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Chapter
3
The routine was still
fairly new after the first couple of months, but the boys at least
knew what to expect. Their training was taking effect as shown in
the improvement in their demeanor.
Mistress Karen addressed
them at a special "School Assembly." For these occasions, the women
normally wore their class A military uniform.
"You are to be congratulated.
You are progressing well in your training program. You may just
win back your wings yet." The last comment was significant, in that
Mistress Karen rarely mentioned anything about life outside of the
island to her charges. As she documented in her reports later, she
realized that she had to maintain a tentative thread between the
atmosphere of sexual servitude and the real world to keep the males
from getting to complacent in their roles as young girls. There
had to be that sense of uneasiness, and occasional references to
their former lives provided it. She also realized that they will
eventually have to be forced to face their earlier transgressions
and be made to acknowledge how outrageous their behavior was and
to feel true contrition for it.
She continued, "Don't
get a swelled head over it. You still have a long way to go. You
are barely at the point of femininity of a pre-school child. You
barely know how to dress and act like a girl. Our training will
take you through the formative years, through teenage trails and
into young womanhood. You will have to learn a dual role: that of
being a woman and how helpless that feeling can be, and that of
appreciating and serving women."
"My background is in
psychiatry. I specialized in family practice and had a lot of experiences
working with women and girls, dealing with their inferiority complexes,
and other disorders caused by incest. rape and the generally male-dominated
society that fosters such things.
Normally, I help these
women cope with the stresses caused by these experiences. I will
teach you how to cope with them too, but first you will have to
experience them."
"We cannot duplicate
the experience entirely, but we will try our best. You will not
be raped, but you will be pressured for sexual favors. You will
not be a victim of incest, but we will control every aspect of your
environment and make you feel as helpless and out of control as
the victims themselves. You will not have any choices."
As she spoke, Commander
Thompson crossed her legs giving her audience a better view up her
skirt. She smiled inwardly as four sets of eyes tried to probe up
her leg to see more. She slipped off her high heel, let it dangle
from her toes for a few minutes, and then let it drop.
"As you well know, one
of the problems we have on this island is the limited opportunity
for sexual release. It's limited for us women, for you," she gestured
to her audience, "it's impossible. You know that we've been watching
an filming your every move. We know that you haven't gotten any
sexual release since you arrived on the island. Forced celibacy
is a quite deliberate part of the regimen. Having a hormonal build
up makes you more susceptible to training. I am authorized to use
drugs and hormonal therapy to treat you if I think it's warranted,
however, I think I will let the testosterone levels in your blood
build up naturally. It's safer medically, and it has the desired
psychological effect."
"I bet that right now,
if I allowed it, each one of you would pull up his skirt, pull down
his panties and pull on his penis until he came. You wouldn't care
if it was a public display. You wouldn't care how `little boy' the
activity was. You wouldn't care that you'd splatter your semen all
over the place with the first couple of strokes. You wouldn't care
that there was a group of women watching and filming you do it."
"I bet that right now,
you are as horny as you've ever been in your entire life. What used
to take extreme stimulation, now takes mere suggestion. Just talking
about this topic is giving you an erection. Stand and show us!"
The four boys stood.
The front of each skirt had a slight bulge at the appropriate spot.
"That's good, boys. Sit down."
"We women have made
`arrangements' to take care of our sexual needs. We don't need you
to fulfill them. We have the advantage. Think about that boys, we've
been `getting it' ... artificially, it's true, but that's far better
than what you've been getting or what you can ever hope for in the
next 22 months. Unless ..."
Karen was the mistress
of the pregnant pause. She allowed the males to salivate over her
"unless" for preciously long seconds.
"Unless," she mused
again. "Wanker, what are you willing to do for `unless?'"
Wanker stood when called
upon and placing his hands behind his back as he had been taught
when responding he meekly muttered, "Whatever you want, mistress."
"Whatever I want," Karen
smirked. "Do you want to know what I want?" She was treating them
like children. They knew it and resented it. She knew it and took
great delight in it.
Four hands went up.
"You, Alice. Do you want to know?:
"Yes mistress."
"Pardon me while I get
graphic here, but what I want more than anything right now is a
tongue up my pussy!" She almost meant that. She knew that the coarse
language would feed the male's horniness. She had them in a condition
where they would truly do anything just for the promise of sexual
release. Turning to her assistants, she asked, "What do you say
girls? Should we spend the rest of the day sitting on their faces?"
Barbara and Sheila responded
gleefully.
Karen directed her attention
back at the class. "OK boys, this is how it's going to be. You will
line up in the following order: Sweet Buns, Shorty, Wanker, and
Alice. and you will rotate through me to Barbara and Sheila. That
means Sweet Buns, you start on me, and when you are done you move
onto Barbara. When you have satisfied her, you will humble yourself
under Sheila. When you are done with her, come back to worship me
some more.
"Shorty, you will take
Sweet Buns place between my legs as soon as he departs. And that's
the way we'll do it. You guys will take turns pleasuring us."
"Oh, one more thing."
She said picking up a clipboard and pencil, "You will be evaluated.
There are four of you and only three of us. One of you doesn't get
to come, so you better do your best."
The school-girl clad
inmates lapped and licked with fantastic vigor and enthusiasm. The
women chose a position over the men facing their feet. This position
gave them access to the men's genitals. They lifted their skirts,
and rubbed them trhough their panties. The panties were soaked with
precome within minutes. Each of the instructors was careful not
to overstimulate her student and allow him to ejaculate. This task
was difficult as each of the women slipped from one orgasm to the
next. The scene resembled an assembly line as each student moved
from teacher to teacher servicing her.
In the end, Shorty was
the short man out. He was sorely disappointed by the results but
brightened a little when he found out that intercourse was not the
reward as each of the students had expected. He got to stand and
watch along with the women as they brought the men up "on stage"
(made them kneel on a table) one by one and ordered them to masturbate.
"We are going to conduct
a little experiment here. In the future, we will masturbate you.
I've been reading up on a number of techniques, and all of us have
practiced these techniques on volunteers with great success. However,
for the moment, you are allowed to do it freestyle."
"Let's start with Alice.
Lift up your skirt, pull down your panties and masturbate for us."
Karen found it interesting
that although she didn't specify the means of masturbation, that
the three of them used the technique called "jerking off" although
the exact details varied slightly. Alice grabbed his penis tightly,
and pulled the foreskin back and forth over the head. Wanker used
his fingers only and held his penis almost daintily. Cute Buns lubricated
his fist with pre- come and ran it up and down the shaft.
One by one, the men
performed to the amusement and encouragement of their female audience.
One by one, they splattered their semen on the table. Wanker and
Cute Buns were directed to try to outdistance Alice's shot. The
women had their students engage in a contest to see who could ejaculate
the furthest.
Karen commented, "Forced
masturbation is equally as important to the program as forced celibacy.
You will be told when you can come, and when you must come.
Karen looked at the
pools of semen laying on the table. She smiled to herself, "Yes,
this program is going to work for the men. They will come to appreciate
women and their proper role in life. Now, if it would only work
for me. The men may survive two years, but I'm not sure I can."
Aloud she said, "Shorty, clean up their mess!"
Barbara saw the horror
in his eyes and decided to play it. She turned to Karen and asked,
"Should he use his tongue?" Karen pondered for a moment as all four
men held their breath. Finally she proclaimed, "What are you waiting
for? Go in the kitchen and get the sponge and bucket!"
-=o=-
Karen sat in her office
reviewing the tapes with Barbara and Sheila. The boys had been in
training only 9 months. They no longer questioned the women's authority
and submitted meekly to any extracurricular sexual activities. They
all became quite accomplished with their tongues, and eagerly awaited
the slow masturbation techniques the women inflicted on them when
they behaved themselves properly, and waited with full meekness
the spankings awarded their misdeeds.
The girls giggled at
the boy's early attempts to get dressed, but were genuinely proud
of them as they learned to look and behave as proper young ladies.
All of them knew that the tapes would eventually be placed in a
sealed archive, but yearned for a copy for themselves. In the meantime,
they had the luxury to view them over and over. They even showed
some of the "cuts" to the boys solely for the humiliation value,
or sometimes as a critique to show the boys how they could improve
their performance.
Most of all, they enjoyed
watching the scenes with the boys masturbating, or being slowly
manipulated towards (and often not allowed to achieve) orgasm.
Karen was very emphatic
about pointing this out to the class. "Boys," she said, "by now
you should be coming to the realization of a fact that women have
known since time began: you are slaves to your penises. That's nothing
to be ashamed of, that's just how mother nature made you. The only
thing you have to learn is how to control these urges. Put your
faith in women. Let a woman control your penis for you, and you
will be a lot happier. Believe me, she can think a lot more clearly
about what to do with it, and how it can be used than you can."
Karen was also pleased
with progress in other areas. Not only were the prisoners passively
accepting their feminization, they were also actively embracing
the feminine arts. She gazed at the screen. There they were in their
quarters, sitting in bras and panties making small "girl talk" as
they worked on each other's hair. Neatly placed in various places
around the room were fashion magazines. Sweet Buns was reading one
and telling Alice how to style nails.
Shorty's hair was anything
but. Over the course of 9 months, all of their hair had grown in
to a length that accommodated a number of feminine styles.
The room had changed
also. As a reward for good behavior, the prisoners were allowed
to bring in new items of furniture and to decorate the room. They
now had pink curtains, and bed skirts. At least one stuffed animal
adorned each bed. Tasteful posters hung from the walls. Jewelry
boxes stood on each nightstand.
The wardrobe also changed.
The school uniform and female military uniform still hung where
they belonged, but civilian dresses and skirts also hung neatly
beside them. In keeping with the climate, they now had some petty
floral design sun dresses, "play" skirts and short shorts. Silky
underwear now started to replace the plain cotton ones originally
issued.
They also had one other
uniform in their closets in keeping with were they were supposed
to be in their psychological profile: a cheerleader outfit complete
with lettered top, frilled panties, pleated skirt, and sneakers.
Pom-poms hung from each of the four mirrors in the room. Barbara,
among whose many other talents included being an aerobics instructor,
coached the squad through its routines.
-=o=-
About one year into
the program, Karen called her charges into the office. "Ladies,
this is no longer an academic exercise. This is no longer a one-of-a-kind
deal. As it turns out, we've been contacted by one of our sister
services. It seems the Army has a problem with its recruiting staff.
They would like us to develop a program of training for them. It
seems that our little experiment has gotten quite a bit of notoriety.
Our tapes have even been summoned, and viewed by the Joint Chiefs.
We've gotten a green
light. We've been ordered to expand. Construction to complete more
dorm space has been authorized, and we are recruiting and training
more women to staff this facility. We've now become a prototype
for a new "Leadership Academy." This academy will be for men ...
not just those who have committed crimes, but for all men ... any
man who hopes to supervise any workgroup, any sailor, soldier, marine
or airman who has a desire to command a unit in which there are
women must come through us!"
"The bottom line, girls,
is that the male NCOs and officers must step aside and let women
be promoted over them, or they will have to come here. If a male
NCO or officer wants to make rank and continue his career, he will
have to live in our world and by our rules."
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