[Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 18 of 73 Subject: The Brotherhood of New Eden 2/3 From: france@france.net (Voltaire) Date: 1997/02/02 Message-Id: <32f51e31.2749346@news.odyssee.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories [More Headers] Subject: New Eden Brotherhood. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an67688@anon.penet.fi Lines: 750 Dear interested fellow, I am acknowledging your query about The Brotherhood of New Eden Part 2. I have been struggling with this issue for days. Part 2 is a text file, not encoded, and I have absolutely NO CLUE what is going wrong. To my knowledge, I did nothing differently with part 2 than I did with part 1. The text file was created with Microsoft Word for the Mac, exported as Text. I uploaded each part up to my account on Delphi using Y-Modem and it reads as text there fine as far as I can see. The only reason I split it into two parts is because the anon server would not take anything over 48K. Following this note is another copy. I hope it comes through ok. -- The Scribe Re-posters note: The following is some very intense material involving usage of young females essentially as sex toys. If this disurbs you, I definitely advise you to stop reading before the next screen begins. Due to the length of this material, I have split it into two parts. This is part 2 of 2 containing part III of the original material plus material I have added. The material between the following asterisks and my note following the 3rd part was found on a private BBS but I feel is interesting enough to re-post here. It is intense reading. You have been warned! - The Scribe THE BROTHERHOOD OF NEW EDEN ************************ Part III **************************** "Well, Mr. Smith, at last we are able to welcome you--at least as a visitor--to our little haven," remarked my host, known to me as 'Ben'. The Brotherhood had taken six months to check me out; six long months since I had finally contacted them and paid the non- refundable $5000 fee. They could still reject my application, but so far they had found nothing in my background to disqualify me. But this visit was as important for me as for them--they could deny me on the basis of any poor impression I made. I didn't know where I was. The "little haven" was a closely- guarded secret. I shook his hand. "Glad to finally be here," I told him. "I'm sure," he smiled. "I recall my own application period." I looked around. We were in a large, softly-lit foyer. It was clean and comfortable. There were no other people present, but I had the feeling I was under scrutiny. "Please come with me, and I'll show you your room." We walked down a series of corridors to a suite of rooms of almost palatial splendour. Seated on the sofa, evidently asleep, was a seventeen-year-old oriental girl of striking beauty. She was nude from the waist up, and her long black hair was glossy and smooth. Her skin was perfect, glowing; her body showed evidence of just exactly the right amount of exercise--firm but not muscular. She wore only tiny nylon panties and a transparent half-slip. Ben smiled. "This is Min-Mei. She is to be your companion during your stay here. Like her?" "You're kidding. She's a living wet dream!" "Indeed. And as you will see, she is all yours. Watch." Ben approached the still-sleeping girl. He snapped his fingers, and said "Min- Mei!" in a firm but gentle tone. The girl opened her eyes, saw him, and slid off the sofa to her knees. Head bowed, she almost whispered, "Yes, Lord, how may this flesh serve?" Ben turned to me. "She'll stay in that position, waiting for an order, until I give her one. If I don't, she would die there. Really. And she doesn't even hear what I'm saying to you; if it is not intended for her, she tunes it out; as far as she's concerned, nothing is being said." He turned his attention back to the kneeling girl. "Min-Mei, stand up," he ordered, still gentle but firm. She stood, but kept her head lowered submissively, her eyes demurely focused on the floor. "Min-Mei, I have brought a new Master for you," Ben said. "Yes, Lord." "Are you ready to serve him?" "Yes, My Lord." "Good. Min-Mei, you may look up. This is your new Master. His name is John, but you will always use the proper title when you speak to him. Understand?" "Yes, Lord." She looked up at me with soft, doe-like brown eyes. Ben turned to me. "There's a bit of a ceremony to be performed here. Come over here, and take her hand." I did. Her hand was tiny and soft as a dove's wing. "I now bind you over to your new Master, Min-Mei. You will serve him, and no other, until he leaves us. You will give him your love, devotion, and service. You belong to him, and your flesh is his to use." Min-Mei mumbled something, and he nodded. "Take her head in your hands, and kiss her." I did. When the kiss was over, Min-Mei was transformed. She was looking at me with a combination of awe, ecstasy, joy, and love. As if she were seeing God. "She is yours now; and she will orient only on you, and look to you for instructions. Other men can still command her--in an emergency, or if you are absent, but she will never disobey a direct order from you, or act against your interests, or harm you. You will find that she has a remarkable--nearly photographic-- memory for your commands and orders, and her behavior can be adjusted almost infinitely to suit your taste. You might say that she's the ultimate programmable toy." He grinned. "She's incapable of lying or withholding anything from you, and she has no idea what a secret is. She'll answer any question honestly, if she knows the answer." I noticed that Min-Mei was now kneeling before me, awaiting my command. "There's a downside to all this; she is very dependent, and will ask permission for everything you don't give her 'standing orders' for. Even going to the bathroom. Her IQ is normal, but her overall affect, her emotional/psychic level, is about 6 years old. A little girl in a big girl's body." "This is fantastic--how is it accomplished?" "Min-Mei here is one of our new generation; she was born here, and was raised from birth as a Cuddlebunny--that's what we call the girls here. And there is a quite rigorous training regimen, including classes, indoctrination, drugs, even hypnosis. By the way, she's an excellent hypnotic subject, and you can put her under with a single phrase. And when she's under, she is so suggestible that most professional hypnotists wouldn't believe it. If you tell her that she is a fish, she would drown herself trying to breathe water." "Look, I don't want her kneeling here like this..." "Then tell her what to do. Always try to preface any command meant for her with her name." "Min-Mei, go over and sit down on the sofa." "Yes, Master." She did so. "The little cermony here was only a temporary binding. If you lived here as a Brother, she would be bound to you permanently, which is much more complex." "In what way?" "Not at liberty to say, but I'll say that it involves an exchange of body fluids." "Hmm.." "Indeed. Now, as a visitor, you are assigned one companion-- Min-Mei, here, in your case. Permanent residents have larger harems; my own is currently 10 girls. Brothers are quite generous with their 'bunnies; you will find that they are proud of them and will offer them to you for an evening. Take them up on it-- they'll be insulted if you don't. So I expect that you'll have 5 or 6 girls each night-- if you want them. "Two more things--these girls want to be used, to be commanded and ordered. They need it. Their entire sense of self-worth is connected to giving proper service, and they really do not mind. You'll find that Min-Mei is much happier when she is given little things to do--even menial things; she has no concept of a 'degrading' or 'humiliating' order or request. As long as she is obeying an order given her by her Master, she is content and happy. So don't treat her as some people do servants. Make her work. She needs and wants and expects it, and will become unhappy if she doesn't get enough. "Same thing for sex. She'll do anything you ask her to--short of harming herself or anyone else. She's been thoroughly trained to give pleasure, and she has absolutely no sense of shame or modesty. Doesn't even know the words. Let me put it plainly: Min-Mei, like all of the girls here, was born for sex. It is her purpose, her reason for living. She knows this, believes it it completely, and finds it normal and natural. Use her. It is what she is for." "Um, well, I..." "One thing that all brothers have promised is never to be embarrassed or dishonest about our way of living here. We speak plainly and openly about sex and our use of these girls. We are not ashamed of our lifestyle; it is the proper way of living." "I understand. I guess I'll have to leave my society-imposed baggage behind." "Exactly. Well, I expect you will want to get settled. Have Min- Mei take care of the unpacking; I'll see you in a couple hours for dinner. By the way, there's a dresser in the bedroom which is full of little outfits in her size. We have a strict dress code; Min-Mei can tell you everything about it. And anyway, she literally cannot disobey it. Enjoy her." With this, he left, and I was alone with Min-Mei. She sat on the sofa, head and eyes lowered submissively. I noticed that, unlike girls "in the world", she made no attempt to cover her breasts or keep her knees together. She sat, naturally poised, ready to hear my commands, totally unaware of herself or the fact that her "modesty" was compromised. I decided to try her out. "Min-Mei, come into the bedroom and help me unpack my suitcase," I told her. An expression of joy and pleasure flooded her face. "Yes, Lord, at once. Thank you for allowing me to serve you." I watched her as she unpacked my case. She would not let me do any of the work; she did everything. She moved like a trained dancer; graceful and without wasted movement. Every step, every gesture, was full of coltish grace and unconcious beauty. When she was finished, she curtseyed, knelt before me (head lowered as usual) and said, "How may Min-Mei serve you now, Great One?" "Min-Mei, come sit with me on the bed, and tell me about the dress code that Ben mentioned." She sat beside me. Her eyes became slightly unfocused, and she began to recite the dress code. It was clearly a memorized piece; recited letter- perfectly. Min- Mei's voice took on an even more sing-song quality than usual as she recited: "We must wear only certain items: panties, half-slips, baby-doll nighties. We must never cover our chests; Never to go naked unless by Master's direct command or when bathing or using the toilet; Nothing of cotton; only nylon or acetate. No 'outside clothes' unless by direct order of two Masters. This is the Law." "Min-Mei, tell me how many Masters you have had." "I am not sure, Lord. You mean since I was a little 'bunny?" "No, Min-Mei; since you began having periods." "Oh. Well, Ben is my Prime Master; I have served three other visitors like you, Master." "I see. Ben mentioned a special phrase that will place you into hypnosis. What is it?" "I do not know, my Master. When Master says the words, Min- Mei goes to sleep; she does not remember the words. Master Ben will tell you..." "All right, Min-Mei. Please show me your clothes in the dresser." Again, that sunny look of joy to be executing a command. She went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. A riot of colorful nylon and silk panties, filmy and soft. I told her to hold them up for my inspection, and she did. One by one, I looked them over; then had an idea. "Min-Mei, I want you to model these for me. Do you know what that means?" "Oh, yes, Lord; many of my Masters enjoy 'fashion shows'," she giggled. Watching her try on the tiny pants and the equally large collection of nighties and half-slips in the other drawers soon had me excited. I called her to my side. "Min-Mei, you are very beautiful, and I will now allow you to serve me by giving pleasure." "Oh, yes, Master," she sighed. "How may this flesh serve yours?" "Let's start with a little head," I smiled. "Know what that is?" "Oh, yes, Lord, we know all the words and their meanings." Smiling sweetly, she knelt before my erect cock and expertly took in into her soft mouth. Soon her head was bobbing up and down, slowly, on my hard shaft. As I watched her giving delicious pleasure, I thought: "This is what men have dreamed of for centuries...to own a female body; to control it totally and completely--to own her life, her thoughts, her every emotion and action. This is truly perfection." ==================================================== Later, Min-Mei led me to the dining room. A unique scene greeted me. At a large table, the Brothers sat. Next to each Brother was one of his girls, each a stunning beauty, and each dressed like Min-Mei. The girls were not eating; they were "attending" their Masters. Each girl focused her complete attention only on her owner; for her, there was no-one else at the table. Their soft brown or big blue eyes were fixed only on their owner; their expressions were those of enraptured devotion and concentration. The girls were feeding their Masters; actually taking food from the plates and offering it on forks and spoons for their Lords to take. When one of the men wanted to drink, his girl offered a glass. Other girls, dressed like the others, waited on the table, bringing dishes and clearing them. We sat. Ben looked up from his slavegirl, and asked, "Well, how do you like her?" "She's marvelous," I told him honestly. "Yes," he said fondly. "She's one of my favorites, as is Chiako here. Well, dig in," he said, indicating the food. Min-Mei was already offering a bite of veal on a fork. As I chewed, I reflected that this would be easy to become used to. "Ben, you mentioned a special phrase that will put her into a trance, but you didn't say what it is; and Min-Mei says she doesn't know what it is." "Right. Here; I'll write it down for you." None of the girls could read. He passed me a napkin with a single word on it. The word was Xanadu. "If you were to speak that word here, all of them would go under at once. If you want just one to sleep, you must say her name before the word." "I see. And to snap her out of it?" "Just 'wake up'". "Thanks." I looked around. "Are all of your girls Asian?" "No, but I understand how you could get that impression. Actually about 75% are Oriental; the rest are Caucasian. We operate several 'orphanages' in Asian countries; the very best female infants are skimmed off and sent here. And many of the Brothers prefer Asian girls." "Orphanages?" "Yes. Actually, they are legitimate, for the most part. Most of the staff at each one knows nothing of its real purpose. But the director and head physician are always Brothers; they route the new girls here. Each one sends us between 10 and 20 a month." "How do you get non-Asians?" "You will be told--later," he said. "How many girls are here?" "Right now, about 500, serving 40 resident Brothers. We have capacity to accomodate many thousands of girls and many hundreds of resident men." Soon, the meal was finished. Min-Mei actually wiped my mouth and cleaned my hands with a warm towel. As Ben predicted, several of the Brothers offered me the 'services' of one of their girls; I accepted three. These were Chin-Lo, Susie, and Wendy. Chin-Lo was a pretty 14-year-old Chinese; Susie, a lovely 10- year- old from Hong-Kong, and Wendy, age 8, was the first Caucasian girl I had seen; blonde, blue-eyed, with an angelic face and full lips. Each girl went through a 'temporary binding' ceremony as had Min-Mei; they were transferred to my quarters, along with ample wardrobes. I sat them down together on the sofa, and told them: "Girls, you are all Sisters in my service. You are to cooperate and help one another to serve me. There will be no jealousy or competition among you. Understand?" "Yes, Master," they replied in unison. "This is the Law." "Wendy, stand up and come here." She did. "Turn around--slowly." She did. Lovely. A pert, tight bottom, and remarkably long legs for her age. The slightest hint of tiny bud breasts. Wendy was wearing a pale blue transparent nightie, with snowy white translucent panties. "Wendy, bend over." She did. I fondled that tiny butt through the nylon of her outfit. Her flesh was firm and tender; her skin smooth and silky. I felt my cock begin to rise. "Wendy, come here, and sit on my lap." Joyfully, she did so. "My dear, tell me about yourself," I told her. "Myself, Lord? There is nothing to tell," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "How long have you lived here?" "All of my life, Master." "Do you remember anything besides this place, this life?" "No, Great One. How could there be anything else?" As we spoke, I caressed and fondled the nymphet, and she squirmed and giggled happily. My hands moved all over her tiny body, and she responded with little movements and grunts of pleasure. Soon, we had moved to the bed. The other girls looked on, as Wendy gave me pleasure. She was quite skilful for such a young girl; her training had evidently been thorough and complete. ==================================================== The following morning, the girls washed and shaved me, and even brushed my teeth for me. Susie did 'bathroom duty', gently cleansing my anus after I had moved my bowels. I had the distinct impression that, were they able, they would have gone to the toilet for me as well. A knock sounded on the door. It was Ben. "Ready for a tour of our training facilities?" "I suppose so. What about them?" I indicated the four girls. "Easy. Put them to sleep; they will keep for a short time." I had them sit, then spoke the word, "Xanadu". All four heads slumped at one time. Ben whispered something to me, and I said, "Min-Mei, Susie, Wendy, Chin- Lo: you will remain asleep until I tell you to awaken. While you are sleeping, you will review your lessons and training, and they will become even more a part of you than they are now. Understand?" "Yes, Master," they all said, dreamily. We left. "The first stop is our physical fitness facility," Ben remarked. We entered a large gymnasium, in which at least 50 young girls were performing aerobic exercises. Like the others, they were clad in only the flimsiest underwear. Their exercises were led by a 19-year-old beauty, dressed like the others. "The instructress is Carolyn," Ben remarked; "She has been here since she was only four. The girls get at least an hour of exercise a day; designed to make their bodies firm, but not hard." The next stop was the dance studio. Here, another group of 50 girls received dance instructions. "They are trained in ballet," Ben told me. "We value the grace and physical stamina it gives the girls." Again the girls performed their lessons dressed only in tiny bikini panties and half-slips; their instructress was another older girl. "That's Michelle," Ben said. "We took her at fourteen-- she's 20 now." "How did you train her to obey at such an 'old' age?" I asked. "I'll show you a bit later," he said. Next, we visited the locker room. The aerobics class was entering as we did. We watched the little girls remove their little outfits and begin to shower. "They have no modesty, no body shame," Ben commented as we watched. "To our girls, nudity is completely natural and proper." The girls giggled and laughed as they washed. "We stress bodily cleanliness," he told me. "The girls have a 'cleaning ritual' that will last almost an hour. We'll stop back here in time to see the end of it." Next, we visited a 'classroom' complex. In the first, a group of 15 girls sat in what appeared, at first, to be a normal schoolroom. Then I noticed that, in front of each girl, was a rubber model of a penis. The girls were leaning forward, giving oral sex to the phallus models. At the front of the class, another teen-ager stood. Ben told me her name was Christy. "All right, girls," Christy said, "now a bit slower and tighter. That's right. Jana, take it deeper into your throat...Debbie, use your tongue." Liquid sounds of slurping and licking filled the room. I found my cock hardening as I watched. Ben noticed. "Yes, it is exciting, isn't it. Here, I'll show you something." He went to the front of the room and spoke to Christy. She lowered her eyes, and curtseyed. I could hear her murmured "Yes, Master", and then she turned and faced the girls of the class. "Girls, Master Ben and his guest have honored us by a visit. They would like to try out the best girls in the class. Let me see...OK, Chiako and Li-Ho, come here." Two girls rose. They were both asian. Chiako was a lovely little 13-year- old Japanese girl; and Li-Ho was a fetching Chinese of about 11-12. They approached us, curtseyed, and stood with eyes and head lowered. "These girls have learned their lessons well, Lords," Christy said. "I hope that you will enjoy their service." We each selected one girl--I got Li-Ho--and opened our robes. The girls knelt, and began to give head right there at the front of the classroom. Christy had the other girls gather around to watch. She commented on our girls' techniques as they performed their service; occasionally, one of the other girls would ask a question and she would answer. At last, both of us reached orgasm, and our girls dutifully captured every drop. To our surprise, they did not swallow, but held the sperm in their mouths. Then, quickly, the others lined up, and each girl received a drop or two of the fluid from our girls. Even Christy. We thanked the class for their hospitality and returned to the locker room. The girls were lined up, still nude. At the head of the line, an older girl was dispensing new "uniforms". As each girl reached the head of the line, she received a fresh pair of panties and half- slip, and quickly slipped them on. We watched, entranced at the beauty of the girls and their little outfits. Next, we returned to the "school". In another room, a small group of girls sat watching a film. Their eyes were glassy, their gaze distant and unfocused. "They're in deep trance," Ben said. "That way, the instructions in the film are remembered perfectly, and become seamlessly integrated with their other programming." The film was about obedience and giving service, and included many scenes of submission, in which a girl demonstrated almost unbelievable subservience to a Master's command or request. Between scenes demonstrating obedience, a male 'instructor' told the girls that they must obey, must serve, must become even better servants than the girls in the film. "You asked how we train older girls," Ben said. "Now I'll show you." We entered another room. There, a Brother stood before a single kneeling girl. The girl was about 15. She was weeping quietly. She was dressed like the others, but there was a curious collar about her neck. The Brother held a small box which was covered with buttons. "All right, Lisa, now stand up," he ordered. Sullenly, she did. "Turn around." She did. "Bend over." Lisa hesitated. The man pressed a button, and a spasm shook the girl's body. She gave a muffled scream of pain. "Lisa, you must obey, or you will be punished. Now bend over, as you were commanded." This time, she did. Ben said, "The training collar can administer any level of pain to the subject. It causes no permanent harm. It can also give pleasure-- watch." "Very good, Lisa," said the Brother. "When you obey, you will be rewarded." He pressed another button, and Lisa gasped with pleasure. An orgasmic shudder passed through her body. As we left, Ben told me, "The conditioning you see, along with drugs, hypnosis, and classical brainwashing techniques, never fails to 'break' a girl's will. In a few weeks, we will be able to remove the collar, and Lisa will be just as submissive and obedient as any other girl here. In fact, she will be an eager and willing servant, and will learn to love her condition. We used this method on the first girls here, and use it now on girls who come to us older than about 6." The final room was a dimly-lit one, in which about a dozen girls lay on couches. Intravenous lines were connected to their arms, and they wore stero headphones. All appeared to be asleep. "They are being programmed with the aid of drugs. The drugs magnify suggestibility by many times, and the effect is cumulative. By the time these girls have finished the primary course of treatment, they will have absorbed the program at least ten times. For the rest of their lives, they'll receive monthly 'booster' sessions to keep the programming fresh." As we walked back to my room, I commented, "This has been really interesting and illuminating. You certainly have developed an incredible system here." "Thanks." Back in my room, I woke my sleeping companions. They woke together, smiling sunnily when they saw me. "How may I serve you, Master," they all said in unison. "I believe I shall think of something," I grinned. *************************************************** *************************************************** Re-Poster's note: The preceding three-section material on the New Eden Brotherhood with unknown authorship was originally found by me on Rusty and Eddies BBS (at 216-726-2620 to give them a plug). However, I have never seen any sequel or other material on it. Whether or not New Eden exists right now, in either a nascent or advancing stage, most of us may never know. However, it does seem to me that it would be intellectually interesting to develop more speculative fiction and theory based on its many obviously well thought-out premises. As an example, I am adding the beginnings of a plausible and future history of it past where the original material ends that might be the logical next steps in it. I may add more to it later. If anyone is interested in expounding further on the New Eden concept, post a note on this or a new message with the words "New Eden" in the description. - The Scribe THE CONTINUING HISTORY OF NEW EDEN Decades 3-4 The Brotherhood of New Eden has flourished immensely in the past 20 years, standing as a testament to the inspiration of the original brothers. The worldwide membership presently stands around 30,000 males and a present inventory of 14,500 females in areas under direct Brotherhood jurisdiction. Another approximately 11,000 females are possessed by Brothers throughout the world and carefully developed pockets of New Eden communities exist in 37 different countries. Though the original Island of New Eden is still used as a prime vacation spot for Brothers, the acquisition of Babesland (known to the rest of the world as Kwaiki) in 2005 has enabled the beginnings of a true culture under the foundations of the Brotherhood. This 319 square mile sub-tropical island in the Pacific, granted nationhood in 2007 under with the generous and inspired help of highly placed Brothers in the United Nations and the governments of several industrialized nations, has enabled the BrotherhoodUs great social expansion to develop virtually undisturbed on a grand scale. The rest of the world, in as much as a very few non-brothers ever give a solitary thought to the never mentioned, isolated island-nation of Kwaiki, assume its economy to consist of fruit exports. Babesland has now become the social and political center of the Brotherhood, as well as the worldUs largest producer of females reared in the New Eden way. The Brotherhood has for some years been able to depend on its own breeding programs on Kwaiki for its primary source of new females, with a yield of 2,000 healthy newborn girls a year, although donations of offspring by Brothers worldwide bring in an additional 1,000 annually. The success of the breeding program has long since eliminated the need for procurement of females older than 5 years old from other places. It is obvious that females carefully raised from infancy are far superior for the purposes of the New Eden Brotherhood. Advances in genetic selection, early childhood conditioning and the purity of the New Eden social atmosphere on Kwaiki are currently producing the most pleasing and obeisant females ever seen on Earth. 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