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 I drove through the gate and started down the road.  Could they have put
this place any more out in the middle of nowhere?  I thought to myself.  My
daughter Sarah sat in the passenger seat, looking belligerent and huffing
every thirty or so seconds.  Her attitude was why we were here.  My friend,
Robert, had recommended the place.  He said he put his daughter here two
years ago and she was a model girl now.  She had been twelve then, his
daughter, only a year younger than Sarah is now.

   It was three miles from the gate to the compound.  Three miles of dense,
scary-looking woods and swamp.  The compound was rather a let-down.  For
some reason, I expected a Victorian-type boarding school for girls or
something.  It was not like that at all.  It was simple, low-slung cinder
block buildings.  The compound was divided into three sections, with an
administration building between them.  I could see young women moving about
between the little buildings in each section.  They were all wearing gray
one-piece dresses that hung to the tops of their knees and had the same
shape as a potato sack.

   Mister Vinders met me as I pulled through the horseshoe in front of the
admin building.  He came out, wearing a suit and tie and polished shoes. 
As I stopped the car, he reached out and jerked the passenger door open. 
Sarah squawked as he pulled her out, barely giving me time to release her
seatbelt.  She began to struggle, but he simply held her arm and let her
flail about.  He even took a couple of slaps to the face.

   A moment later, two young men in white suits, like hospital orderlies
came out of the admin building and each grabbed one of her flailing arms.
Soon they had her arms pinned to her sides and hustled her into the
building.  "We will begin her induction now," Vinders said, neither smiling
nor frowning.  His expression was ultimately blank.  "Please come inside
and we will discuss the program."

   I parked my car in one of a half-dozen slots marked `visitor/parent' and
caught up with him, waiting at the door.  He escorted me through a second
door, where one of the female students was manning a secretary's desk.  She
kept her eyes on her computer screen as we entered not even looking at us,
other than a quick flicker of her eyes to acknowledge that she did know we
were there.  "Hold my calls, Mona," Vinders said as he walked by.

   Without looking up, Mona said, "Yes, sir."

   He closed the door.  "Please, Mister Jernigan, have a seat." He waved a
hand at a large, comfortable-looking chair on the door side of the desk. 
As I sat, he moved around the huge polished oak desk and sat in his own
padded leather office chair.

   "Now, we need to discuss which of our programs you wish Sarah to be
enrolled in," he said, steepling his fingers and putting his elbows on the
edge of the desk.

   "Well," I said, jerking my head back toward the door, "as you saw, she's
almost totally out of control."

   "Of course, or you wouldn't be here, Mister Jernigan," he said, his
expression still very mild.  "We have three levels of compliance we can
achieve here at the Academy." He leaned back, his chair squeaking a little
as he did so.

   "Probably the toughest, then." I said, sighing and thinking of how much
this was going to set me back.  Not like I was rolling in dough since
Sarah's mom left us and started all this shit.

   Vinders looked evenly at me.  "Our investigation, which you authorized
prior to your daughter's acceptance, showed that you might be amenable to
level three compliance," he said.  "However, I probably should run through
levels one and two, which would achieve your goal of discipline and, as you
put it, `attitude adjustment'."

   I nodded minutely and waited for him to go over them.

   "Level one," he began, "is just that.  We use some rather startling
means to break down the will and rebuild it with self-respect and
discipline.  Rather like the Marines do in their basic training." He looked
at me, and for once, showed emotion.  "It is sufficient if what you want is
a daughter who will respect herself and others and be a `good kid'."

   He let that sink in a moment, then said, "Level two is much more -
intense.  We use similar methods, but a heavier hand, including physical
punishment, such as paddlings and forced labor.  It's harsh, I'll admit,
but it gets quick and effective results.  The girls who complete level two
come out with self-respect and discipline, AND motivated to achieve.  They
are nothing short of amazing girls when they are done."

   I swallowed.  "Level three?" I asked.

   Vinders examined my eyes closely.  "How obedient do you want your
daughter to be?" he asked.

   I shrugged.

   "As I said, our investigations, which were NOT limited to just your
daughter showed that you may be a suitable parent for a level three
program." He leaned forward again.  "However, I am not at liberty to even
discuss level three unless you are willing to sign a confidentiality
agreement and one other action, which will make you pretty much unable to
discuss it outside this compound."

   "I don't have a problem with an agreement," I said.  "What is this other
action?"

   "I cannot even discuss that.  You will simply have to come with me," he
replied, rising from his desk.  He punched the intercom switch.  "Mona -
please ready a confidentiality agreement and let call for a `orientation
action'."

   "Yes, sir, Mister Vinders," came the reply.  Had I not known the girl
who was out there was like fourteen, I would have sworn she was a
professional secretary.

   He walked to the door and opened it, "After you, Mister Jernigan."

   I walked out and there was indeed a confidentiality agreement on the
desk, along with a small blue oval case.  I looked the agreement over, and
it looked pretty normal to me, lawsuit, blah, blah, fiscal damages, blah,
forfeiture of property, etc.  I signed it with a pen Mister Vinders held
out for me.

   He picked up the case when I was done signing.  Mona took the form and
folded it carefully, then placed it in a manilla folder with the name
`Jernigan S.' printed on the tab.

   Mister Vinders opened the case and held it before me.  "Please put these
in," he said, his voice still very mild.  They were contacts.  However,
they were not normal contacts, they were black, opaque.

   I held one up and it took me a few moments to shove something into my
eyeball.  I finally managed them both and was now blind as a bat.  I felt a
small, cool hand take mine.  "Mona?" I asked.

   "Yes, sir," she said, "I will guide you to the commitment room."

   I smiled.  "Sounds serious," I quipped.

   Mona replied, "Yes, sir, Mister Jernigan."

   She led me out the door and into the hallway.  I could hear the echoes
stretch away from myself in the long corridor.  We turned a couple of
times, then went down some stairs.  Finally, I heard a metallic clang
behind us and she said, "Please, sir, sit down."

   I sat, having to trust in her not tricking me.  There was a chair there,
cold and metal feeling on my butt through my slacks.  She gently guided my
hands to the armrests and even knelt down and placed my feet carefully. 
Then I felt her cool hand on my forehead pushing me back gently against a
padded headrest.

   Then, with a hollow snick, clamps grabbed my ankles and wrists and
another went around my neck.  I jumped, but didn't go far, with the
restraints in place.  "I'm sorry, Mister Jernigan, but this is the way it's
done." Mona said.  Her voice was coming from below and in front of me.  I
felt her small hands fumbling with my fly.  The chair angled back slightly
and my lap was pushed out from my back, almost like I was reclining.  The
next thing I felt was her cool fingers on my cock, pulling it out of my
pants and stroking it.

   "What are you doing?" I asked, an edge of panic in my voice.

   Mona said, her voice coming from my lap, "It's best if you just enjoy
it, sir."

   Then I felt her mouth on my cock, taking me in.  Soon, her lips were
pressed to the base of my dick which was hardening very quickly.  As it
stiffened, she kept her mouth on it, and I felt it swelling to fill her
mouth, then start down her throat.  I'm not a huge-cocked man, but I'm no
slouch, either, and she was expertly deep throating me.  Her head began
moving up and down as soon as my erection was complete and I moaned at the
amazing sensation it generated.  She was magnificent.

   In less than a minute, I was grunting like an animal, straining at my
bonds.  I didn't want to escape, I wanted to grab her head and ram her
mouth down on my cock, I was so close to coming.  Finally, with a last few
long strokes, I came.  Her mouth came off my cock after the first squirt
and I felt something cold on the head of my dick, then I was done.  She
stood up, using my knees to lever herself from the kneeling position she
must have been in.

   There was another click and the restraints came open.  "We are done,
Mister Jernigan," she said.  "You may take out the contacts."

   Like putting them in, I was a novice at this, so it took me a moment to
get them out.  I looked around, blinking at the blurring that messing with
my eyes had generated.  They focused at last, and I looked at Mona, still
standing near me, and handing a small glass vial to one of the white-suited
men, who walked out of the room.

   She turned back to me.  A long rope of my come ran from her lip to her
cheek and even into her hair a little.  She smiled and said, "Thank you,
sir." She said, and offered me her hand again.  I had little choice but to
take it, I mean, she had just given me a wondrous blowjob.

   As we walked toward the standing-open metal door, I said, "You have a
little, er, come on your cheek and hair."

   She used her fingertip to gather it up and simply popped that finger
into her mouth afterwards and then ran her fingers through her hair. 
"Thank you again, sir," she said and gave me an even bigger smile.

   We ascended the stairs and she led me back through her cubicle and into
Mister Vinder's office, then closed the door quietly behind me.

   "Okay, now, what was that for?" I asked, somewhat upset, but mostly just
confused all to hell.

   "We have to be sure you won't go babbling to the press or police after I
discuss level three with you," he said mildly, his brown eyes flashing. 
"We now have something that will put you away for a very long time if we
release it, namely a video of a young girl giving you head and a sample of
semen to back up the statutory rape charges for another girl, probably a
very young one."

   I blinked with wide eyes.  "What?" I said.  "Blackmail?"

   He shook his head.  "No," he explained, "we will only use them if you
try to cause the Academy trouble."

   "Okay, well, now that I've committed a felony, what is level three?" I
asked, rather indignant.

   He steepled his fingers again.  "Total obedience."

   "Total obedience?" I asked.  "What do you mean?"

   He punched his intercom button.  "Mona - please come in here."

   A moment later, the little blonde who had sucked me off in the basement
was standing in the office.  Her simple gray dress making her look almost
like an asylum patient, except she was well-groomed.

   "Yes, sir?" she said.

   Mister Vinders looked at her.  "Take off your dress."

   She shed the dress in one smooth motion with no hesitation.  After that,
she got down on her knees with her hands clasping her ankles behind her and
her head bowed forward, staring at the floor just between her knees.

   "Mister Jernigan, I mean TOTAL obedience."

   I stared at the pretty teen on the floor, her legs apart, showing a
shaved cunt.  "Mona," said Vinders, "Why did you suck off Mister Jernigan?"

   "I was instructed to, master," she replied.

   He raised an eyebrow at me.  "Mona, if I asked you to slit your own
wrists?"

   "I would slit them, master," she said.

   He pulled a handgun out of his desk drawer, a revolver.  He stood up and
walked to the pretty girl.  He showed me that all but one chamber was
empty. That last chamber had a bullet in it.  He closed the cylinder and
spun it, then held the gun out to Mona.  "Mona, put this to your head and
pull the trigger, one time."

   She took the pistol, and, without even a little hesitation, the gun
clicked and snapped as the hammer fell on an empty chamber.  "Now shoot the
wall five times." Vinders said, pointing at the far wall of the office. 
She leveled the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger, click, click, BLAM,
click, click.  Then she lowered the gun to her side.

   Vinders took the gun back as I gaped at the hole in the wall.  "She knew
it was a live bullet, but I wanted you to know it was," he said.  Mona had
gone back to her original pose, on her knees with her hands gripping her
wrists.  "Mona here is a level three student, about halfway through her
program.  You may dress Mona, and return to your desk."

   She said, "Yes, master." She then rose from her knees and slipped the
gray dress back on and went out the door.

   "Why would I want a level three graduate?" I asked.  "Assuming I'm not
already committed to putting Sarah in level three."

   "By no means are you committed, you're simply committed to never speak
of this outside of here," he explained.  "As I said, you showed a
propensity to desire such a level, or it would have never even been brought
up."

   "You think I want to turn my daughter into a fuck bunny slave?" I asked.

   He looked cooly at me.  "Yes," he said, "we do.  You fit the profile to
a tee.  Levels one and two are still open, of course, if we were wrong."

   I sat and thought a long moment.  He said and did nothing, simply
watched my face.

   "Okay," I said, almost in a whisper, "level three."

   He nodded.  "You'll wish to observe her induction then?" he asked.

   I nodded, blushing that I was committing my daughter to something that
would make her like Mona.  What am I doing?  He nodded and punched the
intercom once again.  "Mona, please call for Sarah's induction, level
three, and send for an escort for Mister Jernigan."

   There was a brief, unprofessional pause.  He clicked the intercom again.
"Mona?"

   She came on the intercom, "Master?  May I beg to escort Mister Jernigan
myself?"

   He thought for a moment, then smiled a little.  "Seems Mona likes you,
Mister Jernigan, would you mind her being your escort?"

   "Not at all," I replied, after all, she HAD given me a magnificent
blowjob, I thought again.

   "Very good," Vinders said and rose from his chair, extending a hand to
me.  "I hope you enjoy the tour and Sarah's induction."

   I stood and took the hand, still rather stunned by all that was
happening so fast around me.  Did I just commit my daughter to torment and
rape?  I asked myself.  Yes, came the answer.

   Mona was standing beside the door as I opened it and extended her hand
to me.  "Thank you for accepting me as a guide, master.  I will try to make
this a pleasurable tour for you."

   She really was pretty, though the gray dress did little to show off what
I knew was a fantastic body beneath it, tight, and well-muscled.  "You're
very pretty," I said as she led me from the office to a different stairwell
down.

   "Thank you, master," she said, blushing a little.  "I'm flattered." We
walked to a metal door, and she reached into the single pocket that her
dress had and pulled out a magnetic lock card.  She swiped it on a small
grove in the middle of the door and it opened, sliding into the wall.

   The room was a large closet, and there was a huge pane of glass that
made up the far wall.  A comfortable-looking chair was the sole furniture,
and a water fountain on the left wall.  A phone receiver was set into the
arm of the chair.

   She guided me into the chair and then took off her dress, hanging the
magnetic card on a lanyard around her neck.  She then knelt at my feet and
faced toward me in what I dubbed `the pose'.

   "They will bring her in and begin when you call them on the phone,
master," Mona said, looking at the phone in the armrest.

   I piked it up and there was a male voice on the other end.  "Yes, sir?"
he asked.

   "You may begin," I said.

   The sheet of glass lit up and there was a large room on the other side.
In the center of the room was a contraption that looked almost like a
medical bed or one of those back-treatment tables.  It had many movable
panels that were padded, and a lot of little hand-tightening lugnuts on
swiveling poles that held them in place.  It also had numerous velcro
closures, obviously intended to restrain a person.

   There was a cabinet against the left wall of the room, which was closed.

   A door opened in the far wall and Sarah was brought in still struggling.
She managed to kick one of the `orderlies' in the shin as he dragged her to
the table.  He looked at the other orderly and then backhanded Sarah.

   Her head spun about, sending her long auburn hair flying.  The look of
shock, alone, was worth a thousand dollars.  She stared at the man as he
said, "Now, bitch, your dad has signed you over to us to teach you to
behave."

   "My dad will get me out of here when he hears about you hitting me!" she
screamed.  He backhanded her again.

   The other orderly let her fall this time.  Sarah tumbled to the floor,
still spewing curses as she did so.  She clambered back up to her feet and
earned a backhand again for her efforts, which sent her sprawling.  When
she looked up, she had a split lip and was crying.  "Why are you doing this
to me?" she screamed, spit and tears flying.

   "Because, you stupid cunt, you are here to be turned into a well-behaved
young woman," said one of the orderlies as he grabbed her wrist.  She gave
a feeble jerk to try to get away, but cringed back when he cocked back his
hand.  Her right cheek was turning blue and there was blood running from
her lip.  She let herself be pulled up to her feet again, and then began
struggling again when it was obvious what they were doing.  One had both
her arms the other her legs as they dropped her onto the table and started
cinching down velcro straps.  When they had her wrists, neck and waist
strapped, one went to the cabinet.

   He returned with a nasty-looking knife.  "Stop struggling, or you'll get
cut," he said.

   She screamed as he approached her and slid the knife up her leg,
slitting her jeans from ankle to waist up the front.  He then slit the
other the same way.  Grabbing the crotch of the jeans he yanked and they
slipped from beneath her, barely causing her to twitch.  She was sobbing
now, having finally figured out what was happening.  He slit the straps
that went over her shoulders and then cut the half-top up the middle.  He
pulled that off too, leaving her in just her panties now.  Her small
breasts quivered as she shook and cried.

   "Looks like she learned to shut the fuck up, at least," one of the
orderlies said to the other.  The other simply grunted a response and
walked back around to her middle.  He slit the sides of her panties and
pulled them over her crotch and off.

   The talkative orderly looked at her.  "Nice snatch, cunt," he said. 
"Gonna be fun fucking you."

   She started screaming again, tugging and pulling at the restraints.  The
two men slowly but calmly began fastening more and more of them.  Finally,
they seemed satisfied.  She was totally unable to move, straps held every
joint and several crossed her body.  They then began to adjust the table
and set it into a configuration that left her with her legs spread wide
apart and up, opening her pussy wide, and facing toward me.

   I was enthralled and disgusted at the same time.  My cock was as hard as
rock and I suddenly remembered there was another person in here with me.  I
looked down at Mona, who was still in `the position' in front of me.

   "Um.  I don't know what to say, but are you, well, available?" I asked
her.

   She looked up at me.  "Of course, master, command me," she replied.

   I slipped back and edged my butt to the edge of the chair, unzipping my
pants.  "Like before," I said.  She lifted from the pose and reached into
my pants.  Pulling my cock out, she began sucking it.  The expression on
her face was amazing, she was nearly ecstatic-looking, like she was really
enjoying this.

   In the room, they were adjusting the table some more, bending Sarah's
knees and spreading her legs more as she whimpered and blubbered that she
was sorry, and she would be good, and she'd do whatever they wanted if
they'd let her go.

   Mona was gobbling my cock like a professional, taking it to the root,
then pulling up in smooth motions.  I said, "I want to take off my
clothes." She backed off and helped me strip, then went right back to my
cock as I sat back down.  Now, though, she fondled my balls as she sucked
and ran her other hand over my thighs and even played with my ass a little.

   "Am I allowed to do more?" I asked.

   She looked up at me, letting my cock go with a pop.  "Of course, master,
I am yours to command until you dismiss me," she said.

   "Sit in my lap, then, I want to neck for a while," I said.  She smiled
brilliantly and crawled up into my arms.

   She entwined herself with my arms and pressed to me, kissing me
passionately, writhing and moaning.  I groaned as she moved her tight young
body over mine and felt her wet cunt brushing over my cock head as it stood
upright.  "Please speak freely," I commanded.

   She said, "Thanks." Then she pulled back.  "Damn, I want you to fuck
me."

   I peered over he shoulder momentarily.  So engrossed with this pretty
young woman in my arms, I had almost forgotten my daughter was being
prepared for a serious fucking herself.

   They seemed to have finished with her legs, and were now adjusting her
arms, moving them down and away from her body, out of the way.  She was
still blubbering and crying, and begging, and they were still ignoring her.

   Mona was kissing my neck.  "David," she moaned into my chest.  "Please
fuck me."

   I said, "Okay, Mona, if you want to."

   She immediately lifted her body and her hand shot down between our
bodies as she aimed my cock up into her cunt.  She then sat down on it with
one fast motion, ramming me into her with a loud cry of pleasure.  "Oh,
God, yes!" she said, arching her back away from me and grinding her pelvis
into mine.

   I stared at the pretty young face before me as the fourteen year old
impaled herself over and over on my cock, having a great deal of quite loud
fun doing so.  Her hair was flying about as she writhed and bounced.

   They were now pushing my daughter's head back, and put a small metal
brace in her mouth, that held it wide open.  I wasn't sure I could watch
this, but with Mona bouncing on my cock, I couldn't stop either.

   Mona screamed as she stopped moving, her whole body tensing up and her
hands locking on my shoulders.  I felt her cunt clamp down on my pole like
a vise as she slowly ground her way through a intense-looking orgasm, that
left her coated with a thin sheen of sweat and gasping for air.

   The two orderlies now moved away from the contraption, leaving my
daughter spread eagle and twisted upon the gantry.  "God, please stop!" she
screamed as Mona turned about to face out the window, as well, and leaned
back against me.  She turned her head and kissed my neck.  "May I watch,
too?" she asked.

   "Of course," I replied, "so long as you keep me in you like that."

   She smiled and began slowly, very slowly to grind herself on my cock. 
"I'll keep you hard, tell me when you want to come," she said.

   Both of the orderlies stripped off their clothes and looked back at
Sarah.  Both of them were hung like fucking mules, with long, thick cocks
that looked quite impressive on their hairless, muscular bodies.

   I actually laughed out loud when the two men played paper-rock-scissors
to decide who would go first.

   Mona's hot cunt was smoothly sliding around my pole and she lived up to
her name, releasing small moans and groans as she rode me at an
unbelievably slow pace.  Just enough to keep me hard.  "I've never watched
an induction," she said, whispering.  "Well, except mine, and I was rather
occupied for that."

   The one who had won the contest went to the cabinet and walked over to
Sarah with a large bottle of oil or something like it.  He squirted a bit
of it into her belly button and began rubbing it over her everywhere the
straps didn't cover.  He then squirted some into his palm and rubbed that
onto her cunt, making her sparse pubic hair glisten.  He slipped two thick
fingers into her and Sarah groaned and began sobbing anew.  "Oh, God,
please don't," she begged.

   "Sorry, Sarah," the orderly said, with what looked like honest
resignation on his face, "but you have to learn to behave, and obey your
superiors." He smiled broadly, looking like a male model.  "And as of now,
that is damn near everyone you will meet for a long time."

   "I wonder how they knew that I would be willing to do this with my
daughter?" I asked quietly, more talking to myself than anything else.

   "They ran a psychological profile on you," said Mona, still riding me
painfully slowly.  "They knew you had the tendencies, even if you didn't."
She smiled at me.  "I'm glad you did.  Are you staying for the whole
orientation period?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, I took a week off work to make sure she was settled
in," I said.

   She giggled.  "Please ask for me to be your companion, then," she said.

   "Okay, but what's a companion?"

   Mona leaned back and turned her body and head to face me.  "I'll stay
with you for the whole time you're here then," she said.  "To serve you and
your needs."
   I smiled and kissed her.  "Definitely, then," I said.