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This story is a part of the continually progressing and expanding realm, known as "Conservatory".


Dickus Bigus

 -- == The Realm of Conservatory == -- 

* A conservatory is a school dedicated to teaching the art of music including playing of musical instruments, musical composition, musicianship and music theory. See: music school.

* A conservatory is also another name for a large greenhouse where plants are cultivated.
(Wikipedia.org)

"Female body is like a violin. You need to be quite an artist to manage a beautiful melody"
(unknown wiseman)

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Story One - The Letter to Marco


Ishma, June, 12th

Dear Marco!

It is me, your brother Vlad, still in combat against the forces of the government.

I write these few word to you, for a most unexpected thing has happened to me recently. You know what my life is like here, in Gnosia. The guerilla war crawls all over the country and so do we with my small troop, hiding in forests and burned out villages, struggling to beat the shemchick troops of Gizinescu.

This military life is far from being comfortable, far from being safe, far from being sane. Yet recently, here, in the heart of darkness, in the well of all suffering I have found a man who managed to overcome the darkness and create a oasis of peace and tranquility.

Let me start from the very beginning so that you do not get confused. For the last few months we have heard of a new gun dealer, his name was Akuwa, which is supposed to be a Russian word depicting a shark. One needs to be a shark to survive in these here circumstances. By then we did not had any opportunity to make business with him, but the word was good. His equipment was of moderate price and high quality. That's what Tepes told me when we met for the last time before he was caught in a ambush and executed by Gizinescu's troops.

The other day we were coming down to Ishma from our hideout in the mountains over the city. On the way we would usually stop for a few hours in the village of Tizma - the peasant there were friendly and supported our case. Upon leaving the forests, the sentinel reported the was some combat in the village. Indeed, we saw the jeeps bearing Gizinescu's stars and the troops in his uniforms. Some fierce gunfight was taking place among the cottages. We entered and in just a few minutes managed to kill most of the troops and take over their equipment with very little loss on our side.

In the course of action we found the whole village was being slaughtered, but we also encountered a few other fighters. They wore plain, black uniforms without any insignia whatsoever. Their leader was wounded and we delivered any help we could. I could never forget him. He was very tall, muscular but sinewy; he had this special dark spark in his eyes that only people who have seen too much of torment have. I believe this man to be at least partly insane. Surprising thing is there was a young girl, maybe about 15 with them, wearing same kind of combat uniform and totting a mini uzi submachine. All the man asked for was using our radio. Once he did, in just a few minutes a heavily armored combat helicopter appeared out of nowhere and the leader, together with his remaining soldiers and the girl left. All he said before they left was "Thank you for saving our lives. I will pay back."

It was a most strange encounter, but things like that happen during wartime and life has taught me not to ask unnecessary questions. We entered Ishma that day and looted the northern district along with the harbor.

The next week I learned that Tepes was executed and it was unfortunately around the time we started to run out of ammunition. I sent a few people to search for what remained of Tepes' men and they returned to report a man called Akuwa has taken over  the business. I knew that name and demanded a meeting. He agreed to visit me in the forests.

I was deeply surprised to see him arrive personally - it was the very same man we found in the village the other day, together with the girl.

- I'm Vlad Palovnik - I shook his hand.
- I'm Akuwa. And there is no second name to me - he replied - I have heard about you. You've been in these mountains for years. You are a famous figure of sorts.
- Thank you for that. The late Tepes has told me good things about you.
- I am glad indeed. And I am also glad to meet the man who saved my life. Once again, my deepest gratitude.
- It was the right thing to do.

The exchange of courtesies ended with that and we made the business. His prices are indeed good and his armory is impressing. I believe from now on we are going to use Akuwa's services.

After the deal was sealed, he asked me if there was possibility to try and pay back for saving his life and suggested he would gladly invite me to his camp.

- Maybe the word "camp" isn't the best one to describe it... But you can judge yourself, Vlad. Of course, if you agree to accompany me - that's what he said.

I agreed, though I had my doubts and seeing it, he said I can take a few of my guerillas with me if that would make me feel safer. Together, we left and immersed into the forests. It wasn't even half an hour of quick march that we arrived to a clearing where a helicopter waited for us. Exactly the same machine that has arrived to take him from the village.

The flight was brief, just a quarter of an hour. I'm sure we didn't cross the border, nor even left the mountain. When I looked down, I saw something strange. It was a valley among the wild peaks of mountains. We descended and suddenly the view changed. We landed on a vast meadow and there was a building in there.

And what a building it was! Marco, you know I do not exaggerate, but it was something that would impress anyone. It looked as if taken from the suburbs of a Victorian city in the late 19th or early 20th century. It was made of red brick and gray sandstone and it was huge. I suppose ten or so floors. All of it except the ground floor were windows. Thousands of windows. We approached the main entrance. Everything was peaceful and tranquil even. At the door there stood a lonely soldier wearing the same kind of black, plain uniform, bearing no insignia. He saluted Akuwa in a military manner and he returned the salute. Without a word, we entered and our host lead us to the lift.

- If you could trust me - he said - I'd suggest you men to stay at that level. There is a bar downstairs and they can meet ladies. I would also like them to elave their firearms in the armory. No guns are allowed in the Conservatory. You can keep your blades, however. My treat, gentleman.
Conservatory. That's the first time I heard the name.

- Is that some kind of music school? - I asked him, while my men left.
- Yes, it is a school. But we do not teach music here. Oh, well, we do, but not only. This word also means a "greenhouse" and it indeed is a greenhouse, where we cultivate, but not plants. You will learn everything soon. For today, you are my guest and you are entitled to any pleasure that could possible be obtained here.

We got out of the elevator on the top floor apparently. Once we left, a group of girls approached. They were of various ages, I believe the range was between 5 and 15, with the oldest being the girl I first saw in the village. She had long, black hair tied in a pony tail. She was tall, slim. All of them wore the same kind of black, plain uniform exactly like the soldier in front of the entrance,w ith the exception that they wore mid-thigh skirts instead of trousers. Their blouses seemed to be a bit thinner also and much tighter. Some of the girls had breasts, some of them were to young for that yet. And every single one of them was as cute as a girl can be.

- This is Lena - Akuwa casually introduced the one I knew, while she courtseyed - She is my woman.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Vlad, my name is Rose. If you need any help I am the one here to help you today - I heard a voice behind my back. I turned around. It was a small, nubile red-head. Her complexion was fair and she had some freckles. She looked to be around 10, or maybe 11 the most, bbut already her blouse revealed a set of boobs that not one adult woman could be jealous of. They were real big for such a small girl.
- I believe you like red-heads, don't you, Vlad? - my host asked, as we walked along the corridor. At that very moment I thought one of my men must've added some stropharia to our morning meal and I hallucinated. In the heart of Gnosian mountains, in the heart of darkness in the very heart of a savage war there was the Conservator and those wonderful elvish girls.
- One thing I ask of you is not to touch any of my girls in a sexual context, Vlad - Akuwa continued - This is the Sisterhood of the Chosen and they are only allowed to serve me and nobody else. Instead, you can ask to have any other girl and I have about two hundreds of them here, in the greenhouse - he turned to face me and laughed briefly seeing the expression of utter shock and surprise on my face.
- That's what we do. We cultivate little mistresses here. After you - he opened a door and let me into a room.

It was huge. The room, I mean. There was a pool in the middle of it, where a few more girls were swimming or resting around the banks of it on some easy chairs. They all stood up once their master turned up and all greeted him obediently. He nodded his head and they returned to whatever their tasks were.
There was a table full of food of prime kind and the best alcohols I could think of. It seemed to be like the party at the embassy that we attended years ago, that summer the dreadful war begun, if you can recall it.

- Be my guest and enjoy your life here today. Till the dawn breaks you can ask anything as a reward for turning up at the right time to save my humble life. That's the least I can do for you, Vlad.
- Akuwa... I find myself in lack of words - I replied, trying to be polite. The way he behaved and spoke, it all suggested he at least used to be some kind of aristocrat - I am truly amazed by what you have managed to achieve here. Impressed and delighted to be allowed into this kingdom.
- Toast, then. For the righteous fighter who has the perfect timing! - he brought up a glass.
- What would you like to drink, Mr. Vlad? - the nubile red-head asked.
- And what do you have here, er... - I looked at her.
- Nancy is my name, Mr. And I suggest you start with a nice Rieussec Sauterness, 1990 for a pleasant beginning - she looked at me. I nodded and she filled my glass with the right amount. When was the last time I drunk a good wine? For the past years most of my drinking beverages would be a moonshine we got from the peasants. I sipped and felt a delight.
- Thank you, Nancy - I said - A perfect choice.
- At your service, Mr. Just ask and I am here - she said, stepping back a little.
- I can see you like it, don't you? - Akuwa smiled - Say, Vlad. I believe you are a lover of young girls just like I do, aren't you?
- How... How would you know that? - I was surprised.
- You always keep the young ones for yourselves. And I heard you tread them with some respect instead of letting them be mutilated to death by your soldiers.
- Truly, I do... Though you made it sound like a weakness.
- Compassion is nothing of a weakness. Neither is lust and specific tastes. I believe you would like to have a girl or more to make your time more pleasurable?

All I could do was nod my head. He smiled broadly and clapped his hand. Lena nodded her head and left instantly. She returned a few minutes later, leading a line of girls. Oh, they were lovely, believe me. There were the most luscious, sexy little nymphets one could imagine. All of them wore exactly same uniforms as the girls of the Sisterhood, with the exception of color - these were dark green. They ranged in age from 5 or 6 till about 14 I would say. They all had long hair, nicely tied in pony tails. They were all pretty. I looked at them and couldn't take my eyes off. One by one they all mentioned their names, courtseying and then turning around to let me see them fully. Their skirts were a bit shorter, reaching barely below their cute, firm, round butts. Their legs were slim and shapely. Some of the older ones had nice smaller or bigger breasts, nicely clad by the tight blouses.

- Choose as much of them as you wish - I heard Akuwa's voice. I turned around to look at him. I started in surprise. One of the girls of Sisterhood, a real hottie about 12 years old, petite blonde straddled his lap. She was topless. Her titties were small, perky with pointy nipples, now visibly erect. She moved her bottom slowly, evidently massaging the man's dick.
- Sorry - I mumbled.
- Oh, no problem - he replied casually - Don't be ashamed, it a custom here. These girls are all here just for that. I hope you can have a good use of the ones you choose. You can even be rough with some of them, if you wish. Each one has her special faculty she masters, don't you girls?
All the young ones standing in a neat row in front of me nodded in unison.
- Have this, it'll help you relax - Akuwa offered me a small silver box. I opened it and inside there were couple thick cigarettes made of translucent, brownish paper. I smelt marihuana. I took one and smoked it, letting my emotions loose and my mind free.
I looked at the girls again. There was one particularly nice brunette. She was about 10 I suppose. I pointed my hand at her.
- Thank you, Mr. - she said, coming near - My name is Anka and I could best serve you with my rear door if you fancy this kind of game. I can also do all other kind of things you might wish - she nodded her head.
I chose another one, this time it was a petite blonde. Her skin was a bit darker, it was more than a suntan. Her hair was really long. She had many earring in both her ears and when she spoke I saw the had also her tongue pierced.
- My name is Mila and I am a slut, Mr. I love to be treated like a whore. It's an honor to serve you - she knelt between my legs and reached to my trousers, waning to unzip them. I held her hand in place.
- Whoa, hold your horses for now, baby - I whispered - We'll get to than in time.
I puffed some more to finish my joint and looked at them again. I spotted one redhead, she was probably one of the youngest. She might be about 6. What drew my attention was her huge, dark green eyes and her mouth. She had dark, full lips, more fit for an adult woman than a child. I pictured those lips wrapped around the base of my cock. I nodded at her and she came closer.
- My name is Wachel, Mistew. I am still young and not vewy expewienced, but I will sewve you best I can. Thank you for choosing me.
- I guess you made you choice, Vlad - Akuwa grinned. I looked at him. The girl on his lap was now completely nude and I saw her lift a bit on her knees and reach down, catching a grip of his cock. And man, he did have cock. I have never seen such a monster before. It must've been the effect of marihuana, for it looked to be at least 30 centimeters long. She maneuvered it around her buttocks and finally evidently pushed it up her asshole, slowly descending, impaling herself from behind on that monstrous tool. She sighed heavily once it was all the way it.
Akuwa grinned and cupped her breasts, winking at me.
- You're a good little girl, Zuza - he whispered in her ear - Treat yourself with another spliff and one of the girls, Vlad. Don't be ashamed - he turned back to me - Of course, if you wish some privacy, just ask.
- No, thanks, I like it here - I said, dazed with the drug and even more with all the events that were taking place.
I wanted to answer him but had not time to do so, as I felt some small hand unzip my trousers. I looked down to see Mila kneeling in front of me, nervously searching for my dick. She was overtly excited apparently and judging by the strange, feverish shining in her eyes I decided Akuwa and me wasn't the only ones to intoxicate themselves in this room. Before I even realized it, the iron spring unwound form the confines of my pants and started up, slapping the girl in the face. She laughed mischievously and extended her pink wet tongue, brushing it on the soft underside of my cock. The tiny steel stud her tongue was pierced with scraped against the skin and as she licked around, it hooked under my foreskin, pulling it aside with every movement of her. That felt so good, so different.
Being a soldier, a partisan, I am not used to relaxed, calm atmosphere. My meetings with women are almost exclusively hookers or captives and there is little novelty in it. Mila, the little self-proclaimed slut, was something different. The weed worked it's way through my mind and I admit it was more powerful than the one I was used to. Much more. Soon all the surrounding world started to diminish and very little remained except my mind and my senses. Even my body seemed to be floating over the surface of events, kind of spectral. And senses... Sense were soon confined to the exclusive feeling of that young girls tongue lashing around my member. Her lips closed around it and I felt feverish, wild, unsatiated suction. Her mouth were pressed tightly together, quickly rushing up and the down the whole length of the shaft. I retreated to the realm of fantasy an the only link between my dazed mind and reality was the touch of girlish tongue and the feeling of my finger on her head, tangled in her curls. Her head bobbed in a quick, nervous, regular pace. She took the pole deep, deep inside her throat, swallowing the whole length of it. I barely heard her swishing breath as he breather through her nose.
The tension was building up inside me quickly, especially that the girl turned out to be real trained in what she did. I was gradually preparing to cumming, when everything changed. My dick popped from the girl's throat and for a moment there was nothing around it, the space was void. And the something wrapped it again, sheathed it in wet, hot confines. I looked down and saw "Wachel" kneeling in front of me, grabbing the base of my stick with her fist and carefully, somewhat anxiously swallowing the head of it, sucking it with her childish lips. She wasn't as good as the previous one was, but the very idea of such a little kid sucking me off was so off the wall and so exciting for me I spurted immediately without even giving it a conscious thought. Rachel gagged when the thick, quick wad of sperm hit the insides of her mouth. She jerked her head back but Mila firmly kept the younger girl's head in place, grinding it to my crotch.
- I'm no only a slut, I'm a bitch also - she whispered in a raspy, heavy voice. She breathed heavily and seemed aroused very much.
I spurted and spurted, filling Rachel's small mouth with what seemed to be gallons of cum. It dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she couldn't keep with the pace of swallowing all of that. When I finally finished she looked up at me and it was a total mess. Long streaks of tears run fro her eyes, salt drying on her cheeks. Her lips were smeared with semen and more of it still dribbled down her chin and dripped on the front of her blouse.
- Thank you, mistew - she lisped and more cum dribbled from her mouth. That was a never before seen image for me.
- Thank you, my little girl. You did great and you were so brave to take it all - I stroked her chin with my finger, wiping a tear rolling down it. I felt some twinge inside me. This angel was like a revelation.
The story is long, my dear Marco but I wouldn't like to bother you with the descriptions of all the events. Enough said that Mila's got the tightest ass there is imaginable (or in fact it's unimaginable in her case) and that pierced nipples on a 10yo look freaky, eerie but also amazingly sexy. And there is a justified reason for them to be linked with a small, golden chain.
I'd share some more, my dear brother, but my time is running out tonight as we have a few things to do, a few sentences to execute and a few places to raid. Being a freedom fighter is not an easy task to do. The more I'm glad I managed to befriend with that mysterious Akuwa guy. He seems to be a real powerful figure and I believe my first meeting with the Conservatory girls wasn't my last.
Greet our sister from me and hug everyone. Tell them I'm safe and sound and soon our cause will win and this dreadful war shall come to an end.

Your brother,
Vlad
