Story codes: Mdom, Mg, pedo, preteen, anal, BD, Sadism, enema, whip

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Summary: A visit to the "Lounge" on 7th floor where Ginger and other "converts" are displayed a made available to the guests to celebrate the Novum art and science of conversion.

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Characters

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

(Fluffy) : bunny fluffer, 5 years old sandy blond hair, convert

Reverend Sendd: minister of the Brotherhood of Denali

Brother Samuel: director of Novum school

Ginger: 11 yr old girl, a convert

Deisha : 13 year old, dark, tall natural girl

Dicky: 12 yr old boy, a natural

Dicky's fluffers: 13 year old identical twins, converts from Central America

Johnny: 8 yr old, a convert

Kulki: 19 yr old boy, student in Form 6 (Sabrina's primary handler)

Brother Pikkemand (Pike) : Timond's training counselor

Mr. Simon : Proddum community member and employee

Ivy: older female milker (cow) (a trans)

Sabrina: (#2301) 10 yo budding Kulki's girl in Form 5

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

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#2326 Day 11 20:08 Girls Prep Room in the basement of Novum School

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By the time Timond led Ivy into the Girls Prep Room in the basement of Novum School he found Dicky and all the girls in the sprayer room. Timond's strawberry blond bitch was hanging over a training bar that ran across the middle of the room with an enema hose reaching from the ceiling. She had a small spreader bar attached half way up her thighs and she wore wrist straps that were clipped to rings built into the sprayer room's floor. Everybody was naked, Dicky was hosing her down, his fluffers were scrubbing her with stiff sponges, the girl was sobbing and Timond could see her normally flat stomach was slightly distended.

"Geez, Dicky, what are you doing?" Timond shouted and room echoed. It was a sincere question. Timond quickly shut the enema hose off and pulled nozzle from her anus. Water shot from her rectum like a whale's spout getting everyone wet. The fluffers burst into hilarious laughter. They were having fun. Timond became furious, "Do understand you can injure a bitch that way? Where do you think the water is going to go when her ass is full?"

Dicky blinked, "Down?"

"This is valuable property Dicky, and it isn't ours!" Timond was ready to stuff the hose up Dicky's ass and show him about water going "down", he was so stupid. "Now take her to the toilet and get that water out. Then get her dried off and give her to the cow to get her looking presentable."

I'm going to get my bag from my locker and change.

"Mr. Timond," the girl was barely intelligible thru her sobs, "You ...you promised you ...you would take ...take me home to ...to sleep," sobbing louder.

"We don't have time," Timond replied, "I've got to get you up for display in the Lounge before the Thais get there."

"But you ...you pro-omised!" she pleaded.

"Look, bitch, you calm down or you will shit consequences." Timond's voice got low.

"But-"

"Fuck!" Turning to Dicky, "Get a ball gag and a thumb belt. Fuck! I don't have time for this shit."

"Take these two fluffers to the Prep Room, and get them cleaned up and dolled up for the Lounge, cow," Timond bellowed, then started unsnapping the girl. She broke into a torrent of wails.

The woman's smock was wet. It clung to her ample tits and obviously very pregnant belly. Even though he loved to fuck her when he was a guest at Brother Samuel's house only a year ago, he did not find her very attractive now. He made a note to himself to stable her before he took the blond to the top.

By the time he got the girl's wrists and ankles unsnapped, Dicky was back with paraphernalia. When Timond put the ball gag in her mouth the weeping quieted. When he cinched it tight, it quieted even more. Dicky had accidentally picked the right size. The damn things worked well. Then he cinched the belt on and locked her thumbs to the back. This made her easy to control. Timond noticed a snap cord hanging from the belt that someone had forgot to remove. He thought for a second. He unsnapped the cord from the belt, and attached one end to her nose ring and ran the other end around the spreader bar that was still between her thighs, snapped it and cinched that tight too. Now she was not making a sound at all, just breathing loudly. He marveled at another thing Brother Samuel had taught his class. It was that constraining a bitch helps calm her down. "She feels under control," he said. He knew so much about how to manage these animals.

"You get on that side," he motioned to Dicky, "Come on," He said, as they took the girl by her arms and frog marched her to the toilet. Timond grabbed the spreader bar and pulled up on it "Ease her back," He said to Dicky. The girl immediately lost her balance falling back toward the toilet, but Timond with one hand, and Dicky with two guided her in a slow controlled fall onto the toilet. "Shit," he commanded. She was used to toileting on command. Grunting only a little, water squirted from the rectum into the toilet. Timond leaned her forward, with one hand under her stomach. In the other hand he still had the nozzle which he crammed without warning into the girls asshole. More water streamed out, as Timond massaged her tummy. Now he unclipped the cord from her nose and spreader and tossed it into the sink.

"What did you do with her plug, Dicky?" asked Timond.

"I don't know. I don't remember," Dicky answered, "Should I look for it?"

"Yes, but help me take her to the cow first," said Timond with disappointment.

When Timond returned from changing his clothes, his bitch was dressed. Timond, for his part was decked out in a black leather jacket. It had sharp lines and a fine net front that ran around his chest and reached under his arms. He felt it was sexy and when doing a lot of fast fucking, it breathed cooler. His balls were held in a little red silk bag. His cock hung down over it looking semi-erect and darker. The piece was held up by a thin belt around his waist but it had a black strap that ran around over the top of his penis that was cinched tight to help improve or sustain an erection. The Reverend Sendd always commented on it and he liked the attention, but it was also helpful during a long night. He expected this would be one.

He removed the ball gag and laid it on the makeup stand. Then he inspected his bitch. She looked tired, staring away at the wall. The blonde's hair was dry now, with a slight curl. She had bright red lipstick with dark eyelashes and a hint of shadow. "Nice job on the hair, Ivy. That was fast." She only looked at his crotch, nodding a little with a slight smile. Timond looked at the cow's meek composure and though her head was lowered he could see the 666 on her forehead that indicated her cow status. She was relatively tall for a cow and he reached up and patted the top of her head. "Good girl, Ivy." She did not react.

Timond was wearing Ginger's leash remote control around his neck. He switched it so most of her collar took on a light yellow tinge. This was to indicate that Lounge patrons had to ask permission to use her. Ivy had put a thin, see-through black top with embroidered flowers near her pubescent nipple bumps on her and a similar very short skirt just slightly covering her pussy. Timond looked at her little tits thru the blouse. They seemed a little bigger, standing out a little more. He liked the look. "Display," Timond said almost casually. She was wearing black high heels and when she started to spread her legs, she lost her balance and had to steady herself with the high makeup stand. Timond walked behind her and crouched, pulling his little whip from under his jacket. He flicked her ankles to indicate she should spread a little more. Looking closely at her butt, "Bend forward," he said placing a hand on her back and cueing her with a little push. She held onto the makeup stand and leaned forward bending at the waist at a slight angle. Timond used his thumbs to spread her butt cheeks. He could see the acquisition date tattoo and her anus. The asshole looked red and irritated, but better than he expected. He reached up for a tissue from the stand and whipped some moisture away. He would lube it upstairs. He wanted her butt cheeks redder, but he didn't want to say anything to Dicky. He'd do that upstairs too.

Timond moved around to her front. Just above her sex was a blue butterfly tattoo. He would have to change the color in the next couple of days. Her vulva was very flat with a little red rouge that was not working. She was obviously not horny at all, which is not good for a bitch that is to be displayed. Timond reached up for a wipe from makeup stand and wiped off the rouge. Removing the makeup revealed the pussy lips had light thatched red marks across them. "What..?"

"I whipped her pussy a little. I knew you would want the lips brightened up too." explained Dicky. Timond had told him to "brighten up her ass" on the way to the building. Dicky continued, "Then I put some color on."

"Yeah, well that doesn't work very well, Dicky," Timond scolded. He fetched a small blue clip from his jacket pocket to clip on her clit and to show that she should not be pussy fucked yet,

"Ouchhh," he heard her say almost in a whine. "I..." she started to say something and Timond glared at her and she closed her mouth and looked away.

As he was standing up he said, "Put the ball gag in your pocket, Dicky ... incase we need it later."

Timond looked at the older woman, "Ivy, do you need milking?" She nodded. Timond turned to Dicky and pointed his hand at the younger boy, "Ok, listen Dicky, I'm going to lock her in the milking frame in the Girls Workout room and put the milker on her tits, then I'll come up. I don't want the old cow wondering around anywhere. If you see Brother Samuel, tell him where she is. After we get my bitch mounted on a pole, you can come down and crate Ivy. Right now I want you to take her and your girls up to the Lounge and wait for me up in cove 1. I need to bring up some equipment. And, please, just bitch her up, keep her head down, and don't do anymore, ok? I want to mount her presentable, not scarred, not bleeding from the asshole ... presentable. Just bitch her up tight and wait for me. Can you do that?"

"Yes, sir," he answered with a disappointed tone. Clipping the bitch with a leash, he told his fluffers to follow, and gave her a little jerk. She put her legs together and precariously clamored behind the boy as he led them to the elevator.

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#2326 Day 21: 20:55 in Novum school level 7 The Lounge

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The elevator opened onto level 7 and Timond saw the huge video displays above the dance island bar read Celebrate Conversion - New Liberations. Below the banner was a graphic drawing of a woman with her face, arms and knees on the floor but her ass high above her and a man with his foot on her ass, his cock and testicles swinging above it. Timond pushed the cart off the elevator and made his way to Cove 1.

Cove 1 - Timond's display

When Timond rolled an equipment cart into the Lounge cove, he found the little bitch in a huddle on her knees, with her forearms and face on the floor just as he had instructed, bitched up tight. Her black high heels were neatly placed next to her. The dark blond hair hid her face but he suspected she was asleep. Dicky had his fluffers "bitched down" on their backs on the floor in front of his chair, side by side, with their knees spread apart but feet together. They were playing a game. He would try to swat their pussies with a little whip before the victim could close her legs. He had started slow holding his switch high with the girls giggling, but now he was speeding up a little and closer. When he finally scored a hit the girl jumped a little, "Owwwie!" slapping her knees closed unfortunately late. "One!" he called out. Her twin giggled and Dicky tried to flick back to nail her pussy too but she quickly snapped her knees shut and they all giggled. This was more fun with two girls. Dicky raised his switch and they both spread their knees again.

"Dicky, you should probably go down and crate the cow now. She's probably finished milking and she can't shut off the machine. I secured her hands down," said Timond.

He jumped up, "Ok, I'll take care of you two when I get back," and he swatted them both hard on the side of their hips.

"Ow! Ow!" they chimed. Dicky dropped his whip into his vacant chair.

"And you better bitch those two up, or someone will come by and fuck them. They look too old for fluffers," Timond added, "Dicky, can I ask, they are what, 13? Why don't you break those two to ride? They are definitely big enough, especially for the little pork sword you got."

"I'm going to. I just don't know which one to break first," Dicky answered, then turning, "Bitch up! Bitch up tight!" then ran off for the stairs.

Timond shook his head. He heard the girls still giggling, "You heard Mr. Dicky, bitch up tight, now!" They rolled over lazily, onto their knees, huddling down, arms on the floor over their head, snuggling next to each other, still giggling a little. Their cunts were peeping out under their buttholes. They were a little stocky for him, but he had the urge to fuck them. He wondered what Dicky would say if, when he returned, they were in the same position with their cunts both bleeding, and Timond could say, "I solved your dilemma."

But that would be crossing a line that would get him into serious trouble with the Brotherhood, and lose his newly achieved status. It wasn't worth it.

He turned his attention to his little strawberry blond. She looked so peaceful, innocently sleeping. He liked looking at her fingers and watching her breath softly. Her feet splayed out from under her butt, with her cute little toes. Ginger's fingers stretched on the floor were so sweetly delicate. He looked at the time on one of the big monitor screens above the central stage. The Thais could be here very soon, besides he remembered what Brother Samuel had said, "Your role has changed. Your job has become making her vulnerable again."

Now more boys from the school were coming up bringing various ages and sizes of bitches and fluffers up the back stairs from the lower levels. Some of the girls were from the school. The girls assigned in his section, Section A, were all familiar, as he had used them all for play and practice and porn. Girls from other sections were less familiar, though he had had the opportunity to use most of them at least once, usually in the Form lounges, sometimes here in the school Lounge. It was considered a kind of etiquette to use every girl at least once. Most of the girls were eager to be popular. All of the girls were at least, compliant.

But some girls now arriving in the Lounge, Timond did not recognize. They were probably lent to the boys, or to the Reverend from the houses and stables of the wider community. This was turning into a major event.

Timond needed help, however most looked busy. On a couch above a cove some ways away he saw his good brother Zakila. Timond waved but Zakila did not notice. He knew he could message him but Zaki was occupied and Timond did not want to play the role of needy little pest anymore. Zaki had a little red headed fluffer on his lap legs up, tickling her butt making her titter. She might have been 6 or 7. This was typical of Zakila thought Timond. He was very pedo more often than not when given the choice.

He walked to Ginger's side, pulled his little whip from under his jacket, bent and raised his hand to give this little bitch a really dramatic wake up call. He would show Brother Samuel a role change indeed. But he paused. She was already so completely exhausted. Timond began to imagine the craziness she might respond to being pushed to beyond endurance. What would this accomplish? It was an important night for him, so he lowered the whip and replaced it in his belt. He looked at her butthole which was on display in her folded position. Her anus was red from the hard fucking he had given her only a short time ago. He pondered it moment. Then, from the equipment cart, he found the remote controlled anal vibrator he brought and generously greased it. He knelt beside girl on her left facing her butt, and reaching around her waist with his left arm, he inserted the electronic dildo with his right hand, gripping and reassuring her firmly with his left. As he began to insert it into the sleeping blonde's ass, she began to rouse. "eeoooh," she began to whine. "Quiet Ging. It's almost show time. I have to get you ready, now," Timond informed her. When it was in, he found the tiny bulb on the handle's end and pumped it to inflate an inner bulb and lock the anal devise into place.

"Oooh, Mr. Timond, please, my butt's already sore. ..." the girl's voice was barely audible.

Timond reached under her arms and lifted her to her feet. "Shhh ...don't complain now. Show everyone you can be my good little fuck bitch. You're not fluffy anymore Ginger. Fuck bitches take what cums." He thought she might get the pun, but now was not time. Then he took her hand and stood. She followed.

Timond guided her toward the star frame. Then firmly took a wrist and said, "Come on, time to take your place," leading her to the frame shaped like a 5 pointed star, two points directed up, left and right. She stood in it's middle looking at it warily. "But..." starting to object or ask a question, Timond didn't care which.

"Shhh...no discussion now Ginger. Time to take your place," positioning her inside the frame. He directed her wrists up to two straps, each inside the top two star points, one for her left arm and the other for the right. "Grab the strap," he told her, "it will give you more stability. Here and here. Hold the straps tight," he said as he wrapped the strap ends around her wrists to hold her in place. "And this will help if you accidentally let go."

Crouching in front of her like a shoe salesman he held out a high heel, "Put your foot in sweetheart," slipping in each foot into a high heel and locked their straps tightly. Now he put his hands on her a calf and said, "Now spread...spread your feet out farther." Her feet were spread a little beyond shoulder width and inside the arm of the two lateral star points on the bottom he clamped each of the heels into the floor stand of the frame. Timond stood back. Ginger looked at him. "Do I have to stand here all night?"

Timond went to the utility cart and brought back a pole stand. Clipping thinner dildo atop he placed the stand under her crotch inside the central downward star point. The pole stand with the dildo atop rose directly up to just below her displayed pussy.

He greased the dildo at the top of the pole and for good measure, he dabbed some grease on her pussy lips and pushed a generous dob into her pussy with his little finger. "oohhaaa ...please..." She moved a little back trying to avoid the intrusion but the locked heels and wrist ties restrained any but minor movement.

Now he stood back again and looked. "Good, perfect." The shape of the star points accentuated her arms and legs in a strict position. The dildo atop the automated pole belied her precariously vulnerable situation.

Timond bent down and pushing a button on the pole's base, it began to extend upward, raising the dildo at it's top toward her vulva.

Ginger looked down watching the careful action, "What are you doing?" sounding alarmed.

He reached around her butt, "Quiet now, I don't want to use the ball gag again. It wouldn't look good. Forward just a bit," He stopped the dildo's rise and reaching around her inner thigh, pulled her forward just a bit, then depressed the pole button again.

This time as the pole extended upward, the automated thin dildo raised up penetrating her pussy lips about 3 centimeters. "aaahh," more alarmed, trying to close her legs but the heels clamped to the floor prevented that. "Ginger, I need you to stay still and stay quiet," he responded, "Ok, pull up ...see if you can get off."

Given the idea, the girl frantically tried to get off the dildo but could not get high enough. "Good," he said approvingly. Timond removed something from his pocket. "Open up a little..." putting his fingers in her mouth, "Ok, Ginger, open your mouth," slipping a jaw block on each side of her mouth to prevent her from closing her mouth. "Your mouth needs to stay open to show respect for our guests," Timond explained. The girl spoke something unintelligible. Timond only responded with another, "Shhh." He pulled a thin chain from the equipment cart and carefully attached one end to the girl's nose ring, and pushing her chin up with his hand and pushing her head back, connected the other end to a ring centered on the top center of the star frame at the point where the two top star points met over her head. Carefully he began to adjust the chain to a length short enough for her head to be uncomfortably back but her nose was now pointed up, and tears coming from her eyes.

Timond considered this to be the classic Brotherhood image of a woman, nose in the air, on the end of a chain, extended, vulnerable, dominated, and to add a 5^th point to the star, a cock in her cunt.

Looking at her pussy, stretched over the dildo, "It needs a little color." He went to the utility cart and from a drawer removed a bottle of cayenne spray. Timond hated the stuff because he always seemed to get it on himself. But he carefully gave each of the outer lips of her vulva a tiny squirt. At first she didn't react, but in a few seconds she tried to pull away from the dildo again and made guttural noises. Very quickly the girl's cunt lips took on a stronger reddish tint.

Now he stepped back to the very edge of the cove and looked at his work again from a distance. "I hope this is what the Reverend Sendd had in mind," he spoke aloud to the girl whom was clearly unable to respond.

"Ok, hold tight to the bar now," he said to the girl, then "Bael, turn on the proximity detector and run the program "Proximity Fuck 16" and set the safety limit to ...uhh...uh...4."

"Proximity Fuck 16 program is now running. The safety limit is now 4," the system acknowledged.

Nothing happened. Timond slowly stepped closer. As he did the dildo began slowly pushing up and down again. The closer he got the faster the dildo violated the girl's cunt. By the time he got within touching distance the dildo was ramming almost violently. As he reached out to touch her, it suddenly stopped. He could hear the girl trying to cry. "Quiet bitch. Submissive silence."

The machine began its rapid cunt plunging again as he lowered his hand and when he backed away from the ramming dildo, it slowed and stopped as he reached the outside of the space.

"Boo," said a familiar voice behind him. He turned to see Zakila considering his "display art".

"Hm. I think the Reverend will like it. It's that proximity thing you were working on for that class last week, right?" Zakila asked. He was holding the hand of a young blond preteen in a black negligee and fluffy black skirt. Timond realized he had changed girls already.

"Yeah. I told him about it yesterday so I think he wanted to see it today, from what he told me after the demonstration." Timond turned to admire it. "I don't want to leave it unsupervised though. Too many boys around. Dicky was supposed to come back to help but you know Dicky. He can be a flake. I wanted to drop a shot in one of the lottery breeders."

"I know, that's why my little sugar and I came over. I already burped my worm in one a those bitches. Tell you what. She an' I will go up there and play," he pointed to the balcony overlooking the alcove, "and you go shoot your load and relax a bit. We'll sit up there and play a game of licky licky." He looked down at the girl and smiled. She pursed her lips and projected a kiss. "I'll keep an eye on that one," he said staring at his little escort, but nodding his head a little toward Ginger, "while I get my tongue in this one," he smiled and the little girl giggled and pretended to grab at her crotch. Turning with his fluffer in hand to take her someplace more comfortable, "Go."

"Thanks, Zaki. You're the best," Timond said saluting. "And if Dicky ever shows, tell him his head lives up to his name." Timond went around the corner.

As Zaki and the small blond walked toward Ginger, the dildo began punching slowly at first then accelerated. Ginger raised a little on her toes and whined against the bite blocks but accomplished little. As the two passed the dildo slowed. By the time they got up the stairs to the balcony it had became silent. Zaki sat in his favored bench and ordered a sinaka and a mild bitch special for his girl. He picked up the little blond and sat her on the table in front of himself. Grinning at her he said, "Ok our drinks are on the way, and I'm a little hungry too," pushing her to lay back on the table with her legs dangly over the table from her knees. The girl broke into more giggles again and tried to scrunch her legs together but Zaki had her by the knees, and as his face went under her skirt, tiny shrieks began to intersperse her giggles.

Timond decided to take a break and tour some of the coves. He was especially interested in finding the "lottery breeders" that were so popular with the younger teens. It was a way to "begin your kennel" as the older Brothers explained it. These bitches were freely available to any man or boy who wanted to use them, and if they got lucky by one turning up pregnant with a fetus that matched their DNA, then bingo! A boy has his first suckling, and often gets to keep the mare as well. In truth, the chances are not good. Each "lottery breeder" gets fucked by dozens, sometimes hundreds of boys and some men during narrow fertile periods. But it's always fun to take a shot and Timond is of the age when entry into the manhood is measured by one's kennel. Consequently he wanted to leave his first cum here tonight.

The whole question of where and how many bitches was complicated. It was a great inducement to become a Brother and join the commune leadership. Kennels and stables were loosely managed and freely shared in a system that Timond didn't totally understand but it definitely had both advantages and opportunities. There was a great deal of gambling, assistance, swapping, and horse-trading. All this fit nicely with Timond's plans for the future.

Timond asked the cove's access panel where the lottery corral might be found. The panel directed him down the wide-open walkway only two coves down to Cove 3.

He walked through the large central space that focused on the large stage. On the stage he could see about a dozen bitches that ranged in age from mostly older women who were mature enough to be brooding mares to younger woman who were probably still fillies and one young girl who had to be a fluffer. They were all in the "bitch up tight and pray" position pointing to Reverend Sendd, meaning they were on hands and knees folded up tightly with their knees against their chest and arms extended outward on the floor towards the Reverend in front. The women's asses were beautifully rounded displays and their pudenda were fat and luscious. On the older mares the vulva's inner lips were hanging out like little ears to invite a warm wet fucking. The younger cunts were round and puffy. Four men with very stiff hard-ons where behind the women. Their cocks were impressive in that no one was pumping or prepping, and none were attended by fluffers. The Reverend appeared to be awaiting some cue and Timond could not imagine what they might be planning. He had to choose between his curiosity and getting to the lottery breeders before the rush. He chose to breed and slipped into the wide cove entrance.

Cove 3 - Lottery Breeders

There was a younger Brother managing this cove and running it like a sideshow barker. "Step up, step up, you can be one of the lucky ones. Fresh off the boat converted bitches for your breeeeding pleasuuuure."

There were seven teens and a couple of older women. They were strapped into breeding frames. Each bitch had a boy, of varying ages, banging away at their pussy's. Timond could see one surprisingly small boy fucking the large, wet cunt of a big breasted mare who had a row of tattooed symbols running down the inside of her thigh to indicate she had born her owners many foals. Boys were taunting each other, making the usual jokes about performance and sperm power and slowness. Timond heard a loud growl from a teenage boy riding a bitch next to the cove's manager. The bitch was grunting thru tears as she took the boys final load of cum. When the boy pulled out and high-fived his waiting friend, the cove manager reached over and pulled a lever on the side of the frame. The teenage girl bound to it, dropped head-down, ass-up and the manager pulled a strap from his belt to bind the legs together just above the knees. Then the cove manager looked out and yelled, "Another oyster shucked! The daddy line starts here boys." The idea was to keep the sperm in a few minutes while the girl rested with her vagina pointing up, waiting for her next player patron.

"Hey I remember you, squirt. You helped me break a little convert to ride when you were in Form 4 and I was still in Form 6. You were hardly big enough to grow a boner but did the job soldier. Remember me?"

Timond did not actually remember his name and he had a beard but his eyes and expression and mostly his way talking seemed a little familiar. "Yeah, kind of, but not very well. That was a while ago I think."

"Yep. I joined the Brothers and spent a while in the Keys Brotherhood and then helping with collecting chaos for a while. Matter of fact, rescued all these right bitches within the last couple of months. That one there is my favorite," he pointed to very good looking girl, appearing to be in her mid-twenties. Timond could see even with her strapped into the frame that her legs had smooth, well muscled conformation, no body and beautifully shaped tits that swung just right as the man behind her worked on giving her his foal. He could see her face because her long, straight blond covered her face from the side. The Brother was obviously proud of his collections and wanted Timond to see her face. He stepped over to within reach of his buggy whip and snapped a tit on its side. She flinched a little to the side, but couldn't really go anywhere and looked at him. "Hey, put that pretty face up so the boys can see it," he said putting the whip under her chin. She was, indeed very pretty, with blue eyes, a small nose, and full, inviting lips. "She's too old to make a good filly, and was a little pissy to handle, but lobbed her just a little bit and she's calmed down really good. She'll drop you a real nice foal if you poke just right.

"Care to try your luck, boy? It's going to get busy soon," asked the cove manager.

"Can I keep the preger?" Timond inquired looking at the array of females in their frames.

"Yep, you can keep the two old cows. We're getting rid of them to make room. But not the young ones, and not her," he pointed to the mare they had just been looking at, "They are commune property, just available for the celebration. You are not a Brother yet, I see," looking at Timond's forearms. They lacked the tattoo indicating membership in the Brotherhood. "I remember you were pretty determined even before you started squirting."

"Not yet, but pretty soon," he answered, "Maybe even next month."

The man smiled, "So that'll work. You won't even have to trade the foal. The Brothers will feed & train it and you got yourself the first of your herd."

"I'll do that one," Timond pointed at a young dark haired girl. He judged her about 13 years old. He could see a shadow of fine hair around her pubes. "She looks a little young."

"Good choice, she's the youngest of the lot and a little less popular. You're only the second yet tonight. Yeah, she's almost 14. Been mensing for a couple of years but this'll be her first foal, the man said walking over to her frame. He pushed a lever back and causing her head and torso to come up and knees to come down, "We decided to breed her early to get her to tit out more. These tiny titties aren't my tea." He reached down twisted the small nub that was her left breast. Then he reached back down and pulled the strap off her thighs that was binding her knees together. "Spread 'em bitch. Daddy's home and he wants a little pussy."

Timond walked around to her front. There was a teen about his age bucking the pussy of the redheaded bitch to his right. Timond's girl had very black, almost greasy, hair. Her first fuck before Timond must have set her on edge because her cheeks were wet under her red eyes. Timond swept her long hair back behind her ears. He pulled his horny but not real hard cock over the crotch pouch he was wearing and stuck it in front of her.

The cove manager adjusted a knob lowering her head to cock level, "Get daddy hard now bitch. He's gotta bury his little fishies nice and deep if he wants to beat everyone else's fishies."

She opened her mouth so Timond could put it in, then not much happened. Timond patted her cheek, "Suck, sweety. Suck daddy hard now, honey."

The girl began a light suck. Timond looked around thinking the view might help get him harder. The teen to his right fucking the redhead was holding her hips and pounding her relentlessly. She looked about 16 or so, but was small, so maybe younger. Her tits were cone shaped, the kind that point out firmly when on display. Timond watched them bobbing a little back and forth each time her teenage user slammed into her. The look on her face was elsewhere. Timond thought she looked like she might have been "lobbed" a little too, a euphemism for lobotomized which was sometimes done to converts if they can't behave. Timond was not impressed with this Brother as a trainer. "Lobbed" bitches are terrible for any kind of pleasure sex, though they make excellent breeding mares. Given a little occasional exercise, daily feedings, baths, they mostly just lay around fat from their current pregnancy waiting to drop the foal and then get their next. Cared for mostly by cows, stable managers have an easier time managing them.

Two frames over a large boy gave a loud grunt giving his final rams against the wide, white ass of brown-haired, older teen. Then with a loud "Yeahhh" he paused and ground his crotch against the bitch's ass. When he backed off and pulled out his slimy cock, a young fluffer dressed in white hose, white panties with a puff ball for a tail and white rabbit ears on her head hopped up to lick and clean his crank. The cove manager stepped over to the teen's breeding frame and called out, "This oyster's been shucked," and slammed a lever forward that dropped the teen's head down and legs up. Then grabbing a strap hanging on the frame, he swung it over the teen's knees, looped it, and pulled it tight to tie the knees tightly together. To the boy he said, "Ok, your buns in the oven, boy. Good luck." Then loudly to anyone in earshot, "Next breeder up in 5 minutes! Line starts here boys."

Timond looked down at the girl on the end of his cock. "Swallow bitch," Timond warned as he reached under her hair and grabbed her ears. He could see her eyes were closed and puffy. He pushed in deeply then holding her head by the ears, rapidly fucked her face several times. When he pulled off she coughed wildly but he paid little attention. He pumped in to the back of her throat a few more times to prove his indifference, then backed out and pulled a towel from the frame's side to wipe the saliva. Forneus had once taught him to start dry in lottery bitches. Walking around the frame to her behind, he pointed his penis at her pussy lips. Turning a knob on his left caused her head to come up and adjusted her vagina to a better penetration angle. Timond reached up and grabbed hold of the harness that held her torso in the frame, then used the leverage to begin pumping his cock into her slippery cunt. He looked over at the cove manager who was now positioning an older woman's frame for her next user. Certain of the cove manager's distraction, Timond removed a tissue from the utility belt under his jacket, pulled his cock out and wiped it again. Pumping it in to her vagina a few more times, he pulled it out a second time and wiped it yet again. Slipping the tissue back into one of the pouches on the utility belt, he rammed the cock back into the girl's pussy again which now felt much less lubricated feel and was now giving him a better fuck. Conveniently enough, he had also removed some competitive sperm. Timond looked around. The cove manager was announcing the new breeding, reassuring Timond that he would escape accusations of cheating. But turning to his other side he saw the boy who was banging the red head had been watching him and was now giving him a skeptical frown. Timond flashed a naughty grin and wink back then focused on pumping to cum.

The cove manager was now walking around to patrol his domain. Passing by Timond's frame, he noticed the girl's head drooping down. He reached for her hair and pulled her head up high, "Head up, bitch. Show everyone you're proud of your new daddy." The girl gave a distressed cry. Watching her carefully, the cove manager scolded, "Quiet down bitch, or the ball gag goes back in." Timond kept fucking, hanging on to the harness across her back. Both men heard a groan come from her then, "Noooo please". At this the cove manager pulled a ball gag from a box on the side of the frame. He shoved it into her mouth and snapped the strap behind her head. She made more noise but it was now muffled as her head dropped again. Now the cove manager took a short strap with snaps on each end and snapped one end to the ball gag strap behind her head and the other to the harness that Timond was holding on, then cinched it tight enough to hold her head up high. "And keep your fucking head up when you're being fucked, bitch," said the cove manager loudly holding her mouth and pointing her face to his.

Timond slammed her cunt extra hard to ratify the instruction then picked up the pace of his fucking. It was not long till Timond bucked into her ass cheeks a few last times and shot his wad as deeply around her cervix as he could. His stomach made smacking noises on her sweaty butt cheeks.

He rested a second, letting his cock wilt. The bitch was breathing hard around the ball gag. Timmy rubbed her ass cheeks by way of appreciation, then he pulled out. The cove manager stepped up and yelled out, "Another oyster shucked!" Timond wasn't sure what this meant. He didn't know what an oyster was but he liked sound of its character. The small little fluffer bunny hopped up and licked Timond's cock clean while the Brother stepped up to the frame to unsnapped the head strap. "No more cock for a bit bitch" he said as he pushed the girl's head forward. Her face was down now, covered by her sweaty black hair with the ball gag still in her mouth. Now he tripped the lever to drop her head and torso straight down and butt up. Pulling down the black strap, with smooth practiced motion he whipped it around her thighs and cinched her knees together. Then louder than before, "Next breeder up in fiiive minutes! Line starts here boys."

To Timond's surprise two young teens, probably about the same age as the girl, jumped up to the girl's frame to jostle each other for who starts her line. Timond was glad he had made it here as soon as he had to avoid any line. The boys continued to push and tussle about who was first, as the shorter boy grabbed the other by the collar, Timond was about to intervene, but the Brother stepped over between them, "Don't you know enough to come into a Brother's bitch corral with some respect?"

The taller of the two immediately froze, "Sorry, sir."

The other boy gave a little push as he released his collar, "I was here first asshole."

This set some trigger off in the Brother. He grabbed the boy by the throat. "You better get the fuck out of here in about two seconds or I'm gonna take that bitch down, strap your butt up there and we're gonna be breeding your asshole all evening," and gave the boy shove. The boy spit on the floor and disappeared into the central main room.

The Brother reached around to the breeding frame and flipped a lever that brought the girl up horizontal again with her cunt out ready for use. The girl grunted around her ball gag at the mechanical jolt. "Belly up to your pussy, boy. Take your new momma for a ride."

Timond considered a protest that the Brother was breaking the lottery rules by not making the boy wait 5 minutes, and then he thought better of it.

Leaving the cove Timond wandered past tables of diners, drinkers, fondlers and fornicators in the large main room. On the stage was a line of Form 3 boys (between 5 and 9 years old mostly) dressed in some ethnic clothes from Thailand. In front of them was a line of kneeling girls about the same age, all singing a Thai song that sounded to be call and response. Timond had no idea what the song was about, but he could guess if the wooden collars worn by each of the girls and all connected by one long rod were a clue. The girls were wearing only the collars and some fancily designed skirts that hung low on the sides but were open in the back to reveal red anal plugs with colorful, erect tails raising from them. The boys wore black clothes and black hats with red feathers that spiked high and reminded Timond of roosters.

He watched the performance for a few minutes as it evolved into an elaborate dance that depended on the girls collaboratively moving with the long pole connecting their yoke like collars and the boys orchestrating the timing with small whips and shouting Thai words. The dance paused with the girls dropping to the traditional Thai Brotherhood pose that was equivalent showing ultimate respect (like the Denali "bitch up tight and pray" position). In Denali Brotherhood English their position was called the "extreme point" position. This position had the girls laying face to the floor stretched out with fingers, arms, legs and toes pointed. Held together by their collars on the pole, they looked like sticks of firewood aligned. One of the dance directors stepped over each, lashing each ass with a red Thai whip to leave a bright red mark. Impressively none reacted or moved in anyway, until the last girl flinched. The boy with the whip stopped and whipped again, this time on the other cheek. Again the girl flinched and shook. Timond wondered where this would go. But to the relief of at least some in the audience, the girl did not react to the third lashing and the boy stepped beyond her.

On command the girls jumped up in unison, bent and displayed their asses to the audience with presumable pride then the dance routine continued. The dance ended when the girls, still held in a line by the pole, on their backs with their knees bent, legs held wide and open displaying their little hairless pussy's to their dance masters. As the music stopped the boys opened their pants and fell down between the girl's legs to presumably have intercourse with them, though Timond doubted most of them were old enough to sport an erection on command yet, let alone fuck a girl in front of an audience. But fake fucking or not the men in the audience applauded and when the boys jumped up to take a bow, one smaller boy on the end did salute them with a stiffy and despite the laughter it was met with more enthusiastic applause. One of the Thai dignitaries whom Timond had not noticed sitting at the front center table, stood up and shook the boy's hand, laughing and applauding. He said something loudly in Thai, which was automatically picked up by the house sound system and echoed. The other Thai stood and translated, "He said this young man is how we do it in Thailand." The men in the audience laughed responsively and escalated their applause again.

Cove 4 - Hebephile hors d'oeuvre

Timond continued his wandering and moved to view the contents of Cove 4. Cove 4 was generally younger girls for boys and men in a "hebephile mood", that is, preteens and young teenagers. There were some younger girls from about 9 or so, up to about 13 or 14 years old and almost all were certified fuck bitches, even the younger ones. Most had budding tits but even the older girls were shaved.

Tonight the Cove 4 was shallower than usual. There were only 3 levels for this special event, so it looked a little different. The cove pit is concentric levels that descend to smaller and smaller circles. The circles formed benches much like the ancient Greek forums, except the height of top benches convenient for little girls and the men who wanted to lay them down on their stomachs, kneel behind them and fuck them from the rear. Deeper benches were higher and the bottom benches tall enough to lay a girl or woman down on their stomach and fuck them from the rear with the man still standing. It was a matter perspective as to whether the debauchery increased as he went up or down. All this was adjustable by the Lounge Brothers and tonight there were only 3 wide levels with some two dozen, somewhat loosely dressed females of the hebe variety, mostly Form 4.

Tonight was different in other respects as well. First, every girl had writing on her forehead. The words "Converted" followed by a date to indicate the number of years or months since she arrived at the Denali commune. Some of the more timid girls had dates as recent as only a few months. At least five indicated the current month. Timond knew these dates matched the conversion dates inside their ass cheeks after the Brother symbol, but these were more visible than the smaller permanent "acquisition tattoos" inside their asses.

The second innovation for the Convert Celebration was that several of the older of these were strapped face down on the lowest cove level with their butts hanging out and legs hanging down. Written on their backs, butt cheeks, sometimes chests and heads were notations that said, "Fuck me here" with an arrow pointing the anus, and "Bugger buddy", and "Sodomy is my Thing" and other such humiliations. A few of the girls had their heads to the sides looking at each other. None were allowed to talk to each other, so many had their faces hidden into the thick carpet. Several were getting busily used by either men or boys and in one case both.

Timond's attention was drawn to one young teen that was surrounded by four preteen boys. She was leaning over the cove level up on her elbows taking a furious thrusting into her asshole from one of the boys. Timond recognized immediately that they were playing a familiar game called "Cum in 1" where each get a turn to fuck her for one minute, then if no one cums, they have another round of 2 minutes each, then, though it was rarely necessary another round for 3 minutes, and so on, until someone cums first. It wasn't a totally satisfying game because the winner usually has to shoot some on her back as proof of victory. If not, there's an inevitable argument about who actually won. Timond liked the game when he was younger because, as a quick cummer, which is usually a liability, he always felt he had an advantage. He was once almost famous in Form 4 when he won the game three times in the same night with several other boys. That was considered an Olympian achievement and the stuff for bragging and discussion for weeks and months to follow. The feat was accomplished each time with the same girl who was particularly attractive to Timond but it didn't occur to him till now how the object of his passion must have been very sore at the end of that night.

Tonight this girl, obviously older than all the boys, had removed her fancy high heels to make her ass a little lower for the short boy who was now plowing her like a bunny on speed. One of the boys holding a timer, tapped the pumping boy on the shoulder. When he didn't immediately stop, the other boys started pulling and pushing him off her and the next boy, who had both the timer and the lube, handed those items to a third boy and pushed his cock into the open hole. The girl ducked her head a little, then came up again and waited patiently while her lover slammed her ass as quickly as he could. She was up on her elbows and Timond's angle of view allowed him to see her B-cup tits bounce in rhythm to the routing behind her. It made him feel like getting in line, but he liked the view from where he was standing.

Timond heard a grunt and growl, recognizable as a man cumming. Looking to his side he saw a man had a girl, a younger teen, probably 13 or 14 years old dressed in a little purple top, on her back with her legs over her shoulder. He was delivering his sperm with has much public announcement as was considered good etiquette in the Lounge. When he pulled away, he dropped the girls legs down and she watched him walk away from the edge of the cove level, perching her left leg up on the next higher level and the other leg lay out, knee drawn-in some. Even from his distance, Timond could see the jizm dripping from her open pussy. Either he was a copious cummer or she had received several copulations before his. Timond found the wet, slimy cunt lewdly attractive and considered going down for a fuck. The girl must either be astutely well trained or perhaps eager for more cock. He just had an orgasm less than 15 minutes ago so he knew it would be a long fuck, and the cove pits were not especially nice places for long fucks. Before he could make his decision another man pushed away a smaller, flat chested girl who had been fluffing him and stepped up to the older girl whose glistening, puffy pussy Timond had been admiring. The man stood in front of her face and pulled her head to his already hard cock for more fellatio. That settled that Timond thought. But then another younger man stepped up to the girl's crotch and put his hand on her leg, looking like he might be ready to use her lower holes. This was considered poor etiquette in the Lounge unless prearranged or invited. The man receiving head spoke, then after a very brief conversation the younger man with the leg moved to the previously abandoned preteen and pulled her down to his flopping crank. The first man then withdrew his penis from the sloppy girl's mouth and moved to her pussy. Swinging her legs over his shoulders as her prior copulator, he jammed his member into her vagina so abruptly she gave a little yelp and grabbed his lower arms that were braced on the cove bench, and as the fellated man watched, the fucker gave chase to his quick orgasm. To Timond this was a familiar scene in the Lounge so he decided to move on to find something novel.

Cove 5 - Competitive Bitching

Coming around the main floor to Cove 5, he found it was not a pit at all now but instead inverted into a small, raised stage. It was surrounded by ropes like a boxing ring, but instead of boxers, the ring held two girls and one, very large dog. Overhead a sign read "Bitches in Heat Competition". Timond recognized the younger of the two girls as Kulki's trainee. He couldn't remember her name for sure. He looked at the illuminated sign. Sabrina.

Timond remembered he had been the first Form 6 young men after Kulki to get her for a full pussy fuck. Kulki had made some sarcastic remark about wanting her to start small and work up to real men. The truth was Kulki owed Timond one and was making good on a debt. The 10 year old had been pretty uncomfortable with Timond's cock, but he went easy on her and she was very compliant and submissive. He made sure that Ginger was watching so she would be a little more ready when it was her turn to be passed around. In addition, he let Ginger clean him post-coitus, instead of the other girl, as gesture of domming them both. So Timond gave the Kulki's girl good reviews to their classmates at the breakfast table the next day. Kulki would never admit his appreciation so he replied, "Ok that's her first. Next, we need to get her stretched. Let's see now, who's a little bigger than my little finger?" Ginger was under the table between Kulki's legs and Sabrina was nursing Timond's genitals. Ginger must have done something inappropriate because Kulki jerked his hand under the table, smacked her head, and said "Watch it, bitch" which made the other boys laugh and snicker. Timond ran his hand through Sabrina's hair and said, just loud enough for her to hear, "Good bitch."

Now Sabrina was in the ring next to an older girl on their hands and knees facing a sizable hound. Timond looked at the sign again, Deisha a dark, lanky looking 13 years old with a tight ass. The dog approached both girls, sniffing. Deisha whipped around, sticking her ass towards the dog's face. Seeing the other girl's actions, Sabrina also whipped around, wiggled her butt and reaching between her legs patted her ass. "Come on, fuck boy. Fuck me," Sabrina said above the laughter of the onlookers.

Whether because of Sabrina's waving fingers, her pleading or just luck, the dog jumped for her and was quickly on her back. She was on only one hand and her knees and the weight of the dog sent her face into the floor. She put both hands under her and pushed up grunting so loudly everyone could hear. The audience applauded and laughed. The older girl stood up on her knees and pushed on the dog with her hands in an apparent effort to push him off Sabrina. "He wants me. You wanta fuck me, don't ya boy." Timond knew what was coming next and it was not the dog. There was a whistle and a man, the "referee", stepped from the side of the ring and whipped the older girl a solid smack, blowing a whistle. "Foul! Bad bitch. Down. That's -5!" and he whipped her hard on the ass four more times. The girl went down over her knees bitching up tight and extending her arms and fingers into the "pray" position. For whatever reason, he gave her ass cheek one more hard slice of the whip.

In the meantime Sabrina was shouting, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" During the commotion with her competitor, she had now managed to get the dog's big cock into her little cunt and was pushing against him. To put on a good show for the three judges sitting at a table outside the ring, the girl was hamming up a performance of craven sexual lust. "Oh lord, fuck that cunt! O that is soo good. O I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck." The girl kept pushing up with her back to get him in the classic dog fucking stance, but every time she pushed up enough for his front feet to leave the ground he would clamp them tightly to her side putting most of his weight on her. His great weight drove her down again and he had to catch himself by putting is feet on the floor again. When the girl pushed up, screaming, the cycle started again. Finally in an effort to drive his knot into the small twat, he went down with her, hanging on tightly in front of her hips banging her furiously. This at least shut off sex pleading as he pushed her face into the mat and pounded her ass. It looked to Timond the dog might injure her. But Kulki was on one side of the ring yelling at her to get up. Several others from the audience were yelling the same, "Up, bitch! Get up! Give him a proper fuck you lazy bitch!"

The 13 year old was now up in front of them again, having recovered from the punishment for the foul, and was waving her butt in front of him, trying to entice the dog to her. The dog's face was so low, that she got her pussy right into his nose. This was seen as a hilarious move by the audience of men and boys who howled and hooted and gave rise to a raucous laughter. But it looked to Timond, that even though the judges were laughing as well, the older girl was winning back some of her lost points.

The dog was not interested in the new cunt though, and moving his head to the side he was determined to get all the way into the little pussy he had engaged. Sabrina, who was managing to push herself off the mat, was now raising him up. The dogs knot was more visible now and the back of her legs, the mat and her whole ass were covered with the slime of dog cum. He looked as if he was getting pretty well spent and his thrusting began to slow. When his front feet went back to the floor everyone paused and breathed except the audience who continued their howling and laughter.

Timond could not tell whether the girl had tied the dog or not. The judges were not certain either, as one got up and, reaching through the ropes, pushed leg back a bit reached under to feel the knot. The man brought his hand out, and looking at the other judges, see-sawed it back and forth indicating the task was only a partial success. After a minute the dog completely disengaged and without the dog to support anymore, Sabrina went down onto her stomach onto the mat exhausted, with wet, slimy dog jizm running from the lips of her pussy to the mat. The audience cheered and applauded as the referee spread his arms out flat to signal the end of the round. One of the judges pushed a button to sound a horn. Kulki was obviously the winner of this round.

Kulki crawled under the ropes into the ring with a towel and a small, blond fluffer about 9 years old. As he rapped the towel around the girl's shoulders the fluffer went between her legs to the mat and began to lick it clean. Kulki was telling Sabrina that she was a good bitch and that she needed to bitch up now and display. When the girl got up on her hands and knees Kulki spread her legs apart and the fluffer's tongue went up and down the inside of her thighs and around her vagina to carefully respect every drop of semen. Sabrina was puffing and sobbing, and Kulki, who was kneeling beside her facing her rear, put his arm around her neck and pulled her head into his side to hide the girl's distress from the judges as he continued to supervise the cleaning fluffer. Timond liked the image of the girl's little tits hanging below, her head submissively under her trainer's arm getting serviced by another younger preteen. He decided to check the video of the match later and make a still copy of the scene as a gift to Kulki, if he could find a good angle. When Kulki was satisfied, he helped the girl up and guided her out of the ring. Timond knew from having seen many of these matches, they would have only a few minutes before the next round with a new dog.

Timond was not interested enough to stay for the next round. As he worked his way through the audience to leave he thought about Kulki. He was an asshole, and a sucky student, but given the right bitch, he was an effective trainer. As he got beyond the little crowd he considered "given the right bitch". For the first time it occurred to him how much thought Brother Samuel and his team of Brothers must give to who gets what girl to train. He had seen Kulki fail dismally before with girls who fell apart and ended up being "placed" somewhere in the chaos outside the commune or "lobbed" and became breeding mares. Yet most of Kulki's bitches became highly valued commodities and gained him a reputation that would, in the near future, make him a Brother. It must be an art for Brother Samuel and the training counselors to decide on the assignment of a new convert. He made a mental note to ask Brother Samuel or counselor Pike about it in some future conversation.

Timond walked through the main hall again. He could have taken other hallways that lead between the coves which also gave access to more private rooms and areas for private parties, smaller groups and more private use of the girls, but he wanted to see what the attractions currently were in the central room. The stage now had 5 boys putting 5 girls through the paces that were mostly routine for bitches in training, but they were using Thai commands. The boys were wearing Form 4 sashes with their genitals displayed. The girls were totally naked accept for their traditional wooden collars similar or maybe the same as those he had seen in the dance demonstration. Also on the stage were two frames that he presumed were used for display and punishment. He knew the demonstration would end with all of the girls on their backs, at each point of the 5 point frame legs up and getting fucked, then rotating the frame, then fucked by the next boy, then rotating ... and so on. He knew this because he had seen them practicing in one of the training rooms. He thought their practice cute since several of the boys were wearing small strap-on dildos because they couldn't keep a stiffy for the entire session. He had wondered if they would dawn them for this performance. He remembered doing performances on the same stage when he was in Form 4 and how he would go without cumming for days hoping to make his performance erections more reliable. It didn't and he had resorted to a strap-on more than once.

Cove 6 Fluffers, Fuck bitches & Fillies Conformation and Modification Competition

Cove 6 was organized around a display of prize winning fluffer, bitch, filly, mare and pregnant mare converts. Each female convert was held on display by a cockpole whose dildo held their asses in an almost horizontal position. A second component of each pole arched above them over their backs and reached forward to where a chain to their nose ring held their heads up high while the anal dildo maintained their torso at a 45 degree angle. The effect was to elegantly display breast conformation, ass cheek conformation and spreader bars held their ankles suitably apart to facilitate viewing cunt conformation. The forearms of each were strapped together behind their backs and pulled by a small chain toward the overarching pole to keep their arms pulled out of the way.

Apparently the official judging was finished. Signs and ribbons around the necks of the females indicated winners and runner ups in the various categories. Timond was especially interested in females considered to have good breast conformations. In addition to winners in the breast size competition, there were winners in the budding, puffy, and shape competitions. Browsers of the breast categories were encouraged by their proud owners to judge their quality, not just by size and shape but also by their firm, resilient feel when handled as opposed to lower grade flabby tits. In the younger breast categories there were five displayed girls surrounded by both pedophiles and owners who were discussing the advisability of breaking down puffy and budding categories into better distinctions by age. A particularly animated debate was happening around a very young display, who looked to be only 4 or 5 years old but had relatively generous puffy breasts apparently induced by artificial hormones. Whether it was because of the emotion in the men's debate or the way they were handling her chest, the girl on display was looking as animated as the men who were discussing her and it began to look to Timond as if she might be getting out of control of even the severe device that held her. When she began to pull on her nose ring and buck against the rectal insert, even her owner took notice. Since she did not have a Novum collar, the owner reached for the dildo holding her ass in place and adjusted it to deliver a pharmacological suppository that immediately calmed the big breasted little girl down and, petting her ass, the men went back to their discussion of "natural" verses "artificial" bitch husbandry.

Another interesting display to Timond was of six females, each in a different age category, displayed with mouth bits and harness as prize winning performing "pony girls". Three were big boned, muscular females and even the youngest looked like she could have pulled a plow in an earlier generation of farming. With their studded vaginal labia, wrestling a dick into one of those seemed almost dangerous. The other three were svelte, long legged racers who looked to be more fun to ride than wrestle. All their cunts were red from use and still flared with horniness from the breeding that was one of several elements of pony girl competition. Timond had always been curious about the tails that arched high from the anal plug embedded in their asses; what kept them from twisting to the side? What did it feel like to trot with such an appliance held in place by the sphincter? He knew the tails were well engineered because he had seen wranglers and their assisting boys hold a young filly in place when she was being initially introduced to cock just by holding on to her tail.

Timond was reminded that one of his favorite memories of Form 3 was being taken by Forneus, his "father", to visit a pony girl stable and helping them breed a new convert that Forneus had acquired from chaos. Timmy was himself too young to fuck so he was given a pair of pliers and told to hold the recent acquisition's head in place. He remembered being so proud that he opened his pants crotch and let is little dangling dick and balls hangout just like the men, which made them laugh and slap his back and he was pretty sure, though not certain, made his "father" smile. Forneus had him put his left arm around her head and told him to hold the nose with the pliers. Forneus was talking to the man who was readying his cock behind her, then looked back at little Timmy who had the mare's nose ring clinched in the pliers. "No, no! Below the ring. The septum. Right here," he said taking Timmy hand and directing each jaw of the pliers inside each nostril. "Now squeeze and hold her," his father instructed. Timmy squeezed the special pliers and the girl jumped against his left arm trying to back up. But the wrangler behind her was ready and pushed his hard, greased dick into the pussy and now she lurched towards Timmy who felt like he was holding a bronco, which of course he sort of was. Her breeder fucked her hard and quickly, and in only a few minutes pushed his load deeply into her vagina. That man pulled out and away making room for the next who was already hard and ready. With rapid, professional fucking, it was only a few minutes as Timmy watched all three, including Forneus and deliver their load of sperm into the new pony girl.

With his left arm around her head, Timmy had held her nose close to his chest while the wranglers gave her "a mare's cunt full of cum" as he still remembered the head wrangler saying. But when he looked down there were tears running down her cheeks, whether from the pliers he had been squeezing or from the hard quick breedings, Timond now wasn't sure. Probably both. But he realized even when young, that mare had not enjoyed it nearly as much as he did.

The men had promised him that he would get to come back and help put the foal brand on her leg under her cunt after the foal was "dropped", but despite inquiries they never called him back. When he finally saw Forneus again more than a year later, the man said that it was probably done some months ago and that Timmy would "get to do lots of branding when you became a Brother." Timond, now, patted one of the large mares and ran his hand down along the brands on a leg under her large open pussy. Perhaps the Brotherhood would smile on him, and he would get put his own brand on this mare some day and place a sturdy, long-legged foal in his own stable.

Timond moved on to the next group of displays. Several of the Brothers who served as judges, stood next to bitches discussing with both handlers and the circulating audience members the qualities, deficits and suggested physical training strategies to develop such qualities and address deficits.

Timond recognized Brother Hammo standing next to a big, breasted mare with large buttocks and what looked almost like little elephant ears for the labia majora or the outer lips of her vulva. The Brother was pulling the bitch's large vaginal labia out, explaining it's anatomy and discussing the pros and cons of labiaplasty with her owner, when is it an attraction verses when is it a distraction. Since this particular subject was of little concern to Timond, he moved on to a small group of men sitting around Brother Pike.

Five men were sitting in chairs watching Brother Pike stand and give a demonstration and talk. One man seated in the little audience had a small, skinny, naked fluffer with dark brown hair, probably about 8 or 9 years old, between his legs sucking on his dick. Two other men had filly's at their feet that they had apparently used and probably were planning to use again later. One pedo had a very young fluffer on his lap that he was petting and fondling as he watched the presentation. Pike had a young filly, a late teen, on her back belted to a tilted display table with her wide thighs spread and other belts attached to the ankles pulling her legs over her head so that her feet were almost to her head. The men had an un-obscured view of her displayed rear and genitals, as well as her pretty face which was elevated towards them, and framed by her long blond hair. Pike was presenting to the small group about recent developments in clitoral de-hooding and enlargement. He was passionately advocating his belief this was the future of bitch management.

The hood of skin normally hiding the teenager's clitoris had been removed, so that the it was completely exposed above her vaginal hole. In addition, her clit, seen through a transparent cup had been enlarged with a procedure that had grown it as large as Timond's little finger. Pike was discussing the regular hormonal supplements and demonstrating the mechanical suction pump attached to her crotch that was used to vigorously suck her clitoris to its extraordinary size several times a day. The teenager was obviously in some discomfort at the same time she appeared to be on the verge of sexual orgasm. Her collar was pulsing red at a good rate. Pike looked down to see her facial expression and paused his explanation of the procedure to speak to the quietly struggling girl. "Steady, bitch. Don't you cum on me without permission." He flipped off the pump and removed the glass tube to give them men a better view of his monstrous achievement. Her hips raised to follow the cup but were held by restraints. She was relieved when Pike's hand returned to grab her little nut of a clitoris between thumb and finger. As he resumed talking to his little audience about the scientific development the procedure, the expected size depending on the age and breeding variety of the bitch, he began pinching and massaging the penis-like appendage forcing the girl to tightly grip the sides of the table and silently wreath in a barely controlled response. The men watched between the V of her spread legs, as Pike demonstrated its sensitivity.

Pike paused and focused his attention on his manipulation. They all watched the big nub flip like it was trying to runaway from the oily fingers, only to be recaptured and milked again. And everyone kept glancing at her face listening as she breathed noisily through teeth giving little jerks in reaction to Pike's finger play. The man in his audience who was getting the fluffer blowjob put his palms on the little girl's head and broke the silence of the men, "I gotta ask though, I mean we're here cause one of the most important qualities of a bitch is her looks. That nut hangin' out all the time don't look ...like ...uh, like natural conformation."

"Well, it's a matter of what you get accustomed to. I've had the procedure done on quite few in my stable and now that's what I'm used to and to me it's become actually attractive. And it has clear advantages. I can see their arousal in a glance. And most importantly, I think, the bigger the clit the better I can manage the bitch. I mean for me it's a tool." He paused his clit flipping a second and used his fingers to spread her labia wider. "See, I removed this one's clit ring before the procedure and haven't put it back since. If I wanted to put it back on, I could but I don't think I need it. Nothing's coming out of her collar. But look at her." He ran his other hand down the back of her thigh and patted her proffered butt cheek. He moved his fingers back to the nut-sized nub, "I've got her right here. I have as much control of her as I would with a clit ring. Maybe more." Now he pumped the appendage like it was a tiny penis and the girl made a "eh.. eh.. eh.." sound between her teeth. "Quiet now, bitch. We're having a conversation here...I'll tell you when you can cum." He smiled back at the man who had been questioning him. "You know what they say, bitches should be handled and not heard."

"No, I think it's going to be The thing in a few years." Pike continued, "In few years we'll be walking through here and if a bitch hasn't had her clit pumped up, she'll be the one who looks funny. And I'll tell, you...I'm not saying it's a good reason to do it, but the bitches like it. They feel I have more control. That gives them more a sense of security and trusting dependence on their handler. And I promise you, this cunt will do whatever I expect to this played with."

Pike pointed to the little fluffer giving head to the man in the audience, "That one's always coming up rubbing her pussy on my leg. It makes for a better bitch really."

Pike looked at Timond, "Mr. Timond, I am honored you have joined us. I believe you arrived after I introduced my little experiment there." He nodded toward the little naked girl who was busily bobbing her head on audience member's cock. "She is a fine little cocksucker too, isn't she Mr. Simon? Please forgive me for interrupting your pleasure, Mr. Simon, but I would like to introduce her to Mr. Timond. Lola, stop for a second and stand up and display for Mr. Timond." The girl continued to work at the cock and massage the man's balls. "Lola." The girl paused to turn her head and look at her master.

"Lola, stand and display for Mr. Timond here," Pike repeated. She looked at Timond, and as she stood, turned to face him directly and spread her legs. The girl's long, brownish dark hair fell below her shoulders partially hiding her almost flat nipples. The relatively skinny girl had not developed any shape yet except a little shapely conformation in her long legs. But what was immediately obvious on the little girl was her extraordinarily large clitoris that protruded out like a very tiny little dick. It was as the size of a large pencil eraser and actually larger than Pike's older teen's displayed on the table and in contrast had a small but visible clit ring hanging from it. Or perhaps it appeared larger because the vulva lips around it still had the flatness of a female child. Or perhaps it appeared larger because the enlarged clitoris had a much darker, brown-reddish color that contrasted with whiteness of the girl's colorless vaginal lips. In any case, it was dramatically enlarged.

"Lola here was converted, uh, about a little over a year ago by me and Greg, a Form 5 student. We put her in my kennel for the experiment. She's well into her 8^th year of physical development, but I want to say, for an 8 year old she is a horny little bitch. As you can see, because she is younger and has less training, I have had use a clit ring on her or she'd be strumming that thing day and night."

"Lola, walk over to Mr. Timond." Pike pointed. "I want the gentlemen to see something." The girl put her legs together walked the few steps to him. Timond could see her gate was a little short. The enlarged clitoris never disappeared. "You see how she walks a little differently? It's constantly being stimulated every time she goes from one place to another, and I think this really improves a bitch's awareness of her status and place. Each step says to her - I'm a fuck bitch, please fuck me - kind of reminder that instead of walking she should be on her back. And I will add, gentlemen, she not only loves to suck, she loves servicing the Form 4 boys every time I bring her to Novum. As soon as any boy walks into the Form 4 lounge this little one is on her back, legs spread, ready to buck. She'd spend the day there on her back everyday, if I allowed it."

Timond squatted down in front of her and used his finger to examine stiff protrusion. "Display, Lola," Pike reminded the girl and she spread her feet beyond shoulder width again. When Timond took it between his thumb and finger, pushing it aside to view it from different angles, the girl bit her lower lip but made no sound.

"Almost elegant don't you think, Mr. Timond?" Pike said admiringly.

Timond touched his finger ring to the small girl's clit ring, then stood, up as the girl audibly inhaled. He nodded his approval and rubbed her head, "It's a nice little bitch, sir."

The naked little girl bent over a bit and kissed his crotch holding it a second longer than one would expect. "Thank you, Mr. Timond ...sir," she said quietly.

"Lola, you can go back to servicing Mr. Simon now." Pike instructed. The girl turned, scurried back to the waiting dick and squeezing her thighs tightly together, dropped back down between the man's legs. Grabbing his erection she stuffed the end back into her mouth and inhaled it. "She's hungry for cock," Pike said with pride.

"Well, I have to excuse myself," Timond said nodding his head to make polite departure "Thanks for the demonstration, Brother Pike."

"Mr. Timond, I know you want to look around some more, but I just want to add that we were all impressed this evening with your demonstration. In just a week of training, right? That was a very good, submissive performance."

"Yeah, well a little over a week, but yes, she turned out to be pretty responsive. Thank you, sir."

"Good job, Mr. Timond." Pike gave a thumbs-up, "Let me know when she's available for a poke."

Timond returned the thumbs-up and nodded to all, excusing himself to make his way to the next display. It was a filly with nicely pointed, cone shaped breasts. The judge was discussing the proper diet and mechanical strategies to augment this particular shape with her owner.

"You can see here, that it's not simply nice skin tension but a good healthy tone in the breast fat," he said as he tapped one of the breasts with palm to show how resilient and firm they are. Like most of the others her display pole was adjustable so it held her torso at a 45 degree angle but the pole's upper part reached above her back and where the pole ended over her head, a chain ran from the pole's end to her nose ring and held her head up straight. He reached behind the young woman to the cockpole's joint behind her butt and clicked a release button. "Here, let's get this girl up a second," he said pulling up on her shoulder, "Up." Releasing the cockpole's anal setting allowed the top of the pole to rotate back at the elbow between the pole's top and bottom segments. This allowed her to raise her torso so that she was standing erect now. However the girl's head was still pulled back by the chain between her nose ring and pole arching over her back, so now her face was looking up at the ceiling. The Brother tapped the titties again. "You see how they even point up a little and look under them. No flopping down at all. Very well formed, beautiful breast conformation. Grade A." He pulled out a little on the nipple ring. "Nice tone even on the nipple. This is almost perfect." He let go and reaching behind her ass, clicked the button to release the dildo's angle setting again. Pushing her back down, he repositioned her in the lowered display position so that her chest was back to a 45 degree angle and head vertical. Patting her ass and looking at her proud owner, "Good bitch, here, sir. Good bitch."

Timond continued on to admire a small girl, perhaps 5 years old or so. A sign hung around her neck that said "Winner Ass Conformation - Form 2". Her mouth held a ball gag apparently to remediate some complaining from the young girl and instead of the cockpole dildo in her ass, the dildo was holding her in her tiny pussy.

Timond remembered playing with her when visiting the Form 2 training gym and thinking how particularly well rounded the ass was for such a young fluffer. He considered he might be a good judge. Rubbing the ass he could feel the very thin film of oil that put fine sheen on the cheeks.

"Finger it," a voice said from behind him. He turned to see one of the Brothers who was judging. "Look, like this," reaching down and inserting a finger into the little girl's anus. "Try it."

When the Brother removed his finger, Timond inserted his.

"See?" said the Brother. "Pull on it a little." Timond pulled up on the hole and found it would stretch out and probably even accommodate his teenage cock. He hadn't considered fucking her when he played with her.

"At that age we look for a nice looseness in the anus as well as the shape. A firm round ass isn't just to look at. Fuckability is part of the ass judging and around 5, 6, 7 years old, Form 2 and Form 3 fluffers, often separates the pretty good ass from the superior grade A ass," the Brother explained.

Timond nodded, "I'll remember that," and smiled at the Brother in appreciation.

"The winners are going to be accommodating the judges tonight. This little sweety's ass is going to get some cum tonight, aren't you, lovely?" He said patting the little girl's behind. "You are the young man who gave the demonstration this afternoon, aren't you? I was there. Fine work young man. Excellent control for less than two weeks."

Timond nodded, "Thank you, sir."

"How would you like to join us tonight after the Lounge celebration? We'll be getting together in the staff baths in about an hour. Bring your little bitch with you. She'll get some more anal training. I saw you admiring the tits there. She'll be available too." The Brother winked at him.

"Uh, that's a real honor to be invited, sir. Thank you so much for the offer. But I'm afraid I've had a long day and to be honest, I'm looking forward to just going down to the dorm and turning in. But like I said, I really appreciate the invitation." Timond offered his hand in a shake.

The Brother took it graciously. "I heard good things about you from the school Brothers. I'm sure you will be joining our order of Brothers quite soon, and you'll be a regular. I will be seeing you."

Timond was feeling horny and tired. He knew he shouldn't use Ginger but that he should get her back to the room and put her down soon. He went through the main hall to Cove 7. He knew it would be full of bitches and fillies servicing the men who just wanted a random fuck. When he entered the wide doorway it was busier than what he even imagined. The pit was extended down eight levels and there were dozens of girls and women of every shape, age and size on the various levels of the cove. All had conversion dates on written on the foreheads, and many had some other sexual graffiti written on various parts of their bodies. At the top young fluffers were circulating, kneeling or sitting and waiting to be summoned. Timond saw a girl probably Form 3 patiently sitting on the top cove level, with her mouth slightly open, watching a man banging a woman with large, swinging boobs on the level below her. She was dressed in a loose camisole open in back to down below her ass crack and thin blue thong. She sat cross-legged with her hands folded. Timond walked over to her and wordlessly tapped his crotch. The small sandy haired girl jumped up and skillfully opened the double zipper very low. Fishing out his cock and balls, she kissed them in the ritual of the Brotherhood and since his member was already partially erect had to try to get above it by crouching instead of kneeling. Timond could see the little girl's problem and pushed her head away. Placing his hand on her side, he guided her back to where she had been sitting and sat down himself. Then he reached up and lifted her down between his legs. At the top of the cove pit, there is only about a half a meter between the top level and the next lower cove level so his penis was now the perfect height for such a small girl to kneel and give him a blow job. She looked up and smiled as a thank you, licked her lips to wet them and cradling his cock in one hand, she went down on it beyond what would seem natural for a girl her age.

As in most of the other coves, the word "converted" was written on the little girl's forehead and a date some 7 years prior. Timond guessed she was about 9 years old, possibly almost 10, making her almost a natural and explaining her proficiency at giving a deep-throated blowjob. She had tiny little tits that indicated she was entering, or perhaps had already entered puberty. After her tongue had thoroughly wet Timond she went to work pumping with one hand, massaging his balls with the other and diligently sucking his cock head. While his fluffer worked, he surveyed the cove pit more carefully to see if there was an unengaged fuckable older girl he could squirt his load into. It was a busy place and the most attractive to Timond were already busy servicing someone. Looking up his attention landed on a small blond with firm full breasts having her pussy plowed by a hairy, bearded Brother. He had her kneeling over a bench on the balcony and was fucking her doggy style. She was about Timond's age and had perfectly shaped tits, which were bouncing forward and back, between her elbows. Her mouth was open and she was sweating from the force of the large man's thrusts. It was a great view and the best part was that her eyes found Timond sitting below, getting his blowjob on the side of the cove pit. Perhaps Timond thought, the Brother is about ready to cum and I can reserve her for myself. Timond was close enough he could read her date of acquisition written in marker on her forehead. It was this year only a few months prior. But the man paused and spread her knees apart a little more saying something to her. She raised her ass up, as if to offer it eagerly and hairy man pulled her back onto his cock, him gritting his teeth and her grunting. As the man banged away at the girl's cunt and the girl pushed back to take him a little deeper into her vagina. Her firm titties seem to be waving at Timond. He found the sight so lewdly compelling that he put his hands on the sides of his fluffers head and said, "I'm gonna cum." The little girl now squeezed and massages his testicles, then put both hands on his cock and started pumping furiously. Timond could not unlock his eyes from the girl above as she gritted her teeth and took the vaginal pounding and his cum erupted into the girl's mouth. He held her head in place as she pumped and steadily filled her mouth with his semen. At the same moment the Brother above gave a loud bellow and grabbing his fuck bitch's hips tighter slammed into her with his own orgasm making the girl's eyes which were still locked to Timond's narrow and drawing her mouth out in a way that Timond thought, that though she was not collared so he couldn't know for certain, was probably her orgasm as well.

When his ejaculation was complete the girl Timond was using sat back on her haunches and opened her mouth to show Timond her prize. She had skillfully allowed a tiny bit to dribble from the corner of her mouth. Timond moved one hand to the top of her head and said, "Swallow." The girl swallowed and after clearing her mouth replied, "Thank you, sir." Timond wiped the semen from the edge of her lips with a finger of his other hand and poking it into her mouth said, "Your welcome," and patting her on the head, looked up to his lover from a distance. She was already on her back with a young boy Timond knew to be in Form 4 between her legs. She held her legs up and wrapped them around him to keep him in place and looked to the side down at Timond. Timond gave a little wave and left the cove.

Cove 1 again - Where's my girl?

When Timond finally got back to Cove 1 it had been returned to a pit configuration with a half a dozen levels and was full of pedophiles and fluffers and a few fuck bitches but neither Ginger nor Zaki were anywhere to be seen. He walked over to a control panel on the side wall. Standing beside it he said, "Bael.." then stopped to see what was tugging on his pants. Looking down he saw a very young blond fluffer, maybe 5 years old jerking on his shirt. "What?" he said showing some annoyance.

"Do you want a blow job, sir?" she looked up.

"No," he answered tersely, "Bael ..." but he stopped again feeling another tug. "What?"

"Would you play with me?" she said looking up with big eyes. Across her forehead was written in marker "converted with a date only 4 months prior.

"Sir." Timond answered frowning at her.

"Would you play with me, sir?" she responded.

"No, go play with them, " Timond motioned to a small table with older men seated and a small group of girls standing around it playing some kind of board game.

"I want to be special," the little girl almost whined.

"Don't we all," Timond answered with sarcasm. "Look, there are a lot of men here. And there is a group of boys over there," he pointed to a group of 4 boys that were obviously planning something.

"Nobody wants to play with me," she was urgently whining now and making a face.

"Maybe that's because you're so whiny and needy. Listen, find a man who's not talking, maybe just looking around, and go up to him and whisper in his ear, - Please poke my puty. - I promise some guys will think that's cute."

"Please poke my puty? What's that mean?" the little girl looked quizzical.

"It means please fuck me. Puty is just a cute way of saying vagina. Now run along and find someone who's not busy." Timond said giving her head a little push.

"But I'm not supposed to fuck yet. Brother Pardal said my pussy is too little." The little girl looked confused.

"You don't have to. They won't fuck you. You're wearing blue panties and just a fluffer's blue leather collar, not the Novum collar that fuck bitches wear. You just have to learn to get their attention in a good way, ok? It shows a man you're fun and want to play. Now go try it. I need to call someone."

"Please poke my puty," she made a little smile and put her hand on Timond's tummy.

"Good. Ok. Now go find someone who's not busy. Go on," Timond glanced around. "There that guy. See? Go talk to him." He was indicating a tall man who was standing at the entry of the cove, looking around.

"Ok," the little 5 year old strode off toward the man who stood surveying the room.

Timond spoke to the control panel, "Bael, ask Zakila the location of bitch Ginger."

"Your inquiry will be relayed," came the response.

Timond watched the girl tug on the man's shirttail. He looked down at her and she wiggled her finger for him to come lower. When he crouched down the little girl grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him closer to whisper in his ear. Then she backed off and smiled at the man. Smiling back, he picked her up and stood up. Timond could see they had a brief conversation, that ended with the man making his way to the stairway to the balcony carrying the girl in one arm. Once in the balcony he sat down on a bench seat and sat the girl on the table in front of him. He spread her knees wide and pulled the string on the sides of her thong to release it and drop it on the floor. Timond thought for a moment that the man might have taken her seriously about the fuck, but then he started playing with her hair and chatting.

"Timond, I put your bitch in your room," Zaki's face was speaking on the wall's control screen, "She was exhausted and they were putting fluffers in Cove 1 anyway. How are you doing?"

"I walked around a bit. Did the tour. I nailed one of the lottery breeders and a Brother invited me up to the staff baths to play with some of the prime attractions, but I turned him down. Thought I should tend to the little bitch tonight." Timond looked up at the tall man and the girl. He was pushing her, laying her back on the table top now.

"Oh, I think she's ok. Bael will let you know if there's a problem. But you did have a day of it. I get that." Zaki jerked to the side a little.

A little girl with long black hair pushed her face onto the screen, "Hiiiii," she said with a wide smile.

"Get down," Zaki said pushing her head down, "Up on the bed...Bitch down, you little trouble maker." Turning back to the screen, "Listen, I know it doesn't look like it but I am actually having an important meeting with someone."

"Yeh, looks like an important meeting," Timond replied with his most sardonic tone.

"Right well, Ging is back in your room tucked away. We stayed with Ginger as long as we could but she was sleeping when we left, so I'm sure she's fine."

"Sugar," a man's voice from off screen said. Timond did not recognize it.

"Who's that?" Timond moved to the side as if it would help him see around the edge of the screen.

"Later. Gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow," Zaki abruptly cut the video and disappeared from Timond's screen.

"Night," said Timond to the blank screen. Timond looked up and the little blond was lying back on the table with her knees up and the man's head at her crotch. Trying to roll to the side giggling, but the man held her in place and pushed harder into her little snatch with his mouth. This struck Timond with some irony. She did, after all, get her puty poked, by the man's tongue.

#2326 Day 11 23:41 Novum school level 4 boy's dorm Mr. Timond's room

When Timond walked through the opening door to his room, he did not ask for light, thinking not to disturb the dog and his little bitch if they were asleep. In the subtle, barely discernible view created by the glow of electronics indicators that have replaced the final smoldering embers of some previous era, Timond could see Ginger on the floor with her blanket covering her and her provisional master, the dog, Max. The dog raised his head, by way of greeting, then smelling Timond, immediately returned to his soporific indifference putting his head back down. Timond wanted to dutifully check his girl, her physical and emotional state, but her sleeping told him to leave it for now. He stood for sometime watching her quietly. When he was young, he had read a story about ancient Greek soldiers in the early years of chaos and their lives of duty, guarding each other as they slept, and now standing over the little girl he remembered that story, though he could not imagine why.

After some minutes he at first crouched down and very gently touched her head. Then standing again, he stripped off his sandals and clothes dropping them on the floor as usual for the diligent cleaning bot to collect for laundering. But instead of climbing into his little bed, he actually lay down on the floor beside the little girl on her mat. She had her arm and a leg over the big dog and was facing him, as was her sleeping habit. He had to push up against her to get enough of the mat's surface for comfort. He carefully and slowly took the edge of her blanket and pulled it over himself so that, at the dog's loss, both he and the small girl were covered. To his surprise, she was not totally naked, but had what felt like a thin t-shirt on. Timond surmised that Zaki had given it to her, perhaps as a reward or perhaps for comfort in being left alone. He reached under it, feeling her stomach and the soft rhythm of her breathing. Then he buried his face in her long blond hair and lay quietly listening to her breath, thinking about her warmth and the thin, taught line of his life. He knew he should get up and get in his own bed and he kept wondering when the network computer would give him a warning as it did if he fell asleep with a female in his bed. Laying perfectly still for some time he began to wonder if there even was a detection alert for a boy sleeping on the floor with a dog and his bitch. Perhaps it had never been done before.

The mat was beginning to feel uncomfortably warm. He really should go to bed, but instead raised his head and whispered, "Bael, quietly decrease temperature 2 degrees" and snuggled his head back into her hair. But the girl, roused by his whisper, made a slight noise then rolled over to face him, and just as she habitually did with the dog, she put her leg over Timond and his arm over his side pressing and rubbing her still greasy crotch into his stomach. This will be embarrassing if she wakes up, he thought to himself. He decided to a wait a few minutes for her to go more deeply to sleep then quietly crawl to his bed. Her face was just millimeters from his. Her soft breath on his cheek robbed the sad boy of his discontent thoughts and, despite his escape plan, sleep over took Timond as well.

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