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Story title : Hartline Correctional Institution 

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Hartline Correctional Institution (M/f-teens, hum, 
racism, nc, latino, abuse, scat)
By Sam (sam_hartline@my-deja.com)

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Chapter One: Inspecting the Facilities


Talk about a cushy job. And a paradise for perverts. Here 
I was a 30-year-old sadist fed up with life and love, 
with I'll admit a lot of anger and hate in me, landing a 
job as a counselor and dorm monitor in a correctional 
institution for girls and young women. 

This was a private school of sorts, although it was 
really a camp. In fact Hartline Correctional Institution 
was mostly called The Camp...or The Boot Camp...or the 
Boot Camp for Girls...or by us inside...Pussy Paradise.

I didn't know then, on that first day, all I know now of 
course. I did know they had hired me in spite of me 
losing my last job as a school counselor for raping the 
ass of a sixteen year old in my office. The little bitch 
was just asking for it, and finally after I'd had enough 
of her flirting glances and her bragging about all the 
teen boys she'd shot down.

I just smacked her alongside the head, threw her over my 
desk, tore down her cargo pants and slammed my nine 
inches up her tight little teenage asshole. She was the 
cutest girl in the school by far. And that cunt was tight 
and moist and sweet. 

I mean what the fuck was I supposed to do? The tough 
little shit would come and visit me every fucking day. 
She knew I was hot for her ass, and she used to play with 
me sadistically. She would spread her young legs, wink 
and smile, all the while going on about her twat friends. 
Most of you know teenage girls like this, and you know 
how they just ask for it. 

Well, I gave it to her. I'll never forget her moist pink 
pucker and how it stretched around my prick while the 
fucking cunt squealed like a stuck pig. I could have been 
hurting her for life... fucking up her mind... well, too 
fucking bad. I had a hard on that needed relief.

Well the boys at Hartline liked what I had to offer 
because they got me off the hook and offered me this job 
to boot. "We need somebody who knows how to properly 
treat those fucking animals..." was how Dr. Hill put it. 
They paid off whomever they had to get my case dropped, 
and there I was getting a tour of my new home.

To say nobody on the outside knew what went on at 
Hartline would not be correct. Various law enforcement 
organizations that joined in the festivities knew. The 
Governor knew... hell; he plowed pussy once or twice a 
month. A couple of senators knew. And I was just finding 
out.

Hartline was a maximum-security correctional facility for 
serious offenders of the law. Girls from fourteen to 
twenty-one who had been convicted of gang drive-by 
shootings, drug dealing, murder, and various other 
unsavory crimes were sent there to be reeducated. 
Reshaped... changed forever. And they were.

"Of course, because we get lots of former gang members 
and kids involved in street crime, many of our girls are 
niggers or spics. But we get our share of white trash 
too. Just remember... they are animals... and here they 
are treated like animals. We give no quarter. We take no 
shit!" 

The speaker was Fritz Miller, a middle-aged military nut 
who ran most of the camp for Dr. Hill. Fritz was six foot 
four, two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. He had a 
crew cut and bright blue eyes. I didn't want to ask where 
his father was in 1940 because I was certain the answer 
would not be America.

Let me walk you through the place as Fritz did me that 
first morning.

We first entered one of the barracks. Each barracks had 
four rooms. Each room held eight girls. One shower room 
served each barracks. I was shocked to say the least when 
I saw the girls.

Eight teenage girls stood before me at attention. They 
wore Doc Martens. They wore little else. Each girl was 
dressed in nothing but a tiny cloth covering held around 
the hips by strings. The cloth seemed almost too small to 
cover their teenage pussies. The girls stood stiffly, 
legs spread shoulder width apart, arms locked behind the 
back, shoving out their chests. I threw an instant boner.

Fritz chuckled. "Keeping them dressed this way does three 
things. First, it saves on uniforms and clothing...why 
should we waste money on pigs? Secondly, it humiliates 
the girls, as it should. Thirdly, it provides 
entertainment for us. Each girl has one piece of 
cloth...aside from her shoes; it's her only possession. 
We allow them nothing else. Each Saturday the girls wash 
their cloth. You'd be amazed how protective they get over 
that tiny piece of material."

All the girls kept their eyes on the floor, but I could 
see embarrassment coursing through their tight young 
bodies. These girls were physically worked hard, I could 
tell. No fatties here.

"To keep the cloth as clean as possible, the girls remove 
them when they sleep. Here are the girls' beds." Four 
very small beds. No mattresses or pillows, just the hard 
grey bed springs.

"They get no mattresses or pillows. They learn to sleep 
on the bedsprings. Two girls to a bed," Fritz chuckled 
again. The beds were too narrow for the girls to lay side 
by side on their backs. "We switch bed partners at 
random."

In the middle of the barracks room there was a hole in 
the floor. "That is the latrine," Fritz said. Then he 
turned to a beautiful black girl standing at attention 
with the others. "Nigger, show our new teacher how you 
use the latrine."

"Sir, yes, sir!" the black girl barked in best military 
fashion. She jogged over to the hole in the floor, her 
young body all sinewy and smooth.

The girl straddled the hole, crouching down halfway so we 
could all see her ass cheeks spread.

Fritz chuckled again. "I love it how some of those coal 
black niggers have the prettiest pink pussies...its a 
hoot." We watched the black girl strain...then a spray of 
piss shot out of her cunt...into the hole. I love 
watching teenage girls piss. It's a special turn on for 
me, I admit. I don't know why, there is something obscene 
about it. And watching this seventeen-year-old black 
chick spraying piss was really erotic.

"When the girls wake each morning, they line up for 
inspection. Then they are allowed to piss and shit one at 
a time while the others stand at attention around the 
hole. This teaches the girl that she is nothing more than 
an animal and that she has no privacy whatsoever." Hard 
to argue with that.

"Spic..." Fritz pointed to a fifteen-year-old Latino 
girl. "Clean her." The Latino was beautiful with large 
dark liquid eyes and a full lipped pouty mouth.

"Sir...I don't have no paper, Sir." The girl was visibly 
shaking with fear. I found out why.

"Aw...too bad. Then you'll just have to use your tongue, 
won't you?"

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. The girl's eyes 
filled with tears and she swallowed the lump in her 
throat. She was so innocent, so vulnerable looking. She 
shuffled over to the black girl, shaking her young head 
from side to side as if to say this was impossible. It 
was to me anyway, but Fritz was simply demonstrating how 
at Hartline, we could literally do anything with the 
girls that we wanted...any fucking thing.

"You're kind of dragging your heels, girl. Are you 
interested in a session in the training room?"

Now the girl moved fast...she fell to her knees and 
buried her face in the black cunt of the girl who had 
just piss. I could hear her licking and sucking her 
pussy. It was both outrageous and infectious at the same 
time. I was insanely aroused watching a fifteen-year-old 
girl suck the twat of a seventeen-year-old nigger. Both 
girls were good looking, and I would have given anything 
to have had a camera. 

Little did I know that this kind of sadistic fun was a 
daily occurrence at Hartline. And that I myself could 
order the girls to do the most humiliating disgusting 
things on a whim. And that none of the girls, not one of 
them, had any recourse but to follow orders to the 
letter.

"Turn around, nigger!' Fritz barked. The black girl 
turned. She had a very sensitive face, and I'm sure I saw 
her full lower lip quiver. Fucking hot. I love watching 
teenage girls cry. That's something we don't see nearly 
enough of. Girls of that age are so busy trying to prove 
they are tough independent women. It's such fun to reduce 
them to little crybabies, bawling and mewling and 
whimpering. Most of the tough young chicks at Hartline 
cried every single day, we saw to that.

"Leroy, do you have to piss too?" Fritz addressed a young 
cadet. The cadets were only a half-step above the girls 
and were on loan from the boy's correctional institute to 
do grunt work and help keep the girls in line. It was 
considered quite a plush assignment.

"Yes, sir," the young black man replied, toying with his 
dick through his pants.

"May as well take care of it now while the spic is 
around," Fritz replied.

Leroy grinned, unzipped his shorts and drained himself 
into the hole.

Now the well built black man stood with his huge flaccid 
prick hanging just inches in front of the kneeling 
Latino's face.

"I think he's got some piss drop on the head of his 
pecker...why don't you clean that off too."

The spic girl stuck out her tongue and took a swipe at 
the big fat uncut dickhead of his cock. Some piss 
transferred from the prick to the tongue. The huge dick 
swung a bit. The staffer closed his eyes and bit his 
lip...but the dick gave a lurch and then started to grow.

"You getting a hard-on, Leroy? Is that what I see? Do I 
see a fucking hard-on?"

"Sir...I can't help it, sir...when someone licks my dick. 
It wasn't my fault, sir. She wasn't just cleaning me. She 
was licking all over my dick." The young Latino girl was 
whimpering. "She's a cocksucker, sir. She did it to me on 
purpose."

Well those of us who had watched the Latino girl lick the 
piss of the dickhead knew that wasn't true but that 
didn't stop Fritz from his fun. He spun on the Latino 
girl and kicked her hard in the stomach.

"Is that true, girl? You a cocksucker?" the Latino girl 
curled into a ball, retching and choking, coughing and 
holding her stomach. Did I tell you that I also love to 
see healthy tough young teenage girls in extreme 
pain...it turns me on. Sweet smooth young teen faces 
screwed up in excruciating pain.

Finally the agonized spic found a voice. "No, sir. I just 
licked the piss, sir. I never touched the dick."

"Fucking wetback liar. I saw the dick swing." Fritz 
flipped the brown girl over onto her stomach and rammed 
three fingers up the girl's cunt...hard. "You lie to me, 
girl?"

"AGgghhhhhhhhh! It only touched a little...just a little. 
I just cleaned the piss like you told me to..ugh...ugh...
ugh..." Fritz was finger fucking the girl very hard...so 
hard the girl's whole body slid along the wooden floor. I 
thought he was going to shove his whole hand up the 
teenager but he didn't. All at once he seemed to regain 
his composure. He stood up and wiped his fingers in the 
Latino girl's hair. Then he tugged at the waistband of 
his trousers. "You are on report, spic. You will be 
punished at dinner tonight." He turned to me, a smile 
on his face. "Shall we continue our tour?"

As we left the room, I could hear her sobbing.

"After their morning piss, the girls jog over to the mess 
hall for breakfast. Even though it's only thirty degrees 
out now, the girls still only wear their cloth."

The mess was a large building with thirty tables seating 
ten at each table. "The girls line up, then sit on 
command. Announcements are read. Then the girls eat. They 
are allowed no utensils and since they are animals they 
eat by burying their faces in the bowls and licking up 
the slop we serve them. And although the food is healthy 
we are little about flavor. In fact we enjoy making it 
taste awful. We often have fun by putting secret mystery 
stuff into the girl's food...stuff only we know about."

"Next the girls go back to the dorms and shower. They 
shower all 32 girls in one shower room at the same time. 
Sometimes they are required to wash out each other's 
asses. We like our girls to have really clean asses for 
some of the activities we prescribe for them."

"Then the girls go to class. They have classes all 
morning and physical labor activities in the afternoons. 
They are never allowed to speak to each other except 
during class projects or during the social hour at night, 
when all conversation is monitored of course. We can't 
have the little fucks filling each other's heads with 
dirt, now can we? It is during dinner that we give out 
punishments...except for private sessions of course which 
you will learn to absolutely love. We think of the dinner 
punishments as a kind of public entertainment and general 
deterrent for the girls."

I had to ask. "Excuse me, what kind of punishments?"

He smiled. "Well, in the private sessions, you can do 
anything you want. But the public ones usually consist 
of breast whippings. We all know that the breast is a 
particularly sensitive part of the female body...
especially with teenage girls who are afraid a really
serious flogging may damage her body. Have you ever 
beaten a girl's tits?"

It was my turn to chuckle. "When I coached high school 
sports we had a little game we played. I had the girls 
see who was the toughest athlete by seeing who could take 
the most clothespins on her tits."

Fritz laughed. "Fucking amazing what teenage girls will 
fall for. Well, here they have no choice. We also do 
really thorough ass whippings. I like seeing a girl's ass 
nice and red. I like to warm a girl's ass up with a good 
whipping before I fuck her. Hey man, I'm sorry if some of 
this is coming too fast and furious for you but we might 
as well be honest from the start. We hired you because 
you are a fucking violent pervert. You are our kind of 
man."

You know I felt really good. I mean I felt appreciated,
respected.

"It's during the recreation period at night when we 
relieve the girls. Some of them. Others we love to let 
waltz around frustrated for weeks or months at a time. I 
like to keep a girl on edge, not let her cum for weeks. 
Just torture her with sex constantly...but threaten her 
that if she cums, she will be punished terribly."

"Remember, these are the scum of society. These girls are 
the throw aways...no good to anyone. We break them and 
turn them into useful serving tools...pack animals...
submissive who will never question authority again."

Fritz led me to my barracks. My room on one end was very 
nice. I had a complete entertainment system with a home 
theatre. A large bed, a small kitchen, room for a 
library, and a drape I could pull back to see the room 
where my eight charges lived and slept.

"You are the counselor. It's a token job, really, 
although you can help the girls by advising them to obey 
all orders and never question authority. You can help 
them to realize they are scum... nothing more. Cute 
scum... the uglies don't last around here long. It's only 
fun to abuse beauty. A word of warning - if you want to 
keep your job, don't go easy on your girls. If word of 
that gets out, you're through. I got a ten thousand 
dollar raise last year for being the faculty member who 
was hardest on her charges. Our school respects that. Oh, 
and if you have any particular taste in girls - Asian 
girls, blondes, niggers - just let us know. We try to 
please everyone. I'm partial to small boned fifteen year 
olds myself. But I don't hoard them. Plenty to go 
around."

"I'm not sure what kind of girls I like best. No one has 
ever offered..."

"Well give it some thought. Also if you want any special 
equipment in your room...large hoses or a gyno table...or 
whatever, let us know. We have funding, you know. Well, 
I'll leave you to settle in. Some of the girls will be 
around with your bags. Oh, at three thirty today we are 
having a kickboxing tournament in the gymnasium. Stop by 
if you can. Our kickboxing is a bit different. The girls 
can only kick and they take kicks at each other's 
cunts...the first girl to pass out loses. The loser 
receives a session in the training room so the girls 
fight pretty hard to win."

"What is the training room?"

Fritz gave out a hearty laugh. "Too much for one day my 
friend. You could never take it. It's best to learn the 
school bit by bit. You'll learn to enjoy all we have to 
offer soon enough. Oh, a special dinner in your honor 
tonight to meet the staff. Seven o'clock. Dress casual. 
Cocktails first, then dinner and some special 
entertainment the girls have whipped up for your welcome. 
I've really got to go. This hard on is killing me and if 
I don't fuck some girl's ass soon, I'll explode. If you 
get horny, help yourself. Usually the faculty remain shy 
and out of it for a few days but soon the temptation is 
too great and they get the hang of it. See you," he 
sauntered off.

I liked my room. I knew I would love my job and I 
couldn't wait to meet my girls.


Chapter Two: My First Girl


The fun started almost immediately. I threw my jacket on 
a chair and kicked off my shoes then went to the fridge 
and took out an ice-cold beer. My dick just would not go 
soft. Was I gonna love this new job or what? Now, do most 
of you out there think of me as a bad man? I guess in a 
way I am. Isn't it in Hamlet that Shakespeare writes 
about how a person can be completely virtuous and good 
except for one flaw and because of that flaw he is a real 
fucked up piece of shit? Well he didn't say it just like 
that, but you get the idea. 

Well, my flaw is that I love to abuse girls. I can't help 
it. I never asked to be born this way. I try to be a good 
guy in every aspect of my life, and I think I succeed, 
but when it comes to sex and teenage girls, I admit, I 
just lose it. Shit, when I volunteered as an assistant in 
the school play when I was a teen, I ended up teaching 
all the girls how to masturbate and shove things up their 
asses.

I remember the lead girl playing Juliet was one of my 
special girls and I will always recall her standing up 
alone behind the mock castle, her soft golden voice 
sailing out over the audience...while from behind I 
worked a seven inch rubber dildo in and out of her young 
asshole. 

While she sang, I fucked her harder and harder. The folks 
in the audience listened to the wavering high notes and 
uncertain swoops and smiled to each other knowingly. 
Jenny Lee's voice was starting to change, they thought. 
Well the truth of it had nothing to do with her voice 
changing. You try to sing some stupid song while a rubber 
cock is plowing your little pink rectum.

So many girls, so much fun. And now I had a job where I 
could practice my trade in safety. I had been hired by 
perverts to be a pervert. I wondered briefly, standing 
there in the middle of my new apartment, if I would 
totally lose the good sides of my nature and only the bad 
would now exist. What was to prevent that from happening?

A tiny knock on my door brought me back to the present. I 
set the beer bottle down on a glass end table. "Yes?"

The door opened and an angelic looking 16-year-old girl 
stood there, surrounded by my bags. She was small for her 
age, and her slender body showed muscle that was just 
starting to develop. 

She looked about to drown amidst the sea of bags they had 
forced her to lug to my room. She had sandy hair, not too 
short; big blue eyes, pink cheeks, a cute curved nose, 
and nice full lips. Her shoulders were thin, her chest 
showing two nickel sized pink titties, and her tummy was 
smooth and flat. I could see her hips clearly, and not a 
sign of pubic hair showed above her small pink cloth. She 
had slender legs and the Doc Martens looked huge on her. 
She wiped her nose with the back of one hand.

"Sir, I'm here with your bags, sir." She said in a voice 
still high and thin and delicate.

"Fine, bring them in please." I stood back and watched 
her drag the heavy bags into the room. I watched her 
naked smooth beautifully tight ass cheeks strain as she 
lugged the heaviest bag. I could understand at once why 
the girls were dressed in only a tiny cloth, it kept them 
deliciously on display while still preserving a few 
secrets for further exploration. At the same time it 
humiliated the girls terribly to have themselves so 
openly available.

She did very well until the last bag, poor little cunt. 
The center of my tiny room was piled full of stuff now 
and she had to drag the last bag around the others. In 
doing so, the corner of the bag with the wheel on it 
nicked the edge of the glass table, sending the beer 
tumbling to the carpet. A look of abject horror filled 
her young face, and my dick gave an immediate lurch. I 
have spoken to you about how I love the look of fear on a 
girl's face. 

Well this was a particularly beautiful innocent face and 
the way it twisted up in terror was really something. She 
threw himself across the room at me, fell to her knees 
and buried her baby face right in my crotch. That's 
right, directly on my jean covered dick lump. It took me 
a second to get the words wailing from her mouth like a 
siren as her lips were busy mouthing my hard dick through 
the material of my pants, but I eventually got what she 
was saying.

"I'm sorry sir...I'm sorry...please don't turn me in. 
Please, I'll do anything you want...I'll be a good girl, 
honest I will. Please sir. I been real good for six 
months...real good...ask anybody...I'm sorry...please 
don't turn me in... pleeeeasssse!" 

All the while her hand kneaded my ass cheeks and her lips 
pressed against my throbbing dick. A wet spot of pre cum 
formed on the material of my blue jeans, staining them 
dark blue. The girl saw this and immediately began to 
suck on the slime spot.

"What's your name, girl?" I asked betraying no anger and 
no forgiveness in my voice.

"Kelly, sir...Kelly Collins...but everybody here calls me 
Cuntmouth, sir."

"Cuntmouth...that's cute. Is that cause your mouth is 
like a cunt?"

"Yes sir...they say I give real good suck, sir." She 
continued to suck me through my pants, tears rolling down 
her soft pink cheeks. I reached down and lifted her to 
her feet by wrapping my large hands around her tiny 
waist, my fingers could almost touch she was so small. 
She stood with legs spread, back arched, ass out, her 
head still bent down buried in my dickbulge. I ran one of 
my hands down her back and over her tiny ass cheeks.

"And if they call you Cuntmouth...does that mean that 
your pussy is no good?" I slid a finger into her moist 
warm fuckhole, it opened up for me easily. This girl had 
been fucked a lot.

"No sir, I have a really tight warm pussy, would you care 
to fuck me, sir?"

"How old are you Kelly?" I slid a second finger into her 
cunthole.

"Sixteen, sir."

"And how long have you been at Hartline?"

"A year, sir."

"And how often a day do you get fucked on an average?"

"Nine or ten times..."

I roughly shoved her away. She fell to the floor and 
looked up at me, her big blues full of tears.

"You are an old whore, Kelly...a fucked out slutcunt...I 
don't want to fuck you." I undid my belt and unzipped my 
jeans and lowered them. My bigheaded nine-inch erection 
sprang out and bounced, the fat head drooling pre cum. I 
leak a lot when I get aroused. It's a problem I've always 
had. Sex scum everywhere. "However, Kelly, since your 
name around here is Cuntmouth I think I might try a 
little of your mouth action..." She scrambled across the 
floor like a crab to get to my dick, her pink tongue 
hanging out of her mouth. They train them well at 
Hartline.

"But first, don't you think you should pick up the beer 
bottle you knocked over?"

Her eyes grew even wider if possible. I could see her 
cursing at herself inside for being such a fuckup and 
fearing what might happen to her because of her blunders. 
She scrambled back all legs and boots over the luggage to 
the bottle and picked it up. Then she looked at me.

"Cuntmouth, there is beer soaking into the carpet. Get 
down and suck the slop out of it before it stains." It 
was a real turn on looking at her kneeling on the carpet, 
young ass up in the air trying to suck the spilled beer 
out of the shag. "Better take your cloth off, you don't 
want to get it dirty," I observed. She quickly peeled off 
the tiny triangle of material revealing a darling little 
pink pussy.

I realized then that this is indeed how teenage girls 
should be...docile, submissive, cleaning a carpet with 
their mouths...not like we see them on the street and at 
the malls all wise assed and arrogant. All teenage girls 
should be put through a kind of bootcamp for girls...to 
teach them respect, and to instill a proper work ethic.

She stood now, bare assed naked. She held the bottle in 
her hand, looking around for a place to put it. 
"Sir...what shall I do with the bottle?" she asked shyly.

"Shove it up your ass," I answered quietly to see her 
response. It was priceless. Her big eyes welled up with 
fresh tears that spilled out and down over her pink 
cheeks. Her nose wrinkled and her lower lip already a bit 
red from sucking the carpet quivered. But she never 
complained. Never said a thing. She was really terrified 
of being reported. She thought for a minute how to 
proceed since the bottle still had half a beer in it. 

Then she carefully set it down on the floor and squatted 
over it. She really looked cute that way, her puckered 
pink ass-lips right on the glass lips of the bottle. Next 
she grunted and pushed herself down over the bottle. I 
saw inch after inch of it go into her well-fucked 
asshole. It turns out that everybody at the school abused 
and fucked her endlessly. And why not? She was so damn 
cute, and she was a criminal. Convicted of selling drugs 
in the 8th grade.

She started to chew her lip when she got to the wider 
part of the bottle. She looked up at me as if to ask if 
that was enough but my complete lack of response forced 
her to shove more and more bottle up her ass. I knew it 
wouldn't hurt her any. I knew she could take it. This 
girl had had a stretched out ass before her thirteenth 
birthday.

Finally the bottle was imbedded deeply within her ass. 
She looked at me for approval and I gave a nod. She 
crawled across the carpet, bottle in her stuck up ass to 
suck my dick. Her mouth was warm and velvet soft just 
like a tight virgin teen pussy so I think her name was 
well chosen. She knew how to suck with her lips and 
stimulate with her tongue at the same time. She coaxed 
pints of pre-fuck from my piss-hole, her young mouth was 
awash in dick-slime. The texture of her lips up and down 
my dick shaft was most pleasing. 

I had her lick my nuts for a while. She knew how to mouth 
each big ball. She licked the sweat off my nuts lovingly, 
then went back to the cock and deep throated it with 
practiced expertise. This girl was a first class 
cocksucker at sixteen. I shot a nice heavy load down her 
throat, and she lovingly cleaned me off with her mouth.

Then she looked up at me and I looked down at her. "Now, 
Kelly, if I don't turn you in, what kind of punishment 
would you suggest for spilling a beer?"

She blinked, realizing that the bottle up her ass and the 
blowjob were not part of the punishment but just a 
welcome perk for the new teacher.

"Ugh...I guess...maybe whip my tits and ass."

"Oh really Kelly, that's so common. I mean that's what 
they dish out for everything around here. How boring. We 
need something special for us to do. Kind of a get-
acquainted punishment session. Something really creative, 
don't you think?"

She looked really scared now. "Yes sir...I guess...sir."

I smiled and stroked her head. "Something that's going to 
really, really hurt you and really please me." She 
trembled at my feet. Perfect. My thick flaccid dick 
leaked another gob of afterfuck and I wiped it lovingly 
on her face. "Of course if you'd rather I just report 
you..."

She clutched my legs. "No, sir...please, sir...don't do 
that, sir."

I smiled and rubbed my flaccid dickhead all over her nose 
and cheeks and eyes. "I think you need a series of enemas 
Kelly...as well as a good whipping. I think we will begin 
your punishment session tomorrow night with a good enema 
or four. Would that be all right with you? Is that a fair 
punishment?"

She looked almost relieved. She had no idea what I had in 
mind for her. "Yes, sir...that will be fine, sir... 
whatever you say, sir."

I reached down and lifted her to her feet. "Yes, that's 
right...whatever I say. Now run along." I gave her ass a 
slap. That reminded both of us that the beer bottle was 
up her ass. She looked at me.

"You may remove the bottle...after lunch." I thought it 
would make a good first impression among the rest of the 
faculty to show that I wasn't shy about jumping right in 
and belonging. If I made some mistakes along the way or 
crossed over some boundaries I shouldn't...oh well, 
they'd just have to tell me. But I found out that there 
were few boundaries...almost no limits...and every new 
perverse invention was greeted with cheerful enthusiasm. 
This was one sick faculty.

It was a chuckle watching the poor slender 16-year-old 
girl try to walk with a beer bottle up her ass. She 
looked really stupid...her embarrassment added to the 
pleasure. I imagined all the other kids in the school 
looking at her and mocking her. I imagined the teachers 
pointing and sneering and degrading her even more. 16-
year-old Kelly had a bottle up her ass but that was just 
the start of the plans I had for that twat.

At lunch, I was introduced to the girls and faculty. I 
made a little speech about how happy I was to be at 
Hartline...and indeed I was. What a pleasure to watch 
almost three hundred nearly naked teenage girls eat their 
lunch by sticking their whole faces into the bowls of 
slop and sucking up the food. Fritz, who sat next to me, 
nudged me and chuckled as was his wont.

"What the little whores don't know is that their beef 
stew according to our wonderful cook Mr. Peltz, has been 
gently laced with fresh horseshit."

I turned to look at my fellow teacher.

"That's right...you heard me right." Word went down the 
faculty table and soon everyone was laughing like a bunch 
of kids as we watched the girls shove their cute faces 
into their bowls of beefstew/horseshit slop. "Just 
think...none of these girls will ever be a menace to 
society again."

"Fritz..." Martin Flores a chubby dark skinned older 
faculty member yelled down the table.

"Yes, Martin," Fritz answered chewing a morsel of crispy 
baked chicken.

"Is that Ramey girl, the 17 year old chocolate skinned 
nigger, in your barracks?"

"Ramey...why yes she is. Why do you want her?"

"No, I don't want her. But I thought you should know. 
She's got hair on her cunt."

Fritz threw down his chicken. He grew red in the face 
from what I later learned was a matter of pride. 
"Impossible! My girls are freshly plucked each and every 
morning - legs, pits, cunt, the works."

"Well, don't blow a gasket at me. I'm just telling you 
what I saw, old man. The girl misbehaved in class today. 
She closed her legs so I had to punish her as an example. 
Well, I was going to put some meal clamps on her lips and 
I noticed she has two or three long black nigger hairs 
right around her fuckhole."

Dr. Hill frowned and wiped his thin lips with his napkin. 
"Hmmm...can't have that. Can't have nigger hair around a 
girl's cunthole. "

Fritz was deeply embarrassed. "I'll beat the little brown 
fucker within an inch of her life...."

"Don't go too easy on her. The nigger is an ungrateful 
little wench. There she sat in front of the class...her 
legs up and spread...the clamps on her cuntlips on full 
display and did she lose the arrogant defiant look on her 
monkey face? No, sir she did not."

Dr. Hill grunted. "Well, let's put her up for a titty 
beating tonight at dinner. How's the little 
spearchucker's rack?"

"She's got huge titties, Dr. The kind you like to work 
over..."

Dr. Hill smiled and pursed his lips. "How did I miss this 
girl? She's 17, you say? What's her name?"

"Ramey.... Deidra Ramey...cute for a nigger. And really 
stacked for her age. She was convicted of robbery."

Dr. Hill had the smile of a little boy on his sixty-year-
old face. "I think I'll have her black melons this 
evening. "

As the girls assigned to table duty cleared our plates 
and were tit and crotch fondled by the teachers, I looked 
out across the room. Never in my life had I seen so much 
beautiful flesh. Girls without families...girls nobody 
wanted. And I was the new school counselor. It was my job 
to help these fresh young pieces of fuck-meat through the 
difficult teen years. 

I'd help them all right. Help them to perversions they 
never believed existed. Stretch their minds and their 
assholes...turn their soft teenage girl mouths into 
toilets. Turn these healthy young all-American girls into 
groveling snorting sliming fuck pigs. And there wasn't a 
fucking thing they could do about it.


Chapter Three: Cleaning Time


It turns out that my charges wouldn't be arriving for a 
few days. I was to get the first of a fresh bunch of 
virgin assed teenagers. Even though my dorm like all the 
others held eight girls, I would start out with only 
four. I guess the school wanted to get me used to the 
strenuous routine of girl abuse.

To wander the halls of the education building was a 
delight. I peeked into classrooms to see the kinds of 
things the girls were learning. Remember these were tough 
girls who were in this facility for crimes like murder. 
Most of the regular classes were held in the morning and 
the afternoons were saved for physical exercise, work 
programs and punishment details, but a few special 
classes were in session.

Mr. Chang, a small Oriental man was conducting a special 
class in behavior modification where tough street-wise 
girls were taught to prance around in high heels and act 
like proper young ladies. She currently had ten girls of 
fifteen and sixteen dressed in pink panties and bras, 
wearing high heels, going up and down stairs over and 
over until they did so like pretty young girls, swaying 
their hips and moving their young asses just right. 

I could see it was terribly humiliating for the poor 
girls. In another room the school choir was rehearsing a 
program they would perform at private parties for wealthy 
perverts. The ten girl choir rehearsed and performed 
completely naked of course, all those darling teenage 
chicks on display. This was a swing choir, so while they 
sang, they danced and moved and their cute bodies 
undulated to the music. 

The choir conductor was quite creative and when they 
sang...."Do you Believe in Life after Love...." All the 
girls had large dildos and masturbated in time to their 
singing. The girls jerked and pumped quite hard during 
the number. I loved watching their hips slam forward and 
their hands roughly shove their toys inside.

A group of cadets stood off to the side and jerked off 
while wearing rubbers. I thought this quite queer until 
the end of the song. None of the staff was allowed to 
cum, and at the end of the song, they rolled the rubbers 
off their swollen drooling dicks. 

I knew then that lots of precum filled those dick 
sheaths. The next bit was really cute. They handed the 
slopped up rubbers to the girls and then when each girl 
held a rubber they were forced to put it in their mouths, 
pulling it over their tongues...and then sang the song 
"The Taste of Honey" with the pre-fucked condom on their 
tongues. 

The girls looked miserable which helped the festive 
quality of the concert. It was so entertaining that I 
wanted to stay and watch all afternoon, but I knew I 
really should continue my explorative tour. As I left the 
girls were finger-fucking their own young tight asses 
while they sang, and the prop girl for the choir was 
setting up ten nine-inch dildos for the next number.

In the weight room several of the teachers/coaches were 
working with the girls' physical development. Five girls 
from fifteen to eighteen were being made to crawl from 
one end of the room to the other dragging really heavy 
weights behind them. The weights of course were attached 
to their tits. 

From the wails of pain I heard, I would guess that the 
weights were putting quite a strain on those teenage fun-
bags. Other teens with dildos up their asses were doing 
push ups...sobbing and begging for mercy while they 
pumped. It was then I guess that I realized that at this 
particular correctional institution, the torture and 
abuse of the girls was nonstop, without let up. It was 
thrilling to think that these girls were worked over 
until they were totally broken. They were humiliated and 
degraded in every possible way. They were turned from 
girls into animals.

It was on my way to the gym that I ran into Kelly 
Collins. She was sitting on the floor in the hallway 
writing a report of some kind. The girls were not given 
tables at which to study. They merely sat on the floor. 
Kelly was writing frantically.

"What's up, Kelly?" I asked in a really friendly way.

"Sir!" she said barely glancing up.

"What are you writing so industriously?"

"I'm trying to finish a paper for English class. This 
morning when I had to get your bags, I missed class, and 
so if I don't want a really bad punishment, I have to get 
this paper in today." The cute 16 year old in her cloth 
and Doc Martens was so deliciously edible that I decided 
to change my plans for the afternoon.

"What's the paper about, Kelly?"

She seemed a bit annoyed that I was disturbing her. This 
English teacher must really hold the girl under an iron 
fist. "I have to write another scene for Romeo and Juliet 
in which Romeo fucks Juliet and she gives a long speech 
about his beautiful cock. It has to be in Shakespeare 
language."

"Well, I'm sorry Kelly, but I have a slight change in 
plans. I have other things to do tomorrow evening, so I 
have to move up your punishment session to... one hour 
from now."

The girl's darling face froze in an look of incredulity. 
"But... but... my paper...." she stammered.

"In my room...in one hour." I could hardly contain my 
laughter as I walked away from the confused, frantic 
girl. In my room I set up some equipment that I had 
brought along in one of my bags. It took about thirty 
minutes. I relaxed with a warm shower during which my 
dick wouldn't not stay down. The events of my first day 
at the school were getting to me.

There I stood in the shower thinking of the past. I 
hardly heard the knock on my door, the little bitch was 
so shy and frail. I wrapped a towel around my waist and 
let her in.

"Well, Kelly, did you finish your paper?"

"No, sir....." she sniffed looking about to cry. "Well, 
that's too bad, isn't it? Well, maybe if you are a good 
girl and we get this punishment out of the way, you can 
get back to it, okay?"

That seemed to give the bare assed little doe some hope. 
While I spoke to her, I ran my hand down her milky soft 
smooth back and cupped her little ass cheek. It fit 
perfectly into my hand. I led her over to the dining room 
table. 

"You know, Kelly, I'm not like some of the teachers here 
at the school. It gives me no pleasure to hurt a girl," I 
lied. "But when a rule is broken or a girl fucks up, I 
have to do my job. I hope you don't hold this against me. 
I really want to be friends with you. Now just climb up 
here on the table... oh... take off your boots and 
clothes first please."

The slender 16 year old was shaking with fear. With the 
other faculty, she at least knew what to expect but with 
me a new teacher she had no idea at all what tortures 
awaited her. I ran a hand over her velvet soft smooth 
tummy and gently cupped her cute little tits. "Relax, 
Kelly. We will try to get this over with as quickly as 
possible. You do realize that you need to be punished, 
don't you?"

"Yes, sir. I guess so sir..." She spread her thin legs so 
I could get a finger up her asshole.

"You guess so? You're not sure..." I loosened up the anal 
ring a bit.

"Yes, sir. I'm sure. I fucked up, sir. I am a fuck up."

"That's right, Cuntmouth. That is your nickname, isn't 
it? That's right, Cuntmouth. You are a fuckup and fuck 
ups need to be punished. You have such a darling face, 
Kelly. So soft and beautiful. And such big blue eyes. And 
a natural cocksucker's mouth. The lips nice and full and 
so pouty. Have you been told you have a natural 
cocksucker's mouth before?"

"Yes, sir. Lots of times...by the teachers." I brought 
the hoses and ropes over to the table.

I began to tie the girl to the table with a rope across 
her chest right below her nice brown titties. "Yes, 
indeed, Kelly. You know we all are born with special 
talents. Sometimes it takes years and years to find our 
special talent. We get discouraged and think 'I'm no 
good. I can't do anything.' but that's not true. 
Everybody has a talent. Like some guys are natural 
athletes. I am a natural teacher and you Kelly are a 
natural cocksucker. Is that rope across your chest too 
tight? I don't want it to be too tight. "

"What are you going to do sir?" her thin frail young 
voice was filled with terror. I lifted her legs up and 
placed her ankles over her head and tied them down so she 
was bent over ass up, her own cunt hanging over her young 
face. "That kind of hurts, sir, bending me like this."

"Oh don't worry, you'll get used to it. You are a limber 
agile girl. We want that ass up nice and high. I put that 
towel under your shoulders so its more comfortable for 
you. Now as I was saying. You are a very lucky girl to 
discover your special natural talent at such a young age. 
Some girls don't discover their talents until college or 
after but here you are sixteen and you already know what 
your calling is in life. You are a cocksucker. Just 
relax. I'm going to shove this hose up your asshole. This 
is a special soap and warm water enema. Just relax and 
let it fill you. You've had enemas before, I'm sure."

"Now what was I saying? Oh yes... well, Kelly, at first 
you may wonder why your natural talent is as a cocksucker 
and not as a doctor or lawyer or racecar driver or movie 
star. It may seem a little disappointing that your talent 
involves sucking guys' big dirty dripping dicks but look 
at it this way - how can that scientist or doctor work 
properly if he has not been sexually satisfied? If he is 
all frustrated and uptight it could really hurt his work. 
So you perform a great service. Your job in life is to 
suck the dicks of guys so they can do better in their 
chosen professions. That's a very important job, Kelly, 
and you should be proud to be a cocksucker."

"So you see, it's a good thing the teachers here at 
Hartline are helping you to find your true calling in 
life. You owe them a big debt of gratitude. Can you feel 
your guts filling up with soap water? Good. And of course 
to be good at your natural talent you should suck as much 
cock as you can every single day. Now I know that sucking 
so much dick makes it impossible for you to have a normal 
sex life. Like you will never be able to date boys or 
fuck them. You can tell a cocksucker girl by the shape of 
her mouth eventually. Sucking all that dick kind of 
reshapes the teeth and lips."

"Anyway... if you ever feel bad that you won't be able to 
date and fuck boys, think of this. All men who have been 
great in their chosen professions have had to sacrifice 
lots of things to get there. Oh yes your tummy is staring 
to bloat a little...that is really cute. Is that 
uncomfortable? Just try to relax. What cute feet you 
have. I hadn't really noticed them before...cute little 
girl's feet. I love how you curl your toes when the 
cramps shoot through your stomach. Well that bag is 
finished...now for the next one."

"Oh, please sir...I can't take any more...I feel like I'm 
gonna burst...I can't take another one."

"Silly girl...silly little cunt...of course you can. 
Otherwise it wouldn't be a punishment, would it? It's 
meant to hurt. It's meant to give you such bad cramps you 
want to die."

While she groaned and the soap water filled her guts to 
bursting, I slid my thumbs between her lips and stretched 
her mouth open wide. "Such a pretty little face-cunt. 
Some men prefer face-cunt to cunt. There is a certain 
undeniable pleasure in slamming nine inches of greasy 
dripping dick into the soft young face of a 16-year-old 
girl. Feeling the slap of your balls against her chin as 
your cock reams out her throat. This is a wonderful cum-
dump hole...that pink tongue of yours is so long and 
versatile. You are as fine a specimen of cocksucker as I 
have ever encountered. Shit, girl...will you look at 
that...you look like you are pregnant!"

Indeed she did. Her soft pale tummy was bloated out 
obscenely causing a huge swollen pregnant sow look. She 
was screaming in pain around the fingers I still had in 
her mouth. She tried to throw her cute young head from 
side to side. I looked lovingly at the tension in her 
smooth legs and how her feet were curled up all 
white...so tight the blood was forced out of them. She 
was in extreme pain.

"Easy girl...this bag is almost finished." I removed my 
fingers from her mouth, wiped her spit off on her 
forehead, and then ran my hands across her torso, feeling 
the cold sweat. I placed my fingers at her asshole next 
to the hose filling her guts with soap water and then I 
gently slid one finger into her ass alongside the hose. 
She let out with the most pathetic high-pitched wail that 
I almost came in my pants.

I unhooked the second bag but shut off the tube so she 
could not expel any of the liquid up her ass. "I know you 
wanna shit real bad, honey. Just take it easy for a few 
more minutes." I brought over the rest of the equipment. 
The second hose had a nozzle head on it shaped a bit like 
a big dick. Its size was really so she couldn't spit it 
out of her mouth. I shoved the nozzle head into her face 
cunt and made sure it was really in her mouth good. Then 
I strapped it to her head so she couldn't get it out.

She gagged a bit and looked really freaked out now. Her 
big blues were rolling around like crazy. A tube about 
the size of a flashlight I put to her ass lips and 
snapping out the first hose, I quickly embedded the tube 
up her ass. It was only a little larger around than the 
dozens and dozens of dicks she'd had up there, so there 
was no problem. 

Of course she couldn't talk around the cock-tube in her 
mouth, but she was making the funniest wheezing and 
gurgling sounds and I had to slap her bloated pregnant 
pig tummy to shut her up. This had the opposite effect of 
sending her into some kind of pain filled spasms, and her 
slender naked body jerked around on the table like a 
puppet.

"This is going very well, Kelly, don't you think?" I 
attached the hose from her mouth to the hose containing 
the ass-tube. Then I released the flow clamps. Now at 
last the girl could shit out the soapy ass-water clogging 
her and bloating her tummy. The only thing was that the 
very same shit-slop would go through the tube and be 
deposited in her mouth. She'd be forced to keep 
swallowing her own shit-water, which would then once 
again fill her stomach. 

To add to the flow and the fun, I had another tube 
connected to the one recycling her shit-water. And taking 
off my towel, I took a healthy piss into this tube to add 
a bit more liquid and flow to the mix. I pressed on her 
stomach at times to keep the cycle continuous, and soon 
the girl was shitting and swallowing...over and over non 
stop...a gagging, burping, groaning sweating toilet to 
her own constant shit-flow. 

Once I was certain that the flow would continue until I 
gave the girl release, I went up to her darling strained 
pained face and jacked off...shooting my load of fuck-
snot up her nostrils...adding to her discomfort. She 
could only breath through her nose and now she breathed 
in fuck-scum. I thought she was going to suffocate or 
choke to death for a minute there but she was fine. I 
like to give girls experiences that will stay with them 
for life, experiences they will never ever forget. 

I left sixteen year old Kelly Collins tied to that table 
eating her own shit over and over for two hours while I 
prowled the halls of my new school in search of even more 
beauty to corrupt.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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anyway shape or form. 

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