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   Disclaimer update April 2 2015

   As of this time I am only posting my stories on ASSTR.org.  I don't know of
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   When I first started posting stories on the internet I posted them to
Stories on Line (SOL).  So some of my older stuff is on the site up to 2011
or 2012 I think, I have a more recent story posted on SOL called ASS but it
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characters to 18 so I moved on.

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   Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.  described
herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my imagination. None of the 
following is based on real organisms or organizations, and any semblance to 
anyone or anything real, living, deceased or imaginary, is purely 
coincidental.  There is no place called Cherish  Valley in the United States 
that I am aware of. Every story I write contains sexual situations between 
adult females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories should
not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be 
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   I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which adult women
are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by  young girls, although I have changed
things up a bit recently with a couple stories that aren't exclusively lesbian
in nature.  Bottom line is I write stories for my own enjoyment. 

   If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a wonderful
male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth" as he puts it into the
story line.  If there are any mistakes in the story as far as grammar or 
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   Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss, humiliation, 
consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints, racial, bigotry, discrimination,
anal sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO 
Snuff, well, only one story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, 
whippings and canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape.

   Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good majority of these
codes are.

   This story is as much my editor "A" as it is mine.  I had the story half 
finished by late spring 2015 when I ran out  of ideas so I asked "A" to use his
filthy mind and excellent writing abilities to finish it.  He did an excellent
job writing it and taking some of my ideas and adding to the story line. He also
convinced me that the story should  have at least one more chapter.  I hope you
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   The Whorehouse 1

   *********

   Janie Humbolt drove into the parking lot of the whorehouse and turned off the
engine.  She had just left work and was nervous and excited, and before she went
in, she needed a moment to compose herself.  All week she had seen the 
advertisements on the internet and virtual TV for the new specialty whorehouse
and at work her email inbox was flooded with invitations to come and check out
what the whorehouse had to offer hard working women.  Even in the lunch room she
overheard snippets of conversations from other women that this new specialty
whorehouse would be the place to go if a woman wanted to make more money on her
fantasies, and now, here she was, sitting in the parking lot, preparing for her
meeting.


   Janie worked for "Ten Fingers" accounting firm, an executive vice-president
in charge of new clients, and she was one of the few highly paid women in the 
firm.  Of course, her pay didn't come close to what her male colleagues were
making but it did allow her to live comfortably, and was regarded as a suitable
reward for her success.  The trouble was, of late that success left her with an 
empty feeling inside, a sense that while she lead a life of conformity in a dull
soulless job, somehow the world was passing her by.


   She wondered how this new specialty whorehouse marketing department knew to
send those advertisements to her email anyway: as an executive VP her email and 
communications were protected, and only those people within the company knew her
contact information.  She thought that it must have been one of those new 
internet applications that did searches for female sounding email addresses 
because other women at her work had received the same emails, but whatever the 
reason, they arrived at just that moment when her dissatisfaction with her life
was at its height, offering a chance for her to live out her deepest, most 
secret fantasies.


   The ads said that the whorehouse was looking for women to explore their 
fantasy of being a submissive whore, offering a choice of specialisations: cunt, 
anal, piss-slut, toilet girl, BDSM, punishment puppy and puppy girl. Because 
the nearby Elementary school was starting next week, the source of many of 
their tween and pre-teen   customers, the whorehouse needed to ramp up their 
operation and recruit more women to meet expected demand.  The advertisements 
were designed to entice women who were bored with their life or stuck in a dead
end job with the excitement and benefits of working at the whorehouse, like the
extra money they could earn.  The advertising was aimed particularly at women 
who were into humiliation and degradation and weren't afraid of tweens and 
little kids treating them as fuck toys.  The adverts said that no training or 
special skills were required.


   Janie sat in her car staring at the building.  She really didn't need the 
money as she had a comfortable lifestyle, a big house, and a nice car.  If it 
wasn't about the money then what was it?  She knew the answer: she had no sex 
life.Oh sure she had fun in growing up in the Valley, all the sex a pre-teen 
would expect, fucking older women, getting in on raping her teachers when they 
least expected it, but things had fallen off after she turned 17 and went off 
to college.Now she had no real sex life, it was all work and dull conformity.  
But it wasn't simply sex that she missed, it was something deeper and darker 
than that, a seed planted by her mother that had grown into an obsession.  When 
she turned sixteen, her mother subjected her to a special form of humiliation 
and degradation that was so powerfully erotic that ever since it had become her 
fantasy.  And now, there it was, one of the "specialisations" offered in the 
whorehouse recruiting advert, as if it had been written just for her.


   Janie got out of her car and looked around quickly hoping she didn't see 
anybody she knew.  Satisfied she went in the front door to the receptionist, 
checking the clock on the wall; she had had to call ahead of time to reserve 
a seat for the informational meeting. Across the front of the desk a sign read,
"Sex is our business and business is good." Behind it was a large picture with 
a woman laying nude, stretched out with her arms behind her head on a bed of 
cash.At the bottom of the picture is read, "Whoring, it's a noble profession".


   "Hi, I'm Janie Humbolt, here for the recruitment seminar," she said to the 
receptionist, smiling nervously.  `Fuck I hope nobody sees me that I know,' 
she thought to herself.


   "The puppy girl specialism?" the teen asked.


   "Um, yes," Janie replied as she looked down and away from the girl.  She 
felt herself blushing that her secret had been exposed so casually by the teen,
but beneath her short skirt, her clit began to swell


   The teen tapped on her tablet.  She was chewing a piece of gum with her 
mouth open and blowing the occasional bubble.  "Oh, good, we're always looking
for mature women like you to act as puppy girls," she said condescendingly as 
she searched the computer database.


   Janie smiled weakly.


   "Oh, yes, here we are, Miss Humbolt," smiled the teen as she popped another 
bubble. "The meeting for prospective puppy girls is   down the hallway, second 
door on the right.  The presenter will be along shortly."


   Janie walked down the hallway toward the meeting room.  Along the walls were 
pictures of women with girls.  She stopped to take a closer look.  One picture 
had a blonde haired woman in a tank top with cut-off jeans surrounded by little
girls, all wearing thick, vicious strap-ons.  The caption read, `Our favorite 
after-school whore.' Another showed a woman in a sling-shot bikini surrounded 
by naked little boys, their thin little penises were sticking straight up.  The
one nearest to the woman was holding a pair of scissors and smiling impishly. 
On the other side of the hallway were group pictures of women in different 
states of dress and Janie walked across to look at them.


   A voice from behind her said, "From what I understand, these women are the 
money makers for whorehouse.  I believe that the one with the whip marks 
around her cunt makes almost more than the rest put together."


   Janie turned around and the woman smiled warmly at her.  "Hi, I'm Sandy," 
she said holding out her hand.


   "Um, hi, I'm Janie," she replied as she shook the woman's hand.  She 
noticed that Sandy was wearing business clothes similar to hers; a 
semi-transparent blouse covering a half-cup push-up bra and a short pencil 
skirt that only just covered the bands of her stockings.  It had become almost 
a uniform for female executives in most businesses in the Valley, allowing 
senior board members easy access to their cunts and assholes without wasting 
too much working time.


   "New here?" asked Sandy.


   "Yes, just coming for an informational seminar, see if it's something I 
want to do," Janie replied, a little embarrassed.


   "Which specialism?" the woman asked.


   Once more, the blush rose in Janie's cheeks, and once more her clit 
responded to the humiliation she felt.  "Puppy girl," she said quietly, 
looking down at her shoes.


   "Me too.  By the way, I'm an attorney."


   "Oh, nice, um, I work at an accounting firm," Janie replied.  She didn't 
really want to talk to anybody but Sandy seemed nice enough, and she didn't 
seem to be in the least embarrassed about wanting to be a puppy girl.


   "I hear that the whorehouse is the safest and easiest place to get started 
in the sex business especially considering the other hardcore strip clubs like 
the Family Strip Club and the Young Girl Club, or that nasty male club out on 
the edge of the valley.  I like it that they let their whores specialise.  I 
mean all women, whether they're short, tall, skinny or fat, all of us 
specialize in some sort of sexual fantasy."


   "I hadn't thought of it like that," Janie replied as she moved towards the 
meeting room, and found herself warming to Sandy's positive attitude. 


   She knew of these clubs growing up and of their reputations, but had never 
visited them as a young teen, finding herself more interested in learning than 
in sex.  Then, on her sixteenth birthday her mother took her virginity, making 
sexual use of her daughter all day.  This had come as no surprise to her: 
after all, it was a maternal duty prescribed by law and celebrated in many 
households as a "rite of passage" event.  But it was the way that she chose 
to use her daughter that turned out to be so significant.  She made Janie act 
like a dog and bark and beg and be lead around on leash.  When her mother had 
fucked her from behind, she had made her bark like a dog with each thrust of 
her strap-on and Janie found it humiliating and demeaning and unbelievably 
erotic.  That evening after eating her birthday cake out of a dog dish, her 
mother made her piss in the garden and then put her in a dog cage.  She never 
wanted it to end, but the following morning, with her birthday officially over, 
her mother released her and from that moment onward, it was never mentioned 
between them again.  Through the rest of high school and through college she 
never met anybody who could measure up to her mother or the wonderful abuse of 
that day, until she eventually stopped looking and settled for the dull 
normality of her present life. It was only in the lonely darkness of her bed 
when her fingers found her cunt that she relived the fantasy, until now.


   "This female client that I'm working with swears the youngsters here are 
easiest to work with," smiled Sandy, shaking Janie out of her thoughts.


   "Well, I hope so," Janie said weakly.  How hard could it be working with 
little girls and boys?


   "Oh, look at this," Sandy said pointing to a picture on the wall.


   Janie walked over.  The picture of was of the well known TV personality and 
weather forecaster for the valley, Mrs Matheson.  The picture was of a 
close-up from her breasts upwards.  Her blonde hair was done in pig tails with 
pink bows and her lips had shiny red lipstick.  The nipples of her tank-top 
were poking through.  At the bottom of the picture there was what looked like 
Mrs Matheson's signature.


   Sandy smiled.  "Who would have known she was into the whorehouse?"


   "Or that she was into little boys," added Janie.


   "It could be little girls," Sandy said, and the two women giggled.


   The next set of pictures had women on their hands and knees or squatting 
back on their legs as if they were in a sitting position.


   "Puppy girls," Sandy said as she stood next to Janie looking at the high 
resolution pictures.  The women were all wearing dog collars, some were 
spiked, some metal, others leather, and all had leashes attached.  On their 
hands were real looking dog paws with sleeves up to their elbows, their lower 
legs were strapped to their thighs and on their knees were also real looking 
dog paws.  Some of the women had pony tails, or pig tails or page boy haircuts 
that kept their hair out of their face, And all of them had tail was sticking 
out their rear-end that matched their hair color.  The name plate under the 
picture had the name of the woman etched in fancy lettering.


   "Just think we might get our pictures up here," Sandy mused, staring at the 
gallery.  "It makes me wet just thinking about it!"


   Janie didn't say anything but her cunt too was certainly moist.


   They walked a little further down the corridor until they reached the 
second door, and then turned inside.  There were ten other women already there, 
all of them sitting apart and in silence, facing a desk at the end of the room.


   Janie sat down near the back, carefully straightening her skirt, and felt 
unexpectedly pleased when Sandy sat next to her.  Normally, she liked to sit 
alone, not drawing attention to herself, but she had quickly grown to like 
Sandy, and felt reassured by her company.  For a second she found herself 
wondering if she shaved her cunt, and then blushed at the unprovoked thought.


   Once she had settled herself, Janie looked around the other women in the 
room, noticing at once that the majority of them also wore business clothes.  
She wondered why so many women were prepared to give up safe jobs and consider 
working as whores, but then realised she already knew the answer to that. She 
was thirty-five and an executive vice-president of client services at Ten 
Fingers accounting firm, she had a degree in accounting and advanced degrees in 
mathematics and number theory, but she was little more than a pimp: to close a 
deal on a difficult customer it was her job to send young women to whore 
themselves for the customer in any way they could.  Even within her own firm, 
the power of her intellect was secondary to whether she swallowed or was 
willing to take it up the ass.  Men are pigs, she thought.


   Her thoughts were disturbed by the clack of high heels In the corridor and a 
woman walked into the room.  Hearing gasps from Sandy, Janie turned to look at 
her and did a double take: it was the Mayor.


   The woman walked confidently up to the desk at the front and smiled. "Some 
of you might recognise me," she said brightly.  "I am Mrs Jean Moore, the Mayor.
Asyou might know, my office manages the strip joints, whorehouses, massage 
parlors, and sex shops in Climax and whenever a new sex enterprise starts up, 
like to be there to welcome it." She looked around the room.  "How many of you 
are moms?"


   Four women raised their hands.


   "Are you stay-at home moms?" the mayor asked and the women nodded. She turned 
back to the others. "How many of the rest of you have day jobs?"


   Janie, Sandy and the other six women raised their hands.


   "Good, we have a good mix of potential whores," she said, smiling broadly, 
and some of the woman laughed nervously.

   "How many of you fantasised about being a puppy girl?" All the women raised 
their hands, and when she went on to ask, "How many of you thought that you'd 
like to start working as a puppy girl?" the same hands stayed up.


   "I am delighted to hear it.  We've had a demand for puppy girls which falls 
under the specialty whore section of the Prostitution Law.  Let me refresh your 
memory if you've forgotten what a specialty whore is." The women laughed: 
growing up they all knew women who were specialty whores.  "A specialty whore 
is a woman who specializes in a particular type of humiliating and degrading 
sex with a child.  An example would be a woman who is used as a pony, or a 
puppy girl, or a woman who is into being used as a toilet, either drinking pee 
or being shit on by a six year-old.  These are areas that are very popular 
with Tweens and young teens, so we've decided to expand our offerings to our
elementary school clients.  That is why you are here, to see if this is 
something you are interested in doing."


   She looked around at the women, judging their responses before continuing.


   "Okay, you need to understand that this whorehouse is intended to cater to 
kids from the elementary school down the street; the boys and girls will be 
between five and eleven which means grades K through 6.  They stop here on 
their way home from school to get relief, to let off steam and develop the 
fantasies that they will carrying into their teenage years, and they will do 
so by using and abusing your bodies in whatever way they want.  These kids 
may well be the sons and daughters of your neighbors here in Climax.  Some 
of you may be uncomfortable with the thought of getting intimate with young 
kids you may know from your neighborhood, like sucking the cock of an eight 
year-old who lives across the street from you, or rubbing your face in the 
cunt of a ten year-old who lives in the house behind you.  If you are not 
happy with that possibility, it does not mean that you cannot work for our 
organisation: we have other establishments around the valley where you are 
less likely to encounter your neighbours."


   She paused and looked at each of the women.  "If you are uncomfortable with
anything I have told you so far and wondering if this is really the right type
of job for you, then you are free to leave."

   Nobody moved: the women had all grown up in the Valley and were unlikely to
be shocked or surprised by anything the Mayor had said so far.

   Smiling, the Mayor continued.  "Throughout Cherish Valley being a whore has 
always been accepted as a legitimate way for a woman to make a living.  Whether
she is with young kids, teenagers, or adult men, she can earn the money that 
her body is worth.  I am sure you will have friends, family members, who got 
their start as whores here at the whorehouse and now, because we are expanding 
our services and specialisms to the kids you too now have the chance."


   That was true, thought Janie.  Her mom always talked about going `back on 
the sex market' to earn a few more dollars and had told her there was nothing 
to be ashamed of.  Janie knew her mom had always found it hard to fit in 
sexually: she was by nature a dom but in the Valley women were supposed to be 
submissive.  There was a small niche for dominant women and submissive young 
girls but the money wasn't very good and Janie's mum had to work the fringe 
clubs, the ones down dark alleys or tucked away in the corners where nobody 
noticed.  She wore her dominatrix uniform to work where she had little girls 
and boys pleasure her but at other times, if business was slow, she would work
the male clubs out on the edge of the valley, the clubs where the men liked to 
be treated like dirt and were willing to pay for it. For as long as Janie 
could remember, her mom did not seem to resent her orientation and her father 
didn't seem to mind as long as her activities brought money into the house.


   "As some of you may know before I became Mayor I was working as a whore. 
My kids went to school every day and my husband had long business trips so I 
figured what the hell.  I dove right in without a clue about how to be a whore,
trying out different clubs and whorehouses until I found a whorehouse that felt
like a good fit and got hired. After figuring things out a few months later, 
I set out on my own as an independent whore working out of my house. It's not 
an impossible business to figure out, ladies, but it's nice to have some 
guidance.  So when I was elected mayor I made it mandatory throughout Climax 
that women who want to be whores are trained properly because we want our kids 
to be in a healthy, sexually safe learning environment where they can act out 
their fantasies and learn what sex is all about.  I firmly believe that only 
adult women can do that for our kids as we have nurturing attitude to help our 
young children.  Of course, if along the way we get a chance to explore our 
fantasies as well, then so much the better."


   She stopped and looked around the room, her face serious.


   "Which brings us to why you are all here." Again she paused, dramatically.  
"Why do you want to be a puppy girl?  If your answer is "I want fast money," 
and it often is for most women, then I suggest you leave now.  There's nothing 
unhealthy about living a fantasy as a puppy girl, but there's something 
inherently delusional about get-rich-quick sex schemes.  If that's what you 
think is going to happen, it's not a healthy career move for you and you might 
put our children at risk.  Like I said, we run a safe environment for the kids."


   Mayor Jean scanned the women, waiting for a moment to see if anybody would 
leave.


   "Our business model here at the whorehouse, whether you're working as a 
whore or a specialty whore, is such that the pricing for sex acts is set, no 
negotiation on the child's part or your part.  You and the child know right 
off what is expected for the sex services you provide.  There is profit margin 
built into our pricing model but it is a low margin.  The reason it is a low 
margin is that we want you making more money for us than our competitors.  The 
more often you're here along with a longer shift means more of profit for you 
and for us, although you might be pleased to know that the more successful you
are, the more profit we make and therefore the more taxes we have to pay.


   The women laughed at this and then one of them raised her hand and the 
Mayor pointed at her.


   "Does the pricing list change?"


   "Yes, any changes in prices for sex services are proposed by my office. 
It is sent to the town council who puts it out for public comment and 
discussion.  Afterwards, the town council votes whether or not to increase 
the price for your services.  The reason we do it this way ladies is that the 
parents of your customers are aware of the costs involved when their kids come
here and so they deserve some input into the final prices."


   Sandy raised her hand.  "Can we see the price list?"


   "Not until this Saturday on orientation day," Mayor Jean replied.


   The women shifted in their seats uncertainly and looked round at each 
other.


   "That's right ladies, by law there has to be an orientation day.  I will 
show you the facility and then we put you out on the market."


   Everybody laughed and Janie and Sandy looked at each other smiling.


   "Please remember, here at the whorehouse we don't want money to get into 
your little heads because you'll be broke more often than you think.  The 
focus here is the child, not how much money you're gonna make from your 
fantasy because if that's the case it would be best to keep your day job. 
There are other places around the Valley where you can earn more for your 
services, like the Young Girl Club, where you negotiate directly with the 
girl who is choosing you.  Your profit margins are higher there, but 
it is also a rougher environment to be in.  Another place is the Family 
Strip Club where mothers and daughter's can work as a team to earn extra 
money.  The profit margins at the strip club are higher than here, but your
sexual services can include servicing your husbands and fathers and 
your boys. Then there is the Mature Strip Club out on the edge of the 
valley where you can negotiate with the adult male for your services. This 
is the place that has the biggest profit margin, but it also has the highest
risks."


   The mayor paused, to let her words sink in before continuing.  "If you 
want to be a puppy girl to elementary kids because you enjoy sex that's 
physically humiliating and intellectually degrading then this job is for 
you, but you need to think carefully before committing yourself.  Am I 
right in thinking that you are here because you have already made your 
decisions?"


   All the women nodded their heads, one or two of them saying "Yes" out 
loud.


   The Mayor smiled. "Very well then. Whore training starts at 8am on 
Saturday and lasts until 5pm after which you'll start work," she announced
and then she handed out a piece of paper. "This is a medical evaluation 
form.  You need to get the medical exam from our in-house doctor prior to 
Saturday so make an appointment with our receptionist."


   "What would the doctor be looking for?" asked one of the mothers.


   "As I said, we run a safe and healthy environment for our kids here.  
We don't want women with icky diseases infecting our precious children.  
The doctor will tell you more when you meet with her.  Don't be alarmed; 
it is just a precaution and I am sure you will have no problems."


   Then she handed out a second piece of paper. "This is a puppy girl 
license that needs to be filed with the town clerk by Saturday.  Once he
receives it, he will issue you with a temporary thirty day dog license."


   One of the mothers raised her hand.  "Dog license?"


   "Yes, you are to license yourself as a dog so that when you are here 
at work and are rented out to a child and their family, they know that you 
are compliant with the law."


   The woman raised her eyebrows but said no more.


   Mayor Jean continued. "If there are no problems, you'll receive your 
puppy girl license in the next few days.  Bring it on Saturday because 
without it you can't start work.  Oh, the form asks for your full name, 
and a stage name.  A stage name is a made up name for your puppy girl 
persona.  Make it a good name because you'll be advertised using this 
name."


   "Advertised?" asked one of the mothers.


   "We will be advertising you as a puppy girl.  Your chosen name will 
be what gets the kids in here; nobody cares what your real one is, 
especially the kids."


   The women nodded their heads and the Mayor handed out yet another piece 
of paper.


   "This last piece of paper is for an appointment with Dr Swan, the 
adult female psychologist.  There are dates and times on it: pick a time 
and make sure you show up for your appointment."


   "Why the psychologist?" another mother asked.


   "We don't a whore freaking out in the room when she is alone with a child.
It puts the child in danger and that's bad."


   "Sounds like there was a problem before, what happened?" Sandy asked.


   "We've had an instance this past year where a whore freaked out while a 
young girl with an eight inch strap-on was pounding away at her anus. It 
was never clear why she freaked out but it put the child in danger.  
Another incident was with a little boy who was having his cock sucked.He 
let loose a stream of pee into the whore's throat and she scolded the 
boy.  Both incidents were reported and the two whores were fired."


   A woman raised her hand.  "What should the second whore have done when 
the little boy pissed in her mouth?"


   "Let the boy finish and try to swallow as much of the pee as she could, 
then deal with the situation after the session was over.  If there is one 
thing you must remember, it is that kids come first and whores second, 
even specialty whores." The Mayor smiled.  "Between you and me, I don't 
see what the problem is, makes me wet thinking   about it.  Anyway, 
a proper whore should expect piss games."


   The women laughed and nodded.


   "So now all potential whores are screened by Dr Swan in an hour session 
before the training.  I am sure that you have all heard of her and have 
faith her experience." She paused and looked down at her notes.  "Now you 
will be pleased to hear that I have only one other thing to say, and that 
is about your uniforms.  The only thing that you are required to purchase 
is your own dog collar and a leash.  On the dog collar please have your 
stage name engraved and make sure to wear you collar when you come in."


   "What about other parts of the puppy girl uniform?" Sandy asked.


   "We have the rest of the uniform that you will be wearing."


   "How about tails?"


   "We have all different kinds of tail colors to suit your look.  We will 
go into that on Saturday."



   *********



   The next day Janie walked into the whorehouse during her lunch hour to 
meet with the doctor.  The bubble gum receptionist sent her down the 
hallway to the waiting room of the office where the only furniture were ten
small wooden stools that stood about twelve inches off the ground. Janie 
decided to stand and looked at her watch anxiously, thinking she was
going to be late if the doctor didn't hurry up.


   A couple of minutes later an older looking woman came out of the office 
straightening her clothes and clutching a piece of paper.  Her cheeks were 
flushed and hair dishevelled, and she smiled weakly at Janie as she 
hurried out the door.  Janie continued to wait for another ten minutes, 
checking the time frequently on her watch.


   A teenage girl came out of the office wearing a knee length white 
doctor's smock and six inch stilettos.  She was very attractive, with blonde
hair, large breasts and she wore a name tag which read "BAMBI".


   "Miss Humbolt?" she smiled.  "Come on in."


   Janie walked into the sterile office.  At its centre, it had one hospital
bed with a variety of straps, cuffs and other things attached to it. She 
gulped.


   "Undress, please," Bambi said, smiling.  She quickly looked at some notes 
on a desk in the corner and then leaned back and watched.


   Blushing under the young girl's gaze, Janie paused for a moment. 
"Everything?"


   "Everything but your hose and garter belt."


   How'd she know I was wearing a garter belt, Janie wondered as she began 
to unbutton her top.


   "Will the doctor be here for the exam?" she asked as she took her blouse 
and skirt off.


   "Oh, no the doctor is working a shift at the Young Girl's club today so 
I'm doing the exams for her. When she gets back, she'll just sign them 
off."


   "Aren't you a little young to be giving medical exams?" Janie asked as 
she removed her bra.


   "Oh, I'm eighteen so I'm a woman now and plus we finally covered this 
section in our nursing book last week.  Before that the doctor showed me 
everything I needed to know and I'm also familiar with some of the medical 
implements. So don't you worry your pretty little head, I know what I'm 
doing!"


   Janie removed her panties but stood self-consciously in the middle of 
the office.  "But I do get the paperwork for my physical, right?"


   "Oh, yes, assuming that you have no diseases and your reactions are 
normal," Bambi replied looking at Janie.  The girl paused and ran her eyes 
slowly and deliberately over Janie's body. "You have a very pretty body 
Miss Humbolt, the kids are just going to love using it.  Now up on the bed 
with you," she said, clapping her hands like a nursery school teacher.  
"Are you going to be a whore or a specialty whore?" she asked as she 
readied her implements.


   Janie sat down on the bed, the words 'using it' still ringing in her 
head.  "Um, a specialty whore," she gasped, trying to focus on what the 
girl was saying.


   Bambi smiled, "Let me guess, a toilet whore?  You like the feel of 
warm piss as it caresses your throat on the way down."


   Janie blushed: she felt humiliated by the girl's casual question and 
it aroused her.  She shook her head shyly.  "Um, no, not a toilet whore."


   "Hmm, you love sucking the toes of seven year-olds?" Bambi asked.


   "No, not that." Janie felt a growing desperation: the girl obviously 
meant to examine her and she was already getting wet.  "Could we please 
get the exam going?" She asked, trying to keep her voice calm.  "I have a 
lot to do at work today."


   "Sure, lay back for me," Bambi said, pushing gently on Janie's left 
shoulder, and she lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling.


   "Now I'm going to secure your ankles to these stirrups," Bambi said 
sweetly as she quickly took Janie's ankles and strapped them to the 
stirrups.  "I'm going to pull the stirrups back to your chest so that 
your vagina and anus are properly exposed for examination." She pressed 
a button and the stirrups moved back towards Janie's chest, opening up her 
genitals.


   "What kind of examination?" Janie asked anxiously, suddenly realising 
that she could not move her legs.  She looked down between her breasts 
and thighs and saw her cunt, stretched and moist.


   "You ask too many questions for a woman, Miss Humbolt." Bambi ran her 
fingers gently down the back of Janie's thigh and over her stretched anus.
"Just trust me," she said, almost seductively.


   A droplet of opaque cream dislodged from the base of Janie's labia 
and began to dribble slowly down towards her anus.  Feeling it's movement 
on the sensitive skin, she blushed heavily and looked up at the teen.  
The girl was watching it and for a moment her tongue played on her lips.


   "Now I'm gonna cuff your wrists to the side of the bed," Bambi 
suddenly continued, bringing her mind back to the examination.


   "Why?" Janie questioned, even more alarmed than before.


   "We don't want your hands getting in the way of things during the 
exam, now do we?"


   "I guess not." Janie resigned herself as the teen quickly secured her 
wrists.


   "Next I am gonna secure your waist to the bed with this metal strap. 
We don't want you lifting your hips off the bed, you may hurt yourself 
and ruin the examination," Bambi smiled as she expertly put the metal 
strap in place around Janie's waist.


   With Janie's wrists and waist secured to the bed Bambi took two 
clamps from the side of the bed.  The clamps were attached to electrical 
wires.  "I am going to attach these nipple clamps to your nipples.  It 
might it hurt for a little bit but I am sure that you will be a brave girl."


   "Why the nipple clamps?" Janie asked nervously, feeling suddenly 
trapped.


   "We want to make sure that you don't have any nasty discharge from 
your nipples that can affect the kids.  Remember, we run a safe and 
healthy environment for the kids that visit here."


   "Oww!" Janie yelled as Bambi clamped the clips on her nipples.  
Then she picked up a small black box: the wires from the nipple clamps 
ran to it and it had a red button on the top.


   "I am going to push this button here and every ten seconds an 
electrical shock will be delivered to your nipples."


   "Wait, what?" Janie asked in panic.


   "Don't worry, silly, it won't hurt.  In fact it will be quite
pleasurable after a couple minutes," Bambi smiled as she pushed the 
button.


   "Uuugghhh!" Janie moaned at the first shock: it didn't really hurt 
but the sensation it caused seemed to run straight to her wet cunt.


   "Next I am going to fasten this metal clamp around your neck and this
metal clamp around your forehead.  We want you perfectly still and docile 
while the examination is being performed."


   "Uugghh!" Janie moaned as the second electrical shock hit her nipples.
She felt a desperate urge to touch herself, but her hands were cuffed.


   In no time Janie's neck and head were securely fastened to the bed 
clamps.  "One last thing, Miss Humbolt, open wide," Bambi said cheerfully
as she leaned over Janie. The teen was holding a wire clamp that would 
force the wearer's mouth open in an "O" shape. Before Janie could protest
the teen had plopped the wire clamp expertly in place, forcing Janie's 
mouth obscenely open.


   "Stick your tongue out for me Miss Humbolt," the teen asked, and Janie
stuck her tongue out through the "O".  "Very good, now you're all ready."


   Janie felt the humiliation of her position intensely: she couldn't 
move on the bed nor look around, and she knew the cunt juice that now 
licking her anus would soon begin to pool on the surface of the couch 
beneath her.  She knew that Bambi would see it and that she was at the 
girl's mercy.  She heard her snap rubber gloves on her hands and then a 
metal tray being rolled across the floor, followed by a stool or a chair.


   "I am going to squirt some warm gel into your cunt, Miss Humbolt," 
Bambi said, and then giggled.  "Mind you, it looks very wet already!" she 
added and Janie blushed heavily.  "It will make you feel all warm and 
tingly inside, and help me with your examination."


   Janie felt a warm liquid being squirted inside, and almost at the 
same moment, a tingle in her nipples, causing her to moan loudly.  Damn 
she thought, that felt good.


   "You have a very well-developed clitoris, Miss Humbolt," Bambi said 
and gripped it between her index finger and thumb.  Janie sucked in her 
breath and arched her body against the restraints: she would've jumped 
off the bed if she could; perhaps because of the gel, she felt extra 
sensitive.


   "Easy there girl," giggled the teen.  "What I wouldn't give to watch
a little girl play with this," she said as she rolled Janie's clit between 
her fingers and Janie clutched at the side of the bed.  "An 
adult woman's clit is one of most prized parts on her body," she 
continued as she gently rolled Janie's clit back and forth. "Most 
people say that it is the anus of a mature woman that is her most 
prized part but me, I think it is the clit, one of the most delicate 
parts on a woman." She leaned over and blew her hot breath on the now 
swollen clit, and then quickly kissed it before standing back up.


   "MMMgggffff" Janie moaned with a guttural grunt and the teen giggled 
again.  The little electrical shocks to her nipples weren't so bad now 
because her focus was on her engorged clit, still throbbing even though 
the girl had let go of it.


   "I'm going to put a little device on your clit that will massage it 
and give it a little electrical jolt," Bambi said, her voice now business
like again.  "Don't worry though, it will be totally pleasurable.
Also, it will make you want to cum, so please do." She leaned forward over 
Janie's head and smiled sweetly.  "Don't be shy or bashful about 
cumming during this examination, Miss Humbolt.  It is expected of each 
potential whore."


   She moved back out of Janie's line of sight once more and gripped her 
clit again.  Suddenly she felt the clamp's cold metal touch against her 
sensitive nub and small metal teeth dig into her skin.


   "Mmmgggfffhhh!!" she moaned, an odd sound of pain and pleasure, as 
she tried to squirm under the clit clamp, but she couldn't move an inch.


   "Don't fight it, Miss Humbolt," Bambi giggled and then turned on the 
little clamp.  "It will deliver a little massage and then a jolt every 
twenty seconds," she said, raising her voice above Janie's throaty moans.
"Just lie back and enjoy it and we'll have you cumming in no time."


   As if on cue, the nipple clamps and the clit clamp delivered their 
tingling shocks at the same time and Janie groaned loudly, her body 
tensing painfully against the restraints as an orgasm washed over her.
As it began to subside, pleasure was replaced by humiliation: she knew 
she had come heavily and could feel cunt juice seeping down over her 
anus, and trails of saliva were running down her chin from her gaping 
mouth.


   "There we are, you see," Bambi said cheerfully, and patted her 
gently on the head.  "Now I am going to examine your anus."


   Janie could hear the metallic clanking of metal instruments, and 
she tried to look round but the restraints held her head in place.  
Suddenly there was a buzzing noise from beneath the examination table 
and she felt the stirrups rising, pulling her legs back towards her 
chest 
and stretching them further apart.


   "I am moving the stirrups so that I have better access to carry out 
the examination," the teen explained, and then Janie felt a finger 
tracing softly around her brown hole.  "My, my," she continued softly,
"your anus is so pretty, Miss Humbolt."


   The finger withdrew and Bambi's voice returned to normal.  "For your
anus exam, I'm going to slide this thin metal tube just inside your 
sphincter muscle and squirt some liquid into your anal tube and guts.  
It will feel very warm and will relax all the muscles so that we can have 
a good poke about inside."


   Janie felt the pressure of the metal tube press against her sphincter 
and then suddenly break through into her bowel.  Almost at once, a warm 
liquid flowed into her and she tried to scream through her gaping mouth 
as a second orgasm took her.


   "Very good, Miss Humbolt," laughed Bambi.  "You're a very sensitive 
girl. That's your second one, isn't it?"


   Just then the exam room door opened.  Janie, her breath still ragged,
was suddenly aware of her nakedness and tried to struggle against her ties.


   "Oh, Hi Mayor Jean," Bambi said cheerfully.


   "Hello Bambi," Mayor Jean said, "is it ok if we come in or are we 
interrupting your work?"


   With impeccable timing, the clamps fired up and an obscene animal 
moan issued from Janie's drooling mouth as she gripped the bed sheets 
with her fingers.  Somewhere nearby, she heard a child giggle.


   "No please come in," Bambi replied, "I'm only doing an assessment."


   Janie heard the shuffling of feet: she couldn't see who came into the 
room but it sounded like a tour party.  She knew she was close to another 
orgasm if those fucking clamps powered up again and she could hear
herself panting through her open mouth.


   "Parents, this is Bambi, our resident novice nurse here at the 
whorehouse. She is going through the training program to become a doctor."


   "Hello," Bambi said with a smile in her voice.


   "These are parents whose children will be starting kindergarten in 
a couple of weeks so we're giving them a tour of the whorehouse.  We 
give tours to anxious parents whose kids will be coming here after 
school so that there is nothing to be afraid of.  That the women who 
work here are disease free, docile and compliant."


   "As all women should be," Bambi added.


   "Who's the whore?" Mayor Jean asked.


   "Miss Janie Humbolt, a potential candidate in our puppy girl fantasy 
program," Bambi replied as she patted Janie on her clit, making the 
metal teeth of the clamp scratch slightly.  Janie moaned through her 
saliva filled mouth and her muscles tensed.


   "Oh yes," the major declared, " I remember her from the puppy girl 
application. Parents, this is Miss Janie Humbolt who is a vice president 
at Ten Fingers accounting.  She is undergoing our rigorous check-up for 
diseases."


   "Why has she got that thing on her cunt?" It was a child's voice, 
a girl.


   "What's your name little girl," Bambi asked in a tone that adults 
so often use to children.


   "Cassie," the child answered contemptuously, "and I am not little, 
I'm nine!"


   Oblivious of the girl's tone, Bambi continued, "Come over here and 
see. It makes her pussy nice and wet and that helps me with my examination."


   "Examination?" a woman said, concerned.


   "Yes," the mayor said hastily, "you see, women can be carriers of 
such icky diseases that we don't want to put your lovely children at 
risk so each week our whores undergo this medical examination.  It 
puts the parents' minds at ease knowing our whores are clean.  All 
women who want to work as whores here have to undergo the same medical 
examination before we hire them."


   The girl reached out a finger and flicked the clit clamp and Janie 
moaned loudly has her cunt spasmed.  The girl giggled and did it again, 
and Janie felt another unstoppable orgasm building.


   Ignoring her daughter, the woman asked, "So my little Cassie could 
rent Miss Humbolt as her puppy girl after school or on weekends?"


   Janie groaned as she tried to squirm against her bonds, trying to 
avoid the humiliation of cumming so wantonly in front of strangers.  
She could feel that she was leaking cum like a sieve.


   "Yes, if your lovely daughter selected her then Miss Humbolt's body 
would belong to your five year-old for the hour long session after school."


   "You said body," a male voice asked.

   "Yes, we have learned over the years that elementary school kids 
could care less what's on a woman's mind or even how educated they are 
or what their job title is.  They're only interested in what the woman 
can do for them, like being a puppy girl like Miss Humbolt here."


   Cassie touched the clit clamp again, this time pulling on it, 
stretching the swollen bud, and Janie screamed through her gaping mouth 
as her orgasm burst over her.  She heard the girl laugh loudly and then 
cry out excitedly, "Look, the puppy girl's pissing!" and at the same 
time felt her spend slipping down over her anus and onto the examination 
table.


   " I want her, Mummy," the girl said in a voice that was used to being 
obeyed, "I want the pissing puppy girl!"


   There seemed to be a murmuring agreement between the parents.


   "So Cassie could purchase her as a puppy?" the woman asked.


   "Yes, and she would only pay the one fee to have Miss Humbolt perform as
a puppy for her."


   "Will we be given a price list today?" asked a man.


   "No, but the price list will be given to your child on the first day of
school so they can bring it home with the classroom information." There 
was pause.  "We also advertise throughout the year at the school for 
specials and half-offs deals.  We will send that information home with your 
child each week."


   "I'm afraid I need to carry on with the examination now?" Bambi said 
eventually.


   "Of course my dear.  What do you have to do next?"


   "I have to examine inside Miss Humbolt's anus," said Bambi, picking 
up a sleek glass tube, attached to a flexible cable.  "I'm looking for any
scarring inside the rectum that could harbour infection.  We call it Dildo 
Damage." She flicked a small switch on the cable and a monitor next to the 
examination table lit up with a close-up of Janie's anus.  The teen 
then slid the sleek glass tube through the anal ring and into the rectum.


   "Hhhmmmggghhhgg!" Janie moaned again, trying to squirm away from this 
additional humiliating stimulation, while above her, the monitor showed the 
livid red lining of her bowel.


   "What's the prognosis, Bambi?" Mayor Jean asked after a few moments.


   "Well, on just a first inspection, I can see that there is no evidence of 
Dildo Damage and everything is very healthy." She moved the probe, rubbing it 
against the anal muscle and Janie moaned.  Bambi giggled.  "As 
you can hear, Miss Humbolt is very sensitive and tight and as far as I can 
ascertain, I don't think she has ever had anything up there."


   Mayor Jean took a couple of steps forward and leaned over looking down at 
Janie.  "You're very cute and good looking, Miss Humbolt.  I'm surprised that 
you've hadn't made money off your body before.  I hope it not 
because of some strange old fashioned notion of self-respect: deep down all 
women are whores and you should have taken advantage of that."


   "Mmmgghhhfff!" Janie moaned, as the clamps fired and her fourth orgasm 
began to reach a peak again.


   Mayor Jean stood up straight, "I think she agrees with me!" and everybody 
laughed.


   Tears of shame came to Janie's eyes as the climax swept over and she 
moaned through her gaping mouth.


   "I think this is her fourth one so far," Bambi giggled as she pulled the 
glass tube out of Janie's anus.  "She is amazingly sensitive and if you all 
come closer, you will be able to see the how responsive her cunt is."


   There was a general shuffling as the onlookers moved in closer to watch 
the end of Janie's cum, Bambi drawing their attention to the pulsing of her 
vagina and the flow of her cunt juice, as well as her clit, twitching 
under the ministrations of the massaging device.  Janie rolled her eyes and 
groaned, pulling at the bed sheets with her fingers, unable to 
resist the painful pleasure that swept through her.


   "The next thing I have to do is what we call the DP test," Bambi announced, 
and without waiting for Janie to come down from her orgasm, she thrust the 
middle finger of her left hand into Janie's anus and the middle and index fingers
of her right into Janie's cunt.  Janie's eyes shot open wide and she gave a 
strangulated cry, and once more, with unerring timing, the clamps sent out 
their electric pulses.


   "Damn, I can feel the spasms in her cunt," Bambi said as she pumped her 
fingers back and forth.  "I can feel my finger in her ass through the membrane."


   Mayor Jean turned to the parents.  "That means that Miss Humbolt will be able
 to take a double pounding from your sons or daughters."


   One of the mothers asked somewhat sheepishly, "Can the parents come here to 
the whorehouse for a little playtime with the puppies?"


   The mayor smiled understandingly.  "We are often asked that questions but 
I'm afraid not.  Having said that, your child can rent the puppy girl for after 
school or for the weekend.  How you want to use her during that time is, well, 
up to the child and parents."


   There was a pause as the group watched Bambi working her fingers back and 
forth in Janie's ass and cunt and listened to Janie's groans and gurgles of 
delirium.


   "Okay, let's move on to the play rooms," Mayor Jean said eventually. Thank 
you, Bambi, for explaining things to us so clearly.  I am sure that the parents 
here will be able to have absolute confidence in the health and condition of the 
whores they take home."


   As the group shuffled out of the room, Bambi slowly removed her fingers and 
moved to the side of Janie's head. "Stick your tongue out," she ordered, holding 
both her hands up.


   Feeling the sudden emptiness in her holes, Janie looked at the teen for a 
moment and then stuck her tongue out through the O ring as best she could.


   Bambi leaned over and let a long piece of spit dribble from her mouth onto 
Janie's tongue.  She quickly tried to pull her tongue back but the spit still 
dribbled into her mouth anyway.


   Next, Bambi held up the two fingers of her right hand, both glistening with 
trails of opaque slime.  She licked slowly up the side of one finger, gathering 
the viscous cum on her tongue and then took it into her mouth.  "Your cunt tastes 
so sweet," she said and then rubbed the fingers back and forth on Janie's teeth 
and gums.  "Taste yourself, Miss Humbolt, because as a puppy girl it will be a 
taste that you will come to know very well during your  employment here."


   She raised her other hand and the finger that had been in her anus, and held 
it in front of Janie's staring eyes. Small flecks of shit clung to its slime 
coating.  


   "You'll find a lot of them will want your anus; you know how fixated some of 
the younger ones are with bottoms, especially the girls and their strap-ons." As 
before, she lowered the finger into the gaping mouth and wiped its filth onto her 
teeth and gums.  At the same moment, power surged through the clamps and Janie 
moaned loudly as her body tried to arch upwards.


   "Oh, very nice.  Another cum.  You are a very sensitive woman, Miss Humbolt," 
Bambi said approvingly.  "Is that your fourth or your fifth?  I've completely 
lost count." She giggled and waited for Janie to come down from her cum.


   "One more test, and then we're done."


   Standing where Janie's could clearly see, the teen held up a ribbed dildo and 
pulled her smock to one side.  Beneath it she was wearing a strap-on dildo 
attached to her waist.  Moving between the helpless woman's legs, she slid the 
dildo into Janie's cunt and turned on its vibrator, before adjusting the strap-on 
and turning on its clit vibrator.


   She looked down at Janie's staring eyes and smiled. "Now Miss Humbolt puppy 
girl wannabe, I'm gonna test your anus with my strap-on.  I've put a dildo in 
your cunt as well because you can be certain that it is something that many of 
the kids will want to do." She giggled.  "I'll try not to cause any Dildo 
Damage, but I'm going to fuck you like the children will, hard and deep."


   Without further ado, the teen positioned the dildo head against her anus, 
drove the head past Janie's sphincter muscle and into her rectum.


   Bambi laughed.  "Oh not another one, Miss Humbolt," she cried as she pushed 
the dildo in as far a it would go. She began to pump the strap-on harder and 
deeper and with each thrust, the clit vibe pressed harder against her cunt.


   "Damn, Miss Humbolt," she cried as she increased the tempo of her thrusting 
further, "You feel fucking good!" and she waved her right hand over head as if 
she were on a bucking bronco until they both came at the same time.


   Ten minutes later, as Janie was unstrapped from the bed and stood up on shaky 
legs, she looked at Bambi and asked, "Do you do that all the time?"


   "As often as I can," the girl answered with a giggle as she tucked the dildo
back under her smock.  She sat down at her desk and filled out the paper work 
while Janie got dressed and as she handed it over, she smiled warmly.  
"Medically speaking Miss Humbolt you have a very good sex drive, you should use 
it more often."


   "Thanks," Janie replied as she walked gingerly out the door straightening 
her clothes and clutching her exam paper. There were four women waiting in 
the room, two sitting on the small stools, and they watched her with alarm.



   *********



   The next day, after work, Janie went to the licensing department, a large
hall with a series of windows down one side, each with queues stretching back 
from them.  She stood patiently in the line that had a sign labeled "DOG 
LICENSE" over the window and looked around: next to the dog license window 
was one labeled "WHORES"; next to that was one for teachers, then attorneys, 
then business owners and there were other windows beyond them which she could 
not read.  Only women had to be licensed in Cherish Valley to do anything 
- men had no such conditions - and the waiting room was filled with women, 
there to get a license for one thing or another.  When she had arrived, 
Janie had pulled a number from the ticket machine: it was number 301 and the 
electronic ticket counter read 175.  She sighed and looked at her watch as 
she sat down, lowering herself carefully onto the seat: her anus was still 
sore after the day before. When her number was eventually called she went 
self-consciously to the dog license window, feeling that all eyes were on her.


   "Yes?" the bored looking clerk behind the window said, looking up at her.


   "Um, a license please?" Janie replied, trying to keep her voice down.


   "A dog license for yourself or for a real dog?" the clerk asked.  Janie 
thought the lady deliberately spoke a little bit too loudly and that her 
voice seemed to echo around the room.


   Janie leaned over the counter.  "For me." She was almost whispering.


   "What?  Speak up."


   "Um, for me please."


   "For you what?"


   Now Janie knew the woman was playing with her and blushed fiercely as 
she slid her application form under the window.


   "A dog license for me, please."


   The clerk looked at it.  "What breed of dog are you applying for?"


   Janie was suddenly flustered.  "Ah, I don't know yet."


   "Well, doesn't matter right now but we'll need to know what breed you 
consider yourself after thirty days." The clerk typed the information into 
a data base then took a little heart shaped pendent, put it in an etching 
machine and turned it on.  Less than a minute later the clerk handed the 
heart shaped pendent to Janie.  "It's your lost and found tag with the 
number of the whorehouse on it.  Attach it to your dog collar."


   Janie took the pendent nodding her head.  The clerk handed her a receipt. 
"Come back in thirty days for your regular license."


   "Yes, thank you," Janie replied and she walked quickly away from the 
window.



   *********


   Dr.  Swan had her office at the Young Girl Club, a grim concrete building.  
Slightly early for her appointment, Janie parked her car and walked across 
the parking lot towards the entrance. The sign on the front door said that all
women must enter through the back entrance and so she walked around the 
building and knocked on a shabby wooden door.


   A small square opening opened up with a pair eyes looking out at her. 
"Yes?"


   "Um, I'm here to see Dr. Swan," replied Janie nervously.


   "And you are?" the voice asked.


   "Janie Humbolt."


   The small window closed, leaving Janie standing uncomfortably in the open.
She waited couple of minutes until the door eventually opened and a woman 
invited her in.  "Come on in Miss Humbolt, straight down the hallway to the 
dance floor.  Dr.  Swan will be out shortly." The woman was full figured, 
probably in her fifties, but she had on a short pink dress with black 
stilettos and sporting a page boy haircut.  A poster on the wall behind her 
seat read, "Girls rule, Women drool".


   As Janie waited, she looked around the main dance floor.  There were four 
dance stages each with a pole in the middle, and around the stages were 
chairs and tables.  She looked over at the bar where there were three women, 
each with a metal collar around her neck and a chain attached to the collar
at one end and a bar on the ceiling at the other.  As one of the women, the 
bar tender, moved around in the bar area, she pulled her chain along the metal
bar.


   The second woman was standing on the bar top at one end and seemed to be 
rehearsing, dancing sensuously around a metal pole before moving along the 
bar to an identical pole at the other end.  She was dressed only in a red 
leotard and like the bartender, her chain moved with her.  The third woman
was sitting on what looked like a small mechanical bull in front of the bar
 and her neck chain was attached to a hook in the ceiling.  The woman's 
hands were cuffed behind her back and her ankles and thighs were strapped 
to the bull.  She was moaning as the bull rocked back and forth, and Janie 
could see two dildos, one that penetrated the woman's cunt and another 
smaller thinner dildo that penetrated her anus. Above her head, an electronic 
counter read 1.34.07.


   "Beautiful isn't it?" came a voice behind her.


   Janie turned around to see Dr.  Swan standing behind her.  She was wearing
her trademark little girl school outfit, a short plaid skirt, tight white 
blouse with no bra, a pink bow tie, her hair in pig tails, white thigh high 
stockings and pink Mary Jane shoes.


   Janie didn't know what to say as she turned back to watch the three women.
"Um, yes, I guess so."   


"Our young clients demand it," the doctor replied as she stood next to Janie.
"Those three are mothers new to the club."


   "Oh."


   "They were bored with their home life with their husbands off at work, 
getting laid most likely, so they decided to come here and make the kind of 
money that their bodies are worth."


   "I see," replied Jane, getting wetter and more excited as she watched them.
The woman in the red leotard squatted down on one of the poles and Jayne 
saw for the first time that it was split at the crotch, leaving her cunt and 
anus totally exposed.


   "Tonight will be their first night working the club.  The girls who come 
here will buy, sell and trade these mother's throughout the night.  They 
will be passed around like a cheap piece of meat to different groups of 
girls who will use them to satisfy their sexual fantasies.  By the end of 
the night these mothers will leave here with a wad of cash and their sexual
urges satisfied in a way that no male would be able to do."


   "Wow, I never knew that.  This is my first time here," Janie said with 
a gulp.


   "You didn't come here when you were a tween or a teen?"


   "No, sorry to say that I never came when I was that age," Janie replied,
lowering her head in embarrassment and regret.


   "Well, you don't know what you're missing.  You should come here for a 
tour sometime, see what we have to offer," Doctor Swan said and then giggled.
"You can already see what Betty has to offer on the bar." She leaned in 
confidentially.  "Her cunt tastes like heaven!"


   Janie swallowed and then nodded.


   "Come, let's talk about you shall we?" the doctor said as she took Janie 
by the elbow and steered her across the dance floor.


   The sign on the door that Dr.  Swan opened said "DR.  ASSHOLE" and Janie 
stared.  It was flashy with neon lighting and underneath had a picture of 
Dr. Swan that showed her naked from her breasts up.


   "Cute isn't it?  That's what the girls call me who buy me.  Well, they 
actually purchase my anus which is my money maker," Dr.  Swan said proudly.
She ushered in Janie.  "So let's find out what your specialty is, shall we?"


   Janie looked around the office.  It was fairly big office with a pole 
and stage in the middle of it.  Along one wall the doctor had different 
outfits on hangers with shoes neatly lined up along the bottom.  On the 
opposite wall there were pictures of what Janie knew to be the doctor's 
anus along with dildos and strap-on's.  Hanging on the middle of the wall 
was another sign, "My asshole belongs to the girls, my cunt belongs to my 
hand."


   Dr Swan saw Janie looking at it.  "A lot women don't realize it but the 
best orgasms come from your anus.  Have a seat." She motioned to Janie to 
take a seat and she did so nervously.  "Relax, Miss Humbolt, I'm not going 
to bite." She paused and then continued with a giggle, "But I wouldn't mind 
a lick or two between your legs."


   Janie gasped and looked up quickly, but then dropped her eyes and 
blushed when she realised it was a joke.  Inside she felt a sudden and 
unexpected disappointment.


   "So let's start with your childhood.  Tell me about it."


   Janie shifted uncomfortably on her chair.  "Um, well, it was nothing
special."


   "Did you have normal sex like during school?  Other adult women?  Or 
maybe boys and men?"


   "Not really, I mean, as a class we did have sex with our teachers 
during in school service days, teacher rape days and cock sucking 
competitions, but that was just part of the curriculum."


   "Did you join other recreational groups like the Pathfinders?  
Or a church youth group?"


   "No nothing like that.  I mean I did have sex throughout high school 
but nothing that I went out of my way to find. Like, I've never been here
before.  I know my friends used to come here a lot but not me."


   "How about your mother?  Did she take your virginity on your sixteenth
birthday?"


   "Yes," Janie blushed as she looked down at the floor.


   "You're cute when you blush Miss Humbolt," smiled the Doctor.  "Tell 
me, how did she take your virginity?"


   "Well, I ....  um, she...," stuttered Janie.


   "Come on, Miss Humbolt, we're both women here.  There's nothing you 
can't tell me that I've haven't heard before," Dr. Swan said reassuringly.


   "Well, um, her theme was puppy girl," Janie stammered.  There she'd said
it.  She glanced up to see the Doctor's reaction but her expression didn't 
change.


   "Puppy girl huh?  How did that make you feel?"


   "I was, um," Janie fidgeted and couldn't look at the doctor. "Excited."


   "Excited how?"


   "I felt humiliated, degraded and excited at the same time."


   "Tell me what happened."


   Janie looked up at her, her eyes pleading.


   "It's ok," Doctor Swan said, her voice persuasive.  "Sometimes it's 
good to speak of things that you have bottled away inside you.  Tell me."


   "My birthday morning my mother had me get undressed then had me on my 
hands and knees." She took a deep breath. "She attached my ankles to my 
thighs so I couldn't stand up then she put a leather dog collar around 
my neck and attached a leash."


   "Did you have friends over for your party?"


   "Yes, but later on."


   "Go on."


   "My mom walked me around the house all morning like I was a puppy dog."


   "What did your dad think about this?"


   "Oh, he was excited and all that.  Even pulled his cock out to play 
with it.  But what excited me was my mom calling me a bitch and walking 
me around.  She gave me my present which she had me open with my mouth, 
ripping it apart like a dog would.  It was a pink ten inch ribbed dildo 
with a leather strap. She tossed it across the living room and had me 
fetch it, telling me that it would be the dildo that would take my 
virginity.  When my friends came over they immediately treated me like a 
puppy and I realised that they had planned this with my mom."


   Warming to her story, Janie noticed that Dr. Swan was squirming in her 
chair, and she felt a rush of moisture in her cunt.


   "Well, my friends treated me like a dog, patted me on my head and led 
me around with the leash.  We played fetch out back.  The girls threw the 
ball and I would chase after it.  My dad came several times which my 
friends thought was  cute.  Then my mom rubbed me between my legs seeing 
how wet I was and my friends did the same thing."


   "How did you feel at this point?" Dr Swan asked.


   "Still excited and most humiliated.  My friend Jane pulled a dog tail 
rom her bag and inserted it in my anus.  It hurt going in but once it was 
set it felt really good.  I barked and yelped for my mom and my friends 
acting like a dog all day."


   "When did your mother take your virginity?" One of Doctor Swan's hands 
was now moving in her lap below her desk.


   "Just before the cake.  She put the strap-on on then kneeled behind me.
My friends were urging her on and I was so nervous because I had heard it
would hurt when my cherry broke.  My mother pushed the strap-on and easily 
popped my cherry and I cried because it hurt but then it felt good.  I had 
my first cum with my mother leaning on my back squishing my doggie tail 
to my back as she squeezed my nipples. Afterward she had me lick the 
strap-on of my blood and cum.  I didn't realize it at the time but none 
of my friends brought any presents for me. Instead my mother let them fuck
me with the strap-on.  I had one orgasm for each friend who fucked me.  
I cried because I was humiliated as they laughed at me and fucked me but 
deep down inside I loved it."


   "And then after that?  Like the next day?"


   "Oh, well, everything was back to normal.  I was nervous and embarrassed
the next day but I got over it quickly when I saw that my friends didn't 
care what happened the day before.  It dawned on me that they would be 
going through something similar on their birthdays."


   Janie stopped, her story finished and felt suddenly elated.  The Doctor 
was right: it really was good to tell somebody else.


   "Hmm," Dr.  Swan said, her hand moving faster.  "That's one hot story, 
Miss Humbolt."


   Janie smiled at the compliment.  "So is being a puppy my specialty, 
Dr. Swan?"


   "Yes, but I think you knew that already," the Doctor replied.  "You're
a young woman who needs to be humiliated by acting like a puppy, a dog, 
a bitch.  You need to be pushed down in the dirt, stepped on and degraded
so that you can find your true self."


   Janie nodded her head listening to the doctor.  `That was it,' Janie's
mind screamed.  I knew it all the time.  I can only find true contentment
if I am humiliated and degraded as a puppy girl.  Janie felt her stomach 
flutter: this  was so exciting for her.


   "All women have some sort of sexual specialty in which they live to be
 humiliated and degraded during sex." She brought her hand up unto the 
desk and leaned forward, and Janie couldn't help noticing the glint of 
moisture on her fingers.  "You ever wonder why we have this wonderful club
or the whorehouse where you want to work or the family strip club or the 
other strip clubs around the valley?"


   Janie shook her head, her mind still on humiliation and pleasure.


   "It's because women love to be degraded.  All women sub-consciously 
want to be whores, especially for little girls and boys, that's what drove
you to the whorehouse.  You need to be treated as a puppy to find true 
contentment.


   "Oh, yes, Doctor, yes I do!" Janie looked up with an eager smile.


   "When you walked into the whorehouse the other day how did you feel?"


   Janie thought for a moment and then blushed again.  "Like I belonged 
there."


   "Were you nervous and excited or dreading going to the meeting?"


   "I was nervous and excited.  I had not really truly felt that way 
since my sixteenth birthday."


   "Then I am going to recommend that you be a puppy girl.  I would 
suggest that to get the most out of being a puppy that you work the 
whorehouse as often as you can and allow the kids to do anything to 
you without reservation.  You will find nothing more fulfilling than 
humiliation and degradation at the hands of children.


   Janie jumped out of her chair, enlightened and excited.  "Oh yes, 
I will doctor, thank you."


   Dr.  Swan stood up and took Janie by the hand.  "One other thing, 
Miss Humbolt. Every weekend we have beginner S&M and BDSM training for 
five and six year-old girls.  We're always looking for adult women to 
participate in the program.  The little ones need to work with women 
who are not afraid to give their minds and bodies to them."


   "You mean you would like me to help?"


   "We teach little girls about their fantasies and fetishes and BDSM 
and S&M training is one way we do that.  It seems that you are an 
ideal person to understand their needs."


   Janie smiled.  "I, I will think about but it sounds like something
I would enjoy."


   "I will send my report to the mayor about your specialty.  Good 
luck, and I hope to see you here sometime." Dr. Swan lead Janie across
the room and opened her door.  Two girls were standing on the other 
side.


   "Hi, Doctor Asshole!"


   One of the girls looked Janie up and down.  "Is she for sale too?"
she asked waving her money.


   "No, `fraid not girls," the Doctor said, her professional demeanour 
now gone, "but you can visit her at the whorehouse next week.  She will 
put herself out as a puppy girl."


   "Cool!" both girls replied looking Janie up and down.


   Eventually they turned back to the doctor.  The second girl asked, 
"Did you clean your asshole like we asked, Doctor Asshole?"


   Janie turned to Dr. Swan who blushed.  "Yes, girls, cleaned it and 
put perfume on it myself an hour ago," she replied as she ushered the 
girls into her room and shut the door behind her.


   Janie slowly walked through the dance floor area, her mind still 
reeling with enlightenment.  She looked across and saw that the woman 
on the horse had gone and now two dildos glinted obscenely in the dim 
light.  A woman came up behind her.


   "You looked lost.  You the new meat?" she asked, smiling.


   Janie turned.  "Ah, no, just had an appointment with the Doctor," 
she smiled weakly.


   "Ah, the asshole.  She makes more money in a week that most of us 
do in a month."


   Janie just nodded her head, her attention caught by something else.
"Who are those women?" she asked, leaning her head over towards a 
group of women.


   "They're known as `good time girls'.  They are new meat to the club."


   "New meat?" asked Janie looking at the women.


   "Meat is our term for new hires.  Their job throughout the evening 
is to stand in certain areas of the club dance floor watching the girl's
tables.  If one of the girls waves a five dollar note above her head, 
they are to go immediately to the table and perform whatever act the 
girl demands."


   Janie's pulse quickened.  "Such as?"


   "Crawling under the table to lick and suck the pre-teen cunts or 
sit on the lap of the girl as the girl fondles her.  When the girl 
tires of the woman then she is passed around the table for the other 
girls to use." The woman's tone was very matter-of-fact and Janie 
gasped.


   "For five dollars?"


   "Yep," replied the woman.


   "That doesn't seem so bad," mused Janie.


   "I wouldn't say that.  I mean if you don't mind your tits mauled, 
a finger up your ass as you're sitting on a girl's lap, being spit on 
or slapped across the face a dozen times because you didn't do 
something fast enough, then fair enough, but it seems cheap to me."


   "Oh, I didn't mean...."


   "You see the girls come here to get relief from the end of the school 
week.  Things can get a bit rough during exam week at the end of the 
school year but we're here to help the girls relieve some of that 
frustration and anxiety."


   "I see," replied Janie.


   "The whole goal of the new meat is to make it to the play rooms 
upstairs. That's where you can negotiate the cost of the sex act with 
the girl and start making decent money."


   "I see," Janie repeated.


   "So you're looking to start here?" the woman asked.


   "No, I'm aspiring to be a specialty whore over at the whorehouse,"
Janie said proudly.


   "Oh, what's your specialty?" For the first time the woman looked 
genuinely interested in her.


   "Puppy girl."


   "Well being a puppy girl is a noble job, especially with the kids.  
I'm sure they will love you."


   Janie smiled and nodded, wondering suddenly if they would love her, 
if she could make a success of it.


   "You're in the enviable position of teaching and nurturing the 
youngster's sex drives and fantasies by being a specialist.  Sometimes 
I wonder if I shouldn't be working at the whorehouse."


   "Oh?"


   "Just sometimes," laughed the woman.  "But I love the freewheeling 
sex that goes on here.  You see I'm an attorney, a contract attorney 
and sometimes I make more money here than I do for my employer." The 
woman saw the surprise on Janie's face and laughed again.


   They had reached the end of the bar, a grubby door marked 'Exit'.  
Janie smiled.  "Well, I must really be going now. It was nice talking 
to you."


   The woman grinned back.  "Come by sometime for a tour if ever you 
decide to come and do some proper whoring." She laughed and then turned
and walked off down a smaller red-lit corridor towards some stairs.


   "I will," waved Janie and then went back outside into the glare of 
the daylight.



   *********



   Sitting at home that evening, Janie turned down the internet screen 
and picked up a pamphlet entitled "What to expect as a Specialty Whore" 
that she had been given with the paperwork at the seminar.  It was only
four pages long and contained a series of paragraphs offering useful 
advice and Janie read it section by section, determined to learn its 
contents.


   The first paragraph on page one was titled, "Feelings for the child".


   "There have been instances of a whore developing romantic `feelings' 
for a young client who comes to visit her often and the Management of 
the whorehouse feels it is very important to discourage this. 
Relationships that are allowed to grow at work can cause problems of 
jealousy in either the whore or the child: jealousy can develop between
whores as they compete for the child and that can create tension in the
workplace; a child can become jealous if they see their favorite whore 
entertaining other kids.  In these cases it is advisable that the whore
brings this to the attention of the Management who will make every 
effort to separate the whore from the child when the child comes to the 
whorehouse."


   The next paragraph was titled, "Boys and puberty".


   "The whorehouse caters to boys ages 5 to 11.  Puberty for boys generally
 starts around age 10 but has been known to start as early as age 9.  Boys 
who have not started puberty cannot get you pregnant.  A pre-puberty boy's 
cock will jerk up and down in the motion of "cumming", the boy may also 
moan and groan under your tender ministrations, he might even ejaculate 
a small amount of clear fluid, but he can't cum properly until puberty.  
We also find that boys in puberty become more aggressive hence, as a whore 
it is your duty channel this aggression into a wholesome sexual fantasy.  
Boys who are in puberty and can cum can get you pregnant: whores who become
pregnant from pre-teen boys will be fired and any contractual obligations 
must be paid in full."


   Next came "Girls and puberty".


   "The whorehouse caters to girls ages 5 to 11.  Puberty for girls 
generally starts around age 9 but has been known to start as early as age 
8.  Women of all ages know that the cunt of a pre-puberty girl tastes 
different than a girl in puberty.  You will be able to judge when a girl
is in puberty when you taste her cunt, and by the first wisps of pubic 
hair.  As a whore, working with pre-teen girls is a safer bet than boys.
Girls are more imaginative in their sexual fantasies.  However, it is 
wrong to assume that girls are more gentle: often even the youngest 
girls can be quite violent, especially when using a strap-on, and they 
are also more aware than boys of which parts of your body are most 
susceptible to pain.  You will have to use your skills to offset any 
injury that this might cause: a damaged whore is of no use to the 
whorehouse."


   The final paragraph on the page was called, "Understanding your role".


   As a specialty whore you are here for the sex and to fuel the child's
fantasy and not the romance.  Your energies should be directed to 
working the child's fantasies, tastes and proficiency in sex skills and 
sex toys.  We want to develop our kid's fantasies in a safe and loving 
sexual environment. You must avoid developing anything other than a 
professional working relationship with your child clients: remember, to
them you are just a whore....."


   Janie tossed the pamphlet on the coffee table.  `I hope I am making 
the right decision about my fantasy,' she thought to herself as she 
started to finger her cunt.



   *********



   The mayor was standing in front of the room as the women took their 
seats.  She was wearing a skimpy thong bikini  and black six inch 
stilettos that accented her calves.  The bra portion of the bikini had a 
tiny piece of triangular  cloth that covered her aureoles and a thin piece
of material covered her clit and cunt.  She looked stunning and  Janie's 
mouth watered as she looked at her tall voluptuous body: she was sure the 
others were watering too.


   Janie had arrived early for the induction meeting and was happy to see
that Sandy the attorney was already there.


   They embraced like old friends and Sandy kissed her so lingeringly that
she felt her cunt moisten. They were both  wearing business clothes and as
Janie looked around the room now, most of the other women sitting there 
were similarly dressed.  And like her, they were staying lustfully at the 
mayor.


   The mayor cleared her throat.  "County rules state that a whore cannot
be naked in the public places of a whorehouse, such as the hallway or 
foyer or the public restrooms of the house.  But it doesn't say what can 
or can't be worn in these places, so less is better."


   Janie and the others laughed, and watched intrigued as she opened a 
bag on the table in front of her.  She reached in and grabbed a handful 
of thong bikinis and tossed them on the floor to her left. "Get undressed
whores and pick a thong bikini from the pile and put it on.  This will be
your attire for today."


   The women moved slowly at first, looking round amongst themselves 
with embarrassment and uncertainty.


   "Let's go whores we don't have all day," the major shouted, clapping 
her hands.


   Janie and the others self-consciously removed their clothes.  The 
skimpy clothes seemed to be one size fits all and  some of the women 
had big tits which stretched and put tension on the flimsy strings of the
bra.  Janie picked out a  pink thong set and squeezed into it, grateful 
that her breasts were smaller, but as she adjusted the strings of the bra
around her tits and nipples, she saw that it was almost as if she was 
wearing nothing at all.  She noticed that Sandy was staring at her and 
grinned sheepishly: Sandy smiled back and winked, adjusting the thin 
material over her crotch.


   "Take a seat whores as we have some paperwork to cover this morning 
before we start on the induction."


   The room had been provided with small desks and plastic seats which 
were so cold on the ass cheeks that they made some of the women squirm.


   "We have your mental health approval and specialty forms from Doctor 
Swan and your medical exam from our medical office.  Please pass forward 
your whore training license."


   After a minute of passing papers and checking lists, the mayor 
announced that she had the all the paperwork and that they could begin.  
She then paused as she looked at the women sitting before her. "Before 
we begin, let me say this first, that in my experience, I think all of 
you here are Alpha Females and that you all have something in common: 
you have two sides of you, one public side, one private side.  I have 
discovered in my couple of years working here that many women like you 
who are Alpha Females professionally by day, like executives, doctors, 
lawyers, entrepreneurs, and super moms, often crave to be submissive in 
the bedroom.  All women in my experience are submissive by choice or by
natural yearning which would make you an alpha submissive.  Women who 
are alpha submissives crave to relinquish control to a strong, confident
boy or girl by nature as part of their need for mental and sexual 
escape from their everyday, in-control persona.  Not being in control 
sexually is a relief from constant decision making and being in charge 
during their busy, stressful daily lives.  I believe that adult female 
submission is an act of escapism from their public personas.  Otherwise,
you wouldn't be here today."


   The mayor paused.  The women looked at each other and one or two of 
them nodded their head but said nothing.


   "Now before we get round to technical things like contracts," she 
continued, "does anyone have any questions about  what has happened so 
far?"


   A woman sitting near Janie tentatively raised her hand.


   "Yes?" Mayor Jean asked.


   "Um, I, um, have a question about Bambi," the woman stammered and 
there was a murmur of approval in the room.


   Sandy jumped in.  "Yeah, what's her story?  She's learning to be a 
nurse?"


   "And is that her real name?" another woman asked.


   The mayor smiled.  "I can see Bambi made quite an impression on you 
all. Yes, Bambi is her real name.  I've known her since she was five.  
She came here to learn about BDSM and I happened to be the whore that 
she was paired up with. Growing up she was a regular here and at the 
Young Girl club.  Her specialty is BDSM and being a DOM."


   "Well, that explains a lot!" said another woman and everybody laughed.


   "When I was starting out in the sex business I went to the Young Girl
club a lot and there she would buy me and use me and then pass me around
to her friends.  She learned her craft in the play rooms of the club.  
When her mother took her virginity at sixteen she had one year before 
she would be considered a woman.  She graduated from high school at 
seventeen and decided on becoming a nurse but to earn the money to 
attend nurses training she was working the strip club for males out on 
the edge of town, and we all know how rough it is there.  I offered her 
a job here so that she could get practical hands-on experience with the 
whores, and now she takes night courses at the community center to earn 
her nurses degree."


   "So who is the real doctor?" Sandy asked.


   "That would be Myrtle Dorcas," the Mayor smiled.


   "It seems like she's never around here," Sandy said.


   "Well, Dr.  Dorcas doesn't practice medicine anymore, well, not much 
anyway.  She is one of my better performing whores and as such her body 
and services are in great demand with the kids.  She realized when she 
started working here that being a whore was a more noble profession 
than trying to be a doctor and compete with the men."


   "Why is that?"


   "You know kids, they like to play doctor," chuckled the Mayor.


   "So she just signs off on the medical evaluations?" asked a woman 
sitting near Janie.


   "That's right.  As you have found out yourselves, Bambi has a good 
handle on things and Dr Dorcas is quite content to let boys and girls 
explore her body anyway they want.  It makes her money and the house 
money." She paused and grinned broadly.  "Is there anyone here who 
wants to complain about the way Bambi conducted her examination?"


   Everyone in the room burst out laughing, and one woman called out,
"Can she examine me again."


   Sandy leaned against Janie's shoulder and put her hand on her thigh.
 "My anus still throbs," she whispered and then giggled.  As she did so, 
the Mayor handed out three pieces of stapled paper and then returned to 
table at the front. As the women turned their attention to what they 
had been given, Janie noticed with a thrill that Sandy did not remove 
her hand.


   "This is a contract between you and the whorehouse.  It is for a 
period of one year.


   There was some murmuring.


   "I will cover the highlights of contract.  The contract stipulates 
that as a puppy girl you are the property of the whorehouse during your 
working hours for the year, starting from today. We will market you 
locally and at the elementary school and what money you make will be 
split seventy thirty." 


   "Property?  What do you mean?" asked one mother, sitting forward on 
her chair.


   "Just that.  The whorehouse owns you from the top of your head to the 
bottom of your feet and everything in between. As property you don't get
a say in how things are done here at the house: even our top money making 
whores are property and fall under the same guidelines as you."


   "What do you mean by guidelines?" the same woman asked.


   "Look at the paragraph in the middle of page two.  'As property you 
will keep your cunt and anus clean, smelling good, free of blemishes, 
scratches, unsightly hair.' Think of it this way, whores: a little girl
who is fucking you doggie style doesn't want to see a pimple on your 
ass cheek, it's unsightly and besides it hurts like hell when she 
squeezes it.  And believe me, they will always squeeze it!" the mayor 
chuckled.  "As for your face and head you will keep your hair clean and 
brushed.  You will wear make-up that makes you look like a whore.  You 
will keep your mouth clean and free of germs because we all know that 
the mouths of adult women have a lot of germs from the all the cock 
sucking and anal licking we do.  The same guidelines hold true for you 
specialty whores: even the thong bikinis that you and I are wearing have 
the words `Property of the Whorehouse' imprinted on the thin string."


   The woman nodded her head and sat back in her chair and the others 
looked closely at the string on the thong to verify that it was really 
there.


   Another mother spoke up.  "Most of us are married.  What about our 
husbands?  I mean, well, my husband can get kind of rough when he fucks 
me, and he's, well, large."


   Mayor Jean smiled.  "You will have to manage your sexual relations 
with your husband.  I suggest that you remind him of the money you hope 
to be making.  Your cunt and anus should be not be overly stretched or 
abused by him and when you go in for your weekly medical exam, Bambi 
will be inspecting your cunt and anus closely.  Keep them in shape 
whores because that is your moneymaker."


   Sandy raised her hand, the one that had been resting on Janie's thigh.
"How much of the money we make goes to the whorehouse?"


   "The house takes seventy percent of your weekly earnings as we have to 
cover our marketing costs, the cost of the rental room we assign you to, 
internet costs, taxes and your monthly depreciation value."


   "I heard that the cost of the room rental decreases as we gain 
experience," a mother asked.


   "That is true," the mayor smiled.  "As you gain more elementary 
school clients and your earning power increases we move you up in rental
rooms.  Think of it as an incentive to sell yourself as often as you can.  
Remember we get the boys and girls here but it is up to you to sell 
yourself to them.  In some cases you'll be competing with each other."


   Janie and the others nodded their heads.


   The mayor continued, "We have meetings every Friday at 5pm.  You are 
required to be here for the meetings so for those of you that have day 
jobs please make arrangements to leave work early.  If you are late or 
miss a Friday meeting then you forfeit your earnings for that night.  
In these meetings we talk about your individual sales numbers and any 
problems that might have arisen."


   Sandy raised her hand again, to Janie's regret.  "What do you mean by 
individual sales numbers?"


   "That is the number of boys or girls we want fucking you during your 
working hours."


   "So the numbers of boys or girls that fuck us during working hours is 
talked about in front of the other whores?" Sandy asked.


   "Yes, that's correct.  It is meant as an incentive for you to increase 
your availability so that you're not shamed by not meeting your sales goal.
We expect you to sell your body to as many elementary school clients as 
possible."


   Again, the women nodded.


   "In the Friday meetings will we will set weekly sales goals for you, 
meaning the number of children that we expect you to fuck."


   The mayor looked around for any questions but the women looked back at 
her, waiting for more information.


   "All whores no matter their experience level are required to spend 
unpaid time online in our chat rooms with prospective elementary school 
clients.  A small percentage of the seventy percent we make from your pay
goes to covering the cost of the internet connection.  The more sexy you 
are in the chat rooms the better the chance at bringing in new clients 
for the house.  Each booth is set-up with screens and cameras are placed 
in strategic locations within the booth.  Remember you're selling your 
body so it is up to you what you're willing to do for our clients on 
screen."


   "Where will the cameras be?" a young woman asked.


   "There are normally four: one directly in front of you, one above you, 
one pointing up between your legs and one at the back of the room for 
long shots.  In addition, there is a minicam that you can move around 
according to what you want to show.  We also have what we call tube cams:
these are small cameras mounted in the tips of dildos.  They are 
surrounded by tiny LED lights and can be used to give a direct view of
fucking your cunt or anus.  At present we only have four of these and 
I would recommend booking them in advance - they are very popular with 
many of the  whores.


   The mayor paused in case there were further questions, but there 
were none.  "There are fancy playrooms in the front  of the building 
which I will show you later.  These playrooms are for the women who are 
our money-makers.  The rooms get progressively shittier as you move 
further from the front of the building.  Since you are new whores you 
will start out in the really shitty rooms.  As you become more 
experienced you will move up.  But if you aren't booking enough boys 
and girls during your working hours you will stay in the back of the 
building.  This might sound unfair, but we find it acts as an 
excellent incentive."


   The mayor paused again, looking around.  "The next thing in the 
contract is the compensation card or as it's commonly known as the 
comp card.  Our receptionist will occasionally issue the children comp 
cards in cases where it can be shown that a child client did not get 
true value for money from the whore that he/she had hired.  
Obviously  this is something we cannot allow and in order to make 
that point, the management of the whorehouse has ordered that the 
card should be redeemable for time with anybody who works here, 
including me.  That is one of the benefits of being the receptionist; 
the power of issuing a comp card to a child. As I said all staff here
 at the house  including whores can be used for the comp card.  Nobody
 is immune from it.  In that way, if one whore offers a bad service, 
it affects everyone."


   There was a few moments silence and then a mother asked, "What do 
we get out of it?"


   "The comp card is good for thirty dollars, but the house keeps 
seventy percent.  So you make nine dollars.  The twenty-one dollars 
is written off against your monthly depreciation value and you get 
nine dollars in cash."


   The Mayor looked around the room.  "In addition, you have to let 
the child take as much time as he or she wants which will cut into 
your daily earnings.  You may end up doing things with the child that
are out of your comfort zone which is too bad.  You will not be able
to refuse: to do so would be grounds for instant dismissal."


   There was murmuring amongst the women, but the Mayor ignored the 
protests.  "There is a paragraph on the last page explaining 
dismissals.  In short, if you are dismissed you will be obligated 
to pay the whorehouse what it would have earned if you had completed
the contract, prorated of course.  We do accept payment plans."


   "How does the house figure the earnings?" asked Sandy.


   "We have a formula that was approved by me as part of my mayoral 
duties."


   I looked at Sandy and she shrugged her shoulders.  "Boy everything
seems to be stacked in the houses favor," Sandy observed quietly.


   Overhearing her, the Mayor said, "That's how it should be.  Once 
you sign the contract you're property of the whorehouse and property 
doesn't get a say in the rules."


   The women fell silent.  They knew there was nothing they could do 
but put up with the whorehouse rules.


   "Now for the marketing details.  I see that you specialty whores 
have your bag of goodies with you.  The elementary school photography 
teams are here today to take your publicity photos. There are ten 
photo teams, one for each of you.  You will be marketed on our 
website, the elementary school website and the weekly school 
newsletter.  There  will be times when we will market you on 
two-for-one specials and half-off deals."


   A mother raised her hand.  "What is a two for one deal and the 
half-off deal?"


   "For the two for one deal the boy or girl will get two of you for 
the price of one.  They will be able to mix and match different types 
of whores.  It is one of the kid's favorite sales events because they 
can combine their fantasies.  For the half-off deal, it is just that 
but you'll have to work twice as hard to make the same amount of money 
but it is a popular way for us to drawn in more clients."


   Janie felt Sandy's hand return to her thigh.  "You and me together?" 
Sandy whispered.


   "As I was saying, throughout the school year we will have several 
open houses of which you will be required to attend and mingle with 
the children.  We will pick your clothes for these open houses and 
will set the price with the children before hand."


   "I know some of you whores have kids in the elementary school 
system here in the valley.  Your children should be encouraged to 
come to these sales events and open houses and bring their friends.  
But be advised, your children do not get special privileges with you, 
they pay the same as every other child who comes through the door.  
If you want to give your child a freebie then give them one at home,
 not here."


   Another mother raised her hand.  "What if we are uncomfortable 
with the possibility that our child will pick us during these events 
or at any other time?"


   "Then decide now if you want this job because it will happen.  
If you're uncomfortable with sucking your little boy's cock or 
licking your daughter's anus then this job is not for you. Besides, 
as a proper mother you should be doing that already."


   The woman blushed and lowered her head.


   "Good, any more questions?" She paused, waiting for any response. 
"Good, please sign at the bottom of page three that you acknowledge 
the conditions of your employment."


   The Mayor waited patiently as the women did a quick read of the 
small print and signed the third page.  Once all the contracts were 
collected, she lead the women across the hall to the photo shoot room.
Inside, the fifth grade photography club were waiting for 
them, ready and organised.  Standing around the walls of the room, 
in front of small props and decorated backdrops, was an array of ten 
photographers with a small team of girls to buff the  women.


   "You'll have your photos taken in your specialty outfits.  
We want the children to imagine what you look like  without your 
clothes, it sparks their imagination.  You will also take and 
display your speciality sex toys with  your photos.  The girls 
here will touch up your make-up and hair, and make any other 
necessary tweaks to your appearance."


   As the others opened their bags of toys Janie shuddered with 
embarrassment, realising that this was where everybody got to see 
her in her fetish costume.  Blushing, she began to unpack her toys: 
her dog collar, leash, a butt plug with a black tail attached, a 
long black ribbed strap-on dildo, an "O" ring that fitted in her 
mouth, paws for hands and knees and straps to secure her ankles to 
her thighs.


   When she had finished, she glanced round to see what the other 
women had. All of them had something to show they were puppy dogs, 
but many of the women had additional items. Sandy had nipple clamps, 
clit clamps, handcuffs, extendable spreader bars and ball gags.  One 
of the mothers had mouth bit with leather strap that fitted  around 
her head like a horse would have.  She also had butt plug with hair 
attached and her bit had a leather "lead" so that she could led around 
like a pony.


   It took a long time for the photo club to get the women to sit 
naturally with their toys.  They had to relax and be themselves.  
Janie had a hard time trying to look natural on her hands and knees 
with her puppy outfit on.  It wasn't made any easier when the puff 
girls kept adjusting her tail which caused her cunt to spasm, and 
she knew that her wetness must be obvious.  Her nipples were rock hard 
as her tits swung beneath her.  One of the boys ran his finger around 
the inside of her mouth as she was dripping slobber, and then tasted her 
spit, licking his lips and smiling at her.  Where she really got jumpy 
was when one of the puff girls outlined her labia with red lipstick.  
The  youngster began by drying her off with a towel and then pulled 
and stretched her cunt lips as she applied the lipstick.  So copious 
was her cunt juice that the girl had to make several attempts to apply 
the lipstick, and the humiliation made Janie blush scarlet.  A 
different girl walked her around the room while everyone watched and 
a boy  with a smartphone snapped pictures of her which were instantly 
uploaded to the photography office.  Three long hours later when 
the photo shoot finished and Janie put on the thong bikini, the 
Mayor took the new hires on a tour of the building.


   "Here is one of the fancy playrooms.  It is rented by Maxine Hill
 the channel 5 news anchor.  She is an alpha submissive." The room 
had plush red decor throughout with gold linings.  The carpet was 
light blue and the bed was king size.  On either side of the bed 
were night stands with pictures of her and her clients.  It looked 
just like a bedroom in any house except the plush red drapes and 
bedspread.  In the middle of the room was a table with a pole 
sticking up through it and there were ropes and pulleys hanging 
from the ceiling.


   The women were suitably impressed.  "Maxine is our top money-maker.
She has a client list of sixty kids, mostly fifth and sixth graders 
but some younger ones too."


   The group worked its way down to the shitty rooms.  Each room 
had two single beds divided by a white sheet.  Next to each bed was 
an old looking night stand with a lamp on it.  The floors were tile 
with bare white washed walls.  In the corner was a well used sink 
with rust stains.


   "You will be assigned rooms back here by the end of the day.  
The rooms are double rented which means that other whores will 
use the room throughout the day at the same time as you.  I would 
suggest that you don't decorate the room as it is a shared rental. 
You and your rental mates are responsible for keeping the room 
clean, changing the  sheets and pillow cases.  We do charge a small 
fee for cleaning the bed sheets and such.  You are welcome of course 
to take the sheets home and clean them yourself but please replace 
the soiled sheets with clean sheets and pillow cases."


   The Mayor looked around.  "Any questions?" The women stood 
silently staring, traumatised by the squalid cubicles in  which 
they would have to do their whoring.  "Good!  It's lunch time so 
let's go to the kitchen.  You can bring your lunch with you or you 
can purchase items from our kitchen for a small fee."


   After lunch the group went to the chat room booths.  The area 
was actually a cubicle farm in a large open room where women used 
headsets to talk to the kids on screens in front of them. There 
were four cameras around the cubicle that gave the kids all kinds 
of angle shots.  As they walked through the room one woman slyly 
bared a nipple and laughed and another quickly flashed her skirt 
up and down giving the kids just the slightest hint of her cunt.


   As they walked around, they came across Maxine Hill and the group
walked up to her cubicle.  On the screen, a boy was sitting on a 
chair in the middle of his bedroom and was stroking his cock.  Maxine 
leaned forward and licked the screen provocatively and as she 
completed the kiss the boy fell over in his chair, his cock was 
spurting cum.  Maxine said, "Come and see me and I'll do that for 
real!"


   The Mayor lead the women on across the room "As you see whores, 
you can wear your work clothes here but you must remember to put on 
a thong  bikini from the pile over there on the floor." She pointed 
across to a jumbled pile of thongs and bikini tops by the door.


   "Can't we keep the one we're wearing?" asked a mother.


   "No.  When you get here, you must toss the one you are wearing in
 the pile and then pick one out when you're done."


   "Eww!  We have to wear a soiled bikini that someone else wore?"

   The Mayor laughed.  "My dear," she said, "it's not much different 
from rubbing cunts together, and we all know how  much fun that is! 
 Now let's move on to the bathrooms." As they walked out of the room 
she saw Sandy smiling at her and blushed.


   Like most other things at the whorehouse, the bathrooms were out 
of the ordinary.  There was just one on each floor, for use by boys, 
girls and whores.  The bathroom had no door so anybody could walk in 
and each of the twelve stalls had had their doors removed.  The 
ten urinals were placed low to the floor so that the boys could pee 
and each one had a facial picture of a whore.  The women were 
required to select one picture from the photographer to have loaded 
into the bathroom software, and the boy could change the picture 
by pushing a red button next to the urinal so that he could piss on 
the face of his favourite whore.


   At the end of the tour, the group collected their bags and were 
shown into a large room that had shelves piled with  different sex 
toys around the walls.  There seemed to be so many that for a minute 
or two, Janie and the others just stared with their mouths open.


   "This is our training and orientation room." the Mayor began.  
"As you can see it has all the sex toys and implements that you'll 
need as a whore.  Everything here can be rented by hour.  If your 
young clients come here without their toys or implements you can 
rent these for them."


   "Wait a minute, we have to pay for the rental and not our 
clients?" asked a mother incredulously.


   "Of course," smiled the Mayor.  She looked around then continued.  
"If you look over to the far side of the room you can see that we have 
the new ergonomically correct rape tables.  For health and safety 
reasons, the corners and sides of the table are rounded and there is 
more room for the child to step forward between your thighs."


   "Were many women injured by the old tables?" a woman asked, 
and the Mayor choked back her laughter.


   "It is the health and safety of the children we are concerned about, 
not the whores: they can be easily replaced.  Now if you will all 
come with me, I'll show you how the new tables function.  These are 
proving very popular and it is likely that you will end up using 
them a lot."

   The woman who asked the question stared in disbelief at the Mayor, 
but obediently followed the party across to one of the tables.


   "The new rape tables have lots of extra features, and to best 
demonstrate them I need a volunteer." The mayor looked around the 
women and pointed at Janie.  "You my dear, Janie isn't it?  Just hop 
up on the table."


   Janie felt the colour rush into her cheeks as she stepped forward 
and clambered up.  As she stretched her legs upward, she was suddenly
aware of how minimal her thong bikini was.  She sensed everyone's 
eyes on her and felt the humiliation of exposing herself so willingly,
knowing that the moisture seeping from her cunt would increase to a 
torrent.


   "Now you will notice first of all that the table has two 
indentations which are designed to fit the knees.  Janie, can you 
kneel down in the indentations so that you are facing away from us." 
Janie shuffled round on the table and settled in position, realising 
suddenly that she was facing a wall and that everyone was behind her.
"There, see how effectively that positions the woman, giving her 
stability and yet placing her knees far enough apart to make her 
cunt and anus easily accessible to her child client."


   Janie felt hands on her hips and looked round to see the Mayor 
grasping the band of her thong.  "Do you mind if we get rid of this 
silly thing?" she said and without waiting for a reply, pulled the 
thong down and out from under Janie's knees.


   The Mayor moved around beside her.  "Next, the manufacturers have 
added strapping that helps to secure the whore securely on the table. 
You can see that there is a strap here that wraps around the lower 
back, another that goes over the shoulders, and a strap for each of 
her arms.  All of them secure neatly under the table and have a quick
release mechanism if needed.


   She looked around.  "Would you help do up the straps?" she said, 
pointing at Sandy, and the two women went methodically along the table 
tightening the straps so that Janie was locked in position, unable to 
move.


   "You will notice other innovations to the design of the table," 
the Mayor continued.  "Here at the back, the tabletop  is indented,
enabling the youngster to stand closer and more comfortably when 
using a strap-on, or in the case of a boy, trying to fuck either of 
her holes.  Another ingenious idea can be seen at the other end of 
the table, but in  order to demonstrate it, Sandy, can I call on you 
again to help us?"


   Sandy grinned expectantly.  "I'd be more than happy to," she said.


   "Could you just get a strap-on from over on those shelves and put 
it on for us?" The Mayor glanced down at Janie and added, "A ten 
inch one should be enough." She patted Janie's bum. "You're doing 
very well, my dear.  Almost  finished now." She ran her finger gently 
across Janie's slit.  "I can see you are enjoying yourself." The 
women  watching chuckled and Janie wished that the ground would open
up and swallow her.


   "Now if you look at the front, there is a sliding plate which can 
be pulled out or retracted according to need.  If the child has no 
need of the whore's mouth, then it can be left retracted under the 
table.  However, if the mouth is one of the holes the child wants, 
then it can be pulled out, like so." The mayor reached forward and 
slid out a small cup shaped plate, covered with foam.  "Notice how, 
as I pull it out, the cup seems to mould on to Janie's chin, and as 
I pull further, its grip tightens and it bends the neck back until 
the head is in line with the throat."


   Janie felt her head stretched out and back and the uncomfortable 
feeling of her muscles being overstretched.  She  gasped and tried to 
swallow, but the unnatural angle made swallowing painful.


   "Are you comfortable?" the Mayor asked in an unnecessarily loud 
voice.


   "Nnnnggghhng!" replied Janie.


   "Good." She felt the Mayor's hand grasp her head.


   "Now that the chin holder is in pace, you can see how firmly the 
head is held." She stopped and turned.  "Sandy, would you pretend to 
be a little girl for us and come and stand here," she said, pointing 
to the space in front of Janie's head, and one or two of the women 
chuckled expectantly.


   Janie looked up at the dildo waving above her face and beyond it 
she could see Sandy smiling down at her.  A sense of foreboding filled
her and she tried to speak again, but all she could do was croak, as 
saliva drooled out of her mouth.


   "The manufacturers have also thought of the problem of height; our
little customers come in all shapes and sizes. As you can see at the 
moment, Sandy's strap-on is much too high to allow easy entry into the 
mouth, and if she wanted to fuck, she would have to crouch in an 
uncomfortable position." The Mayor's hand went to a button at the side 
of the table and it slowly raised up until Janie's mouth was level with
the tip of the dildo.  "The addition of a height adjuster has done away
with that problem.  Now you can see that mouth and dildo are nicely 
lined up. Sandy, just slide the tip inside Janie's mouth to show how 
comfortable that is."


   The instruction caught Janie by surprise and she was too late to 
respond as the cold plastic entered her mouth and lay on her tongue.  
It had a stale, musty taste, as if it had not been cleaned properly.


   "This adjustment mechanism is installed at both ends of the table 
so that every hole is available at whatever height, and because of the
head plate and the strapping, the whore is held securely.  One of the 
things that the little ones always complain about is when they are 
trying to fuck a whore on a rape table, she won't keep still: with the
new table, that will not happen." She paused.  "Sandy, would you 
pretend to be a horny eleven year old and give Janie's mouth a good 
fucking so that we can see the table in action?"


   Janie groaned in sudden panic and tried to move, but the table 
held her fast.  She tried to push the dildo out of her mouth but it 
was holding down her tongue and she could get no purchase.  She 
looked up at Sandy's face and saw the lust in her eyes.


   It was gentle at first, the head moving gently just within the 
confines of the mouth, but that was only at first. Sandy began to 
fuck faster, pushing the dildo deeper and harder and the women watched,
absorbed by the obscene sounds from Janie's mouth and the look of pain
and panic in her bulging eyes. As the very base of the dildo hammered 
cruelly against her bruised lips, the scent of cunt filled the air and
one woman slid her hand into her drenched thong.


   "Stop!" the Mayor shouted, and at once Sandy stopped, the dildo 
lodged to its full extent in Janie's throat.  "Now I want you to look 
at the alignment here.  If you look carefully you can see that 
swelling in her neck is in direct alignment with her mouth, making 
it so much simpler for a child to get the most from a mouth fucking 
experience."


   Janie couldn't breathe and her eyes began to bulge.  She wanted to 
shout but she had no air and she wanted to bang her hands and feet but
she couldn't move them.  Her lungs were bursting and the thick plastic 
lodged in her throat made her want to retch but somehow the position 
she was in wouldn't let 
her.

   "I suppose we had better let her get some air," the Mayor said with
a giggle.  "Pull out, Sandy, and then come round to the other end so
I can show you the tilt mechanism."


   Sandy withdrew the plastic cock slowly, and Janie gasped desperately
for air, her throat pulsing painfully as her lungs tried to refill.
Beneath her, her tits rose and fell as she sucked in oxygen, and tears
squeezed out of her eyes.


   "Nghjgggfukngcnt!" she tried to say between lung-filing.


   "Nonsense, my dear," the Mayor said contemptuously.  "You know, 
you really are going to have to practice that, Janie.  That was 
nothing in comparison to some pre-teens I've had in my mouth!" She 
looked around.  "Now we're just going to use you to demonstrate the 
tilt mechanism and then we'll untie you and let you get your breath 
back."


   For Janie, the words didn't really register, something about 
untying her. She felt her body begin to relax as her breathing 
stabilised and she tried carefully to swallow some of the saliva that 
had gathered in her mouth.


   "The tilt mechanism is designed to give our youngsters the best 
of both worlds.  Once the level of the table has been set, this 
final button will set what the manufacturers humorously call The Angle
of Entry.  If the child selects cunt, the table will stay level; if
 she selects anus, the table will automatically tilt slightly upwards."


   She smiled and looked at Sandy.  "Let's start with cunt, just a 
few strokes to show how well it is lined up."


   Sandy stepped into the indented gap at the end of the table and 
lined up the head of the dildo with Janie's slit and once satisfied, 
pushed deep inside and thrust in and out a few times before pulling 
back.  Janie moaned her surprise at the sudden cold intrusion and 
sucked in painful breaths.  As Sandy pulled out, the dildo seemed to 
free a reservoir of white viscous cream which slimed down over Janie's 
thighs or fell in long clinging strands onto the table top.


   The women were quiet now, each caught up in a growing sense of 
anticipation.  The Mayor pressed the button again and the table 
tilted, bringing Janie's anus in line with the dripping dildo.


   "Now the anus," the Mayor said, her voice hinting at arousal.  
She looked at Sandy.  "I really think Janie needs a little help 
understanding what it means to be a whore.  Like a horny pre-teen? 
I'll tell you when to stop."


   Sandy stepped forward and lined the dildo up a second time as 
Janie, unknowing, recovered her breath.  She seemed to wait and as
the tension built, all eyes were fixed on the glistening dildo tip. 
Then she lunged.


   Janie tried to scream but her swollen throat would let her, 
emitting instead an animal screech.  Burning pain seemed to ignite
her anus and the cold harsh plastic scrapped and bruised the walls 
of her rectum.  As the rapid thrusts continued the sounds coming 
from her mouth grew more raw and strangulated, until they became 
just an indecipherable gargle from her aching lungs.


   Around her, the women watched in silence, their eyes held by
the thrusting dildo and the stretched anus: two of them fingered 
themselves quite openly, aroused beyond measure by the raped 
asshole, and Sandy fucked, lost in her own lust.  It seemed an 
age before the Mayor spoke, long after Janie, apart from her 
rasping breaths, had fallen silent.


   "Stop." Mayor Jean looked down at Janie's heaving body.  
"Welcome to the whorehouse," she said quietly.


   Sandy stopped, her body wreathed in sweat, and pulled the 
dildo slowly from the gaping asshole: it was covered in slime 
and flecks of shit clung obscenely to the pink plastic.  Beyond
her, Janie moaned plaintively at her emptiness.


   "Right!" the Mayor said, her voice suddenly full of energy. 
 "Now we have dealt with rape tables, we need to get on to sex 
toys.  If you will all follow me?" She turned to Sandy.  "If you 
could sort out Janie please?  I'll give you a few minutes to catch
us up.  We'll be in the next room down the corridor." She turned 
and the party headed across the room and through the door.


   Sandy walked round and stood in front of Janie's head, holding
 the filthy dildo just inches from her mouth.  Janie looked at it 
and then looked up.  She tried to smile but her swollen lips made 
it difficult, and tears still escaped from her reddened eyes.


   "Do you want to be my bitch, puppy girl?" Sandy asked softly. 
 "Just open your mouth to say yes.  I will be gentle."


   At first there was no movement but then the bruised lips slowly 
opened. Sandy moved forward, sliding the obscene plastic into the 
abused mouth and as the dildo slid slowly back and forth over her 
tongue, Janie groaned.


   Afterwards, after Sandy had unfastened all the straps, she helped 
Janie sit up and held her for a moment as her breathing steadied.


   "How did you know?" Janie asked, her voice no more than a strained 
whisper.


   "Know what?" Sandy stroked her damp hair gently.


   "That I wanted you to...."


   "Your cunt told me," Sandy said.  "Remember, in this business it 
is always your cunt that betrays you." She helped Janie off the 
table and held her arm as she walked unsteadily across the room, 
pausing only to select another thong from the fragrant pile by the 
door.


*********


   As the door to the resources room opened, they all turned to look. 
Janie had recovered enough to walk on her own and she held herself 
upright, despite the pain in her neck.  In an unspoken understanding, 
she smiled shyly at the women and they smiled back.


   Mayor Jean waited until they had reached the tables and then 
continued as if nothing had happened.  "On the table in front of 
you'll see an assortment of dildos and strap-ons.  It is important 
that you are aware that these dildos have not been washed or 
sanitized, so if you use one and you're sucking it, you will taste 
the juices of the previous whore."


   Janie's gasp, partly strangled by her swollen throat, made 
everyone look round at her and she blushed heavily.


   "How come the dildos aren't cleaned after use?" asked a mother.


   "We don't have time and we're not going to hire somebody to do 
it as it takes away from our profits." There was a hint of anger 
in the Mayor's voice.  "We have put our little customers first 
rather than our own petty problems." She glared at the women for 
a moment, and then turned back to the table.

   "Firstly there is a two-strap harness.  Please pick one up and 
examine it. Some of you might remember these from when you were 
younger, and you might also be wondering why I'm telling you about 
them when you will be on the receiving end." She paused and grinned 
at Janie, who in turn blushed.  "The point is that you need to be in 
a position to help  your young client, and that includes putting on 
strap-ons." 


   "In its most basic form, the two-strap harness is similar to a 
g-string or a thong a girl might wear.  One strap goes around her 
waist, like a belt, the other goes between her legs and connects to 
the other strap in the middle  at the lower back.  While these are 
simple, many tweens find them uncomfortable because to the strap 
rubs against their anus and other areas, and they sometimes do not 
hold the dildo very firmly, causing it to sag, flop, or twist.  The
manufacturers of the two-strap harness have not improved on its 
fuckability."


   She paused in order to let the women examine them, some of them 
laughing as memories of their childhood came flooding back. 
"Three-strap harnesses have one strap around youngster's waist, but 
instead of one strap between the legs, it has two straps, one around 
each thigh, rejoining the first strap near the front.  This design 
leaves the girl's cunt and anus uncovered for the times she wants to 
feel that mature tongue."


   Everybody giggled and Janie found herself giggling too, the ache in 
her anus easing.  She always did like this one when she was pre-teen: 
it held the dildo tighter and took the push and pull of fucking a lot 
better; if she fitted it tight enough, she used to be able to grind 
the base against her clit.


   The mayor moved over to a clothing rack.  "Strap-on harnesses are 
built into various clothing items now, most often as a corset or other 
item of feminine lingerie.  Clothing line manufacturers like "Sir Denim"
have done a lot of research into tween clothing lines and clothes that
older teenagers like to wear."


   "These clothes are for fantasy purposes and not for everyday wear?"
a mother asked as she ran her fingers over a thick dildo sticking out
from a fairy costume.


   "These clothes here are for fantasy purposes.  If the young client 
needs to have her imagination sparked a little then suggesting that she
wear one of these outfits should do the trick. But yes, these clothes 
can also be worn as everyday attire or even at school.  The Sir Denim 
line has an excellent range of tops and bottoms that fit perfectly 
with the strap-on.  It is even possible to unscrew the dildo and carry 
it separately."


   The mayor moved a little further down the table and the whores 
followed her.  "Now these strap-ons with the dildo attached are 
designed to be worn underneath the clothing you see here. The shorts, 
skirts and pants are designed to secure the dildo unobtrusively and 
then quick release when it is needed. This way the girl can quickly 
initiate intercourse with a woman by mounting her doggie style in a 
location that is convenient for the girl."


   The mayor walked over to a large cupboard at the end of the room 
and opened the doors to display a large range of more unusual devices.
"Strap-on harnesses are not limited to the crotch area of a girl, 
indeed many types are available for other body parts.  A popular one 
at the strip clubs is the thigh harness, which attaches a dildo to the 
girl's thigh, allowing for many unique positions as the woman does her 
lap dance for the girl.  Another popular design attaches a dildo to
the chin of the woman, allowing vaginal penetration while she licks and 
sucks on the anus of another woman.  A variation on this design is a 
gag-style harness, in which a cock gag is inserted into the woman's 
mouth and a dildo protrudes at the other end.  You will find all of 
these useful at sometime or another, particularly if your young client
wants to watch you with another whore." She paused and giggled.  
"Don't be surprised if they take you home to fuck their own mothers!"


   The Mayor bent over and pulled an inflatable ball from under the 
table. "This one is called a Vac-u-lock dildo. This dildo will attach 
to just about any household object, allowing for many creative uses.  
The dildo could be attached to a chair, bed, or any other item of 
furniture and the woman can penetrate herself for the amusement of 
the young girls watching her."


   "Now that you have seen the range of toys available, it is just 
as important for a whore to think about how to use them to satisfy 
her client." The Mayor walked over to a large touch screen and 
tapped it.  A series of explicit pictures of women being fucked by 
young girls with strap-ones appeared. "Of course, there are 
infinite ways that  your client might fuck you, but they can be
divided into several broad categories.  The most popular is called 
pegging which is when a tween uses a strap-on dildo to penetrate the 
woman anally, either in doggy style or the reverse cowgirl style." 
She pointed at the appropriate pictures.


   "I thought pegging was when a woman fucks a man in his ass," 
Sandy said. Janie looked at her and blushed.


   "That is true, a mature woman fucks a man in his ass, but I 
suppose you could say we've hijacked the term to mean pre-teen girls 
and younger fucking a whore in her ass.  In whorehouse terms, it 
seems so appropriate, and remember,  whores' strap-ons are one means for a 
young girl to enjoy penetration of the mature woman.  You need to 
encourage her to do this."


   "Another popular method with tweens and teens, and one which all 
women find enjoyable, is simultaneous cunt and anal penetration.  
Tweens can use a double-penetration dildo discussed previously, or 
two girls using their strapon's can penetrate the woman anally and 
in her cunt.  The older teen girls will also use a strap-on for 
penetrative sex while denying the woman the ability to orgasm.  They 
get a thrill or a rush watching the woman in sexual frustration 
because she is not allowed to cum."


   "Tweens using a strap-on for any of the purposes I mentioned, often 
like to have the woman suck on it after the session is over.  It's 
something to do with role reversal that turns girls on: it seems all 
young girls like the power of standing over a kneeling adult 
woman and fucking her mouth. Perhaps that is why they so often do it 
after anal sex." Remembering, Janie glanced across at Sandy and saw 
her smiling at her.


   After they had finished in the toy room the women were led down 
the hall to the cage room.


   "This room has been especially furnished for your puppy girl 
speciality: it is where you will be waiting for kids  to pick you out. 
You will be assigned a dog cage and each cage has a food and water 
bowl, doggie bedding, and area at the back where you can poop and pee 
without getting the cage dirty. We encourage you to hold your poop and 
pee throughout the day until you get here to work.  The kids for some 
reason love to see a pile of poop or a puddle of pee in puppy girl's 
dog cage.  I think it adds that note of authenticity to their fantasy."


   "What do we do while we're waiting here?" asked one of the mothers.


   "Look pretty and cute.  When the kids come by to pick one of you out, 
be enthusiastic like a real dog would."


   "How do the kids pay for us?" another asked.


   "The kids pay for the use of a puppy ahead of time, either online 
or with cash when they get here.  They then come here to pick one of 
you out.  They will be expecting a lively happy puppy waiting for them, 
and that is what you have to give them if you want to start earning 
your money."



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   When they left the meeting, Sandy was in a fuming temper.  All 
of the women had been paired with other whores to share rooms and she 
had ended up in what she said was the shittiest room in the building. 
Janie had secretly hoped that she would take her home after the 
meeting, but ended up going home alone.


   After she had pulled into her driveway, she sat in her car, 
contemplating the near future.  She started work, started whoring, 
on Friday, which gave her four days to prepare herself. She giggled: 
at least her anus would have a chance to recover.  And then she 
realised how wrong she was.  When Sandy 'raped' her on that table, 
it was really no more than she might expect from an energetic tween, 
and she might end up doing that night after night.  She couldn't let 
her anus relax: she had to familiarise it with being fucked, stretch 
it around cruel dildos.  She shivered, but she felt the moisture in 
her cunt.  Sandy was right, it was her cunt that betrayed her.


   She looked out the driver side window and noticed kids playing 
down the street.  They looked about elementary school age kids and 
she wondered idly how many them she would have to service if they 
came to the whorehouse and once they  did, would they find out where she 
lived?  Now there was a thought!  How about a side business at home 
with the kids on her block.  It would be a risk because management 
would get very upset with her.


   Thursday evening came quicker than expected.  She had been at 
Sandy's apartment and Sandy had fucked her asshole twice.  The pain 
was much less now and Janie pretended to herself that she was doing 
it solely for practice, but the  cunt cream on her thighs told a 
different story.  That evening, back in her own home, she wondered 
again if she was doing the right thing and read through the cost 
list again:

   Five dollars for a cock suck for boy's age's five to nine.  Ten 
dollars for a cock suck for boy's age's ten and eleven.  Eight 
dollars for sucking a cock and licking the balls and anus of a boy 
age five to nine.  Twelve dollars for sucking a cock and licking 
the balls and anus of a boy age ten and eleven.

   
For ten minutes of face slapping, tit slapping, cunt slapping, 
and ass cheek slapping, five dollars for boys and three dollars 
for girls.  Being spit on and peed on was eight dollars for boys 
and five dollars for girls.  Fifteen minutes of face sitting for 
boys was ten dollars and five dollars for girls.  Boys ages ten 
and eleven cunt and ass fucking was fifteen dollars for twenty 
minutes.  For girls using their strap-on it was ten dollars but 
if the whore provided the strap-on for the girl then it was twelve 
dollars.


   For the bondage room the rates were twenty dollars for a 
half-hour and forty dollars for an hour.  At these rates there 
were no limitations on what the kids could do.  If the child ran 
out of ideas then it was up to the whore to suggest ideas and 
positions to the child. For two for one nights, the child got two 
whores who had to compete for the child's attention.  Children 
were encouraged to fill out simple satisfaction survey after the 
event on which they could indicate their favorite whore.


   Her doubts were answered when she went to bed.  Before she 
drifted off to sleep, she fantasised about the bondage room: 
she was tied up with thick ropes, unable to move; a small boy, 
perhaps nine years old, was slapping her tits with a steel ruler 
while his older sister fucked her with a double headed strap-on.  
She bucked and rolled on her bed as she worked fingers into her 
cunt and anus and had the best cum of her life.


   Working with the kids would be so much fun.



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   End of Part 1: Janie's puppy girl adventure continues in Part 2.