Good Citizen

It begins with the standard "Punish the shoplifter" premise, then takes a kinkier turn.

"Hold on, you thief!"

Lessie twitched and dropped her booty, a fancy set of cosmetics. Shit! It was almost hers; she had done it without a hitch a dozen times before! Those idiots usually didn't notice until she was out of the shop.

The middle-aged manager rushed forward like an eagle snatching its prey and grabbed her forearm, surprisingly strong, his palm squeezing her painfully. He jerked her around and held out her other hand. "Guards!" he called, then barked in annoyance: "Give me your ID card!"

Lessie trembled and moved her free fingers towards her pocket, only to be stopped. He pulled out her ID himself.

"Well, who we have here... Leslie Miller, eighteen... what a pretty name... home address, check," he nodded, passing her from hands to hands to the fat policeman in the uniform with two bright badges on his chest. She swallowed, silently staring at her falling chances to get out without a scandal. "I bet we've got the culprit of our shop losses in the past month."

"Just don't tell parents!" she begged, being escorted to the security room in the back. "I'll be good!"

She sat in a small, featureless room containing two tables and several chairs while three police officers checked her pockets and filled out forms. The room looked strangely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She had definitely never been arrested before!

"Well, well," the fat policeman said as he signed the papers. With his long moustache, large mouth, fat lips, and big teeth, he looked very much like a dead ringer for a cartoon villain in her kid brother Pavo's favourite series, Walle Crooker. "What an awful, though pretty young girl! Considering your age and lack of prior offences, though, you could be put back on track and become a good, useful citizen. Let's check if she's eligible, guys!" He turned to her. "Would you undress, miss, or should we help you?"

What?!.. Oh... so it was that famous "punish the shoplifter" porn plot? She had seen it many times while masturbating, not knowing what it was really about. Yes! The room looked exactly like the ones in the videos! So, they do this kind of thing in real life, too? She started to shake, but she was too frightened to move. All she did was groan quietly and sit still, and tears appeared in her eyes.

The policeman grinned. "Yeah, Lessie, some of those videos are real!"

There was no sense in fighting back. With trembling hands, Lessie pulled off her t-shirt...

Three minutes later, she stood before them, trembling and stark naked. The policemen groped her small tits, grunting with satisfaction. "She's entered puberty, she's legal! Check how wet she is," the fat one nodded and watched as the other policeman, a young light-haired dude. They bent her over the table and checked between her legs. "Perfectly wet, boss!" Lessie twitched when a finger penetrated her pussy and rubbed inside. "And not a virgin already."

"Add that to the protocol. Now, the final test..." the fat boss nodded. Lessie found herself pressed to the tabletop. The cop grabbed her hips and thrust his thick dick inside.

She wheezed with pain, her eyes grew wide, and her mouth fell open. Yes, she had sex with her friends before, but she was unprepared for that! Yet the thought that she's getting raped strangely excited her, and she felt familiar warmth spreading over her lower abdomen.

"Aahhh! Shit! Slower, you bastards!" Lessie screamed when the officer began thrusting into her rapidly, clapping his heavy balls to her legs. "Shit, stop, I'm telling you! Goddamn rapists! O-o-oh fuck! It hurts like hell! Don't! No-no-no, let me go! Not... not there-aahh-ahah... Not like that! I..." And she moaned, unexpectedly to herself. Loudly, feeling the pre-orgasmic tingling wave building up in her spine.

"Oooh-yeah!" the policeman grunted. He finished quickly, deep into her, and pulled off. She moaned with disappointment. She did not get her orgasm! But the second policeman penetrated her and continued the job. She sobbed and squeezed the table in rage. Why was her body betraying her and enjoying this humiliation?! Damn guys with their big peckers... Aaahhh! She squirmed on the table, being pressed with strong hands, and let out a strained cry when her first orgasm exploded, flooding her with hot, tickling spasms of pleasure.

"Aah, bitch enjoys it! Such a kinky whore!" the policeman laughed, fucking her roughly.

There was no other way, her body rejoiced! Tears continued streaming from her eyes, yet it went on and on, their huge dicks thrashing inside, as they took turns on her.

After her fourth orgasm, she felt them spitting on her ass, and the thick fingers stretched her asshole. Uh-oh... It's a good thing she tried on her own and jerked off with a vibrator in that hole several times... But now her anus refused to open normally, and her whole butt hurt like hell when they fucked her one after another. Yet finally, all of it ended with a load of sperm smearing out of her both holes.

She lay on the tabletop, not trying to stand up. She felt very ashamed... and very satisfied.

"Great!" the fat boss laughed, pulling on his trousers and sitting on the other side of the table. "She's confirmed ready." Lessie saw the form in front of her and the boss writing the final lines on it. "...proven suitable. To be relocated for a month's training."

"Oh, no! Please, what is it all? No, no, sir, please tell the store owner I won't do this again!" she whimpered, helpless. "I'll be good, I won't touch a thing in my life!"

"Sure. We are going to tell him ourselves. This case is closed. However, here's the news for you, pretty Les! Your future is bright, you have a month's training before you - free of charge, at the government's costs - and will come out as a good, useful member of our society!" the policeman with the moustache said, taking his cap. "Come on, dress up. Can you walk, young lady? We'll drive you to the place."

Lessie's lips trembled. "A month? Oh god, my parents will go crazy if I'm missing for a month..."

"Don't worry, Lessie." The policemen helped her get dressed and even wiped the sperm from her swollen openings with wet wipes. "You'll sleep at home and still attend school. Your training shifts will be in the evening. Nobody needs to know the details if you don't want to tell them, especially your parents. Do you understand?"

Lessie sobbed.

"And if I won't attend your... training?" She knew the answer in advance.

"Then you'll get arrested for the month. And, to my great regret, everyone will know."

Miller's daughter was shoplifting and raped in the police headquarters. And assigned to some detention training. Everybody'll know. She nodded and sniffed, following the police officers in handcuffs out of the store and to their police car.

***

The detention training centre was not far away from her home. She passed by that low building thousands of times, not knowing what was inside. Well, now, with the wary eye, she saw thin grates at the soundproof windows, and several police cars at the parking lot, and a thin but steady flow of men going in and out, the men who looked like cheap contract workers, migrants, truck drivers, problem teenagers, low-class security guards and so on. She could not understand why, but the look of those men gave her shivers.

"Get out!"

The police officers escorted her into the building.

There was a middle-aged woman in a police uniform at the reception.

"Hi, Millie!" The boss chuckled, pushing Lessie forward and giving her papers to the woman. "Got you another one. For the standard month, as usual."

"Are you kidding me?" the woman shook her head. "More and more lately... You are lucky I have two beds freed this morning, Jim, or, I swear, you'd be keeping her at your own home!"

More and more? Two BEDS? Why are they talking about beds if she's going to be spending nights at home? Lessie barely followed the dialogue. All this was absolutely unreal, like a pilot episode of a weird series. A clamp around her stomach tightened every time she tried to concentrate on something the policemen had told her.

What was actually going on in this... facility? What was she getting involved in?

The door shut after her as she followed that "Millie" through the small corridor, seeing the many doors on both sides. The corridor was crowded with the men she saw outside. And there was a steady chorus of girls' gasps, moans, laughter, cries and curses, from behind every door. It somehow merged into the unintelligible music-like rumble.

Then she turned to the right, stepped through a narrow door and got slapped in the face by a nasty stench of sweat and cum. The fans were humming, but they couldn't handle the load.

There was a row of six beds by the windows, one free, and five occupied by naked girls, not much older than her. Two were resting, drinking water and breathing hard, and three others were fucked by some Latinos, who were laughing and joking with each other. The girls were moaning... passionately, as far as Lessie could tell. So that's what awaited her for the month...

"It's your room. From tomorrow, you'll be coming here by yourself, at 3pm, no later. I strongly do not recommend that you to skip or get late. The room number is 37." Millie stamped "37" on her inner wrist. "The restroom and showers are at the end of the corridor. You are allowed to go there every two hours. Get naked, throw your clothes into this locker, and lie down on this free bed." She opened the metal locker, showing Lessie the hanger. "You'll get them back on departure, each evening, washed."

Lessie carefully followed the woman's instructions without saying a word. She was too overwhelmed for that... and, probably, beginning to taste the submission. The place looked like a sex conveyor belt! Millie locked a collar around her neck and chained it to the bedpost. "As you see, the chain is long enough for you to change poses, but not more. And also..." She glued several medical sensors to her ribs, neck and wrist. "Your shift is eight hours, or until you faint, whichever comes first. We'll monitor your heartbeat, breathing and blood pressure, and will know it. As a nice bonus, you get your orgasm count."

Lessie saw the green lights and digital indicators at the headboards of other girls. The numbers... 46, 38, 56... oh God...

Right as she watched, one of the fucked girls howled and thrashed under her man - her counter incremented to 102 - and went limp. The green light changed to red. Other men laughed. The man who was fucking her made several more thrusts and grunted, cumming into the limp body, then pulled off and stood up, giving place to two paramedics who unchained the fainted girl and reloaded her to the hospital trolley.

Lessie stared at her wide-eyed.

"Don't worry." Millie smiled. "She's okay. They'll wash her up, she'll sleep for a while, and will go home for today. Now lie down, relax and get all the pleasure you can!"

She left.

Lessie lay trembling on the sheets. For a dozen minutes, she convinced herself that all the day's events were just a nightmare. Any minute now, her mom would wake her up, right?

No, it was really happening. Now, she herself was lying in the bed, with the strangers going to dig into her pussy and watch her writhing in one orgasm after another...

"First time, er?" the girl resting on her left asked hoarsely.

"Yeah... I can't believe..."

"You are pretty, look. And have tiny tits!.. Nice, I bet the guys will queue for you. It's not that bad, don't worry! You'll get used to it."

"But what do they want from me?" Lessie almost cried. "Why do they put us there? This is going to be my ruin!"

"Pah-pah... It's real training, dear! We are helped to get in shape," the girl chuckled. "You'll see the first effects in a few days. I'm leaving in a week, and I'm already dreaming about coming back!"

"What?!.."

They were interrupted by three heavy-built men who entered the room and came to the free girls - those two who were resting... and Lessie.

"Look who's here!" Laughed the one who unbuttoned his pants before her. "A zero! I'm lucky, she's still tight for today! Which day are you here, cutie? I don't remember you!"

"F-first..." Lessie could not take her eyes from his big dick that sprang out, ready for action. "M-mister... be careful... p-please..."

"Haha! Jackpot!" he laughed and patted her cheek. "Don't worry, gal. I'll start slowly."

Slowly?.. Soon, in the dim light, Lessie saw that the rest guys were finishing and leaving one by one, and others taking their place, and her first partner still didn't slow down a bit, thrusting into her steadily as hard as he could. Lessie whimpered and moaned, grabbing his shoulders. She lost count of her orgasms after the third one, now they merged into continuous waves of nameless bliss.

Half an hour later, when she was barely moving on the bed, covered with sweat and saliva, and sperm dripping down her butt crack, her man finally pressed his tip to her mouth and ordered her to suck the rest off him. She obeyed with a moan, realising that she had no resistance left in her, and was just... yearning for more?

"You are the best! I'll be looking for you! Room 37, I'll remember..." he patted her cheek and left, whistling a tune.

Lessie grabbed the water bottle and drank, washing down the taste of her juices on his dick. She threw a glance at her orgasm counter. Nine. And her shift was just beginning. Oh God...

She handled four more men. They weren't as tireless as the first one, and she came only once or twice with each of them. Other girls in the room were moaning, gasping and begging to slow down. One more has fainted and was brought out.

Then, she was allowed a bathroom break. She limped down the corridor, holding onto the wall, leaving white droplets in her wake. She wasn't the one who did that; there was a thick line of sperm along the wall. She held her breath, moved into the shower stall, turned on the water, and let it pour over her. There were no toilets in the restroom, so her urine and feces mixed with the sperm on their way to the drain under her feet.

Lessie went back to her place. The men in the hallway laughed and slapped her butt as she passed. She lay down on her bed - someone had changed the sheets, so they weren't sticky with sperm - tightened her collar, and spread her legs for the next man. "Oh, your count is only at sixteen? Not that much yet. Where were we, lovely girl?"

"This was a ten-minute break," Lessie laughed. "I'm all clean for you!" And she gave out a low moan when he chose her ass.

She began to enjoy it. It was thrilling to surrender to a stranger and let him use her body for mutual pleasure. There was a steady flow of sperm shots burning in her belly, numbing her with satisfaction. When the tenth man came inside her, a new girl named Judy was placed on the bed next to her. She was shorter and chubbier than Lessie, with a rounder ass and a frightened look. Lessie barely heard Millie's explanations to the newcomer as she bit her pillow while an African construction worker's dick nearly reached her ribs.

Only after her twelfth man finished and walked away, Lessie raised herself on her elbow and could see it with clarity. Judy was spastically grabbing the handrails, moaning... and screaming suddenly: "No-no! Aah, it hurts! Oo-ooohh! Fuck, gross, get it off meeee!" Her man laughed, slowly pushing his dick into her ass. In a couple minutes, Judy's cries turned to excited moans. Lessie chuckled. They knew how to train girls in this place!

And so it went, one man after another, one orgasm after another, with one more toilet break, then it all blurred before Lessie's eyes.

She woke up in the room next to reception, lying naked on a couch by four more girls. She sat slowly, stretching her muscles. Her holes ached. She looked at the other girls. Yes, their holes were as red and swollen as hers.

Lessie dressed up and walked to the exit. Millie smiled at her. "Good for the first time! Four hours and a half, and sixty-three orgasms! The record for those who come on their first day, I would say."

"My holes ache," Lessie grumbled, going outside.

"Don't worry, it's just a delayed onset muscle soreness. Your muscles will grow after several such sessions. It's totally like in a gym! Girls who have sex every day suffer less, for it's smooth training. Keep up the good work!"

Lessie nodded and walked home.

***

Her parents noticed her late arrival and distracted appearance, but when Lessie told them that she had arranged for intense gym training the following month, they congratulated her because it sounded good. She slept like a log that night.

So began her days. She had no more free time - just school, quick homework, and training. Lessie went there at three, got fucked, rested, got fucked again, showered, ate a snack, got fucked again, and was tired again. The number of orgasms she had steadily increased. By her tenth day, she lasted eight whole hours without passing out. She was certainly starting to reap some health benefits: her stamina had increased greatly, she felt energised, and she slept soundly through the nights. Her body grew stronger and slimmer.

Her classmates noticed her changes. The girls envied her, and the boys asked her out. She didn't reveal her source of strength and told the boys she'd be available after a month of hard training.

Her parents didn't ask any questions. Yes, everyone's kids had just finished basic civil training last year - that was the custom - and this one included some extra-long, highly specialized physical exercises. Good! Oh well, they won't complain; all kinds of training are needed, right?

To her secret shame, she found herself yearning for the next shift. Then she lost her shame and proudly opened her body to the endless line of unknown men. Lessie knew the regulars, and they knew her. She often pulled the ones she liked most from the line into her bed and laughed. She had mastered the art of riding any fat dick up and down, taking it into any hole in any pose, giving men as much pleasure as possible - and getting it all herself, no less.

By the third week, her body had completely adapted to the training. Lessie found the eight-hour standard limit to actually be a bit too strict.

"Can I get longer shifts?" she asked Millie. "At least on weekends? I just can't get enough in only eight hours!"

Millie beamed at her. She was really a very nice woman, always ready to help her girls get more and more productive.

"Great! Your addiction is building up, and ahead of schedule! Yes, I'm putting you on twelve-hour shifts on Saturdays and Sundays. And..." she winked, "did you think about getting more fucks in your free time? There are men outside, you know!"

"More?! Yes, do tell me how," Lessie laughed. Really, she had all those boys interested in her...

***

Her last week was like a long, endless holiday. She told her parents she was going to a training camp and told her teachers that her parents were taking her out of town for a few days. Then she moved to the training centre. There were no more shifts, just endless lines of men who devoured her pussy, mouth, and ass. And she just couldn't get enough.

Lessie pitied the new girls who were so scared and weak that they fainted after just a few hours. She had become the perfect sex machine: an unrelenting sex addict. Just a week ago, she had been as fit as a stray cat. Now, her screams, moans, and shuddering orgasms - six, seven, or eight times per fuck - could drive any man crazy. They had to control themselves lest their eagerness to fuck her exhaust them. Now, she was the one who cared about their well-being.

But everything comes to an end.

"Can I stay? Can I come back?" Lessie nearly cried out when Millie hugged her for the last time on her way out. "I don't know how to live without all this!"

"Sorry, dear!" Millie said, kissing her. "You know how few beds we have and how many girls need them. But remember, that was just training. You succeeded, and now you're a perfect citizen, ready to take your place in society."

"What place?" Lessie was all ears.

"Here, dear!" Millie gave her a prospect.

Lessie flipped through the pages, looking at names, addresses, photos, and ads, and laughed. There were all kinds of places in the city and suburbs for women like her! There were strip clubs, sex clubs, escort salons, brothels, and porn studios. There was even a list of high-class elite escorts with strict requirements for the girls. They had to come from well-educated families and possess social skills far beyond what she had learned.

"Wow, who can afford these rates?" Lessie was almost going crazy, imagining men who could give her both their big cocks and good amounts of money.

"Not many, not many. On the other hand, there are not many girls who fit into this list. You have a strong chance!" Millie smiled.

"When can I work there, then?" Lessie has been going crazy with a desire to get some fuck, and got angry when she remembered how few hours a day she had.

"You can apply right away if you need. Try this one, I heard they are hiring."

"Ahaha! Thank you, thank you!"

Lessie hugged the woman and walked out onto the street.

The police officers in the store were right. Her future was bright, and she already loved every step of her journey!