Chapter 1

The place where we are now can hardly be called “educational institution”, in the sense in which it is customary to call it. This place is the Academy of Obedience. Get here in different ways. For example, I chose the Academy instead of military service. The mustache lieutenant colonel offered me to choose, as an alternative service, either to sanitate in a nursing home for five years, or to go through a six-month course of study at the Academy (with a follow-up "mandatory practice" for three years). The military commissar told about the Academy itself a little and very vaguely. The meaning of his words boiled down to one thing: “it's better to join the army, son.”

Somewhere he was right.

The Academy is organized by very influential feminists. They say that through someone she is supervised even by the spouse of the President. It is possible, because everything here is furnished at the highest level. The main task of the Academy is to manufacture and supply well-trained young slaves to rich perverts. Therefore, the classes here, to put it mildly, are very specific.

On the first day I was placed in an “isolation ward”: I was examined by doctors, psychologists talked with me and my dean, as she said. Then I was asked to undress. In the small room besides me there were two young girls. One, with bleached hair, short, pretty, in a defiantly short skirt, and: not a trace of emotion on her face. The second one, on the contrary, smiled all the time and, without stopping, looked at how I undressed. Well, it was embarrassing, of course, but you cannot get anywhere. The fact is that a vile lieutenant colonel made me sign a paper on which, for any disobedience and other violations, I would be sent from the academy directly to the Army. Moreover, "in the most fucking part" - I quote the military.

When I undressed, the girls probably spent an hour silently examining my body. And they did it without getting up from their chairs, without uttering a word. Erotic in this scene was as much as in a crushed fly. However, in the end, for some reason I began to get excited. The girls noticed this, exchanged glances, one of them pulled a stopwatch from her pocket and told me.

“Twenty-seven minutes.” Not bad!

What "not bad" I did not understand. But the excitement caused by her words intensified.

“But this is already in vain,” said the second and pressed a button in the arm of her chair. The floor beneath me fell through, and I flew into total darkness. I did not fly long. Apparently, it was some kind of pipe, in the manner of an attraction in an aquapark, only without bends.

My fall ended in the same pipe, only closer. With a swing, on my knees, I hit a soft goo. She absorbed the blow, there was a loud champ and everything was silent. My confusion was dispelled by a terrible stench. It smelled of natural shit. I almost choked and, breathing a little, I tried to look around. I was in complete darkness, knee-deep in shit, compressed from all sides by the walls of a cramped pipe. I looked up. A small window shone high with an obscure light.

There was no way to get to him. I also failed to find any other doors around me. I howled and started screaming to an inaccessible height. Above there was some kind of movement. First, some kind of shadow ran through the window, then I saw someone's legs, and then:

And then I realized that I was at the bottom of the cesspool of an ordinary outhouse. All the space in the window was occupied by someone's ass, from which urine poured directly on me, from which I did not even have time to dodge. And then the ass decided to poop. It was something.

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