The Devil's Advocate

Christian's
School of Humility

Chapter 25

I wake Christmas morning to the feel of Danielle gently inserting my plug. I seldom ever put my plug in before my morning enema. I have to admit though that it does feel good to have that void back there filled; even if I'm going to have to take it right back out in a few minutes. Danielle really knows what I like. She even took the time to warm it first. I purr and hug the pillow underneath me. I also arch my back and raise my ass a little higher so she has a better target.

As I start to wake up more I realize something is wrong. I'm not sure what it is at first. Then I notice my plug doesn't feel right. It is when I smell the Dean's cologne and manly scent that I realize what is going on.

I open my eyes and see one of the Dean's hands pressing into the bed to the left of me. I turn my head and see his other hand on the other side. I try to struggle out from under him but he just lifts his right hand and places it on my back.

"It's okay," I hear Danielle try to calm me. "Daddy will take good care of you."

Her voice is coming from somewhere behind me. My guess is that she is the one lining the Dean's dick up for entry. It is a little comforting to know I'm not alone with the Dean but it still takes me a moment to calm down.

"Good girl," I hear the Dean moan as I finally loosen my hole a little.

I let out a long moan as the Dean slowly sinks inside. I arch my back further to help him get into my cervix. I looked that word up by the way. I'm not sure I like calling that spot that but I guess it works as good as any other.

As the Dean goes balls deep I can hear a faint licking sound in the background. I'm guessing that Danielle is licking her father's nuts… or possibly something else back there. I try to push the thought out of my head. Her licking her father back there doesn't really gross me out but it does remind me that I will probably have to do the same to my father someday soon.

"Merry Christmas," the Dean says as he pulls almost all the way out and then slams back in.

That first hard thrust lets me know this is going to be a rough ride. I arch my back even further and try to keep my hole as loose as possible. The Dean senses my acceptance and starts stuffing my stocking with gusto. I have no choice but to lay there and grunt as he drills me over and over again. Surprisingly, the Dean only lasts for a couple minutes. I'm guessing that Danielle had something to do with that. I'm thankful.

The Dean pulls out and I feel Danielle's face pressed against my ass crack. My toes curl and I start purring when I feel her start to lick me clean. I know what she is doing is disgusting but man it feels good! I'm not completely spared though. The Dean sits next to me with his back against the head board. He then pulls my face into his lap so I can lick his dick clean. I'm happy to discover that I was still clean back there despite not having my morning enema yet.

The cleanup job ends up taking twice as long as the breeding itself. He is finally satisfied and tells me to go in the bathroom and do my morning 'cleanup duties'. To my surprise, he doesn't follow me. I do my morning enema and take a quick bath. When I come out I find they have the large screen TV on and are watching the video feed from the bathroom. I blush profusely. It's horribly embarrassing but not as bad as if they had watched it in person.

On the bright side, I don't think Danielle got to see much of it. Her face is in the Dean's lap and is licking and sucking on his large nuts. There is an empty spot to the right of him on the bed. He smiles at me and pats the spot. I blush and swallow hard.

The Dean laughs out loud when I grab my plug. He doesn't complain or look angry as I quickly insert it in hopes it might prevent him from fucking my hole again. I blush as I slowly crawl into the bed next to him. He nudges me down until my head is even with his groin. This is the exact same position Danielle is in except on the opposite side. Danielle has her upper legs wrapped around her daddy's left leg. I don't want to do it but I figure it is best I imitate her.

"Good girl," the Dean praises as I hug his right leg to me and wrap my legs around it.

My blush deepens as Danielle looks up at me and gives me a smile. She certainly seems to be enjoying this a lot more than I would be if it was my father here instead of hers. I have to wonder if she really enjoys it or if she is just putting on a show. I guess this might seem normal to her if the Dean actually raised her this way.

Danielle reaches out and runs her fingers through my still damp hair. She then gently pulls me toward her. She lifts her head and our lips make contact just inches away from the Dean's hard cock. She breaks the kiss and then moves her rosy lips to the side of the Dean's dick. She then starts giving it little kisses. I reluctantly bring my lips to the other side and do the same. We go from kisses to long licks. Before I know it the Dean's dick is glistening with our spit and his precum.

Danielle and I bump heads a few times but it isn't long before we are working smoothly as a team. We take turns sucking on the head of the Dean's dick. While one of us is doing that the other is licking up and down his shaft and occasionally sucking on his balls. The whole ordeal is extremely embarrassing for me. However, Danielle notices my discomfort and gives me a deep kiss from time to time to let me know everything is going to be okay.

For a while the Dean just moans and groans and tells us how we are such good sissies. However, out of the blue he starts talking about the mentor program. I find it hard to listen to him and stay in sync with Danielle at the same time. I'm guessing this is his way of seeing if I can multitask.

This is the first time I've officially be told about the mentor program. Thankfully, I already know most of the information or at least had a good guess. I did learn a few new bits of information. For example, there was a set minimum number of hours you have to spend with your mentor each year; three hundred to be exact. That seems like an awful lot. After I do some quick math in my head I realize that is only about two weeks. Granted, I doubt nighttime counts if you stay all night with them. I doubt travel and prep time counts either. Hmm, that could bring it down to maybe only three or four hours per visit. Ouch, that could be 100 visits. Okay, maybe that is a lot of hours. No wonder I seldom seen my sisters around the house on the weekends.

On a very bright note, not every visit involves sex. According to the Dean, the higher your grade point average the less the mentors are allowed to make you do sexual stuff. However, if your GPA gets too low the sexual activities not only increase but become even more perverse. Yeah, I'm definitely going to be spending every waking moment studying for my classes.

The Dean finishes his lecture by announcing the names of those I can select from. The list is exactly who I had guessed: the Dean, dad, Victor and the doctor. What catches me off guard is that I have to make my decision Monday morning… as in tomorrow! I thought for sure I would have several more weeks to think about it.

I'm still thinking about all of this when the Dean announces that he's cumming. My eyes get big and I look at Danielle to find out what I'm supposed to do. She is massaging his dick with one hand and licking around the head of his cock with the other. I don't have time to think about it and just follow suit. I put my hand on his dick but before I can get my lips in place I see a large fountain of cum fire at least two feet straight up and then splash back down on Danielle's face. It's disgusting but I have to admit that Danielle's face looks perversely sexy covered in sperm like that. I bring my lips to his dick just in time for the next fountain of sperm to shoot up and splash down on both of us. This is followed by a third and fourth much smaller fountain that mainly just lands on our lips and nose.

Danielle waits a few seconds and then starts eagerly licking up the mess. I'm tempted to let her do all the work but decide it is only fair that I do my share. Having two sissies suck him off at the same time must have really turned the Dean on because there seems to be a lot more cum than the last time I seen him climax. The amazing thing is that he just climaxed less than an hour ago.

That said, his cum does seem a little thinner than normal. It is still a little viscous though. It sticks to the inside of my mouth and throat. I'm pretty used to the feeling and manage to keep from gagging.

We lick the Dean's dick clean and then our fingers and hands. Danielle and I look each other in the eye for a moment and then lean in and start licking each other's face like a couple of kittens. We share the last of the Dean's cum in a long French kiss. The kiss is Danielle's idea, not mine. I'm not so hot on the idea of tainting our kiss like this. It would be a little different if it was mine or Danielle's cum. However, with it being the Dean's cum it feels like the kiss is more for him than us.

I get mixed feelings when the Dean climbs out of bed and starts getting dressed. I'm happy to see him go but this also means Danielle is leaving also. I won't see her again until next Saturday. I start to get sad and lonely just thinking about it.

I feel like hugging her forever but she has to hurry and get ready. I'm sure she will get into trouble if the Dean has to wait on her. I gather her clothes up as she rushes into the bathroom to clean her teeth and mouth with my tooth brush. When she comes out I help her dress as quick as possible. The Dean finishes first but not by much. Before leaving though he hands me his present from under the tree.

My hands are shaking a little as I take it from him. The box is only about two inches [5 cm] tall and four inches [10 cm] square. A lot of nasty stuff could fit in there though. I've been dreading this moment all week long.

I take a deep breath and slowly unwrap it. I'm a little confused when I finally look inside. It's just a thin leather band. It is maybe a half inch wide and 10" [25 cm] long. I swallow hard when I pull it out and see the DB initials written on it. I've seen one of these before; many times in fact. Amber, my youngest sister, often wears one of these. I never thought much about it until I started my job as janitor and noticed two or three other girls wearing the same thing. Danielle, in fact, was one of those girls.

I asked my sister about it one day and my other two sisters cut in and joked that it stood for 'Dean's Bitch'. I never got a clear answer on what the initials stood for but I assumed they meant Amber and Danielle were on some kind of special school Dean's list. Amber and Danielle are wicked smart so it made sense at the time. However, if I'm getting one of them then that can't be what it is for.

"That is what you will wear if you choose me as your mentor," the Dean informs me.

I guess DB stands for 'Dean's Bitch' after all. My jaw drops open when I realize what this means. The Dean is Amber's mentor! This really shocks me. Why did she choose him? There had to be better men for her to choose from. She must have known how bad the guy is. Did she like the size of his dick or something? Amber always acts so innocent but I can't help but think maybe she is a little kinkier than she lets on. I suddenly realize that if I choose the Dean also then everyone will probably think the same thing about me. I'm not sure I want to start out a new school with that kind of reputation.

"Thank you, sir," I say a little less than convincing.

The Dean stares at me for a moment as though he is debating something in his head. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small tool. I get scared when he comes at me with it. He has me turn around and then I feel him messing with my shock collar. A minute later he has the collar off me. I've worn the thing since my first day here and my neck enjoys its new freedom.

The Dean just turns and leaves without explaining why he took it off. Heck, he doesn't even say goodbye. However, Danielle rushes over and gives me a big hug and kiss; she then hurries away in order to catch up to her father.

I enjoy having the shock collar off. However, it would be nice to know why he took it off. Did I pass some kind of test or graduate to the next level in my training? Or, did he just take it off for the night so I could put his DB collar on if I choose too?

I think about this for a while. I come to the conclusion that the Dean didn't say anything about the shock collar because he wants to keep his options open. My guess is that if I refuse to put his DB collar on and accept him as my mentor then he will probably put the shock collar back on me. This is hardly a huge bonus for having him as my mentor. I didn't even get out of my door during my escape attempt. Plus, I'm pretty sure the plastic would have worked to suppress the shocks. So, it isn't like the collar was helping to hold me back or anything.

That said, it is still a nice gesture. I know the Dean wants to be my mentor but this is the first time he has really come close to communicating that desire. In fact, up until now everything he has done seems to be to push me away, not pull me closer.

I think about the Dean for a bit more and then decide to get on with my day. I do my morning exercises, take another bath and then grab my books and try to study. I don't get much studying done. I keep looking over at the leather collar and thinking about the mentor program. In the past few weeks the only decision I've really had to make is to obey or not obey. Yet now I am facing one of the biggest decisions of my life. I have less than 24 hours to make a decision that will drastically affect me. The worst part is that I know my life will be a living hell for the next few years regardless of who I choose. Yet, I know one of my choices has got to be better than all the others.

About the only thing I can decide for sure is that the doctor is the worst choice. I'm thinking about him when the doctor suddenly walks into my room. Speak of the Devil and he doth appear. I get one of those spooky feelings like he heard me thinking about him or something. Mainly I just get scared of what he plans to do to me.

My long yellow dress makes me feel a little more secure than normal but I still put my back against the headboard and bring my knees up to my chest and hug them tight. The maneuver is just instinct. The logical part of my brain knows that all it will take is a simple verbal command from him to get me to expose myself to whatever tortures he has planned. I don't have to wait long for him to give the command either.

"Strip," he orders as he puts his medical bag on the bed.

I hesitate a moment but the doctor seems too busy digging in his bag to notice. I keep a close eye on the doctor as I crawl out of bed and start undressing. It only takes me about a half minute to get the dress off. It comes off a lot easier now that I don't have to worry about the shock collar snagging it. I fold it neatly and put it on my nightstand. As I do I see the Dean's collar again. For a moment I debate putting it on. If the doctor thinks I've selected the Dean as my mentor then maybe he might leave me alone. Then again, he might treat me even worse. I not only decide not to put the collar on but even make sure my dress is covering it just in case.

The doctor is going to want me back in the bed but I remain standing anyway. I know I don't have the balls to defy the doctor. I will submit to his orders no matter what he pulls out of his bag. However, at least this way I might see it coming.

He snaps on some latex gloves and then pulls out a tiny metal platter. He puts a small white cloth on it. I have a pretty good idea what is coming out of the bag next. Sure enough, he brings out a bottle of medicine and a syringe. I'm relieved when he closes the bag without bringing anything else out. I'm not happy about the needle but it could have been worse. He could have also brought out a catheter or some other torture device.

"Grab my present," the doctor orders.

Fuck! I forgot about the present.

I keep a close eye on the doctor as I walk past him toward the tree. I especially watch his hands to make sure he doesn't reach out for the syringe. I would not put it past him to grab it and poke me in the ass or something as I pass by. Thankfully, he doesn't.

I grab his present from under the tree and bring it back to the bed. He motions for me to open it. I'm so scared that I feel physically ill as I slowly unwrap the package. The box is about a 1 foot cube. I feel like I'm opening a Hellraiser Puzzle Box. Who knows what torture lies inside?

I feel like crying when I remove the lid. I don't even know what I'm looking at, yet I can tell it's used for torture. As I get a closer look I see there are actually two items inside. The largest item is some kind of big white plastic gun. Actually, it is shaped more like a small hair dryer, but 'gun' is the first thing that pops into my head. I swallow hard when I read the text on the side of it: 'Laser Hair Removal System'.

"That is for your arms and legs," he informs me as I pull the item out of the box. "We will still use the other system for your face and underarms."

"Thank you, sir," I manage to say.

I'm not too sure if I should be happy for this gift or not. 'Laser' sounds painful. It also sounds like it would remove the hair permanently or at least for a long time. I try to convince myself that it is better than having to shave my legs every few days. My arguments aren't very convincing. At least with shaving I can always stop and my legs will look manly again within a matter a few weeks.

I really feel like crying when it dawns on me what he said about my underarms and face. According to him and the Dean, the other system definitely removes hair permanently. They already told me they were going to use it on my underarms. However, this is the first I remember them saying they planned to use it on my face. I hadn't even really thought about my facial hair. It's not like I've really got any hair there yet.

A part of me wants to ask the doctor when they plan to do my facial hair. Will they at least wait until I've had the chance to shave like a normal boy? I was looking forward to shaving just like dad does. It is kind of a rite of passage to adulthood. I don't ask. I'm already pretty sure what the answer will be. Shaving is not just a rite of passage to adulthood; it is also one of manhood. They aren't going to allow me to experience that. My guess is that the doctor will give me weekly treatments in order to permanently remove the hairs as they come in.

"It's a CB9000," the doctor says as I reach in the box and remove the second item. "The tube is hollow so you can pee without taking it off."

To me the item just looks like a chunk of metal. There are a couple of round metal rings on one end and a quarter inch thick curved bar going away from them a few inches. There is another quarter inch metal bar attached to the end. This second one is hollow though and angles straight back toward the metal rings. The metal tube ends right at the center of the first metal ring. I study it for a few seconds trying to figure out exactly what it is. I start to worry when I think about how one would pee through that tube.

The doctor takes the metal device from me and pushes the empty box to the floor. I take a step back when he pats a spot on the bed not far from him. I hold my ground for several seconds before he starts to look angry. I reluctantly give in and crawl up on the bed.

"Good girl," the doctor says as he grabs my cock cage screwdriver.

I try to be strong but my whole body is shaking in fear by the time he gets my cage undone. Despite this, my cock begins to harden the second the cage comes off.

"Ah!" the doctor chastises me as he gives the end of my cock a hard pinch and grabs the syringe. "You better get soft in the next 30 seconds or I'm going to have to use this on you."

I look at the syringe in fear. The voice in my head is screaming at my cock to go soft but it refuses to listen. In fact, the sight of the needle only makes it get harder for some reason.

"Such a naughty girl," the doctor says as he shakes his head back and forth a few times in disappointment.

"No! I'll be a good girl!" I beg as he pushes the end of the syringe into the medicine bottle and pulls the plunger back.

The doctor finishes filling the syringe and then pulls it from the bottle. He looks me in the eye and then down at my cock. I hear him tapping his foot as he gives me a second chance to obey. I try my best but my cock is rock hard and it isn't about to listen to me. The doctor waits almost a full minute before he shakes his head in disappointment again. He then leans down and lines up the needle.

"Owie! Owie!" I yell as I feel the needle sink into my taint.

A second later I feel a burning sensation as the doctor slowly injects the medicine. The burning only lasts a moment before everything down there starts to go numb. My proud cock goes from fully erect to completely soft in a matter of seconds.

The doctor removes the back metal ring from the device. It opens up to become two half circles. He brings it to the base of my cock and attaches it around my ball sack, on the inner side of my ball weight. The second he does this I realize how the rest of the device is going to be attached. My cock is going to be fed through the other metal ring and the hollow metal tube is going to go inside my dick! My hands instinctively go out to hold the doctor away from my private area. I grab hold of his wrists for a split second but then let go. I know I will get in a lot of trouble if I try to hold him back.

My analysis of the device is spot on. The metal ring slides over my dick and the tube goes deep inside. He then uses a key to lock the two metal rings together. Just like my cock cage, this evil thing is held in place by my balls and isn't going anywhere. I swallow hard as he drops the key into his pocket.

The only good thing right now is that my dick is pretty numb and I can't feel the metal tube deep in my piss hole. I guess another good thing is that the tube only goes about 3 inches [7½ cm] inside. That is a lot shorter distance than the doctor normally sticks things in there.

"See, that wasn't so bad," the doctor says as he moves the metal tray and my old cock cage to a nearby shelf.

I back up to the head of the bed again when I see him pick his medical back up once more. He doesn't bring out any more syringes but he brings out something almost as bad. It is the device he used to permanently remove all my pubic hair.

The doctor spends the next two hours removing my underarm hair. He also finds a few new hairs on my groin. He checks my face closely but thankfully doesn't find any hairs worthy of zapping. Having the underarm hairs removed is just as humiliating and depressing as when he did my groin. Okay, maybe not quite as humiliating.

The only thing that keeps me from crying is the knowledge that not all of my pubic and underarm hair has grown in yet. In a few years those areas might actually look close to normal again. That of course will never happen if they keep giving me treatments. In a year or two they will have removed so many hairs that those areas will be bald for the rest of my life.

My only hope is to escape. However, the more I think about it the more escape is starting to seem unlikely. I keep telling myself I will run away the second they let me out of here. However, deep down I know it isn't as easy as that. They are extremely powerful with tons of resources and I would basically be homeless with zero money. I would be lucky if I could feed myself let alone dodge them at the same time.

Could I pull it off? I don't know, maybe. It would be a horrible life though. Would staying here really be that bad? I mean, if I played along and did well in my classes then life would be okay I think. I would have a roof over my head, food to eat and possibly even a promising career. Still, all of that comes with a pretty hefty price. The humiliation during the next few years would be pretty extreme. All of my options suck. It all seems so hopeless.

I think about all of this for at least 20 minutes after the doctor leaves. My thoughts keep getting interrupted though by this CB9000 or whatever he called it. The fucking thing is a cock cage by the way. I discovered this about 30 minutes after he put it on me. It was right about then that the drugs started wearing off and my cock came back to life. Each time my cock starts to get hard the tip presses against the intersection at the end of my tube. This is very uncomfortable. The worst part is that unlike my other cage I can pretty much touch every part of my dick with this one. I'm not supposed to touch my cock but that doesn't mean there aren't plenty of opportunities for me to do so without the camera seeing. Each time I touch it though I start to get hard and the discomfort quickly increases. I can't believe how much more frustrating this cage is to my other one.

My fear is that they might plan to keep me in this one from now on; or at least until my cock is properly trained. The doctor even took my old one with him when he left. You never know with the doctor though. He could just be fucking with my head. He might be planning to come back in the morning and switch it back out. I try not to think about it but it is hard not to.

I'm actually happy when noon arrives and it is time for me to do my exercises. The exercises aren't fun but they will take your mind off things for a bit. It works also. For about 20 minutes I think about nothing but exercising. It's very nice.

As I run a bath I decide it is time to go pee. I've been putting this off for over an hour now. However, I just can't wait any longer. I sit on the toilet and grab my legs tight in preparation for the pain. However, when I release the stream I discover there isn't any pain. It feels a little weird but there is no pain. Maybe this cage is going to be tolerable after all.

I really have to concentrate once I get in the bath. The warm water feels so good on my cock. Plus, it is heating the metal up a little which makes the inside of my dick feel kind of nice. Every time I let my mind wonder I start thinking about sex. This in turn makes my dick start to get hard. And that of course becomes painful.

I do okay until it comes time to wash myself down there. I lift my hips up so my dick and balls sick out of the water. I soap them up and give them a quick scrub. The whole time I'm thinking about dead puppies in order to stay soft. I guess those are some good looking puppies because it doesn't work. First there is pain at the tip. A moment later, however, I feel a burning pain deep inside. For a moment I fear I might have damaged something in there. However, it dawns on me that soapy water has run down the inside of my tube. Fuck, how could I be so stupid!

"Owie! Owie!" I groan for over a minute as I do my best to wash it out with clean water.

I think I got it all out but it is still sore inside there. After I settle down I realize I gave a bit of a show for the camera. I pray the doctor doesn't see the footage. If he does he will probably want to stick a tube up my dick and fill me with medicine again. Maybe I will get lucky and he will decide to amputate it instead. Okay, I don't really want that to happen. However, I can't imagine it being more painful than the medicine.

I let out a short girlish scream when I exit the bathroom and find Victor standing in my room. Everyone knocked on my door this week and very few actually entered. It is going to take me a couple days to get used to people just coming in again unannounced.

Thinking about this prior week makes me blush. I try to be a man and look Victor in the eye but that only lasts a few seconds. He showed up at my door hole many times this week. I sucked him off and swallowed his cum every time. If that isn't bad enough, he often spit in my mouth afterward. He also made sure each time that I was aware it was him. Not that I couldn't tell anyway by the taste, smell, color and shape of his dick. Looking him in the eye now just brings all that humiliation rushing back to me.

"Are you hungry?" he asks as he goes to a cupboard and pulls out my food and water dishes.

"No, Uncle Victor," I whisper.

I'm hungry but don't want to eat in front of him. He doesn't listen anyway. He fills my bowls and put them on the floor. I blush and then get down on my hands and knees and start feeding.

Feeding in front of Victor is pretty embarrassing. However, it seems to pale in comparison to all the times I sucked his dick these past several days.

Victor watches for a couple minutes and then walks over to my tree. I hear him grabbing a package but I don't have to look in order to know which one. I've studied all the packages pretty closely. His box is about 3 inches [7½ cm] tall, 2 feet [60 cm] wide and about 3 feet [90 cm] long. It is of medium weight and didn't make any noise or move around when I shook it. I suspect it is clothing.

Victor puts the present on the bed. I freeze mid chew when I hear his pants zipper being undone. I hear the clinking of his belt buckle and then his pants drop down to his feet next to me. I swallow my mouth full of dog food as he kicks out of his pants and starts working on his shirt.

Normally I wolf down my dog food; no pun intended. I slow down considerably when I realize Victor is getting naked. I know it seems silly to delay like this but five or ten extra minutes of peace is five or ten extra minutes. Unfortunately, Victor doesn't want to wait that long. He tosses his shirt on the floor, pulls down his underwear and then reaches down and grabs his pants. I start shivering in fear when I hear his belt slide from his pants.

"Ah!" I scream when my back sudden catches fire.

"I would hurry and finish if I was you," he says and then swings the belt again.

"Ah!"

This time the belt hits me from behind and goes right into the crack of my ass. I have my plug in but the end of the belt wraps around it and hits my weighted nuts. The pain is extreme and for a second I think I'm going to be sick. I hunch over for several seconds as I try to get control of my body. I barely get control again when I hear the belt whistling toward me again.

"Ah!"

This time it hits at an angle across both ass cheeks. My instinct is to run away or at least curl up in a ball. Somehow I manage to find the strength to hold my ground. I rush my head to the feed bowl and lick up as much as I can.

"Mahhh!" I scream around the dog food as the belt lands on my back once more.

I pray for Ray to come to my rescue like he did with Edward. I doubt he will though. Edward is just a rich spoiled kid. However, Victor is actual faculty here. I think Victor would have to get me near death before Ray would dare interfere. Ray may be rich but this job obviously means more than money to him. He isn't going to risk losing his job. Thankfully, Victor only hits me two more times before he stops.

I'm eating the dog food so fast that I barely take time to chew it. I choke several times as I try to swallow a few pieces that are still a tad too big.

"So, what did we just learn?" Victor calmly asks as I finish the last of the food and take a few sips of water.

"To eat faster, sir?" I ask more than tell.

"Yes, that," Victor says as he tries to restrain a chuckle. "However, the main lesson here is that you don't ever try to play me. Not ever. If you know I want you to hurry and finish something then you fucking hurry! You don't take your sweet ass time! I'm in charge here, not you."

"Sorry, sir," I whisper as I stare up at him with tears in my eyes.

I want to point out to him that he never told me to hurry. However, deep down I know he is right. He may not have said anything but I could tell he was anxious to begin. I should have behaved accordingly.

"It's okay, sugar," Victor says as he motions for me to stand.

When I stand he holds his arms out to me and I go into them. He gives me a long hug. I like this Victor much better than the one that was here just a few seconds ago. The hug starts out as a comforting one. However, his right hand slowly slides down my back and rests on ass. The welts on my back and ass are still burning a little but his touch is very gentle.

"Mmmm," I moan as he gives my plug some gentle little tugs.

"Ugh!" I grunt when he finally pulls it out.

I instinctively reach behind me for it so I can bring it to my mouth. He keeps it out of reach though and lays it on the nightstand.

"Mmmm," I moan again as a couple of his fingers slide up my hole.

Victor strokes my clit and it feels so good. It feels too good.

"Oh!" I wince in discomfort as the head of my dick runs into the road block at the end of the tube.

For a second I instinctively try to pull away from Victor's magic fingers. Luckily, I remember my recent lesson and settle down. I still dance around a little though as my dick tries harder and harder to escape. It isn't until this very moment that I fully realize how horrible this new cock cage is. My old cage prevented me from getting hard. This new one makes me do that job. Well, the cage won't actually let me get fully hard. However, if I let myself get just semi hard it starts to get very uncomfortable.

"A good girl keeps her clit soft unless told otherwise," Victor says when he notices my discomfort.

I guess my dick is now considered a 'clit' also. It is embarrassing having it referred to it as a clit but at least it makes a little more sense than calling my prostrate a clit. Sure, my ass clit feels good when it is stroked but its… well, deep inside my asshole.

It is humiliating to know that I have no choice but to learn to do exactly as Victor says. Life will be very uncomfortable if I don't learn to better control my dick. I just pray that it is even possible. I'm 13 years old after all. My dick usually gets hard at the drop of a hat. I often don't even have to be thinking about sex for it to get hard… it just gets hard on its own.

I try every mental trick I can but my dick just keeps pressing hard against the end of the tube. Thankfully, Victor finally has mercy and takes his fingers out of my hole. I slowly back away in hopes that the extra distance will deter him from putting the fingers back inside. I get about two feet away when he points his fingers out toward my face. I blush when I realize he wants me to lick them clean.

I look at the fingers in disgust for a few seconds. They look clean but I know where they have been. I feel my face burning as I lean in and take the fingers into my mouth. I blush further when I see the smile on Victor's face. I try my best to look happy about the task. I highly doubt I convinced Victor. I have to try though. If they think I hate it too much then they will probably dedicate several training sessions to it. However, instead of fingers I would probably end up rimming half of the teachers in the school. This is probably the most disgusting thing I could possibly imagine, yet I feel my dick press hard against the end of the tube. This should give you a good idea of how little control I have over my dick.

Victor keeps his fingers in my mouth long after they are clean. I keep licking and sucking on them until he finally pulls them away. I try once more to look Victor in the eye like a man. I last only three seconds before I look down in embarrassment. It was stupid of me to even try. My eyes were headed toward the floor but I stop when Victor's large brown dick comes into view. I stand there staring at it, not even aware I'm doing it. Victor makes a comment about it and I blush and look down at my feet.

"Let's open your present," Victor says after a long uncomfortable silence.

Victor slides the box to the edge of the bed. I reluctantly move forward and begin to open it. At first glance the item inside appears to be a lovely short dress. I begin to get excited since the dress is black and I know it will go good with my hair. However, as I unfold it I discover it is a maid's outfit. It isn't the type of maid's outfit that one would actually wear to work. It is more like one someone might wear to a Halloween costume party or something. First off, it is way too short. It also has lots of white ruffles and stuff on it.

"Thank you, sir," I say after a moment.

I try to sound sincere but I know I fall far short of succeeding.

"Put it on," Victor says with a smile.

It takes me a second to figure out how to put the one-piece dress on. I put my yellow dress on by sliding it over my head. This one has too many ruffles at the bottom of it. It has a very large opening at the top though so I decide to step into it instead. The dress has a lot of elastic in it and it takes a little maneuvering to slide it on. The top of the dress comes up to just below my arm pits. There aren't even any shoulder straps. It feels kind of weird without anything going over my shoulders. However, the elastic at the top is tight enough to keep it from falling down. I suspect though that this outfit was designed more for someone with boobies. Boobies would help a lot in keeping the dress from sliding down every time I move around in it.

The bottom of the dress feels just as weird as the top. There are lots of white lace-like ruffles and they cause the bottom of the dress to extend way out away from my body. It looks and feels odd to me like I'm being exposed or something down there. I glance at the front and back and decide that my lower parts are probably hid pretty well as long as I don't climb any ladders or bend over.

As I look down at myself I have to admit that the outfit is kind of cute. It is mostly black but in addition to the white ruffles at the bottom there is also a white trim at the very top. It also has a dainty white silk apron of sorts held up by a white elastic belt. I inspect the belt and find it is actually sewn to the dress itself. It is clear this apron is more decorative than functional. The dress looks extra cute thanks to a large white bow sewn at the top of the dress between by boobies; or at least where my boobies would be if I had any.

I look back in the box and find a few more items. The first is a white feather duster with a long black handle. There is also a black maid's headband/hat with white trim. What really gets me excited though are a couple thigh high fishnet stockings and a garter belt. I go for these two items first. My sisters have garter belts and stockings similar to these that I might have gotten a good view of while 'accidently' looking through their panty drawers. Hey, I'm a curious kid… give me a break. It's not like I ever tried putting them on or anything like that.

That said, I'm pretty excited about trying them on now. I can already tell that I will look sexy and all grown up with these on. It takes me a bit of time to get the stockings on. I'm used to just grabbing the tops of my socks and pulling them on. You definitely can't do that with these. These stockings are super delicate and I have to roll them up my legs very gently to ensure I don't rip them. It is worth the effort though. My legs look super sexy with these stockings on. I can't wait to show them off to Danielle.

The garter belt turns out to be a ton harder to put on than I expected. The belt fastens around my waist via four tiny hooks. The problem is that it doesn't feel right with the hooks fastened in the front. However, when I turn it around it becomes almost impossible to hook them behind me. I start to get very frustrated. Not only is it hard to reach back there but I'm having to hold my dress up at the same time. It becomes clear that I was supposed to put the garter belt on before the dress. I don't feel like starting all over so I keep working at the clasps. It takes me over a minute to realize that all I have to do is clasp the damn thing in the front and then turn it until the clasps are in the back. I feel stupid for not thinking of it right away. Once this is done it only takes another minute to figure out how the elastic bands attach to the stockings.

All of the effort is worth it. The stockings look even sexier with the garter belt attached. Wearing the garter belt also makes me feel grown up. It makes me feel more like a young lady instead of just a little girl.

I have to go to my mirror in order to put the maid hat/headband on. I've never worn a headband like this before and it takes me a moment to find the best way to position it. Wearing it feels a little odd but it does look pretty cute. The really cool part is that it helps hold my hair back away from my ears so you can see my earrings better.

I decide to slip my school shoes on. They don't look great with this dress but they will help protect the delicate stockings from the floor.

My body jerks when Victor pushes the now empty box to the floor along with the wrapping. I was so excited about my new outfit that I had almost forgotten Victor was here. I shiver in fear for a moment thinking that Victor might be mad at me for ignoring him. The smile on his face tells me he is far from being angry.

"Clean your room up for me, sugar," Victor orders.

This order confuses me. It is not that often I get an order that I actually want to perform. All of the clothes and stuff scattered on the floor was really starting to bother me. Plus, if I'm cleaning up my room then that means I'm not playing with Victor. I'm not stupid. I know Victor will have his way with me before he leaves. However, the longer I delay that the better. There is also that one in a million chance that something might happen to cut his visit short.

"Lick this clean first," Victor says as he grabs hold of his dick.

I knew it was too good to be true. I try not to look too disappointed as I lean over and start licking all the precum off his dick. I'm a bit surprised at how much precum there is. There is a stream of it running down the length of his cock and across his balls. I lick and suck it all up. The task is embarrassing but not that disgusting really. Precum is a little viscous but doesn't have any real taste to it.

"Uh," I grunt in discomfort as my cock tries to get hard.

"It sounds like our little girl is enjoying herself," Victor says with a chuckle.

There is no point in trying to argue with him. He will probably just punish me if I try. Besides, I'm not too sure what I would say. It is hard to argue that you don't enjoy something when your cock is struggling to get hard. Not that I'm saying I enjoy licking Victor's cock… because I don't. However, my cock clearly disagrees. I can only guess that it is the thought of where Victor's cock will probably end up that is making me hard.

"Clean the rest of your room," Victor says as he pushes me away from his cock.

For a second I'm actually a little upset with myself. Victor doesn't sound angry so I doubt I did a poor job. However, if he is pushing me away then clearly I wasn't doing well enough. Maybe I should have flicked my tongue around on his nuts a little more. I know he really likes that.

I go to my plug first. It is sitting on the nightstand but it hasn't been cleaned yet. I don't like cleaning my plug but I know Victor likes to watch me do it. As I pick the plug up I turn just enough to give Victor a nice profile view. I then start cleaning the plug with my tongue. I make sure each lick is a little exaggerated. As I finish cleaning it I see Victor in the corner of my eye slowly stroking his dick. I smile to myself at how easily I'm able to manipulate Victor. I can tell he is already regretting pushing me away earlier.

As I kneel down and pick up the discarded box and wrapping paper I get a devilish idea of how else I can torment Victor. I fold the box up and put it and the wrapper in my small trash can. However, when I go to pick up his clothes I don't bend at the knee this time. Instead I bend way over at the waist. I also make sure my back is to him. I can only imagine the view he is getting through all those ruffles. The dress is so short that I'm sure he can easily see my whole bare rump.

I pick his pants up first. I stay bent over for a long time, pretending that I'm just trying to make sure nothing falls out of his pockets as I pick them up. Once I'm standing again I fold the pants and then walk toward the night stand. However, I stop a couple feet further away than I need too. I then bend at the waist again and put the pants on the nightstand. I only have it half folded though and spend several seconds bent over finishing the folds. I even slowly shift my weight a little from leg to leg so that my rump wags back and forth a little.

I repeat the same seductive procedure for his shirt. Victor actually lets out a few groans as I take care of the shirt.

I feel Victor's hands on my bare rump as I bend over to arrange his shoes and socks. I can't help but smile at my victory. My smile quickly disappears when it dawns on me exactly what I just won. I was so caught up in my little competition that I didn't fully think it out. I blush as I play back in my head exactly what I just did in order to 'win'. I can only imagine what Victor thinks of me now.

I want to pull away from Victor in order to show him that I'm not some floozy. However, Victor moves one of his hands to the small of my back. The hand is just resting there but it is clear he wants me to remain bent over. I tell myself to move anyway but I just can't bring myself to disobey Victor's unspoken order.

"Uh," I grunt in discomfort as my cock expands up its tube again.

Victor is only rubbing my bare ass cheek and I'm already trying to get hard. I can only imagine how bad it will become if he decides to play with my ass clit.

As though reading my mind, Victor brings his hand to the crack of my ass and slowly pushes two fingers deep inside me.

"Oh, please," I grunt as he starts diddling my ass clit.

The end of my dick presses even harder against the roadblock at the end of the tube. I try to mold the discomfort into pleasure but I can't. The best I can do is mix it with the pleasure coming from my ass clit. It doesn't help much but at least it is something.

Despite the discomfort, I find myself pressing back against Victor's fingers. I even gyrate my hips a little. Every little bit of pleasure brings more discomfort. However, the pleasure seems to stay just a hair ahead. The problem is that the longer I climb away from the discomfort the higher it becomes. For a moment I fear I might cause serious damage to my penis. Thankfully, the pain finally levels out. My dick is still trying to get hard but I guess there is a limit to how much blood pressure my body can generate.

"You are turning into such a dirty little girl," Victor whispers and then laughs.

To make his point, Victor stops moving his hand and fingers. My blush deepens but I pick up my pace and grind even harder against his hand. He lets me humiliate myself like this for almost a minute before he finally pulls his hand away. I hump back against the air for several seconds before I can get control of myself.

"Do you want me to fuck you now?" Victor asks.

"Yes, sir," I whisper back.

It is the only acceptable answer. However, I'm not sure I would have said 'no' even if it were allowed. The pleasure tingles are dissipating and the discomfort is starting to dominate once more.

Victor is sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide. He grabs my hips and pulls me back toward him. I shuffle back until I feel the head of his cock press against my hole. He doesn't pull me back onto it though. Instead, he just lets the head rest there. I know what he wants and try my best not to obey. However, the discomfort is still at max. I would like to say that this is my only motivation. However, I feel so empty inside without my plug and my ass clit is desperate for more attention. I just know that Victor's large brown dick will feel so good in there.

The only thing that slows me down is the humiliation. Taking Uncle Victor's cock is embarrassing enough. However, I know how much Victor likes to brag to my dad about his sexual conquests. He used to have two or three stories for my dad every time he visited our house. When I was younger he of course seldom talked about sex in front of me. I did my share of ease dropping though. It wasn't until just a couple years ago that Victor started telling his stories right in front of me. He never told them to me of course. They just didn't make me leave the room unless they felt I was paying too much attention to them. As long as I kept my eyes on the TV they seemed to ignore the fact that I could overhear them.

It wasn't until I started working here that I realized Victor's stories weren't about women but about little girls… and apparently little boys also. I found his stories very exciting. He always gave very vivid descriptions. How this girl choked on his dick and how that one squealed with joy when she rode him. I learned a lot from his stories. I even used many of them in my fantasies once I started masturbating.

I have a completely different outlook on Victor's stories now that I know I'm probably part of them. I can just see him and my dad sitting on the couch watching football and talking about how eagerly I rode Victor's dick.

I press back very slowly. My goal is to show him that I can resist his cock if I want too. My only fear is that he will get pissed and decide to give me another lesson with the belt.

My toes curl up as my asshole gives the head of Victor's dick a perverted kiss. I press back even harder and I feel the spongy warm and soft head of his dick force its way into my hole. It feels so good that the disgust and humiliation of the act doesn't seem to matter anymore. All that I can think about is how yummy Victor's dick feels inside me. I tell my hips to hold their ground but they keep pushing back. The next thing I know I have Victor's dick buried to the balls inside me.

"Oh, Uncle Victor."

God! Did I just say that out loud? I feel my face and upper body turn red with embarrassment. I can't believe I moaned with pleasure like that. He will definitely brag about this encounter now. My dad will hear the story and so will half the faculty I bet. I think everyone knows that Victor exaggerates his stories a lot. Unfortunately, he will have video to prove this one.

I glance over at the camera and realize it has a very good view of our activities. I quickly turn my head away. I know my father will probably be watching this scene soon and I don't want him to see any expressions of pleasure on my face.

I try to get control of my hips but the feel of Victor's dick rubbing across my clit is just too much. God, his dick feels so good. At 8" [20 cm] long and 2" [5 cm] thick it seems to be the perfect size. It still goes into my 'cervix' but it doesn't seem all that bad since it isn't super thick. That said, I do stick mainly to only 6 inches [15 cm] of it. Everyone few strokes though I go all the way down on it. It is a little uncomfortable when I do that, yet kind of pleasurable at the same time.

It doesn't take long for me to discover a couple problems with the position we are in. First, I have trouble keeping my balance while performing long strokes. Second, I can only go so fast because of the same reason. At first I try compensating by holding onto my knees. This helps a little but not much. I try putting one foot in front of the other but this lowers my rump too much. I'm practically having to stand on my toes as it is to get my rump high enough.

I also try to reach back to try to grab Victor's legs or bed but they are out of reach. Victor sees my dilemma and reaches out and takes my hands into his. The position is a little odd but it does the trick. I find that I'm able to buck back and forth on his dick much harder and at least twice as fast. The only problem is that I have to trust him not to let go. There are cabinets and stuff just a few feet in front of me. If he let go then I would fire head first right into them.

Victor seems cruel sometimes but I doubt he would want to give me head trauma. That said, I still proceed rather cautiously. It isn't long though before the pleasure takes charge and I find myself bucking back and forth as fast and hard as I can.

The room is filled with our grunts of pleasure and the slapping sound of my ass cheeks against his thighs.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound becomes almost hypnotic. We are going at it for at least five minutes before I realize that I've been taking the full length of his dick for most of that time.

Victor's dick fits so good that I can't help but feel a small kind of love for it. It is certainly a good reason to pick him as my mentor. I don't want to have sex with men but if I'm going to have too then Victor's dick is perfect for it. It's not only the perfect size but the nice brown color makes it even look prettier. I can definitely think of worse cocks to worship 300 hours a year.

Unfortunately, there were a lot of unknown factors with Victor.

For example, I suspect he would make me worship his cock a lot more than the required 300 hours. He would probably have me staying at his house almost full time. Or worse, he might spend most of his time over at my house where the rest of my family can watch. While growing up I never seen any training going on in my house but I'm sure that will probably change now that they don't have to keep the training a secret from me anymore.

Another major concern is how much time my dad seems to spend with Victor. I seldom ever got to go to Victor's house, yet dad seems to spend a lot of time there. I highly suspect that dad and Victor share all the kids they mentor. If my dad isn't mentoring people at our house then he has to be doing it somewhere. It only makes sense that it would be at Victor's place. If that is true then that means picking Victor would be about the same as picking my dad. I would probably end up worshiping my dad's dick just as much as I would Victor's.

My final big concern is my sisters. I highly suspect that my two oldest sisters picked Victor as their mentor. I have no real solid proof of this but there are a lot of little things. For example, Beth and Mary both have maid's outfits in their closet. They have several other costumes also. Amber has a few costumes as well. However, Amber doesn't have a maid outfit and I am pretty sure her mentor is the Dean. Like I said, it isn't solid proof but it makes me wonder.

I've also noticed that Beth and Mary always stick together. They also seem to give Victor a lot more respect than Amber does. Amber is respectful but she often says 'Uncle Victor' to him and not 'Sir' like Beth and Mary do.

Now that I think about it, a lot of the girls in Victor's stories sound a lot like Beth and Mary. The same build, hair color, etc.

I doubt this and the other things I've noticed would ever hold up in court. However, it is enough to make me take serious pause as selecting him as a mentor.

"Oh, I love your cock," I whisper.

I blush and pray that Victor didn't actually hear me say it. Victor doesn't laugh so I suspect he didn't. I just hope that the microphone on the camera isn't sensitive enough to pick it up.

I bite my lower lip in order to keep quiet. I keep bucking back and forth on his dick though.

There is only so much pleasure you can get from rubbing your anal clit. I've long since reached my peak in this regard. I'm basically having one long anal orgasm right now. I don't have to look down to know that cum is dripping from my tube. I feel like I'm just inches away from having a normal climax or possibly something ten times better. I know it is impossible to close that small gap, yet I can't help but try.

"Such a good girl!" Victor grunts from behind me.

Victor is getting very close to cumming. It won't be long and he will be filling my hole with his warm gooey cum. The thought is disgusting, yet somehow increases my pleasure a little. Part of me even looks forward to his cum swimming around inside me. However, another part hopes that he can hold off for at least another five or ten minutes. This is by far the longest anal climax I've had so far. It is possible that something even more pleasurable will happen if the climax continues long enough.

"Fuck!" Victor suddenly yells as his climax begins.

Victor lets go of my hands but he grabs my waist before I can fly into the cabinets. His grip is almost painfully tight. He stands up behind me and starts slamming into my hole. At the same time he jerks me back and forth by my hips. Victor is so brutal that it actually scares me a little. It doesn't really hurt though. In fact, Victor taking full control like this somehow increases the pleasure. Still, he is grunting and slamming into me so viciously that he seems more like an animal riding me than a human.

Victor hammers into me like this for almost a minute before he suddenly freezes. I then feel my insides fill up with his warm sperm.

Uncle Victor is breeding my hole! the voice in my head says over and over.

My toes curl up and I feel this kind of glow inside me. It is hard to explain the feeling. It is more of a mental pleasure than a physical one. I guess the best description would be to call it a mental orgasm. It is kind of like when I get a test paper back from my teacher and see that I scored 100 percent… which doesn't happen often. Only this feels sexual in nature and is a thousand times better.

Victor shutters for about a minute and gives several more humps before his climax finally subsides. When he finally lets go of my hips I start humping back and forth on his dick again. Victor stays pretty hard but it is clear he doesn't plan to breed me a second time today. He lets me hump him for almost two minutes though before he finally pushes me away. I can only guess that those two minutes were some kind of reward for being such a good girl. Feeling his warm cum getting churned around inside me creates another small mental orgasm but not a real one like I so desire. It is still a nice reward though.

"That is enough for today," Victor informs me as he slowly pushes my plug into place. "If you are a good girl then maybe your daddy will give you some dick when he visits later."

I blush at the thought of my dad breeding me. As I lick Victor's dick clean, I'm ashamed to admit that I have a quick fantasy about how my dad's curved dick might feel sliding in and out of my hole. I fantasize about it for almost two minutes. However, I start to come down from my sexual high and soon find myself utterly disgusted by the fantasy. I'm also disgusted with myself for fantasizing about it in the first place.

There is clearly a schedule for today because Victor doesn't hang around long. Like the Dean, he just has me clean his cock and then dresses and leaves.

I feel like taking a bath in order to get Victor's smell off me. A quick enema would be nice also. However, I'm scared my father might show up at any moment. Instead, I decide to just change clothes. I decide to go with my yellow dress instead of my school uniform. The yellow dress looks better and it covers a lot more.

Once I get the dress on I decide it is best to touch up my makeup. It is a good thing also. The makeup isn't that bad but I quickly discover I'm still wearing the maid's hat/headband. It would have been very embarrassing if my dad seen me wearing that; especially if maids outfits are a common thing with Victor.

I do my touchups and then wait… and wait… and wait. I guess I had time for that bath after all. I don't dare take one now. The odds of my dad showing up are much higher now than they were earlier.

Everyone today has acted like they were on a schedule. I just wish someone had given me a copy of it. They could have at least let me know how much time I would have between visitors.

I wonder what this time block was set aside for. Was it so I could bathe? Or, did they just want me to sit here and worry about what my dad might have planned for me? I'm guessing it was probably both. However, I think Victor rushed out of here in order to give me the false impression that my dad would arrive any second. This way I would skip the bath and end up facing my dad with the smell of Victor still on me. And of course I fell for it hook, line and sinker.

I sit and wait for another 15 minutes before I hear the door down the hall open. I don't have to look out into the hall to know it is daddy. Who else could it be? Butterflies start flapping around in my tummy. This will be the first time I've seen daddy since my cock sucking lesson on Monday. Well, unless you count all the times he visited the hole at my door. I only ever saw his cock and balls during those visits though.

I want to climb into one of the cabinets and hide. Unfortunately, that isn't an option. Instead, I decide to stand next to the Christmas tree. This way, when he opens the door I can give him a big hug and kind of hide in his arms for a moment or two. Plus, despite how angry I am with him he is still my father and a hug would feel real good right now. The hug will not only help me face my father again but it might even convince him not to do whatever nasty thing they told him to do to me today. My father has allowed my training to go this far so I doubt he will back out now. Still, there is always that small chance.

As I stand there I notice voices coming from down the hall. Voices… as in plural! I quickly go to my hole. I can't see down the hall but I can hear much better. I hear my dad's voice followed by a woman's voice. For a second I think maybe he is with one of my trainers. However, I then hear a third younger voice. The voices are distorted a little by the echoing in the hallway but I quickly realize who is out there. The present under the tree didn't say 'dad' on it; it said 'Dad and family'!

I back away from the door in horror. I can't let my mom and sisters see me like this! God, why would my father even think about bringing them here!

I look around the room frantically. I have no clue what I'm looking for but hope something will spark an idea. The bed goes all the way to the floor so hiding under there isn't an option. There are some cabinets large enough for me but they are higher up. I don't have time to climb up into one. As they reach my door I decide my only option is to run into the bathroom. As I rush into the bathroom I close the door part way.

Closing the bathroom door is a major violation. If one of my trainers were here I would get a spanking just for touching it. I'm hoping my dad isn't aware of this rule or that he might at least overlook it since it is only half closed.

The half closed door doesn't make me feel all that secure. However, at least now they will have to open it all the way or stick their head inside in order to see me. I'm hoping they won't take the risk of accidently catching me doing something nasty in here like giving myself an enema.

"Janice, we're here!" Mary, my oldest sister, says as they walk inside.

I sit on the toilet just in case someone looks in. I remain as quiet and still as possible, but my brain is going a million miles an hour. I know I have to go out there, yet I will die of embarrassment if I do. It is a horrible feeling. It reminds me of the first time I jumped off the high dive at the pool. The fall seemed to last forever and the whole way down I wished I hadn't jumped. However, no amount of wishing or praying stopped me from hitting the water below.

"Are you in there Janice?" I hear my mom ask from just outside the door.

"Y…yes, I'll be out in a minute," I quickly say before she can look inside.

Thankfully, Amber notices my fancy makeup kit and I hear her and the others start talking about it. The distraction buys me some time but not much.

One of them finds the remote to my TV and turns it on. I hear them flick through a few channels. I pray that they don't find the channel that displays the bathroom.

"Cool, he can attend class without even leaving his room," I hear Amber say.

It is nice being referred to as a 'he' instead of a 'she'. However, I'm mainly pleased because they are viewing one of the empty classrooms and not the bathroom feed. I get concerned though when they turn the channel again and I hear voices coming from the TV. At first I hear the Dean's voice. A few seconds later I hear Danielle's. It isn't until I hear my voice that I realize what they are watching. It is a recording of the Dean's visit earlier!

I jump up and rush to the door. I don't want to go out there but I sure as hell don't want them to see what is about to happen on that TV! I take a deep breath and step outside.

I blush profusely as everyone turns away from the TV in order to look at me. The voice in my head begs for Janice to take over but all I hear are echoes in the dark.

The room fills with a bunch of 'ohs' and 'ahs'. My mom gives me a big hug but my brain is in such shock that I barely notice. I then hear a flood of questions and comments. The wild thing is that I hear myself answering them. It is similar to when Janice takes over. However, it still feels like I'm in full control. I also can't sense a second person in my head like I normally do. Is it possible Janice and I have merged into one? It would certainly explain why I seemed to get extra enjoyment out of being bred today. Does this mean I'm now officially Janice? I'm not sure I like the idea of this merging.

I don't get much time to think about it; I'm too busy answering everyone's questions. Mary and Beth's questions seem focused on just embarrassing me. Thankfully, mom and dad chastise them each time they get out of line. I enjoy Amber's questions the most. For example, she asks questions about my makeup kit and whether I know how to use everything in it. When I point out the items I don't know how to use yet she seems excited about possibly teaching me.

"I doubt they will be letting me come home any time soon," I inform her. "They will probably teach me everything before they let me out of here."

"I might be able to arrange a visit or two," my father chirps in.

I'm pretty sure dad is talking about Amber visiting me and not the other way around. The thought of her getting to visit me is still nice. There is something about the look in my dad's eye though that tells me Amber and I would be doing a lot more than just sharing beauty tips. I've had sex with Amber before so I'm sure it won't be all that bad. It certainly won't be any worse than having sex with a man. I just hope Amber already knows where my ass clit is. It would be embarrassing to have to teach her how to find it.

As we all talk back and forth I covertly get my hands on the remote and turn the TV off. It is a good thing to since the scene was about to get rather raunchy. I have to wonder who exactly put the video on the channel to begin with. It sounds like something the Dean or Victor would do. I will have to ask Ray the next time I see him… assuming he is the guard today.

Having my family visit me is extremely embarrassing but I have to admit that it is also comforting in a way. Or at least it feels comforting once we are about 15 minutes into the visit. It is like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I don't have to worry any more about what my mom and sisters will say when they see dressed up like a girl. That is behind us now.

Well, at least some of it is behind us. I know there are still a lot of hurdles to get past. Like the first time daddy or some other man has sex with me in front of one of them. There is no doubt in my mind that it will eventually happen. Hell, they almost just saw it happen on the TV.

I do my best to push these unpleasant thoughts out of my head. Instead, I focus on our conversations. It is weird how much we have to talk about. Especially considering how little we normally talked before all of this began. Most of our conversations aren't even about my training. A lot of it is just me catching up with everything going on in the outside world. There are an amazing number of things too. It is like I've been away from home for over a year. I know it certainly feels that way.

One big item is that Mary just got her driver's license. There is talk of my parents buying her a car. My dad acts like she will have to wait until she is 18 before getting a car. However, I can tell he is probably already shopping for one. My guess is that he will give it to her next month on her birthday. Mary and I don't get along and I normally bitch whenever my parents buy her something special. However, Mary has been a student at this school for almost ten years now. That means a lot more to me now than it did just a few weeks ago. She has more than earned that car. Of course, that doesn't mean I won't use this against my parents the next time I want them to buy me something expensive.

While this is big, the thing that really stuns me is the news that Beth now has her own room. While Beth spends most of her time in Mary's room, she actually shares a room with Amber. Or at least she did. However, if she now has a room to herself then that means Amber has a room to herself also.

"Where am I supposed to stay?" I ask in confusion.

"In my room, silly," Amber giggles.

Mary and Beth laugh also. However, their laughs seem more teasing.

I blush but don't say anything. I'm far from happy though. Amber and I shared a room up until I was about six years old. I've had a room all to myself ever since then and I've gotten pretty used to it. It just doesn't seem fair that they would now make me share again. Of course, there is also the obvious problem of having a 13 year old boy and a 14 year old girl sharing a room. What will my friends and other people say?

Oh, God! My friends! What will they say when they see me dressed like this!? The answer comes to me just as quick as the question did. They won't say anything because I will never let them find out. I will avoid them like the plague. Even if they saw me they probably wouldn't recognize me anymore. As far as they are concerned, Jack ran away from home, died, or whatever story my parents plan to tell everyone. I don't want to lose my friends but it is much better than the alternative.

For a second I feel relieved that this future problem has been avoided. However, it dawns on me that my parents might go a completely different route. They might decide to just tell everyone that I'm one of those intersex people or whatever the term is that my biology book calls them. That I'm one of those people that are born looking male but have female genes and stuff inside. Oh, God, I bet they do plan too! They are going to tell everyone that I want to let my female hormones take over and that they have agreed to allow it.

I pray that I'm wrong but I already know I'm right. It is the perfect story. They don't have to explain what happened to Jack or where Janice came from. My slowly growing boobies and female figure will prove the story. The only way to disprove the story would be to catch them feeding me the estrogen. Hell, even that wouldn't necessarily prove much. They could just say the doctor prescribed it. It would be true also.

The more I think about it the sicker I feel. The only bright side is that my family will probably try to keep it a secret as long as possible. After all, the greater the number of people that find out about it the greater the chance they will realize that I'm attending what is supposed to be an all girl's school. Even though I have a penis I will probably still be considered a girl. So, my parents and the school won't get into trouble for letting me attend. However, it would probably taint the school a little. Of course, the touchy feely way people are today it might actually help the school's reputation.

I doubt it is a risk they would want to take. So, they will probably use a cover story and only use this story if someone pokes around too much. Or at least I hope. Regardless, if they generate all the medical paperwork like I suspect they will then that means my power over them will be all but gone. I won't be able to just expose my cock in the classroom in order to get free. Not that this plan had much chance of success anyway. In fact, exposing myself would be the worst thing for me. The school would end up no worse off and I would still be a student. Only now everyone would know my little 'secret'. They wouldn't need to move me to the secret area of the school in order to 'train' me. They could just do it right in front of all the other girls. I'm also sure they would take it a lot harder on me also.

"What do you think, Janice?" Amber asks me.

"Sure," I reply despite not having a clue what they are talking about.

I was so deep in thought that I must have missed at least five minutes of their discussion. All I remember is it having something to do with Amber and my room.

"Cool!" Amber replies and almost jumps up and down with joy. "I will pick some wallpaper out tomorrow. Thanks for letting me choose. You are the best little sister ever!"

Fuck! Why didn't I ask her to repeat the question? Amber has a thing for pink and I can only imagine what she will choose. I just hope that wallpaper is the only thing I just agreed too. If she had it her way we would end up with pink walls, carpet and bed sheets. All of them would have imprints of the Powerpuff Girls on them also. A little pink does sound nice, but no way would I want the whole place dripping with it. We need some variety. Maybe some whites, reds and yellows mixed in.

Talking to my family like this makes me feel like I will be home soon. It is a nice thought. However, I know it isn't true. My guess is that I will be locked down in here for at least another month. After that they will probably let me out one or two days a week so I can visit my mentor at his house. It will probably be at least two or three more months before they even consider letting me go home. It is enough to make me want to cry. I do my best to push it out of my head. It feels so much better to just pretend I'm going home tomorrow.

We end up talking for well over an hour before it comes time for them to leave. We get so caught up in our discussions that we almost forget about their presents. In addition to the present under the tree, each also brought me a present of their own.

Amber is extremely excited about having a new sister and insists I open her present first. Inside is a short one-piece dress. It is pink of course. It is also a hand-me-down. This dress was bought new for Beth, then given to Amber. Now I have it. It is one of Amber's favorites though so the gift does mean a lot to me. Mom and dad buy us lots of stuff but they give us virtually nothing for allowance. So, it's not like Amber could have gone out and bought me something new.

I'm actually rather surprised when I open up Beth and Mary's presents. I expect to find something embarrassing or crummy. However, instead Beth gave me one of her ankle bracelets and Mary gave me one of her necklaces. They are both just plain thin gold chains and certainly not the best items in their collection but they are still pretty nice.

I give all three sisters a big hug. You don't see that too often in our house. I truly am grateful to them also. The pink dress will give me another outfit to wear in here until I get home and the jewelry will give me more options to accessorize. Unfortunately, I can't wear all my jewelry at once. The school only allows three pieces of visible jewelry and the earrings count as two. Still, having too much jewelry to choose from is better than not enough.

My cheery mood is quickly spoiled when I get to dad's present. This is the present that has been under my tree for the past week. I've weighed it, shaken it, squeezed it and still have no clue what it is. Beth and Mary giggle as I open it. Something tells me they already know what is inside and it isn't anything I'm going to be happy about.

I open the box and discover a large briefcase of sorts. It is way thicker than a normal briefcase though. Beth and Mary start laughing hysterically as I unclasp the case and open it. Inside the case is a set of butt plugs. Later I would discover that it is actually a half set of plugs. It is plugs 6 through 10. These go from sizes 2¾" to 4¼" [7 - 11 cm]. So, I guess they expect me to be at plug 6 by the time I leave here. Maybe I will be here a lot longer than I thought.

I don't think about any of this now. Right now I'm just mortified that dad would give this to me… for Christmas… in front of the rest of the family! I'm so humiliated that I start crying. I turn away from everyone and bury my head in my pillow.

I think Beth and Mary feel bad because their laughter quickly disappears. I feel mom's hand rubbing my back and neck in order to help calm me down.

"Don't feel bad," Amber whispers to me. "You should have seen what dad bought us when we first starting school here."

"Amber, don't you dare!" Mary growls.

Mary's outburst makes me laugh into my pillow. Whatever my dad gave them must have been just as bad, if not worse than my plugs. Amber doesn't give up the secret but I know I will eventually get it out of her. We are going to be roommates after all.

It takes me a minute but I manage to get my tears under control. I wipe the tears off on my pillow case and sit back up. Mom gives me a big hug.

"You are going to hate my present more," she lightly whispers to me. "Don't let it bother you. There is a good reason I got it for you."

I ask everyone if it is okay for me to open mom's present later but dad insists I open it now. I can't imagine what could be worse than plugs. In fact, as I unwrap her package I convince myself nothing could possibly be worse. I quickly discover otherwise.

I peak inside the box. My face turns beat red as I quickly close it.

"Please, no!" I beg when my dad tries to take the box from me.

My reluctance to turn over the box only makes my dad more curious. He finally manages to pull it from my hands.

"Sierra!" dad says when he sees the contents.

"Mom!" Amber says as dad lowers the box far enough for my sisters to see.

Beth and Mary just start laughing again.

I blush and start crying but manage to stand my ground. Mom told me not to let it bother me but how could I not? Sitting there in front of us is a huge 10" [25 cm] long, 2½" [6½ cm] thick dildo attached to a harness.

"What?!" mom replies in defense. "His mentor might have a wife or daughter. They will need something like this if they are going to help in the training sessions."

While I am horrified by the gift, I notice dad seems extremely pissed. It takes me several seconds to figure out why. The Dean, Victor and the doctor are all single. The Dean has Denise but she has a cock and wouldn't need this device.

This gift is mom's way of letting me know exactly what I would be agreeing too if I pick dad as my mentor. She knows that if I pick him then he will involve my mom and sisters in my training. I pretty much already guessed this. However, it is still nice of her to give the warning. I want to give her a big hug for looking out for me like this but I'm scared everyone else will get the wrong impression. They might think I'm actually happy for the gift itself. Mom can tell though that I figured it out and gives me a quick wink when no one else is watching.

Needless to say, dad is ready for the party to end. I suspect him and mom will have a fight later tonight. Of course it wouldn't be an official holiday if they didn't fight about something.

Dad tells everyone to go on out to the car and wait.

"The Dean asked me to take care of something for him," dad informs them.

One of my dad's main jobs is punishing students so it doesn't take a genius to figure out what is coming.

"Uh-oh!" Mary laughs when she hears this. "Somebody has been naughty."

It is mom's turn to give dad a harsh look. She probably thinks dad is just punishing me because he is angry right now. That's a possibility but my guess is that he is telling the truth. This sounds like something the Dean would arrange. I've done several things that warrant punishment but I don't think the Dean is aware of any of them. My guess is that this punishment is more of his way of saying 'Merry Christmas'.

Mom doesn't say anything to dad. She just gives me a big hug and tells me everything will be okay. Amber gives me a big hug also. However, she gives me a quick kiss on the lips at the end of the hug. We have done a lot worse than kiss but it still makes me blush. I guess the kiss isn't that unusual for two sisters. However, despite the dress and makeup I'm still her brother and the kiss feels a bit awkward.

To my surprise, Mary comes in for a hug also.

"Don't you dare pick Victor," she whispers before breaking the hug.

Beth doesn't do anything. She just stands there and waits until my mom and other two sisters are gone. Dad tells her to leave but she refuses.

"You promised!" Beth tells my dad.

Dad takes her to the hall and I hear them argue back and forth. I can't make much of it out but it sounds like dad promised she could watch me be punished. Apparently, dad didn't mean this time. I'm a bit distraught at the thought of being punished at all so at first I can't figure out why he would agree to let her watch one punishment but not this one.

"It is going to be a full punishment," I hear my dad explain to Beth.

I blush and swallow hard when I hear this. The school has a variety of codes for various types of punishments. 'Full punishment' is not one of those codes. However, I know from my time working here that when my dad says 'full punishment' that he means a punishment followed by some kind of sexual act. Dad told me once that sometimes when he is horny he will even change a normal punishment into a full one; especially if the girl in question is extra pretty. I doubt that is the case here. He seems very reluctant to let Beth watch. That tells me he isn't proud or looking forward to administering the punishment.

There is very little question in my mind as to why Beth wants to watch. She is by far the meanest of my sisters. I'm pretty sure it is because of her age. Mary is the oldest so she gets all the new clothes, computers and toys and stuff. Amber is my youngest sister and she is constantly spoiled by my parents and can get away with about anything. Beth, however, is right in the middle. She gets no special treatment at all… unless making life a living hell for Amber and I is considered a 'special treat'… which for Beth it seems to be.

As they argue outside I reconsider hiding in one of the cabinets. I already have a punishment coming so how much more trouble could I actually get into? Okay, it could be a lot worse. I decide it is best to just face the music.

I feel relieved when dad walks back in without Beth in tow. I swallow hard though when I hear the door to the observation room open and then close. Beth is going to watch through the one way mirror!

"Beth went…"

"Do you remember the punishment I gave Danielle?" my dad interrupts.

I nod yes… how could I forget? I'm horrified at the thought of getting a similar punishment. However, I'm equally concerned about Beth watching. I don't try to say anything else though. It is already clear that dad is aware she is in there. If I say anything else then he will probably have her come in here and watch everything up close. He might even have her participate.

"Get into position," dad orders.

I blush and start crying as I get undressed. As my dress comes off I take a quick glance at the one way mirror. I just know Beth is in there laughing at my cock cage, ball weight and plug. I force myself to stop crying. If she is going to watch me be punished then I want to act like a man and not a sissy.

Dad is standing in the exact same spot he was when he punished Danielle. So, I get down on my hands and knees in the same position Danielle was in. My asshole squeezes the 1¾" [4½ cm] plug tightly as I nervously wait for my punishment to begin. I get a bit confused when I realize my cock is pressing hard against the end of the tube. Why would I be getting hard at a time like this?

You have no idea how horrible a spanking like this is. Yes, cum leaks out and there are tiny sparks of pleasure but it is mixed in with tons of pain. It is a very uncomfortable and scary experience. There is no reason I should be getting excited while thinking about it… right?

My whole body jerks when I feel my dad's large hand gently touch my rear end. His hand is almost big enough to reach across both my ass cheeks. Fuck this is going to hurt. His warm hand softly glides back and forth on my rump. He even lets it dip down a few times in order to caress my weighted balls.

"Oh," I grunt as my cock presses harder against the end of its tube.

I know my spanking isn't far away when I feel dad start to rub harder and give my ass cheeks large squeezes. While I was janitor I got to see dad spank several girls. He often squeezed their asses like this just seconds before starting the actual spanking. He claimed that it was necessary in order to judge their muscle tone and stuff… so he knows how hard he can hit them without causing any serious bruises.

Butterflies flap around in my tummy as my dad analyzes my rump. Dad is an office man and yet the skin on his right hand is a little rough and thick. These are calluses he has acquired from the thousands of spankings he has administered over the years.

SLAP!

"OH!" I yell as the first hit lands.

I feel pain on both my left and right ass cheek. However, half of the hit landed right on my plug as well and it feels like someone just punched my ass clit. My hips lurch forward and start humping the air under me.

"One, daddy!" I manage to say as I get my body back under control.

'Sir' or 'Headmaster' probably would be more appropriate than 'daddy'. Dad doesn't correct me. He does, however, remind me that I'm supposed to push my plug out for each hit.

This reminder, however, just makes me squeeze my plug even harder. I don't want any more of daddy's hard spanks. I don't say it out loud but dad gets the message.

"Be a good girl," he growls.

Reluctantly, I loosen my ass muscles and push out on the plug.

SLAP!

"Oh, fuck!" I scream as the plug pounds back inside.

Right about the same time I feel something splash against my knees. I can't tell if it is cum or piss.

Most of my focus is on my plug but I do glance down to verify that it is indeed cum. I manage to get control of my hips again just as the plug is starting to slide outward on its own. I catch it in time in order to delay the next hit. However, with hits like these it won't be long before I loose complete control of my plug.

"Two… daddy!" I say between deep breaths.

My asshole has a death grip on the plug and it takes all my willpower to loosen and let it slide back out.

Please don't spank me anymore, daddy! the voice in my head begs as the plug slowly slides outward.

SLAP!

"Oh!" I scream as I start humping the air again and more cum splashes down below.

Fuck, daddy knows how to spank! He's milking me and I don't feel any tingles at all. All I feel is the stinging pain radiating from my ass and all the way up through my body.

"Three, daddy!" I huff.

SLAP!

"Owie!" I yell out.

This hit catches me off guard. I didn't get control of the plug in time and it slid out too far.

"Four, d…"

SLAP!

"Oh!"

Oh, no! It's happening already! I've lost control of the plug!

"Fi…"

SLAP!

"Oh!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Oh! Fu…"

SLAP!

"Please stop, daddy!" I try to say but it just comes out as a scream of pain.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

I scream throughout the onslaught. I try to crawl away during it but dad's other hand has too good of a grip on me.

I continue screaming for almost 15 seconds before I realize he has stopped.

"Thank you, daddy," I manage to say through my tears.

I'm anything but thankful though. Or at least I'm not at first. However, as his large hand gently rubs my rump and holds my plug in place I realize that not a single hit landed on my weighted nuts. They swung around a lot down there but never actually got hit.

Daddy still loves me, the voice in my head assures me.

That spanking hurt like hell but it could have been much worse had he brought my balls into play.

I'm thinking about this when I feel my dad trying to position me differently. It takes me a few seconds to remember I'm supposed to back up and then lean down and lick my mess up. As I get into position I hear this loud tapping sound.

I blush profusely when I realize it is Beth tapping on the other side of the mirror. I had forgotten she was even there. I chastise myself for yelling and crying so much during my punishment; so much for not acting like a sissy in front of her.

At first I think the tapping is just to remind me she is in there. However, when dad angles me to the side I realize that she is actually letting us know she needs a better view. This embarrasses me even further. I start crying again when I look down and see the large pool of milky fluid. I can't believe my sister is going to watch me slurp all of this up! I just want to curl up in a ball and die. I'm a good girl for daddy though and lick and suck up all my mess.

My head is still spinning from all the humiliation as dad starts positioning me again. Before I know it I'm sitting up on my heels. Sitting like this holds my plug in for me. It isn't until I hear my dad unzip his pants that I remember what the other purpose of this position is for.

No, daddy! the voice in my head screams. Not in front of Beth!

I don't say it out loud but as I look up into my dad's eyes I can tell he knows what I am thinking.

"Be a good girl for daddy," he whispers as his right hand goes to the side of my head and gently rests there.

I can't believe daddy is actually going to make me do this in front of Beth! I'm mortified with embarrassment but for a moment I'm also steaming with anger at my father for doing this. However, as I look to my left I realize his arm is blocking my view of the mirror. Beth can still see most of my face but at least now I can pretend dad and I are alone.

As a thank you, I lean forward and give the head of daddy's hard dick a delicate kiss. The head is soaking wet from his precum. It is disgusting yet makes me happy and proud to know that daddy loves me so much.

I pull my head back a few inches and lick my lips so I can taste daddy's manly flavor. For some reason the perversion of the act makes me tingle inside. It is one of my naughty tingles and I know it is wrong to enjoy it while tasting daddy. However, any kind of tingle feels good after that horrible spanking.

I lean back in and lap at the head of his cock with my tongue so I can taste more of him. I then seal my lips to it and suck on his pee hole like I would a straw. I get almost a full teaspoon of precum as a reward. God, that was naughty!

I can't believe I did that in front of Beth, the voice in my head says as I let daddy's precum slide down my throat.

I go in for another drink of daddy's naughty juice but there isn't much there. I know how to make more though. I lean forward further so I can lick the stem of his dick. However, this causes my rump to lift off my heels. This in turn allows my plug to start to slip out. I try to hold the plug in place but my hole is too loose from my spanking. It also has this kind of throbbing numbness to it that makes it hard for me to control my muscles back there. When I try to squeeze my plug I just seem to make it push out further.

I quickly sit back on my heels in order to push the plug back inside. It may be kind of numb back there but the insertion still sends a few tingles through my sore ass clit.

I grab hold of daddy's upper legs and try to pull him forward but he won't budge.

"Ah!" he growls when I prepare to shuffle forward.

It isn't until his growl that I remember what Danielle had to do when faced with this situation. In order to keep from losing my plug I will have to keep leaning forward and then sitting back on my heels in order to push the plug back in. Basically, I will be fucking myself with the plug while I suck my father off.

The naughty perverseness of it makes my dick press hard against the end of my tube. However, I remember how sore my ass clit is right now. For some reason this doesn't make my cock soften up any… not that the tube lets me get fully hard anyway. God, this new cage is so frustrating! If only the tube was a few inches longer.

As I sit there preparing myself I take a moment to admire daddy's dick. I've seen it up close like this many times now but this is the first time I've really noticed how beautiful it is. Maybe I was too hasty in eliminating him as my mentor. I know from experience that his cock is the perfect size for my throat. Even the slight bend in it somehow makes it fit better. His is the only cock that seems to somehow make my throat tingle when I deep throat it. I also know he loves me more than all the other mentor candidates put together. It's certainly worth thinking about.

I feel daddy's fingers weave into my hair and I know I have to go into action before he decides to force me. The thought of daddy forcing me to suck him sends naughty tingles through my tummy. If he takes control though then I no doubt will lose the plug. That would mean another spanking. I'm not sure I could live through another of daddy's spankings this soon.

I lean forward and take his cock into my mouth. I barely get past the head though before I have to lean back on my heels again. I move much faster on my next attempt and I get just over half of daddy's dick down my throat.

"Mmm," I moan in both pain and pleasure as I lean back and reseed my plug once more.

The plug came almost all the way out that time. It made my toes curl when I forced it back in. I have to take a few breaths and let my insides settle down before I'm able to get myself to try another plunge.

This time I try squeezing my plug before I lean forward. This seems to help a lot. I'm able to take most of his dick into my throat and even savor it a moment before the plug slides too far out.

"Uh!" I grunt as I reset it.

The room becomes a series of grunts as I work on daddy's dick. The grunts start out in about ten second intervals. It isn't long though before they are only two seconds apart and I'm thoroughly fucking my hole with the plug and working on daddy's cock.

"Such a naughty girl," daddy starts moaning.

Daddy is feeding me tons of precum so I know he really means, 'good girl'. I can tell that he is getting very close to cumming. This makes me work even harder on his cock.

Daddy makes a special grunt whenever he cums. His dick also throbs for about ten seconds beforehand. I hear the grunt and feel the throb but he doesn't step forward and bury his dick into my throat like I expect. Instead, he holds his ground.

"You are going to make a mess, daddy!"

I want to warn him but I'm too busy bobbing back and forth on his cock.

The first shot of cum starts in my mouth and finishes in my throat. I try to keep his dick deep in my throat for the rest but my plug is almost all the way out and I have to quickly lean back on my heels again. A second shot of cum splashes against my face just as the plug goes deep in my ass. I quickly take his cock back in my throat in order to catch the next spurt. The one after that, however, lands on my face again as I reseed the plug.

There are a few more spurts but thankfully they aren't as strong. They end up in my mouth and on the floor mostly. Daddy's cock always drools a lot of cum after he climaxes so I keep bobbing on it. I do this for almost a minute before he steps forward and allows me to do a proper cleanup job. I hold him deep in my throat for almost a minute and then lick his shaft and balls clean.

Now that I'm sitting still the tingles from my ass clit begin to subside. As the tingles go down, my humiliation goes up. I can't believe what I just did with daddy in the heat of the moment. I was acting like a whore on crack. I can only imagine what dad and Beth think of me right now. I feel like crying again but manage somehow to hold the tears back.

When I finally pull back from his dick I notice dad has a few small cum stains on the front of his pants. He notices them also but doesn't seem angry. I guess he realizes that the stains aren't really my fault. There is nothing I could have done to prevent them. I just hope that mom and my other sisters don't notice the stains. If they do then they will probably guess what happened in here; not that Beth probably won't tell them anyway.

Oh no, Beth! I glance over at the mirror which is in view again. I blush at the thought of the show my sister just got. I just know she is in there laughing at me right now.

Dad takes a step back and watches as I use my fingers to wipe my face and chin clean. I have to suck my fingers clean six times before I get it all; just another thing for Beth to tell my sisters about.

It seems so unfair for her to get to see me like this. True, I got to see dad treat her the same way. However, like most of the girls in the school, she didn't have to do it with a plug up her ass. Dad also didn't cum all over her face like he did mine. On top of all of that, she is a girl. It is a lot more embarrassing for me since dad and I are both males.

As I lean over and lick the floor clean I hear dad tuck himself in and zip up. I think he is ashamed of what just happened between us because he leaves without saying goodbye.

I sit on the cold floor for over a minute thinking about how horrible this day has been.

Knock! Knock!

I jerk when I hear the knock at my door. I hope that isn't dad coming back for seconds. No, I'm pretty sure I heard him exit the door down the hall. Is it the Dean? Maybe it is Ray?

I guess it really doesn't matter who it is. I know what is required and quickly go to the door and kneel down. What I look through the hole what I see both shocks and scares me. Standing a couple feet away is Beth! Dad was in such a hurry that he forgot to escort her out.

"I bet you thought I didn't know what this hole was for," she says with a giggle as she pulls her skirt up and turns around. "You better do a good job if you don't want me to tell Amber and Mary what you and daddy just did."

Beth pulls her panties down, bends over and presses her ass up against the hole. I feel ill at the thought of eating my sister's pussy. Fucking her and having her suck my cock is one thing. However, eating her pussy is just wrong. Don't ask me why it is; it just is.

"You better hurry before dad comes back," she growls.

I can't believe how cruel Beth can be. Something tells me that she will probably be the one to take over the headmaster job when my dad retires. She definitely enjoys punishing people.

I have to press my face hard against the hole and stick my tongue way out in order to lick her cunt.

"Oh, good girl," I hear her moan as I flick my tongue back and forth.

I'm not sure but I think I hear her also say something about me being better at this than Mary. I've never seen my sisters 'playing' together but it does not surprise me that they would be required to from time to time; especially if Victor is both Mary and Beth's mentor. The thought of Mary and Beth being forced to eat each other is almost enough to make me want to choose Victor as my mentor. I bet my sisters hate doing that. It would be fun to tease them about it. Of course, if I choose Victor then they will get to see most of my training also. I'm not so hot about that idea.

Beth must have gotten very turned on by watching dad and I. She is very wet and cums within two minutes. Her orgasm seems to last longer than it took for her to reach it. She finally settles down but doesn't pull away from the hole. She stays there for over a minute as I lap her juices up as though I was drinking from my water bowl.

I back away from the hole though when she suddenly lowers her rump. Her pussy is now completely out of reach. At first I think it is just a mistake on her part. However, she reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks wide. As her asshole comes into view I debate refusing her. I know that once I eat her asshole I will probably be her bitch forever. If she knows she can get me to do that then she will know she can get me to do about anything. And she will probably take advantage of that fact on a regular basis. That is just how she is.

The problem I have is that I know that if I don't do it she will make my life a living hell in other ways; especially now that I'm bound by all these stupid school rules. All she would have to do is steal one homework assignment and I would be in serious trouble. Granted, I could do the same to her. The only difference is that I don't have the balls to take her on. She might not be able to beat me up but she is cruel enough to take things to a level I'm not comfortable with.

I slowly bend forward and give her asshole a gentle kiss. She moans and I give her hole several more tender kisses.

"Oh!" she moans in both surprise and pleasure as I stick my tongue out and flick it back and forth across her asshole.

I chastise myself for not reading her better. Her surprise tells me that she wasn't expecting me to use my tongue. She probably just wanted me to kiss her asshole a few times in order to prove the point that she could make me do it. Unfortunately, now that she knows I'm willing to use my tongue on her she isn't going to settle for anything less.

My tongue flicks back and forth for almost a minute. I'm about to push it inside her when she suddenly jumps away from the hole and pulls her panties up. It takes me a second to realize someone is opening the door down the hall. Her dress drops back down in place just as I hear my dad yell inside if Beth was in here. She replies and runs down the hall. A second later the door closes and they are gone.

They might physically be gone but mentally they are very much still present. I try to push them out of my head but the vision of what just happened keeps flashing back to me. I can even still somehow taste and feel dad's cock in my mouth. I can taste Beth also. However, when I get flashes of Beth I see not only what we did but what I was about to do to her. The voice in my head keeps telling me that I didn't actually stick my tongue up her asshole. It doesn't do any good though because I know that next time she will make me do it.

I know how she is. She will blackmail, threaten me… pretty much whatever is needed in order to get me to comply. She has done it to me many times in the past, just never for anything sex related. The messed up thing is that I doubt she even wants to do sex things with me. I know she probably just likes the idea of making me do something I don't want to do.

The good news is that in the past she only seemed to torment me a couple times a week. I think she only does it when she is bored. Still, I don't relish the idea of being her little play toy two or three times a week. Hopefully she will get tired of it fast. Just in case, I think I will talk to Amber about it and see how she deals with Beth. I'm sure Beth tries to mess with her a lot more than me.

I lay on my bed for almost an hour thinking about all of this. I try to think of some kind of solution but my brain just ends up going in circles. Finally I pull myself out of bed and start cleaning my room. The room isn't that dirty but it takes my mind off things. I also take a quick bath and redo my makeup and hair. The bath seems to help the most. The warm water and pink bubbles relax me and kind of wash away my worries. Unfortunately, they all come back once I'm all dolled up again and run out of things to do.

"Ah!"

I let out a girlish scream when my door suddenly opens. The shock of the unexpected entry only stuns me for a couple seconds. My guess is that it is probably Ray coming in for a 'favor'. Other than Danielle, Ray is the closest thing I have to a friend around here. That said, I'm really not in the mood. It has been a horrible day and I really don't feel like licking Ray's armpits clean right now. I know my asshole sure as hell doesn't feel like taking Ray's huge cock.

I'm about to ask him to come back tomorrow when I see a man, not Ray, walk around my Christmas tree and come into view. I back up against the headboard of the bed in both shock and confusion. I probably should be scared also but this guy is only about 160 pounds [72 kg]. That's a lot bigger than me. However, it is tiny in comparison to Ray and the Dean.

I do get a little concerned, however, when I see him holding a paddle. I don't freak out too much though. That's because I know he isn't an instructor here. Trust me, I now know all of the instructors pretty well. I know their faces, their build, the size and taste of their cocks… hell, I even know how they like their balls sucked. He isn't in a position of authority. This tells me that he can't do anything that bad to me or Ray will come in here and kick his ass.

While I'm able to quickly rule out who he isn't, it takes me a few more seconds to figure out who he is. His face is very familiar. He is all the way around my bed and at my side before I figure it out. He is one of the guys that work in the accounting department. I remember seeing him there when I went in to give my pay information. He didn't serve me but I remember his face because he gave me the evil eye the whole time. I figured he was just jealous because I was getting the job of a lifetime at the age of 13 and here he was at about 40 to 45 and still working in a back office with no access to the girls.

The nasty look he is giving me now, however, tells me that it might be more than just that. Maybe it is just the paddle in his hand but this guy looks really pissed to me.

"Take the covers off your bed and then get on your stomach in the middle of it," he growls.

Who the fuck is this guy to order me around? He's just a fricking pencil pusher! I know how this school works. This guy has no authority here. Hell, he will probably lose his job just for coming into this area of the school.

This last thought starts to concern me. Exactly how did this guy get in here? Without proper access it would take a stick of dynamite to get past that security door. You would also have to make your way past Ray or whoever the security guard is tonight.

The answer is staring me right in the face… the paddle. This is the same 'SLUT' paddle I selected from the Christmas tree last Friday. I had all but forgotten about it.

I'm still a bit confused but I quickly obey his order. I slide out of bed and start removing the covers and pillows. He is standing a couple feet behind me and to my side. I make sure I keep him in the corner of my eye just in case he decides to swing that nasty paddle at me. The paddle is made of black leather and is about a foot long total. The handle takes up about 6 inches [15 cm] of that length. The paddle part itself takes up the remaining 6 inches [15 cm] and is about 3 to 3½ inches [7-9 cm] wide and maybe a quarter inch thick. I guess you could argue it is as much a strap as it is a paddle.

As I mentioned earlier, inset across one side of the paddle is the word, 'SLUT'. I glanced at the lettering way back but didn't really pay that much attention to it. In fact, I didn't give the paddle itself that much thought. Sure, I didn't want to get hit with the thing but at the same time it is so small that it hardly seemed like a major torture device. I'm not so sure now that I see this guy holding it. Plus, I've since experienced what a belt feels like. I suspect that this paddle/strap will hurt at least as much as that belt did. Plus, if he uses the side with the letters on it then the air pockets will probably increase that pain. I blush when I realize that it will probably leave the impression of the word 'SLUT' on my ass also. I'm worried a lot more about the pain though than a little embarrassment.

I try to neatly fold all of the covers as I take them off but the guy yells at me to hurry up. I end up having to just ball them up and lay them on the floor. Once everything is off the bed I crawl back up. I make sure I do this backward so he can't take a swing as my ass. If my ass is going to get paddled then I at least want to know when it is coming.

The rubber covering on the mattress makes a kind of squeaky sound as I get into position. Once I'm in the center I take a deep breath and then turn over on my stomach. I expect the paddling to begin immediately but it doesn't. Instead, he lays the paddle on the side of the bed and then tells me to extend my arms out. When I do he reaches behind the mattress and grabs one of the chained hand restraints. The next thing I know my left wrist is bound to the side of the bed.

This maneuver really surprises me. I doubted that he knew about the restraints. He has either been in here before or someone told him about them. Regardless, I'm not too happy about being tied down.

There isn't enough room for him to get past the Christmas tree so he has to climb over the bed to get to the other restraint. I frown when I see that he doesn't even bother to take off his shoes to do this. With the covers off there is a chance he might rip the plastic on the bed. Something that I'm sure I would get blamed for. He restrains that wrist and gets back on the bed.

"Uh!" I grunt when he suddenly pulls my plug out.

I hear the plug tumble to the floor once he is back on the other side of the bed again. I keep that floor pretty clean but I'm sure the plug still found bits of dirt and sand. That is going to taste nasty when I clean it later.

"Get up on your knees," he barks.

With my arms stretched straight out it takes a little doing to obey his order. As I get on my knees I realize how extra vulnerable this now makes my rump. Once I am on my knees he grabs the pillows and some covers and stuffs them between my tummy and the bed. He stuffs so much under me that it raises my knees a couple inches off the bed. Now my ass is really vulnerable.

I actually think about protesting when I feel him grab my left ankle and pull it far out to the side. I try to pull it back when I feel the leather restraint. He has it buckled though before I can get away.

"No! Please, sir!" I beg as he grabs my other ankle.

I don't give up easy though. I manage to pull my foot from his hand. He tries grabbing it again but I kick around. I know that once he has that foot secure then I will be totally helpless. I will be fully spread out with my ass high in the air. My spread legs will even give him a clear shot at my weighted balls.

He takes one more grab for my ankle before he gives up. However, my victory is short lived. I hear him take a couple steps. I turn my head just in time to see him standing at my side with the paddle raised high over his head.

WHACK!

"AH!" I scream as the paddle makes contact with my left ass cheek.

Fuck that stings! I kick around with my free leg at random for almost 30 seconds. I thought dad's spanking was bad. This hurts way more! The sting lasts way longer also. A half minute later and it still feels like he just hit me two seconds ago!

WHACK!

"AH! Owie!" I scream.

I kick around and start begging for him to stop.

"No more, please!" I beg. "I'll be good!"

I hold my breath and wait for the next hit. It doesn't come. Instead I feel his hand at my free ankle again. This time I don't resist him. I know this will just make me more vulnerable to hits. However, it buys me some time. And besides, it's not like I wasn't already pretty vulnerable.

The final binding pulls me so taunt that only my forehead, toes and hands are touching the bed now. All of the rest of my weight is on the covers under my belly. It is very uncomfortable and I can barely breathe.

"You don't remember me do you?" he asks after a moment of silence.

I do remember him but he doesn't give me time to reply.

"We met briefly about eight or nine months ago," he informs me.

Wait… what? It has only been about two months since I saw him in the accounting office. I turn my head so I can get another look at his face. I try to think about everything that went on about a year ago but still come up blank. The accounting office is the first place I remember seeing him.

"Maybe you remember my daughter, Linda?" he growls.

Oh, fuck! Linda is the girl whose cherry I took way back. I don't even remember ever meeting her father let alone what he looks like. It's not like Linda and I were really dating. We weren't even really friends. Our encounter was just one of those things. Some guys bet me that I couldn't get my dick in her so I took them up on it. I sat with her at lunch a few days and then managed to talk her into skipping class and meeting me in one of the store rooms behind the stage in the auditorium. She obviously told her dad about it. Why the hell would she do that?

"There is a reason I never tried to get her enrolled in this school," he continues. "I wanted her to grow up pure and innocent like a little girl should. You had to go and ruin that though, didn't you?! You had to force yourself on her and ruin her forever!"

I shake my head back and forth but I don't say anything. I don't feel I raped Linda but I have to admit that there was a little force involved. She seemed okay with touching and kissing but was reluctant to take her top off. Getting her pants down was a bit of a struggle. I could tell she was close to screaming when I did finally get them down.

She was crying a little but I calmed her down by promising not to remove her panties. I kept my word also. I got naked and laid on her and we kissed and ground against each other. She seemed to settle down a bit and even start to get into it again. However, I then pulled her panties to the side and shoved my dick in. That is when all the crying and stuff started again.

She begged me to stop but I thought it was just because it was uncomfortable for her since she was still pretty dry. Okay, maybe I knew she was a little distraught about losing her cherry also. However, it was already gone now… what was the harm in finishing the job? Hell, from my perspective she should have been thanking me, not running to daddy. I not only got her cherry out of the way for her but the photos I took with my cell phone made her ten times more popular. And no, I didn't put the photos on Facebook or anything like that. I didn't even email them to people. All I did was show a few friends on my phone and then I deleted them. I had to prove I won the bet didn't I?

All of that said, I think both Linda and her father are blowing things out of proportion. Not just about the event but even his reasons for not enrolling her in this school. He works here for fucks sake! How could he care about any girl's purity when he works at a place like this? Plus, he's only a fucking accountant. Working here might help get your daughter accepted to the school but it isn't necessarily going to get you free tuition. Even I know that much. The Dean and my dad are the only two that I know of that get free tuition. I think even the instructors have to pay at least 50 percent. This guy would be lucky to get a 20 percent discount. That remaining 80 percent though is no doubt way more than he makes in a year. So, don't give me this high and mighty bullshit!

"Do you have any idea what it is like for a 12-year-old girl to have to get an abortion?" he says with anger dripping off his voice. "She barely understood the concept of death and there she was having to abort her baby!"

I quickly turn my head and face him again. Is he serious!? Did I really get her pregnant? She was only 12. Is that even possible? It sounds a lot like a story the Dean might have made up. Are they just screwing with my head again? A couple of my friends blogged about Linda and I but it's not like it went viral. It is possible the Dean found out about it and worked up yet another mind fuck. If he got a copy of the blog then he would have all the details to pull it off. It even mentioned that I barely knew the girl… thus, I probably wouldn't remember her dad's face; not that I remember ever even meeting him.

Still, this guy is very convincing. Granted, my dad, the Dean and Danielle had been pretty convincing when playing out the other lies… if they were lies. Yet, the anger in this guy's eyes seems very real. That would be some serious acting skill for a simple accountant.

This guy doesn't even flinch when I stare into his eyes. God, I think he is telling the truth! Suddenly, I fear this man might actually want to kill me. I give a frightened look back toward the surveillance camera. I pray that Ray or whichever guard is out there will see I am in danger.

The man sees where I am looking and walks over to the camera. He reaches up and unplugs it from the wall. Before coming back to the bed he opens a cabinet drawer and pulls out four 2" [5 cm] round jawbreakers. Where the hell did those come from? They weren't there the last time I searched the room. They must have snuck them in here while I was bathing or something.

"It's just you and I," he says as he walks back toward the bed. "The guard has strict orders to stay out of this area until I leave."

The guards aren't going to obey this guy. Yet, I don't hear anyone running down the hall to rescue me. The Dean must have given the order. He is the only one that I know of with that kind of control over this place. Well, him and the school board.

"I'm sorry, sir!" I tell him. "I really am!"

"Oh, you are going to be sorry alright," he growls.

I shiver as he takes a seat at the foot of the bed. He is in reach of my ass now and could start swinging any second.

I jerk when something suddenly touches my exposed asshole. There is pressure and I feel my hole start to expand. It feels like the head of someone's dick only harder. This guy isn't positioned for penetration though. I cringe when I realize he is pushing one of the jawbreakers into my asshole.

"Oh!" I grunt as the 2" [5 cm] sphere pops inside.

I groan in despair when I feel him pressing a second jawbreaker against my hole. A moment later it pops inside and joins the first. He repeats the process until all four jawbreakers are in my hole. It feels very weird with the hard spheres rubbing up against each other inside me. A couple of them are right on top of my clit. I think I would normally find it pleasurable if I wasn't so scared of this guy.

"You do realize that I'm the reason you are in here, right?" he says as he rubs my ass with the paddle. "Oh, I know about the cute little fucking trap they set for you and stuff. That was your dad's idea. He agreed to this as punishment for what you did to Linda. However, he didn't want you finding out about the pregnancy. I guess he didn't want that weighing on your conscious. I say fuck him and what he wants and fuck your conscious!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"AH!" I scream as he starts raining hits down on my ass.

"Your family is lucky I didn't go to the authorities or sue your asses!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"AH! I'm sorry!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"AH!"

The pain is beyond anything I thought possible. I lose control of my bladder and piss into the pillow and bed sheets below me.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I'm letting out one long scream now. The screaming along with my position makes it hard to breath.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

My head begins to spin and then everything goes black.

I don't know how long I am out. I wake to the feel of someone rubbing lotion or something on my very sore ass. I groan and try to move but I'm still tied down.

"Shhh… it's okay," I hear someone say from behind me. "He's gone now."

It takes me a minute to get the strength to glance back and see who it is. I recognize the guy as one of the security guards. I'm pretty sure his name is Reece. I only met him once but I remember his name because I've heard people jokily refer to him several times as Reese's Pieces. He is white and like most of the guards he is big and looks like he just got out of the Marine Corps. You know the type, bulky muscles with a high and tight haircut.

Everywhere he touches feels like it is on fire. Even my balls feel like they took a few hits. Whatever he is rubbing on me does make it feel better though. Despite this, I still moan in pain and try to squirm around in my bonds.

"I'm sorry I had to let him paddle you so much," Reece tells me. "I was under orders from the Dean. Don't be angry with the Dean though. I think he only allowed it so that Tom could get all of that anger out of his system. The Dean did limit it to only 50 hits. Tom was going for way more than that though. I was watching from the observation room and had to run in here and pull him off you."

So, Tom is his name. Wait, did he say 50 hits!? Holy crap! I'm lucky to be alive!

"Don't worry, as long as you stay on the Dean's good side then I doubt he will let Tom near you again," Reece assures me. "If you want, I could maybe tell the Dean that Tom was trying to boss me around and refused to stop at 50 hits. That would be a bit of an exaggeration on my part but it would probably help keep Tom away from you for a long time."

As he says this, Reece rubs his lotion covered fingers up and down the crack of my ass. This is the only spot on my ass that doesn't actually hurt. In fact, his slick fingers feel kind of nice there.

"Would you like me to tell the Dean that?" Reece whispers as he pushes one of his large fingers into my asshole.

"Y…yes, please," I manage to reply.

Reece doesn't say it but his finger makes it clear that his help comes with a price. I don't know why I'm surprised. Ray likes me a lot and even he expects something in exchange for his favors. I don't even really know Reece. I swallow hard though when I hear him unzip his pants.

"Uh… can we wait and do… it another time?" I whisper. "I'm really sore."

Reece chuckles at my request. I let out a grunt when I feel him suddenly push a round sphere into my asshole. It takes me a second to remember the jawbreakers. I must have expelled them during my paddling. He pushes all four back inside.

Reece then crawls up between my legs and lines up his cock.

"Please," I beg as he starts to push his cock into me. "It hurts."

I'm not exaggerating either. It has nothing to do with the jawbreakers though. He still has all his clothes on and they are rubbing against my sore ass cheeks. The insertion is stretching the skin back there also. To make matters worse, his cock is very thick. It feels even thicker than Ray's if that is possible.

"Please, stop!" I beg louder. "It hurts too much!"

"Shhh… just accept it baby," Reece groans as he forces more of his cock inside, pushing the jawbreakers deeper as he goes.

"Owie! Owie!" I let out in pain as the thickest part of his dick forces its way into my hole.

His cock is about 8 inches [20 cm] long and seems to be shaped almost like a football or one of my plugs. It is small on top and then gets very thick toward the center and then thin again at the bottom. The thin parts are still at least 2 inches [5 cm] thick which should give you a good idea of how thick the center part is.

Once the thick part gets past my ass ring the rest of his cock suddenly shoots inside. Fuck is he thick! I thought for sure my asshole was going to rip. It hurt so much that I barely notice the discomfort of the jawbreakers suddenly being pushed deep into my cervix.

"Take it out! Take it out!" I beg.

The truth is that while I feel way overstuffed inside, his cock doesn't actually hurt that much now that he is past the thick part. However, his pants and hips are now grinding hard against my freshly paddled butt. It feels like someone is rubbing my ass with hot sand paper. To say it hurts is a major understatement.

"That's it," he whispers as he stirs his dick around inside me. "I got you knotted now baby. Just lay there and enjoy the ride."

"Owie! Owie!" I groan as he finally pulls his hips back.

The center of his dick is so thick that for a moment I fear it is stuck inside me. My ass ring pulls out away from my body at least two or three inches [5-7 cm] before it finally stretches wide enough to release his huge knot. As his cock pops free, my insides feel like they have been turned inside out. I can also feel the jawbreakers popping out of my cervix and slowly making their way back toward my hole. I'm still trying to physically and mentally recover when he starts pushing back in.

"Owie!" I grunt as the knot pops back inside and the jawbreakers go deep again.

I keep begging for him to stop but he doesn't listen. In fact, he gradually quickens his pace. It isn't long before he is drilling my hole with everything he has.

"You're really loosening up now," he grunts as he drills my hole. "I knew you would like my dick."

Being able to take his dick and liking it are two different things. He doesn't seem to care though. All he cares about is breeding my hole.

I'm sure that if Tom was here he would probably say this is what I deserve; that this is what I did to his little girl. I can see the similarities but I have it way worse. I plugged her hole once and that was it. I didn't make her have gay sex. I didn't lock her up and spank her and make her drink piss. It just isn't fair!

However, fair isn't something I should be worrying about. It is what it is. What I need to focus on is making it through this initial training. If they tell me to drink piss then I drink piss and smile while I do it. If I have to do favors for the guards to get by then so be it. If I do well then maybe I will only have to stay here for a couple more months. And when I get home I will be the bestest little girl in the whole world for daddy. Anything to keep from being locked up in here again.

Life will actually be pretty nice once I'm out of here. I will get a good education over the next few years. If I pick the Dean as my mentor then I probably won't have to worry about Tom any more either. Danielle and I might even get married someday. The Dean will still make us share his bed after we are married but it won't be that bad as long as Danielle and I are still together. It's not the perfect end to a fairytale but it is as close as I dare hope for.

"Ugh!" I hear Reece grunt as he buries himself deep and starts cumming.

He pumps me several more times before he finally pulls out. The cum covered jawbreakers are almost to my hole when they are suddenly pushed back in by my plug. I will have to take them out later. They will probably still taste okay once I lick the cum off them.

Once he has my plug in place, Reece slides to the head of the bed and lifts my head so I can lick him clean.

"Was I a good girl?" I whisper as I clean my mess. "Was I a good girl?"

The End