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depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women. Some of the participants in
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The Plan

Part I

The only unnatural sex act is that which you cannot
perform.   --  Dr. Alfred Kinsey


I was admiring my work; a small room, with a large bed
and a couple chairs with a table. It had a toilet,
sink, and shower that I plumbed in myself. Along one
wall was a large two-way mirror. Above the mirror was
a small hidden camera which could view the room.
Fairly Spartan, it had thick soft carpet on the floors
and the concrete walls were covered with colorful wall
hangings, both to provide warmth and deaden sound. The
lights were recessed into the ceiling and covered with
unbreakable glass. That's where the speakers were
located as well. The door only opened from the outside
or by use of a special magnetic key from the inside.
From the inside, it looked as though there was no way
out.

You see, I built this little hide away in a converted
air raid shelter. I bought the house and wasn't told
that it had an abandoned shelter on the property.
Apparently, the owners before the owners I bought
from, built it. But with the end of the cold war, it
was abandoned and the surrounding forest encroached
and covered the traces. I found it by accident,
tripping over it, while out looking for mushrooms in
the forest. 

It took me a while to get the heavy door open and when
I did it was just bare concrete walls inside. It had
been stripped of all supplies. I built the interior
walls, and put in the air system and the plumbing and
finished the decorating. It was ready now and I knew
just what I wanted to use it for.

Meticulous planning would be required. But I was a
meticulous sort. One only need look at the shelter to
see that. Since I don't know you and how trustworthy
you are, I won't detail my plan. How do I know you
won't try it yourself? But it wasn't difficult. It
just had to be done precisely. The drugs could be
purchased. The van could be rented. The handcuffs
could be purchased. That's all you need to know.

*****

The two girls woke up, groggy from the effects of the
drug. When they got their wits about them, they looked
around their new quarters. I was watching from behind
the mirror. They had no idea I was there and no idea
where they were. Then they noticed they had no
clothes. I could see the fright flood their
countenances. It was a bit funny, watching them scurry
around the room looking for something to wear, and
finding nothing. The shocks were piling up and I could
see the fright turning to panic. That was not what I
wanted. I turned on the music. Soft classical music
started in the player. I slowly turned up the sound
until the two girls heard it. They looked around
trying to locate the sound. 

The music had the desired effect; they quit panicking.
They both sat on the bed and started to cry. I'd let
them have their cry. I went outside, back to my house
and prepared some food. I knew the girls would be
hungry.

I watched the girls from my house using the hidden
camera, which I had cabled to small monitors in
several rooms of my house. I could see and hear what
they were doing at all times. I waited until the girls
had cried themselves out. They were talking with each
other, trying to figure out what had happened and
where they were. Their guess as to what had happened
was remarkably astute. The where, they had no inkling.

I headed back to the shelter. On the wall next to the
mirror was a cabinet door, locked. I put in a
pass-through in the interior wall I constructed behind
the cabinet. I put the food, fried chicken and potato
salad, comfort food for the girls, into the
pass-through along with some cans of Coke, paper
plates and plastic knives and forks. 

I closed and locked the back of the pass-through. I
picked up the microphone and softly announced, "Open
the cabinet." Their heads darted about trying to
locate the voice. They looked at each other, then at
the cabinet.

"Should we?"

"I don't know. I'm scared."

"Me too."

"What could be in there?"

"Maybe clothes."

I laughed to myself. No darlings, there won't be any
clothes. You are too beautiful to cover those fine
little pubescent bodies. But I did need to learn their
names. I couldn't very well address them as the
redhead and the brunette.

The redhead got up and approached the cabinet. I had
unlocked it so it opened easily. She peered inside and
exclaimed, "Chicken. I'm starving." She dug the food
from the cabinet and transferred it to the table. 

The brunette said, "I don't think I'm hungry."

The other sat down and the table and started eating.
"It's good. Hot too."

The brunette joined her after a few minutes. Once she
started eating, she seemed to regain her appetite.
Well and good. I left the girls to their devices,
waiting for them to be in the proper frame of mind.
The light was programmed to turn off at ten and come
back on at seven in the morning. It would be pitch
dark in the shelter except for the dial of the clock.
It gave off enough light, once your eyes adjusted, to
keep from tripping on things. When I built the place,
I had thought it would be complete darkness. But that
can cause undesirable effects. People have gone off
their rockers locked in caves with complete dark. I
didn't want that. Everything had to be controlled to
reach the planned outcome. I could be patient. No one
would know they were here. No one could find them
here. Unlike the others, who were eventually caught, I
had no accomplices to rat me out. Everything was
proceeding according to plan.

*****

I arose at 6:00, prepared my breakfast, and something
for the girls. At seven, I was in the shelter waiting
for the light to come on. In a flash the room was
awash in light. The redhead was curled up on the bed.
She looked so beautiful. I stared at her. The redhead
was perfect. The brunette was behind her on the bed
and I didn't have as good a view of her. She was a
little skinnier than my preference, but it was too
late now to pick a different pair. The perfection of
the redhead made up for any imperfections in the
brunette.

I opened the pass-through and put the food in. The
snick of its closing was enough to rouse the girls.
They looked around, confused. It came to them where
they were. The brunette was first out of bed and to
use the toilet. She looked uncomfortable, peeing where
her friend could watch. But that was the plan. The
shower had no door either. The entire room was open to
view from my vantage point behind the mirror. When the
brunette had finished the redhead peed as well. 

Just as she finished, I spoke, "Breakfast is in the
cabinet." The redhead jumped up and frantically looked
around, afraid someone had just watched her pee, so
vulnerable. But that was part of the plan. They had to
feel vulnerable so that they would eventually need to
rely on me. "Open the cabinet."

This time it was the brunette who opened it. She
carried the food over to the table. The girls looked
around again before finally letting their hunger take
over. They applied themselves to the food. 

I waited, admiring their youthful beauty and thinking
how glorious it would be when I finally took them.
Which one would be first? I daydreamed about the first
time with each girl, my cock growing hard in the
process. I took it out and slowly stroked it watching
the girls eat, imagining it was my cock their lips
were wrapped around. I shot my cum onto the wall below
the mirror and slumped into the chair. I was spent.

I smiled and waited. When the girls were done, I
picked up the mike, "Put the trash in the cabinet."
They looked around. "NOW," I said in a menacing
rumble. They bounced up and gathered the trash from
dinner and breakfast and stuffed it in the cabinet
before closing it and retreating to the bed.

Good, they were in the proper frame of mind, nervous
and unsure. "What is your name?"

"Who are you?" the brunette asked.

I let the silence hang in the air. When they realized
I wasn't going to answer the question they exchanged a
look. "Cassandra," replied the redhead.

"Natalie," said the brunette. She looked a little like
a young Natalie Wood. Cassandra was a perfect name for
the redhead. I liked the names.

"Thank you," I said. "Relax and enjoy your stay."

Natalie, staring at the ceiling, let fly, "You're
going to kill us. How can we relax? We don't have any
clothes."

It would be an interesting experiment to find out
which was more upsetting to the girls, being naked or
being killed. But I had a plan to execute. "You've
been watching too many bad movies. I don't intend to
kill you, and if you behave, you will not be harmed."

"How can we trust you?"

"You don't need to trust me. You simply have to do as
you are told," I said in a soothing voice. "Consider,
do you know who I am?" They both shook their heads.
"Do you know where you are?" They stared, aware of how
little they knew. "Exactly. You pose no danger to me
as long as those two things stay true. I have no need
to harm you. I will be back."

"How did you bring us here? Are you asking for a
ransom?" the brunette cried out. I laughed. If they
only knew it was just their luck. My plan was ready
and they happened to be at the right place at the
wrong time. That, and the beauty of the redhead was
enough. But they had to learn not to question me. I
flipped the lights off including the dial of the
clock. Inside, it was total darkness. I had a gentle
light from the controls in front of me to give me some
reference point. I heard the girls stumbling about.
Finally, a scream. Enough. I slowly brought the lights
up. The girls ran together and clung to each other.

"Remember, I told you must behave."

They said nothing, simply clung to each other on the
bed. Good. I removed the trash and headed back to the
house. I smiled as I walked; things were going
according to plan. I wondered how long it would be.

Originally, I was going to be much more brutal. There
would be no light at night. There was to be no clock
and the lights would come on and go off at irregular
intervals. Meals would be irregular. Destroying a
person's internal clock also destroys their will. But
the side effects were also brutal. I finally decided
on the slower but safer way.

People are so free with their admonitions, calling so
and so a monster. But people don't understand the real
nature of the world. It's like Frankenstein. They call
his construct the monster. But his creature wasn't a
monster. Frankenstein was the monster. His creature
simply wanted to live and be loved. His creation
wanted the good, but Frankenstein, and his fear, made
his creation act in an evil way. So it is with people.
The wrong person is called a monster. 

*****

And so it went for the next week. I was the girls'
only contact outside the room. They were dependent on
these visits for a break from the boredom. I also
supplied all of their essentials for life, food, drink
and supplies. Once, when Natalie was showering, I
showed up unexpectedly. I watched her shower admiring
the slim beauty of my brunette. 

"You look beautiful in the shower, Natalie."

She tried to cover herself, then realized I had been
seeing her naked for several days now. She quickly
rinsed and turned off the water, dripping in the
shower. "Could we please have some towels?"

Cassandra, who had been sitting on the bed, seconded
her, "Yes, please, Sir."

"But you would wear them if I gave you towels."

"No. We promise. Don't we Cassie?" Natalie said to
Cassandra.

"Yes," she said. "We promise. We'll only use them to
dry off. Standing in the shower waiting to dry is a
pain."

"I'll think about it," I said. I got the desired
behavior; they didn't continue to beg. I brought two
towels the next day. The girls were suitably
appreciative, thanking me profusely. I doubt the girls
realized how far they had come, thankful for a simple
towel. I would bet that they whined about the simplest
little inconvenience before. Their parents should be
thankful to me when they get their little darlings
back. The girls will be very appreciative from now on.

After a few days, they started conversations with me.
But I limited them, simply ignoring question on topics
I didn't want them to discuss. If they persisted, the
conversation ended for the day. They soon learned and
obeyed. Twice, Natalie asked for clothing. The first
time, I didn't make another sound until dinner. The
second, Cassandra upbraided her. When Natalie
apologized, I began speaking again. They needed my
voice. My voice was the sound of life and escape to
them, even though they didn't realize it.

****

When they had become suitably dependent on me, I
started the next phase. I came back between breakfast
and lunch when the girls would be rested but also full
of energy. "Good morning," I said. 

"Good morning," they replied expectantly, glad for a
break from the boredom. 

"You are doing very well. It is time to start the
training."

They exchanged a puzzled look. "Training?" Natalie
asked.

I had several books I had purchased in preparation for
this moment, Joy of Sex, Kama Sutra, Picture Book of
Sexual Love, The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women
and others of the same kind. I knew they would be
bored; reading these books would keep them focused on
sex and learning how to please a man. It was part of
the plan. I loaded the books in the cabinet. The girls
looked eager. They had come to associate the sound of
the cabinet opening with pleasure, or at least the end
of boredom.

"Open the cabinet."

Cassandra and Natalie both came over. They opened it
and their eyes lit up when they saw the books. Their
excitement turned to confusion as they perused the
titles.

"These are all about sex," Natalie said.

"Yes. They contain much useful information," I told
them. They looked at each other, understanding what
the books must mean.

"Is this what the training is about?" asked Natalie.

"Indeed," I assured them. "Cassandra, have you ever
made love to a man?" She blushed scarlet and
vigorously shook her head. "How about you, Natalie?"

"No," she answered barely audible.

"Well, let's get started," I said.

Again, confusion flooded their features. "But, there's
no one here."

"You can practice on each other until you get good
enough." I said. 

Confusion was replaced by revulsion. "Ick," hissed
Natalie. "With a girl?"

I had expected this initial reaction. I left the
shelter, the silence heavy for them. I watched them
from the house. They agreed it was disgusting to `do
it' with a girl. But Cassandra was worried. Maybe they
should, she argued. Natalie was adamant. The argument
continued sporadically through lunch. They also
started looking through the books, commenting on
various parts and pointing out some of the
illustrations and pictures to each other. I could tell
they were both excited and scared by the prospect of
doing what was in the books. Like all young people
their age, they wanted with all of their being to
experience the forbidden joys of sex, but it was
forbidden. These two could let their volition be
controlled by me, could experience the joys of sex
without guilt, since they were being `forced.'

Several times, one of the girls would point out
something and ask, with barely suppressed excitement,
"Do you think he'll make us do this?" They understood
perfectly what was going to happen and were already
preparing themselves to cooperate. The plan was
succeeding. I sat, sipping my soup as the time wore
on. Finally, Cassandra noticed that lunch had not
arrived. It was almost two when she took up the
argument again. 

"Look at the time. He didn't bring lunch. What if he
leaves us to starve?" Cassandra pleaded.

"He won't let us starve," Natalie said unconvincingly.

"What if he did? We don't know how to get out of here.
We could starve. When he comes back, say you'll do it.
Please."

I watched Natalie wrestle with herself. In truth, they
had already convinced each other and themselves. They
were excited, but trying to cover it. Then quietly,
"Okay."

Cassandra hugged her, "Thank you, thank you, thank
you."

I hurried to the shelter. The girls were still holding
hands as I arrived. "Are you ready for the first
lesson?"

Cassandra quickly answered, "Yes sir."

"Natalie?" I asked. She nodded looking down. "Natalie,
my sweet." Her head came up to listen to me. "Don't be
downcast. You are about to embark on the most pleasant
journey of all; learning about physical love. Smile
and enjoy." 

"Yes sir," she said, more animated this time.

"Have either of you French kissed a boy?" I asked.
Natalie nodded but Cassandra shook her head no. "Okay.
That is an excellent place to start. Natalie, show
Cassandra how to French kiss, please."

I watched as Natalie struggled with herself. Finally,
her slender body leaned forward and their lips
touched. It was a moment before I saw their lips part
and the real kiss began. Natalie quickly broke the
kiss. "Is that okay, sir?"

"Do you think she knows how to kiss?"

Natalie understood. "More?" she asked.

"Yes, until you both know how to kiss very well. Don't
cheat. Take your time and learn well," I said.

Natalie leaned in again. This time they both parted
lips and started kissing at once. This one was a real
kiss. I could feel the passion building. Soon, they
forgot who they were kissing and were captured by the
pleasure.

"Natalie, put your hand on her tit," I said. She
hesitated but then rested her hand on Cassandra's
breast. "Natalie, I know you touch yourself and you
know what feels good. Do that to Cassandra. Make her
feel good." Natalie's hand started to stroke and
caress Cassandra's tit, tweaking and playing with her
hard nipple. 

Cassandra was making small mewling sounds deep in her
throat from the pleasure. Natalie took the next step
on her own. Her hand moved to the other tit, playing
with it and making its nipple as hard and distended as
the first. 

My cock had swelled in my pants. I unzipped and pulled
my cock free before sitting back in the chair. I
stroked my cock slowly as I watched. I didn't want to
cum too soon. Watching these first time lezzy lovers
could make me pop a nut all too quickly. 

"Lay back on the bed, Cassandra," I instructed.

They broke their kiss and Cassandra moved to the
center of the bed, lying on her back. Her breath was
ragged from the passion surging through her body.
"Continue, Natalie," I said.

Natalie bent down and kissed her again, her hand
seeking out Cassandra's breast. I let them get into it
again before telling Natalie, "Now, kiss and suck on
her nipples." Obediently, Natalie bent her head and
began kissing, licking and sucking on Cassandra's
tits. Cassandra's eyes were closed as her whole being
was caught up in the carnal sensations firing her
body.

I was stroking my cock, the pre-cum dripping from its
tip. I wanted to run into the room and jam my cock in
Cassandra's virgin pussy, or tell Natalie to lap her
pussy juice up. I had to work to control my own
desires and let this develop naturally. Rushing it
could undo all of the work so far. The girls were so
close. "Spread your legs, Cassandra." Natalie looked
up, aware that a boundary was about to be passed, as
Cassandra followed my direction. "Continue, Natalie."
She bent her head and took the nipple in her lips. I
could see wetness on Cassandra's spreading pussy lips.
"Natalie, touch Cassandra between her legs. Touch her
like you touch yourself."

This was a pivotal moment. I held my breath as Natalie
hesitated. But I had an ally. "Please?" begged
Cassandra. It wasn't just me; it was Cassandra asking
as well.

Natalie's hand found Cassandra's mound and began
moving over her pussy. She knew exactly what to do. I
had been right. Natalie must have played with herself
many times. Her hand seemed to move by instinct.
Cassandra was breathing hard and her hips were pushing
up against the pleasure giving hand. Natalie's hand
was a blur over the wet pussy and clit as she sucked
and bit at Cassandra's nipples. Cassandra was mouthing
unintelligible words and moans. My own pace picked up.
I was close. Cassandra's body went rigid, seemed to be
vibrating as she moaned her cum. My cum blasted from
my cock, soaking the wall in front of me as my balls
convulsively emptied themselves. It was one of the
best cums I'd had in years, all brought on by my
captive little darlings. I fell back against the
chair.

When I opened my eyes, Natalie had pulled away from
Cassandra. I could see the confusion etched in her
face. She had just made love to another woman and she
had been into it. She must have enjoyed it as well.
Cassandra opened her eyes, the satiation suffusing her
face. "God," was all she said. I watched Natalie, the
disgust never returned but the uncertainty was there.
We'd see what the next step would need to be.
Cassandra looked pleased.

"Congratulations girls. That was sexy as hell. You
look like you had a good time Cassandra," I said.

"I never felt anything like that before, even when I
did myself," she said.

Natalie fell back on the bed. I'd let the girls
recover before doing anything more. It was a
successful first step.

So many of our neighbors are stuck in their
conventional viewpoints. They don't understand the
real nature of passion and pleasure. I was opening a
whole world to my girls. I was going to create women
who could enjoy pleasure, sexual pleasure in all of
its majesty. I would be the person to reap the
benefits of this training. I could hardly wait for
them to be ready for my cock.






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