DB Day 40 Shipped out

2046 The Denali Brotherhood

by Alexander Martin
Day 40 - Shipped out

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Story Codes: Mdom, Mg, ped, unnatural bondage, reluct

WARNING: The events and characters of this story are absolutely true and this sad, sick tragedy will inevitably unfold just this way, unless of course, you manage to learn something from it and nurture some compassion for the contradictions of the human condition.

Summary: Timond concludes his work with Ginger and dispenses her to her next owner(s).

Characters

Brother Diller: dock manager, soft spoken

Khan: 19 year old Thai visiting boy, excellent English

Timond:17 year old boy, a natural (naturals were born from cult females)

Ginger (Karen) : 11 yr old girl, a convert

(converts are people who were not born into the cult)

Mr. Spitz: father of Kitty

Kitty: 9 year old curly blond fuck bitch

Brother Willy: Works in shipping

#2326 Day 40: 10:10 in Novum school shipping dock

"They are shipping the bitch out you've been training a couple of days earlier than expected. Sometimes new converts get kind of squirrelly when being crated. That's why I wanted you here. Sorry to disrupt your rehearsal this morning. You brought her with you right? Where is she?" Brother Diller was directing the loading of cargo carriers destined for Asia.

"One of the transport guys wanted to use her for his 'break time'. Seems like it always happens to be their break time when I have bitches down on the dock," Timond said raising an eyebrow. "I didn't know there was any urgency. Last I saw, he had her over a crate parking his beef bus in tuna town. If you need her right now, I can just send him up to the Lounge for his 'break'."

"No. No rush." The Brother had a big breasted woman kneeling in front of him. "Those transport guys really do like getting assignments to Denali." He was slipping what looked like a harness over her head, cinching it tight, adjusting the various straps. When he was satisfied with the fit, he wiped some tears from her cheeks with a tissue. Then he pulled down his zipper and pulled out is cock and sack. "Nah, no hurry. It won't leave till we finish... Suck sweetheart," he said putting his hand on the back of her head. "I'm going to miss this one. I spent some time pounding this ass. She was on my favorites list. Nothing like a natural with a comfortable trunk." The woman kissed each ball then began to suckle his meat with gentle eagerness.

Brother Diller looked up at Timond, "You know, word is, some of these carriers are being fitted for space elevator transport from Bangkok. Your little bitch might make it up to the Rings before we do."

"Wow. Really? That can't be. I thought it was all under construction..."

Their conversation was interrupted when a large man with commune tattoos on his arm came into the shipping crate section holding the hand a small naked little girl with long curly blond locks. Brother Diller could tell right away that her skin had been oiled which meant she had probably already been inspected. He could also tell she was upset with little sobs and tears running down her oily cheeks. He knew his coworker Brother Willy well enough to know that he was not good at handling children, unless he was buggering one strapped in a breeding frame.

Pushing the woman's head away from his wet cock, Brother Diller spoke directly to the tearful girl, "Well hello, sweety. This must be my little one. And look at you. You look so pretty today. I love those cute curls."

The man answered for her, "That's right, I'm Spitz and my little girl is looking pretty for her new cock masters. She's a little anxious but we're pretty excited, aren't we, Kitty?"

The girl made another sobbing inhale, looked down and nodded her head.

Brother Diller looked at Mr. Spitz, "We expected the details to just remain between us. We've found there can be a lot of anxiety around these changes."

"Yeah, that was the plan but Brother Willy was a little bit too talkative and some of us got a little emotional. Anyway he already did a pretty thorough inspection," the tall man said, pulling her closer and putting his arm around her, "He said you would give her a final check and do the final ... uh positioning."

Brother Diller in quiet voice to Timond, "Watch and learn, Brother to be." Timond folded his arms and leaned back against a cargo box.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Brother Diller looked down at her smiling.

The girl looked down trying to escape his eyes. Pursing her lips, "Kitty." Then looking up at her companion, the girl whined, "Daddy, please, please, can't you ..."

Her daddy suddenly glared down. Grabbing the back of her neck, "Now listen, are you going to embarrass me in front of the Brother? We had this discussion already and I am not going to have you acting like some fussy convert bitch."

Lowering his voice a bit, "You know there is not going to be any place for you to sleep tonight. Daddy's getting two new little girls coming in this afternoon, and you are going to have a new daddy to take care of you with lots of new sisters. And you are going show them what a good little bitch you've learned to be. No more talking."

She looked at the floor, but her sobbing got a little louder. Mr. Spitz and Brother Diller looked at each other and Brother Diller gave a wink and a nod.

Diller crouched down in front of her. "Mmmm, nice little titties. Looks like to me your little girl has been eating a lot of cum, daddy, to have nice little titties like that." Brother Diller flipped each with his index finger.

"She's a good girl," the man replied, "She does what she's told. She's my best little cum slut aren't you dear?"

Smoothing her hair, Brother Diller spoke to her, "Ok pretty one, let's have one last look at your cunt. Mr. Timond, we would be appreciative if, while you are waiting for the transport man to shoot his wad, you could give us a hand with this little cutie here."

Timond followed as Brother Diller took her free arm and directed her with Mr. Spitz to the part of the dock with several machines. Most rose to about the height of a man's crotch and a little longer than tall but the flat top was only about 20 centimeters wide. There were two were smaller rising only about knee high. Each had a padded flat top and wheels on the bottom. Brother Diller directed the girl to the smallest one in the row, "We have something over here just your size sweetheart. Now sit down here on this bench and, Daddy and Mr. Timond, if you two help her layback and steady her? We don't want her falling off. I want to look at that pretty little pussy." The two men pushed her back and Mr. Spitz stood at one side while she looked up at him hoping to catch his eye. Mr. Timond was on her other side holding her hand and arm across her chest. Brother Diller pulled a clean speculum from his belt and knelt between her legs.

"Spread please. Daddy, Mr. Timond please hold her knees up and help her spread. Keep her steady."

"What Form are you in, Kitty? I forgot."

The girl didn't answer at first but continued to sob. Mr. Spitz spoke sternly, the Brother asked you a question."

"Form 4," she muttered in a resentful voice.

"Oh you're a big girl. You're, what 12?"

"Nine. Ooooh," she said jerking a little as speculum spread. "That's cold," she whined.

"I know sweety. Hold still. Nine? This is a such a pretty pussy for a nine year old," Brother Diller said using the speculum to give it a second check inside.

"What do you say?" said her father holding her knees.

"Thank you, sir," the girl whispered.

"You think your daddy will let me fuck it if I ask really nice?" he said pulling a blue plastic package out from a cubby in the machine.

"No. Sometimes men fuck my bum, but my daddy says his pussy's still too little."

"So how about your boyfriends at school. You got any of those?" he asked as he removed the plastic package from a very small catheter tube attached to a small blue bottle.

The girl's sobbing had quieted with her attention to the conversation. "Yeah, they fuck me a lot. A lot of times after their classes, they get me out of the gym and they take me up to the Form lounge and do me there. Ronny says I got the hottest cunt. He really likes me."

"Well those boys are sure lucky to get to use this little honey pot," he said spreading her cunt lips to find her tiny urethra. Then lining up the small tube with her urethra, "Is Ronny a good fucker?"

"Yeah sometimes, but Bobby's the best," the girl replied.

"Ok daddy, hold our little girl steady." He began to thread the tiny catheter in. "Good girl. Just relax now. This'll just take a second. ... So, does that feel good when the boys fuck daddy's pussy?"

"Yeah, I guess, ... ouch, sometimes," the girl gripped the man's arms. The girl whispered, "Daddy, what's he doing?"

Brother Diller tried to put on his most reassuring tone in his voice, "I'll be finished here in a second, sweetheart. Be good girl and hold still."

"So tell me, Kitty, you're only 9. Can the boys make you cum?" he asked threading the catheter farther in.

She considered the question, "Yeah, a little ... once in a while."

"My girl here's been having orgasms since she was 7 or 8. She's an early bloomer," Mr. Spitz added showing some pride.

"Daddy, makes me cum really, really good sometimes when he puts me to bed," she said looking up at Mr. Spitz who gave a quick smile back. "He's the best daddy."

"That's really good for a girl who's only 9. Ok ... well ... tell you what... if you're a really good girl today, and do exactly as your told; we're going to give you the best cummy ever. How's that sound?" he said as he finished the insertion he squeezed the little bottle and the tube turned blue.

The girl said, "Daddy, I gotta pee pee."

"We'll take care of that in just a few minutes, sweety," Brother Diller said, moving to her anus with the speculum. "Daddy, I want to fuck this. This is such a pretty butthole. Let me look inside. Ooo daddy, I see why you like to fuck this little patootie. ... Ok, daddy, looks good." Putting his tools away, Brother Diller got to his feet, "Ok, sweety, stand up for us now." Pulling another package from the machine's storage cubby Brother Diller said, "Shit." Then another, "Shit. Shit."

At that moment Brother Willy came around the corner with Timond's little blond in tow.

She was almost flailing, "This man says I have to get ready for transport! What does he mean?"

"What?" Timond was taken back by her behavior, "Are you speaking to me?"

"There was a man who was fucking me, then this guy came up and made him stop and he said I should get ready for transport. Where are we going?" Her agitation was increasing.

Timond looked at Brother Diller. The Brother rolled his eyes and muttered to Timond, "The Brother is batting two for two today."

Timond gave the girl a severe look, "Bitch up tight and pray." She stared at him, "I said bitch up tight, arms extended. ... Now!" She complied going down, folding over onto her knees, face on the concrete floor, and arms reaching out beyond her head.

In a cold voice Timond said, "Now, listen. Any more questions will mean a mark on your ass. You will follow Brother Diller's instructions. Is that clear?"

She tentatively nodded her head even though her face was on the dirty concrete floor.

"Thank you, Mr. Timond," Brother Diller said. Turning to Brother Willy, "Brother, it appears you have made some stocking mistakes with the equipment for Mr. Spitz's girl. The tubing, dosage vials, nutrient bags and all are adult sizes. Let me suggest that I do the prep with Mr. Timond's girl and you correct machine's stocking. Agreed?"

Brother Willy shrugged, "Sorry... yeah, ok, I'll be right back." Looking at Kitty, "You bitch tight and don't make any trouble." Then he launched himself to the supply room.

Mr. Spitz took his little girl's hand, "Deary, while we're waiting for Brother Willy, I would rather you give me some service." He unzipped and pulling out his cock and balls, sat down on the girl's transport machine. Pointing to the floor in front of himself, "Kneel."

The girl leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Daddy, I gotta pee pee."

"Brother Willy will be back in a jiff and we'll take care of your toilet needs real quick. In the meantime, you need to do what Daddy just instructed." Brother said placing a hand on her shoulder, "Remember my promise about the best cummy for a good girl." The girl looked up at him, then went down diligently on her father's cock.

Brother Diller gave Timond a thumbs up, then he reached down under Ginger's arm and pulled her up, "Ok, now that that's settled ... Stand up and come with me kiddo." He directed her to the next machine that was the same smaller size. "Now first, I want you took take off that pretty little skirt and top you've got on. We don't want to mess that up. We want to keep that nice. Mr. Timond will save it for you, won't you, Mr. Timond?"

"That's right. Let me help," Timond said kneeling down and pulling her skirt off and down around her ankles. At the same time Brother Diller pulled her thin see-through top off over her head and handed it to Timond.

"And let's get these hose off too," he said kneeling down to help Timond remove the reddish brown nylon hose she wore. "I want to look at ever little bit of my girl here." The rolled the hose off of her thighs and down. "I'm kind of sorry to be taking these off, they're so pretty and sexy. Bet you had to fuck a whole bunch of boys to get these, huh Ginger?"

"Two Brothers," Ginger answered nonchalantly.

Diller glanced at Timond and winked. "That'll do it. Ok, step out."

Ginger looked down and stepped out of the hose as the men stood and Diller turned to the cabinet behind him.

"Brother Diller usually does the older ones and I get to do the pretty little girls like this one." Pulling rubber gloves from a box on a near utility table and slipping them on, Brother Diller picked up a bottle sitting next to the frame. Looking at Ginger, "I'm going to look you over really good, sweetheart," he said smiling as he pulled the rubber gloves tight. "Do you think Mr. Timond's going to let me fuck you when we finish?"

Ginger looked down at his crotch to see if his dick was out, which it wasn't but it looked like it might be partially hard already. Then she looked up at Mr. Timond waiting for his response.

"Brother Diller, you can fuck my girl anytime you want," he put his hand on her blond hair and smoothed it down her back. "Can't he, Ginger?"

"Sure," she said looking back at him. He was not looking at her anymore though, but rather riffling through the cabinet. She could see #2326 MTO on the label.

Next he stepped more behind her and put his hand behind her elbow, "Good girl. Now, let's check you out. Display please, hands on your head."

Looking up at Timond, she spread her legs put her hands on her head.

Brother Diller ran his hand down her back looking at it carefully. His left hand held the bottle, spraying after each careful examination; his left hand smoothed the thin oil out onto her skin. The process continued examining, spraying, smoothing, examining under her arms, down her legs. Both men could see the thin little hairs on her legs. When the Brother arrived at her first ass cheek he stopped and pointed to a thin scar with his gloved finger, "Is this new?"

Timond looking closely, "No, she's always had that."

Brother Diller moved directly behind her, "Spread more please, uhh..." looking at Timond.

"Spread your legs a little wider, Ginger," Timond said. The girl widened her stance.

"Good. Now Ginger, bend over some. Mr. Timond can you help her please."

Standing beside her, Timond put one hand on her chest and then pushed her forward, "Bend at the waist so the Brother can see your asshole better."

Brother Diller spread her butt cheeks examining each carefully, then, from a holster on his belt, putting down the bottle he pulled out a flashlight and with the other hand retrieved a speculum and inserted it into her anus. At this the girl inhaled quickly. "Yeah, this is why I like the little girls."

Still sitting on the next machine, Mr. Spitz talked to his girl, "Lower, deary. You know I like that sensitive place right in front of my bung. ... lower. Aaah there yeah. Clean it good."

Brother Diller moved the speculum and flashlight to different angles, "Just relax, Ginger. This won't take long. How's her anal fucking been?"

"Good. Never a problem," Timond replied.

"She has a good spread, very accommodating," commented Brother Diller squeezing the speculum a little tighter. "For 11, right?"

"Yeah, she's 11."

The examination went on for some time. Occasionally they stopped and discussed some flaw, mole, birthmark or aspect of her body. During the vaginal inspection that involved her bitching down on the frame's board, and a description of the progress of her vaginal fucking the last couple of weeks, Ginger was completely quiet and compliant. She listened as they discussed her willingness and how she had developed an eagerness for being fucked. Ginger felt proud of Mr. Timond and how she had pleased him. She was pretty certain from this Brother's admiring tone he would want to use her before she had to got to the party they were obviously preparing her for. When it was visible she kept checking out his crotch to see if he had pulled his crank out for her to work on and was disappointed each time.

For his part, Mr. Spitz was keeping little Kitty busy, "Ok use your hands, deary. Pump me now... no keep working with your mouth too."

Brother Diller concluded, "Now comes the delicate part." The Brother pulled a small plastic package from the side of the machine and unpacked a small clear tube with a little blue bottle attached to the end. "Ok, sweety, display wide. Show me that pretty pussy. You know how I like little girls' pussies. Mr. Timond, could you hold her knees for me please. I need her steady for this."

Timond reached over and pulled her thighs apart then held her wide under her knees. "Steady up, bitch," he said firmly.

"Thank you. ... uummm so pretty, that's yummy and it's got that cummy smell from your last boyfriend. Ok, we're going to remove your little friend here." From his belt he pulled a pair of pliers and quickly clipped and removed her tiny clit ring. The girl jumped a little. Ginger suddenly felt a nervous tenge that something was wrong. "Hold now, steady," Diller said as he picked up the small blue tubed bottle and spread her outer lips with his gloved fingers to find her urethra. Then he pointed the little tube at the girls small hole and began to thread it in. "Good girl, steady."

"Ah," Ginger moved her pelvis slightly in response to what felt to be a pinch.

"Stay still. Let the man take care of his business," Timond said with a calm, firm tone.

"Ok," she replied quietly staring at her Mr. Timond's chin. Ginger associated "taking care of business" with a man making cum for which had been repeatedly trained to accommodate regardless of what weirdness was going on.

"This'll feel a little uncomfortable at first but we'll get you more comfortable here pretty quick." When the tube was adequately in her urethra, he squeezed the small blue bottle, "Feel like you have to pee, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," she squeaked.

"Ok, well take care of that in just a few minutes. Now I need you to stand up please, Ginger. We got one more here."

The girl was relieved that, whatever they were doing, was apparently almost done. But Brother Diller pulled out his pliers again, "Head back, sweety." Timond pushed his girl's forehead back and held the back of Ginger's neck while Brother Diller snipped the tiny nose ring and dropped it in the trash.

Ginger really did not like this. She made a muffled noise but Timond shushed her.

"Head forward, Ginger, and Mr. Timond please release her collar. We need to replace it with a transport collar," said Brother Diller fingering her collar. Timond removed the small remote that dangled from the chain around his next and did a special sequence that caused the collar to click. When her heard the collar click in back, Brother Diller pulled it off.

"Oh please, Mr. Timond, please don't. That feels weird," the blond girl whined.

"Yeah, I bet it does. We're going to replace it right away though, sweety. It's ok," Brother Diller said handing the old collar to Timond who placed it in a pouch on his belt.

"Mr. Timond, I feel naked. Please can I have your old collar," the girl looked up with pleading eyes. "Please? I'll be very good."

"Ginger, just wait a second and be quiet," Timond said putting his around the back of her neck thinking it would reassure her.

Fetching a black collar from the side of the transport machine, Brother Diller slipped it around her neck and handed it's remote to Timond, "This one has a very specialized pharmaceutical setup, including OZ-46 for preteen transports. It's ... uh ... intense." Timond slipped the lanyard around his neck again. The girl seemed to relax a little.

"Ok next, the gastro tube," Brother Diller said pulling a long clear tube from it's package. "Head back again, sweetheart, last time. Help her hold her head back, Mr. Timond." Brother Diller began to insert the tube into her nose. "A little more back.... Good, now just relax. It feels weird but it won't hurt you." He pushed it in farther and farther, "Ok now you're going to feel it in the back of your throat. I want you to swallow." Pushing in more, "Swallow... swallow ... Just pretend it's a skinny little cock fucking your throat right through that pretty nose. Hold her steady. Swallow, Ginger."

Timond tried to help, "Swallow, Ginger. The little cocky is going down. Swallow for me." Brother Diller continued encouraging, "Swallow more. Keep swallowing..." To the girl's surprise almost all the long tube was down her nose and esophagus.

Finally with only a short length left hanging from her nose Brother Diller said, "Ok, good girl. Head forward. Anything hurt?" She shook her head and, feeling the tube in her throat, grabbed Timond's hand looked up at him with tears. Brother Diller put his hand on her arm, "Take a deep breath for me ... now exhale. Good girl." He rubbed her head.

Brother Willy came strolling down the hall with a cigarette in one hand and the packages in the other arm. It was at that moment that Mr. Spitz busted his nut. Grabbing his little girl's blond curls he held the little girl's face to his crotch, "Hold bitch," he grunted. She coughed a little, then when he pushed her had back, she tried to move as much semen onto her tongue as she could and sat with her mouth open and tongue extended. A small dab of jism was on it, with the rest presumably down her throat.

Brother Diller looked down at Spitz's girl, "Just in time sweetheart. Brother Diller needs you do some things for him. When Mr. Spitz has collected himself, his girl already has her catheter in. So if you two would just get her tummy tube in she'll be ready to mount. Agreeable?"

"Yep," he nodded. He threw his cigarette and a cleaning bot shot out from a little door to pick it up. Then after putting the packages down next to the smallest machine, he unpackaged the long tube and turned to the little curly blond, "Ok swallow your daddy's cum bitch, and stand here." She closed her mouth and slowly got up to stand in front of Brother Willy. He stepped to her side, reached around her head grabbing chin, "Head back," Pulling her head back he cradled her head in his arm and began inserting the tube in her nose. The small nine year old was inclined to struggle against the intrusion, and she put her hands on the arm that held her head, but Brother Willy had a firm grip and a strong arm. Mr. Spitz sat and coached from his seat on her machine, "Hold still, deary. Let the Brother do his job."

Ginger stood with the tube hanging from her nose and watched the struggle. Brother Diller and Timond looked at each other. Brother Diller rolled his eyes, then turned his attention to Timond's girl, "Now we're going to make you more comfortable, Ginger," to Timond, "Let's get her on the transport frame." With Timond on one side and Brother Diller on the other, they each took one of her hands, and with their other hand directed her shoulder down. "Now, Ginger, I want you to bitch up, and put your tummy on this flat part on top." Ginger looked at where he was directing her. It was where she had laid to get the little tube stuck in her crotch and she felt like nothing fun was going to come of it. It looked like a box with machine stuff under it and it reminded her of the machines they would put her on in the gym that would poke her and stretch her and do all kinds of unpleasant things they called "training". But she felt reassured that Mr. Timond was here for this training, so glancing up at him she put her knees on some pads on either side of the machine and laid her chest and stomach down on the flat, padded top.

"Good. Good," Brother Diller said, patting her ass crack then adjusting her knees. "Put your hands right here and push up just about. I need to see your titties." He reached under the machine and pulled out a cord connected to the machine with heavy clip on the end. "Now this is going to feel a little pinch at first but you'll get used to it." He pushed up on her shoulder and with his other hand found her little tits hanging down. He attached the clip to the tit nearest to him.

"Ow."

"Mr. Timond, can you get the one on your side?"

"Yeah, I see it," he said pulling it out and up to the girl's chest. With his other hand he pinched and teased the tit's nipple a bit to bring it more erect so the clamp would get a better hold. Her tits hung down and looked bigger this way, making her look like a teenager. Timond thought about how her little tits and grown some since her arrival only about 5 weeks ago. He wondered if it was encouraged by the sexualization, or just natural growth, or perhaps the chemicals she often received from her collar. Maybe that old myth they often promoted to the young ones about eating semen makes the breasts grow was actually true. She had eaten semen generously. He snapped the clip on to the nipple.

"Eii" was her reaction but she stayed calm and in position.

Brother Diller put his hand on her back. "Now lay down. Relax. Get comfortable." There was an open space below her little tits and she felt the wires leading to them retract as she rested her weight on the surface. She looked over at Timond and said in an almost whisper, "Mr. Timond, I still need to pee."

Brother Diller patted her ass again, "We know honey. We haven't forgotten. We just have a few more things to do then we'll get to that."

Brother Diller said to her, "Sweety, move your butt back a little. Ok." To Timond he said, "Put her hands on these." Directing her hand to a small peg, "Grip this, Ginger. Hold tight." She gripped the pegs with her ringed fingers and he locked each wrist in place.

Brother Diller put his hand behind her knee pushing forward with his hand, "Knees a little more forward. Good. Now put her foot on this pad right here. The lock is right here." Brother Diller clicked her ankle into place. Timond snapped the ankle lock on his side.

She was now crouched over the machine, laying on its top, with her knees bent. To Timond, it look like she was low riding a motorcycle with tiny wheels.

Pulling a circular, padded ring from the front of the machine and locking it into place, the Brother said, "Now put your face right in here." He pushed her head down, "Good girl." Brother Diller began a process of strapping her in solidly, a belt over her head, another over her waist, straps holding down her knees, so that she was totally immobile.

"All right, your just doing great, Ginger," he said patting her ass again. From a compartment in the machine, the Brother pulled out a pair of headphones and covered the ears. For himself, he pulled out a headset with a microphone. "Ok, Ginger, hear me?"

"Yeah. Can I please talk to Mr. Timond, please?" she replied with a shaky voice.

"Not right now, sweetheart. He's busy. Look at the screen in front of you, Ginger. What do you see?" Brother Diller covered his mike and pointing at the machine's control panel screen said to Timond, "This is what she is seeing." Timond stared at the small screen on the machine's side. He could see a little screen with a three dimensional penis. Brother Diller uncovered his mike, "Tell me what do you see, Ginger."

"I guess, a cock?" she said.

Brother Diller spoke into his mike, "Watch the cock, Ginger. That's Mr. Timond's cock."

"I know," the girl replied. The Brother looked over at Timond and smiled.

"Ok, Ginger, you have to be really careful. Here it comes."

Timond saw the cock quickly move and get bigger, then shoot as if toward the machine's control panel screen. The girl jerked hard against the restraints trying to move her head. Brother Diller covered the mike and spoke to Timond, "Three-D goggles. Really realistic." Then back into the mike, "Ok Ginger, we need to put something in your mouth."

Looking under her head, he first he attached the tube from her nose to the machine under her. Then taking a large mouthpiece assembly from the machine under the frame and secured it over her mouth and the Brother tightened the straps around the back of her head. "Ok, Ginger, you're going to feel bite blockers coming up into your mouth. When ever you feel that, you need to open your mouth and let it come in. Open your mouth now." The mouthpiece began to buzz a little, and the girl tried to lurch away but found it impossible, "Open your mouth, Ginger." Brother Diller laid his hand on the back of her neck. The machine must have indicated successful intrusion because Brother Diller took his hand away, "Good girl. You're a good little bitch."

"Ok, her comes Mr. Timond's cock, sweety," and on the screen the men could see the 3D penis come close and disappear to be replaced by a close-up view of Timond's virtual stomach. "Lick it, honey. Suck baby. Lick it for me sweety." The Brother watched the sensor read outs on the machine. "Good girl."

"Good. You got it. You work on that a while," he said as he flipped its supporting strap over head. He flipped some switches on the machine. It lit up and made a few reassuring beeps. "Just a few things in back, and you'll be able to pee. Then we're going to make you reeeal confortable."

Behind her, he pulled an anal plug and tiny clitoris clamp with a tiny catheter connector attached from the back of the machine. "Ok, this is going to feel good," he said into his headpiece mike as he touched a button on the control panel. The little blue catheter turned, green then yellow. "That's relief, huh, sweety? Feel's good to pee don't it?" But the girl was incapable of answering with the mechanical dildo in her mouth.

Next he flipped up a thin dildo on the end of a drive rod that pointed directly at her vulva as if it were a rocket with a tiny hole in the end. He adjusted it forward so that it slowly penetrated into her vagina, rolling it up and down until the angle was just right. When he was satisfied with the panel readings, he touched another activation button. The dildo began a very loud buzz and the girl jumped against her restraints. Brother Diller looked at Timond, "Uuuu, daddy's home," and smiled. Flipping another switch it quickly rammed in and out of cunt like a drill. The girl wrenched herself to escape, but could go nowhere. He carefully rechecked the angle, and turned it off. Finally from the machine he pulled two large pads that appeared to Timond to have dimples. When Brother Diller laid them on the girl's butt cheeks that seemed to attach themselves firmly. To be certain Brother Diller pulled straps from the back of the pads and attached them to the girl's restraining belts and clips on the machine. Then he pulled to electric leads from the machine and plugged them into the pad.

"Ginger, Mr. Timond has whip. See his whip?"

Timond could see a very realistic moving graphic of himself on the control panel screen with a whip in his hand. Brother Diller switched something on the control panel. The Timond on the screen pulled the whip back and flicked it forward. Timond heard one of the pads snap. Now the girl really jumped. "Be a good bitch now Ginger."

Next the Brother pulled an anal plug from the machine. It was connected with a very large clear tube. He greased it with more of the oil he had used for her skin then began to slowly insert it, "Ok, here comes daddy #2." When the plug was fully in, he pushed a button on that expanded it firmly in her anus to lock it in. "Feels nice and full now, don't it?" The girl could do nothing to answer. "Ok, try to relax, sweety. Remember you're Mr. Timond's good bitch."

Brother Diller flipped another switch on the machine and a gentle hum began. The girl's collar began to flash white and she jumped a little but there was nowhere for her to go. The collar changed to different colors, then settled to a steady green pulse. The men watched as her chest stopped its heaving. "That's right sweetheart. Just relax into it. Feeling really good now." The machine began to make a lot of noises. Both the anal and vaginal devices were humming louder now. The men could see her try to push back a little. The gastro tube leading to her nose turned red and a whooshing sound came from a vent around her mouth tube. Brother Diller checked her cunt again and he could see the small catheter tube a bright yellow and the anal tube began to flush a brownish yellow.

"See it completely controls input and output. The gastro tube can give her nourishment or whatever tranquilizer or stimulant the program demands. I'll be connecting that remote that you have around your neck too, so the program can also use the collar's drugs and shock management for reward and punishment." Brother Diller looked at Timond, "The bitch is completely under the program's control."

There was a commotion with Mr. Spitz's girl and Brother Willy, "Hold still, bitch or I swear old Raspy's going to finish putting this tube down your cunt throat."

The little nine year old was crying furiously, "Daddy ... Daddy ..."

Mr. Spitz was of little help, "Let the Brother put the tube down your nose, deary. Do what he says."

Brother Diller brought up a checklist on the machine's control panel and began to read it off. "Gastro tube, check, mouth tube, check, wrist locks, check, check, breast vibe clamps, ..." He touched the screen and there was snap, and the girl jumped against her restraints. The Brother waited a few seconds, and touched another button which returned a similar snap and jump. Timond presumed it was the other side. "I know, that hurts a little doesn't it sweetheart. This'll make it feel better," he touched the panel again and a different, higher pitch hum could be heard. "When you're a good girl, that's how it will feel. And when your naughty ..." touched the panel another loud snap was heard and the girl jumped again, "... that's how it feels. So be a good girl. We're going to introduce you to a new Mr. Timond." Silencing his mike, "Titty clamps, check check."

Brother Willy had finally finished inserting the gastro tube and now was trying to get Mr. Spitz's little girl to lay on the machine. "Lay down on the fucking machine, bitch!" he yelled.

Brother Diller and Timond looked at each other. Brother Diller whispered, "Lay down on the Fucking machine, bitch."

Timond smiled and whispered back, "Lay down on the fucking Machine, bitch!"

Brother Diller retorted in another whisper, "Lay down on the fucking Fucking machine bitch."

Timond gave it one more try, "Fucking lay fucking down on the fucking fucking machine you fucking bitch."

"Daddy!" the little girl was almost screaming now.

Brother Diller chuckled, "Ok, I think I gotta help my Brother over there."

"Mr. Timond, I am hoping you will be finished here soon." Timond looked up and saw the Reverend Sendd and Khan was next to him.

Standing up, "Yes, sir. We've got the bitch strapped in we'll pack her away."

The Reverend surveyed the commotion a few feet away. Brother Diller was already beginning to manage the situation with his arm around the girl.

"Can I help?" asked Khan.

"I think we're pretty much done. I think all we have to do is roll it into it's crate. Wait till you see it. It's really crazy." Timond was effusive. "It controls what goes into her stomach and out of her anus and her pee. It can deliver punishments through shocks to her tits and ass and collar, and it can reward her with chemicals. And what's really incredible, look at this," Timond pointing to the machine's control screen on the side, "There's a virtual me that she sees through 3-D goggles that is running the show."

On the other side of Timond's girl Mr. Spitz had his 9 year old trying to manage her. "I like that collar on you, Kitty."

"I Hate it. It makes me look like a convert.

"It's going to be OK, sweety. We don't want you to embarrass your daddy in front of Reverend Sendd, do we? Now come over here and do what Daddy said." Directing her down to the machine, "Come on now, lay down here ... On your tummy ... That's right. We need to fix it so you can pee pee. I bet you have to pee pee bad don't ya?"

"Yeah," she sat down on the flat padded top of the machine.

"Feet here, sweetheart," Brother Diller said as he began to lock the girl into place.

Click. Click.

"Now put your hands here and grip these." Click Click

"I am glad to finally get down here. Brother Willy has been telling me about this new, efficient technology and I have been wanting to see it," he said to Timond as he watched Brother Diller make the machine's connection to the little girl.

Timond nodded, "Yeah, this bitch is already hooked up and humming. Check it out. It's working on her first orgasm." The Reverend began to admire the machine.

"Now we're gonna put these little clips on your pretty little titties, sweety. This'll make them grow a little," Brother Diller spoke reassuring Kitty as he made the connections.

"Ow. ... owwiiie."

After only a few minutes Brother Diller had Mr. Spitz's little curly blond in position and tightly bond. The dildoes were humming and very gently moving in and out of both girls' vaginas and read outs on the displays showed green. Khan was asking Brother Diller a barrage of questions about the function of the machines

"Well, should we take them for a spin gentlemen," Brother Willy looked at Reverend Sendd. The Reverend arched his eyebrows.

Brother Diller broke off from his conversation with Khan and replied, "Sure. I need to keep a promise anyway. ...I'll race ya. Bael, what's the best orgasm Mr. Timond's bitch has ever had?"

"Bitch Ginger's strongest physical response quotient has been a peak of 85 on Day 21." The voice of indistinct origin was almost ethereal.

"Bael, set her transporter to a target peak of 86 ... no make that 88 but do not start until I cue. Let's give her a good send off. How bout it Brother Willy? Are you up for a competition? Lets place a wager to make it interesting. First to hit the target peak, wins?" Brother Diller looked at Brother Willy with a smile.

"Ok, How about this, I get 3 months breeding rights on that big breasted mare of yours and I get the foal? You take care of the suckling then I take the weanling. Bet?" Brother Willy posited.

"How about if Timond's bitch cums first, our Timond get 3 months breeding rights on that new filly you just bought, and if Mr. Spitz's cums first Timond gets 3 months breeding rights on mine? That way our new Brother wins either way and if he's got the good jizz, he gets a weanling to start his stable. Bet?" Brother Diller smiled again?

Reverend Sendd looked at Mr. Spitz, "Spitz, you wanta get in on this? Your filly against my bet for Timond's filly. The winner get's a pick from other's stable. How about it?"

Mr. Spitz was dubious, "Hold on a second. Mine's on a 9 year old fluffer against an 11 year old full-fledged fuck bitch?"

The Reverend Sendd said in a clear voice, "Bael, tell the gentlemen what the Spitz bitch's best cum has been."

"Bitch Kitty's strongest physical response quotient has been a peak of 43 approximately three weeks ago," the building control system announced.

"Let's make it 45 for your little bitch just as a handicap. What do you say, Mr. Spitz? You win and you lot to choose from sir," the Reverend slapped on the back.

"Ok, well ... let's see how this works," said Mr. Spitz dubiously as they shook hands.

Brother Willy spoke, "Bael, set Bitch ... Mr. Spitz's bitch target peak at 45 and achieve as rapidly as possible but hold for cue." Everybody looked at the two young girls strapped over the machines facedown.

Khan looked at Timond and shook his head, "Denali! You are competitive."

Timond shrugged, "I guess, but remember this bitch," nodding at his strawberry blond, "is a gift to you and either way I get a chance to get my first pup for my own kennel."

Now Brother Diller spoke, "Bael, make both bitches cum reaching target peaks as rapidly as possible, start now."

The control screens on both machines changed from a glowing, slow pulsing green to the figure of a man with a whip. On Ginger's machine it was pretty realistic image of Timond and on Kitty's machine it was a caricature of Mr. Spitz. The virtual Spitz's oversized nose and dick were almost comical. As they started their programs the motion of the virtual men moved in coordination raising and cracking their whip toward the displays and a snap was heard from the pads attached to each girl's right ass cheek. Both girls simultaneously jumped against their restraints and their virtual handlers told them they would soon be fucked, but they were informed they were not allowed to cum until given permission, followed by another whip crack and snap on their left butt cheeks.

The men could hear the anal plugs begin to hum loudly, and both virtual men inserted virtual penises to the mouthpiece assemblies and offer virtual approval of the girls' oral performances.

Within a few minutes the programs began to get out of sync and commands on the monitors turned into dual confusion so the Brothers cut the external sound and everyone watched. It was not possible to see their level of excitement but Ginger's vaginal dildo went from just a slow jacking penetration at first, followed by a short series of cracks after which she seemed to be pushing back with her hand grips and to the small extent possible, moving her crotch against the slowly ramming dildo.

Only a few minutes later, Kitty's dildo began its fucking and the girl's seemed in tandem again. The vaginal appliances dripped lubricant profusely. The men speculated whether the lubricant was from the device or natural cunt juice or some mix of both. Either way, it was caught by the machines' engineering, filtered and recycled for efficiency.

Over a period of 20 minutes the little girls seemed to work harder and harder. Occasionally the mouthpieces would retract and their muffled voices could be heard pleading with their virtual handlers for some accommodation. But most of the time their mouths were full as dildos jacked into their mouths simultaneously with dildos punching into their slimy quims faster and more insistently. Ginger especially seemed to be trying to rise up higher on her knees and meeting vaginal invasion. Every 5 minutes or so the dildos would pause, plunge deeply and simply go into hard cycle of vibration at stronger and stronger levels, moving to odd angles pressing first up hard on their cervix, then down hard on their g-spot. The angle of the mechanical dildo pushing down hard on Kitty's g-spot, pressing her pelvic bone into the flat top of the machine and the girl obviously reacting in intense pleasure and discomfort, became a frequent pattern with the 9 year old.

The Brothers knew any looseness in the restraints had to be caught now, before they were packed so they watched the carefully as the little girls struggled harder and harder to avoid punishment and attained greater stimulation

"It learns you know," Brother Willy said.

"What do you mean?" asked Timond.

"It learns each bitch's sexual response profile and adapts its program to get progressively more efficient at reaching higher levels over longer periods of time." Brother Willy answered with an almost reverent tone, "In a few days it will play them like a musical instrument."

Suddenly the mouthpiece on the machine managing Timond's girl made a retraction noise and a muffled cry. At the same moment her mechanical dildo stopped its rapacious fucking and twisted down against her g-spot and clitoris. At first Timond thought something had gone wrong and she had been damaged. But then the virtual Timond disappeared from the machine's screen illuminated the words "peak PRQ = 80." Then the number went to 81. Suddenly dildo started driving again, only to stop quickly and drive in to vibrate ferociously against her cervix. There was another muffled cry and the number jumped to 84. It stayed there for several seconds and Timond thought their little game was over, but the mechanical dildo resumed it's assault at what seemed its fastest, hardest pace yet lasting longer this time. When the screen's read went to 87 the dildo buzzed loudly and started more slowly torturing the girl's cervix. A muffled cry could be heard into the mask and the machine went to silent. The screen read peak PRQ = 90.

Almost by habit Timond reached over to the little strawberry blonde's asshole and put a finger near the anal plug. He usually stuck his finger in to verify an orgasm but now the humming plug was in the way. He could still feel the pulsing around the anus and when he ducked down and looked under her crotch he could hear the sucking sound of the machine vacuuming in her ejaculate. Zakila had observed that she ejaculated more than any preteen he had ever worked with.

They all could see the girl straining against the footpads and handgrips. The footpads and handgrips were on hydraulic rods that gradually extended from the back and front of the machine until her legs and arms were almost completely stretched out. The automated dildo withdrew as the girl was trying to push towards it. She wanted more. She pressed on the handgrips to get it back but the target peak PRQ had been reached and the machine did not care. A muffled moan could be heard from her mouth mask. Timond had not expected the machine to be able to extend outward so long. He speculated to himself if these extensible hydraulics were about orgasming or simply exercising and stretching the bound female. For certain the latter, but probably both.

After a minute or so as the girl's breathing began to slow, the machine began to slowly retract the legs and arms of the Timond's girl to put her back into a crouched position. The men could hear the girl's muffled call into the mask.

"I think she want's to talk to you," Khan said to Timond.

"You want the mike?" Brother Diller asked Timond. Timond shook his head.

Brother Diller reached down and flipped a switch on the control screen and mechanical mask hummed reinserting the dildo back into her mouth and after some muffled noise, she was quiet again.

At about the same time, the machine holding Mr. Spitz's girl began to accelerate and bang her pussy with greater intensity. The little blonde's long curly locks swung in time with the mechanical dildo's oscillations. She was obviously attempting to escape the vaginal assault but had nowhere to escape to.

"Gentlemen, you are looking at the future," Brother Willy attempted to wax philosophical. "A few years from now we won't need to fuck around with messy dog kennels or spend our time supervising gymnasia just to keep the bitches in line. Technological solutions are so much simpler."

Brother Diller was skeptical. "I don't know Brother. The long term prospects may not be so simple. I have idea for you tho, Brother Willy. How about building one for yourself and skip the middle ... woman, so to speak?"

Brother Willy looked at him frowned. Reverend Sendd laughed out loud.

The oral dildo had been withdrawn from the mouth of Mr. Spitz's bitch and they could hear her muffled pleas. The men all turned their attention to her struggles. The vaginal dildo had paused its pounding and Brother Willy explained that it was vibrating furiously against her urethral sponge and the area in front of it and, this was the best part for him, an additional pressure was being applied upward on her pubic bone. "It's like her vagina is caught in a vice." The girl squirmed, entirely unable to avoid the intensity.

Brother Willy was insistent, "This is automated training Brother. We have achieved a new level of science in the training of bitches. The old school is the slow school, Brother."

The machine went back to punch the little cunt with extremely rapid speed. The girl's muffled pleas were lost in her mouthpiece.

"Perhaps," answered Brother Diller, "But the art of training won't be lost. The art is what we are really about. Her obedience is a simple behavior but our dominance is in the art.

Now the machine began to change its pattern, as if it had found an effective progression. The vaginal dildo rammed the back of her vagina to hit her cervix with three quick bangs, then realigned on her g-spot to press down in aggressive vibration, holding a few seconds, then back banging the cervix three times, and the pattern continued over and over. All the men were impressed with how different the machines function with this 9 year old bitch had been from the 11 year old. There was no doubt but that the machine adapted to the physical responses of the girls.

Brother Diller continued, "I think the object is the art, not the simple task."

Suddenly the girl's collar began to pulse red, and the machines screen now read "PRQ = 30. The dildo's pattern continued, bang, bang, bang, bang, PRQ = 31 turn, press and vibrate, turn, PRQ = 33 bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, PRQ = 34, turn, press and vibrate, PRQ = 36... The number steadily rose, and the men could see the girl convulse and strain against the machine. PRQ = 37.

"Can she handle that? Couldn't she black out or just get hysterical?" Timond was amazed at how it seemed to be pushing her physical limits, especially since she was so young.

PRQ = 40

"I guess we will see," Brother Diller answered.

PRQ = 41

"If she blacks out her physical response will go down. The program will stop," Brother Willy explained.

PRQ = 42

We'll see," Brother Diller retorted.

PRQ = 43

Now the machine stayed pressing down on her what was, from the men's point of view, the lower part of her vagina, her urethral sponge, relentlessly vibrating.

PRQ = 44

Timond had a strange feeling. "Nail that bitch," he muttered.

PRQ = 45

The machine went silent. This time it did not allow the girl to stretch out her arms nor legs. Timond wasn't sure she was breathing at first. Everything was quiet. Then the girl started to moan into her mask. In a few seconds she started to buck back and forth trying to reach the dildo, Timond thought. Then she too was quiet, panting, but quiet.

"Well," Reverend Sendd clapped Timond on the back, "Looks like you'll be nailing that mare of Mr. Spitz pretty soon. Good luck with that, son. Hope she drops twin bitches for you. So, you are ready to become a Brother." He smiled and turned, "Brother Diller and Brother Willy, thank you for the entertainment. I will see you all at Mr. Timond's Brotherhood initiation ceremony."

"I have preparations also. This has been very informative and thought provoking. We will see you all later," Brother Samuel nodded. The Reverend waved as he and Brother Samuel departed down the aisle of shipping containers.

Brother Diller turned, "Do you want to say goodbye and load your little one into the crate, Mr. Spitz?"

"You handle it. The little bitch let me down. Let somebody else fuck with her." He followed the Reverend and Brother Samuel off the dock.

The Spitz girl looked calm. Brother Diller judged she was already asleep. But the chest on Timond's girl was heaving. Brother Diller looked at readouts on the machine's control panel, "She's getting a little agitated. I need your collar remote now." Timond had almost forgotten it. It hung from a necklace around his neck. He handed it to Brother Diller who slipped it into a slot in the side of the machine.

With his mike back on, "Just relax, honey. You're going to get sleepy but you'll be feeling real good every time you wake up. You sleep as much as you want and enjoy the dreams and you have Mr. Timond's permission to cum anytime you want. When you come out ... you'll have a lot of new cocks to take care of. Won't that be nice?" She made some unintelligible noise and shook a little, evidence to Timond and the Brother that she was firmly in place.

"Amazing machines. I guess she could be in one for days," Khan said, admiring their work.

"Months," Brother Diller said with similar admiration.

"Wow," Timond looked at the Brother then back to the machine. "What if she gets cold?"

"The crate is environmentally controlled by panel under her. All that has to be done is for the transport crew to change her bags about once a week."

"Do you think she'll ever know where she is?" Timond asked.

Brother Diller shrugged, "You mean, Thailand? Well, that will be up to Mr. Khan here. What do you say, Mr. Khan?"

"When she gets to Thailand? Neh," Khan shook his head, "We'll give her memory treatments as soon as she arrives. We've learned a lot here. When you see her again, she wouldn't know you or probably much about Denali. You'll see."

"Interesting," Brother Diller said, "Ok, well, I got more to do. Let's get her packed."

The men rolled the whole frame over to the crate positioning it directly in front of the open door. Brother Diller looked at Timond, then Khan, "Ok, one Denali bitch special order. She's your bitch boys. You do the honors." Timond nodded, then put his foot on her ass and looked next to him at Khan. Khan likewise put one foot on her other ass cheek and counted, "One, two, three!" and they both gave it a push. She rolled into the crate and clicks could be heard locking it into place. The crate door slowly closed itself and it too clicked.

"Well, that's one way to say goodbye," Brother Diller said raising his eyebrows. Looking at Timond "Ready to become a Brother?"

"Yep," Timond nodded. "Mr. Spitz and I will be talking, but now I gotta get back to rehearsal." Timond and Khan strode down the aisle for the exit.

by Alexander Martin

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