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“You’re right,” I said, trying to inject conviction into my voice. “We need to stay alert, to be ready to resist when the time is right.”

Camille leaned in closer, her eyes intense. “Exactly,” she whispered. “We can’t let ourselves be lulled into complacency. We have to remember who we really are, what our lives were like before all this.”

I nodded, but found myself struggling to recall the details of my old life. The memory of my dorm room, my classes, my friends—it all seemed hazy and distant, like a dream.

CHAPTER16

Sven

I stood before the girls, their naked forms presenting a highly enjoyable contrast to the ancient stone walls of our classroom. As I began my lecture, I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on Mary. Her emerald eyes were wide with curiosity, her red hair cascading over her pale shoulders. A swell of affection rose in my chest, along with the pressing question of whether she might be one of the girls we must send on the crucial mission to the Arctic that had begun to take shape over the last few hours.

“This afternoon,” I began, my voice echoing in the chamber, “we will discuss the true purpose of the Sons of Odin. But first, we must understand the forces we stand against.” I paused, watching their reactions carefully. “Let us speak of Selecta.”

Mary’s head snapped up, her brow furrowing in confusion. I knew this would catch her off guard, coming from a Selecta college as she did. The other girls leaned forward, equally intrigued.

“You surely know Selecta,” I continued, pacing slowly before them, “as one of the two or three most powerful and influential megacorps on the planet. Mary, as an American—and a student at a Selecta college—you know them as the maker of everything from your textbooks to your toothbrush. Even the rest of you, often without knowing, have sent your hard-earned euros to Selecta’s less-visible European subsidiaries.”

I could see I had their attention, if only because none of them had expected their first lessons in the nature of their new life would involve a lecture about corporate domination. I paused, unable to stifle my professor’s love of a dramatic intellectual revelation.

“What you don’t know, girls, is that Selecta was founded by the Institute, an organization dedicated to training young, submissive women as concubines for the wealthy and powerful.” I watched as shock and disbelief flickered across their faces. “Nor do you know that Selecta’s true purpose runs far deeper. They are, in fact, closely tied to another group—a secret society known as the Pretorian Guard that is also the most powerful extra-governmental intelligence agency in the world.”

I moved to the blackboard and picked up a piece of chalk. On the slate I putInstituteat the top, and thenSelectabelow. To the right side I wrotePretorian Guard. I drew double-tipped arrows among the three entities. “The Pretorian Guard, as far as we can tell, claims to share our ideals, to be dedicated to preserving civilization. But their methods and their goals are far more… insidious even than those of the Institute and Selecta.”

I turned back to face the girls, my eyes seeking out Mary’s. Her gaze was intense, a mixture of confusion and dawning comprehension. “You see, the Guard’s true aim is to dominate the world’s energy markets. They seek not preservation, but control.”

A little murmur rippled through the group. Camille’s eyes narrowed skeptically, while Sophie nodded as if she’d suspected something like this all along. Mary, my clever Mary, seemed to be piecing things together in her mind.

“How do we know this?” I asked rhetorically, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “Thanks to our partners, theGroupe Synergistique.” I let that sink in for a moment before continuing. “They are a loose network of wealthy men, all of them French or francophone—Belgians, Luxembourgers, Swiss. They have aligned themselves with us through the shared desire to be left alone. Unlike the Guard, they, and we of the Sons of Odin, have no desire to dominate beyond our own sphere. Our goal is simply to preserve our civilization for ourselves and our descendants, without imposing it on others.”

I moved closer to the girls, my voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “But the Guard’s aggressive tactics have forced our hand. We’ve had to develop matching capabilities—including our partnership with theGroupe, but also including our own assets. And that, my dear potentialvölur, is where you come in.”

Mary’s eyes widened, a flash of understanding crossing her face. I felt a surge of pride at her quick mind.

“You were chosen not just for your beauty and your submissive nature, girls, but also for your innate mental ability. This is what we mean when we say you will be our operatives, as well as our bed thralls and ourvölur.”

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Mary

I felt my heart begin to race as I listened to Sven’s words, an inextricable mix of apprehension, pride, and affection swirling within me. His storm-blue eyes seemed to see right through me, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the idea that I had been chosen not just for my body, but for my mind as well.

MyHerra’s deep voice resonated through the chamber as he continued, “There’s another aspect of the screening we conducted when we chose you, my dearvölur.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of us. “We verified that your needs include being used by strangers.”

I felt my face flush hot with shame and arousal at his words. How could he know such a thing? And yet, as I thought back to the night of our ‘ritual voyage,’ I couldn’t deny the truth of his statement.

“You only need to think back to your body’s responses during your voyage last night,” Sven said, as if reading my thoughts. “Remember how it felt to be fucked by six different men on that rowing bench.”

The memory flooded my senses, so vivid I could almost feel the rough wood against my skin, smell the musky scent of sweat and arousal, hear the grunts and moans of pleasure. I recalled how, despite my fear and confusion, my body had responded with undeniable enthusiasm to each new cock that filled me.

I glanced around at the other girls, seeing similar expressions of shock and embarrassment on their faces. Camille’s jaw was clenched tight, but I could see a telltale flush creeping down her neck. Sophie’s eyes were glazed over, lost in the memory.

I… I can’t argue with that. To my dismay, even the voice of reason brought itself into line with Sven’s words. The internal admission sent a jolt of arousal through me, making my nipples tighten and my pussy throb with need.

But…The rational corner of my brain whispered an urgent contradiction.I can decide what todoabout it, can’t I? Do needshaveto be met?

Sven’s eyes locked onto mine, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth, before he turned to address all of us. “Your bodies know what they need, even if your minds struggle to accept it.”

He began to pace again, his powerful presence commanding our full attention. “Some of you will soon be sent into the field,” he continued. “Part of your mission will involve the seduction of dominant men. We have told you that you belong to each of us, and that here in our halls your individual masters retain certain essential rights—the sole right to your bottom holes, and the sole right to come in yourfisse. When you go into the field, however, other men will of necessity trespass on those rights, as you perform your missions of seduction.”

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