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SERVANT TWO-THIRTY-SIX CHAPTER 9
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By Phil E. Hebe

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Chapter 9

There was a message posted on the Club bulletin board:
Effective immediately all servants will be tattooed with their
numbers on the flanks of their buttocks and on their mons.
The Management.

I didn't want Sharon tattooed, not if I was going to take her out of the Club, but I had no idea what to do about it. I did know who would know. That evening I went to the Arena and talked to Dave the friendly drunk. His first question was why was I against it? I couldn't very well tell him because I was planning on spiriting Sharon out of the Club never to return. "I am just thinking that when her time is up in the Club that I expect her to return to normal life."

"Okay, the reason they want to tattoo all the servants is that the markers they use now, while they are advertised as permanent, only last about a week on the skin, so it is both expensive and time consuming to constantly renew the servants numbers. They really couldn't do this before because tattoos were not removable and the contract said all body modifications were reversible. Today they have laser tattoo removal, making the procedure possible while staying within the letter of the contract. If you're really against it, see the Membership Secretary and ask for an exception to policy form. There is no guarantee they will approve it, but it is your only option."

"What gets me is two-thirty-six is looking forward to being tattooed. Is the brainwashing so good that the servants will do anything the Club wants?"

"Their trick is to get the servants addicted to sex. The servants get a high every time they have sex with a member. It's not a sexual high, you know they don't have orgasms, it is a euphoric high. They feel good about themselves for serving the members needs, but that soon wears off and they need, yes it is an actual need, to have sex again to feel that high again. It is as addictive as cocaine."

"I have another question, who are the owners of the Club?" I often wondered that.

He laughed. "Take your pick of rumors. It is the mafia, Italian, Irish, Russian or Japanese. It may even be one of the tong gangs, or possibly the CIA. The Club gets their instructions via e-mail from an anonymous sender. Believe me; the owners' identities are well protected."

From my friendly know-it-all drunk I went to the Membership Secretary and asked for the form. He was not happy giving it to me also questioning me as to why I didn't want Two-thirty-six tattooed. He assured me it would be done painlessly by a professional tattoo artist. I gave him the same answer, but he did not seem impressed. The form was pretty simple to fill out, asking what I needed an exception to and why. I had to remember to list myself as her wheremaster and not her dad. I got the form back within days with a 'denied' rubber stamped across it. At the end of her two week stay she came home tattooed in black ink, four inch numbers on each flank of her buttocks and two inch numbers across her mons. I asked if she knew why the mons since she was never numbered there before. She said some Club members complained that they sometimes missed a servant's number if the servant was seen head on. She told me she was put in a trance by Dr. Franklin before the tattoo and woke up after it was finished. Sharon said it was absolutely painless even afterward.

The problem came up the first time Darlene came over to skinny dip with her. We tried to convince her it was just heavy duty markers from a project at the institute. Darlene told her daddy and the next thing I knew Ed accompanied Darlene the next time she came to swim. He was real upset with me that I let his daughter swim naked. Luckily she never told him that I went swimming naked with them. He was not fooled by the heavy duty marker fib. He knew a tattoo when he saw one. I felt I had no choice but to confide in him.

"Did you ever wonder how I got the Reed addition?" I asked.

"I just figured you heard through word-of-mouth."

"There is a very exclusive and secret club in this town that I joined. Every mover and shaker in this town is a member. The price to join is terribly high, but it got me through the worst of the recession."

"Tell me about it. The bank is listing my house for a short sale. I am barely eking out a living. I would do anything to get back on my feet."

"Don't be too quick to say, 'anything.'"

"It was good enough for you wasn't it?"

I told him mostly everything, Sharon's rigorous training, her mentor and how much he means to her, her duties as a sex servant, and the time that she has to spend at the Club. Maybe I shouldn't have told him about the money she brings home.

"I know Darlene would do it, she would do it for me, and she would do it if Sharon did it. You don't understand: I am on the verge of suicide. Darlene's alternative is foster care. Do you really think that would be better than servitude?"

"I can't answer that for you, but I will tell you there are a lot of days I wish I never heard of the Club or got Sharon involved. Having her tattooed like that is just a minor inconvenience compared to the rest of it. Can you imagine her having sex almost every day that she is on duty?"

"Can you imagine me dead? What does Sharon think about it?"

"That is the most chilling part, she loves it. They are very good at brain washing."

"There you go; I bet Darlene would love it too."

"Go home and think about it. Don't make a rash decision. It is probably one of the biggest steps you will ever take for your daughter's future."

I picked up a nice kitchen remodeling job on North Island. A complete tear down and rebuild from the floor to the ceiling. The owner, a Club member, saw my work on Reed's addition and was impressed. Any thoughts of taking Sharon out of the Club were put on the back burner.

As part of my perk for being Director of Maintenance and Improvements I was offered a suite on the fourth floor at a reduced monthly fee. I think they also wanted me close to the fifth floor renovation which was coming along nicely. Since I could afford it I leased the room. Part of the deal was maid service. Mine was Chinese. Lately, most of the servants were Chinese. From what I heard the Club made a deal with a cartel to provide these girls. Apparently there is an excess of orphaned girls in China. They came cheap, half the price of comparable European girls and they are all cookie cutter alike, eleven-years-old, on the cusp of puberty, and pretty. I am told they are easily trained as they see the work at the Club much preferable to the drudgery they face if they stayed in China. I made an appointment with my maid and found her no different in bed then any other servant.

While at the Club I checked with the secretary to make sure the club offer of extra points still stood if I sponsored a member and his offspring. They sweetened the pot, as sponsor I would have two appointments per month of free sexual access to the servant. The thought of having sex with Darlene really appealed to me.

As soon as I saw Ed I told him about the kitchen remodel. "Any possibility you will use me for the electrical work?"

"I'm afraid not. It's another job I got through the Club and I have to use Club approved electricians."

Two days later Ed came to see me. "Can Darlene and I see Sharon alone for a while?"

"Sure. She is working the Club this week, but will be home Monday."

That Monday they talked to Sharon in my home office when they came out Ed said, "You were right, Sharon loves the Club. We decided we want to sign up."

"Are you sure? Like I said, it is a big step for both of you, but especially Darlene. Are you sure you can live with her having sex with other men?"

"As long as she is happy and it is bringing me jobs we will be fine."

I figured I tried to talk him out of it, maybe not as vehemently as I should have, but it was his decision.

He must have been desperate, he took her out of school on Friday and she was in the Saturday auction. Darlene, as Two-sixty-four V, stood on the dais just like my daughter did over a year ago, except she was a bit overweight and not as busty. She did not get as high of a winning bid as Sharon did. The winner was a mentor known to be just as tough training the servants as Horus.

He invited me to sit in on her training as long as I didn't say a word. She was blindfolded the whole time so she didn't know I was there. It was hard to take. The first week he kept her completely off balance. She was treated to either pain and cruelty or love and affection. She never knew from minute to minute what to expect. She quickly learned that basic human needs like food and sleep had to be earned with cock sucking and ass licking. She spent hours hung by her arms with only her toes touching the ground. When she peed herself she was whipped, but then again she was whipped for a lot of things, things that I thought really weren't that bad. When he let her down she wrapped herself around his legs promising him that she would be good and do everything he wanted if only he wouldn't hang her again. He told her that his treatment of her was strictly up to her, that if he saw complete acceptance of her new life he would go easy on her. She thanked him profusely, telling him she would obey his every wish. By the start of the second week I noticed a change in her attitude, she became very docile, jumping to at his every word. That is when he started telling her if she was sincere, if she really wanted to become a sex servant she would beg him to take her virginity so that she would be accepted into the Club. By Friday she was imploring him to do just that.

Ed did take my advice and not see his daughter while she was being trained and I did not say a word to him about what I saw. I was the first to have sex with her after her mentor took her virginity. I must have reopened the wound to her hymen because she bled with me too. She was blindfolded and I didn't say a thing so I doubt she knew I was the second man to have intercourse with her. There is no foreplay and I could image the horror she must feel to suddenly having a cock thrust into her. It was all part of the training.

I didn't see Darlene again until weeks later when she came over to my house to play with Sharon. Darlene was all smiles, proud to be a sex servant. How all that abuse turns those kids into sex loving servants was beyond me.

It was too late to get Ed included in the Kitchen remodeling, but the owner liked his new kitchen so much that he decided to have me remodel all five of his bathrooms. I had a request for another bid on converting a basement into a home theater; again everything going in would be top-of-the-line. Instead of moving people were improving what they had. I picked up a couple of small jobs outside the Club so I had two crews at two different sites. I could not believe the turn around in six short months. Things were going swimming for me, as they say.

One day when Ed and I were having a beer in the newly reopened Arena on the fifth floor he said, "I hate to be nosey, but I got to ask. Ever since Darlene got back from the training I can't keep my hands and other things off of her. I don't understand why, but I just can't keep away from her when she is home. Did you have the same problem with Sharon?"

"Well Ed, you know you have also been training under hypnosis. Part of that training is to make Darlene sexually irresistible to you. I have the same relationship with Sharon. It really bothered me at first."

"Me too."

"Don't worry after a while you just accept it as part of the norm. It is rumored, and I could never prove it, that we are slipped a very powerful CIA drug that breaks down all inhibitions and makes us accept any suggestions given to us during hypnosis. To tell the truth I believe it, there is no way I would have intercourse with my daughter unless they did do something like that to me.

"I think you are absolutely right."

It was interesting to have all three girls at my house, all tattooed with their numbers both front and back. Ed and I started calling them the tattoo gang. Ed and I also started having sex with each others daughter. It wasn't planned, it just started happening. The next logical step was that they started sleeping over night with each others daddy. It was fun having sex with Darlene. She wasn't as practiced at sex as Sharon and made for an interesting change of pace. One night when Darlene was snuggled in my arms after sex she said, "You were there for my training, weren't you."

"How would you know that?" I asked.

"Your aftershave, it is very distinctive. You were the second one to have sex with me. I loved that it was your cock in my body. You were the only one who cupped and squeezed my breasts while doing it and I was grateful."

I stopped at the Club to check if there were any maintenance problems I should be aware of. There was a note from the Servant Secretary asking for a meeting. That made my heart drop; I hoped Sharon was not in any kind of trouble. I went to his office on the first floor. After the usual exchange of pleasantries he dropped a bomb on me. "We would like Servant Two-thirty-six to be here full time. She is a very popular servant, and as you can well imagine, the desires of our members come first." He outlined the positive significance for me, increase in points and gratuities. I pointed out that if I agreed I would lose my one week a month at home with her. His answer was that I could have her up at my suite anytime she was off duty. It was a possibility that I could live with. He told me he already talked to Mr. Reed and that he would go along with whatever I decided. I told him, "Let me talk to Sharon about it, and come back with an answer as soon as possible."

I talked to Sharon that night. I was not overly thrilled with the idea. I wasn't completely sold on losing my one week a month with her being home. "I want to talk to mom," she said. It was the first time in months, in fact the first time since we joined the Club that she asked. We drove out to the cemetery on the way to Mr. Reed's house. I left her alone at the gravesite, staying far enough away not to intrude, but close enough to keep an eye on her. When she stood up I knew she was done. In the car she said, "Mom said my life is chaotic the way it is, two weeks at the club, one week at Mr. Reed's and one week here. She said sometimes I don't know if I am coming or going or where I am supposed to be. It's true that If I accidentally leave something at the Club that I am supposed to study for school the next day there is no way for me to get it if I am home or at Mr. Reed's house. She told me I should stay at the Club full time." The hard and fast rule was whatever mom told her at the gravesite was gospel, so there it was; my mind was made up for me. Sharon added, "We both know the additional points would be great. And just think, daddy, no more being Mr. Reed's personal pet." The last thing she said was a definite plus as far as I was concerned.

In the end I agreed although I wasn't happy about it, the Club was sucking Sharon in more and more which made getting her out harder and harder. It was especially emotional for the two of us when I drove her to the Club Friday evening knowing she won't be coming home again for I didn't know how long. You would think I was losing her forever the way the tears rolled down my cheeks as I kissed her at the entrance to the Club. I drove home thinking I should never have agreed.

There was great news, or not so great depending how I looked at it. The Butlers signed a contract with me to build their mansion, with nary an argument about price. That would mean hundreds of thousands of dollars in profits as long as I kept on schedule. That would also mean Sharon would have to stay a servant in the club for at least the next eighteen months. I was ecstatic that my dream was coming true until I reminded myself it was at the expense of having my daughter be a sex servant. I tried hard not to think of that aspect.

I spent more time at the Club then I did at home. There was nothing at home anyway except an empty house. As I roamed the halls of the Club I thought to myself, Sharon may be addicted to sex, but I am no better addicted to all these sweet little servants swishing their tail for me, What with Sharon's points income and my new found wealth I could afford to indulge in having sex with one of them at least twice a week. There is nothing like tight pussy on lean, young, hairless bodies. Pussy that didn't need to be wined and dined. Pussy without commitment. Pussy whose one goal was my sexual satisfaction. Black, brown, tan, olive, or freckled, I had no prejudice as far as race went and as far as I knew there was no religious belief among them. All there pussies had the sweet taste of licorice. I loved their breast buds, those little hillocks they develop on their chests. I used to think large was sexually exciting, now I know how wrong I was. Petite was the new sexy.

I left a message for Sharon to come to my suite the next time she was free. After I had sex with her and we were cuddled in bed I mentioned the Butler project.

"So that means we won't be going to California any time soon," she said.

"I thought you were dead set against leaving the Club."

"I am, but I didn't think you would let me get my way if you were set on leaving. I guess I'll tell the Servant Secretary that I could be a Courtesan.

"How can you become a Courtesan you haven't been an Aphrodisian yet."

"He said the demand for me is high enough that he is sure if he puts my name before the committee they would probably vote me in."

"You do realize that if you become a Courtesan you can have copulation with members up to five times a day."

"So?" I had no answer.

Two weeks later it was posted on the bulletin board that Servant Two-thirty-six was promoted to Courtesan. I hardly every saw her after that. She worked from 3:30 PM to midnight and if the last member so desired, for another 500 points he could sleep with her all night. I got off work at 3:30 at the earliest, usually later so, except for weekend, the most I saw of Sharon was when she was being escorted by one of the members in the hallway or common areas. Arm candy, she made damn good arm candy with her alabaster skin and sexy body. She not only learned to swish her tail with the best of them, but when she walked the tail rippled. One would think she was born with it instead of having it shoved up her anus and inflated. It was hard to believe we had joined the Club over a year ago, that she was now thirteen and she had not physically aged one single day since we joined. Her body was still twelve with miniature slope sided volcano cones for breasts with her nipples right at the tip where the caldera would be. Her hairless mons still slid into a pronounced camel toe.

Saturday and Sunday mornings were our time. I was sure to be in my suite at ten AM when she came up. I thought what we did at home was demanding, it was nothing like what she expected from me on the weekends. "Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to have intercourse with thirty men and not have an orgasm?" she asked. "Bed buddies don't even come close to satisfying my desires. I want multiple climaxes over a long period of time. I want a big, fat cock in my vagina. What she didn't mention, but what became clear was that she wanted rough sex, she wanted to be bit and her nether lips slapped. She wanted me to twist and turn and pull on her nipples. She wanted for me to grab an ass cheek and squeeze. I used my fingers and tongue to make her come again and again before finally sliding my cock into her tunnel and banging her hard. By then I was so aroused my cock hurt and I swear to god, looked longer and fatter then I even saw. My orgasm was an explosion and a wild ride on a bucking bronco. Just like the rodeo star, eight seconds felt like forever. Sharon wasn't any better, she would scream so loud when she climaxed that I used a washcloth folded in sixteenths to gag her least the whole fourth floor knew she was coming. The finale, as desert we licked each others genitals clean. By then we were completely spent.

We cuddled. It felt good to have her naked and sweaty body pressed against me. "I love you very, very much," she said. "I love you too," I replied. "I love being a servant. I love fucking all those men." I wished she wouldn't use that word. It wasn't right for a girl of her age. "I love being Two-thirty-six. If they would they could brand me with my numbers, I would love that too. Sir, you made me the happiest person when you joined the club." If she loved the Club so much why couldn't I accept her life and let it be. Why did I have to constantly vacillate? Maybe because I been taught since childhood that you don't make your daughter into a whore.

A couple of months later the Servant Secretary saw me at supper. "I just want you to know Servant Two-thirty-six is the second top point maker in the Club. Last week she had appointments with thirty-three members, only being beaten by Servant Eight-oh-one." I knew she serviced a lot of members, she gave me over five thousand in cash for her bank account and that was only one week's gratuities.

One day it struck me like lightening out of the blue. If they could brainwash the two of us so thoroughly that we couldn't keep our hands off one another, if they could make Sharon love every aspect of the Club, why then, didn't they just put it in my head that the Club was the best thing for Sharon, sex servant and all? I had no immediate answer and pondered it for quite some time.


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