I recommend that you read Chapter 1 first. Thank you again to Jenna112211 for editing.
A history lesson
After a short while the Goddess came in and sat in the other chair. A Princess brought in a tray carrying a pot of tea with cups, sugar and cream. We drank for a while and then the Goddess told me their story.
"We were the cream of the Russian women's Olympic team. I was the gymnastics coach. We were expected to scoop the pool, but the US beat us by just a few medals. Despite what we felt was a great record of success, we were heavily criticised on our return. Wherever we went we were criticised and ridiculed. We were rejected socially and no one would employ us. After a while a group of us decided that the only other option for a group with our physical capacity was in the military. The Army created a special brigade for us - it was called the Lady Brigade. We did our best to impress, but unfortunately we were too good. We could run faster and lift more than the males, and we could defeat them in all forms of hand-to-hand combat. We embarrassed them and thus became a threat to military unity. Again we were criticised. I think this was because although we were physically superior to almost all other Russians, we still could not dominate the world. We therefore became a reminder to the public that Russia was not the best country in the world. We were reviled. Despite what I believe to be our physical beauty, we are regarded as unattractive, even repulsive, to Russians. We became the lowest on the scale, as we are the best physical specimens, and because we are the ones who are considered to have shamed Russia. That is why the tattoo that we gave you yesterday will be so effective - you are beneath even us. I sincerely regret that we had to do this to you, but we need you, and we had to do what was necessary for us to survive."
"Survive?" I said, "You seem to be doing so..."
The Goddess continued: "You need to get out of the habit of interrupting. Let me continue. We decided our only option was to live separately from other Russians. We have all the money we can use and we bought the entire northern part of this island outright. We have built a luxury home here, and we have all we need except...we are a whole generation of Russia's healthiest females, we are heterosexual and we have powerful libidos. We are all desperate for sex. We discussed it and decided we could manage with just one man, provided he is highly sexual. We liked the laid-back attitude of the Australians we met in the Olympics and other international competitions. One of us saw you in Khuzhir and then saw you asset off northwards, so we moved all the signs so you would end up coming here. When you walked in last night [could it have been only last night??], we had a meeting and decided unanimously that you would be the one. You told me you had no-one that would miss you or come looking for you, and we all liked you.
The velvet glove
"While we have taken your freedom, we will do almost anything within our power to keep you happy. We can obtain almost any commodity you could imagine. We have a huge and very comfortable house. We have doctors who can look after your health needs. We will indulge almost any fantasy we can for you, and we can keep you in luxury in most respects. You and I will meet at intervals at which time you can speak openly, ask any question you want. The conditions are simple and necessary: you can never leave for any reason whatsoever, because that would compromise our security; you must obey us so we can ensure that security and because we are naturally dominant; you must keep yourself fit because your duties will be constantly physically demanding; and you must satisfy our need for sex because that's why we have you. Do you have any questions now?"
"Yes". I said, "I have a few: Where is this huge house? Will I get any breaks? How do I distinguish between the Princesses if they are all called 'Princess'? It is going to be just sex or can I develop a relationship with them? I feel that that would be better for me and for all of you."
"You have already seen a little of the house. Let me show you more." And she walked me back to the entrance, turned into a side room and went down some stairs. If I was expecting a cellar then I was wrong. This was an underground mansion with huge open spaces, or rather, caverns. The Goddess walked me around what seemed only a fraction of the building, but what I saw was enough to house a royal family. In several places there were elevators going up to the surface. She took me up a few of the elevators and at the top of each one was what looked outside like a rough stone or timber building, but fitted with modern fittings and security devices inside. I saw at least two huge elevators with several cars parked at the bottom of each. One of them was my own faithful Lada.
"You will belong to each princess for three hours. You will do anything - anything at all, that they tell you to do, and you will then have an hour to recover and prepare for the next. That will happen four times each day, five days a week. You can discuss with them what you will do during their time, but their word will be final. You can call them by name, such as 'Princess Katya', if they give you permission. Those who don't give permission you will address only as 'Princess'. If you can't distinguish between some then you'll just not know which is which. That will be your problem, not ours. I will not be giving you my permission so you will call me 'Goddess'. There's only one Goddess, so that should not confuse you."
"No, Goddess."
"Also you will have some time off on the weekends. I may have a job for you myself, or I may allocate you to one or more Princesses, or I may give you other duties on the weekends, but you will have some time to yourself as well. Is that to your liking? The correct answer is yes."
"Yes Goddess."
For the rest of the day Princesses took turns taking me around the house, walking and then driving around the entire area. I was stared at a great deal, but there was no touching - I presumed that they had been instructed not to touch. They showed me where the limits were, and the larger stone building on the edge of the property where deliveries from outside were made. My initial opinion had been that this was a venture that was obviously fake because it could not possibly succeed, but when I saw the complexity of the organisation, I started to understand its potential. I asked one very petite Princess how I should address her.
"Anya", she replied.
"Thank you Princess Anya." I would have a lot of learning and remembering to do - I didn't even know yet how many Princesses there were! I had a little time to relax, and at one stage I went into the bathroom to see how I looked. I saw the tattoo on the left side of my forehead. It was similar to the Venus symbol (♀), but the top was a crescent instead of a circle. It seemed appropriate for a brigade of Asian ladies.
We had dinner in what they called the great hall. I was able to count 35 Princesses. The Goddess told me that I would get a restful night again that night, but tomorrow I would start servicing the Princesses, four a day. I wasn't keen on the word 'servicing', but kept my mouth shut. Five days of sex with beautiful women four times a day. Every week. It sounded like a great job looked at that way ... if only I could keep up with it.
After dinner I was shown to my new quarters with a huge ensuite including a luxury bathroom and a well-stocked wardrobe. I got undressed and climbed into the bed. I lay there for a long while thinking of my past life and comparing it with my new destiny. I couldn't think of anything in my past that I would miss. I decided I had to throw myself heart and soul into this new life. If I had to be a sex toy pet, I'd be the best damn one ever!
First day, No 1: Betty-Sue
I was woken by a knock on the door at 7:30 the next morning. It was not a knock asking for permission to enter - the Goddess and one Princess were already in the room. Clearly the knock had been to wake me. I was told to be ready in half an hour on the dot. Ready meant showered and dressed in a black suit. I should not have anything to eat or drink first. This was Princess Tatiana who was happy to be called by name and she would be back at eight sharp. OK, I got the picture.
I found the suit amongst a vast range of clothes and managed to be ready just in time. When I say just in time, I mean that I walked out of my dressing room to the bedroom and saw the digital clock tick over to 8:00 just as I did. And exactly as the clock ticked over, there was a knock on the door. Was this rigid punctuality the standard here, or we she desperately keen not to waste a second? I would find out.
I opened the door and saw something that belonged in
American Graffiti
or
Happy Days
. Tatiana, already a petite and beautiful girl, was now wearing a short flared dress complete with masses of petticoats, bobbysox and pink shoes, a white shirt and long blonde hair in a ponytail. She spoke to me in perfect English. "I am 23 years old, but think of me as 'sweet 16 and never been kissed'. (By the way, I am a virgin so there may be blood the first time.) My name will be Betty-Sue and you will call me that, and not Princess or Tatiana, for our time together today. You are an eager date wanting to get at least to first base. Enthusiastic but inexperienced is the effect I am looking for. I will try to stop you but you must persist. Do you understand?"
Did I understand? Had she been watching like a fly on the wall last time I had tried to seduce a girl? Clumsy but enthusiastic and persistent? I wouldn't have to put on an act. I told her I understood. Immediately, she blew out a bubblegum bubble and the image was complete.
She then spoke in a US accent, telling me that she wanted a burger and milkshake. Burger and milkshake at 8am? OK, if that's what you want. She took my hand and skipped off to the dining room, where two other Princesses wearing roller skates were waiting to serve us. A Bobby Vee song was playing although the dining room wasn't the completely appropriate visual image. Betty-Sue/Tatiana chatted brightly about school. It seemed there really was a school here, but unlike 1950s US this was mainly via VideoConferencing and they studied at rather a more advanced level. Betty-Sue was bright, bubbly, and convincing in her role. All I wanted was to get into her pants, both in reality and in my role, so I guess I was convincing too. I put my arm round her waist and got a push and a morality lecture for my troubles. I decided to wait for a few minutes before fulfilling my responsibilities.
After we had finally noisily sucked the very last dregs out of our milkshakes through the straws, Betty-Sue took me into another room where we sat and watched a huge TV. Not as big as a movie screen, but not too far from it. We watched cartoons and ate popcorn, then a black and white 50s teen movie screened. I wasn't interested in the movie, so I decided to get back to my role. I put my arm around her waist, and she said stop it, but didn't push me away. I then tried a trick I saw in a movie once, and slid my hand under the back of her blouse to try and undo her bra. No go there - she wasn't wearing one. OK; now to plan B.
I thought a clumsy teenager would probably lean forward to kiss her, so I tried that. My timing was wrong and Betty-Sue leaned away at exactly the same moment, so I just leaned further and ended up kissing her ear. I then put my hand on her knee. She slapped my face, but didn't move my hand, so I moved it a couple of inches upwards. No reaction. A few minutes later she laughed at something in the movie and her legs drifted apart a couple of inches and so I used the movement to crib another couple of inches. My hand was now under her skirt (and the petticoats), and although she must have been aware of it, she didn't react at all.
I slowly leaned forwards and whispered in her ear, "Can we dance afterwards?" She turned to answer and I got a quick kiss in as she said yes. In the process of her turning and the kiss my hand somehow slid further up her thigh. I thought like a teenager (I had some memories of that period of my life) and thought that if I crooked just my little finger a little I might be able to touch her panties. No go - no panties either. Instead I felt just a little bit of fur.
