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The Truth Ch. 02

By: The_Fractal_King



"Gooood morning!"

Olivia opened her eyes blearily. "What?"

"It's six thirty," said Tristy, leaning over her, young breasts bouncing freely in the loose robe. "Time for morning education."

"Oh." Still exhausted from her constantly interrupted sleep Olivia dragged herself into wakefulness. She felt sticky. On the television a woman was squealing with pleasure while her husband fucked her. "So early."

Tristy nodded. "When the mind is most open to learning. If we waited until later we'd think about our lessons too much to learn them!"

Olivia rubbed her breasts in time with the sounds of the television, trying to ignore how easily distracted she was.

"I'm glad that you're already doing that."

"What?"

"Feeling your body when want to. Getting your passions hot. May will help explain better once you get to the school." Tristy grinned. "Really, though, when your body feels that way you should make sure to keep yourself on the edge and not cum. It helps keep us dumb to edge!"

Olivia dressed while Tristy waited. "But the por . . . propaganda is showing girls who cum all the time shouldn't it . . ."

"But those girls are always on their best behavior!" The younger girl giggled. "We're going to be late."

Breakfast was some sort of plain gruel with an odd taste to it. There was something wrong with the food but Olivia was too hungry to care. Morning education began while all of the women were eating. They constantly recited mantras. May spoke to them about the importance of submission.

"We have a new face with us today," May said after the plates had been cleared away by the younger girls. "Olivia, please come to the front of the room." When she did May whisked away the white robe Olivia was wearing. "Since we have so few visitor from the outside I think this is a great opportunity for us to learn about the difference between their world and ours." She cupped Olivia's breasts. "Look at the arousal visible on her."

Olivia tried to swat her hand away but was rebuffed. Realizing she was naked in front of dozens of people she groggily raised a hand to cover her sex. May moved that away, too, so that she was exposed.

"See how the lies of outsides have affected her?" said May. "She is no different from you or I, this is a body made for sex and enjoyment and Olivia is a beautiful woman, yet she allows herself to be ashamed of her body."

The class of girls nodded.

May tweaked one of Olivia's nipples and the reporter sighed in pleasure. "They have taught her that weakness is something she must be ashamed of and that her sexuality is a thing to fear merely because it makes her weak. Such teachings are a terrible crime, girls. She was brainwashed. I want all of you to make sure that she learns a better way."

"Yes, matriarch," the class said.

"It is time for your first lesson," May said patiently. "Desire leads us to life's highest pursuits. Sex. Love. These are gifts. You should enjoy them and help others to enjoy them as well." She continued to massage Olivia's breasts. "Sexual arousal comes easily to women and that is something you must learn to embrace. Feminine lust is at the core of your being. Thought and reason are nothing before the natural needs of your body. Girls."

The class of young women responded in perfect unison. "The calling of the body is the calling of the soul."

Olivia took a deep breath. May was waiting for her to repeat the new mantra. "The calling of the body is the calling of the soul."

"Correct," said May. "On the outside people tell women that understanding this is something to be ashamed of. Their evil men use those lies to control women. Olivia comes from a place that made her live in fear." The matriarch guided Olivia's hand down so she was touching herself. "When they touch themselves is called sinful. When they show their passion it is called wantonness. When they are taken against their will it is called rape. When they are submit it is called degradation." 

One of the girls raised a hand. "Rape?"

"In outside world it is taught that a woman's mind, not her body, decides if she is ready for sex. A foolish notion but one they are forced to cling to." She smiled at Olivia. "I was born on the outside, like you, but the men here are very skillful and very . . . forceful. Soon you will be a part of our community. Your shame and fear will be discarded just as your clothing was when you entered. Only then can you be reborn into a community of love."

Olivia nodded mutely. Not all of that had been in their pamphlets. Embracing sexuality was important to them as was the idea that shame was a sin. The idea of allowing rape and reveling in degradation was not something their recruiters talked about.

Still she only had to play along until she had a chance to leave with evidence of the cult's practices and having sex was hardly going to be an ordeal so long as it was with Billy. She licked her lips to think of him. "Thank you, May, I hope I can be a productive part of the High Truth."

"Of course. You may sit down again, dear."

-)(-

An hour later, after more mantras and additional helping of gruel, the women filed outside to begin their daily chores. Like Tristy it seemed that they all chose the assignments they wanted. Nonetheless everyone was doing what needed to be done.

Olivia followed Tristy to the propaganda room again. The sounds of sex were once more audible through the walls. While she worked Olivia thought about the philosophy May had promoted. Along with everything else she had seen it confirmed that that the High Truth was a sex cult. She couldn't stop thinking about it. The words echoed in her mind.

Work in the propaganda room was much the same as the previous day. Tristy and Julie flirted with Peter and let him tease their bodies. When he was gone the women were shameless about touching themselves. Indeed Tristy's masturbation interrupted her work more than once. Peter always seemed to know when it happened. Twice he gave her a stern rebuke and promised that May would be told.

After a few hours of work Tristy came over to Olivia. "It's time for midday break. There will be food outside."

"Good I'm starving." In fact she had been hungry since breakfast. She knew a bit about how cults worked. Lack of food weakened the ability of the members to resist brainwashing. The most susceptible people could even be trained like animals to obey in exchange for food. There had to be something else in the food, she knew. An aphrodisiac. A drug.

As Olivia walked toward the courtyard she considered her options. She still had to find Apara somewhere but there was no avoiding sex as long as she was in the compound. It had become clear that any attempt to avoid sex would be suspicious. In the main garden many couples had paired off to display their affections.

She recalled Billy taking charge in the towel room with delight.

This time, she resolved herself, she would take charge of the young man like she had intended to in the first place and get him under her control. A source that she could pump for information would be invaluable. The very thought of pumping him for information, straddling him while they made love, caused her mouth to start watering. It was as though cult had found a way to keep its women as desperately horny as the teachings said they should be.

That was okay. Once she had Billy inside of her she'd be satisfied. Arousal wasn't going to turn her into one of their brainwashed little slaves. He was going to fuck her and she was going to enjoy it. Olivia shook her head. She was going to fuck him. It was incredibly hard to keep her thoughts straight.

She sat down at a long table and found a selection of very plain foods. They were far from filling. After a few minutes she wandered away from the table to find her young lover. He was waiting for her with a knowing smile.

"Hello there, Billy." Olivia approached quickly and pressed up against him from behind. "I'm feeling a bit hot today."

He grinned boyishly at her as he twisted to grab her. "I think I can help you with that ma'am." 

"Let's go somewhere private."

"Why would we do that?" He asked. In a single motion he slipped the loose fitting robe off of her shoulders, leaving her naked for the second time that day. "Its very nice out here right now and shame about your body is the first thing you need to lose."

"Of course," she said, playing along. "We can make love in front of everybody." She had to find a way not to attract attention. There was no telling how the others would react if they saw her resist or try to take charge.

The boy escorted her over to a tree, gently caressing her breasts. By the time he had laid her down on the grass Olivia had given up. She would fight back next time. "I was thinking we should get started properly," he said.

"Sure." She placed a hand on the front of his pants.

"Not just yet," he told her. "Sex is a special and precious thing. You need to go slowly."

"I've had sex before."

"Only with shame and confusion. This is your first chance to explore your real sexuality, to feel true womanhood. That has to be guided."

"Guided?"

"So you don't stray from the High Truth."

His manipulation of her breasts had begun to make Olivia pant. "I think . . ."

"No, as a woman you accept. Learn to not think. Empty your head of any distractions. Be a vessel for pleasure and joy." He squeezed tightly enough to produce a gasp. "Thinking about sex opens you up to insecurity, even fear. That is what they do to you on the outside."

Olivia just nodded.

"In the outside world women are raped all the time but never in here." Billy brushed his lips against hers. Not quite a kiss. "Women who have learned the High Truth never refuse the desires of their body. They don't imagine things like consent. You are a sexual being. Why would you refuse? How could you?"

Olivia's breathing felt too shallow. She was becoming light headed. It had been said so polite and softly but he wanted her to enjoy rape. For a moment she could imagine it. Need overpowering fear in a moment of intimate violation. Giving in to lust. Bucking her hips against her attacker. Begging for more.

She took another breath to try to clear her head but it didn't work.

"They tell me that's hard for outsider women to accept, that you've been brainwashed to fear your own sexuality. That is why you have to learn from the beginning like a young woman. A kissing lesson now. No sex, not until you understand your body and soul."

"Kissing? But I . . ."

"I'll show you," said Billy. He tipped her chin up and pressed their lips together, holding her head in place while his tongue pushed into her mouth to tease along hers. He tasted some something unfamiliar. After several seconds he pulled away. "Do you enjoy kissing?"

"Yes," breathed Olivia.

"That's good." He turned her head to the side and started again. While he kissed her his hands were busy on her skin.

Olivia let herself sit there helplessly in his lap for a long time while he taught her. Each deep kiss robbed her of air. Her brain started shutting down so she couldn't think if she wanted to. She began to feel like a doll. At long last he released her. Olivia stared at her lover, eyes heavy lidded and mouth slightly agape.

"Isn't this a good feeling? An empty head. A body ready to feel."

She raised a hand to her breast.

Billy caught her gently by the wrist and pulled it away. "I'll do that for you," he said. "This is a time for you to learn. Receive what is given. I can show you how to do it properly."

Olivia nodded.

"Soon enough you'll be properly trained and know what to do." His skillful hands explored her body in intimate detail. Billy was infinitely patient. His fingers felt out the sensitive curve at the underside of each breast with a feather-light touch. He traced the shape of her collarbone and the the hollow of her neck. Vulnerable skin. Sensitive. He squeezed her nipples.

The reporter moaned in wordless submission.

"I've never met a woman from the outside before," Billy told her.

"Oh . . . I . . ."

"Your body is very different from the girls who grew up here. So much restraint. So little experience." He lowered his head and flicked one nipple with his tongue. Flashing a smile to her he wrapped his lips around it to suckle it for just a moment. "I promise I won't let you be controlled by the lies you've been raised with."

Olivia felt her breathing growing deeper as she slipped further into a trance. His voice was so firm and reassuring. Everything he said sounded true. It made her smile to hear the truth. Living without thought was so incredibly easy, Billy did it for her. 

"You act as though you've never been touched by a man before," said Billy. He reached lower with one hand while his other hand supported her and he continued to taste her skin.

"Wait . . ."

"No, this is good," he told her. "The first time always feels strange."

Olivia tried to shake her head but Billy's fingers were insistent and she was finding herself enjoying it too much. He was far more skillful than a boy his age had any right to be. That or she was just needier than she thought. 

The food. 

The food really was drugged. 

It had made her into as desperate of a slut as he told her she was. Resistance was pointless. She couldn't make her body stop feeling so hot. She tried to distract him and regain some control. "Not my first time . . . before . . . on the . . . on the outside . . ."

"Yes, I'm sure he have, but only ever in ways that made you be ashamed of how you felt." He began to stroke her clit in a hypnotic rhythm. "Look at everyone watching you here. Open your eyes."

She did, unsure of when she had closed them. Several people were looking at them. They could see how vulnerable she was. "I . . ."

"You're enjoying it," he said. "Even though you think you don't want to. Even though you don't believe you should submit to me." His fingers dipped slightly inside of her sex. "Accept the lust and passion that you're experiencing right now. Pleasure is a divine gift. Enjoy it."

Olivia's head wobbled noncommittally.

"This is how you're supposed to feel."

"No, you . . ."

"Yes," he cooed, "this is right and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"N . . ."

He held his lips just against hers then pulled away to hover a fraction of an inch away. When he inhaled it stole the air from her lungs. When he exhaled his breath washed over her like a caress. After several seconds he moved back in to kiss her properly.

Olivia melted.

In response his fingers started to fuck her in earnest. She moaned into his mouth. Billy let her go only after she was so starved for air that she began to weakly struggle.

"I know you want my manhood inside of you, that's a natural way for a woman to feel when her body is used, but that might get you pregnant. Understand? Don't worry, though, there's all kind of other things a man can do for a woman."

Trying to regain some semblance of control over herself Oliva attempted to speak but only a moan came out. Her teeth chattered. All around no one seemed interested in her plight. Here and there other women were in the arms of men. Some were locked together in coitus, others were being taken care of like her. One girl, a tanned blond of maybe twenty, seemed to be struggling to escape her lovers hands.

She knew the face.

Apara.

She was so close to her goal. All she had to do was talk to the girl.

Evidence.

Once she had evidence she would leave. Escape.

Billy turned her face away from the scene to kiss her once more and leave her finally, utterly breathless. She collapsed in his arms. All strength and resistance was gone out of her. The boy had turned her body into his plaything for the second time in as many days.

She knew she was stronger than this but it seemed that all he had to do was tell her that she was a slut to make it true. Outside of her head he was talking again. The words didn't matter, they were true just because he said them.

"What is sex like on the outside?" he asked her.

"Different," said Olivia, trying to recall.

"I've always been told that women on the outside are exploited by their men. Their first time making love is about the man's pleasure." His fingers pushed a bit deeper inside of her and a thumb teased her clit. His free hand squeezed the flesh of her breasts. "We take better care in here. I want you to feel it properly. A woman's pleasure is a wonderful thing."

"I . . ."

"There's no double standard in here," promised Billy. "Women are sexual animals. No one pretends otherwise."

As Olivia tried to form a response her young lover's fingers entered her fully and curled up against the inside of her sex. Her body tensed in climax, back arched, toes curled. Heat rushed through her. Random spasms shuddered along every fiber of her body. As her sex tightened she could feel him at the very core of her being. Her vision blurred for a moment.

Her body rocked by occasional aftershocks. Her mouth hung open in defeat.

Across the garden she could see that Apara had stopped struggling and was now impaled on her lover's manhood. All the fight was gone out of her and a vacant smile had replaced her impassioned anger. The other girl shuddered once in orgasm then fell still. The man holding her gave her a kiss.

Billy adjusted her posture to draw Olivia closer to him and forced her to look away. "That can take a lot out of you," he said looking down at her. His chest and breath were warm. "Here." He offered her a small dessert. 

When she started to thank him he placed it in her mouth. The pastry was as warm as he was and the fruit inside was sweet. A relaxing feeling spread out to her fingers and toes. It was more than a minute before she realized she was in the arms of a boy almost twelve years her junior, a boy who had all but raped her no less, and thinking of him like a lover.

Olivia took a breath to steady herself. "I should get back to work."

He touched her leg innocently. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" She flinched away before he could do anything more. "Yes . . . I think Tristy probably needs help."

"Alright then, ma'am." He helped her to her feet. One last lingering kiss left her weak kneed as she left to find her friend.

Tristy grinned at her as she took a seat. "Isn't he wonderful?"

Olivia nodded.

"You even forgot your clothes," she said grabbing Olivia by the butt with a giggle. "Happens to a lot of girls their first time."

-)(-

Tristy and Olivia returned to work a few minutes late, just in time to see some of the girls filtering into the rooms where the propaganda films were made. They giggled as they were ushered along by a few men. None of them could be more than nineteen years old. Bright ruby lips flashed smiles in every direction. Like lambs being lead to slaughter. They were every inch the brainless bimbos the High Truth wanted all women to be.

Happy. Simple. Beautiful.

She could even smell them from down the hallway. Lightly perfumed. Leaking sex. More than ready to be used. 

Whatever they were filming that day was loud. The constant sound of sex from the adjacent rooms while Olivia and Tristy tried to work was a constant reminder of how Billy had used her so easily. Twice now the boy had taken advantage of her weakness. She said no and he knew she meant yes. It made her stomach turn. In the moment, with his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her skin, she had loved it. Merely remembering made her hands shake.

Only two days.

They hadn't broken her yet, she reminded herself. A skillful lover and an inundation of propaganda weren't enough to brainwash her. She was a successful woman. A writer. An investigative journalist who had survived dictators and terrorist.

It had only been two days.


The Truth Ch. 02



Her own fingers curled inside of her sex to encourage her toward orgasm. Olivia moaned. Drool dripped onto her papers. The muscles of her stomach trembled with anticipatory convulsions. She pumped harder. Just a little bit more. Climax burst inside of her. Her thoughts flooded out of her brain, thought her sex onto the chair.

They hadn't broken her yet. She tried to remind herself of that. She was strong. They hadn't broken her. 

But they could. She shuddered at how easy it would going to be for Billy to make her into his wife if he wanted to. As long as his manhood was inside of her she'd do anything he asked. Her fingers were a poor substitute.

"Do you need any help?" asked Peter.

"No . . . I . . ."

"I think you do."

Olivia shook her head.

"That's not true," he said stroking her back, "or you wouldn't be masturbating. You need a man." The supervisor turned her head to kiss her. One hand crept in from behind to roughly finger her the way should couldn't bring herself to do.

"St . . ." Olivia's object was interrupted by a gasp. "Oh . . ." She tried to concentrate on her work and ignore what he was doing but it was no use. A few seconds later her body began to tense for another orgasm but he slowed down before she went over the edge. A squeak of disappointment escaped her lips.

Peter laughed. "Trust me, it is much more fulfilling to stay on the edge as long as possible. Relax. Hasn't your boyfriend shown you this?"

"Um . . ."

The supervisor continued to toy with her sex, never quite allowing her to climax, until she lost all track of time. She stopped thinking entirely, it only seemed to distract from what was really important. "I could keep you here all day," he told her, "but that would be a waste. You have work to do."

Olivia nodded.

"I think I'm going to finish you off now but remember this lesson. Getting to cum isn't as nice as building your way up to it. Edge yourself when you can. Okay?"

"Yes . . ." A few seconds later her body shook from another orgasm then went limp.

"Better?" asked Peter.

"Yes," repeated Olivia, slumped on her desk.

He gave her a slap on the flank. "Good. Back to work."

Burying herself in the copying she had to do for the rest of the afternoon just suddenly felt less like research and more like being forced to brainwash herself. She read and wrote lines of propaganda again and again and again until they were burned into her mind.

At the end of the day, drained and frazzled, she forgot to try and take a scrap of paper to write with when she left with Tristy for dinner.

"Do you know a girl named Apara?" probed Olivia.

"Maybe."

"I want to meet her."

"She'll be at dinner with everybody else," said Tristy, dragging at her hand. "Come on!"

The food at dinner wasn't any better than what had been offered for the other meals. Olivia idly considered seeing if Billy would give her something better to eat. All she had to do was make love with him to get a nice meal. She almost rose to do just that but as she turned she saw Apara on a bench some distance away. The young woman was bent double over the table, her utensils lay discarded on a half finished plate.

Olivia made her way over to the girl. "Apara?" she whispered. "Are you okay?"

The girl looked up lazily and nodded

"What are you . . ." Olivia stopped talking as she noticed the energetic motion of Apara's hand between her legs. "Stop that."

"Feels good, though. Keeps me sexy. Sexy and dumb." She grinned. "That's what Max wants."

"Apara."

Apara licked her lips while she continued to edge herself.

Olivia mimicked the expression without thinking. "No." It did seem appealing. Edging would make her happy. Get rid of stress. "No." She hurried out of the dining hall.

-)(-

The television in her room was still playing its ceaseless barrage of erotic propaganda. As she entered a film was starting. Too tired to do anything else she sat down on the bed to watch it. The imagery drew her in. So colorful and bright. Addictive.

A pair of women, each about twenty-five, were the focus of the film. 

Saeka was the model of the perfect woman. Submissive. Playful. Ignorant. Hypersexual. The perfect woman as seen by the High Truth, at least. Everything Saeka did was decided by her body. The first scene showed her luxurious morning masturbating while she wrapped her lips around her husbands manhood to wake him.

Kinue was an outsider. Stressed. Educated. Misinformed. Ashamed. Where Saeka's enjoyed a simple life pleasure Kinue insisted on fighting her nature at every turn. She learned to read. She asked questions. She lied about her arousal even as her husband tried to help her.

The plot, such as there was one, compared the lives of the two women. 

Saeka lived in a sate of mindless bimbo ecstasy, an idiot smile always plastered on her face, reciting the mantras of the High Truth at every opportunity. Kinue struggled constantly against the needs of her body, always insisting she didn't need a man or that she wasn't horny.

One scene contrasted the women alone at hone as the need to masturbate crept up on each of them.

Saeka gave in immediately she brought herself to the edge then stopped to let herself cool down before starting up again. She had incredible self control. The rise and fall of pleasure in her body made her glow with beauty. It was elegant the way the touched herself. A woman well trained to be in tune with herself. Eventually her husband arrived to quiet her mind while they made love.

Kinue tried to ignore her moisture on her sex and the heat in her skin. She gripped the table in front of her while her body betrayed her mind. Inevitably, she lost. Her self control disintegrated and she fucked herself like an animal. When her husband found her she was shaking on the floor in shame. He took her into his arms patiently and guided her toward a more fulfilling sexual experience.

She smiled softly at him as he stroked her hair in the afterglow of orgasm.

Every scene followed exactly the same pattern.

Saeka was submissive and happy. Kinue was recalcitrant and ashamed.

Olivia fell a sleep watching Saeka's smiling face while her husband fucked her stupid. The sound of sex, moans and pants, reminded her of the time spent with her young lover.

Like the night before her sleep was fitful at best. Lust plagued every moment of her dreams. Several times she awoke during the night, touching herself. Sweat and sexual juices had soaked her bed. The smell made her shiver more than the cold.

Early in the morning, before the sun had risen, she found her self lying on the bed.

They hadn't broken her yet. It had only been two days. This had to be the way she really felt. There was nothing wrong with enjoying her own body. She couldn't have been brainwashed in two days.

They hadn't broken her yet, she told herself. But they were going to.

For just a moment that didn't frighten her and she licked her lips indulgently as she began to fuck herself again.



The Truth Ch. 03



Tristy bounced on Olivia's bed. "Get up, silly!"

"Thank you," mumbled Olivia.

She stumbled out to morning education with the other girls. Only her second day in the compound but it was already getting to her. She pulled the robe more tightly around herself to hide the fading arousal from the night. She hadn't yet memorized the mantras but she mumbled them along with the other women. May lectured on some kind of mythic history.

Olivia struggled to pay attention through her exhaustion and hunger as May spoke.

"Long ago there was a great empire unmatched in prosperity. The queen was a wise ruler but she believed she could be the master of her own flesh and refused the touch of both men and women. This mistake, so oft repeated in the outside world, allowed her lust to master her. Gradually the kingdom began to decay." May walked down the isles between the girls. "When the First Patriarch came he saw that the queen's behavior was born of shame. She was afraid that acknowledging her need would cause her to be looked down upon as weak. For many days she refused his offer of aid." 

The teacher shook her head with a wan smile and many of the girls laughed.

"Finally," continued May, "fearing for her and for her people, the First Patriarch stole into her bedroom at night and made love to the queen against her will. At first she struggled against him but by the time that morning came she understood that the weakness of a woman's need was nothing to be ashamed of. She allowed him to master her body and to embrace the lust inside of her. In this way the realm was saved."

May's eyes fell on a dusky skinned young woman. "In her submission to a man that queen became the First Matriarch. What lessons does this teach us?"

Tristy raised a hand.

"You always have an answer, dear," May said, not moving her eyes from the girl she was standing next to, "I'd like to hear from Apara."

Olivia's reporter instincts snapped her to attention through her exhaustion. That was the girl she was looking for inside of the compound. Apara was a new recruit, one she was pretty sure hadn't been broken yet. On the other hand she'd seen Apara get fucked into obedience the day before. She turned to look. Apara was clearly nervous. The cult members hadn't managed to brainwash her the way that the other girls were. 

That was good.

Apara swallowed. "The story of the First Matriarch tells us that we cannot live in Truth while our body and soul are out of harmony. A man can . . . can help us to correct that."

"Very good, dear." May spread her hands as she addressed the other girls. "Touch yourselves for a moment girls. Experience your body."

The class all raised hands to their chests. Olivia obeyed hesitantly but her reluctance faded in seconds. She felt like she was on fire with the need for sex. Just a moment of caressing her own breast had her squirming in her seat and thinking of Billy. There had to be something in the food.

"Your bodies desire to be touched," explained May. "Lust drains the strength from you just as it did to the First Matriarch. Desire tries to command your every thought. This tells you that your body wishes to submit." She smiled pleasantly at her charges. "On the outside girls are taught to deny this desire and so are left helpless before it. Evil men force them to suffer. Here we learn the High Truth, that we must teach our soul to embrace submission. Lust is natural but it is dangerous if unrestrained. Let a man's will guide you safely through."

Most of the class murmured in agreement but Olivia saw Apara not moving her lips. She mumbled a few words herself. Morning education continued for another half hour of mantras before the girls were sent on their way.

As they finally left Olivia caught up with the girl. "Apara, wait a second."

She paused to glanced over her shoulder then increased her pace. "Olivia, right?"

"Yeah." Olivia matched her speed and looked around. "Are there any private spaces in the compound?"

"Not really, someone is always keeping any eye on everyone. We'll only have a few minutes alone no matter what." Apara lead her behind one of the greenhouses. She leaned against the glass wall. "Here is good." She started to remove her robe.

"No Apara I . . ."

"We have to behave the way we're supposed to," the girl said as she let the robe fall to the grass. "If they think we're just talking they'll get suspicious. Come on. Touch me, it's okay. Girls are supposed to be lustful."

Oliva pushed the girl against the wall of the greenhouse. "Apara, I need to know . . ."

"Call me Aparajita. That's my real name. It means . . . never mind."

"Unconquered." She grinned at the girl's reaction. "I wasn't a linguistics major in college for nothing. You weren't born in here."

Apara nodded. "My boyfriend freshman year of college was a member. He seemed so nice and sex was so amazing." She took a deep breath and her pupils dilated like she was high. "Absolutely amazing. It's still amazing. He had this hold over me . . . has. He has this hold over me." She moved Olivia's hand down between her legs. "I agreed to come here when he asked me to. He said I was going to meet his family."

"And they wouldn't let you leave."

"Yes."

"You must have people looking for you."

"No."

"Friends? Family?"

Apara leaned her head back against the glass while she pinched a nipple with her free hand. She shuddered in pleasure. A keening sound escaped her mouth. "I get to call them once a week to reassure them. He makes sure to fuck me stupid before I'm allowed to have a phone. Then May watches me the whole time." She pulled Olivia's hand higher up her thigh. "I always tell everyone how much I love it here because . . ." She looked back at Olivia with desperate eyes. "Because I think I do."

Olivia licked her lips nervously. "I'm here to get you out."

The girl shook her head.

"I saw the video they made when you came here," said Olivia. Apara's heated breath was starting to get to her. The sweet smell was like nothing she was familiar with, as if the girl was breathing more of the drug that still poisoned their minds. She closed her eyes, trying to draw closer to it. "I can help you get out of here. I promise."

"You have a plan?"

"Soon."

Apara shook her head again in defeat. "You don't understand."

"It's okay I . . ."

"No, you don't understand. You won't get out." She took a deep, ragged breath. "Pretty soon you'll be just like me. Get out now. Leave. Run away."

"I came here to find you, to prove what this place is."

Apara gasped in pleasure. "Stop . . ."

"What?"

"Don't tell me things about you." She looked up at Olivia, eyes heavy with desire. "They can make me tell them. I can't resist when he asks. He makes me so weak."

Olivia found her eyes locked on the girls lips, reading every word. She could see the motion of Apara's tongue inside her mouth. Each puff of breath offered the taste and smell of lust. "Apara . . ."

"May is coming. Don't stop."

Olivia moved in, meaning to feign a kiss to the girl's neck, but their lips brushed together instead. The sensation stole her breath away for a moment.

"Listen, have you ever heard the phrase 'cumming your brains out'?" Apara whispered quickly. "Don't let them . . ." She cut herself off with an orgasmic sigh and pressed up against Olivia. "Hello, May."

"I know you girls are still learning about yourselves but you need to get back to work," said May. "Perhaps someone should be sent to help."

Olivia pulled away. "No, I think I'll be fine."

"So long as you're sure," the supervisor said politely.

Apara worked in the kitchens and Olivia followed her there to work. The job was very simple and far more women worked there than in the propaganda department. The kitchen smelled incredible. A few minutes of heady fumes had Olivia panting in arousal. The smell of sex mixed with the smell of the food they were cooking. Definitely something in the food was being used to keep them horny. She found it difficult to care, though.

Somehow masturbation gave her no relief from her body's need. Many of the other girls engaged in similar pursuits while they worked. "Apara . . ."

"It's fine," said the girl. "Taste this." She offered a ladle of soup.

Olivia took a sip of it. The savor of the broth was extraordinary. It warmed her belly. She smiled at Apara and the younger girl smiled back at her. She managed not to fall into a kiss. "What do I need to do next?"

"There are some vegetables to cut up."

Olivia turned away, still tasting the soup on her lips. Just as she began to take up the knife a gentle hand took the knife away from her hands. "You can take a break for just a few minutes," said one of the male supervisors.

She tried to escape away but he brought a hand to her mouth and pinned her to the table with his hips.

"You're positively drooling with need." Another hand found its way between her legs. "Down here, too." Unable to focus enough to raise an objection she let him explore her body in silence. His hands slid over her breasts then down over her belly. She giggled as he swirled a finger around her bellybutton. "I should let you get back to work soon."

"Yes . . ."

He wrapped one hand around her throat while he fingered her. 

Olivia bucked her hips eagerly, trying for contact. In a matter of seconds she had reached a small climax. The sexual tension left her body all at once. She sucked in a breath of the kitchen air and began to relax. "Th . . . thank you," she said, never even turning around to see the man who had helped her. 

Nothing in life had ever made her feel so weak.

Except for Billy. It almost felt like a betraying him.

She spent the rest of the day until lunch distracted by thoughts of what Billy was going to do to her at at midday. Apara's words worried her. She was sure there was no way they could literally fuck her stupid but Billy could do whatever he wanted. Olivia licked her lips. Her thoughts kept turning toward sex while she worked.

A story about a sex cult that drugged its female members and kept them from having an education was front page material. Having sex was by far the best thing she'd had to do to get a story.

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At lunch Olivia wasn't able to find Apara so she took a seat next to Tristy. "Where's Billy today?"

"Eager for more? See, May was right about our men being better than the ones outside."

"N . . . no I was . . ."

"It's okay," said Tristy, taking some bread. "This is how you're supposed to feel. That's part of the High Truth. Women have physical needs. Sexuality should be embraced, not suppressed." Before she could say anything more one of the men grabbed her by the waist. "Hello Raul!"

He pulled her off the bench. "Peter said you haven't been getting your work done."

Tristy giggled at Olivia. "See you later." She squealed as he found a place for them to make love.

Olivia turned away and finally let out a breath. She ate for a few minutes until a pair of hands seized her as well. She shrieked in surprise and fear.

"Just me," said Billy.

"Wait, I don't need to . . ."

"That's not true at all." His fingers dipped experimentally into her vulnerable sex. "I heard how needy you were while you were cooking. What you're feeling is your natural desires being expressed, I can't let you pretend otherwise. The outside world teaches you to deceive yourself. Let me help."

"No."

"Yes," he insisted, pumping his fingers in her. "Say it with me. Yes."

Olivia's breathing was already getting short. Her mouth hung open. "Um . . ."

"Yes."

She nodded. "Yes."

"That's right. Your body can't refuse this, it doesn't want to. Let your mind accept it."

Olivia nodded again as he pulled her into his arms. She closed her eyes.

"Where were we last time?" asked Billy. "Kissing?" He turned her head so their lips met and his tongue invaded her mouth. "No we did that." The robe slid over her skin as he removed it. His hands began to tease her breasts. "We've done that, too." He walked his fingers to her sex and began to massage her clit. "Did we do this?"

"Yes," whispered Olivia. "Yes."

"There's so much more that can be done to a woman's body." He continued to play with her clit and traced her lips with the fingers of his other hand. "Such sensitive lips, just likes the ones below."

She trembled on his grasp.

"Open."

She obeyed just as he began to explore inside of her.

"To be complete you need to know your own body." His sex slicked fingers rose to her mouth. He painted the juices on her tongue. "Do you like that taste?"

"Yes."

"That's right, saying yes is so natural for you. Learning to say yes is the first step toward submission." He returned his fingers to her nether lips to gather dew. As he teased up and down on her sex he continued to speak. "A girl has to learn a lot of skills. You need to be trained."

Olivia nodded.

"Before we do anything else your mouth had to learn proper behavior." Billy brought her taste back to her lips and passed his fingers between unresisting lips. His fingers fucked her mouth is a slow rhythm. "First remember that girls don't say no to anything. You must accept what is offered." His other hand strummed her clit while he kept her silent. "Everything you do with your mouth should be pleasing. The right words are where it starts. Always say yes. Know how to let a man's thoughts into your head and his manhood into your mouth. You're told what to do and then you say . . ." His fingers left her empty for a second.

". . . yes."

"I'm glad you're such a smart girl. Look at me."

He was smiling at her lovingly. A pastry was poised in one hand. "Dessert?"

"Yes."

"This is an important lesson," he said while she ate. "You'll be tested."

Olivia nodded absently. "Aren't you going to fuck me?"

"That would ruin your training," he said, teasing the tips of his fingers into her sex while the thumb played with her clit. "We're taking things slowly. You're still new to this after all. A real relationship, untarnished by the lies of the outside world, can be overwhelming.

She sank against him again, moaning. "Relationship?"

"That's right. In here we don't say that a man is fucking a woman. Sex is mutual. To make love is express a relationship between two people. A dominant force that completes a submissive one." He kissed her deeply, never pausing with his fingers. "On the outside sex is something that is done to a woman. That's a lie they use to keep you weak and fearful. Embrace your sexuality."

"Okay . . ."

He smiled down at her boyishly. "We still have a lot of practice to do." He moved in for another kiss and Olivia rose to meet him.

She wasn't sure how long they spent like that, her being taught how to kiss and how to accept physical joy. Every time their lips met she melted again. It felt like falling in love, over and over. 

By the time he told her she had to get back to work the sun had moved visibly in the sky.

-)(-

Olivia returned to the propaganda office rather than the kitchen. Work went smoothly through the afternoon despite a heat in her veins that refused to go away. Olivia even managed to hide a scrap of paper in the hem of her robe. Just before leaving for dinner Peter, the supervisor, came into the room, he placed a guiding hand on Olivia's shoulder. "You've been distracted ever since you went out for lunch. I think I can smell why."

Olivia could smell why, too. The scent of sex had soaking into everything. Her own liquid lust. "Wait . . ."

"No." He eased the robe off of her. "You know what's going to happen. Enjoy it. This is something you desperately need." He snaked a hand around her throat. "The blood pulsing in your veins, laced with endorphins. A natural high. Do you see the world getting brighter? Your eyes are dilating. Do you feel that heat in your skin? You're become more sensitive."

He was right, she could feel it. "Oh . . ."

"Tell me about it."

"Stop."

"No."

"This is rape," she said, as her heart began to race.

"No it isn't, Olivia, a smart girl like you knows that women can't refuse." He caressed the sides of her hips and she pushed back against him. "Fear and shame can make you say all kinds of things. The body never lies. You know that you need this."

"I . . ."

"Hush now." His fingers tightened a bit to interrupt her. "That boy has been much too easy on you so far."

Olivia felt fear rising up inside. If he knew she was a reporter she was in terrible danger. "I . . . stop . . ."

"We both know that you [i]need[/i] to make love. No one has to seduce you. This part is just a game." Peter drew in a breath. "That animal lust inside of you knows what to do. Sex is all you care about. Desire is just boiling over inside of you." He turned the chair around and forced her into a kiss. When he was done he dragged her down onto her knees. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes." Her mouth was watering. Her sex was drooling. Her body and soul betraying her thoughts, just like Billy told her they would. There was nothing she could do. Peter was going to rape her and she was going to love it. "Yes."

He grabbed the back of her head and pushed his manhood toward her mouth. "Open."

She parted her lips for him. 

"Very good. All you have to do it put it in your mouth. I'll do the rest."

Olivia had given blowjobs before but she'd never had a man simply use her throat without regard for her. He choked her with it. Drool bubbled out of her mouth. Every thrust stoked her lust, there was no holding out against her own body. Against her will she began to molest herself for him. She focused on that. Influence over her body, with whatever drugs and skillful fingers they might have, was not the same thing as controlling her mind.

By the time Peter's seed poured into her mouth Olivia's hair was matted with sweat. She gasped for breath. Her body trembled with pleasure. She stared at him with her mouth agape, the taste of his seed on tongue.

He touched her chin. "Swallow."

She obeyed without thinking and the bitter liquid slid down into her belly.

"That's a good girl. You know what feminine need is, Olivia." He began to roughly touch her. Already overstimulated an orgasm rocked Olivia in a matter of second. "It is better to be forced to make love than to be denied your sexuality. I hope you sleep well tonight."

She tried to summon up a look of hatred but a weak nod was all she could manage. "Yes." She managed to remain upright on her knees until Peter was gone but that was the end of her strength. The instant he was through the door Olivia collapsed into the puddle of their mixed juices. Her teeth shattered.

Tristy fairly skipped over. "Isn't her wonderful?"

Olivia looked up wordlessly at her friend. It had been incredible. Humiliating but still shockingly arousing. 

Tristy's smiled broadened. "He is so good at that. No chance to feel ashamed of yourself. He just takes you when he wants." She hugged herself. "Pure femininity."

Olivia nodded in defeat.

"We should get to exercise. You're going to be exercising with the younger girls," said Tristy. "It was Billy's idea. We all learned that way." She escorted Olivia to the exercise room. "Trust me, you won't be ready for work afterward so I'll see you at dinner."

The 'younger girls' all looked to be somewhere between eighteen and twenty-one but it was hard to guess ages when everyone in the High Truth compound was so fit. They nervously played with the edges of their robes, giggling.

"Undress girls," said the instructor. "You all know that exercise and mediation mean being part of nature. No barriers."

Everyone stripped in a few seconds since they were wearing almost nothing. The girls had never been taught any sort of body shame, just the opposite in fact. It was difficult to think why that would be a bad thing. A few of them compared their bodies with each other until the instructor clapped for attention.




The Truth Ch. 03



"Listen up girls, we're going to start with some yoga to keep you fit and firm. After that is going to be marriage practice."

"Marriage practice?" asked Olivia.

One of the girls made sexual gesture toward her crotch and grinned.

The yoga portion of the exercise program was what Olivia had come to expect. An intense hour long session where it was hard to tell where the stretches turned to erotic dances. By the end all of the girls were sweating and panting. That was the point, Olivia had determined, exercise them to the point of exhaustion in order to make them weak enough to listen to suggestion.

The reward they were chasing, the marriage training or mediation, was sufficient to keep them going no matter what. As the workout came to a close Olivia licked her lips in anticipation. She knew that falling for it was wrong but she had to blend in and she desperately wanted it. Her own clumsy masturbation made her feel ashamed not satisfied.

"Lay on your back with your feet together," the instructor ordered. "Bring your heels in toward your butt so your knees are up. Good. Now spread your legs, girls. That's right."

Olivia kept her breathing even.

"Raise your bottom. Up. Up." The instructor went around the class for a minute while they held themselves in place, each exposing their sex for inspeaction. As she passed Olivia she paused to rub her nether lips. "Just about ready, aren't you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The instructor finally returned to the head of the class. "You're going to practice touching yourselves, now. Bring one hand up to your womanhood. Feel it. Connect to yourself. Now put your fingers inside as deep as you can."

Olivia heard gasps of pleasure from the girls as she suppressed one of her own.

"I know some of you have played with boys but its important to know this is different." She kept her voice smooth and kind. "Your must be careful not to be lost in it. Unless you have a man to keep you steady you shouldn't bring yourself to climax. Learn to ridge the edge of it."

The girls in the class whimpered. Olivia's breathing was shallow and rapid. Her fingers pumped in and out with increasing speed.

"Ride the edge," said the instructor. "I know you want more but keep yourself on the edge."

Olivia tried to hold herself back. One of the girls squeaked as she lost control.

"Stop thinking," the instructor told them patiently. "Empty yourself of everything but pleasure. Let it pass through you. It overwhelms the mind. It drowns thoughts. Empty yourself. That's right." Her voice sounded so close, replacing Olivia's own thoughts.

The reporter's body trembled. "N . . ."

"Olivia are you listening?"

"Uhng . . ." She was too lost in sensation to answer.

A cool hand closed over the one fucking her and guided her motions more slowly, almost teasingly, in and out. "You are doing so well. Good girl. You're going to make a great wife." Breath washed over her face. "This is what it means to be a woman," the voice told her. "Open and vulnerable. That divine state of feminine weakness."

Olivia opened her eyes.

Billy was kneeling beside her, one hand behind her head and the other masturbating her. He smiled. "I love you."

She stared at him, exposed and helpless, while her body responded with need. His head turned to the side as he moved in to kiss her. Olivia rose to meet him. Their lips crushed together passionately. When he released her she collapsed onto the mat dripping with animal lust.

Her lips quivered as he left.

At the front of the room the instructor was smiling proudly. She motioned for everyone to rise. "Very good to today everybody. Shower first. Then go eat."

Showering afterward was an exercise in keeping herself from climax. She wasn't sure why she wanted to control her body but the impulse to edge rather than masturbate was overwhelming. She leaned against the wall and continued where her lover had left off.

Warm water streamed down over her skin in rivulets over every part of her, steaming away into vapors. It teased her nipples like tiny fingers. She stroked her clit as she gradually sank towards the floor.

"Hey Olivia!" Tristy slid across the floor. Droplets had begun to soak through the fabric of her robes. "They said you were in here."

Olivia grinned stupidly at her.

"You're, like, suuuper good at edging. I always used to cheat." Tristy helped her to stand up. "Edge is fun, helps keep us dumb, but we still have to eat."

The cool afternoon air rolled over Olivia skin the moment the door opened to shock her out of her erotic reverie. She gasped, first at the cold then at the realization of what she had been doing. "Oh my god."

"I know, right? That's why I never towel off when I shower." Tristy brushed her knuckles over Olivia's nipples. "The boys like it."

"Oh . . . good."

At dinner that night Olivia made a point to find where Apara was sitting. "Is this seat taken?"

Apara looked up at her and smiled. "Please."

They ate silently for several minutes before Apara spoke.

"You tried to talk to me last night but I was . . . distracted."

"Yeah, that was me."

"Sorry about that."

Olivia sighed in relief, the girl she had gone to find was still there. "I think," Olivia dropped her voice to a whisper to keep from being overheard, "I think they drug the food. I know I'm not usually this horny all the time. Every time my mind wanders I fantasize about sex." She squeezed her own breasts an inhaled the scent of sex. Her pussy moistened. "Ever since I got here its been affecting me."

Apara nodded. "Food. Water. Shampoo. They make sure that it gets you. The food has more of whatever it is." She took a bite and her mouth hung open wantonly for a few seconds.

"How can you do that to yourself?"

"Better than starving myself and besides . . . I like the way it makes me feel." The girl licked her lips absently. "It's sort of, you know, if you eat it long enough you get addicted. Not eating it makes you feel awful."

Olivia stared at her. "But . . ."

"When I'm horny and pliable Max is so good to me." She squirmed in her seat. "He's fucking with my head, I know he is, but I love him. He wants me like this. I want to be pleasing for him." She closed her eyes and began to quietly masturbate herself. "No shame. No dignity. No will. No fear."

Horror edged with arousal crept into Olivia's thoughts. Just that morning Apara had been keenly aware of the danger of her position. From one moment to another the girl switched from an intelligent human being to a tame and brainwashed slave like any of the others. "What was the last time you saw Max?" Olivia asked tentatively.

Apara smiled to herself. "An hour ago."

"Focus. Please focus. You have to remember what he's doing to you." She moved closer, making an effort to ignore the smell of sex. "You have to tell me what happens here."

"Yes."

"You were trying to tell me something last time when May interrupted us."

The girl took a deep breath. "We can talk after dinner. By the greenhouse again."

"Perfect."

Later that night Olivia found her way to the back of the greenhouse where Apara was waiting. The girl had let her robe fall to the ground. One hand was busy between her legs.

"Apara," Olivia whispered as loudly as she could. "Apara!"

She looked over at Olivia with a weak smile. "Hi."

"You have to stop for a second so we can talk."

Apara pulled one shaking hand away from her sex. "You wanted to know what they do to us. They're already doing it you."

"What?"

"I told you last time. Fuck you stupid." She nodded. "That's what they do to us. Somehow they make us weak and horny. The more you have sex here the harder it is to stop and after a while it starts to change you into whatever they think you're supposed to be. Stepford wife. Harem slave. Desperate slut."

"How do they do it? Drugs? Hypnosis?"

Apara shrugged. "Both. More. You know about the food." She licked her lips as she started to edge herself again. "I used to be really good a math. Not anymore. Max is making me dumb and obedient. I want to please him."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do." She sighed in pleasure at a memory. "I love him."

"No."

"Yes." Her eyes locked on Olivia's. "Always say yes." A heated breath escaped from between her lips as she approached climax. "I . . . It feels so good to be what he wants. I don't care what it does to me. It feels so good when he's inside of me."

Olivia grabbed the girl's wrist to stop her. "I know." She had only been in the compound for a few days and it was already corrupting her thoughts. It was like her mind was dissolving. Flashes of memory from her time with Billy bombarded her mind. Nothing ever really sated her lusts. "I know how good it feels."

"We should . . ."

"Stop."

Apara froze. "He's in my head all the time. Thinking is hard. Sex is easy. He wants a mindless bimbo for a wife. He's taking apart my brain. I'm letting him do it."

Olivia wrapped her arms around the girl. "It's okay." She felt Apara start to hump her leg like a dog, unable to control her body. "It's okay." She pushed the girl back against the glass. "Just let it out." After a few second Apara climaxed explosively. She collapsed, breathing raggedly and covered in sweat. "That's right," said Olivia. "Relax. It's okay."

"Oh my god . . ."

"It's okay."

Apara shook her head. "I . . ."

"Controlling your body isn't the same as controlling your mind. You can break free."

The girl kept shaking her head while Olivia held her. Eventually, when Apara had calmed down, Olivia helped her back to her room. By the time they returned it was dark. Apara collapsed on her bed with the flickering color of propaganda movies as the only light. Olivia lay down on the bed as well but she couldn't sleep.

The moving playing was titled 'An Education' and Olivia recognized the star. It was Apara. In fact it was an edited version of the interview Olivia had been sent. The comments she made in the first part were shown immediately followed by her in the act of love, fucked senseless by her lover. Everything she did or said was undermined by something Max coerced her to say later. It repeated each clip over and over again.

Olivia stared at it, hypnotized. She wondered if they had a similar video for every girl in order to remind them how easily they could be controlled. She started to imagine herself in the video. Billy asking her what she believed in then fucking her until she said the opposite.

"I must be going crazy," she told herself. "I can't . . ." She began to reach between her legs. "No, I need Billy for . . . no." Olivia sat bolt upright. The cult was trying to brainwash her, she knew that. She was not falling in love with Billy no matter how much he got in her head. All he was doing was helping to control her.

If she touched herself at night, while no one was around, she would need him less during the day. So simple but she hadn't thought of it. Masturbating in private was the perfect way to see to her needs. She let herself give in.

Within a matter of minutes she had fucked herself to sleep.



The Truth Ch. 04



"Two girls sleeping together," May said in a disappointed tone. "What provoked that?"

Olivia and Apara glanced at each other. May had had them dragged out of Apara's room early in the morning. Their robes were taken away. Both of them started to speak at once. "We didn't..."

"Degrade yourselves in lust?" The supervisor shook her head. "Relationships between women are not forbidden but to do so without guidance is a severe lapse. Perhaps this is my fault. I should have seen this developing when I found you together before. Either way, correction is needed for your behavior." She fixed Apara with a harsh expression. "I can understand Olivia giving in but you have been here for some time. Explain yourself."

"I..." Apara's mouth moved silently for several seconds as she failed to form any complete thoughts. "I was weak."

"Yes, you were. Apologize to Olivia."

Apara bowed her head. "I'm sorry I allowed my lust to affect you."

"Do you two understand why it is important that you seek out a man when you are in need? Desire feeds on desire. Women need better guidance." May shook her head again. "Unrestrained lust can destroy a woman."

The girls nodded.

"Before Max and Billy arrive we need to mete out an appropriate punishment for his behavior. Stand up."

The girls obeyed silently.

As they watched, May retrieved a cane from her desk. She slashed it through the air experimentally. "Corporal punishment is usually reserved for younger girls, ones recently awakening to their femininity. I believe it will make an appropriate point here." She pushed to two chairs together, back to back, and made the girls kneel on them facing so that they stared into each other's eyes. Apara already looked defeated. "Last night you gave in to sin. Passion. Lust. Desire. Lechery. Wantonness." May placed the cane beneath Apara's chin. "Is that correct?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Taste the cane."

Without hesitation Apara reach out with her tongue explored every inch of the instrument of their punishment she could reach. Her breath became humid and heavy. When the cane was finally drawn away she followed it with her eyes as if losing a lover.

"I understand that this was initiated by Apara but both of you have to feel the punishment." May placed the cane on the swell of Olivia bottom. "Did you kiss last night?"

"No, ma'am," she said.

"Kiss now."

Olivia took a deep breath before leaning forward to kiss her the young girl. The moment their lips touched the cane struck her. She pulled away in pain.

"Continue," ordered May.

The girls began again. Apara's soft lips were warm with passion.

This time the crack of the cane reached Olivia's ears without any pain. Apara jerked away but then leaned toward Olivia to continue. Olivia hesitated, anticipating the lash of the cane, but Apara brought their lips together anyway.

The cane cut a line of fire across Olivia's skin.

She pushed forward into Apara and felt the girl jerk in pain as the cane cracked down again. Olivia felt herself moisten involuntarily at the next strike she took. The swats of the cane began to blur as they kissed. Apara tasted of desire. The girl, so meek, became wanton and Olivia responded in kind. She wanted more of it. More of the taste of Apara's lips. More pain. More submission. The pain of punishment was nothing compared to her lust.

She had never kissed another woman before but the longer she spent kissing Apara the less she could imagine stopping. May had been right. The soft femininity of her partner encouraged her deeper and deeper. She was out of control. She couldn't stop herself.

Suddenly the beating ceased. May pushed the cane between them and forced them apart. "Do you see now?" asked the supervisor. "Do you feel it?"

Olivia nodded.

May turned her chin upward with the tip of the cane. "I see that you do. Good. Uncontrolled lust is a dangeous thing. I trust that in the future you will take care to receive the aid of a man in these situations."

"Yes."

"Apara?"

"Yes," whispered the girl.

"Right now is one of those times."

"Yes."

The door to May's office opened and Max and Billy entered. They smiled to the girls. Max cupped the stern supervisor's ass as he passed her and the woman's features softened. The room she had dominated a moment before was taken completely out of her control in a fraction of a second.

"You seem very excited," said Max.

May nodded.

"Enjoying this punishment?"

May rubbed up against him. "Maybe."

"Yes or no?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"I bet you were thinking about doing exactly what they did last night. Lustful girl."

The matriarch nodded.

"We'll take it from here," he said, escorting her to the desk. "Sit down. Watch. Enjoy."

May took a seat and spread her legs.

The boys turned their attention toward the girls. Olivia's heart began to race like a cornered rabbit. She had to keep away from Billy. The moment his hands were on her everything was lost.

He smiled at her.

"No," Olivia said to herself as her chest warmed at the gesture. Beside her she could hear Apara echoing the word.

Olivia remained frozen in position as Billy approached. When he was just within arm's reach her rational mind regained control. She stumbled off the chair, trying to escape, but Billy caught her.

"Careful," he said. "You don't want to hurt yourself." He held her wrists as she struggled uselessly to escape his grasp.

"You don't have to do this." Every moment drained away more of her will. His smell and touch, his very presence, was hypnotic. Panic began to transform into arousal. "Stop."

"Calm down," he said patiently. His lips found the nape of her neck. "I promise this is for the best. You aren't in trouble."

"What?"

"You've already been punished." He continued to kiss her. "This is an education."

Olivia's body began to go limp. "Billy..."

"Quiet." He released her wrists and she let them fall at her sides. "Look at Apara. She knows how important this is."

The younger girl was enjoying Max's ministrations as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Her struggles became weaker and weaker.

Olivia despaired. "No..."

"Always say yes," Billy reminded her.

"Yes."

"That's right." He pushed one finger into her mouth and another into her sex. "Good. Keep watching her. See how she submits?" Billy drove her arousal higher. "A woman's body cannot resist its natural needs. This is the High Truth. Remember that? Submitting to a man's guidance is the only way for a woman's soul to be in harmony with her body."

"Uhh..." The finger in her mouth kept her from forming words.

"Keep watching."

There was nothing else to look at except Apara descending into submission. The scene was enrapturing. Olivia knew much the same thing was happening to her.

Apara had given up on fighting back. Her mouth hung open mutely. Her hips moved in time with a slow beat that only she could hear, not yet touching her lover's manhood but constantly trying to. As Olivia watched she gave a weak smile. Max had the girl completely subdued. It had been less than a minute and all resistance was gone.

Olivia could feel how little fight was left inside of her. When she looked down her hips were moving as well, dancing languidly in Billy's lap. She willing them to stop but the moment her concentration wavered they began again. It felt so good and so natural. Fighting was hard. Submitting was natural.

"What are you thinking?" asked Billy.

She moaned without speaking.

"Good." He pumped his fingers between her lips. When he slipped his finger out he traced the drool down her chin onto her chest. "Apata is very well trained, he can get her to show her true feelings very quickly. I bet you want to be just like her."

"No, I..."

"Say yes," he encouraged. "Always say yes."

"Yes."

"Very good." He kissed her on the cheek and Olivia turned toward him until their lips met. His tongue warred with hers. "Keep watching," said Billy, turning her toward Apara again. "This is important. There is more between a man and just what we've done so far. More than touching and kissing. Watch. They're in love."

Across the room from them she saw them begin to make love. Max gradually sank his manhood inside of Apara. As he did the movement of her hips became more urgent. She moved her whole body in rhythm, fucking herself into oblivion for him. Her body flushed. Her eyes lost all focus. She spoke wordlessly. Max kept whispering into her ear.

"I..." Apara shuddered. "Love. Love. Fuck me. Love you."

"See?" said Billy, snapping Olivia out of her reverie. "That is love. Sex is the greatest pleasure a woman can experience. This is how a man and woman express the deepest emotions. Words are nothing compared to the act of physical love."

Olivia nodded.

"Do you want to be in love, Olivia?"

"Yes."

"That's right, all girls want to be in love," he said. His words poured into her mind like honey. "Sex will make your brain melt so all the shame and lies out the outside world will just dribble out of you. There won't be much left but that doesn't matter. You'll be in love. Would you like to do that?"

She nodded again.

The head of his manhood teased the lips of her sex. "You've become so compliant. That's good. The truth is so hard to deny. Submit to me. Let yourself become joined in love."

"Submit," repeated Olivia, hypnotized by the sensations passing through her. "Yes."

He plunged inside of her and her world imploded. "Olivia." He whispered her name while buried up to the hilt in her sex. "Olivia, answer me."

"Yes..." Her mind returned ever so slowly. The sense of touch first, hands on her skin and the firm shape of her lover. Then warmth, the heat of his body. Scent, a musk of sweat and love. Colors danced in front of her eyes. "Yes..."

"That was just the beginning," he told her. "I'm going to start moving now."

She nodded mutely.

"You are such a good girl." He kissed her softly as he began to make love to her. "I really do love you, Olivia. So clever. Such a quick learner."

Olivia had had sex before, been fucked, taken pleasure in a lover's intimacy. Billy made her feel completely different. It was incredible. He knew her body better than she did. Every movement of his manhood's effort stoked the fire inside of her. He was true to his word, her brain was melting. Her body quaked as little thrills of pleasure ran through her.

He kept whispering to her while they made love. The words were far away. All she could hear was the comforting sound of his voice. It didn't matter what he was saying. He spoke. She listened.

Climax claimed her, body and soul. She fainted.

"Olivia." Billy kissed her. "Olivia."

"Yes..."

"Wasn't that nice?" he asked, fingers teasing her clit to keep her arousal at its peak.

"Yes."

"That is such a good word. You must love saying it." He pulled out and pushed slowly back in. "Do you know what happens if I do this too long?"

Olivia shook her head, unable to form a proper thought.

"I'll fill you up with my cum." Billy kissed her on the lips. "That's how girls get themselves pregnant. I think I'd like that and I think you'd like it, too. Fill you right up." He continued to play with her clit as he kissed her neck. "You're going to be a good girl and have another orgasm when I do that."

"Yes..."

"Good."

His hips began to move more quickly until after what could have been hours she felt his liquid heat spray inside of her. She shuddered out an orgasm. As she clenched around his manhood she could feel every inch of it. Her breathing stopped. All the strength went out of her.

Olivia awoke in her own bed several hours later with Billy beside her. "Welcome back."

"Hi," she said meekly.

"We should do that more often," he said, "and not in private. The whole compound should see how much we love each other. Get some sleep now." He kissed her on the forehead

-)(-

Olivia awoke at first light, before Tristy even arrived to wake her. Her bed that morning was damp with sweat and sex. The fingers of one hand were buried inside of her sex. Her other hand was at her breast. She could smell the heady musk of lust in the air. Her eyes barely remained open. On the television the sound of impassioned lovemaking. The man's voice reminded her of Billy.

She shook her head and curled up beneath the blankets. Closer to moistened sex her scent was stronger. Olivia licked her lips. She wasn't sure what worried her more, that she had lost control or that she had done so while thinking of Billy. Apara had been right, the cult and Billy had gained too much influence over her to have any chance of escaping. She was weak.

Masturbation calmed her nerves a bit until the sound of Tristy entering the room interrupted her. "Morning!"

Olivia looked up at the girl. "Good morning."

Tristy fairly beamed at her. "I heard that you and Apara got in trouble yesterday!" She moved in closer. "Don't worry about it. Getting caught with another girl happens to everybody. You should have asked me where to go." She giggled. "We can tease Peter at work today!"

"That's okay," said Olivia. "Don't we have to get to morning education?"

"Right!"

Olivia and Apara kept apart on the way into morning education and found seats on opposite sides of the room. 

For the first time May was not already in the room waiting for the class. When she finally arrived her whole body was flushed. Some of the girls tittered, knowing how her morning had gone. She attempted to hold a harsh expression but it faltered every time. Finally she propped herself up against her desk. "Good morning, class."

They all greeted her in kind.

"Today's lesson will be taken from history." She rubbed the inside of her thighs. "In the early days of the world women avoided the affections of men. Indeed men and women chose to live apart, each believing that the other was alien to them. Because of this women's cities were dens of lust, every citizen so enraptured with her body or that of a lover that little was accomplished." May licked her lips unconsciously. "The cities of men were also unable to function. They sought power without restraint and turned constantly to war."

May paused to adjust her posture. One hand brushed, perhaps accidentally, clit. She sighed and licked her lips, all composure lost for several seconds. Olivia watched the display in fascination. Someone must have been sent to keep May in line, as dependent as all the other girls.

"Does anyone," asked May, "know the names of these two mythic cities?"

A well endowed blond girl raised her hand. "Urri and Urai."

"Correct. These were the days when the High Truth had yet to be learned, long before the first Matriarch and the first Patriarch. The men invaded the city of Urai. When they did the women found themselves unable to resist. Their minds became quiet as they were taught of pleasure and submission." May paused where Olivia was seated. "Can you tell us what this story means?"

"That we must always appreciate the gift of a man's guidance."

"Indeed, Olivia. Now all of you recite with me." She returned to the front of the room. "We pray that our minds be simple and quiet. We pray that our bodies be obedient. We pray that what we cannot master will be mastered for us."

The class echoed the words.

The rest of their lessons regarded meditative practices to use during exercise. She went around the room asking each girl for her favorite mantra and then the class repeated.

"Always say yes."

"Always say yes."

"We must bring our soul into harmony with our body."

"We must bring our soul into harmony with our body."

She came to Olivia. "What is your favorite, dear?"

"We want to be in love."

The words echoed all around her in pleasant mindless unison.

May smiled at her.

-)(-

She kept track of the days as they passed, realizing that her chances of escaping were always decreasing while her chances of being discovered increased. The lack of food combined with the drugs and indoctrination left her too weak to plan very far ahead. She continued to observe, waiting for a chance to get out.

One day was much the same as another inside of the compound. The rules regarding women's bodies were not enforced by the men, she found. Indeed the cult of the High Truth vested little official authority in men. Women guided each other with firm advice. Supervisors like May ensured that no one lasted more than a day without receiving the attentions of a man.

Days began with morning education followed by work until lunch. Every day she promised herself she would stay away from Billy, just once. She wanted to believe she had at least that much self control.

She never did.

He found her every day, one way or another, and took her into his arms. He patiently condescended to her while they made love, undoing everything she knew about her body and her soul to replace it with teachings from the High Truth. Each day he taught her about the proper ways between men and women. At the end he rewarded her for her submission with a pastry as if she were some sort of small animal he was training to eat out of his hand.

After lunch was a few more hours of work then time to exercise until dinner. The final meal of the day was always simple. Afterward was sleep, what small amount of it she could claim. When she felt brave, or perhaps weak, she sought out Billy. He always helped her to sleep through the night. Her mind quieted in his presence rather than racing with lust.

The films that played in her room were utterly fascinating. The simple erotic narratives enraptured her so completely Olivia began to worry that she was either getting hornier or stupider, or both. As if they could read her mind the movie that played after she'd had that thought was perfectly on topic.

She sat on her bed, staring at the screen.

"This is Trish," said the narrator. "She's not very smart."

The girl on the screen waved.

"That used to worry her all the time because she couldn't help out the way the other girls do. Her boyfriend Tim has been trying to help. Let's see how Trish and Tim met."

The screen swirled hypnotically for a moment before settling on a scene in the compound's main garden. The movie followed the girl for a while, showing her messing up the simplest tasks or getting distracted by masturbation. Eventually she stumbled into Tim. The boy helped to introduce her to her own body. His words seduced her slowly but surely.

Olivia recognized what was happening as exactly what was being done to her. Trish's vacant eyes were like a mirror of her own, too dumb and horny to do anything.

"Trish still isn't very smart," concluded the narrator, "but now she understand that it doesn't matter. She's sexy and that is a way to help the community."

Olivia realized she had been masturbating to the video and willed herself to stop. It was difficult. Tomorrow Billy would help her.

She froze in place at the thought. The image of her lover's face in her mind was enough to make her smile. But that was wrong, they weren't in love. He was just using sex to control her.

It felt like love, though.

She wanted to be in love.

-)(-

On Sunday Olivia managed to avoid being in contact with Billy nearly the entire day. It took all of her mental effort to plan her one day of peace. She knew just enough about the schedules to make it happen. At dinner, however, Tristy bounced into the seat next to her.

"Hey, Olivia," said Tristy, "I noticed that you kept missing Billy all day. That sucks."

Olivia nodded.

"I made sure to remind him not to let you along for so long." She shook her head. "Boys can be really forgetful about stuff like this. You were fidgeting all day without him."

"W... what?"

"He'll make extra sure to find you." She moved a little closer and whispered conspiratorially. "I know he's your favorite."




The Truth Ch. 04



"That's okay," said Olivia. She finished her food quickly and raced back to her room. There weren't any locks on the doors but with some luck she could pretend to sleep if she arrived before Billy did.

In the end she proved to be much too slow. Billy was waiting for her back in her room. 

He smiled as she came down the hallway. "I can't believe that I missed you for a whole day. I tried to find you during exercise. If I didn't know better I would have thought you were trying to avoid me."

"Listen I..."

He approached her while she remained frozen in place. "You're trembling from the cold." Billy put an arm around her shoulders and escorted her into the room. "Let me turn the heat up."

She nodded. "Just one day," Olivia said to herself, desperately. "One day."

"What's that?"

"I'm fine. I said I'm f..." A hand cupped her ass while an arm drew her close to him. "Fi... f..."

Billy grinned boyishly. "Being a little bit weak is alright, you know. Growing up on the outside you haven't had as much time to learn about having a woman's body. They probably never let you indulge yourself. After a day without help you must feel so frustrated." He rubbed her bottom and Olivia warmed. "Remember that you can ask for help if you need."

"N..." She couldn't seem to form a complete thought. "Nuh."

"You're going to feel so much better now."

Olivia nodded in defeat.

Billy quickly did away with her as he laid her out on the bed. She found her mind quieting as he began to touch her more in earnest. He teased out the reactions he wanted from her until he tongue was hanging from her mouth in wanton need.

"Doesn't that feel better?"

"Yes." It really did. She reached out to kiss him. "Yes."

He let their lips touch for only a moment. "Tonight I have something even better for you," he said. "I've been saving it for a special occasion. Stay there."

"Yes," repeated Olivia.

His touched vanished for several seconds and its quick return was welcome. "Part of a relationship is sharing. Open your eyes. This is a special tea we make here."

Olivia stared at the clay cup in his hands. Steam curled off the top.

"Take a sip."

When she did his fingers squeezed her nipples so encouragingly that she nearly spilled it on herself. The tea tasted sweeter than she was used to. "What is it?"

"Tea."

She blinked. "What..." She blinked again. "What kind."

"I don't know the exact name but it has a drug in it that makes people very very happy, nothing bothers them anymore." He took the cup from her hands and eased his manhood inside of her sex. "The important part, though, is that it will make you very talkative. You'll just want to say everything that comes to mind. Isn't that great?"

Olivia frowned, something about that sounded less than great. A smile was spreading across her face nonetheless. When Billy kissed her rather than wait for an answer it felt more sensuous than it ever had before. Her cheeks and chest were flushed with desire. His tongue explored her mouth.

"Your friend Apara has been telling secrets," Billy told her. "Max made sure she was talkative, too. Such a good girl but not very clever. Apara thinks you're hiding something."

"I'm a reporter," admitted Olivia. "Oh... don't tell that to anyone." She giggled. "I might get in trouble for spying." The laugh turned into a pout as another thought entered her mind. "Don't hate me."

Billy shook his head. "I could never hate you."

"Okay." She smiled up at him.

He stroked her skin tenderly and gave her a kiss on the neck. "I want you to tell me all of your secrets."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Billy continued to kiss her for a few minutes. Their lips pressed together. His tongue warred with hers until she gave in. When her breath had been taken away he explored the rest of her. She felt in lips on every inch of her skin. Olivia cooed and shuddered.

"What paper you do write for?"

"The Independent."

"A local paper, that's good." He kissed her again. "Who knows that you're here?" His kisses became more insistent and his fingers moved quicker.

Olivia lolled her head. "Umm..."

"Did you forget the question? That's fine, you can be forgetful. Who knows that you're here?"

"Just my boss."

"Are you sure?" His lips found the soft skin beneath her chin.

Olivia giggled at the kiss. "Yes, I went undercover. No boyfriend." She gave him a darting kiss on the lips. "Not yet."

"How about family?"

"Haven't seen them in years."

Billy shook his head. "That's a shame," he said tenderly. "You should start making a new family right here. I bet you would just love that."

She hummed to herself.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes."

"Tell me what your story was going to be about, I'm so curious."

Olivia shook her head and ended up dizzy. "You... you wouldn't like it."

"Of course I would."

"It was about the High Truth being a cult and kidnapping girls. Evil sex cult. I figured that if I found Apara I'd have proof."

"Do you still think we're an evil sex cult?" asked Billy.

Olivia laughed. "Yeah, you're trying to brainwash me and everything."

"I guess you weren't very well prepared. Just a silly girl who didn't know what she was doing. I'm sure we'll teach you better than that." He began to massage her breasts in earnest. "There's a word for a sexy silly girl who lets herself get captured and loves it. A girl who's too dumb to do anything but enjoy her body."

"Bimbo!" squealed Olivia.

"That's right."

"I'm not a bimbo," she protested childish.

Billy laughed. "You aren't?"

"No."

"Right now you're sitting in my lap, letting me make love to you even though you think that I'm brainwashing you, not even trying to resist. That's dumb and silly and weak. Just like a bimbo." He continued to kiss her. "I'm not brainwashing you, though, I'm teach you to be a complete woman. You used to be so repressed."

"I was?"

"Yes, I bet that a week ago you wouldn't even tell me your naughtiest fantasy. You would now, though, wouldn't you?"

Olivia licked her lips and ground against Billy experimentally. "I always used to worry about being caught masturbating by a boy," she took a shallow breath, "but after a while I started to imagine what would happen if I really was caught. 'd have to do whatever he said or get in trouble." She sighed at memories of the fantasy. "After a while I started to just fantasize about him making love to me and telling me I was a whore. Does that make me a slut?"

"Yes it does," said Billy, kissing her breasts. "You are a silly sexy bimbo slut. But that's okay. No one expects you to be anything else. That is the High Truth, remember?"

She giggled. "I know." She pushed her breasts up toward him. "Why did you want to know that?"

"We have to make sure our family doesn't get hurt by nosy reporters who go poking around in our business." He continued to suckle at her breasts, tongue swirling around her nipples. "This way I know one of your weaknesses. You're helping us to keep you under control."

"That sounds good."

"I know how much you want to help."

"Yes."

He made a curious expression. "Tell me how you would take care of a silly reporter who wanted to write a story about us."

Olivia ground her crotch against him. "I'd get her pregnant. Make her fall in love and never want to leave. She'd be all silly."

"That is such a good idea." He brought his fingers to her sex to drive her toward a long awaited orgasm. "We'll get her sexed up and dumb from the inside out. She doesn't stand a chance." He brought his lips to her ear as his pace increased. "You don't stand a chance."

Olivia's climax turned her mind off entirely for a moment. She recovered to more kisses from her young lover. He was insatiable and she had no will to resist. No will at all.

"Take this," he said, placing a candy in her mouth. "Once you swallow it you'll fall asleep and forget the last few hours."

-)(-

Olivia awoke more rested than she could remember yet her first few moment awake were filled with the sensation of being utterly cornered. The feeling faded quickly but never disappeared from the back of her mind. She tried to think back to the previous night but nothing came together.

The stress was getting to her and she had always trusted her instincts in the past. Investigating would bring more stress, she realized. Obsessing and thinking about stuff was just going to make her unhappy, she had to stop. She knew how to strop thinking. Beneath the covers she began lazily rubbing herself. 

She licked her lips at the sweet sensation while all of her stress melted away. Her thoughts went with it but that didn't matter.

After several minutes it dawned on her what she was going. Olivia shook her head. "No," she groaned to no one. "I can't... I have to..."

Yes.

Her hands kept up their delightful ministrations, never quite bringing her to orgasm.

Always say yes.

But the intrusive thought of "No." refused to go away. Goods girls always say yes. She continued edging until all she could year was yes.

It was time to go to morning education.



The Truth Ch. 05



The television in Olivia's room was off for the first time she could remember, the silence was strange. No erotic propaganda bombarded her. Beside her she felt the warm and weight of a body. She turned her head.

"Billy."

Her love smiled mischievously at her. "Good morning, Olivia."

"So... early." There was no clock to tell the time but the sun had not even begun to rise.

"Sorry to wake you," he said, planting a kiss on her lips. "I though you might sleep better with a man beside you than just the films playing."

Olivia rolled against him gratefully. In an instant she had fallen asleep again. The sound of dozens of feet pounding the floor awoke her hours later. Morning education. She was going to be late. "I've gotta... uh... late..."

"You're not going to morning education today," Billy told her.

"What?" Fear started to rise inside of her. "I..."

He placed a hand on her should and mind went instantly quiet from the reassuring touch. There should have been something disconcerting about being so easily controlled but nothing about it felt worrying to her at all. He was there to comfort her. He made her smile. "You sounded frightened."

"Yes."

"Nothing here should ever frighten you," he said, rubbing a finger up and down the folds of her sex. "This is a community of love. Tell me what it was."

She opened her mouth to respond. "I..." Telling him the truth would be so easy. Billy loved her, after all. He'd understand. Lying had become such a burden. "I..."

He masturbated her patiently while she tried to form a response. She was already slick with need.

"I..."

"It sounds like you're having trouble thinking." He replaced his hand with hers. "Make sure you don't cum, now. Just keep on the edge while I talk. Your brain will be all gooey."

Olivia stared at him as the pleasured herself. Splitting her attention was so hard. Holding herself back while she tried to come up with a lie he'd believe.

"For my first guess," he said, "maybe you are scared that you'll miss something important at morning education."

"No."

"I didn't really think so," teased Billy. "For my second guess." He hummed thoughtfully and watched her for a few minutes. "You are so beautiful like that."

Olivia nodded.

"Okay, for my second guess I'm going to say that you're a reporter."

Olivia's jaw moved soundlessly, unable to stop touching herself. "You... how..."

Billy smiled comfortingly. "I have my ways of finding out."

"I can explain," she said helplessly. "I can... I promise I can explain."

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Of course you can, honey, but that doesn't matter. You're a part of our community now. Nothing you used to think matters anymore. Only the good thought we've given you are worth having. Just be happy."

"Billy..."

"Hush." He silenced her with a finger. "You are a beautiful and sexual woman. It's no wonder they tried to use you like that. We've taught you better haven we?"

Olivia couldn't think of an answer.

"The wonderful emptiness in your head is so perfectly feminine." He kissed her. "Keep edging yourself like that. The only thing you need is that sense of need. Desire. Lust. Love. It's so nice to be in love."

"Yes."

"I can see in your eyes how close you are."

"Yes."

"But you're going to stay on this side with me until I send you over the edge, aren't you?" He pressed their lips together as he dragged her hand away. "Whatever you were afraid of is all gone now. That's how we get rid of things we don't want. Every bit of it just dribbles right out of your ears."

Olivia nodded.

"It is perfectly okay that you're a reporter. We want you to keep doing that."

"N... no..."

"Good girls only say yes," admonished Billy. "That's a hard lesson to learn but I know how to help you get past it. Those propaganda video you always watch, the ones with the smiling sexy girls in them, always need new actresses." He nibbled at her ear and made her shiver. "Would you like to be a star and set a good example?"

"Yes."

His loving fingers began to masturbate her again. She moaned. "I think you deserve a big reward for taking this step." Billy turned her on his lap and undid the ties of his pants. With one hand on her back and the other collaring her neck he leaned in to kiss her. As their lips touched his manhood slid inside of her inch by inch. "Very good."

"Billy..."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

He smiled. "And I love you, too."

"You have to help me," begged Olivia. "Get me out of here. I don't want to be brainwashed and turned into whatever... a bimbo or something."

"Once you're a bimbo it won't be nearly as scary."

That made sense. "But..."

"I know you're scared of being educated because you were told that we're bad people but we're in love. Trust me that this is for the best."

"But I'm getting dumb and horny and..."

"And that's why you need to take advice from a person who loves you. A silly girl like you doesn't know what's best for her." He kissed her again. "Let me help."

"You're the one doing it," Olivia said, confused.

Billy stroked her cheek. "Then it must be good for you to be silly."

Olivia nodded.

"Good, I'm glad you can be so obedient."

Billy placed her down on the bed, using some pillows to prop her up. "I have to go out but I want you to stay here and keep practicing making your head empty." He arranged her hands so Olivia was masturbating herself. "Here, I'll put the television on for you. Special show. Make sure to pay attention."

May's smiling face appeared on the screen as quiet music began to play. "Hello Olivia, don't speak just listen. Listen to the music. It's going to help me hypnotize you."

"Yes..."

Billy placed a finger on her lips. "Listen."

Olivia nodded.

"Make love to your own body," suggested the matriarch. "Feel yourself. Embrace the sexual impulses inside. Accept desire. Accept lust. Know that your will is meaningless. Being of service to a man is the purest expression of femininity."

The fingers in her sex that kept her on the edge made her moan. She could feel the Truth. 

"We always need girls who can set a good example for the others. Our propaganda videos could use you. Wouldn't that be nice? Rather than struggling all day to read and think you could simply make love all day. Imagine it." The matriarch's smile brightened. "I was much like you when I started, all of us begin as outsiders in one way or another. I learned about my body and became free. Speak to Billy tomorrow, he will help you become a conduit for the truth."

"Yes..."

"Feminine sexuality can be a wondrous thing if you allow it to be. Participating in sessions with the propaganda division will give you a chance to explore yourself. While you work your every action will be under careful direction. Are you touching yourself, dear?"

"Yes," said Olivia as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of her sex.

"I know you are. Keep doing that." The matriarch's voice was smooth and comforting. "By the time we're done with you, Olivia, you'll be a drooling idiot who fucks like an animal and you'll love it. No more being clever. Just a silly obedient slut. Good girl."

"Yes..."

At some point the video began to loop but by then she was too far gone to care.

-)(-

The very next day Billy took her back to the propaganda office where she had been working. This time, however, she went into one of the main rooms where they made the films. Knowing what was inside, her breathing deepened as they approached the door.

May was waiting inside with a video camera on a tripod pointed at a couch. She smiled as they entered but Olivia couldn't take her eyes off the couch against the wall. It was the same one she'd seen Apara on in the video that was sent to her. The images from the video reeled through her mind.

"As I'm sure Billy has already told you we know that you're a reporter," said May. Her voice remained as kind and understanding as ever. "We would like to have a story written about us."

"No." Olivia shook her head. "I know what you're trying to do and it isn't going to work."

Billy wrapped his arms around her belly. "Trust me, dear, it works very well. Women like to be in love. They don't even know how to resisting being controlled like this."

"So... so you admit that this place is brainwashing people."

"No at all," said Billy. "We're only telling your the truth. Deep down even the strongest women are weak and pliable. Their lives are so much better once they understand that. Civilization teaches you to be something other than what you are."

"No," she shook her head again, "that's a lie. You force us to feel the way you tell us to."

"Maybe it is," her lover admitted softly as he pulled her into his lap. "Perhaps everything about the High Truth exists to fuck with your head. Drugged food to make you into a whore. Indoctrination to make you love it. Hypnosis to help the seeds take root. Constant sex to encourage every horny degrading thought we put in your hollowed out little head."

The captive reporter's teeth chattered.

"But you're in love, Olivia, so all of that is okay."

May picked up a glass of something green and took a sip from it. "Anything they are drugged with I am drugged with as well." She shook her head. "These drugs don't make you feel anything you wouldn't feel otherwise. They merely strip away civilization's demands about how you should feel."

"They do it to you, too!" cried Olivia. "They fuck you until you do as your told.

"What do you want?"

"A discussion." She gestured to the video camera. "I've already recorded a bit. Let us present our position in counterpoint to yours. Isn't that at least fair?"

Olivia eyed the camera warily. She refused to believe for a second that there was any kind of fair debate being planned. Unfortunately the only alternative was being taken forcibly by Billy. The thought of it made her shiver in anticipation but she shook the feeling away. "Fine."

"This is going to be very simple, you answer a few questions then you'll edge yourself stupid." Billy kissed her on the back of the neck.

"Stop!" gasped the reporter.

To her surprise Billy moved to the other end of the couch.

"Why?"

"We aren't monsters, dear. He understands how you feel now," said May. "It is important that we see you express the beliefs of the outside world with clarity. There is something called feminism, right? Please explain it."

Olivia took a deep breath. She tried the revealing robes tighter around her body to cover herself but that exposed her legs and sex. Steadying herself she looked back at the camera. "Okay."

"Any time you're ready."

"Feminism is the belief that women, like men and any other gender, deserve basic human rights. Dignity. Respect. Autonomy. The ability to participate in government. It is the idea that women are people and should be treated as such." She glanced toward Billy and took another deep breath. "Feminism opposes the idea that women can be treated as animals or property of second class citizens."

"Those are principles we embrace," said May.

"What? Women here are slaves!"

"You see free sexuality as a way to manipulate women but it is a core part of who we are. This feminism that outsiders believe in tries to suppress that. There is no respect for Truth."

Olivia shook her head. "Your women don't have any rights. They receive no education."

"And what would they do with that? Complicated education just causes stress. Our women can live natural lives. We are happy to live the way we want to."

"The men rape the women here, every day."

"Such an absurd notion. Why do you insist on mistaking sensuality for something sinister? Our women always say yes. Everything is consensual."

"They're drugged!"

May smiled maternally. "Words can contain deceit or errors. How can you fault us for wishing to communicate in a purer form? The language of the body is the language of Truth. You have experienced this for yourself by now. Men know to listen to what our body says. How many times on the outside have you wanted a man but not been able to say anything?"

"I..."

"This 'feminism' is chaining your soul rather than letting it be free. It is unnatural. We're offering the chance to live the way you were meant to."

Olivia's mouth gaped. She couldn't think of a response.

"And now Billy will present a rebuttal," said May. She nodded to the young man.

Billy slid down the couch and placed a hand on Olivia's shoulder. "You're a slut and no one should tell you otherwise," he said.

She tried to speak futily.

"Honey," he whispered placed a finger on her lips, "if you were anything but a sexed up, desperate girl you'd be trying to stop me right now." Billy wafted a glass of something beneath her noise. "Take a drink."

Her lips parted slightly.

"Just a sip." He put it against her lips and she accepted a sip without resistance. 

It tasted like sweetened wine. Her body warmed as it spread through her. Comforting softness enveloped her mind. She struggled to put together her next thought until Billy rubbed her breasts and she let it slip away into the air. Her sigh of pleasure gave him an opportunity to help her finish the glass.

"That's exactly right," he said as the last of it went down. "Now you should feel much more cooperative."

Her hips twitched randomly as she edged herself.

"You're the one doing it to yourself," he said to her quietly. "This is all you. It feels good, I know it does."

Olivia nodded.

"I'll let you cum if you say what I tell you to," said Billy. "How would you like that?"

"Yes," squeaked Olivia. "Please."

He whispered the words in her ear.

"I can't..."

"Yes you can." He whispered the words to her again and made them sound so sweet. "Just say them and I'll let you cum."

Olivia squeezed her eyes closed as she continued to finger herself. She let the words speak themselves. "Women are weak and foolish and need a man's firm guidance." She licked her lips and glanced at Billy. "Now?"

"Say one more thing."

"But..."

"You need guidance in life, let me guide you." He left a fluttering kiss on her lips then whispered more words to her. His breath was warm but made her shudder as it passed. "Say it for me. I love you. Don't think. You don't need to think, it's too hard. Open your eyes." He smiled at her when she obeyed. "Look at the camera."

"Feminism is a lie," said Olivia. "I don't need respect or dignity."

Billy kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue past her lips and swirling it around hers. He held her face in his hands.

Olivia panted weakly. "Now?"

"No."

"What?"

He pulled her hands away from her sex. "I lied."

The reporter shuddered. "But..."

"See how out of control you are?" he said. "This is why you need guidance. All someone has to do is say they'll fuck you and you will do anything."

Olivia nodded.

"Feminine weakness," he reminded her. "The kind of need that melts away your brain. Let me demonstrate."

"Okay..." She licked her lips and rubbed against him.

"May is our matriarch here, the most important of all our women. She attained that rank through her purest femininity." He beckoned to the May and the matriarch stepped away from camera to kneel at his feet. "See that? May lives obedience every moment of her life." He untied his pants. May took him into her mouth immediately. He scratched the back of Olivia's neck. "She accepts that being a woman means living in accordance with the needs of her body rather than her mind. The only purpose for thought is to please others."

Olivia panted.

Billy kissed her before setting her aside so the could hold May by her head and force his way deeper down her throat. "She never struggles against being controlled. Right now she can't breathe. Most women would be afraid but she knows that it doesn't matter." After more than a minute he released the matriarch.

May slid to the ground, spent. A moment later white seed splattered across her skin.

"That is what it means to be a woman," Billy said into his lover's ear. "You give your soul up to another person."

"Yes."

He kissed her, letting his lips linger against hers. "Good girl. You're learning. Now, clean it up," suggested Billy, pushing her head down toward May's body.

She could see the shallow rise and fall of the unconscious woman's chest. A light sheen of sweat covered her. Her lips were slightly parted. The semen on her skin had begun to dry. Billy continued to push her closer until she could smell the mixture of sweat and sex and cum. Her tongue reached out to taste it.

Olivia licked up the salty cum from the matriarch's skin. By the time she was done she had regained control of herself. She continued anyway. Behind her she could feel Billy's eyes watching her. When she was done she gathered herself demurely beside May's wanton flesh.

"Such a good girl," said Billy.

-)(-

Billy's new, more active role in their relationship, rapidly destroyed Olivia's sense of time. She wasn't sure what day it was. The other girls didn't help to hold her together. Tristy and May encouraged her to give in. Only Apara offered any hope, struggling to stay sane alongside her. She tried to get out to see her behind the greenhouse whenever she was able.

The morning after her third day of education Olivia threw a pillow playfully at her lover. The soft puff of bedding hurtled through the air until it bounced off of her bare chest. He laughed and tossed it back in her direction. "Good morning to you, too." Billy checked the camera that watched their bed.

"Why are you recording all of this?"

Billy smiled at her. "Because its important to document these kinds of changes in a woman's life. This is rebirth into a community of love."

"Don't say that."

He kissed his way up her neck. "Oh, you want the other reason?" he whispered. "Does it make you wet to know I'm going to fuck your soul into oblivion? Okay. We're going to study this video to learn more about how to break a woman. Every second your don't resist helps us. If you ran away, who knows, that might save some girl from being taken by us." He pulled away. "I won't stop you."

Olivia panted.

"Go on. You're free." He dipped his fingers into her sex. "Soaked, but I'm sure you can smell that already. It does turn your on to betray other women. Slut." He moved closer again. "I love you."

"I love you," echoed Olivia, without thinking.

"Not the slightest bit of willpower left. Do you even remember why you're trying to resist?" He brushed his lips against hers. "You could just be my wife."

"Yes."

He laughed pleasantly. "Soon, you have to start wanting it deep down."

Olivia nodded dutifully.

That day after lunch she slipped away to the greenhouse in hopes of cooling her body. She pressed herself against the cold glass.

"Um, Olivia?"

She looked up. "Apara."

"Thinking about Billy, I bet."

"Every time he talks to me it like being fed poisoned honey." Olivia grabbed her head. "So sweet but once it gets inside it..."

"It makes you weak," said Apara. "I know."

"I can't stop him."

"No, you just don't want to."

Olivia shook her head. "I do."

"A girl who really wanted to be free would resist but you're not even trying. Have you noticed that we're edging?" asked Apara. "Max says its a natural response for girls like us to edge ourselves when we get stressed. Feels good."

"Apara," asked Olivia, "they've already got you don't they?"

"I think so," said the girl.

"What's it like?"

"Wonderful." Apara squeezed a breast and moaned to herself. "I don't know why I kept lying to myself for so long. You still have to learn how to submit proper. All that brainwashing that was done to you has to be fixed."

Olivia sighed. "It's hard to unlearn everything I was taught."

Apara nodded. "That was the problem I had. Even once I fell in love with Max I wanted things that aren't part of a proper relationship. The secret is not to try. Like, what are you thinking about now?"




The Truth Ch. 05



"How to ac..."

"But you could be edging yourself instead of thinking! That would help open you up to what he tells you. Any time you might think do something more productive instead."

Olivia started to respond but Apara took her by the wrist and pushed her hand between her legs.

"Edge, don't think."

"Um..." Olivia pumped her fingers. "I..."

"No thinking, jut edging. Relax." Apara took a seat next to her and started to edge. "Tristy. Help set a good example."

The girl laid down in front of them to spread her legs. Tristy was clearly experienced with edging herself. Her fingers exposed the inside of her sex and teased it inside and out. She saved her clit for last, until she was already slick with need. Dipping into her honey pot she raised two fingers to her chest and teased her nipples into hardness.

Olivia watched the display in amazement.

"She's beautiful," said Apara, placing a hand of Olivia's skin. "Just like you are. Be beautiful. We're here as nature made us." She planted a kiss on Olivia then another then slipped her tongue past her willing lips. "This is why you came here, remember? To find out what happened to me. Now you know how perfect it was."

Olivia stared at the sky. Even though Apara had held out for months she was just about ready to give in after a week. She couldn't be that much more vulnerable to it. It was as though they were right about what she was. A dumb slut. A natural slave. "It's a lie. You have to see that," Olivia pleaded as much to herself as to Apara. "They don't love us. The men just want us to be sex toys and breeding stock." An image of herself, pregnant and drooling with pleasure, flashed though the reporter's mind. She smiled at it.

"Even if it is a lie," said Apara, "even if the only thing they care about is turning is into be obedient slaves, does it really matter? I love Max. You love Billy. That's what is important. A community of love. This is the happiest and most connected to myself that I've ever been. All the fear I've ever felt is melted away along with my brain."

"Yes."

They remained entwined like that for a long time, edging their minds away with natural lust while they watched Tristy do the same to herself. Lips on lips. Skin on skin. Sometimes Olivia touched herself and sometimes it was Apara who teased her. Fingers, slick with sex, invaded her mouth whenever Apara's kisses found a new place to enjoy. She knew what she wanted in life.

-)(-

The intense education continued for days while Olivia slowly learned to leave behind all of the things she had once believed. During the day she and Billy made love in front of her camera. He whispered the Truth to her and told her to repeat it. Her television played back the videos each night to remind her of her new beliefs. Occasionally she stayed up late while Billy's arms where wrapped around her just to watch herself in rapture.

After a few days he gave her headphones so she could hear the words all the time and edge herself to keep her mind as malleable as possible. Her own words, her new beliefs, the Truth, was gradually imprinted onto her. She helped herself be molded. Remembering each day was hard but remembering was thinking and she wasn't supposed to do that.

Little flashes of her time in the propaganda room came to her during the day. Highlights of the best moments. The ones that taught her the most or that felt the best.

"This part is going to be hard," said Billy, "which is why I'm here to help you say it." He kissed her softly. "A proper woman of the High Truth needs to leave behind everything. You can't hold onto things you thought were good." His whispered breath was warm. "It's time for you to betray those things like feminism you used to believe in."

"No..." She struggled uselessly against his arms.

He petted her patiently until she relaxed. "Ready?"

Olivia shook her head without conviction.

"Yes you are. Say that all a woman ever needs to be is sexy and obedient. The only thing that matters in your life is being a slut."

"Can't..."

"Of course you can say it. Say it for me. I will be so happy if you do." He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips that left her lightheaded. "I love you. Say it."

"But..."

"I love you," repeated Billy. "Even if it isn't true say it so that it can become true."

Olivia looked deep into the unblinking eye of the camera for several seconds. She was in love. Nothing compared to that. "Women... um... women should... should be obedient."

"Good girl," cooed her lover. "So good. Say it one more time."

With more confidence she faced her camera. "Women should be obedient."

"I love you when you act like a woman. Soft. Obedient. Weak."

Another day, perhaps, or a different time, she was in his arms again. Edging had unfocused her eyes and mind.

"Tell the camera that you're stupid and weak and you need a man to control you."

"No..." she moaned, still trying to hold onto herself.

Billy ignored her. "You know it's true. Women are weak. Their bodies cry out for a man and they are too weak to refuse." He nibbled her ear. "If you were strong you won't let me turn you into a desperate drooling slut. Addiction is undoing you. Addicted to sex. Addicted to love. Too weak to stop."

Olivia only shook her head.

"Addicted," he told her.

The word echoed in her head. Addicted.

"Stupid."

Stupid. "Stupid," she repeated.

"Weak."

"Weak."

"Now say it for the camera."

Olivia nodded. "I'm stupid and weak and I need a man to control me."

"Good girl."

It wasn't always Billy talking to her. May was always there to help comfort her. The matriarch explained the mysteries of the Truth to her while Billy used her body silently.

"Listen to May," her lover told her as his manhood eased past her nether lips. "She is very wise."

The matriarch of the faith took a seat in front of her with hypnotic eyes. "Always remember that sex is a mutual act," she told Olivia. "He gives you pleasure. You give him your soul."

"Mutual..."

"Yes, it is a way of sharing yourself. In the act of love a woman must give up everything about who you are by submitting to the needs inside. Your lover can only encourage this submission, you must by the one to expressed it. Recall your meditation lessons." May massaged her breasts lovingly. "Inhale pleasure. Exhale thought. That's right. Empty yourself of everything but the Truth."

Olivia felt it becoming more true with every breath.

She wasn't sure if she was in the memory or in the present.

He made her want to submit. She suppressed the parts of herself that told her not to. At first it felt strange, like fighting against herself, but the longer she did it and the more May told her the easier it became. The thoughts that said she was being manipulated were seeds of doubt planted by the outside world. The feeling of degradation and weakness was natural, something she needed to embrace.

Her mind trembled under the strain and she felt her body shake with exertion.

"Its okay to be stupid," said a memory, "men like dumb girls."

"Women are lustful."

"Sex is something you become a part of."

"All you want to do is make love."

"Let me into your soul."

"Turn into a silly bimbo girl for me."

She smiled to herself at the remembered words. They were so smart. She only hoped she could learn to be what they told her.

-)(-

One day after Billy had brought her to the propaganda room and stripped her naked he watched her for several moments. Looked curious he placed a hand lightly on her belly. It drifted up over the curve of her breasts. He scraped a nail over one already hard nipple so that she parted her lips. His other hand touched her neck as he moved her like a doll then tipped her head to kiss her.

She sighed.

The happiness in Billy's smile was infectious. "What were you thinking about just then?"

Olivia stared at her young lover blankly. "Nothing."

"That is a good answer, honey. Nothing. Just edging to keep yourself dumb and sexy?"

"Yeah."

He put a hand over the fingers she had buried in her sex. "I think that you're ready now." Ever so slowly he pulled her out of herself. He moved her onto his lap so the tip of his manhood rubbed her outer lips. "Ease yourself down."

Olivia's hips lowered her onto him as slowly as she was able. 

He put his hands on her to keep an even pace. When she was filled he held there. "I hope you're still thinking about nothing." Billy slid his hands up her back to her shoulders and pulled her closer to his chest. "There we are," he whispered, "you're ready to get yourself filled up even more than this. Think about it."

"Yes!" She practically shouted the word. Her lips trembled when he started to move. "I love you."

"And I love you, too. Quiet now. Just feel everything." He began to move more quickly inside of her. Her sex quivered in anticipatory pleasure, clenching around his manhood. Whenever she tightened he gave her breasts an encouraging squeeze. 

Olivia's climax came before Billy's. The first shock of orgasm rushed through her electrically, pulling every fiber taunt. It burned into her mind. When the grip of pleasure released her the remnants of spread outward from her belly like warm liquor through her veins. She sighed as she entered a soporific stupor. Even as she relaxed Billy continued to move in his ceaseless rhythm. His effort caused little aftershocks to shudder through her as he went.

Finally, after she had lost all track of time, Billy buried himself fully inside of her sex and held himself there while he filled her with his cum.

-)(-

"Billy!" She leaped at him and planted a kiss on his lips. "I learned so much last night."

"That's wonderful." He kissed her back. "I thought you might be upset."

She giggled at him. "Why?"

"Because I raped you," he reminded her. "Isn't that what they call it where you come from? We spent all that time working on your little brain. If we didn't wash away all those lies it might have been really bad. Its good your dumb and silly."

She ground against him. "There's no such thing as... what was it?"

"Nevermind what it was called. The important part," he said sweetly, "is that you're a stupid little bimbo now. You are going to do so much for the High Truth."

"Uh-huh..."

"Are you listening?"

Olivia shook her head. It was so wonderful to press her body against him. She ground her crotch on her leg. She pressed her breasts to his chest. The more aroused she became the quieter her mind was. It was like being in heat, every fiber of her body demanded sex. Every sense but scent and touch faded into nothing. She moved on instinct.

Panting to show her need. A kiss to draw him in. Skin on skin.

His sex pushed into hers and she made a sound like an animal, gripping his shoulders with her fingers. She gave him her body and soul as they made love. An exchange of spiritual essence.

When his hips touched hers she moaned in gratitude. A little more of herself slipped away each time. She became weaker and weaker. Her mind began to approach a state of transcendent emptiness.

Orgasm left her floating on a cloud of bliss.

She lay on the bed weightless as the world slowly returned. She felt her lover's seed inside of her. A heavy musk of sex washed over her so strong it was almost suffocating. The pounding of her heart sent hormone laden blood through her body, still drugging her brain with lust. Her lips, her sex, and breasts were so sensitive that every breeze made her draw in a breath.

As her pulse slowed and the rushing in her ears lessened she opened her eyes.

"That was..."

"Yes," said Billy.



The Truth Ch. 06



Olivia looked out over the water from her reclining chair while she absently fingered herself. The honeymoon was wonderful. She and Billy made love twice every night and twice every day, whether she wanted to or not. When she wasn't in the mood he seduced her or forced her depending on his inclination. She quickly learned to keep herself constantly ready for him since they inevitably had sex anyway. She sipped from her drink and smiled at the way it made her head swim.

"Enjoying the beach view?" Billy asked from behind her.

"Yes, I am."

"Come over here, honey," he said taking a seat on one of the other chairs. "Crawl for me."

Olivia rolled off of her chair and crawled to where he was seated as she had been taught. Without waiting for a prompt she pushed her nose into his crotch. "Can I?"

He patted her on the head. "Suck."

She pulled down the waistband of his pants with her teeth until his ready manhood was exposed. Olivia kissed it. She parted her lips a moment later and accepted it into her throat like a gift. The last few weeks had taught her more than she ever thought it was possible to know about pleasing a lover. Inch by inch she pushed it deeper, her eyes never leaving his.

It was a special kind of experience to make herself do it. His eyes weighed down on her but she was the one who chose to choke herself for his pleasure. Her lover's sex filled her throat, keeping her from speaking or breathing. He smiled at her. She pushed it further.

Finally, lightheaded from lack of air and surplus of endorphins, she began to draw herself away. He placed a hand on the back of her head. The touch was soft. Not strong enough to hold her in place by force. She knew what he wanted. It was like having him physically suppress her will. Olivia stayed where she was until he released her.

She collapsed on the ground at his feet with a thread of drool strung between them. She gasped gratefully for air.

"That was good," he told her. "We want to kill off a few brain cells every time."

Olivia nodded.

"But we're not done yet are we?" He turned her chin back up. "Get going."

Olivia took him into her mouth again and began to suck in earnest. It felt good to be a proper woman after years of denying it. She lived to please him. If she was good enough he might even let her touch herself while she sucked. She put the thought out of her mind. As she sucked and licked all the thoughts were eventually pushed away into pleasant blankness. The trance was better for her than sex.

After several minutes of tasting her lover he finally pushed her away. She fell back, gasping and shivering from pleasure. A moment later Billy's seed sprayed across her skin. Olivia lay where she had fallen.

"You look good like that but it's going to start to smell. Get a taste. I know how much you love it."

"Thank you." She scooped the cum up and sucked it from her fingers.

He studied her while she cleaned herself. "You are a fucked up, broken down little slut, aren't you?"

Olivia nodded.

"Time to erase what's left of that naughty reporter who tried to defy the High Truth." He turned her face in his hand. "One more time before we go."

-)(-

Olivia returned to work in appropriate office clothing with an eye toward showing off her body. It had been a mistake to dress to too conservatively before. Her new skirt hugged her ass and heels helped to make it pop. A half cup bra pushed her breasts to nearly the limits of her blouse. As she walked through the office everyone turned their head to watch.

She had never been so confident in herself. No more self deception.

"I have the article for you, Jack."

He stared at her, mostly at her body, for a few seconds before answering. "Olivia . . ."

"What?"

"You said you were going to be gone for a week. Its been two months. Also you look like a . . ." He didn't finish the thought. "What happened?"

"It took longer to write the story than I thought it was going to." She handed over the paper Billy had helped her to write about the real truths behind the High Truth. "Here it is."

Jack shook his head. "The deadline is long passed. But," he glanced at her breasts again, "fine, let me see what you wrote." Her editor picked up the paper that Billy had written for her and scanned the first several lines. "This isn't exactly what you said you were writing."

"I said I'd do a story about them. That's the truth."

"Actually I recall you being pretty clear that they were a sex cult and you wanted to take them down. This is nearly hagiographic."

Olivia shrugged. "I don't know what hieroglyphic means but changed my mind. They're good people."

"Changed a lot of other things, too," muttered Jack. "Are you really sure this is what you want to print? It doesn't even read like your work."

"I had some help."

Jack nodded. "Right." He set down the article. "I'll get back to you by the end of the day." 

Olivia walked back out of the office with another word, swinging her hips to give everyone a good view. Billy was waiting for her in the car. He put his hand down her skirt the moment she sat down and pulled her into a deep kiss. When he released her she pushed his fingers deeper into her with a breathy sigh. "Thank you."

"Of course. Did he like the article?"

"Mmhmmm."

"Did he like your new look?"

Olivia grinned. "Yeah."

"Once that article gets published you're going to quit your job," Billy told her. "It's a distraction and, besides, people will start to notice the change in you. Can't have them getting suspicious. I'm sure you would rather help at the compound anyway." He pulled her closer. "Besides, we both know you're too dumb to be a reporter anymore."

She kissed him.

"Do you want a reward for being such an obedient slut?"

"Yes!"

They found an alleyway to use. Billy pressed her against the wall. "This is who you are now," he reminded her. "A month ago you might have objected to me taking you like this but now there's nothing left of pride in your head. You give yourself over to lust because you know it is in your nature. Too weak to resist."

"Yes," hissed Olivia. She felt him push inside of her. The most fulfilling feeling in the world. Sex was what she lived for. She pushed back o get him deeper. "I live being dumb and sexy."

"Good girl, learning to accept the Truth."

She panted for him.

"That's right." He held her there, using her body, until he was satisfied and cum dripped down her legs. "Do you still want to be a writer?" Billy asked as he escorted her back to the car.

"Kinda."

"I was thinking that we could put you to work doing an easier and more important job than being a reporter. You're going to start a website to tell all the other girls out there how better it is to be silly and sexy."

Olivia squealed with glee.

-)(-

Billy set up the website for her the next day, a place where she could spread the Truth to everyone in the world. Getting to have a computer in her room was an incredible privilege so she had to promise not to tease the other girls about it or abuse the privilege. Olivia spent several hours thanking him for the gift. 

The screen of her website was bright pink and white with distracting little spiral patterns everywhere. She got lost in the spirals for an hour the first time he showed it to her. Music played whenever a new page opened to encourage proper behavior in her and any girls from the outside who got curious.

She took questions and offered explanations to anyone who sent them. She left links to the High Truth website to other girls could become enlightened like she had. Mostly she wrote about how good it was to be a real woman. Whenever she heard a good mantra during morning education she rushed back to her room to tell everyone.

Her writing on the website quickly became more popular than an of the "serious" stuff she had tried to write before. Billy was right, her old career was a waste of time. She made sure to edge herself while she wrote to keep her mind in the proper state. People were so supportive and she loved helping the other girls to discover their true selves.

Weeks went by with all of Olivia's energy focused on pleasing Billy and working on her website. The posts she made helped to train herself every day. The last few old beliefs she had were discarded quickly.

One day Billy found her at the computer, fingers buried in her sex. He pulled her hand away and waited while her mind slowly returned to the real world. When she finally turned toward him in recognition he smiled brightly at her. "I have a surprise for you today," he said. "Close your eyes."

Olivia obeyed, wiggling excitedly in her seat.

While she sat there, blind, Billy's fingers played over her skin. "You are the best investment we ever made, honey. Usually a girl comes in and is fun for a few quick fucks before we find a buyer but you're actually turning a profit. That website of yours has brought in a dozens curious little bimbos and a few angry feminists that didn't know what they were getting into." He kissed the back of her ear in a way that made her giggle. "I want you to meet one of the girls you lured to us. She's still a bit too clever to be a bimbo."

"Oh . . ."

"Do you think you can fix that for me? You'll get a nice reward for it."

She nodded.

"It really is amazing," mused Billy. "We put so much work into breaking down the little sluts we get when you can do it just by talking. The best drug in the world. I just want to see you pour it right into her brain." He took her out to the courtyard where people were gathered. He pointed to a girl in a bubblegum pink shirt and a jean miniskirt. "That's her. Go talk. Help make her like you."

Olivia bounced over to the girl. "Hi! Welcome to the High Truth."

"You're Olivia, right?" asked the girl. "The natural sexuality advocate?"

"Umm . . . I've got a website."

"I am sure a huge fan of yours, your thoughts on how corporate culture seeks to commoditize the female form in the guise of feminism is totally making waves. This place is so amazing," said the girl. "I wasn't sure it really existed."

Olivia nodded eagerly. The girl sounded really smart. She was sure that would get fixed really quickly. "It just the perfect place for girls to live. The boys are so nice."

"Listen, I super want to stay but I don't want to intrude on a meal or an orgy or anything."

Olivia grabbed her hands. "You can stay here no problem! It's almost just time." The drugs would help dumb down her new friend. "This will be great. She pulled her along toward the lunch tables."

"The women here are . . ."

"Naked?" said Olivia. "That's right to keep us physically close to the world. Just enough fabric to protect the skin." She jiggled her breasts and giggled. "Outsider clothing is too confining. It's really artificial."

Billy stopped by with a plate of fruit shaped sweets. "I thought these would be good to impress our guest with," he said, setting down the platter. He kissed Olivia deeply then drew away while her sex overflowed onto the table. "Have fun, girls."

They ate for several minutes, Olivia making sure that the other girl 

"I'm . . ." The girl shook her head. "Kinda tired."

"And horny, right?"

"Umm . . ."

Olivia giggled and pulled her into a kiss. The outside girl still tasted of the drugged food she'd eaten moments before. "You're going to have so much fun here."

"No, I'm just vis . . ."

"Good girls always say yes." Olivia cast her robe aside and snaked a hand inside of her new friend's pants to rub against the girl's already dripping sex. "Just have fun. You never ever have to leave." She kissed the girl again. "One of the boys will help take care of you but we should put on a show to let them know how sexy you are."

The girl resisted weakly while Olivia helped her out of her clothing. She spread her legs and bared her breasts so everyone could see.

"I'm going to show you how to edge," promised Olivia, fingering her friend. "Just touch yourself like normal without cumming. It messes with your head super good. Get yourself stupid. Remember from the website? Get your brain all melty for them."

"No . . . stop . . ."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to stop." She massaged the girl into limp relaxation. "You think too much. It isn't natural for a woman to think. Sex is natural and it's more fun that talking and thinking and arguing. All you have to do is learn to say yes."

"No," mumbled the girl.

"Yes," encouraged Olivia. She pumped her fingers inside of the girl. "Just say yes and that could be a man. Submit your soul to him. They can clean all the icky thoughts out of your head and when they do it feels so good. Like getting scrubbed down in a shower."

Speechless the girl trembled in her arms.

"Once you say yes," said Olivia, "a boy will come over and make love to you so you can learn. You might even get to cum if he likes you." She smiled. "But only if you're very good. When you cum its very special."

The girl nodded.

"You have to say it so I can hear."

"Yes . . ."

Olivia squealed with glee and kissed her new friend on the lips. The girl looked up at her, defeated.

When Olivia turned away Peter had approached from where he was seated. He took the new girl by the hand and drew out of Olivia's lap with a smile. He whispered something in her ear that made her flinch away but with one hand on bottom he guided her along anyway. After a few more kisses she followed him like a puppy.

They made love for everyone to see, Peter making sure that no part of the girl's body went unexposed to the community. It reminded Olivia of her own initiation. Billy taking her into his arms to teach her about being woman. She began to edge herself as she watched.

"I am so proud of you, honey," said Billy, suddenly blocking her view. He picked her up by the hips to place her on the table. "Her mind will be broken in a few days. For that you deserve a reward." He didn't hesitate another moment. The petals of her sex split to give his manhood entry.

Olivia gasped.

"You were so smart and proud when you came here. I'm glad we fixed that."

She nodded. "What was her name?" asked Olivia. "I never . . ."

"Does it matter? She's going to be as silly as you in a few days. Another whore for us." Billy rubbed his hands over her breasts tenderly. "I think I'll keep you. In fact you could be the next matriarch some day." He tasted her skin. "A bit more time and your head will be totally empty. Right now you can still think but soon only the Truth will be left. Lust. Desire."

She groaned.

"That's right, just cum your brains out for me you little slut." He pumped in and out of her. "So long only getting to edge. You have permission to fall apart for me now." Billy kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth. "Let's make love, dear, until you have nothing left to give."

Olivia wrapped her arms around her lover as she began to lose control of herself. Spasms rippled through her muscles. She clamped down on his manhood with her sex, feeling every inch of it. The pleasurable wave of each climax broke in success against her soul. A primal growl sounded in her throat, rich and deep.

Billy pressed his lips against hers to cut off her voice. His energy was limitless. Olivia panted and shuddered. She was pushed out of consciousness by one especially intense orgasm. She struggled back to the surface where her body sent such sensations to her mind. Unable to keep her mind together she gave up and let herself just experience the ride. Her body was no longer her own and neither was her mind or soul, her lover decided what she would feel.

She was grateful for that.

Eventually one wave pushed her under and she stayed there, drowning in a hormonal sea.

Olivia awoke alone on the ground, discarded and used. Sweat had pooled around her. The musk of her lover overpowered everything else. Semen dripped from inside of her. She squeezed the muscles of her sex to feel it slide around. Her hips began to move as she raised them up. Billy might want her again soon, it wouldn't do to not be ready.

She licked her lips and dipped two fingers inside of herself. They scooped up the mingled juices for her to taste then returned to her sex. In a matter of seconds every thought had been banished from her mind. She laid there for hours making love to herself without ever letting herself move past mindless to climactic pleasure. That was a gift for her lover only.

It was so good to be in love.

So natural to be stupid.

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Over time the High Truth wore away their former enemy's mind. Edging ground her will into dust. Hypnotic mediation erased her thoughts permanently. Drugs turned her stupid while every skill but lovemaking faded away from lack of use. Desire melted away any notions of independence. Constant carnal need ate away at everything else. Olivia became nothing more and nothing less than what they told her to be. Gradually she was turned into less than Billy's wife.

A woman. A body. Wanton flesh kept warm by the beating of her heart.

She was kept as a particularly responsive sex toy. Her natural sexual responses were more pleasing than her thoughts had ever been. Each day someone whispered praise to her.

"Good girl."

Her experiences were simple. Obedience. Weakness. Lust. Lust most of all. She couldn't help but do as she was told and loved every moment.

"Good girl."

Those were her favorite words. The only words that matter.

"Suck."

"Fuck."

"Good girl."

She still knew her lover's voice when he spoke to her. The words were sweeter. They caressed her simple mind differently than any other. His smiling face made her laughed. His body made her body burn.

One day when he was done with her turned her face so he could look into her eyes. She saw herself reflected back. Every trace of thought had been erased from inside her head. Only the base animal instincts remained. Sex. Hunger. She smiled at him but never stopped edging herself. When he kissed her a wordless moan rumbled inside of her, the closest she could come to speaking any longer. He placed a hand on her cheek and she licked at it hungrily.

The hand moved away and was replaced with her lover's manhood. She let it past her lips.

"Good girl."

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