Gables Academy

Chapter 3- Michelle continues on her quest

One of the by-products of the New Republic was genetic research into areas that had previously been avoided by our scientific community. The Dictator had wanted to live a longer life for himself, and after an investigation had discovered that a group of genetic scientists had been working for years on the development of a “24th Chromosome Pair” that could be introduced to a human being through a combination stem cell process. This gene appeared to be able to dramatically reverse the aging process. It also appeared to extend life significantly. Exactly how significantly it could extend life was still unknown.

The Dictator used this genetic enhancement process for himself, and made it available to a very limited number of other people. I was fortunate to be one of these people. I was 50 years old. My body had already deteriorated in many ways. I had aches and pains that I had never anticipated as a younger person. Most disappointing of all, my sexual capacity was quite diminished in comparison to what it had once been.

In my later teens and all through my twenties my sexual appetite was almost insatiable. If given the opportunity, I would have demanded some form of sexual gratification five to six times a day- every day. At 50 I had a greatly diminished appetite- until I received the genetic enhancement process. I immediately felt better. All the aches and pains began to back off.

My sexual appetite returned immediately- all of it. I wanted 5 girls every day, and I had them. It was the best of both worlds- the power that it takes 50 years to acquire, combined with the ravenous, nearly insatiable appetite of a 20 year old.

I had within my immediate household 10 girls, ranging in age from 15 to 33. They were in various stages of their training as concubines. Michelle was at the very beginning. Most were much further down the line. Because my home was attached to the school, there was a constant interface with it. All of my girls were trained there on a part time basis. They knew many of the girls at the school, and attended many more events there than they wanted to. Fellatio Night was one of my personal favorites. Six girls that were relatively new in the program would be presented with their hands cuffed in front of them, blindfolded, and fully nude, to spend most of the night perfecting their oral skills while they entertained 35 men, all of whom would enjoy at the very least a “Double Header”. In her third week in the Program, Michelle got to be one of the six hostesses at a Fellatio Night event. It was a common and accepted practice for men to punctuate the fellatio they were about to receive with a good spanking. It did help motivate the girls. The night, filled with fellatio, spankings in the nude, and lots of anonymous cum to swallow, did sharpen her skills.

It was not unusual for me to have one of my girls sent to a punishment Master at the school for a corrective session. These were dreaded by the girls for obvious reasons. However long a session happened to be with a Punisher, the girl would invariably be in tears from the first 10 minutes until the end of the session. Some sessions lasted all day.

Later in her first week I thoroughly sodomized Michelle again, and again finished in her mouth, thereby giving her another rather in depth taste of her own rectum. Unfortunately she again vomited afterward. I sent her to a Punisher the next day, for the entire day- with the caveat that he was not to mark her badly. She spent some time on her toes with the Wooden Horse between her legs- riding it, with its sharp edge making love to the lips of her vagina every time her toes could no longer support her. Later, she also gained a much deeper and greater understanding of electricity, and how it could travel through her body.

During this electrifying session she begged to eat one of her own turds, and was allowed to do so at lunch- with a spoon. Somehow she miraculously held it down. I suspect that the electrodes that were attached to her nipples, as well as those inserted not too gently into her 2 lower orifices on a large dildo and an anal plug may have provided some additional inspiration to her. She was brought back to my home that afternoon somewhat more broken than she had been in the morning. She spent most of the night sobbing, at first hysterically. She chose not to have dinner that night.

She did however recover, and a few days later I had her sent to Francisco, one of the South American Masters at the school. He was a large man in every respect, of African descent. Since it was summer, Francisco decided to bring her out onto the lawn on a blanket for the morning, and together they enjoyed the outdoors. At my request, he brought her through her paces on the blanket, primarily focusing on all of the myriad positions of anal sex, and ass to mouth sex. Michelle spent all of the morning in humiliation and pain, publicly having her ass drilled by a man with a 12 inch cock, and sucking it clean repeatedly. That morning, while her ass was gaping open, she swallowed 3 prodigious loads of Francisco’s cum, and she held them down. She returned to my home that afternoon a little bit more broken and obedient.

I brought her to my bed that night and used her thoroughly in all three of her holes. I again gave her an in depth taste of her rectum, and again finished in her mouth. She held it down, and she thanked me for it and told me how delicious it was. She fell asleep in my arms. What a difference a week makes.

And then there was hypnosis, which really is an extremely useful component of any girl’s education. Hypnosis can make a girl very aware of her fear. It can make her fear tangible, and greatly magnify it, so that she feels it in the pit of her stomach as a panic attack. Hypnosis can make her believe that her owner’s sperm is the antidote to her panic attack, if she drinks enough of it. Hypnosis can make her believe that sperm, especially the sperm of her owner, is the most delicious thing in her world that will also be able to calm and settle her stomach.

Hypnosis can make a girl believe that being spanked or whipped is a sign that her owner loves her, and of course hypnosis can make her compulsively need to be loved. There was a very famous phenomenon called Stockholm Syndrome -in which the hostages in a bank robbery gone wrong, fell in love with their captors; and went to ridiculous lengths to please them. Girls that are owned as slaves, and routinely beaten and raped are prone to this type of behavior anyway as a way to please their owners. Hypnosis not only reinforces this behavior; it makes this behavior compulsive and obsessive.

In a very short time, Michelle would think nothing of spending hours in my office on her knees, kissing my feet- if she thought that it would please me. She would feel a compulsive desire to do so. This was not only true of Michelle. This was the case with all the girls in my home and all the girls in Gables Academy. The girls all needed to be loved in a way that was consistent with their programming. Their programming showed them that by showing unconditional love, they would feel more loved by their owners. For these reasons, every girl received a minimum of 2 hours of hypnotherapy each week. In very short order, every girl in our program falls in love with her owner or anyone else that she happens to be programmed for.

After a month in the program, Michelle happened to be in my office when I had a visit from her former fiancé. He was a very nice young man. His name was Steven. He had broken up with her because she had told him that he should not expect her to comply with the new social expectations of submission from women. She did not want to be overtly obedient to him. She did not want to be disciplined by him. She did not want to be sexually submissive to him. He had been unwilling to force the issue with her, although he could have. He had broken up with her, and I had taken her into the program.

Now he was back in my office at my invitation. He sat on the sofa, and I was at my desk. Michelle was in the middle of the room, in front of my desk and in front of the sofa. She was kneeling on the floor at my direction, fully nude, and had been there waiting in that position when Steven had arrived.  Although her bare bottom was still quite bruised from the spankings that she had received on Fellatio Night, she was incredibly beautiful as she knelt on the floor. Steven told me that he still loved her in his own way, and that he missed her. I liked him. I told him that not only he would still be able to visit Michelle periodically, that also I was going to give him visitation privileges to the girls at the school. I asked him what he had missed most about Michelle. He did not immediately answer.

I explained to him that obviously, Michelle had changed for the better, and had become much more the kind of girl that he had hoped she would be; and that her transformation was still in the process of happening. I asked him again, what in particular had he most missed about Michelle? He thought about it for a moment more and told me that the thing he had missed most about her was her lips. I offered him the use of her lips then and there, and he accepted.

I said to her, as she knelt in the middle of my office; “Michelle, as you’ve just heard, Steven misses your lips. Would you please give your lips to him again, right now- right here?”  She said, “Yes, Sir.” and immediately got up and padded over to him, and knelt between his legs. I watched as she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She knelt forward until her head was over his crotch. It was clear that her mouth was reconnecting with his genitals. Steven had said nothing, but his head went back on the couch, and he moaned slightly as he began to enjoy the fellatio he was receiving from his former fiancé.

Michelle had received a great deal of instruction in the past month relating to fellatio. She had been instructed to begin by introducing her mouth and the flat of her tongue to the scrotum, and to breathe on it slowly. Most men find the warmth of the girls breath combined with the flat of her tongue, to be incredibly arousing as the girl worships his balls with her mouth. Once the man’s cock was fully engorged, the true act of deep throat cock sucking and cock worship was to begin, and it did.

I watched her performance from my desk and periodically spoke to Steven. He was clearly enjoying himself immensely. I explained to him that Michelle had received a great deal of instruction on her technique, and that in point of fact, it was still being perfected. He clearly saw and felt the difference. I doubt that he had any real idea of how many cocks had been inside of her mouth and throat in the last 30 days. A day had not gone by in which she had not had at least one cock in her mouth and throat; often a gigantic cock. Fellatio Night had seen 18 cocks in her mouth, punctuated by 7 different men spanking her over their knees.

As he ejaculated, he lost his ability to speak, and his face contorted a little bit. I could not hear Michelle swallowing his cum; but I did hear her thanking him for it afterward, as she told him how delicious it was. As she closed his pants and fastened his belt for him, it was clear to me that he was amazed that she really did think that his cum was now delicious, and he thanked me for again being able to visit her lips. I told him that it was only the beginning of our friendship. I was telling the truth. I liked Steven, and I thought that he was probably going to have a great many fiancés in the next few years. Most of them would be innocent and vulnerable girls with the same type of purity that Michelle had possessed.  I intended to meet all of them.