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Subject:      A tale of New Eden: Mindy 1/1
From:         france@france.net (Voltaire)
Date:         1997/02/09
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                               MINDY

                           A Tale of NEW EDEN
                             by Brother James

Ellen Woods pushed back her chair and ran her fingers through her long
blonde hair. Ellen was 24,
a real beauty. She worked out regularly and her hard body was the
proof. Her long, dancer's legs
and firm tits drew appreciative stares from the men in her office. But
this evening she wasn't feeling
glamorous. She was feeling frustrated and angry.

She'd been a social worker for four years. She'd never encountered a
case like this. For the
umpteenth time, she skimmed the report:

"The child was found wandering through the countryside outside
Hillboro. She appears to be about
nine years of age, blonde, blue eyes. When found, she was wearing only
nylon underpants and a
short half-slip. She was brought to the local police station. Subject
refused all attempts to cover her,
rejecting blankets, coats, and articles of ordinary clothing which
were offered. She reacted in
apparent horror to these items, fighting with fury whenever attempts
were made to cover her; finally
the officers ceased attempts to clothe her.

"Her name, evidently, is 'Mindy'. She either does not have, or does
not know, her last name. She
can neither read nor write, and seems to be completely ignorant of
arithmetic.

"Mindy was discovered by Officer Malcolm Warren, who observed the
child while on patrol. He
reports that when he approached her, she fell to her knees and begged
him to return her to her
'master'. Officer Warren reports that the child followed him
willingly, silently obeying any instructions
he offered. This is all the more remarkable in that it appears that
Mindy has never before seen a
police officer, and seems not to know their function. It has become
evident that the child will obey
any male who speaks to her. She ignores females, treating them as if
they do not exist, or,
occasionally, with a kind of prim disgust.

"Dr. Herbert Silver was asked to examine Mindy. He reports that she is
in excellent health, in
superb physical condition. He suspects that she has been trained as a
dancer or gymnast. Dr. Silver
reports that there is a small tatoo on the child's left buttock. The
tatoo contains a logo of some sort,
and a block of text. The text reads:

Mindy, S/N 001923
DOB: 7/9/83
L-5-C-3-D-2
O:2 M:1 CO:+
B.N.E. 1391271

"The first line appears to contain a 'serial number' of some sort; the
second is evidently Mindy's date
of birth. The meaning of the remaining lines is obscure, and Mindy
cannot or will not reveal their
meaning. Mindy was also wearing a gold ankle bracelet (left ankle);
this bracelet was inscribed with
the same information as the tatoo. There appears to be some sort of
'microdot' embedded in the
anklet; analysis is ongoing on the nature of this artifact. It is
hypothesized that it contains
supplemental data or information relating to Mindy.

"She appeared to believe that every female has a tatoo and ankle
bracelet. Officer Booth
volunteered his daughter (Amy, 10) to demonstrate that not all females
had tatoos or anklets; Mindy
displayed surprise and shock at this evidence, henceforth treating Amy
with contempt, similarly to
the way she had treated the other females she came in contact with.

"When Mindy first met Amy, she ran to her, and asked, 'Who is your
master?'

"Amy replied that she did not have a master.

'Who is HE?' demanded Mindy, indicating Officer Booth.

"'My Daddy,' replied Amy. Mindy appeared not to understand the term,
and indeed appeared
ignorant of the concepts of 'parent' or 'father'.

"Upon further questioning, it became obvious that the child believes
that all female children have
'masters'. She believes herself to be the property of her 'master';
i.e., his slave. She sees nothing
wrong with this, in fact, to Mindy such a condition is normal and
natural. The child has obviously
been the subject of a deliberate and elaborate indoctrination
campaign. It is the opinion of this
investigator that she has been under the control of the person or
persons who conducted this
campaign for most (if not all) of her life. The presence of the tatoo
indicates that there are others,
possibly many others, who have been subjected to the same regime.

"Psychological evaluations revealed that Mindy has a highly abnormal
behavior set. She is slavishly
obedient to any male. Mindy will obey any command that she can
physically perform. The sole
exceptions are when such a command conflicts with an imperative
previously given by her "master".
This is why she will not obey commands to wear conventional clothing.
Beyond this, she appears to
have no inhibitions or moral compunctions; there is literally nothing
that is 'out of bounds' for her.
She will obey a command instantly, without hesitation, unless she is
prevented physically from doing
so.

"If ordered to perform an impossible act, e.g., walking on the
ceiling, she will respond, 'Yes,
Master,' and then ask how to accomplish the task. In other words, she
never refuses a command;
she only requests additional input if the task is beyond her ability.

"Mindy has no sense of body shame, no notion of 'modesty'. She wears
the tiny lingerie items
because her 'Master' has decreed that she do so. She is utterly
comfortable in such clothing, and
sees nothing unusual or improper about it. She appears to have no
concept of 'privacy'; performing
even the most intimate bodily functions without embarassment while
being observed.

"When Officer Warren prepared to go off-duty, the child became
agitated and attempted to cling to
him. Apparently, she had somehow 'bonded' with Officer Warren and
refused to be separated from
him. In view of the child's evident agitation and confusion, it was
decided to allow her to remain with
him until a disposition of her case can be made.

"Officer Warren was uncomfortable with this arrangement. He expressed
dismay at the prospect of
having a 'half naked kid' accompany him home. Finally, after
consultation with his superior officer,
he agreed to the arrangement.

"The following morning, Officer Warren reported on the events that
transpired during the night.
Below is a condensed transcript of his report:

'The kid was all over me, wouldn't leave me alone. She crawled into my
lap and tried to kiss
me--I'm talking a wet kiss here. Since the missus died, I haven't had
a woman...geez, I started to
get turned on by the kid! So I tried to make her quit. She did, for a
while, but looked so sad and
miserable. "What's the matter?" I asked her. "You don't like me. You
won't let me serve!" "I like
you," I told her. "Then why won't you let me give you pleasure? It's
what I'm FOR!" "Not here," I
told her. "Look, why don't you go to sleep?"

'And just like that, she fell asleep. In a wink. It wasn't natural. I
got scared and said, "Wake up!"
and bingo--she's awake. I think it wasn't a normal sleep--more like
hypnotism. Somebody's really
done a number on the kid's head.

'Anyway, when I turned in, before I know it, she's in bed with me!
Won't sleep anywhere else, she
says. I tried ordering her to go to the guest bedroom; she did but I
could hear her crying. Finally I
relented and she slept with me. Christ. This pretty little
girl--dressed only in those silky undies--with
her butt pressed up against me.

'I admit it: I got turned on. But I didn't do nothing, at least not
then.

'I finally dozed off. When I woke up, it was still dark. I felt
something. I turned on the light, and
there she was, sucking on my, er, organ. With a happy smile on her
face. She'd got me hard while I
slept, and then went right at it. When she saw I was awake, she smiled
up at me and asked, "Does
this give you pleasure, My Lord?"

'Look, I'm not your "lord"', I told her. I made her stop what she was
doing. Believe me--it wasn't
easy! The kid is GOOD at "giving pleasure".

'Anyhow, you gotta find something else to do with her. I can't have
her around. I ain't no pervert,
but if she stays with me, I'll turn into one, just as sure as I'm
sittin' here.'

No disciplinary action was taken against Officer Warren, given the
extraordinary situation he found
himself in.

"Further examination has confirmed Officer Warren's observation
regarding the child's susceptibility
to hypnosis. She enters a deep hypnotic trance upon the merest
suggestion that she sleep. While in
the trance, she is deeply suggestible. Mr. Peter Klein, a professional
hypnotist, examined her, and
stated that she is the best hypnotic subject he has ever encountered.
'If I hadn't seen her, I'd have
sworn that such suggestibility was impossible,' he remarked. 'She is
almost impossibly pliable; every
aspect of her personality, belief system, and behavior are open to
alteration while she is in the
trance. I'd love to meet the operator who achieved this.' Mr. Klein
has requested permission to
write a paper for his professional society on Mindy's case; his
request is currently under executive
review."

Ellen sighed. She'd been over this again and again. She'd even tried
to talk to Mindy, to find out
who she was, who had done this to her. Mindy had refused all of her
attempts, until one of the male
cops 'ordered' her to answer Ellen's questions.

"Hello, Mindy, my name is Ellen Woods. I'm here to help you."

"Go away. You're bad."

"Why do you say that?"

"You're a female--but you don't have a tatoo or bracelet. You don't
belong."

"Belong?"

"To a Master. Every female belongs to a Master. You don't--so you're
bad. I mustn't talk to you."

"Not every girl belongs to a Master, Mindy. Girls should be free, not
under the control of a 'master'.

"I'm not a girl," proclaimed the child with pride.

"What? Then what are you?"

"I'm a CuddleBunny. We're better than girls." The way she said it, you
could almost hear the capital
letters in the name. Ellen crazily thought that there ought to be a
"(tm)" symbol after the word.

"Uh, what's a CuddleBunny?"

"CuddleBunnies are what girls become if they are special. Like a
caterpillar turning into a butterfly."

"Were you ever a girl, Mindy?"

"No! I was born a CuddleBunny." Again with pride in her voice.

"What do CuddleBunnies do?"

"They serve their Master. They give pleasure and make the Master
happy. They obey their Master.
Good little CuddleBunnies think only of their Master's needs and
happiness," she responded. Ellen
got the idea it was a set speech, like a catechism response.

"Mindy, I want to try to find out what's happened to you, who, uh,
helped you to become a
CuddleBunny. Can you tell me?"

"Master made me a CuddleBunny," replied the girl, as if stating the
obvious to a retarded person.

"But you said you were born a CuddleBunny," Ellen reminded her.

"Uh huh. But every CuddleBunny needs to be...trained," the child
answered.

"What sort of training, Mindy?"

Mindy gave her a look of exasperation. "You wouldn't
understand--you're just a GIRL." As if trying
to explain logic to an ape, she added: "If you COULD understand--you'd
BE a CuddleBunny!"

"OK, Mindy. Look, just tell me where you lived--before they trained
you to be a CuddleBunny."

"I didn't live anywhere. I was born in Master's harem."

"Where is your Master's harem?"

"In Heaven."

"I see. And where is that?"

"Heaven. I don't know. It just IS."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't remember. Please--I'm tired. I need my Master. Please, let me
go to him--I must..."

She either knew nothing, or wasn't telling what she knew. Damn!
Someone had brainwashed this
beautiful little girl, turning her into a true sex object. Someone had
taken her life from her, molding
her into a tool of pleasure. Ellen was furious when she thought about
it.

The worst part of the report was the last. She read it again, nearly
moved to tears.

"Due to the unfortunate outcome of allowing the child to stay with
Officer Warren, it was decided to
transfer her to Holly Hill home, a temporary residence for abused
children. Mindy was transferred
to Holly Hill without incident.

"Once there, she was placed in a single room. She still refused to
wear any clothing other than
revealing underwear; several pairs of these items had been purchased
for her, in order to allow her
to have clean clothing (such as it was) to wear.

"Mindy failed to adjust to the Holly Hill environment. She refused to
obey the females on the staff,
and would allow only males to control her. She socialized with the
other girls who were resident
only long enough to confirm that they did not have anklets or tatoos;
once she'd determined this, she
refused to have anything to do with them.

"Mindy apparently began seducing the boys residing on her corridor
almost immediately upon
arriving. The older boys enthusiastically cooperated with Mindy until
the activity was discovered.
Even some of the younger boys joined in. Although no details are
available, it is believed that Mindy
initiated sex or sex play with over 20 male children, aged from seven
to fourteen.

"After this, Mindy was isolated from other children. Unfortunately,
she then turned her attention to
the male staff. Our investigation has conclusively shown that Mindy
was able to seduce each and
every male member of the staff with whom she had contact; none of them
proved able to resist her
considerable charms. Note that this is a NINE-YEAR-OLD GIRL; we belive
that her powerful
sexual magnetism has been caused, or at least enhanced, by the mental
and sexual training she has
received.

"Due to this sequence of events, a special protocol has been developed
to deal with Mindy. She is
never allowed to be alone with any male. A female staffer is always
present. So far, this
arrangement has sufficed to preserve decorum at Holly Hill. How much
longer it will work is a
matter of controversy."

Ellen closed the file and walked wearily from the office. When she
reached her car in the parking
lot, she was shocked to find Mindy waiting for her! The child, still
dressed in silky panties, was
leaning against her car, smiling.

"Mindy! What are you doing here?! How did you get out of Holly Hill?!"

Mindy smiled. Ellen thought she looked even less like a little girl
when she smiled like that.

"Well, I'll just have to take you back," she began, reaching for her
keys. Suddenly she felt a stinging
sensation on the side of her neck. Ellen slid to the ground,
unconcious.

"Oh, Master, how clever!" bubbled Mindy.

Her Master loaded Ellen into his waiting car. Mindy got in, cuddling
close to him. They drove off.

Ellen awoke slowly. She tried to sit up, look around. She couldn't:
she was strapped down to a
table. All she could see was the ceiling, a standard acoustic tile
one. By turning her head, she could
see that she was in some sort of medical facility.

"Ah, you're awake at last. I'm afraid I used a rather heavy dose; I
wanted to be sure you didn't
resist."

"Who are you?!? How dare you abduct me?! Let me up!"

"In due course. But first, I need to tell you where you are. You are
on the Island of New Eden; a
guest of the Brotherhood. There are thousands of females here, but you
are unique. We call such
ones as yourself 'feral', meaning undomesticated. You are the only
free mind on the island, aside
from those of the Brotherhood.

"You have been singularly honored. We have never brought a female here
at such an advanced age.
It has been decided to give you a brief tour of the facilities.
However, due to your wild state, we
have had to take precautions."

Ellen heard a -click- and suddenly she was free. She stood and looked
around. There was no-one
in the room with her.

"Please step over to the mirror," said the voice.

She did. In the mirror, she saw herself: nearly naked, wearing only a
pair of silky nylon panties and a
pair of panty-hose. Her breasts were bare. Despite her predicament,
she thought to herself: not bad.
Then she noticed something else. Around her neck was a thick collar, a
pink tube about 1/2 inch in
diameter. She reached up to it. A few moments convinced her it could
not be removed.

"The collar is a control device," the voice told her. "If you fail to
obey an order, or behave
unacceptably, you will be punished. Here is the first level of
punishment."

And just like that, with no warning, Ellen was screaming in agony. She
felt as if her breasts were
being crushed in a huge, merciless vice. And, between her legs, a
terrible _frying_ sensation, as of
delicate tissues being cooked from the inside out...

Ellen howled. She fell to her knees in pain. And then the pain
vanished, as if it had never been. She
lay there, curled up, trying to catch her breath. While she panted,
the voice continued:

"No actual harm has been done. The collar stimulates the brain; fools
it into 'believing' that certain
...things... are being done to your body. What you just felt was the
mildest level of punishment.
There are nine higher levels. Please do not force us to demonstrate
their effect."

Ellen grunted. She knew she'd do anything to avoid feeling that awful
pain again.

"Stand up and come through the door to your left."

She did.

There, waiting for her, was a homely man of about 45. He wore only a
loose robe. Mindy stood by
his side, smiling serenely. She was dressed in a tiny baby-doll
nightie, of some translucent material;
the matching panties were clearly visible through the fabric of the
nightie. Her "Master" had his arm
around her, his hand on her hip; she clung to him.

"I am Master Jeremy," he said to Ellen. "You've already met Mindy.
She's one of my favorite
slaves."

"You sick bastard! I'll see you rot in...AhhHHHH!" Ellen crumpled to
the floor in pain.

"Please, keep a civil tongue in your head. We don't want any bad
examples for the children. If you
persist in using abusive language, you will receive punishment. Now
stand up."

Ellen did. She glared at "Master Jeremy" but kept silent. She'd do
what she could to avoid the pain,
but vowed to watch for any chance to escape or strike back.

"All right. Please follow us." He turned and strode from the room, his
arm still around Mindy. Ellen
noted with disgust that his palm was now firmly planted on her tiny
ass.

The three walked down a corridor. It was softly lighted, with plush
carpeting and muted colors.
Several young girls, dressed like Mindy, passed by. When they saw
Jeremy, they curtseyed, lifting
the hem of their tiny slips or nighties to their waist, and lowered
their eyes demurely.

"They are trained to show proper respect for a Master," he remarked to
Ellen. "Although I do not
own any of these girls, they must still bend the knee for me...Ah,
here we are."

He opened a door. "This is dance class. All of our girls undergo a
strenuous program of physical
conditioning, with an emphasis on grace and stamina."

Inside, a teenage girl, a breathtaking beauty, led a class of twelve
younger girls in dance exercises.
All of them, the instructor included, wore only tiny nylon bikini
panties. As soon as Jeremy and his
companions entered, all of the girls turned to face them, and all
knelt in submission.

"They're trained to keel for their Master," Jeremey remarked. "Right
now, that's me. They will also
kneel for any man. And the mere sight of a penis will send them into
total submission. They literally
worship the male organ; it is the only religion they know." He said
loudly, "Girls, you may carry on
your lesson as though we were not here." They immediately continued
where they'd left off.

Jeremy let them watch the dance class for a few moments, then turned
and left the room.

"Let's see...Ah, the next class should prove most interesting," he
grinned.

The next class was indeed an amazing sight. Another teenager, a lovely
asian girl dressed again in
the skimpiest of lingerie, faced a class of young girls, all wearing
nothing but panties. The girls sat in
normal classroom seats. Each held something. Ellen was shocked to
realize that what the girls were
holding were plastic dildoes, artificial penises. "Each girl has one
which is a model of her master's
penis," Jeremy remarked. "Now watch."

"Girls, watch me. This is technique number seven." The asian lovely
wrapped her lips around her
own model cock and began giving head. A powerful suction was evident
in her cheeks. As her head
moved up and down on the plastic organ, the little girls imitated her
motions, each on her own
model penis.

"We use post-hypnotic suggestions to suppress their gag reflexes--
whenever they have a cock in
their mouths," Jeremy told her. "They can take cock right down their
throats, even the youngest."

Jeremy noted Ellen's look of disgust and shock. He grinned, and said,
"Watch this."

He walked to the front of the class. The asian girl immediately
stopped her 'lesson'. She knelt in
submission to Jeremy. "How may I serve you, Lord?" she whispered.

"Lisa, I'd like to sample one of your girls. Please select your best
student to serve me."

"Yes, Lord," she responded. "Janet is probably the most advanced."
Turning to the class, she called
for Janet to come to the front of the class. A beautiful little
ten-year-old, with long brown hair and
long legs, ran to them, kneeling before Jeremy.

"Janet, please give oral pleasure to Master Jeremy," instructed Lisa.

"Yes, Ma'am," little Janet responded, and in moments had Jeremy's robe
open and his cock in her
sweet little mouth. As the child licked and sucked, the other girls
looked on, in rapt attention.
Several were frankly jealous of Janet. As Janet continued her oral
service, Lisa commented to the
class. "See how she uses her tongue, class," she said. "Now watch how
she makes her lips
tight--like a rubber band--mmmm, that's nice, Janet..."

In a few minutes, Jeremy was ready to cum. He pumped his load down
little Janet's throat, but a
good bit of it ended up on her face and hands. To Ellen's amazement,
Lisa had the rest of the class
line up and lick up his sperm from Janet, one by one. When they were
done, and Janet was clean of
his jism, they all curtseyed, and thanked him for honoring them with
sperm.

Ellen wanted to throw up, but knew she mustn't. She had no desire to
feel the lash of the pain collar
again.

Jeremy led her and Mindy to yet another door.

"Study hall. This is the heart of our program. I'm sure you'll find it
edifying."

He led Ellen into another large room. In the softly lit room, little
girls, dressed in the 'uniform' of tiny
nylon panties, lay on soft couches. Their eyes were glazed, but each
girl was watching her own
personal video screen. On each girl's head were headphones which were
plugged into the video
screens.

"They've been given a powerful drug. While they are under its
influence, their minds are completely
open...plastic. We can literally re-program their thoughts, beliefs,
emotions. Everything. The drug
works with only a single dose--but we've found that repetition and
time yields
more--enthusiastic--and perfect obedience. They are programmed like
this every single day. The
programming literally remakes them into eager sex slaves, ready to
obey any command of their
master. When they leave this room, they literally cannot disobey--or
even think of disobeying."

"This drug, where did you get it?"

"My own discovery," Jeremy said with some pride. He explained that he
had once been a
psychopharmacologist, working for a government agency so secret it had
no name. "I was working
on this drug--which was intended for interrogation, for 'turning'
spies, and for exposing traitors,
when I had a breakthrough. I decided it was too dangerous for the
government to have--and the
possibilities were too enticing for me to destroy it. I used it on my
superiors, so that they forgot
about the project. They helped me destroy all records of the project,
and I left with the formula.

"I've continued to improve the drug, and it is now many times more
potent and powerful than the
original. I've never found anyone who could resist its repeated
application. Young girls are
especially receptive, as you've seen with Mindy.

"I used the drug to seek out other men with my--preferences--in sexual
companions. We banded
together, formed the Brotherhood. This island is the result of years
of effort. Here we have created
a Paradise on earth. We have hundreds of girls, from infants to nearly
your age, undergoing
continuous training. Already we have many in the second, even the
third, generation, who have
known no life other than the one we've decreed for them. Mindy is a
second-generation 'Bunny; her
mother was one of the first to undergo training."

"My God..."

"We also train them as domestic servants and cooks. Our Brothers need
females who are fully
capable of keeping house and cooking for them; we think their cooking
skills are excellent. They
WANT to serve continually, and are only happy when serving their
Master. It does not matter to
them WHAT they are doing; only the obedience is important."

He smiled at Ellen. "Take a look at Mindy."

The child was slumped against him, obviously asleep.

"Merely being in this room has triggered the trance state," he told
Ellen. "Can you imagine how
suggestible she has become?" To Mindy, he said, "Mindy, wake up!" The
child instantly regained
conciousness.

He led them from the room. "One more stop on our little tour," he told
Ellen.

He led them a long way, through corridors like the first she'd seen.
At last, they entered a huge
room. Beds and large pillows were scattered around the room. There
were numerous video
screens. And, lounging in the room, were at least two dozen girls,
dressed like Mindy. Ellen guessed
their ages ranged from five to sixteen or seventeen. Some were
watching the video screens. Ellen
saw what was being displayed on the video screens and turned away. She
thought she couldn't be
shocked or disgusted anymore after what she'd seen here; she was
wrong. On the videos were
tapes of Jeremy 'enjoying' his CuddleBunnies. He used them vigorously,
even the youngest. Ellen
thought she'd lose control and throw up; only the thought of the
collar prevented it. She looked
around, trying to erase the images from her mind. She saw other girls
who were chatting dreamily;
still others were trying on various pretty lingerie outfits and
modeling them for each other. Ellen saw
one or two "practising" on plastic dildoes like the ones she'd seen
earlier.

"This is my own harem," Jeremy told her. "I believe it's the finest on
New Eden. Of course, the other
Brothers feel the same about theirs. We trade girls frequently."

As he spoke, one of the girls noticed him. "The Master!" she squealed,
and soon, every single girl
had run to him. They knelt before him, crowded together, a riot of
pink, blue, and white pastel nylon
and flesh. In unison, they said, "How may we serve you, Lord?"

"Return to what you were doing, girls," Jeremy said, indulgently.
Slowly, they did.

"Well. That's the short tour. What do you think?"

"If I tell you, you'll torture me with this thing," she said, touching
the collar.

"I give you permission--this once--to speak freely."

"It is sick. Disgusting. Horrible. Evil. I can't find words to express
how I loathe you and your
'paradise'. You are a monster. I'll kill you if I can."

"Hmmm. About what I expected." He sat on an unused cushion; Mindy
joined him, eagerly cuddling
with him. He indicated a nearby cushion for Ellen. She sat.

"As you might expect, I disagree with your assessment. We have created
an ideal environment here.
Here, females fulfil their purpose, which is giving pleasure to males.
Out in the 'real world', you
females have used your bodies--and the pleasure they can give--to
control and dominate men. We
have devised a way to reverse the situation. It was bound to happen
sooner or later, one way or
another. Your side--your sex--has held the upper hand for centuries.
It is time for the pendulum to
swing the other way."

Ellen had to admit that, in a warped way, he was right about the
situation in the 'real world'. Women
HAD used their charms to get what they wanted from men since the
beginning. And it was true that
men 'paid' for sex, in one way or another, nearly every time.
Sometimes the 'fee' was dinner and a
movie; sometimes a diamond ring; sometimes a lifetime of monogamy.

"Our girls are obedient, as befits their status as slaves. They are
happy; their sense of self-worth
depends on giving pleasure and service. Their bodies are finely tuned
instruments of delight; their
minds are empty of everything that might interfere with their
function. We have learned that females
must be POWERLESS, for your innate power to dominate men through our
need for sex is too
great. If females are granted even a minimal amount of power, of
self-direction, the result will
inevitably be as it is outside: domination of males.

"If you ask them, they will tell you they love their lives; they are
absoulutely sincere. They live to
serve us; we care for them as loving fathers. Their flesh serves our
flesh, as it was meant to do from
the beginning of time. And we are satisfied, probably the first
completely satisfied males since the
human race began.

"Service, pleasure, obedience, joy. That is what our 'Bunnies lives
are about, and we offer no
apologies for what we have created here. But enough. I don't plan to
try to sway you to seeing
things our way. Any questions?"

"But why children? It's...sick..."

"Why not? Once we decided to correct the power balance, it was obvious
that age was irrelevant.
And children are so easy to train and program. Our dream is to
eliminate the collars and drugs.
Once enough girls have grown up here, knowing only the New Eden
culture, they will mature as
'natural' CuddleBunnies. We strive to achieve that goal. Also, many of
our members prefer young
girls. You would be surprised at how many 'normal' men would become
eager child-molesters if
they could. We are not bound by your female-dictated 'morality'. We
are the rulers here."

"Why did you bring me here? Will you release me?"

"Mindy described you when I recovered her. Her...little
adventure...was most unfortunate. But she
was enthusiastic about YOU. So, given the opportunity, I 'collected'
you. One fewer witness, one
fewer person who saw Mindy and spoke to her.

"As to releasing you; sorry. You really are quite lovely. You'll make
a wonderful servant, I'm sure.

"Never! If you think you can control me like you have these LITTLE
GIRLS, you'd better think
again! I'll die before I'll submit to the likes of YOU," she raged.

"Now, now. Don't forget the collar you wear. It cannot be removed. If
you were to actually
succeed in breaking it, you would die, slowly and horribly. And," he
smiled apologetically, "it has
one other feature we haven't had time to acquaint you with..."

"Ahhhhhuhh.......ooooohhhhhhhhh........." Suddenly, Ellen was coming.
Powerful, multiple orgasms
wracked her body. Her muscles jerked and spasmed; she flopped around
on the cushion like a fish.
She was dimly aware of Mindy's laughter; somewhere, far away, other
girls were giggling and
clapping. So intense were the orgasms that she forgot everything, and
gave herself to the sensations.
Her body quivered and strained to overpowering waves of pure pleasure.
Suddenly it ceased.

"A bit more of that would have damaged your brain," he told her. "A
bit more than that, and you
would have died, although it would have been a very nice way to die.
Did you like it?"

"I....I...."

"Yes. It is powerfully addictive, as well. If I choose, I can make you
a drooling addict, living only for
the next pulse from the collar. Pain and Pleasure, Ms. Woods. You
cannot resist them. With
them--and the drugs--we shall train you. You will never be as sweet
and natural a 'Bunny as Mindy,
here. She has had the benefit of a lifetime under our gentle but firm
influence. But you will do, very
nicely, I think. Look at your ankle," he commanded her.

She looked down. There, un-noticed until now, was a golden bracelet, a
twin to the one on Mindy's
ankle. She gasped.

"The tatoo is there, as well," he chuckled. Mindy giggled. "Now you
can join us and be a
CuddleBunny, just like me," she told Ellen, her voice full of joy and
anticipation.

"When we are finished with you, when your training is complete and
your responses are perfect, I
shall return you to the outside world, to act as one of our agents. A
social worker with access to
children will be quite useful to us. But first, you have much to
learn..."

"So much to learn," echoed Mindy, happily. "So very much to learn..."

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