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 {ASS} Little Girls School Counselling {KatieKittyKat} (MFf spank exhib mast
cruel nc inc)
Author: KatieKittyKat
Title: Little Girls School Counselling
Summary: Little girl sluts are being brought up completely wrong by
their Mommies, as if they were
going to live in Disney land all their lives.  What this cutesie little

princess needs is reality counselling as soon as she goes to junior high
school, when the girl is 9 years old, and she is away from her Mommy's bad
influence.  Keywords: MFf, spank, exhib, mast, cruel, nc, inc

   Wednesday 5 January 2011

   Credits: This story was written by Katie, and based on ideas from her
friend Sophie.

   LGS1 Little Girls School Counselling

   Due to subtle changes in recruiting policy, Townsville Education
Committee is staffed by people who are very interested in changing the
school curriculum so that the girls in particular are brought up to
appreciate their proper place in society.  For the men and women on the
committee this means the little girls will become dirty little sluts and
learn that their tender, developing cunnies were only put there for the
pleasure of others.  Gradually the teaching staff in the junior high school
was changed to employ those who supported the committee's views, and they
would actually make it compulsory for every girl to take a turn as school
slut pet on a regular basis, not just the naughty ones.  They would soon
arrange for all those nerdy, goody-goody girls who never said a bad word,
to have their little adolescent winkies exposed for all the boys to see,
and to hurt badly.  It added greatly to the teacher's excitement to think
of their feeling of injustice at being tortured even when they had done
nothing wrong!  The tears streaming down their little innocent faces as
their poor little cunts and clits were brutally mangled.  Of course, the
teachers would soon come over and whisper in their ear that the reason they
were being abused so badly was not because they had been bad, but because
they were girls, and had disgusting, moist, fishy genitals...

   It's so nice that the teachers fully support their students, and are
always willing to set them straight about how the world works, preparing
them to cope with the trials of life they must all face, inside the school,
as well as in their everyday lives, especially when they have graduated. 
Many innocent young girls think they are wonderful little creatures because
their Moms tell them so all the time.  Considerate teachers, however, will
let them know that all little girls have horrible, smelly winkies, that
constantly drip foul girl juice into their pretty panties, so they deserve
to be seriously abused for being so offensive.  These teachers have the
measure of these dirty little girls.  They prance around with their golden
locks and cutesie "mummy's little princess" t-shirts, but they need to be
told that they are just dirty little sluts and that their tender,
developing cunnies were only put there for the pleasure of others.  They
must be taught that they are objects, little more than farm animals with no
rights over their secret private winkies.  They should have them thrashed
regularly too, until their little, pink winkies are slashed, bleeding and
inflamed.

   These little sluts are being brought up completely wrong by their
Mommies, as if they were going to live in Disney land all their lives, and
get everything they want handed to them on a silver plate.  They are going
to be so shocked, and disappointed, when they get a job, and have to live
in the real world.  But of course, there's no way you could convince their
Mommy that cute little Barbie deserves anything but sugar and spice.  What
this cutesie little princess needs is reality counselling as soon as she
goes to nursery school, and she is away from her Mommy's bad influence, but
it was decided that it might be better when the girls were 9 years old.  At
this age they are having a lot of changes in their life anyway, their body
is just starting to blossom, they start to become sexually aware, and they
are moving up from little kindergarten to junior high school.  Here she is
the youngest, with lots of other older children to cope with, she'll be
inexperienced, and desperate to fit in with everyone else.  The counsellor
will take her into a private office for the first session, and question her
to find out the level of self esteem that Mommy has already instilled in
her little darling.  This interview is now quickly turned round so she has
to admit what her pet names are for her private parts, and how often she
touches them, other than washing, how often to she gets naked, on her own,
and also in front of other people.  She will have to write a list of people
that have touched her tittie bumps, her winky, and her bottom, which will
usually be no-one since they are so beautifully innocent.  But of course,
the counsellor will have to correct it, reminding her about the doctor,
nurses, her Mommy and her Daddy when they changed her diaper, and probably
her friends when they played together inside the woodshed.  Any denials
will have her subjected to even more intensely detailed questioning, and an
explanation that she is severely lacking in her responsibilities.  While in
her new school she will no longer be treated as a baby, but as the filthy
little slut that she is, and she will have to take down her panties so the
counsellor can take the juice from her tight pussy with his finger, and
show her just how dirty and smelly she really is.  To reinforce this, the
little girl will have to lick the finger clean.  The unfortunate slut
princess is now stripped completely, and her dress sense ridiculed, even if
she is wearing the school uniform it will be too cheap and shabby, and
without the proper adjustments, such as the skirt shortened, and the upper
blouse buttons removed.  She is told this will be one of her projects in
the Craft and Design class, where she will remove all her normal,
fashionable clothes to remodel them into suitable slut outfits during each
lesson.  The teacher will order her to stand naked, hands on her head, for
the school inspection, while he walks round her, insulting her immature
figure, pinching her tiny breast buds, slapping her bottom, and squeezing
her prominent cunny mound hard, then lifting her till she stands on
tiptoes. She will be told she's a useless, dirty little slut, no good to
anyone, and the only thing she can do is work hard to properly develop her
cunny so that it can give some pleasure to her teachers, and her school
mates.  From now on her private parts are completely public, freely
available to anyone that wants to see them, use them, or punish them, and
that includes her tight winky, her little titties, and her bottom.  She
will learn to become a school pet, owned by everyone here like the bitch
that she is, and treated like an animal, with no care for her feelings. 
Taking a marker pen, the teacher kneels, and writes "Slut" on her fat
mound, telling her it's a sign that she's in training, then picks up a
fibre glass switch, and puts three red stripes across the freshly marked
cunny flesh.  She has to stand with her legs apart while he whips the thin
rod upward, right into her soft girlcleft, explaining that she will report
every morning before lessons to be inspected, suitably labelled, then
whipped on her bottom, and her little winky, to warm her up for the day. 
During the breaks between lessons she will ask her teacher to use a
spreader that will open up her winky so that it can be properly used as
soon as possible, and she will have to keep the device up inside her all
through the next lesson.  She will be issued a locker to keep her books and
personal belongings in, and the key will be carried by attaching it to her
nipple with a safety pin, but when she removes it to open her locker, she
is not allowed to fit it back in the same place.  She must make a fresh
hole in her titties every time, and if both nipples become too damaged, she
can ask the school receptionist for permission to fasten the key pin to the
lips of her winky, but she will also have to attach a 100 gram key tag to
her key.  There will be sharp spikes sticking out of the tag, which scratch
the delicate skin between her thighs as she walks, and when she sits down
the spikes will press into her poor little girl's cunny.  Katie found all
of this a terrible shock to her belief system, something she'd never
expected would happen to such a sweet little girl like herself.  Of course,
the poor little slut can't tell her Mommy about her special lessons,
because Mommy would be very upset with her, in case she steals Daddy away
from her, that's what the teacher tells all the sluts, so she will keep it
secret.  Mommy will only find out on Graduation Day, at a special
presentation ceremony.  Daddy, however, will be informed about his little
girl's lessons, and asked to pay a visit to the school to see his little
precious being disciplined, though he won't be given details at this point.
More often than not, daddy's initial sense of outrage at the abuse being
visited on his daughter is swiftly overcome by lust and he soon asks
permission to masturbate as he watches her (and her little schoolfriends)
have their delicate titty and winky meat cruelly poked, clamped, cut,
pierced, scratched, electrocuted and burned.  It is a very arousing sight
for him indeed, and he will soon ejaculate in the privacy of the
headteacher's office.  Mommy, on the other hand, shouldn't find out how her
darling cutie pie is treated at school, other than a little friendly
bullying, and being so accident prone that she often falls down and bruises
her soft delicate flesh.  Daddy, however, would be responsible for
reinforcing school policy in the home environment, encouraging his sweet
princess to listen to the teacher, and learn her lessons well.  That way
she will get good grades, or he will have to spank her hard, like he did in
Kindergarten, not that Mommy agreed with him being so strict, but she
doesn't complain, or she would also be in trouble.  After the first week of
school Daddy receives a phone call inviting him to a parent teacher meeting
a few days later, so they can discuss his daughter's potential, and what
the school's plans are to help her progress into a suitable career when she
gets older.  They inform him that he will be expected to support the school
staff in whatever they do with his little sweetie, and also help with her
homework assignments.  He's looking forward to the meeting, and would be
happy to help his princess become a doctor, or a lawyer, even though his
most secret desire is to have the lovely little child perched on the end of
his erect cock, screaming for more.

   The teaching staff are keen for this to be an excellent educational
establishment, where every young girl ought to be delighted they attend
such a forward thinking, considerate institution, even though some people
at least, will be bigoted, and resist their proper position in life.  If
the circumstances are favourable, the school, however, will continue to
train even the most rebellious little sluts, either in secret, or by subtle
persuasion of their Daddy, or by outright blackmail if necessary.  After
the first week, the new girls have been sorted into their nurture groups,
which are based on their individual needs, and what is the best way to
manipulate their special education.  Katie has been put into the group with
girls who have no sexual experience at all, mostly virgins, having led a
very sheltered, cosy life at home, mainly brought up by their Moms.  There
are twelve in her group, and every day their homeroom teacher has them
strip completely, then stand in line to be called forward for their school
inspection.  The homeroom teacher alternates between a man and a woman, but
the girls are always thoroughly examined, Katie has her titties squeezed
and twisted very hard, her little bottom spread while a finger is inserted
deep inside, then she has her hot winky pulled open by the fleshy petals,
stretching them out till she squeals.  Having passed inspection, the
teacher writes "Slut" on her prominent pubic mound, so she knows exactly
what she is.  This is done every day, but usually washes off when she
bathes, leaving only a faint shadow, which her Mommy would never notice,
since she'd never dream of going near her munchkin's naughty places now
they are growing bigger.  What she may notice though, are the slight
bruises left as Katie bends over with both her feet wide apart, so her
teacher can spank her naked bottom from both sides, and upwards, right
between her thighs, along the full length of her dirty little winky.  It
depends what instrument the teacher chooses, but today Katie is going to be
thrashed, that's what Mrs Wickens called it, with a riding crop, because
she didn't shave her winky properly, right where the smelly, wet slit
starts.  She's not even going to use the normal riding crop, with the
leather flap, but the shorter one that's just pointed on the end, and bites
right into your winky meat.  Katie's friend Sophie got whipped on her cunny
with that crop three days ago, and you can still see the bruises down the
sides of her poor winky.  Mr James did that to her, while he had her doing
a handstand, with her legs wide apart, and when he whipped right down the
centre of her slit, the end of the crop bit hard into her erect button,
making her scream.  She was really brave though, and stayed in position,
just like the girls had been told a good slut should do when she's being
punished.  Mr James said he was going to give her one of his special gold
stars, and pin it through her clit hood, but then she lost control and peed
herself, spraying it straight up like a fountain, and everyone laughed at
her.  Mr James was very cross with Sophie, and even though she'd had the
usual five strokes, he kept whipping her winky with the crop all the time
she was peeing, and he criss crossed the cuts as well, which really stings.
When she had finished, Mr James made two of the other girls pull her pussy
lips open, but they kept slipping out because they were wet, so he gave the
girls some pliers, and told them to squeeze them really tight, or if they
let her petals go, then they'd take her place.  Sophie was crying when they
crushed her fat lips nearly flat, and pulled so hard you could see every
little fold inside her winky.  Mr James gave another cut right down the
centre of her slit, hitting her in exactly the same spot, on the end of her
swollen clitoris, making her scream again.  He's very good with the riding
crop, and when he gave Sophie the next cut, the pointed end of the crop hit
her little pee hole, the next slashed into the tiny love mouth, and the
last one caught her little pink rosebud.  Before he let her stand up, he
told her that because she was a dirty little slut for peeing herself,
instead of a gold star, he'd decided to give her a tinkerbell, which is
five silver bells fastened together, and it's very heavy.  It makes a lot
of noise when you walk about, even with your clothes on, and everyone in
school can hear you coming down the corridor.  He stretched her clit hood
out, and pushed the sharp retaining pin right through the flap of skin, but
Sophie was very brave and never cried when she was pierced.  To stop it
falling out, Mr James fastened a locking stud to the sharp end of the pin,
where it was sticking out of her hood, but instead of the jewelled one
usually fitted, this was another bell, that had six sharp points sticking
out of the back of it.  When Sophie stood up, the heavy tinkerbell dragged
on her clit hood till it was nearly an inch long, completely hiding her
button, and pulling the pin through the skin so the spikes on the top stud
dug really deep into her stretched hood.  Katie was now going to be given a
similar thrashing by Mrs Wickens, but she was ordered to take up a ballet
position, the arabesque, with one leg lifted right up into the air,
spreading her legs open vertically, as if she were doing the splits.  Katie
held her position till the third stroke, which was along the middle of her
fleshy petal, but when she flinched, she lost her balance.  Mrs Wickens
made her get in position again, then gave her five additional cuts to the
inside of her raised leg, each one spaced exactly one inch apart.  Katie
took the stroke to her other petal ok, but the fifth one, along the centre
of her widely spread, smelly slit, made her drop to the floor, with her
hands between her legs, when the end of the crop smacked into the very tip
of her delicate little clit bud.  She was in trouble now, and had to take
up the arabesque again, for five more cuts to the tender part of her thigh
at the top of her supporting leg this time.  At least she hadn't peed like
Sophie, but the teacher announced that she would have to wear a cat's tail
for the rest of the day, since she couldn't make her pussy take a little
thrashing like that.  Katie had seen other girls wearing tails, and thought
they were cute, especially for a Katie Kitty Kat, but she'd no idea how
they fitted, probably sewn onto her panties, or maybe fastened to a belt.
Mrs Wickens fetched a cat's tail from the store cupboard, and showed it to
all the girls, since this was the first time one of their group had been
made to wear one.  The tail was really soft black fur, about 2 feet long,
with a bend at the top just like a real cat, and all the girls stroked it,
saying how lovely it was.  The teacher then turned it round to show the
opposite end, and everyone gasped to see a pink rubber pear, about 4 inches
long and 2 inches wide, covered with lots of bumps, and a flared disc on
the end that the tail itself was fastened onto.  Katie had to bend over,
pulling her bottom apart, then Mrs Wickens greased the plug, and pressed it
hard into her little pink rosebud, forcing it deeper and deeper.  Katie was
wriggling about, and squealing, as the cruel pear stretched her anal ring
viciously wide, but the teacher held her firmly in place while she screwed
and twisted the tail anchor into position.  Finally the widest part was
forced through her muscle ring, letting the taper pull it through the rest
of the way so it was solidly wedged inside Katie's bottom.  Mrs Wickens
ordered her to walk round the classroom, and every step set her tail
swaying, which made the plug twist and bounce against her sensitive
insides, and she also found that the section of tail that was between her
bottom cheeks wasn't soft fur like the rest.  The first part of the tail
was all bristly, like a stiff bottle brush, so it rubbed and scratched her
soft skin, but when she sat down on her chair the tail was pressed hard
against her back, really painfully.  Not only that, but the plug was stuck
out so far that her bottom didn't actually touch the seat, leaving all of
her weight pressed onto her little rosebud.  The final piece of her outfit
was a hairband with cute little ears on, so she looked just like a cat,
then Mrs Wickens used the marker pen to write "Pussy" on her hairless mons,
so now it read "Pussy Slut".  All the girls in Katie's nurture group are
told that they will have a special exam the next day, which will test how
well they have learned their lessons, and give them the opportunity to try
something new and painful with their winky.  All their Daddy's have been
invited to the school to review their daughter's progress with the
teachers, and they might also be allowed to watch the test.  This will let
Daddy see for himself how his sweet little poppet is turning into a filthy,
disgusting slut, which is what all good Daddies want their lovely girls to
become.  When Katie's Daddy brought her to school, she gave him a kiss, and
went to her home room, while Daddy went to see her teacher, Mrs Wickens. 
She explained that most girls in the school were on a special training
program to turn them into useful little girls, and later on, into wonderful
ladies, but their Mommies didn't always prepare them properly.  She asked
if he thought Katie's Mommy had perhaps brought her up to be too prim and
cutesie, when that's not what most sensible men require girls to be like.
Cautiously he agreed, saying that it does get a bit tiresome, and it would
be nicer if his daughter were a little more fun loving, though he didn't
elaborate on the picture in his mind that had his little princess in a most
outrageous situation.  Mrs Wickens didn't need to be told though, as she
could clearly see a lump growing in his trousers, so she asked for his
comments on some of the lessons Katie had undergone in her first week.  She
clicked a picture of Katie on her computer, one of about a dozen cute
looking schoolgirls, and a video displayed on the large monitor on her
desk. First a large caption displayed, saying "Correct names for the body",
and the narrator explained that body parts need to be identified correctly
for different situations, such as at work, while in church, or talking with
police officers.  The scene faded in to Katie standing at the front of a
classroom, with all her school friends watching, and a male teacher off to
one side, making notes.  Katie was dressed in a jacket and skirt, and she
started by curtsying to the teacher, then explained about different body
names being appropriate to make a good impression.  She then removed her
jacket completely, stood upright with her bare chest thrust forward, and
said her breasts, bosom, or boobs, would be alright in a formal setting,
but for a dirty little slut, they were tits, or titties.  She cupped them
in her hands, lifting and offering them to the camera, which zoomed in so
every wrinkle on her nipples could be clearly seen.  When the camera zoomed
back to a full shot, Katie unclipped her skirt and pulled it off in one
easy move, letting her Daddy see her completely naked, even turning round
so everything at the back was presented to his avid gaze.  Katie continued
to explain the names for her cunt and ass, about fifteen of them
altogether, then the camera zoomed in again as she parted her knees, the
tight slit down the middle closed up.  Katie's fingers came into view,
gripping her sex lips very tightly as she admitted that this was her dirty,
wet, pink winky, at which point she pulled her hot groove wide open so she
was showing every inch of glistening pink flesh.  Katie's voice came on
again, "My hot dripping winky has been very naughty, and deserves to be so
painfully stretched, because I'm just a disgusting, filthy slut girl. 
Please Sir, will you punish my button as well?" The shot faded out, then
back to a caption, "Reward and Responsibility", the narrator explained that
it was important for little girls to understand that good behaviour would
bring rewards, whereas bad performance placed on them the responsibility to
accept severe punishment.  The scene now showed a smooth hairless pussy,
obviously his daughter Katie's, then a hand came in from the side, and used
a black marker to write "Slut" across her bare mound.  While her slim hips
turned from side to side, giving a full view of how she'd been labelled,
Katie said her nice teachers marked her up every day so that she would
always know what she was, a filthy little slut.  Then she added that it
needed to be underlined, whereat a cane suddenly slashed across her cunny,
leaving a red line under the words, and as Katie could be heard moaning in
the background, another cut of the cane struck above the slut label,
emphasising what she was.  Katie's Daddy felt his prick jump as he watched
his naked daughter get her cute little cunny beaten by her teacher, then
disappointment as the screen faded back to the original twelve lovely
pictures, marking the end of Katie's video display.  Mrs Wickens said she
was sure he would agree that their methods were effective, and very
necessary, to turn his pathetic cutesie daughter, into the disgusting
little slut that she truly deserved to be.  With lust racing through his
body, he readily approved of any method the school sees fit to employ in
training Katie for her proper place in life, signing the papers that were
put in front of him.  Another set of documents are signed, giving
permission for recordings of all her lessons to be made fully available to
him, for performance review, through access via free subscription to an
internet website.  This agreement also conferred on him, royalties of 1% of
all the fees collected from any paid subscriptions that the school
governors may offer for general sale.  After putting the papers in the
safe, Mrs Wickens said it was now time for him to watch Katie's first
progress exam, and as her Daddy, he could choose one of the tests.  It was
explained that his lovely daughter was in a group who were all virgins, and
this first exam was intended to deflower them so their training could
proceed according to plan, which meant he got to select which tool was used
to destroy her hymen.  The teacher did point out though, that Katie was a
bit of a problem because she had a very tough cherry.  Lots of fathers
liked to take their daughters personally, some preferred the medical
setting where a speculum is carefully inserted, then opened up to stretch
the girl wider till she rips apart.  For those with no sense of theatrics,
simply watching the youngster lower herself on to a dildo, large or small,
is sufficient to satisfy their needs.  Katie might need some more extreme
measures though, and the teacher asked him to pick out one of their
advanced dildoes to be used in his daughter's upcoming test.  The computer
now ran through a display of several, quite monstrous, stainless steel
shafts, and after running through a few times, Katie's Daddy stopped on a
ten inch by two inch shiny steel prick, complete with glans, and veins. 
Mrs Wickens had kindly pointed out the advantages and drawbacks of each
instrument, but what Daddy liked about this one, were the sharp blades
running down the length.  They were embedded in ridges so as not to cause
damage on first insertion, but if Katie could force the shaft right up to
her cervix, it would depress the glans to allow the razor sharp cutting
edges to deploy sideways.  Mrs Wickens now turns on a large flat screen TV,
and a picture of the school auditorium comes on as all the children file in
to take their seats, and Katie's Daddy is sure that some of the seats
looked like they had rubber pricks fastened to them, and a couple of the
girls seemed to wriggle as they sat.  The teaching staff is already on the
stage, and Katie's class walk onto the stage next, heading for tall seats,
off to one side, and a picture in picture shows a close up of those seats
covered in short nails.  The twelve girls lower their bottoms gently, but
you can see from their faces that it's very painful to sit on, and they're
likely to be there for some time, which will make it even worse.  The first
girl is called forward, introduced as Jenny, then asked why she is here
today, to which she answers that she is a dirty slut, and wants to show
everyone that she knows her place.  The teacher slaps her face, asking her
why she assumes a slut should be clothed, and Jenny says she's sorry for
being a naughty slut who forgot to strip so that her disgusting body was
available for the torture and abuse she deserves.  She removes her blouse
and skirt, leaving her in a small cotton training bra with tight matching
panties, decorated with teddies, then she asks the teacher to expose her
breast buds, apologising for them being so ridiculously small.  Taking a
modelling knife, the teacher carefully runs the sharp blade down the top of
her right bra cup, from the lace edging to the end of her pointy nipple,
Jenny's gasp, and a small red stain appearing through the material,
indicating that he had actually cut her teat.  The knife was now run
clockwise round the edge of her bra cup, against the pretty lace, then
anticlockwise, iliciting a few more gasps as he nicked her delicate skin in
several more places, before he was able to lower the cup and display her
little pointy tittie.  The whole event was being recorded, as well as
displayed on any TV throughout the school, and a big screen on the side of
the stage, so that none of the detail would be missed, including a smaller
inset picture with a superb close up of Jenny's exposed right tit, complete
with small drops of blood from her scratches.  The left bra cup was
similarly destroyed, after which the teacher gripped between the cups,
yanked hard, and ripped the bra completely off her young body.  Jenny said
"Thank You", then asked for her cutey panties to be cut off as well, so
that her smelly whore cunt could be seen properly by all these nice people
who had come to watch.  She obligingly parted her legs, and the close up
shot showed how the material clung tightly to her small mound, and narrow
lips, as they bulged out between her firm thighs.  The knife was placed at
the bottom of her lips, slightly off centre, so that it would travel along
the length of her pussy lip, then it followed the line of her pubis where
it widened out, right up to the lacy waistband.  The next cut was a mirror
image of the first, which also left a trail of red dots to mark the tears
in her panties, and a third cut was made across the top of her mound as
well.  The teacher turned to his audience, and said he needed another cut
as well, in the centre, placing the sharp blade in the indent at the bottom
of her camel toe, easily slicing through the tight, thin cotton.  When the
camera zoomed in, Katie's Daddy clearly saw the modelling knife sink in,
right up to the handle, leaving about half an inch of thin steel blade
embedded at the bottom of Jenny's tiny slit.  Katie's Daddy asked Mrs
Wickens if this was really going to happen, and when she assured that it
most definitely would, he asked her for permission to masturbate, as he
didn't want to soil the front of his suit trousers.  When she granted his
request, he unzipped, and pulled out his solid erection, stroking it
slowly, then Mrs Wickens placed a box of tissues on the table between them,
and pulled up her skirt, slipping a finger into the top of her slit. 
Katie's Daddy was surprised to see her smooth shaven mound, with the school
name tattooed across it, and two large padlocks secured through her fleshy
pussy lips.  Noticing his look, Mrs Wickens explained that she was also a
slut, just like all the other females in the school, and she'd once been a
pupil here herself, when she was younger.  After waiting for a moment,
Jenny was asked to explain what would happen next, and her voice quavered
slightly as she looked directly at the camera, and said "The knife will be
pulled up the middle of my winky, right up to my tummy." "But won't that
hurt you, Jenny." asked the teacher.  "Yes Sir, but I'm a filthy little
slut with a smelly winky," she replied, "so it doesn't matter." Jenny
squealed as the sharp blade was pulled upwards through her groove,
following a wavy line, instead of straight, so that it sliced the edges of
both lips where they closed her slit together, even slicing Jenny's inner
lips a bit, where the knife went really deep.  When he neared the top edge
of her groove, the teacher stopped pulling the knife, saying, "Oh dear, I
seem to be stuck on something solid." Sniffing slightly, Jenny explained,
"That's my love button Sir, my clitoris, or my pleasure centre, but I've
learned that it's a disgusting little object, and I rub it much too often,
so it deserves to be horribly abused.  If it makes you happy to split it
open with your knife, then please go ahead Sir." The teacher leaned
forward, and kissed Jenny's forehead, saying, "Well done!  Now this will
hurt you terribly as it slices through your sensitive little button, and
you must keep your hands out of the way, or you'll get your fingers cut. 
Take hold of your laughably small tits, and squeeze them really hard as
your clit gets destroyed, you can even twist them right off, because
they're no use to anyone unless they get pumped up." Slowly, the modelling
knife was pulled through the little schoolgirl's erect clit, painfully
slicing into just the hypersensitive end section, then splitting her
clitoral hood, finally cutting a shallow incision up her mound, from the
top of her pussy slit.  Jenny screamed and pleaded for him to stop, as the
teacher mutilated her immature sex spot, but she bravely kept hold of her
breast buds, digging her fingers deep into the hard flesh.  Anything to
take her mind off the cruel agony as her hideous winky was destroyed,
shifting the throbbing into her sweet little titties as she almost screwed
them off her childish chest.  When the knife was put aside, Jenny's
shredded panties were ripped off, and the teacher peeled her winky wide
open with his thumbs, clearly showing her mutilated flesh to the camera. 
Despite being extensively damaged, there was hardly any blood, other than a
few droplets that had stained her panties, a testament to the marvels of
modern medicine.  Every girl in the school was administered specially
developed coagulant drugs, that minimised bleeding when they were abused in
this way, after all, there's no point letting these lovely sluts die from
blood loss, not when you want to torture them for the rest of their school
life.  Although Jenny's wounds would heal in a few days, and maybe a week
would be needed for her split clitoris, the next part of little Jenny's
test was to have them all cauterised with a medical soldering iron.  For
this she was fastened into a Gyno chair, and a female teacher carefully
worked the hot metal tip over the poor girl's tiny wounded sex petals,
agonisingly sealing the damaged flesh.  The device was kept on a low
setting, although it was designed to work at a much higher temperature, and
heal the skin very quickly, because they wanted the youngster's pain to
last long enough to provide a good spectacle.  At one point, when the
teacher was burning her inner lips, where they'd been cut through, Jenny
lost control, and peed herself, producing a puff of steam as the soldering
iron got wet.  The woman slapped her bare mound, telling her she would now
have to be sealed up till they'd finished treating her, and she inserted
the cooling instrument into her pee hole, while she retrieved a urethral
plug from her work table.  Now that the young girl had stopped peeing, the
soldering iron started to heat up again, burning the delicate tissue lining
her urethra.  As Jenny wriggled about at the increasing pain, her movements
caused the soldering iron to slip deeper inside her, pressed by the weight
of the handle, each insertion burning another length of her tender tubes.
Everyone watched as the cruel instrument forced it's extensive length
inside the child's struggling body, then the teacher withdrew it, and
replaced it with a plastic rod, about four inches long, and covered in wide
bumps.  Jenny's final test was to destroy her own virginity, so she was
bound and slung from a hoist, with ropes tied round her thighs, then round
the base of her little breast buds with a slip knot, finally up to the hook
above her.  This method of rigging meant that all her weight was actually
taken entirely on her childish titties, and with an additional strap round
her back preventing the rope sliding off her pointy tits, the slip knots
gripped tighter and tighter.  With only the slack taken out of her bonds,
Jenny's breast buds were still viciously strangled at the base, but she
hardly noticed the pain, as the headmaster announced that Jenny's Daddy had
graciously elected to take her virginity himself.  Thrilled, and enormously
shamed, that her abused body was now going to be seen by the man she loved
most in the whole world, the little girl cried at the realisation that the
man who had always cared for her, was now going to torture her winky with
his own cock.  There could be absolutely no doubt now that she really was a
dirty worthless slut, who deserved to be extensively abused by her very own
Daddy.  Walking onto the stage, her Daddy unzipped his suit trousers, and
turned to the camera, then the audience, to show them what a massive
erection his slut daughter had given him.  Coming over to her, his prick
sticking out menacingly, her Daddy leaned over to give her a kiss, on the
lips this time, with his tongue slipping into her mouth as if she were the
slut she had become, and he began to lean on her shoulders, pulling down on
her tied breast buds.  Quickly, her Daddy laid underneath her naked, bound
figure, positioning his solid shaft directly beneath her sore cunny, then
she was lifted with the hoist, and handed a control switch.  With her full
weight on her bound breast buds, the ropes had really tightened, and her
little mounds were now swelling painfully, and turning purple, the usually
soft nipples being forced straight out by the pressure of her own body. 
Slowly the hoist lowered her as she pressed the down button, till she felt
Daddy's cock pressing against her sore winky, then it forced her pink flesh
painfully further open as it entered her virgin channel.  Pressing against
her hymen, the hard prick caused agonising flashes in her little pussy, but
when she pressed the up button to ease off for a moment, the hoist jerked
her upward only a short distance, dragging on her bound titties, then
lowered her down again, even though she still had the up button pressed. 
Too late Jenny realised that there was no backing out, so she just lowered
herself further and further, increasing the pressure on her hymen, and the
pain in her tummy.  Suddenly her cherry ripped apart under the onslaught of
her Daddy's solid cock as it drove into her soft winky, spreading the walls
apart till Jenny thought she would split open.  Slowly, she slid further
down till Daddy was pressed against her cervix, but he still wasn't all the
way inside her, so as she lowered even more, her womb was painfully pressed
up into her tummy, stretching her winky lengthways.  When at last she could
feel Daddy's pubic hair pressed against her soft skin, she tightened her
inner muscles, just as she'd been taught in class, squeezing down on him,
again and again.  Her Daddy was also thrusting his hips upward, stabbing
painfully into her cervix, taking the edge off the warm pleasure she was
beginning to feel between her thighs, but she knew it made him more
excited. After a few minutes, Jenny's hoist began to work on automatic,
jerking her upwards till Daddy's prick nearly came out of her, then
dropping her back down to slam the shaft hard into her winky, each rise and
fall tugging on her tightly bound breast buds, which were now turning
purple.  Jenny squealed every time her poor titties were yanked by the
tight rope, and Daddy's hard prick rammed against the end of her suffering
winky, but her cries only spurred her Daddy on, till he squirted his thick
spunk inside his lovely slut daughter.  When Jenny was released from her
cruel bondage, pain racing through her purple breast buds, as the blood
rushed back into her strangled flesh, Daddy came and gave her a big hug,
then kissed her as he kneaded her throbbing titties with his big hands. 
Katie was the next girl to come forward, and she removed all her clothes
before she moved to the centre of the stage, standing with both her hands
behind her back, legs apart, and her crotch thrust forward, exposing her
smooth pussy to the rest of the school.  Mrs Wickens now excused herself to
Katie's Daddy, telling him to enjoy the show, because his daughter was a
real credit to him, perhaps the most compliant student they'd had for quite
a few years.  A few moments later Mrs Wickens had joined her colleagues on
the stage, and was stood behind Katie, fondling her small tits, and
twisting her nipples.  Taking some long needles from the work table, the
teacher said that Katie's first test was for the firmness of her cute
little budding breasts, so, placing one of the needles just behind her
nipple, she pushed slowly.  The small pointy tit hardly moved at all, but
the needle slipped through her firm flesh, appearing at the other side as
she was pierced horizontally.  Another was then pushed through her other
teat, hardly causing that one to move either, then two more were pushed
from the top downwards.  Katie was in agony as her sensitive little breast
buds were pierced four times, with Mrs Wickens taking as long as possible
to push the needle through her delicate flesh, but what made it worse was
that Katie hated needles.  Inside her mind it took hours for each steel
needle to tear its way through her inner flesh, ripping apart individual
cells, the sharp tapered point severing separate nerves in slow motion,
sending a thousand waves of pain to her young, impressionable brain. 
Amazingly, while time almost stood still for her to savor every detail of
this abuse, another section of her fertile mind ran ahead at breakneck
speed, seeing twelve more needles pierce both nipples to the very end of
her teat.  Special slut lessons that every girl attended had assignments
where all their innermost fears, and sexual fantasies, were revealed to the
whole class, and the teaching staff would incorporate these into each
girl's training plan, and punishment schedule.  Mrs Wickens had chosen this
particular test for Katie because she knew exactly what impact it would
have on her, she knew that Katie would now have imagined her tiny childish
titties to be filled with hundreds of long sharp needles, and each
agonising insertion would have been fully experienced.  The audience could
sense the child's rising passion, see her thighs tremble as she climaxed,
then watch her girl juice drip from her disgusting winky onto the school
stage.  A wooden frame was placed behind Katie, and her thighs tied to the
upper supports, ensuring that she remained spread open, then Mrs Wickens
stretched one of her sex lips to the side, and stapled it to her leg with a
large office staple gun.  Three staples held it in position, then her other
fleshy petal was stretched and stapled as well, leaving her smelly winky
opened up for everyone to see the thick girl juice bubbling inside it.  The
teacher picked up a steel bladder plug from the instrument table, showed it
to her pupil, then explained to the audience that it was twice the size of
anything Katie had so far taken up her pee hole, but today she would have
the whole 6 inch length, and all of these wide, irregularly shaped
projections forced deep inside her.  The tapered end was fairly small,
easily going through the entrance when it was wiggled a bit, and
beautifully displayed on the big screen in the school hall, and the TV that
Katie's Daddy watched as he masturbated in the teacher's office.  Each
projection stretched her pee hole painfully wide as it was forced into her
tummy, widening her delicate tube as it passed deeper inside, and the
various shapes scratched and tore her velvety lining.  Round shapes with
nodules, a square one with sharp corners, a long oval lined with short
spikes, all designed to inflict the maximum pain to a little girl's peepee,
with only a limited amount of damage.  Not only did the cruel teacher push
them inside Katie's filthy winky, where her smelly wee leaked out, but she
twisted the shaft round, pulled it out, then forced it right back inside
again, along with another vicious protrusion.  Soon there was blood showing
each time the solid plug was withdrawn, which demonstrated that her urethra
was sufficiently damaged, rather than just sore.  Mrs Wickens now fastened
a small suction tube to the end of Katie's hard clit, pulling it out from
where it nestled under it's protective hood, and along the top of the
bladder plug.  Taking a small split metal collar, she fitted it over the
stretched love button, about halfway down, clipped on the other half so
that it was wrapped around the plug, then anchored the clamp with a needle
pushed right through her clit.  There was no way the plug could fall out,
or be removed, without ripping Katie's pleasure centre to shreds, yet the
shaft could still be pushed a little further in, crushing the love button
against her hard pubic bone, or pulled out till it stretched her poor
little clit painfully as it dragged on her piercing.  Mrs Wickens
demonstrated the extent of movement available, by fucking Katie's pee hole
with the brutal shaft for several minutes, even twisting it to screw her
clit from side to side.  Wires were now attached to the end of the shaft,
the needle through Katie's clit, and the four needles that pierced her
sweet little nipples.  After securing them to a large transformer, the
teacher asked the Prefects in the audience if they would like to begin, and
each of the senior girls, and boys, took a remote from their jacket pocket,
depressing one of the buttons.  Katie arched her back as the Prefects
electrocuted her tits and cunny randomly, passing surges of electricity
down the needles in her nipples, or the one that went through her clit, or
the cruel steel shaft rammed up her pee tube, which made the power explode
deep inside her bladder.  Only one button on each remote worked, so the
Prefects never knew if they were actually abusing the little girl
themselves, or if it was one of their neighbors who made the young child
writhe and jump, but they enthusiastically pressed all of them in turn. 
Finally they managed to get synchronised, and all of the wires were powered
up at the same time, making Katie cry out as all of her slutty sex parts
were electrocuted together.  At this point, the transformer locked, with
the power on, and began to step up the intensity to maximum, holding it
there for ten seconds as the poor schoolgirl shuddered to another agonising
climax.  Katie was now set up with some more equipment, a motorised stand
in between her legs, a floor mounted switch in front of that, and a slender
frame of chest height over the switch.  Strings were tied behind the
needles piercing her nipples, run over the frame, and a one ounce weight
fastened to a hook on the end of the strings, pulling her breast buds out
slightly.  Mrs Wickens informed all the gathered students, and staff, that
Katie was now going lose her virginity, but because her hymen was very
tough, her Daddy had selected a very special dildo for his daughter to use
when she destroyed her own repulsive winky.  Holding it up for everyone to
see, she explained that Katie's Daddy had chosen a beautiful ten inch by
two inch shiny steel prick, complete with a realistic glans, and veins.  It
was equipped with sharp blades running down the length, that were embedded
in ridges so as not to cause damage on first insertion, but if Katie could
force the shaft right up to her cervix, it would depress the glans to allow
the razor sharp cutting edges to deploy, ripping her maidenhead to pieces.
She mounted the dildo on the stand, lining it up with Katie's spread winky,
switched on the power, and depressed the floor switch so the child could
see the dildo advance towards her helpless body.  Replacing the small
weight on her tittie strings with a one pound square block of metal, the
teacher instructed her student to lean back, and take the strain on her
skewered nipples, which were now excruciatingly stretched forward.  As the
pain from the needles pulling her sore teats increased, she slowly leaned
forward, lowering the heavy weight till it pressed the switch, and the
cruel dildo now began to push her winky open.  Katie leaned back again, to
stop the advance, but after a few minutes the pressure in her mistreated
breast buds was too intense, and once more she lowered the weight, causing
the cruel destroyer to force its tapered head through her cherry.  The
tough membrane was unrelentingly stretched as the ridged steel dildo
ploughed deeper into her dreadfully abused winky, and when the pain became
too great between her legs, she pulled back on her tortured titty meat. 
Finally the metal cock reached the end of her wet and smelly winky,
pressing into her tight cervix, and the terrified schoolgirl pulled back
with her excruciatingly painful titties, taking the weight off the switch
to stop the rape of her girlhood.  "Please Miss," she begged, "let me go.
Turn the machine off, please, it hurts so much.  I know I'm a filthy,
disgusting slut, I admit it, and I deserve to be hurt and abused, but
please Miss, I don't want my winky cutting to shreds, I beg you." Just then
Katie burst into tears, but her racking sobs made her lean over, though she
was so distressed, she hardly noticed the motor start up again.  The
increased pain deep in her tummy began to gain her attention, and as she
attempted to lift the heavy weight once more, Mrs Wickens pressed a switch
that turned on the electricity to her pierced tits, clit, and pee hole,
forcing her to sit bolt upright, driving her wet cunny hard onto the
invading shaft.  Katie screamed as she heard the click of the metal glans
being depressed by her own cervix, then burning agony as six razor sharp
blades pushed outwards.  Katie's Daddy avidly watched every moment of his
daughter's torture and abuse, and this final cut pushed him to a shattering
climax, pumping gushes of hot sperm into the tissues that had been left for
him by Katie's teacher.  The blades had sliced through the tight skin of
her hymen, destroying it completely.  The dildo was so large that the cruel
blades also cut into the lining of her winky, then she felt the steel glans
move deep inside, and her tummy exploded.  When the device was triggered it
deployed the cutting blades, waited a few more seconds, then the glans
split into several sections which turned over lengthwise, and clamped onto
Katie's cervix, holding it like a vice.  At least it retracted the blades
as well, so they no longer gouged her tender winky, but the pain from her
crushed cervix was intense.  When Mrs Wickens had retracted the stand
between her thighs, the spindle detached from the metal dildo, leaving the
heavy device secured to the neck of her womb, dragging her uterus down, and
putting severe strain on the supporting muscles inside her tummy.  The
teacher removed the needles from her small breast buds, and her clit, then
the long plug from her pee tube, and finally extracted the staples that
pinned both outer sex petals to her inner thighs.  While Katie was relieved
to have these horrid devices removed, despite the agony involved, she was
upset when Mrs Wickens informed her that she would leave the dildo attached
till the end of the day.  The young child was distraught at the prospect of
this heavy weight pulling on her womb all day, stretching her cervix
painfully, but when she returned to her seat, she realised that sitting was
even worse.  The shaft protruded several inches out from the open entrance
to her winky, and when she was seated, this extra length was forced inside
her, pushing the cervix upward, just as painfully as it had previously been
dragged down.  The poor girl would have to suffer like this for the rest of
the day, every time she sat down, or stood up.  Katie's Daddy watched a few
more of her school friends suffer similar abuse, all with interesting
variations, but each of them had their delicate titty and winky meat
cruelly abused with needles, knives, and hot irons, stretched, pulled
about, and poked, then Mrs Wickens returned to her office.  He thanked her
for the kind invitation to visit his daughter's school, to see his sweet
little darling being well disciplined, and he promised to support
everything the school wanted to do with Katie.  Mrs Wickens thanked him for
being so cooperative, and assured him that Katie would be given some
homework projects that he could help her with out of hours, and the school
also offered a babysitting service, staffed by the Prefects and senior
girls, if he wanted to take his wife out for the evening, knowing his
little girl would be suitably cared for while her parents were absent.

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   The story has finished with an open end, allowing for further
adventures, particularly those in the last paragraph.