuel told her some days ago. "Look at the nose." She refocused on his nose with tiny hairs ornamenting the inside. As if trying to escape in her mind, she idly wondered if He had a lot of hair on his body. Then she thought that He maybe was going to fuck her the way her master had warned her and she thought about how He might be bigger, the way Brother Samuel was bigger than her master. Maybe He was going to fuck her cootchy like Maxy had. When she had asked Mr. Timond about older men having sex with her, he had shared her concern about her pussy tearing. Now she shuddered but she kept her eyes on the nose but without thinking closed her mouth and visibly swallowed.

The Reverend backed off and the girl lowered her gaze back to the red sash of his crotch. Timmy as quietly as he could said, "Mouth." The girl gave him a side glance, then understood and opened her mouth a little, placing her tongue on her lower lip.

"She's wet," the Reverend said looking down at her, "Always a good sign in a bitch."

Timmy waited a few silent seconds, then "Turn, ass up!" She promptly turned around and bent forward, spreading her legs again. Protruding from her anus was a red plug. "Spread," her young master told her, and she reached back spreading her cheeks for the audience to get a better view, and repositioning her feet farther apart. She hoped He was happy with the pose. It was difficult to get exactly right, so she leaned forward a little bit. She wanted to look at Him, but she knew He wouldn't like that so she stared at the floor.

The Reverend reached for Timmy's whip, and gave her vulva a hard upward slap. She jumped but didn't utter a sound. Timmy was relieved that she handled it well, having screamed many times in practice at things like this. Then the Reverend pushed one of her hands down, and rubbed her cheek. "Nice butt." There was a titter from the watching audience. "Fuck it," said one of the men sitting in front. His balls were hanging down below his cock sack, and He had a young fluffer, perhaps 6 or 7, sucking them quietly. Looking down at the little licking girl, "I fuck asses that are nice," he said smiling and petting her brown hair. The little girl reached up and cradled the other ball with her hand, relishing the attention.

The Reverend handed the whip back to Timmy. "Front and kneel, bitch," Timmy announced and she turned and dropped kneeling on the floor between the Reverend and the teen.

"Timond," the Reverend turned to him with smile or a sneer, Timmy wasn't certain. "I think it is a good occasion to let this little bitch demonstrate her submission to the assembly. "Mount her in the frame and ride her ass."

The 17 year old looked uncertain at the Reverend, "You want me butt fuck her?" Timmy wasn't expecting this.

"Yes, you have requested to join our Brotherhood. Consider this practice for your induction ceremony." The Reverend reached down and pulled her head back by her hair. "Tell me, what's your place bitch?"

With no hesitation, she reflexively replied, "At the end of your cock, sir," a little loudly.

Timmy was proud of her quick response. It had been practiced many times every day of her training, but He could tell she was so scared, she was shaking a little and her fingers were squeezing her own thighs tightly. He slapped her behind on her oiled, shiny skin. "Up bitch," He commanded, "Up on the breeding frame." He snapped the kneepads with his short whip.

She looked at the large chrome contraption with bars connected at various angles. It was intimidating. She had seen other girls strapped into frames like this, sometimes in awkward positions that looked dangerous or painful. She remembered one girl screaming and crying, then herself being shuffled out of the room and the door slamming on the trauma behind. Was this what they were going to do to her? Were they going to make her scream?

The 11-year-old girl stumbled up, uncertain of what was next. Brother Samuel watched her closely, calculating what He would do if she bolted in fear. She looked tentatively at the frame. Only having been in one once before, she couldn't exactly remember how to position herself. Brother Samuel, without taking over, stepped close to her and directed her left wrist to handles to signal her to grab them. His long experience knew that removing the need to think, just following physical prompts, will help keep a girl under control. Timmy followed the cue, stepped to her other side, "Grab here," pulling her right hand to the other side's handle. Then grabbing under her right knee with his left hand and pulling it up, "Put your knees here on these," as He tapped the closest pad with his other hand.

She scrambled up clumsily. "Now reach forward and grab this bar," Timmy commanded trying give an air of absolute control. Turning toward the Reverend, "She hasn't been on one of these much. She never been used on it."

"I'm sure you can orient her for us," folding his arms, He smiled, "It's easy to see she knows who her handler is."

Her hands slipped as she tried to grab for the forward handles, but a crossbar under her stomach caught against the top of her thighs, and Timmy directed her hands back to the handles and secured them with the straps to her wristbands to keep her hands in place. Next Timmy adjusted the handles forward to stretch her out. She felt straps behind her knees to hold them in place too. Then Timmy pulled the lever to raise the kneepads to a higher position, raising her ass and pushing her rectum to a more accessible angle. Finally He pulled the ankle straps over to make certain she kept her bare feet positioned. He remembered seeing a girl getting her legs in a weird position once as she was getting her cunt banged really hard. He thought her handler was going to break something. The assembled men, and the females who were allowed to watch, could now easily see the anal plug again that she wore for training. To Timmy, she looked like a little hunched up frog in a big machine. She was now held firmly in place for sodomy. Shaking slightly from her vulnerability she lowered her head.

Brother Samuel watched approvingly. Then turned, "Did you clean her like I told you when you prepped her?" asked Brother Samuel with a look of scrutiny.

"Yes, sir," the boy answered.

"Good, well, take your time and grease her good after you take the plug out, boy," advised Brother Samuel, "We don't want damaged holes."

Timmy placed his palm carefully on the top of the plug, releasing its internal balloon, then easing it down, and out. He reached for a plastic bag from his back packet, zipping it in, then dropping the bag in a cup on the side of the breeding frame. From a pouch on his belt He fished a rubber glove and slipped it on. He detested getting his hands greasy. Pulling a tube of lubricant from another belt pouch, He pushed the tip into her anus and gave a good squirt. It sounded like a tiny fart, as the girl lurched forward a tiny bit, but was restrained by the frame.

As Timmy was carefully and thoroughly greasing the brown hole, first one finger, then two, then three, spreading it wide. The Reverend made loud but casual conversation. "So she is new to the frame but how many times has she been buggered, Master Timond?"

"Uh, I guess, three times, sort of," He continued spread the grease out and in, "but not really fucking, just getting her used to a cock insert, is what we call it. I fucked her yesterday a little while on the training couch at school when I was showing her a training video. Brother Samuel says when they get used to it, it helps relax them. But I didn't really finish.... I mean cum."

"Well, Master Timond, tonight is her lucky night. Her master should reward her with a bowel full of cum that she can treasure. Don't you think she will like that?" The Reverend stepped close to the frame and ran his hand through Ginger's hair. "Show her why Men rule her every impulse, Timond."

When her anus was thoroughly lubed, Timmy pulled a thin, pencil-like rod from the breeding frame's utility box, and slipped into her rectum. He wanted to get the angle just right, having learned from Brother Samuel that it does not help the function of the process at all to have to stop a fuck to adjust the frame position. He stood behind her butt and pulled his zipper down enough to view the root of penis. The rod pointed up too sharply, he'd never get good traction for his thrusts, so the head was too high. He reached forward and twisted a knob, her whole front lowered till it was perfect. But now she was shaking more and He heard, "oh". She was breathing more loudly and trying to look back to see what He was doing, but the frame was preventing it. He placed his right hand on her shoulder and rubbed across and around her neck, "Shhh, quiet now." He pulled the rod out with his left hand, put it down, then reached under her spread crotch and removed the clit clamp. He knew this let her feel a bit of relief. He then began to gently massage her clitoris whispering, "I need you to stay quiet and show these men what kind of training you've had. Then when we I get done with you, I'll take back and you can cuddle with Maxy and take a nap." He worked her clit up and down gently between his thumb and finger and pushed his finger ring up against her clit ring. Her heard her make a tiny "ooo". Almost whispering, "Tell me now, Ginger, are you gonna make Mr. Timond proud?"

"yeh," the little girl quietly agreed, and the shaking slowed.

Timmy patted her pussy, "Good girl. We're gonna show these men what hot little fuck bitch they got here."

The Reverend stepped in front of her. He removed his over-the-ear microphone and placed it over her head, carefully positioning the mike in front of her mouth. Pulling her chin up a little so she could look in his eyes, "You are going to be a well-behaved little one aren't you? No noise now. I know Master Timond has trained you well."

Timond moved to stand in front of her face and with the used glove stuck a couple of bite blocks on each side of her mouth between the teeth, a safety measure always required for young handlers. Brother Samuel noticed the used glove in the girl's mouth approvingly. Timmy pays attention, He thought.

Timmy completely unzipped his pants, and much of the crotch fell away. These were the pants fashionable for boys to wear almost ever day in his school. They worked in a similar way the crotch of the coveralls of the professional trainers at the Center. Not only his cock but his balls and butt crack were all exposed, cool and serviceable. He tossed the removable flap of material aside and felt the cool air hit his cock and balls. He had a feeling of power now. The girl submissively looked at his cock hanging down only semi-erect. He removed the glove and pulled her head up by the hair and almost shouted. "Where is your place, bitch?"

"At the end of your cock, sir," she stammered into the mike, trying not to cry.

Pushing the mike aside a little, "Good bitch," Timmy replied, "Suck." And He leaned forward as she opened her mouth, slipping his cock in and grabbing her ears firmly, then slowly bucking back and forth, not too deep. He really hoped He can get it up with all these Brothers watching. But He loved blow jobs, and had trained her for hours, so He was confident.

"While Master Timond is working his rod hard, I would like to ask some questions. Brother Samuel, and I suspect our guests may have some. What's your opinion of her first week. Was this bitch easier or more difficult?"

"No conversion is easy of course. Each is unique. I would say she was pretty compliant from early on though. Timond, ... Master Timond, got her feeding the first day. Within 24 hours He had trained her to eat from his hand which is always a positive indicator, given her a bath, and she had even earned a little wrist ribbon for her compliance. Now that is probably better than average.

The little blond made a slight sucking noise, as Timmy backed off. Then He pushed in again.

"By the end of the first week, she had earned a medallion on her collar. She gave quality head to more than a dozen boys in her Form or older. Timond spent a lot of time teaching her the art of oral service, and using other bitches to work with her. Johnny here," nodding to the 8 year old, "has been assisting. He gets to do the punishments when necessary, helps feed her, bathroom her, bathe her... he's been a great help. She was sucking Johnny's little cocky on the second day."

Realizing everyone was looking at him, He instructed his fluffer to kneel and put her head down. "This is the other fluffer I have been working with. She sucks my cock too," He explained.

"That's a good man there, Johnny. Maybe you can bring her up to show the Brothers some day too," the Reverend smiled. Looking at the girl He said, "And were is your place, little one?"

"At the end of your cock, sir," replied the 8 year old timidly and staring down.

"Good," He answered.

Brother Samuel resumed, "From the time of her first medallion when she first truly began to understand the place that Satan had bestowed upon her, Timond made a surprising amount of progress. He had her servicing the younger boys with her mouth in any way they wanted. And I will tell you, they can be creative. They used her for practicing their inspections and by the end of that week she was diligently compliant."

"Turn on the first video please," requested Brother Samuel.

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The screen to the side of the hall immediately lights with the image of a girl on the floor below a bed, petting a dog. She is talking quietly, "Good boy", "Sweet boy", "You like it when I rub you here, don't you?" asks the blonde in the video.


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Brother Samuel continued, "What was really amazing was his progress with the dog. He had her sleeping on the floor close next to the dog every night. Of course Max, that's the dog, is a male and knows quite well his own place, to ride his bitches. He only wanted to fuck his new bitch, but his new bitch wasn't ready right away.

"Max is a well behaved Labrador dog, generally pretty even tempered, and his cock is a little smaller than our other Labs. He's one of my favorites for breaking in new bitches. The next day Timond had his girl oil Max's stomach, which He loves, and before the afternoon was over, she was licking Max's knot, next to fucking, one of his preferred favors from his bitches."

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The video switches to the blond girl lying on the floor in an awkward kind of 69 position with the dog. The camera zooms in. "Good boy. Want a licky, licky... yeah you know you love it..." the girl is begging. The dog makes a subtle, slow growl, and the little girl looks up at the camera, "I think he's gonna bite me. I don't think he's in the mood today." From off camera, "Just pet his stomach. Get him relaxed, I'm here, he's not gonna bite his bitch, are you boy? Pet his stomach."


She scoots a little closer petting, gently, talking to the dog, "You love to have your tummy petted don't you, Maxy? Yes, you do."


"Now move down, keep talking to him, and move down," Timmy's voice encourages from behind the camera.


Petting his balls she inches closer to lick the oil from them, stopping occasionally to spit hair. "Yuck." The camera operator can be heard, "Shhhh.. suck the cock now. Just start by licking the tip." The dog watches her, opening her mouth, tongue out, licking, then pushing her mouth over it carefully.


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The real Timmy in the hall looked up from mouth fucking the girl and admiring his video on the side. He had a sudden new surge of pride. So many Brothers and other boys in his Form had been impressed or just jealous of how quickly He had groomed this little bitch. He wondered sometimes if she had been abused, or some very overt sexual experience before her acquisition by the Brotherhood. He knew about an uncle who had played with her sexually but was not sure of the extent or details. He was sure that she had been a curious little girl, but really she had been pretty inexperienced. He had to use other bitches and young fluffers, mostly naturals (not converts) to show her almost everything.

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The video switches again to the next day, and his girl is now deep throating Max. Max is occasionally growling a little. Timmy can be heard behind the camera, or is it to the side, saying, "It's OK, it's OK, she's your bitch. Let her show you how much she loves your cock, boy. That's it sweety, get your mouth down to the knot. Further... (coughing) swallow, swallow, remember how you practiced. Good girl, good girl, you'll get it. It just takes practice. And Brother Samuel is going to be really impressed with this." She backed off to cradle the cock's base with her hand. The dog's dick was pink and pointed. She was holding the base and pumping with her hand and then her mouth down again, her lips following.


The camera pans back to show a red mark on her butt cheek.


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Brother Samuel touched his hand-held controller to quiet the sound and continued, "It is about trust gentlemen. Our boys are effective in training because they learn the skill of nurturing the female's trust, the transference of trust actually. It is a bit like switching them from a cow's tit milk to a penis and learning to milk it for cum. It is a simple concept. Put these frustrated, lost, confused sluts-at-heart in a new highly stressful situation and constantly make them feel vulnerable, at the same time making an authoritative man available and it will facilitate a high need for dependency. Our boys play the role of the big brother with a balance of gentleness and firmness. I play the role of the stern father with high expectations and always ready to mete out consequences for failure. That red mark you see there on her ass cheek is mine. I don't remember what it was, but some infraction that Timond and I watched for, then marked her for punishment. Later in the day it will be either whipped off in the punishment room, or she will respond to Timond's protective encouragement to impress me with her willingness to comply. I might even erase a little of it if I see extraordinary compliance. Timond became the man to guide her and to manage the situation."

Timmy looked down now. The girl was doing her best to suck in his cock and lick the tip when He pulled back, moving her head the little she could to stim it more. He petted her head.

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The video jumps forward in time and you can see her coughing now, dog cum out of the sides of her mouth, struggling to keep up with the flow. Apparently Max is now shooting his jizz, his back legs twitching wanting to fuck more. Timond can be heard telling the dog to "Stay boy. Stay down. Let it cum. Eat it sweety, don't spill any! Be careful, lick that up quick."


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The video jumped again. Brother Samuel narrated, "And here we see her, only a day later."


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Now the girl on the screen is wearing a yellow knit wrap around her chest. She is on her back looking up at the dog. Max has little red booties tied on his front paws. "Come on boy. Come on. Smell my pussy. You like my pussy. Lick it. Ummm good boy. You love pussy don't you boy." From off camera you can hear Timond, "Ok bitch up girl, bitch up. He's ready. See the tip coming out."


"You want to fuck me now, don't ya boy. Come on Maxy, come on." and the blond is up on all fours now pointing her butt at the dog, wiggly, encouraging. "Come on boy, fuck this pussy. Fuck me, fuck me. You fuck me first Maxi then Mr. Timond's going to fuck me. Here's your pussy. You love it." The dog is almost wild now, licking her pussy lips which had swelled bright puffy red, his tail wagging furiously, then He leaps up on her back and the girl grunts loudly "Oh gawd, oh gawd! don't hurt me boy."


Timmy off camera: "Steady bitch. Bitch up and steady. Let him find your cunt... Help him.... just reach an arm back and get it with your hand. You don't need me today, you can do this yourself, ... come on."


The dog is poking furiously at her, jamming it everywhere but the target. Unsteadily she inches near a close chair reaching out and bracing against it with one hand, she reaches back with the other hand and catches the pointed dog cock. "Come on Max. Help me out here. Help me out, boy. Find your pussy boy. ugghhh" she grunts. Finally she lines it up enough for it stab into her vagina. "Aiihhhh" she screams. "Aiihhh ow ow shit!"


In the video background, Timmy, "Steady up girl, he's got you. Put both hands down and be a good bitch now. Push back. Push back. Get that knot in girl... all the way... all the way boy. Fuck yur bitch boy, fuck her. Show her who's got the cock! Make her yer bitch, Max. Good boy."


"Oooh gawd. ooooh please. It hurts!" the girl looks at the camera and begs.


Timmy reaches into the view of the camera and pushes her shoulder back "Quiet down now, girl. He's got you. Your doin great. He loves his pussy. Push back sweety and hold still. Don't let him drive you forward." Now He puts his fingers under her chin and lifts her head up. "Proud bitch now, be my proud bitch, keep your head up. You're servicing a hot cock with your hot cunt! Good job, girl."


The girl grits her teeth and releases a steady, "teehh teehh teehh..." with each bang from the dog.


The dog pumps her furiously, his tongue hangs out of his mouth. He tries to climb up her back legs. "Lower your butt a little sweety, put it down, you're a little too high, He needs more pussy. Get it lower..... Is the knot in now, Ging? You got him all in? Tie her up, boy," says Timmy reaching in to pull her knee forward a little. "Good." Then He reaches under to feel the cock meeting her pussy lips. "Fill her full a cum now, boy. Pump her up." Max still pumping her like a machine.


"Can I get on the stand please?" the girl looks at the camera again. "He is so heavy, and it hurts. I'm can't do it anymore."


Timmy: "You're ok, hold up there now and let him finish. Good boy, pump her full of cum, boy. My girl loves cum, don't you girl? Good boy."


The 11 year old's voice is a whine punctuated by the dog's slamming thrusts, "Please I'm tired. Please. Please put the stand under me like this morning. Please! ow."


Timmy: "You don't need it. He's slowing down, see. No, hold your head up till he's finished. He'll get off when he's done with you. Let him be the boss."


Tears are coming down her face. She leans forward putting her face and elbows on the floor. "No no, up bitch. Bitch up. Be my proud bitch. As long as you got his cock in keep your head up high," A whip slaps the side of her arm, then her face cheek. "Up bitch. Get up. Come on. Head up." With this she struggles up, sobbing now. "Ok ok" she answers. The dog, his tongue hanging and panting, is slowing to a stop but holds on to her back tight between his paws. "Ok, sir." Timmy's voice is stern, "Good girl. Proud bitch."


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Brother Samuel clicked his hand control to switch the giant screen. Now the video was replaced with a live shot of the girl's face on the breeding frame, and Timmy fucking her mouth. The mike picked up coughing from the girl.

Timmy was hard and ready now. He shoved his dick into her mouth hard to show dominance and authority. Holding a little, then pulling back she coughed and gagged. Now He shoved one more time just for good measure, holding it just a little longer. When He pulled out she coughed harder this time and wretched a little, some slimy water spilling over his cock. But Timmy wasn't worried. He knew her stomach was empty, except for little water He wanted her to have in her stomach for effect. He had learned this trick from training session of Form 6 boys with Brother Pike and several girls he had brought for practice. Today it had worked elegantly. Now he confidently pulled his cock away.

The Reverend repositioned the microphone she was wearing back in front of her mouth and pushed her head down. She waited.

Timmy pulled a small hand towel hanging on side of the frame to wipe his hard dick, and her mouth a little, pushing her head down with one hand, he put his other under her mouth, "Release the bite blocks. Open up and give them to me." He instructed. She opened wide and they fell into his hand. He replaced them to their pouch to be cleaned and reused when she needed them again.

As He went behind her, He grabbed the tube of lubrication again squirted some on the point of his penis. Then placing the tube in his utility belt, He put one hand on her left hip, the other He used to point his tip at the little brown hole. He almost gently shoved forwards. He knew this was difficult for her. She had never had a hard butt fuck before. Quietly He spoke only to the girl, "Easy now, remember relax, don't fight it, Ginger. Let it come in. It'll fill you up now." He pushed harder, farther in. She began to puff into the mike now, trying to use her breath to control her anxiety. "Oh god, ow ow Oh god oww," she was saying to herself, but nothing out loud. She felt the big shit feeling she had experienced before, but this was harder, more insistent.

Now Timmy pulled back a little and pushed in again. Each time He pushed farther into her butt hole until, in about a minute, his stomach was against her cheeks. She was still puffing trying to manage the discomfort but wordless.

"You are servicing cock. Where should your head be?" he asked her. She opened her mouth to answer and started to raise her head but only a grunt could be heard over the mike.

Now Timmy began to pick up the pace. He had to cum. He had to fuck his bitch in front of everyone and cum in her ass. He didn't know if anyone would know if He faked it, but He didn't want to fake it. He would show all; this bitch was his under his control, taking his semen.

All in the large room looked up to see the eyes of the statue as they began to glow with flames. Some larger effect was under control of the stage manager, Timmy knew probably Zaki.

At the quickened pace, the Reverend almost yelled with certain fervor, "Head up, bitch! Be proud you are serving a man's cock." She lurched her head up, and it bounced forward and back, even though she was restrained by the frame and holding as tightly as she could, Timmy reached up and grabbing her hair pulled her head up to the proper position and pounded her hard now. "ee.. ee.. ee..." she let a couple of quiet squeaks then suppressed them.

The slapping between her cheeks and his abdomen echoed through the hall. Harder now, faster. He had not seen the last video before, and now He was feeling proud and in control. One of watchers shouted, "Praise the Dark Lord, fuck that bitch's hole." Now there was an excitement that seemed hard to resist. Even the submissive attendants at the feet of the Brothers turned and watched. One of the men slapped the side of his girl's head to redirect her attention to her business. Several men pulled the heads of a female sitting below them, "Suck" was heard and the girls busily worked at pumping, jerking, licking and sucking the heads of the cocks. "Yes" and "Fuck the bitch good, boy." and "Teach her about cum, kid."

One of the younger boys on the side was pumping his own cock. He wanted it to be hard.

Now the eyes of the enormous overlooking statue could be seen clearly, shedding light on facial features.

The Reverend began a drawl, "This of course, Brothers, is the true test of success in creating a truly Male culture, quiet submission. As that little bitch enters puberty she will be so well trained in her obedience to every cock, large or small, hard or soft, to submit herself to every instruction, and do it with quiet, respectful eagerness. And we will have Timond here, and his brothers partly to thank for it. Most importantly they will be able to enjoy a new world, where men rule and bitches beg for their approval... just like this little one here." Brother Samuel placed his hand on the girl's head. She was beginning to sweat, and now was puffing loudly into the mike before her mouth as the boy slammed faster into oily ass. "fap fap fap" He was pulling on her hips working harder and faster at trying to cum. He wanted to badly to impress the Brothers with his virility and knew if He could leave jizz in her ass He would be demonstrating "Brother muscle", the term the School Director often used. He had watched professional handlers cum on command. This was his time.

Timmy didn't always find little 11 year olds sexy. This is just a little girl He thought. She was probably playing with dolls a few months ago. But He knew that there were many cameras around catching every angle and that a lot of men will love seeing this. This is my show bitch, He thought. So He tried to visualize the big butt bitch that Brother Marlin let him fuck last weekend. She had big tits that would swing and bounce when He pounded her like He was doing to the little girl now. She was just beginning to squeak and whimper a little. Timmy reached down around her face, taking her mouth between his thumb and finger, "Shhhhh, Mr. Timond wants you quiet now sweety." Putting his hand back on her hips, He slammed her even a little faster. The slapping sounded picked up. "You be a good quiet little girl and Mr. Timond will give you a present." Another trick that Brother Samuel taught, third person commands have some kind of more authoritative power when a young bitch is stressed. A barely audible "k uhhhg" came from her but it was amplified by the mike around the hall and she closed her mouth, puffing through her nose now. Brother Samuel and Reverend Sendd smiled at each other.

Flames now emerged from statues angry eyes. "The Dark Lord be praised," came a shout.

Timmy focused on fucking. "fap fap fap" The little blond girl for her part pushed back as hard as she could. Now her head was bobbing forward and back in rhythm with the fucking. Timmy could see she was trying to work with him and twisted knob below his right hand to shorten her reach just a bit allowing her to push back more. Keeping her mouth closed tight so no other sounds would escape, the sweat poured off her chin. She would make Mr. Timond proud. She managed to spread her knees a little farther apart, maybe her master could use more of her.

Her added submission was enough. The dam broke. And Timond let out a growl. He was not a loud cummer, but tonight He wanted to be. He slammed her hard, then slowed, pumping in a few last times, pushing the semen as far down her colon as He could get it. For the girl, she was so glad in more than one way, relieved not to be pounded and abused more, and relieved she had shown well for Mr. Timond. "There's your cum bitch." pulling out and slapped her ass hard and loud, for show again. There was scattered applause and hooting. One of Timond's friends called out, "That bitch got fucked."

Now the Statue's eyes emitted a roar of flame emerged, an acrid odor of smoke arose from the pit below, followed by a loud, low toned bellow.

The Reverend motioned two husky men seated either side of the stage. They pushed away their attending females, and got on either side of the breeding frame. Over the sound system you could hear the little girl panting, stifling sobs. The men released the straps and pulled her back, to climb down. But she only continued to pant. They lifted her off, to the floor as Timond supervised.

The Reverend looked at two of the older boys in the small school group and said, "Get the plastic pentagon pallet. We'll put her on that. The boys opened a long door under the stage, and pulled out a large, white 5-pointed star of translucent plastic. They placed it where Brother Samuel pointed. "Fetch me a little white pan that's in the breeding frame utility box," He said to one of the boys. Then He motioned to men standing beside the girl slouched on the floor. "Bring her here," pointing to the star.

The men told her to stand up. "Com'on get up. Get up, bitch." One pulled under her arm, the other kicked her softly with his foot. Timond whispered, "The Reverend wants you over there." putting his hand behind her back.

"Just bring her over. Carry her," waving his hand. They picked her up under her arms, sweat streaming from her face. She tried to walk but her legs having been folded for sometime would not stretch out easily. Looking at the boy with the pan, He motioned to put it in the middle of the star, then said, "Sit her on it."

They positioned her over it, and the Reverend said, "Kneel, display bitch. 1st position."

The girl folded her legs on either side of the pan and tried to sit in it. This was strange for her. From the first day she had been taught 1st position meant kneeling, knees spread apart and mouth open, eyes down, or if being handled, on the handler's crotch. Usually it meant sitting with a penis shaped cylinder up her anus. That first week the cylinders were small, but as the days progressed the cylinders seemed to get bigger. Sometimes she had to sit for an hour or more, listening to instructions or watching something. If she closed her mouth, she was usually marked by some watching boy. Anyway, sitting on a pan seemed odd.

The Reverend looked at Timond and said, "I believe she is not quite finished with her duties," nodding at his wilted cock.

Timond wasn't certain at first what duties were undone. She had her ass violently plowed, had not had to be ball-gagged to shut her up, and had not passed out. Those duties were complete. Following the Reverend's eyes to his dangle He realized the omission. He stepped to her side so the onlookers could view, stuck out his stomach, and tapped her cheek with the little whip, "Clean up your mess, bitch." Her eyes were half shut but her breathing had calmed. She turned, reached up, holding Timond's flaccid cock with thumb and finger and took it into her mouth to its root, sucking and licking until the butt taste was gone. Then she bent to the testicles below, gave each a kiss and finally kissed the tip. "Thank you," she said loud enough for the mike to announce her brief but meticulous training.

The Reverend Sendd smiled looking back at Timond and tapped his ear nodding to the kneeling girl. Timond nodded and reached for the medallion that controlled her collar that always hung around his neck. He slid a switch on it and a red color glowed from the collar under her ears. The men could hear a tinny chatter coming from the ear canal rings in her ears and knew that their little servant could hear nothing now, except phrases of exhortations of what a proper female is, buried under random words and noise. She impulsively reached for her ears to control the loud noises, but Timond blocked her hand with his, and with the other depressed an area on the back of the collar stopping the chatter for a second, "No. Leave it. You don't need to hear this man talk. Hands back on your legs," and He let go of the button and the tinny chatter returned. She turned a bit, looking up at him exhausted, then looked down and placed her hands on her thighs.

Then Reverend Sendd spoke, "We have decided that this fine bitch will be a gift from the Denali Brotherhood to our guest Mr. Khan, from the Phinxing Brotherhood. She is young, not even bleeding yet, but will be a good fuck bitch for our new friend, and we expect, fertile breeder to seed his herd," looking down at Khan, "if it pleases you. It's is yours to do with as you will.

"You will not be leaving for another 3 weeks. I think the boys with Timond in charge, will have her cunt fucking proficiently for you," looking at the young man, "Timond, choose a few of the younger, smaller studs from the junior Forms who are fucking. Have them start riding her tomorrow. Be sure to let Dicky use her. He's got a horny little cock. What's her cunt size now?"

"She's only a C6 right now. I was thinking of working her with a C7 tomorrow. Her cunt's not even close to accommodating a man yet. But like you saw, she can be buggered by the biggest." Turning to Brother Samuel, "Do you think she be ready for cunt fucking in 3 weeks?"

"We'll see. Mr. Khan can help supervise. I understand you have been working well together. If she is not ready when they crate her, I'm sure they can finish stretching it in Thailand," Brother Samuel answered.

The Reverend looked down at the girl, her blond hair stringy and wet, she was slumping over, with a dazed stare. "Bael, restore the bitch's hearing, and Mr. Timond straighten her up. She looks ... inattentive."

Timond pulled his little whip from his side, whipped a tit to get her attention and a feather clamp fell off. He whipped the titty again and with quiet sternness said, "Put the clip back on and straighten up."

The girl clumsily reached for the tit clamp, reattaching it, she flinched and put her hands back on her thighs. Timond gave her mouth a little flick with his whip and she remembered to open it a bit and place her tongue just on her lower teeth.

The Reverend reached down to her back, "Lean forward a little." Then "Up a little. We need this," pulling the pan from under her.

Brother Samuel turned, "Timond, I think you should plug her ass so she doesn't drip on the pallet."

For effect Timond had her turn around, "Bitch up, and display your ass for our Guests and the Brothers." The girl roused herself to her hands and knees and shuffled around with her butt to the men in the red chairs. Her head was too high, Timond noticed. He gave her a mild whip to the neck, "Head down, bitch. I'm going to plug you, not fuck you." She lowered her head as low she could. She wanted to lay down, but knew better. Flicking the whip on the inside of a thigh, "Spread a little." The blond pulled her knees out a few inches then moved her feet farther out and pointing her toes outward. She remembered Mr. Timond had told her to display her feet well. Some men like feet as much as pussy. The thought crossed her mind that she liked the men looking at her.

Timond pulled the anal plug from the bag and easily slipped it in, then pumped the little bulb to lock it behind the sphincter, tugging a little to make certain it was tightly in place. Then pausing just a few seconds longer than necessary to emphasize his control, He commanded, "Kneel and display your front." She shifted a little slower this time, but came up kneeling with knees well spread to show her vulva and opened her mouth in good position. But as soon as her hands were on her thighs, the Reverend tipped pan a little to show the Thai's its contents.

Announcing in a somewhat formal tone, "If this fuck bitch remembers anything from her time with the Brothers of Denali it will be to treasure this gift that her master Timond has given her. This is the semen from her very first ass fucking." At this He held the pan in front of her face, "This, for her, will be a sacred gift from her god. This is her ambrosia. Her sustenance. Her honor. Never should it be wasted. Anything less would be a great offense to the Darkest Lord."

Pausing, both the girl and Timond stared at the pan's contents. It was mostly slimy water tinged with a bit of yellow and a bit of white cum. Timond was relieved that He had not tried to fake an orgasm just for effect. He had no idea the Reverend would do this, but was glad He proved himself. The Reverend talking directly to her, "Treasure it and the Dark Lord will be pleased enough to feed you more. Disrespect it, and the Dark Lord will consume you with his wrath. Be careful, bitch." At this He grabbed a bit of her wet hair, and pulling her head back poured the slime into her mouth.

She gagged a bit. Timond quietly, "Hold," reminding her not to swallow cum until given permission. She lowered her head and opened her mouth to display her prize to her masters and the guests. A little slipped from the left side of her mouth.

"Swallow." Commanded the Reverend, and she closed her mouth and glanced at Timond, as if to ask if she had to. "The Reverend said swallow," Timond nodded slightly. She tried to gag it down and made a retching sound. She wanted to ask for a drink or something to put in her mouth but she knew now was not a good time. She could only cough a little, trying hard to suppress a vomit.

The Reverend reached over and wiped the little drips to the side of her mouth with his finger, holding it in front of her mouth. It was another routine she had practiced many times. She leaned forward a bit, took the finger in her mouth and sucked it off. "Good bitch, Ginger," the Reverend affirmed patting her on the head. This came as a surprise to the blond. She had never heard the Reverend or Brother Samuel or any other adult use the name Mr. Timond had given her. Even Mr. Timond only used it occasionally.

Placing his hand on Timond's shoulder, "Good job, son."

Then to all, "Timond, here has been a leader and He has trained this bitch well. Patient, firm, strict... He is a model for these young boys and the others in our school. He has spent long hours in the sub-level training rooms, working with, not only this one, but all the others we educate there.

"I have recommended him for a special internship at the Center." He smiled approvingly at Timond.

"I thought all the boys at Novum got work in the Center?" asked the mustached Asian man, petting the little blonde who was nursing the purple tip of his erect dick.

"They do get to visit and often they get to use the females there when they do," answered Brother Samuel. "Their Lounge is much bigger and more varied than our humble attempt. When we send a girl over for training, we usually send at least one of the older boys with them. But internships are a premium. These are highly skilled professionals who do not have time to babysit boys. But Timond has proven skills and He will have the opportunity to learn a lot about professionalism. Also He will get experience at working with a wider range of females there."

"We will be visiting your Center next week. We are looking forward to it. Perhaps Mr. Timond can accompany us? Perhaps He can bring our new little gift, and we can get professional advise about her ... her accommodation? her cunt." The Thai nodded.

"I think that we can make it happen," answered the Reverend, "And now seeing the hour is late, and we have more celebrations and demonstrations planned, we shall end our time in the great hall. Brother Apinya and Brother Prasong, we invite you to our Lounge on the top floor of Novum. The recognition of your visit will resume there, including a feast and displays in your honor. We have some special displays to celebrate our converts. Will you join us in an hour?"

"We would be honored," replied the mustache, bowing slightly.

"Johnny and Khan, please go with the gentlemen to their rooms so they can freshen up, then guide them to the school when they are ready," instructed the Reverend.

"To all, you are invited now to join us in the Novum Lounge. We will resume activities there in an hour. Some of your wards have been scheduled to be special participants tonight. Some of our young school charms have prepared special performances for our guests and are eager to, how did they used to say it, -'Shake their bodies and pander their putties?" The Reverend paused for the audience to laugh.

"There will be some demonstrations by a team of Novum students on Thai practices and Thai culture and even some Thai language by some of our students. A group of our boys choose to learn some Thai commands and they have been teaching some of our girls how to respond in the proper Thai manor. The children are looking forward to get feedback from our guests about the quality of their work. As always females in the Lounge will be available for your perusal and pleasure. Servants with designated tasks for our occasion will be wearing little Thai flags on their collars, so please allow those girls to attend to their those duties. And as always you are encouraged to bring an accompaniment from your house, but remember they should bring the proper attitude and be dressed appropriately for this occasion."

He ended addressing the assembly fisting up, "Potestas!" Men and boys responded the same, "Potestas!" A little girl on the side looking about 4, an old man's fluffer, imitated them, "Potestas!" she called out. At that the old man grabbed a whip from his neighbor "Shut the fuck up you filthy little slut." He lashed her ass and she jumped. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" She started to bolt and He reached out and got one more good whip. "You are going to be hung from the wall for this you foul-mouthed little witch." The man grabbed the leash of his other fluffer, a curly, red-headed 9 year old, who in turn was followed by a pointy titted teen. He jerked the fluffer behind him chasing the runaway out the doors. Timond knew that the old man was not exaggerating. He had seen his own "father", hang some of his stable, young and adult females on a wall, sometimes wailing, sometimes ball gags in their mouth to contain the volume, and whip them past begging. He would not want to be that little cunt. But then again, He couldn't be, because He was blessed with a sturdy, bolt of a cock, especially tonight.

With his new found authority, He yelled at Dicky, one of the boys in the Form 4 , "Dicky, get this bitch up. She'll be kind of stiff. Have your fluffers bring her heels and skirt and what ever we left by the breeding frame. And have them put the rod in the cleaning box.

Dicky hopped to, unleashing his two fluffers, a couple of black-haired twins, 13 year old converts from Central America, pointing at the breeding frame and near by table, "You heard Mr. Timond. I'll take care of the bitch." He grabbed his buggy switch which was ironically longer than He was tall and marched over to the kneeling girl. "Bitch up." She looked at him with a frown like He wasn't speaking English. "Bitch up!" and He snapped her posterior with his switch. The girl fell into a dogging position hands and knees, looking at Timond. He was by the breeding frame cleaning up and putting things back in place. Then, realizing his mistake, hoping no one would notice a mistake, Dicky said, "Good, now, stand up, bitch and display."

The girl struggled to stretch out her legs. Teetering, it was very difficult to stand up. She managed to get all the way and stood hands at her side, hoping to get Mr. Timond's attention. Her hair was wet and straggly from sweat. She was wearing no clothes, only the feathers clipped to her tits. This little shit telling her what to do, was stupid and she was tired and sore and wanted to get back to Mr. Timond's room and lay down with Max. She was just hoping for Max not to be horny. "Mr. Timond," she tried to draw only his attention.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Dicky demanded, and smacked her on the butt, the girl reached back trying to grab the switch.

"Mr. Timond." Now she was louder. This got Brother Samuel's attention, but not Timond's.

"Hands behind your head and display, bitch, or in a second you will have to deal with me," Brother Samuel was loud enough to get Timond's attention. The 11 year old blond folded her hands behind her head and spread her legs apart. Dicky swatted her ass again. She made a threatening face showing her teeth but held in position.

Brother Samuel motioned Timond to where He and the Reverend were talking. To Dicky He said, "We need to discuss some things privately. Extinguish her hearing, Dicky."

"Bitch up doggie," Dicky feeling his new power. She went back down again and pushed her head low, so He could turn on the noise switch manually.

Reverend Sendd turned to Timond, "Take your girl over to the Lounge and set up on display. We want the Thais to see totally her dommed. Put her on a dildo pole, full height, and in star frame with nose chain head up. They're going to see their prize."

Brother Samuel added, "Why don't we use auto-vibes with lubers on the poles? That might be new tech for them to see and it'll keep her cunt juicy and colored."

Brother Samuel looked over at Ginger who had folded into the prayer position, "Maybe it'll help keep her attention. She's looking a little worse for wear. When you get over there, take her down to the girl's Prep Room and clean her up. Ivy is in back in the Attending Room. Take her with you and tell her to do something with the slut's hair, put a clean skirt and heels on her, you know, sex her up a little."

Timond shook his head, "Sir, don't you think the best way to freshen her up is let rest a little? She took a pretty hard banging and stayed with it. A little break could be a good reward."

Timond looked over at the girl. Dicky had her up again, giving him head. He was using his switch to quicken the pace, looking at Timond for approval. Instead Timond frowned, "Dicky, stop fucking around. Do you have bite blocks in her?"

Timond pulled the bag of blocks from his pouch and tossed them to Dicky. "Your going to get that pencil dick of yours bitten off someday."

"Listen Timond, you have something to learn now. Your role has changed. The past few weeks it was your job to break her in, and teach her to depend on you. You did that brilliantly. She is eager to please. But now you have to transfer ownership, in some ways, much more difficult. Now you work her again, you've taught her obedience, but now you make her ready for her new master. She should be looking for her new owner to care for her, protect her, direct her, manage her needs... everything she looked to you for she needs to look to get in her new owner." Brother Samuel shook his head, "Besides, I think you've been feeding her too much. She's looked a little fat the last few days?"

"Fat?? She's been spending at least two hours every day in the gym and fluffing boys in Form lounges three or four times a day. She's been servicing the dog 4, 5 maybe 6 times a day all week. How could she do that much fucking and get fat?" Timond said defensively.

"Whatever. Cut her feeding down. Make her hungry. Make the bitch work harder. Make her dance to the whip, and work for the cock, young man. Stop being the encouraging master and start being the strict master. Your role has changed. Your job has become making her vulnerable again. Let the Thais do the rest," rejoined Brother Samuel, "Are you up for managing this bitch?"

"Yes, Sir, I am. She'll be on diet of cum for days."

"Keep her healthy, but teach her where her place is in a Man's world," Brother Samuel slapped his arm. "And make certain she understands, men decide, who, what, where... everything.

At this they heard gagging and looked over at Dicky and the blond. He was face fucking her with his thin, long dick. This was how He got the nickname Dicky. He had her by the ears and was pounding her mouth hard and she was choking. "Dicky!" Timond barked. Then glanced at Brother Samuel, pausing. "Tell the bitch to swallow."

"Swallow, bitch," Dicky barked banging her face, the girl cough and gasping.

"Ok, I'll get her set up sweet," Timond said turning to gagging girl and her little abuser, "Dicky, put that little crank away, and leash the bitches. I'm going to get Ivy and we need to get over the girl's Prep Room in the school. We're going get the bitch ready for display, so get her cleaned up."

Dicky pulled out and jerked up his double zipper. The girl coughed, and looked after Mr. Timond, "But Mr...?"

Timond was already headed for the Attending Room, "And use that switch to brighten up her ass on the way over. We need a nice red glow for our admirers."

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by Alexander Martin


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