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New Order
Chapter One - Intake
Jessica walked confidently down the walkway, her students behind her. Jessica was a tall, some would say statuesque, blonde woman with a slim figure but a nice, round ass, the sort of ass that would make grown men's knees shudder. But then she didn't need to show them her ass to make their knees shake. In any case, her ass was encased in a pair of white string bikini panties covered by a short, fairly tight skirt over a white blouse.
Jessica was in her 30s, but could easily pass as an elder peer of the dozen or so students who walked behind her, who ranged in age from 18 to 25, but who were mostly 18 to 20. This particular batch had just started their orientation into the New Order, and so had much to learn.
"Now pay attention class, but feel free to ask questions. We are about to enter the processing area, where newly acquired males receive training of their own." Jessica paused to place her face up to the retinal scanner to open the outer security doors. Yellow lights began flashing as the doors opened. "Don't worry. We are on an upper walkway. The security is just a precaution. We don't want any fresh males to escape, now do we?" Jessica laughed, and walked forward, not bothering to turn back to her students as she heard their nervous, high pitched laughter. It reminded her of slumber parties with her girlfriends when she was younger. If only they had known then how things would turn out. She smiled to herself. They would have laughed then even harder.
Past the security doors, the platform continued, leading out over the processing floor below. A man could be seen down there, his arms stretched out to his sides forming a T. His ankles were both locked down as well. Though it was hard to see from the front, there were metal arms behind him. His wrists were attached to the ends of two of them, stretching him out, and his ankles were attached to the ends of the other two arms, which then were connected into machinery behind him and down into the floor. His mouth was gagged.
The man was wearing a formal, if somewhat cheap, business suit. The suit looked dishelved, like the man had been in a struggle. The man noticed the women on the platform above him, and whimpered, his eyes almost pleading.
"Normally for processing, we don't gag them, but in this case, since you are here to learn, we have gagged him so he can prove less of a distraction to my insruction and your questions."
Stewart knew he was in trouble the moment he woke up upright and found he couldn't move. This was a testament not to his intellect (it was fairly obvious) but to the fact that whatever drug they used to knock him out, it must wear off abruptly. All he could see was a plain metal wall some distance in front of him, and, looking up, he could see a metal walkway fifteen or so feet up and in front of him. It was close enough to feel like he could almost touch it, yet high enough that he could never reach it no matter how high he jumped.
Not that Stewart was jumping anywhere. The last thing he rembered was walking down the street toward his car to head back to work after lunch when he turned and saw a lovely woman in a short skirt smile at him. He never saw the other woman come up behind him and spray something in his face. And he never felt himself transported to where he was now, gagged and bound, in a large room by himself.
He felt like he was waiting quite a long time when he heard a woman's voice come from the walkway above heading his way. He looked up at the woman, and the dozen or so young women behind her, and silently pleaded with his eyes for his release. It only took a second for Stewart's eyes to wander as he noticed that all of the young women were wearing short skirts and given his angle beneath them, and the clearness of the platform, and holes in between the supports, he could see clearly up their skirts to their panties. All of them seemed to be wearing identical white panties that snugly covered their pussies. Were he not so fearful, his penis would have begun to harden at the sight. Instead, it hung limply, as did he in his bonds.
"Notice his eyes, ladies," Jessica continued. "Notice how even in his predicament, he can't help but try to look up your skirts."
Some of them young ladies gasped as they realized this, and reflexively closed their legs.
"No, don't close your legs, ladies. You shouldn't have to adjust yourself from what is a comfortable stance just because of some male's gaze. You are the ones in control. He is the one who needs to adjust to you. In fact, once your training is done here, you'll see how it will work to your benefit. But I am getting ahead of myself." Jessica nodded to something behind Stewart and said, "Ok, time to begin."
Stewart felt himself emit a small gasp as his metallic bonds suddenly moved, pulling his arms and legs into a tight "X" position. He felt something cold at his ankles as he realized his shoes and socks were being removed and something metal was sliding up his legs. The rush of air along right up to his thighs told him that the cold was from shears that at least two women behind him were using to slice open his pants from the ankles. They didn't even pause when they reached his boxers, and within seconds his penis and testicles were totally exposed and hanging down helplessly between his spread thighs.
Jessica saw the questioning in some of her young pupils' eyes. "I know what you are thinking, but go ahead and ask."
"Why did you slice away his pants first?"
"Anyone else care to answer that one," Jessica asked, knowing from the sharp look in Lena's eyes that her star pupil would not disappoint her.
Lena slowly smiled and pursed her lips. Lena was only 18 years old, but was easily the smartest, and perhaps most worldly, of the group. It was not that she had any more experience than the rest of them, she just had a natural gift. She answered, "Because that is where all men are most vulnerable." Jessica smiled at this. Lena continued, "You should always expose their weakness first, and that means exposing their penises and testicles.
As if to emphasize his exposure and helplessness, at that moment Stewart felt a warm soft hand firmly grasp his dangling testicles, and then he felt the cold metal slide up against them. Stewart held himself very still as the clothes on his upper body were also sliced away.
Lena noted this and did not miss a beat. "And you then immediatly make sure he understands that you know his exposure, his vulnerability, and are willing to exploit it ruthlessly to control him. You won't need to say a word and he'll get the message."
Stewart certainly got the message. He did not move, not wishing to feel his penis and testicles sliced away by the shears that so efficiently removed (by now) all of his clothes.
Jessica now resumed her lecturing after a brief nod to Lena. "However, some men are slower than others. And it always bears emphasizing, just to let them know you are in control." Jessica then turned down toward Stewart, looked him in the eye, and spoke in a loud clear voice aimed directly at him. "Stewart. Yes, I know your name. Stewart, I am Jessica. While I know you are a man smarter than most, I am going to explain things for you so they are clear. You are now mine. Really, you are ours. If you wish to keep your penis attached to your body, you will do everything any woman tells you to do."
Jessica noted Stewart's eyes go up. Jessica continued, "Yes, any woman, even those of us who have not been enlightened enough to join us here. But you will start with us. But don't worry. We are not cruel. Or at least, not without purpose. We can provide pleasure as well as pain." Jessica nodded to the women below.
Stewart gasped again as he felt the shears move away from his testicles at the same time as four warm hands, well lubricated, slid down the length of his penis, from the tip to the base and back again. It did not take long for those hands, joined by two others gently massaging his dangling testicles, to make his penis swell and harden, until despite his fear, he could feel his balls start to tighten.
The women touching Stewart were expert masterbatrixes, and they very efficiently stroked and squeezed Stewart's penis and testicles right to the brink of orgasm. What made them expert was not so much how quickly they got him there, but how they were able to keep him there, at that plateau, without letting him cum.
After letting her class enjoy the show for a short while, Jessica cleared her throat. She noticed that most of her pupils were shiting their legs underneath their skirts. She had no doubt that if she slipped a hand up most of those skirts into their panties, she would feel moisture. She would find out soon enough. The true test would come soon, as they reacted to what comes next.
"Now class, you can see that while pain and threats can be used for control, pleasure is just as effective, if not moreso - for a man only fears losing his penis because of all of the pleasure that he derives from having one. Reminding him of that and harnessing it gives a woman almost total control over a man." Jessica turned her attention directly to Stewart again, "Stewart, when was the last time you had an orgasm?"
Stewart, lost in pleasure, lifted his neck up to look at Jessica.
Jessica turned back to her class. "He is reluctant to talk, shy even. I could threaten him to talk, but see how much better pleasure works." She turned down to Stewart. "If you tell us a truthful answer, you may get to feel the pleasure of cumming again, right now. Wouldn't it just feel wonderful to have those warm, soft hands sliding up and down the shaft of your penis, squeezing the tip firmly, until you feel your balls tighten and the hot cum pulse out of your penis in an explosive ejaculation? Wouldn't that be so wonderful to feel instead of what you feel now - hands that only tantalize you, keep you on the edge, but only give you light, feathery touches to the tip, never quite squeezing hard enough or long enough for you to cum. Wouldn't cumming just be wonderful?"
Stewart groaned in agony as her words mirrored the feathery light touches up and down the shaft of his penis and the gentle, pulsing tugs on his testicles. He wanted to cum so badly now, he would do anything. Before he even realized he was talking, he hoarsly said, "three days ago, I came three days ago, I was masturbating, I haven't had time to do it since, I want to cum so badly now." Stewart was pleading, trying to move his hips. He was so close.
Jessica smiled. It was always so easy. "See class, pleasure is much more effective than pain. Though pain is still sometimes needed. Still, with pleasure, while you need to give it to have control, it is best in small doses - and always with a healthy dose of denial." Jessica nodded to the women below.
Stewart was in heaven and hell at the same time. The pleasure to his penis was overwhelming, the hands relentless, but he hadn't cum. Then suddenly the hands slid off of his penis, leaving it bobbing in empty air. He felt the grip on his testicles tighten to the point of pain, though not overwhelming pain. His penis twitched and danced, bobbing and untouched, until the pain caused it to slowly deflate. Soon, his penis was soft and was again hangling helplessly down between his legs, over his well-gripped testicles.
Stewart then felt something smooth and cool slipped over the shaft of his penis. Something else tightly encircled his testicles. He heard a loud "click" as a lock was closed. He looked down and saw his soft penis was locked up tightly into a smooth plastic tube attached around his testicles.
"Stewart, look at me, not at your penis, this is important." Jessica said in an almost kind voice. "I said you MAY get to cum if you answered my question. May is not the same as will. I was not lying, I might have taken pity on you and allowed you a release just now, but I decided against it. I think you need a sharper lesson to begin. And the lesson is that we control your penis, even when we are not around you, even when you are not bound as you are now. That device on your penis is a penis chastity tube. It prevents erections and prevents you or anyone else from touching your penis. Which means that it prevents you from cumming. Ever. Unless we allow it. And now for your first test. If you wish to earn the chance to cum, you need to start learning to obey." Jessica snapped her fingers.
Stewart was lowered to the ground and the metal braces around his wrists and ankles snapped open, freeing him. He almost fell to the floor, but a woman on either side of him grabbed his arm to steady him. He turned his head and saw the women who had been "treating" him for the first time. Both were in their mid 20s and both were quite beautiful. They wore tank tops and short skirts. From the way they were bracing him, he could see up their skirts to their white string bikini panties. He felt his penis start to try to harden in its prison, to no avail.
Jessica spoke above him and he raised his head. "Do we understand each other," she said in a firm voice. Stewart nodded. "Good," she said. "Bring him to the indoctrination room. Class, follow me."
Chapter 2 - Indoctrination
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