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The New Eden Chronicles  (M+F/f/g/pedo/mc/nc/Mdom)

by:  The Scribe

Part 1:  The Brotherhood of New Eden

The Brotherhood of New Eden takes its name from the organization
described in Jack Chalker's "Soul Rider" Science/Fantasy novels. Its
goals are very similar to those described in Chalker's novels.

Interested men are urged to read Mr. Chalker's novels with an open
mind, paying particular attention to the creed, beliefs, and actions
of the fictional Brotherhood. Mr. Chalker casts the Brotherhood as an
evil group, the "enemy". But we reject this notion, wholeheartedly
embracing the ideas and practices which Chalker calls "wrong".

In short, we of the Brotherhood believe that our society has been
ruined by militant Feminism; that we currently live in a Matriarchy,
and that this is counter to human nature and natural law.

Our brotherhood seeks to reverse this evil trend, to place males and
females in their proper, natural roles. We recognize that this is an
almost impossible task in modern society; hence we focus on beginning
a proper society in a small area apart from the woman- dominated
nations of the world.

The Brotherhood is unashamedly Paternalistic. Its membership is open
only to males who share its values. In a proper society, the male sex
is dominant, and females exist only to serve and give pleasure.
Membership in the Brotherhood is not open to women or girls.

What are the beliefs and tenants of the Brotherhood? They are:

That males are innately superior to females, meant to rule and
dominate all females;
That females are meant for sexual pleasure and service to their
masters, and are in no way equal to men;
That all forms of "feminism", "female equality", "equal rights for
women" are wrong, counter to human nature, and inherently evil.
We believe that the majority of males agree with these ideas, even if
they have been taught to deny their agreement by feminists. Search
your heart and mind, and ask yourself, as a true male, if you do not
really agree with the Brotherhood. Why then, have males allowed women
to gain the upper hand, to gain power over us? Many men are
manipulated by the offering or denial of sexual favors-- they want to
be perceived by women as "sensitive", understanding, forward thinking.
But this attitude has led to the downfall of western society and
placed us into the hands of the feminist/lesbian movement.

The Brotherhood of New Eden seeks a society where females can never
again manipulate men by denial of their sexual needs. By placing women
in their proper role of domestic and sexual servant, men will regain
their own proper place.

How will the Society of New Eden be achieved?

New Eden cannot be achieved quickly--its creation will occupy the
talents and resources of many men over many years. But New Eden is
possible--if the men of the Brotherhood commit themselves to its
achievement.

We forsee a new society, a new start, created to foster correct human
relations, perhaps on a remote island or even a ranch in a remote
area. In this society, men and their female servants would live in
harmony with the natural law. Women would serve and obey their
masters.

Unfortunately, we do not have the "magical" resources of the fictional
Brotherhood. We must build New Eden ourselves. It will take money and
hard work. Men who believe in the creed of the Brotherhood must
contribute to the cause in several ways:

With money. New Eden's establishment will take much money. If an
island is to be the site, it will have to be purchased and stocked
with everything needed to support a new society.
With time. Brothers will need to find other men to join the
Brotherhood, explain its goals and aims, and work on the planning and
creation of New Eden.
With females. New Eden will need many females who have not been
tainted with feminist beliefs. Brothers who have fathered girl
children will be asked to donate them to the New Eden cause. Other
Brothers must adopt young girls and begin indoctrinating them into the
New Eden order. Although this seems cruel and heartless, it is the
only way to reverse the female domination of society. Young girls are
quickly corrupted by older women with feminist beliefs. We must remove
girls from this influence before they are ruined by improper
attitudes--and begin their training in the New Eden way. Both they and
society will be better off for it.

Part II:  WELCOME BROTHER!

Welcome to the Island of New Eden! The Brothers of New Eden hope that
your stay will be a happy and pleasurable one. Please take a moment to
read the following material, which will help to acquaint you with the
rules and conveniences of the Island.

DURATION OF STAY
As you know, your annual membership fee entitles you to a two- week
sabattical here in New Eden. As the end of your stay approaches, you
will be contacted by the Travel Coordinator, who will arrange your
departure. Note: due to heavy demand by Brothers worldwide, only the
most unusual circumstances will warrant an extension of your stay.

SERVICES
While here, you will be provided with the delightful company of our
'Cuddlebunnies'. Each Brother is normally allocated three 'Bunnies,
but more can be supplied, depending upon demand. The Island currently
boasts a stable of three hundred and twelve 'Bunnies, ranging in age
from 5 years to twenty-two. The vast majority are Caucasian and
Oriental. If you have visited here before, you may have a "favorite"
you wish to enjoy again; contact the Bunny Master on extension 2713
for special requests.

The Island is celebrating its 20th year of operation, which means that
we are enjoying the second generation of 'Bunnies. The girls of the
first generation have matured nicely, and now serve as exemplars and
tutors for the younger girls. Of course, their companionship is
available as well. Now that we have achieved the second generation,
the Island relies much more heavily upon societal and psychological
means of training, and no longer must rely on drugs/hypnosis/collars
as heavily as previously. See the section on 'training' below.

Meals are served three times a day. We pride ourselves on our cuisine,
especially since all food is prepared by our older 'Bunnies. You will
find a dining schedule and menu in this package.

The Island maintains an extensive library of video aids, recreation
equipment, and specialty items. Your 'Bunnies will help you make use
of the facilities. The 'Bunnies have complete knowledge of the
available services, and can arrange for snacks, trips to the beach,
and many other things.

RULES OF CONDUCT
In order to preserve the Island and its resources, certain rules of
conduct are necessary. These rules are also necessary to maximize the
pleasure of your fellow Brothers during your stay on the Island. At
any time, the Island is occupied by about two dozen Resident Brothers
(semi-permanent staff) and up to one hundred visiting Brothers. To
minimize friction between Brothers, the following rule must be
absolutely followed:

NO BROTHER MAY USE, MOLEST, COMMAND, OR OTHERWISE INTERFERE WITH ANY
OF THE CUDDLEBUNNIES ASSIGNED TO ANOTHER BROTHER, WITHOUT THE
"OWNER'S" PERMISSION.
Violation of this rule is grounds for IMMEDIATE termination of the
offending Brother's visit. Repeated violations will result in
withdrawl of Visiting Priviledges on a temporary basis. In extreme
cases, violation may be cause for Loss of Membership in the
Brotherhood.

A second, equally important rule is:

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES MAY A BROTHER CAUSE PHYSICAL HARM, UNDUE PAIN,
OR INJURY TO A CUDDLEBUNNY.
We of the Brotherhood pride ourselves on our gentle and loving
husbandry of our 'Bunnies. Our 'Bunnies are a delightful and valuable
resource, and they must not be abused. Abuse of 'Bunnies represents
damage to the common property of all Brothers, and will not be
tolerated. Our code calls for gentle, but firm, mastery of our girls
at all times. See "Discipline" below for additional guidance. As
above, violation of this strict rule may result in termination of a
visit or in loss of Visiting Priviledges or Membership, depending upon
the severity of the violation. Any Brother found to be guilty of the
death of a 'Bunnie will lose his membership immediately.

Please observe the rules with respect to permissible uses of your
'Bunnies:

Any 'Bunnie wearing a "cherry" symbol may NOT be deflowered. No
penetration of underage 'Bunnies is permitted. Contact the Bunny
Master if you wish to have your name added to the waiting list for a
virgin 'Bunny. 'Bunnies are available for First Time service at age 13
or upon onset of menstruation. Note that all Brothers who assume First
Time duties must undergo an instructional course and must agree to be
video-taped for the archives during the session.
Our younger 'Bunnies are of course available for manual or oral
service, and will gladly comply with any sexual service which they are
capable of. Note that 'Bunnies will resist and report any attempt to
violate the "cherry rule".

Many Brothers ask if they can remove one or more 'Bunnies from the
Island for continuing use. This is forbidden, both for reasons of
security, and because our investment in the facility would rapidly be
diminished if removal of 'Bunnies were permitted.
If you grow tired or bored with a 'Bunnie, you may return her to the
Bunny Master in exchange for a different one. Note that exchanges are
subject to current availability and depend on the demand from other
Brothers. Brothers are also free to exchange 'Bunnies bewteen
themselves, as well as to organize informal parties combining several
sets of 'Bunnies. Please report any inter- Brother exchanges to the
Bunny Master.
Please attempt to avoid "playing favorites". Although you may prefer
one 'Bunny to others, remember that all of your 'Bunnies are trained
to do their best to serve and pleasure you. 'Bunnies are programmed to
quickly form an emotional bond with each new master, and they can
easily become "hurt" if a master seems to dislike them. This can
necessitate corrective programming before the 'Bunny can be assigned
to a new Brother. Your 'Bunnies' attachment will be painlessly removed
upon return to the Hutch, and your 'Bunnies will forget you until your
next visit.
YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
The Brothers visiting the Island are entrusted with the care of
several (normally three) Cuddlebunnies. During your stay, you will
find them to be eager and charming playthings, attentive to your
slightest whim and need. In return, Brothers accept responsibility for
the well-being and 'happiness' of their 'Bunnies. You will find your
'Bunnies to be innocent, trusting, and deeply dependent on you. They
have been programmed to ask your permission for nearly every action,
even to go to the bathroom. You should adopt the manner of a loving,
yet strict, Father to your 'Bunnies. Even the older 'Bunnies are
childlike and naive, and will think of you as their Father. Some
Brothers even encourage their 'Bunnies to call them "Daddy".

Your 'Bunnies will normally remain in intimate contact with you for
the duration of your stay. They are trained to stay close to you and
to attend to your every need, including your physical and hygiene.
Your 'Bunnies have no concept of "modesty" or "body shame". They will
eagerly bathe, shave, and brush your teeth. Your 'Bunnies will also
gladly clean your anus after a bowel movement. At first, this may be
disconcerting, but most Brothers eventually find that having their
'Bunnies function as "body slaves" is among the finest and most
gratifying rewards of membership in the Brotherhood.

DRESS CODE
The dress code on the Island is very simple. Brothers are issued loose
robes for casual wear around the facilities. Cuddlebunnies in common
areas must dress according to the strict 'Bunny Dress Code:

'Bunnies must NEVER go naked, unless on the direct command of a
Brother;
'Bunnies must NEVER cover their chests, unless wearing "Baby Doll"
nighties;
'Bunnies must wear nylon or acetate undies; 
'Bunnies must wear panties at a minimum; short half-slips or nighties
are also permitted.
NO OTHER ARTICLES OF DRESS ARE PERMITTED 
'BUNNIES IN COMMON AREAS.
Brothers may choose other items for 'Bunny wear in the privacy of the
Brothers' quarters. Brothers may choose to bring their own special
items of clothing for use by the 'Bunnies.

Note: the dresser in your quarters contain a large quantity of 'Bunny
clothes. Contact the Wardrobe Master (X 3318) if you require
additional 'Bunny outfits, or if the items become soiled or stained.

IDENTIFICATION
All 'Bunnies are identified with an indelible tattoo on the left
buttock. This tattoo contains salient information, including:

NAME 
Serial Number 
Date of Birth 
Date of Initiation 
Note that 'Bunnies have no "last" name; all have only a "given" name
which has been assigned by the Island Staff. They will accept any name
you wish for the duration of their service, however.

Each 'Bunny also wears an ankle bracelet containing more detailed
information. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO REMOVE THE BRACELET. The 'Bunnies are
programmed to resist removal, and will even take violent action to
prevent its removal.

'BUNNY HEALTH
'Bunnies are examined once a month by the Staff Physician. All
'Bunnies are maintained in excellent health and fitness. Please see
that your 'Bunnies receive ample exercise. Contact the Health Master
(X 1818) for information on 'Bunny exercise. In addition to the rigors
of providing service to you, the 'Bunnies must have at least 60
minutes of strenuous exercise per day. One convenient means of
exercising your 'Bunnies is via channel 45 on the video. If you tune
to this channel, your 'Bunnies will immediately begin following the
exercise program carried on this channel. Note that they will
automatically perform a cleaning and hygiene program upon completion
of the exercise program.

If one of your 'Bunnies becomes ill or appears sick, contact the Staff
Physician on extension 4500 immediately!

TRAINING
The 'Bunnies of New Eden undergo a continuous training and instruction
program to ensure their pliability and submissiveness. Our girls are
programmed for obedience and subservience, by experts in behavior and
psychology. Please avoid tampering with the girls' programming. We ask
that Brothers not attempt to impose their own permanent programming.
The girls will accept nearly any 'temporary' instructions which can be
used to modify their behavior and attitude; please refrain from more
permanent instructions. If in doubt, please contact the Training
Master for help in controlling your 'Bunnies.

'Bunnies are required to undergo daily re-inforcement of their
training; your 'Bunnies will tell you when and where they must go for
training. The training sessions last 30 minutes, and we request that
all Brothers scrupulously ensure their 'Bunnies attend. These 30
minutes are a small price we must all pay for our 'Bunnies' delightful
attentiveness. Note: your 'Bunny may seem slightly confused or dazed
immediately after the training session. This is normal, and will pass
quickly. Please report any continuation of confusion or dizziness to
the Bunny Master or Training Master (extension 2004).

A very few of our current stable of 'Bunnies remain under the
discipline of a Training Collar. If you receive a Collared 'Bunny, the
Staff member who delivers her will instruct you in the use of the
Collar and will fully familiarize you with the controls. Briefly, the
Collar is a training and conditioning aid which can deliver measured
levels of both pain and pleasure to the 'Bunny. It acts directly on
the appropriate brain centers, and cannot cause permanent harm to the
'Bunny. 'Bunnies may require Collar discipline for one of the
following reasons:

New 'Bunny, not familiar with required behavior; 
Resistant 'Bunny, for whom less stringent methods have proven
ineffective;
New 'Bunnies are given Collars when they are older than about 7 years
old upon arrival; also 'Bunnies who have been selected for "rapid"
training sometimes receive Collars. We have found that even the most
willful and resistant 'Bunny will yield to Collar discipline within
three weeks at most; few 'Bunnies require longer treatment, and repeat
Collaring is never required.

BUNNY BELIEFS
The Cuddlebunnies of New Eden are given a set of beliefs which forms a
consistent core, almost a religion. Brothers should be at pains not to
contradict this core, which could result in undesired mental states
and/or conflict for the 'Bunnies. In particular, none of the 'Bunnies
can read or write, nor can any of them do even the most elementary
mathematics. It is forbidden to introduce any of these subjects to the
'Bunnies.

Our 'Bunnies believe that the Island of New Eden is the World, and
they have no conception of any other place. The idea of leaving the
Island is meaningless to them, for to them, there simply are no other
places.

The 'Bunnies have been carefully taught that they were created by the
Brothers to serve them, and in fact that the Brothers are gods. Each
'Bunny believes herself to be in Heaven, and her religion requires
devoted service and complete obedience to any male. Please do not do
or say anything which would tend to falsify this belief in the
'Bunnies.

BUNNY BEHAVIOR
All 'Bunnies have been trained to kneel when in the presence of a
Brother. 'Bunnies wearing costumes including a skirt must curtsey and
lift the skirt whenever coming into a Brother's presence. The gaze
must be lowered and the 'Bunny must softly ask, "how may I serve you,
My Lord?"

Please note any failure of any 'Bunny to follow this requirement and
report it at once to the Training Master.

'Bunnies are required to address the Brothers as "Sir", "Lord", or
"Master". You may also select other forms of respectful address for
your assigned 'Bunnies to use.

BUNNY CONTROL
Your 'Bunnies have been subjected to a regimen of deep hypnosis and
conditioning. All have been programmed with several keywords for your
convenience. Note: when employing a key word, in general you should
preface it with the name of the 'Bunny you wish to respond. Use of a
keyword without a name will result in response by all 'Bunnies in the
vicinity.

The available keywords are:

"SLEEP" 
This will cause the 'Bunny to enter a deep, dreamless sleep. The
'Bunny cannot be awakened from this sleep, except by:

A direct command of "WAKE", or "WAKE UP", from the same Brother who
gave the SLEEP command, or;
A command from the Bunny Master or Training Master. 
This command can be used to "store" your 'Bunnies for several hours at
a time. Please avoid "storing" 'Bunnies for over 4-6 hours, and under
no circumstances should 'Bunnies be "stored" for over 24 hours. If you
need to be absent from your 'Bunnies for an extended period, contact
the Bunny Master to arrange a temporary return to the Bunny Hutch.

"TRANCE" 
This will cause the 'Bunny to enter a light hypnotic trance. This
state can be used to give detailed command sequences to your 'Bunnies.
'Bunnies have virtually photographic memory for orders received within
the TRANCE state. Many Brothers also find that a light Trance state
improves 'Bunny performance during sexual activity, especially those
activities which require prolonged repetitive motions or which may
cause some minor discomfort to the 'Bunny. The 'Bunny will remain in
TRANCE state until the ALERT command is given.

DISCIPLINE
In certain very rare circumstances, your Cuddlebunny may resist your
instructions or commands. Resistance or disobedience was once more
common; today, it is quite rare, due to the sophistication of our
training and indoctrination techniques. If you do experience any
resistance or refusal, do not take any action to discipline or correct
your Bunny yourself. Instead, contact the Training Master immediately.
A member of the Training staff is on call at all times to handle
matters of discipline. If your 'Bunny becomes agitated or tries to
leave your quarters without permission, you must immediately subdue
her and contact Training.

All 'Bunnies have been programmed with a key word, which when spoken
aloud by a Brother, will result in immediate unconciousness. This word
is "Lullabye". If necessary, speak this word loudly and with a
commanding tone. All Cuddlebunnies within earshot will immediately
fall into a deep trance. Contact Training immediately. DO NOT ATTEMPT
TO AWAKEN ANY CUDDLEBUNNY YOURSELF. Damage to the Bunny may result.
Note that this key word is only for emergency use; do not employ it
during normal use of your 'Bunnies.

The Training Staff will respond to any request for assistance from a
Brother. They will judge the situation and take corrective action.
Note that this may involve removal of one or more of your 'Bunnies for
remedial training and conditioning. Please try to be understanding in
such situations and cooperate fully with the staff. If 'Bunnies are
removed for training, the Bunny Master will arrange for immediate
replacement of your 'Bunnies.

'BUNNY RECRUITING
We are always eager for new recruits to the 'Bunny population. We
prefer young girls, ideally 4-6 years of age. However, girls of any
age (below 20 years of age) will be considered. The best results are
obtained with the younger children, who can be trained for extended
periods and naturally come to accept the Cuddlebunny way of life.
Older girls may require drugs and Collar discipline, which, although
effective, never quite results in the delightful, loving, and innocent
obedience of a "natural" Cuddlebunny.

We have recently begun using cloning and genetic engineering
techniques, and can now accept tissue samples for cloning. Contact the
Recruiting Master at extension 3732 for details.

If you have a candidate for recruitment in mind, the Recruiting Master
can arrange for pick-up of your candidate. We accept only Oriental or
Caucasian candidates. We operate pick-up agencies in many countries
and can field pick- up groups at short notice. In some cases, the
recommending Brother will be provided with a pick-up kit, which
includes appropriate equipment for ensuring a trouble-free and
untraceable pick-up.

Brothers supplying a Cuddlebunny candidate will be placed first on the
list for her First Time, and will also be able to use her
preferentially when her training has progressed sufficiently. Brothers
who supply their own offspring will be given an additional week of
visitation privileges for each child provided (must meet physical
requirements for Cuddlebunny appearance).

When an older 'Bunny becomes pregnant, all female offspring are
"recycled" into the Cuddlebunny program. Male offspring are
terminated.

Note that the Brotherhood now operates several 'orphanages' and
'adoption agencies' worldwide, which supply the Island with new
'Bunnies on a regular basis.

PART III

THE BROTHERHOOD OF NEW EDEN


"Well, Mr. Smith, at last we are able to welcome you--at least as a
visitor--to our little haven," remarked my host, known to me as 'Ben'.

The Brotherhood had taken six months to check me out; six long months
since I had finally contacted them and paid the non- refundable $5000
fee. They could still reject my application, but so far they had found
nothing in my background to disqualify me. But this visit was as
important for me as for them--they could deny me on the basis of any
poor impression I made.

I didn't know where I was. The "little haven" was a closely- guarded
secret.

I shook his hand. "Glad to finally be here," I told him.

"I'm sure," he smiled. "I recall my own application period."

I looked around. We were in a large, softly-lit foyer. It was clean
and comfortable. There were no other people present, but I had the
feeling I was under scrutiny.

"Please come with me, and I'll show you your room."

We walked down a series of corridors to a suite of rooms of almost
palatial splendour.

Seated on the sofa, evidently asleep, was a seventeen-year-old
oriental girl of striking beauty. She was nude from the waist up, and
her long black hair was glossy and smooth. Her skin was perfect,
glowing; her body showed evidence of just exactly the right amount of
exercise--firm but not muscular. She wore only tiny nylon panties and
a transparent half-slip.

Ben smiled. "This is Min-Mei. She is to be your companion during your
stay here. Like her?"

"You're kidding. She's a living wet dream!"

"Indeed. And as you will see, she is all yours. Watch."

Ben approached the still-sleeping girl. He snapped his fingers, and
said "Min- Mei!" in a firm but gentle tone.

The girl opened her eyes, saw him, and slid off the sofa to her knees.
Head bowed, she almost whispered, "Yes, Lord, how may this flesh
serve?"

Ben turned to me. "She'll stay in that position, waiting for an order,
until I give her one. If I don't, she would die there. Really. And she
doesn't even hear what I'm saying to you; if it is not intended for
her, she tunes it out; as far as she's concerned, nothing is being
said."

He turned his attention back to the kneeling girl. "Min-Mei, stand
up," he ordered, still gentle but firm.

She stood, but kept her head lowered submissively, her eyes demurely
focused on the floor.

"Min-Mei, I have brought a new Master for you," Ben said.

"Yes, Lord."

"Are you ready to serve him?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Good. Min-Mei, you may look up. This is your new Master. His name is
John, but you will always use the proper title when you speak to him.
Understand?"

"Yes, Lord." She looked up at me with soft, doe-like brown eyes.

Ben turned to me. "There's a bit of a ceremony to be performed here.
Come over here, and take her hand."

I did. Her hand was tiny and soft as a dove's wing.

"I now bind you over to your new Master, Min-Mei. You will serve him,
and no other, until he leaves us. You will give him your love,
devotion, and service. You belong to him, and your flesh is his to
use."

Min-Mei mumbled something, and he nodded. "Take her head in your
hands, and kiss her."

I did. When the kiss was over, Min-Mei was transformed. She was
looking at me with a combination of awe, ecstasy, joy, and love. As if
she were seeing God.

"She is yours now; and she will orient only on you, and look to you
for instructions. Other men can still command her--in an emergency, or
if you are absent, but she will never disobey a direct order from you,
or act against your interests, or harm you. You will find that she has
a remarkable--nearly photographic-- memory for your commands and
orders, and her behavior can be adjusted almost infinitely to suit
your taste. You might say that she's the ultimate programmable toy."
He grinned. "She's incapable of lying or withholding anything from
you, and she has no idea what a secret is. She'll answer any question
honestly, if she knows the answer."

I noticed that Min-Mei was now kneeling before me, awaiting my
command.

"There's a downside to all this; she is very dependent, and will ask
permission for everything you don't give her 'standing orders' for.
Even going to the bathroom. Her IQ is normal, but her overall affect,
her emotional/psychic level, is about 6 years old. A little girl in a
big girl's body."

"This is fantastic--how is it accomplished?"

"Min-Mei here is one of our new generation; she was born here, and was
raised from birth as a Cuddlebunny--that's what we call the girls
here. And there is a quite rigorous training regimen, including
classes, indoctrination, drugs, even hypnosis. By the way, she's an
excellent hypnotic subject, and you can put her under with a single
phrase. And when she's under, she is so suggestible that most
professional hypnotists wouldn't believe it. If you tell her that she
is a fish, she would drown herself trying to breathe water."

"Look, I don't want her kneeling here like this..."

"Then tell her what to do. Always try to preface any command meant for
her with her name."

"Min-Mei, go over and sit down on the sofa."

"Yes, Master." She did so.

"The little cermony here was only a temporary binding. If you lived
here as a Brother, she would be bound to you permanently, which is
much more complex."

"In what way?"

"Not at liberty to say, but I'll say that it involves an exchange of
body fluids."

"Hmm.."

"Indeed. Now, as a visitor, you are assigned one companion-- Min-Mei,
here, in your case. Permanent residents have larger harems; my own is
currently 10 girls. Brothers are quite generous with their 'bunnies;
you will find that they are proud of them and will offer them to you
for an evening. Take them up on it-- they'll be insulted if you don't.
So I expect that you'll have 5 or 6 girls each night-- if you want
them.

"Two more things--these girls want to be used, to be commanded and
ordered. They need it. Their entire sense of self-worth is connected
to giving proper service, and they really do not mind. You'll find
that Min-Mei is much happier when she is given little things to
do--even menial things; she has no concept of a 'degrading' or
'humiliating' order or request. As long as she is obeying an order
given her by her Master, she is content and happy. So don't treat her
as some people do servants. Make her work. She needs and wants and
expects it, and will become unhappy if she doesn't get enough.

"Same thing for sex. She'll do anything you ask her to--short of
harming herself or anyone else. She's been thoroughly trained to give
pleasure, and she has absolutely no sense of shame or modesty. Doesn't
even know the words. Let me put it plainly: Min-Mei, like all of the
girls here, was born for sex. It is her purpose, her reason for
living. She knows this, believes it it completely, and finds it normal
and natural. Use her. It is what she is for."

"Um, well, I..."

"One thing that all brothers have promised is never to be embarrassed
or dishonest about our way of living here. We speak plainly and openly
about sex and our use of these girls. We are not ashamed of our
lifestyle; it is the proper way of living."

"I understand. I guess I'll have to leave my society-imposed baggage
behind."

"Exactly. Well, I expect you will want to get settled. Have Min- Mei
take care of the unpacking; I'll see you in a couple hours for dinner.
By the way, there's a dresser in the bedroom which is full of little
outfits in her size. We have a strict dress code; Min-Mei can tell you
everything about it. And anyway, she literally cannot disobey it.
Enjoy her."

With this, he left, and I was alone with Min-Mei.

She sat on the sofa, head and eyes lowered submissively. I noticed
that, unlike girls "in the world", she made no attempt to cover her
breasts or keep her knees together. She sat, naturally poised, ready
to hear my commands, totally unaware of herself or the fact that her
"modesty" was compromised.

I decided to try her out. "Min-Mei, come into the bedroom and help me
unpack my suitcase," I told her.

An expression of joy and pleasure flooded her face. "Yes, Lord, at
once. Thank you for allowing me to serve you."

I watched her as she unpacked my case. She would not let me do any of
the work; she did everything. She moved like a trained dancer;
graceful and without wasted movement. Every step, every gesture, was
full of coltish grace and unconcious beauty. When she was finished,
she curtseyed, knelt before me (head lowered as usual) and said, "How
may Min-Mei serve you now, Great One?"

"Min-Mei, come sit with me on the bed, and tell me about the dress
code that Ben mentioned."

She sat beside me. Her eyes became slightly unfocused, and she began
to recite the dress code. It was clearly a memorized piece; recited
letter- perfectly. Min- Mei's voice took on an even more sing-song
quality than usual as she recited:

"We must wear only certain items: panties, half-slips, baby-doll
nighties. We must never cover our chests; Never to go naked unless by
Master's direct command or when bathing or using the toilet; Nothing
of cotton; only nylon or acetate. No 'outside clothes' unless by
direct order of two Masters. This is the Law."

"Min-Mei, tell me how many Masters you have had."

"I am not sure, Lord. You mean since I was a little 'bunny?"

"No, Min-Mei; since you began having periods."

"Oh. Well, Ben is my Prime Master; I have served three other visitors
like you, Master."

"I see. Ben mentioned a special phrase that will place you into
hypnosis. What is it?"

"I do not know, my Master. When Master says the words, Min- Mei goes
to sleep; she does not remember the words. Master Ben will tell
you..."

"All right, Min-Mei. Please show me your clothes in the dresser."

Again, that sunny look of joy to be executing a command. She went to
the dresser and opened the top drawer. A riot of colorful nylon and
silk panties, filmy and soft.

I told her to hold them up for my inspection, and she did. One by one,
I looked them over; then had an idea.

"Min-Mei, I want you to model these for me. Do you know what that
means?"

"Oh, yes, Lord; many of my Masters enjoy 'fashion shows'," she
giggled.

Watching her try on the tiny pants and the equally large collection of
nighties and half-slips in the other drawers soon had me excited. I
called her to my side.

"Min-Mei, you are very beautiful, and I will now allow you to serve me
by giving pleasure."

"Oh, yes, Master," she sighed. "How may this flesh serve yours?"

"Let's start with a little head," I smiled. "Know what that is?"

"Oh, yes, Lord, we know all the words and their meanings."

Smiling sweetly, she knelt before my erect cock and expertly took in
into her soft mouth. Soon her head was bobbing up and down, slowly, on
my hard shaft. As I watched her giving delicious pleasure, I thought:
"This is what men have dreamed of for centuries...to own a female
body; to control it totally and completely--to own her life, her
thoughts, her every emotion and action. This is truly perfection."


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Later, Min-Mei led me to the dining room. A unique scene greeted me.
At a large table, the Brothers sat. Next to each Brother was one of
his girls, each a stunning beauty, and each dressed like Min-Mei. The
girls were not eating; they were "attending" their Masters. Each girl
focused her complete attention only on her owner; for her, there was
no-one else at the table. Their soft brown or big blue eyes were fixed
only on their owner; their expressions were those of enraptured
devotion and concentration. The girls were feeding their Masters;
actually taking food from the plates and offering it on forks and
spoons for their Lords to take. When one of the men wanted to drink,
his girl offered a glass. Other girls, dressed like the others, waited
on the table, bringing dishes and clearing them.

We sat. Ben looked up from his slavegirl, and asked, "Well, how do you
like her?"

"She's marvelous," I told him honestly.

"Yes," he said fondly. "She's one of my favorites, as is Chiako here.
Well, dig in," he said, indicating the food. Min-Mei was already
offering a bite of veal on a fork. As I chewed, I reflected that this
would be easy to become used to.

"Ben, you mentioned a special phrase that will put her into a trance,
but you didn't say what it is; and Min-Mei says she doesn't know what
it is."

"Right. Here; I'll write it down for you." None of the girls could
read.

He passed me a napkin with a single word on it. The word was Xanadu.

"If you were to speak that word here, all of them would go under at
once. If you want just one to sleep, you must say her name before the
word."

"I see. And to snap her out of it?"

"Just 'wake up'".

"Thanks." I looked around. "Are all of your girls Asian?"

"No, but I understand how you could get that impression. Actually
about 75% are Oriental; the rest are Caucasian. We operate several
'orphanages' in Asian countries; the very best female infants are
skimmed off and sent here. And many of the Brothers prefer Asian
girls."

"Orphanages?"

"Yes. Actually, they are legitimate, for the most part. Most of the
staff at each one knows nothing of its real purpose. But the director
and head physician are always Brothers; they route the new girls here.
Each one sends us between 10 and 20 a month."

"How do you get non-Asians?"

"You will be told--later," he said.

"How many girls are here?"

"Right now, about 500, serving 40 resident Brothers. We have capacity
to accomodate many thousands of girls and many hundreds of resident
men."

Soon, the meal was finished. Min-Mei actually wiped my mouth and
cleaned my hands with a warm towel. As Ben predicted, several of the
Brothers offered me the 'services' of one of their girls; I accepted
three. These were Chin-Lo, Susie, and Wendy. Chin-Lo was a pretty
14-year-old Chinese; Susie, a lovely 10- year- old from Hong-Kong, and
Wendy, age 8, was the first Caucasian girl I had seen; blonde,
blue-eyed, with an angelic face and full lips.

Each girl went through a 'temporary binding' ceremony as had Min-Mei;
they were transferred to my quarters, along with ample wardrobes.

I sat them down together on the sofa, and told them:

"Girls, you are all Sisters in my service. You are to cooperate and
help one another to serve me. There will be no jealousy or competition
among you. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," they replied in unison. "This is the Law."

"Wendy, stand up and come here."

She did.

"Turn around--slowly."

She did. Lovely. A pert, tight bottom, and remarkably long legs for
her age. The slightest hint of tiny bud breasts. Wendy was wearing a
pale blue transparent nightie, with snowy white translucent panties.

"Wendy, bend over."

She did. I fondled that tiny butt through the nylon of her outfit. Her
flesh was firm and tender; her skin smooth and silky. I felt my cock
begin to rise.

"Wendy, come here, and sit on my lap."

Joyfully, she did so.

"My dear, tell me about yourself," I told her.

"Myself, Lord? There is nothing to tell," she said, her voice almost a
whisper.

"How long have you lived here?"

"All of my life, Master."

"Do you remember anything besides this place, this life?"

"No, Great One. How could there be anything else?"

As we spoke, I caressed and fondled the nymphet, and she squirmed and
giggled happily. My hands moved all over her tiny body, and she
responded with little movements and grunts of pleasure.

Soon, we had moved to the bed. The other girls looked on, as Wendy
gave me pleasure. She was quite skilful for such a young girl; her
training had evidently been thorough and complete.


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The following morning, the girls washed and shaved me, and even
brushed my teeth for me. Susie did 'bathroom duty', gently cleansing
my anus after I had moved my bowels. I had the distinct impression
that, were they able, they would have gone to the toilet for me as
well.

A knock sounded on the door. It was Ben. "Ready for a tour of our
training facilities?"

"I suppose so. What about them?" I indicated the four girls.

"Easy. Put them to sleep; they will keep for a short time."

I had them sit, then spoke the word, "Xanadu". All four heads slumped
at one time. Ben whispered something to me, and I said, "Min-Mei,
Susie, Wendy, Chin- Lo: you will remain asleep until I tell you to
awaken. While you are sleeping, you will review your lessons and
training, and they will become even more a part of you than they are
now. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," they all said, dreamily.

We left.

"The first stop is our physical fitness facility," Ben remarked.

We entered a large gymnasium, in which at least 50 young girls were
performing aerobic exercises. Like the others, they were clad in only
the flimsiest underwear. Their exercises were led by a 19-year-old
beauty, dressed like the others.

"The instructress is Carolyn," Ben remarked; "She has been here since
she was only four. The girls get at least an hour of exercise a day;
designed to make their bodies firm, but not hard."

The next stop was the dance studio. Here, another group of 50 girls
received dance instructions. "They are trained in ballet," Ben told
me. "We value the grace and physical stamina it gives the girls."
Again the girls performed their lessons dressed only in tiny bikini
panties and half-slips; their instructress was another older girl.
"That's Michelle," Ben said. "We took her at fourteen-- she's 20 now."

"How did you train her to obey at such an 'old' age?" I asked.

"I'll show you a bit later," he said.

Next, we visited the locker room. The aerobics class was entering as
we did. We watched the little girls remove their little outfits and
begin to shower.

"They have no modesty, no body shame," Ben commented as we watched.
"To our girls, nudity is completely natural and proper."

The girls giggled and laughed as they washed.

"We stress bodily cleanliness," he told me. "The girls have a
'cleaning ritual' that will last almost an hour. We'll stop back here
in time to see the end of it."

Next, we visited a 'classroom' complex.

In the first, a group of 15 girls sat in what appeared, at first, to
be a normal schoolroom. Then I noticed that, in front of each girl,
was a rubber model of a penis. The girls were leaning forward, giving
oral sex to the phallus models. At the front of the class, another
teen-ager stood.

Ben told me her name was Christy.

"All right, girls," Christy said, "now a bit slower and tighter.
That's right. Jana, take it deeper into your throat...Debbie, use your
tongue."

Liquid sounds of slurping and licking filled the room. I found my cock
hardening as I watched. Ben noticed.

"Yes, it is exciting, isn't it. Here, I'll show you something."

He went to the front of the room and spoke to Christy. She lowered her
eyes, and curtseyed. I could hear her murmured "Yes, Master", and then
she turned and faced the girls of the class.

"Girls, Master Ben and his guest have honored us by a visit. They
would like to try out the best girls in the class. Let me see...OK,
Chiako and Li-Ho, come here."

Two girls rose. They were both asian. Chiako was a lovely little
13-year- old Japanese girl; and Li-Ho was a fetching Chinese of about
11-12.

They approached us, curtseyed, and stood with eyes and head lowered.

"These girls have learned their lessons well, Lords," Christy said. "I
hope that you will enjoy their service."

We each selected one girl--I got Li-Ho--and opened our robes. The
girls knelt, and began to give head right there at the front of the
classroom. Christy had the other girls gather around to watch. She
commented on our girls' techniques as they performed their service;
occasionally, one of the other girls would ask a question and she
would answer.

At last, both of us reached orgasm, and our girls dutifully captured
every drop. To our surprise, they did not swallow, but held the sperm
in their mouths. Then, quickly, the others lined up, and each girl
received a drop or two of the fluid from our girls. Even Christy.

We thanked the class for their hospitality and returned to the locker
room.

The girls were lined up, still nude. At the head of the line, an older
girl was dispensing new "uniforms". As each girl reached the head of
the line, she received a fresh pair of panties and half- slip, and
quickly slipped them on. We watched, entranced at the beauty of the
girls and their little outfits.

Next, we returned to the "school". In another room, a small group of
girls sat watching a film. Their eyes were glassy, their gaze distant
and unfocused. "They're in deep trance," Ben said. "That way, the
instructions in the film are remembered perfectly, and become
seamlessly integrated with their other programming."

The film was about obedience and giving service, and included many
scenes of submission, in which a girl demonstrated almost unbelievable
subservience to a Master's command or request.

Between scenes demonstrating obedience, a male 'instructor' told the
girls that they must obey, must serve, must become even better
servants than the girls in the film.

"You asked how we train older girls," Ben said. "Now I'll show you."

We entered another room. There, a Brother stood before a single
kneeling girl. The girl was about 15. She was weeping quietly. She was
dressed like the others, but there was a curious collar about her
neck. The Brother held a small box which was covered with buttons.

"All right, Lisa, now stand up," he ordered.

Sullenly, she did.

"Turn around."

She did.

"Bend over."

Lisa hesitated. The man pressed a button, and a spasm shook the girl's
body. She gave a muffled scream of pain.

"Lisa, you must obey, or you will be punished. Now bend over, as you
were commanded."

This time, she did.

Ben said, "The training collar can administer any level of pain to the
subject. It causes no permanent harm. It can also give pleasure--
watch."

"Very good, Lisa," said the Brother. "When you obey, you will be
rewarded."

He pressed another button, and Lisa gasped with pleasure. An orgasmic
shudder passed through her body.

As we left, Ben told me, "The conditioning you see, along with drugs,
hypnosis, and classical brainwashing techniques, never fails to
'break' a girl's will. In a few weeks, we will be able to remove the
collar, and Lisa will be just as submissive and obedient as any other
girl here. In fact, she will be an eager and willing servant, and will
learn to love her condition. We used this method on the first girls
here, and use it now on girls who come to us older than about 6."

The final room was a dimly-lit one, in which about a dozen girls lay
on couches. Intravenous lines were connected to their arms, and they
wore stero headphones. All appeared to be asleep.

"They are being programmed with the aid of drugs. The drugs magnify
suggestibility by many times, and the effect is cumulative. By the
time these girls have finished the primary course of treatment, they
will have absorbed the program at least ten times. For the rest of
their lives, they'll receive monthly 'booster' sessions to keep the
programming fresh."

As we walked back to my room, I commented, "This has been really
interesting and illuminating. You certainly have developed an
incredible system here."

"Thanks."

Back in my room, I woke my sleeping companions.

They woke together, smiling sunnily when they saw me.

"How may I serve you, Master," they all said in unison.

"I believe I shall think of something," I grinned.

THE CONTINUING HISTORY OF NEW EDEN: part 4

Decades 3-4

The Brotherhood of New Eden has flourished immensely in the past 20
years, standing as a testament to the inspiration of the original
brothers. The worldwide membership presently stands around 30,000
males and a present inventory of 14,500 females in areas under direct
Brotherhood jurisdiction. Another approximately 11,000 females are
possessed by Brothers throughout the world and carefully developed
pockets of New Eden communities exist in 37 different countries.
Though the original Island of New Eden is still used as a prime
vacation spot for Brothers, the acquisition of Babesland (known to the
rest of the world as Kwaiki) in 2005 has enabled the beginnings of a
true culture under the foundations of the Brotherhood. This 319 square
mile sub-tropical island in the Pacific, granted nationhood in 2007
under with the generous and inspired help of highly placed Brothers in
the United Nations and the governments of several industrialized
nations, has enabled the BrotherhoodUs great social expansion to
develop virtually undisturbed on a grand scale. The rest of the world,
in as much as a very few non-brothers ever give a solitary thought to
the never mentioned, isolated island-nation of Kwaiki, assume its
economy to consist of fruit exports.

Babesland has now become the social and political center of the
Brotherhood, as well as the worldUs largest producer of females reared
in the New Eden way. The Brotherhood has for some years been able to
depend on its own breeding programs on Kwaiki for its primary source
of new females, with a yield of 2,000 healthy newborn girls a year,
although donations of offspring by Brothers worldwide bring in an
additional 1,000 annually.

The success of the breeding program has long since eliminated the need
for procurement of females older than 5 years old from other places.
It is obvious that females carefully raised from infancy are far
superior for the purposes of the New Eden Brotherhood. Advances in
genetic selection, early childhood conditioning and the purity of the
New Eden social atmosphere on Kwaiki are currently producing the most
pleasing and obeisant females ever seen on Earth.

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Re-Poster's note:

The preceding three-section material on the New Eden Brotherhood with
unknown authorship was originally found by me on Rusty and Eddies BBS
(at 216-726-2620 to give them a plug). However, I have never seen any
sequel or other material on it. Whether or not New Eden exists right
now, in either a nascent or advancing stage, most of us may never
know. However, it does seem to me that it would be intellectually
interesting to develop more speculative fiction and theory based on
its many obviously well thought-out premises. As an example, I am
adding the beginnings of a plausible and future history of it past
where the original material ends that might be the logical next steps
in it. I may add more to it later. If anyone is interested in
expounding further on the New Eden concept, post a note on this or a
new message with the words "New Eden" in the description.

PART 4 (Interlude) THE CONTINUING HISTORY OF NEW EDEN

Decades 3-4

The Brotherhood of New Eden has flourished immensely in the past 20
years, standing as a testament to the inspiration of the original
brothers. The worldwide membership presently stands around 30,000
males and a present inventory of 14,500 females in areas under direct
Brotherhood jurisdiction. Another approximately 11,000 females are
possessed by Brothers throughout the world and carefully developed
pockets of New Eden communities exist in 37 different countries.
Though the original Island of New Eden is still used as a prime
vacation spot for Brothers, the acquisition of Babesland (known to the
rest of the world as Kwaiki) in 2005 has enabled the beginnings of a
true culture under the foundations of the Brotherhood. This 319 square
mile sub-tropical island in the Pacific, granted nationhood in 2007
under with the generous and inspired help of highly placed Brothers in
the United Nations and the governments of several industrialized
nations, has enabled the BrotherhoodUs great social expansion to
develop virtually undisturbed on a grand scale. The rest of the world,
in as much as a very few non-brothers ever give a solitary thought to
the never mentioned, isolated island-nation of Kwaiki, assume its
economy to consist of fruit exports.

Babesland has now become the social and political center of the
Brotherhood, as well as the worldUs largest producer of females reared
in the New Eden way. The Brotherhood has for some years been able to
depend on its own breeding programs on Kwaiki for its primary source
of new females, with a yield of 2,000 healthy newborn girls a year,
although donations of offspring by Brothers worldwide bring in an
additional 1,000 annually.

The success of the breeding program has long since eliminated the need
for procurement of females older than 5 years old from other places.
It is obvious that females carefully raised from infancy are far
superior for the purposes of the New Eden Brotherhood. Advances in
genetic selection, early childhood conditioning and the purity of the
New Eden social atmosphere on Kwaiki are currently producing the most
pleasing and obeisant females ever seen on Earth.

PART 5: 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..."



                                                                   
THE END

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