At the center of their daddies’ hard bodies, from the place where the fur seemed to gather—in the private spot where, on their own bodies, they had been made to shave themselves and make their pussies smooth and bare—the most important difference confronted them. Two huge, hard cocks, each in its owner’s left hand, hovered only an inch or two from these bad girls’ faces.
With his right hand, Kevin stroked Hannah’s cheek with the backs of his hairy knuckles. The girl’s brow contracted, her pursed mouth becoming mobile, as if she had to fight to keep it closed, to deny her incredibly hot new daddy the pleasure he demanded.
“Tens for both of them,” Maria said.
Hannah let out a little cry, and her bottom squirmed on the bench.
“Clench for Hannah,” the assessor told the daddies, rather unnecessarily.
Jake and Kevin exchanged another look, and then in a synchronized motion they both moved their right hands from their bad girls’ faces to their upturned backsides, taking firm but not forceful hold of the hot, wet pussies and beginning to work the slick petals of their needy slits with skillful fingers.
Jeannie and Hannah both cried out, lips parting so that their daddies could have simply thrust inside and begun to enjoy themselves. That kind of force didn’t help a bad girl’s rehabilitation at all, though.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, twenty-four,” Kevin said.
Hannah turned her face to Jeannie, and Jake’s bad girl looked back. Then Jeannie turned her eyes upward to look at Jake as he relentlessly made her ride the mobile saddle of his knowing hand.
“Eyes down, twenty-three,” Jake said sternly.
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Jeannie lowered her gaze; how could she help it? The huge, hard penis in front of her, jutting out from a nest of carefully trimmed, curly dark hair, seemed like it went along perfectly with Daddy Jake’s breathtakingly toned physique. Nothing in her life at school, including Mike Barrera, the handsomest boy in the class according to everyone, had prepared her for the effect Daddy Jake had on her.
She moaned, and she heard Hannah moan next to her, and Jeannie felt sure that the sight of Daddy Kevin’s body, the nearness of Hannah’s own daddy’s rigid tool, had made the other bad girl feel something similar. Knowing that Hannah had committed her little act of defiance—saying no, she wasn’t impressed by Daddy Kevin’s cock—because Jeannie herself had found the courage to speak in rebellion… it made the moans at the lewd, commanding touch of the naked men’s hands seem almost like a sound of solidarity as much as of submission.
“Open your mouth, twenty-three,” the man looming over her, stroking his long, hard shaft, said in a lower voice.
Jeannie frowned. Twenty-three. I’m number twenty-three, now. What is this place? Her hips moved, riding the enormous hand between her legs that seemed to take away any ability to answer such a question—unless the answer were simply, The place where bad girls go.
The thought that she had arrived at that place, and the sight of Daddy Jake’s erect cock so close to her face, together made the pleasure in her pussy blossom as her whipped bottom pressed helplessly up and back into his hand. She heard a whining sound escape her lips, and she knew she would come soon; Daddy Jake’s two middle fingers had invaded her vagina, where the judge’s dildo had left a soreness that seemed now to add to Jeannie’s rising, whimpering cries.
Hannah made similar sounds on the other bench. Jeannie watched Daddy Jake stroke the length of his manhood. To her dismay, her mouth watered at the sight. Her climax came so near. She closed her eyes. She moved against the restraints, feeling how they somehow reinforced her badness… bad girls need to be strapped down for… for…
Just at the instant her orgasm would have become inevitable, about to go over that cliff of pleasure, Jeannie felt her new daddy’s hand leave her backside. She cried out in frustration and opened her eyes, raising them from his cock to his face, where she saw narrowed eyes and an arrogant smile.
She felt her face go bright red as her backside kept moving, her pussy still desperately riding a shameful saddle that no longer existed. Next to her, she heard Hannah cry out in a forlorn way that told Jeannie that Daddy Kevin had taken his skillful hand away from her pussy, too.
“You know what to do, girls,” Daddy Jake said.
Hannah whimpered. Jeannie suddenly sensed with complete certainty that Hannah wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t open her mouth, unless Jeannie did it first. Her new friend—Jeannie didn’t know when she had started to think of Hannah that way… maybe sometime when they were both getting whipped by the judge, or fucked by her honor’s huge black fake cock. Her new friend was a different kind of bad girl, maybe, but Hannah clearly had the same basic need to rebel—plus, Jeannie understood now, a need to show herself as possessing a spirit as rebellious as the next bad girl’s.
“Daddy Jake,” said Daddy Kevin, “I think we need to spank these little asses.”
Hannah gave a sharp cry of alarm. Jeannie turned her head wildly as Daddy Jake shifted to her left side, stroking his hardness in his hand as he took up a position next to her raised backside. She twisted her face to the other side and saw that Daddy Kevin had done the same, to stand by Hannah’s round little bottom. The muscles of his thighs and his buttocks, seen from behind, made Jeannie’s head feel light, and the movements of his left arm as he pumped his cock took her breath away: the idea that these enormous men liked to pleasure themselves while spanking bad girls seemed to Jeannie the ultimate confirmation that the law had conquered her, whether she knew it or not.
Then, without any further warning, Jeannie felt the air move behind her, and at the same time she saw Daddy Kevin’s body turn a bit, though she couldn’t see what he did with his right arm. The green-painted cinderblock walls of the cell rang with two sharp slaps, almost at the same time.
Hannah cried out, but Jeannie, whose bottom had already received so much terrible discipline that day, started to scream, writhing against the straps that held her down. She couldn’t bear it; that thought just kept going through her mind as Daddy Jake’s huge hand kept spanking her. For a moment she managed not to say any word of surrender, but the second time he brought his hand down on her bottom, right in the middle where Jeannie knew she must have three welts from the prison strap, she yelled, “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”
She opened her mouth and put out her tongue, turning her face again toward Daddy Jake to show him she would take his rigid penis into her mouth willingly. He returned her gaze with a narrow, satisfied smile, but he kept spanking her.
“No…” Jeannie sobbed. “Please… it hurts so much.” She had felt certain that as soon as she consented to open her mouth the punishment would stop, but Daddy Jake had other ideas. Still pumping his hard penis in his left hand, he kept spanking Jeannie even as Hannah began to scream under the identical consequences administered by Daddy Kevin a few feet away.
“Please,” Jeannie tried, as she bucked over the bench. “Please… please let me suck… please…”
Hannah wailed, “Daddy…Daddy, please… I want to suck it. Please let me suck my daddy’s cock.”
Hearing another girl say those filthy words, feeling the firm hand of a man she had to call Daddy on her blazing bottom, seeing him with his huge, hard shaft in his hand… something seemed to shift suddenly in Jeannie. Only a moment before it had seemed to her that a defiant bad girl would never willingly submit to having her face fucked. Now Jeannie realized that bad girls did those dirty, dirty things—doing shameful things made you a bad girl.
Logic didn’t apply. Jeannie’s body didn’t care that she had given in to the authority of her new daddy. She wanted the big penis in her mouth, because she was a bad girl, and bad girls sucked penises. Only a rebellious, immodest young woman would beg to have an older man’s cock in her mouth, taking his pleasure.
Daddy Jake stopped spanking her. He stepped back around to the front of the bench, and he took Jeannie’s chin in his warm hand, squeezing firmly to keep he
r mouth open. She gave a sob, and put out her tongue over her lower lip, the way a bad girl would. She heard Hannah give a muffled cry, over to her right, and then Daddy Kevin said, “That’s it. Nice and deep, now. Time for a lesson. Look up at Daddy. That’s it. Take the cock, twenty-four.”
Hearing the shameful words, and the wet sounds of Hannah having her mouth used, Jeannie raised her eyes to Daddy Jake’s face, too, and saw that he must have been waiting for her to look up at him, because with a smile he drove his huge manhood between her lips, so that she cried out with mingled shame and need around the long, hard shaft that pressed on her tongue and sought the back of her throat.
Her hips jerked, her pussy desperate for more of her daddy’s skillful touch, now that the agony of the spanking had turned into a glow that seemed only to have heightened the arousal between her legs. She lowered her eyes in mortification, the bad-girl defiance seeming to melt away, and Daddy Jake’s taut abs came toward her face and then receded as he held her head in both hands and filled her mouth arrogantly with the hardness that made her jaw ache.
“Eyes up, twenty-three. Look at me while I fuck your face. Deeper now. To the balls, bad girl. You need to learn.”
He drove in at full length, and Jeannie cried out around the shaft. She felt herself begin to gag, but she understood suddenly, with a strange blush that also had relief in it, that these daddies knew how to train bad girls. As Daddy Jake went balls deep in Jeannie’s mouth, and the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat, he knew exactly how to measure his tempo so that she felt like she might gag, feared it, but never did.
“You too, twenty-four,” said Daddy Kevin. “All the way. Oh, that’s nice. Daddy might even think you’re a good girl.”
“Alright, eyes down, girls. Just watch our cocks while we use you.”
Jeannie couldn’t help letting out a sob around Daddy Jake’s penis as she obeyed. His wiry pubic hair tickled her nose, and the part of her that felt like a defiant young woman receded as she pictured the shameful scene: two naked girls bound to punishment benches with their new daddies’ huge cocks going in and out of their pretty faces.
The scene in her mind’s eye made her pussy clench, and her thoroughly punished bottom squirm. She felt a strange gratitude, for a moment, that she couldn’t speak, because she might have begged Daddy Jake to put his hand back there, and to do the things he had done before, when she had almost come before he started spanking her.
“You girls have heard people talking about Advanced Guidance,” Daddy Jake said. He thrust more shallowly now, perhaps so that Jeannie could concentrate a little better on what he was saying. “Haven’t you, twenty-three?”
Jeannie felt her brow crease in confusion, but then Daddy Jake pulled his penis out of her mouth, holding it in his right hand and pumping its glistening length in front of her eyes. The sight seemed so shameful, so obscene to Jeannie that it took her breath away, but then the naked man with the sexy beard did something even lewder: with his left hand on the back of her head he guided her face downward and turned it to the side so that he could press her nose and mouth into the darkness underneath, where the musky aroma of his scrotum filled her senses.
“Tell my balls, honey. Kiss them and then tell me, have you heard people say the words Advanced Guidance?”
“Oh, God,” Jeannie moaned.
“You too, twenty-four,” she heard Daddy Kevin say.
“Yes,” moaned Hannah. The idea that both of them had to kiss their daddies’ balls at once made Jeannie burn all over, as once again her helplessly aroused pussy betrayed her and her hips bucked. The tiny stimulation from the tension in her muscles made the ache in the depths of her womb even stronger.
I am a very bad girl. If Advanced Guidance means a hard cock in my pussy and my face in my daddy’s balls, I deserve Advanced Guidance.
“Yes,” Jeannie sobbed.
Daddy Jake let go of her head, and she sensed him moving around her body. Hannah gave a whimpering little cry of surprise, and Jeannie turned her damp face to see that both daddies had moved around behind the girls on the benches.
“Please,” she moaned, unable to help herself.
“We’re not the kind of daddies who turn bad girls into good girls,” said Daddy Kevin. “We’re the kind who turn bad girls into fuck toys.”
“Oh, no,” whispered Hannah.
“Please,” Jeannie breathed again. Somehow she had known what Advanced Guidance would be, and somehow she had known she needed it.
She turned her head to one side and then the other, but she couldn’t see Daddy Jake. Daddy Kevin, behind Hannah, had begun to jerk his cock vigorously, and the soft rubbing sound behind her told her that Daddy Jake was doing the same.
Jeannie sobbed with need when her new Advanced Guidance daddy placed his other hand gently on her paddled and whipped and spanked bottom, fondling her there not for her pleasure but for his possession.
“You pretty girls are going to be cellmates,” Daddy Kevin said. “You’re going to learn what your young bodies are really for, now that you’ve shown you can’t keep your knees closed.”
Daddy Jake’s thumb moved down a little, brushed against the place where Jeannie needed something, anything, hard. She gave a soft cry as she felt herself clench against the inadequate touch.
Then Daddy Jake grunted, and something warm splashed on her bottom. Hannah whimpered, and Daddy Kevin growled. Their daddies had come on them, left their seed on the upturned bottoms and refused their pussies what they needed.
“The guards will come take you to your cell in a little while, girls,” Daddy Kevin said. “Maybe if you’re obedient you’ll get your asses fucked tomorrow.”
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Jake spent much of the next twelve hours in his control room, observing Jeannie’s degrading transition to prison life. Lining up for the first time in the cafeteria with the other seventeen naked girls of the cellblock, Jeannie and Hannah looked around them with evident anxiety.
Jeannie’s arousal hovered at a low level now: 3s and 4s. Her skin galvanics jumped all over the place, though, all through dinner. She and Hannah spent most of the meal looking around nervously, as if hoping to avoid notice. Certainly their nakedness, which would in any other cafeteria have seemed remarkable, drew no special attention, since every other girl—their ages ranging from eighteen to twenty-three—had to spend her whole Advanced Guidance sentence in the nude.
Jake thought he could see, at one point, Jeannie begin to understand the importance of nakedness to her special kind of rehabilitation. It certainly didn’t have to do with discomfort, because the warden kept the underground AG facility at a very comfortable seventy-eight degrees Fahrenheit. Nor did it stem directly from a desire that the girls develop any sexual feelings about their fellow inmates, or the guards—though sex played an important part, obviously, in the philosophy behind naked prison.
No, a bad girl’s enforced nudity among her fellow naked bad girls conveyed above all her exposure to the needs and desires of her keepers and her owners, and her availability to them for discipline and pleasure.
The moment Jake thought Jeannie grasped this at the deep level with which she would soon become so familiar came toward the end of dinner, when a guard named Mr. Porter walked to a table two down from Jeannie’s and Hannah’s and said in a voice loud enough to be heard across the quiet cafeteria, “Fourteen and seventeen, you’re done. Bus those trays, then come back and get up on the table and sixty-nine for me.”
On Jake’s screen, Jeannie swallowed visibly, her arousal quickly rising to 6 as she and Hannah stole furtive glances at the little scene transpiring across the room. As new girls, they wouldn’t be called on to participate in the training exercise, to which another guard, Mr. Derano, added the dark-skinned twenty-one as a third, bent over the table and eating the ass of blonde fourteen as she crouched over brunette seventeen’s already damp face. Jeannie and Hannah didn’t know about that rule, though, so the idea of their availability fo
r shameful sexual service at any moment became very clear very quickly, if Jake could judge from the troubled expression in Jeannie’s eyes.
Taking his cue from his colleague, Mr. Porter told willowy, platinum-haired inmate eleven to adopt the identical pose to twenty-one’s on the opposite side of the table. Then the guards began to whip the bending, ass-eating girls, just to maintain the founding principle of the Bad Girl System: A bad girl only gets fucked with a very sore bottom.
“Oh, God,” Hannah whispered to Jeannie when Mr. Derano brought the prison strap down on twenty-one’s brown bottom, and she cried out into fourteen’s backside.
“I know,” Jeannie said. The remnants of their meal, such as it was, sat uneaten in front of them.
One of the most experienced girls sat down at their table, having just bussed her tray.
“I’m number eight,” the chestnut-haired twenty-two-year-old said, making her voice audible to the new naked prisoners over the grunts and moans of two young women being punished and two being forcibly pleasured. “Marcia. I just want to warn you girls that a few of the others will probably want to make you their ass girls in the shower tomorrow. It’s best just to go along with it. Bad-girl pride doesn’t get you far in here.”
Jeannie and Hannah exchanged an uneasy look.
“I’d say I’ll try to look out for you, but there would be no point,” Marcia told them with a wry half-smile. “You’ll see.”
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In the morning, after Jake had managed to grab six hours of sleep in his quarters, conveniently down the hall from the control rooms, he settled into his seat just as the alarm bell woke Jeannie and Hannah and all the other bad girls. When the voice over the loudspeaker announced, “Showers in ten minutes,” Jeannie, who had just climbed down from the top bunk, glanced at Hannah.
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