Grove Academy a story of the New Republic

Chapter 4: Grove Academy

Stockholm syndrome

“The phenomenon is called Stockholm syndrome, after a 1972 bank robbery in Stockholm, Sweden, where bank employees held hostage for six days ultimately bonded with their captors. In that case the hostages resisted rescue, refused to testify against the robbers and even raised money for their legal defense.

“Other famous cases include Patty Hearst, a rich heiress who was kidnapped in 1974 by the Symbionese Liberation Army, an American terrorist group. Hearst, who was 19 at the time, apparently came to sympathize with the group, reportedly fell in love with one member, and even participated in a bank robbery with them.

“One reason people may develop sympathy for their captors is a psychological concept called cognitive dissonance: When people recognize inconsistent views within themselves, they tend to alter their thinking to remove the conflict. A mundane example is the tendency of people to value a product more highly after they buy it. It's hard for people to think of a product as worthless, and think of themselves as smart consumers, at the same time, so they often come to think of their purchases as being worth more than they would if they hadn't bought the item.

“Even in the more complex case of kidnapping, cognitive dissonance can come into play.

Imagine you've been kidnapped and are in a situation of genuine threat and are in terror. In order to survive, you have to become compliant and perform nicely for your captor. There will be a tendency in your mind to achieve consistency: “I'm acting nicely for this person, and the way they want me to act because deep down inside- they are nice too, and I want them to like me.” – Even if that isn’t true.

At Grove Academy, girls were molded along these behavior patterns. Obviously it was completely intentional. Breaking them was simply the first step. Teaching them to love their captors and torturers who were doing the breaking was just one component. But to many of us, it was a very important and enjoyable component.

Michelle was all of 15. Earlier in the day she had been a little rich girl, somewhat spoiled, going to a coming out Birthday party for one of her friends. She had a boyfriend. She had not fucked for him- ever. She had not yet fucked for anyone. She had not blown him yet, or any other boy. She had French kissed, had been petted and fingered by her boyfriend- but nobody else. She had felt his cock through his pants, and was planning on, or at least considering actually giving him a blowjob that night. But it wasn’t meant to be. She blew me instead. I’m not 16. I’m 48. And I didn’t stop with a blowjob. After paddling her ass black and blue, I fucked that little virgin raw, and exploded inside of her. She thanked me for it and told me that she loved me. And she meant it. You see, you can learn to love somebody. All of our girls do, and amazingly they often learn to do it very quickly. Cognitive dissonance.

She had been asleep next to me in bed for a couple of hours. I had given her more time to sleep than I had intended, but she had performed beautifully as she had surrendered her hymen to me, and it made sense to allow her to rest before our next engagement. Asleep she was breathtakingly beautiful as teenage girls can sometimes be. I got out of bed and looked at her for a couple of minutes, simply admiring her beauty, while in my mind I relived what I had just done with her. I put on a robe and walked out onto the terrace and still reliving the event, looked out onto the street at night. I could hear another girl on another terrace having sex. From the telltale sounds and screams, it was rather painful sex for the girl. I began to become aroused again and decided that it was time to awaken Michelle.

I woke her and brought her fully nude out onto the terrace, stopping to pick up a couple of latex gloves, a few small Dixie cups, and a tube of KY.

I sat down on a chair and had her kneel in front of me. With my robe and legs open, her eyes were naturally drawn to my swollen cock. I gently stroked the side of her face, and began to speak to her.

“I very much enjoyed breaking your hymen tonight, and you performed as well as I had hoped you would. Don’t answer me. I’ll tell you when I want you to speak next. I know you wanted to tell me that you loved me opening you, but I don’t want you to speak yet. You are not yet fully open to me. You still haven’t had your ass opened, and I believe that it’s important for you to have both holes opened by me in the same night. It’s important for you to understand completely that both holes are open for use, and completely interchangeable. The same thing is ultimately true of your mouth as well, in as much as I and other men will very often want to start with your mouth, and will then want to move on into your pussy or your ass, or both; and then often finish again in your mouth. For now however, I am going to focus primarily on fully opening your ass.”

“Most girls find anal sex to be painful in the beginning and you will be no exception to that. Having my cock inside of your rectum will make it feel like it is stretching painfully, and you will feel afraid that it will tear. The initial entry will also hurt. When it’s hurting, I want you to tell me all about it. But don’t you dare protest or ask me to stop. You will be lying on your stomach, with a couple of pillows under your hips. This will raise your bottom up more, making it easier for me to fully penetrate your ass. I will be lying on top of your back, with my arms around your head from behind. That will put my arms and hands directly in front of your face, and I expect you to passionately kiss my arms as I am fucking you in your ass. I expect you to tell me how much it hurts as you kiss me, and also that you love me. Remember that I want to hear about your pain because it excites me and pleases me. Now you can speak. What do you wish to tell me?”

She looked at me with those large green eyes, and said, “Sir, I only want to please you, and I do love you.”

I took that beautiful face in my hands and said to her, “Now before anything else, just because this is all part of your lesson, open your mouth and take my cock into it completely. Some of the blood from your virginity has dried on it and I want you to taste it and clean it with your tongue and throat. For the next 5 minutes that was precisely what she did. I instructed her about using her tongue thoroughly, and taking in and out of her throat as she gagged repeatedly. And she obeyed me. I had no intention of coming anytime soon. This was simply foreplay.

Ultimately I stopped her and lifted her head off of my cock. I partially lifted her up off of her knees enough to take her over my lap facedown, with her beautiful, bruised ass looking up at me. I think she assumed I was going to spank her until I put on a latex glove. When she heard the sound of the glove going on, and heard me squirt some KY into the Dixie cup, she knew it was lubrication time. I swirled a finger in the KY, covering it thoroughly. I began to finger her rectum. She accepted my finger willingly as I moved it around inside of her, stretching her rectum a little bit as I lubricated it. She knew it would make my very thorough, imminent sodomizing of her less painful.

I continued with 2 fingers inside her for 5 minutes, and she was ready. I took my fingers out of her, took the glove off, and had her get off of my lap. I took her by the hand back into the bedroom and stood with her next to the bed. I stacked two pillows on top of each other on the middle of the bed. I kissed her gently on the lips and told her to assume the position lying on the bed on her stomach that I had instructed her about. And she did. I dropped my robe and got onto the bed behind her, straddling her knees between my legs. My swollen cock hovered just behind her rectum. I brought the head to her rectum and pushed. The head went in with a pop, and she squealed with pain. I put my arms around her head from behind. With her ass up in the air the way was, it was easy to leverage myself 9 inches into her. And I began to ride her. Had we been at Disney, I would have named her Space Mountain, because she would have been the best ride in the Park.

The Asians called the kind of plowing that I did for the next 2 hours “Plowing in the Fragrant Fields”. It is something of an apt description. Relentlessly I plowed in and out of her. She squealed and grunted and moaned for the first 10 or 15 minutes. She told me how much it hurt, and that she loved me. It was obvious that she was in pain and just wanted it to be over. She hoped that doing exactly want I wanted would help it be over faster. It was a reasonable hope. After 15 minutes it began to dawn on her that it would not be ending that quickly, and she began to cry. Her tears moistened my arms along with her lips as she continued kissing them. She became more passionate as she spoke to me of her pain and her love. In spite of the pain wearing on her, she was growing more accustomed to the feeling of having her ass filled. I kissed her neck from behind and told her that I would pull out of her for a moment, which I did. Her ass when empty gaped open.

Her sphincter was in spasm in the open position. It was the effect of bodily submission that I wanted from her. I was determined that it would be followed by her psychic submission, and I re-entered her as she groaned. For the next 45 minutes she cried and told me of her pain and love as I rode her. All the while she kissed my arms. Finally, at the end of the first hour she ran out of tears. Her rectum was by this time completely non-resistant.

I continued to ream and plow her. She continued to kiss my arms and I continued to kiss her neck and sodomize her. And in that next hour we made contact with each other on an essential primary level. We were one being with pain and pleasure, feeling both sides. There are essentially two energistic primal forces in our world, fear and love. Most actions or emotions derive from one or the other, and they are in some respects, simply opposing fields of the same circuit. It is somewhat logical to employ one to drive the other. This is especially true of someone like myself, who feeds from the energy of both and understands their connection in real time.

Michelle was so frightened by the pain that I was sharing with her, that she was terrified not to love me, and as a result let herself go. She lost herself in the pain and the love she let herself feel in desperate exhaustion, and suddenly found herself connected to me on the most essential, primal level, and needing the connection. For the first time in her young life, she was in love- desperately so.

And I continued to ride her until, in a complete blackout of a sexual collision, I exploded into her ass as she experienced an orgasm that she had never imagined possible.

I did not make her suck me clean. There was time for that very minor lesson later. She was in a state of complete exhaustion and I was rather tired. I went into the bathroom to wipe my cock off, and returned to the bed moments later. I held her from behind in my arms and kissed the back of her neck. She would be asleep in moments and so would I. She kissed my arms and hands and told me again that she loved me. And she meant it.