These are the hard years but trust me if you survive them paradise awaits. Fail and it is hell. Trust me, I have visited a work farm. The machine neve... stops."He pushed his cock into my open mouth and I started sucking. I knew every word he had said was true. I wanted him to be my master. I knew deep down that through him there would be salvation. Other men I had met already might have killed me for what I had done but he had been fair. I sucked his cock hard as it grew once more and smiled up. The man was in his forties and wore an academic gown over his formal dark grey suit. The girl who had just been the target for his stick, carefully stood upright and holding her skirt away from her agonisingly painful bottom, shuffled over to the wall bars where a further dozen girls were already standing in a similar state of half dress facing the wall. They all had the visible marks of six cane strokes across their bottoms and were holding their uniform dark blue skirts away from their. "Don't get near me, you pschyo," she said.Tina sighed. "Diane, I can assure you that I won't hurt you -- physically, anyway. But now that I've found the source of all the rumors, I'll be mentioning it to the Principal. You're blabbing all this bullshit has made people afraid of making any Requests of me, thus depriving me of the benefits that I should be getting from the Program. I'm sure that'll make some people kinda pissed." Oh, like you need the Program to teach you how to be a slut?" asked. Cindy was back in school on a final slide to graduation."Dan," she said, "I collected a few students that the teachers will let me work with to help them get along in math. It gives me something to do. And I spend a little time in the computer lab, too." Doing what? I asked. Cindy was computer-literate. MORE than computer-literate. She knew quite a bit about what was under the hood. After her foray into programming the control simulator at the project, she tagged me about the idea of.