Idiokti̱sía, Ypi̱réti̱s, Políti̱s Ch. 12

Caribbean Cruise

Jill and Karen spent three weeks gathering a pool of research volunteers, only approaching the hottest babes they could find. Many may have been initially timid about going to a hotel lobby to give a sample of blood. However, after one or two visits, treated professionally, earning a hundred bucks each time, most dropped their guard. With each blood sample, they answered psychological surveys that measured their intelligence and disposition. Marsha chipped in to help collate the data. At the end of three weeks they had close to two hundred regulars, none of whom had met Mitch or had been influenced by the medallion. At this point Mitch met with each one personally. All two hundred were enthralled and observed for four more weeks. Karen suggested a uniform enthrallment text that Mitch extended, but stuck to for all the participants. The idea was to see if enthrallment had any physically measurable effect on the volunteers. Mitch couldn't help but tinker a bit with their sexuality.

"Ypi̱réti̱s, you have been selected to participate in the next phase of the study. You will return here two times each for the next four weeks. You will continue giving a sample and filling out a survey at every visit. You will continue to be paid for each visit. You will cooperate with the research staff in every way and be completely candid in your responses to the surveys. Ypi̱réti̱s, your libido will now kick into overdrive and your pussy will demand regular taming throughout the day and night. However for the remainder of the study you will refrain from all sexual activity with any partners. You will instead rely exclusively on your hands alone to sooth the inescapable urges between your legs. Your solo adventures will be completely satisfying, keeping you happy, fulfilled, and content. At the end of this next phase you will be either selected for further study or dismissed with a one thousand dollar payment."

To keep the throughput smooth, Karen worked out a schedule to keep the volunteer testing spread out across the week. The volunteers all rearranged their schedules to comply with Karen's instructions. The surveys became increasingly intrusive and personal, with questions about their health, family, sexual history, and personal habits. But the volunteer servants did not notice, their compliance now inescapable. During each visit, a volunteer was instructed to masturbate while Marsha, Jill, or Karen took notes. Volunteers were rated on various factors such as beauty, poise, grooming, desirability, excitability, technique, ease of orgasm, rest needed between orgasms, and comfort with being watched. For promising volunteers, all three evaluators would attend a few sessions, providing constructive criticism on what they saw, collaborating on the evaluation. All volunteers were sent home with suggestions on how to 'improve' their grooming and presentation. All were instructed to practice regularly in front of a mirror.

Of the 200 servant volunteers, 40 were identified as semifinalists. Each of these were sent to Dr. Barbara Jones for an invasive physical exam, inside and out, head to toe, every curve, nook, and cranny. Thanks to Mitch, Dr Jones had been dreaming about molesting the women spread wide on her exam table. Mitch visited her and gave her a direct order to act out her most obscene fantasies on the cooperative beauties. These special exams were conducted after hours when the rest of the clinic staff was gone for the day. That way no one would hear the volunteer's screams of ecstasy. Their detailed medical records were reported to Karen to help in the selection process. When all 40 had been examined, Dr Jones consulted with the team to provide her ranking of the semifinalists.

Mitch met with Captain Mike to make preparations for a multi week cruise. Mitch enslaved Mike and his three most trusted crewmen to ensure smooth cooperation during the trip. He also enslaved Philippè, the chef. He was given the task of stocking the boat with appropriate provisions and would accompany them on the trip. Philippè had done this before for the Andrews. It was why he was such a valuable employee. Mitch instructed the crew that they may casually enjoy anything they might see on board the Honky Tonk, but to always keep appropriate attention to their jobs.

By the end of research phase two, Jill and Karen had narrowed it down to 12 suitable subjects for phase three. The remaining women, numbering just shy of 200, were released from the study with their promised thousand dollar reward. It took several days for Mitch to release them all. To speed up the process, he met with them at the resort conference room in small groups of 2 to 5, "Ypi̱réti̱s, we thank you for your participation in the project up to this point. In your envelope you will find the payout as agreed. Your cooperation has been most helpful. It is no secret that you have all been very horny during this last phase of the study. I can see that this has brought you much pleasure and happiness. This near constant hornyness will continue to be part of you from now on, along with the rewarding contentment it brings. You truly love to be horny all the time, and you are completely at peace with all the nasty things that leads you to do."

"You are now released from the restriction to only pleasure yourself. You will receive an email with the names, phone numbers, and email addresses of the other study participants. You are free to share your sexuality with whomever you wish although you will find your greatest pleasures are found with your fellow volunteers. Should any woman on that list contact you, you will readily agree to a rendezvous. When you meet someone from the list, you are always welcome to bring a friend, male or female. Any lover of a fellow volunteer is a welcome lover to you. You will never discuss anything that happened as part of the study with anybody, even other participants. The whole experience will fade away like a curious dream. I suggest you get acquainted with the other volunteers gathered here by heading to the resort bar for a drink. Look around, you may find other volunteers already socializing. Thank you, and enjoy yourselves, Políti̱s." The 28 semi-finalists who were not selected were all taken up to Mitch's suite, enslaved, and fucked like rag dolls. He did them in small groups and formed them into the core precipitators around who the other volunteers would gather for extended parties.

All 12 finalists were instructed to notify their friends and families that they had been selected for an important clinical trial. The trial would require their isolation for several weeks. They would be at sea on a private yacht and out of touch for the entire time. All were instructed to report at a certain address by noon on a certain day. None of them were allowed to share the location with anybody. All were told to pack light, bringing only a few personal items, a few swimsuits, several nice dresses, and their passports.

The address was the Andrews mansion. That day 12 women assembled. They were the healthiest, most intelligent and naturally beautiful specimens from the two hundred. Once all together, they were ushered onto the Honky Tonk. Their bags were all stowed away while the crew made final preparations for launch. In addition to the 12 subjects, Mitch brought his five current sex slaves along.

Once exited the inland canal, heading toward open waters, Captain Mike throttled up the Honky Tonk's engines and sped towards the open ocean. Mitch gathered all the women on the aft end of the yacht and addressed them. He held off enslaving them until well out at sea, "Ypi̱réti̱s, welcome aboard. I am confident you will all have a thoroughly enjoyable time. If there is anything you need please ask. Captain Mike will be our guide for this excursion. You can visit with him or any of the crew at any time, as long as they keep appropriate attention to their duties. Also we have an exceptional chef, Philippè on board. He will be happy to provide you with any snack or drink he can from provisions. He will also serve gourmet meals which we will all eat together."

"Your things have been stowed in one of the three guest cabins. This is not necessarily the cabin in which you will be sleeping. There are no particular cabin assignments. Instead you will figure out which bed you will sleep in each night anew. At this time you should wander to the cabins to find your individual bags. First remove all your clothing and put them into the laundry bags. Then you will unpack your bags into the small closets and drawers available. Do not worry about your belongings getting mixed with the other's. Just make sure you keep your cabins picked up and tidy. After that please gather back here for your next instructions. Let's say in a half an hour."

Laughing and chatting about those last comments, the twelve women wandered down to the cabins to find their own things. Mitch's personal entourage was five strong: Jill, Karen, Marsha, Shannon, and Pris. Their things were in the main cabin. They also found their bags and stripped naked.

As soon as the Honky Tonk was out of sight of land and other boats, Mitch had all of the women gather again at the after end of the boat, his proud erection on full display, "Ypi̱réti̱s, it's time to transition the twelve of you to the next phase of the experiment. My five other slaves will be joining you at this time."

"I now want each of you to report one at a time to Karen and Jill in no particular order.

Each of you was assigned a number when you were first contacted for participation in the experiment. Jill will write your number on your lower back. This may seem unusual at first, but as I meet each of you individually you will completely understand."

One by one all twelve of the new girls plus Shannon and Pris met with Jill and Karen. Jill took a waterproof marker and drew each girl's three digit number right above her tailbone. Karen took her last blood sample before enslavement. Each one was directed to meet one-on-one with Mitch in the master cabin. Mitch had worked out the enslavement speech in advance. Karen had tried to influence the text, but Mitch silenced her with a curt, "Quiet, Idiokti̱sía. I got this." Karen drew in a sharp breath and squirmed, slipping both hands into her underwear. God she loved it when Mitch used that word on her. She was glad they were somewhere private because whenever her hands did that, it could take 45 minute to an hour to regain control over them.

As each girl met with Mitch, he directed her to lay down on her back with her tailbone at the edge of the bed, her legs up and spread, and her arms on the bed above her head, the classic posture for accepting male sexual dominance. Mitch grabbed each girl's ankles, held her legs high and wide, and stand-up fucked her while he repeated the property incantation with each stroke for over a dozen times, ensuring each one was thoroughly and inescapably converted into a sex slave, "Idiokti̱sía, Idiokti̱sía, Idiokti̱sía, Idiokti̱sía, ... Idiokti̱sía. I am acquiring you as my property and turning you into a horny harem sex slave. You are now a simple property object. You no longer need clothing, identity, possessions, or aspirations."

"Clothing: a sex slave does not wear clothing unless instructed to. Your round-the-clock nakedness will reinforce your self image as Idiokti̱sía and ensure that every part of your body is always available for the sexual gratification of others."

"Identity: For the duration of the cruise you will completely forget the name your parents gave you. As far as you can remember, your true name is Idiokti̱sía. All of your harem sisters are also named Idiokti̱sía and you will call them by that name. If for some reason you need to refer to yourself or another slave as an individual, it will be by number. Otherwise your entire sense of identity will be consumed by that of horny, compliant pleasure slave; a selfless sex object, integrated into a harem full of horny sluts."

"Possessions: Since you yourself are nothing but property, you no longer have possessions. You do not need possessions and cannot even remember actually owning anything, ever. Everything you need will be provided for you. Again, your nakedness will reinforce this. Stripped of all possessions, you are nothing but a sex slave. Idiokti̱sía, even the pussy between your legs no longer belongs to you and is freely available to others for their entertainment, pleasure, and hard core fucking."

"Aspirations: Idiokti̱sía, all your cares, worries, fears, insecurities, jealousies, and moral qualms are forgotten. You will receive further enslavement instructions as the days go by. For now, your only purpose in life is to fuck me whenever I desire, to be happy, to have fun, and to immerse yourself in boundless free-association pleasure with your fellow harem slaves. Now go to the forward deck and join your new slave sisters."

Jill, Karen and Marsha were next. Mitch sat them down together to give them an abbreviated version of the new slave spiel. They were already well integrated harem slaves. He just wanted them to forget their individual names and identities for the cruise. Jill had the number 1 scrawled on her lower back, signifying her status in the harem. Karen got the number 2. Marsha was honored with a 3.

Shannon and Pris were processed last. They received the same numbers on their tailbones, lucky 777. After several months of controlling them through proxy, Mitch formally enslaved them on the bed together, relaxing from the single-stroke rule, giving them a well deserved fuck. They started on their backs, exposed, sides touching, kissing, staring deep into each other's eyes.

Mitch switched back and forth between them, reciting special instructions of their own, changing the flavor of his weeks-long experiment on their persona, "Idiokti̱sía, it is time to stop the bad feelings between you. You are now best friends and lovers, perfectly compatible in every way. The frequent oral sex you have been sharing is now open to the entire harem. You are inseparable Idiokti̱sía, right down to the emotional and psychological level. Like the other slaves, you have forgotten who you used to be. Except now, your internal model of self is that of two unified sex slaves with the same name, Idiokti̱sía. You will remain in direct physical contact around the clock. That might mean sitting flank-to-flank when eating, scissor legged when sleeping, or simply holding hands and admiring each other's naked beauty when relaxing. Whether it is me or one of your harem sisters, you will always fuck together, coordinating your actions to become a single sexual animal with two pussies, two tongues. Idiokti̱sía, you will become very popular with the other slaves."

Mitch spent over an hour with the two slave girls, repeating fragments of their revision instructions, refining them as he went. He started having them change positions on the bed, copying each other every time. He moved on to leading them about the boat, fucking them on various pieces of furniture, introducing them to the harem and the crew as a matched pair. When he was done, the two women operated in perfect sync with each other, always licking the same things, humping with the same rhythm, ending each other's sentences, and coming at exactly the same time.

Marsha assumed the job of Cruise Director, making important decisions for the other slaves such as what color nail polish and lipstick to wear, which earrings to put on today, and which harem sisters to bed down with at night. Mitch appreciated 'orderly chaos' that Marsha fostered, and broadcast acceptance of her leadership in one of the daily all-hands-on-deck meetings. She took the job seriously and made endless pleasure for all (self included) as her number one priority. Marsha monitored each slave's personal grooming with fingers and tongue to make sure all pussies remained smooth and sweet. She revelled in her job and began organizing the orgiastic groupings taking place all over the Honky Tonk. Marsha spent plenty of time as a fully participating sex slave, swimming freestyle in ever changing piles of tangled female flesh. Other times she moved about breaking up groups of slaves from their activities and forming them into new playgroups. Sometimes she would leave groups as formed but changing what they were doing to each other. She designated a comfy lounge chair on the foredeck as the 'Pedestal' and kept a harem girl laying there masturbating all day, rotating occasionally. Marsha would randomly pick some slave, send her forward to take a turn on the Pedestal, on display for the entertainment of all onlookers, slow-cook masturbating until relieved.

There were only three double beds and one king-size bed on the Honky Tonk to accommodate 17 sex slaves plus Mitch. That meant four or five per bed. (Sometimes six or seven, if Marsha was feeling frisky.) Five women squeezed on a double sized bed made for cozy sleeping arrangements, to say the least. A slave was in constant contact with two or three other naked women all night long. If two slaves woke up horny and began fucking, it usually woke up everyone on the bed, who joined in, everyone fucking until everyone passed out from exhaustion. Marsha reassigned bedmates each night, mentally tracking who had slept where, making sure everybody slept with everybody else in the long run. Marsha ensured that Mitch accessed fresh pussy every night.

For the next few weeks, Mitch indulged himself in an all out orgy with a boatload of horny women. In the same way Jill had described how she could somehow feel when Mitch was hard, now the entire harem's sexual excitement was linked to Mitch, rising and retreating like the tide under the Honky Tonk. Whenever Mitch rested, the harem relaxed and reverted to a collection of intimate nude sorority sisters having some wonderful estrogen bonding time; laughing and dancing and playing sexy games; baring their souls, sharing secret, embarrassing details about their dreams and fantasies; preening, grooming, and shaving each other. When Mitch slept, so did the harem. If Mitch's erection rose, every cunt juiced, every nipple hardened, and every slut shivered with pleasure as a wave of sexual hunger washed over them, saturating their senses, making every slave girl eager to fuck. If Mitch got hard while asleep, every slave's dreams veered to wet sex. Whenever Mitch was actively fucking one of his slaves, every other sex slave was either compulsively masturbating or tirelessly fucking the other slaves she was with. If Mitch pulled out of one slave and wondered about the boat choosing his next, every single slave from 1 through 777 paused what she was doing, spread her knees wide, and changed her posture so her pussy was obscenely presented, then writhed in anticipation. When he chose one and thrust into her, the rest returned to whatever carnal delight had been consuming them. Every time Mitch came inside a slave, the entire harem celebrated the event by orgasming in unison with him. Even the Honky Tonk's crew smiled in appreciation of their owner's fulfillment, their cocks tracking Mitch's erections, matching his orgasms.

Lording over this closed environment, Mitch became fundamentally consumed by the power of the medallion and the advantage it gave him over his slaves. Nothing he chose to do was wrong or immoral. He became convinced that he richly deserved everything he took. Since his slaves all derived fulfillment from simply being a slave, everything was as it should be. He could take anything he wanted from anybody. This was the natural order of things. He saw no reason this should not extend well beyond the deck of this boat.

Of course Mitch enjoyed the act of indiscriminately fucking his slaves. It made him feel alive like nothing else could. He especially liked how the harem girls acted when he prowled the boat showing off his erection. They all looked at his cock with an animal hunger in their eyes. With their legs spread and their wet, willing pussies presented, 17 hony sluts writhing, eager to serve his manhood, perfectly content to wait their turn, happily masturbating and sister-fucking when not chosen, he felt like he had become a sexual god. Every harem slave he fondled, kissed, or fucked responded with rapture level pleasure. He didn't want it to end.