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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is the training room?"

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

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

Chapter Two: My First Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sixteen, sir."

"And how long have you been at Hartline?"

"A year, sir."

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

"Nine or ten times..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned to look at my fellow teacher.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Three: Cleaning Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sir!" she said barely glancing up.

"What are you writing so industriously?"

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

"What's the paper about, Kelly?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End