Story codes: Mdom, Mg, Bg, ped, anal, BD

WARNNG: 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.

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Summary: Ginger is introduced to the young boys of Form 4 as their new fuck bitch and the boys are introduced to the Brotherhood tradition of bondage with ropes.

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Characters

Timond : 17 year old boy, a natural, Form 6

Ginger : 11 yr old girl, a convert

Bastono : 10 year old muscly, natural boy

Carson : 9 year old boy. Convert, Form 4

Dicky: 12 yr old boy, a natural

Gou : 11 year old boy. natural

Harold : 12 year old boy, a natural

Jilly: 10 yo convert, taller, skinny, blond (Handled by Harold for the training)

Katze (Katzy) : 13 year old girl, natural. (Handled by Rowdy for the training)

Kitty: 9 year old girl, a convert (Handled by Carson for the training)

Melinda (Melly) : 11 year old girl, long curly black hair

Pardal : 10 years old blond boy, natural

Brother Pikkemand (Pike) : Timond's training counselor at Novum Academy

Rowdy : 13 year old boy. natural, still in Form 4

Sabrina: 10 year old budding blond girl, convert

#2326 Day 12 09:40 - Novum school elevator

Timond guided a cart into the elevator and Ginger was behind him.

"What's cart for?" the 11 year old asked clinging to his shirt and staring at the cart.

"It's stuff the boys will need. I'm going to do some special training today," Timond looked the elevator's control panel, "Bael, Training room 2 on Sub-level 3."

The elevator began to imperceptibly move.

"You mean special training with me," Ginger voice was subdued.

"Yeah, sorta. You and some other girls. But today is your big day, Ginger, so you'll be up front. Don't ask too many questions now. You'll see. You'll be ok." Timond reached his arm around her shoulders to reassure her.

"Are you sure I'm ready to ... to you know ... uh ... have them do it to me?" She looked up.

Timond made a face at her, "Really? You suck every cock in section A, and a lot more, and your dog bangs you till you can't even walk, and you still can't say fuck?"

"Yeah, ok. You haven't fucked me yet. You think I'm ready for them to fuck me?" She put her hand on his shoulder.

Timond stared at the elevator control panel, "Yeah, you're ready. Brother Samuel knows what he's doing. Just the other night you were asking to get fucked, remember? Well, today's the day."

"But that was with you. I thought you ..." she trailed off and did not finish her sentence.

"You're not ready for older boys yet. But you can handle the younger ones, like your age. You'll like it. You'll see. And they like you. They'll like you even more when they know they can poke that pretty little pussy." He reached down and patted her crotch. Ginger grabbed his wrist with one hand and stuck her other hand into his.

"I don't know," her voice held anxiety.

"You don't have to know. The Brothers and I know what's best for you." Timond wrapped his arm around her with her hand still in his. He pulled her head against his shoulder and kissed the top of her head. "Now relax and when we go in, only speak if you're asked to."

The elevator door slid open to reveal a long hallway of doors. Before they exited the elevator, Timond let go of her hand and pulled a leash from his belt and clipped it to Ginger's collar. As he guided the cart forward and she followed at his side, Door 2 slid open almost immediately.

Training room #2

The room they entered was large. The first thing Ginger saw was a lot of tables, 11 actually, with padded tops. She remembered being strapped to one of these tables for another training, but there had never been so many in the room before. In front was a small stage surrounded by 10 boys sitting on chairs in a circle around the room. These were all Form 4 boys so they ranged in age from as young as 9 to as old as 13 years old. At the feet of most of the boys was a girl. The girls varied in age more widely, and averaged in age mostly younger than the boys. The school had found out early on, the training of both boys and girls worked better when older boys are paired with younger girls. The youngest girl in the room was 6 but Ginger at 11 years old, was almost the oldest.

Girls in Form 4 (generally older preteens) usually have primary handlers in Form 5 (mostly boys in their teenage years) or Form 6 (older teens to early twenties in age). These girls are usually kenneled in the boys' personal quarters at night. During the day, girls, especially younger girls, are assigned to serve in several places including the Form 4 Boy's lounges and when Form 4 boys are scheduled for training sessions involving bitches, the girls are assigned to particular boys by the Brothers serving in the role of training councilors.

Ginger had been servicing the Form 4 boys almost since her arrival in the Denali community, but only orally, hand-jobs and other ways that did not involve vaginal nor anal use. So she and the boys in section A of Form 4, as well as many boys in other sections, were already familiar with her. What Timond said about the boys liking her was true. She was pretty, cooperative and even funny sometimes and a lot of the boys, especially the younger ones asked for her when the opportunity presented itself. Today her relationship would change from fluffer to fuck bitch.

Timond recognized immediately that only one girl in the room was much older than Ginger, Katze who was a 13 year old natural sitting on the floor in front of an empty chair. Her handler was Rowdy, also 13 years old which was old for Form 4 and Timond speculated that was a story of it's own. As Timond and Ginger entered, Rowdy was not seated in the chair behind Katze with the rest of the class, but was on the stage wrapping a rope around a younger boy. All the other students were laughing at Rowdy's show of the younger boy being bitched out. Timond knew he would have to keep this Rowdy busy.

"Rowdy, I need you to put that rope back where you got it and you and your friend there please attend to your real bitches the way every other boy is doing here," Timond announced loudly.

"Oh, sorry sir," Rowdy looked down at the boy sitting on the table wrapped in rope, "I'll fuck you later, bitch," to everyone's entertainment and whipped the rope off him.

Timond walked up to the front dominated by the small stage with its table. He pushed the cart to one side of the stage and told a couple of boys and girls sitting there that they should move to get a better view. The boys politely answered "Yes, sir," picked up the leashes of the girls with them, and carried their chairs to sit behind the boys directly in front.

Timond stood at one end of the stage and pointed to the table next to him, and with a clear, firm voice, "Up here. Kneel and display." Ginger climbed up on to the table. She was wearing her new shirt that she had earned from the previous day's demonstration. Across both the front and the back was written "Fuck me" with an arrow pointing to a short yellow skirt front and back. Kneeling on the table, she spread her knees wide and pulling her skirt tucked it into it's top elastic to show her genitals to the audience. Then opening her mouth a little she placed her tongue on her lower teeth, looked down and locked her eyes on the crotch of a boy sitting in front. A few of the boys on each side hooted. One loudly announced to the others "Fresh pussy!" and others laughed. Even many of the younger girls covered their mouths and tittered. One boy in back, spoke up, "Ginger, is your cunt ready for my cock?"

To everyone's surprise, Ginger answered, "Yes, Mr. Dicky" then put her tongue back on her teeth, and everyone laughed.

"She's been ready for your pencil pini since she was a baby, Dickhead," Rowdy said across the room.

"Fuck you, Rowdy," Dicky turned and sneered. "You can't be first cause we need a cock hard enough to break her hymen, so that leaves your rubber pecker out."

"Alright, that's enough," Timond said loudly, "You're all here today at my invitation. You need rope certification to move to Form 5."

"We're gonna make the bitch scream," shouted a boy in back.

Now even louder, Timond almost bellowed, "Quiet! I said you're here today at my invitation. If you don't want to be here, I don't want you here. If you are going to disrespect me or other boys here, I will invite you to leave and be happy with staying in Form 4. Is that clear?"

Most of the boys answered, "Yes, sir."

"The rude boy who disrespects any other boy in this class will be removed from the list of this bitch's handlers." Timond placed his hand on Ginger's shoulder. "If you are not interested in fucking this cunt, perhaps you want to excuse yourself now?" This was followed by silence.

One smaller boy in front raised his hand. Timond nodded, "Yes?"

"Mr. Timond, guys have been saying you're going to become a Brother soon. Is that true?"

"I hope so, if I get invited. But that's not why I'm here today. I'm here for two reasons. Number one, I want to introduce you to Ginger, whom most of you already know, but today is special for Ginger because today is the first day she is going to be available to any boy here for fucking. Brother Samuel and I are giving you and all the Form 4 boys permission to use both her ass and her cunt. Now as you can see, she is wearing yellow which usually means you have to ask permission, but none of the boys here need to ask because you have our permission unless I tell you otherwise. You can treat her just like all the other fuck bitches in the school but the same rules apply to her as the others. So don't be skipping class to use her and don't be doing anything that might injure her or you will be in serious trouble.

"Just like a lot of other girls in Form 4, you're all going to help train her and stretch her cunt so it's more accommodating. Then we can get her working in the Lounge and servicing the upper Forms and Brothers and doing all the other stuff that good fuck bitches do."

The small boy in front raised his hand again and Timond nodded. "Mr. Timond if we see her fluffing in the Lounge, can we fuck her there too?"

"Sure, that's fine. But if you see her fluffing in the Lounge and some big dude lays her out and looks like he's ready to put his banana in her fruit salad, what are you going to do?"

There was giggling and hands shot up. Timond pointed at one, "Tell him to stop."

Timond nodded, "Politely, respectfully, tell him to give me a call. And?"

"Call you," shouted a boy. Timond nodded his head.

"You can just tell, Bael," said another.

"Exactly," Timond agreed.

A blond boy on the side raised his hand and Timond pointed at him, "Mr. Timond, Reverend Sendd told me that she's like, you know, fucking your puppy, right?" A titter went around the room.

"Yeah, that's right, Pardal. Most of the Form 4 girls have a dog to service. Some of you were at the demonstration yesterday and saw the video of Ginger servicing Max 78 a couple of times. But they're not very big, so she's going to have to learn to accommodate your fat little pork sword, Pardal." Pardal laughed at this and the little fluffer in front of him looked up smiling and elbowed his shin.

"Who gets to go first?" came Pardal's next inquiry.

Before Timond could answer the question the door to the training room slid open and in walked Brother Pikkemand, Timond's training counselor. This did not completely surprise Timond. Pike was a common presence in student led training generally, but anytime a group of boys were rowdy, especially of Form 4 age, that is about 10 to 12 years old or so, it could be expected. Everybody learned early on at Novum school that they were constantly being monitored in many different ways. Pike, as the students called him, was a Brother to be respected and impressed. Timond would bet that anytime an older student is doing the training, Pike would be watching remotely via the building computer network. Just as in the Lounge, there were cameras everywhere.

Timond collected confidence and repeated the question to focus himself in front of his trainer, "Who gets to go first to boff our new fuck bitch? Well, you'll all get your chance, maybe not today, but you can take your turns. Today though, we're going to combine Ginger's introduction to your cocks with rope certification. As you all know, to go to Form 5, it's a tradition that you have to pass rope certification. I have been assigned to teach it. So I wanted to use today to combine Ginger's special introduction with my introduction to rope bondage classes."

"You mean you're gonna tie her up and we're gonna fuck her?" asked a boy.

"I mean one of you is going to tie her up and fuck her," Timond corrected. "If it's a good class from here on out, maybe several boys will have time to ride her. I know some of you already know a lot about rope bondage and tying for different purposes and I want to find out what some of you already know. I want to get through at least two ties today, maybe three if you are better behaved. The boys who can demonstrate these ties can be first to poke her."

Ginger looked over at Timond. He snapped his fingers and she immediately looked back at the boy's crotch. Several of the children laughed.

One of the boys raised his hand. Timond nodded to him and he said, "Mr. Timond, nobody really uses ropes anymore, except maybe old Raspy," there was a chortle around the class, "we just use straps. So why do we have to learn this?"

Timond nodded his head and looked at Pike, "One word. Brother Pikkemand?"

Everyone turned to look at him. He wore the long, black traditional robe of the Brotherhood. His arms were still folded, with his sleeves rolled up. The children could see on one forearm the Brotherhood tattoo of a goat in a pentagram, and the other arm partially showing his personal brand, a wolf's head with fierce eyes watching the class from the back. He waited for the silence to settle in for dramatic effect. Then in a sudden deep baritone, "Tradition, the word is tradition, boys."

"Exactly. This is what Brother Pikkemand said to me when he taught me rope bondage and I expect that was what was said to him by his ropes teacher, and so it goes back for thousands of years, and it is what a select few of you will say to the boys you teach to be men." Timond continued, "Besides, tying a bitch up to fuck her is one of the best ways to insure obedience. It is a very physical demonstration of your dominance at the same time it gives the opportunity for a bitch to demonstrate her complete submission. In addition, a bitch never feels more of a sense of security and well-being as when you have her tightly bound and absolutely under your control. A bitch who is tied up tight looks to you and depends on you for everything. And, not the least important, it's fun. It is the Brotherhood in a nutshell. So we're going to start with positions good for cunt fucking and sodomizing, which I might add is also fun. Now, let me see, who knows a tie that we can use? Rowdy can you do a butterfly?"

"Yes, sir," Rowdy answered.

"Good, come up here Rowdy and I want you to take over for a bit." as Rowdy came forward, "Here's my bitch, Rowdy," he handed him her leash, "and there are ropes in utility cart."

Rowdy took the leash and pulled it towards the table's padded top, "Bitch down tight."

Ginger looked uncertainly at Timond, but he had no facial expression, only waiting. "Bitch down, bitch," Rowdy repeated.

Rowdy pulled the leash down and turned her around with her back to the table. "Bitch down tight," he said pushing her onto her back and slapping her thigh. Ginger put her arms to the side and her knees up to her chest. Now she was beginning to get nervous. She kept looking at Timond, but he did not acknowledge her anxiety.

As Rowdy went to the utility cart for the ropes, Timond took the bottom of Ginger's new Fuck Me t-shirt pulling it up over her head, "Let's get these out of the way." He tossed it to the floor then reaching under her ass, "Butt up. This needs to be off too." He pulled the skirt up over her legs and off her feet to toss it with the discarded shirt. "Display," he said. She pulled her knees back up and spread them wide for the class to view her shiny cunt and now all could see the red plug protruding from her anus. She looked out at the class and now was not certain what to do with her eyes.

At the cart Rowdy pulled out two ropes bound in green bands from the cart and unfurled one as he walked over to Ginger sitting on the padded table.

Seeing the ropes, Ginger looked at Timond, who finally responded. "Eyes on your handler's crotch, bitch."

Hearing this Rowdy, pulled his large zipper down all the way under. His tight pants opened to release his schlong and balls. Even though he was only 13, his dick was generous enough to surprise Timond. He would have preferred Ginger to start small, but that was not in the cards. Ginger must have been surprised too because she immediately looked at Timond and started to say something, "Mr. Timond ...".

But before she could start the sentence Timond interrupted, "Ginger, get quiet. Where is your place?"

Ginger swallowed, then said barely audibly, "At the end of ... his cock, sir."

"Then where should your eyes be?" Timond intoned in a deep, slow, commanding voice.

Ginger looked down at Rowdy's semi-erect penis, and replied, "On his cock, I guess."

Timond looked at the back of the room and saw Brother Pike standing with his arms folded across his chest. He looked satisfied and Timond continued, "So you'll each be getting a table and ropes from the cart, but notice he got the green banded rope which says 4 meters. Good choice, Rowdy. Now where to start?" he looked at Rowdy.

"Hand's up under your neck," and Rowdy directed both of Ginger's hands to behind her head. "Put your legs down. I'll get to them next." As Ginger stretched out her legs to some relief, Rowdy began wrapping the rope around her wrists and shoulders. Timond watched carefully to see that the initial knot was safe and would not cut off her blood circulation.

To the class he said, "See that. It's called a Cat's Paw, M, double to loop, twist, twist, twist, then hitch to her wrists."

After her right wrist was bound, he folded her arm and completed several wraps bonding her forearm to her upper arm with her hands next to her neck. Rowdy then moved to her left and replicated it with the other rope.

Timond came over and checked the tightness. "Good job," he said to Rowdy. "This is called the Hands to Head tie and is part of the Butterfly. It serves to get the hands out of the way when they are not useful which is usually the case for cunt fucking. Now here is the most important thing to remember. What you have to be careful about is making sure you don't cut off circulation. No blood, and that part of the body dies. Nobody wants a bitch without an arm, right? See her fingers are nice and pink and warm. I am warning you, you must be careful because this is the easiest way to get in very serious trouble. The building network is usually monitoring the bitches constantly to insure proper bitch management, but it's never going to catch every mistake. Always ask the bitch, how does that feel," Timond stopped and looked at Rowdy.

Rowdy looked down, "How does that feel, bitch?"

"Bad," Ginger answered, sounding on the verge of crying.

Timond put his hand on her stomach. "I know you're not used to this but you'll be fine. He means, can you feel your fingers ok? Is it too tight?"

"I don't know. ... I guess it's ok," she said with no confidence. "I don't know."

"And sometimes she doesn't. That's why the man in charge has to pay close attention to skin color and temperature, and rope tightness." Timond backed away so his class could see. "Ok. Rowdy, what's next?"

"Ok, put your knee here," Rowdy said reaching down to Ginger's knee and pulling it up towards her elbow. He wrapped a rope around her thigh her thighs and shins as tightly together as he had her upper arm and forearm. After he had completed both sides, the class could begin to see why it was called a "butterfly". Her folded and bound arms appeared to be two separate wings as did her legs. Rowdy started to tie the long loose ends to the large eyelets under the edge of the table, but Timond put his hand on his and said, "Let me show the class something."

"This leg wrap around her legs is called a Frog tie and keeps her legs bent. If you tie the knees to the elbows like this," threading rope through bent arms, then cinching the knees up, completely immobilized her limbs, "... you have her completely under control. Tied with the hands to head tie and the frog tie, she is completely dominated and now you can freely position your bitch anyway you want." Now Ginger's knees were pulled tightly up towards her arms and her pussy was luridly on display. "For example you can pull her up to the edge." Timond reached under her arms and pulled her head over the top edge of the table. Ginger's head went down and Timond pulled her long strawberry blond hair out so it almost reached the floor. Timond tapped her mouth to remind her to open. Thinking he wanted her attention, Ginger raised her head. Timond tapped her mouth again, and said, "Mouth." She opened it a little and put her tongue back on her lower teeth, which were now her upper teeth. She had been in this position several times before and dreaded what would come next. "Rowdy, stand up here please." Rowdy stepped over to her head and stood in front of her face. Timond reached under the table's edge, "Adjust the table's height with this switch." Rowdy's cock was now directly in front of her face.

"Suck, bitch," Rowdy said with a smile. Ginger opened her mouth and Rowdy pushed his semi-erect penis in. As Rowdy held her head and fucked her mouth, Timond went to the other end of the table.

Everyone watched Rowdy pumping into Ginger's mouth for bit. She choked and gagged as his cock got harder.

A boy raised his hand and Timond acknowledged his question, "Yes, Harold."

Harold, a 12-year-old boy stood up, "Mr. Timond, couldn't you use a Box tie on her arms?"

"Good, Harold. This tells me you have some ropes knowledge, and yes, you could. Of course it wouldn't be called a Butterfly. But that would have two disadvantages. One is that it would not get her head down as low because her arms would be under her. Of course you could tip that end of the table lower but then you'd have to tie her to the table or she could slip off. She slips off and you might have an ugly bruise or bump. So let's move on and shortly I will show you the second reason why the Hands to Head tie is better."

Timond reached to her crotch and gave her clitoris a pinch. The girl automatically reacted by snapping her knees shut. "As you can see we have a problem here. She still has some control and we need to remove it to properly dom her. Rowdy, I'm going to interrupt that face fuck," and he reached up, grabbed Ginger's thighs and slid her down to the bottom edge of the table. Taking the loose ends of the leg ropes, Timond looped them through her arm tie and cinched them down tightly to the table's edge. Now the girl was spread wide and tightly immobile with her genitals and anus on the bottom edge of the table.

This last move, of Ginger's legs being tightly cinched down to the table, spread wide and pulling her knees almost to her folded arms caused her the greatest distress. Now not only was she completely unable to move but her sex was completely in view, displayed to the class. She was pretty sure what would happen next, though she was not absolutely sure who would do it.

"Mr. Timond, sir ... are you going to ..." but Ginger did not get to finish the question before Timond interrupted.

"Ginger, hush ... I need you to show the other girls here how quiet and obedient a good bitch is." Timond turned looked at Rowdy, then at the class, "Ok, what does Rowdy do now?"

Dicky, shouts out, "Rowdy fucks the bitch, ... yeh!"

Timond frowned, "Wrong, very wrong Dicky and please raise your hand. Respect the other boys here. Who knows what Rowdy does next?"

Pardal's hand shot up. "Yes, Pardal?"

"He lubes her up."

Timond shook his head, "Not yet. Is anyone listening? We have a valuable piece of ass here."

From behind Timond, "Sir?"

Timond nodded at Rowdy. Rowdy looked at Ginger. She had tears on her cheeks. "How does that feel, bitch?"

Ginger was quiet. Rowdy standing beside Ginger pulled her face to his, "Bitch, how's that feel? Too tight? Your hands look good. I think she's good & ready, Mr. Timond."

"Watch," Timond said and took the fingers of Ginger's right hand, "Does this tingle?"

Ginger shook her head. Timond reached over and took her left hand, "Feels warm. Tingles?"

She shook her head again, "Mr. Timond ..." Timond placed his fingers on her mouth.

"I like fuck bitches who answer yes and no questions by shaking their head. Does anything tingle?"

Ginger scrunched her lips under Timond's fingers looking about to cry again, but simply shook her head.

Timond reached down and felt her toes and lingered there. They were delicate. The girl had nice feet, even with her legs wrapped. He glanced at Pike who looked unreadable, then to the class, "Keep an eye on the fingers and toes. They should be warm and pink, always."

Louder he said, "Now, if the feet are in the way, you can cinch the knees tighter up or you can use a third rope around the back of her neck to pull her feet up closer to her stomach. If you want, you can release the cinch and just flip her over and fuck her from behind. You'll find this tie is pretty safe for not stressing a joint.

"Rowdy, what's next?" Timond asked.

"Uhh... lube her I guess?" Rowdy answered dubiously.

"That's right. Now you got two choices. There's lube on the top of the utility cart, or, better I think, get her warmed up by working her. Fingers are ok, or better still, use your tongue. You're the boss, Rowdy." Timond looked at Pike, "Am I forgetting anything Brother Pikkemand?"

Pike said nothing but gave the thumbs up.

"Alright boys, there are plenty of ropes for everyone in the cart. While Rowdy's getting this bitch ready for her first fucking, I want to see what you learned. I'll be coming around, if you have questions. Help each other. Maybe Brother Pikkemand will be available for a while too?" Timond looked at Pike who nodded. There was commotion as the boys acquired mats, ropes and found their own space.

"Mr. Timond, I thought you would be the first, please ... please," Ginger voice was shaky.

Timond looked down. Rowdy was on his knees spreading the lips of her vulva and Ginger had tears in her eyes. From his side vision, Timond could see Pike with his arms still folded, was strolling up.

"Does Mr. Rowdy need to get a ball gag for the mouth, little bitch?" Timond said in an even voice.

Rowdy stuck his tongue in as Ginger jerked but had nowhere to go.

"How's she doing?" Pike asked standing next to Timond looking down at the girl.

"She's pretty nervous, sir," Timond answered. "She's been cunt fucked by a dog, but this is her first ride from a Form 4 boy."

"Yeah, I saw your video yesterday. Good training. What's her name again?" Pike said as he walked over to her head.

"Ginger, sir," Rowdy said from over her pussy.

Pike looked at Timond and smiled for the first time. Touching her collar he said to the building computer network that monitored and controlled all of the technology including the electronic collars, "Bael, program P342 for bitch Ginger." Both men could see wetness spread out from her collar then rapidly disappear. The girl made an audible "Ooh," and mouthed "Mr. Timond" but otherwise was silent. Her collar was showing slow pink pulse.

As Rowdy sucked on her clit she strained against the ropes. He put his finger in her vaginal entry and looked up, "I think she's wet, Mr. Timond."

"Work her up a little hotter, Rowdy. Remember this is her first ride from a guy. Get her sloppy so you get good penetration," Timond answered. Rowdy dove back down with even more enthusiasm.

"Aaah," Ginger said with a mix of surprise and reluctance wreathing against the ropes. Her collar was now beginning to flash a slow red pulse on the top.

"Good, Rowdy. Push on her plug. She responds to that," Timond said watching her face. Rowdy pulled his finger from her vagina and pushed on her anal plug, up and then down. "She likes to feel her ass."

Though the girl's eyes were still tearing, the pulse of her collar went a little faster and she released a, "uuuooh gaaa."

There was a tussle between two boys about who grabbed a rope at the same time. Timond turned his attention to the class, "There are plenty of ropes. If you cannot get them yourself, go sit with your bitch and I will bring one to you. And I want you to display while you're waiting." The two boys immediately resolved their dispute by grabbing a second rope.

Timond circulated through the settling pairs. Helping a couple of boys get the tie started with the proper hitch. Walking up to a 9-year-old blond girl with skinny legs and boney knees he saw the boy of about the same age had used a slip knot that was tightening around her wrist. "No, no. Start again," Timond said as he pulled the rope off. "That will tighten up on her and you will have bitch that needs her hand removed because she was injured from no blood circulation." Timond made the proper knot, "Look. Hitch it like this and it will not tighten. Double, twist, twist, then put the loops together. This is the cat's paw," showing the boy the loops, then he slipped it around the small wrist. "Now pull and see? It doesn't tighten."

"Mr. Timond?" the girl said in a quiet voice.

"Sweety, if you have a question, you need to ask ... sorry forgot your name?"

"Kitty," she answered.

"No," Timond said, looking at the boy, "what's your name?"

"He doesn't care what your name is, dumb bitch," Carson scolded jerking the rope a little. Then to Timond, "Carson." The boy moved to her other arm and attempt the same rope tie.

"Kitty, if you have questions, ask your handler, Mr. Carson. If he doesn't know, he can ask me, or if it's not something you need to know, I bet he has a ball gag in his utility belt." Timond looked at Carson's work. "Better, Carson, but wrap it the other way."

"Carson?" Kitty used the same quiet voice.

"What?" Carson answered, though he was intensely focused on getting her other arm tied correctly.

"I don't like this. I don't like this at all," Kitty almost whispered.

Carson looked at Timond who only raised an eyebrow. Then he unzipped a pouch on his belt and pulled out a ball gag. Holding the ball in her mouth with one hand, he slipped the strap behind her head and cinched it. "That's Mr. Carlson." He patted her cheek, "Now shut up."

"Now," Carson said feeling her fingers, "Is it too tight?"

"Ommmh" Kitty tried to respond.

"Cripes," Carson said with impatience, "Just nod yes or no. Is it too tight?"

The little blond shook her head.

"Good," he said as he pulled her thigh up and began to wrap her leg on one side.

"Carson?" Timond said as he watched.

"Yes, sir?"

"Is this girl fucking?"

Carson was working quickly because this part seemed simple as he folded the knee up tightly.

"Yes, sir. Form 4 boys can fuck her just like Ginger. You can fuck her ass but, if you want her pussy, you'll have to ask Brother Pike."

"No, I'm asking cause I want to know if you're going to do her after she is bound," Timond looked dubiously at Carson.

"Yes, sir. Well, I mean, Pardal and I are going to trade girls when we're finished tying them up," Carson said still intent on what to do with the end of the rope.

Timond reached for the girl's panty crotch and stuck his finger in to pull it away and peek at the girl's smooth little pussy lips. "So isn't Pardal going to have kind of a hard time poking his pecker in this puss with these panties in the way?"

"Shit," he said and began to unwrap the tethered leg.

Timond stood up and looked around. One boy, Gou, appeared to be finished and was sitting on his girl's face with his cock out jacking it.

"Gou, what are you doing?" Timond walked over.

"I'm getting ready to fuck her, sir. Do you want to check my knots?" he said. His eyes were on the girl's crotch.

Timond reached own in front of him to feel her fingers and toes and the tightness of the rope. He judged it as good and could see that Gou was hard and ready for business. He looked at the front of the room to Ginger and Rowdy on the stage. Ginger was panting and breathing through rounded lips. Pike was circulating, correcting mistakes and advising boys on their work.

"Ok," Timond said walking up to the stage. The top of Ginger's collar was flashing red rapidly. He paused pushed his finger into the Ginger's vagina as if taking her temperature. Ginger wrenched into the ropes, grabbing the air with her fingers. Withdrawn it was soaking wet with hot pussy slime. Looking up, "Ok, can I get everybody's attention." Looking back to Ginger, Timond said rather quietly, "Look at the class, Ginger." Ginger looked out at the class and they were all glued to her. To the class, "I'm thinking that Rowdy is ready to get his cream in my bitch's jelly roll. Now keep in mind that because she is new at this, Rowdy needs to get a good, deep fuck into her. Remember it's his job and your job to loosen her up. So, Rowdy, make her cum now so she's good an' wet. Push on that anal plug. Punch so it feels like she's getting her butt fucked and work the clit so she cums."

Rowdy laid into it hard, following Timond's instructions pushing the anal device with his thumb, with the other hand fingering inside her vagina, and sucking on her clit with his mouth, working it rapidly with his tongue. While Rowdy was giving her his best 13-year-old cuntilingus, Timond talked to the class, explaining about a proper open position for a good hard fuck. Moving to the table's edge above the girl's head, Timond quickly unwrapped her bent arms, stretched them out and lashed her arms above her head to the table's corners.

Timond reached down to the remote on the lanyard around his neck and fiddled with it. Almost immediately Ginger erupted in a loud reaction and bucking against the ropes. She gripped the arm ropes tightly with her hands and pulled as hard as she could but Timond's tie held. Timond pulled Rowdy back by the shoulder to slow her orgasm. Her collar locked on a dark red.

Timond moved to the back stage of Ginger who was moaning now. First releasing the leg ropes from the table's edge, he then grabbed arm ropes and pulled her up on the table to center her and tightened them again. Next he rapidly pulled the ropes off one leg and describing his actions to the class, "... then stretch the leg out ..." quickly stretched the leg out and strapped it down to the table's side. "Toes out," he said wrapping the rope around and over her foot. "She can't close up that way." With a quick tie, he moved to the other leg and described it again. "Stretch ... Toes pointing out, loop it once around the foot to keep them that way then down to the table." Finishing with the other leg, he reached up to her crotch. "See how her cunt is wide open and she can't close her legs." Ginger now had her arms and legs extended in a virtual X and she was now spread eagle on the padded table. "Ginger show us. Try to squeeze your legs closed." The girl was bleary but weakly responded pulling on the ropes a little but then immediately surrendered to them. Timond patted her head. "Exposed and ready to breed." Timond had done all this so quickly with such smooth facility it was easy for Brother Pike to see why Timond was chosen from among Form 6 to be the rope bondage teacher to these younger boys.

Timond stood erect by her head. Looking down, quieter he said, "Ready to fuck, Ging?"

Ginger was panting and nodded her head rapidly, "Please, sir. Yes, please, Mr. Timond. Have him do me, please."

"That's my girl," Continuing to stare into the little girl's eyes, he spoke, "Rowdy, fuck this bitch."

Rowdy climbed up onto the padded table, between the 11-year-old's legs and with one hand guided his hard cock in.

"oo" Ginger flinched against the ropes reacting to the penetration.

Timond squatted down for a closer, lower view. "Look down, Rowdy. What's the engagement? Is your cock all the way in?"

The boy pushed up higher with his arms and looked under himself and now both could see their crotches together. "Yeah, it's in all the way."

"Cream her cunt up good," Timond said patting her arm as he stood up and the boy started pumping furiously. She put her head first to one side, then to the class side and opened her eyes. "oh, oh, oh, oh," she said in rhythm to Rowdy's bucking.

Timond looked up at the class. Everyone's eyes were glued to the action on the stage. It was not often that the students got to see a first fuck. And being the first in line was a definite honor. A few boys cheered Rowdy on. "Bone that bitch, Rowdy," said Dicky which got a laugh from many of the boys.

"Gou, you're finished and I checked your work it's good. You can be next to polish my girl's cervix, if you want, or you can wait for Pardal." Timond announced loudly, "Everyone else, when you finish, raise your hand, I will come around and check it, and if there's time you can have a turn on your new fuck bitch."

Gou continued pumping his penis but stood up and walked to the front, leaving his girl to catch her breath and stare up at the ceiling. Shortly Rowdy bellowed, gave his final jabs and collapsed on top of Ginger.

Gou pulled on his shoulder, "Next," he said, "Come on."

Rowdy slowly pulled himself off the girl and was replaced by Gou. He centered his cock on her slash and punched it in. Gou was slower but more methodical at first and Ginger's collar began pulsing a brighter pink more rapidly.

Timond watched Gou fuck her for a minute and touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. Ginger opened her eyes just slightly. Timond didn't know if she could see him or was even aware of anything beyond Gou's persistent cock pounding. Then she closed her eyes again, opened her mouth wider and her collar locked on a solid red again. She was having another orgasm.

"Good girl," Timond said quietly but loud enough for Ginger to hear.

Timond looked around the room. Two boys had already been given permission by Pike to mount their girls. One was spread eagle like Ginger and the girl was making a lot of noise. Her user was scolding her to "quiet down" but she was not complying.

Pike was crouched down next to a girl bound to a table in a tie similar to the butterfly but she was face down on her knees. Pike was explaining to the boy handling her about the intricacies of this specific tie. "If you want to fuck her asshole, you just pull on this rope and make it a little tighter. See how her knees get pulled forward a little and her ass comes down." He pulled a silver pen-like object from his shirt pocket. The girl's face was toward Timond and he watched her expression as Pike inserted the silver probe in her anus. She drew her mouth into an unpleasant grin, "iiiii"

Pike simply put his other hand on the back of her neck as a token of control. "See this a good fuck angle here with you standing. Now watch." He left the probe and changed the tension in the rope letting her knees move back a little. The probe moved more steeply up. "See, too high now. You'd have to climb up on the table to get a good fuck, but look at this." He moved the probe from her anus to her vagina. The girl opened her mouth more, tensed against the ropes then relaxed. "See that. Perfect for vaginal. This is an excellent tie for giving a bitch a good workout. You can also pull her forward on the table, get her head up and face fuck her too, so it's very versatile. It's great for parties with friends." He pulled his probe from her vagina and pocketed it. Then stuck his finger in where the probe had been. "You like this don't you, little sugar?" Pike pulled his slimy finger from her vagina and pushed it into her mouth for her to lick. The girl complied without being told. "Want your boyfriend to fuck that little pussy don't ya?" As he stood, he gave her ass a loud slap. "Good bitch. She all yours if you want," he said looking around the room to assess the progress.

Still standing behind the girl, the boy unzipped his crotch and began pumping his small penis as Pike moved to the next pair.

Timond's attention moved to the other intercourse in progress. A small girl getting screwed with her legs still bound tightly to the edge of the table with her handler standing. He had a hold on her thighs and was using them as leverage for his thrusting, pulling her butt almost off the table. She was quite young, maybe 8 and her handler was Bastono, a muscly 10-year-old natural boy that Timond had a good opinion of. The little girl must have been flexible because her knees were tied up high. Her eyes were on Timond, almost disinterested in her physical predicament except for a furrowed brow.

The girl watched Timond walk over. He released the two ropes that restrained her to the table and pulled her a few centimeters higher. Bastono looked up. "Keep her on the table or you'll stress her lower back," Timond said placing his hand on the girl's head. He looked at the younger boy, "You can blow your wad in this one or you can finish in my bitch on the stage when Gou's done, if you like." The boy immediately withdrew. "Sure," he said and walked up to the stage with his stiff, greasy cock bouncing.

Timond patted the girl's little gaping cunt still at the table's edge, "Good bitch." But he didn't bother releasing her. As he walked by he smoothed his hand along her long brown hair and patted her cheek

"Thank you, sir," she answered and turned her head to kiss his hand. Timond wasn't totally sure what she was thanking him for but he liked the little touch of hand kissing.

Timond looked up and surveyed the room and saw Harold struggling with positioning his girl on the table. Walking over, he heard the boy cursing at how she was not cooperating. The girl was making a commotion, almost screaming, "Cramp! Cramp! My leg," she trailed off into a cry. The tall, lanky girl was tied in the Butterfly position that Timond had demonstrated and Harold appeared to be trying to get her face down with her bottom hanging off the table.

"Can I give you a hand, Harold? Is this Buki's girl?" Timond grasped her blond hair and turned her head to see her face. "One of Buki's girls, I guess he's training more than one right now. Uuh Jilly?" The girl nodded her head as she gritted her teeth. What Harold was doing was not working.

He was trying to push her legs down, out of the way, but she threatened to slide of the table's surface. "Yeah, we were going to butt fuck her. I guess I should tie her to the table, huh? Mr. T."

"How about you and I show the class a different way to do it with a different tie?" Timond suggested.

Harold looked somewhat relieved. "Sure, Mr. T."

"Tell you what. You get us a spreader bar from the bottom of the cart and meet me and your bitch up front on the stage ok?" Timond said as he removed the ropes wrapped around each leg, dropping them to the floor. Unwrapping her arms allowed the 12 year old to stretch out them out and massage her right leg. Her limbs were long and willowy. She exhaled loudly and made a loud "ooo".

Timond left the ropes attached to her wrists and placing ropes in one hand put his arm around the girl directing her to the front where Harold was waiting with the spreader bar. "Come on, up front. Mr. Harold and I are going do this differently."

"Now stand up on the stage and face Ginger. Spread your legs wide and straight from Mr. Harold and he's going to strap that spreader bar on." Timond reached down to the naked girl's thighs. "Make'em wide, Harold." Timond ran his hand down her leg. He liked the feel. "... wider, very wide, ... more ... good. Adjust it and strap it on." The girl's stance was almost precarious her feet, were beyond shoulder width apart.

They heard a growl and grunt coming from Ginger's table. Looking up, Timond saw Gou pushing deeply into Ginger's vagina for his orgasm and the next boy, Bastono, patiently waiting pumping his penis to keep it hard.

Stepping up in front of the girl, between her and Ginger, and looking up, Timond could see a small black square. "Bael, lower the winch over bitch Ginger's head." Gou looked up wandering what his instructor was planning. "You're good, Gou. This isn't for you. Finish up cause Bastono's waiting his turn. Bael, release this winch to free wheel."

Gou looked back at the boy pumping his dick beside the table, pulled his wet cock out and scrambled off the table. "She's getting pretty sloppy."

"Good, That'll help loosen her up," Timond answered, grabbing the winch and pulling it behind Jilly. He grabbed the ropes attached to her wrists and made a quick wrap and tie that bound the girl's hands together behind her back. Looking down at Harold below her crotch, "Got it?" Harold responded with a thumb up.

The girl's arms were pointed down in a V behind her with her hands hanging against her butt and her feet were held wide with the spreader bar. She interlaced her fingers, trying to look back, but Timond put a finger on her cheek. "Eyes to the front, Jilly." Timond snapped the winch cable to the tie of her hands. Placing a hand on the back of the girl's head and pushing her to lean forward, he commanded the building computer network loudly, "Bael, retract the winch slowly one meter. Lean forward and keep your arms straight, Jilly." Now the girl's hands went up and out behind her, forcing her torso forward over. Timond kept his hand on her shoulder. "You have to go slow and careful with this position, Harold."

"Mr.?" the girl wanted to protest but knew better.

Timond went on, "Listen Harold, when I was your age, I watched an older Form 5 boy, who was supposedly fully certified in rope bondage doing this. The girl lost her balance, fell over and pulled one of her shoulders out of joint. The boy got in so much trouble that he got bitched out in the Lounge for a week. And he spent quite a bit of time bound in this position himself so he wouldn't forget how to do it safely. Unfortunately for him, he was kind of pretty. His asshole was never the same after."

Harold stood up chuckling. "Are you serious, Mr. T? You mean he had to serve like a bitch in the Lounge and got his ass fucked just cause a girl fell?"

"Seriously serious. I'm telling you, that you have to be really careful with every tie but especially this one because this bitch is valuable property to the Brotherhood. She's going to be a tall sexy filly and she'll definitely make a good mare some day. ... Bael, retract winch slow 4 centimeters more. Jilly, lean forward more."

The girl leaned forward. trying to look back again, "Mister?" but Timond moved his hand from her shoulder to push her head. "Head down, bitch. You don't have a cock in you yet, so show respect." Looking back at Harold, "This is called the tiptoe spreader bar strappado position. Strappado is any position where the hands are tied together behind the bitch, arms straight and raised to bend her into an accessible position. Noticed I used elastic rope? It stretches and adds some safety if her user gets carried away and fucks her off balance. What's it called?"

"Tiptoe spreader bar strappado. I get the strappado but why is called tiptoe?" Harold looked at the girl.

"Good question. Up on your toes, bitch." Timond slapped her ass with his open hand and the girl tried to perch herself higher on her toes. "Bael, retract winch 4 centimeters. Up on your toes. Higher. Bail, stop. Harold, hand me that rope." Timond pointed to a discarded rope on the floor.

Taking it from Harold he wrapped it first around one thigh, then the other, then crossed it around her waist, wrapping it twice and tying it. "That's called a crotch tie, Harold. I like it better than a harness but you still have to be careful. Bael, lower the winch above bitch Jilly," he told the building network. A second hook descended from the ceiling directly above the girl's waist for Timond to hook to the new rope. "Bael, tension on this winch and hold her steady." The winch tightened. "It adds some safety against her falling and dislocating her shoulder but also keeps her asshole and her pussy up and makes her feel thoroughly under your control, which is what we're after right?" He patted her displayed pussy lips. "She'll love ya for this one, Harry."

"Now, how's your crank, Harold? Man up and try it there if you want her ass. If it's not a good angle then adjust the winch a few centimeters. It doesn't take much. But keep her steady. You know what I mean?"

"I'll be careful," the boy said as he stepped up behind her with a tube of lubricant.

"If you want to use her cunt, just raise the winch and push her forward a little more and that's an easy fuck," Timond said patting the top of her ass. He watched as Harold lubed her butthole and his cock. While the boy pumped his cock to stiffen it, Timond looked around the room again. Most of the boys were relieving themselves in their bitches. Bastono was humping Ginger like a little fuck machine and her collar was pulsing pink again.

Harold now stepped close to his girl's asshole and crammed his cock into it. "Oh" the girl grunted but remained passive. Timond reached up and grabbing her blond hair again, raised her head. "Head up bitch. Be proud of servicing that cock." Harold grabbed the girl's hips and began pumping.

Timond turned his attention back to his Ginger. Bastono was now climbing off and the next two boys were waiting in line. Timond calculated it must have taken him all of a minute and half. It was surprising how quickly preteens can make a train. Just as surprising is how rapidly their trains proceed. Rowdy was taunting Bastono about his quick shoot. Looking around Timond saw Katze, Rowdy's girl, sitting on the floor against the wall in back. She was a good-looking teen whom Timond had used several times in evening Lounge sessions as well as late nights in his room. She had long nicely shaped legs, small but pert tits, a comfortable ass and long reddish, brown hair.

Timond walked over to an empty table not far from her. "Katzy," he lowered the table and patted it. "Up here." She lazily stood up, ambled to the table and sat down.

Rowdy was still on stage taunting Ginger's current copulator who was now fucking as quickly as he could. Timond called to the front, "Rowdy, I need your help. Get me 4 blue ropes." Rowdy looked at Timond and appreciative of not being scolded he went to the utility cart for the ropes. Timond turned to Katze, "Bitch down tight, Katzy." He put his hand on her shoulder and guided her down to lay on her back. "Anybody fuck you today?" The girl shook her head no. "Scoot down, butt closer to the edge. Didn't Rowdy or Brother Gressil do you this morning?" The girl shook her head no again. He put a hand under her neck and helped her down the table. "Did your doggy take care of you this morning?" With her knees up tightly to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them and clasped her hands to lay like a turkey ready for basting, shaking her head negatively again.

Raising her knees had pushed her little skirt up and revealed she had no panties. Timond pushed a finger a little way inside her vagina and found it dry. "Kind a bored, huh?" Katze nodded yes. Timond reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a small vibe clip. Spreading her vaginal lips with one hand, he found her clitoris ring and pulling it out just a bit causing the girl to flinch, and clipped the vibe to the clitoris ring. With the medallion hanging from his lanyard, he started the vibe's action and set it to high. The girls mouth came open a little, she clinched her teeth and closed her eyes. "Bored still?" The girl opened her eyes to look at him and eagerly shook her head. Timond reduced the vibe's setting and patted her inner thigh.

Rowdy handed Timond the ropes. Timond tossed back one and said, "Let's do arms extended, tied to the table. Didn't you fuck this bitch before you brought her down?"

Rowdy went for the left arm. "No, sir. I picked her up from the gym and I didn't have time," he said as he secured her wrist to the table's side rings.

Timond took the right wrist and did the same. After her arms were secure, he threw Rowdy another rope and said, "Cat's paw on her ankle." Timond tied his rope to the other ankle. The girl was getting very uncomfortable from the vibe on her clitoris and pulled a little against Timond as he tied the knot. "Steady, bitch." Then to Rowdy, "Ok, now, her legs are going to go up and over, and tie about where her arms are tied.... Legs straight. ... Keep them straight, Katzy."

When Timond and Rowdy had finished the girl was on her back, her arms stretched above her head, and her legs stretched over her head tied to the same rings. She was still trying to squeeze her crotch to free herself from the persistent vibration but with no success because her legs were spread wide. To add tension to the ropes Timond went to her butt, and grabbing her hips pulled her down just a little over the edge. This forced her legs at a tighter angle and put butt somewhat uncomfortably in the air. The 13-year-old girl made a discomfited sound but still said nothing. To Rowdy he said, "See this emphasizes those nice, long shapely legs and that nice round ass, so it's a good display and submission position for her. Got a clean anal plug?"

"Yeah, in my belt," Rowdy answered.

Timond pushed a finger into her vagina again and this time brought it out nicely lubricated. He put his nose down into her crotch and inhaled the aroma, licking a little of the wetness. His cock was hard. Rowdy handed him the plug and some lube. Timond greased her anus causing the girl to jerk against the ropes and fruitlessly clinch her butt cheeks together.

"Oh!" she said in sharp reaction.

Handing the lube back, Timond pushed the plug down and in, squeezing the inflation bulb a couple of times to lock it in. Running his ring finger over the girl's clit and its own ring, He watched Pike who standing next to Pardal watching the boy attempt to hogtie a girl about 9 years old, face down on a floor mat. Her arms were pulled down between her legs, knees to her flat chest, with her wrists and ankles bound together by one rope. The girl's head was to the side, trying to say something to Brother Pike. Moving forward, he squatted down and grabbed her head with both hands to turn her face to the floor mat. "Head down and face to the floor until there's cock in your hole little bitch. Good bitches are humble and pride can only come from your servicing a cock," he said in deep, steady voice and stood up.

Pike pulled a small pencil-sized rod from is belt pouch and handed it to Pardal. They were discussing the angle of her rectum and vagina respectively. Pardal inserted the rod in the anus to see the angle pointing up some 20 degrees. Then using an anti-bio wipe inserted it in the vagina. It pointed down some 20 degrees. Pike was explaining to Pardal the finer points of the use of the position with girls of differing ages, physical characteristics and purposes. He put his hand on the girl's back. "When the back is level you are working with two opposite angles. So decide what you want to do with her and adjust her back accordingly." While all this was preceding, the girl had to roll her head down, rising up a little on her forehead to get her mouth up enough from the mat to breath.

When Timond looked up at the stage, he saw one of the older boys raising himself off Ginger and another slightly younger one climbed on to the table between her legs. He decided it was a good opportunity to make final announcements. "Men, if you are not fucking right now, I want to draw your attention to this tie," he announced loudly putting his hand on the back of Katze's thigh.

He had the attention of about half of the boys and went with that. "As you can see, this is a good position for anal but if you tilt the table a little like this ..." he reached under for a switch that lowered only the bottom end of the table with her butt and vulva. "... you can also get a good vaginal angle and very good, deep penetration." Timond placed his hand on the back of her leg, and ran his hand along its smooth back. "See the legs are really out of the way but you get a nice sexy shape here, especially if you get the tie right so her toes are pointed." Timond put an index finger in her vagina, and smelled it when he pulled it out. "Ok, so this bitch is hot and ready, and we only have about 10 minutes left. I'll tell you what. You've done pretty well as a class, so in 10 minutes you can finish whatever bitch training you want. The bots will get the ropes and clean up. In the meantime I'm going to get busy shooting a wad in this pussy. If you can get out of here and to your next assignment without a lot of commotion, I'll schedule a certification on these ties next week. Some of you will look a lot better for promotion to Form 5 with some rope bondage certifications. Are there any questions?"

For those who were listening, there were not, so Timond dismissed their attention. "Ok, I promised Brother Samuel everyone would be on time for their next class, so if you want to use your new little bitch Ginger this week, don't be late for anything. Finish up and leave your girls here. And leave them tied. This rope thing makes me hot and I might need some more pussy to cool off." One boy got the joke and laughed. The others were respectfully waiting for Timond to finish talking. He patted the girl's displayed cunt causing her to strain and grunt a little. In a quieter voice he said, "Rowdy, make sure the boys leave their girls here, tied. I want to check the ties myself and make it part of my report to Brother Samuel. I want you to make sure the boys don't hang around so take the last boys with you. Make sure they get to where they should be. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, sir!" Rowdy was pleased with his authority.

"Good, man. I need some quiet while I use the Brother's bitch," Timond said looking down at her.

"Uh, Mr. Timond, do you think I could maybe have her later? She's one of my favorites." Rowdy said looking down and putting a hand on the back of her leg.

"I'll check with Brother Gressil," Timond nodded. "If you make sure everyone gets to their next class on time, you've been a great help. I'll ask if I can have her look for you after the Form 4 classes are finished. Probably I'll bring her up to the Form 4 lounge with my bitch if the Brother says OK."

The tiny vibe was still on her clit and she was progressively making more noise. Timond unclipped the vibe and stuck it in his pouch. In response the girl audibly sighed. Opening his pants, the girl raised her head and looked down between her legs to see her handler's erection. "Let me know if you get bored again," he said and pushed it into her wet vagina. She liked this upper Form handler better than a lot of others. He had used her several times and had usually made her orgasm. The girl laid her head back and decided there was little to do but try to enjoy the penetration.

In only about 5 minutes Rowdy had herded the last, youngest boy off of Ginger promising him he could finish in the lounge after classes, and he gave a wave as he was herding the 9 year old out of the training room. They were both followed by Brother Pike. Pike nodded and pointed with his mouth at the girl Pardal had hogtied wrists to ankles face down on the floor mat. Timond could see her face and nose was pushed into the mat and she was trying to breath from the sides of her mouth. Timond nodded to acknowledge the attention he should give her problem. Pike gave a half smile and a thumb's up. "Good job, professor" he said then the door closed behind him.

Timond was slowly pushing his cock in and out of Katze's vagina. Her collar was glowing pink and he was pretty sure he had worked her up close to an orgasm. She was young enough and Timond's penis long enough that he couldn't work it all the way in, but he could feel it hitting the back and he could tell he was nudging her cervix from her reaction. With her legs bound so completely out of the way, she had no defense. Timond reached down with his index finger ring and worked it against her clit ring, then reached up to her tit rings with both index rings to rub and twist them. The girl groaned as she received a drop of Orgzone and a tiny bit of cocaine from her collar. The room was full of young girl's bound in a variety of positions but all silent except Ginger who was breathing hard and moaning slightly.

Timond grabbed the girl he was fucking by the shoulders and pulling hard into her, began to pound into her vagina for his orgasm. As the girl's collar began to pulse bright red it's top signaling her own climax, Timond tensed and dumped his cum as deeply into her has he could force it. Some Brother had told him when helping him with lead one of his early training sessions that the best way to end a good training session is with a good, hard cum.

He held his cock in deeply as it finished it's contractions. Katze looked at his face with her mouth open then let her eyes squint closed as her collar continued its solid red signal.

Timond pulled out and walked over to the hogtied girl. Kneeling down, he pushed her over, first onto her side, and then back, then pulled her into a sitting position. "Open," he said squeezing her cheeks between the teeth and pulled her head to his crotch. He grabbed her behind the neck with one hand and with the other fed his cock into her open mouth and said, "Clean." It was a little awkward but she managed to suck it. When he released his hold she pulled back then leaned forward again and kissed it, "Thank you, sir," which made him confident it clarified the little girl's training.

He patted her cheek, "Good little bitch," and proceeded to release the single rope holding her hands and feet together. "Bael, make notes on this session from me to Brother Samuel. Pardal successfully hogtied his bitch with some assistance. He is ready for testing."

Moving behind the girl in the strappado up on her toes, he grabbed her by one shoulder, "Bael, slowly extend the winches on this bitch." The girl went down from her toes as he pulled her back into an erect stance over the spreader bar. Moving in front of her to remove some clips the boy had decorated her titties with, he could see cum dripping from the lips of her vagina. Dribbling down the inside of her thighs, it made long, shinny streaks towards her knees. "Get another bitch to lick you. Make sure she shows respect for that semen," he said to her. Timond looked back at the 9 year old that he had just released from the hogtie. She was rubbing her wrists. "Clean this bitch," Timond said patting her vulva.

"Ok, sir," the girl cautiously stood and came to kneel in front of the bound girl while Timond unstrapped the spreader on her ankles from behind.

Removing the last spreader strap, Timond said, "Steady, Jilly. Let this girl get you clean before you bring your legs together." The little blond licked the inside of the 10-year-old's skinny legs. Timond went to undo the knot around Jilly's wrists as the little girl worked up her crotch and around her slimy twat.

Timond found the wrist knot difficult to unfasten. "Bael, note Harold needs to learn a wrist tie. Shit," which the building network dutifully recorded.

As Timond finally released one wrist, Jilly reached the freed hand in front of her to grab the back of the 9 year old's head to control girl's access to the sensitive area. "Easy, girl," Jilly said pulling back a little from the diligent tongue.

"Jilly, let her get you clean," he was still struggling to get the rope from the other wrist. "Shit, this knot sucks." He reached up and pushed her butt forward. "Get that pussy up there."

When the rope fell to the floor Jilly exhaled in relief, "Oh, thank you, Mr. Timond. Harold can be so mean sometimes."

"Jilly," Timond said putting his hand on her shoulder, "that kind of talk about your handler is not appropriate. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she mumbled.

"And it's Mr. Harold to you," he said looking around.

After Timond finally finished with Jilly, he went to each bound girl successively. One girl, an 11-year-old who was bound spread to a table with her legs over her head was able to untie herself. Timond made a note of the boy's failure with the building network. When he released the girls tied to tables he directed them on to the floor. Two girls close to each other started talking about how mean one of the boys had been and how she thought he was going to choke her with the rope but Timond immediately shushed them. "If you need a ball gag, I have several. If you have been fucked, instead of jabbering, get those cunts cleaned up," he scolded. So the girls sat quietly on the floor rubbing their wrists, ankles, and other sore parts and licking each other between the legs. Timond sat on the table that Ginger was tied to releasing the knots that held her arms. Her mouth was open and still audibly breathing, she was staring wordlessly at the ceiling.

"How are you?" Timond asked as he released her left arm. She said nothing. When the hand came free, she reached down to her crotch but immediately heard an accelerating beep that she knew meant she had to get her ringed fingers away from her crotch or she would receive a small shock in seconds.

"I want to rub my coochy!" she almost screamed.

Timond instinctively reacted with sternness, "No." Then turning to see Carson's curly blond 9-year-old sitting on the floor watching them he snapped his fingers, "You... uh ... Kitty, up here. Clean up this cunt."

The little girl scrambled up to her feet and climbed up onto Ginger's table and stuck her face between the Ginger's legs. Ginger's immediate response was to try to clamp her legs together but the ropes held them apart. She reached down with her free hand to grab the girl's hair to protect the sensitive area.

"Ginger, display. Let her get the cum. You're a mess," Timond said untying her other hand. "Otherwise I put these back."

The 9-year-old bobbed her head quickly licking, then pushed her tongue in deeper.

"Oooh, please, stop." Ginger grabbed her head again. The little girl rose and looked at Timond. He was untying her ankles now.

"That's good, Kitty. Sit down on the floor with the other girls now." Timond pushed Ginger's knees up. "Does it hurt? Hold your knees and spread. Display your coochy." He tapped her thighs, "Display."

She spread a little. "Owwie. ... Uh, does it hurt? ... It was like ok for a while, kinda ... you know, ok but after awhile it got real ... really too much ... intense. And they just kept fucking... and fucking."

"Well, you came about three times, or more, at least that's what your collar indicated. But even when it doesn't feel especially good you have to let them have their go, ok? It's different than serving in the kennel. These boys are busy all day long and you're their reward and they're horny.

"It's really just like when you were fluffing and giving blowjobs and hand jobs, right? Usually their instructor or a leader will tell you who gets to use you, maybe who goes first, and most of the time it will only be one or a few, and you will usually have other girls there to help. It's generally the top scorers on a test or best performers. Sometimes a Brother will tell you what to do, but most of the time, you just do whatever the boys tell you." Timond pushed the knee close to him up and with his hand under her thigh, spread them to examine the outside of her vagina. "But today, it's anybody who wants and today you're the star girl. All the boys wanta show you they're the boss with the cock and you just gotta play the good bitch, Ginger."

"My coochy burns," she whined. "It's on fire."

Timond looked up, "It's pretty red but it's ok. We'll lube you up good. You, me, Katzy and probably a few of the other girls are going to go up to the Form 4 lounge now. It'll be kind of a party. The boys will give you treats. Just act nice, do what you're told and they'll like you. They'll all want to have you again, but I'm only going to let the boys who haven't fucked you yet. Then after they're finished, we'll go up to the dorm and you and I will take a nice hot bath together. Sound ok?"

Ginger opened her mouth with a frown, then thought better of complaining and just shrugged, looking down towards the floor submissively.

Timond looked to Katze who was sitting on floor in front of her table. "Katzy, come here." She came over and knelt in front of Timond but looked at Ginger. "Katzy, you keep Ginger's cunt clean and try to stay close to her when we go up to the Form 4 lounge. Ginger, you do the same for Katz. That's one of the things the boys, especially the younger ones will give you shit for. Drippy cum. I want the boys to like you so after you lick Katzy's pussy you tell the boy that just fucked her that it tastes really good and say thank you. You've done this sort of thing before when you were sucking but you're their fuck bitch now so I want you to be really respectful and extra appreciative. You're going to be the most popular girl for a few days. Ok?"

"Yeah, I guess," Ginger answered.

"Not, yeah, I guess," he reached down, took her hand and pulled her up to a sitting position. Putting his hand around the back of her neck he said, "Can be my respectful fuck bitch?"

She nodded her head, "Yes, sir," and looked down again.

"Ok, let's all have a talk now," Timond pointed to the floor in front of him. "Ginger, down." Then louder, "Everyone, I know you are all scheduled to be somewhere, and I don't want to make you too late, but I want you all here on the floor in front of me. I want to remind you of something."

The girls moved to sit around him kneeling on the floor, each kneeling respectfully. Ginger slid awkwardly to kneel next to Katze. One girl pushed on another next to her. "Move over. I need more room," she said as she spread her knees to display her sex.

"You don't have to display. I want you to sit a little closer because I want you to listen closely," Timond said to the girl who pulled her knees together and sidled up to the girl she had pushed. Timond pointed to a girl who was wearing a skirt. "But that doesn't mean you should disrespect me either. Get that skirt up." The girl looked down and rolled the hem of her skirt up over her lap to reveal her crotch. She tucked the skirt into its waistband a little and looking at Mr. Timond for approval, separated her knees just a few centimeters.

"Good." Timond looked around. A girl with long curly hair was staring at the girl who had just rolled up her skirt. "You," Timond said snapping his fingers and pointing to her. "I need you up here paying attention." He spread his legs, patted the inside of his thigh. Timond was still sitting on the table that Ginger had been tied to. The girl was naked and had wild bleached blond hair with dark roots that swirled around her head as if she had been in a wind. She looked about Ginger's age but had more breast development. She was not expecting to get singled out and looked a bit confused at first. Rising, she stepped through the girls to kneel in front of him. "I don't know you," he said as she knelt.

Looking up, "I'm Melinda, sir. The boys call me Melly. I'm from section D."

"Where's your place, bitch?" Timond said evenly.

"Well, on the end of your cock, sir, I guess," she shrugged.

"You guess? Don't they teach you your place in section D?" Timond said frowning and patting his thigh again.

"Uh, yes, sir," she said scooting forward closer to his cock and balls. She looked up inquiringly. "You want a blowjob?"

"I want my cock in your mouth because I want to know you are listening." He put his hand behind her neck. The girl leaned forward, gave each testicle a kiss and pulled his flaccid penis into her mouth. It tasted of Katze's pussy and the girl pulled back again sucking as the cock came out of her mouth. She looked up and swallowed, then looked down and fed it into her mouth again. Timond put his hand behind her head held her tightly to his crotch not letting her work it, only her mouth against himself.

Looking up, after a long pause he said, "Now this is what I want you to understand. You girls are all very lucky. You have been taken in by the Brotherhood and they have given you a home and taught you your place. Girls all over the world are not so fortunate compared to you. The world for them is a crazy place with no order, no expectation of security, no one they can really depend on to take care of them or teach them how to behave. The world outside of our community is a sad and messed up place, girls. But the Brothers have given you a home and a place. You need to understand that the boys you are learning to serve today will be the men who will manage your lives in the future. Some of them will become Brothers, very powerful Brothers. But this is very difficult to earn for only the most special of men.

"It all looks so easy to you. All you have to do is what you are told, and you get showered and fed and toileted and all the things the boys and the Brothers do for you everyday. And it so easy for you as long as you do what you are told. But the boys have a much more difficult life. They have to learn not just how to manage you but things that you would never understand like math and engineering and programming and complicated men stuff that you can't even begin to imagine, just so they can take care of you."

The girl at his crotch coughed into his pubic hair. He let go of her hair and slapped the back of her head slightly. "Swallow when you feel like gagging. Don't they teach you anything in Section D?"

She slightly nodded her head in agreement and made an obvious swallow. Timond looked up.

"They have to manage the technology that makes your life so easy and simple and secure. Satan would be very, very angry at them if they mess up, or if they let you mess up. You must remember that the boys are evaluated by how you act, what you say and even by what you think. You must be very, very careful and we must be very strict with you. Remember, you only have one job. What is that?" Timond waited for a response.

"Suck cock?" said one girl.

Melinda pushed back from his cock, and holding it's base in her hand, released it from her mouth, "And fuck," she added. Timond pushed her head back onto his limp member and looked at Ginger as he patted the back of Melinda's head.

Ginger looked up from the back of Melinda's head and she made eye contact with Timond. There was a few seconds of silence, then she said, "Do exactly what we are told to do, sir."

Timond gave a nod. "Exactly, Ginger," Timond pushed his fingers into the thick blond hair of the girl at his crotch. It felt good to have her head in his hands and his cock in her wet mouth. "Just like this girl here," he said patting her head, "and just like you did today, Ginger. Do just what you are told to do," he said loudly to all, "and that will make the Brothers happy, and if the Brothers are happy then Satan will be happy. That's really your only job. Your job is simple but theirs is difficult. That's why you should say thank you and show your appreciation to every boy who helps train you and every man who uses you. Especially if he gives you a gift of semen. And I didn't hear that today when the boys and Brother Pike were leaving.

"I heard some complaints. I heard some fussing and whining. What I should be hearing is appreciation even when they are telling you to do something difficult or uncomfortable. Remember, it is the man's desire that is important, not your own comfort."

The girl at Timond's crotch coughed again. He looked down, "Are you swallowing, sweety?"

The girl nodded a little in response, and looked up with her eyes. "Just like Melinda, if you can take a little more cock and make the man happy, it's just shows appreciation."

"There are times when you just want to hold back, or be left alone, or take care of yourself. But a good bitch focuses on only one thing, the needs of the cock in front of her." Timond put his hand on the top of the girl's head who was fellating him and pushed it back and down so the girls could see his wet, straight erection over her head. His testicle sac clung tightly to the base penis. It was a nice hard woody that gave him confidence in front of these young girls.

"You must give yourself completely to the cock. You must serve the cock's every need. Every drop that comes from the cock must be honored. You must worship it with every part of your body and soul." Timond stopped talking and watched each girl. Their eyes were glued to his penis. Several girls' mouths were open in what seemed to be awe. It felt huge and magnificent to him at that moment.

After a few dramatic seconds, the silence was suddenly interrupted by the building computer network, "Attention, Mr. Timond. Brother Kogut wishes the message relayed that Bitch Shonda should report to Brother Kogut in Form 2 immediately."

"Bael, acknowledge. Ok, we need to get everyone where they should be. But before we go, I want to know, who will love and obey every cock? Raise your hands. Who?" Hands shot up. Ginger's was a little slower but with her eyes on his penis she put her hand up and mouthed the word "yes". Now every girl's hand had committed her. "Ok. Good. Good bitches. Now everyone pray. Face to the floor arms out in front of you, towards my cock." Timond watched as they positioned themselves each down on curled knees, face kissing the floor and arms stretched out over their heads towards him. "Make room if you need to."

"Good now, one at a time, come up and show respect, and I will tell you where to go. If you need an escort, let me know." Timond reached down pulled Melinda's head up by the hair. He took her head with both hands to look into her eyes. "Where's your place, bitch?"

"At the end of your cock, sir."

"Good. Bael, where does Melly go?"

"Bitch Melinda should proceed to the Form 4 lounge now," the computer network answered.

Timond stood. "Melinda, Ginger and Katze, sit here," he said pointing to the floor at his right.

"Shonda, come up and show respect."

The girl pushed herself up and picked her way between the closely kneeling other girls. The 10-year-old approached him dutifully keeping her eyes on his naked crotch. She was a serious girl, rarely looking anyone in the eye, with thin arms but shaping up for puberty. Kneeling down in front of him, she tossed her head and throwing her long brown hair back behind her shoulders, she gave each testicle a loud kiss and delicately took the tip of his cock in her fingers to give it another. Then she reached around his legs with both arms and hugged Timond's thighs. Almost tearfully she said, "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. Thank you for taking care of us and thank you for teaching us."

Timond petted her hair with one hand. "Ok. Go now. Form 2. Find the Brother. Help him teach the little ones to respect cock." The girl nodded and jumped up. With her eyes still down, she left through the sliding doorway.

One at a time, Timond pointed to each girl who, in her turn, knelt in front of him to give him the traditional cock and ball kissing to demonstrate their role. Not to be outdone by the previous kisser, each also hugged his legs and expressed their most earnest gratitude. One girl even kissed the side of his hip to she him that if she could, she would gladly kiss his ass. Each girl was directed to their next assignment until the only girls left were those whose duty were to service the boys in the Form 4 lounge, Ginger, Jilly, Kitty, Katze, Melinda and Sabrina. Sabrina reached over and touched Timond's leg as he watched the last girl leave. "Mr. Timond, Mr. Rowdy said he wanted to fuck me. Is it ok if I take care of him when we get to the lounge?" Timond looked down and saw that she was smugly smiling. He knew that she was happy to be excused from both the gym and kennel duty for the afternoon. The boy's lounges were always preferable to both of those assignments.

"I don't know, Sabrina. You can ask him. He might want you or Katze or someone else. That's up to him. Why don't you and the other girls go up and see if anyone's there? Except for Ginger and Katzi," he said looking down at Ginger. "I want to talk to them privately."

Sabrina, Jilly, Melinda and Kitty jumped up and started for the door giggling. "Girls! Stop!" Timond called out. The girls turned and froze looking him. "You forgot something." The girls scurried back and took quick turns kissing his genitals and loudly announced, "Thank you, Mr. Timond." Then Sabrina and Melinda grabbed each other's hands and led the way out the door giggling again. "If no one is there yet, get yourselves prettied up," Timond called after them before the door closed. "And no chatting!" he yelled at the closed doorway.

Timond sat back down on the table and looked down at Ginger.

"My tummy hurts," she said pressing in just below her navel. "Feels like somebody punched me."

"That's probably your cervix. The boys go deeper than a dog cause they don't knot up, you know. So your cervix gets a little banged up. You'll get used to it." He reached down and took her hand to pull her up and onto his lap. "You can do this kid. You gotta get some practice so you're ready for the older boys and the Brothers." She said nothing and looked at the floor.

Katze scooted a little closer and held one of Ginger's dangling legs. "It hurt for a day or so when they started doing me, but it goes away. And it's fun sometimes, Ginger. You'll see."

"Make them feel like you want their cum," he said putting his hand under her chin, raising her head so she looked at him, "like you love it and you can't get enough."

"Yes, sir."

Timond looked down at Katze.

"Yes, sir," Katze looking up at him with big eyes chimed in.

"Bael, deliver fresh camisoles for the bitches serving the Form 4 lounge," Timond commanded the computer.

"Acknowledged."

"Good, Bael, make the camisoles pink and no panties." Timond pulled a black marker on a string from his pocket and slipped the string over Ginger's head to hang around her neck. "You're going to need this."

"What for?" Ginger looked curiously at Timond.

"It's a tradition," Timond replied. "Don't ask so many questions. The boys will know what it's for."

Katze stood up and reached out her hand to Ginger. "It's a stupid tradition. I'll explain on the way."

"Katzi, that's enough," Timond said sharply.

Ginger stood for the first time since she had been tied to the table. She was wobbly but aside from biting her lip, she showed no resistance. Katze took Ginger's arm then intertwined her fingers into her hand. But before they turned Timond stepped over and took Ginger's chin pulling his face to look at his. "Remember. Don't hold back. Milk those cocks with your pussy and make your ass a bucket of cum. Understand?" Ginger nodded at Timond and he smoothed her hair in back. They walked out of the opening door.

"Bael, clean this room." As soon as Timond said this a small, flat bot emerged from a little door in the corner and began scooping up strewn ropes and clothing.

Timond was idly watching the robot whiz erratically around the room collecting and cleaning, thinking about what else he should add to his report to Brother Samuel when the door slid open again and two small girls raced into the room giggling. They immediately slid to a halt looking at Timond when they realized everyone else was gone.

"Sorry sir," said one and they both looked down. But hearing the robot's whizzing noise one looked to the side. Suddenly alarmed she jumped for the robot. The 8-year-old girl that Bastono had handled reached for her shirt and skirt but the robot was faster. "Mr. Timond!" Timond waved his fingers to her to come. The naked Form 3 girl walked over to Timond and he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Where have you been?" Timond growled.

"Mr. Bastono toileted us, sir," the girl stared at his crotch.

"That was a long toilet," Timond said dubiously, "And I didn't know you had left the room."

"Well, uh ... we had to lotion each other too, sir. Sorry." She followed the apology with three quick kisses to his crotch and dropped to the floor in a tight pray position. The other girl looked down at kneeling tightly figure on the floor who had her arms stretched toward the young man and decided this was a good idea, so she followed suit. Now they were both naked on the floor waiting for ... Timond wasn't really certain. He looked at their oily backs and asses for a few seconds.

He put his foot on Rosie's back. "Bael, where does this fluffer go now?"

From more than a dozen hidden microphones the building network software interpreted the question and converted it to computer comprehensible instructions. From one of its many hidden cameras the network software discerned which girl Timond referred to as clarified by his hand. Reviewing the previous few seconds of video, the software used facial identification to decide to which girl the question referred then looked up the automated schedule it had proscribed to answer the interrogatory. Then it waited some humanly acceptable period of time, a little over a second and provided the information.

"Fluffer Rosie is scheduled to serve the Lounge cove 1 when this training session is complete."

"Bael, send clothes for fluffer Rosie to the Lounge dressing room."

The instruction was too vague and too many variables placed the resulting choices outside of routine parameters. The program settled on a clarifying inquiry.

"Which clothes should be provided for fluffer Rosie?"

"Bael, I don't care which clothes. Bael, ask her primary handler or choose the clothes standard for a Lounge fluffer."

Rosie tugged on his pants leg, "Mr. Timond, can I wear my - I suck cock shirt?"

"Bael, bring fluffer Rosie her - I - suck - cock - shirt to the Lounge dressing room."

The choice was neither color nor style and had left the early predictive list still too unrestricted for routine selection. The software then resorted to a historical search on "I, suck, cock, shirt" and found several recent matches. Now the software did a graphic analysis on those matches to correlate a probable choice. Finally searching the record of stored clothing that fluffer Rosie was allowed to access returned a storage closet containing a shirt with the words "I suck cock". The software then waited a comfortable human response time of a little over a second.

"Acknowledged."

Timond kicked her a little on her butt. "Get up Rosie. Now go up to the Lounge dressing room, put your shirt on and be a good fluffer, ok?" Rosie scurried towards the door. As she approached the opening door Timond added, "Go suck some cock."

The little naked 8-year-old turned to smile and say. "I would like to suck yours, Mr. Timond." The door slide closed behind her.

Timond looked down at the little naked girl at his feet. "Bael, where does this one go?"

After some clarification, Timond was told she was also Form 3, but seemed to have no assignment and her primary handler was "inaccessible".

"Come on. Let's go see what's happening in the Form 4. Maybe you can help. You can earn a cock sucking t-shirt too, maybe." Timond took her hand and they left the room.

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by Alexander Martin