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: Timond
introduces Ginger to another very important service in the "Lounge",
Novum's pleasure palace on the 7th floor, where every girl is there
to serve any man's desire.
#2326 Day
29: 14:20 in Novum school floor 7, Introduction to the Lounge
The elevator door came
open to a very large space, too big to be called a room. 11 year old
Ginger was wearing a light yellow skirt, a top that draped over her
small boobs loosely, and no shoes. Mr. Timond was wearing his black
leathers. Emerging from the elevator Ginger saw what looked from her
limited experience to be a bar. It was not your typical bar of
course, because in this weird place, nothing was typical. This was
the second time she was in this notorious place called the
Lounge, but she didn't remember much from that first night. Now
she had a chance to actually look around. The bar, a large circler
island, was centered on a small stage that was enclosed in glass
above the bottles of liquor. The glass enclosure made it look like a
female aquarium or whatever you would call a glass room with with
girls dancing in it. There were men sitting, with women and girls
attending them, along the long circler counter below the stage in
various states of dress engaged in various activities. Some were
just talking like you would see in any other bar, except that a few
of the conversations were between men and, what looked to Ginger to
be, pretty young girls. Some of the men were watching the dancers,
others were watching the large screens above the dancers that
displayed a strange variety of activities. Probably the majority of
those men were crouched over a drink and being orally serviced by a
woman or teen or even a small girl. A man with his back to Ginger
had a small girl in front of him perched awkwardly on the edge of
the bar with her white skirt up, knees held high and the man's face
in her crotch. The little girl was giggling but the man looked
serious in his oral work. There was woman with large, bared breasts
between his legs rapidly pumping his cock holding it's tip in her
mouth. The little scene seemed particularly jolting to Ginger, but
no one else in the room seemed to notice, involved in their own
little scenes.
Ginger simply could
not take it all in so suddenly partly because every time she saw a
girl or teen engaged in some kind of service, sexual or otherwise,
she had to project herself. This is what Mr. Timond had explained to
her, that this is where she would "work". Now that she was
a real "fuck bitch" when she wasn't in the gym or serving
in the kennels
servicing dogs, or in one of the boy's lounges servicing them or in
some Form 5
boy's room servicing him or serving at a Brother's in their
triclinium parties, or servicing Bucky her dog, this is where she
would "work" servicing anyone who wanted her, servicing
... what did Mr. Timond call them? ... Jacks? ... Johns! Servicing
Johns. When he first explained that, she thought they all had the
same name. Maybe when you service random men, they kind of are all
the same. Service. But the other girls, Sabrina who seemed so
worldly and Selina who seemed to know everything called them
patrons. Ginger decided she liked johns better because it sounded
more ... more exciting.
Mr. Timond waited,
letting her take the large room in. They looked over a huge space,
which opened onto other spaces on it's periphery. Ginger could see
from their current angle into a couple of those other spaces, called
coves, there were more people in them and other things happening.
Though it was partially hidden from where they stood there was
another stage, much larger than the small one above the island bar
that was at the opposite end of the giant room. That larger stage
had what appeared to be teenage girls on it and at tables that
dotted the space in front of the larger stage was an audience of men
and their attendant females, a seeming maze of activity that was
difficult to discern.
Finally Timond spoke.
"When you start, you'll just bring drinks from the bar or food
from the kitchen to anyone who orders it like that girl," Mr.
Timond explained pointing to one of the girl's coming away from the
bar. A small light was flashing on one side of her collar.
She held three glasses on a tray with both hands and as the girl
turned the light moved until it was under her chin. "See her
collar tells her where to go."
"How? She can't
see it can she ... sir?" Ginger watched her thread her way
around the bar and through tables. The flashing became faster until
she stopped at a table with a small light at its center with a man
and woman. When the girl sat the tray on the table, the man said
something to her. At first Ginger thought the man was thanking her,
but then the girl ducked under the table between the man's legs.
Ginger couldn't see what the girl was doing but, from her
experience, she could guess. The woman laughed at something the man
said to her and then ran her hands through his thin, grayish hair.
Then she leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.
"Her collar was
vibrating where the light was flashing. So you just turn until the
vibration is in front of you and follow it. It's easy. As you get
closer you can see the light on the table, or wherever you're
supposed to go, and it will be flashing the same. As you get closer
it will flash faster and your collar will vibrate the same
frequency. Like I said, it's easy. A dog could do it."
Ginger looked up at
Mr. Timond, "So why don't they use dogs?" Mr. Timond gave
her a frown and said nothing. "Serious, why don't they use
service bots like most restaurants, sir?"
"Ok, is this
going to be twenty questions? I really don't mind you asking
questions tonight, if it's something you really need to know. How
she knows where to go was a good question. But don't ask stupid
questions."
"I thought there
were no stupid questions," Ginger looked around.
"Yeah, well, that
was before you were a fuck
bitch. Now shut up, and follow me."
They went around the
island of the bar and walked toward what Ginger had been looking
into before and knew was called a cove.
The cove hollowed in big steps descending down. "Sometimes the
coves are flat, if there is a display or a stage or maybe there's
not many girls in it, the cove will be flat like a regular room.
Like the first time you were here, right? Remember when I displayed
you? I put you in a cove all by yourself for more than an hour. That
was an honor, Ging. For both of us."
Ginger did remember,
sort of. That night, he called it a
celebration and she was an important attraction, strapped in a
frame above a plunging dildo that fucked into her vagina and went
faster if anyone approached. Hanging there, she had to be quiet to
make Mr. Timond proud. He told her she was the best bitch he had
ever trained that night.
"But usually they
are pits
like this. When you're not serving you sit down in there with the
other girls and look sexy. I want you to look like you want a cock
and I want you to remember something important. That is there are
cameras everywhere, and even when you don't see anybody around,
there are always men watching you. Sometimes I'll even check on you,
but there is always someone and they want to see sexy."
She looked down in the
pit with consecutively lower rings to sit on and a small stage like
center space. Each level down got wider and dropped deeper. It was
kind of like an upside down cone and each level was a bench where
girls would wait, lounging around, playing games, doing each other's
hair, putting lotion on each other, watching videos on little
tablets, or getting used for sex. At this moment Ginger could see it
was not very busy and the few girls there seemed lackadaisical. When
they weren't getting used, Timond knew it was pretty boring. Ginger
knew from experience sometimes they were "displayed" in
the center, Mr. Timond said, "like works of art". What Mr.
Timond didn't tell her was that there are very tiny cameras and
microphones almost everywhere. The images and sounds captured in
this thorough coverage were recorded and streamed to subscribers all
over the outside world that the Brotherhood referred to as "Chaos".
So to Timond, he was surveying one of the Brotherhood's tools for
using it's chattel to offer pleasure to its members and associates
here and far beyond.
What was difficult for
even Timond to understand was that this inexhaustible and plentiful
source of pornography provided the Brotherhood a lucrative income in
earlier decades and had contributed to the Denali
Brotherhood immense economic power. That generous and steady
cash flow was invested primarily in the development of quantum
computing, a position that Wilbur
Sansferd Proddom would most likely have endorsed. This
insightful investment now in the present had blessed the Brotherhood
with the ability to negate almost all encryption and had led to the
clandestine control of world money exchanges, Bitcoin, unbounded
wealth and unbounded access to the world's information flow. What
Timond and his little strawberry blond trainee were looking at, was
the key to the incipient subjugation of humanity through the reins
of lust and greed, an endeavor that Wilbur Sansferd Proddom
definitely would not have endorsed. Now with virtually unlimited
financial resources it's most important function was to locate and
recruit new aspiring men to become Brothers and to entice an
inexhaustible supply of future female chattel to be "liberated".
But for now Timond's
immediate concern was the introduction of one new worker bee to the
honey-filled hive called the Lounge.
Mr. Timond choose a
small table on a balcony elevated up high above one of the coves, so
they could not only look down into the cove which had a few teenage
girls and some younger fluffers but also they could see more of the
huge room beyond. Mr. Timond sat down on the bench that V-ed behind
the table and Ginger knelt beside him on the floor and watched the
girls down in the cove. They were just sitting. One girl clothed in
a loose, pink gown was sitting below another girl in a black
mini-skirt and black see-through top who was doing the hair of the
girl in the gown. A third wearing red panties, a red lacey bra, red
high heels and black stockings sat next to the pink gowned girl with
her chin on the hair dressers leg. They looked almost sweetly
innocent except that all three had collars glowing on the bottoms
reddish pink, which Ginger knew meant that they were available for
any kind of sexual service to anyone.
Talking nowhere in
particular Mr. Timond said, "Bael, bring me a sinaka drink and
bring a bitch special for the girl. The light on the table came on
in a very slow pulse. Mr. Timond must have heard something in his
earpiece because he answered, "No. Surprise me."
Mr. Timond pointed to
a large red and green doorway that could be seen behind the bar,
"That's the kitchen." Ginger could just see through
doorway, and, though some kind of light curtain or something made it
kind of hard to see details, she could see a few girls, mostly
pretty and small, standing at a counter. "Fluffers," she
thought to herself, "like I used to be. Now they're going to
fuck me."
"You'll hear the
kitchen call you when they need you to deliver something," Mr.
Timond said as he turned and pointed the other way, "or the bar
will call you... or one of the men here will call you for service.
You won't have to worry about that tomorrow. You'll be wearing all
blue and that means they can't use you at all, so you can get a
chance to learn the job. It's harder than it looks... I'm told. I
don't know, I've never done it."
Ginger looked around
the room. She could see several booths where men were talking to
each other, and a woman or a girl, sometimes two, were standing next
to them or sitting at their feet. In several of instances the
females were giving the men blowjobs. At one rather large booth
there were at least 5 men sitting at a table with girls between
their legs servicing them, and Ginger could see a 6th man
had a teenage girl or a young woman laid across the table banging
her from behind. The girl was trying to hold on to the table from
one side but the fucking was knocking her around. Mr. Timond looked
at where she was watching so intently and smiling said, "Dessert."
In
less than a minute a naked boy carrying a tray of drinks came across
the room. He was wearing a collar just like the girls and heading
towards them. Ginger was shocked. Mr. Timond shook his head,
"Sometimes I think that computer system has a sense of humor."
The boy, a little
older than herself, Ginger judged, sat the drinks down on the table.
His penis was stiffly erect and wiggled when he walked. He said to
Timond, "Will there be anything else, sir?"
"No," Mr.
Timond answered.
"What do you mean
'sense of humor', sir?" Ginger asked as Mr. Timond handed her a
bright red colored iced drink.
Mr. Timond tasted his,
then said, "The system asked if I had a preference of
deliverers and I said no, 'surprise me', and it sent that tran."
"Tran? You mean
that boy? Did you have to do what he's doing, sir?"
Mr. Timond shook his
head, "No, I never got into that much trouble. He did something
pretty bad to get that punishment."
"You never got in
trouble ... sir?" Ginger looked at him.
"Not that much
trouble, ... like seriously injure someone, ... or burn down a
building, or let a bitch sit in chairs, or steal something big, or
let a bitch read something, ... or murder somebody or something else
serious. It's called 'getting bitched out' and it's one of the worst
punishments they do to boys in the commune." Mr. Timond put his
hand on her shoulder, "You don't have to worry about him
though. Boys that are bitched out can't fuck bitches cause it's like
they are bitches. If he fucks you or fucks up in some other serious
way, they will make it permanent."
"Permanent?"
"They will
transex him. Change his gender. Turn him into a real bitch.
Permanently." Mr. Timond thought for a second and looked down
at her, "Remember that cow, Ivy you've seen around? Well, she's
a tran. She used to be a boy. His name was Ivan. When she was a boy,
she did something weird, really bad. Nobody says exactly what, but
it had something to do with a bitch. Her father was an important
Brother. Somehow, when she was a teenage boy, she got mixed up in a
bad way with a bitch. I don't know what happened. Somebody said he
taught her something or told her some big secret or something. Only
a Brother would know the whole story. But the story everybody knows
is that one day Ivan was taken away by some Brothers and eight
months later we got a new Bitch named Ivy. Everybody knew who she
was but the weirdest thing about the story was that even though Ivy
was young, like 17, she was already a cow, an infertile cow."
"In fertile?"
"It means she
couldn't get bred. Most bitches get to be mares first, then when
they're not used for breeding anymore they become cows. It's strange
because she worked in the nursery feeding with those big tits of
hers," Mr. Timond shook his head.
"But Ivy looks
pregnant. I mean she's got a really big stomach, I thought she was
pregnant. You mean she's just fat?" Ginger looked at him
confused.
"No, she is
pregnant." Timond shook his head and smiled at her.
"What? You said
she couldn't get pregnant?" Now Ginger was frowning. Mr. Timond
had never lied to her before. She wondered if he was making fun of
her. "You're lying to me. Are you just making fun of me?"
"You don't
believe me?" Timond looked at first offended, then annoyed, "I
Said she couldn't get Bred. She wasn't. They have some weird
technology. The Brothers, they are like ... mad scientists. Brother
Victor did a lecture on it. He's my science teacher. Before they
change the sex, they make them fat, so they have a big stomach. Then
they move some of the fat to their breasts, so they have tits. And
they start pumping them full of hormones and they cut them. I mean
cut their cocks off, see. And here's the thing. They uh ... harvest
an egg, a zygote actually after a filly has been bred, then they
implant the zygote into the trans fat stomach, and baboom! He's ...
she's ... it's pregnant." Timond was obviously impressed, not
only with Brotherhood genius but with his own knowledge.
"It means the
filly's body and cunt doesn't get all stretched out the way breeder
mares do, and the tran has a use, a functional use, Brother Victor
called it. She serves the Brotherhood." Timond shook his head
again. "Anyway I don't want be a ... trans pregger. It makes a
guy more careful. Everybody gets in trouble once in a while but I
like having a cock."
"Yeah, I bet you
do," she said with a half smile. Mr. Timond looked at her
sharply. She added as if trying to finish her sentence. "Sir."
Then partly to distract Mr. Timond from his annoyance Ginger
pointed to boy serving drinks. He was standing next to a man at the
bar who was whispering into the boy's ear and fondling his cock so
that now the boy had an erection. She asked, "So, does he get
... you know used? Fucked and stuff?"
"For sure. Some
guys like that, you know, playing with a boy? Look. And he's just
like you, he has to be a good bitch and do what he's told." He
looked at her, "but it doesn't interest me. The Reverend Sendd
does special training with bitched out boys and has a team of men
that like to assist him. I don't know what's involved but I bet he
prefers delivering drinks." Timond paused. "Or maybe not,
I don't know, but I don't want to find out."
On the opposite side
of the room from the elevator was a stage. Below the stage five
females were on dildo-rod displays with their feet spread wide and
their arms behind their heads. Ginger looked closely. It looked like
their arms were bound at the wrists behind their head. It reminded
her of her first night in this place. It must have been in one of
the coves, little open pits like the one they sat above that ringed
the great open area. Mr. Timond had displayed her on a similar
dildo-rod stand, but unlike these girls' hers moved up and down. It
proved to be the most difficult night of her life, that she could
remember. Seeing them made her uncomfortable.
"Will I have to
do that, sir?" she asked looking at the women and girls on
display.
"No, probably
not. Those are usually bitches that will be traded off later
tonight. Drink your drink." Mr. Timond said looking down at the
girls in his cove.
"Sir, will you
trade me?" Ginger looked up at him.
"No, but that is
not a question about you working here. Remember what I said?"
He looked down at her, "Now drink your drink. It'll help you
relax and be more ... receptive. You're new here so if the regulars
start noticing you, you're going to get really popular. Everybody's
going to want to fuck you. Drink."
She looked down and
started sipping. Ginger had mixed feelings about "everybody
fucking her". Fucking was fun sometimes. Other times fucking
hurt when their cocks were to big, especially the men. Other times
men, especially the boys, were mean and threw her around, and made
her gag with "face fucking". She hated face fucking. Which
reminded her, looking up, "I'm hungry, sir."
"Later," he
shook his head, "Nothing in your stomach except bitch special.
Drink."
Ginger was experienced
enough now to know what that meant. Face fucking. She looked at the
stage and took a swallow of her drink. She could see in another
booth above the next cove an older girl, probably late teenage or
early twenties, sitting astride the lap of a young man. The girl was
bouncing up and down trying to get the man to cum but she looked
like she was having a good time. Ginger thought it fun when she did
that with Mr. Timond and the other boys. But yesterday, when she had
to sit on Brother Samuel's cock in his office, that was hard work.
His really big penis burned. Ginger considered dicks. Big dicks are
nice to suck, but difficult work to fuck. She took another drink.
Timond's gaze followed
a young girl delivering drinks to a table close to the stage. He
clicked his tongue, "Bael, summon the bitch delivering drinks
near the stage." At this, the black table in front of him
changed.
"Mr. Timond, do
you refer to this one?" Ginger could hear the building computer
system's voice coming from the table and saw Mr. Timond staring down
at it. Out of curiosity she stood up and saw the black table had
turned into a screen and a young girl about her own age was had a
red aura around her.
"Yes," Mr.
Timond answered, "If she's not already requested, bring her
here." The table light went on and slowly pulsed again. Ginger
could see even from the long distance the girl's collar begin to
flash at the same time. As she was sitting the drinks down on the
table she looked up towards Mr. Timond. Ginger knelt back down on
the floor, picked up her glass and put her hand on Mr. Timond's leg.
Mr. Timond looked down
at Ginger. She took another sip from her glass. "Do you like
it?" he asked.
She shrugged, "It's
ok. I don't feel anything if that's what you mean."
"Drink it all,"
was all he said and he watched the other girl approach as Ginger
took another drink. She heard someone coughing and gagging and
looked down in the cove below when the teens had been lounging.
Ginger realized that a large man with a big belly had joined the
girls and one of the girls was now servicing him. The man had hold
of her ears and was vigorously fucking the young teen's face.
When the girl Timond
had summoned arrived she spoke first, "Do you need anything?"
She didn't smile but she bit her lip a little.
"You," Mr.
Timond answered tersely and patted his lap. She was wearing her
brown hair in a ponytail wrapped in a green band and a thin green
camisole that was so light it was somewhat see-through. She turned
around and scooted back onto his lap as if afraid of her dress
slipping up. Ginger guessed she was only a little older than herself
and from her vantage point could see the girl was not wearing
panties. Ginger considered whether she was a lousy bitch who hadn't
earned much or perhaps she had discarded them for convenience. She
was not wearing shoes either. Ginger looked down envious of her red
toe nails, thinking she would ask Mr. Timond about painting her toe
nails. The girl slipped one arm behind Timond's neck and hooked her
hands together. "What's your name?" Timond asked, pushing
the front of her dress apart a little to check out her breasts.
"Missy," she
answered flashing a half smile for a second and straightening up so
her chest stuck out a little more. Suddenly she looked distracted.
At the next table
over, the man put down his drink and pushed the table a way a bit.
The large room was not well lit, and Ginger and Timond saw for the
first time there was a woman under the table with dark black hair
and brown skin sucking on the man's very erect penis. The man stood
up and helped the woman get up. She was twenty something with pointy
breasts. The man pushed her towards a railing that looked over the
cove. The woman bent over the railing holding it tightly with her
hands while the man pulled her underwear off and the pushed her legs
apart. With little ceremony, he pushed his cock into her pussy from
behind and holding her hips began to fuck her watching the action
below them in the cove.
All three at Timond's
table watched the events unfold quietly for a few minutes then as if
making small talk said to Missy, "How has your day been?"
The girl nodded a
little, "Ok."
"Fuck much
today?" Mr. Timond smiled, pleased with himself.
She only nodded
affirmatively. Mr. Timond touched her collar, "Bael, how many
men did this bitch fuck today?"
The table answered,
"Bitch Missy had some type of sexual intercourse with
approximately eight males since midnight. Seven of those
interactions were in the Novum Lounge."
"Busy girl.
'Missy' is a pretty name."
Ginger wondered if he
was going to fuck her or talk her to death, and if so, where?
Mr. Timond stuck his
tongue just slightly out of his mouth so both girls could see, then
dropped it back in immediately. The girl leaned forward opened her
mouth onto his for a long kiss. Ginger watched with a little
longing. She didn't like kissing every one, but she liked kissing
Mr. Timond. They had spent some time practicing everyday and it was
one of her favorite things to do, especially before he put her down
at night. He would usually let her lay on his bed when he fucked her
and they would kiss and play before he stuck it in. That was fun.
Mr. Timond was
obviously fucking her mouth with his tongue, but the girl backed off
a little, and with a slight smile brushed his lips to hers. Then she
ran her hands through his short hair and kissed him very lightly,
breathing across his mouth. She buried her mouth in his neck and
sucked and licked. Then back up to fuck his mouth with her tongue.
Mr. Timond slipped his
hand between her legs and pushed them apart. Feeling her pussy,
sticking a finger in, he said, "Good." Ginger assumed this
meant she was wet, whether from desire or more likely from use.
She backed off again
and asked, "May I play with your dick, please?"
"Yehhh," Mr.
Timond answered.
The girl slid down
between his legs and grabbed the pair of zippers on his leather
pants and after a clumsy moment, pulled off the panel. She looked
over at Ginger and gave a little smile and licked her lips while
carefully caressing his cock. Looking back at it, she began to pump
it lovingly. For being so emotionally flat at the beginning, she
seemed really engaged now. Mr. Timond reached down and pulled her
dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was wearing
nothing underneath and Ginger saw the girl's tits were larger than
her own. Mr. Timond reached down and started playing with them right
away. Ginger knew he loved titties of every size, shape, texture and
variety. He reached under her arm and pulled her up to sit on his
lap again. On her way up the girl leaned over and took his whole
cock into her mouth, sucking and wetting it as she pulled off. Then
she popped up into his lap. He immediately bent in to suck and chew
on a tit. The Missy breathed loud enough for Ginger to hear. Mr.
Timond went back and forth for awhile as if he could not figure out
which one he liked better, while the girl pumped his cock between
them, occasionally wetting her hand with her spit.
Finally he pushed
Missy back and said, "Show me some more of your cock sucking.
Ginger, give Missy a hand, ... or rather a mouth, and suck my
balls."
Missy looked at her as
she perched on her knees and gave her a big closed mouth smile to
signal they would collaborate on this cumming. It was awkward for
Ginger crammed under one of Timond's legs, but Missy stayed out of
her way and used her hand and mouth to give what Ginger knew was a
really good blowjob.
Ginger got up to try
to reposition herself. Timond was sitting back and watching what was
going on around him. The man in the cove now had a different girl up
on the table with her legs spread wide and high, banging her pussy.
The man with the woman was still watching but had upped his pace,
and appeared to Ginger to be looking to cum. Up on the stage a small
boy whom Ginger judged to be only 7 years old or so was leading a
Great Dane and a large breasted woman both on leashes to the stage's
center. There was a smattering of applause around the tables in
front of the stage. The boy had a very long whip in his hand and
began orchestrating some performance of the woman and the dog. At
the boys command the dog lay down and the woman approached the dog's
belly in an attempt to suck the dog's cock. Ginger could see where
this was going. This place Mr. Timond called the Lounge was like a
sex circus. "Back to work, bitch," Timond looked down at
Ginger and she dropped her head under his crotch again, trying to
get all his balls in her mouth.
Timond enjoyed the
oral ministrations of the two girls for sometime. He watched the
performance on the stage as the Great Dane was serviced by the
woman. The dog's dick was so large and long it could be seen even
from the distance of Timond's table. Eventually the boy had the
woman assume a bitch position and the Dane availed himself of her
vagina. Ginger kept coming up from her task to see what was
happening. She was oddly interested in the 'performance', but each
time Timond would redirect her back to his testicles.
After a time he pushed
Ginger out of the way and said, "Watch and learn little bitch.
Bael,
lower the seat back." The back of the bench slowly tipped back
to become a level surface. He gently laid Missy back on to the now
flat, wide bench and pushed her right leg up closer to her stomach
and slid in under her right leg over her left. Timond liked this
position, especially when fucking in a public space, for several
reasons but right now he wanted his bitch in training to practice
fluffing in public. Ginger watched Timond fingered Missy's pussy to
assess its lubrication. Satisfied with its wetness he wrapped his
left arm around her neck and shoulders and with his right hand, he
positioned his cock at the cunt's entrance. Ginger always noticed
that Timond like to watch his bitches' faces as he first fucked his
cock in. Once it was started he held her face to lick and fucked her
at the same time.
Timond looked down at
Ginger who was watching his cock fuck in and out of the girl.
"Ginger, come up here and fluff her for me. I want to watch you
suck her little titties." Ginger looked around to see if anyone
was watching. Most seemed uninterested, as if this were an everyday
happening but there was an older man with a grey beard on the
opposite side of the bar who was watching. She didn't know why, but
she liked this. Watching Ginger's behavior, Timond said, "Bael,
attend us with a spotlight please." As soon as he said this, a
light shot from high above them, pointed directly at them. Ginger
looked around and now there were other people watching them. "Come
on Ginger," Timond said, "Suck this bitches' titties for
me." Ginger looked at him, then climbed up in front of them
onto the bench, put her mouth over one of Missy's titties and began
to suckle and used a hand to tickle and twist the other. It was
important for Timond that he train his little bitch to perform as
expected even when other's were watching. And even with a small
spotlight on them, she seemed to take to this readily, attending
only to her obedience. He was certain, even though she was only 11
years old, he was training one fine bitch that he could be proud of.
Ginger worked on one
titty with her mouth and the other with her hand, rolling it between
her fingers. She could tell from Missy's breathing that everything
Timond and she were doing to Missy was sending the girl somewhere
else. The girl's collar
was pulsing pink. Ginger relished giving her pleasure. In a few
minutes she moved up and began to kiss the other girl on the lips,
not softly as Missy had done but rather fucking the girl's mouth
with her tongue at the same time Mr. Timond was fucking her with his
cocky and forcing little noises from her.
Everything about
Ginger's behavior seemed to indicate she liked the attention of
others. This was a special quality in a fine fuck bitch. And Mr.
Timond was getting more heated now. He was ramming Missy's cunt hard
enough that his cock ring was frequently hitting or coming close to
her clit ring and he could see wetness under the girl's collar. He
seemed to really like watching Ginger kiss and sexually maul Missy.
Ginger now had her hand down on the other girl's pussy working on
her clitoris. Ginger liked the feel of her man's cock pounding into
the pussy under her fingers. What's more, the ring on Ginger's
finger touched the ring Missy's clitoris and occasionally both girls
could slight momentary wetness against the skin under their collar's
which gave them a brief warmth and feeling of hunger, a hunger not
in the stomach, but lower in the crotch to be filled with much more
than food, a hunger for sex. What made it even better was that both
girls were getting the sensation of the drugs from their collars at
the same time. Timond understood, and Ginger began to sense, that
wetness was simultaneous.
Missy's eyes were
closed, but Ginger saw Timond looking at her. "You want to get
fucked too, Ginger?" he asked as he still rammed the girl
between them.
"Yes,"
Ginger's voice was soft and breathy.
"Good. If you're
a good sexy bitch and show the men you want it, this is even more
fun the Form lounges. Men here really know how to make you beg for
it." Timond pulled back and stopped for a second. "What do
you want, Missy?"
"oooh," she
whined, "Fuck me please. Don't stop." Timond gave her some
hard slams when he pushed back in again and Missy moaned.
Ginger pushed the
girl's clitoris down against Timond's ramming cock. She was feeling
a need for it herself but this was the next best thing. Timond
punched up hard and his ring touched the girl's clit ring and
network must have chosen that to give them a burst of something
really nice under their collars. Missy grunted when Timond's cock
hit her cervix deeply. Ginger realized she was really beginning to
like fucking. It was addicting. She liked to get fucked, she liked
to watch fucking, she liked to smell fucking, she liked the things
that led to fucking, like sucking. She realized for the first time
in her very short life that she loved sex and it didn't seem scary
anymore. Painful sometimes and definitely uncomfortable sometimes
and the fear never went away, but it even added spice. She wanted to
tell Mr. Timond this right now. She knew he would be proud of her
but it wasn't the right time.
Ginger put her left
hand behind the girl's head and kissed her hard as Mr. Timond moved
more over the girl to get more traction and was now banging her
hard. Missy began to grunt into Ginger's mouth. Ginger didn't know
if the other girl was feeling good or feeling abused but she now
didn't care. Mr. Timond wanted to cum. He slipped his hand behind
Ginger's head and said in his sleaziest voice, "Tongue fuck the
bitch, Ginger." Ginger felt like one of a team. They were
fucking this bitch good.
Ginger backed off a
few inches and said softly, "You're so lucky to get Mr.
Timond's cum in your pussy." She reached down and put her hand
under the girl's right knee and pulled it up more, "Give Mr.
Timond more pussy now so he can fuck his cum in real deep."
Then she reached back to the girl's clitoris and worked it again.
This turned Timond into a fucking machine now and pushed into Missy
harder rolling her over almost onto her side. After a minute or so,
Timond grunted. The Missy held breath only releasing only some
tight, high pitched sounds in time with Timond's final banging
fucks.
The girl's collar was
pulsing red on top. As Timond finished, he reached his bottom arm
down under Missy's ass and stuck his finger up into her anus. He
could feel some throbbing so he was confident he had made her cum.
"Good bitch," he said smoothing first Missy's hair then,
Ginger's. "Good bitches, both of you are very good." After
a few second's pause he pulled his cock out and disengaged. "Ginger,
clean around her cunt. Make sure none of that cum get's wasted."
"Why do you
always do that?" Ginger asked as Timond pushed the girl away.
"Do what?"
"Poke your finger
in our buttholes." Ginger sat up.
"That's Man
business." Timond scratched his balls. "Don't worry your
pretty little head about it. Now I told you more than once, put lid
on the questions and get this cunt clean." He slapped the older
girl's butt cheek.
Ginger looked around,
"Should I get tissues?" she asked looking at Timond.
Timond rolled his
eye's, "With your mouth, Ginger. Use your tongue."
Missy was lying on her
side so Ginger picked up her right knee again and kind of rolled the
other girl over onto her back. She held the girl's right leg out of
the way and tried to lick around her vulva.
"Just put your
mouth over her cunt and lick it," Timond instructed. As Ginger
complied she could taste Mr. Timond. She didn't feel anxious about
urine or the other girl's slim anymore. She felt like a good bitch
cleaning up after her master.
When Ginger sat up
again. Timond reached out to her and waved his fingers in a 'come
here' motion and said, "Now clean my cock too." Looking at
Missy he said, "Bael, put the back to this seat up, Missy, you
can go back to work, but your hair's a mess. Go find a mirror and
straighten yourself up." Ginger hopped to between his legs and
took his cock in her mouth. The other girl drowsily roused herself
as the seat back's rise lifted her up. They heard a click as it
locked itself into position and at the same time Timond saw the
girl's collar begin to flash on one side. He looked across the room
to that side and saw the bar and some men sitting beside it. An
older man with a gray beard was looking at them and a small light
was flashing in front of him at the same pace. Timond guessed that
was probably her next john. The girl looked around for her dress and
finding it, slipped it over her head smoothing it down. Timond
noticed her bright red toenails. She had big feet compared to the
rest of her. He guessed when she matured, she would be a tall,
sturdy filly. The girl came toward him and knelt down. Ginger was
still working on his cock so she went down to kiss Timond's feet.
"Thank you, sir," she muttered almost unintelligibly, then
rose and walked toward the bar.
Up on the stage the
woman was under the Great Dane gritting her teeth. The dog was
obviously too big for the woman to comfortably accommodate. The boy
gave the woman's legs a snap and commanded something, but Timond
couldn't hear what. He looked down at his girl who continued to lick
his dick, "That's good, Ginger. Finish your drink now."
Ginger sat up onto her
knees, "Mr. Timond? I love fucking. I looove it."
He looked down at her
and smiled a little, but not saying anything. He smoothed her hair
down and combed it with his fingers. It was messy too. "Drink,"
he said, nodding towards the drink.
She had forgotten the
red drink. She reached for it under the table, wrapped her arm
around Timond's leg and looking down into the cove, and drank. The
smallest girl in red lingerie was being led away by a tall man
holding her hand. The other older girl's in the cove were busy with
men now. The girl in the pink gown was no longer getting her hair
done, but was between the legs of a curly haired man with a
mustache, orally servicing him. The other girl was on her back, her
mini-skirt pushed up and her legs wrapped around a blond haired man
with big shoulders and arms who was banging her pretty firmly. Her
hands were pressed against the wall of the next cove level in an
effort to prevent her head from pushing into it. The big blond man
looked like he would have an uncomfortably big cock but Ginger
wanted to be her right now.
Timond looked down at
the girl Ginger was watching. Now that she was under the man face
up, Timond could see her better and it appeared that she was Latina,
probably a convert. Maybe she could speak English or maybe she only
knew the important words. "She's getting her taco stuffed
pretty good," Timond commented.
Ginger made a sucking
noise as the last of her drink came through the ice, then sitting
her glass down turned to Mr. Timond and asked, "Is anybody
going to fuck me today?"
Timond shrugged, "I
don't know. Like I said when some of the regulars notice you they'll
probably want to play with you. But you're sitting here with me. The
older girls do most of the servicing in the Lounge,
Ging. But some men really like hebes your age. I can probably get
permission for you to hang out in Cove 4. That's usually where they
put the hebes. But I've got stuff to do so I can't hang around and
supervise you today. You have to do exactly what you're told and not
be smart about it. If you get sent down to Behavior from the Lounge
I'll be in trouble too and I won't get my project for class
finished."
Ginger sat her glass
on the table and looked up at Timond, "What's a hebe? Mr. Kulki
called me & Sabrina that too?"
"Come up here,"
he patted his thigh and Ginger quickly launched herself up and
seated herself in his lap, "It just means that you're not a
little kid any more." Timond stuck his finger between the labia
and buried it inside deep enough that his index ring touched the
ring in her clitoris. She exhaled and put her arm around his neck,
kissing his cheek for a second. "It means your hot little cunt
who just learned to fuck and can't get enough cunt." He kissed
her ear and sucked her earlobe and she leaned her head towards him.
"Horny, aren't ya?" Timond asked.