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New Eden Saga (4/5)
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Later, Min-Mei led me to the dining room. A unique scene greeted me. At a
large table, the Brothers sat. Next to each Brother was one of his girls,
each a
stunning beauty, and each dressed like Min-Mei. The girls were not eating;
they
were "attending" their Masters. Each girl focused her complete attention
only on
her owner; for her, there was no-one else at the table. Their soft brown or
big
blue eyes were fixed only on their owner; their expressions were those of
enraptured devotion and concentration. The girls were feeding their Masters;
actually taking food from the plates and offering it on forks and spoons for
their
Lords to take. When one of the men wanted to drink, his girl offered a
glass.
Other girls, dressed like the others, waited on the table, bringing dishes
and
clearing them.
We sat. Ben looked up from his slavegirl, and asked, "Well, how do you like
her?"
"She's marvelous," I told him honestly.
"Yes," he said fondly. "She's one of my favorites, as is Chiako here. Well,
dig in,"
he said, indicating the food. Min-Mei was already offering a bite of veal on
a fork.
As I chewed, I reflected that this would be easy to become used to.
"Ben, you mentioned a special phrase that will put her into a trance, but you
didn't say what it is; and Min-Mei says she doesn't know what it is."
"Right. Here; I'll write it down for you." None of the girls could read.
He passed me a napkin with a single word on it. The word was Xanadu.
"If you were to speak that word here, all of them would go under at once. If
you
want just one to sleep, you must say her name before the word."
"I see. And to snap her out of it?"
"Just 'wake up'".
"Thanks." I looked around. "Are all of your girls Asian?"
"No, but I understand how you could get that impression. Actually about 75%
are
Oriental; the rest are Caucasian. We operate several 'orphanages' in Asian
countries; the very best female infants are skimmed off and sent here. And
many
of the Brothers prefer Asian girls."
"Orphanages?"
"Yes. Actually, they are legitimate, for the most part. Most of the staff at
each
one knows nothing of its real purpose. But the director and head physician
are
always Brothers; they route the new girls here. Each one sends us between 10
and 20 a month."
"How do you get non-Asians?"
"You will be told--later," he said.
"How many girls are here?"
"Right now, about 500, serving 40 resident Brothers. We have capacity to
accomodate many thousands of girls and many hundreds of resident men."
Soon, the meal was finished. Min-Mei actually wiped my mouth and cleaned my
hands with a warm towel. As Ben predicted, several of the Brothers offered me
the 'services' of one of their girls; I accepted three. These were Chin-Lo,
Susie,
and Wendy. Chin-Lo was a pretty 14-year-old Chinese; Susie, a lovely
10-year-
old from Hong-Kong, and Wendy, age 8, was the first Caucasian girl I had
seen;
blonde, blue-eyed, with an angelic face and full lips.
Each girl went through a 'temporary binding' ceremony as had Min-Mei; they
were transferred to my quarters, along with ample wardrobes.
I sat them down together on the sofa, and told them:
"Girls, you are all Sisters in my service. You are to cooperate and help one
another to serve me. There will be no jealousy or competition among you.
Understand?"
"Yes, Master," they replied in unison. "This is the Law."
"Wendy, stand up and come here."
She did.
"Turn around--slowly."
She did. Lovely. A pert, tight bottom, and remarkably long legs for her
age. The
slightest hint of tiny bud breasts. Wendy was wearing a pale blue
transparent
nightie, with snowy white translucent panties.
"Wendy, bend over."
She did. I fondled that tiny butt through the nylon of her outfit. Her flesh
was firm
and tender; her skin smooth and silky. I felt my cock begin to rise.
"Wendy, come here, and sit on my lap."
Joyfully, she did so.
"My dear, tell me about yourself," I told her.
"Myself, Lord? There is nothing to tell," she said, her voice almost a
whisper.
"How long have you lived here?"
"All of my life, Master."
"Do you remember anything besides this place, this life?"
"No, Great One. How could there be anything else?"
As we spoke, I caressed and fondled the nymphet, and she squirmed and
giggled happily. My hands moved all over her tiny body, and she responded
with
little movements and grunts of pleasure.
Soon, we had moved to the bed. The other girls looked on, as Wendy gave me
pleasure. She was quite skilful for such a young girl; her training had
evidently
been thorough and complete.
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The following morning, the girls washed and shaved me, and even brushed my
teeth for me. Susie did 'bathroom duty', gently cleansing my anus after I
had
moved my bowels. I had the distinct impression that, were they able, they
would
have gone to the toilet for me as well.
A knock sounded on the door. It was Ben. "Ready for a tour of our training
facilities?"
"I suppose so. What about them?" I indicated the four girls.
"Easy. Put them to sleep; they will keep for a short time."
I had them sit, then spoke the word, "Xanadu". All four heads slumped at one
time. Ben whispered something to me, and I said, "Min-Mei, Susie, Wendy,
Chin-
Lo: you will remain asleep until I tell you to awaken. While you are
sleeping, you
will review your lessons and training, and they will become even more a part
of
you than they are now. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," they all said, dreamily.
We left.
"The first stop is our physical fitness facility," Ben remarked.
We entered a large gymnasium, in which at least 50 young girls were
performing
aerobic exercises. Like the others, they were clad in only the flimsiest
underwear. Their exercises were led by a 19-year-old beauty, dressed like
the
others.
"The instructress is Carolyn," Ben remarked; "She has been here since she was
only four. The girls get at least an hour of exercise a day; designed to
make their
bodies firm, but not hard."
The next stop was the dance studio. Here, another group of 50 girls received
dance instructions. "They are trained in ballet," Ben told me. "We value
the
grace and physical stamina it gives the girls." Again the girls performed
their
lessons dressed only in tiny bikini panties and half-slips; their
instructress was
another older girl. "That's Michelle," Ben said. "We took her at
fourteen--she's 20
now."
"How did you train her to obey at such an 'old' age?" I asked.
"I'll show you a bit later," he said.
Next, we visited the locker room. The aerobics class was entering as we did.
We watched the little girls remove their little outfits and begin to shower.
"They have no modesty, no body shame," Ben commented as we watched. "To
our girls, nudity is completely natural and proper."
The girls giggled and laughed as they washed.
"We stress bodily cleanliness," he told me. "The girls have a 'cleaning
ritual' that
will last almost an hour. We'll stop back here in time to see the end of
it."
Next, we visited a 'classroom' complex.
In the first, a group of 15 girls sat in what appeared, at first, to be a
normal
schoolroom. Then I noticed that, in front of each girl, was a rubber model
of a
penis. The girls were leaning forward, giving oral sex to the phallus
models. At
the front of the class, another teen-ager stood.
Ben told me her name was Christy.
"All right, girls," Christy said, "now a bit slower and tighter. That's
right. Jana,
take it deeper into your throat...Debbie, use your tongue."
Liquid sounds of slurping and licking filled the room. I found my cock
hardening
as I watched. Ben noticed.
"Yes, it is exciting, isn't it. Here, I'll show you something."
He went to the front of the room and spoke to Christy. She lowered her eyes,
and curtseyed. I could hear her murmured "Yes, Master", and then she turned
and faced the girls of the class.
"Girls, Master Ben and his guest have honored us by a visit. They would like
to
try out the best girls in the class. Let me see...OK, Chiako and Li-Ho, come
here."
Two girls rose. They were both asian. Chiako was a lovely little 13-year-
old
Japanese girl; and Li-Ho was a fetching Chinese of about 11-12.
They approached us, curtseyed, and stood with eyes and head lowered.
"These girls have learned their lessons well, Lords," Christy said. "I hope
that
you will enjoy their service."
We each selected one girl--I got Li-Ho--and opened our robes. The girls
knelt,
and began to give head right there at the front of the classroom. Christy had
the
other girls gather around to watch. She commented on our girls' techniques
as
they performed their service; occasionally, one of the other girls would ask
a
question and she would answer.
At last, both of us reached orgasm, and our girls dutifully captured every
drop.
To our surprise, they did not swallow, but held the sperm in their mouths.
Then,
quickly, the others lined up, and each girl received a drop or two of the
fluid from
our girls. Even Christy.
We thanked the class for their hospitality and returned to the locker room.
The girls were lined up, still nude. At the head of the line, an older girl
was
dispensing new "uniforms". As each girl reached the head of the line, she
received a fresh pair of panties and half-slip, and quickly slipped them on.
We
watched, entranced at the beauty of the girls and their little outfits.
Next, we returned to the "school". In another room, a small group of girls
sat
watching a film. Their eyes were glassy, their gaze distant and unfocused.
"They're in deep trance," Ben said. "That way, the instructions in the film
are
remembered perfectly, and become seamlessly integrated with their other
programming."
The film was about obedience and giving service, and included many scenes of
submission, in which a girl demonstrated almost unbelievable subservience to
a
Master's command or request.
Between scenes demonstrating obedience, a male 'instructor' told the girls
that
they must obey, must serve, must become even better servants than the girls
in
the film.
"You asked how we train older girls," Ben said. "Now I'll show you."
We entered another room. There, a Brother stood before a single kneeling
girl.
The girl was about 15. She was weeping quietly. She was dressed like the
others, but there was a curious collar about her neck. The Brother held a
small
box which was covered with buttons.
"All right, Lisa, now stand up," he ordered.
Sullenly, she did.
"Turn around."
She did.
"Bend over."
Lisa hesitated. The man pressed a button, and a spasm shook the girl's body.
She gave a muffled scream of pain.
"Lisa, you must obey, or you will be punished. Now bend over, as you were
commanded."
This time, she did.
Ben said, "The training collar can administer any level of pain to the
subject. It
causes no permanent harm. It can also give pleasure-- watch."
"Very good, Lisa," said the Brother. "When you obey, you will be rewarded."
He pressed another button, and Lisa gasped with pleasure. An orgasmic
shudder passed through her body.
As we left, Ben told me, "The conditioning you see, along with drugs,
hypnosis,
and classical brainwashing techniques, never fails to 'break' a girl's will.
In a few
weeks, we will be able to remove the collar, and Lisa will be just as
submissive
and obedient as any other girl here. In fact, she will be an eager and
willing
servant, and will learn to love her condition. We used this method on the
first girls
here, and use it now on girls who come to us older than about 6."
The final room was a dimly-lit one, in which about a dozen girls lay on
couches.
Intravenous lines were connected to their arms, and they wore stero
headphones. All appeared to be asleep.
"They are being programmed with the aid of drugs. The drugs magnify
suggestibility by many times, and the effect is cumulative. By the time
these girls
have finished the primary course of treatment, they will have absorbed the
program at least ten times. For the rest of their lives, they'll receive
monthly
'booster' sessions to keep the programming fresh."
As we walked back to my room, I commented, "This has been really interesting
and illuminating. You certainly have developed an incredible system here."
"Thanks."
Back in my room, I woke my sleeping companions.
They woke together, smiling sunnily when they saw me.
"How may I serve you, Master," they all said in unison.
"I believe I shall think of something," I grinned.
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