Story codes: Mdom, Mg, ped, anal, BD, oral,
reluct
WARNING: The events and characters of this
story are absolutely true and this sad, sick tragedy will inevitably
unfold just this way, unless of course, you manage to learn
something from it and nurture some compassion for the contradictions
of the human condition.
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Summary: Timond discusses the nature of being a
Brother with Reverend Sendd and he has a very unusual interaction
with an unconverted acquisition.
Timond stood outside the door. After announcing his
presence, he had been told by the building network to wait and he
did so patiently but was beginning to wonder if he should not have
brought some schoolwork or perhaps he should ask the network to
summon a girl to play with. He suspected what he was waiting for was
the Reverend Sendd's schedule of orgasms. This particular place, in
front of the Reverend's door always made him uncomfortable. How many
times had he had his ass fucked on the other side of that door by
the Reverend and associates when he was a young boy? Timond felt
like he was surrounded by somewhat abnormal characters. The Reverend
Sendd was one of the most unusual in several ways. One way in
particular often disrupted other people's plans. That was his
obsession with having an orgasm every two hours, "whether I
need it or not," he frequently notified his colleagues and
associates. His aim was not only to make the most of an all too
brief and too busy life, and, Timond presumed, earn a nicer stable
in Satan's afterlife. But as, the Reverend often extolled, he
believed so plentiful and frequent orgasms would extend this life on
Earth. "As long as I can cum, I am healthy," he would
insist, and this, in his special logic, would keep him endless
healthy. Timond could not follow the cause and effect logic, but had
to admit that, so far at least, there was no evidence to the
contrary. In addition, if one is going to obsess on something, there
are worse obsessions than cumming, at least here in the Denali
commune.
Forneus, Timond's "father" had told him
once that in the world of chaos
outside the commune, men measure themselves by money and power. In
the Denali commune power is certainly important in such a tight
authoritarian hierarchy, but day to day men measure themselves
against each other by their virility and the size and range of the
stables they manage. The Reverend measured well in both areas.
The door slid open revealing the Reverend, his hand
on the ass of a large female, and his cock dangling down, partially
deflated in front of him peeking through his black robes' opening.
"Timmy! Good of you to make the time and my apologies for
making you wait. I know what a busy young man you probably are. Come
in. Come in."
Timond walked into the most opulent "office"
in the sprawling complex called Novum, at least that he knew of. A
huge window dominated the central room and that window was dominated
by a giant, rugged, snowbound mountain. The view always gave Timond
a sense of insignificance and self-importance in the same moment.
When he recovered his attention from the view he saw the female was
bound and facing the wall in a position that Timond immediately
recognized as the tiptoe strappado with an ankle spreader bar and
rear held high by a crotch rope. Next to her another female hanging
from the ceiling in a reclined, almost sitting position, her legs
strung separately hung by her knees, and her arms bound in a box tie
behind her back. Her spread knees displayed a wide, brown flappy
cunt, still open from use. Then he recognized what he thought was
furniture was instead a preteen girl folded over on her knees and
bound to a display stand. Her ass and genitals were an angry, slimy
pink, her mouth gagged and eyes tearful. Timond was left wondering
which hole the Reverend had ultimately relieved himself in.
"Welcome to my evening copulatatorium. I was
supposed to be on watch tonight, but I took the evening off from my
usual vigilant duties to enjoy our evening together. Brother Gressil
is monitoring the network alerts tonight."
"I have some dishes prepared for us partly as
a celebration of your coming achievement. ..." There was a
pregnant pause to see if Timond appreciated the pun. Timond politely
smiled. "... and partly to remember the fun you and I used to
have when you were a young buck, new to fucking. You were always one
of my favorites, Timmy." The Reverend slipped his arm around
Timond and guided him to the girl bound in the wide strappado
stance. The blond, looking to be about an older teen, maybe 17 or
18, had her legs and ankles held wide and straight by a spreader
bar. Her hands were bound together with her arms straight and pulled
high behind her by one of the plethora of winches hidden in the
ceiling of most Novum rooms. The tension on this cable was enough to
keep her high on her toes causing her calf muscles to stand out and
gave her legs an attractive form. Her raised arms also tipped her
chest forward making handsome size C breasts pendulous. The position
was stressful enough to induce audible breathing from her. A small
strap ran from her nose ring to her clit ring, holding her head down
to face the floor. "Look at that nice round ass and a fine
puffy pussy," Reverend Sendd said admiringly.
Timond slipped his hand down along an ass check and
pulled it back enough to see the Brotherhood
tattoo near the anus. The tiny date at the route of the thorny
rose tattoo indicated she was a convert acquired only a few months
ago.
The Reverend nodded. "Yes, she is new to the
Brotherhood's Thorne Stable. We got her from German traffickers. She
has such fine conformation that we decided to use her for egg
harvesting and put the fertilized eggs in cows
for birthing." The Reverend ran his along her head. "The
position doesn't show it well until her head's pulled back for
fucking, but she has a very nice face. Would that her personality
were equally attractive. She's been a little problematic lately,
hence some intensified training as you can see."
Timond ran his hand down her ass. "Brother
Raum took our physiology group to embryo lab that is developing
invitro transplants for a tour. It's part of our final this month,"
Timond said as he used a finger to deeply probe into her vagina. The
girl flinched and went higher on her toes. "They put an IUD in
her so she could be fucked without interfering with ovulation
right?"
"I don't know. I'm sure you know more about
this technology than me, Timmy." Reverend Sendd patted her
back. "I rather ride'm than study'm." He licked his lips.
"Anyway, you are certainly welcome to use her tonight if you
are interested. And after tomorrow she will be in the stable for
your enjoyment."
Timond smelled his finger. "Does she speak
English?"
"I don't know. I never asked." The
Reverend put his hand on the side of her hand a pulled slightly. "Do
you speak English bitch?"
The blond teen could not turn her head because of
the nose ring to clit ring cord, looked at him from the corner of
her eyes, but made no response.
"Well, she's had a rough day. I took her out
of Old Raspy's playroom this afternoon. But she's a fine filly
for foals,"
the Reverend said proudly.
"So who decides whose sperm is used?"
Timond looked at the Reverend, "I asked Brother Raum but he
just didn't give a very clear answer."
The Reverend put his arm around Timond's shoulder
again, "Ah, Timmy, good question. That's one of the reasons you
are here tonight. We will discuss some of the qualities, intricacies
and pitfalls to be avoided as you navigate Brotherhood politics.
This and what I call "bitch economics" are two subjects
they do not teach you in school. Before I answer your questions in
detail let's finish looking at our selections tonight, shall we?"
"May I make one adjustment to this one, sir,
that I think you might like?" Timond looked at him inquiringly.
"Of course, Timmy. I appreciate your artistic
sense in these matters," the Reverend acceded.
Timond touched the strappadoed filly's collar.
"Bael,
deliver 15 centimeter red heels to fit this filly."
"And Bael, have them brought along with two
cups of green tea by that little fluffer I favorited this morning,"
the Reverend added and guided Timond to his next display, the
hanging girl.
"Fluffer
Rosie will be made available to bring green tea and 15 centimeter
red heels sized for filly Onya.
"Here's another nice little filly I thought
you might favor." Reverend Sendd grabbed her bare foot and
turned her to face them. She was suspended by three ropes, one from
arms behind her back, hand to opposite elbow, and two ropes to each
knee which spread her crotch wide open. The girl looking to be a
young teen kept her eyes on Timond's crotch. She was perhaps 14 or
so with sandy blond hair and B cup breasts, which, even though she
was mostly on her back, were nicely rounded. "This is the tie
we used to use before the breeding frames became popular. You
inspired me, Timmy."
"Inspired you? What do you mean, sir?"
Timond played with the girl's toes then felt her downy crotch.
"Your training session on rope bondage turned
up some alerts that were allocated to me as a watcher. I reviewed
some of the video. Nothing to be concerned about, routine stuff I
assure you." As the Reverend spoke he ran his hands along the
girl's torso, across her breasts and up along her neck and cheeks in
distracted admiration.
"So, can I ask, sir, what does that mean as a
"watcher". I have heard Brother's mention it before but
they always told me I was too young to understand and that, it's
something I will learn about if I become a Brother. And, you know,
the other boys tell stories but they don't know anymore than I do."
Timond was standing between her spread knees, idly playing with the
girl's pussy and clit as they talked.
"What do the boys say?" Reverend Sendd
smiled at him.
"Oh, you know. That's what you call it when
you guys talk to Satan and that you tell him things and he tells you
things and ... you know ... do your hocus-pocus stuff." The
girl was wearing a collar
whose bottom had a thin red line meaning she was available for
fucking and other use, at least by him. He flicked her clit ring
with his fingernail, then pinched her clitoris just in front of the
ring watching her for a reaction. She flinched her knees towards
each other and, standing between them, he would have been snapped
had she not been properly restrained by the ropes, but it appeared
to be a reflex reaction and she made no sound in response.
"Mm. A little sensitive there are we?"
the Reverend chortled, patting her cheek.
Then in a more serious voice, "Bael,
extinguish
the hearing of all bitches in this room." Then to Timond,
"Well, in sense, that is not entirely off, Timmy. As you know,
there are constant video feeds of virtually every space and corner
in Novum. And you may know that those video feeds are recorded and
scanned by the building software for indications and warnings of
inappropriate bitch behavior. Any behavior, language or interaction
we want explicitly discouraged is consequated immediately. But it's
actually more elaborate than that. You see, though the Brotherhoods
monitoring network is constantly learning, it often cannot make the
finer distinctions made to infer what humans and females are
intending." The Reverend looked down at the girl's face and ran
his hands back down along her neck to her breasts which were also
ringed.
"So questionable observed behavior is readily
directed towards a "watcher", a trusted, intuitive and
experienced Brother such as myself. Watchers can make decisions
about indicators of potential problems and avoid them before they
occur. It is one of the ways that we avoid chaos here in the
Brotherhood society. This is one way the monitoring network learns
to predict problems and consequate indicative behavior more and more
efficaciously. Usually when a Brother refers to "Satan" in
the context of our management, they are referring to the building's
computer monitoring network and its higher level system of
evaluation. This is what we call it. It was originally an acronym I
think but I don't speak enough computerese to remember what it
stands for. Some Brother's like to call it artificially intelligent,
but I think there is nothing artificial about it. It records
decisions we have made, and uses them as future indicators. It
learns from the judicious wisdom of the Brotherhood."
Timond toyed with the girl's vaginal labia. "So
it even watches the boys? It watches me? It evaluates me?"
"It watches us all, Timmy. It watches us all,
and your evaluations are quite high. High enough to become a
Brother, so no worries. Rest assured you are on your way up, boy,"
he said as he cupped a breast and caressed it.
Reverend Sendd moved his hand up over the breasts
nipple ring
and touched it with his own. "Any way as I was saying ..."
The girl moved in response, gritting her teeth and
straining against the ropes.
"... watching your skillful instruction
reminded me of how good many of the Brothers were at that sort of
thing years ago. Now it's kind of a formality of promotion from Form
4 to Form 5 like you said, but you reminded me of how valuable it is
for the girls." Reverend Sendd looked at the hanging teen's
face, then at Timond's and smiled. He now put a hand on each tit and
began to massage, play with the nipples and frequently visited her
nipple rings with his finger rings.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Reverend,
valuable for the girls?"
Timond was actively toying with her clit now,
moving is thumb across, chasing the little nub back and forth.
"Since I watched your training on video I have
been more mindful of properly securing my girls while they are in
waiting. You see, I'm sure at some point it has been explained to
you that females need special kind of security to feel ...
comfortable and ... secure."
Timond recognized the game they were playing, and
began to use both hands to work the girl's vaginal sex and clitoris.
He pushed is
ring finger against the clitoris ring at the same time Reverend
Sendd's rings touched her nipple rings and they could smell the
Orgzone
seeping under her collar.
The girl's eyes closed for a few seconds and they heard a muffed
moan as Timond pushed three fingers into her pussy far enough to
bump her cervix.
Sendd continued, "It is very important, when
we manage our females to keep them thoroughly in control. Now,
Timmy, you have a reputation of having a special talent at managing
our girls with very effective psychology. I can assure you that it
is equally important and greatly facilitates their psychology to
have them feel completely under our control by having them
physically bound, not just psychologically.
"To say it in fewer words, Timmy, they need to
feel secured to feel secure. Routinely kenneling them at night keeps
them settled down and quiet. Right?"
Timond noticed the girl's toes stretching out wide
and flexing back as her eyes closed again, then opened to dutifully
watch his crotch. Her collar
was flashing a rapid red.
"Uh.. I guess," Timond wasn't sure. He
didn't routinely crate his girls with the crate door locked.
"When a girl is delivered for my use and I
know I won't get to her for a bit, you reminded me that it is my
responsibility to use bondage to make her feel safe and controlled.
This is both the natural right and responsibility of men, Timmy."
He was milking her nipple with a thumb and finger and moved his hand
up to touch her ring yet again. This time they could both see some
momentary wetness under her collar as it delivered it's Orgzone
"Evolution has given males a wonderful
capacity for freedom, but it has given females an intense need for
our control. Females are weak in mind, in body, in spirit ... they
are emotional basket cases and they need us to manage them. It is
the only way they feel safe, secure and ... in their place.
"They need us Timmy. We need them for
satisfaction, entertainment and procreation..."
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when
the girl's eyes closed, her collar
locked on a solid red, and as she strained against the ropes, she
let out a very loud, opened mouth groan. They watched her as she
tried to buck against Timond's fingers and tried unsuccessfully to
squeeze her thighs together. As she quieted Timond patted her
stomach and turned to the Reverend Sendd, "You were saying ...
uh ... they need us?"
"Yes, and we actually need them for
entertainment and procreation. And you will see they serve other
functions for us. Many sorted and acute conflicts have been defused
the the gift of a fine young bitch or mare. But the great discovery
of the Brotherhood is that they need us to provide them a proper
station. They are only truly fulfilled under our feet. Now that all
of our other physical needs are so easily accommodated by modern
technology and having lost their traditional roles as providers, men
risk becoming ancillary footnotes at the end of history. But with
this," Sendd patted the girl's stomach as one would a fine
steed, "this is the property that men truly value now. This is
how we demonstrate our true dominance of nature."
The girl's breathing had now slowed and she had
opened her eyes to gaze at the Reverend's crotch which was now
easier to see. Sendd turned and motioned to the girl bound on her
hands and knees, "See the little one over there?" Reverend
Sendd looked at the preteen hogtied wrist to ankles, kneeling on a
stand. "She was delivered a few hours ago. I used her for my
hour 14 consummation. I think I will relieve myself in the little
cunt once more tonight. But I want you to understand that it is much
better for her to be bound in a respectful position than to be up
running around getting into some mischief which the little ones are
always prone to."
Timond approached the little girl. "She's very
young. How old is she?"
"She's nine I believe. Yes, we ... I actually,
decided to break her for riding quite early. The Brotherhood needs a
few of those for us pedo prone Brothers. I'm going to lend her to
Zaki after I finish with her as a reward for his excellent work of
late. When they are that small they can be prone to lesions in the
vagina, as you know, and some genital injury but we have become
quite proficient and selecting the right bitches and prepping them
for accelerated use. Most of the time it has worked out well, though
there have been a few disappointments. Anyway, this one just came in
from a poacher, I believe. As you can see she hasn't been ringed yet
or had any kind of prep, like memory treatments. Brother Kogut likes
to call girls like her an "hors devours". We'll assign her
to a trainer in a couple of days. You should try her tonight and see
what you think. Or if you prefer we have several new arrivals, some
even younger if you are so inclined."
Timond shook his head, "No, it's not my thing.
I am not up to you and Zaki's level of pedo preference."
"Well, you will find as you get older, you
look for the ... the novel." The Reverend pushed his index
finger into the little girl's vagina suddenly and the girl screamed,
lurching against her ropes. "All the finer pleasures are an
acquired taste."
"Yes, sir. I suppose. Sir, could I perhaps
play with this one a little while we talk?" Timond reached
under her and ran a finger along her rosy red vulva.
"But of course, Timmy. Release the ropes and
bring her over to fireplace chairs. We shall sit, have some tea, a
little fondle and a good discussion." As the Reverend was
sitting himself in one of two large chairs in a small fireplace cove
in a corner of the large room, Timond released the girl's hogtie.
She unsteadily crawled off the display stand and immediately fell to
the floor folding herself. "Come on, that's good. Now stand up
and let's go sit by the fire," he said holding out his hand.
The 9-year-old struggled up, but then standing was immediately off
balance from hours of bondage and almost fell over. Timond reached
down and caught her hand and arm. "Here," he held her hand
as they walked toward the fireplace.
She was staring up at him and suddenly he stopped.
"Oh, that's right. Bael, restore hearing to all the bitches,"
Timond commanded.
"Acknowledged. Restoring hearing of all
bitches."
Before they could sit down the computer network
announced, "Fluffer Rosie is waiting at the door."
"Bael, allow her in," Reverend Sendd
responded. The door slid open and an 8-year-old girl with long, dark
hair carried in a tray holding a teapot, cups, and a bright red pair
of very high heels.
"You go sit down in front of that chair, "
Timond said pointing to the floor in front of his chair. He turned
to 8-year-old, "Rosie, I'll take the shoes. Take the tea to
Reverend Sendd."
Rosie was wearing a little red negligee, a blue
thong, also wearing her own smaller version of red high heels which
she was obviously not accustomed to. They made her little ass and
calves standout nicely but walking in them required her
concentration. She precariously made her way, balancing the tray,
towards Timond. He stepped quickly to the girl and relieved her of
the heels. "Do you want me to help you with that?" he
asked.
"That's ok, Mr. Timond. I've got it," she
answered as she tottered her way towards the Reverend Sendd who was
smiling and holding out a hand.
"Here," the Reverend taking the tray from
her as she arrived. He pressed a release hidden under it's edge and
four long legs popped out for him to sit it down. "Pour, Mr.
Timond and I some tea, then come up and sit on my lap."
"Yes, sir," Rosie said sweetly and
eagerly picked up the teapot to fill the two cups.
Timond went behind the girl. She was bent over,
still standing on her toes and ducked under her arms. He carefully
lifted a foot and guided her toes into the shoe. The girl gritted
her teeth and made a grunting noise. He did the same with the other
shoe but this time the woman's response was a little louder. "Bael,
extended the wrist winch 3 centimeters more."
"Thank you, sir," she said with an
audible sigh.
Timond reached into his one of the pouches of his
ever-trusty utility belt and pulled out a ball gag. Standing above
her, he unclipped the thin strap from her nose ring, slipped the
ball into her mouth and it's strap behind her head, then re-clipped
the strap running up from her clit ring back into her nose ring,
finally loosening the strap's tension slightly. "Quiet bitch,"
he said loudly enough for the Reverend to hear.
He stood back and looked at the shape of the
woman's stance, then patting her ass he turned towards the
fireplace.
"Ask Mr. Timond if he would like milk or
sugar, dearie," the Reverend said to Rosie.
As he was sitting down in the wide chair, Rosie
politely addressed him, "Mr. Timond, sir, would you like milk
or sugar?"
He smiled and shook his head. Then he looked at the
naked 9-year-old sitting on the floor in front his chair and wiggled
his fingers to motion her to come. She immediately rose and kissed
his crotch again before standing. "What's your name?" he
asked the girl as she slid onto his lap.
At first she said nothing and he thought perhaps
she did not speak English. Then quietly just above a whisper she
answered, "Chori."
"So you're a little fuck bitch," Timond
made it an appraisal but almost a question. The girl only nodded yes
in answer. "Show me my pussy." Again she was slow to
respond, but then leaned over towards him onto her left hip placing
her left arm on his shoulder and pulled her right boney knee up
spreading a little. Her legs were long and her feet were big.
Timond reached down with his left and used his
fingers to spread her bright pink labia. Her hole was indeed large
for her age. Drops of mucus from the Reverend's semen ran towards
her anus.
Rosie stood beside Timond holding his cup of tea.
Timond smelled, then licked the fingers he had just spread the
girl's pussy lips with. Then he took the cup and put it to his lips
to test the temperature. "It's not too hot. Do you want some?"
he said holding the cup in front of Chori.
The girl looked at it, then at him, then at the cup
and leaned forward to sip. "Careful though. It's not too hot
but don't burn yourself. Slow," holding the cup as the girl
took a tiny sip. She immediately pulled back from the heat and
touched her lips with her fingers.
"Are you thirsty?" Timond asked the girl.
Her short hair was wet and oily. Her stringy hair
clung to her face as she nodded her head quickly. "Yes, sir."
"Rosie, get us a cup of water from the
bathroom over there." He motioned to another corner of the
room. Rosie quickly moved to comply. "Two cups actually,"
Timond called after her.
Timond pushed her hair out of her eyes, then put a
finger on her lower lip, "Open," he pulled down gently.
The girl opened her mouth and showed her tongue. Timond moved his
finger around her lip to see her teeth.
The Reverend watched as he sipped his tea.
Timond stuck out his own tongue slightly and put
his hand behind her head pressing her towards him a little. The girl
eyes were big and she looked confused.
"Not very well trained," Timond observed.
"No, she's a very new convert. We just brought
her in and fucked her. No training. Just, you know, exuberant
insemination," answered the Reverend. "She is surprisingly
compliant though."
Rosie returned with two full cups, spilling a
little. Timond held one to Chori's mouth and she gulped it down.
After he had given her the other, he handed both cups back to Rosie
and nodding toward the bathroom, "More."
Rosie ran to repeat the task.
"I am also impressed with her ... uh ... I
guess you would call it resilience, or stability. She is
surprisingly comfortable, considering we have only been riding her
cunt for few days," the Reverend commented sipping his tea.
"And considering she is so small," Timond
added.
"Yes, there is a certain thrill in opening up
a really young one," the Reverend said agreeably.
When Rosie returned, Chori drank down the third cup
of water, then held the fourth in her hands and sipped a little.
Timond pulled her into his shoulder tightly and smoothed her greasy
hair.
Rosie went to the Reverend, kissed his crotch, then
climbed up on his lap, put her arms around his neck and nuzzled into
him. The Reverend reached behind her back and pulled the thong down
and off her legs causing Rosie to giggle. He pushed a knee out a bit
and putting his hand in her crotch, pumped a little, then turned to
Timond.
"This is almost like old times, Timmy.
Remember when would come up here to my office to play. You and I
would have a good little time of it comparing stiffies and
buttholes, then we would call down for snacks and a couple of your
preteen girls in Form
4 as a reward. And you would always have some spunk left over to
fuck one of them. Remember the fun you and I had?"
"I do, sir. I remember that I usually wanted
to fuck both of them." Timond pulled the girl closer to him and
rubbed her stomach.
"You did. When you were getting a little older
you turned into a preteen horny toad." Reverend Sendd took his
hand from his little girl's crotch and reached under the chair's arm
to press a button that released oil into his fingers. The girl
clamped her legs together, giggling, but he pushed her thighs apart
with his wrist and slathered the oil onto her hairless genitals.
"Oooh," she said squeezing his neck then
tittering furiously.
"If you can settle down now and let Mr. Timond
and I discuss business and I will play with that tasty little
pussy."
"K," she quieted and spread her knees
apart.
The Reverend kissed her ear. "That's my girl.
Bael, extinguish
the hearing of the girls in the room." This command triggered
the central computer network to activate noise canceling software in
the devices in each girl's ear canals effectively placing them in
silence. It is a classical example of the Brotherhood technology
controlling every aspect of the young females' experience.
"Acknowledged. The hearing is extinguished of
the females in this room," the control panel on the wall
replied. The Reverend continued to caress the little girl's clitoris
and labia as he looked over at Timond.
"Timond, let me explain something that you may
not fully understand because you have so little experience with the
chaos
outside the Denali Brotherhood,
but it is important. You will become part of the most powerful
organization in the world, a little cog among many wickedly powerful
wheels. Some 15 years ago the engineers of Proddum Industries made a
discovery that gave us complete control of the world economy and
security system. This was our development of quantum computing. We
were already a very successful corporation and a rich, powerful
organization because of our automated mining of rare earths, but
when we used our immense resources to solve the problem of quantum
computing, we gained control of every secret, every financial
exchange, every communication, every interaction that occurred on
the world's internet network. It's called instant decryption. You
will hear it referred to as IQD.
"Over the last decade our access and control
has been so complete that no one, anywhere connected to the web has
any information we are not privileged to control. In addition since
we have complete control of the world's financial records our
economic resources are limited only to what human's can produce. As
long as our mastery of instant quantum decryption technology remains
a secret, we are the true masters and the world is our bitch.
"Now the problem has become how to control the
culture of our organization. We are only as strong as the weakness
of our discipline. Which brings me to you, Timond. Another important
topic of discussion today is that it has been decided that in
recognition of your talent for managing young females, you will be
placed on a track for advanced female management. You will start by
working under Brother Dolk. He is a training supervisor much like
Brother Pike and it is a good way to learn about the organization of
that department and begin getting broader practical experience. At
the same time you will begin advanced studies in psychology,
psychotropic pharmaceuticals, and other subjects that will
facilitate your management skills. You will find opportunities for
advancement to many roles very important to the Brotherhood."
"But Reverend," Timond frowned and his
voice took on a hint of desperation, "I was hoping for
something in macro engineering. I want to help build something big,
sir. Since I first heard about it, I dreamed of working on the Ring
ship. I'm not sure I'm really cut out for something like bitch
management."
"Timmy, I can promise you that if you work
hard, and produce good work products, like this fine little cunt
here," he paused and licked her neck causing her to giggle,
"and develop some broader organizational skills, you shall work
on designing and implementing our Ring ship. You will be working
more with the organization of the Brotherhood and the extension of
our dominance culture within the ship. Rather than the physical
design, you will be working on the human design for the benefit of
all mankind. It's great to have magnificent technology but without
proper organizational control, the inside of that ship could look
like the chaos outside the Brotherhood communes."
"Sir, I'm not sure I have the personality or
the beliefs for female management. For one thing, I'm not sure I
really am into all the metaphysical stuff. I mean "Satan"
and all." Timond put his hand on the 9-year-old's head. She was
shaking and sobbing a little. He squeezed her tighter and tried
rubbing her stomach.
The Reverend turned. "Timond, listen, I will
let you in on another great Brotherhood secret before you are even a
Brother. It's all hoodoo. Religion serves one primary purpose, human
management."
"Reliyan? I think I have heard about it but I
am not sure I'm clear. I had permission to do some research in some
- books - they are blocks of information printed on paper, for
Principles class under Brother Pike and when I asked him about it,
he said it wasn't important to my topic and he told me to leave it
alone."
"Religion, Timond. The word is religion and I
know what books are Timmy. If you have need to work in the chaos,
and I hope you never do, you will find that there are many
religions. The one we orchestrated here is only one, but carefully
designed to be the most efficient religion. You were fortunate
enough to be born into a civilization that only presents one, the
one that functionally benefits us all, and is the basis for an
organized, fulfilling society where everyone has a place and their
proper function. Most people find their every need satisfied here
and women are perfectly served in our society because they serve.
"This is why you were taught that when you
train, one of the first and most basic beliefs you must inculcate
into her is that the females cunt is ours. Stop and think about it.
In chaos the female vagina is out of control it points wildly in any
direction their emotion imagines. But here in a civilized society,
organized by men, each pussy is ours, under our control to nurture
both order and vitality.
"The great genius who was our founder,
Reverend Thorne, noticed a few important things about how all these
religions tried to function. One was that in every religion, the men
ran the show and the women were the serfs. He put this together with
some ideas he had about human evolution, and some practical
philosophies called communism and fascism, and from there he decided
to create a religion that actually worked consistently in mankind's
favor.
"Let me explain with a little observation. The
Reverend Thorne noted in his observations of what, chaos society's
tenuous authorities called "abused women". By women they
really meant females. These females, when beaten and abused both
physically and psychologically by the men handling them, would bond
more deeply and emotionally with those same men than normally found
in that insane society. The more the females were abused, the
stronger the bond to the men. The strength of the control by the men
was like a drug that the females became addicted to. Reverend Thorne
realized this is a product of evolutionary genetics. He understood
this was the nature of the female subspecies. Primitive hominids
were successful if they controlled the females and their progeny.
Weak males rarely bred and combative females rarely survived.
"Reverend Thorne, had an insight and an
inspiration. The sight was that men must be alpha in their domain to
be accomplished in living richly and that females, like this tasty
little one here ..." he paused, stuck his hand in Rosie's
crotch and burrowing his head into her neck again, sucked the skin
under her ear. She giggled riotously, "... are natural chattel
whose only real desire is to serve men of strength. If men can
manage their desires, I mean the female's desires, they'll be happy
to cooperate and procreate. His inspiration was the creation of the
Satanic myth that provided the cultural framework for men and their
chattel to properly function in this world. If your little girls
believe that Satan is happy with their service, they'll be
completely happy with serving us their whole lives. With our modern
technology of the Novum
computer network's constant monitoring of our little girls and
sending me regular alerts, I too have my function.
"With thousands of cameras and microphones and
elaborate monitoring software watching round the clock, resistance
of the young bitches is eliminated systematically and efficiently. I
simply proscribe the corresponding punishment and exhortations from
their "Satan" channeled into their ear
canal rings to reinforce their belief that every word and action
must please Satan.