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 Christian School of Humility (Jack Gets Humbled) Part 2 of 2

   Thirteen-year-old Jack thinks he has the world in the palm of his hand.
All of that quickly changes when he gets pulled into a plot to turn him
into a Humbled Girl.  Will Jack be able to resist his training and all the
mind games?  Or, will Janice be born?

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   By The Devil's Advocate

   19.

   The rest of Sunday becomes a bit of a blur.  I remember the ass fucking
and subsequent anal climax in great detail of course.  However, after that
Danielle puts me on my side for my cleanup duty.  This quickly goes from
cleanup to another deep throat lesson.  The rest of the night is fuzzy. 
I'm not sure but I think he ended up fucking my ass once more and taking my
throat twice more.  I think I blocked most of the details out.  It is also
possible that Danielle throat fucked the details out of my head via oxygen
deprivation.  Who knows how many millions of brain cells I ended up losing.


   I could be wrong but I don't think I had any more anal climaxes for the
rest of the night.  I'm guessing I can only have those when my balls are
hurting the most.  That seems to be the correlation anyway.  My balls still
ache but nowhere near as much.

   I wake Monday morning to the sound of Danielle running a bath.  I look
at the clock and see that it is an hour before my normal wake up time.  I
immediate close my eyes to go back to sleep.  However, I then remember my
weekend vacation with Danielle is over.  This week could end up being just
as bad as the prior one.  I'm not sure I can survive that.

   I don't know where I get the balls but I decide to make an escape
attempt.  Unknown to everyone, I've been creating an escape kit during the
past several days.  Unfortunately, there isn't much to it yet.  There is
just a roll of medical tape and some plastic food packaging.  It isn't much
but it should be enough to get me into the hallway.  With luck I will make
it another 20 yards to the main hall where the students will be roaming
around.  I will make the trip naked so they can clearly see I'm a boy.

   If I was more awake then I would probably talk myself out of this plan.
It isn't very well thought out and for all I know the students are already
aware there are boys attending here.  Though, I do find that a little
unlikely.  There is also the change that they might be too scared to tell
their parents about it.  Then there is the factor of the parents not
wanting to tarnish the school's name.  Yeah, it is a sucky plan.  But half
asleep it somehow seems like a good one.  The sad part is that this is
probably the best plan I've come up with in the past week or so.

   Still, my focus isn't where it should be.  I find myself thinking more
about what might happen this week if I don't escape and not enough about
the escape itself.  Or even more important, what will happen when I'm
caught.  Yes, I said "when".  Getting caught is a given.  It's the middle
of winter after all and I'm going to be naked.  I don't think I would want
to face the cold elements even if I had my school clothes on.

   Danielle's bath lasts about 20 minutes.  When he finally comes out I
close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.  He walks past the bed and on into
the hall.  I jump up and lift up the mattress where I have been hiding my
escape kit.  I grab the plastic and quickly push it under my collar where I
know the metal contacts are.  I then look out into the hall.

   My plan is to sprint down the hall right when Danielle opens the door.
I'm certain I can reach it right before it closes.  However, when I look
into the hall he isn't there.  Oh, shit!  Is he watching me in the
observation room?  Did he already make it out the door?  The plan is going
to shit very fast.

   I start to panic but then hear a noise in my other room.  Of course, he
is probably putting my clothes and plug in my bathroom.  He probably also
needs to touch up his makeup and hair.  I don't know how long I have so I
jump back into bed and pull the plastic from my collar.  I want to keep it
ready so I stash it under the covers.

   I lay there for another 20 minutes before I hear Danielle walking back
toward the hall.  I hear him walk into my room and next to the bed.  For an
instant I fear he has figured out what I'm up too.  However, he just gives
me a kiss on the forehead and starts walking away again.  The second he is
out the door I quickly replace the plastic and go to my door.  The hallway
is a long stretch but I can clearly hear the beeping as Danielle types in
his code.

   There is a short buzzing sound as the door unlocks.  I peak around the
corner and get ready to sprint.  However, right when I'm about to kick off
I see a large black hand grasp the door from the outside.  I almost pee
myself.

   There aren't too many blacks that work at the school.  Not that many
black students now that I think about it.  I'm pretty sure I know who this
hand belongs too.  The hand looks huge and is very high on the door.  There
is only one black man in this school that big... Ray.  He's a security
guard here and one big mother fucker.

   I chat with him often.  Or at least I did while I was janitor.  He
actually has a pretty interesting story also.  You would think a security
guard would be poor.  Ray is actually probably the richest employee in the
school.  He's even richer than the Dean.  He apparently inherited all of
his money from his parents.  He even has a younger sister who graduated
from here several years back.  Rumor has it he works at the school for
free. His only fee is being allowed to play with the kids from time to
time.

   While his story is interesting, the main reason I hung around him was in
hopes of someday seeing him in action.  I can only imagine how big his cock
must be and how a little 10 or 11-year-old would look trying to handle it.
I never got the chance though.  He always takes the kids into private rooms
when he plays with them.  I tried to peak at his cock a few times in the
bathrooms but the urinal partitions just don't allow it.  Not without
making it obvious anyway.  The closest I've come to seeing his dick is the
impression it makes under his pants.  He must be very virile because he
seemed to have a hard on every time I met with him.  While the impression
in his pants gives a good estimate it just isn't the same as seeing it
exposed.

   I debated a few times whether I should ask my sisters if they ever got
dicked by Ray.  However, I just couldn't think of a good way of asking
without it making me sound like I was interested in the guy in a gay kind
of way.

   I knew he had an office not far from this hall but it hadn't really
occurred to me that he might be one of the main guards for this secure area

   Ray holds the door open while Danielle easily ducks under his arm and
walks away.  As I watch this I can't decide what to do.  Should I run to
him and ask for help?  Should I run and get under my covers?  The first
option isn't very smart.  We seemed to be okay friends but he's a security
guard for goodness sake.  He has to know what is going on in here.  To
include what is going on with me.

   No, the second option is best.  However, I delay too long and he sees me
peaking down the hall.  He just raises his right index finger and shakes it
back and forth.  Then he turns and leaves, locking the door behind him. 
It's a small gesture but speaks volumes.  He obviously knew what I was up
too.

   Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!

   He knows I was trying to escape!  Then I remember the video camera. 
Shit!  He has video of it even!  I'm so screwed!

   I quickly remove the plastic from my collar and toss it in the trash
can. I also grab the roll of tape and do the same with it.  It is kind of
late now but at least this will show them that I might have learned my
lesson.  A punishment will still be required but maybe it will be a hand
spanking and not one with that nasty whip.  Plus, there is always that tiny
chance Ray won't report me... though I find that unlikely.

   I shiver under the covers in fear for the next 20 minutes until the
alarm goes off.  Going through my morning routine seems trivial right now,
but I quickly go about it.  If anything, it might help show them how sorry
I am for attempting escape.

   My enema, shower and makeup are all a blur.  All I can think about is
what is going to happen to me once the Dean finds out about my escape
attempt.

   As a minimum, I'm sure they will take away my food supply.  So, after
I'm all dolled up I go to the kitchenette with the intent to eat what
little food is left there.

   "That bitch!" I groan when I find the bread and cheese is missing.

   I don't really mean it.  Well, not really.  I'm upset with Danielle but
mainly I'm just taking my anxiety and frustrations out on him for me
getting caught earlier.

   At least he left the egg.  I haven't been that hungry lately and the egg
is probably enough to get me through the day.

   "Fuck!" I say much too loudly when I crack the egg open and find it is
raw.

   Could this day possibly get any worse?  Stupid question... of course it
can and probably will.

   I have the egg cracked in half... one half in my left hand and the other
half in my right.  I stare down in disgust as I debate whether I should eat
it or not.  I keep telling myself I don't want too.  However, the obvious
counter point is that I have to eat something and a raw egg is better than
dog food.  Yet, I don't want to eat a raw egg.  My mind goes back and forth
like this for over a minute.

   "Stop being a pussy and just fucking eat it!" the voice in my head
yells. "If Rocky can do this than you can."

   Okay, don't ask me how I got the gull to compare myself to Rocky.  Rocky
is about as manly as a man can get.  Me... well, I'm wearing fucking makeup
and a girl's school uniform.

   The yolk ended up within the shell in my right hand so I choose to eat
the left portion first.  I close my eyes tight and empty the half shell
into my mouth.  Oh, God!  This is even worse than I expected.  It takes all
my will power not to spit the foul substance out.  My brow and nose scrunch
up in disgust as I force myself to swallow.  Yeah, I'm definitely no Rocky.

   The egg is even more viscous than sperm.  However, just like sperm it
seems to stick to everything as it slithers down my throat.  God is it
disgusting.

   I tell myself that there is just no way I can eat the other half.  Not
with the yellow yolk in there.  I walk to the bathroom to flush it. 
However, before I dump it I remind myself it is still better than dog food.
Oh, God!  It is absolutely horrid as I swallow the second half.  I feel the
yellow yolk go straight to my stomach but the clear outer part leaves a
gooey trail behind just like the first half.

   I gag over the toilet for a moment but manage to keep the egg in my
belly.  My stomach feels much better once I drink some water from the
facet. I don't feel any of it in my mouth anymore but I still brush my
teeth again just to make sure.

   I almost pee myself when I enter the guest room and find the Dean
standing there.  I swallow hard when I see the doctor is there as well.

   "Time for your ET and BS," the Dean says with a smile.

   I forgot to ask Danielle about these acronyms and therefore still have
no clue what they mean.  The Dean says it though like I should already know
what they mean.  Normally this would piss me off but right now it is the
sweetest sound ever.  Like everything else, I'm sure I'm not going to enjoy
this.  However, it is something they already said they had planned for me.
Therefore, this is not a punishment for my escape attempt.  This means the
Dean either doesn't know about it yet or isn't that upset about it.  I know
I'm not off the hook yet, but as a minimum it is at least a short reprieve.

   "Disrobe and get on the bed," the doctor informs me.  "Remove the plug
also."

   I quickly comply.  With a possible pending punishment hovering over my
head, I have extra reason to please them today.  I do keep a close eye
though on the doctor and the instruments he is taking out of his bag.

   There is no piss or other tubes, so that is a good sign.  However, the
items he does bring out are things I've never seen before.  One item looks
like some kind of odd rod.  The length of it is only a half inch wide but
it has a large 2 inch metal ball on the end of it.  I already know this is
probably going up my asshole.  I just don't understand why.  I'm concerned
but not too much.  I know my hole can handle something that big.

   The second item concerns me a whole lot more.  It is a small half foot
square box with controls on it.  The doctor plugs it into the wall outlet
and it makes a low humming sound.  What really concerns me are the wires
coming out of it.  There are about a half dozen and the end of each wire is
what looks like a very thin needle.  Maybe this is a punishment after all.

   "She learns fast," the doctor chuckles when he sees I've already
positioned myself on the bed on my hands and knees with my ass pointed
toward him.

   "I've been meaning to talk to you about that," the Dean says.  "Are you
sure you haven't dosed her too much?  She seems way too... compliant."

   I blush as they talk about me like I'm a dog or something.  I'm assuming
they are talking about the estrogen or some other drug they have forced on
me.  Drugged or not, I'm still humiliated that they find me "too
compliant". However, it is a good indication they don't know about my
escape attempt yet.

   The doctor frowns at the Dean.  His face turns red with anger and for a
second I think he is going to take a swing at the larger man.

   "I assure you that her dosage is well regulated," he growls.  "Has it
ever occurred to you that maybe she just enjoys all of this?"

   The Dean just shrugs it off and motions for the doctor to continue with
my "treatment".

   My blush deepens when I hear the doctor suggest I might enjoy all of
this.  Sure, I've had a few insanely good climaxes but that doesn't mean I
enjoy or want to be doing any of this gay shit.  I want to yell this at
them but know better.  It won't change anything... other than maybe anger
them.

   The doctor gives me a thorough inspection.  I suspect this is just a
normal part of every treatment.  You know, first make sure everything is
okay before you do harm... that seems to be the main precept of medical
ethics in this place.

   "Are they sensitive?" he asks as he rubs his finger lightly over my left
nipple.

   "Yes, sir," I barely whisper.

   "Speak up," the doctor says as he gives the nipple a hard pinch.

   "Yes, sir!" I yell out in pain.  "They are very sensitive, sir!"

   "She needs to work on her pain tolerance," the doctor says to the Dean.
"Maybe she needs specialized training in this area."

   "Nice try, doc," the Dean chuckles.  "She will get to choose just like
all the other girls."

   "But, not all the other girls get to choose," the doctor points out.

   I'm guessing that they are talking about me choosing a mentor.  It is
the only thing that makes sense in this context anyway.  I'm not sure, but
I think the doctor just asked for that choice to be taken away from me; for
him to be assigned by the Dean as my mentor.

   I'm glad the request is denied.  However, it does confuse me.  If the
Dean has this power then why doesn't he just assign himself?  My only guess
is that he needs parental consent to deviate from the normal school
protocol.  Such a strict rule seems silly considering the nature of the
topic.  It seems to put way too much power into the hands of the student
and parent; which is odd for this place.  I'm guessing rule was put there
by the school board and not the Dean.  You don't see me complaining.

   The Dean ignores the doctor's last comment.  However, the doctor stares
him down.

   "Okay, I will talk to her father about it," the Dean relents.

   I swallow hard when I hear this.  I pray that the Dean is just following
through with this request in order to please the doctor and not because he
thinks my father might actually consent to it.  Daddy, please don't
consent! I am already 99 percent sure I don't want the doctor as my mentor.
Who would?

   The doctor continues with his examination.  He fiddles with my nuts,
asshole and clit.  He also asks various questions about how they feel.  I
am a bit surprised though when he asks about my appetite.  Specifically, he
asks if I have had a loss of appetite recently.  I confirm that I have. 
I'm always a little hungry but nothing like I should be.  Not considering
how little I get to eat each day.

   "Good... good," he mumbles.

   Good!?  How is a loss of appetite good?  I can only guess it is a normal
side effect of what they are giving me.  I fear though that at this rate I
will lose a lot of weight and become rather frail in a matter of weeks.

   "She is ready for a bigger plug," the doctor says as he inspects my
hole.

   "I want you to start using a number 3, Janice," the Dean tells me.

   "A two!" the doctor quickly interrupts.  "You can take her up to a three
in a week or two maybe."

   The doctor really confuses me sometimes.  He doesn't seem to like me and
clearly enjoys causing me pain, yet I've seen him often jump to my defense.
I would write it off as part of his oath as a doctor.  However, I doubt
that is the case.  He only seems to do it around the Dean.

   I think this is more about some kind of rivalry going on between the
two. It does make a lot of sense.  They both seem to have their own level
of power.  Plus, they are both similar in how sadistic they can be.  You
would think they would be the best of friends.  However, there is one
obvious difference that puts a wedge between them... that being their manly
hood.  It sounds immature but it makes sense... at least to me.  The Dean
is a big man and has a huge manly cock.  However, the doctor is much
smaller and can't even get hard.  I can easily see the Dean inadvertently,
if not purposefully, rubbing this fact in the doctor's face.  And I
certainly can understand why the doctor would resent him for it.

   My attention quickly returns to the doctor when I see him pull my cock
cage's special screwdriver out of his pocket.  I don't get my hopes up too
high though.  I remember what happened the last time he removed it.

   "I need to remove your cage for your treatment," he informs me.  "I
can't have you squirting all over the place though.  So, do you want me to
milk you first or..."

   He pauses for a second as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a
hypodermic needle.

   "Please milk me, sir!" I quickly beg before he can complete his
sentence.

   My quick response gets a chuckle out of both of them.  I don't care;
anything to avoid that damn needle.  Hell, I don't even know what milking
me means.  I can't imagine it could possibly be worse.  With the Dean here
I'm sure the shot would have been in one of my nuts like they have been
threatening to do for some time now.

   I watch as the doctor puts the needle away.  He then grabs the rod with
the metal ball on the end.  He brings it to my mouth.  I know what he wants
and quickly start licking it.  It clearly is going in my asshole next so I
make sure it gets plenty of slobber.  As I lube it I notice something I
missed before.  The bottom end of the rod has a wire extending from it
about two feet.  At the end of that wire is a metal alligator clip.  I
remember the clothes pins from yesterday and pray that he doesn't plan to
clip that on my nut sack.

   "Clip it to his nuts," the Dean says as though reading my mind.

   I get ready to bolt from the bed.  I know how hard alligator clips can
pinch.  There is no way I could bear that kind of pain.

   "His pain tolerance is way too low for that," the doctor says in an
almost sarcastic tone.

   The doctor's message is pretty clear to even me.  If the Dean wants to
get medical clearance for extremely painful procedures/training then he is
going to have to ensure the doctor becomes my mentor.

   For now, the decision seems to be out of both of their hands.  It is for
my father and/or I to decide.  The Dean and the doctor's little rivalry
though works to my benefit... this time.  Instead of clamping my nut sack
the doctor clamps it to my metal cock cage.  I still don't understand the
clamp's purpose but at least I'm spared some pain.

   "Oh!" I groan as the large metal ball pops past my anal ring.

   The metal ball at the end of the rod is cold and hard... even harder
than my plug.  It isn't that bad though once it is past my ass ring.  It
just feels a little odd is all.

   As the doctor works the ball around inside me, the Dean walks over and
sits on the bed just a couple feet in front of my face.  I try to look down
but he puts his index finger under my chin and lifts until I'm looking him
in the eye.

   "Oh!" I moan with pleasure.

   "I think you found his clit," the Dean chuckles.

   Do they plan to rub my clit until the cum pours out?  I guess it does
kind of meet the concept of "milking".  I blush but don't dare try to turn
away from the Dean's evil stare.

   "Now be a good girl for daddy and try to hold your place," the Dean
orders as he puts his large right hand on my left shoulder.

   "AW!" I scream a second later when a bolt of lightning fires into my
clit.

   I instinctively try to escape by jumping forward but the Dean's hand
holds me in place.

   What the fuck was that?!  The lightning bolt shot through my clit,
across my taint and up my dick.  It was extremely unpleasant.

   "AW!" I scream again when another jolt fires through me.

   This time, however, it is followed by spasms deep inside me.  The spasms
are mixed with pain but I immediately recognize them.

   "I'm going to make a mess, sir!" I quickly warn them.

   They just chuckle as my hips hump at the air and cum starts firing out
the end of my cock cage.  This climax obviously feels odd, but it seems a
lot closer to a "real" climax than the ones I have when Danielle fucks my
hole.  I will take those climaxes any day over this one though.  This one
is way too scary to be fully enjoyed.

   "You better give her a couple more just to make sure you got it all,"
the Dean says as he looks directly in my eyes.

   I can't imagine there being anything left inside me.  I expect the
doctor to counter the order.

   "Maybe you are right," the doctor says after a moment.  "She is a bit of
a slut."

   So much for consistency.  I suspect the desire to shock me a couple more
times has overridden the doctor's hatred for the Dean.

   "AW!" I scream after each of the two shocks.  Nothing else shoots out
though.

   "Clean," the Dean orders once the doctor removes the device from my cage
and asshole.

   I'm about to turn around to lick the bed sheets but I see the Dean is
holding a paper plate in his hand.  The plate has a large quantity of cum
on it.  The doctor must have snuck it under me in order to collect all my
ejaculate.

   I cringe in disgust as the Dean runs his index and middle fingers across
the mess.  How can he do something so disgusting?  Who am I to talk, I'm
about to lick those fingers clean.  He brings them to my lips and I do
exactly that.  Or at least I try too.  Before I can give them a good lick
he pushes them past my lips and into my mouth.  God I wish I had the balls
to bite his fingers.  It would teach the mother fucker a much needed
lesson. Of course I don't.  I just close my lips around them and suck and
lick.

   He pulls his fingers out and I close my lips and swallow.  He continues
my feeding until every drop is cleaned off the plate.  It is so humiliating
that my face is beat red and I'm crying by the time he finishes.

   "Roll over," the doctor orders once the Dean pulls away.

   When I roll over I discover my cage is no longer on me.  My cleanup duty
was so humiliating that I hadn't even noticed the doctor remove it.  I
quickly discover though that my cleanup isn't complete yet.  The doctor's
gloved hand is holding both halves of my cage out to me.  I can easily see
that the inside of each piece is coated with my jizz.  I reluctantly take
them from him and lick them clean.  It is humiliating but not as bad as
licking it from the Dean's fingers.

   "Hand," the doctor orders.

   He is on my right side so I reach out to him with my right hand.  He
takes it and then locks it in place using the leather cuff that is chained
to that side of the bed.  The Dean is standing to my left and just snaps
his fingers.  I don't want to give him my left hand but I have no choice. A
moment later and it is cuffed as well.  I'm now almost completely helpless.
Not like I wasn't already.  I get really concerned when they spread my legs
wide and bind my ankles as well.

   "You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment," the Dean
whispers to me as he sits next to me on the bed.

   He then starts running his fingertips back and forth across the hair
stubble on my groin.  As he does this I notice the doctor moving the metal
box further down the bed near my right hip.  I really start to sweat when I
see this.

   "Please don't," I beg.

   I don't even know what they plan to do.  All I know is that electricity
plus needles plus groin does not equal anything good.

   "Janice, do you know what electrolysis is?" the doctor asks in a
surprisingly professional manner as he puts on some odd looking glasses.

   "No, sir," I say as I try to stop my tears.

   The truth is that the term sounds familiar but I have no clue what it
is. All I know is that ET must stand for electrolysis treatment.

   "Have you ever noticed how some of the girls in the school never seem to
have hair under their arms or on their pussy?" the doctor asks but
continues before I can reply.  "Well, that is because their daddies don't
like them to have hair there.  Some shave it off.  However, some daddies
have me use this device on their girls instead.  This device fixes it so
that hair never grows there again.  Your daddy has had me use this on all
his other girls and has given me permission to use it on you as well."

   "Please don't, sir," I start begging in panic.

   As I beg I also struggle against my bonds.  Like last time, they don't
budge an inch.  And like last time, my begging accomplishes nothing.  I
figured as much but I can't help but beg anyway.  There is always that one
in a billion chance they might have mercy on me.

   "Do his nuts first," the Dean says with a grin.

   The doctor frowns but doesn't say anything.  I think he is looking
forward to this also.  He uses his left hand to grab hold of my nut sack
and grabs one of the wire leads with the right.  I start to struggle more
as the needle heads for my nuts.

   "Please!" I beg.  "I'll be a good girl!  I swear I will!"

   I then proceed to offer them every sexual act I can think of.  They just
patiently listen to me beg... smiling the entire time.  The things I offer
them would make a five dollar whore blush.  I go on for almost 3 minutes
before I run out of things to offer.

   "Shhh," the Dean finally whispers.  "You will get the chance to do all
those naughty things in good time.  Right now we need to take care of this.
Now settle down or those needles are going to dig much deeper than
necessary."

   I keep struggling anyway.  The doctor gives me a moment and then starts
to get impatient.

   "Have it your way," the doctor says as he brings the needle down toward
my balls.

   "No!  No!  No!" I beg.

   I'm still panicking but my body goes stiff when the needle gets close.
The last thing I want is that needle going deep in one of my nuts.

   "Quiet down," the doctor growls as he looks closely at my sack through
his odd glasses.  "It's not going to be that bad.  You probably won't even
feel the needle.  I just push it into the follicle, give it a little jolt
of electricity and then pluck the hair out with some tweezers."

   I'm sure that sounds rational to someone in the room but it doesn't to
me.  All I get from that is that he plans to stick a needle into my nut
sack and shock me with it.  Oh, and then pluck my nut hairs out one by one.

   "Oh!" I let out when I feel a very brief sting on my nut sack.

   My outburst is pretty loud but it really didn't hurt that bad.  Well,
not compared to what I expected.  The Dean holds his hand out and the
doctor drops the hair into the Dean's palm.  The Dean delicately transports
it to in front of my face.  He manages to pinch it with his fingers and
shows it to me.

   "One down, about a thousand to go," he informs me.

   He then has me open my mouth so he can drop the hair inside.  There is
no taste or anything of course... just humiliation.

   I calm down a lot after this first hair.  It clearly isn't as painful as
it sounded.  This allows the doctor to really get to work.  He starts using
all the needles and doing half a dozen hairs at a time.  This stings a lot
more but it's still bearable.  The worst part becomes the humiliation of
the Dean feeding the hairs to me.

   As I calm down my mind starts to focus again.  It then hits me exactly
what is happening.  They are permanently removing my hair!  I was so
focused on the pain earlier that this hadn't fully set in.  Of my God! 
They are really doing it!  I can't believe my father approved this.  My
manly pubs had just started growing not long ago and now I'll never have
hair down there again!

   I know that struggling and begging won't do me any good.  So, I do the
only thing I can.  I cry.

   The procedure lasts what seems an eternity.  At least two hours... maybe
more.  I actually start to get rather bored by the half way mark.  The
doctor and the Dean though don't waver in their fascination with the task.
This surprises me considering how tedious it seems.  I would think they had
better things to do with their time.

   It is clear that this is some kind of sexual fetish for both of them. 
The doctor shows this via his attention to detail.  The Dean shows it via
the huge bulge in his pants.  I suspect the Dean would have shot his load
down my throat a dozen times during the procedure had the doctor not been
there.

   I start crying again when they finally announce they are done.  It's
just hard dealing with the fact that I won't have hair there ever again. 
The last pubic hair I will ever grow is now tucked away in my belly.

   The Dean undoes my wrists as the doctor puts the machine away.  They
either plan to do my underarms some other day or simply forgot.  I'm not
about to remind them.

   As my wrists come free I sit up.  I don't want to look at their handy
work but I just can't stop myself.  When I look down I'm a bit disturbed.
It's smooth like Danielle's but it is all red.  It looks like I have a
thousand little insect bites.  Clearly this will go away with time.  I'm
sure Danielle has had this treatment and his public area is as smooth and
clean as a baby's.  This last thought makes me start crying again.  I feel
like I've lost the last of my manhood.

   "It obviously wasn't that bad," the Dean chuckles as he grabs my hard
dick.  "Stop being such a crybaby."

   I'm mortified that I could be so hard at a time like this.  I know it is
the cage's fault, but still you would think my cock would exercise at least
a moment of silence in respect to his fallen comrades.

   My hand reaches out on its own and grabs hold of the Dean's.  I'm
ashamed to say that I'm not trying to pull his hand away but making sure it
stays in place.  It feels so good to be hard again.  I also know it will
feel SOOO good to climax like normal as well.

   "She's a slutty one," the doctor says as I start to hump up at the
Dean's hand.

   Right when I think I'm building to a climax the Dean pulls away.  I moan
in disappointment and then reach down with my own hands.

   "Ah!" the Dean growls.  "Be a good girl now and settle down!"

   I have to clasp my hands together in front of me to keep from reaching
down.  I was getting so fucking close!  I need that cum so badly!

   "You might want to zap him a few more times before you do the BS," the
Dean informs the doctor.

   The doctor doesn't say anything.  He just grabs the electric rod.  He
doesn't bring it to my lips this time.  He just rotates it around in the
pool of precum that is sitting on my tummy.  A second later and I feel the
large round end of it pop into my hole.  A few seconds after that and I
feel it rubbing against my ass clit.

   "OW!" I yell in pain when the doctor suddenly attaches the alligator
clip to my nut sack.

   This I was not expecting... especially after what he said about my pain
tolerance earlier.  My only guess as to why he did it this time is because
it was his idea and not the Dean suggesting it.

   I try to reach forward but the Dean grabs my hands and holds them
together in his vice like grip.  I can do nothing but stare down in horror.

   "Oh!" I let out when the familiar bolt of lightning stimulates my ass
clit.

   My hard dick pulses up and down but nothing comes out.

   "Oh!" I let out again when the second bolt hits.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" I groan in a sick kind of pleasure as my dick starts
shooting cum out all over my belly.

   This climax feels even more like a normal one.  Only I'm in too much
pain to really enjoy it.

   "OH!" I yell again as the doctor removes the alligator clip.

   The whole ordeal takes less than two minutes and leaves my mind spinning
in a sea of confused pain and pleasure.

   A moment later humiliation is added as the Dean uses his fingers to feed
me my cum once more.

   As the Dean feeds me the doctor puts my cage back on and then pulls
another box out of his bag of tricks.  Haven't I had enough today?!  I'm
still conscious and breathing so I guess not.

   The box is about 5 inches tall and wide but at least a foot and a half
long.  How does the doctor fits all this shit in his medical bag?  I mean,
it's a big medical bag but surely he keeps actually medical supplies in
there also.

   The box looks fancy and expensive which tells me that whatever is inside
it probably is well crafted also.  That said, the box also looks old.  You
can tell by all the scrapes on it that it has been carried around in the
doctor's bag for many years.

   I'm relieved a little in knowing that this treatment wasn't designed
just for me.  That many students have probably endured it in the past.  If
they survived it then I probably can also.

   Butterflies start doing the tango in my stomach with all the sperm as
the doctor lays the box down next to me and begins to unfasten it.  I'm
licking the last of my cum off the Dean's fingers as the box finally opens.
What I see inside... well, I don't know what it is.

   There is a series of what look to be stainless steel rings, each
separated by a thin partition.  They all look to be about 4 inches in
diameter.  However, each one is slightly longer than the prior.  The first
one is a half inch long.  The next is 1 inch.  Each following one is a half
inch longer than the prior.  There are 8 total making the final one 4
inches in length.  Well, there would be 8 of them but two are missing.  The
2.5 and 3 inch ones are gone.  I have to assume they are lost or being used
by someone else.

   "Two incher?" the Dean asks.

   "We will be lucky to fit a one inch one," the doctor replies.

   As the doctor says this he is tugging on my nut sack for some reason. 
Like this somehow demonstrates his point.

   The doctor reaches down and gently pulls out the one inch long ring.  I
expect wires, needles or something to be attached to it.  However, it looks
surprisingly plain and benign.  It's just a simple round metal ring.  It's
one inch long, four inches wide with a 1 to 1.5 inch hole in the center.

   The doctor turns it in his hand and I note there are a few holes in the
side of it.  I get a very bad feeling when I see the doctor pull out the
special cock cage screwdriver again.  This plus the way the doctor tugged
my balls earlier gives me a good idea where this metal ring might be going.
For the life of me though I just can't imagine why.  Well, other than to
cause me pain.

   The doctor undoes two screws and the thick metal ring splits in half.

   "Please!" I beg when the doctor lowers the two halves toward my groin.
"I'll be a good girl!"

   I know I'm just repeating the same pleas as earlier but what else do
they want?  I'm promising them exactly what they want from me... so why
don't they stop?

   "It's okay... daddy has you," the Dean says as he puts his right arm
around my shoulder.  "We are just going to stretch your balls a little."

   I start to beg and tell them how bad my nuts hurt, but the Dean just
sticks two fingers in my mouth to shut me up.

   "Mmm!" I scream around the Dean's fingers as the doctor's gloved hand
tugs hard on my nuts.

   A second later I feel cold steel encase my sack underneath my nuts.  I
continue to groan as the doctor carefully fastens the two halves back
together.  Finally he leans back and I see my poor nut sack wrapped in
their girdle of steel... my two large nuts bulging out the bottom of the
ring like a large grotesque balloon.

   The Dean removes his fingers from my mouth but I don't say anything. 
I'm too busy taking quick shallow breaths to help deal with the pain.  My
balls feel like someone is squeezing them.  It is very uncomfortable and
makes me feel a little nauseous.

   The Dean reaches down and lightly runs the tip of his index finger
across my balls.  Even this gentle touch causes the pain to increase.

   "Pl...please, sir!" I beg.  "I'll..."

   "It's okay sugar.  I know you will be a good girl for us," the Dean
interrupts.  "That's what all of this is for."

   It takes a few minutes but the pain finally subsides somewhat.  I'm left
with just a kind of throbbing sensation coming from my nuts.  As I settle
down the door opens and Drew walks in.  The timing is too good for it to be
an accident.  I'm certain she was watching from the observation room.  I
blush when I realize there might be several others in there watching me. 
My dad might even be in there.

   The doctor proceeds to give Drew a slew of instructions on how to treat
the red dots on my groin.  He also tells her how often to inspect the ball
weight and how often to remove it and for how long.

   Drew doesn't seem to be paying much attention.  I'm guessing she has
already dealt with this many times in the past.  Or at least I hope so.

   "No more panties for you little girl until your BS is complete," the
doctor says as he picks up my pink panties.

   The Dean gives an angry look as the doctor drops the panties into his
medical bag.  It is clear the Dean wanted them as some kind of trophy.  He
doesn't say anything though.

   The doctor is the first to leave.  Surprisingly, the Dean leaves as
well. He has been hard for the past few hours and I thought for sure he
would stay and make me suck him or something.  I feel sorry for whatever
little girl or boy he decides to take his lust out on, but at least it
isn't me.

   This leaves just Drew in the room.  She removes the ankle cuffs and then
sits next to me on the bed.  She holds her arms out to me.  I'm already
sitting up and quickly go into her arms.  It feels so warm and secure as
she holds me tight.  She gently rocks me back and forth as I cry.  I feel
so utterly sad and hopeless.  My pubes are now gone forever and my balls
are being stretched.  I cry over this and much more.

   My two trainers have been pretty distant in the past week.  In fact,
I've barely even seen them.  Though, I'm certain they are really the ones
running the show in the background.  Drew makes up for all this distant
nature by this one simple hug.  God, I needed this hug so bad.

   She patiently holds me for at least 15 minutes until my tears finally
slow down.  When I finally back away I see the huge wet spot on her white
shirt.  I fear a punishment is coming for it but she just looks down and
laughs it off.  I giggle as well.  I don't know why I'm giggling, other
than it feels good to do so.

   I bite my lower lips as Drew unbuttons her shirt and removes it.  I've
yet to do anything sexual with Drew and the thought is very welcomed right
now.  Being with a girl right now would make me feel like a man again.  I
need that so much.  My cage prevents me from fucking her of course, but I
could still lick her pussy.  Hell, just drinking her pee would make me feel
more manly right now.

   "Go hang this in the bathroom to dry," she says as she hands me the
shirt.

   I carefully take it from her and slide out of the bed.

   "Oh!" I yell as gravity grabs hold of my ball weight and tugs down.

   The pain drops me to my knees before I can get control of my body. 
Somehow I manage to keep the shirt from touching the floor.  I know the
floor is clean but it would show disrespect to Drew to let it touch.  I do
use one of my hands though to grab hold of my weight.

   "No!" Drew growls from the bed.  "You are never to touch your weight! 
Not ever!"

   Her voice is so demanding that I comply before even thinking about it.

   "Owie!  Owie!  Owie!" I groan as gravity takes hold of the weight again.

   My hand keeps lowering toward my groin and I have to keep commanding it
to stay away.  I kneel there panting for at least a minute before the pain
subsides a little.  I delicately stand back up.

   "Oh," I groan as I take a step toward the bathroom.

   The bathtub is only about 10 feet away from my current position but it
looks like a mile.  Very slowly I walk bowlegged to the tub.  It takes me
two minutes to close the short distance.  I grab my three clothespins and
slowly climb up on the tub so I can hang Drew's shirt.

   "Oh!" I grunt in surprise when I feel fingers touching my sore nuts.

   I almost lose my balance but Drew is there to hold me steady.  She holds
me there long after I'm done pinning her shirt up.  She runs her hands up
and down my body.  Some of it actually feels real good and yummy.  However,
she spends most of her time tweaking my nipples and toying with my sore
nuts.

   "Seeing your nuts like this really turns me on," Drew whispers.  "I
could just eat you up."

   Then, she does something very wild.  She kneels down and gently licks my
nuts.  There is discomfort just like when she touches them with her
fingers, but there is also pleasure from the thought of what she is doing.
She licks back and forth on them for over a minute.  They are dripping wet
by the time she is done.

   She doesn't move her face away though.  Instead she angles her head and
starts licking my taint.  It is an odd, yet pleasant feeling.

   "Oh!" I let out in surprise as she pulls the cheeks of my ass apart with
her hands.

   I groan again as her tongue slowly slithers across my taint and into the
crack of my ass.

   "Mmm," I moan in pleasure as it reaches my hole.

   God, does that feel good!  She flicks her tongue around on the outside
for over a minute before she pushes it inside.  I've seen girls at the
school do this to teachers on occasion, but this is the first time I've had
it done to me.  It's not like I never had the opportunity to experience it.
I just felt it was too gay; even if it was a girl doing it.  My perspective
on the subject is vastly different now.  The pleasure is so great that I
can't help but push my ass back against Drew's face.

   As Drew munches on my asshole I feel a part of me fall in love with her.
I know it's not a true love.  Nor is it something I wish to feel for one of
my trainers.  However, I just can't help it.  This is a huge sacrifice Drew
is making for me.  She does not have to take such a submissive role. 
However, my dominant position makes me feel manly once more.  I think she
realizes this is what I need right now in order to maintain my sanity.

   "Would you like me to make love to you?" Drew whispers as she pulls away
and slowly kisses her way up my back.

   "Yes!" I almost scream.

   She picks me up off the tub with one hand under my knees and the other
behind my back.  I'm amazed at her strength as she easily carries me out of
the bathroom... my ball weight painfully swinging below me.

   She lays me on the bed and her body quickly follows.  We embrace and
start kissing deeply as she kneels over me.  Her kisses feel loving just
like when Danielle kisses me.  However, these kisses are even better
because they are coming from a girl.  No, not a girl... a woman.  I'm
kissing a woman!  It dawns on me that this is a wonderful first for me. 
All the other girls I've kissed in the past have been just that... young
girls.  I never thought kissing a fully grown woman would be any different,
but it is.  This is someone old enough to know what they really want.  And
right now that is me.  This makes me feel extra special.

   Our kisses are eager and passionate as we try to devour each other.  I
want to give her more pleasure so I reach down with my hand.  She pushes it
away though.  She won't even let me rub my leg between hers.  I guess I am
moving a bit fast.  But it is not like these are normal circumstances.  It
quickly dawns on me though that she is just teasing me.  She is trying to
build up my desire for her pussy.  It's working also.  I know she probably
wants me to do something very nasty to her cunt.  Probably lick her to
climax and suck her cum down my throat.  Maybe even drink her pee.  I don't
care.  Anything to make her feel as good as she is currently making me
feel.

   We kiss like this for a long time before she finally sits up.  My mouth
waters as she slowly undoes her bra and pulls it away from her body.  Her
breasts look like they are maybe a C-cup and they are perfect.  She tosses
her bra to the floor and then leans in until her left nipple is over my
mouth.  I eagerly close my lips around it and start sucking.  A teacher had
me nibble on a 7-year-old's nipples about three weeks ago, but other than
that I've never had any experience at this.  I'm more of an ass man than a
breast one.

   Unlike with the little girl, I make sure my teeth stay clear of Drew's
nipples.  I don't want to spoil our special moment.  I suck on them gently
with my lips and flick my tongue around the nipple.  Drew moans with
pleasure and I feel proud and happy.  I thank my water bowl for training my
tongue so well.

   I nurse on her nipple for at least 5 minutes before it pulls away with a
pop.  She lowers her head over my chest and starts sucking on my left
nipple in the same way I had done to hers.  The nipple is extra sensitive
but it feels good at the same time.  I nibble on my lower lip as she licks
and sucks at it.  In addition to repeating what I did to her, Drew also
gently nibbles with her teeth and shows me a few other tricks.

   She does this for a couple minutes and then leans back up so she can
feed me her other breast.  I get significantly more moans of pleasure from
her as I duplicate everything she just taught me.

   "Will you... lick me down there?" Drew asks almost shyly.

   We both know she can make me do this whether I agree to or not. 
However, it makes me feel good that she asks first.

   "Yes," I eagerly reply.

   Casey's pussy had tasted okay but I wouldn't say I loved or even really
liked the flavor.  However, I so much want to please Drew right now.  So
much so that I don't care what it tastes like.

   Drew sits up on her knees.  Her lower garment looks exactly like my
school skirt does only Drew's is a dress and goes all the way to her knees.
I get even more excited as she reaches underneath it.  A second later I see
her hand come back out, pulling her white panties along with it.  She
shuffles a little as she works them down her legs and then off.  She tosses
them to the floor with her bra and turns her attention back to me.

   She has me sit up straight.  She then stands up on the bed.  Everything
suddenly goes dark as she flips her dress over my head.  It's wild how sexy
this feels.  I bring my hands underneath and search out her sex.  My hands
find her rump first.  I gently caress it.  When I move toward her pussy
though I find it is being protected by her hand.  You would think this
would piss me off or ruin the mood but it doesn't.  It just drives my
desire even higher.  It is amazing how a little age can so vastly improve a
girl's love making.  Not that I ever made "love" to a young girl before. 
For them it always felt like plain old sex.  Not that I ever complained.  I
just never realized what I was missing out on.  I am quickly discovering
that now though.

   That said, it does confuse me a little as to why she put my head under
here if she isn't going to let me lick her pussy.  My face turns red in
embarrassment when I remember what she did to me in the bathroom.  She
wants me to lick her asshole.  I'm desperate to please her, but I'm not so
sure about this.

   I lean up and kiss her ass cheeks a few times.  I know it isn't what she
wants but it at least buys me some time to decide whether I can actually go
through with it or not.  The kissing doesn't seem that bad so I stick my
tongue out and lick the cheeks.  I even lick toward her crack.  Before I
know it I'm starting to dart my tongue into the crack occasionally.  There
are no foul smells or flavors so I become even more energetic.

   I run my tongue back and forth in her crack for over a minute before I
finally reach up with my hands so I can part her cheeks.  This gives me
much better access.  A thrill shoots through me as my tongue runs across
the bottom of her crack for the first time.  This is so depraved.  It is
also very disgusting but in a weird good kind of way.  I get an extra
thrill when my tongue runs across her puckered little butthole for the
first time.

   I cautiously bring my tongue back into my mouth and discover the flavor
isn't bad.  In fact, it tastes a little like sweet strawberries.  It dawns
on me that she probably cleaned and prepped her asshole with flavoring just
for me.  This turns me on for some reason.  It also makes me feel special
that she went to so much planning and trouble just for me.

   I stick my tongue back out and attack her rosebud with more energy.

   "Oh!" Drew moans in pleasure.

   Her moans make me want to go even further.  I make my tongue go hard and
then I slowly push it into her hole.  I'm rewarded with even louder moans.
It isn't long and I'm fucking her asshole with my tongue and lapping at it.
I even pucker my lips to it from time to time and give it little smooches.
I know what I'm doing is perverse and disgusting but all of that doesn't
matter.  This is Drew and my special moment together.

   Like all good things though, it eventually comes to an end.  She is
moving and angling herself so I can finally feast on her pussy.  My tongue
leaves her asshole and slowly works across her taint and toward her pussy.
I run into her hand again but it slowly move out of the way this time.

   It is dark under the dress and my angle is weird, but it quickly becomes
apparent that something just isn't right.  There is too much... well, bulk.


   "No!" I groan and try to pull away when I realize I'm licking as set of
large balls.

   Drew is a man!  My initial reaction of course is utter shock.  Then
comes the utter disgust as I remember everything I just did with him.  I
kissed him, sucked his nipples... oh, God, I ate his asshole!  I gag and
feel like throwing up.  I probably would but my stomach is pretty empty
right now.

   I struggle to get out from under the dress but Drew's strong arms hold
me in place.

   "Be a good girl now," Drew growls from above.

   Her command is enough to make me stop my struggles.  However, it takes
me a minute to get the courage to start licking his balls again.  It's very
revolting but nothing I haven't done before.  The main thing I have trouble
coping with is the fact that Drew is a dude and not a girl like I had
assumed.  You know what happens when you "assume".  You end up making out
with a dude and eating his ass.  Okay, that isn't the right saying but it's
what happened.

   I lick and suck at Drew's ball sack for several minutes.  He doesn't
order me to move on to his dick and I'm not about to volunteer.  As I suck
his balls I notice they hang down even further than Danielle's.  I'm
guessing this is a result of ball stretching like what I'm undergoing.  I
can only imagine how many months Drew has endured this procedure in order
to get his ball sack to stretch so far.

   If I had to guess I would say he could handle the 4 inch weight.  Will
they keep stretching me until I can accommodate the same?  I'm not so hot
on the idea of such a modification to my body.  To have my balls hanging
down so far and flapping about... it's horrible.  Of course, it is not any
worse than losing my pubic hair forever.

   While I don't volunteer to advance to his cock, I do try my best to
please his balls.  I kiss and lick them.  I also suck them into my mouth
one at a time.  I try to get both in but his nuts are just too big for
that.

   At least 7 or 8 minutes goes by before he finally lifts his dress off my
head and steps away.  He steps off the bed and removes the rest of his
clothes.  My eyes immediately go to his cock.  It's a little longer than
Danielle's... maybe 8 inches long and 1.5 inches thick.  At the same time I
note that he is just as bald down there as Danielle.  Well, just as bald as
me now also I guess.

   The next thing I look at is his balls.  Each look to be at least the
size of an egg.  What fascinates me most though is how low they hang.  Now
that I can see them I can tell he could definitely handle the 4" weight. 
They don't necessarily look hideous or anything, just a little out of the
ordinary.

   I conclude that it doesn't look all that bad.  Certainly something I
could easily live with if I had too.  I'm just not sure I am going to be
able to survive the BS treatment itself.  This 1 inch weight already feels
like I'm hanging a truck from my nuts.  The longer ones not only will
stretch the nuts further out but obviously weight much more also.

   "Do you want me to fuck your pussy?" Drew asks as the last of his
clothes hit the floor.

   "Yes... ma'am," I whisper.

   My instinct is to call him a "sir" but I'm certain Drew would take
offense.  Just like I'm sure he would take offense had I said "no" to his
question.  The way I see it, if I give my ass up then he might spare my
throat.  Regardless, I'm going to get dicked so I might as well try to
govern how.

   Drew licks his lips and gives me this very animal like seductive look.

   "I'm going to fuck you so hard!"

   He doesn't say it with words but I can read it in his face.

   While Drew is in the mood, I'm very far from it.  At least with Danielle
I was excited about draining my nuts... even if I was disgusted with how we
were going about it.  Thanks to the doctor, my nuts are pretty empty right
now.  That leaves me with just the disgust.  A small part of me is also
somewhat disappointed that my first real time with a fully grown man would
be... well, a sissy.

   Don't take that the wrong way.  In no way do I want to have sex with any
man.  I guess I just got this mental image of what type of man would end up
riding me for the first time.  He would be big and strong and smell all
musky like.  He would hold me down and take my hole without mercy.  I never
envisioned it would be some dainty guy that wears a dress and smells like
rose petals.  The thought of taking Drew's sissy sperm in my hole is
revolting and a rather disappointment... in a weird kind of way.

   I'm sure this sounds silly considering what Danielle and I have done
already.  And yes, I came a lot on the end of Danielle's dick.  However,
that is different.  Danielle is just a young boy like me.  Sure, he's a
sissy and even has small breasts, but he is only 14.  Even if he was a
normal boy you wouldn't expect him to be big and manly.  That isn't true
for someone as old as Drew.

   "Hands and knees," Drew orders as he climbs back into the bed.

   Despite how disgusting it is, I still want to please Drew.  He is one of
my trainers after all.  My trainers haven't done all that much with me
directly so far but I'm certain they have a ton of say in what others do to
me.  Quickly obeying this simple order though is a lot harder than you
might think.  Especially with this large weight attached to my nuts.

   It takes me almost a minute to gingerly move into position.  Each little
movement hurts my poor nuts and my hands keep moving to protect them. 
Thankfully, I manage to stop my hands before they reach the weight.  Drew
seemed extremely sincere about his earlier warning about not touching the
weight.  The weight is extremely unpleasant which tells me the punishment
for trying to relieve that discomfort would have to be considerably worse.

   "Lube it!" Drew orders as he kneels next to my head.

   I gather as much saliva in my mouth as possible and generously apply it
to his cock using my tongue and lips.  Thankfully, he doesn't ask me to
deep throat him.  He looks to be less than an inch longer than Danielle but
I'm certain that inch makes a lot of difference when throating a dick.  I
certainly don't want to test that theory.

   Lubing him is humiliating but it is nothing compared to what I know is
coming next.  Sure enough, once his dick is dripping wet he moves around to
my backside.  My skin crawls with revulsion as I feel him spit on my hole.
God, is that disgusting!

   "Oh!" I groan as his dick slowly slides inside.

   I'm surprised at how similar his cock feels to that of Danielle's.  Drew
is circumcised, unlike Danielle.  They are very similar in size though.  I
guess it makes sense they would feel the same.

   While they do feel similar physically, mentally they are completely
different.  Maybe it was just because my nuts were so full of cum, but with
Danielle it seemed more... I guess special.  You know, kind of like we were
sharing something.  I don't feel that at all with Drew.

   "Oh!  Shit!" I yell out in pain when Drew pulls most of the way out and
slams back in.

   The cock itself actually feels a little pleasurable.  However, the hard
thrust causes my body to jerk forward.  This in turn causes my ball weight
to swing.  God, that hurt!

   "Oh!"

   "Oh!"

   "Oh!  Please!"

   Each thrust jerks my balls back and forth and sends waves of pain
throughout my body.  Being fucked by Drew like this is not only painful but
very scary.  With Danielle I often get the impression he would stop if I
was too uncomfortable.  Plus, if I wasn't tied down then I also knew I
could overpower him to make it stop.  Neither is the case with Drew.  It is
clear he plans to drill my ass as hard and long as he wants and that there
isn't anything I can do to stop him.

   "It turns me on when you beg," Drew whispers down to me.

   I ignore the comment at first but then I realize I can use this to my
advantage in order to shorten my ordeal.  The more I turn him on the faster
he will cum.  Begging is humiliating but after the last week or so I'm no
longer too proud not to do so.

   "Please stop!" I start begging.

   "You're too big!" I continue.  It's not true but I figure it will turn
him on.

   "Tell me about your balls!" Drew growls with passion.

   It ticks me off that he is aware of how much pain he is causing me. 
After thinking about it though I realize that he of course would know what
it feels like.  He has no doubt gone through the same BS treatment.

   "Please!  My balls hurt so bad!" I say between sobs.

   I know in my heart that Danielle would never get pleasure from causing
me pain like this.  However, Drew goes into overdrive when he hears me say
this.

   Despite the pain, I also feel a small tinge of pleasure in the
background as Drew slides back and forth against my ass clit.  It's not a
lot but just enough to cause me to slightly hump back from time to time.

   "Are you going to be a good girl for me and cum?" Drew pants as he
hammers his dick in and out.

   I blush when I realize he noticed my desire starting to grow.  I don't
see how he can expect me to cum this way though.  There is just so much
pain mixed in.

   "Tell me you will be a good girl," He growls when I don't reply.

   I've said it a few times in the past but have trouble doing so again. 
It is always so demeaning.  I'm not a girl and certainly don't want to be a
"good" one.  I know it will turn Drew on though so I swallow my pride.

   "I'll be a good girl!" I reply.

   "I'll be the bestest girl in the whole world," I add as I remember what
Danielle said the other day.

   As I say this a jolt of pleasure runs up my spine.  It is not the first
jolt of pleasure but it is the first one that seems to override the pain.
I'm not so hot on the timing of it.  I would have preferred it not happen
right after me saying how good of a girl I was going to be.  I tell myself
it is just a coincidence.  However, when I say it again I get a similar
jolt.

   "I'll be a good girl!" I start saying over and over.

   Somehow the humiliation of saying this is helping the pleasure from my
clit to stand out.  It's a horrible thing to experience but I gladly
welcome it over the pain from my nuts.

   "I'll be a good girl!"

   "I'll be a good girl!"

   "I'll be a good girl!"

   Before I know it I feel an anal orgasm nearing.  Then it hits me like a
ton of bricks.

   "I'm a good girl!  I'm a good girl!" I yell as my nuts release what
little sperm they have left.

   As I start to calm down I realize Drew stopped pumping me some time ago.
That it has been me humping back at his dick for at least the last couple
minutes.  I quickly stop in shame.

   "You are such a good girl," Drew whispers as he brings his right hand to
my lips.

   I think he just wants me to kiss it for some reason.  However, when I do
I realize there is a large pool of sperm there.  I blush but don't hesitate
to lick my sperm out of his palm.  It tastes similar but is a lot runnier
than my earlier loads.  I guess this is a good sign that my nuts are
finally empty.

   After my mess is cleaned, Drew puts his wet hand on my hip and starts
pumping me again.  With my climax out of the way, I'm left with just the
pain from my nuts and the humiliation of having just cum on the end of
Drew's dick.

   I continue to beg but I steer clear of comments about me being a "good
girl" for him.  I know he wants to hear it again but I've had my fill of
that comment and definitely don't want to feel any more jolts of pleasure.
My fragile brain just can't bear saying it anymore.  Not right now anyway.

   Drew drills me for another 20 minutes before he cums.  I'm not sure but
I think he intently prolonged the ordeal in hopes that I might cum again.
That just wasn't going to happen.  I simply have no more sperm to give
right now.

   "Oh!" I groan a few seconds after he pulls out.

   Drew is pushing a butt plug into my ass and it feels a little too big. I
then remember the doctor giving them permission to move me up to a number
two plug again.  It's a tight fit but doesn't hurt that bad.  I'm a bit
disgusted by the thought of Drew's sissy cum being plugged inside me. 
However, I would rather have it there than in my tummy.

   Once the plug pops into place, Drew gives my sore nuts a light pat; like
he is rewarding a dog or something.  He then uses his index finger to glide
around the base of my plug in order to gather up what little cum might have
squeezed out.  He brings it to my lips.  I gag but manage to suck it off
his finger.

   "Get dressed," Drew says as he fetches his shirt from the bathroom and
starts dressing as well.  "I have a surprise to show you."

   Great, a surprise!  Like I haven't gotten enough of those today.

   "I'm late for my classes," I inform him once it dawns on me I've already
missed half the day.

   "Don't worry about that," Drew says with a giggle.  "Believe it or not,
the Dean and your trainers have the authority to pull you out of classes."

   I guess it was a pretty stupid thing for me to say.  It was worth a try
though.

   On the bright side, Drew at least doesn't make me clean his cock.  This
is actually a good sign that he is feeling sorry for me or possibly likes
me.  It is unlikely that he just forgot.

   That said, I feel a lot of dread at what this "surprise" might be. 
However, I dress anyway... like I'm going to disobey one of my trainers.

   As I gather my clothes I have trouble finding my panties.  Then I
remember the doctor took them with him.  I frown at the thought of him
having yet another pair to display to everyone as some kind of trophy. 
Possibly even showing them to my dad and telling him what happened today.

   Drew keeps tapping his foot and snapping his fingers to get me to hurry
up.  Rushing causes my ball weight to swing around which I think is the
whole point.  Because once I'm done dressing Drew has me go through the
long lethargic process of neatly making the bed again.  It is barely messed
up and yet he has me pull all the covers off and start from scratch.  It is
extremely aggravating; especially with the weight constantly pushing down
on my nuts.

   Drew inspects the bed very closely once I am done.  He even takes a coin
out of his shirt pocket and bounces it on the covers to make sure they are
tight enough.  Maybe he isn't feeling sorry for me after all.  It is clear
this coin was put in that pocket just for checking the bed.  Using a coin
like this may sound a little too nitpicky and anal... but that's a Humbled
Girl for you.  Or at least I'm assuming Drew is a graduate from here.

   I'm pleasantly shocked when we leave the guest room but don't head
across the hall.  Instead we head in the direction of the security door
that leads to the main school area.  My hopes are quickly dashed, however,
when we stop just two doors down... not even half way to the security door.

   "This will be your new training room from now on," Drew informs me as he
opens the door.

   I frown at my "surprise".  In Drew's defense, he never said it would be
a pleasant one.  It could have been considerably worse so I thank him for
the "gift".

   The inside of the room looks no different than any of the other training
rooms.  Well, they are all a little different but yet still basically the
same.  For example, one room might have a small bed yet another might have
a large couch.  While these different items, they are used for the exact
same thing... that being a place to conduct sexual activities/punishments.
Most rooms have one or both of these items.  However, there is a room in
one of the other secure areas of the school that has a huge bean bag in it.
Yet another that is completely bare with the exception of a thick matt.

   My new room has a large couch.  Other than that it is just one big open
space like most of the other rooms.  Of course, that open space is often
temporarily filled with training devices and such.  It all depends on what
the trainer happens to feel the student needs training with.  There is a
large storage area in the school where all of these devices are kept.  It
isn't uncommon to see this or that device being pulled through the halls to
and from the secure areas.  I know because it was often me that had to do
all the pulling.

   There is nothing special about most of the items.  For example, there
are a ton of exercise machines.  Tread mills, exercise bikes, etc. 
Luckily, most of these items are kept in training rooms for long periods of
times.  That made life easy on me considering how fricking heavy most of
them are.  I used a dolly of course but you still had to get the thing on
and off.  Plus, I always had to use a lot of strength trying to counter the
momentum while taking it around corners and such.

   Something tells me that moving all the items will seem like child's play
in comparison to having to actually use them... especially the more
"exotic" devices.  These "exotic devices" only make up maybe 25 percent of
what is in storage.  Half of them I don't even know what they are used for.
However, you can tell they are for sexual use and are far from pleasant. 
Some are complex with motors and pistons on them and others are exceedingly
simple.  On the bright side, it is the simple ones that seemed to get
requested the most by the trainers.

   My training room doesn't look set up for anything yet so I expect us to
turn around and walk back to the guest room.  However, Drew walks on into
the room and sits on the couch.  I swallow hard.  I get the feeling that
Drew plans to break my new training room in.  Well, it's new to me anyway.
I'm sure Drew has trained plenty of children in this and other rooms here.

   Drew snaps his fingers and points to a spot in front of the couch.  I
slowly walk to the spot and kneel down.  He never told me to kneel but it
seems like the right thing to do.  Drew smiles so I guess I made the right
choice.

   "The doctor tells me that you haven't been eating enough," he says.

   He says it like it is my fucking fault!  This angers me.  They give me
drugs that reduce my appetite and then provide me nothing to eat except dog
food and a few scraps of normal food.  Then bitch about me not eating! 
This is such bullshit!  I know my place though.

   "Sorry, ma'am," I reply.

   "It's okay," Drew calmly tells me.  "It just means we haven't been
giving you enough stuff to do."

   I'm really grinding my teeth now.  I try my best not to show my anger.
That's exactly what he wants and I know it.  I can just tell he is itching
for a reason to give me and my new plug a spanking.

   He might be able to trick the newer younger kids into acting out but his
technique isn't going to work on me.  I plan to be as compliant as
possible. I don't care if it makes me look like some kind of sissy;
especially now that I have this bigger plug and this ball weight.  I can
only imagine how painful a spanking would be right now.  My balls and
asshole hurt just thinking about it.

   Drew lets me kneel there and stew for a moment before he finally starts
talking again.  Of all things, he gives me an exercise routine to follow.
Sit ups, pushups, leg lifts, etc.  There are 7 things total and I'm to do
10 of each then repeat the whole thing 5 times.  He then gives me a very
complex schedule to do them.  Some days I'm to exercise three times a day
(morning, at lunch time and right before going to bed); some days I
exercise only once or twice; and yet other days I don't exercise at all. 
It becomes extremely confusing to follow.  In fact, it sounds rather
random. I struggle to keep up but soon find myself lost.  I get pissed when
he tells me at the end that he will tape the schedule on the wall for me.
Why didn't he just say that?

   The exercise routine itself sounds simple enough until Drew orders me to
perform it for him.  I'm startled to find I can barely do 10 of each.  This
concerns me greatly.  A couple weeks ago I could have knocked these out
without even breaking a sweat.  Now I find my muscles quivering and burning
as I struggle with each one.  The sit ups are the hardest.  The pushups
probably would have been worse but Drew let me do girl pushups using my
knees.  It is humiliating doing girl pushups but I'm thankful for his
mercy. There is no way I could have done them otherwise.

   I manage to get through the routine the first time.  However, during my
second time through I can only do 8 consecutive sit ups and 9 pushups.  I
barely knock out 10 each of the rest.

   "You were 3 short," he informs me.  "Stand and give me 3 jumping jacks."

   I only have to do three jumping jacks in exchange for 2 sit ups and a
pushup?  Seems like a damn good deal to me.  I can do jumping jacks all
day, even in my weakened condition.

   However, as I get into position something quickly dawns on me.  My
entire exercise routine is extremely low impact.  As such, my balls haven't
been in that much discomfort.  That isn't going to be the case with jumping
jacks.  My balls are already starting to hurt just thinking about it.

   I stand there for several seconds with my legs together and my hands to
my sides.  I can tell Drew is getting impatient.  The only way I'm able to
get the courage to perform the first jumping jack is the thought of what
Drew will do to me if I don't.  I close my eyes tight and then kick off,
pulling my arms and legs wide before my feet can hit the ground again.

   "Owie!" I yell in pain as my ball weight pulls me down to my knees.

   Fuck did that hurt!  It felt like someone kicked me in the nuts.  I feel
nauseous and for a moment I think I'm going to be sick.  It takes a minute
but the pain gradually dissipates.

   "One," Drew announces as I wipe the tears of pain off my face.

   20.

   By the time Drew escorts me back to the guest room, my balls feel like
they are going to fall off.  The jumping jacks are a HUGE motivator, but I
still end up doing 15 of them total.  The sit up and pushup portion of the
routine is just too much for me regardless of motivation.

   Drew is surprisingly nice to me following my workout session.  He even
runs a nice warm bath for me.  The only embarrassing part is that he makes
me pee in the toilet first.  This would normally be no big deal but he
stands there and evaluates me while I do it.

   "A proper young lady always puts her knees together when she pees," he
informs me.

   I quickly follow the "advice" and close my knees.  I find it harder to
pee this way but I still get the job done.  As I pee I wonder if Drew pees
like this also.  If so then I feel sorry for him since his balls no doubt
reach the water.  That means he is constantly soaking his balls in his own
piss and who knows what else.  I turn a little green when I remember I
licked his balls clean earlier.

   The warm bath feels absolutely scrumptious.  The water and soap sting my
freshly plucked groin a little, but most of the pain goes away pretty fast.
The warm water sooths my muscles and my sore balls as well.  Drew lets me
soak for a long time and he even washes me.  I feel so pampered and don't
want the bath to ever end.  I just want to close my eyes and drift off.  I
don't dare take my eyes off Drew though.  He is being nice right now but I
know his true nature.

   Like all good things, the bath eventually comes to an end.  As I step
out, Drew uses a fluffy towel to dry me off.  He even hands me my clothes
one piece at a time so I can put them on.  His kindness during the bath is
such a drastic change that it actually scares me more than his cruelty
earlier.  I half expect him to snap at me at any second.  But he doesn't.

   "Are you hungry?" he asks once I'm dressed.

   "Yes!" I quickly reply as I remember the reason for the workout session.
"I'm very hungry!"

   The truth is that I am a little hungry.  However, I tried my best to
make it sound like I'm starving.  Drew smiles.  I think he knows what I'm
doing.  He seems pleased with my response though.

   "Let's see what you got in your room here?" Drew says as he opens the
fridge in the guest room.

   So this is "my" room after all.  I get kind of excited as Drew opens the
fridge.  The last time I seen inside it Danielle had lots of food there.  I
peak over Drew's shoulder and discover everything is gone except for a jug
of water.  Drew takes the water out and closes the door.

   "Here we are," he announces as he opens up a cabinet and finds a big bag
of dog food and my two bowls.

   I feel like crying.  I was promised they would take me off this dog food
diet.  Yet, here I am still eating the shit.  They did at least provide me
a little bit of real food for the weekend.  Maybe they will provide me even
more next weekend.  It didn't help that Danielle ate half of it.

   "Tell me `when'," Drew says as he slowly pours the dog food into my feed
dish.

   I want to say "when" right away.  Like I've said before, when it comes
to dog food, a little dab will do you.  Plus, I'm not super hungry to begin
with.  However, I fear that if I don't eat enough of it Drew might increase
my exercise routine.  I cringe as I watch the bowl slowly fill.  I probably
should let him fill it all the way to the top.  However, with my current
lack of appetite I know I will get sick if I ate that much.  So, I say
"when" at the half way mark.  Drew stops pouring and doesn't say anything
so I assume he is satisfied with the amount in the bowl.

   Drew puts the bowl on the floor next to the side of the bed.  He then
fills my water dish and does the same.  I kneel down on the hard concrete
facing the bed and start feeding.  The dog food is the same brand, possibly
the same bag, but it somehow tastes worse.  I think it is because I spent
the weekend eating normal food.  I assure myself that my taste buds will
quickly get used to the flavor again after a couple feedings; or at least
as used to the flavor as they were last week.

   As I feed, Drew takes a seat on the bed directly in front of me.  The
bowls are so close to the bed that he has to rest his black short heel
pumps on either side.  I feel very self-conscious.  I know he is probably
looking down at me.  I want to glance up to confirm this but I'm too
embarrassed.  You would think nothing could embarrassment after everything
I've been through.  However, having Drew stare down into my eyes while I'm
feeding would be more than I could handle right now.

   I stop mid chew as Drew's right foot moves over the top of my food bowl.
I'm confused but I still don't want to look up at Drew in order to try to
find any answers.  Instead, I just slowly finish chewing and then swallow
hard.  I go to lick some water from my bowl but Drew moves his foot so that
I can't.  He clearly wants me to give him some attention so I reluctantly
look up into his eyes.

   Drew is looking down but to my surprise he is not looking at me.  He is
looking at his foot.  He wants me to do something with his foot?  Knowing
Drew it is something humiliating.  I search my mind for the most degrading
thing I can think of that would involve his foot.  You would be surprised
how many things come to mind.  I cross the top 5 things off my list.  A
couple of these just don't seem right for this situation and the other
three are just too horrible to put into action.  So, I go with number 6 on
my list.  I slowly lean back over and give the top of Drew's pump a small
kiss.

   "Sorry, ma'am," I quickly apologize when I pull back and discover I left
a brown dog food smear on the shiny black surface.

   "You did well," Drew assures me.  "You can clean them later."

   Drew turns his foot slightly and I know he wants me to kiss the pump
again in a new spot.  I blush then lean in and do so.  I kiss two other
spots before he finally pulls his foot away.  I quickly go to the water
dish and lick up some fluid in order to help wash away some of the nasty
flavor.

   My stomach turns as I look back at the food dish.  I'm not hungry at all
now and yet I've just barely started.  I go back in anyway and lick up
another few pieces.  As I chew, Drew's foot moves over my water dish again.
He wants more kisses.  I swallow the dry food and lean in and start
kissing. I'm still embarrassed, but I'm also starting to get really pissed.
My balls constantly ache from my weight and I'm kneeling here eating
fucking dog food... isn't that enough?  Does he really have to make it
worse?

   It's not worth getting punished over so I keep kissing until he pulls
the foot away again.

   Drew does this after each of the next five mouths full.  His once
perfect little pump is now a brownish smeared mess.

   "Take it off," he orders after I finish a kiss.

   I reach up to it but he pulls the foot away.

   "Ah!" he growls.  "What do we NEVER use when feeding from our bowls?!"

   I quickly slap my hand back down on the hard concrete.  His voice is so
scary that my whole body trembles in fear.

   His question is apparently rhetorical because he doesn't wait for an
answer and just moves his foot back over my bowl.  Without my hands I have
no choice but to use my mouth to remove the pump.  My first instinct is to
use my tongue to push down on the heel.  However, I realize that if I do
this then the pump might drop into my water dish.  The pump is in need of
cleaning but I know Drew would get highly pissed if I soaked it.

   I examine the pump for a second and come up with plan B.  Plan B
involves pulling the pump off by the heel using my lips.  I don't like plan
B but I can't think of a plan C.

   As my mouth goes for the heel, Drew angles his foot to give me better
access.  I'm thankful for this, but I'm still pissed at him for having to
do it in the first place.  The heel is about a half inch thick at the
bottom and slowly tapers out toward the bottom of the shoe.  I can see a
little bit of dirt and grime on the bottom of the heel.  As I put my lips
over it I pray he has not stepped into anything too offensive lately.  If I
know him though, he probably did so on purpose.  He probably walked through
the grass on the way into the building.  He might have even walked around
in the men's and women's bathrooms.

   I try my best to push all these thoughts out of my head as I seal my
lips around the heel and try to suck the pump off his food.  I can clearly
taste dirt but nothing else really.  However, for all I know all those
other things taste like dirt also.  Though, I kind of doubt that.

   "Good girl," Drew praises as the pump slides off his foot.

   I move it away from the bowls and do my best to gingerly lay it on the
floor.  When I lean back up I expect his other foot to be hovering there.
However, it isn't.  I don't want him to think I'm waiting for it so I
quickly lick up some water and then go back to my food dish.

   As I chew I stare down at Drew's bare foot.  He is not wearing stockings
today and I have a good view of his painted toenails.  I have to admit that
he has pretty feet.  They are very delicate and feminine looking.  You can
tell that he gets regular pedicures.  Most of my attention goes to his
toenails.  The paint job on them is extremely detailed and looks very
professional.  They are white with a kind of red plant like design on them.
Kind of like roses but with red stems, leaves and stuff painted as well. 
Each one looks different which tells me all of it is hand painted.  I make
a mental note to ask Danielle how it is even possible to paint something so
fine and detailed on your nails.  With luck he might even show me how it's
done.  I know my trainers would really be impressed if I could accomplish
something like this.  Plus, it looks cool.

   Drew must have noticed me studying his toenails because he raises his
foot back up so I can get a closer look.  When I go to get another mouth
full of food though he moves his bare foot over the bowl.  At first I think
he wants me to kiss it.  However, his foot lowers down into my food dish. I
look on in shock as his perfect little toes dig around in the bowl. 
Doesn't he know he can ruin his nail polish that way?  If I had fancy
designs like that on my toenails I would never let them touch anything, let
alone scrape around in a dish full of hard dry dog food.

   When his foot finally comes out of the dish I see he is holding a piece
of dog food between his big and index toes.  He holds it out to me.  I
scrunch up my nose in disgust as I lean in and use my tongue to lick the
piece out from between his toes.  As I chew this piece his foot goes back
to my dish.  Out comes another piece and I lick it into my mouth as well.
He does this two more times.  After the last piece he keeps his foot near
my mouth.  When I finally swallow he puts his toes up against my lips.  I'm
sure I know what he wants and I lick his toes clean.

   "Good girl," he praises again as I lick all around the toes and in
between.

   He finally pulls back and I'm able to lean down and lick up some water.
When I come back up I see his foot is digging around in the food dish
again.

   "I just cleaned those toes!" I want to yell at him.

   I hold my tongue.  Instead I just wait for him to feed me.

   We perform the same procedure as before.  Then do it over and over
throughout my feeding.  It's 4 or 5 pieces, swallow each, lick toes, drink
water, then repeat.

   Drew seems to get extremely excited by all of this.  He not only praises
me through most of it but also moans in pleasure a few times.  He even
plays with his dick a little.  I can't imagine what he finds exciting about
it.  The whole thing is disgusting and messy.  He is happy so I guess that
is all that matters.

   There are still a dozen or so pieces of dog food in the dish when Drew
finally stops feeding me.  He pushes the dish off to the side with his foot
to let me know I don't have to eat the rest.  I guess that is my reward for
being such a good puppy for him.  He still makes me lick his entire foot
clean.  He also makes me lick his pump off as well.  His shiny pumps are
black and every little speck of grime can easily be seen.  Drew makes me
lick it for a very long time before he is satisfied it is clean.  He
finally slips his foot back into the wet pump and starts putting my bowls
away.

   He doesn't tell me it is okay to stand so I stay kneeling just in case.
When he is done he walks back over in front of me and sits on the side of
the bed again.

   "You have earned at least 10 hits for raising your hands off the floor
during your feeding," he informs me.  "You did perfect with everything else
though so I am going to let you off this one time."

   "Thank you, ma'am," I say as I give him my best smile.

   I'm far from happy but want to show him I really am appreciative of the
leniency.

   As I look up at him I can see the lust in his eyes.  I also notice him
rubbing his dick through his dress.  I know that he wants me to thank him
with more than just words.  However, something is preventing him from
giving me the order.  Maybe it's not part of my "lesson" plan for the day
and he's not allowed to require me to do it.  Or, maybe he just wants to
see me volunteer my services.  It's weird, but even kneeling here I get a
small sense of power.  He desperately wants something from me but only I
can decide whether to give it or not.  Or at least I'm assuming this is the
case.

   "I'm thinking about maybe removing your ball weight for the rest of the
night," he informs me.  "Maybe let your irritated skin air out overnight."

   There it is... bartering 101.  He wants something and has something he
is willing to offer in return.  His offer is very generous also.  His
position in front of me, however, tells me he wants a blowjob in exchange.
It takes me a moment but I decide it is a fair deal.  Well, as fair as I'm
ever going to see from Drew anyway.

   "D...do you want me to... you know... suck you?" I whisper.

   "I don't know," he says as though he's actually thinking about it. 
"Maybe if you ask nicely."

   You have no idea how close I come to telling him to go fuck himself.  I
swallow what little pride I have left.

   "Please, can I suck you, ma'am?" I whisper.  "I'll do a good job.  I
promise."

   Drew doesn't say anything... he just stands and starts pulling his dress
up.  He doesn't stop until the dress is all the way up around his hips.  My
nervous hands are shaking as I reach up and grab hold of his panties.  His
dick flops out as I slowly pull the panties down and then off.

   He spreads his legs and sits back down on the edge of the bed.  I
swallow hard as I get a close up view of his dick.  It is already leaking
precum and I'm actually a little proud that I have such a powerful effect
on him.  I'm apprehensive though.  I had a very hard time with Danielle's
dick and Drew's is even a little bigger.  I know I won't be able to deep
throat him without involuntarily using my hands.  However, if my hands come
into play then I will no doubt get the punishment he just spared me. 
Something tells me this has been his plan all along.

   There has to be something I can do... some way of ruining his plan.  I
then remember how Danielle fixed the problem.  I crawl over to the cabinet
and searched around in the drawer.  Sure enough, the cuffs are there.  I
grab them and crawl back to Drew.  I click the first one over my right
wrist and then put my hands behind my back.  As I click the second one in
place I smile up at Drew.

   I know the smile will be interpreted by Drew as a devilish teasing kind
of smile.  However, it was really me smiling at the fact that I was able to
out think the guy.  He won't be getting any reason to punish me today.

   I'm surprised at how well Drew takes his defeat.  He shows surprise but
no disappointment.  He just smiles back down at me and scoots out a little
further toward me.

   I know he is extremely excited and wants me to finish him off fast. 
However, I decide to tease him a bit as payback for all the pain he put me
through earlier.  Not to mention the humiliation.  His dick bobs with
excitement as my tongue licks the precum off the side of his cock.  I give
the underside of his dick a few licks also.  This gets a loud moan from
him.

   I know he thinks I'm about to swallow his dick but instead I dip down
and suck one of his nuts into my mouth.  His ball sack is loose and I'm
able to get his ball deep into my mouth.  Once there I flick at it with my
tongue.  I then use my tongue to give it a proper bath.  Once his ball is
washed I suck my spit off it, pull back and let it pop from my mouth.  I
give his other egg-size ball the same treatment.

   When I turn my attention back to his dick I see it already has a trail
of precum running down the side of it again.  I lick up the side of it very
delicately.  Once it is clean I let my tongue lick around on the head of
his dick.  I even seal my lips to it and suck whatever precum might be
inside.

   "Please," Drew begs from above.

   You have no idea how good it feels to make someone else beg for a
change. It's a very small victory... but it's a victory.  I know better
than to make him beg any more than this.  To do so would no doubt result in
me having to beg a lot more down the road myself.  So, I slowly push
forward.

   I get scared as his dick pushes against the back of my throat.  I know
he is on the verge of losing control.  When that happens he will viciously
fuck my throat.  Sure enough, I feel his hands grab that back of my head
and apply pressure.  I gag as I force myself forward.  I actually manage to
deep throat him on my own.  I don't get all of him into my throat but I'm
still surprised and a little proud of myself.  I thought for sure he would
have to force it inside like Danielle did.

   I take a breath and push forward again.  I get about 3/4ths in before I
get scared and pull out once more.  My next 4 tries end the same.  On the
next attempt, however, Drew can't stand it anymore and pulls my head into
his lap.  I gag and my eyes water as my lips kiss the base of his dick.  I
knew this was coming but I'm still frightened.  His dick is just so deep.
It's touching even deeper than Danielle's did.

   At least Drew isn't pinching my nose.  This allows me to breathe a
little easier.  I still don't get enough oxygen but at least it is
something.  It isn't long before my brain starts to swim from the lack of
air.  It doesn't get as bad as yesterday.  In fact, I would say it is about
perfect.  Well, as perfect as asphyxiation can be.  It's enough to send
tingles through my body and reduce the gagging and pain in my throat. 
However, it doesn't make me feel like I'm on the verge of death.  Drew is
too excited and starts spewing his load into my belly long before I can
fully enjoy the effect.  Not that it is something I wish to enjoy.

   Drew removes my handcuffs and then pulls his panties back on and starts
giving me directions for what I'm supposed to do for the rest of the night
and the next morning.  My head is still spinning but I manage to memorize
it all.  There isn't much too it.  I'm to do my normal routine, just with
the exercises added.

   Drew hands me the special screwdriver and tells me to take my weight
off. It is only two screws and pretty easy to figure out.  I let out a sigh
of relief as the weight finally falls off my nuts.  Drew takes it and the
screwdriver from me and puts them on the nightstand.

   "I'm going to leave these here," he informs me.  "You are to put them
back on as soon as you wake up."

   This shocks me.  Surely he knows the screwdriver can be used on my cock
cage also.  I frown.  Of course he does.  He is just hoping the temptation
to remove the cage and masturbate will be too much.  Thus he will get a
chance to punish me after all.  It does sound tempting.  However, they
milked me pretty good today.  I doubt I will get that desperate to play
with myself tonight.

   Drew has me get on the bed on all fours.  He removes my large plug and
brings it to my lips so I can lick it clean.  He puts it on the nightstand
next to the weight and tells me I can keep it off for the rest of the night
also.  I'm amazed at his kindness.  I guess I did better than I thought.

   He grabs some kind of medical lotion and moves behind me.  I look back
as he squeezes a bunch of it into his palm and then reachs for my balls.  I
bite my lower lip in preparation for the pain that is about to erupt from
down there.  However, none comes.  In fact, the cream quickly soothes the
slight itching and burning sensation that was already there.

   It feels very good as his slippery fingers delicately rub and tug this
way and that on my sack.  It feels even better when two of his fingers from
his other hand slide into my ass.  His fingers are just long enough to
reach my ass clit.  I moan and push back against his hand as he gently rubs
my magic spot.  I guess they didn't milk me as much as I thought they did.

   I think this is going to be a bonus milking but Drew stops once it
becomes clear I'm getting pretty worked up.  I moan in protest but he just
giggles.

   "Be a good girl now," he says as he puts the cream away and walks out.

   My eyes immediately go to the screwdriver.  No!  Don't give in!  It's
obviously a set up.  I would bet money he is watching me in the observation
room right now.  The second I pick up that screwdriver he will run in here
and stop me.  Then the weight goes back on my balls and the plug up my ass.
On top of that I'll probably get a huge spanking.  It takes some will power
but I hold myself back until my clit settles down a bit.

   The rest of my night is pretty routine.  It's even early enough for me
to catch the last two classes for the day.  However, when I turn to the
video channel to watch my nightly porn I discover they videotaped all my
classes for the day and are broadcasting them back.  Believe it or not, I
actually enjoy watching this over the porn.  It's always gay porn anyway.
Plus, with that screwdriver sitting there the less porn I watch the better.

   The really cool thing is that I get to use my school books for the first
time.  It's neat being able to follow along in the book like all the other
children.  Now if I could just ask the teacher questions.  These kids are
two and three years younger than me but some of the stuff they are learning
is a little ahead of me.  I figure most of it out on my own though.

   Thankfully, they thought to edit out the second half of each class.  Had
they not then I probably would have been watching long into the night.

   It's around 10 p.m.  when the video finally comes to an end.  I'm very
tired but pull myself out of bed anyway.  I put my books neatly on the
their shelf and then reluctantly walk to my new training room.  Once there
I go through my exercise routine.  I end up doing 25 jumping jacks this
time.  Thankfully, I'm not wearing my ball weight this time.  I'll bet
anything that I was supposed to wear it and my plug for this.  However,
Drew specifically said I didn't have to wear them again until morning.  So,
if anyone ends up getting into trouble it will be him.  I'm just following
orders.

   I'm sweaty but decide not to bathe.  It's not part of my normal routine.
I'll have to ask one of my trainers about it tomorrow.  It doesn't seem
proper for a young lady to go to bed all sweaty.  That's how I'll phrase
it.

   As I crawl under the covers I think about how great it would be if I
could actually turn my room lights off.  It would make sleeping so much
easier.  Plus, I could also sneak the screwdriver under the covers without
the camera noticing.

   I have several nightmares this night.  Most of them are pretty standard.
You know, like the whole being naked in class dream.  Only in this school
this is a very plausible scenario.  The nightmare isn't that I'm naked but
that I'm scared everyone will see that I'm a boy and not a real girl. 
Don't ask me why I'm scared of this.  That's exactly what I want them all
to find out.  It was my entire escape plan even.

   One of the weirder dreams involves the Dean and the doctor chasing me
and throwing darts at me.  I guess that is supposed to symbolize the
electrolysis machine or something.  The only dream that doesn't feel like a
nightmare is one in which I'm kissing and licking Drew's feet.  This dream
feels rather erotic for some reason.  In it I even jack off on his bare
foot and lick it clean.  Of course, once I wake up I'm horrified by the
dream.  I'm not sure what my subconscious was trying to tell me in that
dream... nor do I want to find out.

   I wake early Tuesday to the sound of someone in my room.  As my eyes
focus I think I'm still dreaming.  Casey is decorating a large Christmas
tree near the foot of my bed.  I blink a few times to make sure I'm really
awake.

   "Morning sunshine!" Casey chirps when she sees I'm awake.

   I come full awake when I realize I might have over slept.  I look at the
clock and thankfully discover its only 5 a.m.

   I look back at Casey and am tempted to ask the obvious question. 
However, I keep my mouth zipped.  Instead I grab my plug and lick and
slobber on it.  Then I slowly insert the huge thing up my asshole.  I
normally do this after my enema but my orders are to exercise first.  I'm
sure the plug is expected to be worn during those exercises... even if I
did skip it last night.

   Even the larger plug seems pretty routine.  It's the ball weight that
seems out of place.  It's also the one thing I'm dreading.  I grab it and
the screwdriver anyway and go to work putting it in place.  Putting it on
is very uncomfortable but I'm able to keep from moaning.  Casey is focused
on decorating the tree and I don't want to change that.  The more attention
she gives the tree the less she will give me.

   Now ready for my morning workout, I slide off the bed and make my way to
the door.

   "No," Casey says when she sees me rounding the right side of the bed
toward her.  "Go around the other way."

   I give her a puzzled look.  The only other way is if I crawl across the
bed and go around the other side of the tree.  That seems like a bit of a
hassle just because she is too lazy to step out of my way for two seconds.
I'm not about to say anything.  I just crawl back into the bed and slide
across to the other side.  As I get out and face the door I realize there
is a problem.  The tree is blocking my route.  The tree is only inches from
the bed and maybe a foot between it and the wall.  I stand there for a
minute waiting for Casey to see the flaw in her order.

   "You better get going," she informs me.

   I come very close to protesting.  I'm naked and the pine tree... well,
it's a fucking pine tree!  It's a real pine tree even.  I convince myself
it won't be as bad as it looks and start slowly inching toward it.

   When I get within about a foot the silver tinsel suddenly jumps out at
me.  SNAP!  The tinsel slaps against my left hip and sends a tiny jolt of
electricity through me.

   "Ow!" I protest as I jump back.

   My outburst is more from the surprise than the actual pain.  It hurt but
nothing compared to what I've experienced lately.  I hear Casey giggling on
the other side of the tree.

   "Neat, huh?" Casey says as she pokes her head around the side.  "One of
our graduates created these Christmas lights.  They generate an EM field or
something that keeps the tinsel full of static."

   "Yeah, neat," I reply a little too sarcastically.

   Casey doesn't show any anger but I know I should have just kept my mouth
shut.  It probably isn't a punishable offense but it might ruin her
Christmas spirit.  That could make the rest of my day turn out pretty bad.

   I approach the tree again, only this time I put my hands out in front of
me.  The tinsel snaps hold of my arms and holds on tight.  I can feel a
slight pulsing feeling in my arms.  I'm guessing it is this EM field or
whatever feeding the tinsel with juice.  It feels a little like ants
crawling on my skin.  It's very uncomfortable and seems far from being
healthy.  I hope this damn tree doesn't give me cancer or something.

   I put my back against the wall and start squeezing past the tree.

   "Owie!" I yelp when a bunch of tinsel lower on the tree jumps out and
grabs hold of my cock cage and ball weight.

   My cage and weight quickly become supercharged with electricity.  I'm
not sure but I think they are collecting juice from not only the tinsel but
the EM field itself.  My instinct is to jump away again.  However, I know I
will just have to start all over.  So, I continue forward.

   I do my best to hold the branches back but several still rub across my
body.  It hurts like hell.  I manage to protect my chest pretty good but my
stomach, thighs and legs make a lot of contact.  It becomes a battle
between my desire to rush in order to escape the tinsel and the need to go
slow to minimize the scraping of the branches.

   It only takes about 15 seconds to make my way through but it seems much
longer.  Once past the branches I turn to rush away.  When I do the tinsel
snaps out and gives my rump a kiss goodbye.

   When I enter my training room I see the workout schedule on the wall.  I
glance at it for a minute.  I still can't make heads or tails out of the
order of the workouts.  It just looks random to me.  I guess it doesn't
matter as long as they keep it on the wall.

   My muscles are a little sore as I go through my workout.  I still do
okay my first two sets.  As I start to sweat though my skin begins to itch
and burn a bit.  When I inspect the source I find a bunch of horizontal
tiny red lines.  The tree scraped me just hard enough to irritate the skin
but not enough to actually cut it.

   The scrapes become very irritating.  On top of this, I still have
trouble with sit ups and pushups and end up having to do 17 jumping jacks.
My balls hurt, skin itches and I'm sweaty and tired.  Yeah, I'm not in the
Christmas spirit.  To make matters worse, when I go to enter my old room so
I can take my enema and shower, I find the door is locked.  I inform Casey
and she tells me the room is now off limits to me.  I guess I'm okay with
that.  I have no real fond memories of that room anyway.  However, my
little world just got a bit smaller.

   As I go back into the guest room Casey makes me slide past the tree
again.

   This time I put my front to the wall and let my backside take the brunt
of the tree.  This protects my front side.  However, my hands are not of
much use this way and my back, butt and legs get a ton of contact with the
branches.  Plus, my sweaty body seems to attract the tinsel more.  I moan
and groan as the tinsel shocks my backside.

   "Oh!" I let out extra loud when a bunch of tinsel slaps against my nut
sack from behind.

   The electricity going through my nuts feels different than what I
experienced with the doctor yesterday, but it still brings back a kind of
phantom memory.  For an instant I can actually feel the doctor shocking my
ass clit with the prod.  It's enough to almost make me cum.  Thankfully, I
don't.

   My enema is pretty routine.  However, my new ball weight makes me a
little self-conscious during the procedure.  The weight makes my balls feel
like they are hanging down much further than they actually are.  I keep
thinking they are floating in the toilet water.  I also fear I will expel
my enema on them.  Neither of these things happen, but it dawns on me that
it might if I ever get to the 2.5 or 3 inch weight.

   The warm bath stings my scrapes at first.  However, within minutes they
feel much better.  So do my sore nuts.  I want to stay in the bath forever,
but I know the clock is ticking.

   I get out of the bed and start getting dressed.  As I put my clothes on
I notice Casey is putting presents under the tree.  She sees me watching.

   "You are not to open any of these until told to do so," she informs me.

   She walks around the bed to me holding one of the larger presents.

   "This one you can open now," she says.  "This is from me.  Well,
actually the school paid for most of it.  I still had to chip in a little
extra so I could get you the best stuff."

   I'm a bit shocked that they would buy me presents.  I don't get all that
excited though.  I just know there is probably a poisonous snake or
something in this box.  I glance at the clock and see that I'm running a
little late.  I don't see much choice so I sit on the bed and quickly open
the present.

   I open it with dread but when I see what is inside I quickly smile with
glee.  It's a makeup kit!  My own makeup kit!  I start to jump up and down
with joy but my ball weight quickly puts an end to that.

   "Do I get to keep it?!" I ask, still not believing it's really mine.

   "Of course," Casey giggles.

   "Thank you!" I say as I give Casey a big hug.

   I excitedly go back to the kit and start looking through it in greater
detail.  It has everything I could possibly need.  This is so cool!

   As I go through it I realize that I really shouldn't be happy about
this. I'm a boy after all and this is a girl's gift.  However, I can't deny
how good it feels to have it.  Right now it feels like my only possession
in the world... which isn't far from the truth as long as I'm in here.

   "I was thinking you could set it up here," Casey says as she walks to a
spot to the right of the wide screen TV.

   "I was thinking the same thing," I reply as I carry it over.

   The spot is perfect.  There is a tabletop going most of the way around
the room.  However, unlike the rest of the room, this area doesn't have
cabinets above it.  Instead there is a mirror above it.  The kit has a
small mirror in it but this mirror on the wall will be nice for getting an
overall view of myself.  The only drawback is that the mirror is connected
to the observation room.  Someone could sit in there and watch me do my
makeup and I would never know it.  I just shrug this off.  Not like they
aren't always watching me anyway.

   "Wait, something's missing," Casey says as she leaves the room.

   She goes into the hall and then I hear her unlocking my old room.  A
moment later she comes back carrying a chair and the picture of me mooning
the Dean.  I'm very thankful for the chair... not so much for the picture.
I still give her another hug.  This really is very nice of her.

   Casey stands next to me as I start using the kit in order to get ready
for my day.  There are a few items included in the kit that I'm not
familiar with.  Casey happily jumps in and shows me what a few of them are
for and how to use them.  Among these items are some false eyelashes and a
tool for putting them on.

   "You are kind of young for these," she informs me.  "We will put them on
you today anyway so you can try them out."

   I'm not so hot about using the tool so close to my eye.  However, the
end result is worth it.  I look much prettier with the slightly longer and
thicker eyelashes.  It also makes me look a little older than I normally do
when wearing makeup... maybe 12.  I still don't look my actual age of 13
but it's pretty close.

   Once my makeup and hair is done I go to grab my feed bowls.  Casey stops
me.

   "You won't need to eat today," she informs me.

   I'm not that hungry but I am a bit confused.  Drew was all over my ass
yesterday about not eating enough.  Casey is in charge now so I shut up and
obey.

   "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you how the presents work," she says as I
sit on the edge of my bed.  "The presents under the tree are from a few
people that will visit you between now and Sunday.  The ones on the tree
though are special."

   This catches my attention.  I had noticed some stupid shit hanging on
the tree but thought that was just Casey's way of being silly.  I'm
concerned now that I know these are more than just decoration.  The items
look far from being "presents".  There are a few paddles, a couple belts, a
couple tubes of lube, a rubber glove, and several other weird items.  Some
I know the purpose of, some I've never even seen before.

   "It's our own special secret Santa," Casey informs me.  "The Dean picked
15 employees at the school.  Your dad and the Dean are two of them of
course.  The other 13 are those that the Dean feels deserves an extra
Christmas bonus.  Anyway, 15 slips of paper are placed in a hat.  Each slip
has the description of a present.  Each person then draws a slip at random.

   "Here comes the fun part," Casey continues.  "They attach that slip of
paper to an instrument of their choosing.  Provided it will fit on the tree
of course.  Here, let me show you."

   Casey grabs one of the paddles and brings it to me.  The paddle was held
to the tree with a hook and string.  Also attached to the string is a tiny
card.

   "This card says `Turkey Dinner'," Casey announces as she gives me a
close up view.  "If you choose this item then that means the person that
drew this has to bring you a `Turkey Dinner'.  They attached it to this
paddle though.  That means that in exchange they expect you to give them
the present of letting them use this paddle in some fashion.  They might
want you to use the paddle on them, but I doubt it."

   Casey giggles at her little joke.  There is no name on the card but I do
see a four digit number.  I'm guessing the number represents the employee's
work extension or possibly the last four of their social security number or
something.  I know my dad's work extension but I doubt they would make it
that easy for me to pick him out.  They probably used something else for
him.

   "You can pick up to 3 items per day," Casey continues.  "Just put the
items in your training room on the couch when you do your lunch time
workout.  By the end of the day the employees will bring you your gifts."

   At that, Casey leaves the room.  I sit there not sure what to think
about all of this.  I close my eyes and try to remember the schedule.  I'm
pretty sure I have a workout at noon throughout most of this week.  I will
have to take a closer look during my next workout.

   I open my eyes and look at the clock and see that I have 15 minutes
before my first class starts.  I wait a minute to make sure Casey isn't
coming back.  Then I get out of bed and go to the Christmas tree.  I tell
myself I should just ignore the whole thing.  However, I'm very curious
what presents might be available to me.  Who knows, maybe one of them is a
night out on the town or something else I can use to help escape.  Highly
doubtful but you never know for sure until you look.

   When I approach the tree I put my hand out.  The tinsel sticks to me but
there is no major electrical current like earlier.  I think it is because
I'm wearing shoes now and my feet aren't grounded like before.

   Before looking at the secret Santa stuff I kneel down and look at my
other presents.  These are from people that will be visiting me whether I
want them too or not.  I'm glad to see that there are only 6 boxes.  Each
has a tiny card attached to it with a name.  There is one from Drew,
Danielle, the Dean, Victor, and the doctor.  And of course there is one
that says "Dad and family".  It does not surprise me that my dad would be
one of the ones visiting me for Christmas.  As I think about the names
something occurs to me.  This is probably my list of potential mentors I'm
to choose from.  Well, not Drew and Danielle of course.  Danielle is just a
student and I doubt Drew is eligible.

   The names are no surprise.  However, I had hoped the list would be a
little bigger than this.

   I turn my attention to the secret Santa items hanging from the tree.  I
look at each card.  Most of the items/presents listed are minor.  They seem
more like what you would expect to find in a stocking.  One, for example,
says "Candy" on it.  That one is attached to the glove.  The glove is the
latex kind.  I'm certain that this secret Santa is the doctor.  However, I
find another card attached to some needles.  No, that is more the doctor's
style.  The card for this one says "Banana Split".  Regardless of who these
are for, neither gift seems worth the price.  Not that I know exactly what
the glove or needles would be used for.

   In fact, most of the stated "gifts" seem trivial in comparison to what I
would probably have to give in return.  I do run across a few though that
seem half way reasonable.  Some like the paddle/turkey dinner are
borderline.  The price seems too high now but if I get hungry enough I
might change my mind.  It would be nice to have a decent meal near or on
Christmas.

   There are two items that I feel are an easy "yes".  One says "Cage
removal for one hour".  I'm assuming this means I get to masturbate during
that time.  It's a big assumption but the price seems worth the gamble. 
It's attached to a tube of lube which probably means they want to fuck my
ass in exchange.  I put this item back on the tree where I can easily find
it later.

   The second card says "Newspapers for a week".  It is hardly what I would
normally consider a gift.  However, I'm desperate for information on the
outside world.  It has only been a couple weeks but it seems like years
have passed since I saw the outside world.

   What little TV I've gotten to watched has been nothing more than
comedies and other shows.  No news or anything like that.  This card is
attached to a long metal rod with a bunch of round bumps on it.  I have no
clue what this thing is used for but it looks benign enough.  It's only
about 8 or 9 inches long so it's too short to hurt much if they hit me with
it.  Plus, it's barely wider than a quarter inch so it's not going to hurt
if they stick it up my butt.  It's not sharp or anything so piercing me
with it isn't really possible either.

   I look at the alarm clock and see that I only have 5 minutes before
class starts.  I pull myself away from the tree and get up on my bed. 
However, when I turn the TV on I don't see my first class.  Instead, I see
Victor sitting on a couch by himself.  He is in one of the training rooms
that look just like mine.  At first I think I accidentally activated the
bluRay player.  However, it appears to be off.  I change the channel and
find Victor is on that channel also.

   Not sure what to do I turn back to the channel I'm supposed to be
watching and just sit there and stare at Victor.  I'm hoping that when
class starts the video feed will be switched over.  I wait and wait.  As I
sit there watching Victor I can't help but wonder what unlucky kid is going
to get his attention today.  Whose throat or asshole is going to get fucked
by his big brown Mexican dick?  It's only about a minute until class start
so I doubt I will get to witness any of it.  I actually feel a little
disappointed.

   The bell rings but the video doesn't change.  I'm about to go see if I
can find Casey when I notice movement on the screen.  Victor is motioning
to the camera for someone to walk over.  But I see no one there.

   "Get your ass in here Janice!" he finally growls at the camera.

   Holy shit!  He's talking to me!  That room isn't like my training
room... that IS my training room.  He seems impatient so I don't hesitate
to get out of bed and head his direction.  Butterflies are flapping around
in my tummy as I make my way to my training room.  He wouldn't call me in
there unless he planned to do something to me.

   Oh no!  Ray must have reported my escape attempt!  Now I'm really
nervous.  I stand outside the door for a few seconds and take some deep
breaths.  Then I walk in to face the music.

   I walk to a spot 3 feet in front of the couch and kneel down.  This is
what Drew had me do the other day and I assume it is normal protocol. 
Victor smiles so I'm guessing I did the right thing.

   "Come have a seat," he says as he pats the cushion next to him.

   He seems rather relaxed for someone that is about to punish me for an
attempted escape.

   "Well, did you practice?" he asks me.

   I give him a blank stare.  My mind is so focused on punishment for the
escape attempt that I have trouble processing this question.

   "I told you we would try deep throat next week," he explains.  "Well,
it's next week."

   I blush.  Doing something sexual with Victor had been the furthest thing
from my mind.  I'm extremely relieved though that it is this and not a
punishment.  Maybe Ray didn't report me after all.  I smile wide until I
catch myself and quickly remove it.

   "I practiced a little, Uncle Victor," I whisper.

   He doesn't ask how I practiced and I don't volunteer the information. 
What Danielle and I do is special.  It is just between Danielle and I...
and of course the video cameras and anyone that happens to be in the
observation room.  Okay, there is a chance he already knows anyway.

   I'm happy to see that he still has no problem with me referring to him
as my uncle.  With luck this will make him think of me more as a nephew
than a sexual object.  Granted, for all I know he has some kind of incest
fetish.  Heaven's knows everyone else in this place seems to have one.

   "Show me what you learned," Victor says as he leans back and spreads his
arms wide on top of the couch.

   My face turns beat red.  I can't believe Victor is asking me to do this.
Last week he said he would but I still can't believe it.  I guess I hoped
he would come to his senses and realize all this gay shit isn't right for
me.

   My hand shakes as I slowly reach over and start to unzip him.  I can
already see his huge bulge and know I'm going to have a hard time throating
him.  I swallow hard when I fish the huge thing out of his pants.  He's 8
inches long and 2 inches thick.  That's the same length as Drew is and only
a quarter inch thicker.  However, that quarter inch makes his dick look
much bigger.  I really wish I had those handcuffs right now.  Choking this
monster down without using my hands is going to be a serious challenge.

   "You know, I taught all your sisters how to suck dick," he tells me as I
pull his huge nuts out of his pants as well.

   I smile inside.  He must not have watched the video footage from the
past few days.  He isn't going to teach me how to suck dick like he did my
sisters.  Danielle already beat him too it.  Heck, he isn't even the first
man I've deep throated.  Drew was my first for that.  I almost laugh out
loud at the thought of what he would say if he found out two sissies beat
him to my throat.

   I of course don't have the balls to tell him this in words.  However, I
decide to show him with actions.  I will show him how much I've learned
already.  He will quickly realize someone else already nutted my throat.

   The thought of sucking Victor's dick still seems yucky but I don't dilly
dally around.  I go right in and start licking and slurping up all his
precum.  As I do this I notice his smell is much manlier than both Danielle
and Drew put together.  He has a strong musky smell with a little old spice
in the background.  His precum, while pretty tasteless, still somehow seems
manly like.  This is what I fantasized the first dick I deep throated would
smell and taste like.  Okay, that didn't sound right.  I don't fantasize
about sucking dick.  I just mean... well, you know what I mean.

   I lick his dick clean while bending over his side.  However, I quickly
find myself moving to my knees in front of him.  I can get much better
access this way.  I grab hold of his thick dick with my right hand and pull
it up and out of the way.  I give each of his huge nuts a gentle kiss. 
Then I attack them with my tongue.  I'm not satisfied until I've licked all
his manly musk off his sack.  I then suck one of his balls into my mouth.
It is so huge that it barely fits.  For a second I fear I might scrape it
with my teeth.  I manage though.

   Unfortunately, the fit is so tight that I really can't do much with the
nut.  Even my tongue can't wiggle around much in there.  I decide to just
suck on it a little in order to add just the slightest hint of pain with
his pleasure.  I pop it out and then do the same to the other nut.

   While I'm doing all of this my right hand is gently massaging his dick.
Not enough to get him off of course.  I just want to milk a little more
precum out of him.  It works.  My mouth sucks up a good tablespoon of the
stuff.

   "Oh!" Victor moans in pleasure as I suck the head of his dick into my
mouth.

   I move my hands away from his dick and slowly slide my lips downward. 
This gets another moan from him.  He brings his hands toward my head but I
push them away.  I know I won't be able to keep his hands off my head for
long, but for now I want to show him I can handle a dick without any
assistance.  It's probably not the best move though considering I'm not all
that sure I can actually handle his dick by myself.

   I gag hard when his dick hits the entrance to my throat.  That extra
quarter inch of thickness makes a HUGE difference... way more than I
expected.  I'm determined though.  I pull back until I stop gagging and
then press right back in.  I gag again but this time I don't stop.  I keep
pushing and pushing.  It is extremely uncomfortable as his huge slab of
meat slowly makes its way down my throat.

   I'm choking and gagging and tears are practically spraying out of my
eyes but I get that fucker all the way in.

   "Good girl!" Victor groans as I deep throat him.  "I told your daddy you
would be good at this."

   Well, so much for that victory.  I was so focused on showing Victor up
that I hadn't thought about how else my actions might be interpreted.  Now,
my only wish is to pull off his dick so I can give him a much more mediocre
experience.  However, when I go to pull back I feel his hand on my head
again.  I try to push it away but it isn't budging this time.  My throat
just promised him a good time and that is what he is going to have.

   My lungs start to burn before he finally lets me pull up.  I don't even
get all the way to the head before he is pushing me back down.  I only
managed to get a few breaths through my nose and it is far from being
enough.  I have a death grip on his legs as I try to push myself back up.
He easily holds me in place.  He even does a few short jabs into my throat
just to show how much control he has over me.

   He pulls my head up to the tip and then slams me back down.  He then
does it again and again.  The lack of oxygen turns me into nothing more
than a rag doll.  Once he senses this he pulls his dick half way out.  I
can breathe but just barely.  It is enough to stay alive and barely
conscious but not much more than that.  He starts humping up into my throat
from below.

   This is completely different than when I sucked Danielle and Drew.  I
was deep throating them.  Victor is fucking my throat.  The two may sound
the same but trust me, they aren't.  Not even close.  I'm quickly
discovering that Victor might have a few things to teach me after all.

   Victor gives my throat a very thorough fucking.  He humps up into me for
at least 5 or 6 minutes before he finally settles down.  He then moves his
hands away so I can take control again.  I pull my head up long enough to
take a few breaths and then slam my face back down.  I pull up and then
slam back down.  I start fucking my throat just as fast and hard as he just
did.  I know he will settle for nothing less.  It is uncomfortable and
requires a ton of willpower to force myself to do it.  However, it is worth
it.  With me doing it I have much better control over my breath.  If he
takes over again I will start suffocating once more.

   "This is how you suck a real man's dick.  I'm not going to settle for
some lovey dovey blowjob like your sissy boyfriends do."

   He doesn't say this out loud.  There is no need.  His message is very
clear.

   I fuck my throat on his dick for another 5 minutes before he feeds me
his load.  His dick is deep when it goes off and most of his jizz shoots
straight to my tummy.  However, I back off it before he can finish and let
the last couple spurts shoot over my tongue.  It's disgusting but for some
reason I want to taste it.  You know, just to see if it tastes just as
manly as last time.  And to kind of compare it to Danielle and Drew's
flavor.  It's not like I enjoy the flavor or anything.  I was just curious
is all.

   His cum definitely tastes manly.  It's bitter and strong... even more so
than I remember.  Danielle and Drew's flavor can't even compare.  Not that
this is a bad thing.  Danielle's cum is much sweeter.  I like his cum much
better.  Still, there is just something about Victor's manly taste that
sends a shiver through my body.

   "Not bad," Victor says as I finally pull my mouth off his dick and start
licking his balls and dick clean.  "A little more practice and I think you
will be giving your sisters a run for their money."

   My blush deepens.  I'm happy that he is pleased but it is still very
embarrassing to have done this with him.  The thought of becoming a better
cock sucker than my sisters isn't that pleasing either.

   After I'm done cleaning him I sit on the couch and try to wipe all my
tears away.  I'm startled when I hear someone step into the room.

   "Daddy!" I yell as I jump up from the couch and run to him.

   My ball weight bounces up and down as I run but it is worth it in order
to go into my father's arms.  I hug him tight and he hugs me back.  As I
hug him, I realize I'm acting like a sissy.  I don't care, it just feels so
good to be safe in his arms.

   "I want to go home," I tell him.

   "Shhh... don't worry honey," he tells me.  "You will get to come home
soon."

   Soon?  Today, tomorrow, next week, next month, three months from now...
what exactly is his definition of soon?  I want to ask him but he pulls
away from me and starts walking toward Victor.  I pull on my dad's shirt
hoping I can convince him to leave with me now.  He keeps walking.  As I
cower behind my dad I suddenly realize I'm acting the exact same way Amber
did in the BluRay video.  I stop in my tracks when I remember what happened
next in the video.  Sure enough, my dad shakes Victor's hand and sits on
the couch.  He then looks up at me and pats the cushion between them.

   Daddy is going to make me suck his dick!  I shake my head "no" but find
myself slowly walking to the couch.  It's just not in me to disobey my
father.  Besides, I already know I have no choice.  I can obey now or I can
get punished and obey later.

   I'm crying and my body is shaking as I sit down between them.

   "She's pretty good," Victor tells my father.  "Janice is a very fast
learner.  Either that or Jack was one of those closet homos.  Maybe he was
sucking football players off in the showers at school."

   "Watch what you say about my boy!" Dad growls.  "Jack was as straight as
they come.  Just like his father."

   "Sorry, man," Victor apologizes.  "I was just talking shit.  You're
right though, Jack was a good boy.  Just like Janice is a good girl."

   What the fuck are they talking about?!  I'm one in the same!  I'm not
liking this "Jack was", "Janice is" shit.  Do they actually think of me
this way or are they just trying to fuck with my head?  I guess it really
doesn't matter.  In either case it is clear I can't expect any help from my
father.

   "Show daddy how good of a girl you can be," Victor says as he nudges me
toward my dad.

   My whole upper body becomes pink as I turn toward my father.  I want to
look him in the face to see if he is blushing as well.  I know he won't
help me but it would mean a lot if I at least knew he is embarrassed and
ashamed of what he is about to do to me.  I'm too embarrassed to meet his
eyes though.  Instead I keep looking down at his lap.

   If he is ashamed it certainly doesn't prevent him from getting excited.
I can see the outline of his hard dick pressing against his trousers.  My
hand quivers as I reach over and slowly unzip him.  While I have seen his
dick several times in the past, it takes on a whole new light when it comes
into view this time.

   I start seeing details I never paid much attention to before... like its
exact size and shape.  It's about the same size as Victor's only with a
slight bend to the left.  Dad's nuts look much bigger also.  That is saying
a lot considering how big Victor's are.

   I jerk when I feel my dad's hand on my shoulder.  He rubs his hand back
and forth, almost lovingly.  Then he gently grabs hold of my neck and
nudges me toward his dick.  I go stiff.  He patiently waits for me to calm
down.  Then he applies pressure again.  This time I let myself be pushed
into place.

   "Be a good girl for daddy," dad whispers to me.

   This seems to be the company line around here.  It takes on new meaning
though now that my real dad is saying it.

   As I inch closer to his dick something drastic changes in my head.  For
the last couple weeks Jack has been brave and endured everything they could
throw at him.  Janice was always there to hold his hand but Jack never
cowered... not really.  Not even during his potty training.  Jack can't
deal with this though... he just can't suck his own father's dick.  Yet, he
knows there is no getting out of it.  So, he hides deep inside my head. 
This is something Janice will just have to do on her own.

   The next thing I know I'm breathing hard and hovering over my father's
dick.  His dick is soaked with my spit and I can taste his bitter cum in my
mouth.  Janice has just finished sucking him off.

   "Thank you Janice," I say to myself.

   While I'm thankful for Janice taking the brunt of this ordeal, I still
wish she would have finished swallowing his load and possibly licked him
clean before turning control back over to me.  I'm guessing this is
Janice's way of getting back at me for abandoning her.

   I close my eyes and force myself to swallow the last of my father's
load. As it slithers down my throat I think about hiding again and making
Janice finish this task.  It is very tempting.  And it had been so easy to
do earlier.  It had felt so good cuddled up in that dark warm spot.  The
only thing that keeps me from doing so is the fact that it had felt a
little too good.  I fear if I go there too often I might decide to never
come back.

   My blush deepens and I start crying as I lick my father's dick clean. 
This is so disgusting.  Almost as disgusting as what I know Janice did to
him just now.  Thankfully, the cleanup job only lasts a couple minutes and
I'm able to pull away.

   "Do you need me to bring any food or drinks over on Sunday?" Victor asks
as he puts his hand behind my head and pulls my face over to his lap.

   I want to struggle against Victor's grip but my brain and body are just
too weak from the last two blowjobs.  I part my lips and let him slide down
my throat again.

   "Maybe a couple six packs," my dad responds.  "Wife won't let me buy
anything but that light shit.  Says I need to lose some weight.  If you
bring some real beer over it would be impolite if I didn't drink some of
it."

   They both laugh at my dad's little plan.

   I can't believe they are making Christmas dinner plans and talking so
casually as I sit here face fucking myself with Victor's dick.  Don't they
realize how horrible this is for me?

   "Shit, your girl is good!" Victor moans as he interrupts their
conversation.

   "Yeah, I have to admit I'm pretty surprised she is doing so well so
quickly," my dad replies.  "She seems to have a taste for cum also.  Never
seen a girl this fresh swallow it down so eagerly."

   I feel utterly humiliated.  I've changed my mind.  Please go back to
talking about Christmas dinner.  Please don't talk about me anymore!

   It takes Victor 20 more minutes before he cums.  Luckily, they don't
talk about me that much more during this time.  Mainly they talk about
everything from the weather to sports.  They act like it is just another
day at the office for them... which I guess it is.

   "You want another shot at her?" Victor asks as I finish licking him
clean.

   I look up at my father.  Please no!  Please no!  Please no!

   "Tempting but I have 3 other daughters I have to attend too," dad
replies with a chuckle.  "I'll maybe pay her a visit later today or
tomorrow."

   "Are you sure?" Victor asks again.  "Lift your dress up girl and show
daddy your polka dots.  That will get him going again.

   I think Victor is just joking but when I don't comply he flips the front
of my skirt up for me.  I blush as they both look down at my newly plucked
groin.  The red dots are still there but they don't look as prominent as
they did yesterday.  I shudder as my dad's hand goes to my lap and he runs
his index and middle finger across my hairless skin.

   "Oh!" I groan as his fingers move to my balls.

   Dad gets more adventurous in this area.  All of his fingers explore my
nuts.  He even lifts and squeezes them gently.  It's uncomfortable but my
main problem with it is the fact that it is my dad doing it.

   "Have they started milking her yet?" my dad asks as he gives my cock
cage a tap.

   "You bet," Victor quickly replies.  "She cums at the drop of a hat also.
I've never seen a girl milk so much this early in their training.  If you
want we can take her plug out and milk her a little yourself."

   Victor seems a little too eager to get my dad's dick in one of my holes.
He might just be fucking with my head.  However, I think there is more
going on here.  Like maybe he is trying to ruin my dad's chances of
becoming my mentor.  I have to admit that it's a good plan.  I'm already
horrified with what I did with my father earlier... even if I can't
remember it.  I need time to process it all.  If I have to take him in one
of my holes again too soon I'm not sure I would ever mentally recover.

   And of course, with my dad out of the picture that would leave Victor in
the front running.  What Victor doesn't realize is that I've long since
decided against taking my father as my mentor.  All Victor is managing to
do is convince me he is a manipulative asshole.  Unfortunately, that
doesn't make him any worse than all the other candidates.

   I can tell my dad is interested but he turns the offer down.

   "Duty calls," he says as he tucks his cock back into his pants and zips
up.

   As they share parting words, Victor motions for me to go back to my
room. When I begin to walk away one of them gives my rump a little love
tap. I'm guessing it was Victor but I'm too embarrassed to turn and see. 
My main goal is to just get out of this room before my dad changes his
mind.

   As I leave the room it is extremely tempting to listen at the door.  It
would be nice to see if my dad is really on board with all of this or if he
was just playing along in order to keep his job.  I'm too scared though
that I would find out that he wasn't just playing along.  That he really
did like making me suck him off.  I decide it is best not to know.

   I almost run face first into the Dean as I turn to enter my room.  Fuck!
Can't a girl get a break around here?

   "Hello little girl," the Dean says with a smile.  "Did you enjoy daddy's
taste?"

   What a prick!  It's almost like he doesn't want me to pick him as my
mentor.  I have to admit though that with the Dean you at least know who
you are dealing with.  Unlike the doctor, Victor and even my dad, the Dean
doesn't try to pretend he is something he isn't.  Or, try to convince me
not to pick one of the others for this or that reason.  Still doesn't mean
I want him as a mentor.

   "Did daddy taste good?" the Dean asks again.

   The first time sounded rhetorical.  This time it is clear he wants an
answer.  I know that he is only going to be happy with one answer too.

   "Yes, sir," I whisper, hoping my dad doesn't overhear.

   "I can't hear you," the Dean growls.

   "Yes, sir," I say much louder this time.

   "Yes, what?" he counters.

   I know he isn't going to be happy until I say it all so I do.

   "Yes, daddy's cum tasted good," I say with a blush.

   I look toward my training room and pray my dad is not standing anywhere
near the door.  If so then he surely heard me.

   "Good girl," the Dean praises.  "Now strip down."

   I move toward the door but he doesn't move to let me pass.

   "Hurry!" he growls.

   I look back down the hall.  My dad still hasn't emerged from the room
yet.  I don't know what Victor is talking to him about in there but I'm
grateful.  I know the clock is against me so I strip down in record time.
Just my luck, right when the last of my clothes come off my dad walks into
the hall and looks my direction.  He gives a quick wave to the Dean and the
Dean nods back.

   "Go give your daddy a hug goodbye and thank him for letting you eat his
delicious cum," the Dean says and then continues in a growl.  "And tell it
to him EXACTLY like that."

   His voice makes me shiver in fear.  I don't hesitate and run into my
dad's arms once more.

   "Goodbye daddy," I whisper in shame.  "Thank you for... for letting me
eat your... your delicious cum."

   The humiliation is too great and I start crying and run back toward the
Dean.  My balls hurt on every step but I don't care.  I just want to find a
big rock and crawl under it.  Thankfully, the Dean is satisfied and lets me
pass on into my room.  I quickly climb up on my bed and bury my face in the
pillow.  How can the Dean be so mean?  I'll never be able to face my dad
again.

   I hear someone to the left of me.  I peek out and see the Dean has my
clothes and is putting them on my nightstand.

   "Quit being such a baby," the Dean says after a minute.  "Get out of the
bed and come to the door."

   As I approach the door once more I pry my dad is long gone.  The Dean
doesn't take me into the hall though.  He stops me right at the door.

   "You haven't been eating enough," the Dean begins.  "I've asked some of
the staff to help you with this problem."

   Again with this shit!  If they gave me some real food then I would
fucking eat it!

   "They are going to come visit you during their breaks and stuff," he
continues.  "When they knock on your door you are to come kneel in front of
this hole."

   At that, the Dean closes the door part way and pulls a latch on the side
of it.  A small section in the center of the door suddenly opens up leaving
a large 6 inch hole through the door.  It is obvious what I'm supposed to
do next but the Dean tells me anyway.

   "You are to suck them until they cum in your mouth," he informs me. 
"You are to try your best to deep throat them as much as possible. 
However, when they cum you are to pull back and collect it all in your
mouth.  You can swallow some of it if it starts to overflow your mouth but
you better have a full mouth full of it when they are done.  When they pull
away you are to put your mouth against the hole and open as wide as
possible so they can verify your feeding.  When they give you permission
you are to then swallow it and thank them for their delicious cum.  Do you
have all of that?"

   "Yes, sir," I reply as my face reddens.

   "Show me how you plan to kneel," he says as he closes the door with him
on my side of it.

   This seems stupid.  Kneeling is the easy part.  I do as requested
anyway. I get down on my knees about a foot from the door and then lean my
head toward the hole with my hands on either side of it.

   "Put your knees and thighs right up against the door," he informs me. 
"I want them hearing your cock cage rubbing and tapping against the door as
you suck them off."

   I do as ordered.  This position doesn't feel that natural.  The angle
will make deep throating a lot harder.  I will also have to arch my back a
bit on each outward stroke.

   "Good," he says as he pushes me to the side.

   I fall over and against the side of the tree.  The branches scrape my
back and the tinsel snaps at my skin.  I wait for the Dean to leave before
I try to get back up.  I almost give the door the finger but thankfully
remember the video camera.

   My next class will be starting in about 20 minutes.  The short break
will be nice.  I stand and start toward the bed.

   Knock.  Knock.

   Fuck!  I look back at the door in despair.  Sure enough, I see the
Dean's 9 inch long, 2.5 inch thick monster dick slide through the hole.

   I kneel down at the door but I already know that throating the Dean's
dick is impossible.  I'm certain the Dean knows this as well.  Danielle was
able to deep throat this dick by my age but he had years and years of
practice by then.  I've been at it for only 3 days.

   I scoot my knees up against the bottom of the door.  I make sure my cock
cage makes an audible knock as I push my hips against the door as well.

   The outer frame of the door is the same thickness as any other. 
However, the inner section of the door is only maybe a half inch thick. 
It's solid and sturdy but thin.  This fact probably seems trivial until you
have to suck a dick through an opening in it.  It's probably a full inch
thinner than the rest of the door.  That means an extra inch of dick poking
through the hole.  And that means an extra inch for my throat.  While I
have no plans of deep throating the Dean, the thinness of the door also
allows his balls to easily hang through the hole.  Now this I can work
with.

   The Dean doesn't have much precum yet so I decide to work on his nuts
first.  When my face moves in I take my customary whiff.  I quickly back
out.  The smell is very pungent.  Way stronger than it should be.  I
noticed the smell when I approached the door but I thought it had been my
imagination.  It is very real.  I fear the Dean must have forgotten to
shower this morning.  From the smell of it he might have forgotten
yesterday and the weekend as well.  Who can forget such a thing?

   Then it dawns on me that no one forgets to bathe.  It was a conscious
decision on his part.  I feel ill at the thought of how many days his dick
and balls have been percolating in his shorts.

   "It smells, sir," I say loud enough for him to hear through the door.

   I say it without thinking.  Of course it smells.  I'm sure that is the
whole point.  I still wait in hopes that maybe he doesn't realize this fact
and might let me off the hook.  Yeah, I'm clearly not thinking that
straight.

   I realize my mistake the second the dick starts to withdraw.  He's going
to come in and spank the shit out of me... or worse.  A little bit of pee
drips from my cage as I cower away from the door.  I'm surprised though
when the door doesn't open.  In fact, I hear him walking away.

   I peak through the hole and see him going into my old room across the
hall.  Oh shit!  Oh shit!  He's probably going in there to get a whip or
something.  Unless he is actually planning to wash his dick... which I
highly doubt.  When he comes out of the room he is carrying... well, I'm
not sure what it is.  Okay, I know what it IS... it's a 6"x6"x2" chunk of
metal with a handle on it.  What I meant to say is that I don't know what
it is used for.  I saw it days ago in one of the cabinets and assumed it
was some kind of door stop.  Well, he is bringing it toward my door but I
doubt it is used for what I thought it was.  I pray he doesn't plan to hit
me with it.  It's big enough that it could break bones.

   When he reaches the door it doesn't open like I expect.  Instead, his
smelly dick and balls come through the hole once more.  Thank God!  He's
giving me a second chance.  I quickly slide up against the door again.  The
smell is horrid but I know I have to be the bestest girl possible for him
if I want to avoid punishment.

   However, before I can start licking him clean I feel someone behind me
push my nuts hard against the door.  It hurts like hell but I'm mainly
shocked that someone else is in my room.  I'm shocked further when I look
back and find no one there.  Very puzzled, I try to pull away from the
door. However, I can't.  The ghost is pressing my cock cage and ball weight
too hard.  I wave my hand behind me at the invisible entity but find
nothing but air.

   It's happened!  I've finally completely lost my mind.  Is that you
Janice?  Are you doing this to me?  Why?  I'm sorry if I upset you earlier
with my dad.  I won't leave you like that again, I promise.

   I've known for days now that my mind is becoming a tiny bit unbalanced.
Whose wouldn't?  Have I really slipped this far though?  It doesn't seem
possible.  I don't feel that much different.

   Something suddenly dawns on me.  Only the ball weight and cock cage are
being pushed against the door.  My balls are being mashed against it
because of the angle but it is the weight pushing them there.  It's a
magnet!  The large chunk of metal the Dean has is a magnet and he has it
against the door on the outside.  Only the Dean would think of such a
horrible thing.

   My thought process only takes 20 seconds or so but the Dean is an
impatient man.  Now my balls are not only pushed against the door but are
now slowly being pulled downward.  It's clear he has let go of the magnet
and gravity is doing the rest.  The only thing keeping it from just jetting
to the ground is the attraction through the door and the friction of the
door material itself.

   I spread my knees wider so I can lower my waist a little and ease the
pain.  However, after 3 inches I realize I have to hold my ground.  If I go
any further I won't be able to service the Dean's dick.  If I'm unable to
do that then he will probably leave me pinned to the door for the rest of
the day.  He might even open the door and take the whip to me as well.

   The ball weight pulls down on my nuts at least 5 times its normal weight
before it finally stops moving downward.  My balls are being pushed against
the door and down so hard that it makes me nauseous.  The Dean's nasty
smelling groin only makes it worse.

   I don't want the Dean to become even more irate, so I start licking at
the head of his dick.  The smell is least offensive there.  The taste is
just as strong and disgusting as I expect.  It's also very salty.  It's no
doubt sweat residue.  Knowing him he probably worked out every day just to
make his dick and balls as rank as possible.

   As I lick his dick clean, I hear the large magnet moving against the
door again.  This time though it is moving up.  I ponder how the Dean could
stand against the door and move the large magnet around at the same time.
It dawns on me that he must have someone out there helping him.  I'm
guessing it is another child... one old and strong enough to handle the
large magnet.  I doubt many adults in this place would be willing to sit so
close to the Dean's smelly groin.

   The weight slowly does large circles on the door around my groin.  As it
moves it pulls at my weight in different directions.  I get relief from the
pain in one area and new pain in another.

   I get more vigorous with the Dean's dick, hoping I can end this torture
faster.  I give his long dick a good tongue cleaning and then move to his
much smellier balls.  The smell makes me gag but it seems trivial compared
the pain in my balls.  I lick his nasty sack for a couple minutes until
they are dripping wet.  Then I part my lips and press them to his sack and
start sucking.  I'm like a miniature vacuum cleaner as I slurp all my spit
off his nut sack.  His balls are much too big to fit in my mouth without me
scraping them with my teeth, so I just suck them partly inside.  As an
alternative prize for him I suck a bunch of his loose sack skin into my
mouth and lick and nibble on it delicately.

   I hear him moan through the door but the magnet keeps moving around. 
This tells me my torture probably isn't going to end until he cums.

   I lick my way back to the tip of his cock and suck the head into my
mouth.  God his cock is fat.  I can barely get it into my mouth.  It is
hard to believe that Danielle can actually deep throat this monster.  A
weird tingle shoots through my body when I realize that if I don't escape
then someday I will be able to do it also.  That day isn't today though.

   I still try to get as much into my mouth as possible.  I have to show
him that I'm at least trying.  I get 3 inches or so into my mouth before it
reaches the top of my throat.  I press my face forward.  It hurts like hell
as the head of his dick tries to squeeze into my throat.  Amazingly, I
don't gag that much.  I think Victor face fucking me has gotten rid of most
of my gag reflex.  I'm sure that is part of his training for me.  I'm happy
to be rid of most of the gagging.  However, I'm still not happy with him.
He enjoyed the training a little too much.

   "It won't fit, sir," I say after a couple minutes of trying.  "Do you
want me to use my hands instead?"

   I hear him mumble a "yes".  I knew he would see it my way.  Pressing his
dick so hard against the back of my mouth had to be uncomfortable for him
also.  Any harder and I'm sure his dick would have buckled.  I almost laugh
out loud at the thought of him having to go to the doctor to have his dick
examined.

   I put the head of his dick back in my mouth and use my tongue to play
with it while my hands start massaging his staff.  Masturbating a dick is
something they don't need to teach me.  I'm a master at it.  I was getting
a ton of pussy as part of my job here.  However, that was only for about a
month or so; prior to that I was just a normal 13-year-old boy.  Not that I
was a virgin when I started work here.  I took one girl's cherry prior to
that and got sucked off twice.  That, however, is very far from being
enough sex to keep me satisfied for the 10 months or so since I hit
puberty. I masturbated at least 2 to 3 times a day.  Hell, I was still
masturbated at least once a day even after I started working here.

   That said, this angle is the opposite of what I am used too.  Plus, the
Dean's dick is considerably bigger than my own.  I get the hang of it
though pretty fast.  I rub all the right spots and make sure I give his
balls plenty of attention.

   The more I work on his dick the quieter the Dean becomes.  He isn't
fooling me, the river of precum in my mouth tells me that I'm doing a good
job.  My guess is that he is trying to surprise me with his climax.  Either
to get me to spill it or possibly swallow too much of it.

   It's hard to concentrate with my balls in so much pain.  However, I know
I have too if I don't want to be caught off guard by the Dean's climax.  As
I masturbate him I focus on various things like the amount of precum I'm
getting, how often his dick twitches.  Pretty much any sign of pending
climax.

   It isn't long and I can tell he is getting very close.  Any minute now.
Any minute.  Then bam!  I get a large burst into the back of my mouth.  I
automatically swallow it before I can stop myself.  That's okay.  I know
the Dean has at least two or 3 mouths full for me.  I want to make sure my
mouth is practically overflowing though when I show it to him.  So, I back
my mouth up until just my lips are over the tip.  This makes tons more room
for his cum.  He still fills my mouth up though.  The next burst threatens
to overflow my mouth so I let a couple teaspoons worth drain down my
throat.

   Finally, the last few drops drool out the end of his dick and into my
mouth.  The Dean's dick then disappears.  I bring my mouth to the hole and
tilt my head slightly so I can open wide without spilling any.  My mouth is
absolutely full of the slimy jizz and I just know he will be happy with
what he sees.

   I can sense that he is looking through the hole but he gives no order to
swallow.  I blush as I patiently wait.  A minute goes by and then I feel
his finger go into my mouth and stir the cum around.  Putting your finger
into your own cum seems disgusting to me.  Of course having his cum in my
mouth is much worse.  Still, I would never put my finger in there unless
they made me.

   The Dean toys with the cum for a minute and then tells me I can swallow.
It takes 3 swallows to get it all down.  Even then I can still feel it
coating my mouth and gums.  The Dean tells me to put my mouth back to the
hole so he can verify I ate it all.  When I do I feel him spit into my
mouth.

   I pull back and start to gag.  God, that was disgusting!  Who does
something like that?  I go to spit it out but he growls at me to swallow. I
start crying as I close my lips and obey.

   21.

   The Dean must have sent out a memo because I get a steady stream of
visitors throughout the school day.  Normally they show up half way through
my classes, the second my teacher finishes his lecture.  Sometimes two or
three line up at my door.

   Casey was right about one thing, I didn't need to eat any dog food
today. I have a tummy full of cum within a few hours.  I'm bloated with the
stuff by the end of the school day.  I feel even fuller than after
Thanksgiving dinner.

   I never thought I would hear myself say this in a million years, but I
actually preferred sucking the Dean off; minus the smell and the magnet of
course.  With him I didn't have to deep throat.  However, I was able to fit
almost everyone else's dick down my throat.

   Needless to say, my throat is extremely raw by the end of the day.  By
then it is hurting like hell when I deep throat.  When I swallow their cum
it feels like I'm drinking acid.

   I find that my class time is starting to become the highlight of my stay
here.  I've never been the best of students but I find myself riveted to
the TV as I listen to the teachers lecture.  I even start to understand
some of the more complex stuff.  Even the math, if you can believe that.

   It is hard to explain, but the classes are a kind of escape for me. 
They provide me something to concentrate on other than what has been
happening to me lately.  I still know where I am and stuff of course. 
However, I just don't think about it.  Instead all of my brain's resources
work on understanding the lectures... the harder the subject the better.

   In addition to the mental escape, I also get these eureka-like thrills
of victory each time I figure something out.  I never thought learning
could feel so good.  It's almost like a drug.

   Of course, each lecture eventually comes to an end and my brain crashes
hard as I hear the familiar knock at my door.  Then it is back to torturing
my throat for the next 30 minutes or so.

   By the end of the day I become extremely good at sensing when men are
about to cum.  Something tells me that this is the main reason for making
me show each one of them my mouth full of cum.  It makes me have to judge
when they are about to climax and back off each dick.

   For some of the men it is extremely easy to judge.  They either start
humping through the hole or groaning very loud.  However, many of them try
to trick me just like the Dean.  A few manage to trick me but I luck out
and they are big cummers and I'm still able to pull back and get an
acceptable mouth full of their jizz.

   Victor visits the hole three times today.  I can tell it is him by the
color and shape of his dick.  Of course, I could pick him out of a lineup
while blindfolded.  I would be able to tell by his smell and flavor; plus
how his dick feels in my throat.  Granted, the way he jack hammers back and
forth through the hole kind of gives him away also.

   *********

   Knock.  Knock.

   I groan as I pull myself out of my bed.  I just finished watching my
last class and had hoped I wouldn't get any more visitors at my door.

   I hurry to the door.  My weight swings back and forth a little but it
doesn't bother me as much as it once did.  Not since my time with the
magnet this morning.  The weight feels like a feather compared to that
ordeal.  The odd thing is that it is still just as painful.  However, I
somehow deal with it much easier.

   I'm pretty sure I'm not injured down there.  The doctor even made a
short visit and said as much.  He visited around noon and watched me do my
exercises.  He then temporarily removed the weight and gave my nuts a
thorough inspection.  I expected him to give me shots or something but he
didn't.  He just tells me I'm fine, puts the weight back on, and then
leaves.

   The visit seems very uncharacteristic for the man.  I can only assume he
had a busy schedule today.

   I reach my door and kneel down.  The cock comes through and I have it
down my sore throat immediately.  I've found that most of the men at the
hole don't care if I skip all the foreplay.  That is fine with me.  It just
means a lot less hairs in my teeth from licking and sucking their balls.

   I pump this dick with my throat three times before I notice something.
There is something about his taste and smell.  Also the way his dick feels
in my throat.

   I quickly pull off it.  I stare in horror as I recognize that slight
bend to the left.

   "Daddy," I say without thinking.

   I blush.  Why did I have to acknowledge that I knew who he was?  I could
have finished the job in silence and we could have both pretended this
never happened.

   After this morning you would think it wouldn't matter.  But it does. 
Victor was there edging my dad on this morning.  Knowing I sucked my dad
off on that couch was horribly humiliating.  However, we could still both
pretend that we only did it because we were being made too.

   This, however, was different.  It's just him and I.  There probably
isn't anyone out there ensuring he go through with this.  I'm not even sure
the camera in here has a good shot of me at the door.

   I blush at the thought that he might have come here voluntarily.  Is it
possible I did such a good job this morning that he wanted another taste of
my throat?  I tell myself that dad wouldn't do that.  However, I'm not as
sure as I once was.

   This is the perfect opportunity to test my father.  I should refuse to
suck his dick.  Then, if he doesn't report or punish me then I know he is
on my side.

   For a few seconds, I even decide to follow through with this plan. 
However, I find my lips slowly moving back toward my father's dick.  The
risk is just too great.  They would give me a horrible punishment and then
make me suck my dad's dick anyway.  Only then they probably wouldn't have
the door separating us.

   As my lips slide over the head of his slippery dick, I tell myself that
this is just another cock.  That it is no different than the 15 to 20
others I've sucked today.  I know this isn't true though.  It's daddy's
dick!

   I try to withdraw to my safe hiding place in the back of my head but
Janice won't let me.  She is prepared this time and blocks the way.

   I find her actions cruel at first.  However, she holds me in a loving
embrace.

   "You need to do this," she tells me.  "I will help you through it."

   I want to beg her to let me go so I can hide again.  However, I know she
is right.  If Jack is to survive then he needs to face this.  If I hide
away now then I will probably end up spending the rest of my life huddled
in that dark warm corner.

   I can do this!  I can do this!

   However, as my father's dick pushes into my throat again I start
struggling against Janice.  She holds me tight until I finally calm down.

   Janice has to take over my body, but I remain there and watch.  Janice
forces our head back and forth and I feel dad's dick slide in and out of my
throat.

   To help me with the ordeal, Janice sends little shivers through my body.
They consist of pleasure, excitement, and desire all mixed together.  They
mingle and even start canceling out all the jolts of disgust and
humiliation that Jack is sending out.

   I know she is only trying to help, but it angers me that she would make
me enjoy this.  I feel like I'm being mentally raped by her.  I try to hold
on to my anger but Janice easily overrides it as well.  It scares me how
strong she is.  Or is it possible that Jack is just too weak?

   It isn't long and I'm almost welcoming my father's dick.  The revulsion
is still there but I also feel a kind of strange comfort.  It is the same
kind of comfort I used to get years back when my dad would often hug me. 
It has been years since dad and I have been close like that but I have to
admit that I still sometimes get this feeling whenever I smell his familiar
scent.  I think Janice found that fond feeling is feeding it back to me. 
However, instead of just his scent she is making me associate daddy's taste
with the feeling as well.  I know it is just an illusion being projected by
Janice but I can't help but experience it.

   I'm being a good girl for daddy!  I'm being a good girl for daddy!

   I'm not sure if it is me or Janice saying this but I hear it echoing
around in my head.  I even start saying it out loud.  Thankfully, it only
comes out as a mumble because of the cock in my mouth.

   My father starts humping at the hole and I know he is about to cum. 
Janice pulls my head back just in time for the first squirt to land across
my tongue.  Then, she does something that catches me completely off guard.
She lets go of me and backs away.

   "NO!" the voice in my head screams.  "Don't leave me now!"

   She doesn't listen.  She just stands back and watches as I accept my
father's cum in my mouth.  Even worse, she stops flooding my body with
pleasure.  My disgust and humiliation quickly surface again as my mouth
fills up with father's goo.

   My dad's load is thick and plentiful.  It makes me wonder if he actually
fucked my sisters today.  Or was he just using that as an excuse so he
could take it easy on me?  Granted, it is also possible he just wanted his
next load to be nice and big for me.

   As my mouth is about to overflow I debate letting it do so; possibly
even spitting all his jizz out.  However, I've gone this far and it would
be horrible for it all to have been for nothing.  Just this one last
horrible task and the ordeal will be over.

   I relax my throat muscles and let some of his goo slither down.  I have
to drink down several teaspoons to keep any from spilling.  It is amazing
how much cum he gives me.  It is at least 5 times what I think I would
normally produce.

   Now that I think about it, all the men today have cum almost this much.
I wonder if the doctor provides them with medication or other treatments
that allow them to produce so much cum.  I quickly push this observation
out of my head.  I really don't want to be thinking about how much cum I've
eaten today.

   Finally, my dad's dick stops spitting it's cum and slowly withdraws from
the hole.  I blush as I bring my face close to the hole and present my full
mouth for inspection.  My dad seems to take a very long time for his
viewing.  It's so humiliating that my face feels like it is on fire by the
time he gives me permission to swallow.

   My room and the hall are quiet and you can easily hear my throat working
the thick load into my belly.  Or at least it sounds loud to me.

   "Good girl," my dad praises as I open my empty mouth back up for
inspection again.

   "Th...thank you for letting me eat your delicious cum, daddy," I whisper
through the hole.

   I'm required to say this and have been doing so all day.  However, this
time it is 10 times more humiliating than all the other times put together.

   Daddy doesn't say anything.  He just turns and walks away.  I rush to my
bed and jump in so I can cry into my pillow.  I land wrong though and smash
my nuts.  I doubt any damage is done but it is still enough to make me curl
in a ball in agony.  Even this pain, however, seems a comforting
distraction from thinking about what I just did with daddy.

   I expect more knocks at my door but none come.  It is perfectly quiet
for the next 20 minutes.  Well, other than the sound of me crying into my
pillow.

   Then I hear noise at my door again.  I instinctively get up to go kneel
in front of it but when the door comes into view around the Christmas tree,
I see Casey entering.

   I blush as I watch her inspect my side of the door.  I'm sure she is
looking to make sure I thought to lick the door clean after each use. 
Sadly, I had.  The Dean never told me to do this but it seemed obvious that
I should.  Besides, if I let it get too messy then they might think I was
letting cum drip from my mouth.

   "Good girl," Casey says as she turns and walks toward me.

   I blush further and try my best not to make eye contact.  I just know
she is judging me.

   "What a big sissy faggot you are."

   I'm certain I would read this in her eyes if I were to look.

   Not long ago, I thought having female trainers was great.  I'm not so
sure now... especially after performing a task like this.  One of my
trainers turned out to be a guy but Casey is 100 percent female.

   If Casey was male, I think she would be a lot less likely to judge me.
After all, when it comes down to it a male trainer would be no better than
I.  After all, they would be having gay sex also.

   Sure, Casey is helping to facilitate all of this.  However, at the end
of the day she can hold her head high knowing she never actually had gay
sex.

   I know I shouldn't let this bother me but I can't help it.  I'm a male
and she is a female.  She is supposed to look up to me, not down.  When she
sees me she should be able to think, "There goes Jack.  He's still young
but he will be one hell of a man someday."

   She shouldn't be seeing me walk around made up like a girl.  And she
certainly shouldn't be thinking about how many dicks I serviced today and
how much sperm is swimming around in my tummy.

   "You need to get ready for your double date," Casey says as she looks
over at the clock.

   She giggles like she just made the funniest joke in the world but I
don't get it.  In fact, at first I don't even realize what she is talking
about.  Then I remember the two Christmas "ornaments" I put on the couch
earlier today during my exercises.

   I put the tube of lube in there with the card that says I get to remove
my cage for an hour.  I also put the quarter inch thick, 8 to 9 inch long
metal rod that had all the round bumps on it.  The card attached to it
offers newspapers for a week.

   I put those in there many hours ago though.  I've had more than my fill
of sexual activity for the day.  I just want to take a warm bath and then
lie down and take it easy for the rest of the night.

   I try to back out of it but Casey won't have it.  She just points toward
the bathroom.

   "Clean yourself up inside and out and then get dolled out," Casey
growls.

   Until now, the purpose of my enemas have always been so my plug comes
out clean after each use.  Or at least that is how I always thought of my
enemas.  This enema is much different.  My hole is already pretty clean
still.  The purpose of this one is solely to prepare it further for my
"dates".  I feel very humiliated as I prep the enema bottle.  My only
relief is that Casey didn't decide to come in so she could watch.

   I decide to perform two large enemas.  This is pretty standard for me
now.  However, I change it up a bit.  The first one is my normal recipe. 
That recipe is designed to help relax.  For the second one, however, I
decide to go with a recipe designed mainly to scent my "ass pussy".

   Trust me, I have no desire to smell yummy down there.  However, with
luck they will notice and take it a little easier on me since I'm trying to
please them.

   Thankfully, the list of recipes are on display in this bathroom as well.
There are actually a few different flavors/smells to choose from.  I go
with the one labeled "Candy Cane".  It only makes sense with Christmas so
near.  That said, it is still rather embarrassing performing the enema.  I
just know they are going to make fun of me and stuff for picking such a
"cute" smell.  It will be worth it though if they go easy on me.

   It suddenly dawns on me that I still don't know who "they" are.  God, I
hope my father isn't one of them!

   I'm positive that my father is part of this secret Santa program also.
However, when I put these items in the room I was confident that my father
hadn't picked these items.  Even after our morning...um, activity... I was
confident my father would attach his card to something I would never
select. Like maybe the needles.  However, after his recent return visit I'm
not too sure.

   I blush at the thought of having just scented my asshole for my dad's
pleasure.  God, please don't let him be one of my dates.  Please!

   Once my insides are clean and smelling sweet, I pour myself a nice warm
bubble bath.  Man does this bath feel good.  I know I still have several
cups of sperm swimming around in my tummy, but the bath almost makes it
feel like it has been washed away.  I feel almost like a new person as I
finally pull myself from the water.

   "Did you remember to brush your teeth?" Casey asks when she hears my tub
draining.  "They might want a few smooches."

   Casey of course follows this with more giggles.  Man, I wish Drew was
here instead.  He probably would have said something similar and giggled as
well.  However, it would have sounded a lot less judgmental.

   Casey has a point though.  It would suck to have gone through the
humiliation of scenting my asshole if I left my mouth smelling like a
sewer. I already thought of this though.  Brushing my teeth was the first
thing I did.  However, the last thing on my mind was making my mouth smell
nice for my dates.  I just wanted to get rid of the nasty cum taste.

   When I go to put my school uniform back on I find a long yellow floral
dress in its place.

   "That's a present from Drew," Casey informs me.

   I give her a genuine smile as I hold it up.  It is done in a preteen
type of design, but it is still very beautiful.  I hold it to my face and
give it a smell.  It smells so fresh and new.  I'm delighted with the
present but I do feel a little cheated out of having the excitement of
opening the package.

   As I put it on I'm surprised by how much of my body it covers.  The
dress circles around my chest about 3 inches higher than my nipples and
goes all the way to my ankles.  The only things really exposed are my arms
and shoulders... minus two small shoulder straps that hold the whole thing
up.

   It is a welcomed change over the much shorter skirts I've worn so far. I
don't even feel that naked underneath it like I do with the skirts;
especially now that I'm without underwear.

   I almost wish Drew was here so I could give him a big hug; almost, but
not quite.  I will have to give him a hug in thanks anyway the next time I
see him.  It is only polite to do so.

   That said, I'm sure he will be expecting a lot more than just a hug.  A
hug is all I plan to volunteer.  If he wants more than that then he will
have to order me to provide it.

   I blush when I realize that a simple order is all it would take to get
me to provide him with much more than a hug.  How did I get to this point?
A couple weeks ago they would have had to take a whip to me to get me to do
some of this nasty gay shit.  Now I'm almost volunteering it.

   The dress looks and feels good.  However, when I look in the mirror I
find it makes me look way too young.  I look like 9 years old in this
thing. The colors and designs on it play a part of this.  However, I think
the main factor is the top 6 inches or so.  It is tight to the skin thanks
to the elastic, yet kind of ruffled at the same time.  It's a design that
looks like it would only work with girls that are flat chested.

   If I had boobies I would want something that showed them off a little
better and didn't hug them so tight against my body.  Possibly something
that also helped bring light to the fact that I was big enough to wear a
bra.

   I look around for some shoes but find none.  That's okay.  This dress is
kind of playful and looks okay without shoes on; possibly even better.

   Young for me or not, I still smile as I do a pirouette in front of the
mirror.  I can't believe I have my own dress now.  It's not as good as
Casey's present but it is still cool.

   Speaking of Casey's present, I better start doing my hair and makeup. 
As I doll myself up I decide to remove the false eyelashes.  They just
don't look right with this dress.  I also put the makeup on a lot lighter
than normal.

   It doesn't dawn on me until I'm almost done that I've subconsciously
done my makeup to make me look even younger.  It looks right for the dress
though so I decide to leave it be.

   "Cute," Casey says when she walks back into the room.

   I was so caught up in my preparation that I hadn't even noticed her
leave the room.  I can only guess she was out welcoming one of my dates or
something.  They are probably waiting in my training room.  It only makes
sense since that is where I was told to take their items.

   "Here," Casey says as she brings something yellow toward my head.

   I hold still as she fiddles with my hair a little.

   "Perfect!" she says as she stands back.

   I turn toward the mirror and see that she has pinned a medium size
yellow flower to my hair.  I'm stunned as I look at my image.  If I didn't
know any better I would swear I was only 8 or 9 years old.  I look a little
tall for that age but everything else fits.

   I have mixed feelings about my appearance.  My hope is that the younger
I look the gentler my dates will be with me.  At the same time, however, I
don't like looking so young.  I'm 13.  I worked hard for those few extra
years.  I should have boobies or something to help show off my maturity. 
I'm not saying I want them... just that it would represent me better.

   Casey walks me into the hallway.  However, she does not follow me into
the training room.  Instead she goes into the observation room.  She
doesn't even try to hide this fact.  My face goes flush at the thought of
her watching me with one of my dates.  She is going to see how big of a
sissy fag I can really be.

   As I stand there stunned, I can hear voices coming from my training room
just a few feet away.  It takes me a second to realize both of my dates are
here.  Casey's double date reference makes a little more sense now...
though I still don't find it all that funny.

   She is not the only one making jokes though.  I can hear the two men
laughing.  One of them says it is ironic that I would pick these two
particular gifts at the same time.  He doesn't elaborate.  Nor do I give it
much thought.  I'm more concerned about the voices themselves.  One is
familiar but I can't place it.  The other one, however, is very
recognizable.  It's the doctor!

   I know I can't delay out here any longer so I reluctantly walk into the
room.  The room suddenly goes quiet as I enter.  The silence tells me all
their attention is on me.  This only makes me blush further.

   I try to keep my eyes downcast as I walk in.  However, I can't help but
look up to see my dates.

   The doctor is sitting on the couch twirling the metal rod with his
fingers like he is some kind of rock drummer or something.  I kind of
figured the rod belonged to him.  I just don't see him needing a tube of
lube.  Not if Danielle is right and he can't get hard.

   The other man I recognize as my math teacher.  Mr.  Slusser is his name.
This is the first time we have met face to face but I've seen him almost
every day on the TV.  He is average size, maybe 40 or so years old and
slightly balding.

   Most of my attention, however, goes to the unexpected 3rd person in the
room.  It is a little red haired girl who is kneeling in front of the
couch. The girl is wearing a school uniform and looks very cute.  However,
if she is in this area then chances are she is really a little boy.

   Although, I'm not 100 percent sure it is a boy.  This looks just like
the girl my math teacher played with in front of the class last week.  I
ended up masturbating Victor during part of this so it is hard for me to
remember whether the girl actually got naked or not.  I'm not sure but I
don't think she did.  I think she just knelt there and sucked the teacher
off.

   "This is Bobby," Mr.  Slusser says when he sees me staring at the child.

   The name doesn't reveal much.  I've heard of females called "Bobby"
before but I think it is normally males that have this name.  However, this
only makes me think the child is female.  After all, if I had a little boy
and wanted to turn him in to a sissy I would give him a more feminine name
like Barbara or something.

   Of course, it is always possible his parents planned his sissification
since birth.  "Bobby" would be a way of giving him a somewhat female name
right off the bat without drawing any suspicions from nurses and such.

   "I want to go first," the doctor announces.

   "By all means," Mr.  Slusser says with a smile.

   The doctor pats a spot on the couch between him and Mr.  Slusser.  I
slowly walk over and take a seat.

   As I sit down, the doctor pulls a screwdriver out of his pocket.  It is
the type needed to remove my cage.  This confuses me.  His card promised a
week of newspapers, not the removal of my cage.  I also see Mr.  Slusser
with the same type of screwdriver next to him on the arm of the couch. 
Apparently, my cage was coming off whether I selected Mr.  Slusser's card
or not.  Maybe this is what they were laughing about when I entered.

   I find it far from funny.  Had I selected them on different days then I
would have had my cage off twice as long.  Though, something tells me the
doctor is removing my cage for an entirely different reason.

   The doctor pulls my long dress all the way up to my waist and starts
unscrewing my cage.  As he does this it dawns on me what he plans to do
with the rod.  He plans to stick that chunk of metal down my piss hole!

   Suddenly, the metal rod doesn't look so benign.  It no longer looks
small either.  In fact, it looks fucking huge!  God, why didn't I see this
coming?  Of course the most benign thing would end up being the worst.  Any
idiot should have predicted that.  Yet, I hadn't.

   The doctor played me like a fiddle also.  He picks an item that looks
harmless to the untrained eye.  Then he helps sell it by matching it up
with a small reward/present.

   The doctor sees horror on my face and realizes I've figured it out.  He
just smiles and continues to unscrew my cage.

   "Oh, my!" the doctor says as he removes the cage and my dick suddenly
goes rock hard.  "It looks like someone is really looking forward to my
gift."

   This gets a laugh from both of the men.  The little red haired girl
looks my direction with concern.  I think she knows what is going to happen
and feels sorry for me.  Or, maybe she is scared they might decide to do
the same thing to her.

   "I changed my mind!" I quickly say when the doctor grabs hold of my
dick.

   He doesn't reply.  He just uses his other hand to line the rod up with
the end of my dick.  Casey wouldn't let me retract my selection so I was
pretty sure the doctor wouldn't either.  I had to try though.

   "Wait!  Wait!  Wait!" I beg as he presses the rounded tip of the rod
against my hole.

   The plea is just instinct.  I have no clue how waiting could possibly
help me any.  All it would do is give me time to build up more dread over
what he plans to do.

   The doctor doesn't listen and slowly presses the rod inward.  The rod is
over a quarter inch thick and feels so fat as it goes into my urethra.

   Surprisingly, the first half inch or so isn't that bad.  The metal feels
cold but there isn't any major discomfort.  However, it then bumps into
something.  I'm guessing my urethra is thinner in there or something. 
Whatever it is, it hurts like hell.  It hurts even more than when he stuck
my piss tube in there.

   The doctor notices me jerk with pain and stops the insertion.  He
rotates the rod around in circles as he makes little tiny fuck motions with
it.  He repeatedly pulls it out about a quarter inch and then presses it in
again.  I jerk each time he hits that sensitive spot.

   The doctor has this very lustful look on his face.  It is the same look
the Dean had when they were removing my pubic hair.  The doctor isn't hard
like the Dean was, but I'm sure he would be cumming in his pants right now
if he were capable.

   "Be a good girl for daddy and take it all in," the doctor tells me.

   I really don't see how there is anything I can do to help facilitate his
demand.  The rod just doesn't fit.  It's too fat and the last time I
checked my dick is only about 7 inches long.  The rod is almost 9 inches
long.  My math teacher is sitting right next to me but I don't need him to
tell me that 7 minus 9 equals something very bad.

   "Oh!" I let out when he fucks the rod a quarter inch deeper.

   He fucks the rod in and out at this depth several more times.

   "Oh!" I yelp again when he fucks it yet deeper.

   It quickly becomes clear he plans to put all of the rod in whether it
will fit or not.  I bite my lower lip and start breathing shallow in order
to help cope with the pain.

   "Owie!" I say much louder this time when the rod digs even deeper.

   He only has 2 inches inside but the pain is way too great.  I reach down
to try to pull it out but he pushes my hands away.  He then positions his
upper body so that he is blocking me from being able to reach my waist.  I
still do my best to reach around him.  When that doesn't work I try to pull
him away.  He's too big and I have very little effect.

   "Owie!  Owie!" I protest as more of the rod goes inside.

   "I think I better give him some of this," Mr.  Slusser says as he pulls
a tiny bottle out of his pocket.

   "He doesn't need that," the doctor protests.

   "I think he does," Mr.  Slusser says as he removes the lid.

   The doctor grumbles but doesn't say anything further.  I'm pretty sure
the doctor highly outranks a math teacher.  However, I'm guessing that Mr.
Slusser is right about the bottle... whatever it is.

   "Take a good whiff," Mr.  Slusser says as he brings the open bottle
under my nose.

   I normally would hesitate.  However, the doctor didn't want this used on
me which tells me it is something that will actually help.  So, I take as
big a whiff as I can.

   My brain suddenly shoots into orbit and I start floating around in zero
gravity.  Holy shit!  What the hell is that!?

   As my brain spins around in orbit it becomes hard to get my orientation.
What is up?  What is down?  It jumbles my logic circuits or something also.
The rod still hurts like hell but for some reason this seems okay... even
better than okay.  It is like I want the pain for some reason.

   I even find my hips involuntarily making little jerks up at the rod in
hopes of burying it deeper.  A part of me knows this isn't right.  All
kinds of "does not compute" errors are sounding all over the place in my
head.  My brain taps the warning lights a few times in hopes they will go
out.  They don't so it just decides to ignore them.

   I float like that for about a minute.  Then my orbit begins to decay.  I
find myself rushing back toward the earth at breakneck speeds.  The air
friction causes my dick to catch fire with pain.  The doctor is fucking at
least 4 inches in me now and the pain is no longer desired like it had been
just seconds ago.

   "Owie!" I yell as the rod painfully fucks in and out.

   The round ribbed surface of the rod makes the pain kind of vibrate
inside my dick.

   Mr.  Slusser notices me falling out of orbit and puts the bottle under
my nose again.  I gladly take another big whiff.  My plan is to take the
whiff and then thank him.  However, once I breathe the drug my brain shoots
into orbit again and I can't remember my own name let alone compose a
sentence.

   A few seconds later and I'm humping up at the rod again.

   "Fuck me with that rod, doctor!  Fuck me with that rod!"

   I think this but my brain is too dizzy to form the actual words.

   The drug lasts a little longer this time.  I also don't plummet quite as
fast as before.  I still fall though.

   "Owie!" I start yelling as my perspective on the pain begins to change
again.

   I look to Mr.  Slusser but I see him putting the lid back on the bottle.
Right about the same time, the doctor moves out of the way.  I'm scared to
look but I can't help myself.

   I expect to find a huge bloody mess.  However, when my cock comes into
view it looks no different than the last time I seen it.  The rod isn't
even any deeper.  Only about an inch or two in at most.

   As I breathe a sigh of relief, I see the doctor slowly pushing the rod
back in.  I look on in horror as it sinks deeper and deeper.  The pain is
still there but it doesn't seem anywhere near as bad as it first was.  The
thought of what is happening still causes me to speak out.

   "Owie.  Owie.  Owie," I groan as it keeps going deeper.

   Five inches... six inches... seven inches... eight inches... what? 
Wait! My dick is only 7 inches long!  Then I remember my piss tube.  He is
pushing it all the way into my bladder!

   When only a half inch is sticking out the doctor uses his thumb and
forefinger to slowly turn it in circles and pump it in and out an inch or
so.

   As the doctor tortures my dick I put a very definite "NO!!!" next to his
name on my potential mentor list.  I underline it several times and add a
few more explanation marks.

   How could he possibly think I would pick him after this?  Has he always
treated new boys like this?  Or has he just given up hope of ever getting
selected by one?

   I guess it is also possible I'm looking at this the wrong way.  Maybe it
isn't really the students rejecting him as much as it is him weeding out
those kids that don't get off on this kind of treatment.  Of course, so far
that is pretty much everyone.  If so then I guess in a sick kind of way he
is doing me a favor.  Better he show me this side of him now and not after
he's already my mentor.

   The doctor fucks my urethra for a couple minutes and then does something
even more horrid.  He lets go.  I expect it to shoot out but instead my
dick sucks it inside.

   My hand races to my dick in order to stop it but it is already deep
inside.  I try to dig it out but the doctor pulls my hands away.

   "He's all yours," the doctor tells Mr.  Slusser.

   What?!  Wait!  You aren't done asshole.  Get this fucking thing out of
me!

   "I will deliver your first newspaper in the morning," he tells me as he
stands and walks out.

   "Don't worry, Bobby can get it out for you," Mr.  Slusser says as I
watch the doctor leave.

   Mr.  Slusser nods his head at Bobby and she crawls over to me.  I can
tell she is scared of hurting me as she positions her lips over my dick. 
She slowly sucks my dick into her mouth.

   "Not too deep," Mr.  Slusser advises as my dick presses against the back
of her throat.  "I doubt she would like it if her dick tried to bend in
order to fit down your throat."

   My eyes get big.  No, she most definitely wouldn't like that!

   Bobby thankfully takes the advice.  He slowly moves his lips up and down
my shaft.  My urethra still feels like it is on fire but the outside of my
dick feels really good as her lips slide up and down it.  It feels
especially good when she starts applying suction.

   It's only been just over a week but it seems like years ago since my
dick felt this good.  It hits me that I'm actually getting head from a
girl! Or at least I hope it is a girl.

   Even if she ends up not being a real girl it isn't hard to pretend
otherwise.  She is such a cutie.  I'm now pretty certain she is the girl
from my math class.  This would put her at about 9 or 10 years old.  I'm 13
and only a few inches taller than her but like I've said before, I'm a
little short for my age.

   "Owie!" I suddenly yell out when I feel the ribbed surface of the rod
bumping along my urethra.

   As Bobby's head lifts higher I notice his teeth are gripping the end of
the rod.  He keeps lifting his head until the end of the rod finally pops
out of my dick.  When it comes clear, fire suddenly shoots up my dick and a
stream of piss fountains out.  Bobby jumps back in horror.  Apparently she
isn't potty trained.

   I quickly pinch the end of my dick in order to stop the flow.  My goal
of course is more to stop the burning than it is to protect Bobby from it.

   "The sound has loosened your muscles a bit," Mr.  Slusser informs me. 
"You are going to have to empty your bladder before we can continue."

   I stand and start walking toward the door.

   "Here will be fine," Mr.  Slusser says.

   I turn.  I then look at him in confusion when I see where he is
pointing. There is a single toilet and small shower in the far corner of
the room but he isn't pointing there.  He is pointing to a spot a few feet
in front of the couch.  I blush when I see him go to a cabinet and then
return with a large funnel.  He wants me to drink it.

   I notice Bobby watching me in confusion as I take my dress off and lay
on the floor on my back.  She gets this look of utter disgust when she sees
me put the funnel in my mouth.  I'm pretty sure she figured out what is
coming next.  Having Bobby watch this makes the task even worse.  This is
not how I wanted to be introduced to one of my classmates.  My only relief
is that she won't be allowed to go tell all the other girls what she
witnessed.

   I lift my lower body as far over my head as I can and then do my best to
aim my dick at the funnel.  I take a deep breath and then release the end
of my dick.  A torrent of piss immediately shoots out and into the funnel.

   The piss feels like lava shooting out of my dick.  I want to yell in
pain but my mouth and throat are too busy trying to keep up with the flow.
I chug down at least two cups worth before it tapers off.

   I remove the funnel from my mouth and sit back up.  When I do I see a
very green faced Bobby staring at me.

   "Don't worry, sugar," Mr.  Slusser tells the girl.  "You would have to
do something very bad before daddy would make you drink peepee."

   This makes me blush further.  I know that potty training is pretty rare
here but I assumed that everyone had at least witnessed it at one point or
another.

   Mr.  Slusser's comment also ticks me off a little.  He's basically
telling her that only bad girls have to drink pee.  Yet, I never did
anything bad.  Not really.  So, why was I potty trained?

   I'm pretty sure it is a lie he is making up just to sooth the girl.  It
makes me curious what their relationship is.  It seems greater than just
that of teacher and student.  Is he Bobby's mentor?  They do share a few
minor facial features.  It's possible they really are related.  He referred
to himself as "daddy" but that really doesn't mean anything in here.

   "Why don't you two snuggle on the couch and get to know each other a
little better," Mr.  Slusser says.

   Bobby and I both blush at this suggestion.  Not that it was a
suggestion. We both know an order when we hear it.

   Bobby looks very disgusted and reluctant as I sit next to her on the
couch.  I don't blame her.  I wouldn't want to kiss a guy either if I just
seen him drink a bunch of piss.

   I decide to give her a break and just hug her and nibble on her ear a
little.  She responds well to this.  However, Mr.  Slusser clearly wants a
little more passion.

   "Tell Janice what you like most," Mr.  Slusser says.

   "I...  I like sugar kisses," Bobby whispers.

   I can tell the idea of kissing is not appealing to her.  Part of that is
because of what I just drank, but there seems to be more to it than that.
The answer seems a little too rehearsed... like she is under orders to say
this whenever asked the question.

   We start out with closed mouth kisses.  Mr.  Slusser grumbles a little
after a minute so we part our mouths and get a little more passionate.

   "Bobby is a good kisser but she hasn't had much experience with boys
or...  um, other girls like herself," Mr.  Slusser informs me.  "She has
spent most of her time with regular girls.  Tell Janice who you normally
play with."

   Mr.  Slusser is a little cryptic but I'm pretty sure he is telling me
that Bobby is a sissy just like me...  I mean, like Danielle.

   "I play with Pam," Bobby whispers.

   I can tell he is embarrassed to give this name.  However, he also looks
relieved to have the opportunity to stop kissing.

   "And who is Pam?" Mr.  Slusser asks.

   "M...my sister," Bobby replies.

   "And who else do you share sugar kisses with?" Mr.  Slusser asks.

   "Mommy."

   This Bobby says so quietly that I can barely hear him just inches away.

   "To say Bobby plays with her sister and mommy isn't actually accurate,"
Mr.  Slusser tells me.  "It's more like they play with her.  Bobby is kind
of like their maid, aren't you?  She waits on them hand and foot...  in
more ways than one.  They use strapons and stuff on her but it's just not
the same.

   "I'm not really into this gay shit though.  However, as you can imagine,
her mommy can be pretty insistent.  So, I started letting Bobby suck me
about a month ago.  My wife and daughter want Bobby to get a little more
experience though.  How many sissies have you been with so far Bobby?"

   "Three," Bobby whispers as a tear runs down his cheek.

   I feel sorry for the boy.  However, I also feel like telling him exactly
how good he has it.  He has probably been in this school for 2 or 3 years
and is just now being exposed to gay sex.  I've only been here for two
fucking weeks and have had virtually nothing but gay sex.  I can't even
tell you how much cum I've eaten.  And don't even get me started on the
potty training.

   Still, when I look at it from his perspective I can see that it hasn't
been a picnic for him either.  I've recently had sex with my sisters but I
certainly wouldn't want to be their sex maid or anything.  Especially
dressed up like a girl with them using dildos and stuff on me.  Plus, now
he will have to endure that and have gay sex.

   I show my sympathy by giving Bobby a deep kiss.  He is stiff in my arms
so I know it is just making him feel worse.  I feel bad about this but know
we have to continue anyway.

   "He will get used to kissing boys," I tell myself.  "Just like I have."

   It takes a few minutes of tongue kissing before he finally starts to
soften up a little.  I glance over at Mr.  Slusser from time to time.  For
someone that claims not to be into this "gay shit", Mr.  Slusser sure seems
to enjoy watching us.  His cock is tenting out the front of his trousers
and I see him massage it from time to time.

   Something tells me that he is into this "gay shit" but just wasn't hot
about doing it with his kid.  Around here that makes him a man of high
moral standards.

   Granted, he still enrolled Bobby here.  I'm getting the feeling that
it's Mrs.  Slusser that wears the pants in the family.  I wonder if Mr. 
Slusser hasn't worn a maid's outfit a few times himself.  Okay, maybe not.
He probably would have been forced to interact with the boy long ago had
that been the case.

   I hate to admit it but I'm getting pretty turned on also.  Of course,
with my cock cage off I would probably get turned on by about anything. 
It's tempting to reach down and masturbate.  However, he hasn't given me
permission yet.  I don't want to risk upsetting him and getting the cage
put back on.

   "I think you two are going to be good classmates," Mr.  Slusser says as
he watches us make out.

   Bobby and I both blush.  It is pretty clear what Mr.  Slusser is
insinuating.  Bobby and I will no doubt be spending a lot of time together
in the near future.  I'm not sure how I feel about this.  I can think of
worse things, but I'm not so hot on the idea of being Bobby's steady
"playmate".  Plus, I'm not sure how Danielle would feel about this.

   We kiss for about 10 minutes when Mr.  Slusser scoots over and starts
removing Bobby's clothes.  It isn't long and he is just as naked as I am.

   "Naughty girl," Mr.  Slusser says.  "You know the rules.  Mommy is going
to be very upset when she hears about this."

   I pull back from the kiss to see what he is talking about.  I look just
in time to see Mr.  Slusser let go of Bobby's limp dick.  Bobby gets a
worried look on his face and quickly starts rubbing his penis until it gets
hard.  Apparently, he is required to stay hard at all times or something.
Pretty much the opposite of what my life has been like this past week with
this cock cage.

   Bobby's cock is only 2.5 to 3 inches long and no thicker than my index
finger.  He's also completely hairless down there.  However, I doubt they
have plucked his hairs like they have mine.  I think he just hasn't hit
puberty yet.

   He probably isn't even old enough to cum yet.  No wonder he doesn't like
doing any of this.  That's probably even worse than having a cock cage.  He
can get hard but doesn't really get any major pleasure out of it.  At least
I still feel a kind of pleasure with my cage on.

   Bobby experiences nothing but humiliation when he is played with.  Maybe
I don't have it a lot worse than him after all.  Now that I think about it,
Danielle and all the other sissies probably spent years here also before
they started getting pleasure from their training.  The thought makes me
shiver.

   "I think it is time for your gift," Mr.  Slusser says as he pulls out
the tube of lube.

   The disgust on Bobby's face tells me he knows what is coming.  I start
to get worried, but then Mr.  Slusser does something very odd.  He squeezes
some lube onto my dick.

   "You can masturbate or you can fuck Bobby," Mr.  Slusser informs me. 
"It's your gift so you get to choose."

   Masturbation is my obvious preference.  However, I don't want to
disappoint Mr.  Slusser.  He seems like a nice guy and sincere about it
being my choice.  I doubt he will punish me or anything if I choose
masturbation.  But, he is also my teacher.  He might not do anything to me
now but he might do something, subconsciously or otherwise, to me down the
road.  I know how this school works, just one bad grade on a paper and your
ass pays the price.  Sorry Bobby but you are going to have to take one for
the team.

   I reach out and guide him until he is on the couch on his hands and
knees.  Maybe it is just my imagination but his hips and ass look a little
more girlish than they should.  I wonder if they are already giving him
estrogen.  Maybe they have been giving him small doses of it for years now.


   I get the feeling that Bobby might try to bolt at any second.  I make
sure one of my hands is holding his dick and balls tight just in case. 
This will keep him on a short leash and out of trouble.  It will also help
ensure I get my much awaited nut.

   As I kneel behind him I can feel him try to pull away.  It just takes a
small squeeze with my hand to get him to settle down.

   When I look down to line my cock up I notice that his penis and balls
are easily hidden in my fist.  With them hidden he looks exactly like a
girl...  almost.  The way I figure it, he kind of is mostly female when you
think about it.  If they are feeding him estrogen then he has tons of
female hormones yet virtually no male ones...  at least until he hits
puberty.

   I suck at biology but that makes sense to me.  At least enough sense to
justify enjoying this fuck a little more than I really should.

   Bobby moans as I slowly sink up his hole.  Bobby isn't super loose but
you can tell someone has been stretching his hole.  They either make him
wear a plug like me or his mom and sister have been using some big dildos
on him.

   It's a good thing too.  The sensation of his hole grasping my dick feels
REALLY good.  I only have two inches inside when my hips start thinking on
their own and plow the other 5 inches deep inside.

   "Oh!" he lets out in discomfort and shock.

   I want to take it easy on him but man this feels good.  I let go of his
dick and balls and get a good grip on his waist.  I then pull myself out
and plow back in.  It isn't long before I'm going full steam up his little
butt.

   "Oh...  oh...  oh," he grunts over and over.

   Like his name, Bobby's youthful voice sounds somewhat gender neutral. 
However, it is easy for me to picture it actually coming from a girl.

   He is not the only one grunting.  My ball weight is swinging back and
forth as I pump his hole.  It hurts but the pleasure I'm feeling easily
overrides it.  In fact, I think my ball weight is hurting Bobby a lot more
than it is me.  I feel my balls banging into Bobby's little boner which
tells me that my weight is probably hitting his tiny marbles on each
thrust.

   "Take that dick bitch," I think to myself.  "I'm going to fuck your twat
full of cum."

   God, his ass pussy feels good on my dick!  I start fucking him with all
I got.  The fuck only lasts 3 minutes before I reach my peak.

   "Man, I'm going to love being Bobby's classmate!" the voice in my head
screams as I start nutting his hole.

   "Owie!  Owie!" I yelp as my cum burns its way through my sore urethra.

   The cum stings but it pales in comparison to the pleasure of climaxing
in the normal fashion again.  As I unload in his hole I don't even care
that he is a boy.  In fact, it almost adds to the experience.  It is so
nice to be the one dishing out the humiliation for a change instead of
receiving it.

   "I'm not done with you yet," I growl when Bobby starts to pull away.

   I blush when I realize what I said but Mr.  Slusser seems pleased with
the comment.

   I meant every word though.  My cage is going to be off for a full hour
and I plan to take advantage of every second of it.

   I hold myself deep inside him for a couple minutes and then slowly start
humping again.  I give his hole another vicious ride, but it takes me much
longer to cum this time.

   I want at least one or two more cums so I pull my sloppy dick out of his
ass and bring it to his mouth.  Bobby wants nothing to do with it but I
grab a hand full of his hair and force it in his mouth anyway.  I of course
keep a close eye on Mr.  Slusser for signs I might be overstepping my
bounds.  He doesn't seem upset in the least.  In fact, he has his cell
phone out and is taking photos.  I blush, but don't let it bother me too
much.  It's not like all of this isn't being videotaped anyway by the wall
camera.

   He presses some buttons on the phone.  I'm not sure but I think he just
forwarded it to someone... probably his wife.  I frown and blush.  I'm not
hot on the idea of photos of me floating around out there in cyber space.
It also pisses me off that I can't pick shit up on my radio in this place
yet he gets cell phone coverage.  They probably gave me a defective radio.

   A minute later his phone beeps.  He opens up a text message and reads
it. He gets a disgusted look on his face.  He walks over and takes a photo
of his son's messy asshole.  He then runs one of his fingers through the
mess and walks around to Bobby's face.  I pull back so he can stick the
finger in his son's mouth.

   "Be good for mommy," he says.

   Bobby reluctantly starts licking the finger clean.  Mr.  Slusser shoots
a photo of this and steps back.  He presses a few buttons on the camera and
then folds it and puts it back in his pocket.

   As an experiment, I bend down a little and tweak Bobby's left nipple. 
He does a sharp intake that causes him to suck my dick a little deeper. 
This convinces me that he probably is on estrogen.  I know my nipples have
been a ton more sensitive lately because of it.

   It's hardly a very scientific experiment.  However, it does provide some
interesting results; the sensation on my dick to be specific.  I continue
tweaking his nipple and he begins to squirm and moan.

   "Bobby's a bit of a titpig," Mr.  Slusser says when he sees what I'm
doing.

   Mr.  Slusser reaches out and starts toying with Bobby's other nipple. 
This frees me to stand straight again and do nothing but enjoy Bobby's
mouth.  Bobby starts going into overdrive.  He is sucking much harder and
squirming like crazy.  I'm guessing Mr.  Slusser is being a lot rougher
with Bobby than I was.

   It feels incredible and I almost thank Mr.  Slusser for his efforts. 
It's the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me in here.  It makes me
wish he was my mentor also.  Granted, I would probably end up a sex maid
for his wife and daughter but even that sounds okay.  They are female after
all...  how bad could it really be?

   I planned to deposit my next load up Bobby's twat again but his mouth
feels too good.  If I'm going to feed him my nut though then he is going to
have to do a little more to earn it.  Up until now he has just been sucking
the first few inches.  That was fine for getting me hard again but not for
bringing me off.

   Bobby's eyes get big when I apply pressure to the back of his head. 
He's a Humbled Girl, he is smart enough to figure out what this means.  He
struggles but not much.  I'm smaller than his dad so he knows he can handle
me.  Plus, he also knows my dick is going down his throat one way or
another anyway.

   His protest is to let his daddy and I know he doesn't want to do it; in
the unlikely event that we will take his wishes into consideration. 
Normally, I probably would.  Hell, normally I wouldn't even consider doing
any of this to him.

   However, it could be weeks before I get my cock cage off again.  I have
to take advantage of every second.  This means more to me than just
pleasure.  It also means emptying my nuts.  With luck, they will stop
hurting for a while.  You don't know pain until you have put a huge fucking
weight on a pair of blue balls.  The milkings seem to help a lot but I'm
hoping this will help even more.

   I do my best to cum fast.  However, I still fuck Bobby's throat for at
least 5 minutes before I do.  I make sure I cum deep in his throat so he
doesn't have to taste it or go through the indignity of gulping it down.

   "Owie!" I yelp again as the cum burns its way through my urethra.

   My eyes are closed through most of the climax.  When I open them I see a
very red faced Bobby looking up at me with an angry look on his face.  I
don't blame him.  However, he doesn't know what that fucking cock cage has
put me through.  Once he hits puberty I'm sure his mom and sister will put
him in one...  then he will understand.

   My urethra is burning and I feel pretty spent.  However, I'm sure I can
nut Bobby one more time.  I have him suck me for another 5 minutes until
I'm ready to go at him again.

   I spin him around and slide up his ass once more.  Bobby doesn't
struggle.  I think he decided he likes it up the ass a lot more than down
the throat.  He just buries his face in the cushion and arches his back.  I
can tell he is concentrating in order to loosen his hole up.  It isn't long
and his snatch becomes smooth as butter.  If I didn't know better I would
swear I was fucking an actual pussy.

   I go nice and slow so I can enjoy every minute of it.  Everything is
great in the world until Mr.  Slusser stands and walks behind me.  For a
moment I fear he plans to take me like I'm taking his son.  However, he
doesn't.

   Instead, he reaches in and lightly massages my weighted balls.  I could
be wrong but I think he is trying to help get me off; probably in order to
help Bobby out.  Bobby is lucky to have such a nice Daddy...  even luckier
if Mr.  Slusser is also his mentor.

   Playing with my balls helps but apparently not enough for Mr.  Slusser's
tastes.  When I still haven't cum 3 minutes later he moves his fingers up
and grabs hold of my plug.

   "Oh!" I grunt as the plug pops free.

   I feel him put some lube on my hole.  Maybe he plans to fuck me after
all.  I was already expecting this earlier so I'm mentally prepared.  He
enters me but not with his cock.  Instead, he is using his index finger.

   He lets me set the pace.  He just holds it still and lets me back into
it each time I withdraw from his son's asshole.  I almost thank him when he
adds a second finger.  My asshole felt sore and way overstuffed with my new
plug in there.  However, now that it is out I have this kind of emptiness
inside me that I have the urge to fill.

   I start giving Bobby longer and faster pumps.  Not just because I'm
eager to paint his insides but also because I need those fingers pumping
nice and deep.  However, I get a little worried when Mr.  Slusser adds a
third finger.

   I slow down for several strokes and then build up again.  Thankfully, he
doesn't add a fourth.  However, he angles them so they rub my clit just
right.  God I'm in heaven.

   "I love your fingers, Mr.  Slusser!"

   I don't say it but he knows I'm thinking it.  The way I'm groaning and
pumping his son...  how could he not know?

   "Oh...  oh...  Oh!  Oh!" I let out as I cum again.

   The first two "oh"s are from please and the last two from pain as my cum
shoots out my sore dick.

   Once my climax comes to an end I feel a bit embarrassed about what I
just did.  I also feel a bit sorry for having done it to poor Bobby. 
However, I mainly feel satisfied.  Or at least my nuts do.

   "Clean your mess," I tell Bobby as I move to his face again.

   I know it is cruel but I figure Mr.  Slusser will settle for nothing
less.

   "Now, clean your mess," Mr.  Slusser tells me once my dick is clean.

   I'm assuming he is talking about my ass juices on his fingers.  However,
he has his phone out again and is aiming the lens at his son's ass.  I take
a step back and think about making a run for it.  It is just instinct.  My
logical mind easily overrides it and makes me stand my ground.

   The thought of liking my jizz off of his son's sloppy hole is disgusting
and I feel ill.

   "I've never done anything like that before, sir," I whisper.

   It is the closest thing to a "no" that I dare say.  It is my hope there
is a rule somewhere that says he can't make me do something new like this
without one of my trainers being present.  I swallow hard when I realize
one of my trainers is present.  She is watching us right now in the
observation room.

   "Bobby had never before cleaned a real dick off after being fucked with
it," Mr.  Slusser replies.  "Now you guys will be even."

   This doesn't seem "even" to me.  Cleaning a dick off is a lot better
than licking a guy's asshole clean.  They aren't even in the same ballpark.

   I know I'm turning green as I slowly approach Bobby's sloppy hole.  I
see Bobby looking back at me.  He seems shocked that I'm actually going to
obey the disgusting order.  I can also tell that he is thankful it is not
him in my place.  Considering how badly I just treated him, I'm surprised
he isn't laughing at me or something.  However, he seems truly sorry for
me. This makes me feel even worse about what I did to him.

   Most of his ass crack is wet with my cum.  I'm guessing that is mostly
my first load and that I pumped it out of him on the second fuck.  It has
also run across his taint and is dripping off his balls.  I decide to start
there first.

   I stick my tongue out and give his tiny balls a lick.  He giggles.  He
jerked forward so I'm pretty sure he isn't laughing at me...  he's just
ticklish in this area.  I lick across his taint next and get a giggle from
that as well.

   The giggles stop, however, when I lick up his crack.  There is a lot of
cum in this area and I gag in disgust as I swallow it down.  I blush when I
hear Mr.  Slusser's camera clicking away.

   I lick his crack several more times before I'm certain it is completely
clean.  I then back away and look to Mr.  Slusser to ensure he agrees. 
Unfortunately, he doesn't.

   "Get all of it," he orders.

   I look back at Bobby's rear end.  What is he talking about?  I got all
of the cum.  The only cum left is...  oh, God!  He wants me to suck the cum
out of Bobby's asshole!  I look back at Mr.  Slusser in horror.  His nod
confirms my fear.

   I don't know if this order is Mr.  Slusser's idea or if it is via a text
message from his wife.  All I know for sure is that having Mr.  Slusser as
a mentor might not be as good as I first thought.  I owe Bobby an apology.
He definitely has not had it easy.

   I feel so sorry for Bobby that I promise myself that if I ever escape I
will someday come back and rescue him as well.  Even as I think this I know
it is a false promise.  Once I escape I will keep running and never look
back.

   When my lips reach his hole I pucker up and give his ring a small kiss.
I'm not even thinking when I do it.  It just seems the right thing...  kind
of like an apology for being so brutal to it.  Unfortunately, Mr.  Slusser
takes a photo at that very instant.  I pray that image doesn't come out. 
Last thing I want is another framed photo for my room.

   I blush but keep my lips up against the hole.  I tell myself that Bobby
is probably just as clean inside as I am.  That sucking the cum out of his
hole is no worse than eating it out of his crack or off the floor. 
However, I know different.  I'm sucking it out of his ASS!  It's way worse!


   Reluctantly, I start applying suction.  I'm rewarded with a teaspoon of
cum.  I close my eyes tight and force myself to swallow it.  The rest of
the cum must be much deeper because my suction isn't enough to withdraw it.
And I know I deposited a lot more than a teaspoon in there.

   "Feed her," I hear Mr.  Slusser tell his son.

   I feel Bobby's butt hole kiss me back as he pushes out with his ass
muscles.  He's basically shitting in my mouth.  Only cum comes out but the
thought still makes me gag.

   I get several teaspoons this time and swallow it down.  I suspect there
are a few more teaspoons in there but Mr.  Slusser is satisfied.  I quickly
pull away before he can change his mind.

   Mr.  Slusser has Bobby and I make out again while he puts my cage back
on.  It doesn't seem like I got my full hour of freedom but I'm not about
to complain.  In fact, I'm kind of happy to see the cage going back on.  It
means my date with Mr.  Slusser and Bobby is coming to an end.

   Once my cage is back on, Mr.  Slusser helps me with my plug and dress.
Then he has me give Bobby one last kiss before sending me back to my room.

   22.

   Like usual, I have plenty of nightmares this night.  They turn out to be
a repeat of the day's activities.  Only the events are exaggerated and
stuff.  For example, in the dream my father visits the hole in my door
about a dozen times instead of just the once.  Also, Bobby turns out to be
an actual girl instead of a boy.  Don't ask me why that dream felt like a
nightmare but it did.

   The last dream I have is the worst.  In it the doctor pushes the ribbed
metal rod into my dick and fucks me with it for a very long time.  I try to
stop him but my hands are tied down somehow.  The dream feels very real and
I can even feel the pain like it is actually happening.  As I wake and my
eyes begin to focus, I quickly discover it is happening!

   However, instead of the rod the doctor is at my hips pushing a plastic
tube into my penis.  I go to reach up but my hands are indeed tied down.

   "Please, I don't need any medicine!" I beg as he connects a large
syringe to the tube.

   I can do nothing but watch as he slowly presses the plunger and sends
the fluid into my bladder.  The all too familiar burning quickly follows. I
know the deed is already done so I stop begging and start breathing shallow
in hopes of minimizing the pain.

   By the time the syringe is empty, my bladder feels like it is going to
pop.  He clamps the tube off.

   "Ow!" I yell when he attaches a clothes pin to the end of dick to help
hold the hose in place.

   I lay there moaning in pain as he slowly puts everything back in his
bag.

   "I will be back tomorrow for the tube," he informs me as he loosens the
left leather wrist cuff.

   He loosens the cuff but does not remove it.  He then leaves.  I
frantically struggle to get my wrist free.  It takes me over a minute to
get my hand out of it.  I use this hand to free my other wrist and leg
bindings.  This isn't as easy as it might sound.  Not with a bladder full
of burning medicine.  It hurts like hell each time I lean this way or that
in order to reach my other bindings.  The ankle cuffs are the worst.

   I finally get them off and rush to the toilet.  I barely even notice my
weight swinging back and forth under me.

   "Owie!  Owie!" I yell as I pull the tube from my dick and the liquid
fire squirts out.

   I chastise myself for pulling the hose out first.  I can't believe how
stupid that was.  My instinct was to get that fucking hose out of my dick.
However, had I left it in I could have expelled all the medicine via the
hose instead.  Stupid!  Stupid!  Stupid!

   After the last of it comes out, however, I realize I did the right
thing. Otherwise the medicine wouldn't have been able to treat my urethra.
In fact, I would bet money the doctor had hoped I would leave the hose in.
That way he would have an excuse to give me another treatment tomorrow.

   As the burning finally dissipates, the pain is replaced with anger.  I
can't believe the doctor would wake me like that.  What really pisses me
off is that I wouldn't have even needed the fucking treatment had he not
stuck that damn rod in my dick!

   I go through my normal morning routine... to include my exercises.  When
I'm putting on my school uniform, however, I notice the newspaper sitting
at the end of my bed.  I had forgotten about the gift.  Great, now the
doctor has an excuse to visit me for the next week.  This is one gift I
wish I could return.

   I put my clothes on and then do my hair and makeup.  The hole in my door
is still open so I decide to skip breakfast again.  The last thing I want
is to fill up on dog food and then chase it with a half-gallon of cum.

   As I put my shoes on it dawns on me that no one has come in to put my
cage back on.  I look around and find it is sitting on my nightstand along
with the special screwdriver.  I frown.  They want me to put it on myself.
I'm tempted to just leave it off and then use the excuse that no one ever
told me to put it back on.  Yeah, like that would fly.  They would probably
just give me a spanking for being a smart ass.

   "A smart ass for a smart ass."

   I can already hear the bad jokes.

   Getting the cage on turns out to be a bit of a chore.  It's also very
aggravating.  I got a little hard during my bath but have been surprisingly
limp the rest of the morning.  However, I get rock hard once I start
thinking about my cage and stuff.  It is like my dick knows what is about
to happen and is using the only defense mechanism it can think of.

   I try every trick I can think of to get it to go soft.  Nothing seems to
work.  Not even pouring cold water on it.  Then I get an idea.  I pour some
cold water in my enema bag.  I remove my plug and insert the hose in its
place.

   Holy cow!  Yeah, that did the trick!  This stuns my dick and I quickly
lock the poor guy in his cage before he can stand back up.

   I make it all the way through my first class without interruption.  I
don't even get bothered during the intermission between classes.  I use
this time to read through my newspaper.  The sports section is missing but
other than that it is a complete paper.  It's even current.  I thought for
sure the doctor would fuck with me and provide month old papers or
something.

   It feels like I've been in this place for years.  As I read the paper I
half expect to see headlines like, "Man walks on Mars", or some other major
story.  However, it's just the same old stuff going on.  It's still
interesting to read.  It makes me feel kind of connected to the rest of the
world.  Almost like I'm out there experiencing it all like everyone else.
The funny thing is that if I was not locked up here I probably would have
spent 90 percent of my non-school time sitting in my room at home anyway.
Granted, I would have had a lot more fun doing it.  I would be playing
xbox, watching movies, etc.

   As I read through the paper I notice that the doctor has highlighted
about every female relating story and advertisement.  He highlights panty
sales, cooking tips for Christmas, etc.  I try my best to ignore them but
it's not easy.  Sadly, some even look interesting to me.  For example, I
see a nice cotton rose pattern nightgown.  It`s pretty and looks very
comfortable.

   I'm not saying I want to wear a girl's nightgown.  However, it would be
better than sleeping in the nude.  The covers they provide me have too much
starch or something in them.  They always feel a little uncomfortable on my
skin... especially now that my nipples and stuff are more sensitive.

   My morning of peace comes to an end half way into my second class.

   Knock.  Knock.

   I almost cry when I hear the knocks.  I just started to get my hopes up
that I might be left alone today.

   I kneel down in front of the hole and press my cock cage against the
cold door.  Drew's cock comes through the hole a second later.  It doesn't
take much to figure out it is his cock.  The dead giveaway is that it
smells sweet.  Today it smells like strawberries.  His groin is also baby
smooth, just like mine now is.  I start crying a little as I begin thinking
again about how I'm now permanently bald down there.

   I give Drew the best blowjob I know how.  As one of my trainers, he
might have a say on when this portion of my training will come to an end.
Not that I think it will ever truly end.  They will probably expect me to
suck dick almost every day from now on.  However, at least it won't be 15
to 20 times per day.

   It's not long and I have a mouth full of sissy cum.  I display it to my
trainer and he gives me permission to swallow it down.  I no more than
swallow and another cock comes through the hole.  This one is Victors.  I
give his dick the VIP treatment as well.  Tuesday he made it sound like he
was my blowjob trainer.  I don't know how official that title is but it is
better safe than sorry.  The next cock through the hole belongs to daddy.
The bend in his cock makes it pretty obvious.  Plus, it smells just like
daddy.

   I'm tempted to beg again to go home.  However, the hard cock looking me
in the face tells me that it would do no good.  I won't be getting any help
from daddy.  I give him an okay blowjob but definitely not the best I'm
capable of.  He doesn't deserve my best.  Plus, the worse the blowjob the
less he will probably visit the hole.

   As it turns out, daddy visits the hole 3 times total today.  He cums a
lot each time so I think he is refraining from playing with my sisters or
any of the other kids in the school.  Don't I feel special...

   The Dean visits the hole twice and Victor three times.  There are a
variety of other staff as well.  Drew takes the prize though with 6 visits.
I'm not sure how much estrogen Drew takes but I'm pretty sure he feeds me
at least a daily's dose worth via his cock.

   When I do my lunchtime exercises I decide not to put any tree ornaments
in the training room.  I probably will put a few in there by the end of the
week but my dick is still sore and I want at least one more day to recoup.

   By the end of the day I count at least 20 visitors to the hole.  Several
are the same people though.  The last visitor is the worst.  When I kneel
in front of the hole a very tiny penis comes through.  I'm pretty positive
that it is Bobby's weeny.  It's so small that only a couple inches actually
make it all the way through the hole.  I hear people on the other side
laughing and making jokes as Bobby stands there.

   At first I think this is mainly just a training exercise in humiliation
for Bobby.  I even laugh a little myself at his expense.  I feel bad about
it but it has been a very hard day and my body just needs a good laugh.

   Funny or not, I still am required to do my part as well.  I know he
can't cum yet but I still do my best.  I even press hard against the hole
so I can reach his tiny nuts.  It takes some doing but I manage to suck
them into my mouth along with the rest of his tiny penis.  He groans a
little when I do this.  I don't think it is pleasure though.  I think I'm
just pulling his nuts a little too hard.  I give them a good bath with my
tongue and then release them just in case I'm hurting him.

   I hear the men on the other side of the door cheering Bobby on.

   "Do it!  Do it!"

   There are lots of laughs also.  They know he can't cum but they keep
cheering anyway.  I feel sorry for him but can't help but giggle a few more
times myself.  However, I'm mid giggle when I hear something that makes me
stop in my tracks.

   "Hurry up Bobby," I hear Mr.  Slusser telling his son.  "You said you
had to potty, so go."

   I can't believe Mr.  Slusser is having Bobby use me as a toilet.  The
humiliation of it is almost unbearable.  I'm just thankful that they can't
see me through the door.

   For a moment I think Bobby is too frightened to pee.  However, right
when I think he might give up trying I feel pee rush out the end of his
dick.  It feels much different than when the grownups peed in my mouth last
week.  Bobby's stream is very thin yet still pretty strong.  I easily keep
up with it.  His piss isn't all that bad.  It tastes almost like water.

   "Ew, he's drinking my pee," Bobby says in amazement.

   This gets a loud round of laughs from the men outside.

   "It's okay Bobby, she enjoys it," Mr.  Slusser says, putting emphasis on
the word "she" to let his son know he addressed me improperly.

   I get several swallows before he finishes.  Thankfully, I remember to
save the last mouth full for inspection.  When Bobby pulls away I open my
mouth and bring it to the hole.  The men outside make me display the piss
for several minutes as they chat outside.  During that time I feel one or
more men spit in my mouth several times.  It's so disgusting that it makes
my skin crawl.  When they finally let me swallow I can't help but gag in
revulsion.

   I bring my mouth back to the hole for final inspection and they spit in
my mouth three more times.  This time I almost get sick when I swallow it
down.  There isn't much taste to it.  It's just the thought of what it is.
Of course, now I have to show my mouth for inspection again.  And yes, they
spit in it yet again.  This repeats twice more before they get tired of
humiliating me.

   I remain kneeling at the hole just in case.  However, I get no orders
nor do any more dicks come through.  As I hear the last of them leave I go
to my bed and cry.

   Shortly after this, Drew comes in and removes my ball weight.  He tells
me to put it back on in the morning.  He leaves without saying anything
further.  I'm not sure if he removed it because I was so good today or if
it was just for medical purposes.

   Thursday turns out to be an exact copy of Wednesday.  The doctor even
flushes my bladder out again with medicine.  I get the first hour off again
and then steady visitors the rest of the day.  This of course includes
Victor, dad and the Dean.  The only main thing that is different is that
Casey is there today instead of Drew.

   At first I thought it was a good thing that Drew wasn't there.  That
meant I didn't have to suffer through the humiliation of sucking an adult
sissy off a half dozen times.  I quickly find out that Casey has her own
way of humiliating me through the door.

   As my first class ends I hear some noise outside my door.  I assume it
is my first customer of the day so I go ahead and get into place despite
there not yet being a knock.  I kneel and see Casey positioning a chair
several feet away from the door.  My first thought is that she is setting
up a waiting room outside.  That way all the men can rest while they wait
their turn at my mouth.  This thought is utterly humiliating, but not as
bad as what the purpose of the chair actually turns out to be.

   Casey turns her back to me and then leans forward, using the chair to
help maintain her balance.  She then leans back and pulls her skirt up and
over her waist.  She is wearing a black thong and her rear end looks
absolutely gorgeous.  You have no idea how badly I want to grab the
screwdriver and remove my cage.  My desire grows as she pulls the thong
off.

   I'm so engrossed with the peep show that I don't take the time to
analyze what she might be up too.  Her next move, however, makes it
blatantly clear.  She spreads her ass cheeks apart and then backs her rear
end up until she is pressing hard against the door.  I get a perfect view
of her lovely asshole.

   Knock.  Knock.

   I lick my lips in anticipation.  I ate her pussy last week but this is
going to be even better since I'm sure she won't make me drink her pee this
time.  It would get all over the place if she tried to pee through the
hole.

   I patiently wait for her to angle down so I can access her pussy.  I can
see it through the hole but there is no way I can reach it with her at this
angle.  Almost a full minute passes though without any movement.

   KNOCK.  KNOCK.

   This time the knocks actually sound angry.  How can she expect me to eat
her pussy if she isn't going to present it to me?

   Oh, no!  She doesn't want me to eat her pussy, she wants me to eat her
asshole!  I stare through the hole in shock.  I did this to Drew's asshole
and much worse with Bobby's, but my brain still needs a minute to cope. 
Apparently, a minute is too long for Casey.

   Casey's asshole moves away from the hole.  A second later the door
opens, pushing me back on my plugged rump.  I look up in fear at an
extremely pissed off Casey.  It is hard to tell if she is angry because I
didn't obey the unspoken order or if she is just offended that I might not
want to lick her back there.

   "I'll do it!  Please, I'll do it!" I quickly beg.

   "Oh, you are going to do it alright," she growls.  "However, I'm going
to give your ass a few licks first."

   The anger in her voice makes it clear she doesn't plan to use her
tongue. I will be lucky if she doesn't use the whip.

   "Get into position!" she orders.

   Her voice is so enraged that it makes me shiver in fear.  I quickly
obey. I get on my hands and knees and crawl to the spot on the floor where
Danielle punished me two weeks back.  Apparently, that exact spot isn't
required for punishments.  Casey grabs a hand full of my hair and turns me
so I'm facing the door instead of away from it.  She then drags me toward
it until I'm next to the Christmas tree.  I'm wearing my school uniform
today and my bare knees are grounded to the floor.  The tinsel from the
tree snaps against my belly and chest as it takes the path of least
resistance.  My left side stings a little as the steady current courses
through me.  My sensitive left nipple is covered by the tinsel as well and
the stinging there feels the worst.  It's bothersome, but it pales in
comparison to what I know is coming next.

   I start to cry when I feel Casey kneel down next to me and flip my skirt
up onto my back.

   SLAP!

   "OH!" I scream in pain as the first hit lands.

   Her hand lands on my large plug and across my ass cheeks.  It hits much
harder than I thought she was capable of.  The plug is hit so hard that it
feels like she just plowed her fist up my asshole.

   "One... one, ma'am," I manage to say.

   SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

   They come so fast that I can't count them out loud.  I just let out a
long yell of pain followed a moment later by, "Five, ma'am!"

   The pain is horrible.  It is much worse than when Danielle punished me.
Casey is hitting me much harder.  Plus, I have a bigger plug now and a
weight on my balls.  The plug is the main factor though.  The pain from my
ball weight swinging back and forth pales in comparison.

   SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

   "OH!  God!  Nine... nine, ma'am!" I yell.  "Please, no mor..."

   SLAP!

   My begging is interrupted with a hard spank.  Only this one lands lower
on my thighs.  Just low enough that part of her hand contacts my weighted
balls.

   I involuntarily try to lunge forward.  However, her hand still has a
grip on my hair and she holds me in place.  I gag and dry heave.  She
doesn't try to stop me when my body drops down to the floor.  She just
stands over me and waits for me to recover.  It takes me almost a minute
before I can get back into position.

   Danielle warned me that bad things could happen if I tried to beg during
a punishment.  She wasn't fucking kidding!

   "Ten, ma'am," I count out.

   SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

   "Ohhhhh!" I scream throughout this series.  "Fifteen, ma'am."

   I brace myself for more but none come.  Instead, I feel Casey holding my
plug in place with one hand while her other gently rubs my sore rump.

   "Clean your mess," Casey says a moment later in a much calmer voice.

   I look below me to find a pool of cum mixed with piss.  The piss doesn't
surprise me but the cum does.  I came during Danielle's punishment also but
Danielle had let my plug almost pop all the way out in between hits. 
Casey's hits came way too fast for that.  The plug was only coming out
maybe two inches before the next hit was already landing and slamming it
back it.  Apparently it was still enough pumping action to get my ass clit
to release a load.

   I lean down and slurp my mess up.  It's nasty but seems insignificant
compared to the punishment itself.

   Casey walks out of the room while I'm still cleaning up.  The door slams
behind her.

   Knock.  Knock.

   I hear about 30 seconds later.  I very quickly shuffle over to the door
and press against it.  Casey's butt is pressed up against the hole again.
The throbbing in my butt reminds me what will happen if I delay.  I have my
lips against her butthole in less than a second.  I press my face hard
against the door and give her asshole several kisses to let her know I
learned my lesson.  From this day forward I will eagerly eat her asshole
whenever she presents it to me.

   I hear her moaning as I kiss and lick her hole with gusto.  I doubt she
takes daily enemas like I do, but she actually doesn't taste all that bad.
She has a stronger taste than Drew and Bobby did but it isn't offensive or
anything.  I'm still a little reluctant to stick my tongue inside.  I of
course do it anyway.  I'm pleased that I find nothing lurking there.  Once
I confirm this I start fucking her ass with my tongue.  I even press it in
deep and wiggle it around some.  She seems to enjoy this the most.

   Casey has me lick her asshole for about 15 minutes before she finally
pulls away.

   "She's not too bad at eating ass," I hear Casey say.

   I feel a tinge of pride when I hear the compliment.  I blush though when
I realize she was saying it to someone in the hall and not to me.  My face
turns absolutely red in humiliation when my dad's dick comes through the
hole a few seconds later.  I can't believe daddy seen me eat Casey's
asshole.

   I eagerly eat Casey's asshole three more times this day.  It's
disgusting each time, but by the end of the day I realize it isn't all that
bad.  If anything, I should feel honored to eat her ass.  Or at least I
know there are many men out there that would feel honored to do it.  She is
very pretty and has a nice ass.  Hell, my dad probably even fantasizes
about it.  And yet it is I who actually gets to taste it.

   I end up drinking Bobby's piss again today.  However, it is more private
this time and takes place during lunch.  I'm just finishing my workout when
Mr.  Slusser escorts Bobby into my training room.  They sit on the couch
and watch me.  I blush but finish out my routine.

   Once I'm done, Mr.  Slusser whispers something into Bobby's ear.  Bobby
blushes and then walks over to me.

   "I have to go tinkle," he whispers.

   I know what Mr.  Slusser wants and I get down on my knees in front of
Bobby.  It only takes a minute this time before I feel his warm piss
filling my mouth.  I'm not at my hole so I drink it all down.  Mr.  Slusser
doesn't seem to mind that I didn't display any in my mouth at the end.

   "How about you two go take a warm bubble bath together?" Mr.  Slusser
says as I stand back up.  "I'll be back to get you in 45 minutes."

   Bobby reaches out and grabs hold of my hand.  I don't say anything but
this catches me a little off guard.  It's not a romantic type of hand hold.
It's more like he feels he needs to be escorted by me, like some 6 year old
crossing the street with his mother.  Now that I think about it, he often
talks very childish also.  I'm betting this is his mom and sister's doing.

   We only have 45 minutes together but we do a surprising amount of
bonding during that time.  Which I'm guessing is Mr.  Slusser's goal.

   Bobby is very playful during our bath.  He tosses bubbles and stuff at
me.  It seems very childish but it only takes a minute before I'm laughing
and doing the same to him.  While he acts like a 6 year old in the bath, I
quickly discover afterward that he is very smart.  I have some questions
about Mr.  Slusser's math class and Bobby easily answers them.  I get
excited when I find out he has 4 of the same classes as I do.  He just has
three of them at different times than I do.  I guess I shouldn't be that
surprised we are taking the same topics.  It's not like we are old enough
to start specializing in anything.  Even his other classes are the same
subjects as mine.  They are just more advanced.

   Bobby tells me that I could probably ask the Dean for permission to
switch my classes around so he and I could share most of the same schedule.
I tell him I will think about it.  However, I have no intention of
following through.  The more classes we have together the more time we will
probably be expected to share outside of school studying and stuff.  I like
Bobby but I feel it is best that I don't make too much of a connection with
him.  His family scares me a little.  Besides, I like Danielle much more.
Not that I have any classes with him.

   Our time together ends much too soon.  However, I think it is clear that
we will end up spending a lot more time together in the future... probably
a lot more than we want.

   My dreams this night bother me a lot.  Not because they are scary but
because they aren't.  I dream of sucking dicks and eating cum, yet in the
dream I'm not disgusted at all.  In fact, I seem to enjoy myself and can't
get enough cum in my belly.  When I finally wake I lay there for some time,
not sure what to make of it.  I'm ashamed of my subconscious for enjoying
the dream, yet I can't deny that life would be a lot easier here if I
allowed myself to enjoy more of it.

   Doing all of this gay shit has become easier for me but I'm still
disgusted each time.  I'm not sure I could ever talk myself into actually
liking any of it.  Okay, maybe I could enjoy some of it.  Fucking Bobby's
hole had been disgusting but still a little enjoyable.  My ass clit also
feels pretty good when it is milked just right.  Wait!  What am I saying!?
I can't allow myself to give in to this gay shit!

   I look over at the clock and see it is 3 a.m.  No wonder, it's super
late and I'm not thinking straight.  I roll over and try my best to get
back to sleep.  It's not easy with the room lights on and the Christmas
ones constantly blinking.

   I'm barely back to sleep when I'm woken by the sound of someone at my
door.  My body automatically gets up and heads to the door so I can kneel
at the hole.  I'm half way there before I'm awake enough to realize what is
going on.  The person isn't knocking, they are entering.  I take a step
back in shock when I see Ray's huge frame come into view.  I get even more
concerned and confused when I glance over at the clock and see it is only
3:45 a.m.  Something is going on.

   For a brief moment I get my hopes up that Ray is here to rescue me. 
However, when I see his face I know this isn't the case.  I know that look.
It is the look of lust.  My eyes instinctively go to his groin.  Sure
enough, he has a very large lump there.

   I'm very scared and slowly back away.  As a guard, Ray's job is to
protect me just as much as it is to keep me from escaping.  However, who
protects me from Ray?  I glance over at the camera mounted on the wall.  It
is the closest thing I have to a body guard.  With luck, Ray won't try
anything if I stay in clear sight of it.

   "The late night recordings are erased every day," Ray says when he sees
me looking at the camera.  "No one ever reviews them unless an incident is
reported."

   He takes another step toward me and I almost piss myself.  He is so big
and strong.  He even makes the Dean look puny.  I start trying to think of
a way to escape him but it is hopeless.  Even if I could get past him, I
have nowhere to go.  All escape routes are locked.  Plus, my shock collar
would drop me in my tracks.  My bathroom has a lock on it but it requires a
key to lock it.

   "Please," I beg.

   I don't know exactly what he wants but I know it isn't going to be good.

   "Calm down, girl," Ray says.  "I'm not going to do anything you don't
want me to."

   I find this highly unlikely.  However, I try my best to at least look
like I'm calming down.  I figure the calmer I am the calmer he will remain.

   "W...what do you want?" I manage to ask.

   "I just wanted to come in and let you know your secret is safe with me,"
Ray replies.  "I don't plan to tell them about your little escape attempt."

   After 4 days I kind of figured this was the case.  I'm glad he is
confirming those suspicions.  However, the message he is giving me doesn't
line up that well with his body language.

   "Thanks," I say.

   "No problem," he replies.  "I know how hard it is for new boys in here.
There is no reason I can't do you a favor from time to time.  It's not like
you wouldn't do the same for me."

   "Thanks," I say again when it is clear he is waiting for a response.

   Ray keeps looking at me like he is still waiting on a response.  A very
uncomfortable moment goes by.  During this time I rethink what he just
said. He was a little cryptic but I think he wants a "favor" from me.  I'm
pretty sure that favor is sex.  However, I wouldn't call it a "favor", I
would call it "blackmail".  On the surface, it seems like an obvious bluff
to me.  My escape attempt happened on Monday and it's now Friday.  I highly
doubt the Dean would look kindly on one of his security guards waiting that
long to report such a thing.

   The Dean might even fire Ray over something like that.  Ray is rich and
all but that is because he has an inheritance, not because he holds a
powerful position in the community or anything.  His job was probably more
of a favor than anything else.

   For an instant I think about calling his bluff.  However, it dawns on me
that if I don't do him a favor now then he won't do any more for me in the
future.  I doubt he would overlook continued escape attempts even if I do
him a favor.  However, there are many other minor violations he might
overlook.  Plus, there are probably minor things he could do for me as
well. For example, he could maybe bring me a late night meal from time to
time.  Of course, it would always mean giving him additional favors in
return.  It would suck having to give him sex in return for a simple
sandwich or other scrap of food.  That said, it would be worth it so that I
don't have to eat as much dog food.

   "W...what do you want?" I whisper.

   I see no reason to play his cryptic game.  I don't even see why he is
bothering with it.  This is one big mother fucker.  He could easily take
whatever he wanted and I would never dare tell on him.  If I told on him
and they didn't fire him then he would be free to take his revenge out on
me.  Plus, there would be a good chance the whole escape incident might get
uncovered during the ordeal.  That would mean a major punishment from the
Dean on top of having to constantly worry about painful late night visits
from Ray.

   "What are you offering?" he replies.

   It seems a very stupid question.  He's extremely rich so there isn't
anything of monetary value that would interest him.  Not that I have much
anyway.  No, all I have to offer him is sex and he knows it.  He even
rubbed his dick through his pants as he asked the question.  I can only
guess that he finds it exciting to play this little game.

   "I could give you a massage," I whisper.

   It is the first non-sexual thing that pops into my head.  I know it is a
weak offer but I'm having trouble offering a sexual favor in return for
something.  I guess technically men and women exchange sex for favors all
the time in relationships and stuff.  However, in this instance the idea of
doing it makes me feel dirty... like I would become a prostitute or
something.  I would be whoring myself out for sandwiches and shit.

   The worst part, however, is that it would take away the one thing that
has kept me sane.  Up until now, I've maintained my sanity with the
knowledge that all of this gay shit is being forced on me.  I either please
them or I'm punished.  That is not the case here.  We both know that he
isn't going to turn me in for my escape attempt.  I also suspect he
wouldn't hurt me that bad if I refused to barter with him.

   "Oh, that would be wonderful!" Ray replies.  "It has been a long week
and I could use a nice massage."

   I'm stunned.  I can't believe he actually went for that.  He even seems
delighted with it like maybe I offered way more than I needed too.  This is
odd considering I thought I was offering considerably less than he wanted.

   My joy quickly turns to dread when it dawns on me that his idea of a
massage might be different than mine.  I've heard stories about what goes
on in massage parlors.  They have sex in them sometimes.  They call it a
"happy ending".  I just know that is what Ray is going to expect.

   I take a step back as Ray walks right up to me.  He brings his hand out
but doesn't grab at me.  Instead he just holds it there.  It takes me a
moment to realize he is waiting for me to undo his cufflink.  I reach out
with shaking hands and do so.

   Ray's cufflink is very fancy with a little shield and other details on
it.  It could be made out of a half dozen cheap metals but I know it isn't.
It's probably silver or white gold.  I doubt he would ever wear anything
less.  I haven't known him for long but it is clear he has taste when it
comes to clothes.  Even his uniform looks custom made.  Except for the long
sleeves, from a long distance his uniform looks similar to what the other
guards wear.  However, when you get up close you see they are very
different.  Ray's uniform not only fits better but is made out of what
looks to be very expensive material.

   My hands are shaking but I make damn sure I don't drop the cufflink on
the concrete floor.  I hand it out to him but he doesn't take it.  He just
pulls his hand back and extends the other one.  I remove that cufflink as
well.  He glances over at the nightstand.  I get the hint and lay the
cufflinks there.

   When I turn back he is standing there with his hands at his side.  I
just stare until he motions with his right hand that I should undo the rest
of his shirt now.  I work on his tie first.

   The tie is dark blue like his pants, but it also has just slightly
lighter blue stripes on it.  The tie alone probably costs $100.  It takes
me a moment to figure out how to remove it.  I've only worn a tie once
before and it was a clip on.  It's not rocket science but the last thing I
want to do is damage it.  What really throws me for a loop is the tie pin.
I've seen men wearing them before but have never really thought about them
much.  Who would?  I was surprised to find there is a small metal chain
connecting them to the shirt.  The chain makes sense but it was still
unexpected.

   I closely inspect the chain.  It takes me only 20 seconds to figure it
out but it seems an eternity with Ray staring at me.  Ray is amazingly
patient with me.  He even seems to enjoy watching me figure everything out.
However, I'm still shaking in fear at the prospect that his patience might
suddenly run out.

   I'm pretty sure that Ray would get into a ton of trouble if he beat the
shit out of me.  However, there is still a lot he could do to punish me
without leaving that many marks.  Plus, I can easily see someone as big as
Ray accidently letting his anger get away from him.

   Once the tie is aside, I start working on his shirt.  I try my best not
to look him in the face.  However, I can still feel Ray's eyes on me.  I
get the shirt unbuttoned but when I go to pull it out of his pants they
won't come.  I know he is probably wearing garters of some kind.  My dad
wears them sometimes to help hold his shirt in.  I never closely inspected
his but I have inspected the ones my sisters sometimes wear.

   A couple years back I started spying on my sisters sometimes when they
changed clothes.  It was never really a sexual thing.  I was just a curious
kid.  I even sometimes went into their rooms and looked through their
underwear drawers and stuff.  I knew it was a very bad thing to do, which
of course was one of the main reasons I did it.  Anyway, I got a close up
inspection of their garter belts and have an idea of how they work.  I also
know there is only one way to remove them.  I'm going to have to undo Ray's
pants.

   He is wearing a thick black leather belt.  As I unbuckle it, Ray reaches
down and slides it free from all the belt loops.  He folds it and lays it
on the bed.  He doesn't say anything but the message is crystal clear.  He
is keeping the belt within arm's reach in case I fail to please him.  I
have no clue, nor do I want to find out exactly how hard he could hit me
with that thing without leaving any long term marks.

   As I mentioned earlier, when I was janitor I spent weeks wishing to get
a good look at Ray's dick.  Well, be careful what you wish for.  As I unzip
him I realize I'm about to get a very close up view of it.  I even
instinctively kneel down in front of him.  I'm not sure why I kneel down.
Maybe it is just from all that time at the door in front of the hole. 
Regardless, I realize I might be giving him the wrong idea so I go to stand
back up.  When I go to stand, however, Ray's hand comes to my shoulder to
keep me down.

   I let out a small moan of despair, but I don't try to struggle away from
him.  Not that I actually could.  I do, however, look up at him briefly. 
He is staring back at me so I blush and quickly avert my eyes.  I can't
believe this is the same guy I chatted with all those times.  I can't
believe he would make me do this.  Of course, he probably can't believe I'm
actually doing it.

   I can't help but wonder how many other boys he has done this too here. I
doubt that I'm the first.  However, I suspect that he doesn't do it to all
of them.  I'm sure Danielle would have warned me if that was the case. 
Granted, it is also possible Danielle is simply the only boy Ray hasn't
messed with.  Danielle is the Dean's son/daughter after all.

   As I pull his pants down, Ray's dick swings out and slaps me in the
face. I jerk back like it is on fire.  I can't believe a Nig... I mean, a
black man's dick just touched my face.  I dare not even think the "N" word
in front of Ray.  I never say the "N" word but I'm ashamed to admit that I
sometimes think it.

   I honestly don't want to be prejudiced in any way.  However, you have to
keep in mind that there just aren't that many blacks around where I live.
The number of blacks in my city is very low to begin with.  Add on the fact
that I live in a somewhat rich neighborhood and that narrows the number of
blacks even further.  I guess that last part sounds prejudiced also... but
it is true.  There just aren't that many rich blacks in my area.

   I really don't think about racial stuff that often.  I usually don't
even notice the color of people's skin.  However, there are certain times
that I do.  For example, I would hesitate to have sex with a black girl. 
It would have nothing to do with how attractive she might be to me; it just
feels wrong for some reason.  I think it is because I didn't grow up around
any blacks and I'm just not used to the idea of it.  The thought of it
makes me feel similar to what I felt the first time I slept with one of my
sisters.  Granted, it didn't take much effort for me to get past that
little taboo.

   As you can imagine, being touched by Ray's dick feels like a double
taboo to me.  It's a dick and it's black.

   I don't get much time to dwell on it.  Once his dick comes into view I
mainly think about how huge the fucking thing is.  It is about 9 inches
long like the Dean's.  However, Ray's dick is almost 3 inches thick. 
That's only half an inch thicker than the Dean's but that half inch makes
it look a shit load bigger.

   I can't help but stare at it.  I kneel there stunned like that for
almost half a minute.  The longer I stare at it the bigger it seems to get.
Finally I get ahold of myself and continue with my task.  I unhook his
shirt garters and he allows me to stand back up so I can remove his shirt.
I fold it very neatly and place it with his tie.  When I turn back I see
Ray stepping out of his shoes and pants.  He sees me watching and gives me
a wink.  I blush and quickly look down.  Of course this only puts my eyes
on his cock which makes me blush further.

   I pick his pants up and fold them neatly.  This isn't part of my
training so I guess I don't have to fold all of his clothes.  However, it
still feels like the right thing to do.  It shows a kind of respect for
him. Or at least it doesn't show disrespect which is the last thing I want
to do.

   I hear my bed springs complain and I turn to see Ray getting on the
mattress.  To my surprise, he rolls over onto his stomach.  I guess he is
serious about wanting that massage after all.  I'm still reluctant so I
take my time collecting his socks and underwear from the floor.  I even
neatly arrange his shoes at the base of the night stand.

   Ray is patient, but I can only delay so long.  Finally, I have no choice
but to crawl up into the bed with him.  I've given my mom a few massages
but they were always just her shoulders.  We were always fully clothed also
of course.  As I crawl next to Ray I realize I might have bitten off more
than I can chew.  The task suddenly doesn't seem as simple as it did just a
couple minutes ago.

   There is no turning back now.  Ray looks even more intimidating now that
I can see all his muscles.  His muscles aren't as well defined as what you
see in body building competitions on TV.  However, he still looks pretty
muscular.  It would probably only take a few weeks of dieting for him to
loose what little fat he has covering those muscles.  He still wouldn't win
any competitions.  He is huge but not that huge.  He's just extremely fit.
My guess is that when he's not at the school then he's at the gym or at
home working out.

   I kneel at his left side and reach for his neck muscle.  My hands look
so white and tiny on his huge black shoulder.  I can't believe how hard his
muscles are.  It feels like I'm trying to squeeze a chunk of warm metal. 
It's a huge contrast from what my mom's shoulders always felt like.

   "Straddle my back," he orders.

   I have to admit that my current angle is pretty bad for this task.  I
was just hoping to be able to do the job with minimum physical contact.  I
should have known better than that.  He is so big that I have to actually
stand completely up before I can get up on his back.  When I kneel down I
spread my knees wide but they don't even reach the bed.

   "Oh," I groan as my weighted nuts press hard against his hot flesh.

   The pain is bad but not as bad as it could be.  I can thank little Bobby
for that.  I busted several nuts in him yesterday and that soothed my blue
balls somewhat.  I still try several angles to help relieve the pressure.
None work that well.  I do find, however, that when I lean forward and
press down on my hands it does cut the pain significantly.  I need to do
that anyway for the massage so it works out well.

   My fingers are too weak to do much good on Ray's hard muscles.  I spend
most of my time just pressing down with my palms in various spots.  I feel
very humiliated as I give Ray his massage.  I would feel humiliated no
matter what guy I performed this on.  However, I would be lying if I said
Ray's skin color didn't add a lot to my humiliation.  It's not because I
feel superior or any shit like that.  It is because it feels so odd and
wrong to be touching a black person like this.  Okay, maybe I'm a little
prejudiced but isn't everyone?

   I blush when I remember the video camera in the room.  God, I hope this
isn't some trick the Dean or my trainers are pulling on me.  If so, then
they will probably be emailing this video to everyone on the staff... to
include my dad.

   I massage his back for over 15 minutes.  He just lays there and moans
from time to time.  I flop onto my side when he decides to turn over.  It
is a bit abrupt but at least the massage is finally over.

   "Do my front now," he says as he lays back.

   I guess I'm not done after all.  I climb back on.  This time I straddle
his stomach.  I make sure I pull his hard dick off his stomach so I won't
be sitting on it.  I can still feel the huge thing up against my right hip.
I do my best to push it out of my mind.

   I'm beat red as I work his front.  I do everything I can to keep from
looking him in the eye.  Even without looking I can tell it won't be long
before he expects his "full release".  The only question is how he will
obtain that release.  The only thing I know for sure is that he won't deep
throat me.  Victor brags about me being good at sucking dick, but I'm not
THAT good.  Deep throating Ray just isn't physically possible.  He would do
permanent damage if he tried and he knows it.  Of course, that still leaves
lots of possibilities.

   My brain frantically runs through all the possible scenarios.  I try not
to but I just can't help myself.  This goes on for over 5 minutes.  The
scenarios just keep getting worse and worse and I'm about to start crying.
Ray must have figured my brain was about to explode because he finally
reaches up and grabs hold of my hips.  My body jerks when he grabs hold.

   I freeze and involuntarily look into his eyes.  I can easily tell the
moment has finally arrived.  What happens next catches me by surprise.  One
of his large hands slide up my back and lightly grasps me at the back of
the neck.  He then applies pressure.  Like an idiot, I try to resist. 
There is no way I'm going to overpowering this guy.  I don't even think he
notices that I'm trying to pull away.  He just keeps pushing me down until
my upper body comes to rest against his.

   He then pushes me downward.  At first I think he is going to make me
suck his dick after all.  However, he stops when my face comes even with
his chest.

   "No," I whimper when he angles my hand and presses my lips down against
his left nipple.

   I struggle again but with equally poor results.  When this doesn't work
I try to go to that dark space in my mind.  However, as I back up I quickly
run into Janice who blocks my way.  She takes control of my body but forces
me to stand there and watch and feel everything that is going on.

   It angers me that she would keep me from my safe spot yet again.  I can
tell by the way she is sucking Ray's nipple that she enjoys at least part
of this.  She's a girl, why wouldn't she enjoy it?  So, it's not like I was
trying to abandon her to perform some horrible task... at least not for
her.

   Ray's pecs are actually larger than Danielle's breasts.  However, his
are manly and full of muscle.  His nipples are smaller than Danielle's but
he still has plenty for me to suck into my mouth and flick with my tongue.

   I can't believe I'm actually sucking a black man's nipple!  As bad as
this is, I just know it is going to get much worse.

   I suck on the nipple for several minutes before Ray moves my head to the
other.  As I suck on this nipple it dawns on me that Janice is no longer
there.  It's just me.  The bitch has ducked away and left me by myself.  I
know it is only fair after what I did to her with my dad, but this still
seems unbelievably cruel of her.

   "Keep licking, sugar," he says as he moves my mouth to the right of his
nipple.

   I'm more than happy to comply.  At least now I'm just licking his chest
and not his nipple.  It's still gross and humiliating but it could be much
worse.  He moves my head back and forth on his right pec for a minute and
then things do indeed get worse.  At first I think he is just going to have
me lick the outer side of his pec.  However, he keeps pushing me to the
side until my tongue runs into hairs from his underarm.

   "Lick!" he growls when I quickly pull my tongue back into my mouth.

   I refuse at first.  I even try to muffle a "no" through my tightly
closed lips.  All it takes is a small squeeze on my neck to get me to
change my mind.  It isn't that painful and I doubt he would squeeze my neck
much harder than this, but it sends a clear message he will probably do
something else to hurt me if I don't comply.

   I gag and feel like I'm going to be sick as I let me tongue come out of
its hiding place.  Oh, God!  I'm licking his armpit!  He tastes just like
he smells... manly.  It's horrible to perform the act but it really doesn't
taste that awful.  Nowhere near as bad as the Dean's dick tasted yesterday.
Ray is much cleaner but he isn't perfectly clean.  His flavor is mixed in
with that of salt which tells me he probably sweated a little since his
last bath.

   I'm licking for almost a minute before something else occurs to me about
his flavor.  There are no chemical type tastes you might expect from an
underarm deodorant.  At least I assume deodorant isn't tasteless.  This
seems odd for Ray.  In addition to wearing fine clothes he also always
smells good.  I even asked him once what cologne he wears.  All I had at
home was my dad's Old Spice.  I would have much preferred smelling like
Ray. I quickly changed my mind when he told me how much it cost.  My
allowance for a full year wasn't enough to buy a bottle of the stuff.

   My face is beat red as I run my tongue back and forth across the kinky
hairs.  His underarm gets a thorough bath before he finally pulls me away
from it.  When my mouth comes to his nipple again I start licking and
sucking on it with gusto.  I work on it like a starving baby trying to
feed. I much prefer the nipple over his armpit.  I nurse the nipple for a
minute before me moves me over to the left one.  I work even harder on this
one.

   My efforts pay off and he rewards me by not making me lick the other
armpit.  Instead, he puts his finger under my chin and lifts up until I'm
forced to look him in the eye.  I can see the lust in his brown eyes.  The
next thing I know his large lips are on mine.  I try to pull away but he is
holding me in place.

   I'm sure he thinks he is rewarding me further by giving me the kiss, but
he's not.  I almost prefer the armpit.  Not in a million years did I think
I would ever kiss a black man.  The disgust is unimaginable as his tongue
invades my mouth and we start to share spit.  I'm quickly discovering that
I'm a lot more racist than I thought.  This is 100 times worse than when I
kissed Danielle for the first time.  There is nothing I can do except
accept it.  If Ray wants to kiss then we are going to kiss.

   I try to force his big tongue out of my mouth using my own.  However,
this only seems to encourage Ray further.  I struggle against the kiss for
over two minutes.  Finally, I give in and let my stiff body relax.  I don't
kiss back but I'm no longer fighting it.  I have more fight in me but it is
my hope that he will realize he won the battle and halt the kiss.

   Another minute, then two pass and his tongue is still darting around in
my mouth.  It becomes clear he doesn't plan to stop kissing any time soon.
A part of me wants to start fighting again but I'm just too emotionally and
mentally drained.

   "Mmm!" I groan into his mouth when I feel one of his large fingers worm
into my asshole.

   His finger is big but is nothing compared to what I've had up my hole in
the past couple weeks.  My outburst is more to let him know I don't want
him sticking anything in there.  I know how it works.  First it is one
finger and then two.  The next thing I know he will be trying to stick his
huge dick in there.  With a little effort I'm sure I can probably
physically handle his dick.  However, I'm not so sure I can handle it
mentally.  I've had a man's dick up my ass, but this one is much bigger
and... well, it's black!  I know it shouldn't matter what color it is but
it does.

   Despite knowing where this is headed, I still can't help but moan in
pleasure as his finger diddles me deep inside.  God, he knows how to play
with my clit!  I moan into his mouth and do a little dance as his finger
wiggles around.  Having my body betray me like this is very humiliating and
upsetting.  My hips even try grinding back against his finger.

   I freeze as Ray slowly works a second finger inside.  He is proceeding
just as I feared he would.  At first I try to fight the inevitable by
squeezing my hole tight.  His strong unlubed fingers keep pushing and I
have no choice but to relax my hole.  I know it will be too painful if I
don't.  I even arch my back slightly in order to help accommodate them.

   I'm embarrassed to admit it but Ray's two fingers feel perfect inside my
hole.  They are just big enough that they help fill that empty feeling I
get whenever my plug is out.  A larger object would fill the bill also, but
I prefer sticking with the low end of the scale.  I just wish this was the
biggest thing he planned to push in me.  I already know better though.

   I can tell that Ray is letting me set the pace.  Or at least he is
letting my body reactions set it.  He didn't add the second finger until I
was dancing around on the first one.  With this in mind, I do my best to
hold still as the two fingers start wiggling around inside me.  God, that
feels so good!  What are in those drugs they have been giving me?  I know
this feeling can't be natural.  If it was then I'm pretty sure I would have
discovered it a long time ago.

   I don't know what scares me more.  That this feeling is a result of the
drugs or that it might actually be natural.  If it is the drugs then that
means they are forcing these feelings on me.  That's horrible.  However, if
it is natural then that means I won't be able to ever escape it.  Even
after I run away from this place I will always be tempted to rub myself
inside there.

   I hold out for only a minute before I'm dancing on Ray's fingers.  A
minute later and I'm moaning into Ray's mouth again.

   He works my hole for another two minutes.  I let out a moan of despair
when I feel the fingers finally start to pull out.  Part of me wants them
to stay in there because they felt so good.  Another part of me wants them
to stay in there because I know what will be coming next once they are
gone. I want this whole horrible ordeal to be over but I so don't want that
big black dick up my hole.

   "Mmm!" I try to protest when I feel the head of his dick slide up
against my hole.

   I found a dirty sex story online once.  In it the author referred to the
head of a man's penis as being like a warm soft plum.  Well, the head of
Ray's dick was warm and kind of spongy like a plum but it felt more like
the size of a fucking apple!  Unfortunately, I'm not exaggerating that
much. God, this is going to be a tight fit.

   My skin crawls as I feel him rub the head back and forth against my
hole. The head of his dick is covered in slippery precum and he is
lubricating my "ass pussy" with it.  I know I should be thanking him for
the lube, but right now all I can think about is the disgust of having a
black man's precum smeared on me... plus, what I know is about to happen.

   As disgusting as it is, I have to admit that it sends shivers up and
down my spine and makes my toes curl each time the head of his dick rubs
across my hole.  I even shamelessly push back a few times.

   As Ray uses one hand to guide his cock, he uses the other to hold onto
my waist.  It takes me a moment to realize his hand is no longer on my neck
forcing me to kiss him.  I want to break the kiss right away.  However, I'm
scared Ray might get upset if I'm too abrupt.  So, I keep kissing him for
20 seconds or so before I slowly pull away.  He doesn't seem upset but I
still lower my lips back to his several times for a few tender kisses.

   "It's too big!" I say when I feel the head of his dick pressing hard
against my hole.

   Ray ignores me and keeps adding pressure.  I want to protest further but
I know I'm better off taking deep breaths and relaxing my hole the best I
can.

   "Oh...oh...oh," I groan as the pressure against my hole increases.

   I know my hole has been stretched wider than this before but that
knowledge does little good in easing the discomfort.  It has been many days
since my hole has been stretched this far.  Plus, it has been several hours
since I took my plug out.  My poor hole thought it had the night off and
now Ray is trying to stick a telephone pole up it.

   "Oh... oh... OH!" I yelp when his apple pops inside.

   Fuck that is big!  Oh, shit!  He's stretching me so wide!

   I try to struggle again when it fully dawns on me that he isn't going to
be happy with just the head inside.  He's going to bury it real deep and
then start pumping my ass pussy with it.  I can barely handle the tip.

   Even Danielle's cock seemed much too big once she/he started pumping me
with it.  I think it has something to do with how my insides have to
rearrange themselves with each stroke.  Or, maybe it is the way the cock
kept bumping into my ass clit on each thrust.  All I know for sure is that
Ray's dick is almost twice the size of Danielle's.  Even if he doesn't
physically injure me I think the ordeal will probably mentally damage me.

   Yet, a sick spark of excitement shoots down my spine at the thought of
Ray's big apple bumping into my ass clit over and over again.  I just know
that the ass orgasm it would create would be beyond anything I've
experienced so far.  A perverted part of me wants to experience that anal
climax.  However, another part of me is scared to death of it.

   "Please don't," I beg.  "I'll do anything else you want.  I'll be a good
girl for you.  I promise."

   I blush as I add that last part.  However, I know it is important to say
it.  It is about the only thing I can really offer him.  Offering simple
obedience is pretty pointless with someone as big as Ray.  He can easily
take whatever he wants from me.  However, getting me to act like a girl and
maybe even pretend to like it... that is something I have to volunteer. 
Okay, maybe he can force that out of me also.  However, can he do it
without leaving marks my trainers might notice?

   "Oh, you are going to be a good girl for Ray alright," Ray says with a
chuckle.  "Trust me; I've seen straight boys turn into flaming sissies
after getting a taste of my dick.  I've watched you via the cameras.  They
already have you at least 9/10ths of the way to being a complete sissy. 
Once I breed your hole you will be begging to come home with me so you can
be my bride."

   Be a nig... I mean, a black man's bride?  I don't think so.  I also want
to deny to myself that he is wrong about the 9/10ths part.  However, he's
probably right.  I honestly don't feel like I've changed that much in the
past few weeks.  Yet, when I stop and actually think about it I realize
I've changed a ton.  The Jack from three weeks ago probably wouldn't even
recognize me.

   "Oh...oh...oh," I groan as Ray slowly feeds me his dick.

   Ray's big apple presses hard against my ass clit and then slides on
past. The tight fit is uncomfortable, yet still sends tingles through my
body.

   "Ugh!" I grunt when his apple presses against something deep inside me.
"It hurts!"

   It is a very uncomfortable feeling.  I felt something similar with
Danielle.  However, Danielle's dick managed to get past this spot somehow.
I can already tell though that Ray's dick is way too fat for that.  It will
be extremely painful if he goes deeper.  I fear it might even injure me. 
Thankfully, Ray listens to me and stops pressing forward.

   "I think I reached your cervix," Ray says with a chuckle.

   I can tell he thinks he is making some kind of joke but I don't get it.
I don't know what a cervix is but I doubt I would find his joke funny even
if I did know what it was.  Right now all I can think about is that pain
inside me.  He stopped pushing but he hasn't pulled back any in order to
relieve the pressure.

   "There are two ways we can do this," he informs me.  "I can bury the
rest of my dick up your pussy or you can be a good girl and show me how you
play giddy up.  So, do you want to be a good girl for me now?"

   My blush deepens as I nod my head up and down.  I'm not that sure I
would live if he fed the rest of his cock to me.  I suspect he knows this
also.  Or at least he knows he might injure me.  So, it is very possible
this is just a bluff.  I'm not willing to take that chance.

   I feel Ray's hands leave my hips.  I hold still for a moment and then
slowly pull myself forward.  Another tingle shoots up my spine and my toes
curl as his apple runs across my ass clit in the opposite direction.  I
keep pulling forward until the underside of his apple is pushing against
the inside of my ass ring.  My instinct is to pull his dick the rest of the
way out.  However, I know that if I do that then I will just have to
squeeze it right back in.  I'm sure Ray would enjoy the sensation of
forcing his apple back inside, but I sure as hell wouldn't.

   I take a few deep breaths and then slowly push back.  Fuck that is a big
dick!  His dick is hard, yet still pliable enough that it compresses a
little inside my tight hole.  That said, it still has to be at least 2.5
inches thick in its compressed state.

   His dick reaches that uncomfortable spot deep inside me and I
immediately start pulling myself forward again.  I go all the way to the
tip and then press back again.  I repeat this over and over.  I also
increase the speed a little each time.  I know that the faster I go the
faster he will cum.  Plus, I can't deny that the faster pace makes my ass
clit feel better also.

   I can only go so fast in this position.  I'm doing maybe 10 pumps a
minute at best.  Ray isn't holding my upper body against his so I take a
gamble and use my hands to lift myself up.  Ray doesn't protest.  He looks
pleased if anything.  He did say to "play giddy up" and sitting up like
this is how one would do that I guess.

   I'm able to increase my speed a bit in this new position.  I'm still
going mainly forward and back though.  If I'm going to get the speed
necessary to get Ray to cum then I'm going to have to change my position
even more.  So, I get my feet under me and hover over him in more of a
squatting position.  This new position works perfect.

   The position becomes even better when Ray grabs hold of my ass cheeks.
His strong fingers constantly knead my ass cheeks and occasionally spread
them painfully wide, but their presence helps me maintain my balance.

   I use my leg muscles to lift myself up and then let gravity quickly pull
me back down.  All I have to do is make sure my legs kick in before his
apple punches through my cervix... whatever that is.

   "Tell Ray how much you like his nigger dick," Ray groans.

   My eyes get big when I hear him use the "N" word.  I've heard a few of
my friends say it a few times in the past.  However, it was them saying it
just to say it.  Just like all the other curse words we know are wrong to
say.  They certainly never used the word in reference to an actual black
person.  And they definitely never said it in close proximity to a black
person.

   It seems odd that Ray would use the word himself.  I guess it isn't any
more odd than him speaking about himself in the third person.  Regardless,
I'm not about to use the word.

   "I... I like your dick," I whisper back to him.

   "Say `I like Ray's big dick'," Ray groans back.

   At least he didn't use the "N" word that time.  I still hold back for a
moment before I comply.

   "I like Ray's big dick," I groan as I drop down on his huge dick once
more.

   "Keep saying it," he commands.  "Make sure it is loud enough for
everyone to hear."

   I freeze when he says this.  Are we being watched?  Or was that just a
kind of saying?  I'm tempted to ask but decide it is best not too.  If the
answer is "yes" then I'll still have to do all of this.  Only then I will
know there is someone watching and they will know I know.  Right now I at
least can still hope no one is watching.  Plus, anyone watching will
probably at least pretend they hadn't seen the whole ordeal.

   "I like Ray's big dick," I say as I start moving on his dick once more.

   I say it in a normal voice instead of a whisper, but Ray apparently
doesn't feel it is loud enough.  He lets one of his hands slide off my ass
cheek and onto my balls.  He then encases my balls and weight in his large
fist.

   "I like Ray's big dick!" I say much louder when I feel Ray squeeze my
nuts slightly.

   My balls have felt a ton better ever since they started milking me. 
However, that doesn't mean they still don't hurt when being squeezed.

   "I like Ray's big dick!" I all but yell three more times before he stops
squeezing.

   Ray stops squeezing but he doesn't let go.  At first, his fist moves in
sync with my hips.  However, on each upward hump my ball weight seems to
feel a little heavier.  He is clearly adding more resistance.  It doesn't
take long before it becomes very uncomfortable.  His tugging down makes my
weight feel at least 5 times heavier.  To make matters worse, he starts
adding resistance in the opposite direction whenever I hump down. 
Basically, my balls are being pulled when I go up and pushed on when I go
down.  Only it is I doing most of the pulling and pushing.  Ray is mostly
just holding his hand in place.

   I try doing even shorter strokes but Ray isn't happy with this and
starts squeezing my nuts again.  The pulling and pushing is uncomfortable
but it still feels 10 times better than when he squeezes.  So, I start
doing deeper strokes again.

   "Oh!  I like...oh... Ray's big... ah... dick!" I grunt as I punish my
nuts with each hump.

   Danielle told me a couple weeks back that I should learn to embrace pain
and mold it into pleasure.  There is no way that is going to happen.  I've
tried that a few times and it has never worked.  However, I have found that
I can sometimes block out some of the pain and focus more on what little
pleasure might already be there.  That's what I start doing here.  As I
rape my hole with Ray's huge black dick I try to block out the pain coming
from my nuts and focus on that odd perverted pleasure coming from my ass
clit.

   The pleasure is mixed in with a bunch of pain and it takes me a minute
to locate it.  When I do find it I grab on with both hands and hug it
tight. The perverted pleasure is all gooey and slimy and keeps trying to
slip away.  It is like a greased pig and gets loose a few times but I just
keep chasing it down and grabbing hold.  It takes several minutes but I
finally tire it out and it just sits there and lets me hug it.

   "I like Ray's big dick!" I grunt as I wrap my arms and legs around my
slimy glob of pleasure.

   "I like Ray's big dick!"

   "I like Ray's big dick!"

   As I bounce up and down on Ray's dick I discover a flaw in my plan.  The
more I embrace the pleasure the more I'm starting to believe what I'm
chanting out loud.  It's Ray's big dick after all that is strumming my ass
clit.  It isn't long and I'm humping Ray's dick with everything I have.  I
even start trying to force his big apple past that tender spot deep inside
me.

   "I love Ray's big dick!" I yell as I feel an anal climax nearing.

   "God, I love Ray's big dick!  I love Ray's big dick!  I love... ohhhh!"

   I bury his huge dick deep in my ass and start convulsing.  Like all my
prior anal climaxes, this one is scary and pleasurable at the same time. 
However, just like prior ones it doesn't quite feel like a normal climax.
It is intense enough though that it makes my head spin for a moment.  When
everything settles down I find I'm laying against Ray's chest again with my
face near his neck.  In my afterglow I actually get a strange urge to kiss
and suck on his neck.  I don't do it of course.  Only a fag would do
something like that.

   "Do you want to come home with me yet?" Ray laughs.

   I don't answer.  However, I do think about it.  I don't seriously
consider the offer but I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be
Ray's live in girlfriend/wife.  He would probably "breed" me several times
a day.  Eventually I'm sure I would learn to take his huge dick all the way
inside me.  He might even train me how to take all of it down my throat. 
Though I'm still not sure that's possible.

   In time I might even get used to kissing him, sucking his nipples and
licking his arm pits.  It's a frightening thought but I know it is true.  I
would get used to it just like almost everything else I've learned
recently.

   I wonder if he would keep me in my cock cage all the time in order to
make me beg for regular milkings?  I also wonder what my parents would
think about the whole thing.

   "Oh!"

   My thoughts are interrupted by Ray's dick burying itself deep inside me
again.  I got so caught up in my own climax that I failed to notice Ray
hadn't cum yet.  I guess that's not very wifely of me.

   One thing that I've noticed about my anal climaxes is that my "desire"
never fully goes away.  Ray's huge dick just milked a large load out of me
and I still feel a slight desire to cum again.  Still, the desire is
diminished just enough that my humiliation and disgust override it.  All I
want right now is to get away from Ray's huge cock.  That's not going to
happen though.  I don't even bother trying to pull myself away.  Instead, I
lay my upper body flat against his strong chest and hug him the best I can.
His body is now sweaty and smells even manlier than before.  Rubbing
against his sweaty body makes me feel all dirty and yucky.  However, it is
still better than if I were sitting up again.  If I did that then I would
be forced to look down at him again.  Plus, he would be able to see all the
shame on my face.

   Ray doesn't seem to mind.  He just grabs my hips tight and starts
humping up from below.  Thankfully, he takes care not to drive up too deep
into me.

   You would think that I would be used to humiliation by now.  However, as
Ray grunts below me I lay my head against his strong chest and weep
silently.  I feel one of Ray's large hands rub up and down my sweaty back.
At first I think he is trying to comfort me.  However, after a minute the
hand grabs hold of the back of my head and guilds me until my lips are over
his left nipple.  I hesitate only a few seconds before I start sucking on
the salty offering.

   Ray begins to moan as I suck his nipple.  Realizing this might get him
off faster, I start going to town on the nipple.  I suck hard on it.  I
flick my tongue around on it.  I even nibble it a little.  It takes less
than two minutes for Ray to start cumming.  He holds me so tight that I can
barely breathe.  I also feel his dick swell even bigger and become as hard
as steel.  Next I feel him shooting deep inside me.

   "Ray's breeding your hole."

   I'm light headed from the lack of oxygen and I'm not sure if it is Ray
that says this or if it is Janice.

   Ray keeps jabbing my hole for almost a full minute before he comes to a
rest.  I keep sucking his nipple for another half minute before I realize I
can stop now.

   I expect Ray to push me off him in disgust or something.  However, he
holds me tight and runs one of his hands up and down my back.  For some
weird reason I feel the need to be held right now.  His hug makes me feel
all yummy inside.  Yet, at the same time I feel pretty disgusted by our
sweaty bodies sliding against each other and the feel of his sperm sloshing
around in my bowels.

   There is an awkward silence in the room as we lay there.  It's about 2
minutes before his dick gets soft.  I feel him reach over and grab
something off the nightstand.  As his dick slides out of my hole I feel my
plug being put in its place.

   "Ugh!" I grunt as the large plug pops in place.

   The thought of having Ray's sperm corked inside me makes my skin crawl.
It's at least an hour until I do my morning enema.  By then my body will
have soaked up most of the black man's sperm.  As bad as that thought is,
my mind is worried more about what Ray might want me to do next.  If you
make a mess then you clean it.  If this was official training then my
trainers would have me licking Ray's dick clean right now.

   Thankfully, Ray doesn't make me do this.  Instead, he slides out of bed
and goes into the bathroom.  A moment later I hear him running a bath.

   "Come in here sugar," he orders.

   I reluctantly climb out of bed and enter the bathroom.  I freeze when I
see Ray standing in front of the toilet.  I immediately assume he wants to
use me as a toilet.  However, he just starts pissing in the toilet bowl.  I
continue to stare at Ray as I breathe a sigh of relief.  He doesn't have
that pro body building ripped look but his sweaty glistening body still
looks like it belongs to a Greek God or something.  I can only imagine how
many hours he spends in the gym lifting weights.

   Ray's piss comes out in a thick strong stream.  He was courteous and
lifted the toilet seat beforehand, however, I can still see piss splashing
out of the bowl.  I kept close watch so I know what to clean later.  I
guess I should be upset that he is making such a mess, but I'm not.  Not
really.  I'm more than happy to clean up after him if it means not having
to drink his piss.  I've gotten pretty good at being a toilet but I doubt I
could have handled Ray's thick stream.  And damn there was a lot of it
also. His piss seemed to go on forever.

   "I might let you drink it next time," Ray tells me.

   I come out of my trance and look up at his face just in time to catch
him giving me a wink and a smile.  I blush profusely.  I can't believe he
caught me staring like that.  He clearly misread my stare.  I want to
explain but I'm too embarrassed to say anything.  Hopefully, he will forget
the incident by the next time he "visits".  If he doesn't then I can always
explain then.

   Ray flushes and then walks over to the tub and climbs in.  He turns the
water off and then waves me over.  I reluctantly climb into the tub with
him.  It's a big tub but it suddenly seems much smaller with Ray sitting in
it.  I don't get my own space in it like when Danielle and I shared it.  I
try sitting down near Ray's feet but he grabs my waist and easily pulls me
up until I'm sitting in his lap.  Thankfully, he allows me to sit with my
back to him.  At least this way I don't have to look him in the eye.

   "Mmm," I moan in pleasure as his strong hands start washing me.

   I blush the second I let the moan out.  I can't believe I did that! 
Sure, it felt good but the last thing I want is for him to think I'm
enjoying myself.  I bite my lower lip to help keep from moaning further.

   It only takes Ray's large hands a couple minutes to fully scrub me down.
He then hands me a bar of soap and a pink bath scrub.  I start with his
legs since they are right in front of me.  I take my time but I'm not sure
why.  I know I'm going to have to do the rest of his body eventually
anyway.

   I spend at least 2 minutes on his legs and then bashfully turn so I can
face him.  I blush as I reach out and start scrubbing his chest, shoulders
and arms.  I make sure I clean his underarms extra good just in case he
decides to make me lick them again.  My blush deepens when I look down and
see his semi hard dick sticking up out of the water.  His dick gets real
hard as I wash it and his large balls.

   I quickly go from cleaning his dick to masturbating him.  I don't want
to do it but I assume he will fuck my ass again if I don't.  He lets me
play with his cock for a couple minutes before he stops me.

   "You're a horny little slut aren't you?" Ray giggles as he pulls my
hands away from his cock and balls.  "We don't have time to do it again
today.  Don't worry; you will be surprised how often I'll be able to sneak
in here and breed you."

   This comment of course makes me blush further.  I also swallow hard at
the thought of Ray breeding me on a regular basis.  I kind of figured this
would be the case, but it still catches me off guard when I hear him
actually say it.

   As I dry Ray off I can't help but stare at his semi hard dick.  I just
can't believe that huge thing was inside me.  It just doesn't seem possible
that something that big could ever fit in me.  I mean, my ass was virgin
just a few weeks ago.

   Ray takes his time dressing.  Thankfully, all I have to do is hand him
his items.  I don't bother dressing myself.  My normal wake up time is in
about 30 minutes.  I would just have to undress at that time anyway so I
can take my morning enema.  I also plan to take another bath.  I still feel
dirty.  I think part of the reason is because I shared the last bath with
Ray.  I think the main reason is because I still have his cum plugged
inside me.  Now that I think about it I think I will do my morning enema
the second Ray leaves the room.

   Before leaving, Ray walks over to me and gives me a hug and a kiss.  I
return the kiss without thinking.  I'm still disgusted by it but it seems
trivial compared to what we just did.

   "The turkey dinner belongs to your dad," Ray whispers as he hugs me. 
"The needles belong to the Dean.  That one isn't as bad as it looks.  He
will just pierce your ears if you select that one.  They will eventually do
that to you anyway.  Of course, he might want to do something sexual with
you also."

   I can't help but smile a little as Ray backs away.  Maybe I have an ally
after all.  I had planned to select the turkey dinner.  Ray just saved me
from a very awkward and embarrassing session with my father.  The
information about the needles is pretty valuable also.  From the sounds of
it I have nothing to lose by selecting that one.  They will pierce my ears
anyway and it's not like the Dean won't breed me anyway.  Still, do I
really want to accelerate that process just for a small gift?

   Ray stares at me for a moment like he is debating something in his head.
He then leans back in and gives me another passionate kiss.

   "Select the leather paddle that has the word `SLUT' on it," he whispers.
"You won't enjoy it but you might discover why you are really in here."

   I'm a bit stunned when I hear this.  The Dean already confessed that he
was the reason I was in here.  Did he lie or possibly exaggerate?  I
wouldn't put it past the asshole.  However, if he isn't the reason then
what is?  Ray turns and leaves before I can ask any follow up questions. 
As a minimum it would be nice to at least know who that paddle belongs too.

   It takes me a couple moments to get over the shock of this new
information.  Once I can think straight again, I go to the tree and look at
the leather paddle.  The card attached to it just says "Jawbreakers 2013".
I like jawbreakers but hadn't planned to select this item.  Jawbreakers
just aren't worth a spanking.  Plus, there is no way I want to select an
item with the word "SLUT" written on it.

   I reread the card a few times hoping the number might suddenly take on
more meaning.  It doesn't.  I'm tempted to use the phone in my room to try
the number.  However, I'm too scared.  You would think I would have the
balls to at least pick up the receiver to see if the line is active.  Plus,
maybe try my 10-digit code to make sure they have actually deactivated it.
However, I've been deathly afraid of even looking sideways at that phone.

   In my defense, the phone does seem an obvious trap.  Besides, even if I
could make a call there isn't anyone I can trust.  Even the cops in this
town can't be trusted when it comes to this school.  If they could then the
school probably would have been shut down years ago.

   I finally put the paddle back on the tree and sit down on my bed.  I
just sit there and watch the tree lights blink on and off.  I want to give
Ray's new information some serious thought.  However, there just isn't
enough data.  Instead, I end up just spacing out as I watch the hypnotic
tree lights.  I don't break out of my trance until my clock radio goes off.

   23.

   It doesn't take long for me to figure out why Ray was so bold this
morning.  After going through my morning routine I turn on the TV only to
find my first classroom is empty.  I wait another 15 minutes before I'm
certain there is no school today.

   I'm a bit confused.  I don't remember my sisters ever getting any days
off from school.  Trust me; I teased them enough about it.  It was one of
the few things I had over my older sisters.  They got to brag about their
great grades and future hopes and stuff.  However, every holiday I got to
tell them about all the fun I had on my day off.  It was even better around
Christmas when I would get several days off in a row.

   If they aren't here though then where are they?  Wait... of course...
mentors!  Geese, no wonder my sisters always got so pissed when I teased
them about this.  While I was having fun with friends they were spending
time with their mentors probably getting sex related training and stuff.

   My father was always gone on these days also.  I would bet money he
spent these days at Victor's house.  It certainly would explain some of the
stories they told me once I started working here.  How they would take
students to Victor's place sometimes and make them play together.  How they
would sometimes even have the kids suck their dicks while they watched
football and stuff.  They even sometimes referenced holidays.  I just never
put it all together until now.

   I flip through the channels and discover the school isn't as dead today
as I thought.  One of my class channels is a feed from the indoor
basketball court.  While it is a basketball court I have never actually
seen anyone playing basketball on it; not even when I was janitor.  They
would sometimes do exercises on it but mostly it was used for sex training.
This training varied greatly.  Sometimes you would see 2 or 3 class rooms
full of kids there all paired up in groups of two to four.

   What I see there now is a little different than normal.  There were at
least 40 kids but only one teacher.  While this is right about the correct
number of kids, there were almost always 3 or 4 teachers present.  Most of
my attention, however, goes to the girls themselves.  They are all naked
and in one big circle.  They are all watching about five girls who are
having sex with each other on some mats in the middle of the circle.  I've
seen this exercise before and it's one of my favorites.

   The girls take turns entering the little orgy in the center of the
circle.  The first time I seen this I thought it was all random as to when
a girl would enter or exit the circle.  The number in the middle even
seemed random.  Sometimes there would be as few as 2 or 3 and other times
as many as 20 or more.  My dad later explained to me that it was anything
but random.  Every girl at the school wears the same type of wrist watch.
They look like simple digital watches but apparently they have a few
special features.  One of those features is that it can be used kind of
like a beeper.  Only they normally vibrate and not actually make beeping
noises.  Apparently, when they participate in this auditorium exercise a
computer sends signals to this or that watch to let the girls know when to
enter and exit the circle.  How often they have to enter and how long they
have to stay in the center is of course decided by their grades and other
evaluations kept in the computer database.  The worse they are doing in the
school the more often the computer selects them for the center.

   That is interesting and all.  However, I mainly just liked watching them
play with each other.  Though, I have to admit that it did add a bit of
excitement knowing this is a kind of punishment for the girls and that they
didn't know exactly when their time to enter would occur.  Sometimes I
would focus on this or that girl as she stood there waiting for her watch
to go off.  They always looked very distressed as they waited there.  You
knew the second their watch went off because they would swallow hard and
blush.

   As I watch my TV I notice extra girls entering the gymnasium from time
to time.  Once they enter they approach the teacher who then types
something into his laptop.  The newcomers then then join the other girls. I
watch this channel for over an hour.  During that time I see several more
girls enter and "check in".  It is around the one hour mark that I also
notice a few girls do the opposite.  They approach the teacher and have him
type something into the computer.  Then they leave.  It dawns on me that
I'm watching some kind of perverted child care system.

   They come to the gymnasium until their mentor is ready for them.  They
then go out front at a specified time or possibly after getting a page from
their mentor.  Their mentor then picks them up and takes them somewhere
private for their special training session.  It is just a guess on my part
but it does make sense.  There were a ton of kids and only so many
teachers. Not all of the teachers probably have room in their houses for
all the kids they mentor.  So, they rotate them in and out like this.

   I keep an eye out for my sisters but they don't show up.  It's possible
they might arrive later in the day.  I turn the TV off though.  It's not
that I find it boring or don't want to watch.  It's just that it is too
damn frustrating with this cock cage on and all.  The frustration becomes
overwhelming and I start to get way too tempted to grab the special
screwdriver and remove my cage.

   Instead, I grab my text books and study.  Believe it or not, I actually
wish I had classes today.  Reading the books just isn't the same without
the lectures to go along with them.  Just sitting around and doing nothing,
however, would be too boring.  Plus, there is a chance I would get in
trouble if I just laid around all day.

   It's about 9 a.m.  before I start to get hungry.  God, I haven't eaten
anything all week!  I don't know why I hadn't noticed this until just now.
For a moment I'm scared I might be deathly ill.  Then I realize why I
haven't been hungry.  It's because I've been eating cum!  With all those
visits to my door I've probably eaten more "food" this week than I normally
do.

   I open my fridge and find it just as empty as the last time I looked.  I
kind of hoped some food fairies might have restocked it while I slept or
something.

   For a moment I think about the turkey dinner card on my Christmas tree.
If Ray is correct then that card belongs to my dad.  The card is attached
to a round paddle.  Does that mean my dad would just paddle my butt a
little in exchange for the dinner?  It is very tempting to select it. 
However, I remind myself that they will expect him to treat me like any
other "student".  That means he would probably have to do something a
little more sexual in addition to the spanking.

   I try to convince myself that the dinner is worth sucking my dad off or
possibly do some other sexual act with him.  It's not like I haven't
already sucked him off.  Plus, I'll no doubt have to have sex with my dad
again in the future anyway.  Still, I just can't get myself to give in. 
Instead, I grab my food and water bowls.  I fill one with bottled water and
the other with dog food.

   Dog food is a lot easier to eat when you are starving.  I'm not quite
there yet.  However, I'm scared that if I wait a couple more hours I might
convince myself to go for the turkey dinner.

   In the past, I always felt embarrassed and humiliated when I ate from my
feed bowls.  That is because I was pretty certain I was being watched. 
Today, however, there has been no indication anyone might be watching.  In
fact, Ray's actions this morning kind of indicate the opposite.  Though, he
did whisper to me which seemed a bit odd if he felt we were alone.  I feel
a little silly but I eat on the floor like normal just in case.  I even
make sure I don't use my hands during the process.

   I'm not sure why, but I start crying mid-way through my meal.  It just
seems to come from nowhere.  Sure, I'm ashamed and stuff but that's nothing
new.  I just chalk it up to the estrogen doing its thing.  Of course,
thinking about the estrogen gives me more reason to cry and the tears begin
to really rain down into my food dish.  Man, I wish I had classes today. 
When I watch my classes I seldom have time to think about this depressing
shit.

   Speaking of depressing... where's my newspaper?  I stand for a moment so
I can look around for it.  I even go to my door to see if it is laying
there.  That fucker didn't bring me a paper today!  I look in the trash can
for yesterday's paper but the can has already been emptied.

   "This day sucks," I mumble as I kneel back down on the concrete floor so
I can finish my breakfast/brunch.

   The next couple hours are just as boring as the first few.  It's so
boring that I actually start to look forward to my lunchtime exercises.  I
get a knot in my stomach, however, when the time actually arrives.  It's
time to make a final decision on what items, if any, I plan to take with me
from the Christmas tree.

   I blush as I grab the needles and the "SLUT" paddle.  My blush deepens a
minute later when I'm placing the two items on the couch.  It isn't until
then that I realize exactly how my decisions must look to my trainers;
especially if they weren't listening in when Ray told me about the items.
All they see is me selecting needles and a paddle which would imply I'm
into pain or something.

   My exercises go pretty well.  I still have to do 12 jumping jacks but
they don't hurt my balls that much.  With all my recent milkings, my balls
haven't been hurting that much.  Plus, I think my nuts are starting to get
used to my weight.  That said, it is still far from being pleasurable.

   I take an extra-long bath after my workout.  It is the closest thing to
defiance I've shown in days.  However, I figure "fuck them".  They have me
sitting around doing nothing all day anyway.  Plus, that warm bubble bath
feels so damn sublime.  I think I get a little too relaxed because at one
point I find myself playing with my nipples.  When I realize what I'm doing
I blush and quickly pull my hands away.  I'm more confused than ashamed. 
They are normally so sensitive.  They still are but it almost felt good
playing with them while they were warmed by the water.

   The little incident does make me study my nipples a little closer.  It
could be my imagination but my areolas seem a little puffier than they
should be.  I tell myself that it is just the warm water.  However, deep
down I know it is probably more than that.  The estrogen is probably
starting to kick in.  I've spied on my sisters enough to know how it works.
First the areola gets puffy.  Then the chest itself starts to get fattier
and kind of cone shaped.  The next thing I know I will have breasts just
like Danielle.  This thought gives me a mix of conflicting emotions.  I'm
mostly scared and disgusted at the thought, but there is also a small part
of me that seems... I don't know... kind of excited about it I guess. 
Don't read that the wrong way.  I still don't want boobies... I really
don't.  However, a part of me looks forward to telling Danielle about this
recent development.  It is kind of like Danielle and I will have something
else in common... if that makes any sense.

   Thinking of Danielle makes me wonder what she is doing today.  The Dean
is her mentor so it is possible Danielle is servicing his huge dick right
now.  This thought upsets me.  I get even more upset when I realize
Danielle might actually be spending the day with her asshole of a
boyfriend.

   Thinking of Danielle and her boyfriend ruins the mood of my bath.  I
start the tub draining and pull myself from the warm water and yummy
bubbles.

   Seriously, what does she see in this Edward guy anyway?  Okay, according
to Danielle he is good looking, big and manly and has a huge dick.  I can
see why she would want him as a fuck buddy or maybe even a boyfriend. 
However, Danielle talked like she wanted to marry the guy.  I just don't
see her being happy married to someone like that.  He's too much like her
father.

   This last thought concerns me.  I've heard how girls often marry men
that remind them of their fathers.  Danielle certainly thinks of herself as
a girl.  Hell, for the past few minutes I was even thinking of him as one.

   Grrr!  Why is Danielle not in my room with me anyway?!  If there is no
school today then technically this is an extended weekend and Danielle is
supposed to be spending her weekends in here with me... not out frolicking
around with some asshole.

   I'm so angry that I decide to act out a little and not to put my school
uniform back on.  Instead, I put on my new yellow dress that Drew got me.

   The second half of the day goes just as slow as the first.  I even fall
asleep a couple times while reading my text books.  No one comes in to wake
me which tells me I'm probably not being watched.  I guess it is equally
possible they are watching but just don't care since it is kind of a day
off for me.

   Knock!  Knock!  Knock!

   I almost jump out of my skin when I hear someone knock on my door.  I
sit there stunned for a moment.  I then rush to the door and kneel down.  I
now wish I wasn't wearing my new dress.  I don't want to get cum stains on
it.  Plus, I always lift my skirt up so that my visitors can hear my cock
cage rub against the door.  That's easy to do with my school uniform's
short skirt.  However, it is a pain in the ass with this long yellow dress.
I do it anyway just in case.  As I bunch it up around my waist I cringe at
the thought of all the wrinkles I'm creating in it.

   The Dean's huge dick comes through the hole the second my cock cage taps
against the door.  I do a double take when I see his cock.  On top of the
head of his dick are three tiny little scoops of ice cream.  Each scoop is
a different color and about a quarter inch across.  When I look closer I
see two tiny slivers of what I'm guessing are banana.  And of course the
whole thing has a little chocolate syrup and whipped cream on top. 
Apparently, this is my banana split.  I'm sure he finds this very funny but
I sure as hell don't.

   I kick myself for selecting his item.  I should have guessed he would do
something mean like this.

   The ice cream is slowly melting on the end of his dick.  I see it
starting to slide so I quickly put my mouth over it and suck it inside.  I
figure there is no reason to let it go to waste.  To my surprise, it
actually tastes good.  I swallow it down.  The flavor slowly disappears and
I'm left with just the taste of the Dean's manly dick.  At least his dick
seems rather clean today.

   I barely get started on his dick when it withdraws from the hole.  A
second later the door opens; pushing me back on my rump.  I grunt as I land
on my plug.

   I crawl backward in fear as he enters the room.  Did I do something
wrong?  Did he find out about Ray?  Did he find out about my escape
attempt?

   I look up at his face and see no anger there.  This relaxes me some but
I'm still a little worried.  It would be just like the Dean to try to catch
me off guard.  Try to make me think everything is okay and then suddenly go
off on me.

   I reach a wall and can't back up any more.  I close my eyes tight and
wait for the worst.  He walks on past me though.  I open my eyes and watch
as he goes to the edge of my bed and begins to undress.

   I'm a bit confused.  Is this training?  Is this punishment?  Or is this
just part of his "gift"?  Okay, I guess everything in here is considered
"training".  However, it would be nice to know what subcategory I'm about
to experience.

   I cautiously stand and start taking my pretty new dress off.  The Dean
hasn't indicated that I need to get naked.  Nor do I want to seem too
eager. However, I doubt my dress will fair very well if I keep it on.  I
cringe when I remove it and notice a few marks on it from the concrete
floor.  I will have to try to wash that out later.  It's a little wrinkly
now and needed a good wash anyway.  It's a light yellow cotton material so
I'm thinking warm water with no fabric softener.  I hope it has a cleaning
tag though so I can make sure.  I would hate to ruin it.

   I glance back over at the Dean and see him watching me with a smile.  I
blush and quickly avert my eyes.  I have my dress off but I'm sure he will
want my plug out also.  If he was here for just a blowjob then he wouldn't
be getting naked.  I make no attempt to remove the plug.  If he wants me to
take it out then he is going to have to order me to do it.  Instead, I just
stare at the ground and pray that my assumptions are wrong.

   I look back up a half minute later when I hear the Dean crawl into my
bed.  He looks over at me and I look away again.  This time I focus on the
mess of clothes he left on the floor.  Before he can order me into the bed
I walk over and start picking his clothes up.  It's the only thing I can
think of to help delay the inevitable.  Plus, the mess bothered me for some
reason; which is odd considering how messy I've always been in the past.

   I take my time as I neatly fold each item and put it on the nightstand.
I even fold his socks and underwear.  He waits patiently, but eventually I
run out of items.  I get a knot in my stomach as I lay the final piece of
clothing down.

   "Where's Danielle, sir?" I ask, hoping I can sidetrack his plans a
little longer.  "Is she with her fiancé?"

   "Her what?" the Dean replies in confusion.

   Pay dirt!  He's biting.

   "Isn't she engaged to some guy named Edward?" I say.

   I feel kind of bad for selling Danielle out like this.  She never said
she was engaged.  In fact, she only said she was thinking of asking her
father if she could get engaged to Edward.  That means the Dean is probably
unaware of how serious the relationship might be.

   I know it is a pretty shitty thing for me to do.  However, it does have
the potential of killing two birds with one stone.  It could ruin
Danielle's relationship with Edward, but more importantly, this information
might upset the Dean enough that he gets dressed and leaves so he can
confront Danielle.  Danielle of course will be pissed at me.  I'll just
play it off as though I misunderstood what she said.  She will forgive me
and we will become closer than ever.  Plus, they claim makeup sex is always
the best.  Wait, what am I saying?!

   My train of thought is interrupted by a loud chuckle from the Dean.

   "I wish I had a dime for every guy she falls in love with," the Dean
replies as he pats the bed next to him.  "She's daddy's girl and always
will be.  I've already bought the house next door so she will have a place
to live once she gets old enough."

   I slowly crawl into bed and sit at the spot the Dean patted.  As I do so
I notice him holding a small jar in his left hand.  The jar is clear and I
can see the two needles floating around in a transparent fluid.  I'm
guessing it is alcohol to help sterilize them.

   "I'll marry her off but it won't be to some jerk like Ed," the Dean
continues.  "Most likely it will be to another girl that daddy can play
with."

   As he says this last part the Dean leans in and gives me a kiss on the
forehead.  It takes me a moment but it dawns on me that he isn't talking
about an actual girl.  He's talking about matching Danielle up with another
sissy... like me.

   The thought of being married to Danielle makes my heart flutter and I
can't help but give the Dean a small smile.  The smile quickly disappears,
however, when I realize exactly what this would mean.  I know I keep
thinking of Danielle as a girl but she isn't.  She's a guy!  I don't want
to be married to a guy; especially one whose father would share our
marriage bed.

   Sure, I hate the idea of Danielle hooking up with some other guy. 
However, that doesn't mean I want to hook up with her.  I tell myself this
but I'm not totally convinced it is true.  I really enjoy my time with
Danielle.  I can easily see us sharing a house together.  In fact I think
it would be awesome.  However, it's the sharing the bed part that bothers
me.  We are both... well, guys.  It's wrong... right?  Don't get me wrong,
Danielle definitely knows how to please a guy.  Plus, if I had to choose a
guy to have sex with I would pick Danielle in a heartbeat.  Her cock is the
perfect size and her cum tastes so sweet.  Having sex with a guy though is
just wrong... despite what Janice keeps whispering to me.

   "Why did you pick the needles?" the Dean asks as he gives the small
bottle a shake.

   I swallow hard as I hear the needles click around inside the bottle.  I
figured the Dean would make assumptions about my selection but I never
expected him to come straight out and ask me about it.

   "I...I don't know," I reply.  "I just like ice cream."

   It is true.  I do like ice cream.  Not enough to be poked with needles
though.

   "Aren't you scared I might want to poke these into your balls?" he says
with an evil smile.

   This was a legit question.  This definitely came to mind the first time
I seen them.

   "Not really," I lie.  "It's a Christmas present so I guessed they were
for something other than poking my balls.  Poking my balls with them seems
too much like a severe punishment.  If you are going to severely punish me
for doing nothing wrong then what would be my motivation to behave?"

   Don't ask me where that logic came from.  I didn't even know what I was
going to say until after I had already said it.  I analyze it afterward and
am surprised at how much sense it actually makes.  Maybe I'll make a good
Humbled Girl after all.

   "Good point," the Dean says with a chuckle.  "You are forgetting one
thing though.  That's the fear you would have of me doing it again if you
were a bad girl."

   I swallow hard.  I hadn't thought of that.  If he used them on me then I
would know for sure how much they hurt and my fear of them would probably
be doubled.  The Dean stares at me until I become convinced he is actually
going to poke my nuts with them.  I do a horrible job of hiding my fear and
it isn't long before I feel a tear run down my cheek.

   "Don't worry," the Dean says with a chuckle.  "As long as you are a good
girl I promise I won't ever pierce your nuts."

   The Dean sounds sincere but I'm far from relieved.  There are still
plenty of spots on my body he could use the needles on.  Plus, his
statement makes it clear that my nuts aren't completely off the menu.  It
just means he will probably give me increasingly disgusting and horrible
demands down the road until I'm a bad girl and refuse.

   "Thank you, sir," I whisper.

   "No problem," he replies with a smile.  "Now why don't you get down
there and lick my asshole a little for me."

   I stare at him in shock as he rolls over on his stomach.  I knew he
would eventually find something I would refuse to obey but I didn't think
it would happen this soon.  I can't lick the Dean's asshole... I won't! 
However, the Dean gives the bottle a small shake and I find myself crawling
down the bed.

   Normally, I would think the Dean is bluffing.  However, my stupid mouth
has kind of backed him into a corner.  If he backed out of this threat it
would just prove I was right about what I said earlier.  There is no way
the Dean could allow that.  It would give away too much of his power over
me.  I'm obviously no genius but even I can see that.

   As I position myself at his rear, the Dean raises himself up just long
enough to stuff a large pillow below his hips.  This raises his butt a
little higher in the air.  I still have to use my hands though to reach in
and pry his cheeks apart.  I feel ill as his asshole comes into view.  I've
eaten ass three times now but this is much worse... it's the Dean.  That
said, it does look surprisingly clean.

   I still have to close my eyes for a moment so I can settle my stomach.
When I open them back up the Dean's asshole is still winking at me.

   I can't do this... I just can't!  Yet, I'm shocked to find my face
slowly inching toward the Dean's buttocks.  I feel almost like I'm watching
everything from outside my body.  It takes me a second to realize that
Janice has taken control.

   "No...no...no!" the voice in my head screams at Janice.

   Janice doesn't listen; she just keeps lowering my head until my lips
come into contact with the Dean's asshole.  If that isn't bad enough, she
puckers my lips and gives the Dean's hole a loud smooch!  I blush
profusely. Why did she have to do that?!  What will the Dean think?!

   "Mmm," the Dean moans in pleasure as Janice sticks my tongue out and
starts licking.  "Such a good girl."

   Janice might be controlling my body but she hasn't blocked me out
completely.  She leaves me in charge of all the signals coming from my
tongue and nose.  I can smell the Dean's manly scent and I can taste him as
well.  I can even feel my tongue rub back and forth across his hole.  I try
to block these signals but Janice won't let me.

   It frightens me how strong Janice has become.  I can only blame myself.
It is I that gave her life and it is I that kept relinquishing control over
to her.  However, I only gave her that control so she could carry my burden
for me.  She wasn't supposed to use it as an opportunity to build power and
take over.  Yet, I fear it won't be long before she does just that... if
she hasn't already.  I would actually be fine with that if she would just
let me hide in my dark corner.  I would gladly stay there forever and let
her run the show.  However, she isn't happy with just that.  She wants me
to not only experience everything but even forces me to take on all the
nasty duties.  It's like she is dragging me around on a mental leash and
making me do all her crap chores.  Where did everything go wrong?  It was
supposed to be her on the leash, not I.

   The Dean's asshole might smell manly but it tastes very similar to
Casey's did.  I try to pretend that it is Casey's hole I'm eating but it
doesn't work.  I keep trying to pull away from the Dean's asshole but
Janice has too strong of a grip on my leash.

   I swear I can hear Janice laughing in the background as I try to wrap my
mind around the fact that I'm rimming the Dean's asshole.  Janice has me
harden my tongue and poke it deep into the Dean's hole and wiggle it around
for 10 seconds.  She then pulls my tongue out and makes me lick across it
10 times.  Then my tongue hardens and goes back inside again.  She repeats
this cycle over and over again.  The rhythmic sensations across my tongue
become almost hypnotic.

   As I bury my tongue in the Dean's asshole for the 10th time I suddenly
realize that Janice is gone and I'm actually in charge again.  When I go to
pull away, however, Janice is there to hold me in place.  This seems to be
a recurring game of hers.  She isn't content with just making me endure all
of this.  She wants me to be an active participant as well.

   Janice forces me back into the rhythm.  Sure enough, about a minute
later I find it is me in control again.  This time I don't try to pull
away. What's the point?  This way I at least feel a little bit in control.
You have no idea what it feels like when Janice takes over like that.  To
lose all control over my body, yet still be aware of everything going on...
it's very scary.  When I was in grade school I got in a fight once with an
older boy.  He was much bigger than I was and easily overpowered me.  I was
lucky that he didn't bash my face in.  However, he did sit on my chest and
pin my arms under his legs.  I could barely breathe and felt so scared and
helpless.  That's kind of how I feel whenever Janice grabs my leash and
starts manhandling me.  It's a very horrible feeling.

   "Good girl."

   At first I think it is Janice telling me this but then I realize it is
the Dean.

   "We would have done this a long time ago had I known you were going to
be so good at it," the Dean tells me.  "Most students require several
whippings before they get this good.  I will have to tell your daddy about
your special little talent.  Maybe he will want to take your tongue for a
test drive as well."

   I feel my face burning with embarrassment.  I also feel very hopeless.
If I do a bad job then I risk punishments.  If I do a good job then
everyone finds out how good I am at it.  There just isn't any winning.

   That said, I know the path of least resistance is still my best option.
At least this way I'm only hurt mentally and not physically as well. 
Still, the thought of my father hearing about this makes me feel ill.  I
know the Dean will blow it all out of proportion also.  Please Dean, don't
tell daddy about this!

   I want to back out or at least reduce the quality of my performance. 
However, even if Janice would let me do this I know the Dean wouldn't.  He
now knows how good I am at this and isn't going to accept anything less. 
My only hope now is that if I get an A+ in this that they might not make me
practice it that often.  It's pretty weak but at least there is a spark of
hope in the thought.

   As I pull my tongue from the Dean's hole and start licking it again, I
suddenly realize that the flavor is similar to Casey but not as strong. 
Did the Dean wash his hole before coming here?  Is it possible he likes me
more than he lets on?  For a moment the thought makes me feel kind of yummy
inside.  I tell myself that this is no reason to get sweet on the guy. 
He's still an ass.  For goodness sake, just look at what he is making me
do! Yet, for the Dean this gesture is almost like bringing me a dozen
roses.

   The yummy feeling quickly disappears when I taste a small hint of
cherry. I would know the taste of Danielle's lip gloss anywhere.  If I
looked at his asshole close enough I bet you I would find small lipstick
marks also.  It wasn't the Dean that cleaned his asshole, it was Danielle.
This seems more characteristic of the Dean.  Make Danielle rim his asshole
and then come in here and have me do it as well so he can compare the two
of us.

   My very short-lived love for the Dean might be gone but I don't feel as
bad as I did earlier.  Knowing Danielle licked the Dean's asshole earlier
helps put this task in perspective.  It's still a horrible task but at
least I'm not related to him like Danielle is.  I can only imagine how
horrible the task must be for Danielle.

   There is more to it than just that.  Knowing Danielle licked this same
asshole earlier almost makes it feel like she/he is here right now with me;
like we are somehow sharing a secret bond.  Granted, that bond is currently
through the Dean's asshole.

   I work the Dean's asshole for at least 10 minutes before he turns over.
By this point my brain is dizzy and numb from the humiliation that I
actually chase his hole with my mouth and tongue as it moves away.  It
isn't until my head hits the mattress that I realize what I'm doing and
back away from his hole.  My blush deepens and I pray the Dean didn't
notice what I just did.

   As my mind settles back down I start to feel ill again.  I tongued the
Dean's asshole!  This is all I've been thinking about for the past 10
minutes, yet it isn't until now that my brain has time to really let it
sink in.  A few tears run down my cheeks.  I don't want to give the Dean
the satisfaction of knowing he made me cry again so I force myself to stop.
I rub the tears away with the side of my hand before the Dean can see them.

   As the Dean settles back I get a good view of his cock again.  The thing
looks absolutely massive.  It was just this morning that Ray was laying in
almost this exact position on my bed.  At the time, I thought Ray's dick
was much bigger than the Dean's.  I'm not so sure now.  The Dean's dick
looks awfully menacing.

   "Time to play horsey," the Dean says with a smile.

   This is very similar to something Ray told me this morning.  I swallow
hard at the knowledge that the Dean might have been watching us after all.
However, I then remember how legitimately curious the Dean seemed to be
about why I picked the needles.  Yet, Ray did whisper it.  I try my best
not to think about it.  There just isn't enough information to know for
sure one way or the other.

   "Mmph!" I grunt as I reach back and pull my plug out.

   My blush deepens as I bring the plug to my lips and lick it off.  On the
bright side, it at least tastes cleaner than both Casey and the Dean's
assholes did.  I want to delay what is coming next but it is too
embarrassing to linger on the plug.  So, I lick it clean as quickly as
possible.  I do, however, take my time putting the plug on a shelf.  The
nightstand has all of the Dean's stuff on it so I use it as an excuse to
get out of bed and walk the plug to one of the other cabinets. 
Unfortunately, this only buys me an extra 20 seconds or so.  I try to make
each second last as long as possible but they slip through my fingers all
too fast.

   Before I know it I'm crawling back into bed and then straddling the
Dean's tummy.  I expect the Dean to take over but he doesn't.  He just lays
back and watches me.  I reluctantly reach back and grab hold of his huge
cock.  The head is covered with his precum and feels very slimy.  It's
disgusting but I'm thankful for it.  The precum will make the insertion go
much smoother.

   I line his dick up with my hole and slowly push back.  His dick pops
inside much easier than Ray's did; not because it is that much smaller but
because my hole is a lot looser from wearing my plug all day.

   As more of his dick sinks up my asshole I wish I could tell the Dean
about Ray.  Just so the Dean would know I've already had a bigger and
manlier cock up my hole.  I wonder how much this would piss him off.  I
also wonder if it might turn him off knowing a black man's dick was up my
hole just this morning.  Of course, it's possible he knows all of this and
it is the thought of Ray's dick up my hole that is turning him on.

   I keep my mouth shut of course.  Even if the Dean and Ray are working
together doesn't mean I still can't use this to my advantage.  Ray will
still have to do "favors" for me in order to maintain their little game. 
Plus, I can always feed Ray misinformation in order to help get me out of
here sooner.  For example, I can tell him how much I'm starting to like it
here and other bullshit like that.

   With half of the Dean's dick up my hole, it's time to get into hover
mode.  I get my feet under me and then squat there with half of his dick
buried in me.  I'm about to start humping when the Dean does something that
makes me freeze in my tracks; he starts opening the little bottle.

   I can smell the alcohol as the lid comes off and he starts fishing out
one of the needles.  I swallow hard.  I knew this moment would come but I'm
still very scared.  I've heard girls at school talk about what it felt like
to get their ears pierced.  They claimed it didn't hurt that bad.  However,
they also said their earlobes were numbed with ice first.  The Dean clearly
isn't going to use any ice.

   As the Dean displays the needle it suddenly seems much bigger than
before.  It's actually pretty small, but it is still at least 4 times as
thick as a normal sewing needle.  I want to run away but I hold my ground.
I tell myself it will only hurt for a second.  I also imagine how fun it
will be to show my newly pierced ears off to Danielle.

   "I'm going to pierce your ears today," the Dean informs me.

   I try to act surprised.  I'm not sure how convincing I am but I at least
keep from smiling.  I'm starting to like my agreement with Ray more and
more.  It's kind of neat knowing ahead of time what the Dean has planned.
It makes me feel almost like I have some kind of power over him.

   "I want to ring more than just your ears but your father won't have it,"
the Dean informs me.  "However, he never said I couldn't poke a few extra
holes."

   Wait... what?!

   "I was thinking a hole through each nipple and maybe even one through
your cock," he says with an evil smile.  "If you are a good girl though
then I might reconsider."

   Ah, there it is.  He's bluffing in order to get me to humiliate myself
further.  Damn, this inside information really is vital.  The Dean had
sounded very convincing.  I'm pretty sure I would have believed him had I
not known better.  I can't just call his bluff though.

   "I'll be a good girl, sir!  I promise!" I say as convincing as possible.

   "Do good girls like having cock up their ass?" he asks.

   "Yes, sir," I reply, not sure what else to say.

   "Do they like having just half a cock inside them or do they like to
bury all of it deep inside?"

   "All of it, sir?" I ask more than answer.

   Does he really want me to take all of him inside my hole?  Okay, of
course he does.  But does he think I can actually take that much?  I hover
there expecting him to provide me some kind of alternative.  However, he
just silently watches me.

   I lift up until only the head of his dick is inside me.  Then I slowly
sink back down.  It feels so yummy as the head of his dick slides across my
ass clit.  However, a moment later it is pressing against that tender spot
deep inside me.  I press down harder.  I fit an extra inch but it feels too
uncomfortable and I'm forced to lift back up.  I know it can't be done but
I have to at least make it look like I'm trying.  Otherwise he will catch
on that I know he is bluffing.  So, I keep trying over and over to force
more of his dick inside.  At one point I actually get to about the 7.5 inch
mark.  This tells me I might actually be able to fit the remaining 1.5 to 2
inches.  However, it's just so uncomfortable that I decide it is best not
to let the Dean know I can actually take that much.  If he knows I can
handle it then he will expect it from me every time.

   "I want to be a good girl but you are just too big, sir," I say in my
cutest voice as I lift back up.

   The Dean doesn't say anything.  He just leans up and grabs hold of my
left nipple.  He then pulls it out away from my body.  My nipples are
sensitive like usual and his rough treatment makes me feel like I have to
pee or something.  I try to look worried as he brings the needle up against
the side of my areola; like he would actually pierce me there.

   "AHHH!" I scream as the needle slowly pushes inside.

   I hear myself scream like a girl but I'm in so much shock that I feel
like I'm watching and hearing everything from outside my body.  I can still
feel the pain though.  I feel the tip of the needle slowly work its way
through my areola and out the other side.

   Holy shit!  He actually did it!  He stuck the fucking needle all the way
through my tit!

   "Owie!  Owie!  Owie!" I yell as he wiggles the needle.

   The pain of the whole ordeal is so intense that it overloads my senses
and exhausts me mentally.  My eyes roll into the back of my head and for a
moment I even black out.  The Dean gives my face a slap and I quickly
return to the living.

   "I'll be a good girl!  I'll be a good girl!" I hear myself chanting
before I'm even fully awake again.

   The Dean finally lets go of the needle.  The lid is back on the little
bottle and sitting next to him on the bed.  When I see him reach for it
again I quickly get back into my squatting position and sink his dick as
deep as I can.  I hit that sensitive spot around the 6 inch mark.  I bite
my lower lip and press down even harder.  When I hit the 7 inch mark I want
to give up again.  However, I think about where he might stick that next
needed and I try even harder.

   I'm pretty sure I'm around the 8 inch mark when I feel the warmth of his
body just below my buttocks.  I take a few deep breaths and then press even
harder.  Something inside me gives and the last inch quickly sinks inside.

   "I've got the Deans huge dick in my cervix!" the voice in my head says
in both surprise and shock.

   I still don't know what a cervix is but I don't know what else to call
that spot.  However, I make a mental note to look the word up later in my
biology book.  I'm sure it is something I've already been taught in my
other school but wasn't paying attention.

   "Good girl!" the Dean praises as my buttocks press down against his
thighs.  "Don't worry, they say the first time always hurts the most."

   I'm not sure but I think this is the Dean's way of telling me he took
another one of my cherries.  I want to point out to him that Danielle
already managed to get past that sensitive spot.  However, I feel it is
best to let him have his little victory.  Besides, he is technically the
first real man to go past that spot.  Plus, he is much bigger than Danielle
and is in much deeper.

   I go to lift back up but the Dean puts his hand on my hip and holds me
in place.

   "Just sit there a little bit and let it stretch your hole," he
instructs.

   I know he is probably right.  If I pull up now then the next deep stroke
is probably going to be just as hard as the first one was.  If my hole
stretches a little first then maybe it won't be so bad.  Still, that
throbbing deep inside makes me want to pull off.  I keep taking deep
breaths in order to help fight off the urge.

   There is an awkward silence as I squat there with his dick all the way
up my ass.  I blush and do my best not to look him in the eye.  Time seems
to pass very slowly as I sit there.  Five long minutes go by before I
realize the discomfort inside me has all but vanished.  To verify this I
lift myself up a half inch and then drop back down.

   There is still a tiny bit of discomfort.  However, it is mixed in with
this weird sick kind of thrill.  Danielle fucked my ass pretty good but I
know that is going to pale in comparison to what is about to happen.  God!
I still can't believe I have all of the Dean's huge cock up my hole.  This
is going to be so intense once I start fucking it.  Just the thought of it
makes goose bumps pop up all over my body.  I also give his huge log
another small thrust.

   I bite my lower lip and force myself to look into the Dean's eyes.  The
smile on his face and the look in his eyes tells me he knows what I'm
thinking; or at least what I'm feeling.  I'm still disgusted at the thought
of fucking him, but he knows that my ass pussy is starting to betray me. 
He knows I'm getting an itch deep inside that only his huge dick can
scratch.  Just thinking about it makes me give his dick another small hump.

   "Hold still!" the voice in my head yells.

   I hear Janice laughing in the background at my predicament.  I would
like to blame the humps on her but I know she has nothing to do with it. 
I've had the controls for several minutes now.  She is just sitting back
there with a bucket of popcorn and watching the show.

   "You want to fuck that dick don't you?" the Dean says with a chuckle. 
"Ask nicely and daddy might let you bounce on it a little."

   The comment embarrasses me.  It also angers me that he can read me so
well.  I'm at such a major disadvantage.  Who knows how many little boys
the Dean has gotten his dick into?  I'm sure he has seen many of them react
just the same as I.

   There is no way I'm going to beg for my ass to be bred.  Sure, my hole
is craving it a little.  However, anal sex with a guy is so gross.  Plus,
I've never had anything this deep before and I'm kind of scared it might be
too intense.  Yet, I can just imagine how good that anal climax might be
while I bounce up and down on the Dean's manly dick.  Just thinking about
it makes me give his dick another hump.

   The hump sends sparks throughout my body.  I go to give a much bigger
hump but the Dean's hands are holding me down.  I look at him in confusion.
Isn't this what he wants?  Of course it is.  However, he wants something
else as well.  He wants me to beg and humiliate myself also.  I'm not sure
how much more humiliation my mind can handle.  I know I have no choice
though.  He will tease my hole; punish me with the needles; or possibly a
dozen other things until I give in.

   "C...can I... can I ride your dick, sir?" I beg as I start crying.

   If this isn't humiliating enough, the fucker actually lays there and
pretends to be thinking about his answer; like he's not sure I've earned it
or not!

   "Please sir, I promise I will be the bestest girl in the whole world."

   You have no idea how hard it is for me to swallow my pride and say this.
Not that I have much pride left.  I'm certain this will do the trick.  This
is something I heard Danielle say and I suspect it is a line she often uses
on the Dean.

   I think my suspicions are correct because I feel the Dean's hands let
go. Now all I have to do is get the courage to actually start riding this
bronco.  As it turns out, the bronco gives me no choice.  The gate opens
and it starts bucking underneath me.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" I grunt as the Dean drives his hips up from below.

   The first couple thrusts catch me off guard and I'm thrown several
inches up each time and plummet right back down.  On the third thrust I
tighten my leg muscles so I won't drop.  For some reason I feel this is a
smart move.  After all, if I hold myself up then I won't sink back down on
that huge dick.  I realize my mistake about a half second later when the
Dean drives right back up into me balls deep.  His hips drop and then he
drives up into me.  He does this over and over; only now he is humping
three times faster because he doesn't have to carry my weight with each
thrust.

   SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

   The sound of the Dean's hips slapping into my buttocks echoes throughout
the room.  My weighted balls are hanging down and make first contact during
each slap.  It is uncomfortable but most of my focus is on the sensations
coming from deep inside me; especially those last three or four inches. 
The thrusts are so hard that it feels like he is going much deeper than he
actually is.  And my ass clit... oh, God!  It's like he is a Boy Scout
trying to start a fire by rubbing two sticks together.  My clit is glowing
and feels so yummy as his huge dick slides back and forth across it.

   The Dean is a primitive beast as he brutally humps up into my hole.  I'm
too stunned to work out what I'm supposed to do; so, I just hover there and
let him have his way with me.  I can't believe how different this fuck is
compared to Ray.  Ray's fuck seemed like a lover's embrace compared to
this. And Danielle's fuck... it isn't even in the same ballpark.

   I'm not saying I like the Dean's style more than Ray or Danielle's. 
Okay, maybe part of me does.  However, it is so very intense.  I'm not sure
I would want to be bred like this all the time.  I would miss the intimate
and delicate methods Danielle and Ray seem to prefer.  Wait!  What am I
saying?!  I don't want any of this!

   I hear Janice laughing in the background again as I tell myself this. 
She knows better.  She knows there is a small part of me that enjoys my
anal climaxes a little too much.  I hate to admit it but she is right. 
Even if they let me go home today I'm sure I would continue playing with my
ass clit.  I tell myself I would only do this with my fingers or via small
dildos.  While I might be able to get by with just that, I know there would
always be a part of me that would crave the real thing.  The disgust of
actually seeking the real thing would probably keep me in check.  Yet, I
would always have that sick disgusting desire to feel a real man deep
inside there.  I push the thought out of my head.  Just because it might be
true doesn't mean I should be thinking about it.  Thinking about it just
makes me want to cry.

   My brain is so over flooded with sensations that everything starts
becoming a blur.  I can still focus on this or that but everything else
kind of goes to the side.  Of course, the main thing I focus on is my clit
and that itch deep inside.  I know I'm just digging a deeper hole for
myself by focusing on these things.  However, I'm not about to focus on the
disgust or humiliation.  Besides, I'll have plenty of time to focus on
those once this whole ordeal is over.  I'll no doubt be focusing on them
for days to come.

   The Dean humps up into me like this for at least 3 minutes before he
stops.  This is actually pretty impressive considering the Dean looks to be
in his late 40s if not early 50s.

   "Don't stop now!"

   I don't say it but I can tell the Dean can read it on my face as I stare
down at him.  He just smiles up at me.

   I try to hold my ground but the itch inside me is just too great.  I
blush and avert my eyes from his as I slowly lower myself back down on his
dick.  It feels so delicious that I lift myself back up and pound down real
hard.  I do this several times before I get myself under control.  I get
only 3 slow strokes out though before I lose control and start pounding up
and down again.

   The sensation is almost too wild to explain.  It still kind of hurts
deep in there but it hurts so good.  It's not all discomfort of course; far
from it.  There is an avalanche of pleasure signals as well. 
Unfortunately, most of these are going to my cock which can't do anything
with them since it is still tightly caged.  Every instinct in my body tells
me to reach down and try to remove the cage.  I manage to keep my hands
away.  Touching it is a punishable offense.  Plus, it seems pretty obvious
that the purpose of the cage is to teach me how to cum with just my ass
clit.  If they see me grabbing at the cage then that means they won't trust
me not do the same once the cage is off.  Thus, they will make me wear it
even longer.

   I try to slow back down but my body just won't let me.  Something is
building inside there and I'm not going to be happy until it peaks.  As I
bounce up and down I can't help but sneak peeks at the Dean's face to see
if he is getting close or not.  I know my main job is pleasing him but it
would be nice if I climaxed before him.  There isn't much I can do though
to slow him down.

   However, I quickly learn there are things he can do to hinder me.  As I
ride my big horsey, the Dean reaches up and flicks my pierced nipple.

   "Owie!" I grunt.

   Amazingly, I had all but forgotten the needle sticking through my tit.
God, how does one forget something like that?!  There is even a very thin
trail of blood running down my chest and tummy.

   The pain takes me down a notch but a few thrusts later and I've climbed
back up.  He waits a moment and then flicks it again.  He does this over
and over again.  It becomes like some kind of perverted reverse tug of war
with me struggling to cross the line while he keeps pulling me back.

   "Uh!  Uh!  Uh!" I start grunting a few minutes later as I finally drag
myself across the finish line.

   This anal climax is insanely intense.  I grunt for almost a minute
before I realize I'm doing it.  I blush and bite my lower lip through the
last of the climax.

   "Such a good girl," the Dean says with a smile.  "Did you like cumming
on daddy's dick?"

   My blush deepens as I look away from his face and nod my head. 
Thankfully, he is satisfied with the nod and doesn't make me say it out
loud.

   I sit there for at least two more minutes with his dick buried deep in
me.  The Dean just patiently waits and watches as my legs and body tremble
in the afterglow of my climax.  When my body finally starts to settle down
the Dean gives me a small nudge to remind me to get back to work.

   There are still a few tingles but mostly each thrust just brings
discomfort and additional humiliation.  I'm a good girl though and do my
best to please "daddy".  As I ride his white pony the Dean scoops up globs
of my cum with his fingers and feeds it to me.  It's disgusting but seems
trivial compared to all the cum I've eaten this week.  He makes me lick and
suck each finger spotless before reaching down to scoop up another helping.

   I'm licking the last of it off his fingers when I hear him grunt.  He
has his index and middle fingers in my mouth and buries them deep in my
mouth as he goes stiff and starts giving me a sperm enema.  The tips of his
fingers slide into my throat and I start gagging and trying to pull my head
away.  However, he clamps his thumb under my chin so he can hold the
fingers in place.

   I guess he figures that if he can't deep throat me with his dick yet
then he can at least use his fingers.  Or at least that is what I think at
first.  However, as he tortures my throat I notice his moans seem to
coincide with each of my gags.  This confuses me at first.  Then I realize
that my whole body is convulsing each time I gag.  This includes my
asshole. The Dean is basically masturbating himself via my gag reflex. 
Leave it to the Dean to come up with something so perverted and sadistic.
The fucker is lucky I didn't throw up all over him.

   The Dean gags me for over a minute before he removes his fingers.  By
then my face is half covered with tears.  Thankfully, all the makeup Drew
got me is water proof.  I can't imagine why a girl would use anything but
water proof makeup.  I know I would be redoing my makeup at least 10 times
a day if it wasn't.  As it is I constantly have to do touchups.

   The Dean takes a minute to catch his breath.  He then gives me a nudge
to let me know I should pull myself off his dick.  When I pull up it dawns
on me that putting my plug half way across the room wasn't a good idea. 
Normally I would press the plug against my hole as the dick popped out. 
Without the plug I have no choice but to use my fingers.  I clinch my ass
as much as I can as his dick slides out.  At the same time I press the
bottom of my fingers against my hole.

   I hear the Dean laugh as he watches me wobble across the room.  I grab
the plug and slide it in as I move my fingers away.  Overall I do a pretty
good job.  However, my fingers and palm have a pretty good coat of slime on
them.  It's disgusting and I want to wipe it off on my leg or something. 
However, the Dean is watching me like a hawk.  So, I reluctantly bring my
hand to my mouth and lick it clean.  I scrunch my face up in disgust but I
manage to lick it all up without gagging.  When I look back toward the Dean
he motions toward his dick.

   I look down and see his semi hard dick is coated with sperm and ass
juice.  I almost gag just looking at it.  It's tempting to beg to get out
of the chore but I know it won't do any good.  Plus, it is possible this is
some kind of test to see if I've gotten used to the flavor of cum yet.  I
know I didn't do too well with the fingers but if I perform this chore well
then maybe they won't send people to my door hole anymore... or at least
not as often.  Yeah, it's not very likely that this is the case.  However,
there is at least a splinter of hope; and in this place hope is a very
scarce and precious commodity.

   I hold back my tears as I crawl back onto the bed.  I lean down and lick
across the Dean's messy dick.  The Dean's strong manly flavor is the first
thing that registers.  As that dissolves, however, I note a small minty
flavor.  This confuses me for a second; then I remember mint is the flavor
I used for my enema this morning.  My enema was many hours ago and it
surprises me that the flavor would linger that long.  I'm undecided on
whether I'm grateful for this or not.  The mess tastes a little better
because of it but it also reminds me exactly where this dick has been.

   I lick at his dick for a couple minutes.  To my surprise, his dick
doesn't get hard again.  I can only guess that he spent most of his day off
playing Danielle.  As I look at his semi hard dick I realize that it might
now be small enough and just soft enough for me to deep throat.  For some
reason I get this urge to test the theory.  I don't do it though.  If I did
then the Dean would call me a cock hungry slut or something.  He might also
expect me to finish what I start.

   As I admire the Dean's dick, I start thinking about Danielle.  I think
about how we probably both shared this same cock today.  I lean down and
give the cock another lick.  At the end of the lick I covertly give it a
small kiss.  I know it's silly but I miss Danielle and wanted to give her a
small kiss... even if it is indirectly.  The tender moment is ruined,
however, when I realize the Dean might have other boys he mentors.  I pull
my head away from his dick.  Exactly how many boys' assholes was this cock
up today?  I doubt the Dean showered after each one.  I push the images out
of my head... thinking about such things isn't healthy.

   Thankfully, my cleanup duty is already over and the Dean seems
satisfied. The room seems awkwardly silent as the Dean lays back.  His eyes
are closed but I don't think he fell asleep.  I'm not sure if he would get
mad if I got out of the bed so I stay there.  I do, however, crawl up the
bed a little so my head isn't too close to his groin.  The last thing I
want is to have my mouth easily available in case he decides he wants to
take a piss or something.

   I keep scooting up until the top of my head bumps into his outstretched
arm.  I bite my teeth together hard, afraid I might have disturbed his
peace.  His arm bends down and kind of rests on my side, but otherwise he
doesn't seem bothered.  My body goes stiff and I stare at the side of his
face in hopes that he might actually fall asleep, if he isn't already.

   As I lay there I realize how close I am to his sweaty arm pit.  The
smell is very strong.  It's weird but the smell is disgusting, yet at the
same time kind of inviting.  I can only guess that it reminds me of my
ordeal with Ray this morning.  Just don't ask me why the thought of that
horrible ordeal would attract me to the smell.  Thankfully, the attraction
is only minor.  It's not like I'm going to lean over and start licking it
or something.  In fact, I dread the thought of the dean possibly pulling me
in tighter and making me lick his pit clean.  Thankfully, he doesn't.

   We lay like this for a long time; him resting and I breathing in the
smell of his armpits.  My head is kind of swooning by the time the Dean
finally stirs.  He is almost all the way out of the bed before my head
starts clearing.  I'm disgusted to admit that a part of me actually misses
his small embrace and strong smell.  I know it is wrong but laying there
felt kind of yummy and seemed so... right.  What is really weird is that I
felt so safe and secure lying next to him... yet, I know for a fact that I
was anything but.

   I dreamily watch him as he grabs his pants.  At first I think he is
getting dressed.  However, I notice he is actually digging through his
pockets.  I get a little concerned when he pulls out a small 2"X2"X1" box.
It's not very big but I know the Dean could probably find plenty of nasty
things that could fit in it.

   I cautiously sit up as he lays the box on the pillow next to me.  The
further I am from that box the better.  He doesn't make an attempt to open
it.  Instead, he reaches over and grabs the small bottle holding the other
needle.  I swallow hard as he slowly unscrews the lid.  I start scooting
away when he fishes the needle out with his thumb and index finger.

   With the needle out, the Dean puts the lid back on the bottle and sets
it aside.  The Dean sits on the edge of the bed and then looks at me and
then down at a spot next to him.  I know he wants me to sit next to him but
I'm hesitant to obey.  All it takes is an angry look and I find myself
scooting over toward him.  I almost pee myself as I get within arm's reach
of him and that nasty needle.

   My whole body is trembling in fear by the time I get to the spot he
indicated.  The Dean doesn't look angry.  In fact, he looks rather pleased.
However, that doesn't mean he still won't do something horrible to me.

   "Owie!" I yell as he uses his index finger to flick my pierced nipple
again.

   I was concentrating so much on the hand holding the needle that I hadn't
paid attention to his free hand.  I'm giving it plenty of attention now
though.  He flicks my nipple several times and then grabs hold of the
needle sticking out of it and kind of wiggles it back and forth.

   "Owie!  Owie!" I protest as he tortures my nipple.

   I try to embrace the pain like Danielle told me I should.  However, the
pain is just too intense.  I'm starting to wish that I had practiced with
the clothes pins each night like Danielle had suggested.  Maybe then I
would not only be able to embrace pain like this but even turn it into
pleasure.  It still sounds impossible to me but what if it isn't?  What if
I could actually learn to do that?  It would make times like this a ton
easier.  It sure as hell was worth a try.

   I moan and groan for over a minute before the Dean finally lets go of
the needle.  His hand then reaches up toward my face.  I open my mouth,
expecting him to try to deep throat me with his fingers again.  However, he
grabs my left earlobe instead.  It takes me a second before I realize he is
about to pierce my ear.

   As his other hand maneuvers the needle into position, I feel an
avalanche of mixed emotions.  There's mainly fear and dread.  However, deep
inside there is also relief that my ordeal is almost over.  There is also a
tiny bit of joyful excitement that I'm about to have pierced ears.  Believe
it or not, this is something that I've wanted for over a year now.  I might
not have been the biggest boy in my class but with pierced ears I stood the
chance of being the coolest.  It always ticked me off that my sisters were
considered old enough at age 8 for pierced ears, yet my parents said I was
too young still when I asked at age 11.

   "AH!" I scream as the Dean pushes the needle very slowly through my
earlobe.

   Fuck that hurt!  It's bad enough he isn't numbing it with ice; couldn't
he at least jab it through faster?

   I try to be strong as he grabs hold of my other ear.  However, I break
down and start begging him not to pierce it.  I promise to be a good girl.
I even promise to try harder to deep throat his dick.  Nothing works.

   "AH!" I scream as the needle passes through the other lobe.

   "Don't touch them," the Dean instructs as he moves away from my ear.

   "Owie!" I grunt as he suddenly pulls the other needle out of my nipple.

   It takes all my willpower to keep my hands away from my three new holes.
It becomes even harder when I feel little warm droplets of blood dripping
from them.

   The Dean takes his time replacing the needles in the bottle.  He then
grabs the small box and opens it.  A small alcohol packet comes into view.
As he lifts the packet up, my heart flutters a little and I almost smile
when I see two little diamond earring studs underneath.

   The Dean puts the box down and rips the alcohol packet open.  He pulls
out a swab and brings it toward my right ear.

   "Owie!" I yell as the stinging begins.

   I yell out two more times as he uses the swab on my nipple and other
ear. I start getting giddy again, however, when he grabs the box once more.
I'm extra excited because these are very close to the kind of earrings I
envisioned wearing when I was still a boy.  Well, I'm still a boy.  I meant
when I was still dressing as one.  You know what I mean.

   I have to bite my lower lip to keep quiet as he pushes a diamond stud
into each ear hole.  Once they are in the Dean steps back and admires his
handy work.  Thankfully, he seems pleased with the positioning.  It would
have sucked if he decided one or both had to be redone.

   "You were a good girl," the Dean praises as he gives me a small kiss on
my forehead.

   It's a small gesture, but the Dean seems surprisingly tender and sweet
as he does it.  It makes my tummy feel all fuzzy inside.

   A small part of me actually feels disappointed when the Dean turns and
starts getting dressed.  What is really upsetting is knowing that this
tender side of him will no doubt be gone the next time he visits.

   As he dresses, the Dean gives me instructions on the proper care of my
freshly pierced ears.  He tells me where more alcohol swabs are located and
to let my trainers know if I feel any discomfort or see signs of infection.
As he tells me all of this it becomes clear I'm not the first one he has
giving this speech too.  It makes me wonder how many other kids' ears he
has pierced.  Were they all boys or did he pierce the girls' ears sometimes
also?

   All of this is interesting to think about but it quickly vanishes from
my thoughts once he steps out my door.  The second my door closes I jump
from the bed and run to my makeup mirror so I can admire my new piercings.

   "I've got pierced ears now!" the voice in my head yells with joy as I
view them for the first time.

   To my surprise, there isn't any blood.  There are a couple drops on my
shoulders but that is it.  I smile and turn my head back and forth as I try
to get a view of every angle.  I'm not just happy with the piercings.  I'm
also happy with the diamond ear studs.  They are perfect.  They look cute
and feminine right now because of my makeup.  However, I'm sure they will
look cool while I'm dressed like a boy also.  That of course is assuming
I'm ever allowed to dress like a boy again.  This last thought starts to
ruin the mood.

   I jump and almost pee myself when I hear a knock at my door.  God, that
scared the shit out of me.  It's been 5 minutes since the Dean left and I
thought for sure I was now alone.  I stand there stunned for a moment and
then remember my standing orders.  I rush to the door and kneel down in
front of the hole.  Leave it to the Dean to ruin a perfect exit by
returning for a blowjob.

   I hear movement outside the door.  Then something comes through.  Only
instead of a cock it is a long narrow bowl containing a full size banana
split!

   My heart flutters once more as I accept the Dean's present.  I want to
thank him but he turns and walks away before I can.  The Dean acts mean a
lot but I'm starting to think he might be human after all.

   I'm sure they probably sprinkled estrogen or something on it but the
banana split still seems to taste better than anything else I've ever
eaten. I guess a few weeks of eating primarily dog food and cum will do
that to your taste buds.

   I'm full before I get it half eaten.  It tastes so good though that I
can't stop myself from finishing it.  The tummy ache comes right about when
I finish the last bite.  God, why did I have to eat the whole thing?  The
tummy ache is a little uncomfortable but it is worth it.  It could be weeks
before I get to eat something that good again.

   I wait the rest of the night for my second visitor to come but he
doesn't.  I guess I'm okay with this.  I mean, I really don't feel like
being played with any more today.  However, this means I won't know when my
"gift" will be delivered.  Will it be tomorrow?  Sunday?  Or will it be
delivered at all?  I don't like the idea of someone just showing up at
random to play with me.  Okay, I guess that kind of happens already. 
However, Ray indicated that this person was going to be pretty rough.  He
also indicated that I would learn a lot about why I was here.

   I fall asleep this night wondering about what Ray meant.  I would like
to say I had dreams about it also.  However, instead I mainly have dreams
about the Dean.  You will just have to guess at what I did to the Dean in
the dream... it's not something I care to talk about.  Not only is it too
disgusting and embarrassing but the dreams are becoming way too vivid. 
They seem so real that it scares me to think about them.

   24.

   Saturday isn't Christmas but it feels that way when I wake up.  I not
only get to spend today with Danielle but I get to show off my new dress
and pierced ears as well.  I also have diamond stud earrings to brag about
and a new makeup set.  I'm so excited!

   Unfortunately, when I pop awake I find I'm alone in my room.  I look
over and see that it is only 3:30 a.m.  I guess I am a little too excited
for the day to begin.  Either that or my body remembers being woken up
yesterday at this time by Ray.  I panic when I think about Ray.  I quickly
lie back down and pretend to be asleep.  The last thing I want is for him
to see me awake and decide to come pay me another visit.

   I lay there for almost an hour before I fall back asleep.  The whole
time I worry about Ray coming in and making me lick his pits and nipples
again.  A few times I swear I even hear someone walking around in the
hallway.  No one ever enters my room though.

   I only get an additional 30 minutes sleep before my alarm goes off.  I'm
kind of peeved.  I couldn't get to sleep at 3:30 a.m.  and now I can barely
open my eyes.  I come wide awake though when I remember Danielle.

   I look around and find she isn't here yet.  That's actually a good
thing. This means I might be able to get my enema and stuff done before she
arrives.  It's so embarrassing when she watches me do that.  I feel in the
Christmas spirit so I decide to mix in a little candy cane flavoring/smell
to my enemas.  I blush in front of the camera as I prepare the enemas. 
There is only one reason someone would prepare their asshole like this.

   I have mixed feelings about preparing myself like this.  A guess I
wouldn't mind too much if Danielle wanted to do something sexual today. 
Still, I would be just as happy if nothing happened... you know, with her
really being a guy and all.  However, if something does happen today then I
want her to know I took the time to prepare myself in order to make it
extra special.

   I finish my enema and bath but Danielle is still not here.  I would
really like for us to do my makeup together this morning so I decide to eat
first.  I check the fridge in hopes that the food fairies might have come
last night; they hadn't.  I'm pretty sure I was supposed to get a fresh
supply of food yesterday evening.  They either forgot or decided to put it
off until Monday since it was a 3 day weekend.  Never mind the fact that I
will now have to eat dog food for Christmas... grrr!

   It is possible that Danielle might bring some real food.  However, I
decide not to risk it.  If she doesn't bring any food then that means at
some point today she will get to watch me eat the dog food again.  It's so
disgusting and would really ruin what I hope will otherwise be a perfect
day.

   As a compromise, I only fill my feed dish half way.  I'm not that hungry
anyway.  I only eat it because I know I will be hungry later if I don't.  I
don't want her to catch me feeding so I eat it all down real fast.  I then
brush my teeth and mouth out the best I can.

   When I put my yellow dress on I realize I forgot to wash it last night.
The wrinkles aren't that horrible and there aren't too many marks on it but
it still bothers me.  It's too late now.  It would take hours for it to dry
properly.

   It's now about 6 a.m.  and Danielle still isn't here.  I start to worry
that she might not be coming.  She promised she would but it's not like she
has full control over her schedule.  The Dean might have decided to keep
her home today.  I just hope she didn't decide to spend the day with her
asshole boyfriend.

   I start cleaning the room up in order to take my mind off it.  I clean
the floors, tidy up the cabinets, you name it.  I know Danielle and I will
mess the bed up right away but I make it anyway.  I even make sure the
sheets are real tight and that there are hospital corners.

   I feel like crying when 7 a.m.  comes around.  Danielle is always
early... it's starting to look like a no show.  Reluctantly, I give up and
go ahead and put my makeup on and do my hair.  I do my makeup in anger but
I have to admit that I still look rather radiant once I'm done; especially
with my new earrings.  It is kind of a special moment being all dolled up
with my earring for the first time.  I really wanted to share it with
Danielle.

   I mope around for another hour and a half before I hear motion in the
hall.  I'm hopeful that it is Danielle, but I also fear it might be Ray,
the Dean or a half dozen other unwelcomed guests.

   I rush to my door and look and listen through my hole.  I swallow hard
when I hear voices coming my way.  One does sound like Danielle but there
is someone with her.

   As the voices get close I rush back to my bed.  I don't want Danielle
catching me at my hole.  I'm sure she already knows what it is for but it
would still be embarrassing to find me kneeling in front of it.

   Butterflies flap around in my tummy as my door opens.  It takes a second
for them to round my tree and come into view.  Danielle comes into view
first followed by Edward.  I know it is him before Danielle even introduces
us.  He looks exactly like she described.  I hate to admit it but he does
look rather handsome and manly.  I can see why Danielle is attracted to
him.

   "Why is he here?"

   I ask in a nice calm voice but I'm actually rather pissed.  Edward has
no business being here!  This place is for students, teachers and other
employees only.  Not to mention the fact that this is supposed to be
Danielle and my time together... alone!

   Danielle doesn't say anything.  She just rushes into my arms and gives
me a big hug and kiss.  I try to stay angry at her but it is hard with her
cuddling me like this.  As she hugs me I have a clear view of Edward who is
giving me an evil smile.  There is no other way to describe that smile. 
He's definitely thinking of something naughty.

   "You got your ears pierced!" Danielle says when she notices my diamond
studs.

   "Yes!  Don't they look awesome!" I reply.

   "So, this is the other sissy?" Edward rudely interrupts.

   Edward doesn't wait for a reply.  He just walks over to me and starts
inspecting me like I'm a piece of meat or something.  He even turns me
around in a circle.

   "Not bad," he says as he gives my ass a squeeze through the dress.

   As he spins me back around I give Danielle a worried look.

   "It's okay," she mouths back with a smile.

   "Hmm," Edward says in disappointment as he rubs his finger back and
forth across where my breasts would be if I had any.

   This embarrasses and upsets me at the same time.  I'm barely able to
keep from crying.  It's not my fault I don't have boobies yet.  I want to
explain that I've only just started my estrogen treatments.  However, I
doubt Edward gives a shit.  He only cares about what I have now, not what I
will have in the weeks to come; typical male.

   "I've got to take a piss," Edward crudely announces.  "When I come back
out I want you two on the bed ready and waiting."

   I stand there stunned as he turns and goes into the bathroom.  I quickly
snap out of it.

   "What's going on!" I angrily whisper to Danielle.

   Danielle gets a concerned look on her face when she realizes how upset I
am.  This in turn angers me more.  Seriously, did she really think I was
going to be happy about this?

   "It's okay," Danielle tells me as she starts to get undressed.  "Dad...
the Dean said it was okay.  Come on, it will be fun."

   I stand my ground.  I even push her hands away when she tries to help me
get undressed.

   We hear the toilet flush.  Danielle looks toward the bathroom door and
then back at me with a very worried look on her face.

   "Please," she begs with a whisper.  "He will get angry if you don't do
what he says."

   Danielle waits until the last second and then jumps into the bed naked
just as Edward exits the bathroom.  Edward sees me standing there fully
clothed and gets an extremely angry look on his face.  The look makes me
take a step backward.  I'm so scared that my body begins to tremble.

   "What the fuck is this!" he growls at me.

   "It's okay baby," Danielle tries to soothe him.  "She's just shy.  Come
on, we can get started and she can join us later."

   "No one's talking to you bitch!" Edward snaps at Danielle.  "This is
between me and sissy pants here."

   I don't like being called a sissy.  However, what he called Danielle
upsets me even more.  I want to defend Danielle's honor but Edward is just
too fucking big.  Four years' worth of growth is a huge difference when you
are a teenager.  All I would do is provoke him into hurting not only myself
but Danielle as well.

   "I'm sorry, sir," I whisper.  "I'll be a good girl."

   You have no idea how hard it is for me to say this.  Backing down like
this makes me look weak in front of Danielle.  That's not how I want her to
think of me.

   My submissiveness seems to appease him.  The anger leaves his face and
is replaced with that damn evil smile.  He folds his arms and does a kind
of exaggerated tap with his foot to show that he is waiting for me to obey
his prior order.

   I reluctantly start undressing.  It doesn't take me long considering I
really don't have anything on except my one piece dress.  Edward laughs
when my cock cage comes into view.  This embarrasses and angers me further.


   "I remember when Rebecca had to wear one of those," Edward says with a
laugh.  "It took less than two weeks before she was begging to be milked."

   It takes me a second to realize who he's talking about.  I'd all but
forgotten that Edward had a younger brother/sister enrolled in the school.
You would think Edward would be more understanding and caring.  After all,
it could have just as easily been him their parents selected for
enrollment. Of course, he is way too old now to be enrolled.

   Edward walks over to me as I fold my dress up.  I try to back away when
he reaches down toward my cage.  He gets hold of my ball weight though and
stops me in my tracks.

   "Oh!" I grunt as he maneuvers me around by my weight.

   He sits on the edge of the bed and guides me until I'm standing between
his legs.

   "You would be surprised at some of the things Rebecca would do in order
to get milked," Edward says as his face suddenly turns serious again.  "Of
course, if she didn't do them then she not only didn't get milked but she
got punished as well.  Has anyone ever squirted BenGay into your cage
before?  I did that to Rebecca once.  After that there wasn't much she
wouldn't do to please me."

   My eyes get big and I swallow hard.  I can only imagine how painful that
would be.  My hand instinctively goes toward my cage just in case.

   Edward finally lets go of my ball weight.  I slowly back away as he
starts to undress.  I try to keep my eyes focused on the floor but I can't
help but sneak peeks as he disrobes.  While they were feeding Rebecca
estrogen I think they were feeding Edward steroids.  He is very muscular.
It's amazing to think that Rebecca would have ended up looking similar to
this had they not enrolled him/her here.  You can already tell that Rebecca
will end up looking vastly different when he/she is Edward's age.

   As I sneak peeks at Edward I realize that he represents everything I
will never become.  Instead of becoming tall and strong I will probably
stay short and weak.  Even worse, I'll get girly hips and breasts.  It's
enough to make me cry.  I probably would if Edward wasn't here to see me do
it.

   Edward tosses his clothes on the floor as he takes them off.  My
instinct is to pick them up and fold them but I don't.  I figure "fuck
him". He will be going home with wrinkly clothes today.  It's a small
victory on my part but it's something at least.

   I blush as Edward's dick comes into view.  Danielle wasn't kidding...
he's pretty big.  He's not as big as the dean but his cock is still pretty
impressive.  I would estimate it at about 8 inches long and around 2 inches
thick.  Danielle and I have pretty decent sized cocks but I doubt we will
ever get as big as him.  In fact, it is the biggest cock I've ever seen on
someone his age.  That is not to say I spend that much time checking out
other boys' packages.  However, when you are at the urinal or showering at
the gym and stuff you can't help but notice.

   "Like that do you?" Edward chuckles when he catches me looking.  "If you
are a good girl then I might let you play with it a little."

   My face turns beat red.  I look away but my eyes wonder back just
seconds later.  He notices and chuckles some more.

   My body jerks when he grabs hold of me again.  At least this time it is
my shoulder he grabs and not my ball weight.  He nudges me toward the bed
and I climb up.

   "Ugh!" I grunt when he sees my plug and pulls it out.

   I was still crawling up on the bed and was completely unprepared to be
deplugged.  He wasn't even gentle about hit.  He just grabs it and yanks it
out.  For a second my asshole feels almost like it has been turned inside
out.  I stop in my tracks and reach back to make sure everything is okay.
Edward gives my right ass cheek a hard slap to get me moving again.

   "How about you two show me what you do in here when no one else is
around," Edward says as he sits back against the headboard.

   I give Danielle a concerned look.  Danielle doesn't look as worried as
she was earlier but I can tell she is finally starting to realize how
stupid it was to bring Edward here.  There isn't much either of us can do
about that decision now.  All we can do now is obey Edward and hope we
appease him.

   I get a little concerned when Danielle takes me in her arms.  I know
Edward wants us to play together but I'm not too sure he will be happy
about us getting all lovey dovey.  I'm no idiot.  I've come to accept the
fact that Danielle has sex with other people.  However, that doesn't mean I
like it; and I sure as hell wouldn't like it if I saw her kissing and
hugging someone else.  Sex is one thing but kisses and embraces are for
lovers... right?

   Edward doesn't object when Danielle pulls me down on top of her and
starts French kissing me.  It feels very awkward at first with Edward
watching us.  However, it isn't long before I start getting into it;
Danielle is a very good kisser.

   Within a few minutes I almost forget Edward is even there.  In fact,
this is very much like I expected today to be.  Edward spoils the mood of
course.  He starts telling us how slutty we are and how we are a couple
sissy fags.

   "You are the fag that is sitting over there playing with yourself while
you watch us!"

   Yeah, I don't actually say it.  However, it's true.  He's sitting back
stroking his huge cock as he watches Danielle and I make out.

   The next 5 minutes become like a roller coaster ride.  First Danielle
and I rise up in a wave of intimacy and pleasure and then Edward says
something vulgar and demeaning that plunges us down in a rush of
humiliation and embarrassment.  We go up and down like this over and over
again.

   Within a couple minutes, however, I start to suspect that this isn't the
first time Danielle and Edward have ridden this particular carnival ride.
Edward is saying a lot of shit but he isn't actually telling us what to do.
Danielle seems to already know what he wants to see.  It's possible this is
due to Danielle's expertise with men, but I'm not so sure.  I think maybe
Danielle has put on shows for Edward before... possibly many times.

   Rebecca; of course!  I kick myself for being so stupid.  It only makes
sense that Edward would make the two play games together.  Hell, it might
even be how they met.  After all, they only live a block apart.  I can
easily see the Dean pairing Danielle and Rebecca up for "study" sessions
and junk like that.  Edward and the rest of his family would no doubt be
invited to watch their little play dates.  I can't even imagine how
humiliating and embarrassing life must be for poor Rebecca.  I swallow hard
when I realize my family might be invited to watch my play dates also.

   I try to push this last thought out of my head.  I tell myself that I'm
just letting my imagination run away with me.  After all, it's not like I
got to see any of my sisters' training.  Okay, I did once I got a job here
but never before that.  Of course it is possible that was only because they
were keeping it all a secret from me so I wouldn't blab about it to all my
friends.  It's not like my mom or sisters would ever blab.  Okay, this
train of thought is starting to backfire on me also.  I think I will just
focus on Danielle's kisses.

   Danielle and I are working so hard to please Edward that we start to
sweat.  It acts as a lubricant and our bodies start sliding against each
other.  I know I should be repulsed by the sweat but it feels so yummy
whenever our bodies glide together like this.

   It's odd but Danielle and I seem to almost smell better when we sweat.
It's never strong smelling like the Dean, Ray or some of the other men
around here.  I'm not so sure it is the estrogen though.  I think our sweat
is just interacting with our perfume and stuff.  I guess it could just be
my imagination also.

   I freeze when I feel Edwards hand rest on my shoulder.  He doesn't seem
to be trying to nudge me off Danielle so I do my best to just ignore him.
The touch does add to my embarrassment though.  I'm actually a little
surprised at how embarrassed I am with Edward here.  I thought I was
getting used to guys watching and playing with me.  Hell, I think I've done
something sexual with almost every guy that works here.  I guess I'm more
embarrassed with Edward because he is closer to my age.  Danielle is even
closer to my age but it's not the same with her.  I know she isn't going to
judge me that harshly since she is basically the same as I am.  That isn't
the case for Edward.  He is pretty much the opposite of Danielle and I.

   To my surprise, Edward is pretty gentle as he glides his hand across my
shoulder and up and down my back.  I get goose bumps when I realize his
hand is going lower and lower on each pass.  I freeze again when he finally
reaches my butt.  At first his hand just gently slides back and forth on my
rump.  I hate to admit it but it does feel pretty good.

   However, the second I relax again he takes advantage and lets his
fingers go into my crack.  I try to tighten my cheeks again but it's
already too late to block his access.  While I might not be able to block
access, I do manage to hold his hand still.  I also let out a small groan
in protest.

   "Shhh... it's okay sugar," he whispers in my ear and then gives my
shoulder a tender kiss.

   I knew he had to get closer in order to touch me down there but I didn't
realize he was this close.  The closeness scares me for a few seconds. 
However, his gentle touch combined with his soothing voice quickly begins
to relax me once more.

   "That's a good girl," Edward whispers as my body loosens up and he is
able to glide his fingers back and forth in my crack.

   Edward is far from being the first male lately to call me a "good girl".
However, it feels completely different when he says it.  Unlike everyone
around here, Edward isn't saying it in regards to my training.  He's saying
it in regards to how I'm responding to his touch.  It's almost like
something I might say to a girl I was on a date with and she let me get to
first or second base.  I guess technically that's exactly how he meant it.

   Part of me wants to stiffen up again and possibly even try to push him
away.  I know how guys are.  This is just a big game to him.  Sure, he can
and probably will force me to have sex with him if I resist him.  However,
it will be a greater conquest if he can get me to come along willingly. 
Something he can brag to all his buddies about.  Though I'm sure he will
leave out the fact that I was really a guy.  Or at least I hope he leaves
that part out.

   I don't want to give him that victory.  However, he's so big and strong
and yet he is being so gentle and is making such an effort to convince me
to give in willingly.  It makes me feel... kind of special.  The fact that
Danielle is here makes me feel even more special.  I mean, she has longer
hair and is prettier than I am.  She also has better curves and even has
nice boobies.  I'm not an idiot.  I know he will play with her also. 
However, it's still special that he is providing me attention first.

   "Mmm," I moan into Danielle's mouth as Edward wiggles his middle finger
into my asshole.

   Oh my!  He really knows how to use that finger.  He slides it in deep
and wiggles it right on my clit.  God, that feels so good!  I'm quickly
starting to understand why Danielle likes him so much.  I still think
Edward is an asshole but I might consider marrying that finger of his.

   Edward wiggles that finger right on my clit for almost a full minute. 
However, he very slowly starts backing it out.  It moves out so slow that
at first I think he just doesn't realize he is about to slide off my clit.
I arch my back a little so my rump will raise just enough for his finger
tip to get on my clit again.  A half minute later, however, his finger is
too high again.  I have to rise up on my knees a little this time to get
him back on target.

   When he rises up off my clit a third time I realize this is no accident.
He is teasing me and making me chase his finger.  I feel a little angry
with myself for falling for his little trick.  I blush as I chase the
finger again anyway.  It just feels too yummy to let it escape.  It isn't
long before he has me all the way up on my knees with my ass arched high in
the air.  If that isn't bad enough, my upper body has moved as well.  In
order to chase Edward's finger I went from kissing Danielle on the lips; to
sucking her nipples; to kissing my way across her belly.

   I blush as I come face to face with her penis.  It is the first time
anyone has seen her and I get this intimate.  Okay, the cameras have
recorded us and I'm sure people have watched us through the one way
mirrors. However, this is much different.  Edward is right here staring at
us.  All it takes is a small nudge from him to get me to lower my head and
take Danielle into my mouth.

   I know I should be disgusted by having Danielle's cock in my mouth. 
However, I'm not.  Not really.  I'm sure Edward's magic finger is playing a
part in it but I think mainly it doesn't bother me that much because I've
become so used to sucking cock these last several days.  Those cocks of
course still disgust me but this one is attached to someone I actually care
for.  That somehow makes sucking Danielle seem a lot more appealing than it
did the last time we were together.  Of course, given the choice I would
rather it be someone sucking me instead.  That's not going to happen though
with this damn cock cage in place.

   Danielle lets out a moan of pleasure as I suck her cock.  I think I
surprised her by how good I have become at it.  I gag a little but I'm able
to easily deep throat her now.  I also provide more suction and use my
tongue a lot more now than I did before.  She had to have noticed the hole
at my door.  I'm sure she is well aware of where my new skills have come
from.

   Edward's finger has been wiggling on my clit nonstop for over two
minutes now and my toes are really starting to curl up.  As I suck Danielle
I feel Edward drool some spit on his finger and my hole.  It grosses me out
a little but it does make it feel naughtier and kind of gooey and good.

   I groan in protest around Danielle's cock when Edward suddenly pulls his
finger out.  My groan becomes a more serious protest when I feel his huge
dick slide between my ass cheeks and press against my hole.  I chastise
myself for being caught off guard by this maneuver.  Seriously, what the
hell did I think he was leading up too?  I guess that is the problem... I
wasn't thinking.  His magical finger made sure of that.

   "Please d... ugh!"

   I try to beg him not to do it but it's too late and he buries himself
all the way to the balls.  He puts his hand on the back of my head and
pushes me back down on Danielle's cock before I can try to beg him to take
it out.

   Edward's cock is a lot smaller than the Deans but it still hurt a lot
when he shoved it in like that.  He drove it all the way into my cervix in
one thrust.  I really do need to look up that word.  Whatever that spot is
inside me it felt very uncomfortable with him just violating it without any
stretching first.

   Edward lets go of my head and grabs hold of my hips.  He then starts
pounding in and out of my hole.  I lift my head again so I can tell him to
slow down but he just moves his hand back to my head and pushes me down
again.  I struggle a little in his grip but finally give up and focus my
attentions on trying to get my hole to accept his violent intrusion.

   I do my best to focus on my clit but he's just too aggressive.  I feel a
few tingles but mostly it's just uncomfortable.  He hammers away at me like
that for at least 5 minutes.  Then he just pulls out and pushes me away.  I
fall on my side and look up at him in confusion and anger.

   "She's a dead fish," Edward tells Danielle as he flips her over on her
tummy and lifts her rear end up.

   I struggle to hold back my tears.  I know I wanted him to stop. 
However, it is upsetting to just be tossed aside and labeled a poor fuck.
Ray and the Dean sure seemed to like breeding me.  They knew what they were
doing though and took their time.  Edward might know how to use his finger
but he sure didn't please me with his cock.  And yet he has the balls to
sit there and blame it on me.  That said, I'm sure there is something I
could have done to make it better for him.

   "Get up here," he growls at me.

   I quickly get back up on my hands and knees.  I'm confused at exactly
what he wants but I figure this might be my chance to redeem myself.

   Edward grabs a hand full of my hair and presses my face into Danielle's
crack.

   "Get in there and prep her for me," Edward orders as my lips press up
against Danielle's asshole.

   I struggle to pull away but Edward easily holds me in place.  Danielle's
asshole seems like a delicacy compared to the Dean's.  However, that
doesn't mean I planned to volunteer to lick Danielle back there any time
soon.  This is far from voluntary though.  I'm going to lick her hole
whether I want too or not.

   Danielle moans in pleasure as bring my tongue out and lick across her
hole.  She moans louder as I wiggle it inside.  She keeps moaning as I give
her the same treatment I did her dad yesterday.  It's hard to tell if she
is really enjoying it this much or if she is just exaggerating so that
Edward might take it easy on me.

   Edward has me rim Danielle for about 3 minutes before he finally pulls
my head away.  It was really hard to breathe in there and I take several
big breaths of fresh air.  Edward cuts my air supply off once more by
sticking his dick in my mouth.  I gag as he presses it hard against the
entrance to my throat.  I tell myself that he isn't any bigger than Victor
or my dad.  In fact, his cock might be a little thinner even.  This doesn't
help though.  He's just too brutal.  Even Victor wasn't this bad.  Edward
doesn't stop pushing until his cock finally pushes into and down my throat.


   "Do you like the taste of your ass?" Edward says with a laugh.

   The thought of where his cock just was makes me gag harder.  He chokes
me on his dick until I feel like I'm about to pass out.  He pulls out long
enough for me to take a couple breaths and then pushes it back in.  He
repeats this two more times.

   I sense that he's positioning me again, but I'm too dizzy to tell for
sure what is going on.  When the room finally stops spinning I realize the
right side of my face is being pressed against the small of Danielle's back
and I'm looking at Edward's cock fucking in and out of her hole just inches
away.

   He gives Danielle's hole about 10 strokes and then pulls out.  A second
later his cock is deep in my throat.  I didn't even realize my mouth was
still open.  I struggle for a moment but I start to get dizzy again.  He
pulls out after a minute and shoves it back into Danielle.  I'm still
trying to catch my breath when he pulls out and shoves it back down my
throat.  You would think I would be totally grossed out at the thought of
sucking a cock that was just in someone else's asshole.  That is the
farthest thing from my mind though.  All I can think about is getting my
next breath.

   My whole life becomes about getting that next breath.  I loose complete
track of time and have no clue how many rotations he does before he finally
unloads in Danielle's asshole.  I know he came because he finally stopped
fucking my throat and gave me time to breathe a little.  He also grunts and
cusses a lot as his hips shudder and twitch.  He holds his dick deep inside
Danielle for at least a minute.  He then pulls out and feeds it to me
again. I'm too weak to fight and just let him fuck my throat until he is
satisfied his dick is cleaned of all his cum and Danielle's ass juices.

   He pulls out and lets go of my head.  I collapse on the bed, exhausted
and out of breath.  I close my eyes and feel myself starting to drift off.
My eyes pop back open when I hear Edward say something to Danielle about
feeding me.  The thought of eating dog food in front of both of them is
less than appealing.  As it turns out, he has something even worse in mind.

   Edward grabs a hand full of Danielle's hair and maneuvers her around
like a rag doll.  When her cock brushes against my lips I open my mouth
thinking Edward wants me to suck her off.  However, the cock moves out of
range and I find her balls at my lips instead.  I instinctively start
licking but they move away as well.  I lick at Danielle's taint as it
passes by but then quickly shut my mouth.  Edward wants me to eat his cum
out of her asshole!

   I try to pull myself out from under Danielle but Edward grabs hold of my
ball weight.

   "Get to work sissy," Edward growls.  "There better not be a fucking drop
left in there when you are done!"

   I cleaned little Bobby's hole earlier this week but that was different
than this.  That was my own cum and Danielle wasn't there to witness it. 
What Edward is making me do goes well beyond just trying to embarrass and
disgust me.  He's trying to put me in my place and show Danielle who the
real man is around here.  He not only fucks my girlfriend up the ass but is
now making me clean his mess up.

   I tell myself that I won't do it.  However, Edward gently squeezes my
balls and I find myself licking at Danielle's sloppy hole.  I lick and
tongue her hole for about a minute and then Edward squeezes again.  I know
what he wants but I wait until the pain is almost unbearable before I
comply.  I begin crying as I seal my lips to Danielle's hole and start
sucking.  As I rotate tonging and sucking Danielle's hole I realize that
what little man was left in me is now gone; or at least that is how
Danielle is going to view me from now on.

   I'm in such mental pain and despair that the next few minutes become a
bit of a blur.  I'm pretty sure that Edward praises me for my cleanup job.
However, he also says something about punishing me for my delay in
undressing earlier.  The next thing I know I'm in a similar position as
earlier with my ass high in the air and my head down in Danielle's lap
sucking her dick.

   I'm happy to be pleasing Danielle but I'm also confused as to what is
going on.  Are we starting all over again or something?  The answer to my
question comes in the form of a whooshing sound followed by an explosion of
pain across my ass.

   "AH!" I scream around Danielle's cock as Edward's belt lands on my ass.

   Fuck that hurt!  I've never been whipped with a belt before.  I figured
it must hurt pretty bad but had no idea it was this painful.  It makes the
bare hand spankings seem like foreplay.  I try to escape but Edward has a
firm grasp on my nuts with his other hand.  Danielle is holding my head and
I can't even lift up in order to beg for mercy.

   Edward isn't playing around either.  I can tell he is putting all his
strength into each hit.  He wants to make sure that the next time he tells
me to do something that I damn well do it.  It seems a crude and barbaric
technique but let me tell you... it's fucking working!  By the 10th hit I
already know I'm now one of Edward's bitches.  From now on if he says jump
I will be asking how high.  Hell, I won't even ask how high... I will
anticipate his desire and just do it.  There is no way I want to experience
this kind of pain again.

   At first I think Danielle is helping Edward by holding my head down. 
However, around that 15th hit I feel her cum in the back of my throat.  I
guess my new oral skills were too much for her and she was just riding out
her climax.  Her climax is just ending when everything suddenly stops.  She
not only lets go of my head but Edward stops hitting me with the belt as
well.

   My instinct is to jump the hell up and run like crazy.  However, my
burning ass reminds me that I'm Edward's bitch now.  I need to be the
bestest girl possible for him.  There is no doubt in my mind that he will
chase me down and double my punishment if I try to escape.  I'm scared but
I force myself to remain kneeling there.  All I can do is pray that my man
is satisfied with his handy work and won't resume the whipping.

   "I think it is time you left," I hear Ray growl behind me.

   I spin around in shock.  I turn just in time to see Ray let go of
Edward's hand.  It takes only a second for me to realize Ray had stopped
the whipping.  I know it is Ray's job to provide security but my heart
still flutters at the thought of him caring enough to come to my rescue.  I
wouldn't say it was a "romantic" feeling.  It just made me feel kind of
special I guess.

   That said, Ray looks very pissed.  He's acting very professional but I
can see the anger in his eyes.  My fear is that part of that anger might be
directed at me.  After all, this is technically my room and Edward and
Danielle are my guests... sort of.  Ray might feel I'm partially
responsible for what was going on in here.

   I know that sounds like nonsense.  However, you have to consider how
people have been treating me in here during the past few weeks.  I'm
getting used to being blamed for everything even when it's not really my
fault.

   Edward is absolutely livid and for a second I'm certain he is going to
bitch at Ray... possibly even call him the "N" word or something.  Lucky
for Edward he gets a better view of Ray and quickly decides to keep his
mouth shut.  Edward still stares Ray down a moment before he gives in and
starts dressing.  As he puts his cloths on he keeps looking my direction
and giving me an evil stare.

   "I will finish with you later."

   He doesn't say it but I can easily read it in his face.  Part of me
almost wishes Ray hadn't intervened.  My punishment will probably now be
two fold the next time Edward gets his hands on me.

   "She stays," Ray growls when Edward tosses Danielle her clothes.

   This really makes Edward fume.  He scares not just me but Danielle as
well.  I crawl up the bed and hold Danielle's naked body to mine.  I would
like to say I did this just to provide comfort to her.  However, it's just
as much for me.  If Ray was standing closer I probably would have hugged
him instead.  Or at least I would have had I known for sure he wasn't angry
with me.

   Danielle and I are still sitting up in the bed hugging each other when
Ray escorts Edward out of the room and down the hall.  I pull myself away
from Danielle once the security door locks behind them and I feel safe once
more.  I don't say anything but I'm rather upset with Danielle right now.
Why the hell did she have to bring him here?

   I thought Danielle was my friend.  I thought she even loved me.  Yet,
she does something like this.  It's like she was trying to hurt me
emotionally.  Well, it worked.  I got hurt both emotionally and physically.
I hope she's happy with herself!

   "I'm sorry," Danielle says in a soft voice.

   I know I deserve a lot more than this from her.  She owes me an
explanation and a whole lot of begging for forgiveness.  However, I just
can't resist that tender voice of hers.  She sounds so sincere also.  I try
to hold out for more but I just can't.  A second later I find myself
hugging her again.  I don't say anything but I know she can tell I have
forgiven her.

   Danielle and I lay on the beg hugging each other for over 30 minutes as
we wait for Ray to return.  He never does though.  Finally, Danielle gets
up and goes into the bathroom and runs a bath.  I'm in heaven during the
following two hours.  Danielle bathes me; dries me off; rubs lotion on my
sore rump; redoes my makeup and hair; you name it.

   The best part is when Danielle gives me a massage.  She massages one
muscle group for a couple minutes and then leans in and gives tender kisses
all over it.  Then, she moves on to the next.  The massage alone lasts at
least 30 minutes.  If I ever give Ray a massage again I think I will give
him one exactly like this one.  I know he would love all those little
kisses.  It is the least I can do for him being my knight in shining armor.

   Unfortunately, thanks to my cock cage I'm not able to get a full release
like Ray did with his massage.  The massage still feels real yummy.  By the
end of it I almost forget all about the whipping.  I'm reminded the second
I turn over and my sore rump contacts the bed.  I groan and Danielle
giggles.  I can't help but start giggling also.  It feels so good to laugh
again.  This is something that I only manage to do when Danielle is around.
This is how I know we were meant to be together as friends... if not more.

   We spend most of the day chatting.  Danielle of course has a ton more to
talk about than I do.  It's not like I don't have my share of stories, it's
just that most of what happens in here I don't want her to hear about.  It
is extremely tempting to tell her about what Ray and I did.  This is
definitely a story I know she would enjoy.  I don't dare tell her though.
She is the Dean's daughter/son after all.  I know she wouldn't turn Ray and
I in but she might accidently let it slip.

   I'm not too sure why I'm so tempted to tell her about Ray.  I mean, I'm
still pretty grossed out and humiliated by the encounter.  Not that I would
ever tell her about the gross parts.  I guess I just know Ray is the type
of guy Danielle would gladly go on a "date" with.  He's big, manly and has
a huge dick.  For once I would have a story she can actually relate too. 
Plus, I could brag about bagging him before her.  That of course is
assuming she hasn't had him already.

   This last part gets me curious and so I start up a conversation about
Ray.  You know basic girl talk about how big and strong he is.  I even tell
her that I think he looks kind of cute.  This of course backfires and she
starts teasing me about having a crush on him.  I give her nipple a light
pinch in retaliation.  This leads to a couple minutes of horse play.  I
quickly give up when she manages to get hold of my left nipple.  It is
quickly healing but is still sore from the Dean's piercing session with me.

   I bring Ray up again as we catch our breath.  I straight up ask her if
she has ever done anything with him.

   "No," she tells me with an exaggerated frown.  "Daddy won't let me."

   Danielle looks up at the video camera and then brings her lips real
close to my ear.

   "I think daddy is scared Ray might be bigger than him," Danielle
whispers and then starts giggling.

   I try not to laugh but can't help myself.  What she said sounds so much
like the Dean.  It isn't long before we are laughing so hard that we can
barely breathe.

   "If you ask daddy nicely he might let you do something with Ray,"
Danielle whispers as we calm down.

   I think she is joking and start laughing again.  I stop a few seconds
later when I realize Danielle isn't laughing.  I blush when I realize she
thinks I really have a crush on Ray.  I want to deny it but decide it is
best to just drop the subject.  I would hate for Ray to overhear me telling
Danielle I don't like him that way.  Plus, I'm not completely sure it is
true.  I mean, he seems a nice guy and all.  Plus, I get the feeling he
likes me a lot and that kind of makes me feel special in a weird way.  That
is not to say I want to have sex with him again or anything.  Though, I
have to admit that his big apple did feel good rubbing against my clit.

   Talking about Ray of course brings up the topic of Edward.  I frown as
Danielle starts talking about the boy again.  However, my frown quickly
disappears when Danielle starts talking about breaking up with him.  She
starts talking bad about him and pointing out all his flaws... flaws I
noticed before I even met the asshole.

   "I mainly only went out with him to find out if he was really related to
Robert," Danielle says at one point.

   "Robert?" I ask in confusion.

   I know damn well why she really went out with him but this name makes me
curious.

   "You know... RR," she whispers.  "I overheard my dad say once that RR
was Edward and Rebecca's uncle."

   I pull my head back and look at her in shock.  I know who RR is. 
Everyone around here knows who RR is.

   "Your dad is messing with you," I whisper with a nervous laugh.  "RR
doesn't really exist."

   I'm pretty sure her father is messing with her but I'm not so sure that
last part is true about RR not existing.  I mean, if he didn't exist then
how did all the rumors and stuff begin?  RR, by the way, stands for Robert
the Rapist.  According to the rumors, about 30 years ago this Robert raped
over 100 boys and girls in the local area.  These weren't just one night
stands either.  He kidnapped and kept each one chained up for weeks. 
During that time he did all kinds of sick sexual stuff before finally
releasing them.  I never could get a clear understanding of whether he
kidnapped them all within a short period of time or if it was over the
course of many years.  Of course, the big question was whether any of the
stories were true at all.  I even researched it once at the library.  I
looked through several old newspapers and only found a few mentions of
kidnappings and rape.  None mentioned RR though.

   Personally, I think some sick parent made up the story in order to scare
their kids into not speaking to strangers and to always make it home before
curfew.  Parents do sick shit like that sometimes.  I hate to admit it but
it worked.  My friends and I are always talking about RR.  We always say
stuff like, "You better not cut through the woods on the way home or RR
might get you." We say it as a joke but there is also always a little
seriousness mixed in.

   Danielle, however, is giving me a very serious look.

   "You are fucking with me!" I scream at her when she finally cracks a
smile.

   We go back to horse playing and laughing.  What started out as the worst
day ends up being one of my best.  It's amazing how much fun we have
considering we didn't even turn the TV on.  It's just us sitting and
talking about everything from makeup to our dream boyfriend.  I feel a
little bad when I give my description of my dream boyfriend and realize
that I didn't describe Danielle.  She doesn't seem to mind though.  And
it's not like her dream boyfriend was anything like me.  After thinking
about it I realize that all of this was okay since Danielle and I are more
girlfriends than boyfriends.

   I'm mainly joking around when I give the description of my boyfriend. 
After all, it's not like I really want a boyfriend.  However, Danielle has
a way of getting you to talk about things like this.  While I don't want a
boyfriend, I have to admit that the man I describe does sound a little
yummy.  I mean, I would find him yummy if I was gay and all that.

   I describe my dream boyfriend as being handsome and much older than I
am. He's big and strong with a large cock.  He's also manly and likes to
take control.  As I describe him I think I'm making it all up off the top
of my head.  However, as I finish the description I realize that I'm
describing the Dean.  This confuses me a little.  I blush when I realize
that I might have given enough details for Danielle to figure out who I'm
talking about.  Luckily she thinks I'm talking about Ray.  This embarrasses
me also but not as much as if she had guessed the Dean.

   Danielle uses different wording but I quickly realize that her dream
boyfriend is basically the same description as mine.  I know it's silly but
for a moment I actually feel a little angry that she would go after the
same "imaginary" man as I.  Then I realize that this is the same exact
description she has given a dozen times in the past when describing this or
that "dreamboat".  If anyone was copying it was me.  I guess Danielle is
starting to rub off on me a little.

   The day isn't all just sitting around and talking.  Danielle also
teaches me a few things about makeup and hair.  I also get her to teach me
how to do some advance toenail and fingernail designs.  She even knew how
to do those fancy rose-like designs that Drew had.  Danielle shows me how
to do them.  It looks so simple when Danielle does it but I quickly find
out that it will take weeks of practice before I manage it.  I think my
problem is that I rush it too much.  I keep wanting swivel the tiny brush
around on the nail and have the rose design just magically appear.  That is
basically what it looks like Danielle did.  All I get though are random red
blotches.

   I finally give up on the roses for today but I'm determined to practice
every night until I perfect it.  I will probably have to ask Danielle to
buy me an extra bottle of red nail polish.  In fact, I might need two or
three more before I perfect this.  I don't like the idea of asking her for
this though.  If I know the Dean then Danielle probably doesn't get much
for an allowance.  I grin to myself a little when I realize I know someone
that could very easily afford to buy me the polish... Ray.  He will expect
something in return of course.  However, I might be able to keep that to a
minimum if I practice a few seduction techniques I learned in one of my
classes.  I feel a small surge of power when I realize I could do this for
future "favors" as well.

   The idea of trying to manipulate Ray like this makes me feel a little
bad.  After all, he literally saved my ass today.  However, I need to think
of it as negotiation, not manipulation.  He will still end up getting what
he wants; he will just have to pay a little more for it is all.

   My thoughts are interrupted by Danielle kissing me.  She gets on top of
me and starts Frenching me passionately.  It still feels kind of weird to
be kissing a boy like this but it feels special with Danielle.  However, I
can tell she is leading up to something a lot more intimate than kisses.  I
try to push her off me but there isn't much I can do.  My finger and
toenails are still wet and I have to hold them way out to the sides to keep
from ruining them.

   "Danielle!" I say in frustration when she leaves my mouth and slowly
kisses her way down past my shock collar.

   Danielle just replies with a giggle.  She knows I will get into it once
she starts tickling my clit.  Sadly, I know she is right.  I'm quickly
becoming a slave to my ass clit.  I guess it is my body's way of
compensating for the cock cage; which of course is the reason they put it
on me in the first place.  It angers me how easily they are able to change
the way my body operates.

   "Mmm," I moan as one of Danielle's fingers slide up my hole.

   Danielle's lips reach my chest at the same time.  I buck a little as she
sucks and nibbles on my sensitive nipples.  I normally hate when my
sensitive buds are being played with but they actually feel kind of good
with her doing it at the same time she rubs my clit.  It isn't long and I'm
having to bite my lower lip in order to keep from begging her to breed me.
Her finger feels good on my clit but I need something a little bigger
inside there.

   Danielle reads me like a book.  She gives me a wicked smile as she
removes her finger and kneels between my legs.  She looks down at me
seductively and begins playing with her cock.  I expect her to ravish me
but she just kneels there and masturbates.

   "Don't waste it!" the voice in my head is screaming as I watch her play
with herself.

   I'm too humiliated and embarrassed to verbally beg her to breed me. 
However, after a minute I find myself lifting my legs up and putting my
knees to my chest.  I know Danielle won't be able to refuse an offering
like this.  She tries to resist but she doesn't last long.  First she
brings her hands away from her cock and starts caressing me.  She slides
her fingers all around on my ass and private area almost like a blind
person would while trying to get a mental picture.  She spends a lot of
time on my balls and around my cock cage.  You can tell she is turned on by
how nude and smooth I am there; even more so than she seemed to be when I
still had hair in that area.

   "Mmm," I moan with pleasure as she finally lines her cock up and slowly
sinks it in me.

   This position allows Danielle to go almost as deep as her daddy did
yesterday.  Danielle isn't as thick though and instead of discomfort I feel
mostly just tingles of pleasure.  All it takes is a few pumps into my hole
to get me to wrap my legs around Danielle's back.  I know my wet toenails
are going to be ruined but I don't care.  I just can't risk Danielle trying
to pull out in order to tease me some more.  Plus, if I squeeze hard enough
I might be able to force her even deeper inside me.

   At first our efforts seem to conflict with each other.  However, within
a minute we are in perfect sync with Danielle pulling out and me using my
legs to pull her right back in.

   As Danielle jackhammers in and out of me I feel something warm dripping
on my tummy and chest.  I look up to see a slow thick stream of sperm
oozing out the hole in the end of my cock cage.  It feels good to be milked
but I still wish I didn't have this cock cage on.  How much longer are they
going to make me suffer in this thing anyway?  My guess is they will keep
me in it until they feel I no longer want out of it; In other words, a very
long time.

   I try not to dwell on that thought.  Instead I focus on Danielle's
wonderful cock as it drives in and out of me.  Each time she pumps into me
a few drops of sperm drip out of my cage.  It's almost like we are part of
some kind of perverted water pump.

   We work together like this for at least 5 minutes before I finally
unhinge my legs and let Danielle take full control.  My whole body is
tingly and glowing now.  I just dreamily stare up at Danielle as she
continues to have her way with my hole.  I get a sick kind of thrill when
she finally tenses up and starts making sugar sweet moans and grunts.  A
second later I feel her coating my insides with her warm gooey juice.  The
feeling would normally disgust me.  However, it makes me feel special
knowing I pleased her so much.

   Danielle grabs my butt plug and gently corks me with it as she pulls
out. I'm quickly learning that my plug seems to play a vital role in the
breeding process.  Just fucking my hole isn't enough.  They also seem to
want to plug it each time after so that my body is forced to absorb most of
it.  This thought normally grosses me out.  However, it doesn't seem that
bad with Danielle.  Absorbing a part of her like this actually makes me
feel closer to her.

   Danielle crawls up the bed until her dick is next to my face.  I only
hesitate a few seconds before I start licking and sucking it clean.  This
does gross me out but I try my best to hide it.

   My heart flutters a little when Danielle leans down and starts licking
and sucking the cum off my tummy and chest.  Normally she uses her fingers
to scoop it up and feed it to me.  It feels special to have her clean the
mess up instead.  Once she has it all she brings her lips to mine and gives
me a loving kiss.  My eyes get big when she starts French kissing me and I
feel a large stream of cum ooze into my mouth.  This catches me off guard
and I panic and try to force it back into her mouth.  Gravity is working
against me and the cum just drops right back into my mouth.  I finally give
up and just let it settle in my mouth.  Danielle keeps kissing me though. I
want to resist but her tongue feels too good and I soon find my own tongue
dancing with hers.

   Our tongues are coated with sperm and it is pretty gross.  Yet, it also
feels kind of erotic in a perverted kind of way.  The mix of feelings is
confusing and I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad when she finally breaks the
kiss.  Danielle backs away a couple feet and then just stares down at me. I
know what she is waiting for.  I blush as I force myself to swallow the
gooey mess.  I have to swallow 3 times to make sure I get most of the gooey
stuff out of my mouth.  Even then I can still feel and taste it coating my
tongue and mouth.

   Luckily, it is getting late and I'm able to excuse myself to the
bathroom so I can brush my teeth and prepare for bed.

   When I come back out I find Danielle standing there holding one of my
presents.  I glance over at the clock and see it's still 3 hours until
midnight.

   "It's close enough," Danielle giggles as she puts the box on the bed.

   I swear Danielle is more excited than I am as I unwrap the present.  I'm
a bit disappointed though when I open it to find a large school book
bag/backpack.  It is the exact same book bag/backpack that all the students
at the school have.  It's even got the same red and black tartan pattern on
it as my school uniform.  To be honest, I thought these things were issued
by the school.

   I give Danielle a smile and hug in hopes that she doesn't notice my
disappointment.  My guess is that the Dean probably gave this to her to
give me.  Plus, she probably couldn't afford to buy me something on her
own.

   "I'm sorry I couldn't get you anything," I whisper as I break the hug.

   Danielle gives me another hug and kiss to let me know it's okay.  She
knows I would have gotten her something if I could have.

   When I go to lift the bag out of the box I notice it seems a bit too
heavy.  She has put something inside the bag like a present inside a
present.  Could it be what I think it is?  I get excited as I quickly unzip
it.  My smile gets much bigger when I look inside and find it full of
school supplies.  This might not seem like much to you but I view it as an
outstanding gift.  There is a bunch of stuff inside but the best part is
the paper and pens.  I can actually take notes now during my classes and do
work assignments!  How awesome is that!  Life around here just got a ton
less boring!  I'm almost crying with joy as I sort through it all.

   "Are you sure all of this is okay?" I ask.

   "Of course, silly," Danielle replies.

   This is not only a good gift but a great sign that I might be getting
out of here soon.  There are a lot of pointy things in the bag that could
be used as weapons.  They wouldn't allow me these things unless they are
starting to trust me.  I'm sure it will still be several weeks before they
let me out, but at least it won't be several months like I was starting to
fear.  Or at least I hope I'm not reading too much into this gift.

   As I sort through everything I feel something in one of the side
pockets. I open it and discover a cock cage.  It is shaped just like the
one I have except this one goes together different.  There are no screws on
it.  It appears to be held together with just a simple latch.  There is a
small lock with it but the keys are provided.

   I look up at Danielle in confusion and with a little bit of concern.  I
mean, I thought I only had to wear a cage for another week or so.  Why am I
getting one as a gift?

   "Trust me, that will become your best friend," Danielle giggles as she
reads my expression.  "They will require you to wear it sometimes but most
of the time it will be your choice.  You will choose to wear it a lot more
than you might think.  I still wear mine a lot when I'm in class or out in
public; especially if daddy hasn't let me cum recently.  The last thing you
want is to get a hard on under your dress."

   I hadn't really thought about that.  The pleated skirts can only hide so
much.  I can only imagine what kind of trouble I would get into if someone
noticed I had a little bit too much down there.  Being discovered like that
would be pretty embarrassing also.

   As I put everything away I'm tempted to ask Danielle when I might get to
use it all outside this room.  I doubt she knows the answer though.  Plus,
even if she did know I doubt I would want to hear it.  I'm sure I have at
least several weeks left.  However, if it is actually months then I'm not
sure I could handle that information right now.

   After everything is put away Danielle and I jump back into bed.  We
remove our plugs and I lick them both clean.

   Right when I put the last plug on the nightstand the room lights
suddenly go out.  This is the first time the lights have been out since I
arrived here and it surprises and even scares me a little.  At first I
think it is a blackout but I notice the Christmas tree lights are still
blinking and the clock radio hasn't gone dead.

   "Looks like Ray is giving us a little privacy tonight," Danielle
whispers as she cuddles up next to me.  "Maybe he likes you as much as you
like him."

   Danielle giggles at her joke; if she only knew.

   The lighting and mood is very romantic but we are too tired to make
love. Instead we cuddle and kiss for a while and then finally drift off to
sleep.

   25.

   I wake Christmas morning to the feel of Danielle gently inserting my
plug.  I seldom ever put my plug in before my morning enema.  I have to
admit though that it does feel good to have that void back there filled;
even if I'm going to have to take it right back out in a few minutes. 
Danielle really knows what I like.  She even took the time to warm it
first. I purr and hug the pillow underneath me.  I also arch my back and
raise my ass a little higher so she has a better target.

   As I start to wake up more I realize something is wrong.  I'm not sure
what it is at first.  Then I notice my plug doesn't feel right.  It is when
I smell the Dean's cologne and manly scent that I realize what is going on.


   I open my eyes and see one of the Dean's hands pressing into the bed to
the left of me.  I turn my head and see his other hand on the other side. I
try to struggle out from under him but he just lifts his right hand and
places it on my back.

   "It's okay," I hear Danielle try to calm me.  "Daddy will take good care
of you."

   Her voice is coming from somewhere behind me.  My guess is that she is
the one lining the Dean's dick up for entry.  It is a little comforting to
know I'm not alone with the Dean but it still takes me a moment to calm
down.

   "Good girl," I hear the Dean moan as I finally loosen my hole a little.

   I let out a long moan as the Dean slowly sinks inside.  I arch my back
further to help him get into my cervix.  I looked that word up by the way.
I'm not sure I like calling that spot that but I guess it works as good as
any other.

   As the Dean goes balls deep I can hear a faint licking sound in the
background.  I'm guessing that Danielle is licking her father's nuts... or
possibly something else back there.  I try to push the thought out of my
head.  Her licking her father back there doesn't really gross me out but it
does remind me that I will probably have to do the same to my father
someday soon.

   "Merry Christmas," the Dean says as he pulls almost all the way out and
then slams back in.

   That first hard thrust lets me know this is going to be a rough ride.  I
arch my back even further and try to keep my hole as loose as possible. 
The Dean senses my acceptance and starts stuffing my stocking with gusto. I
have no choice but to lay there and grunt as he drills me over and over
again.  Surprisingly, the Dean only lasts for a couple minutes.  I'm
guessing that Danielle had something to do with that.  I'm thankful.

   The Dean pulls out and I feel Danielle's face pressed against my ass
crack.  My toes curl and I start purring when I feel her start to lick me
clean.  I know what she is doing is disgusting but man it feels good!  I'm
not completely spared though.  The Dean sits next to me with his back
against the head board.  He then pulls my face into his lap so I can lick
his dick clean.  I'm happy to discover that I was still clean back there
despite not having my morning enema yet.

   The cleanup job ends up taking twice as long as the breeding itself.  He
is finally satisfied and tells me to go in the bathroom and do my morning
"cleanup duties".  To my surprise, he doesn't follow me.  I do my morning
enema and take a quick bath.  When I come out I find they have the large
screen TV on and are watching the video feed from the bathroom.  I blush
profusely.  It's horribly embarrassing but not as bad as if they had
watched it in person.

   On the bright side, I don't think Danielle got to see much of it.  Her
face is in the Dean's lap and is licking and sucking on his large nuts. 
There is an empty spot to the right of him on the bed.  He smiles at me and
pats the spot.  I blush and swallow hard.

   The Dean laughs out loud when I grab my plug.  He doesn't complain or
look angry as I quickly insert it in hopes it might prevent him from
fucking my hole again.  I blush as I slowly crawl into the bed next to him.
He nudges me down until my head is even with his groin.  This is the exact
same position Danielle is in except on the opposite side.  Danielle has her
upper legs wrapped around her daddy's left leg.  I don't want to do it but
I figure it is best I imitate her.

   "Good girl," the Dean praises as I hug his right leg to me and wrap my
legs around it.

   My blush deepens as Danielle looks up at me and gives me a smile.  She
certainly seems to be enjoying this a lot more than I would be if it was my
father here instead of hers.  I have to wonder if she really enjoys it or
if she is just putting on a show.  I guess this might seem normal to her if
the Dean actually raised her this way.

   Danielle reaches out and runs her fingers through my still damp hair. 
She then gently pulls me toward her.  She lifts her head and our lips make
contact just inches away from the Dean's hard cock.  She breaks the kiss
and then moves her rosy lips to the side of the Dean's dick.  She then
starts giving it little kisses.  I reluctantly bring my lips to the other
side and do the same.  We go from kisses to long licks.  Before I know it
the Dean's dick is glistening with our spit and his precum.

   Danielle and I bump heads a few times but it isn't long before we are
working smoothly as a team.  We take turns sucking on the head of the
Dean's dick.  While one of us is doing that the other is licking up and
down his shaft and occasionally sucking on his balls.  The whole ordeal is
extremely embarrassing for me.  However, Danielle notices my discomfort and
gives me a deep kiss from time to time to let me know everything is going
to be okay.

   For a while the Dean just moans and groans and tells us how we are such
good sissies.  However, out of the blue he starts talking about the mentor
program.  I find it hard to listen to him and stay in sync with Danielle at
the same time.  I'm guessing this is his way of seeing if I can multitask.

   This is the first time I've officially be told about the mentor program.
Thankfully, I already know most of the information or at least had a good
guess.  I did learn a few new bits of information.  For example, there was
a set minimum number of hours you have to spend with your mentor each year;
three hundred to be exact.  That seems like an awful lot.  After I do some
quick math in my head I realize that is only about two weeks.  Granted, I
doubt nighttime counts if you stay all night with them.  I doubt travel and
prep time counts either.  Hmm, that could bring it down to maybe only 3 or
4 hours per visit.  Ouch, that could be 100 visits.  Okay, maybe that is a
lot of hours.  No wonder I seldom seen my sisters around the house on the
weekends.

   On a very bright note, not every visit involves sex.  According to the
Dean, the higher your grade point average the less the mentors are allowed
to make you do sexual stuff.  However, if your GPA gets too low the sexual
activities not only increase but become even more perverse.  Yeah, I'm
definitely going to be spending every waking moment studying for my
classes.

   The Dean finishes his lecture by announcing the names of those I can
select from.  The list is exactly who I had guessed: the Dean, dad, Victor
and the doctor.  What catches me off guard is that I have to make my
decision Monday morning... as in tomorrow!  I thought for sure I would have
several more weeks to think about it.

   I'm still thinking about all of this when the Dean announces that he's
cumming.  My eyes get big and I look at Danielle to find out what I'm
supposed to do.  She is massaging his dick with one hand and licking around
the head of his cock with the other.  I don't have time to think about it
and just follow suit.  I put my hand on his dick but before I can get my
lips in place I see a large fountain of cum fire at least two feet straight
up and then splash back down on Danielle's face.  It's disgusting but I
have to admit that Danielle's face looks perversely sexy covered in sperm
like that.  I bring my lips to his dick just in time for the next fountain
of sperm to shoot up and splash down on both of us.  This is followed by a
third and fourth much smaller fountain that mainly just lands on our lips
and nose.

   Danielle waits a few seconds and then starts eagerly licking up the
mess. I'm tempted to let her do all the work but decide it is only fair
that I do my share.  Having two sissies suck him off at the same time must
have really turned the Dean on because there seems to be a lot more cum
than the last time I seen him climax.  The amazing thing is that he just
climaxed less than an hour ago.

   That said, his cum does seem a little thinner than normal.  It is still
a little viscous though.  It sticks to the inside of my mouth and throat.
I'm pretty used to the feeling and manage to keep from gagging.

   We lick the Dean's dick clean and then our fingers and hands.  Danielle
and I look each other in the eye for a moment and then lean in and start
licking each other's face like a couple of kittens.  We share the last of
the Dean's cum in a long French kiss.  The kiss is Danielle's idea, not
mine.  I'm not so hot on the idea of tainting our kiss like this.  It would
be a little different if it was mine or Danielle's cum.  However, with it
being the Dean's cum it feels like the kiss is more for him than us.

   I get mixed feelings when the Dean climbs out of bed and starts getting
dressed.  I'm happy to see him go but this also means Danielle is leaving
also.  I won't see her again until next Saturday.  I start to get sad and
lonely just thinking about it.

   I feel like hugging her forever but she has to hurry and get ready.  I'm
sure she will get into trouble if the Dean has to wait on her.  I gather
her clothes up as she rushes into the bathroom to clean her teeth and mouth
with my tooth brush.  When she comes out I help her dress as quick as
possible.  The Dean finishes first but not by much.  Before leaving though
he hands me his present from under the tree.

   My hands are shaking a little as I take it from him.  The box is only
about two inches tall and four inches square.  A lot of nasty stuff could
fit in there though.  I've been dreading this moment all week long.

   I take a deep breath and slowly unwrap it.  I'm a little confused when I
finally look inside.  It's just a thin leather band.  It is maybe a half
inch wide and 10" long.  I swallow hard when I pull it out and see the DB
initials written on it.  I've seen one of these before; many times in fact.
Amber, my youngest sister, often wears one of these.  I never thought much
about it until I started my job as janitor and noticed 2 or 3 other girls
wearing the same thing.  Danielle, in fact, was one of those girls.

   I asked my sister about it one day and my other two sisters cut in and
joked that it stood for "Dean's Bitch".  I never got a clear answer on what
the initials stood for but I assumed they meant Amber and Danielle were on
some kind of special school Dean's list.  Amber and Danielle are wicked
smart so it made sense at the time.  However, if I'm getting one of them
then that can't be what it is for.

   "That is what you will wear if you choose me as your mentor," the Dean
informs me.

   I guess DB stands for "Dean's Bitch" after all.  My jaw drops open when
I realize what this means.  The Dean is Amber's mentor!  This really shocks
me.  Why did she choose him?  There had to be better men for her to choose
from.  She must have known how bad the guy is.  Did she like the size of
his dick or something?  Amber always acts so innocent but I can't help but
think maybe she is a little kinkier than she lets on.  I suddenly realize
that if I choose the Dean also then everyone will probably think the same
thing about me.  I'm not sure I want to start out a new school with that
kind of reputation.

   "Thank you, sir," I say a little less than convincing.

   The Dean stares at me for a moment as though he is debating something in
his head.  He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small tool.  I
get scared when he comes at me with it.  He has me turn around and then I
feel him messing with my shock collar.  A minute later he has the collar
off me.  I've worn the thing since my first day here and my neck enjoys its
new freedom.

   The Dean just turns and leaves without explaining why he took it off. 
Heck, he doesn't even say goodbye.  However, Danielle rushes over and gives
me a big hug and kiss; she then hurries away in order to catch up to her
father.

   I enjoy having the shock collar off.  However, it would be nice to know
why he took it off.  Did I pass some kind of test or graduate to the next
level in my training?  Or, did he just take it off for the night so I could
put his DB collar on if I choose too?

   I think about this for a while.  I come to the conclusion that the Dean
didn't say anything about the shock collar because he wants to keep his
options open.  My guess is that if I refuse to put his DB collar on and
accept him as my mentor then he will probably put the shock collar back on
me.  This is hardly a huge bonus for having him as my mentor.  I didn't
even get out of my door during my escape attempt.  Plus, I'm pretty sure
the plastic would have worked to suppress the shocks.  So, it isn't like
the collar was helping to hold me back or anything.

   That said, it is still a nice gesture.  I know the Dean wants to be my
mentor but this is the first time he has really come close to communicating
that desire.  In fact, up until now everything he has done seems to be to
push me away, not pull me closer.

   I think about the Dean for a bit more and then decide to get on with my
day.  I do my morning exercises, take another bath and then grab my books
and try to study.  I don't get much studying done.  I keep looking over at
the leather collar and thinking about the mentor program.  In the past few
weeks the only decision I've really had to make is to obey or not obey. 
Yet now I am facing one of the biggest decisions of my life.  I have less
than 24 hours to make a decision that will drastically affect me.  The
worst part is that I know my life will be a living hell for the next few
years regardless of who I choose.  Yet, I know one of my choices has got to
be better than all the others.

   About the only thing I can decide for sure is that the doctor is the
worst choice.  I'm thinking about him when the doctor suddenly walks into
my room.  Speak of the Devil and he doth appear.  I get one of those spooky
feelings like he heard me thinking about him or something.  Mainly I just
get scared of what he plans to do to me.

   My long yellow dress makes me feel a little more secure than normal but
I still put my back against the headboard and bring my knees up to my chest
and hug them tight.  The maneuver is just instinct.  The logical part of my
brain knows that all it will take is a simple verbal command from him to
get me to expose myself to whatever tortures he has planned.  I don't have
to wait long for him to give the command either.

   "Strip," he orders as he puts his medical bag on the bed.

   I hesitate a moment but the doctor seems too busy digging in his bag to
notice.  I keep a close eye on the doctor as I crawl out of bed and start
undressing.  It only takes me about a half minute to get the dress off.  It
comes off a lot easier now that I don't have to worry about the shock
collar snagging it.  I fold it neatly and put it on my nightstand.  As I do
I see the Dean's collar again.  For a moment I debate putting it on.  If
the doctor thinks I've selected the Dean as my mentor then maybe he might
leave me alone.  Then again, he might treat me even worse.  I not only
decide not to put the collar on but even make sure my dress is covering it
just in case.

   The doctor is going to want me back in the bed but I remain standing
anyway.  I know I don't have the balls to defy the doctor.  I will submit
to his orders no matter what he pulls out of his bag.  However, at least
this way I might see it coming.

   He snaps on some latex gloves and then pulls out a tiny metal platter.
He puts a small white cloth on it.  I have a pretty good idea what is
coming out of the bag next.  Sure enough, he brings out a bottle of
medicine and a syringe.  I'm relieved when he closes the bag without
bringing anything else out.  I'm not happy about the needle but it could
have been worse.  He could have also brought out a catheter or some other
torture device.

   "Grab my present," the doctor orders.

   Fuck!  I forgot about the present.

   I keep a close eye on the doctor as I walk past him toward the tree.  I
especially watch his hands to make sure he doesn't reach out for the
syringe.  I would not put it past him to grab it and poke me in the ass or
something as I pass by.  Thankfully, he doesn't.

   I grab his present from under the tree and bring it back to the bed.  He
motions for me to open it.  I'm so scared that I feel physically ill as I
slowly unwrap the package.  The box is about a 1 foot cube.  I feel like
I'm opening a Hellraiser Puzzle Box.  Who knows what torture lies inside?

   I feel like crying when I remove the lid.  I don't even know what I'm
looking at, yet I can tell it's used for torture.  As I get a closer look I
see there are actually two items inside.  The largest item is some kind of
big white plastic gun.  Actually, it is shaped more like a small hair
dryer, but "gun" is the first thing that pops into my head.  I swallow hard
when I read the text on the side of it: "Laser Hair Removal System".

   "That is for your arms and legs," he informs me as I pull the item out
of the box.  "We will still use the other system for your face and
underarms."

   "Thank you, sir," I manage to say.

   I'm not too sure if I should be happy for this gift or not.  "Laser"
sounds painful.  It also sounds like it would remove the hair permanently
or at least for a long time.  I try to convince myself that it is better
than having to shave my legs every few days.  My arguments aren't very
convincing.  At least with shaving I can always stop and my legs will look
manly again within a matter a few weeks.

   I really feel like crying when it dawns on me what he said about my
underarms and face.  According to him and the Dean, the other system
definitely removes hair permanently.  They already told me they were going
to use it on my underarms.  However, this is the first I remember them
saying they planned to use it on my face.  I hadn't even really thought
about my facial hair.  It's not like I've really got any hair there yet.

   A part of me wants to ask the doctor when they plan to do my facial
hair. Will they at least wait until I've had the chance to shave like a
normal boy?  I was looking forward to shaving just like dad does.  It is
kind of a rite of passage to adult hood.  I don't ask.  I'm already pretty
sure what the answer will be.  Shaving is not just a rite of passage to
adult hood; it is also one of manhood.  They aren't going to allow me to
experience that.  My guess is that the doctor will give me weekly
treatments in order to permanently remove the hairs as they come in.

   "It's a CB9000," the doctor says as I reach in the box and remove the
second item.  "The tube is hollow so you can pee without taking it off."

   To me the item just looks like a chunk of metal.  There are a couple of
round metal rings on one end and a quarter inch thick curved bar going away
from them a few inches.  There is another quarter inch metal bar attached
to the end.  This second one is hollow though and angles straight back
toward the metal rings.  The metal tube ends right at the center of the
first metal ring.  I study it for a few seconds trying to figure out
exactly what it is.  I start to worry when I think about how one would pee
through that tube.

   The doctor takes the metal device from me and pushes the empty box to
the floor.  I take a step back when he pats a spot on the bed not far from
him.  I hold my ground for several seconds before he starts to look angry.
I reluctantly give in and crawl up on the bed.

   "Good girl," the doctor says as he grabs my cock cage screwdriver.

   I try to be strong but my whole body is shaking in fear by the time he
gets my cage undone.  Despite this, my cock begins to harden the second the
cage comes off.

   "Ah!" the doctor chastises me as he gives the end of my cock a hard
pinch and grabs the syringe.  "You better get soft in the next 30 seconds
or I'm going to have to use this on you."

   I look at the syringe in fear.  The voice in my head is screaming at my
cock to go soft but it refuses to listen.  In fact, the sight of the needle
only makes it get harder for some reason.

   "Such a naughty girl," the doctor says as he shakes his head back and
forth a few times in disappointment.

   "No!  I'll be a good girl!" I beg as he pushes the end of the syringe
into the medicine bottle and pulls the plunger back.

   The doctor finishes filling the syringe and then pulls it from the
bottle.  He looks me in the eye and then down at my cock.  I hear him
tapping his foot as he gives me a second chance to obey.  I try my best but
my cock is rock hard and it isn't about to listen to me.  The doctor waits
almost a full minute before he shakes his head in disappointment again.  He
then leans down and lines up the needle.

   "Owie!  Owie!" I yell as I feel the needle sink into my taint.

   A second later I feel a burning sensation as the doctor slowly injects
the medicine.  The burning only lasts a moment before everything down there
starts to go numb.  My proud cock goes from fully erect to completely soft
in a matter of seconds.

   The doctor removes the back metal ring from the device.  It opens up to
become two half circles.  He brings it to the base of my cock and attaches
it around my ball sack, on the inner side of my ball weight.  The second he
does this I realize how the rest of the device is going to be attached.  My
cock is going to be fed through the other metal ring and the hollow metal
tube is going to go inside my dick!  My hands instinctively go out to hold
the doctor away from my private area.  I grab hold of his wrists for a
split second but then let go.  I know I will get in a lot of trouble if I
try to hold him back.

   My analysis of the device is spot on.  The metal ring slides over my
dick and the tube goes deep inside.  He then uses a key to lock the two
metal rings together.  Just like my cock cage, this evil thing is held in
place by my balls and isn't going anywhere.  I swallow hard as he drops the
key into his pocket.

   The only good thing right now is that my dick is pretty numb and I can't
feel the metal tube deep in my piss hole.  I guess another good thing is
that the tube only goes about 3 inches inside.  That is a lot shorter
distance than the doctor normally sticks things in there.

   "See, that wasn't so bad," the doctor says as he moves the metal tray
and my old cock cage to a nearby shelf.

   I back up to the head of the bed again when I see him pick his medical
back up once more.  He doesn't bring out any more syringes but he brings
out something almost as bad.  It is the device he used to permanently
remove all my pubic hair.

   The doctor spends the next two hours removing my underarm hair.  He also
finds a few new hairs on my groin.  He checks my face closely but
thankfully doesn't find any hairs worthy of zapping.  Having the underarm
hairs removed is just as humiliating and depressing as when he did my
groin. Okay, maybe not quite as humiliating.

   The only thing that keeps me from crying is the knowledge that not all
of my pubic and underarm hair has grown in yet.  In a few years those areas
might actually look close to normal again.  That of course will never
happen if they keep giving me treatments.  In a year or two they will have
removed so many hairs that those areas will be bald for the rest of my
life.

   My only hope is to escape.  However, the more I think about it the more
escape is starting to seem unlikely.  I keep telling myself I will run away
the second they let me out of here.  However, deep down I know it isn't as
easy as that.  They are extremely powerful with tons of resources and I
would basically be homeless with zero money.  I would be lucky if I could
feed myself let alone dodge them at the same time.

   Could I pull it off?  I don't know, maybe.  It would be a horrible life
though.  Would staying here really be that bad?  I mean, if I played along
and did well in my classes then life would be okay I think.  I would have a
roof over my head, food to eat and possibly even a promising career. 
Still, all of that comes with a pretty hefty price.  The humiliation during
the next few years would be pretty extreme.  All of my options suck.  It
all seems so hopeless.

   I think about all of this for at least 20 minutes after the doctor
leaves.  My thoughts keep getting interrupted though by this CB9000 or
whatever he called it.  The fucking thing is a cock cage by the way.  I
discovered this about 30 minutes after he put it on me.  It was right about
then that the drugs started wearing off and my cock came back to life. 
Each time my cock starts to get hard the tip presses against the
intersection at the end of my tube.  This is very uncomfortable.  The worst
part is that unlike my other cage I can pretty much touch every part of my
dick with this one.  I'm not supposed to touch my cock but that doesn't
mean there aren't plenty of opportunities for me to do so without the
camera seeing.  Each time I touch it though I start to get hard and the
discomfort quickly increases.  I can't believe how much more frustrating
this cage is to my other one.

   My fear is that they might plan to keep me in this one from now on; or
at least until my cock is properly trained.  The doctor even took my old
one with him when he left.  You never know with the doctor though.  He
could just be fucking with my head.  He might be planning to come back in
the morning and switch it back out.  I try not to think about it but it is
hard not to.

   I'm actually happy when noon arrives and it is time for me to do my
exercises.  The exercises aren't fun but they will take your mind off
things for a bit.  It works also.  For about 20 minutes I think about
nothing but exercising.  It's very nice.

   As I run a bath I decide it is time to go pee.  I've been putting this
off for over an hour now.  However, I just can't wait any longer.  I sit on
the toilet and grab my legs tight in preparation for the pain.  However,
when I release the stream I discover there isn't any pain.  It feels a
little weird but there is no pain.  Maybe this cage is going to be
tolerable after all.

   I really have to concentrate once I get in the bath.  The warm water
feels so good on my cock.  Plus, it is heating the metal up a little which
makes the inside of my dick feel kind of nice.  Every time I let my mind
wonder I start thinking about sex.  This in turn makes my dick start to get
hard.  And that of course becomes painful.

   I do okay until it comes time to wash myself down there.  I lift my hips
up so my dick and balls sick out of the water.  I soap them up and give
them a quick scrub.  The whole time I'm thinking about dead puppies in
order to stay soft.  I guess those are some good looking puppies because it
doesn't work.  First there is pain at the tip.  A moment later, however, I
feel a burning pain deep inside.  For a moment I fear I might have damaged
something in there.  However, it dawns on me that soapy water has run down
the inside of my tube.  Fuck, how could I be so stupid!

   "Owie!  Owie!" I groan for over a minute as I do my best to wash it out
with clean water.

   I think I got it all out but it is still sore inside there.  After I
settle down I realize I gave a bit of a show for the camera.  I pray the
doctor doesn't see the footage.  If he does he will probably want to stick
a tube up my dick and fill me with medicine again.  Maybe I will get lucky
and he will decide to amputate it instead.  Okay, I don't really want that
to happen.  However, I can't imagine it being more painful than the
medicine.

   I let out a short girlish scream when I exit the bathroom and find
Victor standing in my room.  Everyone knocked on my door this week and very
few actually entered.  It is going to take me a couple days to get used to
people just coming in again unannounced.

   Thinking about this prior week makes me blush.  I try to be a man and
look Victor in the eye but that only lasts a few seconds.  He showed up at
my door hole many times this week.  I sucked him off and swallowed his cum
every time.  If that isn't bad enough, he often spit in my mouth afterward.
He also made sure each time that I was aware it was him.  Not that I
couldn't tell anyway by the taste, smell, color and shape of his dick. 
Looking him in the eye now just brings all that humiliation rushing back to
me.

   "Are you hungry?" he asks as he goes to a cupboard and pulls out my food
and water dishes.

   "No, Uncle Victor," I whisper.

   I'm hungry but don't want to eat in front of him.  He doesn't listen
anyway.  He fills my bowls and put them on the floor.  I blush and then get
down on my hands and knees and start feeding.

   Feeding in front of Victor is pretty embarrassing.  However, it seems to
pale in comparison to all the times I sucked his dick these past several
days.

   Victor watches for a couple minutes and then walks over to my tree.  I
hear him grabbing a package but I don't have to look in order to know which
one.  I've studied all the packages pretty closely.  His box is about 3
inches tall, 2 feet wide and about 3 feet long.  It is of medium weight and
didn't make any noise or move around when I shook it.  I suspect it is
clothing.

   Victor puts the present on the bed.  I freeze mid chew when I hear his
pants zipper being undone.  I hear the clinking of his belt buckle and then
his pants drop down to his feet next to me.  I swallow my mouth full of dog
food as he kicks out of his pants and starts working on his shirt.

   Normally I wolf down my dog food; no pun intended.  I slow down
considerably when I realize Victor is getting naked.  I know it seems silly
to delay like this but 5 or 10 extra minutes of peace is 5 or 10 extra
minutes.  Unfortunately, Victor doesn't want to wait that long.  He tosses
his shirt on the floor, pulls down his underwear and then reaches down and
grabs his pants.  I start shivering in fear when I hear his belt slide from
his pants.

   "Ah!" I scream when my back sudden catches fire.

   "I would hurry and finish if I was you," he says and then swings the
belt again.

   "Ah!"

   This time the belt hits me from behind and goes right into the crack of
my ass.  I have my plug in but the end of the belt wraps around it and hits
my weighted nuts.  The pain is extreme and for a second I think I'm going
to be sick.  I hunch over for several seconds as I try to get control of my
body.  I barely get control again when I hear the belt whistling toward me
again.

   "Ah!"

   This time it hits at an angle across both ass cheeks.  My instinct is to
run away or at least curl up in a ball.  Somehow I manage to find the
strength to hold my ground.  I rush my head to the feed bowl and lick up as
much as I can.

   "Mahhh!" I scream around the dog food as the belt lands on my back once
more.

   I pray for Ray to come to my rescue like he did with Edward.  I doubt he
will though.  Edward is just a rich spoiled kid.  However, Victor is actual
faculty here.  I think Victor would have to get me near death before Ray
would dare interfere.  Ray may be rich but this job obviously means more
than money to him.  He isn't going to risk losing his job.  Thankfully,
Victor only hits me two more times before he stops.

   I'm eating the dog food so fast that I barely take time to chew it.  I
choke several times as I try to swallow a few pieces that are still a tad
too big.

   "So, what did we just learn?" Victor calmly asks as I finish the last of
the food and take a few sips of water.

   "To eat faster, sir?" I ask more than tell.

   "Yes, that," Victor says as he tries to restrain a chuckle.  "However,
the main lesson here is that you don't ever try to play me.  Not ever.  If
you know I want you to hurry and finish something then you fucking hurry!
You don't take your sweet ass time!  I'm in charge here, not you."

   "Sorry, sir," I whisper as I stare up at him with tears in my eyes.

   I want to point out to him that he never told me to hurry.  However,
deep down I know he is right.  He may not have said anything but I could
tell he was anxious to begin.  I should have behaved accordingly.

   "It's okay, sugar," Victor says as he motions for me to stand.

   When I stand he holds his arms out to me and I go into them.  He gives
me a long hug.  I like this Victor much better than the one that was here
just a few seconds ago.  The hug starts out as a comforting one.  However,
his right hand slowly slides down my back and rests on ass.  The welts on
my back and ass are still burning a little but his touch is very gentle.

   "Mmmm," I moan as he gives my plug some gentle little tugs.

   "Ugh!" I grunt when he finally pulls it out.

   I instinctively reach behind me for it so I can bring it to my mouth. 
He keeps it out of reach though and lays it on the nightstand.

   "Mmmm," I moan again as a couple of his fingers slide up my hole.

   Victor strokes my clit and it feels so good.  It feels too good.

   "Oh!" I wince in discomfort as the head of my dick runs into the road
block at the end of the tube.

   For a second I instinctively try to pull away from Victor's magic
fingers.  Luckily, I remember my recent lesson and settle down.  I still
dance around a little though as my dick tries harder and harder to escape.
It isn't until this very moment that I fully realize how horrible this new
cock cage is.  My old cage prevented me from getting hard.  This new one
makes me do that job.  Well, the cage won't actually let me get fully hard.
However, if I let myself get just semi hard it starts to get very
uncomfortable.

   "A good girl keeps her clit soft unless told otherwise," Victor says
when he notices my discomfort.

   I guess my dick is now considered a "clit" also.  It is embarrassing
having it referred to it as a clit but at least it makes a little more
sense than calling my prostrate a clit.  Sure, my ass clit feels good when
it is stroked but its... well, deep inside my asshole.

   It is humiliating to know that I have no choice but to learn to do
exactly as Victor says.  Life will be very uncomfortable if I don't learn
to better control my dick.  I just pray that it is even possible.  I'm 13
years old after all.  My dick usually gets hard at the drop of a hat.  I
often don't even have to be thinking about sex for it to get hard... it
just gets hard on its own.

   I try every mental trick I can but my dick just keeps pressing hard
against the end of the tube.  Thankfully, Victor finally has mercy and
takes his fingers out of my hole.  I slowly back away in hopes that the
extra distance will deter him from putting the fingers back inside.  I get
about 2 feet away when he points his fingers out toward my face.  I blush
when I realize he wants me to lick them clean.

   I look at the fingers in disgust for a few seconds.  They look clean but
I know where they have been.  I feel my face burning as I lean in and take
the fingers into my mouth.  I blush further when I see the smile on
Victor's face.  I try my best to look happy about the task.  I highly doubt
I convinced Victor.  I have to try though.  If they think I hate it too
much then they will probably dedicate several training sessions to it. 
However, instead of fingers I would probably end up rimming half of the
teachers in the school.  This is probably the most disgusting thing I could
possibly imagine, yet I feel my dick press hard against the end of the
tube. This should give you a good idea of how little control I have over my
dick.

   Victor keeps his fingers in my mouth long after they are clean.  I keep
licking and sucking on them until he finally pulls them away.  I try once
more to look Victor in the eye like a man.  I last only 3 seconds before I
look down in embarrassment.  It was stupid of me to even try.  My eyes were
headed toward the floor but I stop when Victor's large brown dick comes
into view.  I stand there staring at it, not even aware I'm doing it. 
Victor makes a comment about it and I blush and look down at my feet.

   "Let's open your present," Victor says after a long uncomfortable
silence.

   Victor slides the box to the edge of the bed.  I reluctantly move
forward and begin to open it.  At first glance the item inside appears to
be a lovely short dress.  I begin to get excited since the dress is black
and I know it will go good with my hair.  However, as I unfold it I
discover it is a maid's outfit.  It isn't the type of maid's outfit that
one would actually wear to work.  It is more like one someone might wear to
a Halloween costume party or something.  First off, it is way too short. 
It also has lots of white ruffles and stuff on it.

   "Thank you, sir," I say after a moment.

   I try to sound sincere but I know I fall far short of succeeding.

   "Put it on," Victor says with a smile.

   It takes me a second to figure out how to put the one-piece dress on.  I
put my yellow dress on by sliding it over my head.  This one has too many
ruffles at the bottom of it.  It has a very large opening at the top though
so I decide to step into it instead.  The dress has a lot of elastic in it
and it takes a little maneuvering to slide it on.  The top of the dress
comes up to just below my arm pits.  There aren't even any shoulder straps.
It feels kind of weird without anything going over my shoulders.  However,
the elastic at the top is tight enough to keep it from falling down.  I
suspect though that this outfit was designed more for someone with boobies.
Boobies would help a lot in keeping the dress from sliding down every time
I move around in it.

   The bottom of the dress feels just as weird as the top.  There are lots
of white lace-like ruffles and they cause the bottom of the dress to extend
way out away from my body.  It looks and feels odd to me like I'm being
exposed or something down there.  I glance at the front and back and decide
that my lower parts are probably hid pretty well as long as I don't climb
any ladders or bend over.

   As I look down at myself I have to admit that the outfit is kind of
cute. It is mostly black but in addition to the white ruffles at the bottom
there is also a white trim at the very top.  It also has a dainty white
silk apron of sorts held up by a white elastic belt.  I inspect the belt
and find it is actually sewn to the dress itself.  It is clear this apron
is more decorative than functional.  The dress looks extra cute thanks to a
large white bow sewn at the top of the dress between by boobies; or at
least where my boobies would be if I had any.

   I look back in the box and find a few more items.  The first is a white
feather duster with a long black handle.  There is also a black maid's
headband/hat with white trim.  What really gets me excited though are a
couple thigh high fishnet stockings and a garter belt.  I go for these two
items first.  My sisters have garter belts and stockings similar to these
that I might have gotten a good view of while "accidently" looking through
their panty drawers.  Hey, I'm a curious kid... give me a break.  It's not
like I ever tried putting them on or anything like that.

   That said, I'm pretty excited about trying them on now.  I can already
tell that I will look sexy and all grown up with these on.  It takes me a
bit of time to get the stockings on.  I'm used to just grabbing the tops of
my socks and pulling them on.  You definitely can't do that with these. 
These stockings are super delicate and I have to roll them up my legs very
gently to ensure I don't rip them.  It is worth the effort though.  My legs
look super sexy with these stockings on.  I can't wait to show them off to
Danielle.

   The garter belt turns out to be a ton harder to put on than I expected.
The belt fastens around my waist via 4 tiny hooks.  The problem is that it
doesn't feel right with the hooks fastened in the front.  However, when I
turn it around it becomes almost impossible to hook them behind me.  I
start to get very frustrated.  Not only is it hard to reach back there but
I'm having to hold my dress up at the same time.  It becomes clear that I
was supposed to put the garter belt on before the dress.  I don't feel like
starting all over so I keep working at the clasps.  It takes me over a
minute to realize that all I have to do is clasp the damn thing in the
front and then turn it until the clasps are in the back.  I feel stupid for
not thinking of it right away.  Once this is done it only takes another
minute to figure out how the elastic bands attach to the stockings.

   All of the effort is worth it.  The stockings look even sexier with the
garter belt attached.  Wearing the garter belt also makes me feel grown up.
It makes me feel more like a young lady instead of just a little girl.

   I have to go to my mirror in order to put the maid hat/headband on. 
I've never worn a headband like this before and it takes me a moment to
find the best way to position it.  Wearing it feels a little odd but it
does look pretty cute.  The really cool part is that it helps hold my hair
back away from my ears so you can see my earrings better.

   I decide to slip my school shoes on.  They don't look great with this
dress but they will help protect the delicate stockings from the floor.

   My body jerks when Victor pushes the now empty box to the floor along
with the wrapping.  I was so excited about my new outfit that I had almost
forgotten Victor was here.  I shiver in fear for a moment thinking that
Victor might be mad at me for ignoring him.  The smile on his face tells me
he is far from being angry.

   "Clean your room up for me, sugar," Victor orders.

   This order confuses me.  It is not that often I get an order that I
actually want to perform.  All of the clothes and stuff scattered on the
floor was really starting to bother me.  Plus, if I'm cleaning up my room
then that means I'm not playing with Victor.  I'm not stupid.  I know
Victor will have his way with me before he leaves.  However, the longer I
delay that the better.  There is also that one in a million chance that
something might happen to cut his visit short.

   "Lick this clean first," Victor says as he grabs hold of his dick.

   I knew it was too good to be true.  I try not to look too disappointed
as I lean over and start licking all the precum off his dick.  I'm a bit
surprised at how much precum there is.  There is a stream of it running
down the length of his cock and across his balls.  I lick and suck it all
up.  The task is embarrassing but not that disgusting really.  Precum is a
little viscous but doesn't have any real taste to it.

   "Uh," I grunt in discomfort as my cock tries to get hard.

   "It sounds like our little girl is enjoying herself," Victor says with a
chuckle.

   There is no point in trying to argue with him.  He will probably just
punish me if I try.  Besides, I'm not too sure what I would say.  It is
hard to argue that you don't enjoy something when your cock is struggling
to get hard.  Not that I'm saying I enjoy licking Victor's cock... because
I don't.  However, my cock clearly disagrees.  I can only guess that it is
the thought of where Victor's cock will probably end up that is making me
hard.

   "Clean the rest of your room," Victor says as he pushes me away from his
cock.

   For a second I'm actually a little upset with myself.  Victor doesn't
sound angry so I doubt I did a poor job.  However, if he is pushing me away
then clearly I wasn't doing well enough.  Maybe I should have flicked my
tongue around on his nuts a little more.  I know he really likes that.

   I go to my plug first.  It is sitting on the nightstand but it hasn't
been cleaned yet.  I don't like cleaning my plug but I know Victor likes to
watch me do it.  As I pick the plug up I turn just enough to give Victor a
nice profile view.  I then start cleaning the plug with my tongue.  I make
sure each lick is a little exaggerated.  As I finish cleaning it I see
Victor in the corner of my eye slowly stroking his dick.  I smile to myself
at how easily I'm able to manipulate Victor.  I can tell he is already
regretting pushing me away earlier.

   As I kneel down and pick up the discarded box and wrapping paper I get a
devilish idea of how else I can torment Victor.  I fold the box up and put
it and the wrapper in my small trash can.  However, when I go to pick up
his clothes I don't bend at the knee this time.  Instead I bend way over at
the waist.  I also make sure my back is to him.  I can only imagine the
view he is getting through all those ruffles.  The dress is so short that
I'm sure he can easily see my whole bare rump.

   I pick his pants up first.  I stay bent over for a long time, pretending
that I'm just trying to make sure nothing falls out of his pockets as I
pick them up.  Once I'm standing again I fold the pants and then walk
toward the night stand.  However, I stop a couple feet further away than I
need too.  I then bend at the waist again and put the pants on the
nightstand.  I only have it half folded though and spend several seconds
bent over finishing the folds.  I even slowly shift my weight a little from
leg to leg so that my rump wags back and forth a little.

   I repeat the same seductive procedure for his shirt.  Victor actually
lets out a few groans as I take care of the shirt.

   I feel Victor's hands on my bare rump as I bend over to arrange his
shoes and socks.  I can't help but smile at my victory.  My smile quickly
disappears when it dawns on me exactly what I just won.  I was so caught up
in my little competition that I didn't fully think it out.  I blush as I
play back in my head exactly what I just did in order to "win".  I can only
imagine what Victor thinks of me now.

   I want to pull away from Victor in order to show him that I'm not some
floozy.  However, Victor moves one of his hands to the small of my back. 
The hand is just resting there but it is clear he wants me to remain bent
over.  I tell myself to move anyway but I just can't bring myself to
disobey Victor's unspoken order.

   "Uh," I grunt in discomfort as my cock expands up its tube again.

   Victor is only rubbing my bare ass cheek and I'm already trying to get
hard.  I can only imagine how bad it will become if he decides to play with
my ass clit.

   As though reading my mind, Victor brings his hand to the crack of my ass
and slowly pushes two fingers deep inside me.

   "Oh, please," I grunt as he starts diddling my ass clit.

   The end of my dick presses even harder against the roadblock at the end
of the tube.  I try to mold the discomfort into pleasure but I can't.  The
best I can do is mix it with the pleasure coming from my ass clit.  It
doesn't help much but at least it is something.

   Despite the discomfort, I find myself pressing back against Victor's
fingers.  I even gyrate my hips a little.  Every little bit of pleasure
brings more discomfort.  However, the pleasure seems to stay just a hair
ahead.  The problem is that the longer I climb away from the discomfort the
higher it becomes.  For a moment I fear I might cause serious damage to my
penis.  Thankfully, the pain finally levels out.  My dick is still trying
to get hard but I guess there is a limit to how much blood pressure my body
can generate.

   "You are turning into such a dirty little girl," Victor whispers and
then laughs.

   To make his point, Victor stops moving his hand and fingers.  My blush
deepens but I pick up my pace and grind even harder against his hand.  He
lets me humiliate myself like this for almost a minute before he finally
pulls his hand away.  I hump back against the air for several seconds
before I can get control of myself.

   "Do you want me to fuck you now?" Victor asks.

   "Yes, sir," I whisper back.

   It is the only acceptable answer.  However, I'm not sure I would have
said "no" even if it were allowed.  The pleasure tingles are dissipating
and the discomfort is starting to dominate once more.

   Victor is sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide.  He
grabs my hips and pulls me back toward him.  I shuffle back until I feel
the head of his cock press against my hole.  He doesn't pull me back onto
it though.  Instead, he just lets the head rest there.  I know what he
wants and try my best not to obey.  However, the discomfort is still at
max. I would like to say that this is my only motivation.  However, I feel
so empty inside without my plug and my ass clit is desperate for more
attention.  I just know that Victor's large brown dick will feel so good in
there.

   The only thing that slows me down is the humiliation.  Taking Uncle
Victor's cock is embarrassing enough.  However, I know how much Victor
likes to brag to my dad about his sexual conquests.  He used to have two or
three stories for my dad every time he visited our house.  When I was
younger he of course seldom talked about sex in front of me.  I did my
share of ease dropping though.  It wasn't until just a couple years ago
that Victor started telling his stories right in front of me.  He never
told them to me of course.  They just didn't make me leave the room unless
they felt I was paying too much attention to them.  As long as I kept my
eyes on the TV they seemed to ignore the fact that I could overhear them.

   It wasn't until I started working here that I realized Victor's stories
weren't about women but about little girls... and apparently little boys
also.  I found his stories very exciting.  He always gave very vivid
descriptions.  How this girl choked on his dick and how that one squealed
with joy when she rode him.  I learned a lot from his stories.  I even used
many of them in my fantasies once I started masturbating.

   I have a completely different outlook on Victor's stories now that I
know I'm probably part of them.  I can just see him and my dad sitting on
the couch watching football and talking about how eagerly I rode Victor's
dick.

   I press back very slowly.  My goal is to show him that I can resist his
cock if I want too.  My only fear is that he will get pissed and decide to
give me another lesson with the belt.

   My toes curl up as my asshole gives the head of Victor's dick a
perverted kiss.  I press back even harder and I feel the spongy warm and
soft head of his dick force its way into my hole.  It feels so good that
the disgust and humiliation of the act doesn't seem to matter anymore.  All
that I can think about is how yummy Victor's dick feels inside me.  I tell
my hips to hold their ground but they keep pushing back.  The next thing I
know I have Victor's dick buried to the balls inside me.

   "Oh, Uncle Victor."

   God!  Did I just say that out loud?  I feel my face and upper body turn
red with embarrassment.  I can't believe I moaned with pleasure like that.
He will definitely brag about this encounter now.  My dad will hear the
story and so will half the faculty I bet.  I think everyone knows that
Victor exaggerates his stories a lot.  Unfortunately, he will have video to
prove this one.

   I glance over at the camera and realize it has a very good view of our
activities.  I quickly turn my head away.  I know my father will probably
be watching this scene soon and I don't want him to see any expressions of
pleasure on my face.

   I try to get control of my hips but the feel of Victor's dick rubbing
across my clit is just too much.  God, his dick feels so good.  At 8" long
and 2" thick it seems to be the perfect size.  It still goes into my
"cervix" but it doesn't seem all that bad since it isn't super thick.  That
said, I do stick mainly to only 6 inches of it.  Everyone few strokes
though I go all the way down on it.  It is a little uncomfortable when I do
that, yet kind of pleasurable at the same time.

   It doesn't take long for me to discover a couple problems with the
position we are in.  First, I have trouble keeping my balance while
performing long strokes.  Second, I can only go so fast because of the same
reason.  At first I try compensating by holding onto my knees.  This helps
a little but not much.  I try putting one foot in front of the other but
this lowers my rump too much.  I'm practically having to stand on my toes
as it is to get my rump high enough.

   I also try to reach back to try to grab Victor's legs or bed but they
are out of reach.  Victor sees my dilemma and reaches out and takes my
hands into his.  The position is a little odd but it does the trick.  I
find that I'm able to buck back and forth on his dick much harder and at
least twice as fast.  The only problem is that I have to trust him not to
let go.  There are cabinets and stuff just a few feet in front of me.  If
he let go then I would fire head first right into them.

   Victor seems cruel sometimes but I doubt he would want to give me head
trauma.  That said, I still proceed rather cautiously.  It isn't long
though before the pleasure takes charge and I find myself bucking back and
forth as fast and hard as I can.

   The room is filled with our grunts of pleasure and the slapping sound of
my ass cheeks against his thighs.

   Slap!  Slap!  Slap!

   The sound becomes almost hypnotic.  We are going at it for at least 5
minutes before I realize that I've been taking the full length of his dick
for most of that time.

   Victor's dick fits so good that I can't help but feel a small kind of
love for it.  It is certainly a good reason to pick him as my mentor.  I
don't want to have sex with men but if I'm going to have too then Victor's
dick is perfect for it.  It's not only the perfect size but the nice brown
color makes it even look prettier.  I can definitely think of worse cocks
to worship 300 hours a year.

   Unfortunately, there were a lot of unknown factors with Victor.

   For example, I suspect he would make me worship his cock a lot more than
the required 300 hours.  He would probably have me staying at his house
almost full time.  Or worse, he might spend most of his time over at my
house where the rest of my family can watch.  While growing up I never seen
any training going on in my house but I'm sure that will probably change
now that they don't have to keep the training a secret from me anymore.

   Another major concern is how much time my dad seems to spend with
Victor. I seldom ever got to go to Victor's house, yet dad seems to spend a
lot of time there.  I highly suspect that dad and Victor share all the kids
they mentor.  If my dad isn't mentoring people at our house then he has to
be doing it somewhere.  It only makes sense that it would be at Victor's
place.  If that is true then that means picking Victor would be about the
same as picking my dad.  I would probably end up worshiping my dad's dick
just as much as I would Victor's.

   My final big concern is my sisters.  I highly suspect that my two oldest
sisters picked Victor as their mentor.  I have no real solid proof of this
but there are a lot of little things.  For example, Beth and Mary both have
maid's outfits in their closet.  They have several other costumes also. 
Amber has a few costumes as well.  However, Amber doesn't have a maid
outfit and I am pretty sure her mentor is the Dean.  Like I said, it isn't
solid proof but it makes me wonder.

   I've also noticed that Beth and Mary always stick together.  They also
seem to give Victor a lot more respect than Amber does.  Amber is
respectful but she often says "Uncle Victor" to him and not "Sir" like Beth
and Mary do.

   Now that I think about it, a lot of the girls in Victor's stories sound
a lot like Beth and Mary.  The same build, hair color, etc.

   I doubt this and the other things I've noticed would ever hold up in
court.  However, it is enough to make me take serious pause as selecting
him as a mentor.

   "Oh, I love your cock," I whisper.

   I blush and pray that Victor didn't actually hear me say it.  Victor
doesn't laugh so I suspect he didn't.  I just hope that the microphone on
the camera isn't sensitive enough to pick it up.

   I bite my lower lip in order to keep quiet.  I keep bucking back and
forth on his dick though.

   There is only so much pleasure you can get from rubbing your anal clit.
I've long since reached my peak in this regard.  I'm basically having one
long anal orgasm right now.  I don't have to look down to know that cum is
dripping from my tube.  I feel like I'm just inches away from having a
normal climax or possibly something 10 times better.  I know it is
impossible to close that small gap, yet I can't help but try.

   "Such a good girl!" Victor grunts from behind me.

   Victor is getting very close to cumming.  It won't be long and he will
be filling my hole with his warm gooey cum.  The thought is disgusting, yet
somehow increases my pleasure a little.  Part of me even looks forward to
his cum swimming around inside me.  However, another part hopes that he can
hold off for at least another 5 or 10 minutes.  This is by far the longest
anal climax I've had so far.  It is possible that something even more
pleasurable will happen if the climax continues long enough.

   "Fuck!" Victor suddenly yells as his climax begins.

   Victor lets go of my hands but he grabs my waist before I can fly into
the cabinets.  His grip is almost painfully tight.  He stands up behind me
and starts slamming into my hole.  At the same time he jerks me back and
forth by my hips.  Victor is so brutal that it actually scares me a little.
It doesn't really hurt though.  In fact, Victor taking full control like
this somehow increases the pleasure.  Still, he is grunting and slamming
into me so viciously that he seems more like an animal riding me than a
human.

   Victor hammers into me like this for almost a minute before he suddenly
freezes.  I then feel my insides fill up with his warm sperm.

   "Uncle Victor is breeding my hole!" the voice in my head says over and
over.

   My toes curl up and I feel this kind of glow inside me.  It is hard to
explain the feeling.  It is more of a mental pleasure than a physical one.
I guess the best description would be to call it a mental orgasm.  It is
kind of like when I get a test paper back from my teacher and see that I
scored 100 percent... which doesn't happen often.  Only this feels sexual
in nature and is a thousand times better.

   Victor shutters for about a minute and gives several more humps before
his climax finally subsides.  When he finally lets go of my hips I start
humping back and forth on his dick again.  Victor stays pretty hard but it
is clear he doesn't plan to breed me a second time today.  He lets me hump
him for almost two minutes though before he finally pushes me away.  I can
only guess that those two minutes were some kind of reward for being such a
good girl.  Feeling his warm cum getting churned around inside me creates
another small mental orgasm but not a real one like I so desire.  It is
still a nice reward though.

   "That is enough for today," Victor informs me as he slowly pushes my
plug into place.  "If you are a good girl then maybe your daddy will give
you some dick when he visits later."

   I blush at the thought of my dad breeding me.  As I lick Victor's dick
clean, I'm ashamed to admit that I have a quick fantasy about how my dad's
curved dick might feel sliding in and out of my hole.  I fantasize about it
for almost two minutes.  However, I start to come down from my sexual high
and soon find myself utterly disgusted by the fantasy.  I'm also disgusted
with myself for fantasizing about it in the first place.

   There is clearly a schedule for today because Victor doesn't hang around
long.  Like the Dean, he just has me clean his cock and then dresses and
leaves.

   I feel like taking a bath in order to get Victor's smell off me.  A
quick enema would be nice also.  However, I'm scared my father might show
up at any moment.  Instead, I decide to just change clothes.  I decide to
go with my yellow dress instead of my school uniform.  The yellow dress
looks better and it covers a lot more.

   Once I get the dress on I decide it is best to touch up my makeup.  It
is a good thing also.  The makeup isn't that bad but I quickly discover I'm
still wearing the maid's hat/headband.  It would have been very
embarrassing if my dad seen me wearing that; especially if maids outfits
are a common thing with Victor.

   I do my touchups and then wait... and wait... and wait.  I guess I had
time for that bath after all.  I don't dare take one now.  The odds of my
dad showing up are much higher now than they were earlier.

   Everyone today has acted like they were on a schedule.  I just wish
someone had given me a copy of it.  They could have at least let me know
how much time I would have between visitors.

   I wonder what this time block was set aside for.  Was it so I could
bathe?  Or, did they just want me to sit here and worry about what my dad
might have planned for me?  I'm guessing it was probably both.  However, I
think Victor rushed out of here in order to give me the false impression
that my dad would arrive any second.  This way I would skip the bath and
end up facing my dad with the smell of Victor still on me.  And of course I
fell for it hook, line and sinker.

   I sit and wait for another 15 minutes before I hear the door down the
hall open.  I don't have to look out into the hall to know it is daddy. 
Who else could it be?  Butterflies start flapping around in my tummy.  This
will be the first time I've seen daddy since my cock sucking lesson on
Monday.  Well, unless you count all the times he visited the hole at my
door.  I only ever saw his cock and balls during those visits though.

   I want to climb into one of the cabinets and hide.  Unfortunately, that
isn't an option.  Instead, I decide to stand next to the Christmas tree. 
This way, when he opens the door I can give him a big hug and kind of hide
in his arms for a moment or two.  Plus, despite how angry I am with him he
is still my father and a hug would feel real good right now.  The hug will
not only help me face my father again but it might even convince him not to
do whatever nasty thing they told him to do to me today.  My father has
allowed my training to go this far so I doubt he will back out now.  Still,
there is always that small chance.

   As I stand there I notice voices coming from down the hall.  Voices...
as in plural!  I quickly go to my hole.  I can't see down the hall but I
can hear much better.  I hear my dad's voice followed by a woman's voice.
For a second I think maybe he is with one of my trainers.  However, I then
hear a third younger voice.  The voices are distorted a little by the
echoing in the hallway but I quickly realize who is out there.  The present
under the tree didn't say "dad" on it; it said "Dad and family"!

   I back away from the door in horror.  I can't let my mom and sisters see
me like this!  God, why would my father even think about bringing them
here!

   I look around the room frantically.  I have no clue what I'm looking for
but hope something will spark an idea.  The bed goes all the way to the
floor so hiding under there isn't an option.  There are some cabinets large
enough for me but they are higher up.  I don't have time to climb up into
one.  As they reach my door I decide my only option is to run into the
bathroom.  As I rush into the bathroom I close the door part way.

   Closing the bathroom door is a major violation.  If one of my trainers
were here I would get a spanking just for touching it.  I'm hoping my dad
isn't aware of this rule or that he might at least overlook it since it is
only half closed.

   The half closed door doesn't make me feel all that secure.  However, at
least now they will have to open it all the way or stick their head inside
in order to see me.  I'm hoping they won't take the risk of accidently
catching me doing something nasty in here like giving myself an enema.

   "Janice, we're here!" Mary, my oldest sister, says as they walk inside.

   I sit on the toilet just in case someone looks in.  I remain as quiet
and still as possible, but my brain is going a million miles an hour.  I
know I have to go out there, yet I will die of embarrassment if I do.  It
is a horrible feeling.  It reminds me of the first time I jumped off the
high dive at the pool.  The fall seemed to last forever and the whole way
down I wished I hadn't jumped.  However, no amount of wishing or praying
stopped me from hitting the water below.

   "Are you in there Janice?" I hear my mom ask from just outside the door.

   "Y...yes, I'll be out in a minute," I quickly say before she can look
inside.

   Thankfully, Amber notices my fancy makeup kit and I hear her and the
others start talking about it.  The distraction buys me some time but not
much.

   One of them finds the remote to my TV and turns it on.  I hear them
flick through a few channels.  I pray that they don't find the channel that
displays the bathroom.

   "Cool, he can attend class without even leaving his room," I hear Amber
say.

   It is nice being referred to as a "he" instead of a "she".  However, I'm
mainly pleased because they are viewing one of the empty classrooms and not
the bathroom feed.  I get concerned though when they turn the channel again
and I hear voices coming from the TV.  At first I hear the Dean's voice.  A
few seconds later I hear Danielle's.  It isn't until I hear my voice that I
realize what they are watching.  It is a recording of the Dean's visit
earlier!

   I jump up and rush to the door.  I don't want to go out there but I sure
as hell don't want them to see what is about to happen on that TV!  I take
a deep breath and step outside.

   I blush profusely as everyone turns away from the TV in order to look at
me.  The voice in my head begs for Janice to take over but all I hear are
echoes in the dark.

   The room fills with a bunch of "ohs" and "ahs".  My mom gives me a big
hug but my brain is in such shock that I barely notice.  I then hear a
flood of questions and comments.  The wild thing is that I hear myself
answering them.  It is similar to when Janice takes over.  However, it
still feels like I'm in full control.  I also can't sense a second person
in my head like I normally do.  Is it possible Janice and I have merged
into one?  It would certainly explain why I seemed to get extra enjoyment
out of being bred today.  Does this mean I'm now officially Janice?  I'm
not sure I like the idea of this merging.

   I don't get much time to think about it; I'm too busy answering
everyone's questions.  Mary and Beth's questions seem focused on just
embarrassing me.  Thankfully, mom and dad chastise them each time they get
out of line.  I enjoy Amber's questions the most.  For example, she asks
questions about my makeup kit and whether I know how to use everything in
it.  When I point out the items I don't know how to use yet she seems
excited about possibly teaching me.

   "I doubt they will be letting me come home any time soon," I inform her.
"They will probably teach me everything before they let me out of here."

   "I might be able to arrange a visit or two," my father chirps in.

   I'm pretty sure dad is talking about Amber visiting me and not the other
way around.  The thought of her getting to visit me is still nice.  There
is something about the look in my dad's eye though that tells me Amber and
I would be doing a lot more than just sharing beauty tips.  I've had sex
with Amber before so I'm sure it won't be all that bad.  It certainly won't
be any worse than having sex with a man.  I just hope Amber already knows
where my ass clit is.  It would be embarrassing to have to teach her how to
find it.

   As we all talk back and forth I covertly get my hands on the remote and
turn the TV off.  It is a good thing to since the scene was about to get
rather raunchy.  I have to wonder who exactly put the video on the channel
to begin with.  It sounds like something the Dean or Victor would do.  I
will have to ask Ray the next time I see him... assuming he is the guard
today.

   Having my family visit me is extremely embarrassing but I have to admit
that it is also comforting in a way.  Or at least it feels comforting once
we are about 15 minutes into the visit.  It is like a huge weight has been
lifted off my shoulders.  I don't have to worry any more about what my mom
and sisters will say when they see dressed up like a girl.  That is behind
us now.

   Well, at least some of it is behind us.  I know there are still a lot of
hurdles to get past.  Like the first time daddy or some other man has sex
with me in front of one of them.  There is no doubt in my mind that it will
eventually happen.  Hell, they almost just saw it happen on the TV.

   I do my best to push these unpleasant thoughts out of my head.  Instead,
I focus on our conversations.  It is weird how much we have to talk about.
Especially considering how little we normally talked before all of this
began.  Most of our conversations aren't even about my training.  A lot of
it is just me catching up with everything going on in the outside world. 
There are an amazing number of things too.  It is like I've been away from
home for over a year.  I know it certainly feels that way.

   One big item is that Mary just got her driver's license.  There is talk
of my parents buying her a car.  My dad acts like she will have to wait
until she is 18 before getting a car.  However, I can tell he is probably
already shopping for one.  My guess is that he will give it to her next
month on her birthday.  Mary and I don't get along and I normally bitch
whenever my parents buy her something special.  However, Mary has been a
student at this school for almost 10 years now.  That means a lot more to
me now than it did just a few weeks ago.  She has more than earned that
car. Of course, that doesn't mean I won't use this against my parents the
next time I want them to buy me something expensive.

   While this is big, the thing that really stuns me is the news that Beth
now has her own room.  While Beth spends most of her time in Mary's room,
she actually shares a room with Amber.  Or at least she did.  However, if
she now has a room to herself then that means Amber has a room to herself
also.

   "Where am I supposed to stay?" I ask in confusion.

   "In my room, silly," Amber giggles.

   Mary and Beth laugh also.  However, their laughs seem more teasing.

   I blush but don't say anything.  I'm far from happy though.  Amber and I
shared a room up until I was about 6 years old.  I've had a room all to
myself ever since then and I've gotten pretty used to it.  It just doesn't
seem fair that they would now make me share again.  Of course, there is
also the obvious problem of having a 13 year old boy and a 14 year old girl
sharing a room.  What will my friends and other people say?

   Oh, God!  My friends!  What will they say when they see me dressed like
this!?  The answer comes to me just as quick as the question did.  They
won't say anything because I will never let them find out.  I will avoid
them like the plague.  Even if they saw me they probably wouldn't recognize
me anymore.  As far as they are concerned, Jack ran away from home, died,
or whatever story my parents plan to tell everyone.  I don't want to lose
my friends but it is much better than the alternative.

   For a second I feel relieved that this future problem has been avoided.
However, it dawns on me that my parents might go a completely different
route.  They might decide to just tell everyone that I'm one of those
intersex people or whatever the term is that my biology book calls them. 
That I'm one of those people that are born looking male but have female
genes and stuff inside.  Oh, God, I bet they do plan too!  They are going
to tell everyone that I want to let my female hormones take over and that
they have agreed to allow it.

   I pray that I'm wrong but I already know I'm right.  It is the perfect
story.  They don't have to explain what happened to Jack or where Janice
came from.  My slowly growing boobies and female figure will prove the
story.  The only way to disprove the story would be to catch them feeding
me the estrogen.  Hell, even that wouldn't necessarily prove much.  They
could just say the doctor prescribed it.  It would be true also.

   The more I think about it the sicker I feel.  The only bright side is
that my family will probably try to keep it a secret as long as possible.
After all, the greater the number of people that find out about it the
greater the chance they will realize that I'm attending what is supposed to
be an all girl's school.  Even though I have a penis I will probably still
be considered a girl.  So, my parents and the school won't get into trouble
for letting me attend.  However, it would probably taint the school a
little.  Of course, the touchy feely way people are today it might actually
help the school's reputation.

   I doubt it is a risk they would want to take.  So, they will probably
use a cover story and only use this story if someone pokes around too much.
Or at least I hope.  Regardless, if they generate all the medical paperwork
like I suspect they will then that means my power over them will be all but
gone.  I won't be able to just expose my cock in the classroom in order to
get free.  Not that this plan had much chance of success anyway.  In fact,
exposing myself would be the worst thing for me.  The school would end up
no worse off and I would still be a student.  Only now everyone would know
my little "secret".  They wouldn't need to move me to the secret area of
the school in order to "train" me.  They could just do it right in front of
all the other girls.  I'm also sure they would take it a lot harder on me
also.

   "What do you think, Janice?" Amber asks me.

   "Sure," I reply despite not having a clue what they are talking about.

   I was so deep in thought that I must have missed at least 5 minutes of
their discussion.  All I remember is it having something to do with Amber
and my room.

   "Cool!" Amber replies and almost jumps up and down with joy.  "I will
pick some wallpaper out tomorrow.  Thanks for letting me choose.  You are
the best little sister ever!"

   Fuck!  Why didn't I ask her to repeat the question?  Amber has a thing
for pink and I can only imagine what she will choose.  I just hope that
wallpaper is the only thing I just agreed too.  If she had it her way we
would end up with pink walls, carpet and bed sheets.  All of them would
have imprints of the Powerpuff Girls on them also.  A little pink does
sound nice, but no way would I want the whole place dripping with it.  We
need some variety.  Maybe some whites, reds and yellows mixed in.

   Talking to my family like this makes me feel like I will be home soon.
It is a nice thought.  However, I know it isn't true.  My guess is that I
will be locked down in here for at least another month.  After that they
will probably let me out one or two days a week so I can visit my mentor at
his house.  It will probably be at least two or three more months before
they even consider letting me go home.  It is enough to make me want to
cry. I do my best to push it out of my head.  It feels so much better to
just pretend I'm going home tomorrow.

   We end up talking for well over an hour before it comes time for them to
leave.  We get so caught up in our discussions that we almost forget about
their presents.  In addition to the present under the tree, each also
brought me a present of their own.

   Amber is extremely excited about having a new sister and insists I open
her present first.  Inside is a short one-piece dress.  It is pink of
course.  It is also a hand-me-down.  This dress was bought new for Beth,
then given to Amber.  Now I have it.  It is one of Amber's favorites though
so the gift does mean a lot to me.  Mom and dad buy us lots of stuff but
they give us virtually nothing for allowance.  So, it's not like Amber
could have gone out and bought me something new.

   I'm actually rather surprised when I open up Beth and Mary's presents. I
expect to find something embarrassing or crummy.  However, instead Beth
gave me one of her ankle bracelets and Mary gave me one of her necklaces.
They are both just plain thin gold chains and certainly not the best items
in their collection but they are still pretty nice.

   I give all three sisters a big hug.  You don't see that too often in our
house.  I truly am grateful to them also.  The pink dress will give me
another outfit to wear in here until I get home and the jewelry will give
me more options to accessorize.  Unfortunately, I can't wear all my jewelry
at once.  The school only allows 3 pieces of visible jewelry and the
earrings count as two.  Still, having too much jewelry to choose from is
better than not enough.

   My cheery mood is quickly spoiled when I get to dad's present.  This is
the present that has been under my tree for the past week.  I've weighed
it, shaken it, squeezed it and still have no clue what it is.  Beth and
Mary giggle as I open it.  Something tells me they already know what is
inside and it isn't anything I'm going to be happy about.

   I open the box and discover a large briefcase of sorts.  It is way
thicker than a normal briefcase though.  Beth and Mary start laughing
hysterically as I unclasp the case and open it.  Inside the case is a set
of butt plugs.  Later I would discover that it is actually a half set of
plugs.  It is plugs 6 through 10.  These go from sizes 2.75" to 4.25".  So,
I guess they expect me to be at plug 6 by the time I leave here.  Maybe I
will be here a lot longer than I thought.

   I don't think about any of this now.  Right now I'm just mortified that
dad would give this to me... for Christmas... in front of the rest of the
family!  I'm so humiliated that I start crying.  I turn away from everyone
and bury my head in my pillow.

   I think Beth and Mary feel bad because their laughter quickly
disappears. I feel mom's hand rubbing my back and neck in order to help
calm me down.

   "Don't feel bad," Amber whispers to me.  "You should have seen what dad
bought us when we first starting school here."

   "Amber, don't you dare!" Mary growls.

   Mary's outburst makes me laugh into my pillow.  Whatever my dad gave
them must have been just as bad, if not worse than my plugs.  Amber doesn't
give up the secret but I know I will eventually get it out of her.  We are
going to be roommates after all.

   It takes me a minute but I manage to get my tears under control.  I wipe
the tears off on my pillow case and sit back up.  Mom gives me a big hug.

   "You are going to hate my present more," she lightly whispers to me. 
"Don't let it bother you.  There is a good reason I got it for you."

   I ask everyone if it is okay for me to open mom's present later but dad
insists I open it now.  I can't imagine what could be worse than plugs.  In
fact, as I unwrap her package I convince myself nothing could possibly be
worse.  I quickly discover otherwise.

   I peak inside the box.  My face turns beat red as I quickly close it.

   "Please, no!" I beg when my dad tries to take the box from me.

   My reluctance to turn over the box only makes my dad more curious.  He
finally manages to pull it from my hands.

   "Sierra!" dad says when he sees the contents.

   "Mom!" Amber says as dad lowers the box far enough for my sisters to
see.

   Beth and Mary just start laughing again.

   I blush and start crying but manage to stand my ground.  Mom told me not
to let it bother me but how could I not?  Sitting there in front of us is a
huge 10" long, 2.5" thick dildo attached to a harness.

   "What?!" mom replies in defense.  "His mentor might have a wife or
daughter.  They will need something like this if they are going to help in
the training sessions."

   While I am horrified by the gift, I notice dad seems extremely pissed.
It takes me several seconds to figure out why.  The Dean, Victor and the
doctor are all single.  The Dean has Denise but she has a cock and wouldn't
need this device.

   This gift is mom's way of letting me know exactly what I would be
agreeing too if I pick dad as my mentor.  She knows that if I pick him then
he will involve my mom and sisters in my training.  I pretty much already
guessed this.  However, it is still nice of her to give the warning.  I
want to give her a big hug for looking out for me like this but I'm scared
everyone else will get the wrong impression.  They might think I'm actually
happy for the gift itself.  Mom can tell though that I figured it out and
gives me a quick wink when no one else is watching.

   Needless to say, dad is ready for the party to end.  I suspect him and
mom will have a fight later tonight.  Of course it wouldn't be an official
holiday if they didn't fight about something.

   Dad tells everyone to go on out to the car and wait.

   "The Dean asked me to take care of something for him," dad informs them.

   One of my dad's main jobs is punishing students so it doesn't take a
genius to figure out what is coming.

   "Uh-oh!" Mary laughs when she hears this.  "Somebody has been naughty."

   It is mom's turn to give dad a harsh look.  She probably thinks dad is
just punishing me because he is angry right now.  That's a possibility but
my guess is that he is telling the truth.  This sounds like something the
Dean would arrange.  I've done several things that warrant punishment but I
don't think the Dean is aware of any of them.  My guess is that this
punishment is more of his way of saying "Merry Christmas".

   Mom doesn't say anything to dad.  She just gives me a big hug and tells
me everything will be okay.  Amber gives me a big hug also.  However, she
gives me a quick kiss on the lips at the end of the hug.  We have done a
lot worse than kiss but it still makes me blush.  I guess the kiss isn't
that unusual for two sisters.  However, despite the dress and makeup I'm
still her brother and the kiss feels a bit awkward.

   To my surprise, Mary comes in for a hug also.

   "Don't you dare pick Victor," she whispers before breaking the hug.

   Beth doesn't do anything.  She just stands there and waits until my mom
and other two sisters are gone.  Dad tells her to leave but she refuses.

   "You promised!" Beth tells my dad.

   Dad takes her to the hall and I hear them argue back and forth.  I can't
make much of it out but it sounds like dad promised she could watch me be
punished.  Apparently, dad didn't mean this time.  I'm a bit distraught at
the thought of being punished at all so at first I can't figure out why he
would agree to let her watch one punishment but not this one.

   "It is going to be a full punishment," I hear my dad explain to Beth.

   I blush and swallow hard when I hear this.  The school has a variety of
codes for various types of punishments.  "Full punishment" is not one of
those codes.  However, I know from my time working here that when my dad
says "full punishment" that he means a punishment followed by some kind of
sexual act.  Dad told me once that sometimes when he is horny he will even
change a normal punishment into a full one; especially if the girl in
question is extra pretty.  I doubt that is the case here.  He seems very
reluctant to let Beth watch.  That tells me he isn't proud or looking
forward to administering the punishment.

   There is very little question in my mind as to why Beth wants to watch.
She is by far the meanest of my sisters.  I'm pretty sure it is because of
her age.  Mary is the oldest so she gets all the new clothes, computers and
toys and stuff.  Amber is my youngest sister and she is constantly spoiled
by my parents and can get away with about anything.  Beth, however, is
right in the middle.  She gets no special treatment at all... unless making
life a living hell for Amber and I is considered a "special treat"... which
for Beth it seems to be.

   As they argue outside I reconsider hiding in one of the cabinets.  I
already have a punishment coming so how much more trouble could I actually
get into?  Okay, it could be a lot worse.  I decide it is best to just face
the music.

   I feel relieved when dad walks back in without Beth in tow.  I swallow
hard though when I hear the door to the observation room open and then
close.  Beth is going to watch through the one way mirror!

   "Beth went..."

   "Do you remember the punishment I gave Danielle?" my dad interrupts.

   I nod yes... how could I forget?  I'm horrified at the thought of
getting a similar punishment.  However, I'm equally concerned about Beth
watching.  I don't try to say anything else though.  It is already clear
that dad is aware she is in there.  If I say anything else then he will
probably have her come in here and watch everything up close.  He might
even have her participate.

   "Get into position," dad orders.

   I blush and start crying as I get undressed.  As my dress comes off I
take a quick glance at the one way mirror.  I just know Beth is in there
laughing at my cock cage, ball weight and plug.  I force myself to stop
crying.  If she is going to watch me be punished then I want to act like a
man and not a sissy.

   Dad is standing in the exact same spot he was when he punished Danielle.
So, I get down on my hands and knees in the same position Danielle was in.
My asshole squeezes the 1.75" plug tightly as I nervously wait for my
punishment to begin.  I get a bit confused when I realize my cock is
pressing hard against the end of the tube.  Why would I be getting hard at
a time like this?

   You have no idea how horrible a spanking like this is.  Yes, cum leaks
out and there are tiny sparks of pleasure but it is mixed in with tons of
pain.  It is a very uncomfortable and scary experience.  There is no reason
I should be getting excited while thinking about it... right?

   My whole body jerks when I feel my dad's large hand gently touch my rear
end.  His hand is almost big enough to reach across both my ass cheeks. 
Fuck this is going to hurt.  His warm hand softly glides back and forth on
my rump.  He even lets it dip down a few times in order to caress my
weighted balls.

   "Oh," I grunt as my cock presses harder against the end of its tube.

   I know my spanking isn't far away when I feel dad start to rub harder
and give my ass cheeks large squeezes.  While I was janitor I got to see
dad spank several girls.  He often squeezed their asses like this just
seconds before starting the actual spanking.  He claimed that it was
necessary in order to judge their muscle tone and stuff... so he knows how
hard he can hit them without causing any serious bruises.

   Butterflies flap around in my tummy as my dad analyzes my rump.  Dad is
an office man and yet the skin on his right hand is a little rough and
thick.  These are calluses he has acquired from the thousands of spankings
he has administered over the years.

   SLAP!

   "OH!" I yell as the first hit lands.

   I feel pain on both my left and right ass cheek.  However, half of the
hit landed right on my plug as well and it feels like someone just punched
my ass clit.  My hips lurch forward and start humping the air under me.

   "One, daddy!" I manage to say as I get my body back under control.

   "Sir" or "Headmaster" probably would be more appropriate than "daddy".
Dad doesn't correct me.  He does, however, remind me that I'm supposed to
push my plug out for each hit.

   This reminder, however, just makes me squeeze my plug even harder.  I
don't want any more of daddy's hard spanks.  I don't say it out loud but
dad gets the message.

   "Be a good girl," he growls.

   Reluctantly, I loosen my ass muscles and push out on the plug.

   SLAP!

   "Oh, fuck!" I scream as the plug pounds back inside.

   Right about the same time I feel something splash against my knees.  I
can't tell if it is cum or piss.

   Most of my focus is on my plug but I do glance down to verify that it is
indeed cum.  I manage to get control of my hips again just as the plug is
starting to slide outward on its own.  I catch it in time in order to delay
the next hit.  However, with hits like these it won't be long before I
loose complete control of my plug.

   "Two... daddy!" I say between deep breaths.

   My asshole has a death grip on the plug and it takes all my willpower to
loosen and let it slide back out.

   "Please don't spank me anymore, daddy!" the voice in my head begs as the
plug slowly slides outward.

   SLAP!

   "Oh!" I scream as I start humping the air again and more cum splashes
down below.

   Fuck, daddy knows how to spank!  He's milking me and I don't feel any
tingles at all.  All I feel is the stinging pain radiating from my ass and
all the way up through my body.

   "Three, daddy!" I huff.

   SLAP!

   "Owie!" I yell out.

   This hit catches me off guard.  I didn't get control of the plug in time
and it slid out too far.

   "Four, d..."

   SLAP!

   "Oh!"

   Oh, no!  It's happening already!  I've lost control of the plug!

   "Fi..."

   SLAP!

   "Oh!"

   SLAP!

   SLAP!

   "Oh!  Fu..."

   SLAP!

   "Please stop, daddy!" I try to say but it just comes out as a scream of
pain.

   SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

   I scream throughout the onslaught.  I try to crawl away during it but
dad's other hand has too good of a grip on me.

   I continue screaming for almost 15 seconds before I realize he has
stopped.

   "Thank you, daddy," I manage to say through my tears.

   I'm anything but thankful though.  Or at least I'm not at first. 
However, as his large hand gently rubs my rump and holds my plug in place I
realize that not a single hit landed on my weighted nuts.  They swung
around a lot down there but never actually got hit.

   "Daddy still loves me," the voice in my head assures me.

   That spanking hurt like hell but it could have been much worse had he
brought my balls into play.

   I'm thinking about this when I feel my dad trying to position me
differently.  It takes me a few seconds to remember I'm supposed to back up
and then lean down and lick my mess up.  As I get into position I hear this
loud tapping sound.

   I blush profusely when I realize it is Beth tapping on the other side of
the mirror.  I had forgotten she was even there.  I chastise myself for
yelling and crying so much during my punishment; so much for not acting
like a sissy in front of her.

   At first I think the tapping is just to remind me she is in there. 
However, when dad angles me to the side I realize that she is actually
letting us know she needs a better view.  This embarrasses me even further.
I start crying again when I look down and see the large pool of milky
fluid. I can't believe my sister is going to watch me slurp all of this up!
I just want to curl up in a ball and die.  I'm a good girl for daddy though
and lick and suck up all my mess.

   My head is still spinning from all the humiliation as dad starts
positioning me again.  Before I know it I'm sitting up on my heels. 
Sitting like this holds my plug in for me.  It isn't until I hear my dad
unzip his pants that I remember what the other purpose of this position is
for.

   "No, daddy!" the voice in my head screams.  "Not in front of Beth!"

   I don't say it out loud but as I look up into my dad's eyes I can tell
he knows what I am thinking.

   "Be a good girl for daddy," he whispers as his right hand goes to the
side of my head and gently rests there.

   I can't believe daddy is actually going to make me do this in front of
Beth!  I'm mortified with embarrassment but for a moment I'm also steaming
with anger at my father for doing this.  However, as I look to my left I
realize his arm is blocking my view of the mirror.  Beth can still see most
of my face but at least now I can pretend dad and I are alone.

   As a thank you, I lean forward and give the head of daddy's hard dick a
delicate kiss.  The head is soaking wet from his precum.  It is disgusting
yet makes me happy and proud to know that daddy loves me so much.

   I pull my head back a few inches and lick my lips so I can taste daddy's
manly flavor.  For some reason the perversion of the act makes me tingle
inside.  It is one of my naughty tingles and I know it is wrong to enjoy it
while tasting daddy.  However, any kind of tingle feels good after that
horrible spanking.

   I lean back in and lap at the head of his cock with my tongue so I can
taste more of him.  I then seal my lips to it and suck on his pee hole like
I would a straw.  I get almost a full teaspoon of precum as a reward.  God,
that was naughty!

   "I can't believe I did that in front of Beth," the voice in my head says
as I let daddy's precum slide down my throat.

   I go in for another drink of daddy's naughty juice but there isn't much
there.  I know how to make more though.  I lean forward further so I can
lick the stem of his dick.  However, this causes my rump to lift off my
heels.  This in turn allows my plug to start to slip out.  I try to hold
the plug in place but my hole is too loose from my spanking.  It also has
this kind of throbbing numbness to it that makes it hard for me to control
my muscles back there.  When I try to squeeze my plug I just seem to make
it push out further.

   I quickly sit back on my heels in order to push the plug back inside. 
It may be kind of numb back there but the insertion still sends a few
tingles through my sore ass clit.

   I grab hold of daddy's upper legs and try to pull him forward but he
won't budge.

   "Ah!" he growls when I prepare to shuffle forward.

   It isn't until his growl that I remember what Danielle had to do when
faced with this situation.  In order to keep from losing my plug I will
have to keep leaning forward and then sitting back on my heels in order to
push the plug back in.  Basically, I will be fucking myself with the plug
while I suck my father off.

   The naughty perverseness of it makes my dick press hard against the end
of my tube.  However, I remember how sore my ass clit is right now.  For
some reason this doesn't make my cock soften up any... not that the tube
lets me get fully hard anyway.  God, this new cage is so frustrating!  If
only the tube was a few inches longer.

   As I sit there preparing myself I take a moment to admire daddy's dick.
I've seen it up close like this many times now but this is the first time
I've really noticed how beautiful it is.  Maybe I was too hasty in
eliminating him as my mentor.  I know from experience that his cock is the
perfect size for my throat.  Even the slight bend in it somehow makes it
fit better.  His is the only cock that seems to somehow make my throat
tingle when I deep throat it.  I also know he loves me more than all the
other mentor candidates put together.  It's certainly worth thinking about.

   I feel daddy's fingers weave into my hair and I know I have to go into
action before he decides to force me.  The thought of daddy forcing me to
suck him sends naughty tingles through my tummy.  If he takes control
though then I no doubt will lose the plug.  That would mean another
spanking.  I'm not sure I could live through another of daddy's spankings
this soon.

   I lean forward and take his cock into my mouth.  I barely get past the
head though before I have to lean back on my heels again.  I move much
faster on my next attempt and I get just over half of daddy's dick down my
throat.

   "Mmm," I moan in both pain and pleasure as I lean back and reseed my
plug once more.

   The plug came almost all the way out that time.  It made my toes curl
when I forced it back in.  I have to take a few breaths and let my insides
settle down before I'm able to get myself to try another plunge.

   This time I try squeezing my plug before I lean forward.  This seems to
help a lot.  I'm able to take most of his dick into my throat and even
savor it a moment before the plug slides too far out.

   "Uh!" I grunt as I reset it.

   The room becomes a series of grunts as I work on daddy's dick.  The
grunts start out in about 10 second intervals.  It isn't long though before
they are only 2 seconds apart and I'm thoroughly fucking my hole with the
plug and working on daddy's cock.

   "Such a naughty girl," daddy starts moaning.

   Daddy is feeding me tons of precum so I know he really means, "good
girl".  I can tell that he is getting very close to cumming.  This makes me
work even harder on his cock.

   Daddy makes a special grunt whenever he cums.  His dick also throbs for
about 10 seconds beforehand.  I hear the grunt and feel the throb but he
doesn't step forward and bury his dick into my throat like I expect. 
Instead, he holds his ground.

   "You are going to make a mess, daddy!"

   I want to warn him but I'm too busy bobbing back and forth on his cock.

   The first shot of cum starts in my mouth and finishes in my throat.  I
try to keep his dick deep in my throat for the rest but my plug is almost
all the way out and I have to quickly lean back on my heels again.  A
second shot of cum splashes against my face just as the plug goes deep in
my ass.  I quickly take his cock back in my throat in order to catch the
next spurt.  The one after that, however, lands on my face again as I
reseed the plug.

   There are a few more spurts but thankfully they aren't as strong.  They
end up in my mouth and on the floor mostly.  Daddy's cock always drools a
lot of cum after he climaxes so I keep bobbing on it.  I do this for almost
a minute before he steps forward and allows me to do a proper cleanup job.
I hold him deep in my throat for almost a minute and then lick his shaft
and balls clean.

   Now that I'm sitting still the tingles from my ass clit begin to
subside. As the tingles go down, my humiliation goes up.  I can't believe
what I just did with daddy in the heat of the moment.  I was acting like a
whore on crack.  I can only imagine what dad and Beth think of me right
now. I feel like crying again but manage somehow to hold the tears back.

   When I finally pull back from his dick I notice dad has a few small cum
stains on the front of his pants.  He notices them also but doesn't seem
angry.  I guess he realizes that the stains aren't really my fault.  There
is nothing I could have done to prevent them.  I just hope that mom and my
other sisters don't notice the stains.  If they do then they will probably
guess what happened in here; not that Beth probably won't tell them anyway.


   Oh no, Beth!  I glance over at the mirror which is in view again.  I
blush at the thought of the show my sister just got.  I just know she is in
there laughing at me right now.

   Dad takes a step back and watches as I use my fingers to wipe my face
and chin clean.  I have to suck my fingers clean 6 times before I get it
all; just another thing for Beth to tell my sisters about.

   It seems so unfair for her to get to see me like this.  True, I got to
see dad treat her the same way.  However, like most of the girls in the
school, she didn't have to do it with a plug up her ass.  Dad also didn't
cum all over her face like he did mine.  On top of all of that, she is a
girl.  It is a lot more embarrassing for me since dad and I are both males.

   As I lean over and lick the floor clean I hear dad tuck himself in and
zip up.  I think he is ashamed of what just happened between us because he
leaves without saying goodbye.

   I sit on the cold floor for over a minute thinking about how horrible
this day has been.

   Knock!  Knock!

   I jerk when I hear the knock at my door.  I hope that isn't dad coming
back for seconds.  No, I'm pretty sure I heard him exit the door down the
hall.  Is it the Dean?  Maybe it is Ray?

   I guess it really doesn't matter who it is.  I know what is required and
quickly go to the door and kneel down.  What I look through the hole what I
see both shocks and scares me.  Standing a couple feet away is Beth!  Dad
was in such a hurry that he forgot to escort her out.

   "I bet you thought I didn't know what this hole was for," she says with
a giggle as she pulls her skirt up and turns around.  "You better do a good
job if you don't want me to tell Amber and Mary what you and daddy just
did."

   Beth pulls her panties down, bends over and presses her ass up against
the hole.  I feel ill at the thought of eating my sister's pussy.  Fucking
her and having her suck my cock is one thing.  However, eating her pussy is
just wrong.  Don't ask me why it is; it just is.

   "You better hurry before dad comes back," she growls.

   I can't believe how cruel Beth can be.  Something tells me that she will
probably be the one to take over the headmaster job when my dad retires. 
She definitely enjoys punishing people.

   I have to press my face hard against the hole and stick my tongue way
out in order to lick her cunt.

   "Oh, good girl," I hear her moan as I flick my tongue back and forth.

   I'm not sure but I think I hear her also say something about me being
better at this than Mary.  I've never seen my sisters "playing" together
but it does not surprise me that they would be required to from time to
time; especially if Victor is both Mary and Beth's mentor.  The thought of
Mary and Beth being forced to eat each other is almost enough to make me
want to choose Victor as my mentor.  I bet my sisters hate doing that.  It
would be fun to tease them about it.  Of course, if I choose Victor then
they will get to see most of my training also.  I'm not so hot about that
idea.

   Beth must have gotten very turned on by watching dad and I.  She is very
wet and cums within two minutes.  Her orgasm seems to last longer than it
took for her to reach it.  She finally settles down but doesn't pull away
from the hole.  She stays there for over a minute as I lap her juices up as
though I was drinking from my water bowl.

   I back away from the hole though when she suddenly lowers her rump.  Her
pussy is now completely out of reach.  At first I think it is just a
mistake on her part.  However, she reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks
wide.  As her asshole comes into view I debate refusing her.  I know that
once I eat her asshole I will probably be her bitch forever.  If she knows
she can get me to do that then she will know she can get me to do about
anything.  And she will probably take advantage of that fact on a regular
basis.  That is just how she is.

   The problem I have is that I know that if I don't do it she will make my
life a living hell in other ways; especially now that I'm bound by all
these stupid school rules.  All she would have to do is steal one homework
assignment and I would be in serious trouble.  Granted, I could do the same
to her.  The only difference is that I don't have the balls to take her on.
She might not be able to beat me up but she is cruel enough to take things
to a level I'm not comfortable with.

   I slowly bend forward and give her asshole a gentle kiss.  She moans and
I give her hole several more tender kisses.

   "Oh!" she moans in both surprise and pleasure as I stick my tongue out
and flick it back and forth across her asshole.

   I chastise myself for not reading her better.  Her surprise tells me
that she wasn't expecting me to use my tongue.  She probably just wanted me
to kiss her asshole a few times in order to prove the point that she could
make me do it.  Unfortunately, now that she knows I'm willing to use my
tongue on her she isn't going to settle for anything less.

   My tongue flicks back and forth for almost a minute.  I'm about to push
it inside her when she suddenly jumps away from the hole and pulls her
panties up.  It takes me a second to realize someone is opening the door
down the hall.  Her dress drops back down in place just as I hear my dad
yell inside if Beth was in here.  She replies and runs down the hall.  A
second later the door closes and they are gone.

   They might physically be gone but mentally they are very much still
present.  I try to push them out of my head but the vision of what just
happened keeps flashing back to me.  I can even still somehow taste and
feel dad's cock in my mouth.  I can taste Beth also.  However, when I get
flashes of Beth I see not only what we did but what I was about to do to
her.  The voice in my head keeps telling me that I didn't actually stick my
tongue up her asshole.  It doesn't do any good though because I know that
next time she will make me do it.

   I know how she is.  She will blackmail, threaten me... pretty much
whatever is needed in order to get me to comply.  She has done it to me
many times in the past, just never for anything sex related.  The messed up
thing is that I doubt she even wants to do sex things with me.  I know she
probably just likes the idea of making me do something I don't want to do.

   The good news is that in the past she only seemed to torment me a couple
times a week.  I think she only does it when she is bored.  Still, I don't
relish the idea of being her little play toy two or three times a week. 
Hopefully she will get tired of it fast.  Just in case, I think I will talk
to Amber about it and see how she deals with Beth.  I'm sure Beth tries to
mess with her a lot more than me.

   I lay on my bed for almost an hour thinking about all of this.  I try to
think of some kind of solution but my brain just ends up going in circles.
Finally I pull myself out of bed and start cleaning my room.  The room
isn't that dirty but it takes my mind off things.  I also take a quick bath
and redo my makeup and hair.  The bath seems to help the most.  The warm
water and pink bubbles relax me and kind of wash away my worries. 
Unfortunately, they all come back once I'm all dolled up again and run out
of things to do.

   "Ah!"

   I let out a girlish scream when my door suddenly opens.  The shock of
the unexpected entry only stuns me for a couple seconds.  My guess is that
it is probably Ray coming in for a "favor".  Other than Danielle, Ray is
the closest thing I have to a friend around here.  That said, I'm really
not in the mood.  It has been a horrible day and I really don't feel like
licking Ray's armpits clean right now.  I know my asshole sure as hell
doesn't feel like taking Ray's huge cock.

   I'm about to ask him to come back tomorrow when I see a man, not Ray,
walk around my Christmas tree and come into view.  I back up against the
headboard of the bed in both shock and confusion.  I probably should be
scared also but this guy is only about 160 pounds.  That's a lot bigger
than me.  However, it is tiny in comparison to Ray and the Dean.

   I do get a little concerned, however, when I see him holding a paddle. I
don't freak out too much though.  That's because I know he isn't an
instructor here.  Trust me, I now know all of the instructors pretty well.
I know their faces, their build, the size and taste of their cocks... hell,
I even know how they like their balls sucked.  He isn't in a position of
authority.  This tells me that he can't do anything that bad to me or Ray
will come in here and kick his ass.

   While I'm able to quickly rule out who he isn't, it takes me a few more
seconds to figure out who he is.  His face is very familiar.  He is all the
way around my bed and at my side before I figure it out.  He is one of the
guys that work in the accounting department.  I remember seeing him there
when I went in to give my pay information.  He didn't serve me but I
remember his face because he gave me the evil eye the whole time.  I
figured he was just jealous because I was getting the job of a lifetime at
the age of 13 and here he was at about 40 to 45 and still working in a back
office with no access to the girls.

   The nasty look he is giving me now, however, tells me that it might be
more than just that.  Maybe it is just the paddle in his hand but this guy
looks really pissed to me.

   "Take the covers off your bed and then get on your stomach in the middle
of it," he growls.

   Who the fuck is this guy to order me around?  He's just a fricking
pencil pusher!  I know how this school works.  This guy has no authority
here.  Hell, he will probably lose his job just for coming into this area
of the school.

   This last thought starts to concern me.  Exactly how did this guy get in
here?  Without proper access it would take a stick of dynamite to get past
that security door.  You would also have to make your way past Ray or
whoever the security guard is tonight.

   The answer is staring me right in the face... the paddle.  This is the
same "SLUT" paddle I selected from the Christmas tree last Friday.  I had
all but forgotten about it.

   I'm still a bit confused but I quickly obey his order.  I slide out of
bed and start removing the covers and pillows.  He is standing a couple
feet behind me and to my side.  I make sure I keep him in the corner of my
eye just in case he decides to swing that nasty paddle at me.  The paddle
is made of black leather and is about a foot long total.  The handle takes
up about 6 inches of that length.  The paddle part itself takes up the
remaining 6 inches and is about 3 to 3.5 inches wide and maybe a quarter
inch thick.  I guess you could argue it is as much a strap as it is a
paddle.

   As I mentioned earlier, inset across one side of the paddle is the word,
"SLUT".  I glanced at the lettering way back but didn't really pay that
much attention to it.  In fact, I didn't give the paddle itself that much
thought.  Sure, I didn't want to get hit with the thing but at the same
time it is so small that it hardly seemed like a major torture device.  I'm
not so sure now that I see this guy holding it.  Plus, I've since
experienced what a belt feels like.  I suspect that this paddle/strap will
hurt at least as much as that belt did.  Plus, if he uses the side with the
letters on it then the air pockets will probably increase that pain.  I
blush when I realize that it will probably leave the impression of the word
"SLUT" on my ass also.  I'm worried a lot more about the pain though than a
little embarrassment.

   I try to neatly fold all of the covers as I take them off but the guy
yells at me to hurry up.  I end up having to just ball them up and lay them
on the floor.  Once everything is off the bed I crawl back up.  I make sure
I do this backward so he can't take a swing as my ass.  If my ass is going
to get paddled then I at least want to know when it is coming.

   The rubber covering on the mattress makes a kind of squeaky sound as I
get into position.  Once I'm in the center I take a deep breath and then
turn over on my stomach.  I expect the paddling to begin immediately but it
doesn't.  Instead, he lays the paddle on the side of the bed and then tells
me to extend my arms out.  When I do he reaches behind the mattress and
grabs one of the chained hand restraints.  The next thing I know my left
wrist is bound to the side of the bed.

   This maneuver really surprises me.  I doubted that he knew about the
restraints.  He has either been in here before or someone told him about
them.  Regardless, I'm not too happy about being tied down.

   There isn't enough room for him to get past the Christmas tree so he has
to climb over the bed to get to the other restraint.  I frown when I see
that he doesn't even bother to take off his shoes to do this.  With the
covers off there is a chance he might rip the plastic on the bed. 
Something that I'm sure I would get blamed for.  He restrains that wrist
and gets back on the bed.

   "Uh!" I grunt when he suddenly pulls my plug out.

   I hear the plug tumble to the floor once he is back on the other side of
the bed again.  I keep that floor pretty clean but I'm sure the plug still
found bits of dirt and sand.  That is going to taste nasty when I clean it
later.

   "Get up on your knees," he barks.

   With my arms stretched straight out it takes a little doing to obey his
order.  As I get on my knees I realize how extra vulnerable this now makes
my rump.  Once I am on my knees he grabs the pillows and some covers and
stuffs them between my tummy and the bed.  He stuffs so much under me that
it raises my knees a couple inches off the bed.  Now my ass is really
vulnerable.

   I actually think about protesting when I feel him grab my left ankle and
pull it far out to the side.  I try to pull it back when I feel the leather
restraint.  He has it buckled though before I can get away.

   "No!  Please, sir!" I beg as he grabs my other ankle.

   I don't give up easy though.  I manage to pull my foot from his hand. 
He tries grabbing it again but I kick around.  I know that once he has that
foot secure then I will be totally helpless.  I will be fully spread out
with my ass high in the air.  My spread legs will even give him a clear
shot at my weighted balls.

   He takes one more grab for my ankle before he gives up.  However, my
victory is short lived.  I hear him take a couple steps.  I turn my head
just in time to see him standing at my side with the paddle raised high
over his head.

   WHACK!

   "AH!" I scream as the paddle makes contact with my left ass cheek.

   Fuck that stings!  I kick around with my free leg at random for almost
30 seconds.  I thought dad's spanking was bad.  This hurts way more!  The
sting lasts way longer also.  A half minute later and it still feels like
he just hit me two seconds ago!

   WHACK!

   "AH!  Owie!" I scream.

   I kick around and start begging for him to stop.

   "No more, please!" I beg.  "I'll be good!"

   I hold my breath and wait for the next hit.  It doesn't come.  Instead I
feel his hand at my free ankle again.  This time I don't resist him.  I
know this will just make me more vulnerable to hits.  However, it buys me
some time.  And besides, it's not like I wasn't already pretty vulnerable.

   The final binding pulls me so taunt that only my forehead, toes and
hands are touching the bed now.  All of the rest of my weight is on the
covers under my belly.  It is very uncomfortable and I can barely breathe.

   "You don't remember me do you?" he asks after a moment of silence.

   I do remember him but he doesn't give me time to reply.

   "We met briefly about 8 or 9 months ago," he informs me.

   Wait... what?  It has only been about 2 months since I saw him in the
accounting office.  I turn my head so I can get another look at his face. I
try to think about everything that went on about a year ago but still come
up blank.  The accounting office is the first place I remember seeing him.

   "Maybe you remember my daughter, Linda?" he growls.

   Oh, fuck!  Linda is the girl whose cherry I took way back.  I don't even
remember ever meeting her father let alone what he looks like.  It's not
like Linda and I were really dating.  We weren't even really friends.  Our
encounter was just one of those things.  Some guys bet me that I couldn't
get my dick in her so I took them up on it.  I sat with her at lunch a few
days and then managed to talk her into skipping class and meeting me in one
of the store rooms behind the stage in the auditorium.  She obviously told
her dad about it.  Why the hell would she do that?

   "There is a reason I never tried to get her enrolled in this school," he
continues.  "I wanted her to grow up pure and innocent like a little girl
should.  You had to go and ruin that though, didn't you?!  You had to force
yourself on her and ruin her forever!"

   I shake my head back and forth but I don't say anything.  I don't feel I
raped Linda but I have to admit that there was a little force involved. 
She seemed okay with touching and kissing but was reluctant to take her top
off.  Getting her pants down was a bit of a struggle.  I could tell she was
close to screaming when I did finally get them down.

   She was crying a little but I calmed her down by promising not to remove
her panties.  I kept my word also.  I got naked and laid on her and we
kissed and ground against each other.  She seemed to settle down a bit and
even start to get into it again.  However, I then pulled her panties to the
side and shoved my dick in.  That is when all the crying and stuff started
again.

   She begged me to stop but I thought it was just because it was
uncomfortable for her since she was still pretty dry.  Okay, maybe I knew
she was a little distraught about losing her cherry also.  However, it was
already gone now... what was the harm in finishing the job?  Hell, from my
perspective she should have been thanking me, not running to daddy.  I not
only got her cherry out of the way for her but the photos I took with my
cell phone made her 10 times more popular.  And no, I didn't put the photos
on Facebook or anything like that.  I didn't even email them to people. 
All I did was show a few friends on my phone and then I deleted them.  I
had to prove I won the bet didn't I?

   All of that said, I think both Linda and her father are blowing things
out of proportion.  Not just about the event but even his reasons for not
enrolling her in this school.  He works here for fucks sake!  How could he
care about any girl's purity when he works at a place like this?  Plus,
he's only a fucking accountant.  Working here might help get your daughter
accepted to the school but it isn't necessarily going to get you free
tuition.  Even I know that much.  The Dean and my dad are the only two that
I know of that get free tuition.  I think even the instructors have to pay
at least 50 percent.  This guy would be lucky to get a 20 percent discount.
That remaining 80 percent though is no doubt way more than he makes in a
year.  So, don't give me this high and mighty bullshit!

   "Do you have any idea what it is like for a 12-year-old girl to have to
get an abortion?" he says with anger dripping off his voice.  "She barely
understood the concept of death and there she was having to abort her
baby!"

   I quickly turn my head and face him again.  Is he serious!?  Did I
really get her pregnant?  She was only 12.  Is that even possible?  It
sounds a lot like a story the Dean might have made up.  Are they just
screwing with my head again?  A couple of my friends blogged about Linda
and I but it's not like it went viral.  It is possible the Dean found out
about it and worked up yet another mind fuck.  If he got a copy of the blog
then he would have all the details to pull it off.  It even mentioned that
I barely knew the girl... thus, I probably wouldn't remember her dad's
face; not that I remember ever even meeting him.

   Still, this guy is very convincing.  Granted, my dad, the Dean and
Danielle had been pretty convincing when playing out the other lies... if
they were lies.  Yet, the anger in this guy's eyes seems very real.  That
would be some serious acting skill for a simple accountant.

   This guy doesn't even flinch when I stare into his eyes.  God, I think
he is telling the truth!  Suddenly, I fear this man might actually want to
kill me.  I give a frightened look back toward the surveillance camera.  I
pray that Ray or whichever guard is out there will see I am in danger.

   The man sees where I am looking and walks over to the camera.  He
reaches up and unplugs it from the wall.  Before coming back to the bed he
opens a cabinet drawer and pulls out four 2" round jawbreakers.  Where the
hell did those come from?  They weren't there the last time I searched the
room.  They must have snuck them in here while I was bathing or something.

   "It's just you and I," he says as he walks back toward the bed.  "The
guard has strict orders to stay out of this area until I leave."

   The guards aren't going to obey this guy.  Yet, I don't hear anyone
running down the hall to rescue me.  The Dean must have given the order. 
He is the only one that I know of with that kind of control over this
place. Well, him and the school board.

   "I'm sorry, sir!" I tell him.  "I really am!"

   "Oh, you are going to be sorry alright," he growls.

   I shiver as he takes a seat at the foot of the bed.  He is in reach of
my ass now and could start swinging any second.

   I jerk when something suddenly touches my exposed asshole.  There is
pressure and I feel my hole start to expand.  It feels like the head of
someone's dick only harder.  This guy isn't positioned for penetration
though.  I cringe when I realize he is pushing one of the jawbreakers into
my asshole.

   "Oh!" I grunt as the 2" sphere pops inside.

   I groan in despair when I feel him pressing a second jawbreaker against
my hole.  A moment later it pops inside and joins the first.  He repeats
the process until all four jawbreakers are in my hole.  It feels very weird
with the hard spheres rubbing up against each other inside me.  A couple of
them are right on top of my clit.  I think I would normally find it
pleasurable if I wasn't so scared of this guy.

   "You do realize that I'm the reason you are in here, right?" he says as
he rubs my ass with the paddle.  "Oh, I know about the cute little fucking
trap they set for you and stuff.  That was your dad's idea.  He agreed to
this as punishment for what you did to Linda.  However, he didn't want you
finding out about the pregnancy.  I guess he didn't want that weighing on
your conscious.  I say fuck him and what he wants and fuck your conscious!"

   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

   "AH!" I scream as he starts raining hits down on my ass.

   "Your family is lucky I didn't go to the authorities or sue your asses!"

   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

   "AH!  I'm sorry!"

   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

   "AH!"

   The pain is beyond anything I thought possible.  I lose control of my
bladder and piss into the pillow and bed sheets below me.

   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

   I'm letting out one long scream now.  The screaming along with my
position makes it hard to breath.

   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

   My head begins to spin and then everything goes black.

   I don't know how long I am out.  I wake to the feel of someone rubbing
lotion or something on my very sore ass.  I groan and try to move but I'm
still tied down.

   "Shhh... it's okay," I hear someone say from behind me.  "He's gone
now."

   It takes me a minute to get the strength to glance back and see who it
is.  I recognize the guy as one of the security guards.  I'm pretty sure
his name is Reece.  I only met him once but I remember his name because
I've heard people jokily refer to him several times as Reese's Pieces.  He
is white and like most of the guards he is big and looks like he just got
out of the Marine Corps.  You know the type, bulky muscles with a high and
tight haircut.

   Everywhere he touches feels like it is on fire.  Even my balls feel like
they took a few hits.  Whatever he is rubbing on me does make it feel
better though.  Despite this, I still moan in pain and try to squirm around
in my bonds.

   "I'm sorry I had to let him paddle you so much," Reece tells me.  "I was
under orders from the Dean.  Don't be angry with the Dean though.  I think
he only allowed it so that Tom could get all of that anger out of his
system.  The Dean did limit it to only 50 hits.  Tom was going for way more
than that though.  I was watching from the observation room and had to run
in here and pull him off you."

   So, Tom is his name.  Wait, did he say 50 hits!?  Holy crap!  I'm lucky
to be alive!

   "Don't worry, as long as you stay on the Dean's good side then I doubt
he will let Tom near you again," Reece assures me.  "If you want, I could
maybe tell the Dean that Tom was trying to boss me around and refused to
stop at 50 hits.  That would be a bit of an exaggeration on my part but it
would probably help keep Tom away from you for a long time."

   As he says this, Reece rubs his lotion covered fingers up and down the
crack of my ass.  This is the only spot on my ass that doesn't actually
hurt.  In fact, his slick fingers feel kind of nice there.

   "Would you like me to tell the Dean that?" Reece whispers as he pushes
one of his large fingers into my asshole.

   "Y...yes, please," I manage to reply.

   Reece doesn't say it but his finger makes it clear that his help comes
with a price.  I don't know why I'm surprised.  Ray likes me a lot and even
he expects something in exchange for his favors.  I don't even really know
Reece.  I swallow hard though when I hear him unzip his pants.

   "Uh... can we wait and do... it another time?" I whisper.  "I'm really
sore."

   Reece chuckles at my request.  I let out a grunt when I feel him
suddenly push a round sphere into my asshole.  It takes me a second to
remember the jawbreakers.  I must have expelled them during my paddling. 
He pushes all four back inside.

   Reece then crawls up between my legs and lines up his cock.

   "Please," I beg as he starts to push his cock into me.  "It hurts."

   I'm not exaggerating either.  It has nothing to do with the jawbreakers
though.  He still has all his clothes on and they are rubbing against my
sore ass cheeks.  The insertion is stretching the skin back there also.  To
make matters worse, his cock is very thick.  It feels even thicker than
Ray's if that is possible.

   "Please, stop!" I beg louder.  "It hurts too much!"

   "Shhh... just accept it baby," Reece groans as he forces more of his
cock inside, pushing the jawbreakers deeper as he goes.

   "Owie!  Owie!" I let out in pain as the thickest part of his dick forces
its way into my hole.

   His cock is about 8 inches long and seems to be shaped almost like a
football or one of my plugs.  It is small on top and then gets very thick
toward the center and then thin again at the bottom.  The thin parts are
still at least 2 inches thick which should give you a good idea of how
thick the center part is.

   Once the thick part gets past my ass ring the rest of his cock suddenly
shoots inside.  Fuck is he thick!  I thought for sure my asshole was going
to rip.  It hurt so much that I barely notice the discomfort of the
jawbreakers suddenly being pushed deep into my cervix.

   "Take it out!  Take it out!" I beg.

   The truth is that while I feel way overstuffed inside, his cock doesn't
actually hurt that much now that he is past the thick part.  However, his
pants and hips are now grinding hard against my freshly paddled butt.  It
feels like someone is rubbing my ass with hot sand paper.  To say it hurts
is a major understatement.

   "That's it," he whispers as he stirs his dick around inside me.  "I got
you knotted now baby.  Just lay there and enjoy the ride."

   "Owie!  Owie!" I groan as he finally pulls his hips back.

   The center of his dick is so thick that for a moment I fear it is stuck
inside me.  My ass ring pulls out away from my body at least two or three
inches before it finally stretches wide enough to release his huge knot. 
As his cock pops free, my insides feel like they have been turned inside
out.  I can also feel the jawbreakers popping out of my cervix and slowly
making their way back toward my hole.  I'm still trying to physically and
mentally recover when he starts pushing back in.

   "Owie!" I grunt as the knot pops back inside and the jawbreakers go deep
again.

   I keep begging for him to stop but he doesn't listen.  In fact, he
gradually quickens his pace.  It isn't long before he is drilling my hole
with everything he has.

   "You're really loosening up now," he grunts as he drills my hole.  "I
knew you would like my dick."

   Being able to take his dick and liking it are two different things.  He
doesn't seem to care though.  All he cares about is breeding my hole.

   I'm sure that if Tom was here he would probably say this is what I
deserve; that this is what I did to his little girl.  I can see the
similarities but I have it way worse.  I plugged her hole once and that was
it.  I didn't make her have gay sex.  I didn't lock her up and spank her
and make her drink piss.  It just isn't fair!

   However, fair isn't something I should be worrying about.  It is what it
is.  What I need to focus on is making it through this initial training. 
If they tell me to drink piss then I drink piss and smile while I do it. 
If I have to do favors for the guards to get by then so be it.  If I do
well then maybe I will only have to stay here for a couple more months. 
And when I get home I will be the bestest little girl in the whole world
for daddy.  Anything to keep from being locked up in here again.

   Life will actually be pretty nice once I'm out of here.  I will get a
good education over the next few years.  If I pick the Dean as my mentor
then I probably won't have to worry about Tom any more either.  Danielle
and I might even get married someday.  The Dean will still make us share
his bed after we are married but it won't be that bad as long as Danielle
and I are still together.  It's not the perfect end to a fairytale but it
is as close as I dare hope for.

   "Ugh!" I hear Reece grunt as he buries himself deep and starts cumming.

   He pumps me several more times before he finally pulls out.  The cum
covered jawbreakers are almost to my hole when they are suddenly pushed
back in by my plug.  I will have to take them out later.  They will
probably still taste okay once I lick the cum off them.

   Once he has my plug in place, Reece slides to the head of the bed and
lifts my head so I can lick him clean.

   "Was I a good girl?" I whisper as I clean my mess.  "Was I a good girl?"

   (End)

   Writer's Note: I got the idea for this story from Kenna's story,
"Christina's School for Wayward Girls"
(/files/Authors/Kenna/Lolita%20Bondage/Christina_s%20Sc
hool%20for%20Wayward%20Girls.doc).  Kenna gave me permission to write a
continuation to the story but I decided to go such a different direction
with the sex aspects that I felt it was best to set it in a different, yet
very similar school.  This way it doesn't tarnish the original story any. I
did, however, leave a couple names the same.  If you want you can view the
names as coincidence or you can view the story as taking place about 17
years after the main characters (from the first story) move to a different
state and school.  This story stands alone but I think you would enjoy
reading Kenna's story also since he is a better writer than I am.

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written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such activities
in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try duplicating anything
mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them legally.  I try to keep
most of the activities semi realistic, however, many of these things can
and probably would cause severe damage.

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