index


Message-ID: <27830asstr$976507803@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: sam_hartline@my-deja.com
Subject: {ASSM} Hartline Correctional Institution (humil, racism, nc, abuse, scat)
Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 23:10:03 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Please send all comments to sam_hartline@my-deja.com



Hartline Correctional Institution


Chapter One
Inspecting the Facilities


Talk about a cushy job. And a paradise for perverts. Here I was a 30-
year-old sadist fed up with life and love, with I'll admit a lot of
anger and hate in me, landing a job as a counselor and dorm monitor in
a correctional institution for girls and young women.  This was a
private school of sorts, although it was really a camp. In fact
Hartline Correctional Institution was mostly called The Camp...or The
Boot Camp...or the Boot Camp for Girls...or by us inside...Pussy
Paradise.

I didn't know then, on that first day, all I know now of course. I did
know they had hired me in spite of me losing my last job as a school
counselor for raping the ass of a sixteen year old in my office. The
little bitch was just asking for it, and finally after I'd had enough
of her flirting glances and her bragging about all the teen boys she'd
shot down, I just smacked her alongside the head, threw her over my
desk, tore down her cargo pants and slammed my nine inches up her tight
little teenage asshole. She was the cutest girl in the school by far.
And  that cunt was tight and moist and sweet. I mean what the fuck was
I supposed to do? The tough little shit would come and visit me every
fucking day.  She knew I was hot for her ass, and she used to play with
me sadistically.  She would spread her young legs, wink and smile, all
the while going on about her twat friends. Most of you know teenage
girls like this, and you know how they just ask for it.  Well, I gave
it to her.  I'll never forget her moist pink pucker and how it
stretched around my prick while the fucking cunt squealed like a stuck
pig. I could have been  hurting her for life...fucking up her
mind...well, too fucking bad. I had a hard on that needed relief.

Well the boys at Hartline liked what I had to offer because they got me
off the hook and offered me this job to boot.  "We need somebody who
knows how to properly treat those fucking animals..."  was how Dr. Hill
put it. They paid off whomever they had to 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 who 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 ofcloth...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 asif 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, wretching 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 partucularly 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...submissives 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 aroung 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 kick boxing tournament in the gymnasium.  Stop by if you can.
Our kick boxing 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 willalways 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 dildoin 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 uncetain 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 hapening?

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, 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 knicked 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...pllleeeeasssse!"  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 slimespot.

"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 alot.

"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  big headed 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 scambled 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 aroundfor 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 asslips right on the glass lips of the bottle. Next she
gruntedand 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 prefuck from my pisshole,
her young mouth was awash in dickslime. 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  expertease.  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 blow job 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 thats 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'sright...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 boundries I shouldn't...oh
well, they'd just have to tell me.  But I found out that there were few
boundries...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
embarassment 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 embarassed.  "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
famlies...girls nobody wanted.  And I was the new school counselor. It
was my job to help these fresh young pieces of fuckmeat 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 theysang...."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
prefucked 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 afternon, but I knew I really
should continue my explorative tour. As I left the girls were
fingerfucking their own young tight asses while they sang, and the prop
girl for the choir was setting up ten nine-inch dildoes 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 funbags. 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 cloth 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 enema's 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 race
car 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 littlegirl'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 facecunt.  Some men prefer facecunt 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 cumdump 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 soapwater 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
cocktube 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 asstube. Then I released the
flow clamps.  Now at last the girl could shit out the soapy asswater
clogging her and bloating her tummy.  The only thing was that the very
same shitslop would go through the tube and be deposited in her mouth.
She'd be forced to keep swallowing her own shitwater 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 shitwater.  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 shitflow. 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
fucksnot up her nostrils...adding to her discomfort.  She could only
breath through her nose and now she breathed in fuckscum. 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.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+