WARNING: The events and characters of this
story are absolutely true and 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: Ginger is
working in the 7th floor Lounge when she is chosen by a
visitor from outside the commune and Brotherhood. They have an
unusually frank conversation.
Characters
Mr. Timond (Timmy): 17
year old boy, Form 6 , a natural
(naturals were born from cult females)
Ginger (Karen): 11 yr old girl, a convert
(converts are people who were not born into the
cult)
Christopher Halls: Contractor for a company
that sells to Proddum Technologies
Sabrina: 10 yo budding convert (Kulki's girl
in Form 4)
Selina: (#2319) 9 yo flat, very compliant
convert in the Form 4
Tisha : 13 years old blond girl.
#2326 Day 39: 14:20 in Novum
school floor 2, Cafeteria
Ginger sat on the floor under the table between
Timond's legs eating treats from his hand. Her arms wrapped around
his right leg and she held closely nibbling a nut from between his
fingers as if a delicacy of delectable delight. The nuts were in
fact much better than the canned ration she routinely ate from her
bowl on the floor. Timond was chatting with several of his friends
in Form 6
about something that Ginger did not even remotely understand nor
have interest in understanding. Girls were rarely allowed to sit on
furniture, never in the cafeteria, and she felt equally uninterested
in the two other girls under the table and happily invisible to the
other young men. One was nibbling on treats like Ginger, but the
other was nibbling on her handler's nuts between his legs. At that
moment, clinging to her trainer's leg Ginger felt peacefully content
in the small pleasure of the nuts, raisins and other dried fruit.
She was being rewarded for a busy morning of first helping in the
nursery, which she enjoyed, and playing servant bitch to Form
3 boys, which was a tolerable task.
Whether serving one of the Forms
or the nursery or serving as a bitch in the kennels,
pretty much everything was better than her most frequent
requirement, which was working out in the gym. The gymnasium
assignments were varied, and included hours on stationary bikes and
other machines, playing "yogi" as the girls called it,
dance practice, swimming, aerobics, flexibility training and other
things. But none were of much interest or enjoyment. The sexual
training machine room was probably the most intimidating. The gym
trainers seemed to find new ways to create new endurance tests every
time she was assigned to those machines. That and "weight
training", that is standing and holding a weight with her cunt
muscles were her least favorite.
As Ginger sucked the next nut from between Mr.
Timond's fingers she idly wondered what her afternoon would be. She
would probably have to spend some time in the gym but it was also
likely she would get to work in the kennels. The kennels were not
her most favorite thing to do, but it usually meant that she would
get to orgasm a few times. As she looked around at the crotches
sitting around her, she considered the possibility of one of her
favorite requirements, which was serving Form
5 boys. In answer to her question, Timond reached behind her
neck and pulled her face to where he could see it. "You
shouldn't eat any more. I probably shouldn't have fed you anything
at all actually. You are serving in the Lounge
this afternoon. Get up and let me see what you're wearing."
This was good news to Ginger. To serve in the
Lounge was one of her favorite things to do for Mr. Timond. Anything
that involved having her pussy fucked had become her favorite things
to do. Being butt fucked was an obligation but she had learned to
love her pussy. Ginger had learned to relish having a cock in her
mouth and pumping to suck the cum down but sometimes she felt that
she could happily spend the whole day on her back with her legs in
the air having her vagina pounded to oblivion. In addition, service
in the Lounge meant wearing nice things, so several times she had
been rewarded with new panties, camisoles, blouses, skirts, new
shoes, painted finger nails and toe nails, temporary tattoos ... one
time a pair of nylon hose. It felt good to look sexy in front of the
other girls, especially the older girls and women who mostly ignored
her. Then be selected and called to "entertain" the men at
the bars, the myriad tables, booths, and coves. The Lounge was a
maze of pleasures for men and Ginger was chosen to be one of those
pleasures.
She stood and struck a pose that she had learned
for her porn photo shoot sessions. Mr. Timond smiled which made her
feel warm. He liked what she had done. "Good bitch,"
she said in her own mind. To her disappointment he unsnapped her
little brassier that she especially loved and pulled it down under
and off. "You won't need this. Bael, launder this," he
said tersely and dropped it on the floor. Ginger was relieved that
he wasn't having it "disposed" which he would sometimes do
even though she had worked so hard to earn each article of clothing
available to her. In seconds a small cleaning bot popped under the
table and swept it up. Then he straightened her see-through pink
negligee. "This will be OK," he said as he pulled down her
bright red thong, "but this is wet and scummy. Bael, launder
this and get this bitch a clean thong, a red thong." Ginger
steadied herself on the table and removed her thong to drop it on
the floor. Ginger was not sure if it was the same bot or another one
that swept it up. "Display," Mr. Timond commanded. Ginger
instinctively spread her legs beyond shoulder width and put her eyes
on his crotch.
#2326 Day 39: 14:28 in Novum
school, floor 7, The Lounge
When she got off the elevator, Ginger went straight
to the dressing room. There was a bot with a small, very thin red
thong in its basket waiting for her. There were three girls there
helping each other, one as young as herself or maybe younger that
she recognized as Selina, Varo's girl, a very eager convert in Form
4. The other two girls were much older, in their late twenties maybe
early thirties Ginger guessed, but she didn't know them.
Ginger grabbed the thong, then got some packages of
lubricant from the dispenser. "Can you help me with this?"
she asked one of the older girls.
"Sure, up here," patting a high padded
table. Ginger climbed up on the table. "Bitch
down tight and display," the woman smiled. Ginger gave the
packages to the girl and climbed up onto the table, rolled onto her
back, raised her knees to her chest and held them wide. The girl put
her hand on Ginger's vulva and said, "Let's fluff your pussy a
little so you look hot. Is that ok?" looking at Ginger.
"Yeah, sure, I guess," Ginger liked the
idea and girls in their 20's and 30's knew how to look sexy.
At this the girl spread lubricant on a finger and
leaned down to start sucking gently on Ginger's clitoris. As she
sucked, she slipped her lubricated finger into the Ginger's anus
working it around. Ginger looked down at the girl's long, brown hair
that fell across her face and down onto Ginger's tummy. The soft
hair felt so light as it feathered over her skin. When she sucked
harder, Ginger reacted, putting her hands in the girl's hair. Ginger
looked over at the other girl and Selina. That girl was blond and
smiled at her. Selina didn't smile but slightly stuck her tongue out
between her lips and quickly flipped it in. To Ginger this seemed
really sexy so she tried to do it back, but just as she touched her
lip with her tongue the girl stuck her finger in farther fucking it
into her butt and Ginger grunted a little. Selina giggled and the
blond girl, moving to the other side of the table said, "Can we
help?"
The tall blond with big tits stood beside the table
and took some of the lubricant to massage the 11 year old's tiny
pert tits. Selina watched for a minute then ventured over to
Ginger's other side. "Are we going to get in trouble?" she
asked the blond. It seemed a game had started, Selina thought,
called Make Ginger Cum, but they had not been told to do that.
The tall blond shook her head looking down at
Ginger, "We're just getting the girl ready," she replied
as she pinched and pulled and rolled her little titties.
Selina put her hand under the blond girl's hand
that was close to her and lifting it a little out of the way put her
mouth on it to suck the tit. The blond must have liked the idea
because she did the same with other tit on her side. Ginger's
breasts were so small that the girl's could suck them into their
mouths completely. The blond caught nipple between her teeth and bit
it a little. Ginger jumped and moved her hand to the woman's head,
but her only sound was "ooh!"
Ginger considered how good girls and fluffers could
make you feel. There had been several times in her training that
they had turned their attention to her and each time was intensely
thrilling, so much different than the men and boys. Males, she
thought, mostly just use you then push you aside. They don't really
care how you feel. Oh, sometimes they will play with you and see how
hot they can make you, and try to get you to beg for it, but they're
never out to please the way females do. Mr. Zaki and occasionally
Mr. Timond could be exceptions when they really focused on making
her cum, but girls, especially the older girls seemed very
different. She wanted to say something to the blond girl who was
playing with her titties and ask her what she thought about this,
but Ginger knew that would be very bad. Satan had warned her in many
ways against saying anything bad about men or even boys. She had
been punished with collar shocks and screeches in her ears for
saying bad things. Even in the Lounge, where bitches generally had
more freedom, critical comments could occasionally bring
consequences. Just talking unnecessarily to another girl is enough
for a collar shock. So now, she ran her fingers through the
brunette's hair hoping she understood how much she liked this.
The dark haired girl working on Ginger's crotch
squirted more lubricant around Ginger's vagina and anus, then pushed
it into her cunt with her thumb and into her asshole with index
finger and squeezed. At that exact moment Ginger's collar
lit up white and began to pulse on the left side. Ginger moaned
"aaaah" but it was probably not related to the vibration
she felt in her collar. Selina was startled and jerked herself up
dropping her hands to her side. The blond girl let Ginger's titty go
from her mouth and said, "Shit." The dark haired girl
raised her head from Ginger's clitoris and said, "The fun here
is over kiddo. Looks like your fun is out in the Lounge.
You gotta go find a cock, girl."
Ginger collected herself and sat up. As she rose
she, and only she could hear, a voice that said, "Bitch Ginger,
Mr. Timond ordered these shoes are for you. Proceed to the Lounge
main area and go to the luxury box #4."
When she sat up her collar was vibrating on one
side, the same side of the room as the doorway. Looking down, she
saw a bot with red high-heeled shoes in its basket.
The dark haired girl looked down. "It looks
like you have to go honey. Are those yours?" she asked
indicating the red high heels, a pink plastic package and a small,
silver tube in a bot basket. "Let me help you," she said
wiping her own mouth with a tissue. She knelt down and strapped the
red shoes to Ginger's feet. The other girl opened the tube and
spread the bright red lipstick on the 11-year-old's pale lips. Next
the tall blond girl pulled a little pink boa from the package and
wrapped it around her neck and draped it down the pink negligee.
When she helped Ginger down off the table, Ginger immediately
tottered. She had never managed to become comfortable in shoes with
high spiked heels. These seemed especially difficult to balance in.
The two girls smiled at each other. "You look like a baby
hooker," said the blond.
Ginger rubbed her clit with one of her ringed
fingers without thinking about it, and her collar gave her tiny
shock to remind her to keep hands off Mr. Timond's pussy. "Ouch,"
jerking her finger away. That was strange because she had never
received the punishment shocks in the Lounge before.
"Yeah, don't do that in here. You can touch
yourself anywhere when you are out on the Lounge floor but not in
here. Don't worry about it. Your pussy's really puffy and pretty
now. Your man's gonna love it," the dark haired girl said
patting Ginger's crotch. "Do you want one of us to help you get
to where you're going?"
"I'll ... I'll be ok," Ginger wobbled
towards the exit.
Going through the doorway, Ginger looked in the
direction of the collar's vibration and saw nothing. She moved in
that direction anyway, towards Cove #4 it seemed. Ginger had spent a
lot of time in Cove 4. When she turned the vibration in her collar
moved to her front, under her chin. So she knew which way to go. The
girl continued to move in the direction of Cove 4 and thought maybe
her patron was down the cove's pit on what Mr. Timond called the
stadium benches where the girls hang out. When she got to the cove,
she saw la handful of young fluffers playing with each other but no
men or boys. Where to go?
Finally she spoke to the air, which usually worked.
"Bael,
where do I go?"
A couple of the youngest fluffers looked up at her
thinking she might be talking to them. Immediately from the
electronic
rings inside her ear canals, only she could hear, "Proceed
to the Cove 4 luxury box. Go up to your right up the circular
staircase." Sometimes Satan wasn't very clear about what He
meant. Looking up, she could see booths that over-looked Cove 4. To
the right of them was a circular staircase that led up even higher.
At the top of that stair there seemed like a door with a small light
above it flashing at the same frequency as her collar's vibration.
The flashing and collar vibration quickened as she approached that
side of the cove, so she climbed the stairs to the booths and found
another stairway she had never noticed before. It spiraled up to the
door with its light flashing more rapidly. Climbing the circular
stairway the door opened just as she arrived and the light locked on
steady.
It was dim in the Lounge but the room was even
darker. She stood and waited for her eyes to adjust. The only light
in the room was coming from the very large glass windows that
reached ceiling to floor and looked over Cove 4. She could see the
barely dressed fluffers below sitting on one of the levels in the
Cove pit. The smallest ones were playing a game on a video pad. One
of the older fluffers, looking about 9 or 10, was doing the hair of
a younger girl and watching a video on a pad. Suddenly a lighter
ignited and she could see a man lighting a cigarette sitting in a
chair close to the window at the other end of the room. "Welcome.
Did you get my drink?" he said over the cigarette. Ginger moved
towards him, "No, I didn't know I was suppose to bring a drink.
Maybe I'm in the wrong box. Is this the luxury box?"
When she got close she could see his outline and
the outline of a table. The man pointed to a chair next to himself,
"It sure is. You can't imagine. Don't worry about the drink.
Have a seat." He pointed a chair next to him.
"Sit in the chair?" Ginger asked. She had
not been invited to sit in a chair by herself in the many weeks she
had been at Denali. Something was wrong. "Uhh, I don't want to
get in trouble."
"Sitting down will get you in trouble?"
Now the man smoking the cigarette sounded confused. The glow from
the cigarette tip brightened, the moved away from his head and
dulled.
"I'm not allowed to sit in a chair. We're not
allowed in chairs." This was a strange man that he wouldn't
know what everyone knew. "Can I sit in your lap maybe?"
"Well... yes... that would be fine. Better
actually. I would like that. Every man likes to have a pretty girl
sit in his lap." The man patted his thigh. Ginger sat down and
put her left arm around his neck, feeling relieved that he did not
insist she sit in a chair. Now she could see him better. He had
short dark hair and looked middle aged. He was wearing a dark
bathrobe.
"Thank you," she clasped her hands and
gave him a peck on the cheek. "Can I do something for you?"
She suddenly felt confident. "Would you like a blow job or
maybe fuck me?"
The man was silent for a short time. He was not
accustomed to this kind of conversation, especially with someone so
young. "Well ... yeah I guess. I liked that little kiss you
just gave me." Putting her hand on his cheek, Ginger opened her
mouth a little and leaned closer to his face. Their mouths joined
and the man reached his tongue into her mouth in search of her
tongue. The little girl tasted so sweet. She must have eaten candy,
or the man thought, maybe all preteens tasted like candy. He
explored her mouth, relishing the feel and taste of her young tongue
for a long, quiet minute.
He slipped his hand up along her leg to feel the
inside of her crotch. Her skin was so smooth, no hint of hair yet.
He backed off a little, "Mmm. You taste good. Baal, lights up a
little." The lights slowly increased. "That's good,"
he said and in the dim light he moved his hand under her pink
see-through negligee. "You are prettier than your picture,"
he whispered.
"Thank you. Can I play with your dick?"
"Yeesss. You may."
The girl jumped up and pulling her long negligee up
a little out of the way, she straddled his legs. She seemed to want
show him her crotch. He could see the clear puffy, outline of the
camel-toe her thong made over her vulva. The girl was definitely
stimulated as he could see dark wetness over her crack.
"My name's Chris, and you're Ginger, right?"
"Yep."
The girl opened the bathrobe the man was wearing
and found nothing underneath. His penis popped up erect and ready.
She reached down and jacked it a little. "Uuummm I love big
cocks. You're really hard."
"Well, thank you. Kissing a pretty girl makes
me hard. Are you taught to say that?"
"Say what?" she looked at him in the eye
a little surprised.
"I love big cocks."
"Uuuh yeah... I guess."
Tilting his head to get a good look at her eyes,
"So even if I had the smallest penis you have ever seen, you
would still say, 'I love big cocks'?"
"Yeah, ok, but I worked with Form
3 today and I can tell you that this cock," she gripped it
with both hands, "is bigger than all of those.... But yeah,
guys like it when you call their cock big."
"What's Form 3?"
"Ok, you're not from here are you? You ask me
to sit in a chair, you have the funny accent, and you don't know
what Form 3 is. Form 3 is little boys. They're like, I don't know
maybe 6 or 7 or maybe 8 years old or so. Some of them can get kind
of hard and they pretend to fuck you and try to fuck your mouth but
it's mostly show. Where are you from?"
The man shrugged, "No, I'm not from Denali
or the Rockies at all, but I'm not really at liberty to say. I'm
here on business for a company that trades stuff. Were you born
here?"
"Well... no I guess not... I don't know... I
guess I'm not at liberty to say either." The girl pumped his
penis, "I must be from Cock Land cause I really do like your
cock. It's different."
"Different?" He swept his hands under her
blouse and moved up her tummy with his palms. He loved touching her
and having the freedom to let his hands roam over the soft skin of a
preteen girl.
"I mean, it doesn't have a ... a little
turtleneck," her voice kind squeaked and she sounded like a
little kid now, like she was trying not to laugh but thought his
penis was really funny.
He laughed out loud, "Oh you mean circumcised.
I'm circumcised. Yeah, they probably don't do that here."
"I like it. It looks kinda like a mushroom.
You really have a lot of precum." She started pumping his cock
more intentionally. He knew if she kept that up he was going to cum
soon but he didn't want her to stop. He decided to try to distract
himself. "So tell me what it's like to live here. Tell me about
your day. Do you spend the whole day here with men doing stuff like
this?"
"Well, ... no. I just got here a little while
ago. Bucky woke me up. He had to go to the bathroom, so I took him.
Then he was hungry so I fed him and I had breakfast too. We usually
eat together. I didn't get much cause he likes my food better than
his."
"You had to give him your food?"
"Yeah, I can't say no to him. You probably
will think it's weird. I thought it was weird till I got used to it.
But if he wants anything I have to give it to him cause I'm only a
bitch and cocks are the boss here."
"Well, I find you really enchanting, Ginger.
Can't you explain to Bucky that ..."
Ginger started laughing. "Bucky is a dog. I
can't explain anything to him. We eat out of different bowls but if
he moves over to mine then I have to give it to him. I can eat out
of his bowl but it tastes like greasy shit, so I have to just wait
till he gets finished."
"A dog?"
"He has a big cock too, so he's like ... my
master, especially when he makes me his bitch. Mr. Timond, that's my
real master, he says Bucky is my best teacher and he teaches me my
place." All this time, she continued to gently pump his penis.
"He fucks you?"
Ginger nodded her head, "Pretty much everyday.
Usually twice a day. After we eat usually. Sometimes he doesn't let
me finish. When he gets horny he starts licking my crotch. When he
licks my pussy, I bitch up... on my hands and knees ..." she
looked at the man realizing she was going to have to explain
everything because this was a different world. "and he like,
rides me and I have to get his dick in and fucks my pussy. He was
really horny today." She paused looking at him and realized
that all this sounded gross or just nuts. "Yeah, look, I know
it sounds weird but this is a weird place, right? And all the girls
her do it. Mr. Timond says we have to learn to be obedient."
"Wow. Do you like that? I mean, doing it with
dogs?"
She giggled and stopped jacking his cock long
enough to take his hand and guide it under her thong to feel her
wetness. His fingers slipped into the tight folds of her pussy lips.
She shrugged her shoulders a little, "I guess. I love to fuck,
most of the time anyway. I didn't ever do that ever till I got here
but I like it now."
"Yeah, I can feel. That's hot really. I'd like
to watch." He moved his finger along lips and dipped it in.
Ginger tensed and moved her tongue across her lower lip.
"You can. Mr. Timond shows people sometimes.
There's always video I think, of like, everything here." Ginger
closed her eyes focusing on the intruding finger. "Just ask
Bael."
Chris spoken to the computer system asking to see
Ginger having sex with Bucky in the morning. A screen descended from
the ceiling, to the surprise of both, with six images playing across
it of the same event from six different angles. On the screen though
there is no sound, Ginger is seen talking and petting a big black
dog who is nosing between her legs. She pets him but shortly she
drops down to the floor, pulls her short skirt up and her thong down
to her knees. The dog begins to lick furiously causing Ginger to
move reflexively then try to hold herself still. Wiggling her butt a
little and looking back to talk to him, it is obvious she is
encouraging her four-legged lover.
Watching the screen with Chris, Ginger reached down
to his free left hand, took his index finger and pushed it against
one of the images on the screen. Suddenly the image takes up the
whole screen. "Bucky never spends much time licking. Watch.
He'll jump me right away." Just as she said that the dog
lurched up onto her back and grabbed her sides with his front legs.
He started pushing at her bare butt with insistent jerking thrusts.
"Bucky can never find my coochy," Ginger narrated as they
watched her reach back between her legs, trying to grab the wild dog
penis punching everywhere but her hole. It was obvious when the dog
finally hit is target. The girl on the screen slammed her hand to
the floor and lurched up, raising her head. Now the dog started
pounding into her and she pushed back from the floor. Reaching up
with one hand to the bed in front of her, it was too far to use to
steady herself and she slammed her hand down to the floor again.
From the side of the camera's view, the waist, legs and bare feet
walked into the frame then walked between the camera and the mating
pair to the other side. The figure, obviously a man, stood a bit
behind both. He squatted to the floor and grabbed the thong still
around Ginger's knees to pull it off her feet the rest of the way
and toss it to the side. With a brief exchange of words, Chris could
read Ginger's lips as she turned her head enough to understand the
word "sorry". "I forgot to take my underwear off all
the way. I don't get to wear my panties when I forget that."
The man rose, but still bending and grabbed her thigh from under her
stomach and pull the leg out and back. Ginger made a deep imitative
voice, "Give him his cunt, bitch." The girl on the screen
moved her head up a little higher and mouthed discomfort.
The man walked out of the view of the camera,
apparently attending to his daily routine. Now the dog really
slammed into her and for the next several minutes she held against
the dogs insistent thrusting. Sometimes her head would drop down and
Chris thought her arms would crumple but each time she threw her
head up again and pushed up to straighten her arms despite the
weight of the animal riding her. The waist and legs walked by again,
but with obvious attention. Ginger saw herself pushing up on the
screen and offered a comment. "He's really heavy, Mr."
The Ginger that was on Chris' legs spit into her
hand and went back to jacking his cock. The precum and spit was
making it very slippery. "He's bigger than my first dog. His
name was Max and he was a lot easier. He was nicer too. Maxi would
let me cuddle up to him at night. When I put my head down he'd just
keep pumping me. But with Bucky, I have to hold him up or he gets
mad and it's hard cause he bangs me harder than most of the other
dogs. You've got the sound off but if you turned it on you could
hear him kind of growling all the time he's fucking you. Like some
guys. Mr. Kulki, one of the Form
6 boys, is like that, kinda. It's like they're pissed cause they
wanna cum."
Ginger was quiet for a minute as she watched the
mating proceed and pumped away at Chris' cock. As if thinking out
loud, "And Bucky is really, really creamy. He dumps a lot of
creamy in my pussy and Mr. Timond says that's to get me ready for
the day. Bucky always tries to tie me. ... Do you know what that
means?"
Chris shook his head.
She looked back at the video screen. "Well,
dogs' cocks are different. They get a little fist, a knot, and when
he gets ready to cum it gets really big and I have to get it in my
coochy so we get totally stuck together. I have to push back right
away as soon as he gets on my back so his knot is in me really good.
Then I have to hold really still till he cums." Ginger
stopped, slid down and licked the cock to get it wet, then hopped up
on Chris' knees again. "You like this don't you?"
"Yeah," Chris answered quietly. They both
watched as the dog finally calmed and held still.
"They usually start cumming as soon as they
get in you good. I get like totally full of cum, and then he stops
and we just have to wait. If I do a good job of tying him then I
can't move until his knot goes down. With Bucky it seems like
forever. But I get a reward at feeding time."
"Reward?"
Ginger looked at Chris. "Yeah, like candy, or
raisons an' nuts an' chocolate. You know treats." Ginger looked
back at the screen. "Way better 'an bitch food."
The Ginger on the screen moved forward about a
meter to get her head and shoulders on the bed and the dog awkwardly
moved behind her. "See I tied him pretty good. I forgot to get
close to the bed before he started." The girl in the video
seemed to be in a more comfortable position and she seemed to be
able to patiently wait for her animal master to disengage. "That
helps a lot when I'm waiting for him to go down." They watched
for another minute or two while the girl on the screen seemed to
relax a little. "That's pretty much it. I have to wait till he
pulls out. Sometimes it's a while."
"Bael, video off. Wow. That's hot." Chris
was impressed, "Every morning?"
"Then when he gets off, I have to clean
myself. Some dogs are really good about cleaning you but Bucky, he
just sniffs your pussy a little then just goes to lay down or
something. When he's done with you, he's done. So then I have to be
careful and ... well ... clean myself pretty good or I get in
trouble. Show respect for the jizz ya know."
"Everyday?"
"Yeah, Mr. Timond says it makes my pussy ready
for the day."
"So then what?" Chris said tracing his
fingers along her sex and up her stomach.
"Ok, so anyway, soooo... today then I took
Bucky for a run in the gym along the track. Then I brought him back
to the room, Mr. Timond's room, and Mr. Timond was back on his bed,
so I sat on the floor next to him and played with his hair. Which he
didn't like so much so he took my hand and held it while he read....
So sweet sometimes... He told Bael to give me a talk and we just
held hands and he read and I listened. After awhile, he let me get
on the bed and wake up Mr. Timmy."
"Mr. Timmy?"
"That's what we call his cock, Mr. Timmy. He
let me suck it while he read. I sucked and listened to the talk."
"Talk? What do you mean?" Chris asked as
he ran his fingers around her navel.
"How to serve Satan. It was Reverend Sendd.
Mr. Timond can't hear him, only I can hear him. Anyway, Mr. Timond
said we had to go pretty quick, so he rolled me over and did a
quicky. That's what he calls his little morning fuck. His quicky. He
likes a sloppy cunt full of a lot of doggy cum. Then I cleaned him
off and he gave us both a shower. That takes a lot of time cause he
has to pump my butt. Then..."
"Pump your butt?" Chris interrupted with
a frown.
"Yeah. This place is sooo weird. It's almost
like a hospital. We don't really poop. I mean bitches
don't. Our handlers, like Mr. Timond, they take us in one of the big
shower rooms and hook us up to hoses in our butts and pump stuff in
and pump stuff out and pump stuff in and ... I don't know. Mr.
Timond told me it was all nutritious and good for us and mostly I
think it keeps us clean for fucking... ass fucking, you know...
cause I get that a lot everyday. Boys always want to show how tough
they are. Anyway most days he plugs me. ... I mean puts a butt plug
in my butt." Ginger wiggled her butt against his knees and
grinned.
"Then I helped him get dressed and he went to
class. But after he left, Bucky was horny again, so I had to let him
ride me again. Mr. Timond says I get to ride more cock than any
other bitch in the dorm. He won a bet last week and he got to keep
Mr. Kulki's bitch for a whole day. But I think he only fucked her
once, at least that's all I saw. Sabrina. She's like my age and not
got much more tit than me. Mr. Timond likes bigger tits. But
Sabrina's a good fuck though. I've heard the guys say that."
The girl stopped to wet her hand with her tongue
and started jerking the man's crank faster. But he put his hand on
her arm and said, "Slow down a little. I like your story. I
don't want to cum yet... So Bucky fucked my little girl a second
time. Then what?"
"Anyway, then I went up to Form
3 cause they always have at least one bitch up there for service
and today was my day. But I was alone so when I got on the elevator,
there was some Form
4 boys on it and I knew I was in trouble as soon as the door
opened. I wasn't going to get on when I saw them and I was like -
oh sorry I gotta wait for Mr. Timond - and they were like - get
on bitch. We'll take you. - It was Mr. Rowdy, Mr. Stansen and Mr.
Dicky. Form 4 & Form
5 boys are always horny and they always got to show their stuff.
So they ask me where I'm goin' and I tell them Form 3 and they say
before I go there I gotta take care of them first." Ginger
paused and jump up. "I need some oil for your cock. My mouth's
getting dry."
She asked the computer network for oil and a drawer
opened. Ginger retrieved it then hopped back into Chris' lap. "It's
warm. Almost hot. Wow," she said as she squirted his cock with
it and bent down to taste. "Mmm ... strawberry. That's another
thing I like about working in the Lounge. Sometimes the oil is
yummy."
As the warm oil ran across his hard penis, "Oh
my," Chris said closing his eyes and reaching around Ginger's
neck to pull her head next to his. He held her as she worked the oil
languidly around the stiff phallus closely between them.
Leaning back and adding still more oil her pumping
motions now made a sloppy noise. With her left hand she massaged the
man's testicles and pumped again as she resumed her description of
her day. "Anyway they took me to their lounge
and Rowdy made me suck him and then they fucked me. I'm glad Mr.
Timond and Bucky had already done me cause Form 4 boys don't even
get you juicy or use lube or nothing. I was hoping they would get
caught with their dicks in me cause they were supposed to be in
their classroom but they didn't. They're really fast you know. Three
boys take like, three minutes. Then when they let me go I went quick
down to Form 3's lounge with the stairs, I mean after I cleaned up.
Form 3's a lot easier to service. All the girls say that. Partly
cause you don't have to deal with all that cum."
Ginger scooted down and sucked the cock into her
mouth and let it pop out loudly. "There's two boys in Form 3 in
our section who can fuck you but today only one did. Most of them
just like blowjobs and pretend blowjobs and telling a bitch what to
do. It makes them feel important, you know. They get rewarded for
good schoolwork and test scores and I'm their reward. And I have to
sit at the feet of one the class leaders sometimes, like today, and
listen to talks while they get their lessons. When the boys are
doing work sometimes their instructor will call me up and I get to
suck real cock. Today was Brother Simmly. He has a fat one.
"But I just got started and he let Mr. Carson
take me to the Form 3 lounge. He was really nice to me today and
gave me some candy. He's a sweet kid really. I wish I could do
something nice back for him cause he's always being nice to me and
the other girls... usually."
Chris got some oil from his dick and was playing
with Ginger's tit buds. "How does that feel?"
"It kind of makes my tummy tickle," she
put the fingers of one hand above her vulva and pressed into her
lower abdomen, "Right here."
"Do you like it?" Chris leaned lower and
kissed one of her titties, then the other.
"Sometimes. Yeah, I like it when you do it,
Mr. Chris," she held his sac, but stopped pumping for a second.
"Mr. Chris, right?"
"You can just call me Chris." He moved
his hands all over her chest like it was a playground.
"Uh... I don't think so. I like not getting
into trouble, Mr. Chris." She started to pump again.
"Can't you just give him blow jobs and fuck
him?" Chris asked moving his fingers to her crotch.
"Carson? Form 3? I don't think so. He's like
about 9 or something. They can get hard but he doesn't cum yet. Or
I've never seen him anyway. I don't even know if Carson can dry cum.
Form 3 boys mostly do sex stuff for show off. I don't think they
even really like it all that much. Not the way us older people do."
"Like today before lunch they went on break
and Mani came down from Form 4 to their lounge and him and three of
the Form 3 boys took me up to the big Lounge,
this one I mean, not the Form 4 lounge. Mani fucked me down there,"
she pointed to the pit of concentric benches called the Cove
4 pit. "I don't think he really came though. That's what I
mean by showing off. Then the boys had me give them rides. I mean
not fucking rides. I mean like rides on my back, like a race horse,
you know what I mean?"
"I guess. They rode on your back like you're a
horse, you mean."
"Yeah, they brought Sabrina up, that's Mr.
Kulki's girl, the one I told you about, she's in my Form and our
section, and they raced us. It's tiresome and they hit you and
pretend they're jockeys. It's fun for about one minute, then it
sucks."
"You should tell them you're a bitch not a
filly." Chris was trying to make a joke but Ginger made a
different connection.