Story codes: Mdom, Mg8, ped, preteen, BD, DS, MC, NC, reluc

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Summary: In a cult dedicated to male domination called the Brotherhood, a young prospective Brother is assigned an 11 year old girl to train. He names her Ginger.

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Characters

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

(naturals were born from cult females)

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

(converts are people who were not born into the cult)

Khan : 19 year old Thai visiting boy, excellent English

Pamela : 8 year old fluffer, natural in Form 3

Brother Samuel: director of section A of Novum Academy for Young Men

Reverend Sendd: minister of the Brotherhood of Satan in the Denali commune

Zakila: 20 year old by, Timond's friend a natural who is a talented photographer and advanced student

#2326 Day 1 at 19:00 in Brother Samuel's office

"Good evening, boys," Brother Samuel greeted Timmy and Zakila as they entered his office. Timmy's real name was Timond, but the boys in his Form called him Timmy. At 17 years old, he was a bit short for his age but stocky with wide shoulders.

"Are you going to rape me?" blurted a little girl with strawberry blond, messy hair sitting in a corner of the office on the floor, and wrapped in a blanket. She was looking at Brother Samuel. With a ring in her nose, straggly hair, and Timond could see a ring on each finger, she looked like a worked over preteen belly dancer.

Brother Samuel smiled, "Not right now, deary. You need to learn a little respect first. Besides, contrary to your usual self-image, you are not exactly an attractive princess right now."

Addressing the two entrants, "Gentleman, the Reverend and I have asked you here to meet someone and we have a new assignment for you which you see there in the corner."

"The Reverend?" Timmy thought. He turned and looked to his left behind him and saw the Reverend Sendd sitting in a big red chair with a small girl between his legs. The little fluffer, probably about 8 years old, had both hands around his hard penis jacking it with her mouth wrapped around its head making sucking sounds.

Sitting in another comfortable chair next to the Reverend was a thin Asian teenage boy. Timond guessed him to be about the same age as himself. The boy smiled at Timond and Zakila.

"Good evening boys," the Reverend Sendd lightly snarled. Even sitting down he looked like a large man, in his usual simple attire of a black robe that came down normally below his knees and opened to show is wide belly and a generous pig poker that the little girl was working at. He worn no pants beneath the robe for easy access to his crotch. The little girl paused her pumping for a few seconds, took her mouth off the cock and with an oily right hand, swept her long brown hair behind her ear. Then she went back to work, pumping and sucking. "I would like you to meet ... sorry what's your name again?" he asked the little girl.

She paused again, still hanging on to the penis, "Pamela," she smiled. Timmy could see gaps between her teeth. He wondered to himself if those were her first set of teeth and she would lose them or if those were her adult teeth and she would always have those gaps. It made him realize how little he knew about kids. The girl went back to her task, but kept her eyes on Timmy a time. She was wearing a sort of tutu and looked to be about Form 3 age, Timmy thinking about 8 years old or so but he didn't remember her face around the school. Timmy wondered to himself what the story behind the tutu was. He would be willing to bet she was a "natural", a girl born in the commune in a Brother's farrowing barn, but she could have been a talented "convert" who had been in Novum training for a while.

"Yes, Pamela is one of Brother Bodd's fluffers who is joining me for a playdate tonight. But that's not why we asked you here. We would also like you to meet Khan." The Reverend flourished his hand towards the dark haired Asian. "Khan is visiting us from Thailand for a couple of months. We want to introduce you and ask you to show him our facility and allow him to be your shadow, so to speak. We have been trying to improve our relationship with our Brothers in Thailand of late and he will want to learn about our school and its workings. Khan, this is Mr. Timond and Mr. Zakila, two of our most honored students at Novum academy."

He jumped up from his chair and offered his hand and bowed slightly, "I'm very pleased to meet you both." Timmy shook his hand and silently nodded.

Zakila returned the bow deeper, shook his hand, and said, "Wow, Thailand. That's great. I have always wanted to visit your commune."

"I hope you can. I will definitely try to make arrangements when I get back," he answered.

"The other reason we asked you here is that we have a project for you in the corner, Mr. Timond, not this one," he said patting the cocksucking fluffer on the head, "that one," he nodded toward an unkempt preteen wrapped in blanket in the corner. Then the Reverend Sendd added with a chuckle, "The messy one who apparently wants to be raped." There was a pause as the Reverend and his attendant looked at each other. She tried to smile with the cock in her mouth, but kept pumping and moved one hand to massage his balls.

Brother Samuel continued, "I believe you are ready to take the lead on a conversion, Mr. Timond. This is an important responsibility. You have done well helping Zakila and we know you will take this seriously. You have asked to become a Brother and even though most in the Brotherhood would consider you too young, this may be the opportunity to prove yourself. You may be the youngest primary handler ever to lead a conversion."

"She can stay with you tonight and you and I can discuss the schedule and logistics tomorrow. See the kennel about a dog tonight. Often you will find it helps keep them calmer that first night. I would recommend Max 78. You can make the final decision about which dog but not too big. Her cunt's only spreading a couple of centimeters right now, so she's going to need prep to bitch out."

Pamela was picking up the pace, and watching the Reverend Sendd's face but he had laid his head back and closed his eyes. Now the girl moved her left hand from his balls to his cock, pumping with both hands again, working her lips over the sensitive head. Her hair fell down around her face again, but this time she didn't stop.

"You will be released from 3 classes in your regular schedule, Timmy. This will give you time to do more training. You will also be expected to keep a very thorough journal. We need this for research. The building system will be monitoring her as usual, but it will also be adding to this journal in a more narrative summation of the data. You are involved a cutting edge experiment here. We are trusting you. Since you are being considered for Brotherhood, be very thorough.

"I will, sir. How old is she? Can I ask about her history?" asked Timmy looking at the messy strawberry blond huddled in the corner wrapped in a thick blanket. The girl was watching the girl working the Reverend's cock with intense, wide eyes. Timmy would have bet she had never seen anything like that.

"She'll be twelve when you finish with her. Since you are her primary handler, you will be given access to much of her history and can access her records tomorrow. But there's not much that would be helpful. Maybe a couple of things we'll discuss tomorrow. I will ask Brother Pike, your training counselor to be here," answered Brother Samuel then turned to Zakila, "I want you to check in on Mr. Timond several times a day and be available for help. He is in the lead on her but you are still his mentor. If there are any problems, I want to talk to both of you."

The Reverend's girl was pumping furiously now and humming on his penis. Brother Samuel glanced over, mildly annoyed.

Zakila nodded, "Has she eaten yet?"

"No, Timmy should feed her something when he gets her to his room," Brother Samuel answered. "She should be able to eat by now, but only a little and from his hand. Give her as much water as she will drink. Make sure she is warm when you put them down. And don't forget to chain her and the dog both tonight. We don't want to repeat that drama we had last month."

Then he paused and looked at her, "On second thought, you boys should probably crate them together tonight. That helps calm the dog down too. They will both get a better night's sleep. Any more questions?" Brother Samuel looked at the girl under the blanket.

When she heard the words "Anymore questions" the blond 11 year old girl looked over at the men, "When can I ..."

At this moment the Reverend Sendd released a bellow and presumably load of cum in his fluffer's mouth. The little girl coughed and some cum came from her nose. The Reverend raised his head and smiled at the other Brothers, "You must excuse me. I needed that. I have a schedule you know." He looked down at the girl who now sat back kneeling with her mouth open to display the jism. "You may swallow, deary." Leaning forward, he wiped her mouth under her nose, and stuck the cummy finger in her mouth when she opened it again. "Now there's a bathroom," motioning to a door, "Go cleanup."

Brother Samuel looked at the huddling preteen but he was not interested in her question, "Not you. Mr. Timond can tell you what you need to know later."

Looking at Timmy, "Before you go, let's formally collar her." Reaching into a cabinet, "But if you need to use it, I want you to call Zakila, understood?"

"Yes, sir. Uhh ... for a collar, she will have to have a name? What should I call her?" asked Timmy.

"That's up to you, boy. You're in charge. You can always change the name later if you or the boys think of something better," Brother Samuel said handing him a thick, white collar.

Timmy looked at her. She looked back at him with wide eyes tearing up. Walking over to her, trying to display confidence, he unzipped the wide panel on his trousers. His cock and balls fell out giving him a cool, strong feeling. Obviously frightened by what she saw, she hid her face sobbing into the blanket trying to cradle it in her covered arms.

"On your knees, bitch," he said almost gently and reached down removing the blanket, throwing it on the chair beside her. He put his hand under her nearest arm and directed her forward, "On your knees." Her sobbing grew louder but she tucked her knees under her, then hunched over, her face almost on the floor. Timmy reached down feeding the collar under her neck and around, sealing it in back and looked at Brother Samuel.

Brother Samuel nodded to the boys cock, "Do you want to use the Reverend's fluffer?"

Timmy started jacking his cock, "Uhh maybe ... no ... just give me a second." It was already semi-erect. Timmy looked down at the naked preteen at his feet. She had a nice round ass and he would eventually get to fuck it as much as he cared to. Her back was smooth but had brown birthmark like spot at side near her kidney. He would be able to explore every centimeter of her at his leisure. He thought to himself about all the fun things he would be doing with her... and to her. The Reverend Sendd's Pamela emerged from the little bathroom and the Reverend motioned her over to tend to Timmy. She immediately dropped to her knees and crawled up to the left side of the weeping girl. Paying the other girl no attention, Pamela reached up cradling Timmy's testicles and kissed each, then the tip of his cock. She pushed one of his testicles into her mouth, sucking, then both. It was impressive for one so young. Letting them pop out, she nuzzled up to the base of his penis licking and trying to suck it under Timmy's jacking hand. The girl made sucking noises rolling a ball under her tongue. Timmy took his hand away and as soon as he did the girl reached up and gently caressed the cock as she moved to the other testicle, touching her nose ring to his cock ring on the way. "Mmm.." he could hear the young fluffer. Now his cock was rock hard.

Khan watched intently. This was a very different culture than the one he grew up in, and yet there were similarities that threaded through both.

"Ready?" asked Brother Samuel holding out the collar's lanyard with a small electronic control at its end. Timmy nodded. The Brother smoothed it over Timmy's hard rod so that the small stick dangled under his testicles. Then to the crying girl, "Eyes up, bitch," he commanded.

Pamela tried to help by pushing under the weeping preteens heaving shoulders, "Common on, look up. Look up at Mr. Timond. Common on. He's your master now and he will take care of you. He's not mean."

The girl continued to cry but looked up to see the boy, the cock and the star inscribed lanyard dangling above her.

"This is the cock that will master you," announced Brother Samuel. "Obey it and honor it. When it is soft think of how you can make it hard. When it is hard think of how you can make it cum. Serve it and it will make you a true bitch of the Brotherhood."

"Bael," Brother Samuel spoke to the building's computer network that controlled all of it's systems and constantly monitored it's inhabitants, "Bond this bitch to Mr. Timond. Mr. Timond will be her primary handler. Her name will be ..." looking at Timmy questioningly.

Timmy looked at the little girl's strawberry blond hair, "Uhh ... Ginger ... Let's call her Ginger."

Brother Samuel watched the girl, "Bael, this bitch will be called Ginger and will be managed by standard protocol for a first month convert. Mr. Timond is her primary and Mr. Zakila is a secondary.

"Mr. Timond, train this bitch to serve the Dark Lord and the Brotherhood," Brother Samuel handed Timmy a long white leash.

Timmy took the leash with one hand, and with the other picked up the lanyard from his cock and hung it around his neck. Then he snapped one end of the leash to the girls collar and pushed her head down, face almost to the floor. As he had seen many times before, he stood up straight and placed his right shoe on her head, "I will you teach you your place, bitch. Your place is at the end of a man's cock."

Brother Samuel looked at Zakila which prompted him to step forward and place his foot on the crying girl's back. "We will you teach you your place, bitch. Your place is at the end of a man's cock," he repeated then put his foot on the floor.

At this cue, the computer acknowledged the status of each trainer and girl's status. Zakila Looked down at the heaving girl, then up at Timmy he raised his eyebrows a little and gave a slight smile. "Yeah. Congratulations on a training bitch that's all yours, Timmy."

Timmy was staring at her back. "Yeah. Thanks. I guess."

"Ah, you'll do great." Zaki clapped Timmy's shoulder. "You're good."

Brother Samuel returned to his desk. "Bael, bring up a catalog of what is available in the Lounge this evening. Gentlemen, it has been a long day. Take your bitch, pick up a dog and put them away for the night. In the morning, bring her to my office directly, you can breakfast it here," indicating the sobbing girl under Timmy's foot. "I will see you here tomorrow morning at 8 AM, Mr. Timond."

Timmy put his foot down and looked down at Pamela, "Good girl," patting her on the head.

"Thank you. Do you want me to finish?" she asked smiling.

Timmy shook his head smiling, "Not right now."

"Can I zip it up?" she asked.

"Sure," he answered and 8 year old carefully tucked the balls in as she pulled up the double zipper. Then she scurried over to Reverend Send, and kneeling beside his chair she slipped her arm around his and smiled up at him.

Timmy held "Ginger's" leash up and looked at Brother Samuel, "I can see she has her finger rings and nose ring but what about the others, the ear canal rings and clit rings?"

Brother Samuel nodded, "Yes, we put them in when she was more sedated. Let's check them." He reached to the screen on his desktop and pressed a few virtual buttons, then watched the girl. She instantly looked up. Brother Samuel reached to the screen again clicking something. The girl looked at him and stood up, "How did you do that?" she stammered but with eyes wide.

"The Dark Lord is powerful," he said, "Be careful bitch."

What only Brother Samuel and the girl could hear was Brother Samuel's voice. The ear canal rings were essentially rings embedded in the ear canal in front of her ear drum that served as internal earphones tuned to her collar. Anyone controlling her collar could play any voice or sound desired into her ears, inaudible to others. Brother Samuel had played his own recorded voice, "Stand up, bitch" and allowed only his own ear canal rings and hers to repeat it. To the girl, it looked as if he was talking without moving his lips.

Timmy jerked on the leash to get his new girl's attention, "Let's go Ginger. I'll introduce you to your new friend, then you can get some sleep. Khan, I am guessing you will be staying in one of the guest rooms in the dorm level?"

"Yes, this is quite comfortable," he nodded.

"Well, would you like to accompany us? Zaki and I can show you around a little and maybe you could help us with this new bitch."

"I would appreciate that. I have some questions," Khan stood.

Zaki stepped over next to the girl to help get her up, "I have a lot of questions about the Phinxing. So let's see if we can educate each other."

Timmy and Zakila got on either side of the girl, taking her arms they led her out the door of the office as Khan followed.

Brother Samuel turned his attention to the wall panel displaying the Lounge replete with a wide variety of partially dressed females some scattered across pillows, some carrying trays of drinks, some giggling and playing games, some fawning over men at the bar, several on the laps of smiling men. "Care to bring your playdate to the Lounge, Reverend? I am sure that her and her friends can work you up some more cum for your next squirt."

"Sounds like a perfect way to spend the rest of the evening, Brother. The little dear and her friends have one hour and 40 minutes to work on it. Sounds perfect. I think we shall join you," the Reverend replied looking at his barefoot attendant. "Must keep on schedule you know," he said smiling at her.

Their evening was set.

#2326 Day 1 at 19:20 Novum Academy for Young Men hallway A1

Khan walked beside Zaki as they moved the girl down the hall toward the elevator, "So Khan does Phinxing ... am I pronouncing that right?"

"Close enough," Khan replied.

"So does Phinxing have a school like Novum?" Zaki asked.

"Sort of, I am there a lot, but we are more dispersed with several smaller communities. Phinxing is at the center. Now let me ask you, what was the girl talking about when she said: how did you do that?'"

Zaki nodded and said, "Bael, extinguish bitch Ginger's hearing ..."

"Acknowledged," came a disembodied voice.

"So, Khan, we have a pretty new technology we just started using last year. They are small rings that fit inside the ear canal. They are used like earphones so you can listen to electronic devices but they cannot be removed by girls. We, or the building computer network, can talk to her wherever she is in the building anytime. So Brother Samuel simply played a sound file of himself saying "Stand up." She could hear it, but she could see his lips weren't moving right? So to her it seems like telepathy or something. What's really incredible is that she cannot hear us now."

"The girl cannot hear us? What do mean?" Khan stopped and stepped behind the girl Timmy had named Ginger, "Bitch! Hey!" He clapped his hands loudly behind her head with no reaction. "Why can't she hear me?"

"Noise cancelling," Timmy explained, "The ear canal rings are very close to her eardrum and I just ordered the building network, cued by the word "Bael", to "extinguish". It's the same technology as noise cancelling and it almost perfectly cancels the sound of our voices or anyone else's right now. We can talk freely while she listens to what we call "exhortations from Satan". It's instructions on how to behave around men. Bael, our building network controls it. Right now she is getting instructions on how to behave properly like Bitches should never sit in a chair unless told to... They should not speak unless asked a question... Never look a man, or any male, in the eyes until told to... Keep the eyes on the crotch... She will get lectures like that several times a day, and while she is being instructed, you and I can have this conversation."

Khan watched Ginger as she looked around confused, seeing Timmy's lips moving but she was obviously hearing a completely different voice.

They came to an elevator which opened for them with no apparent cue. Stepping inside Timmy said, "Bael, kennels."

"Sublevel 5," the elevator answered and dinged as the doors closed.

Khan continued, "Is that why she is wearing so many rings? Rings on her fingers, rings in her ears, a ring in her nose ..."

"... and a ring on her clit which you will see tomorrow," Zaki interrupted, "No, that's a different kind of control. They have nano-transmitters that detect proximity to other rings. She is not allowed to touch her cunt, for example. If she does, ... if she puts a finger ring next to her clit ring, she is warned, then if she doesn't move her hand away from it, she is punished. On the other hand if she gets her nose ring near my cock ring... she gets a happy shot."

"What's a happy shot?" Khan looked quizzical.

"Well the collar serves many functions. It has chemical cartridges that the building network controls. She can be rewarded with a couple of different varieties of OZ, you know.. Orgzone?" Zaki paused to see if Khan understood.

"Sure," he nodded, "we use OZ. But it's in her collar?"

"OZ and whatever else we program to reward her with. Stimulants, sedatives, opiates, ... the collar can manage 12 different drugs at any one time, and the building network manages the collar and we manage the network. They're all dissolved in ... what's that stuff ... glycerin, a new kind of glycerin. So when the collar gives the bitch a squirt on her neck, wham... it goes into her skin and is absorbed in a couple of seconds. The bitch feels a little wetness under her collar but never knows what hit her. We got to play with it in chemistry class and I did a project on OZ-22 with a couple of fluffers. It got an excellent rating for that project and did a presentation to a group of Brothers.

"Anyway, one program that is routinely running is if she gets that nose ring or her finger rings close to my cock ring it randomly gives her a small dose of OZ-17 and a little coke derivative and she feels reeeeal good right away... and the magic is, she thinks it's my cock. After a little behavioral training, it is my cock, no chemical necessary. The collar can do some pretty unpleasant things and some very pleasant things. All the bitches are addicts but they don't know it. We just use it to make them into sex addicts. Over time, we can cutback on the drugs and replace it with visual cues, like a cock. You'll see because we'll start all that tomorrow. Tonight we just try to keep her calm and help her adjust."

"Is she getting a sedative now?" Khan asked.

Timmy shook his head, "Probably not. Only if she starts to get out of hand then the program will kick in. Or I can trigger it, if it seems necessary," Timmy watched her and she looked up at him, still with confusion in her eyes, but said nothing. "She looks like she's doing ok."

"What if she takes the rings off?"

"Well, that's pretty serious. The collar can punish pretty severely and the building network never sleeps." Timmy shook his head. "She'll try it tomorrow when she thinks nobody is paying attention, but she'll only try it once, if she not stupid. The network is always paying attention."

As if on cue, the elevator door opened to sublevel 5. "Bael, restore bitch Ginger's hearing," Timmy said to no one in particular. There was a beep. "Come on," giving her leash a little jerk, "This way." To their right was a door that said Kennel. "Ok, let's go get her a new boyfriend."

Khan looked quizzical.

#2326 Day 1 at 20:50 Novum Academy for Young Men

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

"Max, in," Timmy said tapping the crate doorway. The dog obediently entered the crate, circled a few times, and lay down.

"Now you, inside," he gave slight tug on the girl's leash.

"In there? With the dog?" she was earnestly confused.

"Yes, inside, go."

She looked at the crate with the dog inside. It was large enough but probably not quite long enough. She stared.

Timmy felt impatience but kept his voice even, "Come on, inside. I'm tired. So are you. I have to be up early and so do you. Please don't drag this out and make a big drama. Just get in."

The girl looked at him, "This place is completely, totally ,,, nuts."

She crawled slowly into the crate. Partially in she realized that turning around would be difficult and she didn't want her face in the dog's ass so she backed out.

"Aren't you going to give me some clothes? Can I have a blanket? I'm going to freeze!" she almost yelled.

"Turn around and back in," Timmy said putting his hand on her shoulder giving her a little push. "He'll keep you warm. You'll appreciate him. Besides the crate has automatic heat. If anyone is going to be uncomfortable, it will be Max cause it's too warm. Now inside."

Timmy put her hand on her head, "Bitch up," gently pushed her forward and guided her into a crawling position again, then putting a hand on her hip he started to guide her to back into the crate. The girl reacted by awkwardly slapping at the hand on her hip, "I can't do it!"

Timmy almost automatically slapped her face, "Never strike me or anyone else. Never."

The girl made an angry, agonized face and raised her hand to strike Timmy in the face. Immediately a beep came from her collar, then a snap and she rolled to the floor grabbing her collar releasing a garbled screech between her teeth.

"Never. That's what happens when you are a bad bitch," he watched her as she began to cry. Timmy waited patiently for several minutes. It seemed like a long wait to him but Zaki had taught him that waiting for the girl to get herself under control could work to the trainer's better control.

Finally he said, "Ok, you're going to be ok. It won't happen again if you control yourself. Now let me help you into the crate so we can both get some sleep." It was still several more minutes before she stirred. He considered threatening her or calling for help but instead waited. Finally she struggled up, weeping. He directed her to back into the crate. She cried as he locked the crate's door and climbed into his own bed. In the darkness, Timmy spoke softly, "You'll feel better in the morning."

Then more authoritatively he said, "Bael, Bitch Ginger needs to sleep."

"Acknowledged," came a disembodied voice and in less than a minute the weeping was silenced.

by Alexander Martin

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