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, ped, reluct, anal, NC, enema

Summary: A girl is inducted into the cult by submitting her to sodomy.

Characters

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

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

Cissi : 10 year old convert. Father is Howard Lechman, a convert.

Pidyn: 13 year old boy

Brother Pikkemand (Pike) : Timond's training counselor

Brother Hammo: One of the training coaches in the gym

Brother Willy : Works in shipping

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(#2326 Day 08) and #2339 Day 1 8:03

Novum Academy for Young Men on level 6 in Brother Pike's office

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"Brother Willy, I would like you to meet Mr. Timond. He is one of our best Form 6 students and an excellent bitch trainer. We have had some fine results from him the past few years and Brother Samuel and I believe he will be your best choice as a lead trainer." As Brother Pike spoke his introductions, the two shook hands.

"And this is Pidyn, an excellent Form 4 student who will work under Mr. Timond's direction," Pike said as he placed his hand on the tall lanky 12 year old boy's shoulder. Pidyn nodded and shook hands with Brother Willy.

"It's good to meet you both Brother Samuel has said some good things about both of you. I wanted to meet you as I dropped her off. So Pidyn, you've got pretty good recommendations from your counselor here and your instructors, but I hear you bring just the right size tool for our task." He watched Pidyn's reaction. Nobody was certain whether he was testing the boy, or wanted to see his penis, or looking for reassurance, or what the comment was meant to spur. But he met Pidyn's eyes and the boy searched for how to answer.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I guess so, sir. I've fucked some bitches and I ... uh.. think I can get yours ready for you." Pidyn broke the eye contact and looked to Brother Pike for help.

"We're mostly looking at her compliance training and we don't want to risk any physical damage to her box while we're teaching her to mind." Pike nodded at the 13-year-old. "Pidyn, here, won't be to big for her and won't tear her but he knows how manage a cunt. And, Timmy's going to teach him a lot, getting your girl to play when you want her to play and heel when you want her to heel. I think they'll be a good team."

The Brother nodded in agreement, "Her father and I have all the confidence in you both. I think you'll find her quite manageable and we expect to be able to bring her into the stables when you finish." Brother Willy spoke quickly.

"I promise we'll update you every day, sir," Timmy stood looking almost as if he were at parade rest. "Pidyn, here is a steady guy. We'll both do our best to make you pleased with our results."

"Good, well... Brother... boys," he gave his head a polite nod, "I leave you to your business." With that terse farewell, he zipped towards the door, which slid open and closed behind him.

"Ok, boys, here is your training ward," he moved towards the corner of the room were in a small girl sat on a mat. Timmy had been told she was 10 years old and that she and her father were both converts, but not much else. She looked to be somewhat in an apprehensive shock at the moment sporadically bursting into tears. She had long dark, brown, curly hair and wearing a frilly pink nighty-negligee kind of thing. It was obvious that she had been made up and dressed for the occasion but the makeup was failing by dripping down her face from her red, tear-laden eyes.

The three looked down on her showing little pity for her obvious distress. Females at Novum are chattel to be managed, not souls to be comforted.

Timmy spoke first, "So, her father converted and is bringing her with him?"

"That's right. Brother Willy is her father's sponsor. Her father, a Mr. Lechman and Willy have some agreements which is usually the case in family conversions. One is about her training and how his children are converted. As Brother Willy said, this one will be placed in his stable when she's behaving properly. It's my understanding that a couple of Willy's fluffers will be going to Mr. Lechman's in exchange."

"Please ..." the girl interrupted their conversation with a weepy voice, "where's my mother?"

"Your mother is being taken care of. She is safe and in good hands. There are men who are helping her find her place in this new world men are building, young lady." Brother Pike spoke evenly. "Now, this is Mr. Timond and Mr. Pidyn. They will be taking care of you. They will help You find Your place. I can see you're worried now, but you shouldn't be. We're here to liberate you, your mother, your sisters, and every female lucky enough. When you learn how to behave properly you will be so happy you will never want to go back to the miserable misdirection you suffered through before your father brought you here. Mr. Timond and Mr. Pidyn will be like your father and mother here at school. We are going to teach you many valuable things. One of the first things they are going to teach you is that good girls are handled but not heard. You will find that if you just keep the questions to a minimum, they will tell you pretty much everything you need to know. Right now the men need to talk and little girls must stay quiet. If you can do that, we'll give you a little reward in a just a bit. Can you do that?"

The girl leaned over putting her head between her hands as if to hide and cried, "I want my mommy," her declaration ending in sobbing.

They watched her a bit, then Timmy resumed the conversation. "She's 10 and she's fucking already?" Timmy said quizzically.

"Yeah, that's pretty much how they got here. The father lived in New York and had some legal problems. The Brotherhood was able to offer some assistance and after some evaluation, he has been offered asylum here in Denali, with certain conditions. Our young lady here is part of those conditions."

"She seems small for her age," Timond observed.

"Yes, well before we discuss more details, I think we should get her ringed and check her out. Agreed?"

"Sounds good," Timmy answered.

"Sure," Pidyn chimed.

"Good. Bring her down to the prep room and you can give me a hand." Pike turned to the younger boy, "Pidyn, have you helped with ringing a bitch before?"

"No, sir. But I'm glad to help," he gave a little salute.

Pike smirked, "Mr. Timond here will teach you a lot. Ok, let's get her up and bring her down the hall."

Timmy knelt down and touched the girl's shoulder whose head was still buried. "That's a really pretty dress, Cissi. Did your daddy or Brother Willy give you that dress?"

The girl jerked away from his touch and continued to sob giving no immediate answer, then said, "Daddy."

"Well, your daddy has good taste. It's really pretty and so are you," Timond spoke not touching her again, "You know what though. Your eye shadow is beginning to run so we need fix it and make your face as pretty as that pretty dress. Let's get you up and we'll get fix you up pretty again."

"Where's mommy?" The little girl was still trying to hide.

"I'm not sure exactly, Cissi, but I think she's getting pretty too. You're both going to meet some very important people and we want you to look your best, ok?" Timmy waited and watched. "Maybe your mommy is down the hall. We should go look in the prep room. I want to send your daddy a picture of both of you looking sexy," Timmy said in a kindly, earnest voice but Pike gave a tiny snort.

"Stand up, now Cissi and come with us to the prep room," Pike said in a deeper voice.

Timmy took her hand and put his other hand under the same shoulder. "Mr. Pidyn can you help me help Cissi up, please."

Pidyn did the same with her other arm and they began to make their way towards the door following Pike. The girl kept an ugly, tearful pout but she let herself be led down the hall to a room that said "Induction and Preparation" on the door. The door slid open as they approached to reveal a room that resembled a dentist's office complete with chair, lights, cabinets and some unidentifiable attendant machines.

"It looks like Mommy's not here right now. You sit in that chair and let's get you looking pretty. We'll fix your makeup and give you some nice jewelry so when Mommy gets here, her little girl is looking sexy."

Cissi stopped. "You're going to hurt me. What does that mean, get ringed?"

"Cissi, have you ever been to a dentist?" Pike said pulling a white coat from a cabinet and dawning it. The little girl nodded a little and stared at the white coat.

"Well, this is just like the dentist. I'm a doctor and I'm not going to really hurt you. If something is going to sting, I'll tell you but it's not going to hurt much for a big girl like you. I need to give a physical examination to make sure you're ready to be in our school. And like Mr. Timond said, we're going to make you pretty for all the new boys you're going to meet."

Timmy pushed on her arm a little. "Sit down and let the doctor have a look, Cissi and let me get you something. Do you want a juice?"

"No. I want my mommy," she insisted again but relented to letting boys guide her to the chair and sit down.

"Lay back and relax." Timmy said pushing her shoulders back into the partially reclined chair." Let's fix this eye shadow first, shall we?"

As Timmy pulled some tissue from the counter and sat next to her on the edge of the chair, Pike went to the cabinet and began to lay sundry articles out on a bed table near the chair. Pidyn watched attentively as Timmy dabbed at the corner of the little girl's eyes pretending to address the girl's appearance. "That's looking a lot better. Feel any better, Cissi?"

"No." She answered definitively.

"Oh, well, Mr. Pike, do you have any pretty rings for our new little girl?" Timmy smiled and straightened her hair.

"I certainly do. Let's try this one first to get the size," he took her hand and pushed a small ring on her little finger. "Perfect," he said adjusting the ring. "And this one." He placed a slightly larger ring on the next finger. "Every pretty girl at Novum School wears a lot of rings." He slipped a ring on each finger of both hands.

"That's too many. That's ugly." The little girl said with some skepticism.

"Cissi, at Novum school every girl is respectful of every man, especially Brothers like Brother Pike," Timmy said in a gentle scold.

"Ok, now I need to see your ear," Pike dawned a headlight and held a slightly wider ring at the end of a small forceps in his fingers. With his other hand he pushed her head to the side toward Timmy. Pike placed his left hand firmly on the side of her head and pressed it into the chair cushion.

"Look at me, Cissi," Timmy said placing hands on her cheeks and bracing her. "Hold still while Brother Pike gives you an ear ring." The girl tried to turn her eyes to see but Timmy restrained her head. "Hold still, Cissi."

"This is a very special ear ring, Cissi. We're going to use it to test your hearing. It might sting just a tiny bit but only for a second." With a pair of forceps Pike inserted the ring into her ear canal. "How was that? Did that hurt?"

"No."

"Good." Pike pressed a button a control panel behind the chair. "Ok, I want you to tell me what you hear?" Pike watched her.

"A bell?" she answered with a questioning look. "Two bells."

Pike looked at Timmy and gave a thumbs up. "Good girl. Now look at me," Pike said as he handed Timmy a similar ring at the end of forceps over her head. When Timmy took the forceps, Pike pulled her face towards himself and held it firmly to make her ear easily accessible to Timmy. "Eyes on me, now."

"Can I see it?" Pidyn asked moving up beside Timmy. Timmy nodded and handed the forceps to him. He carefully examined it turning it over in his hand. It was more like a band than a ring. The forceps were small and held the tiny silver band from the inside by two tiny opposing teeth that fit into two tiny notches inside the band which had many tiny holes. "Wow," said Pidyn, "This is what it looks like?" looking at Timmy, "Where's the electronics?"

Timmy put his finger to his lips in a "shush" gesture and shrugged. Pidyn realized this was "man knowledge" not to be shared with bitches.

"Let's get the procedure finished, gentlemen, and then we can continue conversations freely," Pike urged. Pidyn knew to some extent that the ear canal ring would handle her hearing using noise cancelling technology that cancels or at least greatly suppresses ambient sound entering the ear. At the same time it has a radio receiver that allows the men who handle her to transmit any sound they want only to her ears. When the men around her were having "men conversations" exchanging "men knowledge", to the girl they will become mumbles and instead she will hear "exhortations" from "Satan" based on the beliefs of the Brotherhood about how to be a "good, compliant bitch".

Timmy wordlessly took the forceps and ring from Pidyn and inserted the long band into her ear canal, gently pushing it against her ear drum, then pointed to the screen. Pike pressed some screen buttons. They heard a beep then the girl jumped a little in reaction, "ow!" Brother Pike spoke, "Tell me what you hear now, Cissi."

"A ... a beeping I guess. Three beeps... bing, bong, booong... bing, bong, booong. What are you doing?" The girl looked back at Timmy.

"Making you pretty," Pike replied, "Bael, extinguish this bitch's hearing and give her the introduction." The building network immediately began to manage the girl's perception of sound. The girl startled slightly. "Cissi, can you hear me?" She gave no response though her eyes were wide and she looked around. "Cissi, your mommy's here. Look in the doorway!" Again it was obvious she was having a different experience.

"Who is that?" She tried to turn to look behind her but Timmy and Pike put a hand on her shoulder, and Pike put a finger to his mouth indicating shush. In a surprised tone she asked, "Who are you?"

Pike watched the control screen for a minute, then said, "Bael, restore hearing. Cissi, what did you hear? Tell me exactly."

"He said his name was Satan. He said I would become a good bitch and serve him. He said I would learn by serving all men. That ... that .. cocks are gods on earth. Couldn't you hear him?" The girl looked at Pike.

"No, that was only for a good little bitch like you. You've been doing great," Pike patted her shoulder then took her chin and put her face straight up. "When he talks to you, I want you to always listen. He will teach you to be a proper young girl that every man will appreciate."

"Now, Mr. Timond, if you would put the head restraint down, please." Pike picked up a different pair of forceps as Timmy pulled a wide collar over the back of her chair which snuggly fit around her head and kept her face directly forward.

"Cissi, you're a very pretty girl and even though you've been worried, you've been acting really grown up. So we're going to give you something we don't give to every girl. We want you to look as pretty as the older girls. I want you to hold still while we give you a big girl ring. Mr. Pidyn, could you please put those wrist straps on please, just to make sure our pretty little girl doesn't move the wrong way and hurt herself," Pike said as he applied a dab of ointment in each nostril.

As Pidyn strapped down both wrists. The girl snorted a little but could do little to protest besides kick a foot. "Better do the ankles too," Timmy added.

When the small girl was in a five point restraint, Pike said, "Now, this is going to sting a little but only for a little while, ok?"

The girl tried to respond but the head restraint prevented anything but trying to talk between her teeth. Her head shook a little. "Hold still," Pike said as he put the forceps to her small nose and pinched a ring into her nose's end.

"Eeeh," she tried to protest.

"All done," Pike said reloading for the forceps with a similar ring. "Now Cissi, Like I told you, I'm a doctor and I need to examine you to make sure everything is ok down here." He touched the crotch of her pink silky panties which were not really panties at all, in that they opened to give complete access to her crotch and rectum. "Mr. Pidyn, you should move a little to the side. We are going to spread her out a bit."

Pike touched a button low on the chair and the bottom of the chair split and the legs went out and up. Now the girl's knees were as high as her head and the chair was open. Pike retrieved a stool from the corner of the room and seated himself between her legs with a speculum in his hand. Snapping a release he removed a part of the chair under the center of her ass to give access to both her vagina and her anus. "Let's see what we've got here, Cissi."

The girl's "underwear" was exactly as requested of her father. "Good job, daddy," he said as he had ready access to the girl's puddenda. "Cissi, what do you and your daddy call this, honey?"

"Eeeh, aaah," was her only response.

"Oh, Mr. Timond. I think you can raise the head restraint now," Pike said winking at Timmy.

When it was up, the girl was free to protest, "Don't touch me. Stop it."

"Mr. Pike, our new girl is not being very respectful. Tell me if you want me to put the head restraint back down," Timmy warned.

"Can you tell me what you and your daddy call this pretty little thing," he patted her pussy with his hand, "or should Mr. Timond put the head restraint where it should be?"

The girl was almost spitting, "That's my cunny and you shouldn't touch me there."

"Ok, I'm just going to have a look in your cunny to make sure that your daddy didn't hurt you when he put his thing in. Stay calm and we don't have to use the head restraint." Pike put the speculum into her vaginal opening and spread it. He moved it one way then another. Timmy and Pidyn waited with anticipation for him to explain what he was seeing. He systematically viewed her vaginal recesses for several minutes with meticulousness thoroughness. Then he removed something from his pocket that looked like a silver pen. "Bael, display vaginal image" he command as he inserted the device into the little girl's vaginal canal.

"Ow!" Cissi announced the uncomfortable insertion. "That's cold," she whined.

"Yeah. I forgot to warm it. ... Hmm. ... He has been fucking her alright. And I will say, she is not as small as I expected. I'm getting a good spread on this speculum. More than two centimeters D, Timmy. Maybe 3." There was more poking and with his now gloved hand and more camera illumination it let him see all the way back. The boys watched the screen and Pidyn pointed excitedly to a small nub with a hole in the center. "There's her cervix!"

"Uh huh. And it looks to me like she has been a busy little girl. See that color?" Pike pointed to a red tint around the hole. "My my, Cissi. You have been taking care of some very eager dicks haven't you, girl?" The preteen had her eyes closed and made no response. Pike pushed the camera in farther and they watched as it dove towards the red hole. "Cissi, tell me if this hurts." But the girl seemed to have no reaction. "Does that hurt, sugar?"

"No ... I guess not. I don't like it though." She opened her eyes and defiantly fixed them on Pike. "Please stop."

Pike withdrew the camera and slipped on a rubber glove. "Let's check one more place to make sure our new little girl is healthy," he said as he lubed his gloved index finger.

Reaching under her through the space he had opened under her rectum, he quickly stick his finger into her small asshole. "Oh!" the girl tried unsuccessfully to raise her ass away from the intruder.

Pike pushed his finger all the way in and moved it around. "Oops. Somebody's gotta go potty. Let's get this a little cleaner so the camera can see better," he said reaching down under the chair, opening a small door and extending a double hose with a nozzle.

Giving the tip another big squirt of the lube, he pushed the nozzle into her anus. "Ooooh stop! What are you doing?" the girl was almost spitting.

Pike punched a button and with a small motor sound under the chair the hose filled, flushed, filled, flushed, "Ooh. Please. Stop. What are you doing?"

"Getting my new little girl ready for her new boyfriends," Pike answered pulling the empty hose down, and replacing the nozzle with his pocket camera. They watched the screen to see what the camera revealed. It made little sense to Pidyn or even the more experienced Timmy, but Pike seemed pleased with what he saw. "Anybody been fucking you here, Cissi?" he asked as if making casual conversation. "Your daddy said you know a little about that, right?"

Without pursuing a response, he dropped the camera into a cleaning receptacle and leaned back.

"Ok, good. Rectum and lower colon look good. And as for her cunt, the routine antibiotic regime she's getting should take care of any contagion, which I don't think there is anyway. I think she's just been getting poked pretty hard, and I pretty aggressively." He looked up at the girl. "Your brother been banging you pretty hard has he, Cissi?"

The girl had her eyes closed again and gave no indication she had heard him. "Ok, Cissi, you're going to learn to be a little more forthcoming when you're asked a question. But we'll get to that soon." He looked back at Timmy. "Could be her dad's associates too. They might've done a little more than her father owned up to. Hell, maybe he didn't even know what they did with her. When you boys use her pussy I want you to use a little antibio on your cock tips every time, for the next couple of days. That'll also help reduce the inflammation."

"Everything looks pretty good in general, actually. Especially considering she's just 10. Nothing left of the hymen at all. Cissi, how long has your daddy been putting his thing in here?" He patted her vulva but got no response from her angry closed mouth. "When did he start doing things to you, Cissi? How old were you?" Still no response. Then suddenly she blurted, "My daddy's a good daddy!"

"Cissi, we know that. I know that, before you came here, there were some bad men and women who wanted to take you away from your daddy and put him in jail, but we're not like that here. You and your daddy and mommy and brother and sisters are all safe now. You are a very lucky little girl because we are going to take care of all of you and we are going to show your daddy and brother a lot of respect for what they taught you and your sisters and mommy. Ok? Your daddy is not in any trouble now. It's just the opposite. He and your brother are going to help make this a good place for you to stay and live and learn your place.

"I also know how your daddy introduced you to some of his friends, didn't he Cissi?" Pike watched the girl's face. She said nothing but nodded a little. "He told us about that, and that's partly why we brought you and your family here. We think he's a great man and you all should be living here. I bet those men really liked you, didn't they, Cissi?"

The girl nodded again.

"That's right. They liked you because you're really pretty and your daddy taught you a lot. The men here are just like your daddy. And the boys in your new school are just like your brother. We want to show you how to be really pretty and sexy and we want to teach you more about making the boys like you. You'll see, sugar. Your daddy is going to be an important man here and you're going to be really popular with the boys. I'll bet the men are going to be calling you Hot Pussy cause you're so sexy. That'll be fun won't it, Cissi?"

The girl looked down and nodded but said nothing.

Pike paused his little reassuring introduction and looked at Timmy and winked.

"I bet you want me to play with you the way your daddy's friends played with you, don't you Cissi?" The girl made no response except for clinching her mouth. "Should you and I play now?" No response. "Want to play now, Cissi? How about you raise your pussy up so I can kiss it?" He tapped a little under her exposed ass. "Come on, up a little for a little kissy."

The girl jerked when he touched her ass. "I don't want you to Ever touch me! I hate you! You're ugly!" she snapped.

"Cissi, Cissi, Cissi." Pike shook his head and began arranging things on the utensil table next to them. "Girls in this place do not talk that way to men here, ever. Very bad things happen when you don't respect the men here in Denali."

"Especially Brothers," Pidyn added.

"Ok, Cissi, we have just one more ring to help you learn that. It'll make you prettier too. I think you're big enough for this. This will make you look like the big girls, Cissi. And the boys will use it to teach you a little more respect." Pike motioned to Pidyn. "Mr. Pidyn, can you please put the head restraint down again so our naughty little girl doesn't hurt herself." Pidyn held her chin with one hand as he lowered the oval donut to hold her head in place. A click could be heard as it was locked into position.

"Put the waist strap into place too, please, Mr. Timond." Pike watched as Timond pulled a belt over the girl. "Good, down low to catch those pelvis bones. Cinch it tight." Now Pike pulled the clitoral hood off her clitoris to bring it into view and examined it carefully. He gave it a little tease with his gloved finger and the girl reacting by trying unsuccessfully to pull her crotch away from the man. Without looking up he said, "This is going to hurt a little but Mr. Timond and Mr. Pidyn are going to take care of you and when you start acting like a good girl they'll use it to make you feel very, very good."

Holding the clitoral hood back with two fingers of his left hand he picked up a pair of forceps with his right and, sidling his hand up in her crotch very carefully, grabbed the clitoris, pinching it forcefully and pulling it out.

The girl reacted with all the violence her restraints would allow. "EEEEEhhheeehhh" Because she could not open her mouth, her volume was not loud but she conveyed extreme discomfort. "Hold still now, Cissi."

Pike switched the clit pinching forceps to his left hand and with his right, now reached over to the side table and picked up a second pair of forceps holding the last ring. "Steady her legs a little, Pidyn. Put your hands here and here and hold her for me," indicating her inner thighs close to her crotch. Pidyn leaned over and pulled her thighs apart although the chair's spread had already made a generous width between them.

"Steady. Steady." Pike centered the forceps held ring on its target and squeezed.

The little girl screamed again between her teeth. She bucked up tighter against the waist restraint and struggled to close her legs together. The belt held her firm but Pidyn was surprised at how closely she was able to get her knees together. "My goodness, girl. I hope you show that kind of enthusiasm when I'm fucking you," Pike said, rearranging his used tools. Fortunately for all the completion of the man's task was quick and efficient with the ring's application now firmly in place clinging to the little girl's small clitoral appendage.

Pike stood and walked around to the head of the chair. "Ok, Cissi, I want you to remember something." He released the head restraint and grabbed her chin to direct her face towards his. Putting is face directly in front of hers, he held it firmly by the jaw with his fingers pressing her cheek to her teeth. The sobbing girl closed her eyes tightly in an effort to escape. "Open your eyes, bitch." Her eyes remained closed as she tried to cry.

He slapped her hard with his other hand. "Open your eyes, bitch." The girl now in shock opened her eyes to see his face closer now, only a few centimeters away. He raised the back of his forearm close to his own head and moved her face to be directed at the large tattoo spread across it. "See this, little bitch?" What she saw was a large five-pointed black star. Inside the star was the head of finely detailed goat made with delicate colors. It looked iridescently three dimensional. Its horns pointed up to the top points, with its ears dropping down to the lower side points, and a goatee beard of such meticulous detail in the bottom point. It looked something like a work of art that, before the age of Drumpf, could be found in a public museum. Now of course, such exotic art, was reserved only for the extremely rich, of which the Brother's were the ultimate achievers. The image of the star and the goat burned into the girl's mind. "When you see this bitch, you should hang on every word of direction from the man who wears it, as if your life, your physical and emotional wellbeing, hangs on his every word," he moved her face back to his, "because for the rest of your life, it does."

The girl was terrified into a few seconds of complete silence. Pike released his grip and she began to weep furiously.

"Wow." Pidyn said taking a breath, leaving his mouth open. "Bet that hurt."

"Ya think?" Pike looked at Timond and rolled his eyes a little. "Which, the instruction or the clit ring?"

"Well... both..."

It was difficult to hear because the girl was now wailing, "Mommy... Mommy..."

They stepped back to look at the scene and Pidyn continued, "but I was thinking the clit ring must really hurt," Pidyn shook his head. "Sure glad I don't have to have a clit."

"Well," Pike put his hand on the boy's shoulder, "if you want to have a seat in the chair, I'm sure we could ring that little thing." He moved his hand down to squeeze the boy's crotch and the boy looked at him wide eyed.

Smiling at Timmy and turning away, "I imagine it did. But the little bitch learned more in a couple of minutes than some girls do in years. It's one of those lessons that will stay with her for longer than that ring."

Pike released the girl's left ankle and pushed her leg up towards her head. "Timmy hold this, please." Timmy reached over her and pulled her leg up till it was close to her chest. Pike picked up a hypodermic and punched the needle into her exposed buttock. The girl was still weeping and reacted only slightly in comparison to the previous distress. He left the other restraints on but allowed her to fold her free leg over her other thigh, knee up, in an effort to close her crotch and comfort herself.

"Ok, Bael, extinguish her hearing and give her the clit ring introduction and let us listen."

From the control panel came a deep voice, "I am Satan. You will become my good bitch. Does your pussy hurt? Your little, what do you call it, cunny? Yes, it does bitch. That is because I have taken it. It is no longer your cunt. It is my cunt. You are my cunt and I will give my cunt to a man. You must never touch my cunt without permission. If you should ever put your hand near my cunt without permission, you will hear this warning sound .... " Pike flipped the sound feed to quiet it, so it was barely audible in their background. To the 10 year-old, however, it became, for the moment, her world.

"Pidyn, it's all a carefully rehearsed and practiced routine. Mr. Timond has assisted several times. I think she played her part quite well, don't you Timmy?"

Timmy nodded, "Yeah, right on cue, almost like she had practiced too, huh?"

"Yep. Once in awhile they'll even comply when I tell them to raise their pussy for a kiss. When they do that I give them a little topical anesthetic," Pike shook his head, "but they usually don't. I think it's better when they don't. She received a much better introduction to the Brotherhood."

They watched the girl as she held her leg over her crotch with her eyes tightly closed, sobbing, "I want my mommy."

"Ok gentlemen, let's give her a minute to let the sedative kick in to calm her down and let her listen to this exhortation, then we'll collar her." Pike nodded towards a collar and a medallion on a near counter. "Pidyn can you get that, and Mr. Timond can you please get your cock ready? I don't think this little one is going to be much help right now so you'll have to get yourself stiff."

Timmy unzipped his pants crotch down all the way below his nuts and his dick fell out already a little hard. Pidyn looked fascinated by everything, Timmy jacking his cock, the girl restrained, crying and rocking a little, the monitoring software on the control panel, everything. After a few minutes the exhortation had already started to repeat and the girl had stopped any struggle against her restraints but tears ran from the corners of her eyes onto the head restraint's plastic padding. Pike folded his arms and leaned back against counter under the cabinets. So, Pidyn, what do you think? You want to ride this little bitch?"

Pidyn looked at her and nodded, "Yeah, sure. You mean right here and now?"

"I think you should take her to a training room to fuck her today and maybe tomorrow. The prep room's not really a good place for that. I hope you and the other Form 4 boys are up to it. We want her thoroughly trained for obedient copulation and general compliance in the next few days. Her father appears to have broken her pretty well for riding. We just have to get her acculturated to life here at Novum, hopping when we tell her to hop, and ready for the Brotherhood. In the next week or so the Brothers are going to have a go at her and Brother Willy will make final decisions about her placement."

"So her father was already fucking her, right? So it should be easy," Pidyn kept staring at her smooth pussy lips.

"As I understand it, yes a little bit. I don't know exactly what her father's associates did with her," Pike answered. "But I think it was mostly his son who was using her regularly. The father liked to watch and dominate them all, the two sisters and his wife, or as Cissi calls her, Mommy, but we don't think they're genetically related."

Pidyn looked at Pike, "So where is Mommy?"

"She's in a breeding barn somewhere. Mr. Lechman, that's the father right? Gave her to the Brotherhood. I think he is hoping to join. I think it's still uncertain whether or not she's going to get lobbed, but right now, she definitely getting bred. The kind of training required to serve the Brotherhood is usually pretty difficult to effect on older bitches, especially mares, so a lot depends on how she responds. She will be ... Tested." He said the word tested with a special emphasis. "The guy has two other daughters, one older than this one and one younger so when he gets them trained, he already has the start of a stable. And if he becomes a Brother, that'll add trading rights."

"Who's training his other daughters?" Timmy asked. Pike and Pidyn had almost forgotten him. Looking over they could see his crank was stiff and ready to go.

"I don't know. I think they each go to a different section, so if you like this one you'll have to ask around about the others." Pike spoke to Timmy, "Looks like you're ready to do the collaring, Timmy. Let's get her off the chair and on to the floor in prayer position. Each of you release a wrist and hold her. We'll get her to slide off this end.... Bael, end this bitch's exhortation and restore her hearing."

Pike picked up the collar and it's lanyard in one hand and moved to the foot of the chair to flip a switch and bring it more upright. He released the other ankle and held them with his hands. "Ok, Cissi, we're going to do one more thing to make you look pretty like a Brotherhood girl. For this, you need to get down on the floor. Just slide towards me and you can kneel down where I'm standing.

"Sit her up boys, now scoot off ..." She was teary but making a lot of noise. She looked slightly dazed. "Good ... and kneel down with your arms extended in front of you, Cissi." Pike guided her feet to the floor then, stepped back and reached out for the wrist that Timmy was holding. "Give me her wrist, Timmy and you can take your place in front of her. Pidyn, take her other arm."

"That's right, Cissi, all the way down, arms out, head between your arms and to the floor with your nose." He reached down to straighten her feet. "Toes out. Pidyn, her arms should be straight over her head." Pidyn was on her opposite side, directing her other arm. "Head down, Cissi." He pushed her head to the floor. She reacted and pushed it up when her nose ring touched the hard surface. "I know. That's a little sensitive. But remember what I said, do exactly what you're told. Now touch it to the floor." He held her head down for a few seconds, then rose.

Standing over her, he carefully placed his foot on her back. "We call this the pray position, Cissi. You're going to spend a lot of time in this position, so I want you to remember what we mean when someone tells you to kneel and pray. Just do what you're doing now."

Pike picked up the collar and hung it and the lanyard on Timmy's erect member. "Ok, look up Cissi." He moved his foot a little to make her feel his authority. "Look up," he repeated but she still made no response. He kicked her gently with his foot, then nodded to Pidyn to lift her head.

Pidyn lifted her head "Look up, bitch," he said and putting his hand on her shoulder had her raise up to her knees, as she released a whiny moan. When she was up, Pike motioned to Pidyn to stand. "You need to be above her most of the time, not down at her level, especially for this ceremony. It is as old as the Brotherhood." Pidyn stood on her side opposite Pike as she knelt between them. "Now put one foot on her shoulder like this." Demonstrating again, Pike bent his knee and set his foot on her left shoulder, Pidyn did the same with her right. The weight of their resting legs bent her down, and Pike reached down and grabbed her head by the hair. "Keep your head up, bitch. You have a cock to honor in front of you." She was too tired to cry now and the makeup that had been left on her face was now a mess. "Keep your eyes on the cock."

When she saw Timmy's erection Pike began a brief version of the Brotherhood ceremony of collaring. "Bitch, this is the cock that will master you," he announced. "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 its every desire and it will make you a true bitch of the Brotherhood."

"Bael," Brother Pike spoke to the buildings control system, "Bond this bitch to Mr. Timond. Mr. Timond will be her primary handler here at Novum. Mr. Pidyn will be a limited secondary." Pike looked at Timmy.

Pike continued, "Bael, this bitch will be called Cissi and will be managed by the protocol for residence outside Novum and visiting daily."

"Acknowledged. Management protocol is external residence with daily attendance."

Pike looked at Timmy, "When we change her name, we'll do it at a special Brotherhood ceremony."

"Mr. Timond, train this bitch to serve the Dark Lord and the Brotherhood. Mr. Timond, collar your bitch."

Timmy took the collar and lanyard from around his cock and placed the lanyard around his own neck. Then he clicked a release on the collar causing it to open, and bending down, slipped the collar around the girl's neck and sealed it closed. She was weeping now, "I want my mommy! Please." She started to reach for her pained crotch but Timmy grabbed her upper arm.

"Listen, don't touch your cunny now, Cissi." Trying to make himself heard over her sobbing. "If there is something wrong then you have to tell me, or Mr. Pidyn, or Mr. Pike or some other man, but remember, don't touch the pussy. It's mine now. Satan gave it to me."

The girl immediately put her hand down to her clitoris which was sore from its new ring. The collar began a warning beep. "Cissi, don't touch!" Pidyn said loudly. He grabbed at her hand. But she pulled away from him.

"It hurts!" she yelled and put her fingers between her legs. The beep locked to a solid tone. "Oooouch" the girl cried and grabbed at her collar in response to its shock.

"When you don't do as your told, that's what can happen. Now leave the collar and my pussy alone," Timmy warned.

But now the girl tried pulling at her collar and there was another warning beep. "Cissi! Stop!" Pidyn and Timond both shouted. They each grabbed a hand and pulled it away. The beeping stopped. She struggled for a moment to free her hands but the boys held tight.

"You should probably let her get it over with. They always have to try it at least once more. Bitches are slow learners," Pike commented.

Timmy had seen other girls freak out and require tranquilizing so he knew situation's hazards. But the girl got herself under control enough to allow the boys to hold her hands though she continued to cry and moan, "I want my mommy! I want my mommy!"

Timmy looked up at Pike, "Topical lotion," he said tersely. Pike nodded and fetched the tube of anesthetic.

"Up on the chair, Cissi. Up and sit down with me. I'm going to put more stuff on to make your cunny feel better," Timmy said as he and Pidyn assisted her to stand, back up and lay back into the medical chair. He squeezed some lotion onto two fingers and placed it gently onto her clitoris ring. Then he moved his finger so that his finger ring touched it. He could see a small bit of wetness around her collar and watched as she visibly relaxed and her sobbing subsided.

"Careful," warned Pike, "I already gave her an S-7 shot. Too much sedative will mess up your plans for today."

"Ok, Bael, discontinue collar program 7 on bitch Cissi's collar for ...?" Timmy looked at Pike.

"I'd say two hours would be good," Pike answered.

"for 2 hours," Timmy repeated for the network command.

Pidyn spoke, "Bael, extinguish her hearing."

"Acknowledged," came the control panel's response.

Pidyn addressed Pike, "So, if her father and maybe his friends have been fucking her, why is she limited to Form 4 boys like me, Brother Pike?"

"Well, first you have to understand that these kinds of family conversions, as we call them, usually come with some negotiations and planning on the Brotherhood's part. Her father, Mr. Lechman, got into trouble with the authorities in New York because he was going to use this one in a business agreement that went south. They found out he had been using his son, who is here now, probably in Form 5, maybe 4, he is 14 years old, to train his daughters. He said he liked to watch him fuck them. Here at Novum that would be considered a pretty respectable strategy, but out in chaos, especially New York, that's a crime. They just let their bitches run wild which explains a lot. Anyway he was probably headed for what they call "prison". That's like a school for adults where they take the females away completely and expect the men to fuck each other. Not a very nice place to live. So a Brotherhood agent steps in, who works for their government in an agency called "Child Welfare Services". We get a lot of females from them. The agent connected Lechman to Brotherhood recruiters and, long story short, they all end up here in Denali, including the girls' mother." Pidyn looked confused. "... the mare."

Pidyn nodded.

"So Brother Samuel and Brother Willy have this transition strategy for them that makes a lot of sense. Form 4 boys will be like her brother and her primary handler, Timmy here, will manage the training. We're going to hold off on bitching her to kennels for a week or so. We need to get a feel for managing her first and its pretty much the same with her sisters."

Timond continued to push the lotion around the top of the girl's cunt. "That'll mean I have to train two," Timmy said in a tone of concern. "You know I have that 11-year-old."

"It's only temporary, like I said, till we get a feel for her. These family converts usually go a little faster if one of them's doing her and we know she's been used for more than a year. Pidyn's going to help under your supervision. You don't have to crate her in your room at night. Sometimes she being going to her father, sometimes we'll park her here for the night in one of the boys' rooms. In either case, she'll be escorted to your room every morning. You can clean and prep both at the same time. You can feed them and toilet them at the same time. It'll give you a chance to train some fluffing skills in both and maybe even practice some lezzy displays. You and your bitch just sat in on encouragement training from Brother Samuel, right? Good practice with this one. You can handle two, Timmy. All the older boys have to once in awhile and you have Pidyn here to help," Pike tried to reassure him.

"Yeah, sure. I can," Timmy tried to show resolve.

"I want you both to start with sodomizing her. I reserved Training room 4 for her this morning, so see if you can start the buggering today. That'll make it clear who the authority is. Pidyn, I want you to fuck her pussy several times a day. Make sure she knows what she's here for. Timmy, I want you to do a little experimenting with her cunt too. I don't know what her father was doing or how many times she's had an adult cock, and I don't know how big he is, but I think she measures pretty good for a 10 year old, so see if she can handle you. But for sure fuck her ass every day and at least make her think you're cumming in it. I'm guessing we might be able to let some selected Form 4 boys ride her tomorrow. But let's see how today goes and you should both check in with me tomorrow morning, say about 0-900. Ok?"

"Yep. We got it from here and we'll see you at 0900 tomorrow," Timmy answered.

Timmy continued to slowly caress her pussy lips because it seemed to be calming her. He looked up at Pidyn. "Pidyn, I'm going to go to the gym and get my bitch. I think it's a good training opportunity for her too. You take this one down to room 4 and I'll meet you there. Ok?"

"Sure," Pidyn stepped over in front of the girl. "Ok, up bitch." The girl was calmer now as Timmy wiped his hand on a paper towel.

"Pidyn," Timmy looked at the boy who looked up at his mentor. "She can't hear you."

"Oh." The boy looked embarrassed. "Bael, restore the bitch's hearing."

"Acknowledged."

"I'll see you down there," said Timmy said as he went through the door.

#2326 Day 08 9:00 Novum school Level 4 The Girl's Gym

Timond surveyed the large room. There were more than two dozen pussies, maybe closer to 3 dozen pussies winking at him. All the girls were on their backs, shoulders actually, their arms extended down below their sides pressing the floor, with their knees spread wide and high, weight on their flat feet and their butts pushed as high into the air as they could get. All were naked, ranging in age from Form 3, perhaps 7 or 8 years old, to Form 6 girls as old as twenties, though all their genitals were closely shaved. Brother Hammo strode and bellowed around the room between them with his long buggy whip snapping it at or on the less diligent. "Asses up bitches. Get those pussies high and proud!" Brother Hammo loudly encouraged.

"Hold, bitch!" Brother Hammo gave the small girl who had let her butt relax to the floor a snap with his loud whip. "Get that butt up."

"Ow!" She protested but launched her crotch back up into the air.

Stepping up to an older teen, "Show me you want it, bitch. You know you want my hard cock in that slimy cunt." (Snap went his buggy whip.)

"Pretend there's a big fat cock dangling right above those sweaty cunts, girls, and he's ready to fuck you, but he's just teasing you ladies. He's just teasing to see how much you want it. You know you want it, bitch." (Snap) "Ah!" "Higher! Get it up there. Get that dreamy fat cock in that hole. (Snap)"

"Satan doesn't want any lazy fucks like some of you worthless bitches." (Snap)

The Brother stepped over a budding preteen, "Get that sloppy cunt up there and get that cock in, bitch. It's right over that drippy slit. You love it and you want it."

Stepping between two broad assed teens. "Those asses are all potatoes and no meat bitches. Work at it. You think any a my boys wanna fuck that loose bag of pudding? Work those bitch asses." Moving to their feet he turned and snapped inside their calves. (Snap) "Spread that cunt wider, bitch!" (Snap) "Make it nice and wide for a good, hard fuck, bitch. You know you love it!" (Snap) "Higher!" (Snap) "Work it!" (Snap) "Owee!"

"If I want any advice, I'll ask someone with a cock. Now shut the fuck up and get that pussy higher!" (Snap) "Wider!" (Snap) "Spread it wider." (Snap) "Mm." (Snap) "Mm."

Timmy looked around for Ginger.The place really did stink of human sweat.

One of the teens laying close to where Timmy was standing was watching him. When she saw his eyes on her, she ran her tongue along her lips, then with her hips still high in the air, pursed her lips and made a kiss. She was nice looking with nice round size C boobies and a firm, fat pudenda and if Timmy hadn't been busy, he would have considered freeing her from this huge gymnastic torture chamber, and introducing his baser self. He would much rather work on her comfortable ass than some skinny preteen's. It suddenly occurred to him how much Zaki would rather have this task than himself. Zaki loves the baby bitches. But anyway ...

Timmy smiled at her and he went back to looking for his ward. There were so many and most he could not see their faces. He found it difficult to identify a particular vagina. He considered moving to the side. Then he saw Buki's girl. Her crotch was spread wide towards him but he recognized the brilliantly red vulva. Buki had decided he would start fucking the girl himself. She had been servicing Form 4 boys for almost a month and Buki had talked to Timmy about pushing her training along. Buki had spoken of his plan to get his bitch started with bigger cranks and ready for men. Timmy responded with some joke about how he needed to solicit a volunteer for help with that if what he needed was a large penis. The truth was Buki's dick was probably as big as any guy's that Timmy regularly saw and he knew that the little 10-year-old was going to have a difficult time accommodating it. This had been obvious the last two days from the flaming red color of her visible pussy, which, since he and Buki were in the same section, Timmy often saw. Anyway, Ginger and Buki's girl, was it Jilly? Had become fast, if unspoken, friends in training and other incidental encounters.

Sure enough, Timmy recognized Ginger's genitals high in the air next to Buki's bright red fuck box.

And now, for the first time, Brother Hammo saw Timmy had entered the gym. "Look what's here ladies! I got a young, stiff cock who wants a big sweaty cunt to stick it in. Mr. Timmy, welcome to my garden of pussy. Have a look around. Which pud snapper do you want, Mr. Timmy? They're all hot and ready to butter your biscuit." Brother Hammo did not see a couple of girls drop their butts to the floor behind him.

"Well, uh, I'm looking for a special one." Timmy pretended to look around. "She's here somewhere here I'm sure."

"Do you mean me, Mr. Timond!" Ginger dropped her ass to the floor. "I'm right here, Mr. Timond! Do you need me?"

"Yeah, there she is, Brother Hammo. I'm sorry, I know you're having a good time with my greasy little pipe cleaner there but I need to borrow it today, please ... with your permission, sir." Timmy put out his hand to stop Ginger from disrespectfully jumping up and looked at the Brother. Ginger froze in midair.

"Yeah. S'alright. Get her fishy cunt outa here and go fuck it somewhere else. I got too much pussy to stuff today anyway." Brother Hammo turned and saw three girls next to each other with butts on the floor now. "Did I say you could take a vacation, bitches?" (Snap) "Get your stinking asses off that floor!" (Snap) "and those pussies go to the ceiling!" (Snap Snap) "Ow! Ow!"

Timmy motioned for Ginger to follow him. She finished her jump up and started towards him. Timmy frowned and pointed to the mat she had been laying on.

"Oh." Ginger did a quick turn and dropped down to swiftly roll the mat. Waving to Jilly as she tucked the roll under her arm, she hopped through the rows of spread vaginas. Jilly raised a hand from the floor in a little wave but kept her crotch high in the air.

Looking down Timmy noticed the older preteen or young teen who was closest to him was dripping semen onto the mat under her. He approached a little closer and gave her a soft kick with his foot, then motioned to the mat under her. "Better get that cleaned up," he said quietly. "He won't like that."

The girl looked confused at first, then looked down below her raised ass and saw the thin, slick drainage of the sacred jizm. "Oh." She scrambled around, stuck her naked butt in the air and began licking the mat's wet spot with one hand over her dripping vagina. Timmy saw that the motion had attracted Brother Hammo's attention.

So he turned to avoid the next scene. With Ginger following behind him, he could hear the Brother. (Snap) "What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?" (Snap) "Mm." (Snap) "You think it's lunch time already?"

(snap) As they went from the large gym to the locker room, Ginger was excited and grabbed Timmy's hand. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she prattled. "Just let me get my skirt and t-shirt. They're over here." She pulled him to a rack of baskets and pulled out a very short blue skirt and stepped into it, pulling it up to her waist. "I love this skirt. It's my favorite now." She pulled a black t-shirt from the same basket and pulled it over her head and arms through. "And the boys think my new shirt is funny." It said, "I suck big cock" on the front and on the back, "and I swallow!" Her eyes looked up twinkling. "They just like to think it's about them."

She grabbed his hand again. "I am soo glad to get out of there. Yogi was lasting forever." She pulled him to the exit door and it slid open. "And Jilly got whipped like three times. She is not having a good day." In the hall Ginger stopped and still holding Timmy's hand, looked up, "and she is really sore. You should see her coochy. Mr. Ule started doing her. Where we going?"

"Remember the training we did with Brother Samuel the other day with you and me and Ule and Jilly? You helped Ule work with Jilly on a bigger dildo and she helped me get you used to a bigger butt plug." Timmy put his hand on Ginger's head, "It was about encouraging other bitches, remember?"

Ginger nodded.

"Well, I want you to show me you learned something," Slipping his arm around her shoulder Timmy explained the challenge as he guided her towards the elevator.

#2326 and #2339 Day 08 9:15 Novum school Level 3 Training room #4

Training room 4 was smaller than the other training rooms but large enough for a sizable bed in the center of the back wall and a full-sized breeding frame in one corner and small T-frame in another corner. Timmy and Pidyn led their trainees, Cissi and Ginger into the room with leashes. The leashes were more of a formality and symbol than of any utility. Timmy thought it would be good attitude training for Cissi. Pidyn had not made it down from the prep room with the new girl without Timmy's help. As Timmy released the leash from Cissi's collar, he pointed to the bed. "Kneel on the floor and pray on the bed." Cissi, who was still fragile, looked at him confused. She was completely naked, unlike Ginger who was wearing her very short blue skirt and black t-shirt with "I suck big cock" on the front and "and I swallow!" on the back.

Cissi, though completely flat chested, had her arms crossed over her chest in an effort at dignity.

"Down on your knees beside the bed. Head down, arms straight out across the bed and ... wait." She still looked him. "Pidyn, show her how to kneel and pray on the bed would ya?"

Pidyn had already released Ginger from the leash. He pointed to the bed. "Kneel and display on the bed while I help her. ... No, wait. You show her. Kneel on the floor and pray on the bed."

Ginger took Cissi's hand, which was not what Pidyn intended, but he and Timmy watched. "Come over here." Ginger led Cissi to the bed. "Now kneel down like this, kind of like your going to pray, right? I mean maybe you don't know, but ..." Ginger knelt next to the bed holding Cissi's hand. Cissi looked down at her and her eyes started to tear up. "Down like this. It's ok."

Cissi shook her head, "They're going to rape me, aren't they?"

Ginger didn't answer. She looked back at Timmy but he just stared at her, then back up at Cissi and gave a little shrug. "I don't know." Ginger looked at Cissi with a great deal of empathy but couldn't think of what to say. She considered saying, they haven't done it to me ... yet. But she had the feeling that's what this girl was brought here for. Maybe herself too. But finally she said, "You should do what they tell you to though." She looked back at Timmy who was watching and listening. He raised his eyebrows and nodded just slightly. "There are ... really mean people here. But Mr. Timond ... he's ... he won't hurt you for no reason. He's ... kind of tried to make it easier for me. We're lucky. Luckier than some girls anyway." She paused and watched the other girl sob and waited. Pidyn started to move towards the standing girl and Ginger flashed a stern expression directly into Timond's eyes. In response he reached out and grabbed Pidyn's arm. When Pidyn looked up at him, his expression was equally stern, so the boy froze in his tracks. Finally, Ginger, still holding the girl's hand, looked up and in the soft, kind voice of a sister said, "Next to me. I'll stay here whatever they do." Cissi did not immediately respond, but after a few seconds, she wiped her eyes with her free hand and dropped to her knees and, still holding hands with Ginger, put both arms on the bed and buried her face. Ginger held her hand tightly and put her own head down into the mattress.

Timmy took a deep breath and released it. He and Pidyn looked at each other and with his eyes Timmy indicated the utility cart stationed in the corner. Pidyn looked at him quizzically, to which Timmy replied, "Lube and plugs." He motioned towards the girl on the left. "I need a number 7 for her and," nodding towards the new girl on the right, "... a ... let's start with ... let's use an adjustable." Timmy walked over to Ginger's left side and completely unzipped his crotch to expose his genitals. The cool air felt like power sweeping across his genitals and immediately added some stiffness to his cock. "And black gloves. Get us both a pair." He knelt down next to Ginger and raised the little skirt he had given her in the morning, throwing it up and tucking the hem into the waistband. Her anus and sex was naked with only a hint of fuzzy pubic hair starting that could barely be seen near the bottom of her crack. Timmy could smell her sex. He loved that familiar smell because it was yet another representation of his power over females. Pulling the lips aside a little he gave it a quick inspection but saw nothing improperly messy. He looked at the tiny brown mole on her thigh almost against the outer lips of her outer her vulva. Timmy found the imperfection attractive.

Pidyn handed Timmy the gloves first, but before he slipped them on, he lay over the bed and lifted Ginger's hair from her left ear. Laying his arm over her back and putting his mouth next to her ear he quietly intoned just loudly enough for Cissi to hear also, "Where is your place, bitch?"

Trained to respond without thinking, Ginger's muffled voice said into the mattress cover, "At the end of your cock, sir."

When he heard her answer, he kissed her ear and raised up, slipping the gloves onto his hands. Timmy reached between Ginger's legs and pulled on her left thigh. "Display my cunt, bitch. Spread a little more." Ginger moved a knee closer to him. Then reaching up to her shoulder with the other arm, put his hand on it and pulled her back towards him while he used his right hand to push her knees forward. "Move back just a little and put your knees as far forward as you can. I want good access to that ass." Ginger slid back several centimeters, scooted her knees under the bed, which was actually a platform with nothing under it except hydraulic legs, and she pushed her naked butt back into air.

Now Ginger was certain she was going to be anally fucked. She had seen it done to other girls already and knew exactly what he would do next. This was it. This was what she had been expecting from him any day and now she was sure it would happen. She was scared because it had never looked enjoyable or comfortable, but almost relieved to get it over with. Some how it was not so bad next to another girl almost her own age who endured the same indignity.

Timmy extended his gloved right hand towards the bottle of lube that Pidyn held. Pidyn squirted lube onto his mentor's black rubber fingers, then onto his own, but watched intently as Timmy sidled up close to Ginger and put his left arm over her waist. As he pushed two gel covered fingers between her ass cheeks the girl flinched, "Oh cold," she muffled into the mattress.

"We'll warm you up," he replied as he slathered the greasy gel around the brown hole, making it glisten.

"Just relax," he said in a reassuring tone.

"Relax?" came her muffled response.

"Ginger ..." he started to correct but resisted.

Once the gel was off the fingers and around the puckered folds, he moved his index finger with the ring hidden by the glove down between her legs and followed the fold of her pussy to her clit ring to saw his ring over hers. "Bael, program 7". Hearing this command the always listening computer network, watched for the proximity of the boys finger rings to approach the proximity of the girls' clit rings. Sensing the nearness of Timmy's and Ginger's it sent a silent message to Ginger's collar which enclosed vials of Orgzone, a powerful sexual hormone stimulant and vials of opiate. The barely perceptible release of the chemicals under the collar to her skin was chemically designed to be immediately absorbed and offered an exultantly pleasant feel of comfort and desire.

"Uhh," came a mutter as Ginger squeezed the other girl's fingers, then her exhale and release. "Ooh. I am so glad you got me outta that gym. That feels so good."

Timmy pulled his fingers back up to her anus and began a gentle massage again. He held his left hand flattened, palm up toward Pidyn who still watched intently, made eye contact, then glanced at the number 7 anal plug. Pidyn broke his gaze to see what Timmy indicated and proffered it to Timmy's left hand. Palming the plug, Timmy circled the soft hole once more then pushed in with his smallest finger. "Relax."

"Ooh." She pushed away from the intruding digit.

"Relax," Timmy's tone joined assurance with insistence.. "Open up. Let it in."

"Ooh."

Timmy pushed his finger to the first knuckle, pulled it back, pushed in further, and fucked it in till greater access was blocked by his folded fist.

"Ooooh," now her coo was longer.

Timmy curled the little finger inside her rectum, and pulled first one way, then another. "Open for me. Give me your ass." Ginger was not sure what that meant but she pushed back a little away from the bed and toward his hand to show acceptance.

As Timmy continued to work her butthole to his will, he again made eye contact with Pidyn and pursing his mouth, pointed it to Cissi and nodded.

Pidyn broke his trance of attention. "Ok," he said getting in a similar position over the 10-year-old's buttocks and slipping his right arm over her waist. "Steady," he said as she flinched to his approach.

"Pleeese," they could hear Cissi plead into the mattress.

"Steady, bitch," he tried to command. But it had the opposite effect and the girl raised her head and sobbed loudly, "Please stop!"

Pidyn reacted by slapping her with the greasy glove. Gel flew every direction, some hitting Timmy's cheek, signaling to him the need for a strategy with more modeling for his 11-year-old assistant.

"Ah," Ginger jumped as Timmy suddenly jerked his finger from Ginger's anus.

Timmy stood and motioned for Pidyn to follow as they retreated to a corner of the room. "Bael, extinguish the bitches' hearing," he calmly commanded. Suddenly for the girls they were listening to exhortations of diligent Satanic bitch-hood, and nothing of the older boy's instructions to the younger.

"Pidyn, listen," Timmy wasn't sure where to start or what to focus on. "Listen, this takes a little smoothness. We've gotta get them to want to do what we tell'em, see. So we've got to go slow... and we have to kind of ... bring them along. And if we do it right, they'll want to please us, see?" He paused waiting for some response.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Right. So we actually can't scare them into being good bitches. It's more like we get them to trust us to make them be good bitches. And we keep telling them they want to be good bitches. So when they do what we tell them because they trust us, it's cause we get them to want to please us. Then the harder it is to please us, the more they want to, see?"

"Yeah, I guess... I don't know... I guess," Pidyn looked down and Timmy put his arm around him and patted him encouragingly.

"I know. It's not as simple as what it seems when you see guys manage their bitches. There's a lot that goes into it, that you don't see till you work with someone who knows what their doing... Like I did. ..." Pidyn looked up and Timond winked at him.

"And it's never simple and it's never what you expect. You just gotta go with what happens and be patient and persistent and stay focused on what you want her to do... and keep telling her when it's right and when it's wrong. It's not easy Pidyn, but you be patient and you'll get good at it."

"Ok, we're going to trade," Timmy pulled off his gloves and offered them to the younger boy. "You take my bitch, I'm going to take the other. You watch and learn."

"Am I going to fuck Ginger?" Pidyn asked slipping on the new gloves.

"No," Timmy shook his head, "I'm not sure she's really ready, or at least the Brothers want me to hold off, but anyway our job is to get the other one compliant and fucking. When we think Cissi's ready, you'll do your business on her."

They strode towards the girls who were still prostrate on the mattress, holding hands but now had their faces turned towards each other. They could see Cissi on the right with her back heaving from crying.

"Bael, restore the bitches' hearing," Timmy commanded the network computers. "Bitches, face down. You don't have a cock in you yet, so show some respect."

Ginger turned her face into the mattress and gave the other girl's hand a squeeze. But Cissi continued her quiet weeping with her head still to the side.

Timmy knelt down by her right side and put his hand on her back. Looking at Pidyn next Ginger and indicating the displayed butt, "Get it lubed more and get another finger in her. Get her nice and stretched. Once you can get your thumb in, give her clit a diddle." Timmy wasn't certain Pidyn knew what he meant but decided to give him time to figure it out.

Timmy was kneeling next to Cissi on the side opposite Ginger and Cissi's head was still turned looking at her. He put his hands on each side of her head, he rotated her face away from Ginger's side to his own and held it there. "Look at me, Cissi. I want to know something. Your brother fucked you a lot. Did he ever fuck your butt?"

She stared at him silently. Some tears came from her eyes. Timmy moved his hand to her bare anus. "Back here. Did he ever fuck you here?" he said pressing his gloved finger against the hole. Then she nodded a little. "A lot?" Timmy asked and smoothed her hair back once to push it from her eyes, waiting for an answer. "Did he do it once or several times or every day? How much?"

"I don't know," she said with a whine. She coughed a little. "He ... once in while ... my daddy told him ... showed us... I want my mommmy."

"I know honey. But not right now. You be a good girl and do what Mr. Pidyn and I say and we'll see. But that's great that your daddy and brother showed you how to butt fuck." He pulled his left glove off and lay it on the bed above her head. Then he ran his fingers through her hair. "That's really important here, Cissi. When a man or Pidyn or I ... or one of the other boys takes you by the butt it's because we care about you and that's how we teach you to respect men. Here at Novum, we teach girls to respect cocks and the most important way to show respect is to use your ass to satisfy it. When one of us fuck your ass and leave jizz in it, the way your brother did, that shows they really value you and want to teach you. It's an honor to have cum in your ass here at Novum." He continued to stroke hair, and ran his hand down her back. His face was really close to hers now. "Little girls that are really popular get buggered a lot, especially by the Brothers."

"I don't wanna be buggered," she whined.

"Cissi, you want to be popular here. It's the most important thing. Lots of good things happen if you're popular. You get nice clothes and you get good food and the men are nice to you and make you feel good... You get to go to parties if you're popular and the boys like you." He moved his face even closer now just a few centimeters away. "You, don't have any clothes here. Do you want something to wear?"

"What happened to my clothes?"

"You can't wear those clothes here, Cissi. You can only wear clothes that Pidyn and I give you... and maybe some of the Brothers. We need to find you something today, don't we?"

"Yes!"

"Ok, then you have to do what we say, and you have to please Pidyn." He slipped his hand under her hair around her ear to grip her head. "You have to make Pidyn's wanker happy, just like you did for your brother and daddy. Can you do that for us?"

She didn't answer, obviously processing the thought.

"If you do that, we'll find you something pretty to wear, ok?"

"ok."

"Good girl. We'll teach you how to be a good girl and you'll have lots of pretty things to wear and the boys will want to fuck that pretty little pussy and that pretty little butt all the time." He moved his hand down to her ass now and patted the very bottom of her vulva exposed between her tightly closed legs.

"Good girl. Now spread your legs for me and move back a little." He pulled on her shoulder with his right hand and pushed forward on the back of her knee at the same time, just as he had done with Ginger. But this girl was shorter and all she could do was reach the bed with her short thighs.

"Bael, lower the platform ... uh ... 5 centimeters." The "bed" hummed and slowly went down as he had commanded. Now he could move her back and with her knees under the mattress platform her ass stuck out more invitingly. Grabbing the back of her shin around the knee he pulled her closest leg closer to himself, pushed the other away to spread her crotch for use.

"Good girl, Cissi. We're going to get you ready for Pidyn now," he said slipping his left glove back on and lubing its fingers. "Mm. Cissi. You have a really pretty ass for a girl just 10 years old, you know that?" He smeared the gel from the fingers around her hole pressing in a little but not violating its integrity yet. "Pidyn likes it. He told me when we were talking about you."

Timmy heard Ginger make a sound and looked over at what Pidyn was doing. He had two fingers in her hole and was making good progress working into her.

"Just try to relax now," he said to Cissi. "The more you relax the easier this will be." He slowly pushed his little finger in first. As he had done with Ginger he fucked it in gradually, pressing insistently until he was in to its length.

"Oooh, I don't ...."

"Shh... Be a good girl now. Try to relax your butt. Don't squeeze it out." He moved it around to find any turds that might have come down since Pike had cleaned her. He was concerned that she had not been properly flushed and knew they might have to change the plan if she was not clean enough. Tomorrow that is how they would start. But today they would have to play it by ear... or in this case, by finger. "Good girl," he said as he gradually withdrew his little finger and replaced it with his index finger. "You're doing great, Cissi," he pushed the larger finger in slowly, fucking back then a little farther in, back then farther in, until she was accommodating it all.

"Ooh!"

"Oh, girl, your ass feels so good to me. Mmm." He pushed around as far as he could reach but was pleased to find nothing there but more rectum. "Good girl." Timmy looked up at Pidyn. In a more business tone he said, "She's clean. No enema necessary."

"Isn't she a good girl, Mr. Pidyn? I bet you can't wait to fuck that." He patted her butt cheek.

"No, sir. I really want to. When do we get to, sir?" Pidyn tried to make his voice sound especially eager. His crotch was exposed like Timmy's and it was obvious that he was actually ready and eager for the task.

"You put that number 7 plug in her," he said nodding towards Ginger, "and I'll have this one ready pretty quick." He pulled back and pushed in his second ring finger.

"Oh!" the girl jerked up, her head coming off the bed and body lurching forward away from the intruders.

"Easy now," he said slipping his hand under her stomach between her thighs and the mattress. "Back a little." He pulled back on her thighs to extend her ass out again. "Be my good girl and we're going to make you feel really good now." He moved his ring finger from the top of her thigh to between her legs trying to feel the top of her pussy and her clitoris with the gloved finger.

He knew when he touched it because he heard, "Ow." It was sensitive from the ring placement. Pushing the finger down along the clit ring, he put his own ring as close to it as the glove would allow. At that moment he looked at her collar and saw the momentary wetness of the chemical first appear around the collar's edges then disappear into her skin.

"Oooooh," she moaned.

"Goood girl. That feels reeally good, my good girl," he said in a sing song drawing the finger back and forth. "Feels really good. This is such a nice pussy too, Mr. Pidyn. You're going to love this girl's pussy." Now he spread the fingers in her ass, pulling towards himself. Turning then pulling a different direction. "Mm. But we're going fuck this ass first, aren't we, Mr. Pidyn?"

"O." Pidyn had pushed the plug into Ginger's butt.

"Ooh," Cissi seemed to reply to Ginger. The girls were squeezing hands tightly now.

"Yeah, I want to pump a lot of jizz in that butt," he said as he pumped the little diaphragm at the end of Ginger's butt plug to inflate it's tip, locking it firmly in place.

Timond took his right hand from the girl's crotch and stuck the fingers of the glove between his teeth to bite down and pull his hand out. Letting the glove drop to the floor, he reached down, picked it up and tossed it aside.

"Cissi," he put his hand on the back of her head which was still up and grabbed some hair, "Did your daddy fuck your ass too?"

Timond motioned for Pidyn to get behind the girl and gave him a thumbs up meaning get his cock good and hard.

"yes," she replied with a weak voice, "once."

"Good girl. You had a good daddy," he said and pushed her face down into the mattress. "Now, I want you to be a good girl and keep your head down till Mr. Pidyn gets his cock in you. Then when I tell, you I want you put your head up. But wait till I tell you. Can you keep your head down now?"

As Pidyn pumped his cock, Timond slowly pulled his fingers from the girl's asshole and picking up the bottle of lube he held it above Pidyn's phallus. Timond grabbed the tip of the boy's penis to extend it out horizontally and ran several lines of gel all over it. Then with his gloved hand smoothed the gel all around it.

He nodded towards the still distended waiting asshole. "Ok, Mr. Pidyn. Our little girl's waiting. Put it up there and get ready."

Ginger moved her face to look again at the girl to her right. They still held hands. She rolled a little, putting her left shoulder under her and exchanging hands to hold Cissi's she now put her right hand on Cissi's back. She looked up at Timond and they made eye contact. Timmy gave a positive nod.

"Mr. Pidyn's gonna make you his bitch, Cissi. You're such a lucky girl." Ginger petted her hair as Timmy often did to her.

"Oh." Cissi made a muffled sound of anxiety.

"It's ok, Cissi. I'm right here." Ginger continued to pet her hair.

Timmy nodded to Pidyn, "Go slow. In just a little then stop."

Pidyn had his stomach pushed forward and the tip of penis was on the open brown hole. He leaned forward a small bit and feeling the threat the girl pushed forward and away.

"Hold still, Cissi." Timmy put his hand on Cissi's shoulder and held her. "Let it go in. Mr. Pidyn needs to fuck you now." Watching the penis enter, he quietly said to Pidyn, "More."

Pidyn leaned forward and his dick pushed in.

"Just relax now." Ginger continued to pet her. "Let Mr. Pidyn fuck you."

Pidyn fucked his cock into the hole and the lubing gel piled up around its entry.

"ooh. stop" The girl felt the need to escape.

"I wish he would fuck me," Ginger watched the side of the girl's head as the girl squeezed her hand harder. "You are sooo lucky, Cissi. You're going to be Mr. Pidyn's bitch."

"Fuck her," Timmy said quietly.

Now the boy started actually fucking in and out. He closed his eyes at the pleasure and grabbed her hips.

"oooh."

"Head up now, Cissi. Get your head up." Timmy moved the hand on her shoulder to under her forehead and pushed it up. When the girl was facing the wall in front of her, Timmy held her head. "That's my proud bitch. Good girl. Fuck your bitch, Mr. Pidyn."

Pidyn started to pound into her butt harder now. Timmy could see his cock was totally engaged, "Feel any shit?" he asked the humping boy.

Pidyn shook his head. "It's good. Feels good," he said breathing harder.

"You're a proud bitch," Ginger said, as she moved her hand to the girl's shoulder. She could see the girl inching forward as the boy's thrusting became more aggressive. "You're a proud bitch, aren't you? I wish Mr. Pidyn would make me his bitch."

They watched as Pidyn began to seriously pound her ass.

"Mr. Pidyn, I really need my butt fucked too," Ginger said sweetly. "Could you make your bitch next?"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Pidyn said breathlessly pounding her hole hard.

"Gaa, gaa, gaa, gaa ..." Cissi began to make a guttural noise in time with thrusting.

It was Timmy's experience that the Form 4 boys wouldn't last long, but he didn't want him to wear her out the first round.

"Ok, now Mr. Pidyn. Time to shoot your business in. Anytime."

As if on cue, "Uuh, uuh, uuh..." Now the boy was obviously orgasming, slowing and pounding it in as deeply as his gonads would want.

After a few more grunts, he gave the last hard thrusts, held on to her hips and then was done. He pushed her butt cheeks away hard enough she almost fell over but Timmy held her. Pidyn stood up and the girl gasped and moaned, reaching between her legs to cover her bung hole. "Oh my ..." but she couldn't finish the sentence and releasing Ginger's hand, collapsed and leaned against the mattress' edge breathing and trying to cover her hole with both hands.

"Good girl," Timmy said as he pulled her against his chest. "Good bitch. You did good, sweety." The girl was covered with sweat. Timmy wiped her forehead and, leaning down, gave the side of her head a little kiss. "Good girl. Ok, now up on the bed." Timmy put his hands under her arms and gave her a little push up. "Up now and lay down. Ginger you too."

Both girls looked a little confused and incredulous. What next? Why? Ginger recovered herself first and turned reaching her hand out. "Come on. Come with me, Cissi. We'll lay up here and rest a little, ok?"

Cissi looked like she was going to start weeping again, but she struggled up and rolled onto the bed on her back. Timmy rose up too and knelt on the mattress, "No, no. On your tummy, Cissi. Rollover. He gave her shoulder a pull towards himself and the girl, like a rag doll, was on her stomach. Timmy straightened out her legs, then climbed over her and sat on the back of her thighs, kneeling and pumping his cock. He looked down at Pidyn who was leaning against a wall. Pointing to the bottle of lube, "Hand me that," he said caressing his cock.

Even Pidyn was a little taken aback and paused. But he moved forward, swept up the bottle and tossed it to Timond who then put a big, gel hat on the top of his penis, and while he smoothed it down the shaft with one hand, tossed the bottle on the bed with the other. "The sooner we get this done the better, Cissi. I need to make you my bitch, too. It'll be easier now than later."

He pushed his legs down along hers and holding himself with one hand, aimed his cock at the gaping brown hole with the other. Without any ceremony, he simply dropped his weight down on his stiff rod and it immediately plunged into the little girl's ass most of the way.

"Ooooooh!" She screamed loudly.

Timond grabbed her hands and stretched them out above her head. He began to pound his own cock into the now very sensitive asshole. "Where's your place, bitch?" he said loudly fucking in deeper.

"Oooooh my ... oooh"

"Where's your place, bitch?" Timmy said again, even louder.

Ginger put her head down close to the other little girl's face who was turned toward her. "It's ok, I'm still here. Say it, Cissi. You can say it. Say at the end of your cock sir."

"Say at the end of your cock, sir," Timmy repeated as he pounded into her posterior. "Say it."

"OOooh please stop," the little girl continued to beg. Timmy was bigger than Pidyn and he knew the girl was hurting.

"Say at the end of your cock, sir. Please say it Cissi then he'll finish and let you rest," Ginger pleaded.

"oh, oh, oh, oooh," the girl seemed unable even to respond through her sobs.

"Where's your place, bitch?" Timmy asked again.

"Say it, bitch. Tell him your place," now Pidyn had even entered the fray, "Say at ... the ... end ... of ... your .... Cock .... Sir!"

The girl had moved her head into the mattress and was grasping the mattress cover with her fists. "at the end of your cock sir" came a muffled sound.

Timmy pulled her hair up. "Proud bitch. You have a cock in your ass. Where's your place?"

"At the end of your cock, sir!" she pleaded.

Timmy pushed her head down again and tried to reach under her as he kept pumping, but with little success. He looked up and saw a small pillow at the top of the mattress. "Get that," he said pointing for Ginger.

Ginger looked, "The pillow?"

"Get it." Timmy repeated.

Ginger grabbed the little pillow and handed it to him. Timmy paused a second and pulling his weight off he reached under the girl's waist, "Up," he said, "Get up a little."

The girl didn't understand what he wanted but she pushed up with her hands and responded to his pull on her waist. Timmy stuffed the pillow under her tummy, then pushed back down pumping again.

"Good girl. Now we're going to make you feel good again," he said reaching his hand under her crotch and between her legs. "My good bitch," he said fucking her ass insistently and running his ring finger again down along her clit and its ring. He almost grabbed at her clitoris, touching the rings together insistently. "Good girl. Feels sooo good." Timmy could smell the chemical under her collar. "Sooo good. Such a good girl."

"Oooooooooooooh," she gave a long moan and Timmy began to feel her sphincter pulsing around his cock. "She's cumming," he said, to Pidyn or Ginger or just himself no one was sure, but he repeated, "My good little bitch is cumming." This brought his own orgasm to start making him slow and buck into her ass harder. "Here's your cum little bitch. Lots of cream in your ass."

"hhhh hhhhh oh hhhh uuhh..." she was breathing into her orgasm as they worked at her it together, Timmy pulling up hard on the top of her pussy with his ring finger.

"Cum my good little bitch," he said as he pulled out and rolled off, releasing an exhausted exhale.

Ginger immediately put her arm over Cissi and covered her shoulders with her own upper body. "It's ok. He's finished. It's ok," she whispered. "You did good."

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#2326 Day 8 20:10 Novum school level 4 boy's dorm Mr. Timond's room

The door slid closed behind the girl Timmy had been using. She had grabbed her camisole without even slipping it back on. She had a big round ass and generous boobs for a mid-teen. But Ginger knew that Timmy wasn't that crazy about her because he always had "Bael" mark them as a favorite if he wanted to do them again, which he did not do. Now Ginger couldn't even remember who her handler was and never knew her name. As had become their habit, if Ginger wasn't out "entertaining" other men or boys, Ginger knelt on the floor next Timmy's bed and licked the last of the cum that seeped from the little hole at the end of his cock. As she was cleaning him, Timmy petted her hair. Ginger liked this time. There was kind of a quiet satisfaction after his last cum of the day, but before she lay herself down next to Max, the dog she slept next to and was her special responsibility to service in any way he wanted. Ginger kept licking to make it last a little longer.

But when she finally moved down to his testicles, Timmy patted her cheek, "Good girl. Time to go to sleep now. Go cuddle with Max," giving her the cue that her day was finished too.

"Mr. Timond?"

"Yes? What? Time for bed now."

"When are you going to fuck me?"

He didn't answer right way, but petted her hair again to show her that he heard her question. Finally he said, "When you're ready. Soon I think."

"Like soon, like tomorrow, or soon like next week? When do you think I'll be ready?"

"I don't know, Ging. We'll see. You have to learn to take Max. That'll tell me a lot, when you can handle him. I think soon. We'll see tomorrow, ok?"

"yeah. ok."

She moved away towards the dog laying on the wide, soft pallet in the corner. "Ok, maybe tomorrow. G'night."

He didn't answer the good night. He never did. She suspected no one does here because ... because ... who knows.

Settling next to the dog, she pulled a little blanket over them both. "Maxi, my Maxi. You wanna fuck me don't you honey. Com'ere," she said cuddling him for warmth. He raised his head and looked at her. Then put it back down and the building's computer network dimmed the light. But it was still enough for her to see Mr. Timond's silent silhouette.

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by Alexander Martin