Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Mary’s head snapped up, her brow furrowing in confusion. I knew this would catch her off guard, coming from a Selecta college as she did. The other girls leaned forward, equally intrigued.
“You surely know Selecta,” I continued, pacing slowly before them, “as one of the two or three most powerful and influential megacorps on the planet. Mary, as an American—and a student at a Selecta college—you know them as the maker of everything from your textbooks to your toothbrush. Even the rest of you, often without knowing, have sent your hard-earned euros to Selecta’s less-visible European subsidiaries.”
I could see I had their attention, if only because none of them had expected their first lessons in the nature of their new life would involve a lecture about corporate domination. I paused, unable to stifle my professor’s love of a dramatic intellectual revelation.
“What you don’t know, girls, is that Selecta was founded by the Institute, an organization dedicated to training young, submissive women as concubines for the wealthy and powerful.” I watched as shock and disbelief flickered across their faces. “Nor do you know that Selecta’s true purpose runs far deeper. They are, in fact, closely tied to another group—a secret society known as the Pretorian Guard that is also the most powerful extra-governmental intelligence agency in the world.”
I moved to the blackboard and picked up a piece of chalk. On the slate I put Institute at the top, and then Selecta below. To the right side I wrote Pretorian Guard. I drew double-tipped arrows among the three entities. “The Pretorian Guard, as far as we can tell, claims to share our ideals, to be dedicated to preserving civilization. But their methods and their goals are far more… insidious even than those of the Institute and Selecta.”
I turned back to face the girls, my eyes seeking out Mary’s. Her gaze was intense, a mixture of confusion and dawning comprehension. “You see, the Guard’s true aim is to dominate the world’s energy markets. They seek not preservation, but control.”
A little murmur rippled through the group. Camille’s eyes narrowed skeptically, while Sophie nodded as if she’d suspected something like this all along. Mary, my clever Mary, seemed to be piecing things together in her mind.
“How do we know this?” I asked rhetorically, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “Thanks to our partners, the Groupe Synergistique.” I let that sink in for a moment before continuing. “They are a loose network of wealthy men, all of them French or francophone—Belgians, Luxembourgers, Swiss. They have aligned themselves with us through the shared desire to be left alone. Unlike the Guard, they, and we of the Sons of Odin, have no desire to dominate beyond our own sphere. Our goal is simply to preserve our civilization for ourselves and our descendants, without imposing it on others.”
I moved closer to the girls, my voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “But the Guard’s aggressive tactics have forced our hand. We’ve had to develop matching capabilities—including our partnership with the Groupe, but also including our own assets. And that, my dear potential völur, is where you come in.”
Mary’s eyes widened, a flash of understanding crossing her face. I felt a surge of pride at her quick mind.
“You were chosen not just for your beauty and your submissive nature, girls, but also for your innate mental ability. This is what we mean when we say you will be our operatives, as well as our bed thralls and our völur.”
Mary
I felt my heart begin to race as I listened to Sven’s words, an inextricable mix of apprehension, pride, and affection swirling within me. His storm-blue eyes seemed to see right through me, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the idea that I had been chosen not just for my body, but for my mind as well.
My Herra’s deep voice resonated through the chamber as he continued, “There’s another aspect of the screening we conducted when we chose you, my dear völur.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of us. “We verified that your needs include being used by strangers.”
I felt my face flush hot with shame and arousal at his words. How could he know such a thing? And yet, as I thought back to the night of our ‘ritual voyage,’ I couldn’t deny the truth of his statement.
“You only need to think back to your body’s responses during your voyage last night,” Sven said, as if reading my thoughts. “Remember how it felt to be fucked by six different men on that rowing bench.”
The memory flooded my senses, so vivid I could almost feel the rough wood against my skin, smell the musky scent of sweat and arousal, hear the grunts and moans of pleasure. I recalled how, despite my fear and confusion, my body had responded with undeniable enthusiasm to each new cock that filled me.