Author: Sterling
Title: Poking Pussy to Control Unruly Girls
Summary: A pair of ethically challenged pedophiles wins the
contract to care for some orphan girls who no one else wants.
They keep discipline by raping any girls who earn enough
demerits. The girls react and adapt in different ways. Keywords:
Mf(11-14),group, humor, school, drugs, rape, reluc, hetero, fighting

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 9/10/2022.

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Poking Pussy to Control Unruly Girls

Chapter 1

Robert answered the phone. It was Thomas.

"Hey Robert, we got the contract for the Class E girl orphans."

"All right! Guess we put in the lowest bid. And they didn't check
credentials."

"Nah, whoever will take the Class E orphans off their hands for
the lowest price has all the credentials they need."

"We can call those three women now, the ones we lined up. Can we
trust them?"

"They're all in big trouble with the law. We offer the prospect
of staying hidden for a long time. I think Abigail and Carly
think the plan is pretty funny, actually. Grace will go along."

"Yeah, they had rough childhoods too, you can bet."

The Class E girl orphans covered the range from 11 to 14. They
were the worst ones who weren't actually on locked wards. Surly.
Tough. Puberty now added to the mix. Six of them in all. Six
miscreants.

The reason Robert and Thomas could put in such a low bit was that
Robert was footing a fair part of the expenses himself. Money
went a long way down where they were going.

In the previous years, Robert had had two pretty serious
girlfriends. They had sex sometimes. The sex was OK, but not that
exciting. He had chosen them in part because they were on the
small side, with small breasts, but when he was fucking them he
realized they were adults. What really turned him on was the idea
of a younger girl... one just starting puberty. He smiled to
himself. He and Thomas had their own innovative idea of how
discipline should work in their 'school'.

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Thomas called in a big favor and got the exclusive use of a
little island in the Caribbean. It had a dock and one
modest-sized power boat as its sole connection to the larger
island nearby. There was a rambling old house, which they had
fixed up. Part was for the girls, but the other part was just for
the staff, and off-limits to girls.

It took two trips to get the girls and the last trunks of
supplies onto the island, and Thomas and Robert joked about
foxes, chickens and grain.

The girls' section consisted of a single bedroom with three bunk
beds in it, a bathroom, dining room, and two other common rooms.
It also included the punishment room. Laundry and kitchen were in
the staff part of the house, and handled by the three women.

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"Discipline," said Thomas when the girls were assembled. "I'm
sure you've experienced discipline measures in other settings.
Time-outs. Withholding of desserts."

"Oh, how will I survive without desserts?" sneered Meredith.
Robert knew from the records that she was 12 years old, but she
could have been 9 for all of her development. Five-feet six, and
skinny. Her hair was curly and someone had managed to cut it to a
reasonable shape, ending just above her shoulders. She supposed
someone looking only at her chest would be pretty sure she was a
girl, not a boy, but they wouldn't be positive.

All the girls wore jeans or fatigue pants, and sneakers on bare
feet, though most were barefoot at the moment. One advantage to
their island was that the weather nearly always warm and
pleasant. They each wore a T-shirt, most with a gross or hostile
message. Robert didn't bother to read them.

"Yeah, well you can't hit us," said Alison, a fairly hefty girl
of average height, brown hair cut short. More like chopped short.
The previous supervisors of the girls presumably didn't take
their charges to beauty parlors, and Robert didn't expect to
either. Her breasts were definitely showing. She definitely had
hips, though it was less than obvious with her heft.

"True, true, it's not allowed. But we have our own ideas of
discipline that you might not like. We're on an island, you might
have noticed. It's a very long swim to shore. And people aren't
going to inspect very often. When they do, there's always..."
Robert rubbed thumb against fingers, suggesting bribery.

Thomas said, "So we've got a plan, you see. If you violate a
rule, one of us will put a plastic tag around your neck. He
demonstrated with Thomas. You will notice that you can't take
them off." They were on a special bumpy plastic cord where you
could tighten them but not loosen them. "If you get 3 white ones,
then it's time for your punishment. One red by itself means one
punishment. Thomas and I will be dispensing punishments, but at
the same time relieving you of your tags, kind souls that we
are." Thomas wielded industrial-strength shears to cut the
plastic cord around Robert's neck.

Jane was about 5'9", aged 14. Her red hair was chopped short, and
Robert figured even he could chop hair more evenly than that. She
had pale blue eyes and light skin. She was on the whole quite
thin, but her hips had developed nicely. Her breasts were
definitely on the small side. As Robert spoke, she was on her
stomach on the floor, facing away from them. She was examining a
cushion on the floor, one that had come from one of the sofas.
Robert saw and faintly heard a ripping sound.

"Jane, please don't tear the furniture apart," said Thomas with a
sigh.

"It was already ripped." He heard more ripping.

"That's no excuse to rip it more." Thomas approached her with a
white tag set. Jane initially resisted his approach, then
apparently thought better of it as he placed the tag around her
neck. Jane tugged on it hard, tightening it as much as possible,
but it did not go very tight. "Wanted to see what you'd do if I
strangled myself," she said with a cynical smile.

Robert focused his attention on Beth. If you were to search out a
girl whose body showed mid-puberty perfectly, Beth would be an
easy pick. Five-foot four, half-grown breasts, half-grown hips.
She had a rather long nose, short brown hair and dark brown eyes.
"Hello, Beth," he said with a friendly smile. She looked at him
and promptly gave him the finger with her right hand.

Robert looked at Thomas and Thomas looked back. One tiresome job
with any group of children was setting boundaries and enforcing
them. "I guess we'll call that a harmless expression of an
opinion," said Robert. Immediately a forest of fists appeared
pointing towards Robert and Thomas, each one angled to give them
the finger. Not quite all the girls participated, but some used
both hands.

"Rules can also be changed," said Thomas with a threatening
voice. Most of the hands went down again.

Nancy sat impassively, but Robert somehow knew she was one very
clever girl. Thirteen years old, Five-feet even, right breast
noticeably bigger than her left. She had light brown hair chopped
short, and big, beautiful blue eyes. She was wearing a plain gray
T-shirt with no message.

Ruth had an expressive face that showed a certain vulnerability.
Just 12 years old, 5'6", perfect little breasts. She was notably
thin, which showed her hips to good advantage -- if a person
thought of hips as an improvement. Dark brown eyes, brown hair
chopped short.

"One other thing," said Robert. "You all have ID bracelets on
your wrists. I'm sure you've had many such bracelets before, but
you will notice these are thicker and more substantial than the
usual ones. If things get really out of hand, like a riot or
something, you will wish you didn't have that bracelet on. Let's
see, who's the one who gave me the finger... Beth! This isn't a
punishment, but I had to pick someone for the demonstration. He
made a hand motion in the direction of the staff area.

Beth jumped. "Ouch! Oh, shit, what was that?"

"These bracelets have teeth, so to speak. Beth here got a
one-quarter-power shock. There's six of you, and at times you'll
be alone with me or Thomas, or perhaps a really serious fight
might break out among you. We will only use these if we have to
to keep order. And someone is always watching you, wherever you
are.

"Sir," said Jane. "You guys are in charge, I get that. But I'm
pretty sure it's not legal to use something like this." She held
her wrist up.

"I'm sure you're right," said Robert, with a small smile.

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A ruckus from the bunk room brought Robert quickly to
investigate. Beth and Jane were on the floor, fighting. Kicking,
punching, teeth bared.

"Stop!" said Robert. The fight continued. "Stop, I said!" he
repeated in a stronger voice. The two stopped.

He brought forth a white tag for each of them. "Who started it?"
Beth and Jane each pointed to the other. Otherwise, no one spoke.
He didn't actually expect any third party to be a tattletale.

A moment later Thomas came in with a red tag which he placed
around Jane's neck. "I did not! She started it!"

Thomas just smiled as the tag snapped into place.

"How'd you know?" asked Ruth. Presumably that meant she
recognized Thomas had gotten it right. No one had had time to rat
anybody out. Of course he had gotten it right. Their video
surveillance system was superb. A few of the girls looked around
for the cameras. They'd never find them, of course.

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Meredith was changing clothes, and as soon as her jeans were off
the blood on her panties was obvious. Alison, Jane, and Nancy
were immediately on her, taunting and teasing.

"It happens to every girl when she becomes a woman," said Nancy
in a perfect imitation of some health video. "You learn to
recognize the signs so you can be sure to have protection in
place."

Meredith adopted a sullen expression. When the others went to
take her jeans off all the way, she didn't resist.

"Guess you're too much of a retard to know the symptoms," said
Alison.

Jane pulled down Meredith's panties. "Gross! Disgusting!" she
said. She fingered some of the blood from Meredith's genitals and
smeared some on each of her cheeks and dabbed a bit on her nose.

"Hey, what if one of those damned cameras got it!" said Alison.
They stopped, realizing that so far nothing had gotten by the
surveillance system. They just forgot sometimes, and sometimes
they just couldn't help themselves.

Jane got a red tag. Alison and Nancy got white ones. Meredith
didn't get one at all.

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Alison got a tag for digging up flowers in the flower bed
outside. She said she didn't like that kind.

There was deliberately spilling food. There was throwing food.
Dumping chicken soup down someone's back inside their shirt.

There was a collection of books provided for education, in case
anyone felt like education. Meredith was caught on video tearing
up half a dozen books.

There were verbal taunts, leading to fighting.

The girls were not allowed in the staff area, but once three of
them somehow got past the locks, found Thomas's bed and smeared
feces on the sheets. The actual perp got three red tags, and the
accomplices got two each. The woman monitoring the security
cameras at the time detected it just before Thomas actually
retired for the night.

Of course the offenses didn't happen all at once. They were
spread out over time. The girls learned early on what punishment
lay in store, but they still apparently couldn't stop themselves
from misbehaving.

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Chapter 2

Robert shut the door and locked it. He was in the punishment room
with Ruth. The punishment room had black walls, no windows, and
most of the space was taken up with a queen-size bed. Soft
lighting came from two inset wall fixtures.

He rubbed his hands. It was now time to spring the surprise.

"Ah, Ruth, you've been a bad girl. Your punishment is to get
fucked," said Robert.

"What?"

"I fuck you. You know, penis up the vagina? My penis? Your
vagina?"

"What... You can't... I'll tell..."

"Yeah, yeah, tell whoever you want.... First, let me snip those 3
tags off your neck... There, that feels better, right?"

"But I..."

"Oh, for Christ's sake, you know how to put yourself to be
fucked, go ahead and get yourself ready."

"Like this?" she said timidly, panties around her upper thighs,
legs together.

"No, idiot! Naked! Legs wide, wide apart! Do I need to do it for
you?"

Robert got naked quickly and watched as Ruth reluctantly got into
position. His cock quickly filled with blood as he watched.

Robert slid into position on top of his girl. "Boobs barely
started, but I'll bet your pussy is grown up enough.." He reached
in with his fingers, and pushed the lips aside.

"You're not really going to --"

Robert finished mounting, penis tip approaching vaginal opening.
He pushed once, and then again. "Unnnh, unnnnh..."

"Ow!" Ruth looked distressed, which was no great surprise.

"You shoulda thought of that before you whacked Alison! There,
I'm in! Your pussy is wetting up nicely... Oh, good fuck, good
fuck!"

"No, you can't," whimpered Ruth. "It still hurts... It's not
fair."

Robert interlaced fingers with Ruth, holding her hands against
the bed, and brought his nose to within a couple inches of hers.

"You've been a bad, bad girl? Do you understand? If you keep
being bad Thomas or I will keep doing this to you again and again
and again!"

Ruth pouted and nodded.

"Now the fun part... Oh yeah, nice wet cunt... hot and tight...
time to fill it up." He thrust faster and deeper. "Sperm coming
up right... NOW!" Ecstasy. Girls right on the cusp were so
special, thought Robert through a haze of pleasure.

Robert panted as he reveled in the joy he had felt in taking
Ruth's virginity.

Ruth looked stunned, but then put on her mask of insolence as she
got dressed.

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"Oh, Meredith, you've been a bad girl," said Thomas. "Four tags.
Time for your punishment. You know what that is?"

"No. Ruth just made some joke about it."

"You have to take all your clothes off."

"That's not ... You can't do things like that."

"Oh, yes we can! Robert and I make the rules. So take your
clothes off."

Meredith gave Thomas a hard look, shrugged, and took all her
clothes off, revealing her gorgeous adolescent body. Hers was
just barely past childhood.

"The next part is, I fuck you!" Thomas thrilled to say the words.

"Very funny!" said Meredith.

"No joke, my dear, lie down on your back and prepare to get
fucked." Thomas was taking his clothes off. He turned to
Meredith."You know your part when it comes to fucking. Surely
you've seen it in porn or on TV. Go ahead!"

"I will not!"

Thomas grabbed her shoulders then and tossed her back onto the
bed, but Meredith bounced right back up and punched Thomas in the
face, then stood, back to the wall, fists out.

Thomas tried again to toss her onto the bed. He was stronger than
she was, but he wasn't trained, and he couldn't get her into
position.

"Yeah, fuck me if you can!" said Meredith, sticking her tongue
out at Thomas and laughing.

"Well, you are feisty and strong," said Thomas, catching his
breath. "Now it's time for Plan B. I suggest you be quiet now or
you'll be earning a lot of tags."

Thomas opened the door and Meredith ran off, saying, "He tried to
rape me! He tried to rape me, but he couldn't do it. Ha! But he
tried! Really!"

"Ruth was right!" said one voice.

The commotion caused everyone to join them in the main common
room.

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Robert saw the bruise on Thomas's nose, and now spoke. "You girls
are growing up. Some of you have muscles and know how to use
them. Congratulations! They will serve you well in life. However,
when Thomas or I tell you to do something, you must do it! If
not, there will be consequences.

"Like what?" said Meredith, flaming mad.

Robert looked over the top of the gathering and saw Abigail
entering from the staff area, with her medical bag.

Robert spoke. "Meredith, lie on the floor with your hands behind
your back. If you don't, I'll do it for you." Meredith took up a
belligerent fighting stance. Robert made some simple moves from
his martial arts training, and ten seconds later Meredith was on
the floor, face down, Robert's knee on her back and her arm
twisted up behind her.

"Fuck you, damn you, asshole!" she shouted, as the start of a
long string of profanities.

"Be quiet!" commanded Robert, and pushed her arm up more sharply
behind her back.

Meredith screamed.

"Are you going to be quiet?" asked Robert softly.

Meredith nodded. Robert let her arm down a bit.

"As I said, the wristbands are only for extreme situations. But
we have other ways to get compliance," said Robert, motioning
Abigail forward. She had had some training as a nurse.

Abigail produced a syringe, wiped Meredith's shoulder with an
alcohol swab, and gave her an injection. "I'm afraid this isn't
very pleasant," she said. "It makes you feel kind of dopey, and
it's kind of hard to move much, and it also... gives you a
headache." She finished the injection, gave a swab, and
disappeared back into the staff area..

"So you all know, the way you redeem your three white tags or one
red tag is to get fucked by me or Thomas. Ruth had the honor of
being the first to discover this, and Meredith is now going to
discover it too, after a rocky start."

Meredith had managed to sit up. "It hurts!" she groaned, holding
her head.

"Yes, Abigail said it would." He turned to address all of them.
"If Thomas or I feel like you might not be able to control your
temper, notably when you are about to get fucked, we will give
you the choice of taking sedative pills instead of being
physically subdued and getting an injection. They are much more
pleasant. Two is a full dose, and one is a half dose.
Understood?"

There were a few nods, and no objections. "You can also choose
them yourselves. But not too often... we don't want anyone to get
addicted!"

"So now Meredith, would you care to return to the punishment
room, where Thomas will join you?"

Meredith moaned and started to get up, but fell over.

"Let's see... Jane, could you please help Meredith to the
punishment room. And when she's there, help her to strip naked
and lie on her back on the bed."

Jane hesitated. "Yes, sir," she said.

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Thomas entered the punishment room to find Jane sitting beside
Meredith, who was positioned as Robert had requested.

"Good luck, honey," said Jane softly and patted her hand, before
rising and leaving. She did not meet Thomas's eyes as she left.

"Well, that's more like it!" said Thomas, stripping. Of course he
preferred his mates to be happy and willing, but if they weren't,
well.... That had a certain appeal too.

What's more, Meredith had fought with him, and cursed him, and
humiliated him. But he didn't have any strong desire to make her
suffer, he just wanted to fuck her.

Meredith moaned, and whenever he did something that hurt her, she
whimpered and winced. She seemed especially sensitive to touch,
so she winced when he did just about anything.

His cock found her opening, and he pushed. It was tight. He
pushed again; it was very tight. In other respects she looked
like the least developed of the crew, so perhaps her vagina was
also not fully developed either.

Well, he had a cock that was designed for raping when it was
raping time, and even if it hurt him a bit he was going to use it
now. It would hurt her more. "Well, bitch, now you get it up the
cunt... and I'm not going to try to make it nice for you.... You
made fun of me..." She sobbed a bit as she took in what he had
said. He grabbed her hips for better force, and fucked in hard,
though it was dry and tough. He made progress, and Meredith
cried. When he was in a good ways, he brought his cock back a
little and shoved it in again. Forward and back. And then, he
felt a tiny bit of wet on one spot on his shaft. A little bit of
lubrication. As he pushed in and out, the spot grew until his
whole cock shaft was a bit wet. The dry chafing became just a
tight fuck. A little moisture made a big difference. Her cunt,
utterly defeated, still put forth lubrication as a means of
self-defense. It was a bit late to the party here, but it finally
showed up. By going almost all the way out, then back in, and
repeating, he finally had a cunt that was slippery enough to get
fucked properly, and he went at it with gusto. Her slippery
vaginal walls were a comforting balm to his sore penis.

At a certain point, all the history of who had been bad or good,
and what had hurt or hadn't hurt, faded into the background. He
was mounted on a girl, his shaft was buried in a hot, wet,
welcoming cunt, and he was fucking in and out hard. Nature called
for just one thing. He moaned, pounded deep, and nature got its
way. His cock twitched and shot a gob of cum way up into the
girl. On the next stroke it twitched again and shot out another
one. His cock delivered gob after gob, and then he was done.
Nature released its urgent requirement that he penetrate and
thrust to completion. Now he could slide back and forth lazily,
and he could let his penis slide out.

Now, of course, Meredith was free to go, but it seemed likely she
could barely move without help. What's more, he wasn't sure they
owned enough red tags to give her all the ones she had deserved.
He was tired, but he wanted to fuck her some more, so he turned
her onto her side, facing away from him, and he spooned up behind
her. That allowed fucking with minimal effort. Spooning was a
decent analogy from the land of cutlery for how their bodies fit
together for the most part, but at one particular spot, a knife
stabbed in and out of a sheath. It was such a pleasure to wield
that knife, as it slid in and out. Meredith continued to moan and
wince the whole time. So he just fucked and fucked, and fucked
some more. Eventually he reached a lazy climax, and after another
minute of rest he got up and dressed.

He found Jane to guide Meredith back to her bunk to rest some
more.

It was unlikely any of the girls would get pregnant at their
ages, but it was possible, so Robert and Thomas thought it would
be wise if the girls got contraception. So each of them was
fitted with the sub-dermal kind that lasted several months, and
the men made sure to replace them when needed.

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Jane needed punishment. She requested and got one sedative pill,
and now she faced Robert in the punishment room.

"You know what to do," said Robert.

Jane stripped, lay on her back, and spread her legs.

Oh, a new girl! It was so exciting! This was what it was all
about... This is what had inspired them to arrange this entire
thing.

Exploring with his fingers, her pussy seemed pretty open and
stretchy. He mounted and aimed his cock. Such a beautiful sight!
Stiff cock tip approaching adolescent pussy opening. He was
prepared for resistance, but... there was none! His cock tip slid
in smoothly, and as he pushed his shaft followed the tip
smoothly, without obstruction.

"Oh, wow, that's really smooth. You sure you haven't done this
before?" he joked.

There was a pause. "Who said I *hadn't* done this before,
asshole!" she hissed, and then immediately changed her tone. "I
have had intercourse before, sir. But... it was not a pleasant
experience... Very, very unpleasant."

Not a virgin! He had some tendency to stop and withdraw and
listen sympathetically to her past rape -- or rapes? -- but then
resumed his lusty grin. She had earned those four white tags
around her neck! He could listen sympathetically later. But first
he was going to enjoy his thrusting into this tender morsel,
enjoy the building pleasure, and enjoy splatting her innards with
his cum.

Finished and satisfied, he rested on her for a minute while his
cock slowly shrank and he caught his breath.

He decided to take this opportunity to ask her a bit about the
previous experiences, since she was under the influence of one
white pill. "The deal here is that when you need punishment, you
get fucked. There's no way around that. And yet, if you have had
sex before, and there are certain things we could do or not do to
make it be not so bad... we're not trying to make your life worse
than it has to be."

"Evil but not totally evil?" said Jane.

Robert shrugged.

"Well, I'd prefer not to have anyone come in my mouth, and I'd
prefer not to get it up the ass, and vagina is least bad, but it
would be really nice to not get it two ways at once, or all
three."

"Oh," said Robert. "We can easily meet your requirements in that
respect." He and Thomas had talked about it among a great many
subjects, and neither had any interest in oral or anal sex.

He decide to skip the white tag she had earned for her outburst,
so she left the room with just one white tag.

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Robert found time to talk with Nancy alone. She seemed frightened
at his approach.

"Nancy, I'm kind of worried about you. You act like you're scared
stiff. We've seen Jane taunting you, shoving you, and you never
even raise your hands in self-defense."

"I try to be well-behaved."

"Yeah, but you let them walk all over you. You know we won't give
you a tag for just sticking up for yourself."

"I... I am not always sure what gets a tag and what doesn't."

Robert paused. "We've been here two months, and you've only
gotten one tag, for your part in Meredith's period accident.. All
the others have gotten at least 30 or so, I'd say. And they make
fun of you for that."

She shrugged.

"I have an idea. I think you really, really, really, really don't
want to get... for me or Thomas to do anything sexual with you.
So much you'd do almost anything."

"I really don't like the idea, it's true... And..." She paused.
"Never mind."

"No, go ahead, tell me. I'd like to understand you better."

Nancy took a deep breath. "I think you sort of want to do it to
me, for your own sake."

Robert smiled. "It's true, you're a very attractive girl. And I
really kind of want to do it with just about any attractive girl
I see."

"And you've arranged things so that you do get to, um, fuck every
girl you see here." When she looked at him, it was not exactly a
friendly expression.

"Yeah, I did, didn't I? I'm kind of a bastard."

"Except me. But you make the rules, and you could have me in an
instant." She snapped her fingers.

"Yeah, I could. But I didn't. And I'm not going to. Maybe I'm not
a totally complete one hundred percent bastard."

Nancy just kept looking at him.

"I think we need a different kind of punishment for you.
Something you really don't like, but that doesn't scare you to
death."

Nancy shrugged.

"You don't like cleaning toilets, do you? Most people don't. You
don't like the idea of having to clean toilets, or go digging
down into the pipes below."

Robert picked up a sour expression.

"How about if when you get your three white tags or one red one,
your punishment is two hours of cleaning toilets and kitchen
sinks in the staff areas. And then when it's punishment time,
you'll go into the punishment room with me, and we'll just do
nothing. Or maybe talk if we get bored. That way the other girls
won't think you're being treated differently. They'll assume
you're getting fucked, just like they are. And since the other
part is in the staff areas, they won't know about it."

"Once I'm in the punishment room with you you could change your
mind. You could do anything to me."

"The way things are set up here, I could do just about anything
to any of you at any time," he said. "You said so yourself."

"But being right in the room... Wouldn't it be harder to resist?"

He smiled a little. "It would. How'd you get so smart? Well,
anyway, I will resist. I'm a bastard, but I'm a bastard who keeps
his word. At least I think so. Have you known me to break my
word?"

"You promise for Thomas too?"

"I will use all the power I have to make sure Thomas never tries
to do anything sexual with you. So far he's kept the deals he's
made with me."

He saw tears welling up in Nancy's eyes. "If I hugged you, would
you take it the wrong way?"

"Not at all," he said. Nancy launched herself at him and gripped
him tight. He gripped her back firmly. It was such a nice moment.

He started getting erect, and part of him hoped. Part of him
wanted so much. Part of him took it the wrong way. But after a
few seconds she loosened her grip, he let her go, and she went
off, beaming.

She earned two white tags over the course of the next week, and
entered the punishment room with Robert. They talked for half an
hour, and then she left, giving him a peck on the cheek with a
big smile.

Then she spent her two hours cleaning all the toilets and sinks
in the staff areas. She hated it.

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Chapter 3

Alone in the punishment room with Robert, Beth went berserk. She
started yelling and went after Robert with her fists. She didn't
get very far, however. With his martial arts training, he quickly
got her under control, as he had Meredith earlier.

"Want some pills?" he asked her.

"No, I'll be good. I promise!"

"Somehow I don't trust you. Do you see why maybe I don't trust
you?"

Pause. "Yeah."

Beth sat on the edge of the bed while Robert produced the two
sedative pills. It was just sex, but girls and women seemed to
look at it differently. Most of the girls had gotten used to it,
but not all. Sometimes one pill was enough, but given her
outburst, Beth needed two this time. She swallowed them both with
some water.

"I don't have to like it, right?"

"That's right."

"But I can't scream at you or call you names."

"Not in the middle of the punishment."

"What can I do?"

"You can frown, or cry, but not too much."

"You know women hate to be raped, right?"

"Yeah, I've heard that."

"Well... Never mind."

Robert felt the tiniest twinge of conscience. Even if they were
very bad girls -- hopeless cases -- he was taking advantage of
them.

After a few minutes Beth started relaxing, then she gave a weak
laugh. "This stuff sure makes me dopey," she said. "What were we
going to do?.. Oh, yeah. You're gonna rape me. And I'm on this
stuff so I don't fight or anything." She laughed. "Why would I
fight? That's silly. It's just sex. Men and women who love each
other do it all the time. Prostitutes do it. Sluts do it. OK,
rape away!"

She made weak movements to get undressed, but she needed his help
in her drugged state. Then she lay back with her dopey smile and
spread her legs. He didn't mind a dopey girl.

Robert climbed onto her and thrust his cock into her vagina. The
words to describe the start of any fuck sound much the same, but
the words don't do justice to the pleasure. The pleasure is
special and fresh each time. The fucking was the thing. That
special, delicious fucking of an adolescent girl.

"You're doing it to me, I can tell," said Beth. "Yeah, I can feel
your dick going in and out. Did you know that, that a girl can
feel your dick going in and out?"

"Yeah, I did," said Robert. There was something about her
attitude... Maybe three pills next time.

He fucked in and out some more. The pills calmed her down, but
they had no effect on her pussy. That was still tight, wet and
hot, and giving him enormous pleasure.

"Elocu... Ejalcu... Ejaculation! That's the word. That's what you
do when you finish up. Ejaculate into a girl. And it makes you
feel really good. I hope you feel really good.... I've seen men
do it outside a girl, you know, the stuff just shoots out. It
looks pretty funny."

Robert was getting tired of the flippant commentary. "You were a
bad girl," he said. "That's why I'm doing this to you, right? To
punish you. So why don't you shut up and think how sorry you are
you were a bad girl."

"Oh, OK," said Beth. "If I earned a tag having already swallowed
two pills that would be a first, I bet!" She laughed, then
sobered. "I was a bad girl," she said. "I did those things. I
deserve to be punished. I was a bad girl. I was a bad girl."

Though Robert was thrusting away into her vagina vigorously, Beth
was getting vaguer and vaguer. She fell asleep.

Robert wasn't offended... he was thrilled. Adolescent girls,
girls who were out cold -- he had his little quirks of taste. The
prospect of fucking Beth when she was asleep was so nice that he
fucked a little harder. "Take that, you dirty cunt," he murmured,
rising rapidly to orgasm. He spurted his sperm into his girl.
Yeah, girls could feel a cock going in and out -- unless they
were asleep. He grinned. He was in no hurry to dismount. She was
a young, physically healthy girl, with perfect skin, the glow of
puberty. He lay on her carefully, while holding most of his
weight, because of course if she got squished she'd wake up.

A sexy, sleeping girl, brimming with health and vitality. He had
left his cock inside her, and it had barely softened when it
started hardening again, and he felt it opening up her vagina as
the pulses of his blood made it more and more erect. Then it was
time to fuck again. He fucked...

"You dirty, dirty cunt..." he said.... "You pretty girl with a
dirty cunt... fresh and young with a dirty cunt..." He was quiet
a while, thrusting in and out. How many minutes went by?... She
started stirring. He fucked harder.

"Where am I?" she murmured. "Oh yeah, getting raped." She paused.
"You having a good time raping me?"

Robert was having a very good time, but wasn't sure he wanted to
hear further commentary. His thrusts became more urgent. "Oh,
fuck, fuck, fuck!" He paused to breathe. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He
repeated it over and over again as his excitement built, and then
he went quiet as his cock twitched and he finished the rape.

Then he pulled out. "Rapey, rapey, all done!" murmured Beth. "All
done..." She was asleep again. He could carry her back to her own
bed, or he could lie here with her. Nothing said a girl had to
leave the room right after a punishment, though of course they'd
let her if she wanted to. But Beth wasn't expressing any
opinions. He could just rest next to her a few minutes. She was
warm and soft, and he enjoyed watching her chest rise and fall
with each breath.

He woke to Beth stirring, and realized he had fallen asleep.
"Where am I?' she said... "Oh, yeah, I was being punished."

"That's right, but the punishment is all done. You fell asleep.
You can leave any time."

"Oh, what time is it?"

Robert looked at the clock. "Four o'clock."

"Oh, can I just stay here? I'm so sleepy."

"Sure, you can stay here." And so they both went back to sleep.

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"Hey," said Nancy to Robert at breakfast. "You had Beth in that
punishment room all night long! Surely she wasn't THAT bad!"

"No," said Robert. "But she attacked me so I had to give her two
pills. Then we both fell asleep."

"You fell asleep next to such a bad girl?" said Meredith.

Robert felt a little defensive. "However bad she was, she's still
a pretty nice person, and a warm body. It's nice to sleep next to
another person. Have you ever tried it?"

"Not by choice, no. I've always been scared of anyone next to me
in bed."

"Oh... Oh, yeah. Sorry to hear it... Say, if two of you want to
try sleeping next to each other, I could give you two pills each,
and then if one of you goes berserk at least you won't hurt the
other one very much."

"Lesbos?" said Meredith.

"Only if you think of it that way. If you both have two pills and
one of you starts getting sexy, the other one can get away easily
enough, wouldn't you say?"

"I guess."

"Then go down to one pill each. Like sisters. Some sisters
anyway. They're friends. They like each other's company. Then
maybe no pills at all."

Meredith said, "Of course what we'd really all like is a hot boy.
The perfect hot boy. A boy to fuck us instead of you creepy old
guys."

"Well, if you behave really well, and we send you back to Group
D, pretty soon you could be a free girl and find whatever boy you
want."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Meredith, waving her hand. "The men we
lived with make you and Thomas seem like angels."

"What do you mean?" said Jane hotly.

"Well," said Meredith. "Yeah, they fuck us, but they only fuck us
if we've been bad. All we have to do to avoid being fucked is be
good."

There was some silence.

"And then all they do is fuck us and let us go. They don't hit
us. Or make us take drugs."

"They do too!" said Jane.

"Only if we've been really, really bad. If we let them fuck us
calmly they never make us take drugs. We got rules, see? Rules
that make sense. Rules that don't change all the time. Rules that
aren't impossible. Break the rules, get fucked. Don't break the
rules, don't get fucked."

Robert wasn't sure what to make of these compliments. It almost
sounded like Meredith thought Robert and Thomas were doing a good
job taking care of them.

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Thomas tried not to grin too widely as he shut the punishment
room door. It was Ruth. Ruth was another hot girl, one he hadn't
done yet. And he really wanted to do her.

He figured maybe if he was a poet he would notice every detail so
he could write it down later. But he was actually a pretty simple
guy. The main detail he noticed was a hot 12-year-old girl,
little breasts, rather thin hips, just soft downy pubic hair, and
a girl crack below. She was completely naked, but the part that
was least often naked on a girl intrigued him the most -- that
crack. He knew that if he gently spread those lips apart, he
would see things inside, but the main thing he would see is that
opening that led up into her body, the vaginal orifice (he liked
that fancy expression somehow). He was naked too, and he saw his
own cock approaching the girl. He'd been looking at his cock his
whole life, of course, but seeing it about to go into action was
special. His cock twitched once and approached the girl, but it
did not approach some random part of her. It approached only one
place -- those lips between her legs. He was circumcised, and
that purply tip was just meant for pressing into a vaginal
opening, and burying itself out of sight, going deeper and
deeper, leading his veined and smooth shaft in behind it.

And that's exactly what he did, satisfied especially as he felt
the hot and wet of her tight vagina hugging his cock. He pulled
out, he pressed in, over and over, and he noticed the joined pair
of sex organs. Both of them had spread their legs wide to fully
expose what was between their legs, and his penis had invaded her
slit and deformed it into a sort of O ring, the near end of the
tube that extended way up into her body. Her whole body was girl
-- young, beautiful, vibrant girl -- and she had chosen to expose
her sex organs so he could mate with her. And here was the
evidence, his shaft pumping in and out of the girl. If he pressed
in deep, the shaft became completely invisible. If he pulled
nearly all the way out, most of its full glistening length
appeared. But nature did not intend it to be that way for long,
so he thrust it back in, his thick pubic hair pressing against
her downy girl hair. Below, out of sight, the arrangement was
startlingly asymmetric. No part of her went inside of him, but
his entire penis shaft was buried deep in her vagina. He felt his
balls hugging tight against his shaft as they sensed that their
production would soon be needed. Pleasure rising and rising more,
he jammed himself as deep into the girl as he could go, his cock
fired, his brain fogged over with pleasure, and he knew he had
conquered another one.

She might grow up to be accomplished or famous, far beyond what
he would ever accomplish, but nothing could take away this moment
-- he had jammed his penis up into her cunt as far as it would go
and made her take his sperm inside. Had she been older, in the
right place in a regular cycle, he would have forced her to have
a baby -- and not just any baby, HIS baby.

Of course, while Ruth had laid herself out for the taking, and
remained quiet throughout, presenting herself that way and
letting him fuck her wasn't exactly voluntary. It was under
duress.

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Alison had managed to collect two red tags and four white ones
before the men had time to get around to punishing her. To punish
her three times would require some thought!

The two of them consulted and decided that doing her as a
threesome would be hot, not weird. They didn't know what she
would think.

"You've been so bad," said Thomas. "You're making us think of new
ways to punish you. First thing is, we're both going to be in
with you at once."

Alison shrugged, sullen.

"And you're going to get it from behind, like a doggy. You want
to be a girl doggy? A bitch?"

Alison's composure flickered. But it looked like she wasn't going
to go berserk. Robert was always on the lookout for that.

"I'll show you how to get," said Thomas. When he had her in doggy
position he mounted her and thrust in. "Oh, yeah, this is nice
for a change. Like animals. I'm the male animal and you're the
female, and you just stand there and get screwed.
Impersonal-like. But I still ejaculate up inside you. Which I
feel like doing, pretty soon... oh, you hot bitch! .... Aaaah,
there!"

When he dismounted Alison kept her face turned away, but when
Robert went up to investigate, she was crying a little.

"Well, what do you expect?" said Robert. "You do so many bad
things so quick in a row we've got to find new ways to punish you
instead of just ordinary fucking."

Alison nodded and kept her position. Robert went around behind
her, entered her, and began fucking. Ah, it was nice! Neither of
his girlfriends had ever taken him up on his tentative
suggestions to try doing it this way.

He heard an "ow" from her and felt her wince, and then it
happened again.

"What's the matter, honey?" said Thomas, the one who was free to
converse readily with her front end. His sympathy was not at all
sincere.

"Inside... it hurts... Too deep!"

"Oh, yeah!" said Thomas. "They say you can go really deep from
the rear. Looks like you've got one that's long enough to hurt.
That's how we'll do your third punishment," said Thomas, smiling.

Robert noticed it once they mentioned it. When he just pushed
into her normally, all was well. But when he pushed harder, he
could feel the tip of his cock hit something hard up there, and
that made her wince. So her pussy wasn't quite deep enough, he
guessed. Or not deep enough for HIS organ, he thought with a
brief flash of pride.

He pushed deep, over and over, making her wince. Then she started
crying and didn't try to hide it.

"So you think about that next time instead of being bad, OK?"
said Thomas, sitting beside her on the bed as she was on hands
and knees.

But after a half dozen punishing thrusts, Robert felt sorry for
her and went back to the ordinary kind that didn't bump the end.
His excitement built. Doing a girl from behind -- he'd never done
that before -- and it sure added spice. It's what the animals
did... His excitement built, and when his orgasm was on the way
he followed his reflex. He grabbed her butt and pushed in just as
far as he could go. "Yes, yes, yes!" grunted his inner animal.
Sperm gushed out the end of his tip. Alison yelped and shuddered.
Orgasm fading, Robert slid out.

Alison curled up in the fetal position, crying.

Thomas looked at Robert. "Guess you really got her with that last
one!"

Alison nodded vigorously.

Robert sat beside her and gently rested his arm on her side. "I
don't know," he said. "I never want to punish a girl too much. I
don't really want to cause pain. That last time... I wasn't
trying to hurt you, it was just crazy male desire... to get in as
far as I could. I forgot how much it was hurting you. I'm sorry."

"She was a bad girl! You don't need to be sorry!" said Thomas.

Robert said, "Well, maybe we see it a bit different. I confess I
love fucking girls like you all -- right on the cusp of puberty
-- that's why I found Thomas and started this whole thing. Evil
guys. Me and Thomas. But all I wanted to do was fuck. Fucking's
part of life, and girls have got to take it sooner or later. We
decided sooner. But pain -- I didn't want any real pain." He
paused. "Well, anyway, we can cut those tags off now. I'm going
to cut off the fourth white one too, kind of a little bit of
saying I'm sorry."

Alison didn't speak during any of this, and promptly left when
they released her.

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Nancy approached Robert alone. "I have a question... Asking for a
friend," she said, looking at him with those big blue eyes.

"Suppose a girl wanted to sleep with you at night sometimes, but
didn't want to get fucked. I mean, would you consider just
sleeping with a girl, not as a punishment?"

Robert's face shone. Nancy? Would lovely Nancy want to share his
bed?

"I really am asking for a friend, not me... Really." Apparently
she had picked up on his hopes.

"It might be possible, but it depends on the girl. I mean, all of
us have some people we like better and some not so much. But if I
say 'no' you don't have to tell her that's why..."

"Sure, I get it. No need for me to be mean. So, it's Ruth."

Ruth... Robert did like Ruth. He tried to think it through. "But
what if she's bad? What's her punishment if she's bad? I mean, I
like Ruth, but I also like fucking Ruth." Robert thought he saw a
flicker of disgust on Nancy's face.

"Well, she's going to try to be a good little girl, but then if
she screws up then Thomas gets to do the fucking. Is that OK?"

Robert paused, then nodded. If he was going to sleep with a girl,
he imagined he'd get kind of fond of her. And since he wouldn't
be allowed to fuck her, that would be kind of disappointing, but
not too bad because he'd still have all the other ill-behaved
orphans to fuck. But then for Thomas to do her instead? He
hesitated a bit but decided it was OK.

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Ruth knocked on the door of the punishment room and Robert told
her to come on in.

"We have to sleep the night in here? It kind of has some bad
memories."

"I certainly can't let you into the staff areas without
discussing it with the others first. There is the tool shed..."

"Sounds like an idea for another night," said Ruth with a sigh.
She looked nervous. "Do I have to take all my clothes off?"

"Of course not, sweety," he said. "You can wear as much or as
little as you like, and I will also follow your suggestion."

"Maybe just underwear?"

"OK," said Robert. "But you should be aware, I'm likely to get an
erection from time to time. It's just a reflex. It doesn't mean
I'm about to try getting fresh with you or anything."

She laughed. " 'Getting fresh', you say? Given everything you've
done to me already, it sounds pretty funny."

Robert smiled. "I see your point. But you know what I mean."

"But I can still hug you and you won't think I'm asking to get
fucked?"

"Yes, absolutely."

They lay down in their underwear. They hugged face to face, and
then she spooned back against him. His erection came and went.
She cried a little, but said she didn't want to talk about it,
and he accepted that.

In the morning he woke first, and just lay beside her looking at
her sleep.

When she woke, she said, "I like that. It was fun. What did you
think?"

"I thought it was nice too."

She looked a bit nervous, and something was bugging her. "This
whole thing you've got here, this whole 'school'. It's wrong.
It's evil. You're taking advantage of us. Raping girls, day in
and day out."

Robert sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm a bastard. But I'm not going to
stop." One night with Ruth had been a treat, but it looked like
it had been the last. Oh, well.

"I know you're not, and I'd like to sleep with you again. But I
don't want you to think I somehow forgive you or think it's all
OK just because of that, right?"

Robert relaxed. "Yeah, OK, I get it." He had a wonderful time
drifting off to sleep with the warm 12-year-old girl in his arms.
She began earning her white tags much more slowly than before. He
had a girl choosing to sleep with him, and they both knew he was
a bastard.

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Robert tried to catch a moment now and then with each of the
girls to just listen. As they got familiar with him, they dropped
their masks of insolence more often.

He was listening to Jane. She stopped and seemed to realize she
had been talking calmly with Robert for several minutes, and she
suddenly resumed her usual hard, cynical demeanor.

"What are you trying to do, make friends with all the girls you
fuck and rape? So we'll say it's OK and we love to get fucked?"
She was angry.

"No," he said meekly. In her current mood, the truth was not
going to go over well. "I'm afraid if I talk about that you might
earn a bunch of tags in a hurry."

"Yeah, fifty-seven red tags all at once," she said, shaking her
fist at him.

A few days later Jane wandered over to Robert and sat down. "I'm
on two pills," she said, her voice thick with medication.. "Went
crazy when Thomas was fucking me. He made some joke, and I... I
lost it."

"Sorry to hear that."

She shrugged. "Hardly notice the fucking when you're on two
pills." She giggled. "But I remembered... I wanted to hear why
you listened to us, without getting so mad I'd hit you or
something."

"Ah, OK."

He thought a moment. "I'm a bastard, you know. An asshole. I
managed to get control of all you girls so I could fuck the hell
out of you, because that's what I wanted. Selfishly. For me."

"Yeah, you are a bastard!" she said.

"Remember, you just want to know, and not earn any tags."

"Yeah, OK."

"But along with being a bastard, I've got some human qualities
too, I guess. I know the insides of your vaginas quite well..."
It took Jane a moment to get it, then she laughed. "But I also
see you as people. Get to see your personalities. And at the same
time I'm too much of a bastard to stop fucking you, I kind of
also want the best for you." Jane scowled. "Hey, I know people
have been putting things over on you forever, tricking you, doing
something that seems nice but then it's really not after all. I
figure that happens all the time."

"Yeah."

"I'm still going to fuck you, no matter what you say. I'm mean.
But I also just want to know you, and I kind of care about you."

"Care about me?" said Jane remarkably strongly for someone so
heavily drugged.

"I take it back, sorry. No, I don't care about you. Don't think
for an instant you can count on me for anything."

That defused her anger. But a couple weeks later she was talking
with him openly again, and he could see her realize she had let
her guard down, then see her hesitate, and then she kept on
talking.

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Chapter 4

Robert watched Alison come into the punishment room and shut the
door behind her. Hot girl, she was... And she immediately
stripped. "Time for fucking? OK, I'm ready to get it. I do some
pranks and then you rape me, plain and simple. It's worth it."
She smirked. There was an issue here, but no great hurry to
address it. A delicious fuck first, complications later. She
spread her legs wide for the taking. Despite a bit of flab here
and there, she was still a young girl with prime pussy. He slid
his stiff cock into the opening she had presented to him, and
began fucking away. She looked over his shoulder, up at the
ceiling, seemingly thinking of other things, while he pumped in
and out. That was fine with him. A girl could enjoy it, or put up
with it while seething, or just keep up the mask of insolence
that came to them all so easily. In all cases, he was thrusting
his stiff cock into young, fresh, well-lubricated pussy, which
was exciting and pleasurable regardless of what the girl who
owned the pussy thought. His climax while straining deep inside
her was its own reward, ecstasy at another mating, the rhythmic
spurting nature's confirmation that he could impregnate any girl
he wanted if she was old enough.

"Mmmm, that was nice," said Robert as he slid off.

"Cum dump Alison, at your service," she said, yawning and
stretching.

"What about Thomas? It could be Thomas who did you instead."

"Oh, you want me to say I like to get your cock more than his?
Competition between the men?" Robert was mildly annoyed, but it
wasn't a taggable offense. "Nah, happy to take his cock too. Old
guys who like to rape young meat? Both the same to me."

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Jane was thin and pale, while Alison was dark and thicker, but
after the fucking was over, his surge of goo tucked up inside her
vagina, she presented the same situation. She was happy to get it
up the cunt from him, or Thomas. Just part of the price of doing
business, or rather, making mischief.

And neither of them minded getting it from the rear either.

They discussed it at one of the staff meetings, when Robert,
Thomas, and the three women met.

"What can we do, if they don't mind getting fucked? I mean, the
fucking is nice for us, but the pranks are getting worse..."

"Some of them are a lot worse than 'pranks'", said Grace.

"Maybe they don't seem so bad if you're one of these guys who
gets the pleasure of fucking them after every 3 points worth of
pranks," said Carly.

"But what can we do?" said Robert. "We can't hit them, or starve
them, or lock them up in a dungeon."

"No one's going to report you if you did," said Grace, with a
sour face.

"I've got an idea," said Abigail. "Get me a strap-on, and I'll
fuck 'em. Maybe the lesbian thing would freak them out."

"You'd be willing to do that?" said Thomas.

"Not 'willing'," said Abigail. "Eager."

"Really?"

"You didn't know that?" said Carly with a smile. Robert was a bit
surprised too, but he wasn't prejudiced, and didn't need to
advertise his own failure to pick up on this tidbit of
information.

"You'd be willing to screw them with a dildo... all six of them?"

"Yeah..." she said with some hesitation.

"What about Jane and Alison? They're the two we're having trouble
with.

"Oh, yeah," said Abigail with a smile. "Not in my job
description, but yum, yum, yum!"

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The two girls who were so flippant about getting it up the cunt
from a middle-aged man were quite upset about the prospect of
taking a rubber version from a lesbo.

Robert thought it only fair to warn them in advance, so they
could weigh the benefit of their little pranks, spats, and losses
of temper against this far less pleasant alternative punishment.

But temptation was too great, or self-control too weak.

Jane appeared in the punishment room, to find Robert naked.

"I thought I had to get it from that woman this time," she said
with some confusion.

"Oh, you will, you will. But I'll still fuck you too. No one said
it was a substitute punishment. It's an additional one instead."

"You just want another excuse to fuck me," said Jane, eyeing
Robert accusingly.

"That's right! Your choice, though... Want it from the rear, or
on our sides? Something to relieve the monotony?"

"No, that's quite all right," said Jane, accepting her fate,
presenting herself in missionary.

Robert entered her delicious little pussy with his middle-aged
male cock, forced the pussy open, forced his organ way deep, and
got into the groove of happily fucking the pussy that had so
readily shaped itself to clutch him and give him maximum
pleasure. "I won't make you wait too long... I know you're so
looking forward to Act II here."

Jane gave a faint smile then but also gulped, and put her arms
around behind his back for a gentle hug. He wondered if she knew
she had volunteered an affectionate gesture, but he didn't stop
to ask. He fucked harder, deeper... and delivered.

Not long after, Alison came in for her pre-punishment for her
misdeeds. She didn't seem incensed to have to see him first. Jane
had told her what to expect.

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But from then on things proceeded quite differently with the two
of them. Jane became much better behaved, but Alison became a
terror. It seemed nearly every day he was humping away and
satisfying himself inside her before Abigail came in with her
equipment to take his place.

Abigail found Robert alone, and she was beaming. "Alison doesn't
mind being punished by me. In fact, she likes it. And we do other
things too... things two women might do. She said she loved being
bad because it meant she could come see me soon. I said I'd ask
if she could come see me if she was good."

"Of course," said Robert. "So the punishment if she's bad is that
she does NOT get to see you for a while?"

"I guess that's fair," said Abigail, showing all the signs of a
woman in love. "I hope she's good."

Robert considered... "Or, I guess the punishment could be that
she has to let me do it to her, and also can't see you for a
while."

Abigail frowned at Robert. "You wouldn't!"

Robert sighed. "No, I wouldn't. Though I admit I sure loved
fucking that girl."

"I guess she's attractive to you and me both... But I suppose if
you wanted to join us in a threesome some time, that might be
fun..."

"Hmm, sounds interesting!" said Robert, though in truth Abigail
was very much not his type. The subject was never mentioned
again.

From then on, there were never six girls in the bunk room at
night, just five. The other girls gave Alison a hard time about
being a lesbo, but Thomas and Robert never joined in, and the
girls found they could get a tag for getting physical with their
disapproval. And Alison, who had endured a lot of tough treatment
in life, let it all run off her back. She was in love.

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Robert reached ecstasy and dumped a load of cum up inside
Meredith. He never got tired of dumping cum in Meredith. He never
got tired of dumping cum in any of the pussies, for that matter.

He saw tears in her eyes as she was getting dressed.

"Hey, Meredith, want to talk?"

"About what?" she said, wary.

"You don't like to get it from me, or from Thomas, but you keep
screwing up, day after day, earning your white tags. Wouldn't it
better to behave better and not have to get it?"

"But you'd be disappointed to have to stay out of my pants!" she
said sarcastically. "No, 'pants' is the wrong word -- my cunt.
You'd be disappointed to not be able to fuck me in the cunt!"

"I suppose so, but I've got lots of other pants to get my way
into. Lots of other cunts to fuck. Believe it or not, I asked
because I was just thinking of you. How I'd like you to have a
better life."

"Anything else?" said Meredith.

"No, no..."

She stalked out.

In staff meeting, Robert said, "Jane's all over the place. But
the one girl who just seems to stay the same no matter what is
Meredith. She doesn't like to get fucked, yet she keeps messing
up, day after day."

After a moment, Carla spoke up. "I think I get it. She's the one
who talked about how you and Thomas had rules and applied them
consistently. So while she could be a good girl and never have to
get fucked, that would be too unfamiliar to her. It's comfortable
to be in a place where she screws up a little, and somebody fucks
her against her will -- but doesn't hit her, or try to mess with
her mind. And she knows if she's good -- she went a week there
once, you remember? -- she doesn't get fucked. Predictable."

"Any way we could break her out of the pattern?" said Robert.

He looked around, but none of the others had any ideas.

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Nancy found Robert alone a few weeks into their new routine of
actually cleaning toilets while only pretending to get fucked.

"Can you give me tags for things I didn't really do, but you say
you saw them on the cameras? Then when I get enough, every week
or two, I go into the punishment room and we talk. But I don't
really have to clean the toilets?"

Robert laughed. "Certainly, we can do that. You're the kind of
girl I'd love to marry some day." But he started back-pedaling at
once. "That is, if I was the marrying type. And if we weren't
living in this weird situation. And if you wanted to, and so
forth."

But Nancy had picked up the original. "I appreciate the
compliment," she said with what looked to him like genuine
warmth, gave him a peck on the cheek, and was out the door.

One time when she joined him in the punishment room, she said,
"This is really embarrassing. But the girls think maybe you're
not having sex with me, because I don't smell like sex down
there. So could you produce some semen, without involving me at
all, and then I'll wipe some around the right areas? God, this is
embarrassing. I don't know what it takes to make semen come out.
Do you need to at least look at me or something? Or look at my
vagina?"

"No, my dear. Nothing of that kind is actually required. But just
knowing what you are planning to do with this is enough to make
me very excited." He went to the corner of the room, turned away
from her, wanked himself ten times and spurted onto his hand. He
then reached it out behind him and said, "I promise not to look."

He felt a thrill to feel her fingers dipping into his sperm.

"OK, all done," she said a minute later.

"I know it all makes sense," he said, "but if someone asked me
I'd have to say, 'She made me promise to never touch her sexually
at all, but then wanted some sperm to rub around her pussy so she
could pretend I had'."

After they shared a good laugh, he said, "You still sleeping with
Meredith?"

"Every night. It's OK, but sometimes she scares me when she wakes
up really frightened."

"Ouch."

"It's OK. I can tell she really likes to find me right there when
she wakes up."

Neither of them spoke for a minute.

"I know I'm not supposed to ask. It's not in the rules. But you
seem so well-behaved... what did you do to end up in Group E?"

"Oh, that? I just murdered my step-father," she said gaily, and
seemed to enjoy Robert's shocked reaction.

"Well, not literally, quite. I declined to warn him of a
dangerous situation. One I had created. But he needed killing. He
really did."

Robert made to object, but Nancy shook her head vigorously and
put her finger to his lips. "I've trusted you a lot, and I need
you to trust me on this."

He said, "Well, um, have you run out of people who need
murdering? Some prudes might think Thomas and I aren't really
treating you very well here."

She laughed. "Oh, no. No, I'd never dream of killing anyone just
for the stuff you do."

Robert was left wondering what her step-father had done. Human
depravity knew no bounds, he feared, and maybe it was better he
didn't know.

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Chapter 5

At the staff meeting they got into a reflective mood.

"You realize it's been just a year now?" said Abigail.

Carly said, "Six girls. Alison the new-found lesbian is a model
citizen. Nancy was always pretty good, and she still is. Ruth
still screws up sometimes, but she's got this bond with Robert
that she treasures, so it doesn't get out of hand.."

Thomas said, "Ruth -- yeah. Sleep and hug with Robert, but no
fucking. If she messes up she gets it from me, but she messes up
less and less."

Carly continued, "Beth lives life to the fullest. Sleeps with
Robert, fucks a lot, feisty and a frequent rule-breaker. Meredith
snuggles with Nancy at night, but somehow life only seems right
if she's screwing up and getting punished. So she gets it from
Thomas pretty often, seems to genuinely hate it, but can't help
screwing up again and again."

"Jane seems... Maybe Jane just has to be Jane," said Carly.

Abigail said, "She hates it when I do her with the strap-on. She
hates that Robert does her first for his own sake even though he
knows it won't stop her..." Robert shrugged.

They were silent a while. Then Grace said, "But have you noticed
how the girls get tags for infractions that are less and less
serious -- because they don't do the serious stuff any more?
Think of some of the ones we gave in the first month... and then
more recently?"

"So, should we publish our experimental method and excellent
results?" said Carly. They all knew that was out of the question.

"We are supposed to give the girls back at some point, right?"
said Grace.

"Well, we could say we've found loving adoptive homes for all of
them," said Carly.

"But then they stop paying us," said Robert.

"Doesn't your money run out soon, even without losing that
income?" said Abigail to Robert.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so. Then things have to change, somehow or
other."

Abigail said, "Sending them back into the foster care system
seems like a real crap shoot. None of the girls is in favor of
it. Sending them back as runaways/throwaways is also pretty
perilous."

"I guess they have experience that might make them OK being
prostitutes," said Carly.

The others looked at her. Robert made to object, but thought
better of it. Instead he said, "If we send them back, the chances
that at least one will spill the beans about our whole setup here
are pretty high, I'd say. Even if the other five of them keep
quiet."

"How about a giant mass homicide/suicide, like Jonestown?" said
Grace. Everyone looked at her. Her mind worked in strange ways
sometimes.

"Too bad you can't sell child porn any more," said Carly. "Or
sell sex tourism."

Abigail said, "There's this whole internet business. Maybe we
could find a way to make money there? Our own YouTube channel?
Reality TV show? Oh -- what a great reality show!"

"Well, suppose money wasn't a problem," said Thomas.

"Assume a can opener?" said Robert.

But Thomas persisted. "No, no... go for it. What if...?"

"We stay here, growing older and older, until we die. Who's the
youngest? Meredith? Meredith buries the rest of us, then climbs
into her own grave." Grace again.

"We seem to have the tools at hand to make babies," said Abigail.
"Assuming you guys haven't had vasectomies. Or are both
infertile... How old are you?"

"Thirty-seven," said Robert.

"Forty-two," said Thomas.

"You love fucking girls," said Grace. "Think you'll still like to
fuck 'em when they're just a bit older? You know -- fun with a
purpose?"

"I think my Alison would be happy as a mother.... I think that
solution remains appealing," said Abigail. "That is, if we had a
can opener."

Thomas said, "Well, the truth is, about money... I've inherited
some, and if my 93-year-old aunt ever gives up the ghost, I'll
inherit a lot more."

"And you'll blow it all here on this wicked and sinful
lifestyle?" said Grace.

He relaxed and nodded.

"Polygamy!" said Carly. "A tried and true system, the basis of
many stable and lasting societies!"

After a pause, Robert said, "Founded on the base and immoral
desires of two pedophiles, enforced by threat of violence,
abetted by three women on the run from the law."

Thomas said, "Half the societies in the world were founded by
vicious men doing horrible deeds. But they took women, which
might have been horrible too, but then the children came, and
their children, and they have become sweet and cooperative
citizens of the world."

Grace said, "It's true that the two of you raped the hell out of
these girls..." The language shocked Robert, the more so because
he couldn't disagree. "... but I'll bet you in ten years they'll
be much better off than they would have been back in some
genuine, state-approved home for Class E Girl Orphans."

Abigail looked back and forth between the two men and said, "So
when the babies come, half will be girls. Are you going to rape
them too?"

"Nah, too young," said Thomas.

Robert didn't necessarily think so, so he changed the subject.
"It sure might cause disharmony. What about we take the
wristbands off the girls and put them on me and Thomas?"

"And give us the controls?" said Carla with a smile.

"We've got a deal that you don't ask us why we're on the run from
the law, but giving us the controls on the zapper is kind of
trusting of you," said Grace with a careful smile.

"We'll figure something out," said Abigail. "Nobody ever starts a
new life with all the details figured out."

"Or just put Nancy in charge of the whole operation," said
Robert. The others laughed. To himself he murmured, so no one
else could hear, "she kills anyone who really needs killing, but
lets the others live." And her judgment, so far at least, was
that he and Thomas didn't need killing.

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Thomas's aunt eventually died. There also really were ways to
make money on the internet. Some pariah companies needed call
centers staffed by native English speakers that no one else could
find.

They debated who could marry whom. A series of divorces and
second marriages would sound better than polygamy if and when the
girls had to describe their past at some point in the future.
Partnerships with affairs and break-ups and reconciliations and
no marriages at all would also raise few eyebrows. The question
with the most practical import was at what age they stopped
replenishing the contraceptive implants on each girl. Fifteen
seemed about the right age, but they left it up to the girl.

Girls grew up, girls grew big bellies, and babies popped out, one
after another. Meredith seemed to be infertile. Jane didn't want
any babies, and Alison was happy to stop at one. They wouldn't
have a population explosion problem.

One child clearly resembled Thomas, a couple resembled Robert,
and the others weren't clear but if you had to guess a father
you'd choose Robert. If a girl was hoping for a large belly,
getting Robert's sperm up inside was the better bet. Even if you
were mostly Thomas's girl, better to get some from Robert too.
Thomas grumbled a bit, but accepted the situation.

Motherhood in a stable and predictable family environment,
without drugs or physical abuse or cruelty, was a good antidote
to bad behavior.

Robert paused now and then to look at the big picture. They
started with six adolescent girls who had been judged to be the
worst of the worst. Their care was managed by two men whose real
motive was to rape them, over and over again, with the need for
discipline serving as the flimsiest fig leaf. They were helped
along by three women running from the law. There was absolutely
no excuse for what he and Thomas had done. They were guilty. But
things surely could have turned out a lot worse for the girls,
and they all knew it, including the girls.

In any case, though, the ends don't justify the means. Robert was
a bastard, through and through, and he the bastard smiled as he
relished his memories of each girl he had raped and the
particularly memorable copulations.

There was this thing called Stockholm Syndrome, where captives
come to have sympathy for their captors. After a rescue, it is
trotted forth as to why the captives' positive evaluation of the
captors should be discounted. But if you are a captive, and your
hope of prompt rescue fades, Stockholm Syndrome is a good recipe
for making the best of the situation you are in. It's an
especially easy transition if the life you lived before being
captured was itself unhappy and problematic. As applied to
Robert's situation, it meant that most of his copulations after
the first year or so were with relaxed, willing and even eager
girls.

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Robert had just licked Nancy to an orgasm that left her smiling
and breathing hard. She now wanted his cock in her pussy as soon
as he could get it there, and he was happy to oblige. He never
tired of feeling that perfect feminine hug of his member as he
penetrated her. Gazing into those big blue eyes made it hard to
hold off, but he didn't need to, and lasted less than a minute.
They were hoping for a third child, and this ought to be roughly
the right time of month. Sperm shot out of his body way up into
the deep crevice of hers. Fun with a purpose.

She had agreed to marry him, and they were wed when she turned
14. She would be his only wife, though the both knew he would be
screwing many other girls and making them pregnant. It was in
fact the only marriage among any of them.

Nancy loved sex, and in reflecting on why she had been so scared
of it, the best they could come up with was her hatred of it
being involuntary -- out of her control.

Copulation completed, Robert kissed Nancy and dismounted.
Underwear put back into place, Robert opened the door, and
shortly after little Nathan and Emily raced in and piled onto the
bed with their parents.

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