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

Story codes: Mdom, Mg, bg, ped, reluct, preteen, MC, mild torture

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Summary: Ginger's introduction to sucking cock.

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Characters

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

Ginger (#2326): 11 yr old girl, a convert

Johnny: 8 yr old boy, a convert

Khan: 19 year old Thai visiting boy, excellent English

Powder: Johnny's 8 yr old twin sister who was also converted, his fluffer

(unknown name): A tall, blond Nordic woman accompanying Khan

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#2326 Day 3 at 19:20 Novum Academy for Young Men

on Sublevel 3 Training room 2

The door slid open and Johnny came in followed by his fluffer on a leash.

"Your late," said Timmy sitting in a chair with Ginger on his lap curled under a little blanket watching a video. She looked at Johnny and his fluffer then immediately back to the video.

Video the Art of Cock Sucking"...Thoroughly clean the scrotum with your tongue. Lick the scrotum thoroughly on both sides and under the sac. It is not uncommon to catch a hair on the tongue and feel it in the mouth, but it is never appropriate to express any disapproval or discomfort. At Novum Academy for Young Men, a bitch of quality never loses focus on the cock's pleasure. Remember that a man's pubic hair is an important symbol of a your worship of..."

"I'm sorry Mr. Timond. Reverend Sendd was giving me an ... exam and then he gave me a bath. I told him I had to help you but he told me he couldn't rush and you would understand. ... Kneel and display bitch!" Johnny was practically yelling at his fluffer.

Video the Art of Cock Sucking "... It is always a good strategy to begin by sucking each ball into your mouth individually. Not only does it feel pleasant to the cocksman but shows a high degree of respect for the..."

The girl accompanying him seemed unperturbed. She simply knelt on the floor in front of the video screen next to Timmy's girl.

Video the Art of Cock Sucking "A good bitch constantly is watching the eyes of her handler looking for direction and response. Every man will give clues as to their likes and dislikes. It is the job of the bitch to ..."

"Take it easy, little buddy. I put on a video, so it was not a big deal. I appreciate you coming up to help," Timmy turned to the girls watching the screen, "Now what's your girl's name? Powter?"

"Powder."

"Bael, video off. Powder, Ginger over here. Johnny, time to pull out the trouser furniture and have a seat in the throne. Girls, kneel in front of Johnny."

Johnny, even though only in Form 3, and only being 8 years old, had pants like the bigger boys. He unzipped them so the crotch completely opened up, even his ass. Then he pulled the center out of the seat of the big red chair and sat down in it, his boots a few centimeters short of the floor. Powder bounced over in front of him. She was wearing a black shiny shirt that stuck out and a little tiny black "bra" that was nothing more than two small triangles held by a neck strap and a strap around her back bade of the same shiny black plastic. The skirt was very low and would have shown her butt crack if she didn't have such a long reddish brown pony tail that hung a few centimeters lower than the top of the skirt. Under Powder's skirt were black net hose that made her look older than 8 years old. But she was the same age as Johnny but Timmy knew she was a good little bitch and would be a good eager model for Ginger.

Ginger looked back at the blank video screen. She didn't want to move. Even though the video was dirty and disgusting, it was better than this room and this life. But after a brief pause, she turned, throwing the little blanket off. Johnny and Powder could see she was wearing a thin blue camisole that came just above her crotch and a pair of thick, white socks. She crawled over, dragging herself compliantly to sit in front of the boy, legs crossed.

"Kneel, like Powder," Timmy admonished. She looked at Timmy then Powder and again the girl complied.

"Mouth open, Ginger," Timmy tried to casually remind her but she sneered at him. He waited. "Look. Like that," he said pointing at Powder who now made a show of having her head back and her mouth rounded in an open "O".

Ginger looked at her derisively. Timond waited. She opened her mouth a little.

Timmy released an audible breath. Sitting down on a small stool at Ginger's side Timmy asked, "Ginger, can you tell me what you learned from the video?"

Ginger was quiet for a second apparently dismissing her first response then said, "That you're going to make me do something else sick?"

"Ginger ..." Timmy paused to consider what to say next, "Ok, listen, I'm not going to start by giving you a mark. Here's what's important. Sucking a man's cock is an easy way to give him pleasure, and that's your job. Second, it's an important way to show him you understand he's in the boss and he's in control. Do you understand that?"

Ginger looked away. Timmy was concerned about what to do next. This might be a good time to revisit the Behavior Chamber so that she takes marks seriously.

But before he could say anything Ginger looked at Johnny's crotch and said, "Yes." She was very good at finding just the very edge of "acceptable" and avoid serious consequences, yet still display obstinance rather than compliance. Timmy remembered a conversation he had listened to when Brother Pike had discussed this to Zaki, when Zaki had asked for advice about a new bitch that was being difficult. At some point, he would have to start pushing in that line, at the same time building trust and dependency, because Brother Pike had explained that attitude would only effectively change when the desire for approval grew in her. Today he would look for that desire.

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"Ok ... so now ... watch. Johnny, could you have Powder start?"

"Service with your mouth, bitch," Johnny put his hands on his knees.

Powder bent very low on her hands and knees and actually put her head under the chair. Then she rather awkwardly turned up and kissed Johnny's ass twice, once for each cheek. Backing up, she cupped his testicles in one hand and kissed each. Then she cupped took his small penis in her hand and kissed the tip. Ginger could see that Johnny had a ring around the base of his genitals. It looked similar to the ring that Timmy wore and the small ring in Powder's nose but much larger and, like Timmy's, wrapped all the way around and over to encompass both his cock and his testicles, pulling them together.

"Good. Stop Powder," Timmy interrupted. Looking at Ginger, "See how she kissed his ass. That's because he had it showing. So that was 5 kisses, back to front, butt cheek, butt cheek, when they are showing, then ball, ball, cock tip. Novum etiquette. If a man's ass is showing, start with kissing his butt cheeks. Now you, Ginger."

She looked up at him, making no sound, but in her eyes Timmy could see, "Really?"

"Come on. It's awkward at first and if you need to practice kissing his ass that's what we will focus on. Kiss each cheek just like we practiced this afternoon."

The girl put her hand on the chair leg and reached under. She found it difficult to turn that far up so she rolled over, and found there were two bars on each side of the hole. "Oh shit. I think I'm going to throw up. I can't do this," she said staring up at the boy's anus peeking through the throne hole.

She put her hands in them and used them to pull herself up to kiss his cheeks. Then she scooted out and kissed the balls and cockhead. She was becoming inured to the bizarre rituals of this insane place.

"Sometimes your handler will tell you to clean his ass, or say something like -'A little rimming, bitch.' Rim means you have to get your tongue up in his asshole as far as you can and lick everything around it," Timmy explained. "You kind of fuck your tongue into his asshole."

"That's dirty," Ginger almost spat when she said it. "That's disgusting."

"Yeah, that's kind of the point, but whatever. When you're told to do it, just do it," Timmy said patiently.

"You need to shut up, bitch," Johnny warned with far less patience.

"Its like a greeting. Now, uuh ... Powder, service Mr. Johnny."

Powder put her mouth over Johnny's small cock and took it all in to get it wet. She pushed in until her nose ring touched his cock ring. Then pulled back making a sucking sound as she pulled it off. Next she took the base of his cock, jacking it with one hand and messaged his balls with the other, and sucking the tip in and out of her mouth. Johnny grabbed her head and threw his back, "Ouu ouu ouu...". Neither Ginger nor Timmy were certain whether he liked it or not, but he didn't stop her.

In a minute, Timmy interrupted again, "Ok Ginger. Your turn."

Powder sat back on her knees out of the way and Johnny reached over putting his hand behind Ginger's head, "Suck bitch."

Timmy smiled a bit. For an 8 year old this kid certainly worked at showing his dominance. Johnny was actually beginning to get hard now.

"Just kiss it first. Very delicately give it a kiss." Timmy put his hand behind her shoulder blades. "You don't have to touch it with your hands yet."

She didn't move at first, but after a few seconds she leaned forward, puckered her lips and gently gave it a tiny kiss.

"Good. Now, open your mouth, tongue on your lower lip and just take the tip in." Timmy imitated what he wanted her to do. She looked at him then looked at the small penis. Leaning forward the tip of the cock slid up her tongue into her mouth.

"Theck," she blurted and backed off.

"Good, Ginger. Try it again, and hold it in like Powder did." Timmy gave the girl a tiny push on the shoulder.

"I can taste pee," she said as if that would be alarming. Timmy didn't reply but only motioned towards the little cock in her hand with his eyes.

Slowly she leaned forward and the penis slid into her mouth again.

"Good girl. Close your lips around it and just suck on it," he said in a reassuring tone. "Like a baby."

After a few minutes, Ginger was started imitating what she had just seen Powder do. With a bit of poor timing, Johnny grabbed her ears and started fucking her face. "Johnny, let's save face fucking for a little later. Why don't we just let her practice on you first, ok brother?"

Ginger was spitting. Johnny twisted up his mouth a bit, "Ok, but when Timmy is ready, I fuck that mouth of yours, little bitch."

Timmy thought this was ironic again. The girl was older and bigger than him, but in his own mind, he was in charge. It's more difficult for converts but this kid will be a Brother some day, Timmy thought to himself.

Powder leaned over closer to Ginger's face, "He likes his balls played with." Powder reached down pushed Ginger's hands up. Ginger took his little balls in her fingers.

"Squeeze a little bit, not to hard. For some guys the balls are sensitive and you have to watch the guy's reaction." Timmy coached, "They'll let you know."

Powder put her fingers around Johnny's nuts, "Pull down a little bit; kind of stretch them out. You can even move down and put them in your mouth and suck both of them."

Powder moved her head down and sucked a testicle in her mouth, then backed off with a sucking sound.

Ginger put her head down, and sucked both his nuts into her mouth then pulled her head back letting them pop out with a loud swack. Timmy could tell she was getting into it.

"It's easy to suck his in, they're so small." Powder tried to explain. But Timmy immediately smacked her face.

Timmy took Powder by the mouth, "But you never say anything like that. You say exactly the opposite, something about how nice they are and you like big balls."

"I'm sorry," Powder looked down. "Your balls are really nice, Mr. Johnny."

"Ginger what do you say?" Timmy reached over and pushed her face close to Johnny's crotch.

Ginger looked at Powder then up at Johnny, "Yeah, you have gigantic balls, Johnny."

Draw the line in, Timmy thought to himself. Timmy got up and took a switch from the table, "Ok, I see where this is going." He gave Ginger a very hard smack on an ass cheek with the switch.

"Ooowww!"

"MISTER Johnny. And none of us are so stupid. More sarcasm and I will use a pen to mark your ass instead of this switch. Old Raspy can remove that mark for you. I hate going there but you have to take me seriously, Ginger, and I'll do whatever it takes."

Timmy paused waiting for her. She said nothing. "Ginger?"

She looked at him then finally said, "You have nice balls, Mr. Johnny."

"Good," Timmy said approvingly, "Now back to his cock. Take it into your mouth all the way, and first get it really wet. ... Good ... all the way. Your nose should push into his stomach. ... more." Timmy put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it towards Johnny and down a little.

When he did this, she finally got all 6 centimeters or so of his cock into her mouth but also her nose ring touched Johnny's cock ring that ran around the base of his cock and balls. As this happened Ginger again felt a momentary wetness under her collar followed by a slight elation and tingling in her pelvis. She released a tiny "mmm" and she dove a little harder and sucked the cock more into her mouth. The girl was still unconscious of the significance of the connection between her tiny nose ring and the cock ring but the feeling was the urge for more.

"Good girl." Timmy petted her blond hair. "Use your tongue. Suck it and as you back off. Use your tongue along the bottom," Timmy coached. "Now don't take your mouth off but tickle the top with your tongue." He pulled her head back a little, "Here look. Pull the skin back." Timmy put his fingers next to Gingers on the boys penis and helped her hold it. "See this head? Very sensitive and this little hole?" He pointed with his other hand. "It's called the urethra. More sensitive. So when you come back, run your tongue around the head and across the urethra, then suck the cock back in."

For several more minutes Ginger worked the cock diligently. Each time she took it all in her mouth she put her nose against his stomach. Unfortunately the pharmaceutical reward was not consistent, but eventually Timmy heard her make another "mm" and he knew the program and given her another squirt of OZ. He was close enough that he could smell it briefly before her skin absorbed it. This time she put her hand up to her collar to touch it and it gave a little warning "beep".

"Leave your collar alone, Ginger," Timond said evenly. "Never touch it. Now go down again. Take it all in." He pushed on the back of her head again.

"When you go all the way down, it's called deep throating. Most men like that," Timmy said to her stroking her hair a little. While the girl worked, Timmy got up and got a cup of water from the training room's water closet. He positioned a low stool next to her, "Keep it wet. You need to keep a lot of saliva in your mouth. It's ok to ask for a drink when the blowjob is casual. Here." He offered her the water. She pulled her head back and the cock made a popping noise as it came out of her mouth. "Good, Ginger. That's what I like to hear. It means you are sucking the cock." She took a drink of water, sloshed it around in her mouth and swallowed.

Ginger put her head back down to Johnny's crotch, licked his balls and pushed her nose ring against the cock ring that ran over his penis and under his balls. Timond was impressed at how quickly she had discerned one of the functions of the rings. When a girl's rings get in close proximity to a boy's rings, she is occasionally rewarded with drugs from her collar. He looked at Powder. Powder looked at him then spoke to Ginger, "Don't do that, Ginger. That's called nuzzling and your not supposed to do that."

Ginger pulled back and looked at Timond, "What?"

"Don't nuzzle his crotch," Timmy answered, "Focus on Johnny's pleasure. Your job is to please him. Now work his cock. Remember when a man's cock is soft, work on making it hard. And when it's hard, work on making it cum."

She took his cock in one hand and stuck it in her mouth and took his balls with her other hand.

Powder pushed Ginger's blond hair back to see better. "You can pump it with your hand and suck the tip. They like that. A lot of guys cum that way," Powder said softly.

Ginger worked for several minutes, picking up the pace. Finally, feeling ineffective, she sat back on her heels. She looked up at Johnny and smiled.

"You're doing good, Ginger," Timond encouraged.

"Where's your place, bitch?" Johnny looked down at her and spread his feet a little farther apart.

"Where's my place? My place?" The girl shrugged, "I don't know."

Johnny rolled his eyes and Powder gave a little snort. "No you have to say, -At the end of your cock, sir.- Don't say I don't know. Say it, -At the end of your cock, sir."

Ginger looked at Timmy to see if he was going to hit her. He was biting his lip. "At the end of your cock, sir," she repeated then she smiled at Johnny again. He grabbed her ears and pulled her head towards his phallus. She took the base in her hand and dove back over it.

"Mr. Timond," suddenly a disembodied voice announced, "A request for conversation has come from Mr. Khan. Will you accept it?"

"Yes, I'll talk to him at the wall panel," Timmy said as he stood up. "Keep her practicing, Johnny."

"Mr. Timond, can I take a little break. It's not cumming and it feels kinda ... raw," Johnny asked. "I want to see her titties. She should be showing me her titties."

"Yeah, Johnny's right. Take your cami off, Ginger, so he can see those cute little titties," Timmy answered as he walked to the screen near the door.

"Here. Let me help," Powder said pulling up on Ginger's camisole dress. Ginger went up a little on her knees to pull the hem of the dress from under her.

Ginger raised her arms as Powder pulled it over her head, "Did you have to do this too?" She said from under the dress.

"Do what?" Powder said pulling up over her arms.

"Learn how to give blowjobs, like in a little class or something."

"Oh. Yeah, most girls do. Usually in a work session with a Brother. I've done that. But I already knew how to do blowjobs before Daddy brought us here. He had me blow Johnny when ... I mean Mr. Johnny, when we was little." Powder threw the dress aside. And him, I mean I always blew Daddy too. And his friends and stuff. Daddy says I was an expert cocksucker before I would walk." She reached over to pull on Ginger's very small cones in an effort to "fluff them up".

"What do you mean -when we was little-?" Ginger looked her trying to process what she said.

"I mean, I'm Johnny's sister ... or I mean ..." she looked at Johnny as she said this and realized she should shut up. " ... I mean I used to be Mr. Johnny's sister but now I'm his fluffer and he ..." Powder looked up at Johnny. ... he fucks me really good and lets me suck'em ..." Powder decided to stop talking.

"There's no sisters here," Johnny said proudly. "She isn't my sister any more. Dad says we can use her as a fluffer till we trade her. Or he says we might get her bred if he doesn't join the Brotherhood, but if he does we'll trade her for ... for stock, breeding stock." Then he glared at his sister, "And he's not - daddy - to you, Bitch. He told you to call him Mr. Saul."

"Sorry," Powder answered without looking him in the eyes.

Johnny looked at Ginger and waved a finger. "Come'ere I want to feel your titties."

Ginger looked at Timmy. He was talking to the Asian guy on the screen about what they were doing. She looked back at Johnny and tried to think of how she could keep his little 8 year old paws off of herself. She looked down at his little dangling penis. "So ... I should probably suck you some more. I need more practice and you're getting ..."

"Shut up and come here, bitch," Johnny said in a little boy tantrum voice.

Ginger turned and looked at Timmy and he turned to look at her. Turning back to Johnny, she scooted closer to him so that he was barely in reach. But Johnny leaned forward and grabbed at one small breast, locking on to the ring.

"Ow!" Ginger reacted to the sensitive new tit ring's stress. "Shit on you, you little pig."

Powder put her arm around her and said, "Ginger, don't talk that way to a boy. You've got to let him handle you." She pushed on Ginger's shoulder, "Johnny, you're going to tear something or hurt her and get in trouble. Let her move up."

The proximity of the ring in her nipple and the ring on Johnny's index finger was signaled to her collar, and even though they did not touch, she scored another tiny dose of OZ. Ginger suddenly felt light and hungry and less resistant. She immediately scooted forward, almost too close now. Powder was behind her and rubbed Ginger's butt as Johnny explored her small breasts, flipping them to experiment with their resilience and texture.

"You like that don't you? These are bigger than Powder's." Johnny announced admiringly. "She getting them too cause Daddy and me and our new friends are fucking her and feeding her cum," he said grinning at his sister. Then he reached around Ginger's head and grabbing her hair, pulled her head back. "You better watch your mouth, bitch."

"Look," Powder said trying to divert the situation. She went up on her knees and turned her back to Ginger. Looking back and lifting her skirt behind to show the top of her black net hose and her naked butt cheeks. "See. Daddy says ... I mean, Mr. Saul says that every the guys fuck my ass, my cheeks get bigger." She raised her skirt higher to show off her butt. "That's why he sends me to The Lounge a lot.

"And Daddy says when we feed her cum it makes her titties bigger and when me and my friends fuck her, it makes her pussy puff up." Johnny pushed on his former sister and current fluffer's arm, signaling her to turn around. She walked her knees to rotate and Johnny picked up the front of her skirt to show her naked pussy lips between the black net stockings.

"Your father lets other men have sex with you? You have sex with him?" Ginger looked at Powder in dismay. "It's really wrong. It's sick. It's twisted, Powder." She shook her head.

"You're just jealous cause you aren't fucking yet. I'm a real fuck bitch not just a fluffer like you." Powder sat down hard on her ankles and Johnny let her skirt down.

"Yeah, she's in Form 3 but she's fucking and you're not. You're not even a bitch, really." Johnny looked at her sharply. "Mr. Timond said it's going to be a week before you get bitched out and Powder's been fucking for a long time. Daddy's been fucking her since she was a baby and you shut up, fluffer."

Timmy must have finished his conversation with Khan on the computer screen and was walking towards the other side of the room. "You three stop fussing and, Johnny, I want to teach her a different position. If she's leaning over you her titties look bigger. I want her to understand that. Help me with the extending cot, would ya?"

Johnny jumped up and "accidentally" kicked Ginger's knee as he went to help Timmy.

Johnny joined Timmy at the wall where a cot was hidden in a drawer. As they were expanding it Timmy noticed Ginger had not moved. He paused and looked at her. "Socks off, too. Feet are sexy but socks are not," Timmy said going back to the puzzle of the cot.

"Please, you said I was doing good and my toes are still cold. Can I just keep them on?" the girl whined.

Timmy stopped his work and did not verbally respond, but his look became a cold steel and he glanced at the small horse riding crop with a flat, flap-like end on the table.

"Ooh, okay," the girl stood and pulled the socks off laying them neatly on the table beside the whip. Timmy went back to the task of extending the cot. And the girl went back to where she had been servicing Johnny and sat down on the stool that Timmy had just abandoned. Johnny saw it first and stopped working, "Mr. Timond?"

"I think you just pull it here," Timmy responded looking at the cot contraption.

The door to the training room slid open and Timmy looked up to see Khan entering followed by a statuesque blond young woman dressed in a short black skirt and tight, uplifting red and black bra.

Looking back at the folded cot, Timmy said, "Khan! Welcome. I see you found that Nordic playmate you were looking for."

"Courtesy of the Brotherhood," Khan answered. "Long and comfortable. I want to find one of these I can acquire and take back with me. If I could find a few of them, I could be a hero."

"You should ask Reverend Sendd or Brother Samuel about that. I think it's possible. They really want your visit here as to be happy as they can make. They want better relations with the Thai Brotherhood and you are an important ... Brother Samuel called it ... conduit."

"Mr. Timond ..." Johnny tried to interrupt.

Khan looked at the girl sitting quietly on the stool. "So how's your training going?"

"Not bad," Timond answered still futzing with the cot mechanism. "Want your cock sucked?"

"Well, sure. Who doesn't?" Khan smiled, "I have to say, she looks comfortable. More comfortable than Thai bitches in training."

"Yeah, that's what I mean," Johnny said staring at the girl who had her hands folded between her legs waiting patiently sitting on the small stool.

Timmy looked up and looked at his girl too. "Fuck! Off the chair, bitch!"

"But ... it's not a ..." Before she could complete the sentence, Timmy had dropped the cot and crossed the room to the table and the whip.

The girl jumped up, but this did not deter him. Grabbing the whip he gave her a shove, "Bitch up. Tight!" He slapped across her bare thigh with the whip.

As soon as she was down and huddling in a tight ball on her knees with her face to the floor Timmy gave her ass a very hard crack with the whip. "Pray!" he barked.

The girl cried into the floor, "I'm sorry! I didn't ..." She stretched out her arms across the floor above her head. "I didn't think ..." her apology devolved into weeping and Timmy smacked her ass again and she simply cried. Timmy looked at her. Khan surveyed the room. Fixing his eyes at the other side of the room, Khan said, "Let's show her a bit of Thailand. Let's put her on the T-post, face-up ... kneeling and you put a spreader just above her knees. Let's get that cunt out."

Get that cunt out? Timmy wondered what that meant. He retrieved the spreader bar hanging from the T-post. "Up. On your knees and display."

She continued to weep. Pushing herself up with her hands, "I'm really sorry, please ... really please?" she pleaded through the weeping.

"Up on your knees and display." Timmy was quieter now. He snapped her ass cheek with the small flat crop. She shot up onto her knees and spread them apart. "Wider. Spread wider," he said as he touched inside her thigh.

After she widened her stance to the point of being unstable, Timmy reached and strapped the spreader bar between her legs just above the knees. Then holding her shoulder with one hand, he flicked a butt cheek with the whip, "Up. Stand up."

Khan came over to one side and grabbed an arm. Timmy took her under the other arm and pulled her up. As she continued to plead and cry, they frog marched her to the T-post on the other side of the room. The post had a large crossbar that formed the top of the T. Timmy turned her around and pushed her down so she was kneeling with her back to it and her toes pointed back towards the post. The girl sobbed, "I promise I won't do it again. I promise I'll just sit on the floor or stand or do whatever you say. Don't hurt me, please?"

Khan pushed her backwards and they both held her arms. Timmy spoke, "Put your hand up here." He guided it up and strapped her hand to the bar with self-adhesive straps that hung from it's ends.

"Now this one here my dear," Khan said has pulled her hand up to the crossbar on his side. Now the blond was leaning back against the crossbar with her arms strapped on each and her knees spread wide apart. He head hung back, her hair falling behind the bar.

"Keep your head up. You will learn something here," Khan said pushing her head forward. He stood and picked up the stool. Bringing it to the girl, he extended his hand towards Timmy's riding crop. "May I borrow your popper, please?"

Khan took the whip in his other hand and snapped her ass hard with it. "Up my dear. Get your butt up... (snap) up ... (snap) higher... (snap)." Now the girl was over extended on her knees with her crotch very uncomfortably high and her arms tied to the T.

Through weeping, "I ... can't get ... any ... higher, please!" the girl continued her pleading. Then she screamed in sheer frustration.

Khan stuck the stool under her butt, "Very well. You may sit on Mr. Timond's stool now. That's good. Feel free to relax. I want you to remember the feeling of sitting on Mr. Timond's stool."

The girl sobbed letting her ass down on the little stool. Her knees still under her against the floor and her vulva exposed lewdly to the men. "Mr. Johnny, please bring your bitch over here that she can learn about sitting on a man's chair." Turning to the blond woman he had brought with him and pointing to the floor beside Ginger, "Bitch, kneel here. Display and observe."

Johnny brought his Powder over and had her kneel to watch Ginger. The blond woman who had accompanied Khan did as she was told, sitting on knees with her legs spread wide and hands resting on her thighs. She looked up at him.

"Display your tits for me, bitch," Khan commanded, "I like a nice pair of tits." The woman removed the top of her bra. The rest of the bra remained which was two cups that held up and displayed each breast. Laying the top part beside herself, she looked up again and smiled. "Ah... more American technology," Khan smiled back and reached down and gave one of her nipples a twist. This wiped the woman's smile and she closed her eyes slightly but otherwise did not react or make a sound.

Khan turned his attention to Ginger. He swept the whip up smacking the girls vulva with ferocity. The girl screamed. Everyone else, except Khan, jumped. The girls could see the terrible pain. Johnny and Timond were surprised.

Khan handed Timmy the crop. "She's your bitch. You take it from here, Mr. Timond."

The girl was wailing and pleading. Timmy watched her for a few seconds evaluating the situation. Once when discussing old Raspy, Brother Samuel had told him that often some men lose their focus and assume that any expression of power and violence will serve their purpose. It is better, he said, to stay focused on the goal. But that always begged the question, what is your goal, Timmy? One thing he knew for certain was that the girl's pussy was a delicate piece of tissue that he was responsible for. Conversely he was sure that the Asian would judge him by weakness or strength.

Timmy bent down next to the crying girl and spoke softly into her ear. Without looking or anyone else seeing he moved his index finger's ring up higher on the finger, then put the finger over her mouth intentionally, the ring actually touching her nose ring. "Shhhhh ... I am training you and here is what you need to learn. Making a lot of noise and begging is only going to make the situation worse. Do you want me to whip my pussy some more?"

The girl closed her mouth, and panting through her nose shook her head.

"Good. I want to take good care of my little pussy, so here's what I want you to do." Timmy pulled a small, very thin dildo that he had been planning on using later from a belt pouch and held it in front of her mouth. "Clinch your teeth on this." The girl continued to pant with her mouth closed and looked at him, pleading with her eyes. "Come on, between your teeth." Opening her mouth a little, he stuck it in and she bit down, their eyes locked. "Now Ginger, you were a very bad girl and your going to receive two more swats so that you will never, never forget. But stay quiet. Be my quiet, compliant little bitch, OR we will have to continue this lesson in the Behavior chamber with Brother Muta. Understand?"

The girl did nothing, staring in his eyes. Finally nodding her head in a couple of quick jerks.

Timmy stood, moved between her knees and without ceremony brought the crop's flat end down hard with a load smack on her pubic bone right above her clit. Ginger, Johnny and the other girls jerked, but the only sound was the girl exhaling hard, then panting around the dildo. Timmy was impressed. "Maybe she can really do it," he thought to himself. This time he snapped the crop up, hard against her vulva. Now she exhaled very hard and her panting resumed with tears running down her cheeks.

Timmy bent down again and ran his fingers through her hair. Taking the dildo end in his hand, "Release."

The little 11 year old opened her mouth and Timmy returned the dildo to his pouch and snapped it. He could hear a few suppressed sobs. "Ok, tell me what you learned."

They all waited while she formed her words, "A stool is a chair."

"And?" Timmy released one arm from the crossbar.

She shook her head, "Don't sit in a chair."

Releasing the other hand, "And?"

Putting his hand on her back he pushed her forward. "And?"

She sat up on her knees as Timmy unstrapped the spreader bar from her legs and handed it to Johnny. "Pray," Timmy said to her as he stood. The girl looked up for a few seconds then went down onto her knees with her arms extended and face on the floor. They could hear a sob. "And?" Timmy repeated.

The girl shook her head into the floor. "Don't say anything when someone is whipping you? ... I don't know." she said in a barely audible voice.

"You are here for men's pleasure. You're a toy. But when you're being punished, you're a silent toy. Understand?"

The girl nodded into the floor.

"Say thank you to Mr. Khan for his teaching," Timmy kicked a side a little with his foot, "then get up."

"Thank you, Mr. Khan," the girl a shaky voice still talking to the floor.

"Perhaps you can demonstrate your appreciation on his cock." Timmy turned to his Thai colleague, "Mr. Khan, I was trying to set up the cot and teach her to go down on a cock. What do you think?"

"Actually, I prefer to stand when fucking a mouth." Pointing to the floor in front of himself, "Bitch, kneel and service."

Ginger pushed herself up and looked at where he stood, then at her Mr. Timond. Timmy pointed at Khan with his mouth and gave a quick nod. She crawled over to him, sat on her feet and spread her knees as she knew would be required.

Khan looked at the buxom blond that he had brought and gave his index finger a single wag. Jumping up, she smiled, sashayed over to Khan and put one arm around his neck. Khan put a hand around her back to her opposite breast and flipped her nipple with a couple of fingers.

Ginger looked at Timmy again but he just watched. She reached up to undo his crotch and Khan looked down and slapped her face with his other hand. "Ask first, bitch."

The girl pursed her lips and in a shaky, squeaky voice asked, "May I please suck your cock?"

"Yes, you may untie that top string," Khan said looking down at her.

Ginger pulled on the string at the top of his cotton trousers. The knot fell apart immediately and his brownish cock and sac of balls fell out as the crotch separated. She kissed each ball as she had been taught and kissed the tip of his penis. It was already partially sticking out and so much bigger than little Johnny's. She stared at it for a second then cautiously took the tip into her mouth and made a loud sucking noise. The tall blond looked down with Khan and tittered. Then she reached up and rubbed his stomach, then chest brushing his little tits with her fingers as he was brushing hers.

Johnny watched from where he had perched himself on a stool. He snapped his fingers at his fluffer sister then pointed at his naked crotch. She sauntered over, her mouth turned up a bit, and dutifully went down on his little penis.

Ginger reached her hand around the cock and tried stuffing as much as she could into her mouth.

"Pump it with your hand while you suck it with your mouth." Timmy said as he pulled up a high stool to sit nearer to her. "Use your other hand to massage his balls."

"Push it all the way in and suck it as you pull back," he encouraged.

"Work your tongue around the head. That's the most sensitive part."

"Get it all the way in."

The cock was getting stiffer now and pushing it all the way forced it to the back of her throat. The little 11 year old choked and pulled it out of her mouth, gagging, wanting to throw up.

"Swallow, Ginger. When it gets to the back of your throat swallow. It's difficult but you'll get used to it with practice. Go. come on."

Ginger looked at him, "I ..." then stopped and put it back in her mouth.

"Go. As far as you can and swallow."

The girl carefully stuck it slowly farther and farther into her mouth. Timmy could see her trying to swallow but it pointed up sharply now and he knew this wasn't going to work well. He wanted her down in a 69 position but he didn't want to tell Khan what to do. Johnny was actually a better assistant for the training. He decided to be patient.

Khan, however, was not patient. He brought his hand around from his woman and grabbed Ginger's ears with both hands. He gave her mouth several hard fucks, then held her head down on his cock as far as he could go. Timmy could see she couldn't breath. He wondered how long he should wait before intervening. Finally Khan pushed the girl back and she fell onto the floor catching herself gasping, gagging and retching.

Powder stopped her ministrations on Johnny and watched the action.

"Enough of amateurs. Let's go up to the Lounge my sweet. I need some professional attention," Khan said swaggering out of the room. "See you tomorrow, Timmy."

Timmy was surprised at his quick exit. He looked down at Ginger and got off his stool. She was still gagging. Fortunately her stomach was empty which reminded Timmy that he was very hungry. He walked over to a hook holding her leash, grabbing it said, "Come on. You did pretty good, till the end anyway. Let's go back to the room. I'll get you some juice." He snapped her leash on.

"SHIT!" she stopped gagging long enough to curse and pant. "You people are sooo mean!"

"Yeah, ok. Here." Timmy reached down under her arm and pulled her up. She wiped her mouth with her other arm.

"This sucks," she said getting her feet under her and pushing up.

"That's the idea," Timmy said casually, "Johnny, thanks for the help. The bitch and I are going back to my room. I see you tomorrow maybe. I'm not certain but I might have her start sucking cocks in Form 5 tomorrow."

The door swept open for the four and closed behind them.

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by Alexander Martin

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