[Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 15 of 73 Subject: A tale of New Eden: Mindy 1/1 From: france@france.net (Voltaire) Date: 1997/02/09 Message-Id: <32fe3ef5.17885851@news.microtec.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories [More Headers] [Up | Home | Author | Titles | Authors | Categories] MINDY A Tale of NEW EDEN by Brother James Ellen Woods pushed back her chair and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. Ellen was 24, a real beauty. She worked out regularly and her hard body was the proof. Her long, dancer's legs and firm tits drew appreciative stares from the men in her office. But this evening she wasn't feeling glamorous. She was feeling frustrated and angry. She'd been a social worker for four years. She'd never encountered a case like this. For the umpteenth time, she skimmed the report: "The child was found wandering through the countryside outside Hillboro. She appears to be about nine years of age, blonde, blue eyes. When found, she was wearing only nylon underpants and a short half-slip. She was brought to the local police station. Subject refused all attempts to cover her, rejecting blankets, coats, and articles of ordinary clothing which were offered. She reacted in apparent horror to these items, fighting with fury whenever attempts were made to cover her; finally the officers ceased attempts to clothe her. "Her name, evidently, is 'Mindy'. She either does not have, or does not know, her last name. She can neither read nor write, and seems to be completely ignorant of arithmetic. "Mindy was discovered by Officer Malcolm Warren, who observed the child while on patrol. He reports that when he approached her, she fell to her knees and begged him to return her to her 'master'. Officer Warren reports that the child followed him willingly, silently obeying any instructions he offered. This is all the more remarkable in that it appears that Mindy has never before seen a police officer, and seems not to know their function. It has become evident that the child will obey any male who speaks to her. She ignores females, treating them as if they do not exist, or, occasionally, with a kind of prim disgust. "Dr. Herbert Silver was asked to examine Mindy. He reports that she is in excellent health, in superb physical condition. He suspects that she has been trained as a dancer or gymnast. Dr. Silver reports that there is a small tatoo on the child's left buttock. The tatoo contains a logo of some sort, and a block of text. The text reads: Mindy, S/N 001923 DOB: 7/9/83 L-5-C-3-D-2 O:2 M:1 CO:+ B.N.E. 1391271 "The first line appears to contain a 'serial number' of some sort; the second is evidently Mindy's date of birth. The meaning of the remaining lines is obscure, and Mindy cannot or will not reveal their meaning. Mindy was also wearing a gold ankle bracelet (left ankle); this bracelet was inscribed with the same information as the tatoo. There appears to be some sort of 'microdot' embedded in the anklet; analysis is ongoing on the nature of this artifact. It is hypothesized that it contains supplemental data or information relating to Mindy. "She appeared to believe that every female has a tatoo and ankle bracelet. Officer Booth volunteered his daughter (Amy, 10) to demonstrate that not all females had tatoos or anklets; Mindy displayed surprise and shock at this evidence, henceforth treating Amy with contempt, similarly to the way she had treated the other females she came in contact with. "When Mindy first met Amy, she ran to her, and asked, 'Who is your master?' "Amy replied that she did not have a master. 'Who is HE?' demanded Mindy, indicating Officer Booth. "'My Daddy,' replied Amy. Mindy appeared not to understand the term, and indeed appeared ignorant of the concepts of 'parent' or 'father'. "Upon further questioning, it became obvious that the child believes that all female children have 'masters'. She believes herself to be the property of her 'master'; i.e., his slave. She sees nothing wrong with this, in fact, to Mindy such a condition is normal and natural. The child has obviously been the subject of a deliberate and elaborate indoctrination campaign. It is the opinion of this investigator that she has been under the control of the person or persons who conducted this campaign for most (if not all) of her life. The presence of the tatoo indicates that there are others, possibly many others, who have been subjected to the same regime. "Psychological evaluations revealed that Mindy has a highly abnormal behavior set. She is slavishly obedient to any male. Mindy will obey any command that she can physically perform. The sole exceptions are when such a command conflicts with an imperative previously given by her "master". This is why she will not obey commands to wear conventional clothing. Beyond this, she appears to have no inhibitions or moral compunctions; there is literally nothing that is 'out of bounds' for her. She will obey a command instantly, without hesitation, unless she is prevented physically from doing so. "If ordered to perform an impossible act, e.g., walking on the ceiling, she will respond, 'Yes, Master,' and then ask how to accomplish the task. In other words, she never refuses a command; she only requests additional input if the task is beyond her ability. "Mindy has no sense of body shame, no notion of 'modesty'. She wears the tiny lingerie items because her 'Master' has decreed that she do so. She is utterly comfortable in such clothing, and sees nothing unusual or improper about it. She appears to have no concept of 'privacy'; performing even the most intimate bodily functions without embarassment while being observed. "When Officer Warren prepared to go off-duty, the child became agitated and attempted to cling to him. Apparently, she had somehow 'bonded' with Officer Warren and refused to be separated from him. In view of the child's evident agitation and confusion, it was decided to allow her to remain with him until a disposition of her case can be made. "Officer Warren was uncomfortable with this arrangement. He expressed dismay at the prospect of having a 'half naked kid' accompany him home. Finally, after consultation with his superior officer, he agreed to the arrangement. "The following morning, Officer Warren reported on the events that transpired during the night. Below is a condensed transcript of his report: 'The kid was all over me, wouldn't leave me alone. She crawled into my lap and tried to kiss me--I'm talking a wet kiss here. Since the missus died, I haven't had a woman...geez, I started to get turned on by the kid! So I tried to make her quit. She did, for a while, but looked so sad and miserable. "What's the matter?" I asked her. "You don't like me. You won't let me serve!" "I like you," I told her. "Then why won't you let me give you pleasure? It's what I'm FOR!" "Not here," I told her. "Look, why don't you go to sleep?" 'And just like that, she fell asleep. In a wink. It wasn't natural. I got scared and said, "Wake up!" and bingo--she's awake. I think it wasn't a normal sleep--more like hypnotism. Somebody's really done a number on the kid's head. 'Anyway, when I turned in, before I know it, she's in bed with me! Won't sleep anywhere else, she says. I tried ordering her to go to the guest bedroom; she did but I could hear her crying. Finally I relented and she slept with me. Christ. This pretty little girl--dressed only in those silky undies--with her butt pressed up against me. 'I admit it: I got turned on. But I didn't do nothing, at least not then. 'I finally dozed off. When I woke up, it was still dark. I felt something. I turned on the light, and there she was, sucking on my, er, organ. With a happy smile on her face. She'd got me hard while I slept, and then went right at it. When she saw I was awake, she smiled up at me and asked, "Does this give you pleasure, My Lord?" 'Look, I'm not your "lord"', I told her. I made her stop what she was doing. Believe me--it wasn't easy! The kid is GOOD at "giving pleasure". 'Anyhow, you gotta find something else to do with her. I can't have her around. I ain't no pervert, but if she stays with me, I'll turn into one, just as sure as I'm sittin' here.' No disciplinary action was taken against Officer Warren, given the extraordinary situation he found himself in. "Further examination has confirmed Officer Warren's observation regarding the child's susceptibility to hypnosis. She enters a deep hypnotic trance upon the merest suggestion that she sleep. While in the trance, she is deeply suggestible. Mr. Peter Klein, a professional hypnotist, examined her, and stated that she is the best hypnotic subject he has ever encountered. 'If I hadn't seen her, I'd have sworn that such suggestibility was impossible,' he remarked. 'She is almost impossibly pliable; every aspect of her personality, belief system, and behavior are open to alteration while she is in the trance. I'd love to meet the operator who achieved this.' Mr. Klein has requested permission to write a paper for his professional society on Mindy's case; his request is currently under executive review." Ellen sighed. She'd been over this again and again. She'd even tried to talk to Mindy, to find out who she was, who had done this to her. Mindy had refused all of her attempts, until one of the male cops 'ordered' her to answer Ellen's questions. "Hello, Mindy, my name is Ellen Woods. I'm here to help you." "Go away. You're bad." "Why do you say that?" "You're a female--but you don't have a tatoo or bracelet. You don't belong." "Belong?" "To a Master. Every female belongs to a Master. You don't--so you're bad. I mustn't talk to you." "Not every girl belongs to a Master, Mindy. Girls should be free, not under the control of a 'master'. "I'm not a girl," proclaimed the child with pride. "What? Then what are you?" "I'm a CuddleBunny. We're better than girls." The way she said it, you could almost hear the capital letters in the name. Ellen crazily thought that there ought to be a "(tm)" symbol after the word. "Uh, what's a CuddleBunny?" "CuddleBunnies are what girls become if they are special. Like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly." "Were you ever a girl, Mindy?" "No! I was born a CuddleBunny." Again with pride in her voice. "What do CuddleBunnies do?" "They serve their Master. They give pleasure and make the Master happy. They obey their Master. Good little CuddleBunnies think only of their Master's needs and happiness," she responded. Ellen got the idea it was a set speech, like a catechism response. "Mindy, I want to try to find out what's happened to you, who, uh, helped you to become a CuddleBunny. Can you tell me?" "Master made me a CuddleBunny," replied the girl, as if stating the obvious to a retarded person. "But you said you were born a CuddleBunny," Ellen reminded her. "Uh huh. But every CuddleBunny needs to be...trained," the child answered. "What sort of training, Mindy?" Mindy gave her a look of exasperation. "You wouldn't understand--you're just a GIRL." As if trying to explain logic to an ape, she added: "If you COULD understand--you'd BE a CuddleBunny!" "OK, Mindy. Look, just tell me where you lived--before they trained you to be a CuddleBunny." "I didn't live anywhere. I was born in Master's harem." "Where is your Master's harem?" "In Heaven." "I see. And where is that?" "Heaven. I don't know. It just IS." "How did you get here?" "I don't remember. Please--I'm tired. I need my Master. Please, let me go to him--I must..." She either knew nothing, or wasn't telling what she knew. Damn! Someone had brainwashed this beautiful little girl, turning her into a true sex object. Someone had taken her life from her, molding her into a tool of pleasure. Ellen was furious when she thought about it. The worst part of the report was the last. She read it again, nearly moved to tears. "Due to the unfortunate outcome of allowing the child to stay with Officer Warren, it was decided to transfer her to Holly Hill home, a temporary residence for abused children. Mindy was transferred to Holly Hill without incident. "Once there, she was placed in a single room. She still refused to wear any clothing other than revealing underwear; several pairs of these items had been purchased for her, in order to allow her to have clean clothing (such as it was) to wear. "Mindy failed to adjust to the Holly Hill environment. She refused to obey the females on the staff, and would allow only males to control her. She socialized with the other girls who were resident only long enough to confirm that they did not have anklets or tatoos; once she'd determined this, she refused to have anything to do with them. "Mindy apparently began seducing the boys residing on her corridor almost immediately upon arriving. The older boys enthusiastically cooperated with Mindy until the activity was discovered. Even some of the younger boys joined in. Although no details are available, it is believed that Mindy initiated sex or sex play with over 20 male children, aged from seven to fourteen. "After this, Mindy was isolated from other children. Unfortunately, she then turned her attention to the male staff. Our investigation has conclusively shown that Mindy was able to seduce each and every male member of the staff with whom she had contact; none of them proved able to resist her considerable charms. Note that this is a NINE-YEAR-OLD GIRL; we belive that her powerful sexual magnetism has been caused, or at least enhanced, by the mental and sexual training she has received. "Due to this sequence of events, a special protocol has been developed to deal with Mindy. She is never allowed to be alone with any male. A female staffer is always present. So far, this arrangement has sufficed to preserve decorum at Holly Hill. How much longer it will work is a matter of controversy." Ellen closed the file and walked wearily from the office. When she reached her car in the parking lot, she was shocked to find Mindy waiting for her! The child, still dressed in silky panties, was leaning against her car, smiling. "Mindy! What are you doing here?! How did you get out of Holly Hill?!" Mindy smiled. Ellen thought she looked even less like a little girl when she smiled like that. "Well, I'll just have to take you back," she began, reaching for her keys. Suddenly she felt a stinging sensation on the side of her neck. Ellen slid to the ground, unconcious. "Oh, Master, how clever!" bubbled Mindy. Her Master loaded Ellen into his waiting car. Mindy got in, cuddling close to him. They drove off. Ellen awoke slowly. She tried to sit up, look around. She couldn't: she was strapped down to a table. All she could see was the ceiling, a standard acoustic tile one. By turning her head, she could see that she was in some sort of medical facility. "Ah, you're awake at last. I'm afraid I used a rather heavy dose; I wanted to be sure you didn't resist." "Who are you?!? How dare you abduct me?! Let me up!" "In due course. But first, I need to tell you where you are. You are on the Island of New Eden; a guest of the Brotherhood. There are thousands of females here, but you are unique. We call such ones as yourself 'feral', meaning undomesticated. You are the only free mind on the island, aside from those of the Brotherhood. "You have been singularly honored. We have never brought a female here at such an advanced age. It has been decided to give you a brief tour of the facilities. However, due to your wild state, we have had to take precautions." Ellen heard a -click- and suddenly she was free. She stood and looked around. There was no-one in the room with her. "Please step over to the mirror," said the voice. She did. In the mirror, she saw herself: nearly naked, wearing only a pair of silky nylon panties and a pair of panty-hose. Her breasts were bare. Despite her predicament, she thought to herself: not bad. Then she noticed something else. Around her neck was a thick collar, a pink tube about 1/2 inch in diameter. She reached up to it. A few moments convinced her it could not be removed. "The collar is a control device," the voice told her. "If you fail to obey an order, or behave unacceptably, you will be punished. Here is the first level of punishment." And just like that, with no warning, Ellen was screaming in agony. She felt as if her breasts were being crushed in a huge, merciless vice. And, between her legs, a terrible _frying_ sensation, as of delicate tissues being cooked from the inside out... Ellen howled. She fell to her knees in pain. And then the pain vanished, as if it had never been. She lay there, curled up, trying to catch her breath. While she panted, the voice continued: "No actual harm has been done. The collar stimulates the brain; fools it into 'believing' that certain ...things... are being done to your body. What you just felt was the mildest level of punishment. There are nine higher levels. Please do not force us to demonstrate their effect." Ellen grunted. She knew she'd do anything to avoid feeling that awful pain again. "Stand up and come through the door to your left." She did. There, waiting for her, was a homely man of about 45. He wore only a loose robe. Mindy stood by his side, smiling serenely. She was dressed in a tiny baby-doll nightie, of some translucent material; the matching panties were clearly visible through the fabric of the nightie. Her "Master" had his arm around her, his hand on her hip; she clung to him. "I am Master Jeremy," he said to Ellen. "You've already met Mindy. She's one of my favorite slaves." "You sick bastard! I'll see you rot in...AhhHHHH!" Ellen crumpled to the floor in pain. "Please, keep a civil tongue in your head. We don't want any bad examples for the children. If you persist in using abusive language, you will receive punishment. Now stand up." Ellen did. She glared at "Master Jeremy" but kept silent. She'd do what she could to avoid the pain, but vowed to watch for any chance to escape or strike back. "All right. Please follow us." He turned and strode from the room, his arm still around Mindy. Ellen noted with disgust that his palm was now firmly planted on her tiny ass. The three walked down a corridor. It was softly lighted, with plush carpeting and muted colors. Several young girls, dressed like Mindy, passed by. When they saw Jeremy, they curtseyed, lifting the hem of their tiny slips or nighties to their waist, and lowered their eyes demurely. "They are trained to show proper respect for a Master," he remarked to Ellen. "Although I do not own any of these girls, they must still bend the knee for me...Ah, here we are." He opened a door. "This is dance class. All of our girls undergo a strenuous program of physical conditioning, with an emphasis on grace and stamina." Inside, a teenage girl, a breathtaking beauty, led a class of twelve younger girls in dance exercises. All of them, the instructor included, wore only tiny nylon bikini panties. As soon as Jeremy and his companions entered, all of the girls turned to face them, and all knelt in submission. "They're trained to keel for their Master," Jeremey remarked. "Right now, that's me. They will also kneel for any man. And the mere sight of a penis will send them into total submission. They literally worship the male organ; it is the only religion they know." He said loudly, "Girls, you may carry on your lesson as though we were not here." They immediately continued where they'd left off. Jeremy let them watch the dance class for a few moments, then turned and left the room. "Let's see...Ah, the next class should prove most interesting," he grinned. The next class was indeed an amazing sight. Another teenager, a lovely asian girl dressed again in the skimpiest of lingerie, faced a class of young girls, all wearing nothing but panties. The girls sat in normal classroom seats. Each held something. Ellen was shocked to realize that what the girls were holding were plastic dildoes, artificial penises. "Each girl has one which is a model of her master's penis," Jeremy remarked. "Now watch." "Girls, watch me. This is technique number seven." The asian lovely wrapped her lips around her own model cock and began giving head. A powerful suction was evident in her cheeks. As her head moved up and down on the plastic organ, the little girls imitated her motions, each on her own model penis. "We use post-hypnotic suggestions to suppress their gag reflexes-- whenever they have a cock in their mouths," Jeremy told her. "They can take cock right down their throats, even the youngest." Jeremy noted Ellen's look of disgust and shock. He grinned, and said, "Watch this." He walked to the front of the class. The asian girl immediately stopped her 'lesson'. She knelt in submission to Jeremy. "How may I serve you, Lord?" she whispered. "Lisa, I'd like to sample one of your girls. Please select your best student to serve me." "Yes, Lord," she responded. "Janet is probably the most advanced." Turning to the class, she called for Janet to come to the front of the class. A beautiful little ten-year-old, with long brown hair and long legs, ran to them, kneeling before Jeremy. "Janet, please give oral pleasure to Master Jeremy," instructed Lisa. "Yes, Ma'am," little Janet responded, and in moments had Jeremy's robe open and his cock in her sweet little mouth. As the child licked and sucked, the other girls looked on, in rapt attention. Several were frankly jealous of Janet. As Janet continued her oral service, Lisa commented to the class. "See how she uses her tongue, class," she said. "Now watch how she makes her lips tight--like a rubber band--mmmm, that's nice, Janet..." In a few minutes, Jeremy was ready to cum. He pumped his load down little Janet's throat, but a good bit of it ended up on her face and hands. To Ellen's amazement, Lisa had the rest of the class line up and lick up his sperm from Janet, one by one. When they were done, and Janet was clean of his jism, they all curtseyed, and thanked him for honoring them with sperm. Ellen wanted to throw up, but knew she mustn't. She had no desire to feel the lash of the pain collar again. Jeremy led her and Mindy to yet another door. "Study hall. This is the heart of our program. I'm sure you'll find it edifying." He led Ellen into another large room. In the softly lit room, little girls, dressed in the 'uniform' of tiny nylon panties, lay on soft couches. Their eyes were glazed, but each girl was watching her own personal video screen. On each girl's head were headphones which were plugged into the video screens. "They've been given a powerful drug. While they are under its influence, their minds are completely open...plastic. We can literally re-program their thoughts, beliefs, emotions. Everything. The drug works with only a single dose--but we've found that repetition and time yields more--enthusiastic--and perfect obedience. They are programmed like this every single day. The programming literally remakes them into eager sex slaves, ready to obey any command of their master. When they leave this room, they literally cannot disobey--or even think of disobeying." "This drug, where did you get it?" "My own discovery," Jeremy said with some pride. He explained that he had once been a psychopharmacologist, working for a government agency so secret it had no name. "I was working on this drug--which was intended for interrogation, for 'turning' spies, and for exposing traitors, when I had a breakthrough. I decided it was too dangerous for the government to have--and the possibilities were too enticing for me to destroy it. I used it on my superiors, so that they forgot about the project. They helped me destroy all records of the project, and I left with the formula. "I've continued to improve the drug, and it is now many times more potent and powerful than the original. I've never found anyone who could resist its repeated application. Young girls are especially receptive, as you've seen with Mindy. "I used the drug to seek out other men with my--preferences--in sexual companions. We banded together, formed the Brotherhood. This island is the result of years of effort. Here we have created a Paradise on earth. We have hundreds of girls, from infants to nearly your age, undergoing continuous training. Already we have many in the second, even the third, generation, who have known no life other than the one we've decreed for them. Mindy is a second-generation 'Bunny; her mother was one of the first to undergo training." "My God..." "We also train them as domestic servants and cooks. Our Brothers need females who are fully capable of keeping house and cooking for them; we think their cooking skills are excellent. They WANT to serve continually, and are only happy when serving their Master. It does not matter to them WHAT they are doing; only the obedience is important." He smiled at Ellen. "Take a look at Mindy." The child was slumped against him, obviously asleep. "Merely being in this room has triggered the trance state," he told Ellen. "Can you imagine how suggestible she has become?" To Mindy, he said, "Mindy, wake up!" The child instantly regained conciousness. He led them from the room. "One more stop on our little tour," he told Ellen. He led them a long way, through corridors like the first she'd seen. At last, they entered a huge room. Beds and large pillows were scattered around the room. There were numerous video screens. And, lounging in the room, were at least two dozen girls, dressed like Mindy. Ellen guessed their ages ranged from five to sixteen or seventeen. Some were watching the video screens. Ellen saw what was being displayed on the video screens and turned away. She thought she couldn't be shocked or disgusted anymore after what she'd seen here; she was wrong. On the videos were tapes of Jeremy 'enjoying' his CuddleBunnies. He used them vigorously, even the youngest. Ellen thought she'd lose control and throw up; only the thought of the collar prevented it. She looked around, trying to erase the images from her mind. She saw other girls who were chatting dreamily; still others were trying on various pretty lingerie outfits and modeling them for each other. Ellen saw one or two "practising" on plastic dildoes like the ones she'd seen earlier. "This is my own harem," Jeremy told her. "I believe it's the finest on New Eden. Of course, the other Brothers feel the same about theirs. We trade girls frequently." As he spoke, one of the girls noticed him. "The Master!" she squealed, and soon, every single girl had run to him. They knelt before him, crowded together, a riot of pink, blue, and white pastel nylon and flesh. In unison, they said, "How may we serve you, Lord?" "Return to what you were doing, girls," Jeremy said, indulgently. Slowly, they did. "Well. That's the short tour. What do you think?" "If I tell you, you'll torture me with this thing," she said, touching the collar. "I give you permission--this once--to speak freely." "It is sick. Disgusting. Horrible. Evil. I can't find words to express how I loathe you and your 'paradise'. You are a monster. I'll kill you if I can." "Hmmm. About what I expected." He sat on an unused cushion; Mindy joined him, eagerly cuddling with him. He indicated a nearby cushion for Ellen. She sat. "As you might expect, I disagree with your assessment. We have created an ideal environment here. Here, females fulfil their purpose, which is giving pleasure to males. Out in the 'real world', you females have used your bodies--and the pleasure they can give--to control and dominate men. We have devised a way to reverse the situation. It was bound to happen sooner or later, one way or another. Your side--your sex--has held the upper hand for centuries. It is time for the pendulum to swing the other way." Ellen had to admit that, in a warped way, he was right about the situation in the 'real world'. Women HAD used their charms to get what they wanted from men since the beginning. And it was true that men 'paid' for sex, in one way or another, nearly every time. Sometimes the 'fee' was dinner and a movie; sometimes a diamond ring; sometimes a lifetime of monogamy. "Our girls are obedient, as befits their status as slaves. They are happy; their sense of self-worth depends on giving pleasure and service. Their bodies are finely tuned instruments of delight; their minds are empty of everything that might interfere with their function. We have learned that females must be POWERLESS, for your innate power to dominate men through our need for sex is too great. If females are granted even a minimal amount of power, of self-direction, the result will inevitably be as it is outside: domination of males. "If you ask them, they will tell you they love their lives; they are absoulutely sincere. They live to serve us; we care for them as loving fathers. Their flesh serves our flesh, as it was meant to do from the beginning of time. And we are satisfied, probably the first completely satisfied males since the human race began. "Service, pleasure, obedience, joy. That is what our 'Bunnies lives are about, and we offer no apologies for what we have created here. But enough. I don't plan to try to sway you to seeing things our way. Any questions?" "But why children? It's...sick..." "Why not? Once we decided to correct the power balance, it was obvious that age was irrelevant. And children are so easy to train and program. Our dream is to eliminate the collars and drugs. Once enough girls have grown up here, knowing only the New Eden culture, they will mature as 'natural' CuddleBunnies. We strive to achieve that goal. Also, many of our members prefer young girls. You would be surprised at how many 'normal' men would become eager child-molesters if they could. We are not bound by your female-dictated 'morality'. We are the rulers here." "Why did you bring me here? Will you release me?" "Mindy described you when I recovered her. Her...little adventure...was most unfortunate. But she was enthusiastic about YOU. So, given the opportunity, I 'collected' you. One fewer witness, one fewer person who saw Mindy and spoke to her. "As to releasing you; sorry. You really are quite lovely. You'll make a wonderful servant, I'm sure. "Never! If you think you can control me like you have these LITTLE GIRLS, you'd better think again! I'll die before I'll submit to the likes of YOU," she raged. "Now, now. Don't forget the collar you wear. It cannot be removed. If you were to actually succeed in breaking it, you would die, slowly and horribly. And," he smiled apologetically, "it has one other feature we haven't had time to acquaint you with..." "Ahhhhhuhh.......ooooohhhhhhhhh........." Suddenly, Ellen was coming. Powerful, multiple orgasms wracked her body. Her muscles jerked and spasmed; she flopped around on the cushion like a fish. She was dimly aware of Mindy's laughter; somewhere, far away, other girls were giggling and clapping. So intense were the orgasms that she forgot everything, and gave herself to the sensations. Her body quivered and strained to overpowering waves of pure pleasure. Suddenly it ceased. "A bit more of that would have damaged your brain," he told her. "A bit more than that, and you would have died, although it would have been a very nice way to die. Did you like it?" "I....I...." "Yes. It is powerfully addictive, as well. If I choose, I can make you a drooling addict, living only for the next pulse from the collar. Pain and Pleasure, Ms. Woods. You cannot resist them. With them--and the drugs--we shall train you. You will never be as sweet and natural a 'Bunny as Mindy, here. She has had the benefit of a lifetime under our gentle but firm influence. But you will do, very nicely, I think. Look at your ankle," he commanded her. She looked down. There, un-noticed until now, was a golden bracelet, a twin to the one on Mindy's ankle. She gasped. "The tatoo is there, as well," he chuckled. Mindy giggled. "Now you can join us and be a CuddleBunny, just like me," she told Ellen, her voice full of joy and anticipation. "When we are finished with you, when your training is complete and your responses are perfect, I shall return you to the outside world, to act as one of our agents. A social worker with access to children will be quite useful to us. But first, you have much to learn..." "So much to learn," echoed Mindy, happily. "So very much to learn..." 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