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

	[ 60 Valhalla ]


Vin did not get much time alone, he had four wives, and five "children".
That the children were not actually his, and were not actually children, 
was beside the point.
When you love someone, and they are in need of your time, you give the time.
Vin was on the top deck solarium, soaking in one of the warm mineral pools,
admiring the open ocean stretching to the horizon.
James entered, immaculately attired as always, carrying a silver tray,
with an acrylic champagne flute, filled with amber bubbling fluid area
Vin raised an eyebrow, James knew he did not drink before midnight.
But then Vin never got out of bed before noon either.
"Diet ginger ale? Sir."
"Yes, thank you."
There was a mini bar refrigerator within easy reach of the lowest 
mineral pool.
There was also a row of small handles dispensing draft beers, champagne,
sparkling mineral water, and diet ginger ale.
James was the best butler in the known universes.
He was not human, he is an artificial construct.
James was the interface to the reality generator, in a sense he was the 
reality generator.
"So, you came up here to help may admire the ocean?"
"Actually, no Sir, we have work to do."
Vin looked thoughtful, it had been some time since there had been a need 
for him to act as reality Lord.
The old reality Lord had been deposed, tried, sentenced.
Across all the parallel realities the old Lord had controlled, there was 
a new order,
no one was tortured or killed for sport anymore.
Vin's a day job was managing a whorehouse, located on a Seacrete barge, 
floating in the middle of the ocean.
So, we have more evil Reality Lords to deal with?
"Indirectly Sir, we have an artificial reality slice, like this one, in 
need of fine tuning."
"Fine tuning?"
"Yes Sir, we have a new slice, like OTEC, designed to appeal to a 
certain type of reality Lord.
You might say we are building a new weapon."
"And how do we go about doing that?"
"Actually Sir, if it was easy, I would not be disturbing your morning."
"I guess I don't need to get dressed?"
"Only if you wish Sir."
Vin picked up a silver champagne bucket.
He carefully filled it with warm water from the pool he was sitting in.
"When this water reaches the top of its arc, do it!"

Vin through the warm water straight up, and found himself in a super 
king size bed.
Vin could not decide whether the sheets were, satin, silk, or super cotton.
Moving his bare skin against the fabric was almost as good as sex.
He was naked of course, with such bedsheets, wearing pajamas would be a 
crime against nature.
James was coming through the door, carrying a breakfast tray.
The separated egg omelet could not have been prepared in less than an hour.
There was fresh squeezed orange juice.
"His Lordship had a pleasing journey I trust?"
"I hate lengthy, tiring journeys." Vin deadpanned.
"So, do we summon of my social secretary after breakfast?"
"If his Lordship desires, however, it is Saturday afternoon, and your
Saturday night's are always spent at the same establishment."
"Don't tell me... let me guess... I own a whorehouse."
"Actually, it is referred to as a gentleman's club, but his Lordship is 
essentially correct."
"So tell me about this place."
"Oh, yes, his lordship's memories." James made a totally unnecessary 
passing motion
with his hand, like a stage magician.
Vin blinked, smiling.
"I see why they sent someone like me, to a place like this."

The whorehouse was located one block off of embankment street.
The bulk of the weekend crowd were navs. By tradition barge men
did not know how to spell "barge navigator" calling themselves navs.
Most everything of value, in Valhalla, grows on trees, although 
invariably, the tree grows far a away.
Sailboats, carry cargo across the open water, and up the Thames to London.
( Valhalla has no salty oceans. )
Crisscrossing the countryside are a series of canals.
There is only one town ( Far Cathay ) not reachable by boat.
Valhalla has a population of approximately two hundred fifty thousand, 
the majority
of whom work with boats in one fashion or another.
Valhalla has a ten day workweek, and a four day weekend.
Every one who is able arranges their schedule to have their sailboat, or
canal barge, tied up on the north side of the Thames come Saturday.
They bathe, put on nice clothes, heading for the whorehouse, Saturday 
night ( the heat of the day Saturday)

Vin could make money pimping the women of Valhalla, but he had better sense.
He did not wish to introduce vice as an industry in his world.
The Lazarus virus, forces women to be promiscuous , but does not force 
them into white slavery.
Vin did not make money off of the sex act itself, women charged two 
bits, keeping it.
Professional prostitutes worked for Vin, he made money off of a high-end 
expensive, kinky, sex acts.
Mainly, the whorehouse was just a big pub, where everyone had a good time.
Vin made money selling beer, bangers, and mash.
There was an open doorway connecting the bordello with the casino.

Vin felt right at home, the noise hit like a hammer. A raucous good time 
was being had by all.
Vin gravitated toward a small crowd surrounding a table in the center of 
the saloon area.
It was of course, Kathy flat on her back, taking on all comers.
James, had taken great pains to remind Vin his wives had been copied.
Vin was semi prepared emotionally, these women were physically 
identical, but there were not his wives.
It would have been highly inappropriate to copy their memories.
To do so would have put Vin in the position of pimping his wives avatars 
to sick bastards
who torture and kill for amusement.
Beatrice and Samantha, were also pulling trains.
Vin looked around managing to find Kay, sitting alone drinking a beer.
"Hi." Vin said sitting at her table.
Kay was professionally polite.
"Haven't seen you in a while."
"Have been off traveling, feel up to an hour in a room?"
"Sure, why not."

Physically it was the same Kay, but at a deeper level it was obvious she 
was not his wife.
Men have found many ways to cheat on their wives, but this, may be a 
first. Vin thought.
Vin held this Kay close, they both had memories, of doing this before.
She was Vin's friend.
 From any other woman, the question would have been self-serving.
"How come you have never taken a Queen?"
"When I meet the future queen, I will know, and it will happen."
"Will you invite me to the wedding? I will not embarrass you."
"I will never be embarrassed to admit you are my friend, you will be at 
the wedding."
( And she was. )

	[ 61Your Royal Highness, may I present Penny? ]

Beneath London ( and every other town and most villages ) lies a high 
tech subway system, usable only by the king.
Valhalla is a cylinder not a sphere, still there are polar opposites.
London is on the prime meridian, Henderson Island on the day/date line, 
directly overhead.
London is as far north of the "equator" as Henderson Island is south.
( Valhalla has three suns, the equator lies beneath the center one. )
It took Vin twenty minutes to travel from the basement of his palace in 
London,
to his manor house on Henderson Island.
The same trip by sailboat takes twenty days
	_____

The headmistress had an appointment with Vin.
"As you know we have a tradition of the right of mandamus here in Valhalla,
the monarch has certain duties and privileges."
"Such as?" Vin asked in as neutral a tone as he could manage.
Realizing his artificial memories were deliberately incomplete,
he was about to find out how incomplete.
"When an underclass girl, chooses to become a woman,
we have a traditional way to accomplish this."
"And what might that be?" Vin knew, with terrible certainty, what he 
would hear next.
"You have lunch with her, if you find her acceptable, we escort her to 
your bedroom after dinner."
"And if I find her unacceptable?"
"She will probably open a vein in her bath."
"You are joking, right?"
"Why would I joke about such a thing?"
"And you are telling me this now, so I will be prepared in the future?"
"The girl is waiting, as soon as you tell Charles where you will take 
lunch, we will bring her to you."

Vin was sitting behind a, white wrought iron glass topped, table in the 
solarium.
"Your Royal Highness, may I present Penny?"
It was the hardest thing Vin had ever done in his long life, maintaining 
a straight face,
as he studied the small child standing before him.
She could not be more than four feet tall.
Vin knew nothing of children, he could not begin to guess her age, body 
weight, or what class she was in school.
She was dressed in a grade schoolgirls uniform.
Clearly she was a grade school girl.
If she had breasts, they were hidden beneath her starched blouse and 
sweater.
Her pipe cleaner legs were hidden beneath a white leotard.
Her plaid skirt fell below her knees.
She was wearing white bobby socks and black patent leather shoes.
Penny was well named, she had copper colored hair.

She was the most beautiful child Vin had ever seen.
In addition to her débutante child beauty, you could see signs of the 
beautiful woman she would grow into.
But most of all Vin Could see the sparkle in her lovely green eyes.
Penny was not a dull child, her presence filled the room, like a bright 
lamp, in a dark cavern.
If she had this much psychic energy at her age, what would she be like 
as a mature woman?
"Penny, would you care to join me for lunch?"
"Yes your Majesty."
Vin stood as Charles held the chair for her.
Vin waited until the others left.
"Penny, if we are to become friends, when we are alone, you must call me 
Vin."
"Yes Vin."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes."
"You are big enough?"
"Yes." She replied shyly, obviously understand the true question.
"I was given a physical, they take measurements, to make sure the King 
is not asked to do the impossible."
"I am unusually large." She declared proudly, with no sign of embarrassment.
"But then they say that King is also." She added as an afterthought.
"You have no fear of pain or bleeding?"
( Vin was desperately trying to talk her out of it. )
"The pain will pass quickly, the bleeding proves I have waited for you."
"They teach you all this in school?"
"Oh, yes, I got straight A's in sex participation,
I was selected to hold the biology teachers, and the butler's robes,
as they gave the live demonstration." She said proudly.
"In front of the class?"
"Of course, the teacher cleans off her desk, and puts down a pad for them.
"How else can we learn?"
"I see." Vin said, realizing he probably never would.
He was positive, if he asked Penny why it was called sex participation, 
she would give him a detailed account.
His mind shied away from the images the speculation was producing.
"What about boys?" Vin asked hoping to change to a safe subject.
"The headmistress has the duty of changing them into men."
"She seems to be holding up well enough, under the strain of it." Vin 
observed dryly.
Penny giggled.
"Yes, It is the only time she ever sleeps with less than two of them."
"Two boys every night?"
"That's what they claim, upperclassmen, do not usually talk about such 
things with us underclass girls."
"But that will change soon." Penny smiled, looking Vin in the eye.
My god what am I going to do? Vin thought.
Where I come from, they give you jail time for molesting high school girls.
Mandatory prison terms, for middle school girls,
and five years in the electric chair for even thinking about fucking 
grade school girls.

Vin had no memory of the rest of the meal, other than his surprise at 
finding what a
charming conversationalist Penny was.
The young lady was obviously receiving an excellent education.
Vin had fuzzy memory of the rest of the day as well.

There is a complex piece of code running on the home computer,
all of the upperclassman living on the second floor fill out a sexual 
preference questionnaire,
listing desirability and other factors.
Other factors being things like: Do you desire a menage de twa?
Upperclassman were expected to spend eight nights out of the ten with 
different women.
Boys are matched with, the headmistress, one of their teachers, or one 
of the female staff.
Girls were matched with Vin, the Butler, or one of the high school seniors.
There were 2.7 boys for each girl, adding in a female staff reduced the 
ratio to about two to one.
Most of women simply requested two boys each night, so things generally 
came out even.

The manor house on Henderson Island is ultra traditional in its 
architecture.
There is a rat's warren of rooms and hallways in the basement for the staff.
The first floor is dining rooms, ballrooms, libraries, and game rooms.
The second floor is small bedrooms for the upperclassmen and upper-class 
women.
Vin, the headmistress, and the butler, Charles, live on the third floor.
Underclass boys and girls live in basement dormitory rooms.
They and their teachers take their meals in the staff cafeteria.
Everyone living in the basement wears a uniform of one sort or another.

Dinner for second and third floor residents at the Manor House, is 
black-tie or white-tie formal, everyone dresses appropriately.
Vin sits at the head of the table, the headmistress at the far end.
The headmistress is in charge of seating assignments,
young men and women, in elegant clothing, sit as couples down both sides 
of the long table.
The butler, as is to be expected, acts as headwaiter.

There was an electric tension in the air.
They all know, Vin thought.
Every young lady at the table was watching him intently, looking away 
rapidly, if they thought he noticed.
The young men were smiling at their plates, as though Vin had told an 
especially dirty joke.
I wonder which two she will pick tonight?
Vin wondered with his new found knowledge.
( She did not pick, the computer program chose for her. )
Vin was unable to remember whether he had the fish, or the beef, that night.
The meal ended officially when Vin tossed in his napkin and stood.
Everyone stood with him.
Every eye followed him as he left the room.
They did not leave him waiting long, within minutes there was a knock at 
the door.

It was Penny, Headmistress, and Joan the biology teacher.
Vin stepped back, Penny walked into the room, Headmistress and Joan 
turned leaving without saying a word.
Penny was holding a tiny lady's business suit on a hanger, covered with 
dry cleaner plastic.
As soon as Vin closed the door she hung it on the doorknob.
Penny took hold of two fingers on Vin's hand, as she led him across the 
room.
She stopped in front of the Ottoman, turning around slowly.
"Lift me up." She requested.
Vin slid his hands under her armpits, lifting her easily.
She did not weigh more than sixty pounds!
"Let me help you with those." She said, pointing at Vin's cuff links.
Penny understood French cuffs, Cuff links, tuxedo shirt studs, and how 
to hand tie a bow tie
Vin was amazed. Soon his shirt was hanging open.
"Help me with mine." Penny said raising her slender arms.
Vin reached down slowly pulling her small sweater up over her head.
"My buttons next."
Penny smiled, watching Vin's fingers tremble as he reached for the first 
button.
There were twenty or thirty small pearl button with rounded tops.
There were four of them on each cuff.
Penny raised her hands over her head without saying a word.
Vin pulled the tiny cotton blouse off.
Penny was not wearing a training bra. She was naked from the waist up.
Her two tiny breasts were the size of fried eggs.
Her small nipples were a rock hard, as Vin leaned forward, kissing them 
tenderly.
Penny hopped down off of the Ottoman.
"Sit."
Vin sat.
Penny picked up one of Vin's legs, standing on either side of it, as 
though she were shoeing a horse.
Her slender fingers had his shoe laces undone in an instant.
She cupped the palm of one hand under the back of his shoe, pulling it 
off with a practiced ease of a shoe store clerk.
She stuck two thumbs inside the top of Vin's sock, sliding it off his 
foot in a smooth motion.
How can she know all this, and still be a virgin? He wondered.
She sat on Vin's chest, reaching down, undoing his belt and zipper.
Do they actually have them practice this in school?
Clearly she had done this before.
"Up."
They traded places.
Penny held up one foot.
There was a concealed snap, at the end of the strap.
Vin was acutely aware he was much less graceful than Penny.
She did not seem to mind.
She arched her back, pulling her plaid skirt up around her armpits.
"The leotard next."
She arched her back a second time so Vin could pull the tight fitting 
garment away.
"Now the panties."
She smiled, watching Vin's expression as he reached for the tiny cotton 
undergarment.
She let Vin get a good look, standing slowly turning around, placing 
both hands on the Ottoman, like a cop car.
( Vin was desperately trying to banish images of cop cars from his mind. )
"There is a button at the top."
Indeed there was, and a zipper just below it.
Penny reached back, holding the tiny skirt in place, turning to face Vin.
She stood, smiling at Vin's erection, slowly raising her eyes to his 
face, savoring the lust she saw there.
Maintaining eye contact with him, she raised her hands.
Her tiny plaid skirt fell to the floor.
They were both naked.
Penny's pubic hair was copper colored.
"Carry me to bed."
Vin carried her in his arms, feeling the warmth of her against his 
chest, his erection pushing against her spine.
He laid her gently on the bed.
She scooted over making room for Vin.
Vin had intended to kiss her thoroughly and tenderly.
"Take me now." She commanded.
She spread her legs, reaching down, guiding him in.
Vin started to enter her slowly, fearful he would hurt her.
With a sudden upward lunge of her hips, she forced him into her.
She gave a startled gasp as her hymen ruptured.
"Are you all right?" Vin asked, holding very still.
She did not answer, she threw her arms around him, and began fucking him.
Vin felt wetness, knowing it was her blood.
She was looking up at him, her face filled with love, as he added to her 
wetness.

Penny was insatiable, she had obviously studied images on Hindu temples.
She wanted to try every conceivable position. It more than a homework 
assignment, she was interested in what pleased her,
and what pleased Vin.
She was a four foot hedonist, turned loose in a sexual candy store.
Vin did not get any sleep that night.

In the morning Penny shared the shower with Vin. They needed an 
especially good shower,
they had Penny's blood all over each other. Penny was obviously a proud 
of her accomplishment.
( The sheets looked like a scene from a slasher movie. )
Amongst other things they washed each others backs, at least Penny 
washed as much of Vin's back as
she could reach.
She did not even glance at her old school uniform, laying scattered on 
the floor.
She put on her micro sized, ladies business suit, looking like a million 
gold.
She motioned for Vin to bow, parallel to the floor, kissing him sweetly 
on the lips, walking out the door,
without a backward glance.

Vin sat for a long time thinking about what he had just done.
They were building a weapon.
He was under no illusion, Penny was the weapon, the rest of Valhalla was 
just window dressing.
Well over ninety percent of the Reality Lords were men. They would find 
Penny irresistible.
They would also enjoy switch hitting. Being the Headmistress, as 
she/they were gang fucked by an army of small boys.
The Reality Lords would buy the Valhalla slice in large numbers.
The hobbits would win the war, innocents would no longer be tortured, 
good would triumph over evil.

Realizing all this, Vin still felt anger, they had loaded him with false 
memory.
Memory of a childhood spent in Methodist Sunday school.
They had not given him false memories of a Jesuit education, fearful he 
would refuse outright.
( Or, more likely do it without remorse. )
Vin's false memories gave him absolute conviction:
Anyone who fucked eight-year-old girls, should be hanged by their testicles.
Vin felt guilt, sin, shame and lust in cascading tidal waves as he was 
fucking an eight-year-old girl.

What he felt, as he experienced Penny's body, was the trailer, of an 
emotional book cover.
A marketing effort selling, the new nano tech slice to the Reality Lords.
Vin knew he should feel good, but he was unable.

The left side of Vin's brain had no problem with the issue.
Things were much wetter during the last Ice Age, North Africa was a vast 
savanna, covered with herbivores, and life forms
that preyed upon them.
At the top of the food chain was nomadic tribes of humans.
Savannas produce nomadic warriors.
There can be no defense, living in an animal skin tent.
Defense is active offense, cut through the side of your neighbors tent, 
kill him as he sleeps, enslave his family.
The worst of the worst rise to the very top.
In time the savanna produced its own local Genghis Khan, just in time 
for massive climatic change.
The warrior tribes had two choices, extinction or migration to the only 
place that would support their numbers,
the Nile River Valley.
The outcome was never in doubt, they conquered, enslaving the local tribes.
Slaves usually prevail, they have time and breeding potential as the two 
major weapons.
Their third weapon is religion. A slave religion is always the mirror 
image of the master's religion.
The Egyptians believed in multiple gods, and brother sister marriages.
The Hebrew Yahweh cult held there was one God, disapproving of most 
things of a sexual nature.
After the Hebrews were run out of town, they discovered their own river 
in the desert, founding their own culture and religion.
Judaism begat Christianity, producing the morals and mores filling Vin's 
head.
As the left side of Vin's brain finished its history lesson, the right 
side replied:

"Nana nana ah naugh, you fucked a grade schoolgirl! They're going to 
hang you by your nuts!"

Hello central. Vin thought.
"You rang?"
Yes James, I have some memories, I want to get rid of.
"Memories Sir?"
Don't crack wise with me, I am not in the mood.
You helped them fill my head with false memories.
I remember getting a lapel pin, for perfect attendance in Sunday school.
Sunday school I never attended.
So now, you can delete the damn things, with the same enthusiasm you had 
when you stuffed them into me in the first place!
"Very good Sir."
"There, is that better, Sir?"
Yes I feel better now, although not as good as I had hoped.
I think I would like more false memories.
"More false memories? Sir?"
Yes, There must be thousands of people wandering around Valhalla with 
memories of graduating from Henderson high school.
"His lordship wishes to remember, graduating from Henderson High?"
Yes, I am determined to have a good time with Penny, without feeling 
guilty about it.
"There, is that better, Sir?"
Ah yes, much better, thank you.
I will be on the second floor if you need me.

Vin had an appointment with Joan.
She arrived right on time, wearing a bathrobe.
Vin wondered if she was there to have sex with him.
"As you know, the Monarch has certain duties and privileges." The 
biology teacher explained.
Where have I heard that before?
Who do I have sex with this time?" He wanted to know.
"Me."
"I'll bet you were captain of the debating team."
"No, but I fucked the captain of the debating team.
"Let me help you get undressed, so we can get you into your bathrobe."
Vin was disinclined to argue with Joan, she did not have the one in a 
hundred million,
beauty of Beatrice, more of a one in a million beauty.
She managed to stroke most of the length of his erection, as she moved 
her hand to the top of his zipper.
She pointed at the Ottoman, Vin lay on his back, she had his belt undone 
in a flash.
She pulled his pants and underwear off, leaving his dark socks and shoes 
in place.
She took note of his puzzled expression.
"More photographic." She observed, smiling at the effect her words had 
on his erection.
In no time at all, Vin found himself strolling down the hallway arm in 
arm with an incredibly beautiful woman,
on his way to fuck her, as other people watched.
"So, we're on our way to film a blue movie?"
"We are on our way to the sex participation class."
Vin did not consider himself an exhibitionist, although he probably had 
more public sex, then any exhibitionist who ever lived.
"I am not a stud horse!"
"Relax, stud, I am the only mare you have to service today."
"And who will be watching?"
"Stare deeply into my eyes, ignore them, you will do just fine."
Without his "new" memories, Vin could not have done it.

It was a standard grade school classroom, with the alphabet scrolling 
around the walls, above the blackboards.
This was obviously a biology class, covering half the blackboard, at the 
front of the class, was a poster showing the
inside of a three foot long flaccid penis. Beside the penis was a poster 
of the female reproductive system, womb, vagina, ovaries and fallopian 
tubes were all identified with pointing arrows and labels, just like the 
dissected penis.
Vin and Joan stood in their bathrobes at the front of the class, 
blocking the view of the posters, no one seemed to mind.

"Class, today is the final day of the sex participation class, we will 
conclude the class with the live demonstration."
Vin was convinced the ruler, stapler, and bud vase with plastic flower, 
were there, just so the teacher could clear them away.
She nodded to a boy who came forward holding a large bundle,
it was a rolled up backpackers pad, which the teacher carefully unrolled 
on her desk, smiling knowingly at Vin and Joan.
She nodded to a young girl with blonde hair, and bright blue eyes.
The young girl had her blue eyes focused on Vin and Joan with laser 
light intensity.
Joan slid out of her bathrobe handing it to the young girl, who walked 
over standing, looking up at Vin expectantly.
Vin was aware of his elevated heart rate, and the fact that every eye 
and the room was trained on him.
He had performed sexually with over three thousand people watching.
This was different somehow.
Vin handed in his bathrobe to the young girl, who rewarded him by 
staring at his nine inch erection.

Joan climbed onto the desk with great dignity, spreading her legs.
Vin joined everyone else, staring at her womanhood, she was definitely a 
true blonde.
Vin became aware attention had been transferred to his erection.
He steeped forward, Joan pulled her legs back together, giving Vin
room for his, knees as he climbed up on a desk top with her.

"Gather around everyone, special volunteers to the front." The teacher 
ordered.
Vin crawled forward, his face directly above Joan's.
Men cheat on their wives, for this moment, the look of lust, 
willingness, and expectation.
Vin was starting to reach back, to guide his erection, when he felt a 
small hand grasp him.
He looked back, it was the blonde girl with the laser blue eyes.
She smiled at him nodding.
Two "special volunteer" boys stepped forward holding Joan's vaginal lips 
open.
Having very little choice in the matter, Vin moved forward, as a small 
hand guided him into Joan's warm and willing vagina.
She began a rocking motion, that reminded Vin of a woman he loved, a 
universe away.
The act was reminiscent of Thursday night's on their over engineered 
coffee table.
Public sex before an attentive audience.
But this was more than that, this audience was not attentive, it was 
mesmerized.
Vin held back, he figured he would let himself come, when the audience 
grew restless.
Joan's smile increased as he held back.
Vin finally gave up, his knees were hurting
The room full of tiny sex maniacs in training, had an unlimited 
attention span.

As Vin came, he felt the rubber tip of the pointer touch him above his 
testicles.
"Notice the movement of the testicles, and the muscle contraction in 
this region,
you can observe the prostate contracting as he ejaculates."
Vin looked into Joan's eyes, seeing laughter there.
Vin pulled out slowly, ignoring the rubber tip as it touched his penis.
"Notice the ejaculate as it drips ...."
He ignored the background lecture as well.

"Have you made plans for lunch yet?"
"My place or yours?"
"Mine."
"Done."

Joan obviously expected lunch to be served in Vin's gigantic bedroom.
She seemed surprised at his choice of the solarium.
"I bring all my women here." Vin said to her unspoken question.
"Am I one of your women?"
"I am hoping to seduce you."
"I would think you would have more sex than you could handle."
"True, but what you are overlooking, is, I am not a pedophile."
"A pedo... ?"
"A sexual preference for prepubescent children." Vin offered.
"Why would anyone feel a need for such a word?"
"Where I come from, they obviously feel a need."
"You don't find Penny sexually attractive?"
"She is probably the sexiest female, I have ever met.
But I am unwilling to turn myself into a pedophile, so here I am forcing 
my attentions on the staff."
He was rewarded with a most curious smile.
"And I thought I was the only one."
"How so?"
"We seem to be the only two non-pedos in residence.
I have to bribe the butler to have sex with me."
"What do you bribe him with?"
Joan, gave Vin a searching look, while maintaining a Mona Lisa smile.
"He likes to watch while I have sex with Winston."
"Winston the bulldog?!"
"Yes."
"So if I steal you away from the Butler, poor Winston will suffer?"
"Most likely."
"Well we can't have that, cruelty to animals is inexcusable."

"Winston is probably in front of the fireplace downstairs." Joan offered,
giving Vin one of the sexiest smiles he had ever received.
"Let's go see." Vin responded.

Once again Vin found himself strolling down the hallway arm in arm with
an incredibly beautiful woman, on his way to have kinky sex.
Vin, Joan and Winston spent most of a day and a night, in Vin's giant 
bedroom.
They sent out for room service several times.
Winston moved in immediately, living under Vin's gigantic bed.

Joan kept leaving feminine items scattered about his room,
items the staff seemed unable to put away correctly.
Vin suggested Joan keep her things in the Queen's bedroom.
Within a week the three of them were cohabiting.

It took Penny longer, she started doing her homework in the Queen's bedroom.
A couple of times a week, she would join Joan and Vin.
Joan treated Penny like a daughter. With his "new" memories Vin 
thoroughly enjoyed
the mother-daughter threesome, even though Penny would invariably lose 
school work or at item of clothing.
Vin knew was being conned, but he went along with it.
There was a small "maids day room" adjacent to the Queen's bedroom, Vin 
suggested
Penny kept her things there, so they would not get lost.

Winston continued living under Vin's bed, although he would always
visit Penny when she was doing her home work.

Vin and Joan were lying in bed together.
"You know you are ignoring your duties."
"What am I doing now?"
"It's more a case of what you're not doing now."
"Ok. What am I not doing now?"
"The building is full of young ladies who are hurt by your rejection of 
them."
"I am not rejecting them."
"What are you doing?"
"Can't the Butler take care of this?
"The Butler is staff, you are the King. Only the King can reassure the 
young ladies, they are sexy and
worthy of a gentleman's love.
"Ok, what do I need to do?"
"I will take care of it."

	 _____

	[ 62 Your Royal Highness, may I present Edith? ]


What Joan took care of for Vin was programming the home computer.
She put in a preference for "adult" women.
The problem was, the higher priority placed on individual requests.
Vin could say he preferred blonds, but a redhead who asked for him by 
name would have her wish granted.
Vin found himself having sex with large numbers of very young women.
The period from three in the afternoon, till six in the evening, was 
special.
This was the mink breeding part of the day.
Fourteen year olds will find opportunities for sex, regardless of 
circumstances.
Vin was awestruck, watching them in action, they needed no encouragement.

What was hidden from the student body was the amount of input the 
teachers had.
If left to their own devices, teenagers will form clicks, not giving 
each other the time of day.
The "random" selection program was not random at all, the deck was 
stacked, students who did not like each were deliberately paired together.
Students were expected to deal with the medical necessity of all other 
students, failure to do so was a serious offense.
Students who would not conform, were returned to the junior student 
dormitory, wearing a "little kids" school uniform.
Lazarus demanded promiscuity, students were preparing for adult life in 
a world ruled by Lazarus.
A world with a death penalty for selfish sexual behavior.
	 _____

"Your Royal Highness, may I present Edith?"
"Edith, would you care to join me for lunch?"

Edith was definitely not Penny, comparisons would be unfair.
She was taller, older, possibly ten or eleven.
She shared with Penny the ability to look like a child in one instant, a 
woman the next.
Edith would obviously grow into a tall beautiful woman.
She had her business casual clothes on a hanger.
She marched into the center of the room, holding up her arms, to be 
undressed.
She did lay on the Ottoman, allowing Vin access to her leotard and shoes.
While Vin was undressing himself, she climbed into bed.
Like Penny she was not interested in lengthy foreplay.
She had a small packet of personal lubricant concealed in her palm.
Vin opened it and handed it back to her, holding himself with one hand, 
while she lubricated the tip.
"I am ready." She declared.
She had more problem with pain and bleeding than Penny, and less 
interest in Hindu temple sexual possessions.
Still she kept Vin up for hours. ( He did not mind. )

	_____

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 husky as she climaxed.
As boys finished with Penny, and girls finished with Vin, the floor 
became littered
with pint sized copulating couples.
Vin felt quite at home, small people were having a petite Fleet Week, in 
his bedroom.

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