It began as a Birthday party for a 15 year old girl. In Latin America, that party is known as a Quince, somewhat similar to a Sweet 16 right of passage, only a year earlier, perhaps because Latin girls feel they mature a bit earlier. It was a somewhat formal event. The girls were mostly between 14 and 16, and were dressed in evening party dresses. Most were low cut, in order to reveal whatever cleavage the girl had; and were tight in order to show the girls waists, asses, and legs. The boys attending were all dressed in suits. The parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins of the Birthday Girl were all in attendance.

We were there dressed as waiters. “We” were 10 Masters from an extremely exclusive Men’s club in the New Republic. “We” were on a recruiting outing for the girl’s reform school that was the centerpiece of our particular club. At any given time our school had 400 girls in attendance between the ages of 13 and 34. The largest concentration of girls was between 14 and 21. All had been convicted of a Capital crime, in most cases drug possession, and sentenced to death. All had become the property of the State, and were in the process of being “rehabilitated” at our school. After a training period that in most cases lasted a year or two, most girls would be sold to a wealthy man that was usually a member of the club, and would become his personal property, and be one of his totally loving, obedient, and submissive wives or concubines.

Training the girls was in many ways more enjoyable than ultimately owning them. Tonight between 10 and 20 girls at the party had absolutely no idea that they were about to begin their training. We spent the first hour of the party as waiters noting which girls we wanted to mark for arrest. One very cute girl, slightly exposing the most beautiful B-cup breasts, was very snotty to me. I marked her, and looked forward to having her sitting on my lap later that night, as I unzipped the back of her dress, making her completely bare from the waist up and fondling and kissing her breasts as foreplay for the paces I would subsequently be putting her through.

As I have already explained, we would be culling 10 to 20 girls out of the 75 attending the party. There were perhaps 7 girls that were an obvious choice for any hetero-sexual, aggressive man. Those 7 girls were stunningly, breath-taking beautiful. There were another 25 girls that were very pretty. Some were only partially through puberty, and would either continue to develop into beauty, or would not. These particular girls were probably still virgins.  Others were further along with very developed breasts and behinds, and mouths that were very pouty. Without a particular type of attention, some of these girls would eventually become over-weight. However with the right kind of attention, combined with strategic types of surgery, these girls could easily be guided into becoming extremely exotic, highly sexual creatures.

It is fairly simple to have a rib removed, thereby guaranteeing an hour-glass figure. Appetites can be regulated with the placement of an intestinal staple. They can receive a very demanding exercise regimen, to be sure that while they stay extremely slender, their asses can be made to grow even more rounded, which they will learn of course, to offer up for punishment and sexual use.  Most of these girls had surely already had some kind of sexual experience, perhaps with more than one boy. It was a completely safe bet that none of them had ever had the kind of sexual experiences we were going to put them through in the very immediate future.

By one week from tonight, none of the 20 girls we were inducting into the school will still be virgins. Each of them will have had their asses opened, almost certainly by more than one man. They will have had their throats thoroughly and deeply fucked. They will have become accustomed to the taste of cum, as well as the taste of their own asses, which they will repeatedly taste on the cocks that they will suck clean, of men that have just sodomized them. They will already have the acquired the habit of sitting down gingerly, so as not to further hurt or irritate the stripes and welts on their asses and the backs of their thighs. They will already be very familiar with the paddle, and the whip, the belt, and the cane.

One week from tonight, when a Master walks by them, they will know better than to look him in the eye. They will bow their head and await his pleasure. If he takes her head in his hands, she will immediately open her lips to receive his mouth, or tongue, his fingers, or his erect penis. She will by that time, know enough to obey his order immediately, whether it is to get over his knee, bend over a table, or kneel on the floor. She will know enough to obey. And that will only be the beginning. But tonight, these silly little girls know nothing of the kind, as we mark them.

We agree on 20, each man choosing 2. We nod to each other in agreement. I speak into the earpiece I wear, and one minute later the front door, the side doors, and the kitchen door all crash open as the police pour into the banquet hall. It is chaos and pandemonium. Massive amounts of drugs appear seemingly out of nowhere. The police out-number the 200 guests, and everyone is arrested. I have been through this routine countless times, and the terror is delicious as I taste it in the air. Sadly, I never tire of it.  I nod to the two Officers that have been assigned to me, and through my earpiece I tell them which two girls I have selected from the table I was serving as the waiter. As all of the 200 guests are arrested and put into Police buses waiting to take them to jail, 20 of the guests- all young girls are put onto a special Police bus. In all of the confusion, no-one notices. This bus will not be with the others that arrive at the jail. It excites the 10 Masters on the bus that the 20 hand cuffed girls trembling on the bus don’t even notice. They are far too frightened. Everyone knows in The New Republic that possession of narcotics means an automatic death sentence. Each of these girls, while they don’t know very much, know they are condemned.

As I and the other Masters walk down the aisle of the bus, we stop at the girls we have individually selected. I take her chin in one hand, and as she whimpers, I lift her head up in order to make eye contact. I smile at her. I am very much looking forward to the pleasure I am shortly going to have with her. She is clearly afraid, and doesn’t know what to do. I caress the side of her face with my hand, and smile again. Her name is Meghan. She is 5’2”, maybe 110 lbs. She is a very pretty girl, 15 years old, B cup- firm breasts. Her precociously visible cleavage juts out of the front of her cocktail dress, as I stand above her. Part of the reason I selected her, is her overdeveloped, pear shaped ass, which I am very much looking forward to playing all sorts games with.

Meghan had been very snotty and rude to me at the party, when I was her table’s waiter. Part of that was certainly my fault, because I am a terrible waiter. But she was very demanding, and loud, and abusive to me- over nothing. Now she knows that something is very wrong, but she doesn’t know quite what. I and the other waiters should not be on this bus with she and all the other hand cuffed girls. The Policemen on the bus should not be deferential to us. But they are, as they respectfully address each of us as “Sir”. Something is very wrong, and the girls don’t know what it is, but they are becoming increasingly more afraid. Each waiter is having what can only be described as an intimate first moment of contact, each with a different girl. The girls don’t know what this means, but they do know that this should not be happening with waiters, and certainly not in front of the Police.

The bus pulled up and stopped at the curb in front of The Grove Hotel, an annex of The Grove Academy. The Police officers get off the bus in order to make room for the Matrons of the Academy, who got onto the bus in an orderly fashion. Two at a time, the Matrons would take one girl and walk her, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, into the hotel and into the main ballroom. Without exception, every girl walked between the two Matrons holding her by the arms, extremely meekly and without resistance. A few girls whimpered until a Matron told her to be silent. The policemen were directed to a different part of the Hotel, where they would be entertained at their own party by a few of our resident students. All 20 Policemen will be entertained by 3 or 4 resident female students.  The Policemen thanked us profusely for inviting them to the Academy. Their party will almost certainly last all night. The Policemen will almost certainly all be sated and drained. The girls will almost certainly be exhausted and filled.

All 20 of our new resident students were escorted by the Matrons into the Hotel Ballroom. Still dressed as waiters, we 10 Masters followed them in. The Ballroom had a stage in front with a punishment bench on it. In front of the stage there were 10 separate sitting areas, each with club chairs, sofas, and tables. Each sitting area also had 2 punishment benches, complete with restraining straps, side by side. Near each set of benches was a table with many accessories, including a wooden paddle, a cane, and additional straps.

The Matrons walked 2 girls to each sitting area, where they were joined by the Master who had selected them for the school. The girls remained standing. Most of the Masters sat on a couch or club chair. The 2 girls I had selected were Meghan, whom I have already described, and Michelle, a beautiful 15 year old blonde, whom I shall describe in complete detail a bit later. I did not join them in their sitting area immediately, but rather walked to the stage in order to pick up the microphone there, and welcome our new residents to Grove Academy. The real party, our party was about to begin.

Chapter 2: The Birthday Girl

I stood on the front of the stage looking at the 20 new resident students, the Matrons, and of course- my fellow Masters.

“Welcome to Grove Academy. I am sure you all have many questions. I am pleased to be able to tell you that almost all of your questions will be answered tonight. I also fully realize that you are uncomfortable with your hands cuffed behind your backs, but for the time being, they will remain as they are. You may notice that each of you is standing in a sitting area with one other girl, and 2 Matrons from our school. In your sitting area, there is also a Master dressed as a waiter from tonight’s earlier party. I will ask you now to continue facing me, but please kneel in front of the Master sitting in your area. If any of you need assistance, the Matrons are happy to help you.”

The girls were all hesitant as they moved closer to their respective new Masters and awkwardly knelt in front him, with their backs to him. Any girl that was too slow at this, was yanked by 2 Matrons, and roughly placed down on her knees in front of her Master next to her new sister resident, also in the same position. Each girl was made a bit more uncomfortable by the Master petting their hair, shoulders, and backs from behind. The two girls, Meghan and Michelle, whom I had chosen were also placed on their knees to await my pleasure.

I continued. “For each of you, this will be a moment to remember. This is the first of thousands of times that you will be on your knees in front of your Master. There were many narcotics found at the party you were attending. You have all been tried and convicted in absentia for possession of narcotics. You have each been sentenced to death. Your families have all signed Documents of Renunciation, in which they have relinquished any claim or connection with you. For this, they are innocent of any guilt by association with you. You will never see them again.”

“The State, in wisdom and mercy has allowed you each to become a new person, who will be rehabilitated at this and other facilities. This is Grove Academy and you will be reformed into a new person here. You will never be a citizen again. You are the property of the State. The death sentence you are under is held in abeyance, but can be invoked at any time for any reason, by the Master who has custody of you. Never forget that. Over the next few months you will be trained intensively to become a productive member of our new society. You will be learning to submit in every possible way, to your Masters. You will be disciplined every day, and within a very short time you will undergo a very dramatic transformation.”

“I am the Head-Master here at Grove Academy, and I tell you to remember this. Your body and your soul no longer belong to you. You are our property. Your lips and mouth belong to us. We own your breasts, your belly, your loins, your ass, and thighs to do with whatever we will. We can beat you, whip you, brand you, and use you sexually in any way we choose. We can give you to other men to use, or groups of other men. We can allow them to ravish you to death, or beat you to death if we choose. We can have you surgically altered in any way we choose, and we will. Many of you are virgins. That condition will change in the next couple of days.”

“Some of you may not survive. The demands are extreme. Those of you that do survive will eventually be transferred to the custody of a wealthy man to become a part of his family. In addition to being a reform school, Grove Academy is also a very exclusive club for very wealthy men. Most of our members do not live here full time. Perhaps they are here for one or two visits each week. The Masters here that are dressed as waiters tonight, are all very wealthy men, that have chosen to become full time Masters and teachers here at Grove. You will address them as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’. They all maintain full time apartments or houses here. Tonight they are going to help you begin your training. You are going to be given many opportunities to thank them.”

There was almost absolute silence on the part of the girls as I spoke. One or two whimpered at the beginning, but were snapped by a Matron into immediate silence. The Masters occasionally chuckled, usually after feeling a girl they were petting, stiffen.

I continued. “I think that it is appropriate tonight to begin with a very small and minor demonstration, in order to give you a sense of ……….discipline here at Grove. Where is Amanda, tonight’s Birthday Girl?” The Master sitting behind Amanda, stopped petting her for a moment, and raised his hand. She was a beautiful brunette- 5’3”- 105 lbs, perfect C-cup breasts. I asked the Matrons to help her stand and remove her hand cuffs, and they did. Her Master stood behind her, lightly touching her. She looked terrified.

I let the silence extend for perhaps 30 seconds and said, “Amanda, Happy Birthday. Because today is your 15th birthday, and because you had such a nice party, with so many beautiful friends, I have selected you to help us with this demonstration. You are in the custody of Master Tomas, who is a Master and a teacher here at the Academy. If you don’t mind Amanda, I would appreciate it very much, if you would please now quickly take all of your clothes off. Please don’t take too much of everybody’s time. If you’re not able to do it quickly, the Matrons will be happy to help you. Come, come, … all of your clothes off. Right now, please get fully nude right here in front of everybody.”

In terror, Amanda just stood there with her hands over her mouth, elbows in front her chest, shaking her head, trembling, and saying; “N… Noooo.. Please no.” She was wearing what almost looked like a very sexy, tight, knee length, low-cut Wedding dress. I nodded to the Matrons, who grabbed her by both arms, and in less than 30 seconds, ripped her dress off, pulled her shoes and panties off, and held her up by both arms, fully nude. Her trembling body was exquisite. I motioned them up to the stage, and the Matrons frog marched her up, followed by Master Tomas, who came and stood next to me. The Matrons held Amanda in front of us, and Tomas and I casually explored her body with our hands as I spoke to her for everybody to hear. I put my hand into the front of her crotch and began fingering her vagina, and was pleasantly surprised to feel a very tight hymen. She squirmed and squealed a little bit, as I felt the pressure of Tomas’ finger exploring her rectum simultaneously.

“Amanda, since it’s your birthday, there is a long tradition that goes along with it. You know what it is, the birthday spanking, right? Now today you’re 15 years old, so you automatically get 15 whacks, right? But also, I think you need another 5 to grow on. And then there is the problem of you not taking off your clothes on your own when I asked you to do so. Obedience is important here at Grove. I think that’s another 10 whacks, for a total of 30. Now I know you’re going to take them like a good girl, aren’t you?” Tears were already running down Amanda’s face as I spoke and fingered her. Through her vaginal wall I could feel two fingers from Tomas as he worked to slightly widen her rectum.

“With my finger here inside you Amanda, I can feel your hymen intact, and I know that you’ve been a good girl, and that you’re still a virgin.  Master Thomas is going to give you your whacks in front of everybody. In case you’re wondering, this time he’s not going to spank you over his knee, so you don’t have to worry about struggling. He’s going to paddle you, while you’re bent over this bench. The straps will go over the backs of your knees and the small of your back in order to hold you in place. Now this is important Amanda, so please listen closely. While Master Tomas is paddling you, I want you to beg him to fuck you and take your virginity. If you don’t beg him loudly, I’m going to ask him to give you another 50 whacks with the paddle instead. You don’t want that. After your first whack that will be very clear. Keep asking him to fuck you on the stage. I want everyone to be able to hear it.”

I took my fingers out of her, and Tomas did the same. I faced the sitting areas and spoke to the other girls. “You’re about to see what a paddling looks and sounds like. You will soon enough be able to feel one. You want to remember that there will always be some type of discipline you receive, not just at the Academy, but for the rest of your lives. Almost all of our Masters have similar tastes, which attracted us to Grove Academy in the first place. If you can help it, you will always want your Master to spank you. It’s much, much easier to get spanked, even if it’s 500 whacks that leave you black and blue and sobbing, than it is to get paddled, or whipped, or caned. A paddling of 15 whacks is very hard to take, if it’s properly administered. You will see how Amanda does with 30 and how eager it makes her to have Master Tomas tear through her hymen in front of everyone for her birthday”.

While I spoke, the Matrons were bending Amanda over the judicial bench, and attaching the straps to her arms, legs, and back. “Some of you won’t be seeing it all, because you may be occupied with something you are doing while it is happening. But you will all be able to hear it. I suggest you pay close attention. Now girls, I would like to ask you all, please stand up. Please let the Matrons know if you need any help.”

Nobody needed help this time. I nodded to Tomas, and asked the Matrons to un-cuff the other 19 girls. They did, and I said, “Now that your hands are free, I want all 19 of you to undress. You each have 30 seconds to be fully nude.” No-one hesitated. Shoes came off. Dresses unzipped and came down. Bras came off and panties came down. Within 25 seconds a very neat pile of clothes was in front of each fully nude girl. These were done at the instruction of, and immediately picked up by a Matron. They would not be needed again by the girls this week.  A few of the girls tried to cover their nudity with their arms, but were discouraged from doing this by their Masters, who were conducting a more thorough inspection of their properties. I walked down from the stage to do precisely the same thing with Meghan and Michelle.

Amanda was now securely fitted to the judicial bench. Her feet were still on the floor, and her knees were strapped 2 feet apart to the sides of the front of the bench. This automatically spread her legs nicely. The top of the bench was a couple of inches below her waist, and was approximately one foot deep. As she bent over it, a heavy strap went across the small of her back cinching her down. This had the effect of raising her bottom, and accentuating her ass. Anyone standing behind her had a perfect view of her shaved pussy lips and rectum. Both were completely accessible. Finally her arms were secured to the sides of the back of the bench (or the front- depending on your frame of reference) with straps just above the elbow. The straps were attached fairly high on the bench, which caused her to have to arch her back. Her breasts were visible and accessible to be fondled as desired. This position also left her face and mouth available for viewing and use. For obvious reasons, this position was very popular with the Masters.

Tomas had picked up a 24” long paddle that was 3” wide. It was perforated, which allowed it to leave marks in a pattern more readily. He laid a hand on Amanda’s back, and stroked her ass gently, opening it in order to look into her anus. Moving around her he weighed her breast in his hand, and subsequently had her open her mouth and suck clean the fingers he had been using in her rectum. You could not witness this and not be struck by Amanda’s dramatic reversal of fortune. Two hours earlier, she had been the guest of honor at her own party, dressed as a princess, and feted by her friends and family. Now she was on stage, bound, fully nude and exposed on a punishment bench. In front of many of the people that had just been honoring her, she was now sucking the fingers that had just been up her ass, publicly getting her first taste of her own feces. The man who had been her waiter, and was now her owner picked up the paddle and measured it against her ass, brought it back as far as possible and delivered the very first, very hard whack.

Amanda’s shriek rang out in the ballroom. It was pitiful, filled with terror because it hurt so much, and it was only the first. “NOOOOO, PLEASE DON’T HIT ME AGAIN..OH,..IT HURTS!!!!!” There was no other sound. Most of the other girls were kneeling, fully nude in front of their Masters, who wanted them to at least watch the beginning of Amanda’s birthday paddling. A couple of girls were sitting on their Master’s laps, being fingered in their pussies or asses, or otherwise being played with. All were watching the Birthday Girl, who now begged Tomas to stop beating her. Tomas reminded her after 3 whacks that she was supposed to beg for something in particular, and because she hadn’t, the first 3 whacks were not going to count. For a moment, I wasn’t sure she was going to make it, and was going to scream herself into a catatonic state, which I would have allowed to happen. Instead the breaking began, and she began to shout, “OWWWW, OWWWWW, PLEASE SIR, and PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEASE TAKE MY VIRGINITY. PLEASE FUCK ME!”

On it went. Tomas often hesitated for as much as half of a minute between whacks, as he fondled her ass and watched the bruises develop. All the while she begged him to fuck her, loudly so that everyone in the ballroom could hear her. For the first five minutes, everyone watched, and then the other Master’s grew impatient. They had all seen some iteration of this scene countless times, and they began to play with their respective girls. Three girls were again hand cuffed, this time with their hands in front of them. They went over their Master’s knees to be soundly spanked by hand. This added other sounds to Amanda’s whacks and screams. The sounds were in somewhat in harmony with Amanda, because they were also screams and whacks. The whacks were not as loud, and the screams usually included “Thank you, Sir!” somewhere. The thing everyone heard again and again, was Amanda begging Master Tomas to fuck her.

Finally, after more than 10 minutes, Tomas reached the magic number of 30, and nodded to me. I had Meghan sitting nude on my knee as I sat in a club chair. She had her legs apart allowing my thumb all the way into her vagina, with my middle finger up her ass. I held her like a bowling ball. I was rubbing my two fingers together inside of her, and she had a few tears running down from her eyes. There was no trace of the snotty and entitled girl of a few hours before. She was too busy moaning, while she watched the Birthday Girl receive her first lesson.

I nodded back to Tomas, who put the paddle down on the table next to the bench. He inspected Amanda’s ass for a moment. It was completely bruised, as were the backs of her thighs. She continued to sob and beg him loudly to fuck her. He walked around the bench until he was standing in front of her head, and opened his pants exposing his throbbing 10” long cock. Her took her by the hair and lifted her head, in order to give her a clear view of her Master 6 inches from her face. Her eyes widened, I believe at the size of it. He told her to lick her lips, which she did, and then he told her to open her mouth.

Slowly, he gave her the beginning of her first cock-sucking lesson. He told her to take it in slowly, and to use her tongue around it, massaging it inside of her mouth. As her mouth filled with it, he was not quite halfway in, and he told her to take a deep breath. He took a firmer grip on her head, and he told her to swallow it in as he pushed. She had little or no choice, especially with her ass already reminding her of what another 50 whacks from the paddle would feel like. Very quickly, like a sword swallower, the rest of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He held it there for a few seconds, and withdrew most of it. Amanda desperately took a breath.

He continued with this part of her lesson for perhaps 5 minutes. He started a rhythm of in and out of her mouth and throat, accompanied by gagging sounds from her throat. Half of the other girls did not get the benefit of seeing this lesson, because like Meghan- who was by then already crying, over my knees having her ass beaten by my hand- they were busy doing something else. The other half -were more like Michelle- who was nude and kneeling at my feet. These girls watched both the actions of their Masters and the performance of Amanda who was now being thoroughly fucked in her throat. It was a fairly safe assumption that these girls were all terrified with the knowledge that they would soon be doing what Amanda was doing. They were or course, quite correct in this.

Abruptly, Master Tomas pulled his massive cock out of Amanda’s open breathless mouth, and walked around her until he was standing behind her. His massive cock stood huge and erect, inches from the open lips of Amanda’s exposed pussy. He slapped her very hard on the ass, and told her to keep begging him to fuck her the whole time. He slapped her a second time on the ass and asked her if she heard him, and she squealed “Yes Sir! Please fuck me Sir! Please fuck me now!”

For people like Tomas and me, there are times when we feel truly alive. There are times when we feel our connection with the Universe, and with women. These times make the rest of day to day life seem hum-drum, like a slow motion, silent movie, in which we are just going through the motions. This is not really such a good thing. However, this was one of those times in which we were both feeling in contact with the energy of the Universe.

There are positions for girls that are conducive to having intercourse for the first time in your life. The traditional Missionary position is one of these. It puts the girl’s vagina at an angle that makes it easier for it to receive the man’s penis while he enters her. This position allows the hymen to be slightly penetrated and stretched before it is ultimately torn away. This again makes the initial penetration easier, and far less painful that it otherwise would be for the girl being “De-flowered”. Doctors often recommend this position to young girls contemplating first time sex.

No Doctors recommend that the girl be standing and bent over a punishment bench, in order to receive the invading penis from behind, secured by straps into that position, and therefore unable to move. The angle of entry means that the hymen will be completely torn before it is able to stretch and somewhat accommodate the invading penis. It is significantly more difficult and painful when the penis involved is 10” long and 2”thick. But this was the position Amanda was in as she begged Tomas to deflower her. Her only advantage was the lubrication on Tomas’ penis that she had provided thoughtfully and fully with her throat.

Tomas took her hips in his hands as he positioned his cock into the lips of her pussy. He had a beautiful view of her rectum and badly bruised ass cheeks, as he slowly and forcefully began to slide it into Amanda. Amanda moaned and whimpered as it pushed its way 3 inches in. Tomas gave her a nasty slap on the ass to remind her to repeat her invitation. “Please fuck me Sir!  Ohhh, it hurts! Thank you Sir” The initial invasion time was actually fairly short in duration, perhaps three minutes. She moaned and screamed, and repeated her thanks and invitation a number of times. He pushed, and moaned occasionally, and slapped her hard on the ass every 30 seconds or so. And then the repetitive fucking commenced, with his huge cock covered in a red film. Drops of blood periodically hit the floor at their feet. The whole time, Amanda moaned and thanked him.

Michelle was spellbound, watching the erotic and sadistic scene in its entirety, as she knelt, nude, slightly to one side, in front of me. She knew her time was going to be coming soon, and I suspect that she hoped that she would not be standing and bending over a bench in front of so many people when it happened in the next few hours or days. She hoped the cock that impaled her for the first time would not be quite so huge. It would not be. My cock was only 9” long, but it was just as thick. She would have to deal with it.

Meghan was not able to watch the Birthday Girl lose her cherry. She was busy kneeling between my legs. She was receiving her first lesson in Deep Throat 101.

She was missing Master Tomas driving his cock into Amanda like a pile driver, forcefully driving each stroke home. She missed Amanda squealing in pain, with just the slightest hint of pleasure that came out of her on every stroke. Tomas again slapped her on the ass hard, and told her to thank him, and further ordered her to tell him that she loved him. She obeyed, and he slapped her ass 5 more times, very hard, and told her to do it louder and mean it. As he reamed her with that pile driver over a period of about 10 more minutes, we all watched the Birthday Girl fall in love.

At first she just yelled that she loved him, and that it hurt but she wanted him to keep fucking her. He would again hit her and tell her to mean it. Then she began to sound like maybe she meant it, but realized she might still sound insincere. She didn’t want to be hurt any more, and realized that she had to mean it, for it to sound right. As he reamed her without mercy, she convinced herself that she really did love him, and she sobbed- crying and breaking inside as she told him so. She kept repeating that she really meant it… and she did. That was the whole point.

But Meghan didn’t really see too much of that. I had given her 100 whacks over my knees with my hand. I had given her hard whacks, and not spaced them apart very far. The whole thing had taken perhaps 3 minutes. Her ass was very red, and she was sobbing profusely, and promising me that she would be a good girl, and would always do anything I wanted. I immediately put her onto her knees between my legs. I told her to open my pants, and her eyes also opened wide when she did. I told her to take my balls in her hands, cupping them, and as she did, I said, “You know what to do”.

It was essentially the same lesson that Tomas had first given Amanda. First, how to use her tongue to massage the cock that was halfway buried in her mouth- encircling it repeatedly. Then, how to hold her breath and swallow the cock down her throat as it was pushed into her without mercy. Then continue to keep her gagging throat open and her tongue moving, and her mouth slurping as she had her throat thoroughly fucked for the first, but not the last time. She was very obedient and attentive. As Tomas screamed with pleasure at his orgasm and the sexual collision he was having with Amanda, I felt the cum beginning to gather in my balls. I motioned Michelle to come closer and to open her mouth for a kiss from Meghan. I told Meghan that I was about to cum in her mouth. I told her to keep sucking it the whole time, and that I wanted her to take every drop, but not to swallow any of it until I told her to. I told her to keep every drop in her mouth.

I could no longer hold it, and almost lost consciousness as I exploded into her mouth. Meghan did exactly as she had been told, and continued to suck every drop out me, while her tongue continued massaging my cock. But she held her breath, and swallowed nothing, obediently keeping my sperm in her mouth. I withdrew my cock from her mouth, and made her show me her mouthful of cum. I said, “Now I want the two of you to kiss each other long and deep. Deep French kissing, completely sharing and mixing the cum in your mouths. Don’t either of you lose a drop. I want you to keep doing it until you think you each have equal amounts.”

They were 2 naked girls, both 15 and beautiful, both on their knees together.  One had a very red ass, and was very afraid. The other was unmarked and was also very afraid. They had known each other for years, but never like this. They took each other in their arms, and as they did so they rubbed their naked breasts into each other. Both had their mouths open as they locked their mouths together, forming a seal as they hugged and rubbed and kissed. They had both French kissed with numerous boys, but never another girl, although they knew it was the same action. And that’s what they did as their tongues intertwined with each other. They shared their first taste of a man’s seed with each other, and at my instruction, neither swallowed. They rubbed against each other, showing the affection I demanded, moving my semen back and forth between them. After 2 minutes, I told them to show me the sperm in their mouths, and they did. On their knees- side by side, they closed their mouths when I told them to.

I stroked both of their faces with my hands as I told them to swallow it, which they of course did. It was a first time for both of them. I had them open their mouths again, to show me that they had obeyed, and then I told them to kiss again, deeply. They did, with enormous affection. They did not understand very much, but they knew that at least for now, they were going to have an intimate relationship of some kind.

By that time, Amanda had been released from the bench. Her ass and thigh backs were black and blue. She was crying and pressing herself against Tomas, telling him that she really meant it, and she really loved him. He kissed her and told her that he understood that, and that she would get many more opportunities to show him that. He walked her off the stage, and picked up his other charge, a girl who was also quite pretty, and quite naked. He walked them, both girls fully naked, one of them bruised and a little bloody, out of the Ballroom, and up to a suite in the hotel, which was also a Grove annex. They would be spending a couple of days at the annex in his suite. I would also be spending a couple of days at the annex, in my suite with Meghan and Michelle. The other Masters would be doing the same thing.

I was very much looking forward to deflowering Meghan and Michelle, as well as invading Michelle’s throat for the first time. I was looking forward to sodomizing each of them, and teaching them to kiss my arms in front of them, and having them to tell me how much it hurt, while they kissed my arms while I rode them from behind. I was looking forward to marking both of their asses with a paddle or a cane until they sobbed and begged for painful sex in which they could verbally express their love for me. They both had a fairly good idea of what was coming as I held hands with both of them, and we walked from the ballroom to our suite.

This was just the beginning. They both were fully nude, vulnerable and available. They knew it, and they held my hands with affection. They would soon break, and out of the broken shells of their egos, their love would flow.

There is an ancient legend that begins before the formation of the universe as we know it. In this pre-universe there is only Masculine and Feminine energy. Feminine energy seeks to form her own separate universe in which she can thrive alone. Masculine energy seeks to bind, pierce, and dominate the Feminine energy that He is so obsessed with. The Big Bang occurs, and the two energies strive with each other as a Singularity of Consciousness, reconciling the two aspects of itself through all of the actions of the billions upon billions of individual segments playing out this dance through the universe.

This odd thought was in my mind as I walked Michelle and Meghan up to my suite at the Grove Hotel. I was somewhat concerned with exactly how I was going to act out my role in this universe in the immediate future. Also, as I walked between the girls-holding each by the arm above the elbow, I could not help but notice that they were both thinking-“How did this happen to me so quickly?” Both girls were fully nude. Meghan had received a good spanking, but not a brutal ass beating. Just the same, her ass was bright red, and what had recently happened to her ass was completely apparent. She had also received her first real lesson in deep throat cock sucking; the first of hundreds she would receive. As they walked nude, both girls retained the taste of my sperm in their mouths, which they had shared equally before they had swallowed it. Three hours earlier they had both been free and able to give orders to waiters at the birthday party they had been attending. Now they were both under a death sentence, and were the property of the State, in my custody as student sex slaves, with a pretty good idea of what was lying ahead of them. Now they were both wondering “How did this reversal of fortune happen to me?”

As we walked, we occasionally passed other people and both girls made feeble attempts to cover their genitals with their hands. Most of the people we passed were visiting Masters. The Hotel was an attached part of the school bordering on the rest of the village. Visiting Masters would reserve a suite at the Hotel and enjoy the use of a particular student or students, for an afternoon, night, or weekend. There was of course, a rather exorbitant annual membership fee in excess of $100k into this particular club. If you have the money and the inclination, it is worth it. The suites all had large terraces which bordered on the street, but were concealed by vine covered trellises. If you were on a terrace, you could see most of the street below, and certainly hear the street. However from the street, you could only see the trellis, not the terrace. You could however, certainly hear what was happening on the terraces- especially if it was punishment that was happening.

Suites that were in use by Masters usually had some iteration of a punishment bench on the Terraces. When a Master chose to punish a student with a paddle, whip, or cane; the girl’s cries could be heard by every pedestrian on the street. The whacks of a good paddling were unmistakable, especially when accompanied by screaming and begging. As I walked with Michele and Meghan, Masters nodded to me and smiled knowingly at the girls. I stopped to chat with one Master named Jay, who was something of a friend, and I introduced him to the girls. In their naked humiliation, they avoided eye contact with him. He asked me if I minded, and when I nodded, he proceeded to inspect Meghan, turning her around, and stroking her reddened ass. He remarked that I hadn’t been that strict with her spanking, and gave her a hard pinch on the reddest part of her ass. She squealed, and he laughed. He turned her back around and weighed her breasts in his hands, and told her to stand with her feet apart. He put his hand into her crotch and began to put his fingers into her, making her squeal again.

Then he turned his attention to Michelle, who began to tremble as he grasped her arm. She was very slender, and Jay began running the palm of his hand down her thin, flat belly. He ran his hand down to her crotch, just touching the lips of her hairless pussy, without penetrating her. He turned her and caressed her milky white ass, noting how unmarked it was (so far). Opening her ass cheeks with his hand, he put a finger half way into her rectum, and stretched it just a little bit as she also squealed. He took his finger out of her ass, and as he turned her around, he put it into her mouth, telling her to suck it clean. He said, “You’re going to have much more difficult things to taste then this in the immediate future, Little One. You might as well get used to it now.” He took his finger out of Michelle’s mouth, and brought his hand down to her crotch. This time, he did begin to penetrate her with his finger, and was very surprised to discover that Michelle was a very tight little virgin, with a fully intact hymen.

Jay turned to me and asked me if he could have her for the night in order to deflower her. He said, “I’ll be happy to do the hard work for you. I promise to leave her ass intact for you to open.” I thanked him, and declined, telling him that I was going to be opening her that night, but left open the possibility that I might be willing to share her with him, in the fairly immediate future; when penetration would still be painful, uncomfortable, and possibly leading to additional bleeding. He was about to become demanding, when I reminded him which one of us was the Head-Master. And then I decided to become practical and conciliatory.

I offered Meghan to him for the night. I was looking forward to deflowering Michelle. After taking her virginity, I wanted to sodomize her. Sodomize her thoroughly. Before doing any of that, I was going to need to put her in her place with enough of a lesson to make her enthusiastic in her expressions of love for me as she surrendered herself, body and soul. With this in consideration, Meghan was simply going to be an unwanted distraction. Also, I thought Meghan still needed some strict punishment for her behavior toward me earlier in the evening, when I had been a waiter and she had been a snotty little bitch. Jay, in all honesty, was more of a sadist than I am. I think he may have enjoyed torture and punishment more than sex. He immediately accepted my offer.

Meghan began to whimper as I told Jay how thoroughly I wanted him to punish her.  I wanted her ass and the backs of her thighs to be black and blue, and punctuated by welts. This was usually best accomplished by using a wooden paddle very liberally, followed by a rather severe caning. I suggested 50 hard whacks with the paddle, and 20 hard strokes with the cane. He gleefully agreed. Meghan understood just enough of this to realize that she was about to go through a much more harsh and severe session then the session she had just witnessed with the Birthday Girl, Amanda- at the hands of Tomas; and began sobbing in fear. She told Jay, “Please Master, Please don’t punish me like that. I’ll be good.”

Jay took her face in his hands and replied, “My dear sweet little girl, you need to understand that Good is the enemy of Great. Tonight you are going to learn to be great.”  He asked me additionally if there was any sexual act that was off limits for him with Meghan. I told him that there was no act off limits, and that he absolutely had carte blanche with her. I told him finally, “Enjoy her thoroughly in any way you choose.” As he led her away by the arm, I watched her scurrying naked next to him, clinging to him, and begging him not to hurt her, her reddened ass bouncing as she trotted to keep up with him. I was confident that she would be a very humble and obliging little girl when I saw her the following day. For her, rudeness had a very, very high price.

I turned back to Michelle. Standing in the lobby of the Grove Hotel, fully nude, she no longer tried to cover her nakedness in any way. She was 5’3”, and weighed approximately 95lbs. She had just recently grown into her B-cup breasts, and had a wonderful hour-glass figure, with a wasp-like waist that I could encircle with my hands.  Her bare bottom was beautifully rounded. I stroked the side of her face with my hand, and had her look me in the eyes. I smiled at her soul as she blushed and looked down. I kissed her gently on the lips, and held her close to me, inhaling the aroma of her hair. I whispered into her ear, “You are going to love me.”

Michelle answered me in a whisper. “Yes, Master.”

She held one of my hands with both of her hands as we walked to my suite and entered it. I welcomed her with a kiss on her forehead and asked her to brush her teeth in the bathroom. I wanted her mouth fresh tasting. After doing so she came out of the bathroom and was met by me at door, and I believe that she was a little alarmed to find me holding a pair of handcuffs, which I promptly used to cuff her hands if front of her. This was another small dose of reality. I put my arms around her and held her close to me as I enjoyed the scent of her hair and perfume, and then I kissed her deeply. Her mouth immediately accepted my tongue, and I explored her mouth with my tongue and her body with my hands. I fingered her ass and pussy, fondled and squeezed her ass and breasts, and generally began the process of “putting her through her paces”.

After a few minutes of this aggressive foreplay I took her by the hand and led her into my suite. The first room was a living room furnished with a sitting area, a large table, and a punishment bench. The table had a number of items on it: paddles, canes, belts, whips, various restraints, cuffs, latex gloves, and lubricants- all neatly arranged. I led her to the table to look at them, and said-“These things are basically self-explanatory”. I let her look at them for a while in order to allow her to absorb as much as possible and finally turned her around to look at the punishment bench. Since she had already witnessed Amanda being secured, beaten, and raped on a very similar bench, she had a completely clear understanding of its form and function. I told her, “The amount of time that you spend on this bench over the next couple of days will be determined by the way you perform, and the truth I perceive in the feelings you express to me”. I stroked her belly while I said these things, and she answered me that she intended to be a very good girl.

I picked up a 15 inch long wooden paddle and handed it to her, asking her to hold it. I also handed her a Dixie cup and a tube of KY Jelly, along with a couple of latex gloves. With these in her hands I guided her into the next room in my suite, which was of course, the bedroom. I told her that she would probably remember this bedroom for the rest of her life and for the moment left it at that. With me continuing to guide her, we walked through the bedroom out onto the terrace. It was a large terrace with a Jacuzzi, a table with 4 chairs, and a punishment bench. I could hear the people on the street, and see through the trellis down onto the street, but as we were on the third floor, it was impossible for the people on the street to see into my terrace. The people on the street could certainly hear what was happening. As we stood there, I could hear a girl on another terrace screaming, and counting, and yelling “Thank you, Sir!!!” in between very loud whacks.

I had Michelle put all of the things she was holding onto the table, and led her to the guard-rail at the front edge of the terrace, next to the trellis. I began to again kiss and explore her body. I walked back to the table for a moment and picked up a Dixie cup and squeezed it full of KY Jelly. I put on a latex glove and walked back to Michelle swirling two gloved fingers in the Dixie cup, covering them in lubricant. I handed Michelle the Dixie cup and bent her forward over the rail at the edge of the terrace, putting her face into contact with the trellis in front of it. She grunted as I put two fingers all the way up into her rectum, and began to rotate them inside of her. With my bare hand I massaged and squeezed her breasts- none too gently. I did this for 5-7 minutes, stopping every couple of minutes to take my fingers out of her and re-lubricate them, and then re-penetrate her- finally using 4 fingers at the same time. I wanted her to know what was coming and to ask for it. She didn’t resist or complain once.

I finally took my hand out of her, removed the messy glove, and led her over to the table. I wanted to see if she would still kiss me as though she loved me, and she did. I told her, “It’s time for your first lesson”. I had her bend over the table with her cuffed hands in front of her, with her face and stomach and breasts on the table. I told her to get up on her toes, and she did. I stroked her milky white ass briefly as I admired her beauty, and picked up the paddle. I stroked her ass with the paddle for perhaps 60 seconds, feeling her fear and anticipation of what I was about to do to her. I told her to count each whack and to say thank you, just like Amanda had. I told her to beg me to take her hymen. I told her she was going to get a minimum of 25 whacks, but if I wasn’t satisfied with any part of her begging or counting I could easily raise that number to 75. I told her that if she struggled or moved in any way that I would strap her down onto the punishment bench- for an additional 100 whacks. She told me she understood and I brought my arm all the way back and delivered the blow with most of my strength.

She shrieked at the first whack but didn’t move. I think she was very shocked at how much it hurt, even though she had witnessed Amanda’s beating an hour earlier. They are always shocked at their first hard whack. It was a pain beyond anything she had experienced in her young 15 years of life. Just the same, she managed to say “Thank you, Sir”; and “Number one Sir”. I took my time with this paddling. I allowed a space of 30 seconds to a minute between each whack. This gave her time to shriek and count and say thank you, and then gather herself in preparation for the next one while she whimpered and sobbed. I drank in all of these emotions from her as I stroked her nude back and ass with my free hand. I focused each whack on the center of each of her ass cheeks, alternating back and forth. In those two spots, large round bruises began to form by whack number six. It was late night in the Grove, but there were still people on the streets. I could see a couple of people down on the street, looking up at the trellis, trying to visualize through it the event they were hearing.

By whack number 10 the two bruises on Michelle’s ass were two inches in diameter and black and blue. Michelle was sobbing and shrieking, and between each whack she would collapse a little bit onto the table, as though she had lost all the strength in her legs. I would have to remind her to get back onto her toes. I also reminded her that there was something she was going to ask me for. In terror, she began to ask me to please take her to bed and take her hymen. She subsequently included this request with her counting between each whack. With absolutely no encouragement from me, she got progressively louder as she shrieked and begged and shouted her request. The people on the street could hear her from a block away.

At whack 15, I told her that we would take a 5 minute break, and that she should hold her position bent over the table, but to stay on her toes and spread her legs a bit more. She did so while I applied some lubricant to my fingers on one hand. I put one finger into her pussy and forced it slowly through the tiny opening in the center of her hymen. She squirmed for the next 5 minutes, while I fingered her and lubricated that little hole within a hole. Through the entire fingering she kept repeating, “Please Sir, please fuck me.” And she meant it, if only in order to end the beating. But there remained another 10 whacks- at the minimum- and I told her that as I wiped my hand clean with a towel, and picked the paddle up to resume her lesson. And so for the next 10 minutes I paddled her, and she screamed and shrieked and begged me to take her to bed and fuck her. And then………. it was over.

The two bruises on her ass were completely black and blue, and would easily last for a week. A number of men would admire them. Michelle was sobbing and continuing to ask me to take her to bed and fuck her. I told her to hold her position for another 5 minutes, and to use the time to calm down and prepare herself emotionally for giving herself fully to me.

I walked into the suite and undressed, and put on a full length terrycloth robe. I walked back out onto the terrace and drank in the sight of Michelle bent over the table handcuffed. The backs of her thighs were still milky white and untouched. Her beautiful rounded ass had the most incredible black and blue, rounded bruises in the center of each cheek, telling the story by themselves of what had been done to her. She was still up on her toes, and the angle afforded me a perfect view of her partially opened vaginal lips and rectum- both awaiting their fate. I touched them both gently as I stroked her ass and thighs. Neither one of us spoke, but we connected. She had stopped crying, and was awaiting my pleasure.

I told her to stand and helped her up by her arm. I turned her around and took her in my arms kissing her passionately. She responded perfectly. I led her by the hand into the suite and over to the side of the king sized bed. I removed her handcuffs, and told her that having her hands free was a temporary privilege. I opened my robe and took her in my arms. My cock was fully erect, nine inches long and two inches thick. As I took Michelle in my arms, her waist pressed up against it as I kissed her. As I was French kissing her deeply, my hands went from caressing her back down to her ass. I cupped her ass in my hands and squeezed both cheeks firmly to remind her that while she was going to be my enthusiastic lover, I was still going to be her owner; and hurting her while loving her was one of my prerogatives. And she understood it, and continued to give herself to me passionately.

I told her to get onto her knees and she obeyed me immediately. Her face was inches from my swollen cock and her eyes were utterly focused on it. I said simply, “You know what to do now. Start doing it.”  I took her head in my hands as she opened her mouth to accept my cock. I told her to move tongue around it like she was French kissing it. I told her to take more a couple of times as she kept taking more of it until it was finally about halfway in and at the back of her mouth. I told her to take a deep breath and swallow it into her throat. And she did. In the beginning whenever a girl is throat fucked, you feel her throat popping as your cock enters it. Most girls get past that stage with practice and Michelle was going to get a great deal of practice with a very large number of different cocks. The popping experience into her throat would not be permanent. That knowledge made me enjoy it more. I had her suck like this for 3 or 4 minutes, and withdrew my cock from her throat and her mouth. I lifted her up and kissed her deeply again, and she responded in kind- passionately. I put my hand between her legs to gently finger her pussy, and it was dripping wet. I looked her in the eyes and said, “This is going to be amazing”.

I gently had her lay back on the bed, and positioned her on her back the way I wanted her. Getting next to her, I took her in my arms and told her to open her legs, and of course, she did. I got on top of her, and kneeling for a moment between her legs, I positioned the head of my throbbing cock into the parted lips of her pussy. I lowered myself fully onto her and cupped her ass in my hands. I had her wrap her legs around me. She did and was clinging to me tightly with her arms as well as I began to push my cock into her. Her cunt was so tight it was like trying to push one’s self into a closed fist. She grunted with the effort of trying to accept it.

At first it seemed like it would not yield at all while I pushed into her. I applied even more pressure by lifting her ass, and pressing her onto it. In spite of herself she whimpered in pain, but did not object in any way. Slowly, oh so slowly the center hole of her hymen began to tear, and I felt the head of my cock beginning to enter her just a little more. I continued to slowly thrust more, and with each stroke it tore a little further, and she whimpered a little bit more each time. It grew more wet and a little more slippery from her blood, and then the head was fully inside of her and moving. She squealed as her hymen tore more, and she whispered to me that she loved me.

And then I was fully embedded into her. She continued to cling to me and for the next 15 minutes I continued her defloration; plowing in and out of her. I cleared away any vestigial element of her hymen, she continued to squeal, and tell me that it hurt and that she loved me. She continued to tell me that she would do anything for me and promised repeatedly what a good girl she would be. Finally I could no longer contain myself and as I began to explode into her- all thought stopped. There was nothing but the orgasm, her insides as I connected with them, and Nothingness. …..Nothingness.

Conscious awareness returned to me after perhaps 30 seconds or a minute. I was able to see again. Michelle was still clinging to me and kissing the side of my face. As my erection was evaporating, I withdrew slowly from her opened vagina and got off of her, holding her next to me with her head resting on my chest, in a typical post-coital position. I dozed slightly as I stroked her head but was unwilling to fall asleep for the night. Michelle was not yet aware of it, but I was allowing my sex drive 30 minutes to re-charge. Round 2 was approaching, and I intended for it to go on for at least 2 hours.

Chapter 4: Grove Academy

Stockholm syndrome

“The phenomenon is called Stockholm syndrome, after a 1972 bank robbery in Stockholm, Sweden, where bank employees held hostage for six days ultimately bonded with their captors. In that case the hostages resisted rescue, refused to testify against the robbers and even raised money for their legal defense.

“Other famous cases include Patty Hearst, a rich heiress who was kidnapped in 1974 by the Symbionese Liberation Army, an American terrorist group. Hearst, who was 19 at the time, apparently came to sympathize with the group, reportedly fell in love with one member, and even participated in a bank robbery with them.

“One reason people may develop sympathy for their captors is a psychological concept called cognitive dissonance: When people recognize inconsistent views within themselves, they tend to alter their thinking to remove the conflict. A mundane example is the tendency of people to value a product more highly after they buy it. It's hard for people to think of a product as worthless, and think of themselves as smart consumers, at the same time, so they often come to think of their purchases as being worth more than they would if they hadn't bought the item.

“Even in the more complex case of kidnapping, cognitive dissonance can come into play.

Imagine you've been kidnapped and are in a situation of genuine threat and are in terror. In order to survive, you have to become compliant and perform nicely for your captor. There will be a tendency in your mind to achieve consistency: “I'm acting nicely for this person, and the way they want me to act because deep down inside- they are nice too, and I want them to like me.” – Even if that isn’t true.

At Grove Academy, girls were molded along these behavior patterns. Obviously it was completely intentional. Breaking them was simply the first step. Teaching them to love their captors and torturers who were doing the breaking was just one component. But to many of us, it was a very important and enjoyable component.

Michelle was all of 15. Earlier in the day she had been a little rich girl, somewhat spoiled, going to a coming out Birthday party for one of her friends. She had a boyfriend. She had not fucked for him- ever. She had not yet fucked for anyone. She had not blown him yet, or any other boy. She had French kissed, had been petted and fingered by her boyfriend- but nobody else. She had felt his cock through his pants, and was planning on, or at least considering actually giving him a blowjob that night. But it wasn’t meant to be. She blew me instead. I’m not 16. I’m 48. And I didn’t stop with a blowjob. After paddling her ass black and blue, I fucked that little virgin raw, and exploded inside of her. She thanked me for it and told me that she loved me. And she meant it. You see, you can learn to love somebody. All of our girls do, and amazingly they often learn to do it very quickly. Cognitive dissonance.

She had been asleep next to me in bed for a couple of hours. I had given her more time to sleep than I had intended, but she had performed beautifully as she had surrendered her hymen to me, and it made sense to allow her to rest before our next engagement. Asleep she was breathtakingly beautiful as teenage girls can sometimes be. I got out of bed and looked at her for a couple of minutes, simply admiring her beauty, while in my mind I relived what I had just done with her. I put on a robe and walked out onto the terrace and still reliving the event, looked out onto the street at night. I could hear another girl on another terrace having sex. From the telltale sounds and screams, it was rather painful sex for the girl. I began to become aroused again and decided that it was time to awaken Michelle.

I woke her and brought her fully nude out onto the terrace, stopping to pick up a couple of latex gloves, a few small Dixie cups, and a tube of KY.

I sat down on a chair and had her kneel in front of me. With my robe and legs open, her eyes were naturally drawn to my swollen cock. I gently stroked the side of her face, and began to speak to her.

“I very much enjoyed breaking your hymen tonight, and you performed as well as I had hoped you would. Don’t answer me. I’ll tell you when I want you to speak next. I know you wanted to tell me that you loved me opening you, but I don’t want you to speak yet. You are not yet fully open to me. You still haven’t had your ass opened, and I believe that it’s important for you to have both holes opened by me in the same night. It’s important for you to understand completely that both holes are open for use, and completely interchangeable. The same thing is ultimately true of your mouth as well, in as much as I and other men will very often want to start with your mouth, and will then want to move on into your pussy or your ass, or both; and then often finish again in your mouth. For now however, I am going to focus primarily on fully opening your ass.”

“Most girls find anal sex to be painful in the beginning and you will be no exception to that. Having my cock inside of your rectum will make it feel like it is stretching painfully, and you will feel afraid that it will tear. The initial entry will also hurt. When it’s hurting, I want you to tell me all about it. But don’t you dare protest or ask me to stop. You will be lying on your stomach, with a couple of pillows under your hips. This will raise your bottom up more, making it easier for me to fully penetrate your ass. I will be lying on top of your back, with my arms around your head from behind. That will put my arms and hands directly in front of your face, and I expect you to passionately kiss my arms as I am fucking you in your ass. I expect you to tell me how much it hurts as you kiss me, and also that you love me. Remember that I want to hear about your pain because it excites me and pleases me. Now you can speak. What do you wish to tell me?”

She looked at me with those large green eyes, and said, “Sir, I only want to please you, and I do love you.”

I took that beautiful face in my hands and said to her, “Now before anything else, just because this is all part of your lesson, open your mouth and take my cock into it completely. Some of the blood from your virginity has dried on it and I want you to taste it and clean it with your tongue and throat. For the next 5 minutes that was precisely what she did. I instructed her about using her tongue thoroughly, and taking in and out of her throat as she gagged repeatedly. And she obeyed me. I had no intention of coming anytime soon. This was simply foreplay.

Ultimately I stopped her and lifted her head off of my cock. I partially lifted her up off of her knees enough to take her over my lap facedown, with her beautiful, bruised ass looking up at me. I think she assumed I was going to spank her until I put on a latex glove. When she heard the sound of the glove going on, and heard me squirt some KY into the Dixie cup, she knew it was lubrication time. I swirled a finger in the KY, covering it thoroughly. I began to finger her rectum. She accepted my finger willingly as I moved it around inside of her, stretching her rectum a little bit as I lubricated it. She knew it would make my very thorough, imminent sodomizing of her less painful.

I continued with 2 fingers inside her for 5 minutes, and she was ready. I took my fingers out of her, took the glove off, and had her get off of my lap. I took her by the hand back into the bedroom and stood with her next to the bed. I stacked two pillows on top of each other on the middle of the bed. I kissed her gently on the lips and told her to assume the position lying on the bed on her stomach that I had instructed her about. And she did. I dropped my robe and got onto the bed behind her, straddling her knees between my legs. My swollen cock hovered just behind her rectum. I brought the head to her rectum and pushed. The head went in with a pop, and she squealed with pain. I put my arms around her head from behind. With her ass up in the air the way was, it was easy to leverage myself 9 inches into her. And I began to ride her. Had we been at Disney, I would have named her Space Mountain, because she would have been the best ride in the Park.

The Asians called the kind of plowing that I did for the next 2 hours “Plowing in the Fragrant Fields”. It is something of an apt description. Relentlessly I plowed in and out of her. She squealed and grunted and moaned for the first 10 or 15 minutes. She told me how much it hurt, and that she loved me. It was obvious that she was in pain and just wanted it to be over. She hoped that doing exactly want I wanted would help it be over faster. It was a reasonable hope. After 15 minutes it began to dawn on her that it would not be ending that quickly, and she began to cry. Her tears moistened my arms along with her lips as she continued kissing them. She became more passionate as she spoke to me of her pain and her love. In spite of the pain wearing on her, she was growing more accustomed to the feeling of having her ass filled. I kissed her neck from behind and told her that I would pull out of her for a moment, which I did. Her ass when empty gaped open.

Her sphincter was in spasm in the open position. It was the effect of bodily submission that I wanted from her. I was determined that it would be followed by her psychic submission, and I re-entered her as she groaned. For the next 45 minutes she cried and told me of her pain and love as I rode her. All the while she kissed my arms. Finally, at the end of the first hour she ran out of tears. Her rectum was by this time completely non-resistant.

I continued to ream and plow her. She continued to kiss my arms and I continued to kiss her neck and sodomize her. And in that next hour we made contact with each other on an essential primary level. We were one being with pain and pleasure, feeling both sides. There are essentially two energistic primal forces in our world, fear and love. Most actions or emotions derive from one or the other, and they are in some respects, simply opposing fields of the same circuit. It is somewhat logical to employ one to drive the other. This is especially true of someone like myself, who feeds from the energy of both and understands their connection in real time.

Michelle was so frightened by the pain that I was sharing with her, that she was terrified not to love me, and as a result let herself go. She lost herself in the pain and the love she let herself feel in desperate exhaustion, and suddenly found herself connected to me on the most essential, primal level, and needing the connection. For the first time in her young life, she was in love- desperately so.

And I continued to ride her until, in a complete blackout of a sexual collision, I exploded into her ass as she experienced an orgasm that she had never imagined possible.

I did not make her suck me clean. There was time for that very minor lesson later. She was in a state of complete exhaustion and I was rather tired. I went into the bathroom to wipe my cock off, and returned to the bed moments later. I held her from behind in my arms and kissed the back of her neck. She would be asleep in moments and so would I. She kissed my arms and hands and told me again that she loved me. And she meant it.

Grove Academy   Chapter 5:

The School itself at any given time has approximately 400 girls in residence. Most are between the age of 14 and 24. Some are a little younger, and a few are in their early 30’s. Almost all of the girls have been selected for their physical beauty. We both maintain and enhance this beauty.

Most of our girls reside in dormitories attached to, or in the vicinity of the main building. Every student has a private room on her respective floor with a private bathroom. The rooms are well appointed. This privacy and comfort level is not to accommodate the students, but rather the visitors of the students- the members of the Grove Men’s Club. There are two types of membership: Associate Membership and Primary Membership.

Associate members pay a $10,000 annual membership fee and $1000 for each overnight visit to the club. There are 500 Associate members, who on the average visit the club twice a month. These members produce $17ml in annual revenue.

Primary members pay a one-time membership fee of $250,000 for which they receive one night per week at the club at no charge, for life. Additional visits are $1000 per night. There are 200 Primary members. Their initial membership fee yielded $50 ml in revenue. Additional visits yielded another $2ml in revenue per year.

Non member visits can be reserved at $2500 per night, if the guest is recommended by a member. There are approximately 4000 visits like this per year. All guests have the right to administer a very sound spanking to any girl they are visiting. A spanking can be as many as 500 whacks. The whacks can be very hard, but have to be given with a bare hand- usually applied to the girl’s bare bottom and thighs.

The paddle, the cane, the whip, or the belt, are generally only administered by resident Masters. Unless otherwise stipulated, Masters only have the freedom to apply these instruments of punishment to the girls that reside in their particular dormitory wing- or their 10 girls. The reason for this should be self-explanatory. A good sound spanking will make any girl cry pitifully, and leave her ass and thighs very red, also perhaps leaving finger-marks and bruises. The redness and bruises will be gone after a day, leaving the girls ass milky white and fresh, for her next visitor, and her next round of punishment. Marks, welts, and scars, from a whipping or a cane can easily last for weeks, and is “bad for business”. It is generally discouraged, unless there is an example to be made. That example would be made by a Master.

Additionally, certain judges, politicians, and police officers have visitation privileges at no charge, for which they unfailingly provide full value. When it is completely totaled, we average 1000 visits per week at the club, or 3 all night visits per week, per student. Annual revenue approaches $30 ml. This does not include revenue from one time memberships or the sale of at least 200 girls per year, at $100,000 each, on average. The arrival at least 20 new girls each month keeps everyone’s ongoing interest at a high level. It is a very profitable school.

There are also 40 full time Masters in residence at the school. Each Master has over-site of a dormitory floor containing 10 student’s rooms. The Master of course has a fully equipped, luxury apartment on the floor. Resident Masters pay $1ml each for these apartments. They of course have unlimited access to the resident students.

Only Members are able to visit the girls in their rooms, along with the resident Masters. Other guests are accommodated at the Grove Hotel, which adjoins to the school, and provides for many forms of entertainment. The Hotel has a couple of hundred suites, a restaurant, a ballroom, a health and fitness club with a very large pool, and a nightclub. All were open to the public.

Any visitor or Resident Master has completely full access to any girl they are visiting. Every girl comes to understand very quickly that her ass, her cunt, her mouth, are all completely available in any sequence.  Almost every visitor uses their spanking privileges to the fullest. Every girl expects to be fully used sexually, all night long, and is trained to need to give the maximum amount of pleasure in the most submissive possible way.

On this particular morning I was having breakfast in the hotel restaurant with Michelle after very thoroughly de-flowering her the night before. I was dressed casually in a pair of slacks and a sport shirt, Michelle was dressed only in a white toga and sandals which I had ordered the night before from the central wardrobe of the school. Unless otherwise stipulated, togas are the daily dress for girls at the school. Underwear is not permitted to them. The logic of this rule is clear. Togas are tasteful but easily movable or removable to make a girl completely and easily accessible. A toga can be raised and tucked into a rope belt at the waist, or the belt can be easily undone, allowing one to very quickly render the girl fully nude.

At my instruction, in order for her to more fully understand her complete availability, Michelle had lifted the back hem of her toga when she sat down, so that her naked, bruised ass was in direct contact with the chair. There were perhaps 30 people in the restaurant that morning, mostly men my age and girls Michelle’s age. We were shortly joined at our table by Jay and Meghan. Meghan was also dressed in a toga. She had a hand print on the side of her face. Obviously Jay had slapped her rather brutally the night before. She did not make eye contact with me, but answered “Good morning Sir.” when I spoke to her. Michelle sat next to Jay, and Meghan sat next to me.

By this point a few interesting things in the restaurant were also beginning to develop. There were a number of groups of four sitting together, and in a couple of cases the girls had already had their togas removed and were fully nude. I could see a couple of girls kneeling under their tables with their heads bobbing up and down in the laps of the Master they were kneeling before. No further explanation was necessary. Both Master and slave were enjoying their respective breakfasts.

Jay was positively gleeful as he told me about the fun he and Meghan had shared the night before. He told me that he had only given Meghan 75 strokes with the cane, but that they had been very hard strokes. He asked me to look at the front of her thighs, and so I lifted the front of her toga as I sat next to her. There were 15 bloody lines. Gently, I touched them as she winced. They were deep welts and would last for at least a week, even with regular treatments. I opened her legs more with my hand, and noticed immediately that Jay had also caned the inside of her thighs very thoroughly. Meghan was trying valiantly not to cry, as my inspection seemed to make her re-live what had been inflicted upon her the night before. She would never be a snotty little girl again.

I asked Jay how she had been sexually, and he told me that once he had given her the necessary inspiration with the cane, she had been wonderful. He had used her repeatedly in all three of her holes. He told me that he had spent two hours alternating his penetrations every few minutes from her ass to her mouth, and back again. She had initially thrown up twice, and after the second time he had slapped her very hard in her face. “But now she is completely comfortable with the taste of her turds. Isn’t that right, Meghan?”

“Yes Sir”, Meghan answered- barely above a whisper.

Michelle was growing noticeably uncomfortable during this conversation. Obviously part of that discomfort was the subject matter, and part was due to the fact that Jay had put his hand into Michelle’s lap as she sat next to him. I was quite sure that he already had the front of her toga fully raised and was fingering her somewhat sensitive vagina, as she tried not to squirm. As if to confirm this, Jay said- “I see that Michelle’s maidenhead is no longer with us! Perhaps you would now not mind if took her back to my suite for the rest of the morning to put her through her new paces?”

Michelle was visibly frightened as he said this, and was subsequently relieved when I told him that I was not yet prepared to release her to him- at least not just yet, and that in point of fact, I wanted to bring both girls back to my suite with me for the rest of the morning. I assume that he was expecting this response, because he immediately asked if a blowjob was out of the question before we left. I smiled and got up. I went to where Michelle was sitting next to Jay and asked her to get up out her chair. Jay had to stop fingering her as she stood up.

I sat down in her chair while she stood in front of me. I untied the belt of her toga, and quickly removed it, so that she stood fully nude in front of me. She looked at me and then at floor, as other people began to look in our direction, sensing from her nudity that perhaps something interesting was about to happen. I put my hand behind her and stroked her bruised bare bottom gently as I said, “Please walk around the table to where I was sitting, and get on your knees under the table. Open Jay’s pants, and blow him thoroughly. Let him have complete access to your mouth and your throat, like I taught you last night. I want him to come in your mouth, and I want you to swallow every drop of his seed. When he’s completely finished and you’ve swallowed everything, I want you to thank him and tell him that it was delicious. Do you understand?” I was still stroking her bare ass as I spoke to her.

She answered simply “Yes Master. I do.” And that was exactly what she did. As Michelle performed, Jay periodically moaned. Michelle made slurping noises as she sucked his cock while it was buried in her throat. She appeared to focus completely on her task. I looked at Meghan, who was still utterly miserable. I don’t think Jay had wanted her to fall in love with him as he inflicted one torture upon another on her. And she didn’t. I asked Meghan if there was anything she wanted to say to me. To my surprise there was.

“I’d like to apologize to you for my behavior at the party last night Sir. I said very rude things to you, and I was nasty. I don’t know why. I wish I hadn’t. I did not know who you were. But I see it was wrong.  Master Jay punished me severely last night, like you asked him to, and I kept apologizing to him. But I realized that I also needed to apologize to you Sir. I know that you can do anything to me that you want, including kill me. I wanted you to know that I’m very sorry Sir, and I want to be a good girl, and that I hope you’ll forgive me.”

This apology was punctuated by slurping and gagging noises as Jay sat next to me and enthusiastically fucked Michelle’s throat. The noises were mostly made by Michelle. Jay occasionally said, “That’s right, there you go- all the way down. That’s it. Use your tongue more. That’s right.” Followed by, “Here we go. Here it comes. Oh yes. That’s it. Keep swallowing. That’s it.” I could also hear Michelle’s gagging and swallowing noises as Jay’s semen began to cascade down her throat.

As this was happening, I responded to Meghan’s apology by asking her, “Do you think more punishment is appropriate for your bad behavior last night?” Still looking miserable and a bit forlorn, she nodded her head that in her opinion, more punishment was appropriate. I closed the topic by saying, “I think I will want to hear your apology repeatedly, before I believe you and forgive you.”

Jay meanwhile, had finished with Michelle’s mouth. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, and Michelle looked up at him from his lap, and finally spoke. “Thank you Sir. It was delicious.” In response Jay promised her many, many more- “gourmet opportunities” in the very near future. He was something of a bad man.

I had Michelle get dressed, which took no time at all. I said goodbye to Jay, who then got up, and helped Meghan up- taking her head in his hands as he kissed her good-bye, saying; “Thank you for all of the pleasure you gave me last night. I very much enjoyed being the man that gave you your first caning. I loved opening your ass, and teaching you to taste it deeply without throwing up. I happen to have one room available on my floor. Perhaps if the Headmaster agrees, I will take you as one of my full time resident students there. I might like to take charge of your continuing education.” Meghan may not have loved Jay, but it appeared to me that Jay may have liked Meghan, who was trembling uncontrollably by the time he kissed her goodbye. Of course, the decision was going to be mine, as to whether Meghan continued her training under Jay.

Before deciding that particular issue, I wanted her to spend a little bit of time training under me, and toward that end I brought both girls back to my suite at the hotel. As soon as we had closed the door and were inside the entrance hallway of the suite, I ordered them both to undress. They stepped out of their shoes and took off their togas, folding them and laying them on a side table in the hall. Side by side they stood in front of me fully nude with their arms at their sides. I had Michelle go brush her teeth. I began to inspect Meghan. From her breasts to three inches above her knees, she was very thoroughly striped. As I turned her around I saw that this was true on her front and backside. On each side she had 25 stripes of fairly deep welts. Jay had given her the other 25 strokes on different places on her body, like the inside of her thighs and the bottoms of her feet. He just loved torture. Far be it from me to judge him.

Michelle returned from brushing her teeth as I put my arms around Meghan, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands, and as I squeezed them I kissed her deeply. She responded passionately- kissing me as though her life depended on it. I expected no less. Fear works wonders. After a couple of minutes I stopped kissing her and spoke to both girls. “The way I just kissed Meghan, is the way I want you to kiss each other now. I’m going to change into a robe. But I want you to kiss each other the whole time that I am gone. I expect you both to be in each other’s arms, kissing and hugging and groping each other like your lives depend on it. They do. Start now”.

I nodded to both of them to confirm that they understood, and they immediately stepped into each other’s arms, and began French kissing deeply. Their hands were on each other’s asses, and I noticed Meghan had opened Michelle’s ass cheeks, and had begun to put one of her fingers into her rectum. I undressed and put on a robe, and returned to find them in essentially the same position, except that Meghan’s finger was further up Michelle’s ass. I put my arms around both of them as they were continuing to kiss, and I had them both drop to their knees. My swollen cock was demanding a bit of attention as I opened my robe. I plunged into Michelle’s open mouth and down her throat for 10 slow, deep strokes; and then withdrew only to repeat exactly the same process with Meghan.

I withdrew from Meghan, and instructed her to begin kissing my ass while Michelle continued to suck me. I told her that I wanted her to understand what it meant to become a Brown-Nose. This meant she was to push her tongue as far into my asshole as she possibly could, and getting it thoroughly wet. When she thought it was wet enough, she was to drop her tongue   down my ass crack, and lick the back of my balls. This would leave her nose up against my asshole while she licked my balls from behind. I made it clear that I expected her to push her nose into my asshole while she was licking my balls, and while Michelle was sucking my cock at the same time. I told her that when I came, they would again completely share my sperm and swallow it, but I expected Meghan’s nose to be covered in brown, from having been completely up my asshole. I told her that if it wasn’t, I would either give her an additional beating or simply send her back to Jay.

I took my time as I began to invade Michelle’s throat, and had her repetitively encircle my cock with her tongue as she knelt in front of me. Immediately behind me, I felt Meghan’s knees touch my heels as she began to press her face into my ass cheeks, which she opened with her hands in order to give her mouth and tongue better access to my rectum. I felt her lick my rectum thoroughly for perhaps 20 seconds, and then she began to push with her tongue into my rectum. It was incredibly erotic! A girl in front of me sucking desperately as she continued to gag my cock down her throat, and a girl behind me trying desperately not to gag, as she French kissed with my rectum.

Meghan kept her tongue up my ass for perhaps five minutes. All the while I plowed in and out of Michelle’s mouth and throat, giving her no respite. Meghan then sensed that it was time to lower her tongue from my asshole to my balls- also from behind. Her chin began to make contact with Michelle’s neck, as she knelt in front of me deep-throating my cock. While they made contact, Meghan kept the flat of her tongue on my balls, warming them with her breath while she forced her nose into my rectum which she had so thoroughly lubricated with her tongue. She forced it in and out, and in the process, her nose began its transformation from milky white to completely brown. I was able to contain myself for perhaps a few more minutes.

I had established something of a rhythm as my cock sawed in and out of Michelle’s throat. And she accepted it fully, trying faithfully to massage the invading cock with her tongue, with each thrust. As I began to cum I pulled it out of her throat, but left the front half of my cock in her mouth. Had I cum in her throat, she would have had no alternative other than to immediately swallow it. Instead she sucked it out of me and held every drop of it in her mouth.  I came voluminously. It was her second load of the day. I withdrew from her mouth and took her by the hair, telling her to open her mouth and show it me. This action also caused me to withdraw my ass from Meghan’s face, which had furiously been “brown-nosing” me.

Michelle showed me her mouthful of cum, about a foot away from Meghan and her nose. I looked at them both and said, “You both know what to do. Do it.”

And they did, stepping into each other’s arms they began to kiss passionately, sharing my seed, back and forth between them. They had been in our custody for less than 24 hours. They had been beaten repeatedly. One had been deflowered. Both had been sodomized for the first time. Both had swallowed the sperm of more than one man. Both of them had tasted and swallowed some measure of feces. They had been made to perform with each other as wanton lesbians. They had gone out of their way, albeit motivated by fear, to profess their enthusiasm for the whole thing; and more to profess their love for me and my associates. All in less than 24 hours.

Together, at the same moment, they swallowed another load. They thanked me for it, and told me that it was delicious. Their education and indoctrination was only beginning.

Her name was Maria. She sat on the hard wooden bed of her cell. She was completely nude, except for the handcuffs. Like most girls that are involuntarily naked, she sat with her arms together in front her, as if to give herself a modicum of modesty. It was an unsuccessful effort.

It had been like a bad dream that had lasted for weeks, all the while getting progressively worse, day by day.

She was 19, blonde and stunningly beautiful. Against her parents will, she had dropped out of college to marry an extremely rich movie producer who had promised her that he would make her a famous actress. She didn’t care that he was 45. She wanted to be a rich celebrity.

Almost from the very beginning the marriage had been failing. The sex had been horrible. When he touched her body, she felt like he was performing some kind of medical experiment on her. He was more interested in ejaculating into her mouth, than he was in fucking her normally. Each time he came in her mouth, she would pull off of his cock after the first spurt of semen, and she would spit the foul tasting stuff out. He kept telling her that he expected her to swallow all of it, and she kept refusing. She had never done that for anybody, and she never would.

He wanted to spank her as foreplay- naked. She wanted to make him happy, so even though it seemed perverted to her, she had agreed. But her idea of a spanking was light slaps on her bottom, punctuated by loving kisses on her bottom. Instead of that he hit her really hard on the ass again and again. When she tried to stop him by putting her hands in front of her ass to block the blows; he pinned both her wrists behind her back with one hand. He spanked her even harder until she was crying, and sobbing, and screaming, until he released her from off of his lap. She ran from the bedroom into the bathroom, locking the door and staying there for an hour until she could calm down, and stop sobbing.

He demanded anal sex, and she had flatly refused. She was never, ever going to do that. She remembered that her Mother had warned her against marrying this man, but forgot that her Mother had also warned her to “Never say never.”

And so he had served her with divorce papers. The divorce was going badly. She had anticipated a very generous divorce agreement, with alimony of $10,000. per month, a lump sum payment for her share of the house, and the ability to keep her Mercedes free and clear. Her husband had agreed to none of it. Through her attorney, she had threatened to make some of her husband’s sexual demands public to the tabloid newspapers.

And then yesterday morning she had been pulled over by a policeman after leaving her house in her Mercedes. The officer asked her politely to open her trunk, and when she did so, she was shocked to see a rather large brick made of white powder, wrapped in clear plastic. The police officer arrested her immediately.

Her trial took place three hours later, in the afternoon. She was given just enough time to call her lawyer, who appeared just before the trial began. The police officer testified about what he had seen. She told the judge honestly that she had no idea how the powder that had turned out to be Heroin, had gotten into the trunk of her car. Her lawyer barely spoke.

The judge listened carefully, and smiled at her often.  Without further preamble her found her guilty, and sentenced her to death. Her lawyer at this point finally spoke up asking the judge for “the type of mercy that is typical in this type of case.” He chuckled as he said it, and the judge chuckled back as he put an indefinite stay on her execution, while she underwent rehabilitation as a new person, in the custody of the State at Grove Academy.

The judge smiled at her from the bench and told her that he was looking forward to seeing her soon, and would pay personal attention to her rehabilitation. Her lawyer smiled at her as well, and told her that he was also looking forward to seeing her soon. The arresting police officer said the same thing as well. She didn’t really understand what that meant, but something was definitely not right, and it frightened her.

That night she was delivered to Grove Academy. A Matron took custody of her, and brought to the basement of the main building on the campus. She was assigned to a cell and placed inside of it. The Matron told her that she was allowed to retain her clothes for a short time. She was very relieved, because she had briefly seen a number of girls in other cells and they were all completely nude with their hands cuffed in front of them. She could not see other cells from inside her cell. Periodically men would walk past her cell on the way to another cell. Most of them were dressed in long Terri-cloth robes with hoods and sandals, looking almost like monks. She could hear cell doors open and close.

The sounds of discipline almost always speak for themselves. When a man says, “Get over my knees” followed a minute later by multiple loud clapping sounds and whimpering in that environment; it can only mean one thing. It is very un-nerving when the clapping goes on and on and on. The sound of the paddle is like a gunshot that reverberates down the hallway. Everyone knows what it is, whether or not it’s followed by the sound of a girl shrieking.

The sounds of sex are also unmistakable. The gagging and swallowing sound, as well as the sound of a girl gasping for breath are very recognizable, especially when heard together with a man saying, “Take more of it”, or “Use your tongue more.” The pleasure sounds a girl makes when being entered vaginally are also easy to discern, especially when the girl is being otherwise encouraged to be enthusiastic. The whimpering sound of pain a girl can make while being introduced to the joy of anal sex is also easy to visualize, even if you can’t see it.

These were just some of the sounds she was hearing, knowing that at some point it would be her turn to contribute to the sound effects. She was also pretty sure that some of the girls were getting more than one turn. She was pretty sure that some of the girls were getting a lot of turns.

A Matron gave her a bowl of cereal to eat for her that night along with a video player and some videos. She was told by the Matron to watch them all carefully. The videos were all instructional videos about the things girls were required to do as sex slaves, though those weren’t the exact words used. The titles were simpler, like- “How to perform oral sex properly” and “How to receive anal sex properly”. The videos had voice over narratives by the girls that performed on the videos as well as live sounds of their performances.

The videos were very un-nerving to her. The girls did things that she would never have done, like swallow men’s sperm, and receive men’s cocks all the way up their asses. Worse, the girls talked about it, emphasizing that it was the only thing to do, unless otherwise instructed. In one video a very young girl was thoroughly fucked in the ass by a much older man, with an impossibly large penis. The man withdrew his penis from the girls gaping ass, and it looked slimy from being up the girl’s ass so deeply. The man took the girl’s head by her hair and forced his penis all the way down her throat, telling the girls to “suck it clean!” as she obediently slurped on it. In the voice-over by the girl, she talked about how important it was to do it properly, and how she quickly got used to the taste of her feces and men’s sperm, which she happily swallowed at the end of the video.

There were other video’s in which girls were punished. One was entitled “How to receive a spanking” in which the girl who was being spanked talked in the voice-over about how much she wanted to be spanked, and how she asked her Master for a hard spanking. It didn’t make complete sense, because while she was saying that in the voice-over, she was crying on the video and begging the Master to let her suck him off.

It didn’t really make sense until the next video, which was entitled “The price of disobedience”. There were 5 scenes in this video with different girls. All the girls were nude, and all were in some form of restraint, as they were beaten, flogged, or paddled. The girls all screamed hideously as they were given long beatings leaving them bruised and bloody, that each would never forget. Some of the beatings were punctuated by girls receiving “Rotation Rapes” in which 5 or 6 men would move around the girl taking turns around her in a circle, using every hole again and again.  Maria began to tremble violently, because this was something she did not want to experience.

That night, amid all of the sound effects of sex and punishment, Maria realized that she was going to do all of the things she had told her husband she would not do, because the penalty for not doing them was unbearable. She would be spanked hard, and would say “Thank you” through her tears. She would swallow sperm- probably a lot of sperm; and probably very often. She would take it up the ass, and again say “Thank you”. She would taste her own feces and not complain. The alternative was unbearable.

The following morning she was given another bowl of cereal at 6 AM. An hour later, 2 girls that couldn’t be older than 16 came to get her out of her cell, and brought her to the shower. They all disrobed and the girls gave Maria a very thorough shower, paying particularly close attention to washing her genitals. Maria did not resist. In the midst of the shower, they completely shaved her legs, armpits, and genitals. They dried her and had her kneel over a low stool still in the bathroom. They gave a 3 quart enema of soapy water, and evacuated her thoroughly. After another rinse in the shower, they blew her hair dry and perfumed her liberally. They cuffed her hands in front of her and returned her to her cell, fully nude. It was 10 o’clock in the morning.

She waited alone, nude in her cell for half an hour. Something was about to happen, and she was very nervous. At 10:30 her cell door opened, and a man came in wearing a terry cloth robe with a hood and sandals. His hood covered his head. He had a wooden paddle and a few other accessories with him, which he laid on the table that had been placed that morning in Maria’s cell. He sat down on the bed next to Maria. Casually he put his hand onto Maria’s back and caressed it as his hand move down to the small of her back. She tensed more as his hand caressed her.

He told not to be tense. He told her that she should think about him as if he were her priest or doctor, and that she should not be afraid to tell him anything-no matter how personal or intimate it might be. As he told her these things he had her put her hands down in front of her, so that she was no longer covering herself. He stroked her breasts with his other hand, and seemed to weigh each of them in his hand as he spoke to her. He told her his name was Master David, and that he would be helping her through her initiation period here in the school. He put his hand between her knees and had her open her legs, so that he had access to her most private parts, if he wanted it. He brought his hand to her face and turned it to him so that her lips were inches from his lips.

He told he to give him a kiss, and she did allowing his tongue immediate access into her mouth. His tongue was incredibly long, and he seemed to want to stick it down her throat as he kissed her. She allowed it, and continued to kiss him passionately. He ended the kiss and bade her stand up in front of him, so that her breasts were mere inches from his face. For the next 5 minutes he inspected her thoroughly from head to foot, taking note of every detail of her body. He told her that he was expecting her to be an extremely diligent student, and that anything other than the most enthusiastic effort by her to learn every detail to perfection, would be met by very stern discipline.

He drew her to him by her waist and inhaled deeply from her breasts as they were in his face. He let his robe open as she was standing between his legs. His cock was fully erect and her eyes went wide as she saw that it was 10 inches long and at least 2 inches thick. He told her that it was time for her to thank him for the lesson he was going to be giving her later that morning, and he eased her down onto her knees between his legs.

With his monstrous, throbbing cock inches from her face, she closed her eyes as at the same time, she opened her mouth. He brought her cuffed hands under his balls, and she showed her how to hold them cupping them gently. He brought her head forward with his hands, and slowly his cock invaded her waiting, open mouth and she began to suck him. As she knelt there with his balls in her hands and his cock in her mouth, her entire world compressed only to the cock in her mouth. She heard his voice as he told her to use her tongue, and immediately she did, swirling her tongue around it, and making slurping noises. If only she could serve this cock properly, perhaps she could avoid a terrible beating a little later on.

She lost her sense of time as she made love to the cock with her mouth, worshipping it and loving it with every thought and stroke. She felt his hands on the back of her head, as her mouth was already stretched and crammed full. She heard his voice say “Take more”, and there was pressure on the back of her head as he pressed her down. And then he was inside of her throat. She knew this was coming. It had been in all of the videos, and all of the girls had talked about overcoming the gag reflex as you swallowed the cock into your throat. And that was what she was committed to doing as the cock began to fuck her throat in earnest. It withdrew for a second allowing her to catch her breath, and then it was back inside, all the way down- relentless. She continued to worship it on her knees, praying to it for his seed as though it was some kind of sacrament that would save her from the lesson he had promised her was coming.

And then as the cock continued to fuck her mouth and throat, she felt the eruption begin, and her mouth began to fill with the slimy, glue-like, foul tasting sperm, that she had always avoided. The Master said simply, “Swallow it. This is not the last time you will do so”. And she did. It seemed like he kept cumming and cumming. She struggled to keep up with it, and lost count of exactly how many times she actually swallowed. Finally, she finished it. He had her keep his cock in her mouth afterward and told her to keep sucking it and massaging it with her tongue as it relaxed. He made her suck those last few drops out of his cock as it shrank and went limp, which she also swallowed. And then it was over. He took her head up and off his cock, and the rest her world popped back into her reality.

She had done the thing that she had always refused to do- at least one of the things. There were still many more things waiting for her, and many more men. First, she thanked him, and told him how delicious it was.  Master David told her to get over his knees. He wanted to relax for a few minutes, but while he did, he wanted to consider her ass, and how best to administer her first lesson at Grove Academy. She got over his knees just like she had gotten over her husband’s knees, but she knew that the very best she was going to do was a spanking many degrees harder and more protracted than the spanking her husband had given to her, which at the time, she had considered to be far too vicious. While she considered this, the Master casually considered her ass, stroking it almost as a form of meditation. The paddle was still on the table, in every sense of the word.

Grove Academy- A story of the New Republic- Chapter 7-

Maria’s education and initiation continues.

She was over Master David’s knees, fully nude and handcuffed. She had just been thoroughly inspected by him, had dropped to her knees and given him a complete blowjob of submission, in which he fucked her mouth and throat to maximum depth. He had a massive cock. The day before this happened she would never have believed she would ever have done something so debasing. She had never before swallowed a single drop of sperm, although her soon to be ex-husband had relentlessly demanded that she do so. Today, she had just swallowed every single drop of the Master’s sperm. He had promised her that it was only the first of many, many ejaculations that she would be swallowing from possibly hundreds of different men, and she believed him.

For the last 10 minutes she had been over his knees, waiting for her “first lesson”. He had been studying and rubbing her rounded, milky white, perfect ass- almost as a form of meditation. She knew he was about to hit her, but didn’t know how many times, how hard, or what implement he was going to use to hit her with. The paddle he had laid on the table was ominous, but she hoped that her earlier cock-sucking performance would encourage him not use it on her.

She heard a sound that was only vaguely familiar as she felt his hands moving above her back and ass. It sounded like he was putting on a latex surgical glove. It was an alarming sound. Then she heard him doing something else she could not discern. One of his hands used his fingers to spread open the cheeks of her ass, and she felt one of his fingers on the outside of her asshole. It felt a little wet. He told her to relax her ass, and suddenly the finger was pushing up into her asshole, and moving around inside of her. She grunted, but didn’t move as he pushed it all the way inside of her, and methodically began stretching her asshole. It hurt.

He seemed to both sense and to enjoy her pain. He took his finger out of her for a moment, and then put two fingers back into her. The stretching went on and on until he finally had four fingers inside of her rectum. She tried not to squirm, and knew better than to complain. He asked her more than once if it hurt, and when she said that it did, he told her that he was happy. When he felt that she been stretched enough for the time being, he took his fingers out of her and removed the latex glove- and he began to spank her.

Every Master has a different preference and method of administering a spanking. Most Master’s have been possessed by a spanking fantasy at a very young age, long before they were able to actually realize their fantasy into reality. Their preferences were individualized and pretty thoroughly impressed into them at a young age. Master David was not an exception. He was what people might call a fast spanker. The girls of Grove Academy certainly thought of him that way. The whacks he applied to Maria’s naked, quivering ass were only spaced apart by one or two seconds- the time it took him to bring his arm back after the last whack. Unfortunately for Maria, even though he was a fast spanker, he brought his arm very far back after each whack, and delivered the whack with a great deal of force. Every girl in the school knew that Master David spanked hard.

The one spanking her husband had given her was so light compared to Master David’s whacks, that Maria almost went into shock by number 10. She was already screaming. He didn’t tell her to count, but for some reason she kept count in her head. She had hoped that he would stop at 50 whacks. After 10 she was crying. At 25 the tears were streaming down her face, and her yelps and “OW!”’s got louder. By 50 she was sobbing. After 100, where she finally lost count- it was all a blur. All she could think of was the pain, and how she would do anything to make it stop. She told him that.

Somewhere around 200 Master David stopped. He kept Maria over his knees and continued to rub her bare, extremely red bottom while she continued to sob. She couldn’t get the thought out of her head that if this was what a spanking was like- how horrible would a paddling be? A spanking was the method of punishment that girls on the videos begged for, because they were terrified of the paddle or the cane. The terror of being more severely beaten gripped her with a full-fledged panic attack. Her stomach was in knots, and she was afraid that she was going to vomit all of the sperm she had recently eaten and have to taste it all a second time. Worse yet, the Master might make her lick it back up, and taste it a third time as she re-swallowed it. Fear in its purest elemental form took hold of her.

The Master had her stand and bend over the table. He told her to get up on her toes as he picked up the paddle. He gave her a single, very hard whack on the backs of her thighs. The pain was blinding, and she shrieked and sobbed to him again that she would do anything. He told that she was about to do just that. It was only at that moment that she noticed that his cock was fully swollen again, and ready for another round.

He took the hand-cuffs off of her, and told her to keep bending over the table, with her face pressed onto the top. He told her to use her hands to hold her ass cheeks wide open. He asked her if there was anything she wanted to ask him. It was obvious what he wanted to do with her, and what he wanted her to ask for. She was terrified of the paddle now, just like he wanted her to be. She asked him to fuck her up her ass. She asked him to put it all the way up and fuck her there thoroughly. He told her that if he did that his cock might get very dirty from her feces. He asked her what she would use to clean it. She told him that she would clean it with her mouth.

And that was what happened. He stood behind her and she felt him position his cock at the entrance of her rectum, which he thoughtfully had earlier fully lubricated. With a little push it went right in and began to fill her ass. It was uncomfortable for her, and it hurt a little. It was almost like she felt like she really needed to go the bathroom, and her ass was getting more and more filled instead. She grunted and made up her mind not to complain. It seemed to her that as he began to saw in and out of her ass with his cock, that he moved it in a circular way, that seemed to stretch her sphincter more.

After she got over the initial pain, which was no where nearly as bad as the spanking she had just received, she had a long moment to actually think while the Master’s cock was plowing in and out of her rectum. She realized that she was doing exactly the things that she had insisted to her husband she would never do. She was not doing it on the expensive, plush bed they had shared at home. She was not permitted the dignity of a bed. She was in a cell, bending over a table with her face pressed into it, holding her ass open with hands in order to afford the Master a clear pathway. She had known the man who was taking her this way for about an hour. During that hour, she had sucked him dry and been beaten by him horribly. And his cock was monstrous. She could feel it continuing to impale the lower part of her stomach all the way up to her navel.

During this 10 minute period, she finally understood what a stupid girl she had been. If she had done all of those things that her husband had wanted her to do, she would not be in this position, having much harsher things done by a stranger with a monstrous cock. And he would not be the only one. She was certain that the judge who had convicted and sentenced her would demand all of these things. She remembered how he had looked at her when he told that he would be seeing her again soon. She remembered her lawyer as well, and the policeman who had arrested her. And she knew with certainty that there would be others, many others.

She was still terribly afraid of the Master that was sodomizing her. His cock was hurting her as it plowed in and out of her ass, but she knew that when he took it out, it would be time for her to suck it clean- as promised. But pull it out was what he did- without cumming. He sat down on the wooden bench and ordered her to turn around and get back onto her knees between his legs. She obeyed, with his glistening cock the merest of inches from her face, she said the briefest prayer of gratitude for the enema she had receive a couple of hours earlier. While his cock glistened with a brownish film, at least it wasn’t completely covered in shit. She was grateful for small blessings.

He reminded her to cup his balls in her hands, as he had earlier shown her, and then said, “You may begin”. Her mouth opened, and again she began the worship of his cock, as it fucked her mouth and throat. The taste was a little more bitter this time, but not as bad as she had feared. She slurped on it as much as possible in order to begin the cleaning process, and after a short time began to massage it with her tongue and suck the coating off of it, as she had promised. As she felt it becoming just about clean, the Master took her head by the hair, and pulled her head off of his cock. He looked her in the face, as she kept her mouth open in order to be re-impaled, he told to her to re-assume her position bending over the table. She realized then that was going to go back and forth between her ass and her mouth repeatedly. He had already come once, and he was in no hurry to rush his second orgasm of the day. This was something that the Master intended to enjoy for a while.

He lasted another hour, going back and forth between her ass and her mouth, usually in intervals of 5-10 minutes. In the process he lubricated her ass a couple of more times, and the cock she kept sucking clean got progressively more brown and bitter tasting. At one point she thought that she might retch, and he asked if she would like to take a short break for a paddling. She begged him not to do that in terror, and begged him to keep using her the way he was. Finally after an hour, the orgasm that she had been praying for to his cock, exploded copiously into her mouth. Fastidiously, she swallowed every drop, and continued to slurp on his cock- cleaning every remnant of her asshole from it, as it gradually went limp in her mouth.

She ignored the taste this time, and missed the irony of the desire she had felt to now swallow the same milky, glue-like sperm, that before today she had steadfastly refused to even consider tasting. He took the cock out her mouth and she thanked him, and told him that it was delicious. Life can occasionally give you a reversal of fortune.

As she knelt in front of the Master, he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. He told her that she had done well, and that he believed that he had received her best effort. He told her that she would not be punished again that morning. She felt as though something inside of her broke at that moment, and as she said thank you, she began to cry. He told her that she could kiss his feet in gratitude, and she immediately did so- spilling her tears onto his feet and licking them off. She thanked him again- and she meant it.

Before he left her in her cell to consider all of the aspects of her lesson, the Master told her that he would not be seeing her until the next day, but that she would be moved to a dormitory room on his floor. He told her that he was planning a dinner party for some friends in the evening of the following day, and that he wanted her to assist him in entertaining his guests. He admonished her to be prepared in every way possible, and that he would be extremely disappointed if she performed in any way that was less than perfect.

And then he left her there in her cell, nude, beaten, ravished, with the after-taste of the juices of her ass and the seed of his balls; to ponder what she needed to prepare for.  Her rectum ached from having been stretched, and her ass throbbed from the brutal spanking. Her throat was sore from having that cock thrust in and out of it with no respite so mercilessly. And the taste…Oh the taste in her mouth was one she would come be to be very familiar with, in spite of having avoided it for so long.

Chapter 8- Maria begins life in the Dormitory of Master David.

It had been 24 hours. The Master had introduced Maria to the reality of her new life. The prim, proper, and beautiful girl was no longer quite so prim and proper. She had consensually been ravished in her mouth and throat- twice. The first time it had been a stand-alone event. She had done it exactly as she had been instructed on the videos and by the Master.

He had disciplined her afterward with a very hard and long spanking, during which she had begged him for anal sex. She had been granted her wish. However the hour long experience of anal sex had been intermittently punctuated with visits to her lips, mouth, tongue, and throat by the monstrous cock of the Master. In her worst nightmares, it was something that she never imagined she would do; and yesterday she had begged for it.

A Matron had come to her later and allowed her to brush her teeth, and rinse her mouth; however she had spent an hour after the Master had left her cell, during which she continued to experience the after-taste of repetitive anal/oral sex. She was given lunch and allowed to shower. She was given a healing body cream to rub into her ass and thigh backs. She was given a white, mid-thigh length toga and sandals, and allowed to dress.

In the middle of the afternoon, two more female students, who appeared to each be about 16 years old, came to her cell and escorted her to the room in the dormitory she was to be transferred to. As she left the intake cell block, another new student was in the early process of initiation. The student looked to be 15 and very petite. She was completely nude, kneeling between the legs of a man in an open, hooded, terry-cloth robe. As she performed for him, her very red ass was very visible. The students accompanying Maria barely gave the girl a glance. Apparently this was very familiar territory to them,

There were 10 girl’s rooms on the floor that belonged to Master David. In the middle of the hallway there was a punishment bench. Obviously girls could be called into the hallway by the Master for punishment that all the girls on the floor would be able to hear. His suite was there as well.  Her room was very comfortable and well appointed in a “girly” sort of way. Her bed was a Queen sized bed, obviously designed to accommodate more people at one time than just Maria. Perhaps the only thing discomforting to Maria was a wall hanging, double-door, wooden cabinet near the bed. Inside the cabinet were various bondage restraints, punishment implements, sexual plugs, latex gloves, and various lubricants. The girls with her explained what she already knew. All of these things would be used on her by various resident and visiting Masters.

After the girls left her, a Matron came to her room and explained a few more things with great clarity:

First- the death penalty to which she had been sentenced was not waived. It was simply held in abeyance. Master David or the Head-Master could invoke it at any time for any reason they chose. There was no additional judicial process necessary before either of them could have her immediately executed. If that happened she could expect the execution to be painless and merciful.

Second- Her rehabilitation was designed to make her a new person with a new identity. That person would never be a citizen again, but would always be the property of the State, or the property of a man who purchased her as a wife or concubine. Anyone who purchased her would also have the immediate right to invoke her death penalty.

Third- Master David had the primary responsibility at the School to supervise her development and transformation into a completely submissive and worshipful lover. The goal of her transformation was for Maria to become the perfect obedient and loving wife or concubine; everything that she had not been with her husband. This type of wife or concubine was to be a part of the foundation of the new American family. The Master took his responsibility very seriously and received a review of every girl’s performance after every date and encounter had by each girl under his supervision. Failure to get anything other than a perfect evaluation met with a painful “lesson” and significant additional attention to the particular area in need of improvement.

The Matron told Maria that her next appointment was the following day with Master David and a few of his acquaintances, at the Master’s suite, for an early dinner. She gave Maria her class schedule for the next day along with a number of videos. The Matron told her that although she had previously viewed some of these, it would be helpful for her to review them all by the following evening, because her understanding would be vastly improved by her morning experience with the Master. She told her that she would be sending her a cocktail dress and shoes, for dinner the following night- and that was all she was to wear.  She left with the admonition, “Always be a good girl”. Maria said she would.

The videos were mostly the same ones that she had already seen. She understood “How To Perform Oral Sex”, and “How To Receive Anal Sex”, and “How To Receive A Spanking” much more clearly. “The Price Of Disobedience” still terrified her. There were also new videos, such as “Loving My Master”. In which a girl of perhaps 17 talked about how important it was to love her Master enthusiastically, so that the Master always knew she loved him. She said most of these things in a voice-over, while the video showed the Master sodomizing her while she cried and kissed his arms, or spanking her while she cried and thanked him. She also spoke about how much she needed the Master’s sperm to swallow, and how it was the most delicious thing in the world to her. Maria didn’t understand that at all. The girl certainly couldn’t be telling the truth- could she?

The other video that Maria hadn’t seen was entitled “How To Have Sex With Lots Of Men- At The Same Time”. The girl speaking in this seemed to be about 15. She said that she had been at the School for three months. She spoke about her feelings in the voice-over while she was ravished by 8 different men. She emphasized that it was OK to be afraid, and it was OK if it showed. Masters liked it when girls were afraid. It was important to simply do as she was told with enthusiasm, and to look forward to swallowing all of the men’s sperm as they climaxed. She giggled when she said “Don’t ever miss a drop.” It looked on the screen as though she might be split open. She was a very petite, little girl to have men in all three of her holes at the same time. In the video, they all raped her twice, and she thanked them.

She had dinner in the Grove Academy dining room. It was not exactly what she had expected. Typically a room full of mostly teen-aged girls is filled with endless talking. That was not the case here. The girls were all dressed in white Togas, and there was very little talking. The predominant sound was that of silverware on china. Girls only spoke when they were spoken to by a Master, and seemed to keep their answers as short as possible. At the end of the meal, the Head-Master read a list of girls that were to report to the Study Hall for a discipline session after dinner. He referred to the list he was reading from as “The Sting Sheet”. There were about 20 girl’s names on it. As their names were called, each girl got up and immediately walked into the Study Hall.

Maria went to bed early and was up at 7:00 AM. Her first class was at 8:30. It was a Yoga class. The teacher was another young Matron who emphasized stretching into all sorts of contorted positions. She told Maria that before very long she would easily be able to park both of her feet behind her head. This stretching class went on for two hours. Maria found the positions uncomfortable and somewhat painful to assume, but pushed herself relentlessly in each exercise.

From 11:00 to 1:00 she attended Hypnosis, with a Master that was a Psycho-therapist and hypnotist. She was the only student in his class that day. This Master immediately put her at ease and into a trance. She could recall him explaining to her that from that point on at Grove Academy, she would physically feel her fear, and that it would make her physically ill. He told that would only feel safe when she believed that her Master loved her. He told her that her worship of her Master would help her tangibly feel his love- whoever her Master was. He also told her that for her, sperm that she swallowed into her stomach would make all of the physical anxiety that she felt disappear. As long as she felt the sperm still in her stomach, she would feel no physical anxiety. While her Master’s seed was best, any seed from any man was good. Truly, sperm was going to be her mystical elixir.

She remembered it all, and for some reason that she could not comprehend, she was ok with it. In her mind, thinking of sperm that way solved all of the problems presented by her previous aversion to it. The Hypnosis Master told her that over the next few weeks, she would be seeing him almost every day, and that he would be instrumental in her orientation process. As he said it, he put his hand up the bottom  of her toga, and gave her bare bottom and squeeze and a rubbing, as he told her “We’re going to get know each other very well”. She left there feeling better then she had in weeks, but she didn’t know why.

After lunch, she went to aerobics class at 2:00PM in the gym. The teacher told that all girls took this class regularly and were not just expected to remain in perfect physical shape, but their shape and conditioning was dictated by their Masters. The girls all exercised in a very tight body stocking. There was a sitting area for spectators, and a couple of men were in attendance in street clothing. One of the other girls in the class told her, “Oh, they’re just shopping”.

At 4:00 she showered and prepared herself for her evening with The Master and his associates, who-ever they might be. She douched, shaved her legs and genital areas. In her private bathroom she had a large enema bag provided, but decided not to use it without help. The thought of evacuating herself was too much. She perfumed herself as the other girls had shown her the day before and dressed. Dressing was easy. It simply meant putting on the very revealing black strapless cocktail dress that had been provided, and the black, backless pumps- nothing else. Although she was dressed, she felt completely and obviously available.

She thought about who the Master’s guests would be, and how many of them there would be. From the tone of the Master, and the videos the Matron had left with her, she was fairly certain that the Master expected her to be used sexually by all of his guests- probably more than one at a time. In one sense this frightened her, but for some reason, she wanted to please the Master. She expected that the guests would likely be the judge that had sentenced her to death a couple of days earlier, as well as her lawyer, and the policemen who had participated in her trial at the Kangaroo Court that the New Republic so cherished. She knew that they were most probably going to use her, and might want to punish her for their pleasure. And she was nervous and a little frightened as she knocked on the door to the Master’s suite.

The Master opened the door and put his hand to Maria’s face to caress the side of it as he kissed her. He told her that she looked lovely and she thanked him. He took her by the hand and guided her into his suite, telling her, “Please come in my dear. There a number of gentlemen looking forward to meeting you.” They were in the living room sitting on the couch and club chairs. She had been expecting the judge, and the lawyer, and perhaps a few policemen. But they were not there. It was her husband, Roland- soon to be her ex-husband, and three of his closest friends. Roland was wearing an angry smile that he wore whenever he thought he was going to be able to win a fight or hurt somebody, somehow. His friends were simply leering at her in expectation. It had always seemed to her that they had always leered at her; at her wedding, whenever she and Roland had been out with them, it seemed to her as though they imagined what it would be like to use her in every possible dirty way. She had wondered if Roland had described her to them in lurid detail, about her body. Obviously he had done exactly that, and now they appeared to be quite eager for a first hand sample of their fantasies.

Roland had always been heavy. At 6’ tall, he was at least 275lbs. It had taken a great deal of will on the part of Maria to attempt to enjoy having sex with him. His friend Joel sat next to him on the couch. He was at least 60 years old and very skinny. He was a divorce lawyer, and had represented Roland against Maria in their divorce. As he leered at Maria now, all she could think of was how much she hated him. His other two friends were Albert and Paolo. Maria knew them both to be sociopaths. One night when Roland had been away on a business trip, Paolo had shown up unannounced at her house for no real reason. He had given her a really creepy feeling, almost as though he had been trying to think of a credible way to rape her. She had needed to ask him to leave.

Now she stood before all of them staring at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them.  The Master was standing behind her, holding her by both of her arms, above the elbows as he began to speak. “My dear, I realize that all of these guests that we have today had a very special place in your life, but it’s time for you to demonstrate how much things have changed for both you and Roland in a very short time. You may not realize it, but a couple of days ago, after you were convicted and sentenced by the State, you were declared dead. Because of that Roland is no longer divorcing you. He is a widower. You are a new person, and under my care here at Grove Academy. By coincidence, just a couple of weeks ago Roland became a full member at Grove Men’s Club, having paid the full membership fee. Isn’t life just full of coincidence?”

“I see my dear that you are not entirely comfortable looking at your grieving former husband and his friends, so I will, out of sympathy, try to help you with that.” With that he put a blind fold on Maria from behind, and followed it up by cuffing her hands in front of her. He said to the men; ”Why don’t you come say hello to  Maria? I’m sure she’s been missing you all and would love for you all to give her a hug”.

As the four men got up and stood around Maria, The Master pulled the front of her cocktail dress down so that both of her breasts were completely exposed. Two hands immediately began to handle her breasts. One of the hands was pinching her nipple, while the other hand seemed to be weighing her other breast. Other hands began to hold her arms, while still other hands began to lift the hem of her dress above her waist on her front and her back.

The Master patiently answered her former husband’s questions as the unseen men explored her with their hands and began to penetrate her lower openings with their fingers. She flinched as fingers were buried into her rectum and vagina simultaneously.

“So she doesn’t have an objection to oral sex to completion anymore?”

“I believe she understands how important it is for her to complete every act of sex the way the man she is serving wishes that completion to take place.”

“And she actually is willing to swallow sperm?”

“I believe that you will discover that she is willing to swallow anything you ask her to swallow. I believe that you will find that she is grateful for the opportunity.”

“What about a spanking. Has she learned how to take a spanking?”

“Oh, she’s learned how to take a spanking. And if I say so, she will also take quite a paddling, whipping, or caning. But anything other than a spanking will be up to me, for the time being at least.”

“What about anal sex?”

“Every sex act is on the menu.”

The whole time these questions being asked, they handled her, and explored her, and fingered her.

“Can we have her now?” asked one of the men. It had sounded like Joel.

“Of, course you can…. Maria, please get down onto your knees where you are, right now.”

She felt the two hands that had been holding her arms from behind guide her down to a kneeling position on the carpet. She heard a zipper in front of her and then two hands took hold of her head on both sides. Instinctively she opened her mouth, and immediately her lips felt a completely erect cock being introduced to them. Her awareness compressed down to that cock. She brought her cuffed hands up to caress the balls below the cock that was invading her mouth as she began to suck it. She was vaguely aware of other voices in the room periodically, but all of her awareness revolved around serving the cock. It wasn’t huge, perhaps 5 or 6 inches long and maybe an inch thick. It barely made it into the soft part of the opening of her throat, as it cycled in and out of her mouth. But she worshipped it nonetheless, slurping and massaging it with her tongue continuously. And with very little warning it exploded into her mouth, filling it with the most delicious seed. She swallowed 7 or 8 gulps, getting every drop of it down into her stomach.

She could feel the seed moving down into her digestive system as she swallowed it, and with no expectation at all, she suddenly felt so good and safe with all of these men. She realized then that the cock in her mouth had finished cumming. There was no cum left in it to swallow, and it was beginning to shrink. The man let go of the sides of her head, and took his cock out of her mouth. She thanked him and told him that it was delicious. No one said anything. She heard another zipper being opened. Two hands that were larger than the last pair of hands held the sides of her head again, and again she instinctively opened her mouth.

In total, the mouth rape of Maria by her former husband and his three friends took about half an hour. Each man lasted for perhaps 5 to 6 minutes sawing in and out of her mouth and throat before ejaculating into her throat as she worshipped their cocks. None of the men had particularly large cocks, and none of them really tested the depths of her throat- a test that she would have passed anyway. Maria had no idea which turn had been her ex-husbands. All of the men’s sperm had been delicious, and had made her feel progressively more complete. Her only disappointment had been that the Master had not taken a turn.

After the fourth man had ejaculated into her and withdrawn from her mouth, the Master removed her blind-fold. She was still kneeling on the floor, and all five men were standing above her. The Master left her handcuffs on and helped her up and brought her to her place at his dinner table, where he seated her. Her breasts were still completely exposed. The other guests and the Master also sat down. Maria was seated between the Master and Joel, and across the table from Roland. Two 13 year old students were the waitresses serving dinner. They were both completely naked.

Because she was handcuffed, Maria was only able to use a fork, and even that was awkward. The Master cut her food for her. Most of the animated conversation was being led by Roland, and most of it was antagonistically directed to his friends about Maria. He talked about how he had nurtured high hopes for his marriage, and how spoiled and terrible Maria had been. He took great pleasure in the fact that she would be spending the next year at the school, learning her lesson again and again and again.

He motioned to a punishment bench on the other side of the room and said, “After dinner, Master David promised me that he would put you across that thing, and beat your ass with his belt until it’s bright red. You wouldn’t let me spank you? You’re going to wish you had. And after that, you know what’s going to happen then? Remember how you told me that I and all my friends here were so gross and ugly?  Well we’re all going to fuck you up that tight little ass of yours, and then we’re going to make you suck our cocks again. I hope you have to puke, because if you do, we’ll make you swallow that too. Do you still feel like a stuck up bitch now?”

Maria just shook her head and said, “No Sir, I don’t.”

Midway through the meal, Master David had one of the girls serving the meal kneel between his legs. Because she was sitting next to the Master, Maria was able to see the nude girl unzip his fly and begin serving the Master’s huge cock with her mouth. The girl couldn’t have even been 5 feet tall, and probably only weighed 90 lbs, but she seemed to have no trouble deep-throating all of the Master’s cock. Even though she appeared to be only 14, she had obviously been practicing this for a long time.

The meal continued for another 15 minutes. The Master led the small talk, while the girl fellated him. The other men were seemingly too distracted to say very much. Maria knew not to speak unless she was spoken to. The Master stopped speaking while he came into the girl’s mouth. For a moment his eyes lost their focus. Maria could hear the girl swallowing his prodigious load. As he put his cock back into his pants, they were all able to hear the girl thank him.

The Master looked at Maria and asked her to stand. She complied. He told her to undress, and she did. He told her to walk over to the punishment bench and to assume her position over it. She could feel her legs trembling as she obeyed. The Master asked Roland to secure Maria to the bench. Using the leather straps attached to the bench, Roland first secured her knees so that they were a little more than 1 foot apart. Next he used the waist strap across the small of her back, so that her torso was parallel to the floor. Finally her secure her arms at the elbow, so that they were perpendicular to the floor.

He told Roland that this one time, he would allow him to punish Maria with his belt. He told him no more than 150 whacks, and that he should take his time. He encouraged Roland’s friends to stand up and watch closely as Roland punished his ex-wife for her prior misdeeds. He told them that it was alright for them to touch Maria while she was being punished. By the time, Joel, and Paolo, and Albert surrounded her at the bench, Roland was standing behind Maria and already had his belt off and was doubling it over in his hand. As he delivered the first whack with all of his strength he asked Maria if she was going to tell the press about this ass whipping she was getting? Maria shrieked with pain and told him she was sorry.

He asked her questions with each whack. Did she remember demanding an obscene cash settlement? What about half of his house? Did she refuse to take it up the ass? Did she like this whipping better than that little spanking he had given her? Was she looking forward to being fucked in all three of her holes by his friends?  How had she enjoyed the taste of all their cum? Was she looking forward to her new life as a slut and cocksucker? Maria kept shrieking after each whack and apologizing for all the things she had done, and the things she had refused to do.

Roland ran out of angry questions by the 20th whack, but he kept hitting her. The other men surrounded her, roughly fondling her breasts , and pulling her head up by the hair, in order to better see her tears and expressions of pain. They had their erect cocks out. The two serving girls lubricated the cocks with a gel they had spread on their hands. Roland continued to hit her with the belt until her ass was bright red. He stopped for a moment to open his pants, and ordered one of the serving girls to lubricate his cock. Maria was sobbing, and apologizing for everything. Roland took a hold of her hips and with one hard thrust, was immediately all the way up Maria’s ass.

Maria squealed for a second, and asked him to please fuck her hard. For 5 minutes he plowed her ass as hard as he could, and finally pulled out of her, leaving her ass gaping open. As her walked around her to get to her face, Paolo’s cock replaced his in her ass. Roland took her by the hair and she opened her mouth and sucked her ass off of her ex-husband’s cock. It went on for two hours. Every 10 minutes the men would change places as they moved around her in a circle. Because they had already ejaculated once into her mouth, they were in no hurry to finish. There was always a cock in either her ass or her pussy, and there was always a cock in her mouth. She completely lost track of who was raping her where. Her main focus was on breathing in between thrusts of the cock in her mouth.

Finally, after what seemed to be an endless time period, her focus changed to swallowing sperm again, and again, and again, and once again. Finally, nobody was inside of her anymore. Roland approached her face to say goodbye. He kissed her on the forehead, and told her that he would see her again soon. He told her that he hoped that she had learned her lesson. She apologized yet again.

The Master released her from the bench. He told her to go into his bathroom and take a shower, and brush her teeth. He told her that her night was not yet quite over. It took her an hour to shower and blow-dry her hair, and brush her teeth and rinse her mouth. The Master was waiting for her in a robe, as she walked fully nude out of his bathroom. He led her by the hand to his bed, where she got under the covers. He put her onto her stomach with a pillow under her hips. His cock was fully engorged, and erect, and huge. He lubricated it, and got into bed with her, on top of her from behind. She felt her asshole being opened again, and then he was inside of her rectum. This cock still stretched her to the limits of her endurance. It occurred to her for a moment that he had never taken her in her pussy and that this might always be his preferred pathway.

It became one of the longest nights of her life, and the first night in which she had ever gained anything in the way of wisdom. The Master rode her this way, fully up her ass, for the whole night. At first she had just wanted it to end. She had already been fully humiliated by her ex-husband and his friends. She had hoped that the Master had only wanted her this way for perhaps a half hour or an hour at most. But he continued to use her and stretch her rectum for the entire night.

She had started kissing his arms and crying and thanking him as the video had instructed. But after the first hour of seemingly endless torture, something completely unexpected happened. Somehow, on a psychic level that she had never known existed, she and the Master made contact. His thoughts, his feelings, his fears, were all her fears as well. Inversely, suddenly the Master was also in sync with her as well, feeling all of her feelings and thoughts. She had never thought anything like this was possible, and yet here in the depths of depravity, in her lowest possible moment, she was experiencing her highest level of consciousness- a level that she had never considered attainable. For the first time her being was one in all senses with another being. For her first time, the universe made sense.

Still the Master continued to sodomize her, and she abandoned herself into her pain, as she continued her dance of oneness with him. She realized that only way she had achieved this was by abandoning herself into his ownership, and that in so doing she had enabled herself to completely connect with him. A second awareness seized her almost simultaneously with absolute clarity. She realized inversely that this was the only way the Master was able to connect with another human being as well, and that just as certainly as the Master owned her; her willingness to abandon herself in this place meant that she also owned the Master, because he needed this more than she did.

He climaxed in a sexual collision of consciousness. It was only after the climax that she noticed that the sun was rising, and that he had used her all night. He withdrew from her and she sucked him clean. As he fell asleep next to her, she told him that she loved him. And she meant it.