THE ISLAND

BY TOMMY

Note: The Island is the sequel to Training The Girls

Part 1

Dave pushed the blinds to one side and gazed out over the rocks
and beach below to the far horizon.  A tiny speck was just
visible, no doubt one of the luxury liners carrying wealthy
passengers to their next port of call somewhere in the Red sea.
So quiet!  Just the hum of the powerful air conditioners that ran
throughout the whole building.

He stretched and closed his eyes.  What a life!

How long had he been here?  Two, three years now?  Who could have
guessed that all his plans would change so rapidly?  The business
he ran with Mike had made them a fortune. Grooming and training
young girls to be rented out to rich clients all over the world.
Gosh, that had been fun!  He chuckled as he remembered the old
sprawling farmhouse they'd kept just an hour from London and all
the girls they'd had in their large underground rooms.  The money
in Switzerland and the Cayman islands was enough for them both to
retire in luxury.

Who could have guessed that one of their clients was in a similar
business to theirs and had been watching them for years?  
Similar business?  Mmm, maybe, but a much better, smoother
business than theirs had ever been.  He still remembered when
Tariq – if that was his real name – had first invited them to
consider a partnership.

Down on the beach, Dave saw a fat man run down to the sea, two
very small naked girls holding his hands, one dark skinned, the
other very definitely european.  Though too far away to hear,
Dave knew they'd be laughing, a picture of innocence and beauty.
Of course, the fact that the man was naked as well would
probably make some people look again in surprise.

But on this island that would be most unlikely.   Well away from
the shipping lanes and off limits to amateur sailors due to the
treacherous rocks, they had complete and utter privacy.  At least
twice a day, a dark grey gunship circled the island – courtesy of
Tariq's family – ensuring that their privacy was respected.

If any uninvited visitors did succeed in coming close enough, all
they would see was an enormous white building with – assuming a
powerful pair of binoculars – a large sign announcing that this
was simply the 'Tariq Azdul Health Centre', though strangely not
to be found on any websites in the world.

Dave looked at the time and grinned.  Mike would probably have
finished his rounds and would no doubt be having a beer with one
of the clients.

Down on the beach, he saw the man running out of the sea, the two
little girls chasing him.  He threw his overweight bulk onto a
large towel spread beneath a white parasol.

Dave watched and chuckled.  This bit, you'd never see this on a
Torquay beach!

The small dark skinned girl ran behind the man and fell to her
knees, straddling his head and lowering her bottom over his face.
The other girl was already between his legs, fingers and mouth
buried in his crotch.

If only all the clients were like this, thought Dave.  A rich
German businessman willing to pay huge sums for three days of
ecstasy.  Wasn't this his second visit?  It was rare for a client
not to return.  The 'centre' made sure of that.  Luxurious
accommodation, the best food and the opportunity to indulge in
whatever fantasy you could imagine, in complete security.

The only drawback was the journey to get here and back, but most
people found it a price worth paying for what awaited them.
Security was taken extremely seriously and every client was
searched and scanned carefully before starting the journey.  All
electronic equipment, phones, even watches were taken and stored
for the client's return. A seven hour car journey, four hour trip
by private plane and another five hours by boat, all the while
treated like royalty - yet with all windows carefully blocked –
ensured the client had no idea where he was.  Not that any really
cared of course!

Dave sat down behind his desk and gazed at the monitor.  What
were the others up to, hmm?  He couldn't help laughing at the
images.  Oh yes, the clients were assured of complete privacy but
as Tariq had said long ago, you can't be too careful!

There were at least two hidden cameras in each room, enabling
Dave and Mike to keep a careful eye on what was going on.  Of
course, the clients were promised they could do whatever they
wanted – at a price – but there were limits.

He flicked through the cameras.  A few clients were obviously
having an afternoon nap, microphones transmitting their loud
snores to his monitor.   Room 3 showed the occupant lying face
down on his bed, arm spread over a small girl next to him.  Dave
zoomed in closer.  The girl's buttocks were a deep crimson.  Ah
yes, this one liked to spank them hard before sex!  In fact,
thinking about it, quite a lot of the clients did!
He switched to the next room and had to turn down the volume
quickly as loud screams filled the room.   A ten or eleven year
old boy was strapped to the large padded trestle table fitted as
standard in all the rooms, and was being caned by a dark swarthy
asian man. The second and last day of his visit, the client had
already spanked the boy with a variety of implements and, as
agreed, had saved the cane for last.  Not one of the regular
light canes they kept in stock, but a real heavy senior rattan
cane.  Dave winced.  The man was swinging the cane hard.  Even
with the special cream they used, the poor kid would probably
have bruises for up to a week!  He shrugged.  Still, the client
was paying extra, a great deal extra, for this.  Everything was
always carefully planned.  According to the calendar, the boy
wouldn't be needed for the next ten days so the bruises would
have time to go.  Hopefully the client would remember to put some
cream on the boy's backside when he'd finished.

Speaking of which… He had to check if they still had plenty of
the special corticosteroid cream in stock.  They seemed to get
through it so quickly these days!  Improved even more since being
used in Britain, it got rid of bruises and swollen skin in record
time.  Goodness knows what else is in it, thought Dave.  
Steroids, anaesthetics and some other drugs he was sure the
Russian supplier didn't want them to know about.  Suffice to say,
it worked extremely well.   Reddened skin returned to normal
within an hour.  Bruises that would normally last a week
generally disappeared overnight.

A glance at one of the other occupied rooms made him laugh.  Oh
this one was a regular, so much so that they'd decided to give
him special rates.   Different from the other clients, this guy
had a thing about being spanked and abused by little girls.   The
small but slightly podgy man was kneeling on the edge of the bed
while a tiny girl – perhaps seven or eight – slapped his huge
backside with a slipper as hard as she could, stopping from time
to time to slip her small hand between his thighs and tease his
rock hard cock.

Oh yes, that was Sharon.  He remembered the girl well.  One of
the easiest to train and had taken to her new role very well.  A
combination of Tariq's resources and their own know-how in
training regimes and drugs ensured complete obedience from the
children.

He sighed with pleasure.  It had been Mike's idea to alter the
training process.  Back in the UK, they'd trained the girls with
no psychological preparation at all.  Here, the neural inhibitors
they gave the kids at the beginning completely mixed up their
memories, and a few days of sensory deprivation and
hallucinogenic drugs made sure that as far as the kids were
concerned, they'd always been here.

A look at another camera revealed the amusing sight of yet
another regular visitor doing what he liked best to a small boy,
the boy in question bound, gagged and secured to the table with
heavy leather straps.  Ah yes, young Timmy.  At first glance the
boy looked as if he were struggling and crying.  Dave laughed. 
The boy was a great actor!  After all, the kid had been fucked so
many times over the past few years, he probably hardly noticed!

But their priority was to keep the clients happy and give them
what they wanted, a fact that was drummed into the kids
repeatedly, often quite painfully.  After every visit, the
clients filled in a long questionnaire.  Woe-betide any child
whose customer was not a hundred percent satisfied!

He checked some of the other rooms.  Some empty, some full. 
Where was the Argentinian guy, the one who…?  Ah yes, there he
was.  Dave zoomed out a bit and laughed.  This guy was like the
German.  He preferred the company of two kids, but had a lot more
imagination!  Today was no exception.  The man was sitting in a
chair, cock in his hand watching a young girl spanking a little
boy over her knee.  No pretend spanking either!  The slaps rang
out like pistol shots.   A word from the man and she stopped. 
Within seconds he had them on the bed, the girls tongue
frantically attempting to get the boy's tiny penis erect.  The
guy had a sense of humour.  Dave had seen this game before.  Of
course, the boy had been given a dose of cialis or Viagra in the
morning – as were most boys.   Dave laughed again.  The girl was
too late.  Now it was the boy's turn, the girl's yelps growing
louder as he slapped her plump buttocks as hard as he could.

He switched off the monitor and lay back in the comfortable
chair.  Shit, watching all that had made him horny again.  He
squeezed his hard cock through his trousers.  Where the hell was
Asha?   She should have finished her chores by now.  Perhaps it
was time to find another one.  No, give her a few more months at
least.

Both men had decided early on to use one of the newly-trained
children as their own personal valet.  Asha was his third since
arriving at the island, and probably the best.  Her golden skin
and light brown hair suggested a mixed parentage, possibly
caucasian- chinese?  He wasn't sure.   For an eleven year old,
she sure had learned fast!  Well, they all did, didn't they?  
After all, being a valet to one of the masters gave her so many
advantages over the others.  Shoes, nicer clothes, better
treatment, punishments in private…He chuckled.  Asha made sure
the other children knew who was in charge!

A knock at the door.  "Come!"

He smiled as Asha entered and bowed, her long hair tumbling over
her eyes.  Very slightly on the plump side – as Dave preferred -
the young girl was a little short for her age.  On her feet were
a pair of white leather sandals.  The rest of her attire had been
personally chosen by Dave.  White silk stockings covered her
legs, the tops supported with suspenders attached to soft leather
straps circling her thighs, connected to a white girdle that
covered her tummy and ended just below her small preteen titties.
From her tummy down to the stockings, she was completely
uncovered.  It had been Dave's idea that their valets should have
their buttocks on display at all times.  Far from being
embarrassed, most valets soon realized the status it afforded
them.  As a general rule, when not with clients, children had to
wear simple clothes in order to hide their reddened and often
bruised skin rather than to afford them any modesty.   Asha's 
attire, or lack of it, allowed her to show off her unmarked
buttocks and sent a clear message to the other children that she
was treated differently.  Not that she avoided punishment
altogether.  Oh no!  But the spankings that Dave gave her were
light in comparison to what most clients would have inflicted.

Dave looked at his watch.  "Where on earth have you been?" he
asked gruffly.  Asha looked momentarily scared by his tone, but
saw the twinkle in his eyes.  She ran over and hugged him hard.

"Sorry sir.  Master Mike wanted me."

Dave saw a small boy at the door fidgeting nervously.   He
recognised him immediately.  Simon had been on the island only a
few months.   With his blond curly hair and cheeky grin, the nine
year old boy had become popular with the clients very quickly.

"Why is he here?"     As usual, he pulled Asha to him and sat her
on his knee, her small  hand immediately going, as it always did,
to the bulge in his trousers.

"If you please sir, Master Mike was busy and asked if you would
be so kind as to deal with it."

"Deal with what?"

Dave stroked the girl's thigh and chuckled as she instinctively
opened her legs a bit wider.

"Please sir, Simon asked Master Mike if he could have a word with
the client tomorrow about what he's going to do. He's…"

Dave looked at the scared little boy in the doorway.  "Come here
Simon!"

The boy walked gingerly up to the desk.  Like all the children,
he was clad only in thin blue shorts and white teashirt.  Dave
scrolled down a list on his computer.  Ah yes, the Belgian guy in
room 25.  He remembered him.   A nice gentleman, quite gentle.  A
very good client.  He'd booked a whole week and had the pick of
the boys!  What on earth was going on?

"Well?"    He looked at Simon, starting to feel irritated.  Asha
had opened his flies and her soft hand was teasing him.  He ran
his finger over her smooth hairless pussy and she moaned quietly.

The little boy looked close to tears.  "Sir, please….
I…please…it's the man I'm seeing tomorrow.

"Yes, I know.  What's the problem?"

Dave sighed.  The boy was probably long overdue for a good
thrashing.  It was often like this.  Long experience had taught
him that the occasional public thrashing worked wonders for
keeping them in line.

"Please… it's just that… well sir, I was with him for a while
yesterday sir… and…"

"What?"

"Well sir, yesterday he only wanted me to suck him and play with
him sir and…."

"So what? "

Simon bit his lip nervously.  "He said,…. he said that when he
met me again in a few days, he was going to fuck me sir and…."

Dave wiped his brow.  This was getting silly.

"I don't understand.  So he's going to fuck you.  What's the
problem?"

A tear ran down the boy's cheek.  "But sir, he can't sir.   I
mean…. He's so…so big sir and… it's too big sir and…."

Dave groaned.  He understood.  Yes, now he remembered watching
the monitor.  Yes, the guy was remarkably well endowed!   In
fact, he'd never seen a cock as big as that!  No wonder the boy
was scared.  But…  His eyes narrowed.    He had to nip this in
the bud right away!

"You are here for the pleasure of the client!  It is not for you
to decide!  You will be punished!"

Quickly, he called the up calendar on his screen.  Simon was
marked in for two days with the client, then nothing for another
15 days.  Okay.   He added Simon's name to next week's list.  It
would be the boy's first public thrashing and would do him good!

But meanwhile?  He pressed a button on his intercom and waited. 
Asha was nuzzling his neck, her hand squeezing his cock.  Oh
shit!

The door opened and a smallish but strong looking man entered. 
From either Morocco or Algeria – Dave couldn't remember – he was
one of a small group of servants and guards that helped run the
facility.  Paid handsomely by Tariq and in no doubt of what would
happen to them and their families if they ever betrayed his
trust, they were fiercely loyal and obedient.  From his belt hung
a short whip.   He bowed slightly to Dave and looked at Simon,
grinning.

Dave pointed at the frightened boy.   "Mettez-le vingt minutes
sur la table et puis en noir jusqu'au minuit!"

Amazing how his French had improved so quickly since coming here,
thought Dave.  The servants didn't speak English and talked among
themselves in Arabic, so the common language had to be French.

He had just told the swarthy arab to put the boy on the table for
twenty minutes, then in the dark until midnight.   Poor Simon! 
Still, couldn't be helped.  Of course, he would have preferred to
give the boy a good caning or paddling, but with the client
arriving tomorrow, he needed the boy's buttocks unmarked.

The table was simply a version of what Dave and Mike had used for
many years in Britain.   The terrified child would be bound
firmly to a padded table and blindfolded before having about
fifteen small electrodes attached to various parts of their body.
The device was similar to that used in electric stun guns. 
Shorts bursts of high voltage electricity were delivered at
random intervals causing intense pain.   The poor victim left in
darkness would wait in terror, not knowing when or where on their
small body the next jolt would arrive.  Sometimes a minute would
pass, then several jolts would arrive all the space of a few
seconds.  Excruciating but effective, and no marks left.

The small man nodded and licked his lips.   He loved his job,
especially the perks.  Dave saw the look on his face and laughed.
No doubt he'd have a bit of fun with the boy first.

"Oui, enculez-le bien si vous voulez, mais faites attention quand
meme!"

Asha looked up and giggled.  Like many of the children, she'd
learned some French.  He'd just told the servant that he could
fuck the boy if he wanted, but be careful.  She loved seeing the
boys suffer!   A lot depended on where the electrodes were
placed.   They were meant to be put all over the body, but she'd
once seen a particularly sadistic guard put four or five of them
on a boy's testicles.   If Simon had any sense at all, he'd make
sure that he kept the guard happy!

Simon looked from Dave to the servant, not understanding, but
guessing what they were talking about.  He started sobbing loudly
and opened his mouth to speak but was brutally dragged through
the door before he had chance.

Dave gave Asha a hug and kissed her cheek.  "Poor Simon!"    He
sighed.  Knowing the cruel sense of humour that most of the
servants possessed, the boy would probably spend a bit longer
than twenty minutes on the table before being taken down to the
dark airless cells beneath the building.  There, he would be
allowed to reflect on his behaviour, his wrists suspended by
chains from the ceiling keeping him on his tip-toes and no doubt
'visited' by more servants.   At midnight he would finally be
taken to his own bed in the dormitory, given pain killers and
valium and allowed to recover in time for the client's arrival. 
He made a quick note on his pad.  Must remind the guard to put a
large butt-plug in the boy.  Wouldn't hurt to prepare him a bit
more!

The little girl shook her head.  "Oh sir, he's such a naughty
boy.  He deserves it."

"Hmm, you think so do you?"  Dave leant back and allowed the girl
to ease his swollen cock out of his pants.  He patted her thigh.

"What about you?  Do you need punishing?"

Asha giggled and ground her bottom harder into his lap.  "Yes
sir… sometimes."

Dave groaned.  The girl's fingers were everywhere.

Asha knew what her master liked when he was in the office.  She
slid swiftly off his lap and knelt between his legs.  Her hot
little mouth engulfed the tip of his swollen cock.

Oh fuck!  Dave ran his fingers through her hair.  Oh fuck!  Her
tongue was all over the place.  So fucking good!   He'd need a
few hours at least to recover afterwards, but was already looking
forward to playing with her later in his room.  Her bottom was
perfect and she knew it!  How many times had she teased him into
giving her a spanking?  Shit, he loved spanking her!  Not too
hard, but just enough to make her squeal and turn her pert
buttocks nice and red.   Then lie on his bed while she straddled
him and lowered herself onto his cock.  Hmm, she was so good at
that!  Even after all her training he could see that it was still
painful for her.  Mmm, he'd have to check her pussy again today.
If it looked too sore, he'd use her arse instead.    That was the
problem with the drugs they gave to some kids to delay puberty. 
One side-effect with the girls was to make their vaginas tighter.
Annoying for all concerned, considering  the training they'd
had, but necessary to prolong the usefulness of the child as much
as possible.

He opened his eyes for a second and smiled at the appreciative
noise she was making as she brought him to the point of no
return.  How long did she have?   Two more years?  Probably
another few months as his valet, then back with the other kids,
servicing clients until she was thirteen or fourteen, then…?  
He'd miss her, but it couldn't be helped.  For some reason, the
memory altering process wasn't as effective after this age.   It
took a few weeks for it to work properly – the drug cocktails and
sleep deprivation periods, continuous subliminal messages, 
followed by drug induced sleep, repeated continuously until the
child's memories had been completely erased and replaced with
false ones, then finally left to be found, safe and sound,  many
thousands of miles away.

Oh fuck!  Oh…. His legs started to shake and he came in the
girl's mouth, her tongue teasing his cock till every drop had
been coaxed out of him.

She kissed his flaccid cock and looked up at him, licking her
lips.

"Thank you sir!"

Dave stroked her hair and grinned.   He looked at the papers on
his desk.

"Okay Asha, go and check on the children.  I have a bit more to
do here."

"Yes sir."

She stood up and walked to the front of his desk.  Not just
Dave's valet, she served as his eyes and ears in places where the
cameras never reached.   Dave watched her pick up a thin riding
whip and slip it into the top of her stocking.  He couldn't help
laughing.  Little sadistic minx!

On his monitor he was able to watch her walking down the marble
stairs and out into bright sunshine.  Inside an adjacent hall
fitted out as a gymnasium, he could see her examining a large
group of children running and jumping, supervised by a bored
looking guard, a long electric cattle prod in his hand.  Along
one wall, other children were pedaling furiously on exercise
bikes.  Occasionally the guard would wave his prod menacingly at
one of the children who, in his opinion, was not trying hard
enough.

The aim was to keep them busy at all times.  When not with
clients, each child was put to work cleaning, washing clothes,
tending the gardens, helping in the kitchens and whatever menial
chores the men could find for them.  When not engaged in chores,
they were expected to spend time in the gym keeping their bodies
in shape.  Even the plump and fat children, necessary for those
clients who preferred more flesh were there, the men having
decided that it was best for their health.

Although permitted to use their cattle prods as 'encouragement'
the guards were not allowed to use their whips unless absolutely
necessary.  As Dave and Mike had pointed out to them many times,
the children's bodies had to remain totally smooth and unmarked
for the clients.

Asha however was not bound by this rule.  She knew from Dave
which children were expecting clients.

Dave saw her look round the gym.  He chuckled.  Who'd be her next
victim?  He didn't have to wait long.

A thin lanky boy, Daniel, was on one of the exercise bikes but
not pedaling.  Dave knew him well.  Nearly thirteen and not one
of the most popular boys with the clients, he nevertheless
received enough visits to keep him on the island.

The boy saw Asha looking at him and swallowed nervously.  Please,
don't let her…

"You're lazy!" shouted the little girl.  "Why aren't you
pedaling?"

Daniel started to speak but Asha shook her head.

"Get off!"

The other children stopped and watched.  The guard shrugged his
shoulders.  Asha was the boss's valet.  She could do what she
liked.  Besides, he always enjoyed this bit.  It looked so funny,
a small girl ordering a tall boy about like that!

Daniel stepped of the bike and faced the girl, his heart beating
fast.

"Please Asha, I was just resting.  I didn't…"

"Strip!"

The boy opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again.  He
knew it was pointless to argue.  One word from the girl and the
masters would have him punished.

He pulled his teashirt off and slid his thin shorts down.  The
last few years on the island had removed all feelings of shame or
modesty, but he still felt his cheeks redden as he saw the little
girl gazing at his privates.

Asha pulled the thin riding whip from her stocking and waved it
at a large padded vaulting horse.  "Over!"

Daniel draped himself over the horse, resigning himself to his
fate.  It wasn't the first time she'd picked on him.  When had
she done this the last time?  Three, four months ago?

A short high pitched swishing sound and….

He yelped as the whip landed on his buttocks.  Ouch!

Asha laughed and continued to thrash the boy's bottom, from time
to time aiming some of the blows at his thighs.

Daniel closed his eyes and grit his teeth.  His backside felt on
fire!  Yet he knew from long experience that it was nothing
compared to what some of the clients did and certainly nothing
compared to the public thrashings carried out once a week.

He cried out at every blow, not so much from pain but because he
knew that was what the girl wanted.  The truth was that, though
it stung, the whip was relatively light.

Asha stopped and smiled at the sight of the boy's bottom, now
covered with a myriad of thin red lines.  She guessed what Daniel
must be thinking.  She wasn't as stupid as that!

She looked round and pointed the whip at four boys, roughly the
same age as Daniel.  "Here!"

The boys ran over, anxious to please – anything to stay in her
good books.

"Take his arms and legs and turn him over!"

Daniel felt a surge of panic as they grabbed him.  What….?

"Pull his legs apart!  No, more!"

She licked her lips in anticipation.  Daniel shook his head. 

"Asha, please!  What are you…"

"Shut up!"  The girl flicked the inside of his thigh with the
whip and looked at the boys holding his legs.

"If you let him close his legs, you'll take his place!"

The boys nodded nervously and gripped Daniel's legs as tight as
they could.  It was obvious what she was going to do and they
winced as she prodded the boy's penis with the whip.

Daniel started to cry.  "Please Asha!  Please don't!  I…"

The whip sliced through the air and Daniel screamed as it caught
his little manhood right on the tip.

"Owww…please I…"

Asha laughed and continue to thrash the boy's small penis.  It
looked so funny!  But….

"Lift him higher!  Get his bum up more!"

The two boys holding his legs pulled him back on the vaulting
horse, raising his buttocks higher. Asha giggled and pushed
Daniel's bright red penis back with the whip, so it flopped onto
his tummy.  He felt the whip prodding his testicles and realized
what she had in mind.

"Oh..please Asha…please..I…."

The whip slashed through the air and he screamed as the leather
tip struck his tight little scrotum.

"Thought you'd hide them from me, did you?" shouted Asha, her
eyes shining.  The thrashing continued, the four boys holding
Daniel gripping his flailing arms and legs as tight as they
could.

Dave whistled softly as he watched on his monitor.   Not out of
any concern for the boy, but rather astonishment at Asha's
sadistic ingenuity.  The boy would be fine.  After all, some of
the clients liked doing more or less the same thing – or having
it done to them.  He thought of the fat businessman being spanked
by Sharon and laughed.   At least four or five of their clients
enjoyed punishing the children's genitalia while they were
visiting.  In fact there were probably very few children on the
island that hadn't been subjected to such treatment at least
once.   He even gave Asha a pussy whipping from time to time – to
keep her in her place!

Talking of which….  He checked the agenda on his desk and looked
at his watch.  The boat would be arriving in about four hours and
he had…hmm, four clients leaving and three arriving.  Two
regulars and a new one.

Oh bugger!  Had he checked their details?  Oh well, still time. 
He had to have a few words with the departing clients before they
left.   Talking of which…. He picked up the questionnaires he'd
received from them an hour ago and started to read the comments 
and the lists where they'd given marks out of ten.

The weekly public thrashing was tomorrow and they had only two
names on the list.  The rule was at least three.  Good for
discipline!    Whenever they needed an extra name, they simply
chose the child who'd recently gotten the lowest mark.

As usual, the comments were full of praise and all the marks tens
except….  He felt a twinge of guilt.  Poor old Lucy had got only
a nine for one of the questions.  According to the comments,
she'd wriggled too much while being spanked.   He shook his head
in disbelief.  Most clients quite enjoyed making the children
wriggle, but obviously not this one.  Still, couldn't be helped.

He added Lucy's name to the list on his computer and pressed the
intercom button.

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Last name for tomorrow morning.  Lucy.  Oh, and Simon for next
week."

"Lucy?  Shit, she's only six!"

"Yeah. Can't be helped.  Better tell the guard to go easy on
her."

"Okay. Oh, by the way, I've just sent today's batch up to you."

"Are they ready?"

"I think so.  I've had the rooms prepared and told them what they
have to do."

"Great.  See you later."

Dave leant back in his chair and brought the gym back up on his
screen.

Daniel was back on the exercise bike, pedaling furiously, tears
streaming down his face, Asha standing to one side, watching him
and laughing.   Dave frowned.  Asha was quite bright for her age
but clearly not that intelligent.  Surely she must realize that
sooner or later, she'd be joining the others.  After all, she
must know that the men changed their valets from time to time.  
No doubt, when she did join them, some of the others would not be
slow in having their revenge!

A knock at the door.

"Come!"

He waited for the guard to bring the children in and nodded at
him, indicating that he could wait outside.

The four children stood in front of his desk, hands by their
sides, not daring to make a sound.   Dave regarded them all for a
few seconds before picking up the papers on his desk.

"You have been told who your client is and what he expects of
you.  Is that correct?"

"Yes sir."

Their high pitched answer en masse made him laugh.  He looked at
the tallest, a well-built twelve year old girl with long blonde
pigtails, dressed in a smart school uniform, the only detail
likely to raise a few eyebrows being the obscenely short skirt.

"Beverly?"

"Yes sir."   The young girl's voice trembled slightly.

"Skirt up!

The girl pulled the skirt up as far as she could revealing a pair
of tight navy blue knickers.

Dave waved his finger and she turned round.  He nodded.  Good.  
Just as the client wanted- a nice cameltoe at the front and
behind, the knickers left a good half of her bottom bare.

He knew the client well.  An English man with a penchant for
disciplining 'naughty schoolgirls' as well as other things.  As
usual, they'd fitted out one of his rooms to resemble an old
fashioned schoolroom and another as a small gym for the girl's PE
sessions.

"It's the same client as last time Beverly, so you know exactly
how to behave, don't you?"

"Yes sir."  Beverly swallowed nervously, remembering the last
time.  All those difficult tests the man made her do!  She could
never answer a single question.  Then the spankings would start,
not too hard at first, but she knew the man was just pacing
himself for the three days he'd be there, using only his hand for
the first day, slipper and tawse the second, and finally the cane
on the last day.  The PE sessions lasted hours, with the man
making her work till the sweat ran, usually ending with her
having to bend over a small table while he turned her bottom
bright red with a gymshoe.   She knew that this was the time when
the man liked to fuck her most.    She bit her lip.   The man was
always a bit nicer afterwards.  If she could make him come more
often, then perhaps…

"Good."

The next child in the line was Antony, a small ten year old boy
with dark hair and piercing black eyes, dressed in a simple white
teashirt and black shorts.  Ah yes, this one was for the greek
gentleman, an elderly man who liked nothing more than to spend a
few days walking and playing.  Dave had often wondered why he
bothered, but as long oas he paid up, that was fine.   Happy to
do nothing more than kissing and cuddling and occasionally
slipping his hand into the boy's shorts and having a good feel.
In the evenings he became a little more adventurous, but was
quite content with a little mutual cock sucking. From what Dave
remembered from the cameras, he usually came after ten minutes
and slept all night.

"It's the same client Antony.  You know what to do?"

"Yes sir."

"Good boy."

He turned to the last two children and chuckled.   Ah yes, the
retired scoutmaster who probably wanted to live out his fantasies
of youth!   Kevin, a freckle faced nine year old was dressed in a
smart cub-scouts uniform complete with overly tight brown shorts,
achievement badges decorating his green sweater.

Sally stood next to him, a plumpish fair haired ten year old in a
Brownies uniform that finished far shorter than any normal
uniform would dare to, leaving a few inches of her bottom on
view.   Dave saw with satisfaction that she was not wearing
knickers.  The client said he preferred it like that.

"Kevin, I trust that you do not have underpants on?"

"Er… no sir."

"Good.  Did Master Mike give you your pills?"

"Yes sir."

Dave nodded.  Despite the boy's young age, the mixture of Viagra,
cialis, prostate stimulants and nitrates would give him a longer
lasting and stronger erection than any sixteen year old.

"This will be the client's first time here, so I expect absolute
obedience from both of you.  Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."   Sally glanced quickly at Kevin and felt her cheeks
redden.

Dave saw the look in her eyes and laughed.  Mike had obviously
gone into detail about what the client wanted.  Kinky bastard!  
Another one who enjoyed watching the kids play with each other as
much as he enjoyed playing with them.

He clapped his hands.  "Okay, quick check.  Everything off! Round
here, in front of me!""

The children undressed as fast as they could, stacking their
clothes in a neat pile behind them.

Dave pulled Beverly closer and turned her around checking her
skin for any bruising or unsightly marks.  No.  Her buttocks were
smooth and unmarked.  He examined her plump pussy lips and parted
them making the girl flinch slightly.  Perfect!

Antony followed and didn't even react as Dave examined his small
penis, pulling the foreskin right back to check everything.

Kevin and Sally, he examined together, enjoying the children's
embarrassment.  Both children had less experience than the others
and though used to servicing clients, this would be the first
time that they'd have to 'play' with each other.

"Right, clothes back on!"

He watched them dress and looked at the time.

"As usual, you'll go down now for a shower and hygiene check and
then take your places in the rooms allocated to your clients."

His eyes narrowed and he looked at Kevin and Sally.

"The public thrashing next week still has two places free, so I
suggest you keep your client extremely happy!"

He smiled at Beverly.  "Oh, I almost forgot.  Your client asked
if we could put a small pussy strap in the schoolroom for him.

Dave grinned at the look of apprehension on the young girl's
face.  It would be her first pussy whipping, but by no means her
last.   She had to get used to them.

He rand a small bell on his desk and the guard opened the door.

"La douche, puis aux chambres!"

The guard nodded and herded the children out.  He looked at
Beverly and licked his lips.  He had to make sure they all had a
good shower and were spotless before taking them to their
respective rooms.  Hygiene was taken very seriously and it was
funny watching them use the long soft brushes to clean inside
themselves.   The best way was to make them clean each other.  So
funny!    The look on their faces when he ordered them to push
the brush in deeper!   The bosses were very strict about that. 
Their arses had to be thoroughly cleaned.  Then he had to lightly
oil their bodies and check the girl's pussies.   He'd take his
time with the big girl.  Of course, a good fuck was out of the
question.  They had clients arriving and he'd lose his bonus if
the bosses found out.  He grinned.  A quick blowjob before the
shower?  Shouldn't take long.  Never did, did it?