The St Cunatus saga - A brief outline
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St Cunes is a very private religious girls school in the colonial African
nation of Namorba. This is a rather backward place, but due to the mineral
wealth being ripped out and off by various international mega-corporations,
has a considerable population of rich whitey 'old money' types.
A lot of these are quite (very) old fashioned in their views, particularly
concerning the place of women in society. You might hear the good old
fellows of the Namorban western society talking over a scotch after dinner,
saying things like: "Those bloody liberal-feminist-pinko bastards back home
in the old country have managed to totally ruin the education system,
exposing innocent young women to all sorts of corrupting ideas, sexual
filth, and so on. Well that isn't going to happen with our daughters,
No siree!"
What excellent good luck that this country has never been silly enough to
pass laws on such trifles as female rights, or age of majority, or anything
else for that matter, since the King had the sense to reject all pressures
to hold elections and form a parliament. In fact, laws of any sort are
rather thin on the ground, since there's virtually no judicial or police
system either. A peaceful place nonetheless.
There had been colonials in Namorba for generations, and the matter of
properly caring for the daughters of the elite had been taken care of for
much of that time by the venerable institution of St Cunes, run by an order
of missionary nuns, for the correct and moral upbringing of young women.
Now, in recent times, the order had become a bit more zealous in its
missionary bent, and questions had been raised among the movement's leaders
about the appropriateness of their running a school for wealthy white women.
Eventually, they had decided the business was incompatible with their public
image. Besides, a few concerns were being raised internally regarding
certain of the methods of keeping order that were rumoured to be used at
the school. And worst of all, it seemed to be only marginally profitable.
Quiet inquiries were put about, with the aim of locating another worthy
group to take the school off the order's hands.
Enter, the Crest group.
These are a group of highly qualified professionals from Australia.
Initially they are simply a group of friends, with a common interest.
Sex, that is. Lots of it, and in every possible form (well almost).
In this age of fatal STD's they have formed a closed group to allow a bit
of variety without having to worry about catching nasty bugs.
Oh yes; they all prefer an arrangement in which the women please, and the
men command. Not that this means a constant master-slave relationship.
Simply that when the man choses to assert his authority, then a woman
must acceed. None are silly enough to think that this is any form of
absolute law of nature, just that this is the relationship they prefer,
and that they chose to only involve themselves in this type of arrangement.
Nothing wrong with dominant woman, submissive man, but it's not what
interests them. Nor is the blandness of perfect equality in relationships.
There are four couples in the group, they have all been most fortunate in
finding female partners who are intelligent, well educated and creative yet
share their preferences in male-female game play.
Things have been going swimmingly for a few years. Then they hear of the
St Cunatus 'school operators wanted'. From a joke about what a buzz it would
be to have all those young pussies to play teasing/torment games with, things
get very serious very quickly. It looks possible. It looks good. It's very,
very good. It couldn't be gooderer.
And it's in Namorba, of all places.
Do you realise what the laws allow there? What laws?
The sort of people who put their daughters there! The things they believe in!
Plans are laid.
A dummy foundation is created. Faked history of educational connections.
Faked religious, upright, uptight reputation.
Contact is made with the St Cunatus nuns,
who fall for the story.
Preparations to take on the school's running.
All sorts of goodies for the young ladies.
(A great deal of mechanical, electronic, chemical, etc inventiveness
involved in a lot of this, and a few longer term even more ambitious
plans are roughed out.)
Events around the transfer time.
Some surprising details of the school's past operations and methods revealed.
The hiring of staff.
Imposition of the new order.
Hidden surveilance equipment.
Effects of the goodies.
Lots of assorted sequences, with a great deal of paraphenalia involved.
Particular fun had with reprogramming a few rebelious girls.
Application of hi-tech methods to the manipulation of young women.
Computer controlled stimulation.
Conditioning & behaviour modification.
General hyper-horn, ultra-fuck, mega-spasm technology.
Genetic engineering?
A bit of mystery and adventure blended in for light relief.
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Notes
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Unlike some porn stories that end darkly for the 'baddies' this one fades
off happily into the sunset, with our heroes safely and firmly in charge
of a paradise of malleable young feminine sex toys.
There is a lot of pseudo-religious twaddle spouted as a result of the
'religious school' setting. Its intended to be a parody of the absurdity
of such crap, but just so no stupid jerk misunderstands, I'll say here-
I don't believe a word of it. All religion is superstitious bunkum.
If you are seriously religious, then piss off, you won't like this story.
Go and read up on what memes are. You are being parasitised by at least
one.
Actually, I don't _believe_ any of the opinions voiced in this story.
It's a porn story, not a philosophical work, after all.
Things avoided
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Serious physical injury. (You don't damage usefull things, now do you?)
Whipping, except in very small doses. (It bores me, what's the point?
I don't _hate_ women, I just like to play fun games with them.)
Male-male sex. (Another personal aversion.)
Weak-kneed moralising about the rights & wrongs of the actions.
Hell, these people just know what they want, so screw!
Hey, I'm writing it, I'll bloody well do it how I like.