Story codes: Mdom, Mg, Bg, ped, reluct,
anal, oral
WARNING: The events and characters of this
story occur in the year 2046 and are absolutely true. This sad, sick
tragedy will inevitably unfold just this way, unless of course, you
manage to learn something from it and nurture some compassion for
the contradictions of the human condition.
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Summary: Timond, an older teen boy, finds
himself in charge of a Form 4 lounge full of girls as they wait for
the younger boys to return from a stimulating Brotherhood ceremony.
Their enthusiastic return keeps the girls busy.
#2326 Day 26 09:00 Novum
school - level 4 - Form 4 lounge
When Form
4's lounge door slid open and Timond walked in, he expected to
see a room full of squirrelly preteen boys and a handful of
seriously ragged, overworked girls. Instead there was a small herd
of indolent, waiting girls and only one boy who had a girl on one of
the couches beneath a video screen. Timond could not see her face
but the girl's legs were up with one red high-heeled shoe and the
other foot shoeless. Timond did not recognize the girl's skinny legs
but he did recognize the boy who was fucking her.
It was Rowdy who did not bother to look up but was
breathlessly scolding the girl. "You better start pumpin' bitch
or I'm gettin' off." Timond probably would have recognized the
boy's muscly buttocks if he hadn't recognized his voice. Looking
more closely at the video screen he realized it was actually Rowdy
and the girl, Selina, that he was humping. It was a sure thing the
video feed was being sold on the internet to international voyeurs.
Probably much of what happened next in the room would be similarly
streamed and sold. It was no longer of monetary importance because
the Brotherhood virtually controlled the world economy. But it was a
valuable information source as a recruitment tool for future new
Brothers.
Timond was followed through the doorway by Ginger
holding Laura's hand. Ginger looked around to see about ten other
girl's sitting in various positions on rugs around the room. Most
were leaning against the nearest furniture. Two girls about 9 or 10
years old where sitting cross-legged facing each other and playing
some kind of finger game silently. Most of the others sat languidly
staring at Timond and the girl's behind him, a couple of girl's
looked to be asleep, their heads on little pillows and the side of
their thick shag throw rugs pulled up over them in search of warmth
and coziness, but looking neither. Most of the girls were wearing
little skirts, a couple wore tank tops, some loose frilly blouses
that were see-through. Two girls were wearing long t-shirts that
covered their crotch mostly. Both shirts had writing. The smaller
girl, about 9 years old had a red shirt that said, "Fuck this
cunt" across the front and an older girl, about 12 or so, had a
pink t-shirt with swirling black stripes and white letters that
said, "Grade AA Fuck Bitch".
Only one girl was completely naked, hunched over
her knees which were pulled to her chest as if to hide her
nakedness. She had dark brown skin, knobby knees and long black hair
that was a straggly mess. The girl watched Timond with red puffy
eyes. Ginger immediately suspected she had just come from the
Behavior room deep in the bowels of the school and probably was
hoping to earn both some clothes and some good graces from her
handlers.
"Ginger find a couple of rugs for you and
Laura. Sit close to her if you can but go where the boys tell you."
He pointed to one side of the room. "In front of those twin
couches looks like a good spot."
Suddenly a squeaking yelp came from the girl under
Rowdy. "Shut the fuck up and pump," Rowdy said as he
pumped harder and faster.
Timond ignored the interaction and turned to Laura.
"It looks like they aren't here yet ... except for Rowdy,"
Timond paused and raised the volume of his voice for Rowdy to hear,
"who is never where he should be." Then he lowered it
again, "But they'll probably be coming in pretty soon in a
little storm. You remember what I said. Let them work out who gets
you and what they do. Got it?"
The girl looked at his crotch and nodded without
speaking. She was wearing a red t-shirt that said "Thoroughly
Ass Fucked by Brother Bodd" and his three-pointed woven symbol.
Timond reached down and pulled the front of the shirt up to see a
thin pair of red panties. "Get those off. I don't know why she
put those on you."
"She said they go
with my shirt," Laura said with a timid little pout.
"Well, they'll
just be in the way." He pulled the top of their elastic band a
little and snapped it. "Off."
The girl pushed them
down to her feet, put one hand on his elbow and lifted her opposite
foot out of its leg hole then the other, then bent and picked them
up. "What should I do with them?"
Timond took the
panties from her hand and dropped them back on the floor. He then
crotched down in front of her. "Display."
The 9 year old spread
her feet apart so wide she started to loose her balance. Timond
grabbed here arm with his left hand to steady her and with his
right, ran a finger along the crack of her sex and brought it to his
nose. He made a face. "Still smell a little like dog squirt,"
he said standing up. "But these guys won't notice. Legs
together. Stand up straight." He said wiped his finger on the
shoulder of her shirt.
He looked around.
"They'll be in pretty big hurry because they only get about a
twenty minute break and there's not enough girls here to give them
all a ride." He smoothed her hair with his hand and looked down
at her and raised her chin with his fingers, "You're going to
be a pretty popular little girl for a bit." After staring into
her big brown timid eyes for a few seconds, he said, "I think I
better stay a little while. There's not any other upper Form
handlers here."
"Ginger's got
your rug ready. Go sit and look sexy for the boys," he said
giving her shoulder a tap to go.
Laura scurried over to
the rug next to Ginger and flopped down. Then quickly leaned over to
Ginger and gave her a kissy peck on the cheek and sat back
immediately looking to see if Timond saw and if she would get
scolded.
He did and she didn't.
Ginger leaned over to Laura began arranging her hair, then pulling
on her t-shirt to show the girl's small tits a little better and
lifting its hem a little to give a hint of pussy.
He looked around the
room at the other girls. Rowdy was apparently finished. He was
laying quietly on the girl whose legs were now down along his side,
the shoeless foot on the floor. His attention zeroed in on a chubby
little girl on a large red rug beyond them directly under the blank
video screen.
"Bella? What the
fuck is that?" Timond asked with a sneer.
"What?"
Bella was a big bodied 14 year old convert with generous tits and
ass. Her thick thighs emerged from a little white skirt, with her
broad legs ending in chubby toes. Her top was a white tank top that
covered her totally.
"Bella, did
Serril put that top on you? It's about as sexy as a sack of
balloons." Timond walked over to her.
"Mr. Serril's not
my primary anymore. Brother Sugbon's handles me."
"Handles you? Are
you a filly?"
"I guess not. He
said I'm still just a fuck bitch."
"So did Brother
Sugbon dress you in that bag?"
"No. He was busy.
I dressed myself and got here early and I been waiting around for
like years with no boys or nothing to do."
"Well, you're
going to stay a fuck bitch until you learn to dress yourself right.
Your tits are your best part Bella. Now get that top off and show
your big titties."
The girl gave a little
"fffff..." but sat up and pulled off the top. Tossing it
aside she lifted both breasts a little as if to fluff them.
"Pinch'em a
little." It was Rowdy. He was wearing a black robe with symbols
and colored stripes on the high collar and sleeves and special
patches on the arms that he had earned. Each symbolized some rank
that distinguished his unique position in the great pecking order of
the Brotherhood and it's organization. Even students had a place in
the patriarchy. He wore no pants under the robe and his cock, now
shiny and limp, dangled from the open front. He approached Bella and
bent down. "Do this and it makes them look sexy," he
rolled each nipple between his thumbs and fingers.
"Ow," Bella
complained.
"Rowdy, aren't
you supposed to be down in the Great Hall with the rest of Form 4
for the assembly?" Timond asked sternly.
"Nah. It's the
same as last year. I ducked out to the bathroom and thought the
girls needed supervision," he answered cheerily.
"Yeah, I saw you
-supervising- Selina," he said looking over at the
couch. The girl that Rowdy had been copulating with was on her elbow
watching Bella. "Selina. Rowdy's finished isn't he? Now get off
the furniture. And get yourself ready for the boys who will be
coming in. Look like you're wanta be fucked some more. They could be
here any minute." Selina slid off the couch on to the long rug
below, stretching out, she wasn't exactly certain what "look
like you're wanta be fucked some more" meant to do, so she
hiked up her skirt to display her glistening, puffy vulva.
"Bella, clean up
Selina's cunt a little. She's going be dripping Rowdy jizz on the
rug," Timond barked. Bella stirred herself from her languid
pose and crawled toward's Selina's crotch.
The door slid open and
another group of girls came in. Most were 11 or 12 years old, some
were a little older, and a few were younger, maybe as young as 9.
They were probably coming from the gym or maybe from servicing in
the kennels. It didn't really make any difference. "Find a rug,
girls. The boys should be arriving soon. And stay off the
furniture," Timond reminded them. Several of the girls giggled
and jostled each other. A teen, about 15 or 16, with reddish brown
hair just below her shoulders stood out. She was not wearing any top
and had small breasts, but big nipples. She had an odd little ship
anchor in her navel. Timond recognized her and new he had fucked her
more than once, but couldn't remember her name. She saw Timond
looking at her and gave him a little finger wave with a smile.
Timond winked at her and pointed casually to an empty rug in front
of a couch. She pushed her tongue out just a little between her lips
then, after making eye contact just a little longer, went to sit
where he had indicated.
Timond turned to
Rowdy, "Ok, since it's probably over and you're already here,
help me actually supervise." Timond and Rowdy started walking
through the lounge inspecting the girls. The the girls playing
finger games, "Girls the boys are going to be here soon.
Panties off, and try to look like you're more interested in sex.
Ok?"
One tall girl with
long skinny legs was trying to lean against an ottoman which kept
sliding away from her. Timond reached under her arm and turned her
around. "You can lean on it with your elbows, or lay on it with
your tummy if you want. Just don't sit on it. Look like you want
somebody to fuck you." He pushed her over it and lifted her
skirt to see a red thong. Pulling them down to indicate removal,
"Panties off bitches. Your here to fuck," his voice went
over the room. The girl kept her eyes on him as she straightened
onto her knees and reaching under her skirt, pulled the thong down,
then awkwardly worked it under her knees and off. "Now when the
boys come in, lean over the ottoman and pull your skirt up and
wiggle that pretty little butt of yours. ... right?"
She nodded.
"Your Haan's
bitch right? In section B, right?"
She nodded, "Yes,
sir. My name's ..." but Timond put his finger on her mouth. "I
don't need you to talk. You can keep your mouth closed till the boys
get here, then we'll fill it with nice, fat cock. Ok?"
She nodded a little
and looked down.
"Yeah." He
put his hand in her hair and rubbed the back of her head. "Remember
the fun we had at the Form
6 party a couple of weeks ago? I rode that pretty little ass,
remember?"
She nodded again.
"Sure you do. Now
when the boys come in, I want you to hike that skirt up a little and
show them a good time, just like you did for me, ok?"
She nodded and leaning
her elbows on the ottoman.
He flipped her skirt
up, and pushed a finger first into her pussy. Surprised the girl
lurched forward a little against the ottoman. Satisfied with the
lubrication, he moved the same finger into her anus to check it as
well. She made an almost inaudible sound. Pulling his finger out,
"Good girl. I want the boys to see that pretty ass and pussy
peaking at them when they come in." He patted her ass and moved
on.
Looking around to an
older girl, "Brandy, you too. Pull that skirt up a little."
The 12 year old tugged up her skirt as Timond crouched down in front
of her. The girl's long black straight hair fell down over her red,
see-through blouse hiding her small budding tits. Timond pulled one
side of her hair back over to smooth it behind her ear and shoulder.
"Like what I said to Bella, you have nice little titties.
They're budding really pretty now, Brandy. Make sure the boys can
see that when they come in. A little more sexy, huh?" She
nodded, threw one side of her hair back over her shoulder so now
Timond could see a small pert tit pushing against the see-through
fabric. She then looked at his crotch to show respect. He looked
down at her skirt that she had pulled up all the way and now Timond
could see her vulva completely. He could see a dark fuzzy shadow
around her crotch. "Brandy? What's that animal?"
"Sir? What
animal?" she said looking down almost startled, jerking her
legs apart she stared between her legs.
"That hairy
pussy. It looks like you've got a big rat between your legs, Brandy.
When was the last time Sputt shaved you?"
"A while I
guess." The girl looked sullenly at Timond's crotch again to
avoid his scolding. "He's been busy."
"Who's been
helping him with you?"
"Jake. But not
much lately. Their all busy."
"Ok, well listen.
I'm going to tell Sputt you need your cunt shaved. And if he or Jake
don't have time to do it then I'll help too. But I want you to stay
pretty for the boys." Timond ran his finger along her cheek and
across her lips. "When they see you I want them to think, -
boy, I really want to fuck that bitch. - Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Yeah."
"You want the
boys to like you don't you, Brandy?"
"Yes."
"Alright well I
don't have time to talk to Sputt now, but I will later and we'll get
his little hairy pussy nice and shiny later today. Ok?"
"Ok." All
this time she had been looking down, embarrassed about her body. She
looked up at him. "Then are you going to fuck me, Mr. Timond?"
It sounded like curiosity, but perhaps Timond thought it was
neglect.
"Maybe. We'll
see. I liked pumping that honey pot the last time." He patted
her pudenda. "You're getting better every time." He stood
up. "Have you been taking care of your dog like you should?"
The girl was looking
up at him and nodded yes.
"How many times
yesterday?"
She smiled and held up
three fingers.
"Ok, good bitch.
Sometimes men get kind of busy. Maybe I'll talk to Sputt about
getting you another doggie to take care of. But this morning you're
going to be busy with the boys, hair on your cunt or not. Pull that
skirt down just a little though. They probably won't notice.
Remember, in a lounge, it's not about showing them what you got,
it's about getting them to want what they can't see."
"Bael,
amplify my voice. ... Ok, bitches listen up." Suddenly though
the room was somewhat large Timond's voice seemed to come from
everywhere. It was as if a supernatural being were speaking to them
with great authority.
"This is not a
regular day, girls. The boys are not coming from a special ceremony.
They are down doing man things and learning man things. I won't
bother trying to explain why but they are going to be coming up here
hard and horny. I know this from experience. I want all of you
looking sexy and needy. Show them you need a good fucking. Show them
you want the cum from their big cocks in your wet cunts. Is that
clear, bitches?" Timond paused to allow silence. But he heard
from the other side of the room, "Mr. Timond, if they're going
to be so horny what difference does it make what we look like?"
Timond took a deep
breath. The girl was at the other side of the room. She was too new
to remember her name. Rowdy was closer and he started towards her.
Timond put up his hand when Rowdy glanced at him, so he stopped next
to her. Timond slowly and clearly said, "Listen bitch, you have
two jobs. What are they?"
There was another
short silence. "Make them hard."
"And?"
Timond waited again.
"Make them cum,"
she finished quietly.
"What is the last
one? I want to hear it." Timond said it deeply which was
amplified around the room.
"Make them cum,
sir," she answered louder.
"Ok. Bitches,
help each other get a little more attractive." He pointed to
the girl who had just asked the question, "And you get over
here and kneel."
The girl stood up and
stepped around the couches and furniture to drop down in front of
him. "You're Peeder's new girl, right?" he asked looking
down.
She nodded,
"Priscilla."
"I don't give a
fuck what your name is. Job number one. Suck." He opened the
double zipper on his pants and his cock fell out, already
semi-erect, its normal state in a room full of fuck bitches.
The 11 year old
eagerly sucked on his cock, using both hands. He could see that
Peeder had done some work with the little blonde. He went hard
quickly and in less than a minute grabbed the girl by the ears and
fucked her face hard by pulling it back and forth. She put her hands
on his thighs to steady herself but showed no resistance. The action
made a loud, repetitive "schlocking" as his cock pumped
into her glottis. After several pumps he held her closely to him so
that his cock was buried in the back of her throat. She obviously
could not breath, even through her nose, and when tears came to the
edge of her eyes, he pushed her head back, and slapped her face, not
hard but enough for other girls around them to hear. "Now, a
little more lipstick and a lot less lip," he said quietly but
it still was amplified all over the room. Pointing, "Back to
where you were. Sabrina, there next to you, will show you where the
lipstick and lube is. You need both. And make sure you lube front
and back. Got it?"
The girl kept her eyes
on his crotch and nodded, then got up, a little unsteady. Timond
grabbed her arm to prevent her falling and until she stood. She
turned and made her way back to her rug.
"Front and back,
girls. Front and back," he repeated loudly. His dick was hard
and pointing up now. He looked at the clock. Still no boys. Looking
over at Brandy, he could see another girl was putting bright red
lipstick on her now. When the girl finished, Brandy rolled her lips
together to smooth the lipstick and put her face down to the bottom
of the couch next to her where there was a mirror to examine their
accomplishment. Her naked ass saluted Timond.
"Brandy. Up on
the couch. Bitch
up. Face me." His voice was not harsh, but terse like he
was putting a well-trained dog through its paces, and it was still
being amplified as all the girls watched. The girl was surprised but
then quickly got on the couch on her hands and knees. Timond walked
up to her face and put his thumb in her mouth, pulling it farther
open stuck his cock in, then placing his hands on each the side of
her head. He loved the view of the bright red lips around his cock
framed by the straight jet black hair. He watched as he fucked her
mouth slowly and deeply, so that there was red lipstick around the
base of his dick after another few pumps. She gagged a little and he
pushed her back and pushed her head to the side. Slapping her cheek
lightly, "Flip."
She looked up a little
confused and Timond pushed her shoulder to his left, "Turn.
Flip around and put your ass to me." Now she understood. The 12
year old was big for her age, actually closer to 13, and had a nice
wide ass. Still on her hands and knees up on the couch she wiggled
it at him a little. Looking at the girls in front of her and
smiling. Rowdy was close enough, he stepped over and pushed her head
down so they could not see her face. Timond grabbed her hips and
promptly pushed his cock into her pussy which went easily either
because of grease or wetness. He pushed her legs apart a little to
lower her for a better angle and fucked it in deeper till she
flinched from hitting the back of her vagina. Now Timond reached up
and grabbed a hand full of her long hair. "Show you're a proud
bitch," said his voice all over the room.
And, in fact, she was.
As he released her hair she looked around to see all the girls
watching her. Timond began to bang her hard and rapid now, and she
opened her mouth and tried to look back. Timond could see her
smeared lipstick and her eyes went half shut as her head went down a
little and bobbed with in time with his banging against her. Then
she whipped her head up again and closed her eyes making high
pitched sounds in rhythm to his fucking her pussy. She wanted the
other girls to see how good it felt, and in fact, Timond's cock ring
that he wore around his gentiles was close enough in
proximity to her clit ring that the computer system randomly
decided to reward her with a tiny squirt of OZ
under her collar inducing a low moan from her that was not for show.
Timond fucked her harder and deeper trying to get her louder so all
the girls could hear. Her head was back as far as she could hold it,
but out of sheer enthusiasm, he grabbed a hand full of hair again,
and almost yelled, "Proud Bitch!" as now every eye was on
them.
Ginger had stopped
combing Laura's hair watched Mr. Timond. His "proud bitch"
was classic Mr. Timond. This is what he said, and sometimes yelled,
when he was showing off, but it was usually to other boys or when he
knew other boys and Brothers would see him on video, as when he had
got her under her first dog, and he was so proud of her finally
performing what they both had spent days trying to accomplish,
becoming Max's "good bitch". But now, there was just
Rowdy, only about 13 years old, and a dozen girls mostly younger.
Timond was showing he liked to be in charge.
Ginger heard the door
slide open, and three boys followed by several others charged
excitedly into the room. The first few boys who came in paused to
take in what they saw. The room was rarely filled with this many
females but then there was what Timond was doing in almost the
middle of the large room, riding a girl like she was a wild mare.
Without looking or
even acknowledging the boys' presence, Timond slid his hands down to
grip Brandy's shoulders and pulled her back hard into his cock, to
release a growl and banging her naked pussy hard enough to erupt in
a load and her reacting yell. It must have been deep and hard enough
to hurt, as she dropped her head, then she moaned as he pushed her
away, his wet, drained cock flopping hard in front of him. Brandy
lay down hunched over her knees and rolled to her side.
The girls in the room
looked around at the boys pushing into the room. They wore big black
robes that were mostly open in front, sporting springy erect cocks
that bobbed through the open fronts. Some of the boys had small
fluffers in hand. Timond knew that the each of the boys had been
attended by a fluffer during the long ceremony in order to keep them
hard, but that if any of the boys had cum, it would have been at
great cost to both himself and the fluffer. For anyone but the
Brothers on stage and their subject bitches to cum during a Doming
ceremony was more than just bad etiquette. It was seriously
punishable. After more than 3 hours of rituals, performances and
fluffing, the boys were definitely horny.
To one who knows how
to read the collar stripes, wrist stripes and insignias on the boys'
black robes, it would be evident who was above whom in the great
Novum school pecking order. The girls didn't have such arcane
knowledge but the boys did, and it required only a few minutes for
the highest ranking boys to peal off from the group and grab the
girl they chose. The first boy, in fact, strode over to Brandy,
pulled the exhausted girl to her knees, and throwing his robe tail
up, sat down and pulled the girl's mouth to his hard cock. "Suck
bitch," was a pattern echoed around the room. It was obvious to
those who had never observed what the boys had just experienced and
that the resolute act of receiving subservient head, followed by a
good assertive ass-fuck, followed by relieving oneself in her cunt
was a common theme followed by each boy.
The process of boys
choosing girls was noisy and a large commotion, but surprisingly
limited in conflicts. Each boy knew his rank in the pecking order,
or better termed "fucking order". Lower ranked boys had
learned when younger in Form
3 to wait for their superiors to make their selections, which
didn't take long, then they made their own selections of what was
left, or stood near a girl they were willing to wait for till the
higher ranking boys had their orgasms. As it was, there were more
than twice as many boys in the room than females, so most girls had
at least one boy waiting on her and some had several. Any little
fluffers who accompanied a boy into the room was directed to kneel
or stand in front of a waiting boy and offer service. Timond watched
Laura and Ginger who had been sitting seductively showing their long
legs, get chosen each by one of the boys and join the other girls on
their knees paying homage to the phallus that had selected them. The
room was noisier than the usual commotion between classes or busy
sessions that bracketed the day. All the boys were not only horny,
but aggressively horny inspired by the misogynistic domination they
had quietly watched in the ceremony. Also more boys were wearing
"cock rings" over their cock, around and under their
scrotums, so the girls who wore complimentary rings
in their noses and clitorides were getting rewarded more widely for
the servile ministrations. A good time was being had by all.
As with the other
girls, the cocksucking for Laura and Ginger was a pretty quick
formality. Then Laura's boy had her laid out across a couch fucking
her ass while she gripped its edges. Her mouth was open and with a
pillow under her pelvis, she was taking a rapid pounding. Laura was
popular. There were three other boys waiting, one sitting on the
bottom edge of Ginger's couch with a little fluffer sucking his cock
and watching Laura's ass work. In only few minutes Laura's handler
had her flip over and immediately came in her pussy. The boy lay
quietly on her for just a bit but the boy who was getting his knob
polished by the fluffer, pushed the little girl away and tapped
Laura's lover on the shoulder, who pushed himself up and pulled the
fluffer's mouth to his cock for a cleaning. While Laura's next boy,
Harold, had her kneeling and his cock in her mouth.
Ginger was on her
knees on the edge of her couch receiving a ass fuck from a different
angle. Ginger's face was buried in the couch but Timond could see
through the part of her strawberry blond hair that her collar
was glowing and she held her butt up a little higher for her boy to
get a better purchase into it. It appeared to Timond that the boy
using her, had unintentionally cum in her ass and consequently
stopped abruptly. He pushed her off the couch before he walked away.
Immediately another
boy of lower rank who had been patiently watching sat down on the
couch, spread his legs and patted is thigh. Ginger looked up at him,
and flashing a compliant smile went down on his hard dick to pump
and suck. This boy ran his hands through her hair, petting her like
a long haired cat. He leaned down closer to her head and Timond
could see him saying something to her, which made her collar flash a
little faster. Sitting back a little more on her heels, she held her
mouth steady over the tip, and while pumping with her hand looked up
at him. Timond could see a little smile around the cock. Then she
leaned again and pumped and sucked faster. Timond wondered what the
boy had said to her. He knew could actually listen if he wanted. The
sound was picked up by her ear
canal rings, relayed to her collar then relayed to the network
and stored, indefinitely as far as Timond knew. But for right now,
he just wanted to watch.
Her sucking only
lasted a short time before the boy pushed her head back a little,
stood and told her to lay down on the couch, ass up, and went
through the same ritual he had just been lectured about by the
Brothers and then watched in their ceremony, sodomizing, and then
the pussy fucking, cumming to a quick finish that just as the other
boys were doing.
Looking around, Timond
observed one of the most popular girls was Bella, the big girl that
had little rolls of fat pretty much everywhere. As she rolled over
onto her back, spread her legs and reached out her arms, it made it
look like her lover was falling into a giant white stuffed animal.
This reminded him of a conversation that he and some other Form
6 boys had with Brother Samuel, Pike and the other Brothers
responsible for counsellors in training, and how this year's Form
4 group seemed to favor the bigger, sturdier girls over the
smaller skinnier ones. There were always variations of taste in
every group of boys, but as he looked around the room now, this
seemed to be generally true. A couple of the younger, skinnier fuck
bitches appeared to be consigned to fluffing boys in line for Bella
and the other bigger girls. Bella herself was obviously having a
grand time of fucking her little train of consorts.
Timond looked back at
his girls. By this time Laura's boy, Harold, a tall 12 year old, had
her on her back spread eagle on the couch and was furiously fucking
her pussy. Timond made his way over to his girls and stood next to
Laura looking down at her, watching her struggle with being poked by
the boy's long, skinny cock. Though her collar
was pulsing, she looked up at Timond with silent anxiety as he bent
over and grabbed her foot closest to him and put it between behind
Harold's leg, followed by doing the same with her other bare foot.
Then he went to the head of the couch and squatted down to within
only a few centimeters from her ear and ran his hand into her hair
on the other side of her head. Almost whispering he said, "Wrap
your legs around him to show him you want it. Keep him in your pussy
and fuck him, Laura. Show him how much you want his cum." His
quiet voice, still amplified, could be heard around the room. He
reached down under her thigh and slid his hand under her ass. "Get
that ass up off that couch and fuck him back." Timond watched
as the girl looked up at the ceiling, not responding at first, then
tightened up her legs pulled him closer and started pushing her
pelvis up into his to try to match his rhythm. "That's a girl.
Good bitch." The boy's rhythm started to speed up. Laura slid
her arms under his and hooked her hands to his shoulders, now
pushing up harder, she had caught his rhythm and her collar started
to pulse a faster redder pink. "That's my girl. Fuck'im,"
he said closer to her ear. "Get that big dick all the way,
sweety." She started making a high pitched grunt now in rhythm
with his fucking. Timond looked down at their crotch and could see
Harold's long skinny dick almost come out, then push in as far as he
could go. Her little pussy took as much as it could. There were
several other girls around the room that were making quite a bit of
noise. Timond's voice had hyped several of them and one girl made
moan as she loudly came. Then another even louder, adding "Fuck
... ooo ... fuck me ... ooo ..." The room had an urgent air
sexual frenzy now and Timond could literally smell the hungry sex.
Laura's boy was pounding furiously when Laura's collar locked on a
bright red. Timond's left hand was still under her ass cheek. He
reached it up and stuck a finger in her asshole as she and the boy
pulled into each other. He could feel that her sphincter pulsing
around it. The network's monitoring software had proven itself
completely accurate about her orgasm. "Aaah." she said
making a little protest about the rectal penetration.
"Good bitch,"
Timond said standing up. Harold lay slouched over top of the girl.
Timond could only see the top of her head. "Harold, her next
fuck is waiting. Get off and take a nap some place else, buddy."
Harold pulled his cock
out and got off the girl. She rolled over on to her side exhaling
and taking a deep breath. But Timond reached down, lifted her knee
and gave it a shove. "You've got another cock here, fuck bitch.
Show him his pussy." The boy who was waiting crawled between
her legs. He was younger, probably about Laura's age. His cock
flopped between them as he tried to grab it with one hand and
support himself with the other. "Help him find his hole,
Laura," he said reaching down again and tapping her knee
closest to him. "Spread." The 9 year old's big brown eyes
looked over the boy's shoulder up at Timond, blinking from the
sweat. Timond wanted to push the boy off and fuck the innocent
little bitch himself at that moment, but he maintained his
professional trainer demeanor. The girl opened her mouth as the next
penis pushed into her now very sensitive vagina. Timond tapped below
her knee again as a reminder and she wrapped her legs around the boy
to begin another rushed fucking.
"Good bitch," Timond said as he rose to
his feet. "You're doing really good." He looked around. It
was a busy room. He looked at the large screen one side of the room.
"Bael, display the time." A giant 10:35 came on the
screen. He had totally missed one class and was already late for the
next one, but he felt proud and particularly responsible for the
enthusiasm of the girls in the room.
He strode towards the door. But suddenly there was
a commotion behind him. Timond turned to see two girls, one the
oldest in the room, about 14 and the other about 12, going at each
other physically.
"He wants me, bitch!" the younger one was
screaming.
"Get your fat ass away from his cock, bitch.
He was waiting for me!" the older screamed simultaneously
grabbing the other girl's hair.
They were both completely naked, and now they were
spinning each other around each with handfuls of the other's hair.
Timond considering ordering their shock collars to bring them to
their knees. Were he not in the room, this probably would have
happened automatically. But he preferred a more dramatic, and
humiliating intervention for the younger people to see in the room,
and it would probably be good for the girls to see too. Timond
stepped over to them, coming up behind the older taller girl by
chance.
"My pussy, bitch! He's going to fuck my
pussy!" "Fuck you! Fuck you, bitch!" They screamed in
simultaneous, mostly unintelligible eruptions.
Timond reached around the taller girl, grabbing her
opposite shoulder, and sticking his foot out, swung her over his
hip, so that she fell flat the floor on her shoulders. Still holding
the taller girl's hair, the younger girl was now off balance and
Timond found it an advantage to balance on the extended foot and
swing his other leg around under the younger girl's feet, causing
her to tumble to the floor too, onto her hands and knees.
"Bael!
Robotic restraint both bitches!" Timond shouted above the
clamor.
Almost instantly two large robots, about 30
centimeters tall, emerged from below two different couches looking
like large speedy tortoises. They came into arm's reach of each girl
in only a couple of seconds and each shot out an arm toward each
girl's face. Two fingered claws at the end of each arm clamped
inside the nose of each girl. Both girls screamed and grabbed for
the arms that now had a firm hold on their noses.
The older girl who was still on her back, shouted,
"Stop!" and grabbed at the steel arm.
The robot responded with its own command. "Up
and roll over, bitch" the robot commanded, and the girl could
feel the clamp in her nose begin to slowly rotate.
The younger girl who was already on her knees was
also grabbing for her robot's arm. "Aaaaah!" she screamed.
Every eye in the room was now on the stainless
steel robots and the female flesh they had taken control of.
"Bitch
up, bitch!" announced her robot. "Hands on the floor."
Loosing balance and with pain in her nose, the girl complied to take
her unbalanced weight off the agonized nose as the arm retracted
pulling her lower and closer to the floor.
By now the older girl was in a similar situation
clinging to the arm, with claw still gripping her nose, she had
turned over enough to be on her knees. "Bitch up, bitch!"
the robot announced. The arm of her robot began to retract and pull
her closer to the floor. Off balance herself, she now put her hands
down on the floor which for both girls was now less than 10
centimeters from their faces.
Both girls struggled to pull the arms up, but the
robots felt like they weighed tons. What Timond understood, unlike
most others in the room, the robotic tortoises not only had claws in
each nose, but also had large electromagnets that held both robots
firmly to the metal that was sub-floor.
"Bael, take both bitches to the 6th
floor Behavior chamber," Timond commanded.
"Acknowledged," both robots responded in
chorus as they began to slowly move towards the room's door. With an
irresistible pull on their noses each girl began to slowly crawl
behind the retreating robots. The younger girl began to sob and
tears ran down both girl's cheeks, butts high behind them with their
puffy vaginal lips on display and faces still just a few centimeters
above the floor, crawling awkwardly to follow their robot masters,
on their hands and knees but with their heads held so closely to the
floor, they looked like bugs in tow. At a gradually accelerating
pace they were pulled through the doors into the hallway and towards
the elevator.