VITAMIN SHOTS

BY BANDERSON

[ part 2 ]

Kathy, at twelve-and-a-half, had just taken her sixth dose of the medicine and was thus moving into phase two of her conversion into a sexual slut who would serve anyone. Her mother, Rebecca, like Diane, was a first-generation mother at Henderson. She was twenty-nine, having gotten pregnant with Kathy when she was sixteen. She had had a difficult birth and that’s when Dr. McArne had decided to raise the age of First Birth to seventeen. He wanted to give the girls’ hips another year to develop.

Because of this, Rebecca had only one other child, a boy aged nine named David. That pregnancy had been difficult as well, and the doctor ordered her to remain on the pill from that point on. He didn’t want any of his special women harmed.

Like most of the women, Rebecca had a main master, a younger man named Robert, although she would obey anyone. Kathy had grown up thinking it was normal to see her mother do Robert’s bidding, whether it was fetching him drinks or sucking his cock – nothing surprised her anymore.

When they were out shopping, Kathy had also seen her mother suddenly pressed up against a wall and be fucked by other “brothers” of the commune. At first, she had been alarmed, but Rebecca had clearly enjoyed it. She had explained to the young girl, “Don’t worry, you’ll know just how wonderful this is one day soon.”

That day was fast approaching. Since she had begun receiving the shots or suppositories, Kathy could think of nothing else but sex. Her efforts to masturbate were limited by rule, so she remained frustrated much of the time. She watched with interest now whenever her mother was being fucked, even squatting down to get a close up look of the brother’s cock sliding into her mother’s wet pussy. Yet other than regular touching and stroking, no one had approached her except Robert, and he rubbed her far more infrequently than she needed. Since her mother’s master – he wasn’t her dad but she thought of him that way – seemed to know all the answers, she asked him one night at the dinner table. Sex was a common topic and all questions were encouraged. It helped the men of the commune gauge the readiness of their girls to become sex slaves.

“Dad?”

He corrected her at once. “Don’t forget, sweetie, now you call me Master. Remember, you’re six months into your training.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. Master, can you tell me when I’ll be ready to do what Mom does?”

“Soon, my pet. How are your lessons going?” He could feel his cock hardening in his pants already. He looked up at Rebecca, who was staring at her plate, a slight smile on her face. She never spoke unless asked a direct question.

“Oh, great. Sister Paige let me have an orgasm yesterday!”

“That’s great, honey. How did she do it?”

“She paired me up with Cindy. We went up to the front of the class and rubbed each other ‘til we came.”

“How did it feel?”

“Woooonderful,” she cooed, adding immediately, “but not as good as with you, of course. But it was very nice. I want to do it again.”

“Sure. How about after dinner?”

Kathy’s eyes went wide. This was a major step once the six-month period had been crossed. Up until the program started, girls had been allowed to masturbate in private anytime they wanted, but few did. But once they began her series of shots and their itch grew, adults had controlled their orgasms. At first, the girls did without. Each night, the girls would go to bed with their wrists tied to the headboard or strapped to leather belts around their waists. Having an orgasm became a rare treat, even as their need grew. If they were “good girls” and learned their lessons well, they were allowed release. And then, they could only climax in front of others or at the hand of another. If they were found masturbating on their own, they were called “bad girls” and giving spankings, which tended to further inflame them. Worse than the punishments was being denied future orgasms until they could learn to behave. It was a rare girl who didn’t blackslide now and then, so nearly all Masters were given the chance to swat a cute butt with a cane or crop.

This was often performed on the front porch or on the lawn, so other neighbors could stop and watch. The girl would be strapped into the “spanking post,” which consisted of a wooden devise with four adjustable legs and rounded at the top. The girl would be forced to stand naked facing the post, her arms behind her back while it was adjusted to her height. When the legs were locked into position, she was led to it and bent over until her head hung over the other side. She would then be strapped into position, her legs slightly apart. It would seem to be humiliating to the girls, but many were so horny by this time that accepting the cane or the crop was almost as good as an orgasm. The master would stand to the side, instrument in hand, and ask the girl to tell the gathering crowd why she was being punished. She’d have to confess that she masturbated without permission and everyone would tsk audibly.

The master would then announce how many strokes would be given, usually between five and twenty, depending on the severity of the offense. The girl would have to call out the number and declare: “My orgasms are up to my master!” after each one. If they were lucky, their master would come up behind them and rub them to a quick climax afterward. If not, they’d have to endure more days of “pussy humping” – the name given to the peculiar action of a very horny teen girl. As they walked, they’d suddenly hump the air, as if an unseen hand were stroking their clits. It always amused the adults and it showed just how eager they were for sex.

As the months went by, the girls would be beside themselves. Something that seemed only partially interesting when they had been eleven suddenly consumed their every waking moment – and even gave them vivid dreams when they slept. They grew antsy and eager to please – anything to be allowed a rare climax.

As their frustrations grew, their outfits shrank – another commune rule. The full-length dresses and panties that most of the younger girls wore gave way to short skirts and revealing tops. They were allowed underwear up until they were thirteen, but during the last six months of their shots, they were given the option. Doing without often caused them great embarrassment, yet most chose to forgo them long before their thirteenth birthday. They quickly learned to like the feeling of being naked underneath their short skirts. They were used to seeing skimpy outfits on their mothers and other women in the commune, so most quickly got over their embarrassment. Today, for example, Kathy was wearing a flared skirt that came down to mid-thigh and a sheer blouse that showed the outline of her budding breasts and her nipples, which always seemed to be erect. She had worn no panties for several days and was just now getting used to it.

“Really? Oh, that’d be wonderful!” Two orgasms in two days! That was shocking! She ate the rest of her dinner quickly and had to wait nervously for the others. Afterward, she and her mother cleared away the dishes. Her brother, David, went into the living room with Robert. She came out, her face hot, her body electric. “I’m all done, Master,” she said, proud that she remembered to call him by his proper name.

“Good. Stand there, in the middle of the room and remove your clothes.”

This request was not unusual. Her teacher had tried to make the girls felt comfortable displaying themselves, despite their awkwardness over their growing bodies. Although it humiliated her to do it in front of her younger brother, Kathy’s need for a climax drove her on and she stripped down and stood, waiting for her orders. A sheen of wetness could be seen below her naked mons, which the girls kept shaved or waxed at all times from age twelve on. Another one of the commune’s rules.

Robert was pleased. At twenty-eight, he was always horny and seeing Kathy naked excited him. Without any embarrassment, he unzipped his pants and took out his stiff cock. He noted how Kathy’s eyes were immediately drawn to it. She licked her lips. She waited nervously, torn between her embarrassment and her need to climax. Her pussy tingled and her legs twitched. She pussy humped the air a few times. “Are you ready?”

Kathy nodded, expecting him to give her permission and imagined how her fingers would feel on her little love button.

“Good. David, go rub your sister until she comes.”

Kathy’s eyes shot open wide. “Daddy! No!”

Robert shook his head sadly. “Wow, that’s two mistakes in one sentence!”

She knew immediately what she had done – she had called him Daddy and she refused his order. She hung her head.

“David, go get the paddle.” He jumped up eagerly to obey. When he returned with the paddle, Robert made him sit down on the couch. He turned to Kathy. “Now, since you refused to obey my order that involved David, I’m going to let him administer the punishment.” Kathy’s mouth fell open and she almost protested. Then her mouth snapped shut and she trudged forward. With Robert’s help, she was positioned over David’s small legs, her naked ass up in the air.

“Now David,” she heard her Master say, “I want you to give your sister ten good swats with the paddle.”

“Yes, sir!” he said happily and began to hit her quickly.

“Whoa, slow down, kid!” Robert encouraged him. “Make her feel each one.”

He nodded and struck her more slowly each time. Kathy jerked with every blow. By the time he reached five, she was crying – at ten, she was sobbing and promising to be good.

She expected that Robert would put her hands in restraints and send her to her room, denying her orgasm for another day. But he viewed this opportunity as a lesson for David as well as her.

“David,” he said. “Once you finish administering punishment to a girl, you need to rub the pain away. Here, let me show you.” He stepped close and took the boy’s wrist and rubbed his palm over the girl’s reddened ass. “And be sure to get in between too. Use your fingers. Kathy, spread your legs.”

She obeyed, eyes opening wide as she felt her brother’s fingers stroking her very wet slit. She was mortified, but it also felt very, very good. She began to breathe more audibly.

“Now, observe how she’s reacting. See how she’s relaxing and kind of settling more into your lap?”

David nodded, watching how much his sister seemed to enjoy his actions.

“That’s how a girl climbs up to an orgasm. Just keep doing that.” Her heart leapt! She would be allowed one after all! Her shame was washed away as David kept stroking her, taking her higher and higher. Oh, gosh, she thought, oh my gosh, oh my gosh…

“That’s enough, David.”

His hand pulled away immediately.

“Ohhhh! Dad—I mean, Master, please!” She was so close!

“What was that?”

“Please, please, Master! Let me come!”

“You had your chance. Now get up.”

Shaking, she struggled to her feet, feeling the potential orgasm leach from her legs and stomach. Dammit! It wasn’t fair! Tears came to her eyes.

“You want to see how it’s done properly?” Robert asked. “Rebecca, stand in the middle of the room and strip.”

Her mother, who had been standing quietly in the corner, came forward at once and slipped off her clothes. She stood naked, waiting.

“David, go rub your mother until she comes. Just like you did on Kathy.”

David went forward carefully, like he was afraid he might do it wrong. Rebecca merely spread her legs apart to give him access. His fingers fumbled at her slit, making her flinch. She said nothing.

“Here, I’ll show you how. Stand there in front.” Robert went around behind her and reached around to rest his middle finger along the wet slit between her legs. “Watch carefully. You need to bring this wetness up toward her clit. Have you learned about the clit yet?”

“Uh, no sir,” he said, peering closely at his naked mother’s pussy.

“Well, consider this your very first lesson. That’s where the center of a woman is. See, you have to be gentle. It helps if you do it from behind, although once you learn, you can do it from any side.” His movements were having their effect on Rebecca. Her mouth came ajar and her breathing deepened.

“See how she’s reacting the same way as Kathy?”

David nodded.

“That’s because girls are all the same, whether they are twelve or eighty-two.”

The boy’s face wrinkled, thinking that an old woman would react like this. Because the commune was only fifteen years old, there were no old women. But there were a few original members in their forties. Rebecca was making small noises in her throat. Like all commune women, she was encouraged, even trained to be vocal. It was not uncommon to hear shouts and cries emanating from an open window or an alleyway, where a woman was reaching her treasured climax.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! God, Master, oh god!”

Even Kathy was transfixed by the sight. That could’ve been her! She resolved to do better next time.

Her mother climaxed and her knees buckled. Robert held her up easily and then let her slowly sink to the floor. She was babbling her thanks and he kissed her on the cheek.

“Thank you, my dear. Now go lay over the arm of the couch.”

Everyone knew what that meant – they had seen Robert fuck their mother many times – sex was not something hidden away at the commune. She got up at once, her face bright. To Kathy, it wasn’t fair. Mom was going to get another orgasm! And she’d had none!

They watched as Robert plowed her quickly from behind, finally shouting as his seed erupted inside her. Rebecca came again as well, her voice rising two octaves.

Robert pulled out and when Rebecca turned immediately and dropped to her knees to suck off his cock, he put a hand on her head, preventing her. He went and sat on the couch, his cock flopping out from his pants.

“Kathy,” he said.

Kathy practically ran to Robert and dropped to her knees. She had not yet sucked a cock, but she wasn’t about to react like a bad girl again! She opened her mouth and took it in as best she could, sucking eagerly at the slimy juices, making sure not to grimace.

“Good girl,” he said. “You’re being a real good girl. Now get up on your knees.”

She complied not sure why.

“David, I want you to kneel behind her and rub her pussy, just like I showed you. Be gentle!”

Kathy nearly cried with relief as she felt her brother’s hand on her tormented pussy. She kept slurping away at Robert’s cock, feeling David’s fingers stroking her. He had learned quickly, for his touch was gentle. She soon forgot it was her creepy little brother and started to climb up toward relief.

“Oh! Oh Master! Oh!” she cried out around the end of his cock. Robert patted her head and said, “Will you be a good girl from now on?”

“Oh! Oh, yes Master! Oh! Oh gosh! Oh! Oh!” She shuddered and came, feeling her thighs draw together. Her body shook and the cock in her mouth slipped free.

Kathy was a very happy girl and she promised to always listen to what her Master asked her to do.