The High Patriarch smiled. The advisory committee’s report had been a joy to read. He’d approved every one of their recommendations. He couldn’t wait to see their results.

His smile broadened. His plan had worked. His clandestine research funding hadn’t simply worked, it had changed everything. He was amazed no one had managed to trace the pathogen back to him or to the secret research team he’d funded. Even his cult’s advisory committee had no idea that he was the one who had funded the creation of the virus.

He mused. He probably shouldn’t have sent the anonymous tip to the advisory committee of his own cult. It was a ridiculous thing to do. Still, he’d always focused on doing what was fun. He thought sending an anonymous tip to his own cult’s advisory committee was hilarious. It was hard to argue with the results of his lifelong focus on fun and fucking. His instincts had gotten him quite far. For years he’d been swimming in money. Now he was also swimming in obedient terrified pussy.

He looked down at the ten nude nubile women who were obediently kneeling in front of him. Each one was a spectacular beauty in her 20s. Each one was his to command for the rest of his life.

He gestured to the closest one. She was 20, with a drop-dead gorgeous body and a perfect face framed by her blonde hair. Her magnificent tits were large and perky. Like all of the other women, her cunt was shaved smooth. Not long ago she’d had a loving boyfriend, her own small place, and a promising career. Her new life revolved around desperately pleasing her new master.

In fear she immediately sidled up and gently fished out his cock. She began sucking his cock and prepared to swallow his seed. The other women fearfully looked on as their harem-sister expertly blew their master. The surrounding paddles, whips, and canes reminded every girl of what would be happening to them when they were not sexually servicing their master. They all knew they would be obeying, receiving punishment, and sexually servicing him for the rest of their lives.

THE END

Author’s Notes:

This is an intentionally experimental story format. It’s different from my other works. Most of the text in this story is intentionally clinical and detached. For example, in the report I employed the clinical terms “male” and “female” instead of “man” and “woman.” I did include a few traditional story structures to give a glimpse, but only a glimpse, of the horrors being clinically discussed. I want each of my stories to be interesting and creative. I hope this story worked for you.

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