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OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

Vin  had an appointment with the headmistress.
"As you know we have certain traditions here at the Henderson school, 
involving the monarch and his duties."
"Such as?" Vin asked in a neutral a tone.
"As you know, we do our best  preparing our students for life in the 
real world.
In  the lower class sex participation class you are familiar with, we 
teach them sex is a marvelous gift, giving them pleasure, good health 
and  immortality.
We encourage young ladies to  put off marriage, attending the university 
or, failing that, spending three or four years in a profession where 
they have an opportunity to learn about men."
"And what profession might that be?"
"Why prostitution of course."
"What does any of this have to do with me?"
"There are a number of bordellos, working directly with the school, 
accepting our graduates without hesitation,
knowing our young ladies are fully trained" 	
"You  teach, high school girls to be whores!?"
"Of course, how else would they learn? The upper class sex participation 
class is sex worker skills ."
"And  the monarch needs to know  this, because?"
"We use a basement room for our  bordello, in about one hour you and The 
Butler will visit our local house of joy.
You will be a young sex worker trainee's first customer."
"You are joking, right?"
"Why would I joke about such a thing?"

Vin picked a young girl who seemed uncomfortable, standing naked, in a 
whorehouse line-up, her small knees apart, pubic hair and crotch exposed.
In spite of her nerves, she stood a proud four feet tall, looking Vin in 
the eye, as he admired her petite vagina.
It was a put up deal,  the headmistress had whispered in Vin's ear.  The 
other girls had turned tricks  previously.
Only the brown haired girl with freckles had never stood in a line-up 
before.

She was most grateful to Vin for taking his time, being slow and gentle 
with her.
They did not teach things like this in my old high school. Vin thought, 
looking down at the small freckle faced girl, who was looking up at him, 
smiling, matching him thrust for thrust.

In time Vin found just how different this high school was from the one 
he remembered.
The  headmistress  would meet with him three times a week, giving him 
coins, telling him what services
to demand from which girl.
There was a list of about twenty things properly trained whores were 
expected to do, smiling the whole while.
As Vin was not terribly into anal and blow jobs he let  the Butler take 
care of those things.
Some things were unavoidable, however, there being only two men on 
Henderson Island.
Vin and the Butler payed a little brown haired girl to do a vaginal-anal 
sandwich on a tabletop
while the other pint sized whores watched.

	 _____

It was first Saturday, start of the four-day weekend.
Vin was told to expect the Scandinavian Twins.

The twins arrived right on time, one of them was carrying a black 
leather doctor's bag.
They were identical twins, over two meters tall, athletic and beautiful.
One was the forward on the girls basketball team, her sister was captain 
of the volleyball team.
Vin have not have sex with them previously, and was looking forward to it.
One of them began giving him an expert blow job, while her sister 
slipped a blindfold on him.
Vin could not tell them apart with his eyes open, but if they wanted to 
play, is it me,
or is it my sister games, he was more than willing.

The mouth had been replaced by a warm vagina.
Her sister was lying face down on his chest, her long legs on either 
side of his head,
forcing her vagina against Vin's face.
Van was beginning to enjoy the game, when he realized more strong hands 
were holding
his wrists and ankles, than two girls possess.
Vin tried to set up, but the Scandinavian on top had hooked her heels 
under the headboard.
The blindfold was still in place.
Vin felt, fleece lined, heavy leather manacles snap in place, on his 
wrists and ankles.
A brief tug confirmed the manacles were attached to chains that did not 
give or stretch.
The twin sitting on his dick, continued stroking, with expert hip movement.
Vin was 99.8% the way to his climax when, she hopped off and, the 
blindfold snatched away.

The bed was surrounded by the female teaching staff, and all the 
upper-class girls.
Beautiful blonde Joan climbed into bed on Vin's left, the headmistress 
on Vin's right.
Joan nodded to the Butler, who crawled into bed beside her.
He rolled over on top, and they began fucking vigorously.
A young boy, who did not look a day over eight years old, crawled in 
with the headmistress.
His tiny pecker was as stiff as a pool cue.
He had obviously fucked the headmistress before, she pulled him close,
moaning with happiness, as he pumped away like a rabbit on amphetamines.
There was plenty of room for everyone in the super king size bed.
The two Scandinavian twins crawled in next to Vin.
Good, I get some too. He thought.
Wrong!
They had their damn doctor's bag with them, they began pulling "Stay Hard"
dermal patches out, and sticking them on Vin.
They stuck four of them on him!
I am going to have a hard on for a week. He thought.
The twins closed their doctor's bag and crawled away.
My God, they are sadists, they intend to have an orgy, leaving me 
chained, with a yardon a hardlong!
The headmistress was on her second or third small boy, Joan and the 
Butler were
still going at it like a couple on a honeymoon.
Vin was not sure he was enjoying himself, until he felt something brush 
against his thigh.
He looked down to see Penny, wearing one of her old school uniforms.
At latest most of one, she had skipped the white leotard that hides 
underclass girls legs.
She was wearing black patent leather shoes with ankle high white bobby 
socks.
Someone with great skill had applied makeup to Penny's beautiful face.
She made eye contact with Vin.
Smiling shyly, she stepped back, so she could move her feet apart.
Squatting slightly, thrusting her hips forward, she slid her hands down 
to the hem of her plaid skirt.
Maintaining eye contact, she began sliding her small skirt upwards, 
slowly exposing her knees.
Her skinny little girl thighs, were smaller than Vin's biceps, as she 
exposed them.
She slid the plaid skirt high enough to reveal, she was not wearing her 
white cotton panties.
She stopped, staring at Vin, unmoving, forcing him to nod for her to 
continue.
Slowly her petite vagina was revealed.
She held her skirt high, squatting deeply, displaying herself obscenely.
She had shaved!
Little girls do not shave their pubic hair, they are proud of the hair 
they grow,
proving they are turning into women.
On impulse, Vin turned his head to the left, Joan was watching with rapt 
attention,
ignoring the high school senior who was humping away on top of her.
Vin smiled, knowing who had been coaching Penny.
Penny waited till he returned his undivided attention to her.
She lowered her skirt, rotating it so the zipper was in front.
She undid the button at the top, and slid the zipper down.
She let the tiny plaid garment fall on top of her patent leather shoes.
Naked from the waist down, she smiled at Vin, as she stepped out of it.
She went back to squatting obscenely, as she undid the pearl buttons
on her cuffs and slowly pulled her starched white blouse and sweater
up over her head, exposing her tiny breasts.
She stood there, naked, except for her patent leather shoes and white socks.
Smiling, she slowly looked down at her little girl vagina.
Taking all the time in the world, she placed her fingers on either side 
of her slit,
pulling, she produced a small pink gap between her fingers.
Slowly, she raised her eyes, and stood there unmoving.
She stared at Vin, forcing him to nod his head a second time.
Penny crawled forward, grasping Vin with both hands,
holding him at the correct angle, as she lowered herself onto him.
She took all of him into her slender body, resting skinny ass cheeks
against Vin's balls.
Penny sat up straight, looking around at her audience.
The bed was now surrounded by upper-class boys, who were naked,
with rigid erections.
She leaned way back, so everyone could get a good view of her dilated 
vagina opening,
stretched to accommodate an adult penis.
Penny smiled at her spellbound audience, then leaned forward and set to 
work.
She had obviously been coached on how to fuck an orgasm out of
a man, in the least amount of time.
She thrust her hips forward on the upstroke, pulling her tiny ass back 
on the down stroke.
She was staring into Vin's face, watching his sexual tension build.
Vin held back, for a time, but Penny won the contest fair and square.
Vin rattled his chains as he climaxed violently.

Penny waited till he quit vibrating, and stood abruptly.
Squatting over Vin, she placed her palms on either side of her vagina,
holding herself open, smiling at his semen ran down her thighs.
Squatting obscenely, she performed a slow three hundred sixty degree turn,
displaying Vin's semen to her audience.
Then, regal as a Queen, she climbed down off of the bed.
She selected an African and a Norwegian boy with large erections.
She closed her tiny hands around their members, leading them through the 
double doors,
into the Queen's bedroom.
She did not look back as Winston and the rest of her male entourage followed
dutifully behind.

Vin watched through the open double doors as Penny instructed the 
Norwegian to place Winston on the bed.
Vin could feel the sexual tension flowing out of the room like a tidal 
wave, as a room full of teenage boys
gathered close, peckers quivering, preparing to watch a live sex show.
Penny's coppery red hair and tiny body was visible, as she stood on the 
bed, towering over most of the boys.
She was talking to them, joking with them, totally in control of the 
situation.
Vin lost sight of her as she lowered herself onto her back.
 From the shouts of, "go boy go" and "attaboy Winston", it was fairly 
obvious what was happening.
Vin's view was blocked by over sixty naked teenage boys with erections.
Vin could hear more than he could see,  the wildly  cheering crowd told 
him  the  sex show was well received.
Movement in the crowd told him  Penny had started taking on all comers.
They jockey for position, each trying to get the best possible view.
Vin got a brief glimpse of two legs, with bobby socks and black patent 
leather shoes.
Her ankles were wrapped around the neck of the muscular African.
His smooth ebony skin, giving stark contrast to Penny's pale skin,
as he thrust almost vertically into the small body beneath him.
The boys blocking the view were stroking themselves, shouting 
encouragement, waiting their turn.
It was obvious, sixty five pound Penny, was pulling a sixty five car 
train, sixty six if you counted Winston.

The stroboscopic flash image of Penny's small white body, her legs 
folded up almost beside her ears,
taking on all comers, stuck in Vin's mind like the after image of a 
nuclear flash.
Had he not been chained to the bed, Vin would have joined the crowd,
shouting encouragement, taking his turn with Winston  and the others.

Vin turned his head, to find Joan with tears in their eyes from watching 
Penny pull the train.
Vin tried to lean toward her, his chains did not allow much movement.
It took some effort to get close enough to kiss.
She had to drag the high school student, arms wrapped around her,
who continued screwing her vigorously, as she scooted toward Vin.
Vin felt Joan tremble as she climaxed.
They kissed tenderly for a long time.

"Will you help me raise that young lady into the woman she deserves to 
become?"
"I do."She replied, using the two words, guaranteed to make any man's 
heart skip a beat.
What have I just agree to? Vin wondered.
This was Vin's ninety seventh year as a whorehouse owner and general 
manager.
He had seen a lot of silver tonged whores come and go in that time, he 
had calluses around his heart.
He always returned to his wives.
Had a precocious child like Penny swept him off his feet?
No!
If he stayed ten more years, Penny would be ready for college.
In ten more years, he would be a different person.
Even though time was suspended in OTEC, it was not suspended here.
He would be stealing a decade away from his wives.
That they would never know, was beside the point.
Vin was between a rock and a hard place.

The answer leapt into his mind a full blown.
The Roman emperors re-synchronized their calendar using holidays.
After Sunday is holiday, after holiday is Monday.
Vin had powers Roman emperors could only dream of, he was a Reality Lord,
the reality generator did his bidding.
He would take holidays, he would spend five days in Valhalla, building
the pedophile weapon for his masters.
Between Sunday and Monday, he would spend two days with his wives in OTEC.

"I do." Vin said.
"You had me worried there for a moment, some men have trouble with 
commitment.
Joan said, taking note of Vin's long pause.

"You know, if I wasn't chained up, I'd be standing in your line."
Joan rewarded him with a beautiful smile.
"Maybe that's why you are chained up." Her voice was a little husky, she 
was obviously climaxing.
As boys finished with Penny, and girls finished with Vin, the floor 
became littered
with copulating couples.
Vin felt quite at home, pint sized people were having a petite Fleet 
Week, in his bedroom.

	[ 63 Do we care, where the space aliens hid the body? ]

Hello central. Vin thought.
"You rang?"
"Home James."
Vin had forgotten his clever trick with the champagne bucket.
His attention was focused on the bucket, flying away from his fingers,
as the water came thundering down on his head.

Men tend to focus on their day-to-day problems, each day is the status quo.
Each day has problems requiring attention.
Wives do many irritating things.
Vin suddenly had the world view of a widower, without actually losing 
his wife.

Vin's four wives had joined him in the pool, chattering away.
Vin sat there, admiring their beauty, marveling at the gracefulness of 
their movements,
feeling his love for them.

Kay, of course, was the first to notice.
"Are you all right?"
"How can the man, married to the four most beautiful woman in the world, 
not be all right?"
"Check his temperature." Beatrice instructed Kay.
"No uneven pupil dilation." Kay observed, moving closer.
"I obviously, am not telling you, often enough, you're beautiful, and I 
love you,."
"He has been replaced by a space alien.
Ok, what did you do with the body?" Kathy demanded.
"Do I have to cut off a finger, like a Japanese Yakuza?" Vin wanted to know.
"Let's skip work, I'll take you all shopping."
"Do we care, where the space aliens hid the body?" Samantha wanted to know.
"I come in peace take me to your leader."
Vin's three junior wives turned to face Kathy.
"A day off shopping does sound like fun."

Vin had a net worth in excess of half a billion gold, so money was not a 
problem.
Still, he was astounded at what his four wives spent that day on Italian 
leather goods,
and designer clothes.
They could sense Vin was not just being polite, as he sat there watching 
them model clothes.
Vin had four private runway models, the elegant store clerks, sensitive 
to the mood, produced a first-class fashion show.
They smiled discreetly, as they assisted the ladies, spending the gross 
national product of a small banana republic.
Vin got four neckties, and an incredibly thin, mechanical, Vacheron 
wristwatch.
Vin was happy, they could have given him four permanent press hankies, 
he would have been just as pleased.
Vin's four wives looked at each other, nodding simultaneously.
Vin had long suspected, women were telepathic, and had agreed long ago 
never to share the secret.
Would James tell me the truth if I ask him? Vin wondered.

They took him to the whore's store.
Naturally the sign out front did not read: The whore's store
It was a small Boutique hidden away, a store for, high class, working women.
The owner of the shop, put the closed sign in the door, and pulled the 
blinds down.
Vin was treated to yet another fashion show.
His wives did not wear panties, as they modeled high end whorehouse 
lingerie.
They made Vin model a leather harness male bondage outfit.
The shop owner, accepted their offer to join the impromptu orgy in her 
back room.
While the owner, and the junior wives were taking care of Vin, Kathy 
made some phone calls.
The limo took them directly to their hotel, the elevator took them 
directly to the bridal suite.
It was midnight before they got back home.

It was Monday, Kay's night.

Kay got naked, climbing into bed.
"Son, do you want to tell your mother about it?"
Vin found himself telling Kay about Valhalla.
"My God, you must take me there!"
"Why?"
"Why!! ... I told my daughter never marry a man who was mentally retarded!
Since they invented psychology, we have debated what would happen if you 
prevented children from
being mind fucked by theologians.
If you kept them out of the hands of the boy-touching-priests what sort 
of adults would they grow into?
Europeans understand the basic principle, giving children, just out of 
diapers, watered wine,
teaching them how to deal with alcohol later in life, so they don't turn 
into alcoholics with their
first glass of whiskey.
What happens if you, use the same principle, teaching children, at the 
earliest possible age, about sex,
so they don't go totally crazy the first time they get their rocks off 
as teenagers, getting pregnant and
rushing off to find some priest to lock them into a hopeless church 
blessed marriage.
Their children growing to teenagers, repeating the process.
The church growing  wealthy from a vast ocean of human suffering.
Young children can handle sex, no problem, its love they're not adult 
enough to handle.
You have a planet full of such people, and you want to know why I want 
to go there?!"
"When do you want to go?"
"Right now! What do I need to do?"
"Go, pack a suitcase."
Vin was sure he would get at least a one hour nap.
Kay was back with a small suitcase, in less than ten minutes.

Vin stood beside her, naked.
"You're going like that?"
"You will see why, when we get there."

Hello central
"You rang?"
"Two to beam up Scottie."

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