Novella
SERVANT TWO-THIRTY-SIX CHAPTER 3(Mg* Pedo Inc Cons & Non-cons BDSM MC Anal)By Phil E. Hebe
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Chapter 3
It was a long, long month without my daughter, Sharon. I never realized just how lonely it would be with her gone. I hoped she was doing well. There was a stipulation that if the person I provided did not live up to the standards of a servant at the end of the training period, then I would have to provide a suitable virginal replacement or my membership would be forfeit. There was no way for me to provide a replacement and it would bankrupt me if I had to pay off the membership fee.
Every day after work I stopped at the Club for my hypnotic session. I always went directly downstairs and left immediately afterward. I did not want to see my daughter. I was worried that if I saw more of her welted buttocks I would lose my temper.
I was happy to pick her up at month's end. When I checked in at the front desk I was told that Mr. Reed would like to see me at supper. In the mean time he had rented a room for me with entertainment. Curious, I took the elevator to the third floor and entered the room that I had been assigned. She was standing by the window, looking out. "Hi," she said as she turned, "I'm Servant Eight-Oh-One."
I just stood there and stared. Her number started with eight, which meant she became a servant when she was eight years old. Just the other day I learned that the first digit was a code for their age when they joined the Club. Eight for an eight-year-old, nine was a nine-year-old. Instead of using ten they just used the last digit. A ten-year-old servant number started with zero. That is why Sharon's number started with two. The last two numbers were picked from whatever numbers were not in use.
She looked way too young to have started puberty. Could puberty even started at eight? She was the smallest servant I saw at the Club. She was plump, the first girl at the Club that did not fit the height to weight ratio they insisted on. Her areolas were the size of quarters, very pointy, and the color of old copper pennies. They must have stopped her early in her development. Her sex was plump with a dark slit that went up into her pubic mound. Her buttocks were two very round half globes. Like the rest of the girls her brown hair was down to the top of her buttocks. She had brown eyes and an amused look to her smile. She was adorable.
I hesitated, sat on the bed, and watched her remove her tail. She came over and without a further word took my two fingers into her mouth just like the first servant had done. I could tell right then that my penis had no age limit.
I have this thing about licking. I love licking the body during sex play. She was small and I easily licked her whole body. She gave a hardy laugh as I licked her sex, inside and out. It tasted like licorice. I thought it a strange vaginal spray and could not help but wonder how they knew it was my favorite candy. She suggested anal sex. She was good, very, very good. Afterward she scrubbed my penis down. I offered her the $150.00 gratuity, but she turned me down saying it was already taken care of.
At the appointed time I went down to the restaurant. The head waiter looked me up on the seating chart. "Right this way, Sir." Instead of entering the main dining room we went down a hall to the left. When we got to a door with a number four on it the young man knocked then ushered me in. It was a small room, with a single table, and a serving sideboard. Mr. Reed was already at the table.
We shook hands. "It has been a while since you were on the company payroll," he said in a deep voice. "I see you are doing well for yourself."
"I can’t complain," I lied, as I sat across from him.
A girl entered the room to serve the wine. She was a very pretty young woman with an I.D. number beginning with a one. With quiet efficiency she filled the wine glasses already on the table. She bowed to both of us then left.
"So, did you enjoy having sex with the Mayor's daughter?" he asked.
"That was the Mayor's daughter?" I could not believe it.
"I thought you would be interested in how another member's daughter turned out. Before he was elected he came to us, hat in hand, asking for our support and, of course, money. We told him, quite frankly, that we only support our own and that if he wished money or endorsements he would have to join the Club. Like you, he was not a rich man and could not afford to buy a virgin. At the time his daughter was only eight and not yet developing so he had somewhat of a problem. There is a drug out there to force puberty to be used only if a child reaches his or her teen years and show no signs of sexual maturing. Our dear mayor found an unscrupulous doctor that gave the Mayor’s daughter the drug even though she was only eight. Within a month she started developing and that is how she became the youngest servant ever inducted into the Club and how he won the full support of the Club members for his bid for mayor. The Club loaned him the money for his campaign, $750,000."
"That is a lot of money."
"His daughter is both the collateral on the loan and the source of repayment. Except for one week every quarter she is not allowed to leave the Club until the debt is paid in full. She is a Courtesan earning as much as 5,000 points a day on weekends. She is very popular; there is something about having sexual relations with an eight-year-old that draws them. She is so cute plump we decided to keep her that way."
"I cannot believe he put up his daughter to finance his election costs. I don't think I could do something like that to my daughter," I commented.
"Of course not. You're not hungry enough. He was. Fortunately, Eight-oh-one has a natural gift for sex. She loves men. She loves cock. She attained the rank of Courtesan in just two short years."
I knew the ranking system. They all start out as Newbies during their training period. The next level up, which my daughter would start the next day, was Drone. The Drones did all the menial work, maids, cook's helpers, and the like. If they showed promise they were moved to Plebeian. They had the better jobs like wait staff, or personal member assistants. The forth step was Aphrodisian for the girls, and Pan for the boys most of these were in administration or dealers for the casino since they handled real money. Courtesans only catered to the sexual needs of the members, they had no other jobs. They were the sexually elite servants. All the classes were based on how well the servants did their assigned tasks and how well they satisfied the members. Each move up the scale was voted upon by the board of directors.
"I thought you would like an update on your daughter. She is doing very well. Better, in fact, then most at this stage. There are still rare occasions when I need to take out the whip and let her know her response is unacceptable, so don't be surprised if you see welts on her bottom. In all respects she is quite like Eight-oh-one. She has a natural flair for sex. She has learned to love men and love cock. She likes being penetrated in all her openings. All of the twelve men she had sex with had nothing but good to say about her."
Even though I knew she was to have sex with multiple partners it still shocked me to learn she had intercourse with twelve men plus Mr. Reed in one short month.
Two servants came in carrying trays of food. Reed continued, "As you probably know the vast majority of servants are brought here unrelated to the member. They know they have been bought and know what they will be used for. Your daughter is different. When I saw her on the dais I was surprised how much she had grown. It didn’t seem that long ago that you were working for the company and she was a baby."
The servants placed the food in front of us and left.
"She is a beautiful preteen, and don’t take offence, but that ass of hers is perfection. I knew then I had to have her no matter the price and she went high. As I started training her I found she was not only beautiful on the outside, but the inside as well. I was stricter with her then the others because I wanted her perfect."
We started eating our salads.
"Truthfully it was my privilege to take her virginity and train her to be a responsible servant. I hope you realize everything I did to her was to make her the best servant possible. I never whipped her out of malice or anger. The only reason I bring it up is that I saw the look on your face the first week and it concerned me."
I said, "I thought I could go along with the training she was subjected to, but when I saw it for real it was more than I could take."
"Didn't they warn you?"
"Yes, but I didn't listen. Anyway, since then I have simmered down."
"She was trained differently. Instead of just making her into a servant we have to create a personality, one that works well both inside and outside of the Club."
"They explained all about the training, but I just did not expect it to be so rough," I said.
He said, "Think of her training as a hill. She starts at the bottom and works her way up. Through hypnosis, pain, and humiliation..."
"Don't forget the drugs," I interjected, thinking of the CIA drug the drunk mentioned.
"Yes, and the drugs. She is drained of any thoughts learned on the outside of equality, underage promiscuity, and shame of body. By the time she reaches the top of the hill she is an empty vessel wanting to be refilled. She is void of all thoughts that would interfere with her training. On the downhill side she is taught that sex is fun and servitude to the members is her pleasure in life. She is taught that her youth, nudity and the tail make her desirable to the members, which they, in fact, do, and being chosen by a member for sex is the highest tribute one can obtain."
As we finished up the meal Mr. Reed said, "Shall we go up to my suite and see your daughter? I am sure she would like to see you and be let out of her cage."
Cage? I neither read nor saw anything concerning a cage.
Did he read my mind? "That is where she is kept when I don’t need her. Our whole training is to keep the servant off balance and out of step with the life they knew. The only creature comfort she has is when she is performing a sexual act."
The cage was high enough to stand in and long enough for her to lie down in, but narrow, almost as narrow as her body. It was made up from the same kind of bars as a regular jail cell. Reed opened the end door and let her out.
"Daddy," she said to me. "Are we going home now?" She was naked except for the black leather ribbon around her neck. No tail or slippers.
"Yes," I answered. I saw the change. Her nipples had been augmented with collagen injections making them protrude to twice the size they were before.
Reed said to her, "Your clothes are in the closet. You can dress now." He must have retrieved them from the front desk where I had left them in her name when I checked out.
She made a slight bowing motion to him and said, "Thank you, Sir."
I looked around the suite while she dressed. It was much larger then my room. It had a king size bed, a chest of drawers, a door that I guessed led to a closet or bathroom, and the whipping table. The top was covered in padded leather and had rolled edges. Hanging from hooks was a riding crop and a quirt. There were built in straps to secure the body and padded steel cuffs for the wrists. The same kind of cuffs were mounted close to the floor for the ankles and looked to be adjustable as was the height of the table off the floor. It looked old and worn and I wondered how many servants had been strapped down to receive their punishment.
Two minutes later she was dressed and said, "I'm ready."
"This is very important," he said to me, "Two-thirty-six needs to have intercourse. Both of you have been taught to have strong sexual feeling toward one another. Don't fight it."
"I'll see," I responded.
"Don't see, do. You will find that your daughter loves cock, let her play with yours and enjoy it. You will find your daughter much changed from the girl you brought here a month ago. You brought us a child and we return to you a servant quite willing to fulfill your every sexual desire. She is very susceptible to post hypnotic suggestion which made her very easy to train. I am quite happy with the outcome. Do not try to change her back," he warned. "The Club expended a lot of time and energy making her into what she is and will take a very dim view of any tinkering on your part."
"I understand," I said, meekly I am sure.
At the door Mr. Reed handed me a valise. I looked at him quizzically.
"It’s her training tools. Don’t forget what I told you about keeping her training up and having sex with her. I will see you in a month."
I seriously doubted I could ever whip her. Having sex with her might also be a problem. Yes my urges were strong, but all my life I was taught it was wrong. On the other hand, just the thought of her having to go through training all over again was a great incentive. Probably the only thing I had no problem with was her wearing the horse tail for two hours every day to keep her in practice.
On the drive home she refused to say anything about her training, any questions I had were ignored. She did tell me she really liked the Club and looked forward to going back. Sharon told me she would not have minded staying there, which shocked me. She said she made a lot of friends who came from all over the world.