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

Story codes: Mdom, Mg12, Mg11, Mg9, pedo, anal, reluc, MC, NC, DS

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Summary: Timmy teaches Ginger the basic obedience expected of all girls at Novum Academy for Young Men.

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Characters

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

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

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

Johnny: 8 yr old, a convert

Kulki: 19 yr old boy, student in Form 6

Paprika: 12 year old fuck bitch

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

#2326 Day 2 at 11:31 Novum school in the elevator

When the elevator door closed, Timmy turned to the control panel and asked, "Bael, what training rooms are available in the sublevels?"

The system answered, "Training room #3 on sublevel 3 has been reserved for Mr. Timond until 1800 hours."

"Good. Bael, have a package of bitch food sent to Training room #3 and a dog dish."

"Acknowledged."

Timmy and his ward stepped into the open elevator.

"Bael, elevator to sublevel 3."

But the elevator stopped at sublevel 4 and two Form 5 boys got on. They looked at Timmy's girl up and down, then looked at each other with a snicker.

"Got a new bitch, there Timmy?" asked the square shouldered blond boy named Kulki.

"Yep," Timmy volunteered nothing more.

"I see she met Old Raspy," said his friend Bukukuwa, an older black haired boy of 18. Timmy looked down and saw what Bukukuwa saw, the girl's red backside, subtle but clear indentations left by the straps on wrists and behind her shins, her eyes were red looking to escape, and most obvious, her breath was still sobbing a bit, with an occasional hick.

"Yes, she did, Buki, and I don't think she will want to meet him again," Timmy replied.

"So, you fucking yet, little bitch?" Kulki asked the girl who only looked at the wall.

"Not yet. She only did intake yesterday," Timmy answered for her.

"Second day is tough," Buki mused.

"Everyday is tough for cunt around my cock," bragged Kulki, "I'm gonna get a piece of that red ass of yours as soon as Timmy starts passing you around, little bitch. You hungry to get that pussy cock-whipped, little bitch?"

The girl leaned a little towards Timmy. "She was ready for that little wangdoodle of yours Buki when she was in diapers, but you'll wait till I tell you."

The elevator door opened, and Timmy gave her leash a small tug, "Come on. follow me," and the door closed behind them. The girl stumbled a little behind him. Timmy slowed and took her hand. When they walked towards a door that said, "Training Room 3" it slid open, then closed again when they were inside.

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#2326 Day 2 at 11:33 Novum school Training room #3

When they entered the room, Timmy took her arm and led her over to a chair and she started to sit down. "No, no," he admonished, "Never sit in a chair unless you are told to," and he sat down in the chair himself, directing her down in front of him. "Kneel."

She clumsily knelt in front of him. Her sobbing had subsided, but now she was trembling. She looked dazed and terrified at the same time.

He took her head in his hands, and looked her in eyes, "Now listen to me and believe me. You are going to be ok. I'm not going to let anything injure you. Nothing is going to happen to you that you can't handle because I am going to help you. But you have to trust me. You have to do what I say when I tell you to do it, and you have to trust me, Ginger."

"STOP CALLING ME GINGER!" she screamed, "My name's not Ginger. You're a horrible monster. You're going to kill me," she started to sob again. "Your going to rape me and then kill me. This is a cruel and horrible place with cruel and horrible men who treat children like dogs. I want to be dead. I'll be glad to be dead because at least you can't hurt me any more."

Holding her face firmly just centimeters from his own, "Stop. Calm down. Listen to me. Nobody's going to rape you. It's not how I do things. And those boys in the elevator, they are not going to touch you without my permission. You have me to take care of you and I will because you are valuable property. It's my job to train you and make you more valuable, so I am not going to let anyone kill you. Do you understand?"

She was starting to shiver more. He made a quick decision based on his the intuition about what he thought would work to make this a critical moment. Brother Samuel had said that in the advanced seminar, "Some moments are critical about how they think about you." Something like that, anyway. Timmy reached down to a low cabinet next to the chair and pulled out a fuzzy blanket and wrapped it around her naked shoulders. Then took her by the shoulders and pulled her up on his lap to cradle her.

"You are not going back down to that behavior room if you let me help you through this. Brother Muta is a very mean man. I want to keep you out of his hands," he said in his most comforting voice, rocking a little.

They sat silently for a while as he waited for her breathing to calm. He pulled her legs up and scrunched them under the blanket too and then squeezed her tightly. After a time he said, "I know Brother Muta. He'll be calling me. He'll be asking me if I need any help training you. Like Kulki said, you do have a pretty little butt and everybody's going to want it."

"I wish I was ugly," she said into the blanket, "then maybe you'd let me go."

"Go where?" he asked.

"Home!" she looked up.

"Where's that?" he asked brushing the wet stringy hair from her face.

"I ... I ... don't know. ... I can't remember. I don't have a name. This is crazy," she answered hiding her face in the blanket again.

"This is your home," he smoothed her hair. "And, I think Ginger is pretty. Your hair made me think of Ginger. That's why I gave it to you."

"What's going to happen to me? If your not going to kill me or rape me, what are you going to do to me?" she sounded like she might cry again.

"I'm going to make you love sex, ... love fucking ... love cock and love to serve men. When you learn to be good at it, you will love it all.

"... Listen, I've got a question. When I was spanking you, did you feel anything?" he squeezed her a little.

"Yeah, it hurt ... what do you think?" she answered.

"Yeah, but your pussy was wet. You know that? You kinda liked it a little too," he ventured.

She looked up, "You're a sick fuck, Timmy. What kind of guy would even touch a girl's coochy when you're beating her. I can't believe you are all so sick."

"OK, number one, when you get down, no more opinions, ever, and no questions, and number two, never ever call me that," he said in more stern voice.

"Call you what, Timmy? That's your name. That's what that man, Kuuki called you," She looked at him again

"You call me Mr. Timond. When we're alone, just the two of us, you can call me -sir- but around other men, you call me Mr. Timond. Understand? But mostly just don't talk, don't say anything. Understand?" he held her chin and looked in her eyes.

She looked at him, without response. At that moment, the door slid open, startling them both and two girls walked in, a young, probably about 7 or 8 years old, curly blond fluffer carrying a wide metal dish with a gray, brown something in it and the other girl, a little older, a young teen, carrying a plastic package.

"Ok, get down, Ginger. You can kneel on the blanket," he pulled the blanket off his trainee onto the floor and directed her to kneel on it.

Looking at the entering girls, "Why are there two of you?"

"I don't know," the younger fluffer said offering him the dish, "The Lounge kitchen told me to bring this down. I think you ordered it." She was wearing a yellow, see thru camisole and blue panties but there wasn't much to see.

He took it and sat it near the edge of the blanket. Then he looked at the other girl.

"I was assisting Mr. Zakila with a training. He told me to get this for you and he said I should ask if you want to fuck," the older girl said holding out the container. Timmy looked at her and noticed for the first time, she was a fuck bitch with a pink glow along the side of her collar and a very short black dress. He had assumed she was a fluffer because they often do deliveries. She looked about 12 with nice little tits under her dress. Fuck bitches are usually teens. He took the container from her and lifted her skirt to look underneath. She had long dark auburn hair and was wearing red thong over a pudenda that had little fuzzy hairs escaping from under the thong. Just above the thong was a red butterfly tattoo. Perfect pedo pussy he thought if you're a pedo who wants to fuck. He realized, he was because he did right then. It had been a busy, stressful morning. Her little cunt would make a nice break.

He was about to dismiss the young blond fluffer, then looked at her and thought for a second, "Did you have lunch yet?" She shook her head no.

Opening the package of identical brown food and emptying it into the metal dish on the floor, "Ok, bitch up. You're going to share lunch with Ginger here," pointing to the now full dish and looking first at his girl, then at the little fluffer. "Show her how to bitch up and eat."

As if she were going to a dinner party, the little girl walked over to the dish and dropped to her knees. She looked at Timmy's girl. "Like this," she said smiling and with her hands on the floor beside the dish, she tucked into the food. It was obvious she rarely got to eat all she wanted. The little fluffer's butt was in air behind and it's little brown hole was winking at Timmy. Her vulva was covered with the sheer yellow thong. Timmy's bitch watched with her mouth open slightly amazed at what she saw. Timmy spoke to her, "Come on, no more marks. No more Behavior Room. Down and eat now, just like that. Learn to do it right and I can feed you myself tonight, but show me you can be a good little bitch like her... go on. We don't want a replay of this morning."

Slowly, though repulsed by the idea of it, she leaned over and put her head next to the other little girl. They made eye contact and she took a bite.

It wasn't as bad as it looked, kind of salty and meaty, cold but tolerable.

Timmy said, "Good bitch," then looked at the fuck bitch who was watching, "Ok, I guess I do. Hop up on that table, bitch down, butt over the side a little," The girl went to the table and rolled over onto it on her back. "Knees up." Then she pulled her knees up to her chest and spread. Timmy saw her thong again and could see her naked ass again. She was wearing a butt plug that looked quite large. "Wow, that's about a C4," he thought to himself. He pulled her thong up over her legs and off. She spread again and he looked closer. C4.2 in fine print. "Pretty big plug for such a small ass," he said aloud, "What's Mr. Zakila's training about?" he asked her.

"Butt fucking," she answered casually.

"I guess," Timmy added.

He put his hand inside her dress and pushed it up, reaching under it to feel her tits. "Uuu, I like these," he said. Helping arch her back off it, he pushed it up under her and worked it over her head and off. This revealed the little pointy cones that were her young breasts. He loved this kind of titty and he knew Zaki knew he loved this kind of titty. He surmised that Zaki had been talking to Brother Samuel about the morning and was trying to do him a favor.

Timmy pulled down his crotch zippers let his junk come out. He looked over at his bitch to see she had stopped eating and was up on her knees staring wide-eyed. "Eat!" he said loud and clear. She didn't move for a few seconds, staring, then bent back over and put her mouth into the greasy food. Her lunch companion's butt wiggled as she eagerly dined.

Timmy turned his attention back to the cunt at hand. He jacked his cock a little but it was already pretty hard. Reaching under the table for the control, he lowered the girl just a bit so her crotch was well below his, then with no ceremony simply pushed his cock into the spread vagina. He was pleased that it was wetter than he expected. It felt warm and comfortable. Grabbing her by the pelvis, he gave several hard thrusts and was surprised at how much engagement he got. His penis was in more than half way, which is pretty good for a preteen. He reached down and tapped the big butt plug with his palm, and she inhaled. "Come on, work with me here," he said to her tapping the plug harder. Slowing, he felt her clenching her vagina as he pulled back, then relaxing with each inward thrust. Pumping in more he felt the back of her vagina, and he could see from her mouth opening that he had found her cervix. Her legs, which had been folded next to him, came down a little and squeezed in to reflexively protect herself. He reached down to pull a knee back up. "Spread bitch. Gimme all of that cunt," and pushed in deep to get her full attention. She spread as much as she could and put feet up on his back.

Now he began to lay into to it, riding her hard. He wanted a quick cum because he knew the younger girls wouldn't take long eating and he had a lot to teach for his bitch to be ready for her first training with a Brother. Remembering her, he looked over his shoulder to see her up again staring at his aggressive mating with the fuck bitch. The fuck bitch had stopped her rhythmic squeezing and was making little noises in rhythm with the fucking. If he were training, he would slow and get her attention again, but he wanted to focus on cumming so he ignored her and his own little bitch and watched the red head's titties jiggle in time with his pumping. He made a game of trying to make them jiggle. After a bit, he needed to put one in his mouth, but it was too awkward so he reached down and fondled them, pinching the nipples and rolling them between thumb and finger for his own pleasure. The red head had an audible response.

The girl Timmy had christened Ginger sat kneeling, watching the sex. The other girl, who had eaten almost the whole dish, sat up and looked to see what her lunch partner was watching.

"My daddy says I'm going to be a good fuck bitch when he starts doing it to me," said the fluffer staring at Timmy and the girl on her back.

"Your daddy?" Ginger looked at her.

"Brother Tribus. He's a very important person," still watching the action.

"He wants to have sex with you?"

"He says everybody will when I get tits cause I'm pretty," the fluffer smiled at her.

Looking back at Timmy humping into the girl on the table, "Ok."

"I can smell sex. Smell it? She likes it. Julie says when you can smell the sex, that means the girl feels sexy," the little girl cupped her vulva watching carefully.

Ginger looked at the girl, "Who's Julie?"

"My sister. She's a mare. She's pregnant. She knows a lot."

"You're too young to be having sex," Ginger touching the girls hand, "You're too young to even know about sex."

The fluffer turned and looked at the Ginger and said nothing. The only sound in the room was the panting of the girl on the table and her lover. Finally, there was a dawn of recognition and the little fluffer said, "You're a convert! Julie says they say weird things... We shouldn't be talking," and she put her face back into the dish and went back to eating.

Timmy gave 4 or 5 loud grunts and very hard thrusts, lifting her ass up in the air off the table and banging the girl so hard it knocked her whole body higher on the table. Then Timmy quickly moved off and back, and without even catching his breath said, "Ok, clear out. We have work to do."

The fluffer took one last bite and stood up, smoothing down her cami. The older girl on the table climbed off slower, covering her genitals and gritting her teeth. Seeing the girl put her hand over her pussy, Timmy noticed for the first time that she was not wearing any rings. He wondered what the story was on that. The girl stood up, pulling her hand from between her legs, she looked at her fingers, then glanced at Timmy. Looking back at her hand, she licked it. Replacing her hand back to her crotch again, she looked for her thong. She had worked for it and didn't want lose it. What had he done with it?

Timmy looked over at the fluffer next to the bowl and motioned for her to come, "Clean," was his only word. The little girl hopped up then bent over and without even touching it with her hands, sucked it into her mouth. Timmy pointed wordlessly at the thong on floor. The red head picked it up but did not put it on. She still held her other hand against her crotch. Walking through Novum school with cum dribbling between the legs would only be asking for trouble. Timmy knew he should tell the fluffer to clean the red head too but he needed to get

After the fuck bitch went out the door Timmy spoke to no one apparent, "Bael, what was that girl's name that left the room?"

The control panel near the door spoke, "The bitch's name is Paprika. Paprika is owned by the Denali Brotherhood stable."

"Excellent. Bael, make her one of my favorites," Timmy said as he picked up the food dish.

"She has been added to your list of favorites."

The little curly blond sucked the cock as she pulled off and made a popping noise as it came from her mouth. She and Timmy looked at each other. He was pretty certain she was a natural. She was certainly well trained, "Bael, what's this fluffer's name?"

"There are two fluffers in the room. The fluffer on the floor is named Ginger. She is owned by ...

"Bael, I know. Next."

"The fluffer standing is named Zoey. She is her primary handler is Brother Tribus. Her current handler is Brother Zucht in the Lounge kitchen."

"Bael, request permission to use her."

"For what length of time and what location and what purpose?"

"In this room for uhh ... one hour and training another fluffer."

There was a pause of about 30 seconds, then, "Permission granted."

"Ok, Zoey," he said to the little girl, "Your going to help us out here for a bit. My girl here is a convert."

Zoey nodded her head enthusiastically trying to show that she already knew that, but said nothing.

"You're going to help me do some training. Can you do that?"

She nodded with enthusiasm again and went back to kneeling, eager to have an important role.

Timmy walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a short cane, then to large mat.

"Ginger, watch Zoey. Do exactly what she does. ... We're going to teach you some positions. Stay quiet and compliant and, don't ask any questions. ... Over here, both of you," Timmy said pointing to the mat in front of him with the cane in his hand. The girls were kneeling in front of the chair on the blanket, Ginger with her legs beside her. Zoey jumped up and almost ran to the mat. Ginger visibly rolled her eyes, but said nothing and strutted over to stand on the mat.

"Kneel and display," he said commandingly. Zoey went down on her knees and spread her legs wide, hands on her thighs. The older blond watched then went to her knees and placed her hand on her thighs. Intentionally or not, Timmy wasn't sure, her knees were too close. He slipped his toe between her knees and pushed out, "Come on, wider. The inside of your knees should be as far apart as your shoulders. Display means I need to see your pussy."

"You need to see my pussy or you like to see my pussy?" she said sarcastically.

"Both. Now shut up," he said sharply, and gave her a hard smack with the cane. This brought a tear. Earlier in the day she probably would have objected and argued but now she was tired. She simply closed her mouth and spread her knees. It occurred to Timmy how tiring her out made her more compliant.

"Good, ok, now, next - bitch up," he tapped the mat with the cane. Zoey went immediately to her hands and knees with her head down.

Timmy moved to his bitch's side and pushed her forward with by the shoulder, "That means on your hands and knees, head down."

"Like a dog," she muttered and moved forward putting her hands down as he reached for her butt and pushed it up. He slapped her ass with the cane.

"Ow!"

"Like a bitch," he rejoined, "Head down. Keep your head down to show respect. The only time you should have your head up is when you have a cock in you. And this is the last time I will warn you. Any more lip, and I will mark you. Remember how marks are erased?" Then he realized he had asked her a question, which he was never supposed to do when trying to teach a bitch silence. "I hope you do because we will going to see Brother Muta if you leave this room with any marks."

"Ok, stand and display," Zoey launched up standing in wide stance, hands behind with her eyes on Timmy's crotch. Ginger much slower rose and imitated her. Timmy tapped the inside of her ankles, "Wider," tapping up on her pussy, "I want to see it." She spread a little more.

"Now bitch up." Timmy flicked the floor with the cane. Zoey and Ginger both went down on hands and knees again, head down.

"Good, now, bitch up tight." Zoey folded over her knees. Only her dainty feet stuck out from under her and her forearms were on the floor wrapped around her head. Timmy patiently waited as Ginger watched. Then she tried to imitate folding over her knees, with her face turned to the side peeking over her hand to see if she was doing it right.

Timmy knelt down beside her. "Face on the floor. Kiss the floor," he said as he turned her head. Then he pulled her wrists over her head so her arms were wrapped around her head and she could see nothing. "Remember, that's - bitch up tight. Now ... bitch up tight and pray." Zoey immediately complied, reaching out her arms on the floor. Timmy pulled Gingers wrists out so her arms extended away from her head in front of her, "Palms flat on the floor, fingers reaching out."

Timmy put his hand on her head, "Be careful. When someone tells you to bitch up tight and pray, you could already be in serious trouble. This is the way to show absolute respect and obedience to a Brother. Remember this position when you make a mistake. Stretch your arms out as far as you can." He pulled her hands farther away from her head. "It shows obedience. If you don't know what else to do, bitch up tight and pray. What's this called?"

"Bitch up tight and pray," Zoey answered.

Timmy repeated, "Ginger, what's this position called?"

"Bitch up tight and pray," Ginger echoed.

"Next, ... bitch up and display." Zoey raised up on to her hands and knees and spread her knees widely apart. "Display. That's up higher, up on your hands and knees. Put your knees back and spread them. Knees back farther, and hands forward farther. Look at Zoey, Ginger." Timond reached down and physically directed her stance. Standing, he said, "Good, that's it." He crouched down and rubbed her vulva. "It's like - bitch up - but I should have good access." With his other hand he pushed her head lower, "Keep your head down. When you're not being fucked your head is down to show submission. If I want to fuck you, I can just move between your legs like this." Now he moved behind her ass and reached around her thigh back to her pussy again with his right hand. She tried to look back, but with his left hand he reached forward and pushed her head down again, "Head down. Bitch up means keep your head down or you will get a mark for sure." He paused a few minutes, rubbing her clitoris between two fingers. "The only time you should have your head up is when someone sticks his cock in one of your holes." Timmy was quiet and continued to work his fingers around her clit touching her clit ring with the ring on his index finger.

Ginger was also quiet and still then finally said, "What are you doing?"

At this he pulled a pen from his belt and gave her mark on a butt cheek.

"What ...?" she looked wide-eyed. "Please. No, I'm sorry, but you're scaring me."

He grabbed the cane from the floor, "I'm training you," and he stood and gave the side of her thigh a smack. "Shut your mouth," smacking the other side, "Keep your mouth shut, follow instructions and I will give you a shower before we leave. You can work the mark off, or I'll take you to Brother Muta and he will whip the mark off." He slapped the mark with his cane and moved around in front of her. "But don't ask questions you don't need to know the answer to. A good rule is, don't ask questions... any."

"Bitch down, tight and display," Timmy announced. Zoey rolled over on her back, knees up to her chest but legs spread wide. Ginger watched. "Roll over onto your side like this," going to her right side, he reached over her and pulled, rolling her towards him on to her back. "Good, that's bitch down. Tight means knees up close you your chest." Timmy tapped a shin. Ginger pulled both knees up towards her stomach. "Tighter." This time he tapped harder with the little whip and it made a snap. "Better. Now display. Display means I should be able to do what I want with your pussy. Use your hands to pull up on your ankles, wider and higher. Pull so you keep you butt up high. They should be able to see your asshole." Her feet were high now and her knee spread wide on either side of her hips. He snapped the inside of her thigh with the little whip. "Wider."

"Ouch," she complained but made a greater effort.

Timmy reached down and ran a finger along her outer vaginal lips and spreading the top with two fingers, he pushed his ring finger down to touch her clit ring again and watched her face. She closed her eyes. He pushed his finger in between the lips a little and was going to penetrate her vagina with it but thought better and moved his finger up the inside of her thigh touching it very lightly. His fingers now flowed down the back of her leg and around her feet. He stopped to caress her toes. "This is a good position for you. You have nice feet, Ginger. They're sexy." There was a silence as she breathed audibly. Timmy caressed her foot, then lightly ran his fingers up and down the inside the thigh of her leg, and her collar began a little pulse of pink. His fingers went gently down her sex and lightly circling the little brown star of her anus. He considered fucking her right now but breaking away from the impulse and back to the plan he said, "We'll use this to show you off sometimes." He stood up.

The three spent the next thirty minutes teaching Ginger various positions and practicing, moving from on to the next, as well as long quiet holds, and Timmy frequently groping Ginger's genitals. His hands ran down every part of her body over and over to accustom her to being touched everywhere. At some point in the training the door opened to a girl with tray holding a sandwich and drink. Timmy had her put the tray on the table next to a high stool, where he sat and had his own lunch, but the training did not stop. Finally, when Timmy was confident of his new girl's practice he got down off the high stool.

"Ok, bitch up and display." The girls dropped for what seemed to be the umpteenth time on to their hands and knees. Zoey positioned herself perfectly. But Timmy squatted down next to Ginger and put his hand on her back.

"Display," Timmy commanded. She spread her legs apart a little, and Timmy slapped her ass, "Display."

"Ow!" She jerked her knees farther apart. Ginger started to protest, but suddenly thought better of it, and clinched her mouth shut angrily.

Timmy slipped the ring on his index fingers higher to the next joint and reached his left hand for her vulva from behind between her legs. Finding her clit, he slowly massaged around it and periodically touching his finger ring to her clit ring. The girl's face began to redden. She felt a little cool wetness under her collar, then nothing as the collar's pharmaceuticals were absorbed by her skin almost immediately, followed by an intense sexual compulsion. Of course the little girl was so new to the world of sexuality it would be a while before she could identify it or categorize it. It simply felt like some urgent need. She wanted the hated man to go away, but the feeling not to stop.

She looked back at him. "Head down," he said as he reached up with this right hand and pushed it down lower causing her back to arch. Then he reached under her, brushing fingers across her nipples and his ring against her nibble rings, and then along her tummy. With the fingers of his other hand he continued to work and massage her clit, then backed up a little and penetrated her vagina slightly. The girl inhaled sharply. "Relax. Stay steady and quiet and relax. I'm not going to hurt you." His voice was hypnotic. He smoothed his right hand across her back to make her feel he was touching her everywhere. Timmy could hear her breathing intensify. He wondered if he should try to make her cum, but he remembered what Zaki had told him working with the last bitch. "Slow. Slow means you're in control. So go slow and stay in control." He moved his right hand around her body, across her face, over her forehead and down again under to her small nubbins. "Oo," she made a small sound and he saw her collar flash pink a little. His left hand kept two small fingers on either side of her clit, working it gently. Without warning he moved both hands to her back.

Without looking at her Timmy said, "Zoey, I'm finished with you. You can go back up to the Lounge."

The little girl looked disappointed. She looked at Ginger getting all the attention and getting her pussy rubbed which didn't seem fair because she, herself, had been the obedient one. The bigger girls always seemed to get more attention. But she rose to her feet and gathered up the food dish, saying nothing. The door swished open for her and then closed after her.

Timond walked over to the blanket. Ginger watched him and felt some relief that this must almost be over. Maybe he would let her take a break.

"Bitch down tight here," he said waving fingers to come. Without standing Ginger crawled over and rolled over on to the blanket on her back next to him.

"Tight and display," moving her shins up, pushing her thigh close to her chest, "Keep your knees up tight. Tighter against your chest... good. Display, keep your knees spread. Good, remember, access," He reached for his girl's pussy again.

Now with his other hand he pulled a little tube of lubricant from his belt pouch, spread it on her clit and began to work her clit and labia. "Look at me." Ginger looked back at him, then looked away feeling very embarrassed as he messaged her sex. "Look at me, Ginger. Eyes up here." He touched her chin with his thumb and finger so her face towards his. At first she closed her eyes, then she opened them.

She stared at him. "Just keep looking at me." He felt her clit begin to get harder. He circled it, and pulled his ringed index finger along side her clit ring, then moved two fingers down along the lips, then back up and very gently pressed the little nub of clitoris between them. She rounded her lips and puffed a little air. "Relax. Stay still and we'll get you washed up soon." He was almost whispering. "You've done really well." He could see the wetness under her collar.

"Just relax, Ginger," his voice almost tenderly kind. He moved down closer to her, putting one arm around her head with the hand on her shoulder. The other hand continued to work at her sex. "Your doing great. You have beautiful eyes." She closed her eyes, then looked at him again. Staring back, she blew a little air out between her rounded lips. For her now, it was the feeling of being in this young man's arms. "You're getting wet," he whispered. The little girl felt like he was casting some kind of magical spell on her. This horrible man was making her feel good. Or maybe she thought she was casting a magical spell on him. Is this what it feels like to be grown up? A woman? Was this horrible man falling in love with her?

Her body's genetic heritage of thousands and millions of years recognized and memorized that feeling immediately. Her legs spread wide welcoming the little finger. Her eyes were locked on his asking for more of his attention.

From Timmy's perspective it was another example of the almost magical power of Brotherhood science paired with what Brother Samuel called "artistic male domination". At this moment he was feeling Brother Samuel's encouragement to him a couple of weeks prior, that he had "a real talent for bitch management". Her collar began to have a steady pink glow. After a minute or so, he stuck his smallest finger into her vagina deeper this time. There was in fact, nothing to obstruct it but the hole was very tight. Before her arrival in the care and custody of the Brotherhood, that uncle or someone or something had removed whatever hymen she had been born with. As she felt her vagina stretch, the girl reacted with a flinch. Timmy backed off and from his belt pouch he slipped a small finger vibe over his middle finger. Without actually touching her clitoris, he worked the vibe around it gently, up and down her labia. Her collar began to pulse a bright pink. Laying down closer to her, he touched her side with his cradling her. Placing his mouth very close to hers, he whispered, "You're my good little bitch, Ginger. Good little bitch. Cum for me now, Ginger. Cum for me now, sweet." Her vaginal lips began to get very wet now and the vibe changed tone. Whispering, kissing her ear, brushing her lips and more whispers... in less than 2 minutes, the girl caught her breath. She closed her eyes, held her breath and gripped Timmy's arm so hard it hurt a little. Timmy slipped his finger down to feel her anus pulsing and kept his thumb on her clit, until her legs clamped together trapping his hand between them. Her collar turned a solid red, then pulsed rapidly, then slowed. She was almost, but not totally soundless, now just barely breathing and sweating, and then she held her breath. Finally she released a small moan and then she began to breath again. "Good girl," Timmy said holding her while she recovered. Her eyes were closed tight and her breathing was slowing. Timmy brushed her hair from her face. After a minute, he leaned over to give the little girl a quick kiss on the cheek, released her and pushed her shoulders up, "Good bitch."

"Alright into the shower," he said reaching for the cane leaning against the chair and pointing it at a corner where there was a drain and a hand sprayer. "Let's get you cleaned up." She looked at him with a bit of confusion as if seeing him for the first time, then raising, moved towards the shower.

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by Alexander Martin

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