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Subject: {ASSM} The Academy, Book 1, CH 1
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This is a story, a work of fiction.  It is only a story.  I do not in any
way share the views of the male characters in my story.  I am sure that
there are people somewhere in the world that do.  So for these people I
include the following disclaimer.  The characters and Society mentioned in
this and subsequent chapters and books are not real.  Any similarities to
real people places and Organizations is only a coincidence.

   I would welcome any and all comments.  Let me know what you think.  I
can be reached via email at blaqsmyth68@yahoo.com.  I do NOT open any
emails with attachments.  Save yourself the trouble of sending me virus
laden spams they will not be opened, I AM NOT THAT STUPID.

   I already have story ideas for at least two more books after the
completion of this one.  I hope that you enjoy this, the first creation of
BlaqSmyth and the StoryForge.

   Standard Disclaimer: If you are underage, DON'T read any further.  Go
find something else more constructive to do with yourself and your time. 
This story contains(or at least will) acts of consensual sex between adults
and underage girls.

   Story codes: Mdom, Mg, Mf, M+f and light bondage.

   The first chapter is strictly set up there is no sex in it, but there
will be in the following chapters.

   The Academy.  (The Society for the Advancement of Male Dominance and
Masculine Superiority)

   Chapter 1 Part: 1 The Acquisition

   Cheerleading practice seems to drag on forever.  Or at least it seems
that way to young Taylor Walsh.  As practice drones on and on the Coach
keeps pushing her and the other girls on the freshman team to keep going
and going for what seems like an eternity or at least an eternity to a
barely fourteen year old girl.

   Finally when just about every ounce of hope that practice will ever end
has been leeched from her body, Taylor finally hears the sound she has
longed to hear: the Coaches whistle.  With that sound all the girls stop
what they were doing and turn towards the Coach awaiting her instructions.
When she knows that she has everyone's attention she calls them over to
her.

   Taylor moves quickly and falls into place with the rest of her teammates
as they take their places around the coach.  She listens intently as the
Coach goes over the schedule for the next days pep-rally and football game.


   After the Coach finishes briefing the girls she has them do a quick cool
down routine.

   Taylor stretches her lithe five foot frame to relax her taut muscles. 
As she goes through the routine she nervously looks over her teammates. 
This is her freshman year, her first year in High School and she is more
than a little apprehensive about whether she has enough body to compete
with the other girls for the attention of certain boys on the team like
Brad Willis the quarterback.  She quickly realizes that she has nothing to
be worried about since she has just as many curves on her young body as the
others do.

   Then practice is over.  Taylor hangs around for a little while after
practice chatting with her friends before she collects her things and
starts out for home.

   "You want a ride home tonight Taylor?" One of her coaches asks as she
starts walking away.

   "No thanks, I'm fine.  See you tomorrow." Taylor replies as she pulls
her shoulder length blond hair out the ponytail the she wears for practice.
She runs her fingers through it as she starts off across the field.

   This is her favorite part of the day, the thing she looks forward to the
most; going home.  Not so much the actual going home part more the actual
trip home itself.  She loves the nearly thirty minute walk she has through
the woods from the practice field to the neighborhood where she lives with
her grandparents.  She loves the peace and quiet of the woods, not that
there isn't peace and quiet at home, its just a different type of peace and
quiet.

   That's the price you pay when you live with people in their mid to late
sixties.  She loves her grandparents greatly, but she has to admit to
herself, "Their idea of a wild night and mine are two completely different
things."

   As she passes the first few trees at the edge of the woods she feels the
same old sense of nervousness that she feels every day.  Yeah she's been
warned by her friends, her coaches and even her grandparents that a young
lady like herself shouldn't walk through the woods all by herself like this
but she does anyways.  This is her one rebellious habit: willfully ignoring
the good advice of people who care for her.

   The feeling of nervousness quickly passes as Taylor walks along the
wooded path through the fading light.

   She reaches the halfway point in her walk home, a weed choked access
road, where she comes upon an old S.U.V.  that's parked there.  Almost
immediately the sense of nervousness comes back with a vengeance along with
a terrible sense of foreboding as she realizes with a start that its
presence there is not normal.

   She quickens her pace in an effort to get away from this place, and vows
that if she makes it home safely she will never come this way again.

   She barely has time to complete her thought when she feels something
sting her in her shoulder through her tee-shirt.  She immediately feels
dizzy and her vision starts to blur, an instant later the world around her
goes dark.

   She's unconscious before she even hits the ground.

   Not even a second later a tall man steps out of the shadow choked woods
and walks quickly over to young Taylor's side.  He is clad in a dark
colored outfit from head to toe leaving nothing exposed.

   He slips a latex gloved hand out of his leather glove and quickly checks
her pulse and then bends to listen to her breathing.  Once he's satisfied
that she's alright he snatches her purse, backpack and gym bag from her
prone body and throughly searches each in turn dumping its contents onto
the ground around them.  The only thing of interest that he finds is a
newspaper clipping of a dark haired young man in a football jersey.  The
caption below the picture read: "Brad Willis named quarter back of Varsity
Squad at Jefferson H.S."

   In a whispered voice he says, "All I have to say is that Tony had better
appreciate this little beauty, or I'll take it out of his hide personally."

   He then quickly and methodically removes her shoes and socks before he
scoops her up and carries her to the back end of the waiting S.U.V.  Once
there he deposits her into a specially designed, padded box, then closes
and locks it.

   As he walks around to the drivers side he pulls a cell phone from his
pocket dials a number and waits a couple of seconds before he says,
"Acquisition made.  I'm coming in." Then he turns it off, climbs into the
S.U.V.  starts it and drives off into the night along with his unconscious
passenger.

   Part: 2 Taylor's new life.

   She wakes sometime during the night .

   With her head still reeling she groggily sits up in bed and looks
around. She sees gauzy curtains billowing in a gentle breeze around the
walls of a circular shaped room before a wave of dizziness hits her causing
the room to spin about her.  She quickly settles her head back down on the
bed as the room continues its relentless spinning.  Finally after several
seconds her head clears a bit more and she's able to think a little
clearer.

   She knows that she is in unfamiliar surroundings and with that comes the
thought that someone found her in the woods and took her to safety.  Of
course, that's it, she's in a hospital.  That explains everything.  With a
dreamy smile on her face she nestles back into the comfortable bed and
quickly drops back off into a sound sleep with the sound of the curtains
rustling and waves breaking onto the shore sounding in the distance.

   Sometime later she finds herself walking along the beach at the edge of
the water with the waves washing gently over her feet.  The sun is warm and
bright and very relaxing, as she walks along enjoying herself.

   Then softly, as if from a great distance away, she hears the sound of a
voice calling out.  She listens intently, straining to hear what the voice
is saying.  At first the sound is too faint but the harder she listens the
louder and closer the voice becomes.

   Finally she hears, "Miss Walsh" very clearly and realizes that the voice
is calling out for her.  She turns away from the ocean and the beach and
starts walking towards the voice calling out to her.

   The voice becomes progressively clearer and louder and more distinct
than the sound of the waves.  Then quite suddenly she hears, "Miss Walsh
its time to wake up."

   With a start she comes awake and finds herself staring at an older man
with grey hair, a golden tan and wearing glasses that accentuate his soft
brown eyes.

   He smiles warmly at her as he exclaims, "Finally!  You're awake.  We
thought you were going to sleep all day."

   With a panicked expression on her face she sits up quickly, only to have
the room start spinning wildly around her and wave of nausea hit.  She
closes her eyes tightly and with the old mans help she lays back down on
the bed.

   "Easy Miss Walsh, you need to take things very slowly for a few more
minutes." He says as he sits down on the edge of her bed.  "Now, I want you
to lie still and open your eyes."

   Taylor hesitantly does as she is told and again finds herself looking
into the calm face of the old man.  He asks her, "Are you seeing any spots
or are you just feeling dizzy?"

   "Just feeling a little dizzy, Sir." She replies.

   "Very good, that will quickly pass." He states with approval.  "How
about you try and sit up again, only much slower this time."

   With the old mans help she slowly sits up.  Once up she's forced to
close her eyes again for a couple of seconds to keep the room from spinning
madly about her, but she's able to stay up.  Now she's able to really see
the room.

   As she remembers from the night before she's in a circular shaped room
only now she can see that it is lined with large floor to ceiling windows
all around.  There are white curtains made out of a thin gauzy material
hanging over each window and the room is filled with a soft fluttering
sound caused by the curtains blowing in the stiff breeze that fills the
room with the distinct fragrance of the ocean.  She's also quite sure that
somewhere off in the distance she hears the sound of thundering waves
breaking against the beach.  This causes a brief moment of panic and a
feeling that something is just not right to course through her, but seeing
the pleasant trusting smile of the old man calms her fears.

   She continues looking around and very shortly realizes that she and the
old man are not alone when she notices two men sitting at a table set in
about the middle of the room right in front of her bed.

   "Where..." she starts to ask but is cut off by the old man saying, "No
questions now Miss Walsh, there will be time enough for them later.  Know
however, that you are perfectly safe from harm and in good hands.  My name
is Doctor Benton Young, are you hungry?"

   She realizes instantly that she is not only hungry but starving.  She
nervously smiles at the old man and says, "Yes sir, starved actually."

   "That's another good sign." Doctor Young acknowledges with a nod of his
head.

   "When ever the you are ready Miss Walsh, we have your breakfast waiting
over here for you." One of the two other men says from the table.

   She looks them over a bit apprehensively.  They are both younger than
the Doctor, one quite a bit more so than the other.  Her eyes are
immediately drawn to the younger of the two.  He is, she realizes even
though he is sitting down, very tall and very muscular with tattoos of
barbed wire encircling both python like arms.  He has jet black hair and
the most incredible blue eyes that she has ever seen and a smile that
lights up his whole face and most importantly he is drop dead gorgeous. 
The other man is older, brown hair with just a hint of grey in it and blue
eyes as well.  She also makes note of the drastic difference in the way the
three men are dressed.

   The two older men are both wearing white lab coats over shirts and ties
and the younger man is wearing a sleeveless tee-shirt an gym shorts.

   As if on cue her eyes are drawn back to younger man and she realizes
that he is staring at her as intently as she is him.

   "Are you ready to try and get up and eat some breakfast?" She hears
Doctor Young ask her.

   Taylor turns her attention, rather unwillingly, back to the Doctor and
replies, "Yes sir."

   Doctor Young stands up, then pulls the blanket back.  Its then that
Taylor notices that she is still wearing the clothes that she had on at
cheerleading practice.  The same gnawing fear that something is not right
hits her again and, as before, is allayed by the trusting smile of Doctor
Young.  Taylor then gingerly swings her legs around and scoots to the edge
of the bed.  She then starts to stand up, only to be stopped by Doctor
Young.

   "Your legs might be a little unsteady when you first stand up, why don't
we see if we can get the help of a nice strong young man to make sure you
make it to the table okay." He says with a wink and a nod towards the
table. "Anthony if you would be so kind."

   "Certainly Doctor." The younger man replies in a deep voice that gives
Taylor goose bumps.

   He stands up and starts towards the bed.  Taylor feels her heart start
to beat faster in her chest as he draws nearer.  She notices right away
that her earlier observation that he is very tall, fell quite a bit short.
He is actually extremely tall, at least a foot or more taller than her and
even more muscular than she had originally thought as well with muscles
that seemed to ripple as he approaches her.

   He reaches her side, wraps one huge arm around her and then says,
"Whenever you are ready Little One."

   Taylor feels her face flush as he speaks to her but still manages to
give him a nervous smile as she slides off the bed.  Her feet no sooner hit
the floor than she starts to go down as her legs give out.  If it hadn't
been for the aid of the man named Anthony at her side she surely would have
hit the floor.

   "It's okay Little One, I've got you.  Lean on me and we'll get you over
to the table in no time." He says calmly as he helps her back to her feet
and over towards the table.

   In no time she finds herself sitting across the table from the older man
with greying brown hair in the chair that Anthony had been sitting in a few
short minutes earlier.  The Doctor quietly steps up and removes the cover
off of a plate sitting before her on the table.

   "Don't mind me Miss Walsh, go ahead and eat up before your breakfast
gets any colder." The man sitting opposite her states in a deep penetrating
voice.

   Without any further prompting Taylor attacks the plate of food.  She
wastes no time in devouring everything on the plate.  When she finishes she
sits back and emits a contented sigh of satisfaction.

   It's only after she hears Anthony chuckling quietly to himself where he
is leaning against the wall directly behind her table partner that she
realizes how quickly she had eater her food.  She starts to apologize when
she sees Anthony silently shaking his head "no" at her with a very stern
expression on his face.  Once he's sure that he has her attention he nods
his head towards the man sitting across from her.

   Taylor's apology dies on her lips as she slowly turns her attention
towards the man sitting at the table with her.

   After only a brief pause he asks her, "How are you feeling now that you
have some food in you?"

   "Much better Sir." Taylor replies a bit apprehensively.

   "Good.  Now I'm sure, based on the apprehensive expression on your face,
that you have some questions that you would like answered.  Is that
correct?" He asks her curiously.

   "Yes sir actually I do." Taylor answers still unsure about what's going
on.

   "That is to be expected, if you will listen closely to what I am going
to be telling you over the next few minutes I expect that all of them will
be answered before you even have the chance to voice them." The older man
says calmly with a hint of surety in his voice.  "Are you ready to listen
as I requested?"

   "Yes Sir, I am." She replies meekly.

   "Very good." He asserts.  "First of all, my name is Kenneth Hammond and
I am the Headmaster of a school known simply as The Academy.  This," he
indicates the room around them, "is one of the four reception rooms that we
use to welcome new students in.  These students are welcomed by myself, the
good Doctor here and their primary trainer, which in your case would be
Anthony."

   He watches her face closely as it goes from abject curiosity to total
fear in a matter of seconds.  After a slight pause he continues, "The
Academy was established to train young ladies like yourself to be proper,
ready to please slaves who live to serve the men, their Masters who own
them.  These men, of which the Doctor, Anthony and myself are included,
believe that women should be seen and not heard, should be owned like
property and serve two purposes in life: to please their Masters and to be
bred.  You Miss Walsh have been chosen to become a student here at The
Academy.  While here in this room you will be coached on three things, one
the rules of The Academy, two, what is expected of you and three, what your
responsibilities will be from now on.  Once you leave this room you will be
expected to abide by and conform to these rules and expectations.  Failure
to do so will result in severe punishment.  On the other hand doing
everything that you are told to do without question and to the best of your
ability will be rewarded accordingly.  Do you understand everything that
you have been told so far?"

   Without thinking Taylor asks "Yes Sir, but why me?  I don't want to be
here, I didn't ask for any of this."

   The look Mister Hammond gives her causes her to avert her eyes towards
the table top.  Then with a hint of steel in his voice he says, "Since the
rules have not been discussed with you yet, I will overlook that little
outburst and answer the question since it does pertain to the conversation
at hand.  Miss Walsh look at me when I am talking to you." He snaps at her
sternly.

   Taylor flinches openly at the sternness of his voice as she looks back
at him.

   Then he continues, " Before I do though, I must tell you that the most
important rule we have here at The Academy is that slaves do not speak
unless they are given permission to by their Master.  You were asked a
simple yes or no question.  Those were the only answers that would have
been acceptable.  Know this however, that is the last such outburst like
that I expect to ever hear from you.  Is that understood?"

   Taylor manages a week, "Yes Sir".

   "Miss Walsh, I am most certain that someone who is a cheerleader, like
yourself can manage more volume than that.  Lets try again shall we?"
Mister Hammond asserts with a calmer voice.

   Taylor looks him in the eyes as she says, "Yes Sir." In a stronger
voice.

   "Much better Miss Walsh." He praises her.  Then thinks to himself, "This
one will be very easy to break, in fact she's almost there now."

   Throughout the long pause Taylor maintains eye contact with Mister
Hammond, breaking it only to wipe the tears that are beginning to flow.

   "That is very good indeed Miss Walsh." Mister Hammond finally says
approvingly.  "Now then where were we?  Oh yes that right your question. 
In all but the rarest cases slaves do not choose to come here we choose who
we want to become slaves.  Then only after they have passed a very detailed
background check and family Medical History screening we acquire them by
whatever means necessary.  Then like yourself they are brought here for
training.  Does that answer your question Miss Walsh?"

   Taylor is barely able to stammer out "Yes Sir," as she fights back her
tears.

   "Good.  Then onto the rules we go.  The rules are simple, straight
forward and too the point.  They are also non-negotiable.  Rule number one
is this: The wearing of clothes by a slave is strictly forbidden." narrates
Mister Hammond as he watched her expression register her shock at being
naked in front of men.



   Taylor's mouth falls open in shock but she holds her tongue and doesn't
utter a single word.

   "Rule number two states that: Slaves must maintain proper eye contact at
all times with their Master or Masters.  Proper eye contact ground rules
are as follows: A) When being addressed by a Master a slave shall maintain
direct eye contact.  B) When not being addressed by a Master, slaves should
be demure with down cast eyes unless given other instructions.  Rule number
three is the one that is the most important of all rules here at the
Academy and it is as follows: Slaves do not speak unless spoken too or
given permission to speak by a Master.  There are two exceptions to this
rule.  They are Free Zones, and whenever a slave is trying to get the
attention of their Master.  In the case of the latter a slave will simply
say "Master" with downcast eyes and wait for their acknowledgment.  Are you
with me so far?" Mister Hammond inquires curiously.

   "Yes Sir." replies Taylor with a quivery voice.

   "On to rule number four then.  It states that Slaves must always make
themselves available to any and all Masters.  There are also two exceptions
to this rule as well and they are as follows.  A)Slaves properly tagged
with their owners Mark and B) Slaves wearing a leash (Permissible only
during cycle time and training periods.  Rule number five is, A slave is
never allowed to reject or decline the request of a Master or Masters. 
Rule number states that, slave are required to maintain eye contact
whenever possible with their Master or Masters during an encounter.  Rule
number seven: During an encounter s slave shall not make any sound or
vocalization unless given permission to by their Master or Masters.  Number
eight states that While involved in an encounter with a Master or Masters
it is a slaves responsibility to see to their pleasure, wants, needs,
desires and wishes.  Know this, a slaves pleasure is secondary to her
Master or Masters." instructs Mister Hammond in a calm dispassionate tones.

   He continues, "Rule number nine, There will be NO unauthorized
fraternization between slaves.  The one exception to this rule is Free
Zones.  And last but not least is rule number ten.  This rule concerns Free
Zones.  It states that, While in an authorized free zone, slaves are
permitted to be themselves.  The one exception to this rule is that when a
Master enters an authorized Free Zone, then all regular rules apply.  Rule
number one is ALWAYS enforced.  Do you understand the rules that have been
explained to you?"

   Taylor replies, "Yes Sir," while trying to keep from crying any harder.



   "Good.  Then moving on.  The next thing you need to know is what is
expected of you and what your responsibilities are..  I am sure that by
hearing the rules you have a pretty good idea but just so that there aren't
any questions I will tell you this.  In a nutshell you, as a student of the
Academy and a slave, are expected at all times to adhere to ALL Academy
rules.  When in the presence of any Man you are expected to carry yourself
as a proper young lady and slave should.  You are also expected at all
times to fulfill any request made of you by your Master or Masters.  Lastly
it is, as I stated earlier, your responsibility to satisfy every desire of
your Master or Masters.  The one thing that you must remember at all times
is, that you live to serve the needs and desires of your Masters no matter
what they may be.  Do you understand this Miss Walsh?" questions Mister
Hammond.

   Even though Taylor is almost to the point where she doesn't trust her
voice she still manages a weak, "I do Sir."

   "I'm sorry Miss Walsh I couldn't quite hear you.  Would you repeat your
answer a little louder please?" asks Mister Hammond.

   "I do Sir." Taylor says louder.

   "Very good.  Now just so that you don't get the impression that this is
all one sided.  We, your Masters, have responsibilities towards you as
well. Those responsibilities are your health and well being.  These things
are always our first and foremost concern.  We will never, and I do mean
never, knowingly allow you or any of the other slaves in our possession to
be physically or mentally abused.  Yes you may be expected to do some
things that you normally wouldn't want to do, yes some of these things may
in fact be painful but NO lasting harm will ever come to you.  You will
always be under the constant medical supervision of Doctor Young and your
primary Master.  They will see to it that you are well taken care of.  In
the eventuality that you are sold to one of the Members of the Society you
will receive quarterly exams by a staff Doctor and the staff psychologist
to make sure that you are doing well and being treated as you should.  I
further assure you that there will always be plenty to eat, there will
always be a roof over your head, and that you will ALWAYS be treated with
basic descent human kindness.  Do you have any questions, if so now is the
time to ask them?" asks Mister Hammond.

   Taylor asks the only question that comes to mind in a halting voice,
"Will I ever get to see my family again?"

   "No Miss Walsh.  That particular part of your life is over.  Your new
life here precludes you from ever having any contact with them again.  Is
there anything else?" He replies calmly.

   Taylor manages to stammer out, "No Sir." through her sobs.

   "Alright then Miss Walsh, from this moment on you are to consider
yourself the sole and exclusive property of the Society for the Advancement
of Male Dominance and Masculine Superiority.  You are now and always will
be a slave girl.  Your sole purpose in life is to satisfy your Master and
to make babies when the time comes.  Furthermore the Taylor Walsh that
awoke in this room this morning is no more.  You are to never mention the
name Walsh again.  From this day on you will only be known as Taylor.  As a
slave you will consider every man that you encounter your master and as
such they should be addressed as Master.  When you are asked your name the
proper response is, "Master, my name is Taylor.  How may I please you?" Do
you understand?"

   Taylor sits there for a what seemed like forever before she finally
answers with a sigh of resignation, "I understand perfectly Master and I
will my best to please you and my other Masters."

   "That is good to hear Taylor, in light of what I am about to tell you."
Mister Hammond intones approvingly.  He continues by saying, "Under normal
circumstances this is when I would turn you over to your Trainer who would
take over from here.  However, these are not normal circumstances and you
are not a typical slave."

   Mister Hammond pauses for a moment to watch the change in Taylor's
expression as what he said sinks in.  Then he continues, "You are still
going to be turned over to your trainer, but he is only going to be
considered that by the Society for the next couple of days.  You see
Taylor, on Monday, Anthony here is going to become a full fledged member of
the Society and take on a position here as a Head Trainer and such he is to
be given his own personal slave,.and you Taylor are that girl.  You were
chosen for him specifically because you are exactly what he wants in his
slave.  You now belong to him.  He is and always will be YOUR Master."

   When Taylor hears this she turns in her seat slightly and flashes a
brief nervous smile at the imposing figure of her new Trainer, Master and
Owner.  He returns the smile with one of his own, then nods his head
towards Mister Hammond.  Taylor immediately turns her attention back to
him, only to hear him say.

   "Well Benton, it looks like we are all finished here.  We'll leave
Anthony to finish things up." He says as he stands up.  Then just as he's
turning to leave he says to Anthony, "She's all yours.  Take good care of
her."

   Anthony replies gratefully, "Thank you Sir, I will."

   Then Taylor watches as the two older men exit the room by way of a set
of stairs leaving her alone with her Master.  As soon as they disappeared
from view, Taylor leans back in her chair and sits staring at her hands in
her lap.  She isn't quite sure what is expected of her or what her future
may bring, so she sits and waits for further instructions.

   End of Chapter 1

   There's more to come.









   

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