The Institute

Chapter 1.  The Induction Session

       Shortly after her sixteenth birthday, Jenny’s father announced that he no longer had to legally assume financial responsibility for her and that he had decided she was to be sent to be ‘trained for marriage’ at an expensive finishing school. Hopefully, he announced, the skills she would learn there, would enable her to make a good marriage and earn him a good price which would recoup the cost of the finishing school. Jenny, a dutiful girl, accepted her father’s wishes and, although she was saddened at having to leave the family home, nevertheless understood that, in these modern times, it was for the good of the whole family that another man take on the role of her patriarch.

       The old system which her mother used to often describe to her seemed almost impossible to recognise: in it, women had been practically equal to men and marriage a partnership, but the practice had died out in the mid 21st century after a social, political and cultural backlash against feminism, orchestrated by strong, visionary men, had reorganised society into the one in which Jenny had grown up. Women were, of course, not slaves: they merely knew that they had to defer to male authority on all matters and, to coin an ancient phrase; “they knew their place”.

       The following week, Jenny’s parents drove her to an imposing building about an hour’s drive away. The building itself had been a mental hospital until the end of the 2030 war and this was evident in the barred windows. Jenny gave a little shiver as she wondered what sort of school this would be when the outside looked so restrictive. Helping her from the car, her father handed her the small overnight bag and once again, Jenny wondered why she had been allowed so few clothes to bring.

       Her father filled out some lengthy paperwork while she waited in the reception, then he & her mother came over to her. Jenny’s mother’s eyes were filled with tears yet she seemed to be trying to hold them back. Her father faced her and said sternly;

       “You will be here for the next three months, during which time you will learn many things. I want you to apply yourself diligently to your tasks and to achieve high standards. The staff will explain the processes to you but I do not want to hear any bad reports of your behaviour, do you understand?”

Jenny nodded, she had always been a model pupil and tried hard to please her parents. Her father turned to leave and her mother grabbed her wrist. Wordlessly, her mother squeezed it and fought back a choked sob. “Be good” she whispered, then hurried to catch her departing husband. It was the last time Jenny would ever see her parents again.

       A stiff-backed woman of about fifty came to escort Jenny to her room. As she walked, she told Jenny that she was to unpack then report immediately to the main lecture hall which was clearly signposted. Jenny’s room was clean and bright, though sparsely furnished, beyond a bed, cabinet and small wardrobe, together with a wall mounted TV and a connecting bathroom. Finding nothing to detain her interest in the room, she quickly hung up her two dresses and then scurried out to find her fellow schoolmates. As promised the lecture hall was easily found and she was excited to see about thirty girls assembled there. A raised stage, behind which was a huge projection screen, dominated the room, for on the stage was a podium to one side and in the centre, a large, padded trestle. It resembled a single bed but was considerably higher, being about waist height. However, Jenny was too excited by the girls around her to take much notice and she grinned at the girls seated on either side, exchanging names with them and ascertaining that all of them had arrived that day.

       Just then, a tall, commanding man entered the stage and the hall fell to a respectful hush as girls had always been trained to do. He went to the podium and cleared his throat.

       “Welcome, new girls. I am Doctor Krantz, Director of the Institute. You girls represent the cream of maidenhood and you must count yourselves extremely lucky to have been accepted here at the Institute for our rigorous programme. Many of you will be wondering what the nature of the training is, whilst some, I suspect, may have heard rumours about what it entails. There is no need to be fearful but there is a need to approach the demands that will be made of you with obedience, with duty and with stoicism. Here, at the Institute, you will, in short, learn not only to accept a man sexually in all manner of practices, but also, in time, to do so with consummate skill so that he achieves complete satisfaction every time.  This programme does not require you to obtain pleasure from the acts, only that you learn the proper attitude to ensure that your master’s pleasure is always paramount.”

       The girls all sat in shocked silence. Clearly, few, if any, had envisaged this form of training and most were struggling to come to terms with the news. Naturally, all the girls would have been virgins, since society traditionally went to great pains to keep the sexes apart until ready for marriage. For many, the secrecy surrounding the sexual act, meant that they did not really comprehend what this meant for them, whilst others, Jenny included, understood enough of the mechanics to know what it involved. She felt sick with fear, for her cousin had once terrified her with an account of her wedding night and the pain she had endured. Surely her parents would not have abandoned her to a systematic programme of sexual abuse?

       The speaker had continued to talk and Jenny drew her thoughts back to his words. He was telling the girls that they would be divided into training groups and, on return to their rooms would find instructions and a schedule sheet for their training, which would begin that same day.

       “Before this however,” he said, “I would like to demonstrate the sort of performance levels you should expect to achieve after just three weeks with us.“  As he spoke, a burly man in a white doctor’s coat led a petite girl of about 5’3 on stage. The girl was clad only in a thin wrap and, the man gestured for her to remove it. Obediently she did so, then climbed, naked, onto the trestle.

       “Alyssa here, “continued the Speaker, “will now accept Dr Graham vaginally, orally and anally. Observe the ease of penetration and also how she moves into position as required by her master. This is the standard I expect you all to reach by your third week.”

       The man had shed his white coat to reveal himself also naked and he turned to face the audience. The girls, as one, all gasped. Doctor Graham sported a monstrous erection, at least ten inches long but it was the thickness that made Jenny’s knees go weak with terror. This was the first time Jenny had seen a real penis, though she had seen a picture once but that had borne no resemblance to the huge organ currently sticking up between the doctor’s legs. He pulled Alyssa by the hips until her buttocks were at the very end of the bed, then pushed them wide open and then back. Jenny could not help but notice the girl’s fixed expression and glassy stare as he manipulated her into position. He poised the cock at her opening and began to push, forcing Alyssa’s legs apart as he did so. The girl was now biting her lip and her face creased as the huge tool disappeared into her vagina. It was obviously causing her some pain but she could not or would not cry out. The doctor began to thrust back and forth and the girls watched in horror as he pistoned in and out of the poor girl’s hole.  With each hard thrust, Alyssa grunted as the force expelled air from her throat. Some of the audience had averted their eyes, not wanting to share the girl’s humiliation and suffering. The doctor, yanked his glistening cock from Alyssa and ordered her to her knees. Despite her probable soreness, she immediately got off the bed and knelt, mouth open before him. Gripping her hair, he began to drive his rigid cock all the way into her throat. She was finding it hard not to gag, anyone could see that, but the doctor cared nothing for her discomfort, urging her to tongue him as he thrust. Alyssa’s eyes were filled with tears now; maybe from lack of breath or maybe from pain and shame.

       “I’d bite it off” whispered the girl beside Jenny, an attractive brunette with a feisty manner. Jenny smiled weakly unable to believe that she would be expected to do the exact same things starting in a matter of hours.

       The doctor had not finished his assault of poor Alyssa though. Pulling out of her ravaged throat, he ordered her to lie face down on the trestle with her feet on the floor. This time however, he put a thick strap across her back to tie her down. Alyssa gripped the sides of the trestle and Jenny noticed her knuckles were white, so hard was she gripping it. With one hand supporting his thick shaft, Dr Graham used the other to part Alyssa’s pert cheeks. An audible gasp went around the auditorium as the girls realised what was about to occur. Meanwhile, Dr Graham placed his cock-head at the ring of muscle and began to force into Alyssa. Whether by chance or design, Alyssa was now facing away from the audience so they could not see her face contort as the massive cock stretched her anus and buried into her. He showed no mercy as he plowed repeatedly into her tightest channel, drawing almost completely out before slamming back in. Alyssa was silent but he was now the one grunting with the force of his thrusts and the girls realised something was about to happen when he grabbed Alyssa’s hips and rammed himself inward with an expression of ecstasy. Moments later, he pulled his organ from her and the girls saw it was soft and deflated, though slick with some sort of wetness.

       The speaker resumed his place and the two performers left the stage, Alyssa clearly weak and shaken by her ordeal.

       “As you can see, there is a lot to learn. It will not be an easy path for many of you but complete it you must. Your parents have all signed over to the Institute, the rights to do with you as we see fit. As females, naturally you have no right to contest this. Some of you will, at the end of the course, be returned to your families, who will want to make their own arrangements for your marriages. Others have already signed over, irrevocably, all rights and this means that the Institute can and will decide your future. Those of you who have come from orphanages are of course included in this category. For the girls under our ownership, the options are dependent on how well you perform and achieve during your stay here. The best candidates are reserved for a very select band of consumer, mainly from the Arab market, who can afford the high prices that girls with the highest calibre of training can command. Those of lesser quality are auctioned and may for example be used as bondage slaves, breeding stock or simply married to men who cannot afford the best girls but still want a well trained wife. Finally, there is a category of girl who has failed to reach the required standard and they have just two options: they are sold on as common whores, or retained at the Institute for the sole purpose of relieving our stallions. (The stallions are a group of highly virile men who fulfil routine sex duties but who do not enjoy the same frequency of sexual practice as our highly qualified doctors.)”

       “Our doctors are all chosen specifically for their size and performance ability. We at the Institute believe that it is best to train girls using above average-sized men as it helps to stretch them more effectively and they will always be able to take any cock. It does however mean that the training is more arduous and potentially painful. Before your first encounter, your assigned doctor will advise you on how best to prepare for it. Finally, there will be an exam at the end of the course followed by a passing out parade. The exam will involve each girl performing a variety of acts with six men in succession and she will be marked for her ability in pleasuring them. These scores will be added to those already given by the instructors during the course. Any girl failing to meet the minimum mark is automatically designated in the lowest category already described and furthermore, she must be subjected, as punishment, to permanent removal of her clitoris, by cauterisation, thus rendering any hope of personal sexual pleasure null and void.

       It is now time for you all to return to your rooms, where instructions have been left for your preparation. Follow these instructions swiftly, as your training begins today. You will be collected at an appointed time for your first procedure.”

       He strode off the stage and the girls, still shocked and horrified by the outlined practices sat quietly digesting their terrible futures. Moments later, the brisk woman who Jenny had seen at reception came in and ushered them to their rooms, telling them to await their calling.