Title: Jumping Hotdog's Welcome to Wormwood
Author: Jumping Hotdog
Keywords: fg, f+g, fdom, oral, mc, drug, bdsm
Summary: Robin thought her life the worst, but her petty problems are shown
in a new light when she is inducted into Wormwood Academy, a school where 
new students are seen as sexy prey.

Copyright Jumping Hotdog

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These stories are fantasy. If it is illegal for you to read them, please do
not do so. For those who can read legally, please enjoy your stay

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   Robin's parents were the worst. They didn't let her go out with her 
friends, made her wear horrible clothes and worst of all, forced her to use
a terrible old cell phone. It barely had Facebook. They were all, 'Must you
wear that, Dear?', and 'Dear, we really must talk about setting boundaries 
with boys', and 'Won't you look up from your phone, Dear', and 'We know 
you're dieting, Dear, but won't you have a little more dinner?' It was like
they wanted everyone to hate her!

   She sat sulking on her seat in the living room, knees drawn up to her 
chest as she tapped away at her phone. A lock of her chestnut hair fell 
over her eyes and she swept it back into position. The heavy plush chair 
arms protected her on both sides, creating a cave free of parental menace.

   Her parents sat together on the sofa, with papa's arm around dad's 
shoulders.

   "Robin," said papa. She didn't look up and he faltered off.

   "What your father is trying to say," said dad, "is that we're concerned 
for you. You spend all your time on your phone and we're worried about some
of your friends. They don't seem very good sorts. And before the summer 
break, your grades at school were slipping. You use to get really good 
grades."

   Robin continued to focus on her phone. "My parents are awful," she typed
and hit send.

   A few seconds later, Tiff replied. ":< True. Parents suck."

   "Won't you please talk to us," said papa and coughed into his hand.

   "Please, Dear," said dad but further comment was lost when he stopped to
cough too. It was a racking cough and shook his body. "Sorry. Don't know 
what's coming over me. If you just talk to us, I'm sure we can work 
something out. We love you."

   "They say they love me," typed Robin. "As if. More like hate me."

   "I hate my parents," replied Tiff. "I asked if my BF could sleep over. 
They said no. Said 11 was too young. As if they never gave BJs at 11."

   Dad started coughing again and papa joined him. They kept going and 
going, loud wet noises that made her throat hurt in proxy. Careful not to 
be seen, Robin split her legs and spied a glance at her parents. Not that 
she was checking they were okay or anything.

   Papa drew his fist away from his face. It was covered in black blood. 
Robin's heart froze. She stopped breathing. Her phone hung numb in her 
fingers, even as it buzzed with an incoming message.

   Black lines showed on his skin, as if his veins were filled with rotten 
blood. He collapsed forward, body twitching.

   "Papa!" screamed Robin. She tried to jump to her feet but got tangled in
her own legs.

   Papa looked up. His eyes were black.

   "Wormwood girl," he hissed. Green fire dripped from his teeth and 
smouldered against the carpet. "Come to me, Wormwood girl." He stumbled 
forward, fingers bent like claws.

   This wasn't her papa. This was someone, something else. Robin screamed 
and threw her phone at the thing's head. The phone bounced off with a dull 
thud and broke against the floor.

   "Get away!" she shouted. "Daddy, papa, help!"

   The thing that had been her papa made a grab for her but she dived 
passed. Its fingers caught the neck of her t-shirt and tore the cloth half 
way to her shoulder. Then she was away, stumbling towards the door.

   "Wormwood girl," came a hissing voice, different than before. Her dad 
leaped towards her but the couch was in the way. Couch and dad both toppled
to the floor in a crash. Even half crushed, his taloned fingers scrabbled 
at her legs, but Robin kicked down. There was a crunch. Then she was free.

   She made it to the door and started scrabbling at the locks. They were 
stiff and her panicked fingers wouldn't obey.

   "Wormwood girl," came the hissing voice from behind her. Flesh scraped 
against carpet as the thing drew itself closer. "Wormwood girl."

   The last latch clicked and Robin threw the door open. She was only 
wearing her socks but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered right then other
than getting away. She tore out and down the garden path.

   A sphere appeared in front of her, like a bubble in space around which 
everything was warped. It was too late to stop. She tried anyway. Turn, 
turn, turn! A blinding white flash rushed out from behind her, as bright as
an exploding star. She caught her ankle on the edge of a paving slab and 
fell-

   -And fell into a different world.

   The hall was large but unlike anything Robin had seen before. Immense 
bone white ribs made up the structure and silvery metal plates filled in 
the space between. The plates bore strange symbols and signs - solar 
systems, animals, monsters, atomic diagrams and more. Hundreds other girls 
huddled on the floor and more appeared every moment. They dropped out of 
bubbles of warped space and stumbled to the ground. Some few were 
completely naked, young pre-teen bodies bare. Others wore nightclothes and 
some were fully dressed, but in countless different styles from the world 
over, everything from frilly pink dresses to soot-black niqabs. Most also 
showed signs of abuse - torn clothes, cuts, bites, bruises and abrasions.

   Robin knelt on the ground, panting as the adrenalin left her body and 
she started to shake. Tears stung her eyes. A black void patterned with her
parents tortured faces crushed down on her. Viscus green fire burnt in her 
fears. It smouldered in the dark places behind her eyes and the hidden 
space in her heart.

   Gone. The word didn't feel right. Parents couldn't be gone.

   Alone. That felt worse.

   She started to cry, full sobs shaking her body.

   Other girls were doing the same.

   "Mom!"

   "Dad!"

   "I want my mummy!"

   "Oma!"

   "Pita!"

   An older girl approached Robin and placed a hand on her shoulder.

   "Hi," she said. "I'm Vic."

   Robin looked at Vic, her eyes swimming with tears like the moon in the 
sea. "Please," she said. "I want to go home. Please, I want my daddies."

   Vic just sighed and fished a small card from her messenger bag. "Look at
this," she said and thrust it into Robin's face.

   Strange shapes. Colors.

   Something like a hammer hit Robin between the eyes and she collapsed to 
the ground. When she opened her eyes, everything hung upside down and a 
splitting headache pressed down on her temples. Vic stood on the ceiling, 
falling upwards.

   Robin groaned and moaned, a question somewhere in the noises.

   "Buffer overflow attack on your visual cortex", said Vic. "I just dumped
about six months time-healing into your brain"

   Robin made a new sound, this time one of hurt confusion. Her tongue felt
far too big.

   "Oh, stop being such a baby. If you'd stopped snivelling for your 
parents, I wouldn't have had to do it. The headache should end in a few 
minutes."

   "Upside down," said Robin, the words slurred as she forced her tongue to
act.

   "Oh that's permanent."

   Robin wailed, tongue once more filling her face.

   "Oh, don't worry so much. You're brain will adapt within the day and 
upside down will start to seem normal. There are studies. Not Wormwood 
studies but that's not important. Now come on. I'll explain some things. 
Let's get you up."

   She reached down, grabbed Robin by her slender wrists and drew her up. 
To Robin, the world spun like a trapeze artist in the middle of a 
prizewinning performance and she only just caught her balance. Poised 
precariously on her own feet, she gave Vic a proper look, even if an upside
down one.

   Vic was older than Robin, almost an adult. She looked seventeen, perhaps
eighteen. Short cut blonde hair bobbed around her head. Her face could have
been sculpted from alabaster, like a fashion model but less thin. She wore 
a tiny white shirt that left much of her cleavage and all of her stomach 
bare. Around her waist she wore a black skirt that was almost a belt, 
reaching only just below her ass. Her legs were long, thin and toned. They 
ended on high black ballet heels, that tottered on 6 inch spikes. Save for 
the skimpy clothes, she looked like the kind of girl Robin's parents wanted
her to hang around with, but something about her set Robin on edge. The 
thought brought a stabbing tinge of pain but it faded quickly.

   Parents...

   The memories were distant now. They still hurt but in an old way, like 
her dog, Snuffles, who had been run over two years before. They were gone. 
That was bad, terrible, but it was a bad she had learnt to live with.

   Around the hall, other girls were being helped up and away by their 
helpers. Some flashed cards, others blew handfuls of dust, one or two held 
up glowing crystals and some did things Robin couldn't even begin to guess 
at. One cherubic looking blonde stared dumbly as her helper pushed 
acupuncture needles into her face.

   "This way," said Vic and pulled Robin out of the hall. The world spun 
and twisted. Robin tried to catch her balance but moved in the wrong 
direction and her legs disappeared. Gravity yanked at her stomach. The 
ground flashed towards her, but Vic held on and arrested Robin half way. 
Vic sighed a sigh of great exasperation and pulled Robin upright again. In 
the end, Robin had to close her eyes and be led like a blind man.

   Once they were out of the great hall and mostly alone, Vic pulled them 
into a stunted side corridor, hidden behind a bank of leafy green plants, 
that twitched and jerked every few seconds. Even standing still, Robin 
wobbled. The sky-floor threatened to crush her.

   "Right," said Vic. "Explanations."

   The explanation, if such it was, sounded rote.

   "You have been recruited into Wormwood Academy. This will be your home 
for the next seven years. You'll learn countless things. Prime 
Factorization in polynomial time, how to remind the Moon of her lost name, 
the patterns chi follows as it moves through the body, hypnotism, the three
words which will make someone love you, proper knot and rope work, how to 
command nanodemons and much more, things you can't even imagine. Oh and on 
that note, don't let anyone sell you nanodemons from before at leasts the 
39th century. They only breed them small enough by the 35th and it takes to
at least the 39th until they become worth your time.

   "This is a school of wonders and monsters. You are back to school, but 
this is not school as you knew it. Make the most of the good and endure the
bad."

   The senseless information threatened to drown Robin. She felt tears 
gather behind her eyes again, though this time from confusion.

   "Please," she moaned. "What is happening? What happened to my parents? 
How did I get here?"

   Vic opened her mouth, started to talk but though her lips and tongue 
moved, no sounds came out. After a few moments she tried again.

   "Okay, imagine this. There are all these other dimensions, but they are 
really small and rolled up. We're too big to fit inside, but some things 
are small enough to live in them and sometimes they come out. We call them 
the Eaters. They hate Wormwood and try to kill new recruits before they can
be brought here. Those girls who survive the attack get picked up by the 
Einstein-Rosen Bridges and taken here, where they can be safe."

   She met Robin's eyes, her gaze hard.

   "Your parents are gone. Your home is gone. The Fire Break infovores will
have destroyed the Eaters and all evidence you existed by now. This is your
home now."

   Robin did start to cry again. Sobs shook her body, as her eyes turned 
angry red.

   "You could be a bit more thankful, you know," said Vic, an expression of
distaste on her face. "If we hadn't rescued you, you would be dead now. The
Eaters would have killed you. Raped you too probably. And you're lucky to 
get me. The lezbos will be having quite a night with some of the other new 
recruits and you wouldn't enjoy it one bit. Not with that little titty on 
display." She pointed at Robin's torn apart t-shirt which left one breast 
almost bare. It was a small swell, topped by a bubblegum pink nipple. Quite
large for an eleven year old but that wasn't exactly saying much.

   Robin hiccuped in the midst of her tears and clutched her arms to her 
chest, covering herself up. A moment later, her feet twisted under her and 
she collapsed to the floor. Vic laughed, cruel like graveyard crows.

   "Oh, don't think you've dodged that pleasure entirely. But I suppose I 
haven't explained that yet, have I?" she said. "Well, I say this school 
rescued you, and they did, but it is run by some sick fucks. There are 
three kinds of lessons, you see.

   "Black bead lessons are normal enough. Fantastic even. It's what makes 
this school bearable. That's the stuff I already mentioned. The lost 
Genocchi prime, what quarks taste like, how to play the music of the 
spheres on a strung superstring, how to give the world's best blow job. 
Everything you can imagine and more. The Bull - the instrument which formed
Wormwood Academy - named its mission the investigation and teaching of the 
'True Physic of Creation'. We teach what really is. Not what others think. 
Not what others wish.

   "But there are also yellow bead lessons. See, there are things which 
can't be given, only bought or won. So every week, the academy brings in a 
decrepit collection of mouldering spirits and other beings of power. And 
they trade some piece of potency, higher knowledge, forgotten secret, what 
have you, for your service. And being poor little orphan girls, there's 
only one kind of service we can give." She mimed sucking a cock, mouth 
wide, ruby red lips parted in a perfect 'O'. Next she bucked her hips and 
faked a moan. "Oh Mr Tiger God, your cock feels so good in my young cunt."

   The graveyard crows barked in renewed laughter.

   "And then there's red bead lessons. See, we're learning all this 
fantastic stuff, gaining all this power, and the higher ups 'worry it might
go to our heads'. So we need to take humility classes. That means you and a
group of your little friends turn up at a room and have your self esteemed 
shredded. Just in case any of us start to think we're anything other than 
worthless kiddy whores, you know. Oh no, the Apsinthos Board couldn't have 
that. Wait until you get to play the 'Why I am ugly' game. You'll love it."

   As she listened to Vic's explanation, Robin felt the blood drain from 
her face. She felt hot and cold at once, as if a sickly fever burned within
her.

   "I," she said but her tongue once more refused to cooperate.

   "I, I, I," mimicked Vic. "I'll what? Refuse?" She leaned over Robin, 
glowering. "You can't refuse. Or rather you can but you won't like what 
happens." She spun to face the wall and pulled a strange golden key from 
her messenger bag,

   "Platonic superpositioning. This is a key, which means this wall must be
a door." She scrunched up her face, touched the key to the wall and jerked 
the key ninety degrees. "Just need the right state of mind." A door fell 
open in the wall. "And the right key of course."

   A hidden passage lurked on the other side, some kind of service way. It 
was dark and covered with dust, save for a track scraped clean down the 
centre. Strange scratching sounds echoed from inside.

   "Ah, here's one now."

   A figure came into view. She looked perhaps fourteen, but gaunt, her 
eyes dead. The torn remains of a school uniform hung from her body, a 
fragment of shirt around her shoulders, a worn piece of elastic on her 
hips. Step, step, step, she went. Her feet were a zombie metronome, 
propelling a lifeless robot of meat and blood along a barren tunnel. Behind
her she dragged a cart full of dirty laundry, piled high with shirts, 
panties, bras, socks and skirts.

   She passed the open doorway without looking up, without altering her 
pace, without giving any sign she even knew the rest of the universe 
existed.

   "We call them drudges," said Vic, her voice almost hushed. "Fail to make
your Weekly, Monthly or Yearly bead payments and this will be you for the 
rest of your life." She slammed the door shut and spun.

   "And do you want to know the worst part: you pick your classes. You can 
take as many or as few as you want. No one will force you. There are a 
number of roll halls in the Academy. They are filled with classes, marked 
by the color of bead they provide and advised year level. You pick the ones
you want, go along, endure and earn your bead. Each day you wake up and 
push your own hand into the meat grinder to avoid a fate still worse."

   Vic stamped towards Robin and glared down, eyes flashing. "So, little 
girl, still say no?"

   Robin shook her head so hard her hair whipped her face.

   "Good!" And as quick as that, Vic was happy again, as if an invisible 
hand had flicked a switch in her brain. "Now, where was I?" After that 
emotive detour, Vic seemed eager to get back to her welcome script.

   As Robin blubbered quietly, Vic explained the rules and structure of the
school.

   It really wasn't that complicated, but it certainly seemed that way to 
poor Robin. By the time Vic finished covering roll halls, dormitories, Tick
-Tock Madams, Shan't and Can't rules, punishments, fines, etiquette, the 
Apsinthos Board, who apparently had ultimate responsibility for the school,
and much more besides, Robin felt more lost than when she started.

   Worse, Vic combined her monologue with a tour through the tangled mess 
of Wormwood's labyrinthine corridors. With Robin's vision still inverted, 
she stumbled behind Vic, eyes scrunched shut as her body shook at every 
unseen sight and magnified sound.

   "Well, doesn't she look delicious?"

   Vic stopped dead and Robin cracked open one eye. Three girls sat on the 
edge of a fountain, flowing with some kind of silvery metal. They looked a 
few years younger than Vic, perhaps sixteen. The middle most had straight 
raven black hair and was the tallest. She wore the same uniform as Vic, 
save her heels were two inches shorter. To her left was a smaller, spunky 
looking blonde, with a pixie cut and a smile that showed a little too much 
tooth. She off set her look with a spiked black collar, a pair of equally 
spiked wristbands and strategic tears in her shirt. On the right sat an 
elegant young woman, with dusky skin and smoky make-up around her eyes, 
Indian maybe. Her uniform incorporated a red sash, which like a master's 
brush stroke in an impressionist painting, turned the uniform into 
something else entirely.

   "Fuck off Vaira," snapped Vic.

   The raven haired girl - Vaira - raised her hands, palms out. "No need to
be hasty. How much for the girl?" She pointed a finger right at Robin.

   "She's not for sale."

   "Come now; everything and everyone is for sale. It is just a matter of 
price. Right Khaleda?"

   Khaleda - the Indian girl - blinked. "Everything has a price," she said,
her tongue doing strange exotic things to the words. She held up four 
thumbnail sized beads between her fingers, two red and two yellow.

   Vic went very still and bit her lip.

   Khaleda closed her hand and when she opened it a fifth bead sat between 
her thumb and index finger. It was yellow. Twisted reflections of all five 
beads danced in the liquid silver falling from the fountain, like tiny 
poisoned stars.

   "Fine," snapped Vic and snatched up the beads. "You know the rules. She 
needs to be at the assembly hall, first thing tomorrow to sign the book." 
She turned and started to leave.

   "Wait!" screamed Robin. She took a stumbling step after Vic but the 
world twisted in her upside-down vision. She hit the ground with a thump 
that sent a spider web of pain through her arm and hip. "You promised," she
wailed, looking up from the ground. "You said I was lucky to get you!"

   Vic looked over her shoulder. "I know what I said, but listen." She held
up the yellow bead. "You know what I had to do for my last yellow bead?" 
Robin shook her head, eyes wide in terror. "I had to suck off a horse. And 
you know what I got for it: one bead, a mouthful of cum and a few old names
I'll probably never use. These three yellow beads mean three weeks without 
animal cock, tentacles or sadistic Lords of the Electroweak, who haven't 
quite worked out the universe isn't a sea of quark-gluon plasma any more. 
Sucks to be you but I have to look out for myself."

   Her piece said, she stalked away down a side corridor, leaving Robin 
alone with the three grinning girls. Her last echoing words were, "Her name
is Robin by the way."

   Vaira stood like a resolving sine-wave, all sensual curve and measured 
motion. She would have towered over tiny Robin, even standing, but 
collapsed as Robin was, Vaira seemed a giantess.

   "You are quite the cutest thing," she said, as her heeled feet struck 
the floor. Tap, tap, tap, they went, as she circled Robin. "But what to do 
with you. The skies the limit, you know. We can do whatever we want with 
you, you see. Did Vic tell you that?"

   Robin shook her head, teeth almost chattering. "She just said... She just 
said I should be thankful I got her."

   "And she'd be right, if our Vic wasn't a mercenary bitch with a heart of
ice. See there's this book."

   "Big book!" chimed in the blonde.

   "Venerable book," whispered Khaleda.

   "Yes, Lexus, a big book. Old too, which I guess is sort of like 
venerable. You'll see it soon enough, Robin. And once you sign it you 
become an official student and certain protections come into play - the 
Can'ts. They stop upper form girls like us swarming down and brainwashing 
the little firsties into mewling fuckpets. With what we've learned at 
Wormwood, minds are like putty. They are oh-so-easy to shape into whatever 
fashion we like.

   "But you haven't signed the book. And that means we can do anything we 
want to you, change anything we want. And those changes will still be there
even after you sign tomorrow."

   Robin shook, teeth chattering. Her eyes stung. "Please," she said. She 
thought of the drudge, a lifeless yet living automaton. Was that what 
Wormwood girls could do?

   "Ah, she's so cute," said Lexus and sprung forward. She scooped Robin up
around her shoulders and took her for a wild spin. To Robin it felt like 
her stomach would shoot out her mouth and her toes buzzed. After a few 
chaotic revolutions, Lexus dropped Robin back to the ground and hugged her 
tight.

   "I just want to eat her right up." She leaned forward and nipped Robin's
ear with her glimmering teeth. "Can we keep her? Please, please, please. I 
promise I'll take care of her."

   Khaleda wore a small half smile and Vaira let out a sigh of resigned 
amusement. "Not after what happened to the last one."

   "But I can play with her, right?"

   "Oh yes," said Vaira and licked her lips. They were ruby red and 
shimmered. "We didn't pay five beads for the pleasure of her company. I 
think we'll all enjoy doing much more than that."

   Her lips curved up into a cat's prowling smirk and she turned her 
attention to the wobbling Robin.

   "I'll tell you what, Robin. Let's make a deal. You play with us, be our 
willing sex kitten for tonight, and we'll be nice to you in return."

   "You'll," started Robin but her mouth was dry. "You'll not change me?"

   "Better than that. We'll help you. We'll give you three gifts."

   "Yeah!" Lexus jumped into the air and clapped her hands. "We'll be your 
evil sexy fairy godmothers. How cool is that?"

   Khaleda ghosted forward. Her lips touched Robin's ear and her breath 
issued out like a spiced wind. "I promise a most memorable evening."

   The word memorable rolled through poor Robin's body like a wave. She 
shuddered. Her nipples sharpened to hard points bellow her thin pink t-
shirt and her pussy shivered.

   "Just say yes," whispered Khaleda.

   Robin said yes.

   They took Robin to their dormitory. All the way there, Khaleda was 
touching her, caressing her, establishing ownership. Khaleda's fingers ran 
along Robin's bare arms and across her ribs. Robin gasped when Khaleda 
twirled her finger tips around Robin's hard nipples and moaned as Khaleda 
squeezed down, fingers pressing into her budding breasts.

   "Here it is," said Lexus, skipping forward. The dorm was a small room 
hidden behind an immense and slowly spinning cog covered with astrological 
signs. "You're totes safe in here. Vaira conjured up this mean-ass infovore
to guard the door. Nothings getting inside without our say so, not without 
their bits being reduced to random noise."

   Robin slipped inside and looked around. There were five beds but only 
three had bedding, the others piled over with clothes, boxes and stranger 
things. Posters covered a third of the wall space - showing boy bands, nude
male models (cocks hard) and large breasted porn stars with suggestive 
smiles on their faces. Patterned rugs covered another third, intricate 
things with queer shapes that made Robin's vision swim. The remaining third
was painted, mostly blocks of colors but off set by the occasional charcoal
sketch or simple drawing.

   Khaleda placed her hands in the small of Robin's back and pushed her 
forward. It was a gentle shove but Robin stumbled all the same, as her 
upside down vision span. She came to a stop in the center of the room. 
Khaleda, Lexus and Vaira took seats on their respective beds, jackals 
leering at Robin from a half-circle

   "Now," said Vaira, "why don't you start by getting naked."

   "Yeah," cried Lexus from her bed, which was covered with a mess of 
sheets, duvets and stuffed toys. "Strip." She fumbled around in her 
unordered bedsheets and came out with a CD-player. It buzzed and an upbeat 
pop song started to play. "Lolis make the best strippers."

   Robin's heart hammered in her chest. The music filled her ears. Flashes 
of hot and cold ran over her skin. Her hands shook. She started dancing, or
tried to, rolling her hips from side to side, but it was hard. Their eyes 
clawed at her, judging her, stripping away her clothes even before she took
them off. Vaira's were dark brown, and hungry like a wolf. Lexus's were sky
blue but filled with so much manic energy Robin thought she might drown. 
Khaleda's appeared almost purple in the room's light, deep, mysterious and 
eerie.

   How had she come to this? Stripping with the promise of sex. Why had she
said yes? An echo of Khaleda's words rattled about her skull. Memorable. 
Memorable. Memorable.

   Grow up, Robin scolded herself. You're not a kid. She pawed at the 
ripped collar of her t-shirt and yanked it up and over her head. It got 
stuck half way. Like a circus clown, she staggered about and finally got it
free. She threw it away and stood topless.

   Robin was thin in the way of pre-teens who never had much puppy fat. Her
breasts were small bumps on her chest, not yet enough to warrant a bra. Her
nipples, on the other hand, were large fat nubs, the color of pink 
bubblegum. Her chestnut hair hung loose to her shoulders, messy and 
unordered from her trials and fight with the t-shirt.

   Khaleda, Lexus and Vaira all wore smirks. Robin blazed red, a full body 
blush which even turned her tiny tits red. She could just about die. Tears 
stung at her eyes again and her lip trembled.

   "Come here," said Khaleda and patted the bed to her right. Robin 
tottered towards her, obscenely grateful. Khaleda set down a large flat 
book (by the title of Mesmerics by A. Williams) on her bed stand and tapped
out a line of white powder. "Snort it. It will make this better for you."

   "What," she said. Her mouth was dry; she swallowed and started again. 
"What is it?" She knew what it was. Her friend Tiff had dated a dealer for 
a few months and he'd made her take all kinds of illegal things, 
experiences Tiff had joyously related to Robin.

   "Just a little cocaine," said Lexus from her bed. She was lying back, 
skirt flapped up and legs split wide, hands toying with her white panty 
covered crotch. "I mean, yes, some of the girls can cook up some fun-
fucking-tastic custom TRIs but the classics count too."

   "Take it," whispered Khaleda. "It will make this all go easier." Her 
hand came up and drew a lock of Robin's hair from her face. "Take it for 
me."

   Take it for me. The words echoed in Robin's head and she found her body 
moving. Even as her mind screamed no, she lowered her face and gave a 
powerful sniff. The powder was sucked up into her nose but that was 
secondary. She fell back, choking, coughing, gagging. Her flailing hand hit
the book and the powder exploded into a cloud. It clung to her hair and 
stung in her eyes. It sat like a dusting of confectionery sugar against her
breasts.

   Lexus burst out laughing and even Vaira wore a slightly ironic smile.

   "God, you're such a virgin, Robin," said Lexus from between her giggles.

   Robin just sat numb and topless on the floor. She wanted to cry again. 
She was going to cry again. This was all too much. This was all... fantastic?
Her neurons flared into overdrive. She opened her eyes and then opened her 
eyes again. The world was realer, sharper, as if she was looking down from 
the top of it. Liquid euphoria rushed through her veins. It drove blood to 
her nipples and her tiny, immature clit buzzed.

   She was confident, alert, sexy. She swept to her feet and, moving with 
the music, undid the buttons holding her jeans tight. Three sets of eyes 
called to her and she met them each in turn. Slowly, she licked her lips 
and bucked her hips. Her jeans fell to her ankles. Dancing, she kicked off 
her socks and sent her jeans flying. That left only her panties, pink 
things with tiny bows. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic and bucked 
her hips again. The pressure pulled the cloth shear against her sex, 
outlining her small but engorged nether lips. She moaned as the eyes drunk 
her in and pulled them down.

   "Woo!" screamed Lexus and clapped.

   "Very nice," said Vaira.

   "I approve," said Khaleda and nodded. "You're body is quite exquisite."

   Robin panted as she stood naked, high on cocain and high on sex.

   "Now," said Vaira, "I believe we owe you three gifts. For my gift, come 
here". She crooked her finger. Robin went and Vaira made her lie back on 
the bed. With soft hands, Vaira spread Robin's legs wide. Her sex lay 
revealed, tight lips colored red with arousal and glistening with juices. 
Her clit hid inside its hood, just visible.

   "They'll do many nasty things to you at Wormwood," said Vaira as she 
opened up her bedside cabinet and pulled out a small metal box. "But 
there's one thing I can do to make everything more bearable. I'll give you 
a clit which'll keep on buzzing no matter what. If you're going to suffer, 
you might as well get off on it." The box contained an assortment of sealed
test tubes and she picked up one filled with boiling silver gas. With a 
practised movement of her thumb, she broke it open. Buzzing noise filled 
the room.

   "Nanodemons, from the 37th century. Don't let anyone tell you later are 
better. This was a golden crop." She spoke to the demons in a high chirping
tongue and they buzzed up and out of the test tube. She spat a word and 
they struck like a needle, right at poor Robin's clit.

   Robin screamed as it sunk in, a wave of unprocessible sensation crashing
through her cocaine addled mind. It was pleasure, it was pain, it was both 
and it was neither.

   A network of sharp sensation shot down her clit and then out through her
entire body, like a branching tree. Tiny needles stabbed her nipples, her 
toes, the backs of her knees, her tongue, her ears, and even the darkside 
of her eyeballs.

   Just when Robin thought it might be over, Vaira let loose a final 
chirping cry and an invisible dagger sunk into her plump mons Venus, just 
above her pussy. She screamed anew as silver ink welled up from under her 
skin. Something like a cross between a bar code and a satanic sigil grew on
her skin. It settled after a few seconds, and Robin could only stare and 
blink at her new metallic tattoo.

   "There, all done," said Vaira. "Watch." She reached forward and gave 
Robin's left nipple a hard twist.

   Robin yelped in pain but at the same time her tiny clit buzzed like a 
jack rabbit. She moaned and a traitorous part of her mind wanted the pain 
to come again.

   "So fucking cool." Lexus was suddenly at Robin's side, her fingers 
foraging over Robin's chest. "Do you know what would look great on these 
little baby nips? Clamps!"

   "No nipple clamps," said Vaira.

   "You're no fun." Lexus rolled her eyes and instead leaned down. She took
one of Robin's nipples between her sharp, gleaming teeth and bit.

   Pain.

   The teeth sunk deep into the aroused flesh. Robin screamed yet again, 
cocaine, pain and pleasure all rushing through her body. Her clit was so 
hard it felt like it might burst free of her body. Lexus stopped and moved 
at once to kiss Robin. Their lips mashed together, wild and bruising. Their
tongues duelled, whirling and running over each other.

   After long seconds, Lexus drew back. She panted for breath and wore a 
wide wild smile on her face. "Fuck you can kiss, girl. That tongue of 
yours. In fact, I think I'll make that my gift. Stick out your tongue."

   Half giggling, Robin did exactly that.

   "Grab that for me," said Lexus as she scampered back over to her bed.

   Vaira rolled her eyes and grabbed Robin's tongue between two fingers and
held it extended. Robin giggled again, the sounds slurred. To her cocaine 
clouded thoughts, everything had a surreal absurdity.

   "Ah, here we are." Lexus held up a tiny silver bolt. "You can do 
fantastic things with silver if you know how."

   She placed the silver bolt at the centre of Robin's tongue and began to 
mutter under her breath. The silver sank into the flesh. To Robin it felt 
like a piece of slowly melting ice, certainly far less painful than the 
nanodemons. The motion stopped when the silver was fully fused. It looked 
like a bar piercing, right through Robin's tongue.

   Vaira let go and Robin snapped her tongue back in. The new addition felt
heavy and her mouth was full and clumsy.

   "Wondering what it will do?" said Lexus, a huge smile almost bisecting 
her face.

   "Yeth," said Robin, the word slurred. The smells of sex filled the air 
and the cold air almost sparked off her charged skin. Something about the 
smell touched a nerve within her. She wanted to taste it. Just the idea 
made her tongue tremble.

   "I just gave you a taste for pussy and a tongue to please. The girls are
going to just love you. Isn't that great? You can't remove it, of course. 
It's fused to you now."

   An analytical part of Robin's brain screamed in terror but the cocaine 
rattled part thought it sounded fantastic. She raised her hips and stuck 
her newly pierced tongue right out.

   "And now I believe it is my turn," said Khaleda. "Lexus has given you 
the skills to please. Vaira has given you physical pleasure. It's left to 
me, there for, to enrich you spiritually."

   She met Robin's eyes and they were the electric blue of a tiger cub.

   "Ooh time for the spooky eyes," said Lexus in a hushed whisper. Vaira 
shushed her.

   "There is great spiritual reward in submission," said Khaleda. "As Vaira
said, you will face trials in this school, and a gentled soul combined with
the gift of pleasure through pain will make them bearable. But to embrace 
only submission is to miss half of life. There for I will make you a 
switch."

   "That's a good one," said Lexus with an exaggerated nod of her head.

   Vaira nodded too. "Even if you do manage to shake it in a few years 
time, that's going to leave marks. The way you're brain processes 
information is going to change. You're going to be a switch for life, I'm 
afraid."

   "Yay for brainwashing," cheered Lexus. "Switch life is best life."

   "My eyes," repeated Khaleda and her voice echoed in Robin's head. "Look 
into my eyes. You shall have two souls. Two souls. One shall 
receivedomination. One shall give it. Look into my..." She carried on, 
repeating her commands, clarifying them, reinforcing them. Each command 
sunk into Robin's mind, where it refused to leave. They rattled about, 
colliding with other thoughts and forcing them down strange paths.

   As the minutes past, strange images formed in her head. She saw Vaira as
a cruel mistress, forcing her to perform unspeakable acts and unthinkable 
deeds. And she saw party girl Lexus, mewling under a cruel whip. Robin held
the whip but not Robin as she was now. This Robin was strong and confident.
Dominant energy rolled off her.

   Robin's clit buzzed and she felt her juices stir in her loins.

   "Fun time now?" asked Lexus.

   "Fun time," said Khaleda.

   "Woot." Lexus almost tore off her panties and jumped astride Robin's 
face. "Here it comes!"

   Before Robin knew what was happening, Lexus had lowered her hot, juicy 
cunt right onto her face. The sharp smell sent bolts of lightning straight 
into her brain. Lexus rolled her hips back and forth, leaving a coating of 
glistening juices. Her thick rubbery lips dragged across Robin's mouth, 
nose and chin.

   It was almost all too much - an explosion of tastes, smells and 
sensations. Her new tongue stud grew cold and Robin groaned, tiny girl-hips
bucking. She stuck out her tongue and licked at Lexus across the length of 
her cunt. The taste almost made her brain stop working. It set each and 
every neuron firing at once, putting her cocaine charged brain even further
into overdrive.

   "Yes, lick me!" shouted Lexus as she continued to ride Robin's face. 
"Lick me, you little slut."

   Robin licked and licked. She'd never done anything like this before. 
Despite the game she talked with her friends, she'd barely even kissed a 
boy, let alone eaten-out a girl. But there was something about it. Giving 
this service... Being this dirty, this submissive... A shudder of 
restrained pleasure ran through her skin and every tiny hair stood on end.

   Something moved between Robin's legs. Lexus must have felt it too for 
she twisted her body to take a look. This gave Robin just enough space to 
see.

   Vaira was there, completely naked. Her hard athletic body seemed to 
glow, from her curved breasts to her still narrow hips. A black rubber cock
curved up from her sex. Light gleamed off its dark head. She met Robin's 
eyes and smiled ever so slightly. This cock, Robin realised, would be the 
one to take her virginity.

   Vaira placed the cock at the entrance to Robin's cunt. Robin was young, 
her sex immature, but Vaira didn't care and Robin was very, very wet.

   "No way am I missing this," said Lexus and reversed position. Her cunt 
stayed planted right on Robin's face but she now faced Vaira, the better to
see the penetration.

   With the ponderous strength of continental drift, Vaira pushed in. Her 
thrust was neither fast nor slow but rather completely unyielding. Robin's 
tiny nether lips strained to accommodate the massive intruder. They 
stretched white, the exact opposite color to the shining black cock. To 
Robin, it felt like she was being ripped apart but her clit buzzed all the 
same, so incredibly hard. She screamed right into Lexus's dripping cunt.

   "Fuck that's cool," said Lexus and shifted, rubbing her cunt into the 
vibrations. "I remember my first cock at her age. It stretched me out so 
good. Fuck I didn't know if I was going to die or cum." She gave Robin's 
left tit a sharp slap. "Don't stop licking, slut. Your first cock is no 
reason to loose track. God, virgins. Can't even gangbang properly."

   The slap sent a wave of heat through Robin's chest but as with all abuse
now, it made her cunt all the hotter. She returned to licking and despite 
never doing it before, her tongue knew what to do. She lapped at Lexus's 
depths and twirled round Lexus's clit. She kissed and masticated Lexus's 
fat lips. She breathed in Lexus's intoxicating scent and gloried in the 
taste, which set her mind on fire.

   All the while, Vaira continued her strap-on fuck. Now the initial 
penetration was over, she sped up. She fucked the glistening black cock in 
and out of Robin and Robin moved to meet it. She beat up with her baby-girl
hips, driving the head deeper and deeper into the depths. It stretched and 
filled her, stimulating places her nervous questing fingers had never been,
not even in the depths of a dark night with the quilt over her head.

   God, God, God. Robin felt like she might explode, so full of pleasure, 
pain, drugs and pussy juices. Her breathing began a desperate pant. Her 
tits grew red as blood rushed to them. Her toes and fingers tingled as if 
struck by tiny needles. She came with a scream that seemed to start at her 
toes and boil uninterrupted up through her body and out threw her mouth. 
Her tiny desperate clit twitched and felt as if a lightning bolt was 
running straight threw it. Her nipples ached, begging to be twisted and 
abused.

   "She's cumming!" cried Lexus and sent a slap right at Robin's left tit. 
"Baby's first gangfuck cum!" She slapped Robin again and again, a steady 
rhythm of sharp blows. At the same time she rolled her hips, grinding her 
cunt across Robin's face. "Almost. Almost. Almost." Then it was her turn to
explode.

   Lexus came on Robin's tongue, her tight body twitching, her voice muted 
by the intense wave of sensation that swept through her. Her thin but 
powerful thighs crushed Robin's ears and her twitching cunt completely 
covered Robin's mouth and nose, cutting off her breath. If Robin hadn't 
been cumming (and high on drugs and brainwashed to love submission) that 
might have panicked her. As it was, the explosion in her body and brain 
only intensified.

   Finally both their orgasms ended. Lexus rolled away, leaving Robin's 
girl-goo covered face bare. Robin took a gasping breath and at once began 
to feel the pains of her recent sex. Her chest blazed with a low fire, the 
skin red from the many slaps. The immense black cock in her cunt felt even 
larger than before, straining such that she thought her hip bone might 
brake in two.

   "You enjoyed that didn't you," whispered Khaleda, her pupils wide and 
dilated in her spooky eyes. "Little slut. Like a hard fucking, don't you? 
Like licking off a girl you only just met while a big black cock rips you 
apart."

   Robin squirmed under the verbal assault. It was true. She did enjoy it. 
She hated it, of course, but that only made it all the more potent.

   "Have a little more coke," said Khaleda and held up a pinch of powder 
for Robin to take.

   Robin didn't hesitate this time. She sniffed and the drug rushed through
her blood. The world resharpened. The points of her nipples hardened until 
they ached and her tiny clitty buzzed to renewed life.

   At the end of the bed, Vaira met Robin's eyes and the focused lust there
almost stopped her heart. Vaira drew her hips back. The strap-on made a 
squelching sound as it pulled clear. Juices dripped from it. "Lick," said 
Vaira.

   A queer, sickly excitement ran through Robin and she gloried in the 
submissive horror of the act. The strap-on had been inside her, fucking 
her, taking her, and now she had to lick it clean.

   She rolled over, clambered to her knees and turned round. The shining 
black head of the strap-on hung before her. It filled her vision. It was 
her all. Her new cocaine buzz made her feel top of the world and in that 
moment she couldn't not give the strap-on a long, sensuous lick.

   The juices were thick and pungent and her pierced tongue loved every 
second of it.

   "Suck it now," said Vaira. "Come on, blow it like a cock."

   The head looked so big but Vaira stretched her small, pre-teen mouth and
forced the head inside.

   "Yes," moaned Vaira, her hands tangling in Robin's chestnut hair. "Suck 
it. Suck me."

   She pulled Robin deeper onto the cock and it felt more like a forearm 
than a rubber member. The cock filled Robin's tiny mouth past over flowing 
and even then, Vaira wasn't satisfied. She yanked again and the fat head of
the cock hit the back of Robin's throat. In that moment, the cock felt like
it had quadrupled in size. Robin spluttered, choking as her gag reflex 
kicked in. Lines of drool rolled down her mouth. She tried to back off but 
Vaira held her in place with a hard grip in her hair.

   Pain exploded in her up turned ass.

   "I believe you were told to suck," said Khaleda. She stood naked too, 
her exotic body exposed. She barely had more breasts than Robin but hers 
was clearly an adult body despite that. Her skin was flawless, unblemished 
silk the color of coffee with milk (just as Robin's papa used to drink). 
Her sex was tight, refined and ladylike. In her hand she held a riding 
crop. The head bore a strangely glowing mark that looked like a cross 
between a bar code and a sigil, similar in style but different in detail to
that which now adorned Robin's mons.

   "She said suck." Khaleda struck again with the crop and a second burst 
of pain erupted on Robin's ass, a terrifying combination of electric, heat 
and hard, hard force. Of course her clit buzzed and she almost creamed 
herself right there.

   For all that the big, black strap-on cock was straining against the back
of her mouth, Robin had only swallowed a few inches. She did her best, 
tongue swirling around the fat head while she bobbed up and down with the 
little give Vaira gave her. But it was hard and Khaleda was not satisfied.

   Khaleda struck again and again. The sparking head of the crop crashed 
into Robin's ass, setting the pert flesh on fire.

   Vaira shook her head. "If your not going to suck properly, I'm just 
going to have to fuck your throat."

   She took an even firmer grip of Robin's hair, a handful in each fist, 
withdrew a bare inch, then slammed back in. The cock impacted against the 
entrance to Robin's throat. She felt like she was going to throw up but the
cock blocked everything. She tried to take a gasping breath, but the cock 
stopped that too. Her eyes were wide, wild, filled with the terror of the 
hunted. Vaira withdrew until the head was only just inside Robin's lips and
Robin took the chance to gobble down a lung full of air. Then Vaira was 
fucking right back in, fully as deep as before.

   Of course Khaleda didn't stop. Smack, smack, smack, went the whip. 
Khaleda leaned down and whispered, "You're going to cum from this. A throat
fucking and an ass whipping. No ones going to touch that dirty cunt of 
yours."

   Cum. Cunt. The words rolled about Robin's head, like pinballs in a crazy
machine. The strap-on raped her throat. In out, in out. The crop crashed 
down. Up down, up down. Robin was going to die. She couldn't breathe, the 
rhythm she needed to grasp the odd gasp was gone, lost in the torrent of 
sex and abuse. Red hounds of panic ran wild through her mind. The cocaine 
made everything feel more real, the terror more vivid. Her vision started 
to blacken, the edges growing fuzzy.

   Slam went the cock. Slap went the crop. Cum went Robin's cunt.

   Even as her vision dwindled to blazing star points, an atom bomb went 
off in her mind and clit. Her empty cunt twitched and jerked, grasping for 
a male member which wasn't there. Her body bucked, wild and out of control.
She screamed into the cock still filling her throat. Blood rushed to her 
skin, turning her tiny breasts strawberry red and increasing the luminosity
of her red beaten ass.

   Her orgasm lasted long long seconds. Long seconds of continued throat 
fucking and ass beating while her brain exploded and sex felt like it was 
on fire.

   Finally the worst of the attack passed. Robin dropped limp and Vaira 
completely removed the cock from her mouth and throat. It left her feeling 
hollow, empty. For a few seconds, Robin just lay on her back on the ground 
- legs open so her new tattoo was on display, tongue slightly out so her 
new piercing glimmered, the marks of her abuse red on her body and 
submissive thoughts whirling through her mind. She didn't have to just feel
that way for long.

   Vaira leaned down and forced her tongue into Robin's cum-blasted, 
drugged out mouth. Lexus hugged her tightly from behind, her pert breasts 
pushed against Robin's back. Khaleda whispered, "Welcome to Wormwood."