The Haven Institute

Caro had been awake for at least an hour, but she'd laid motionless. It was becoming a personal ritual for her, this peace before the first call came. It seemed to pass in a moment, but it was all she had to herself. There was always someone watching, and signaling that you were awake sometimes drew unwanted attention. She'd worked hard to become a Top, and it'd taken almost a year of humiliation, hardship and service.

"DISCIPLINE." The first call came out. Joe, the Director, always took the lead when a new girl came to The Haven. Remembering Katy made her shudder as she sat up in her bunk. Being a Keeper was necessary. It also meant risk. If Katy failed, so did she. If Katy fell, she would drag Caro down with her.

She had worked too hard to lose her place now.

"Discipline." replied the room full of girls. Caro craned her neck now, looking for her charge. She found her immediately, looking around curiously.

"DEDICATION." Joe called out. The fluorescent tubes in the low ceiling were flickering to life, casting a harsh light on the room.

"Dedication." The girls called back as one. Katy hesitated--but only for a second. Then her voice joined the rest, uncertain but obedient.

Caro exhaled. Good girl. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she feared.

This was her first time being Keeper, but she'd seen girls stumble straight back into Bottom in the first day as Keeper and she could not let that happen.

"SERVICE." Joe shouted. Caro wondered if she imagined the darker tone he put on this call. She looked over at Katy again, and quickly shoved down her feelings of sympathy for her. Caro couldn't warn her. Couldn't prepare her. Nothing could. She would learn like the rest of them did, in time.

"Service." The girls replied, and Caro knew she didn't imagine the forlorn tone in it. The sound of 31 girls standing up and making their beds as one filled the room. When she finished hers, she walked over to Katy and started showing her how to do it correctly. Katy greeted her with a tentative "Good morning." Caro ignored it.

"We're going to go out for physical training after this. Then we shower, trade out laundry and start Service." Caro was intentionally brusque. She didn't hate the new girl, but bottoms were only allowed to speak to Tops, and only about the principles of The Haven. She couldn't risk her position just for the comfort of this one person. Katy looked like she was going to ask a question, but Caro ignored it and starting filing out of the room with the other girls.

Training was performed with resistance bands, and consisted of strength training focused on core, butt, thighs, with some time carved out for general fitness as well. Joe lead the workout today, the girls obediently keeping count of the exercises he announced and demonstrated. Joe was very fit, his PT shorts and tshirt showing off his toned thighs, thick arms and chest. Katy was struggling. Her arms shook, her breath came fast and ragged. When she slowed, Caro's fingers dug into the soft skin of her ribs, twisting cruelly. Katy gasped, flinching away. Not loud--but loud enough.

Joe caught Caro's eye. Nodded.

Heat crawled up her neck. She hated the pride she felt, but his approval was everything to keeping her position.

In the showers, Caro couldn't help but watch. Neither could anyone else.

Katy stood under the spray, her movements small, careful. Guarded, but proud. The Bottoms kept their heads down. The Tops didn't.

Leigh was watching, hunger plain in her gaze.

Caro exhaled. This was only the beginning. Leigh anticipated what Caro suspected: a General Service call. General Service is brutal, but every Top here had been subject to it at least a dozen times. Now that they're on Top, many look forward to a helpless Bottom to use. The strict "No Masturbation" policy left an unquelled ache in the body, and the chance to slake it was hard to resist.

After changing into fresh clothes, the girls filed into the dining room. Caro stuck close to Katy through everything, ready to pounce on misbehavior. Joe, two orderlies and seven of the camoflaged crew from the forest were there. All but Joe were lined up next to the service seats along the wall. Joe was placid, calm, as he spoke names of a few girls passing.

"Eva, Lily, Sara, Shay, Katy, Nora." Caro knew Katy would be called to Serve. That didn't make it easier to watch.

Katy hesitated for half a second -- too long. Caro shoved her down into the chair. Not hard. Just enough to make it clear.

There was no other choice. Caro fit Katy's slippered feet into the metal rings at the base of the chair. They weren't manacles, more of a reminder. Caro heard belt buckles ringing near her and moved to the side of the chair. Katy face was fixed into a mask of horror, and Caro followed her gaze. The first of the camo-clad guards had taken his position in front of Eva, his pants hiked down over his hips. He leaned forward against the wall with his forearms and moaned.

Caro couldn't help but appreciate how focused and skilled Bottoms so quickly. Service was the worst of humiliations, but the only way to become a Top was to be a good bottom. And Eva had become good. With one hand she massaged under the man's balls slowly, and the other massaged her saliva over the shaft of his cock in rhythm with her mouth. Her cheeks pulsed with suction as she bobbed her head back and forth, her lips gliding down as far as she could handle and back up again.

Immediately the view of Eva was blocked as more men took their positions in front of each girl, who dutifully began their Service. They were never told these men's names, but the tall black orderly who Caro hated most took his position in front of Sara. Sara had been a bottom for almost a year now, and knew what was coming. She put her head back against the headrest, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. The orderly reached down and pulled the back of her head towards him, lacing his fingers through her short black hair, and pulled her mouth down over his cock as far as he could. She gagged, visibly trying to resist pulling her body away from him as he slow-fucked her face.

Katy didn't move.

The short guard who had dragged her in from the woods stood before her, unbuckling his belt, waiting.

Caro pinched Katy's thigh. "Don't fight. Just do it." Katy's face was frozen, her wide eyes locked on the scene in front of her. She looked over at Caro, pleading silently.

Caro looked away. The room was silent now. "Service is sacred", as Joe says. Bottoms don't look at Bottoms, except during Service. Now they are required to watch, and be silent. Only the sound of men's pleasure and the rhythmic wet pumping of Sara's throat filled the air now.

Joe caught Caro's eyes with his, expectantly. He's holding a pen near his clipboard, waiting. Caro pinched Katy again, harder, whose little yelp of pain came out as a low moan of sadness. She looked up at the man in front of her, down at the cock, and opened her mouth. The guard used his hand to run the tip of his cock along her lips, wetting it with her saliva, then thrusted eagerly into her face. Katy recoiled reflexively, her head bumping the headrest behind her, but the guard followed along roughly. Katy gagged loudly, her body heaving her rejection viscerally. She turned her head away, closing her eyes tightly.

Caro, desperate now, jabbed a knuckle into her ribs. Katy opened her eyes to shoot a cold look at her, and turned in time to see Joe stand behind the guard looking coolly at Katy.

"Service is sacred, Katy. We do not deny it or resist it. It is a demonstration of our discipline and dedication." He was calm and collected. His tone was patient, teaching. Katy glanced at Nora, next to her. She didn't know that Nora had gotten here only six weeks ago, and couldn't have guessed from the demonstration of skills. The cock in front of her was glistening with saliva, lovingly massaged with a hand and then sealed deep in her mouth with lips expertly pursed over teeth. The man stood motionless above her, lost in the pleasure.

Katy turned back and locked eyes with Joe, her lips closed tightly, to give him a look of unveiled disdain and defiance. Caro stood up, backed away and felt herself flush as the blood rushed to her groin in anticipation. She knew what was coming.

"Katy." Joe announced loudly, stepping back. "General Service."

The commotion was still a shock to Caro, as the dining hall burst from silence into life. The moment Joe spoke, the dining hall exploded.

Tables scraped, chairs crashed sideways, abandoned. Tops moved fast, practiced, pushing everything aside like set pieces in a well-rehearsed play.

Then came the hands. A dozen of them. Grabbing. Twisting. Clawing.

Katy kicked, twisted, thrashed. She was strong, but there were too many. Hands locked around her wrists, yanked her by the ankles, ripped her forward. Hair was wrenched, her head snapped back. She screamed.

Caro almost admired her. Almost. Katy fought like someone who had never been broken. Someone who still thought she could win. She had been that girl once.

Eighteen and married to a cop ten years older. The bruises started early. Thin rings around her throat, deep enough that she canceled Christmas to keep her parents from seeing. He had made her a maid. A thing. A body to use, to own. To punish. When her parents dragged her to this place, learned her what was expected, she hadn't fought. She had just opened her mouth.

Like putting on her shoes in the morning.

Caro clenched her jaw. Katy was a fool to fight. But a part of her wished she could.

The Bottoms dragged Katy into position, each moving with practiced precision. Caro barely heard her screaming anymore--there was no point. There never was.

Katy went still for just a second when she saw them. The Tops, waiting. Undressing.

Leigh was already naked, her stance wide, her thick thighs flexing as she stretched, unbothered by the cold. Her expression was expectant -- eager. The others followed, peeling off the hoodies, stepping out of sweatpants, revealing bare, hairless skin in the unforgiving fluorescent light. Caro had to follow suit, tossing her clothes into a little heap haphazardly. She was still ashamed at the rush of anticipation, the warmth growing between her legs as she walked purposefully to the inevitable.

The men in front of the service chairs didn't stop. They'd barely moved. Their eyes flicked toward the center of the room, but their hands remained in place--on heads, in hair, guiding mouths, rolling their hips in slow, self-indulgent rhythm. The scene before them was just another part of the routine.

Caro kept her face neutral. She knew the pattern. She had lived it.

Katy was pinned with clinical efficiency -- three girls to each arm, four to each leg, one astride her hips to keep her lower body secured. They settled into position quickly, without hesitation, each knowing their role. No fumbling. No uncertainty.

This wasn't chaos.

It was order.

As soon as Katy's head was laid back against the linoleum flooring, Leigh stepped over her to set her feet close to either side of her head. Squatting down to her knees, she carefully gathered up two tight fistfuls of Katy's hair to twist her defiant face toward her vulva and settled down so that her thighs pressed on her cheeks. Leigh rolled her hips and ground her clit into Katy's nose forcefully, smothering her screams suddenly. She moaned deeply, grinding slowly, and then looked down tauntingly into Katy's terrified eyes. "Lick to breathe, little girl" she purred tauntingly, "You suck or you pass out right here." A few slow, purposeful undulations of her hips later, she pulled up suddenly, smiling.

"Teeth!" Leigh's voice rang out, sharp and expectant.

The response was instant. A signal given, a lesson enforced.

Pain bloomed across Katy's body in a dozen places at once. A flash of heat, then the sharp bite of punishment. She thrashed, or tried to. She was held too tightly. A growl rose around her, low, animalistic, coordinated. Her scream broke free before she could stop it.

It didn't matter. No one stopped. No one ever stopped. Leigh immediately settled back down with her clit in Katy's opened mouth, and after moment let out a low moan. Katy had learned.

Leigh settled herself into place, her grip tight in Katy's hair. A command, an expectation.

Leigh rode her face more tenderly for a few minutes, building to a shuddering orgasm before climbing to her feet. Katy was still, trembling, breath shallow.

Joe's eyes were on her. She felt them, a weight against her back. A reminder.

She stepped forward, moving into place. She did not look down at Katy's face.

She could not. It was easier to just give in to the little bit of pleasure you can get in this place. A moment to feel alive and free. When she pressed her groin down, she didn't feel shame or fear or hate. She just felt pleasure.