0 comments/ 10748 views/ 1 favorites The Laurels By: Julie20 Dear Julie, This is the first time I have been able to write to you since all this began. We are not allowed contact with the outside world but I am smuggling this letter out by Roger, the garden boy, who is going to post it in the village. He is an absolute weasel who mentally strips a girl every time he looks at her and I only got him to take this sealed envelope by letting him have a really good grope which made me feel sick. Anyway I had better go back to the start of the story. When I got into that fight in Stringfellows I thought Daddy would fix things like he always has but he said he had done that for the last time and I was on my own. It was horrid; I was put in Holloway on remand and I shared a cell with this real bitch. I blush furiously just to think of the unspeakable things she made me do for her every night and my trial was an absolute nightmare. The judge kept leering at me and I am sure he was thinking about what he would like to do to me. He made a long speech about my privileged background and how I thought I was above the law. And the press gallery was full and they were all lapping up every word; I just had to stand there with the uniformed wardress standing behind me while the judge made me sound like the Whore of Babylon. When he got to the end I just could not believe it. "You will go to prison for two years." Then I was hustled down the stairs and locked in a poky little holding cell which stank of pee. I was alone in there for hours pondering the horrors which lay ahead and waiting for the prison van. And then two men came in. They said that I was "suitable material" for an experiment which was going on into young female criminals. It seemed there was this place called The Laurels where a new technique was being tried to reform "Girls like you." The men talked all kinds of legal stuff and said that taking part in the experiment was voluntary but that if I signed the consent form I would go to The Laurels instead of prison. To be honest I didn't understand it all but I signed their form – well anything has to be better than prison doesn't it. So I found myself loaded into the back of this dark green minibus with blacked out windows like an ambulance and driven out into the leafy Home Counties. The Laurels is a big Gothic mansion in its own grounds behind high walls with razor wire along the top of the walls. The building itself is a total horror in dark red brick with turrets and the upper windows narrow and pointed; it is the stuff of vampire legends. They took me into The Head's study and left me there alone with him. He is a middle aged man in a dark suit and we sat on a leather sofa with him very close beside me. His arm went around my shoulder to be "comforting" but actually it was just creepy with only the two of us there and I had the very clear feeling that he could do whatever he liked and I could do nothing about it. He put on this really "friendly" voice as he explained about the experiment. The Head said that he believed the girls who came here had lacked discipline at home so he was going to regress us to our early lives and give us the boundaries which we lacked. I suppose I did pretty much wrap Daddy around my little finger but every girl knows how to wriggle about on her daddy's lap to get what she needs. He also pointed out that the form I had signed said that my time at The Laurels would be indefinite. I was horrified. It meant that he could keep me here for as long as he liked and there was worse to come. If he wrote a report saying that I had failed in my undertaking to co operate in the project I would be returned to prison and my sentence would run from the start with additional time as a penalty for my failure at The Laurels. "So you see my dear. You are entirely in my hands." He grinned as he spoke and his hand slipped down to my left breast. I bit my lip knowing that I was completely in his power. His head came down to mine and he slobbered all over my face before I felt his fat tongue intrude into my mouth and he made me choke by ramming it to the back of my throat. I had slipped down on the sofa now so that he was pretty much on top of me and he was unzipping my jeans and dragging my sweatshirt upwards. His hands went everywhere. My bra was up around my neck and my knickers were down around my knees and there was not a thing I could do about it. When he had groped all over me and his fingers were soaked in my pussy juice the slob stood up and looked down at his victim panting on the sofa. Then he took a small pile of clothing from his desk and threw it at me so that some of it landed on top of me and some fell on the floor. "The project starts here my little whore. Get EVERYTHING off and get your uniform on." With him watching every move I put on my Laurels uniform which I could tell had been worn by someone else before me. I hated the idea of wearing second hand knickers. The Laurels uniform includes horrible grey kneesocks and black gym shoes. We wear short, navy, pleated games skirts with maroon gym pants underneath and grey blouses. I was given a white label to stitch onto my blouse bearing my surname and my Laurels number. The bra was brief, grey and did not fit well. Hair has to be gathered by thick elastic bands either into a pony tail or bunches at the side. I was taken directly from my meeting with The Head to the white painted medical room which reeks of disinfectant where I came under the attention of Matron who is a hag faced dragon of indeterminate years. A command from her can pacify the most rebellious soul; after my time in The Head's study I was defeated before I walked through Matron's door. Her examination of my naked form was thorough, humiliating and painful and when I thought she was finished she had a further humiliation to pour upon me. Matron had me lay backwards over the end of the bed with my feet on the floor and my legs spread wide. Then she rubbed soap into my most intimate area and, when it had lathered, she reached for a terrifying cut throat razor. She shaved me smooth so that I looked as I had not looked since pre adolescence and she said that Laurels girls were not permitted pubic hair so I could expect regular meetings like this one. I was soon to discover that underwear was considered a privilege which could be withdrawn on a whim and any girl could find herself sentenced to a whole day completely naked with all the staff ogling her as she went through her day horribly conscious of boobs wobbling and her pussy exposed and vulnerable. Girls sleep in dormitories and we spend our days doing vigorous physical exercise while being shouted at by instructors, who are mostly men, or in the Victorian classrooms. Classroom work consists of long essays, maths or even simply hours of writing lines. No girl can ever talk about The Laurels if she is lucky enough to leave it because we all have records as "bad girls" so no-one would believe us and if we made trouble they would simply reinvoke our sentence and we would find ourselves back under lock and key. It is difficult for me to find time to write this letter without being discovered and if I were discovered it would mean a very severe punishment or perhaps even being sent back to prison. I will write again when I can. X It seems that the main criteria for being sent here is to be pretty and aged 18-22. The emphasis is on obedience and discipline and we don't have to have done anything to be punished. Punishment is part of the routine and every Friday afternoon every girl lines up to take her routine caning the severity of which varies greatly. Girls are frequently thrashed as they are strapped down over the horse in front of their peers and the session ends when the victim is a quivering mess of tear soaked flesh with vivid red wheals traversing her spoiled white skin. My first impression was that The Laurels was like a very strict boarding school but there is a much darker side to it than that. We are never allowed to move about the building unsupervised but are taken by wardens and I was one of a small group of girls being quick marched from one part of the house to another when we were taken through the bleak, square courtyard set into the middle of the building. In the very centre of the space stood an ugly cylindrical cage formed of slats of black cast iron and I beheld inside the cage the form of a naked girl. She peered silently at us with despair in her eyes. Her mouth was being forced wide open by a huge iron gag which was locked in place. At two sides of the cage a huge screw thread, rather like a skewer, ran up from the ground. An arrangement of cogs connected these threads to a handle so that the roof of the cage could be raised or lowered. The small prison was too narrow to permit its victim to sit or kneel but the roof had been wound down so that she did not have the headroom to stand upright. This meant that she was obliged to adopt a painful crouching stance which must have amounted to torture. As we passed on our way I wondered how long she had been sentenced to remain in her muscle aching captivity. X Although punishment is part of our normal routine here, girls who disobey face even worse penalties than just the normal discipline and the staff like us to see what happens to naughty girls as that makes us more obedient. That is why we juniors were marched out to the icehouse. I should explain that a junior is any girl who has been here for less than three months; after that time a girl moves up to the seniors who wear different uniform and have their own wing in the house. In the days before refrigerators all large houses had an icehouse where food was kept cool. The icehouse at The Laurels is surrounded by a high hedge so that all that can be seen above the hedge is the domed roof. We were taken through the gateway in the hedge and down the steps into the small circular building most of which is below ground level. The sight which met us on entering the building made us all gasp in horror. We found ourselves on a narrow walkway around the wall and in the centre of the space was a suspended and very uncomfortable girl of around my age. She was completely naked and her arms were chained above her head. Her ankles were chained wide apart to the walkway on which we stood and all our eyes were drawn to the cruel stone phallus which rose up from the floor and disappeared into the helpless victim. The girl's nose was running and a long string of snot ran down her chin onto her well rounded breasts. Her cheeks were stained with tears and she was moaning and grunting in discomfort. Her slim body was not still as she continually had to shift her position to ease her tormented muscles. If she did not pull herself upwards she sank down onto the phallus which then drove right into her innards threatening to split her open and stretching her poor pussy much wider than it was ever intended to stretch. She could ease this position by pulling herself up on her arms but eventually this would cause the pain in her arms to be beyond her endurance. To ease her arms she could push herself up by bracing her feet against the narrow ledge on which they rested but then the concrete ridge would press into the soles of her feet and cause agonising cramps so that she would be forced to once again settle down onto that cold, hard intruder into her vitals. The warden who was with us spoke to the girl. "Would you like to tell the girls why you are here Sasha?" Her voice was strained and pain racked. "I refused an order Sir." "What were you told to do Sasha?" "I had to put my tongue up my master's anus Sir." "Will you refuse to do that again Sasha? "No Sir." Her voice revealed her hope that her declaration of obedience would earn her release from her ordeal but she was to be bitterly disappointed as the warden began to hurry us out of the ice house. "We will leave Sasha for a couple more hours just to make sure she does not forget her lesson." X Of course our experience of uncomfortable situations is not limited to just watching. I cannot count the times when I have been restrained in cruel circumstances but I recount here my first visit to the large cellarage beneath The Laurels. Two wardens each took an arm and, with me writhing from the pain of their grip, we went through the heavy oak door and down the cold, stone steps which took us straight into the Middle Ages. Down there it seems there are miles of cold passages flanked by iron grilles and heavy doors with tiny barred windows. All is lit by flaming torches set in iron sconces on the walls. My every last vestige of clothing was stripped from my defenceless body in a small cell and a choke pear was introduced to my tender mouth. For those fortunate enough not to have encountered a choke pear I should explain that it is an iron ball made up of curved segments. A key protrudes from one end of the ball so that, when the cold ball is rammed into a girl's mouth only the key is visible between her distended lips. As this key is turned the segments fold outwards so that they fill the space and it is impossible to remove the device from her mouth. I was pressed down to the stone flagged floor in a sitting position with my wrists manacled behind my back and my feet were forced wide apart by a bar between them with my ankles in iron rings on either end of the bar. As I worked to avoid choking on the saliva which was running down my throat a huge iron collar was locked around my neck. The collar was hollow and filled with lead shot so that its weight pressed down harshly upon my shoulders. A short chain was locked between a ring on my slave collar and another ring on the midway point of the bar between my feet so there I sat with my head pulled forward and all my vision filled by my own widely displayed pussy. With raucous laughter and cruel and vile insults my two jailers left me alone to my long, painful captivity. My buttocks were soon numb on the floor and I found that I had virtually no movement. A skilful torturer does not have to work at hurting his victim for in time the cramps produced by my own body provided a range of agonies and all I could do was to sit there moaning and absorbing my suffering for hour upon hour. Even my jaws were cramping due to the choke pear and I was dribbling copiously down my chin so that my face was soon sore. It would have been bliss to sink into sleep or a faint but no such relief came so I was obliged to stay alert to the pain which seemed to fill my entire form. And the pain was not merely physical for I had some sense of the unknown torture devices which filled these passageways. How long would I remain here and what further indignities and anguish lay ahead for me? As usual at The Laurels what followed was the one thing I had not foreseen. When I was released I was helped up the stairs, still naked, and pushed into a warm shower with the wardens watching as I soaped and scented myself to their orders. They ordered me into a nightdress which was a concoction of translucent pink frippery and I found myself in a luxurious bed chamber with a bloated middle aged man reclining on the vast bed. He ordered me to approach him and his hands clumsily devoured my unresisting body mauling like a randy and inexperienced teenager. I soon lost my scant covering and, to his mumbled instructions and mutterings of "My Lovely" and such names, I performed every degrading act which a woman can be forced to endure to service a selfish bully. The monster made it abundantly clear that whatever I did was my own choice for, if I wished to refuse him, I only had to say the word "No" and I would be taken away from him to learn what awaited me in the dungeons below. Despite my disgust at the man and what he made me do I could not keep my body from responding to what he did to me. The more disgusting the act the more he stimulated me and, against my own wishes, I was howling with unbridled lust and ecstasy. The privations thrust upon Laurels girls are not random sadism but calculated acts designed to enforce the feeling that we only exist to please and to forge the connection between torture and orgasm and between sexual pleasure and pain. X One afternoon a warden came into our classroom and said that Matron wanted me. It was very noticeable that all the other girls looked down at their desks in silence; they knew what was about to happen to me and were just glad that it was not them. The warden led me to Matron's lair and left me there with her hag face staring at me and wearing an expression as if she were regarding something on the sole of her shoe. "Get undressed." As I nervously obeyed I was very aware of how close to me she was standing. When I was naked and vulnerable she ordered me to stand with my legs apart and my hands by my sides as she walked around me in the manner of one regarding a side of beef. The tension in the room was palpable and I hardly dared to breathe as I waited to see what privation she had in store for me. Her wrinkled hand stroked the curve of my hip then ran over my belly and my breasts while I just stood there letting her do whatever she wished to do to me. She squeezed my nipples causing my lip to turn inwards in pain. This made Matron grin and then her hand slid down between my legs and began to explore my intimate folds which caused my arousal to begin and my clitty to begin to tingle. I dared not move. She went out of my view behind me and a sudden stinging slap to my left buttock caused me to gasp aloud. "Get on the couch, girl. Belly down." I hurried to obey and Matron advanced on the couch where her victim lay. Matron's couch looks like a normal examination couch but underneath it has discreet steel loops which can take leather straps for restraint. I grimly watched her take out the straps and thread them through the loops then she expertly began to strap my wrists and ankles to the corners of the couch so that I was totally helpless. Without a word she began to turn the handle beneath the couch which caused the couch to hinge in the middle. My head and feet were dragged downwards and my bum was raised into the air. This action pulled my body taut over the apex of the couch which was now in a shape like the roof of a house. My bottom and my sensitive swellings between the cheeks felt extremely exposed and vulnerable. As I lay with my head on one side I felt the hag begin to brutally maul my bumcheeks so that I had to work hard to suppress my moans and then her fingers were between my legs. There was no pretence of an examination; this was simple abuse as she demonstrated that she could hurt me in any way she chose and I could do absolutely nothing. What made it worse were the waves of self disgust which engulfed me as I found that the more brutal the treatment the more my involuntary arousal grew and I was betraying myself by writhing in my bonds. I could smell the scent of hot girl and I knew that Matron could also smell it. Her hands lifted from my flesh and then she was standing beside my head holding a huge piece of red plastic. The anal plug had a narrow end which curved outwards to a terrifying girth and then suddenly narrowed. The other end was a flat disc which I knew would be left pressing against the outside of my sensitive opening. So great was my terror of the pain which this thing would certainly cause that I shook my head and whispered a plea that she should not do what I feared she was about to do. I had not noticed at this point that the plug had a hole running through its entire length. Matron moved behind me where I could not see her and I felt the slight pressure against my ass. My heart was pounding and I was gasping from air as I came close to hyper ventilating but my loud cries had no effect and the slight pressure soon became very firm. The Laurels I felt myself being stretched and my cries went off the scale as she rammed the horror home and then my sphincter closed over the narrow end of the plug. I felt the intruder filling me and all my instincts were to expel it but this was not possible. I was sure that when Matron decided to pull the plug out I would not be able to bear the pain. There was a rattle and I caught a glimpse of Matron wheeling a stand to the side of the couch. A large water bottle was atop a steel rod and I saw the ice floating in the water. I felt the plug inside me move as she connected the valve and the tube then she must have opened a tap and freezing cold water began to flow through the centre of the plug into me. It was so cold that it burned and my fists began to clench as I fought with all my strength against the leather which was holding my body in place. Suddenly I felt my scalp being torn as Matron grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. In an instant she had rammed the hard ballgag between my teeth and she was fastening the straps behind my head trapping some hair. My cries increased their intensity but, of course, very little sound emerged. I was desperately trying to tell my tormentor that I was too full. The plug filled my back passage and the cold water was flowing up through my internal plumbing so that it seemed my whole body was bloated and gorged. I imagined vital organs being squeezed out of place and perhaps burst by the force of the water but the torture just went on and on as the water tank emptied into me. Eventually I felt her hands at my anus as she disconnected the tube but left the one way valve in place to ensure that what felt like gallons of water was sealed inside me. Then the spanking began. With each brutal blow my muscles went into spasm and tried to push the water out but the valve was stronger than I was. The skin of my buttocks was burning from the spanking but that was nothing to the cramps in my inner muscles as they pushed in vain against the hard plastic. I felt tears flowing down my cheeks and soaking the couch under my head. My head was bouncing around and saliva was gushing out around the cruel gag. The spanking stopped as soon as it began and, turning my head, I saw through my sweat soaked hair that Matron was heading for the door. I used every breathe within me to scream at her that she could not leave m like this but, of course, all that came out was a sub human grunt. The ordeal had pretty much caused my rational mind to shut down so I have no idea of how long I lay there with agony filling my body. It is just a blur of interminable pain. I did not lose consciousness but I did slip into a sort of half wakefulness which meant that I was unaware of Matron's return and only very vaguely aware of the business of being released. Hands carried me to a bathroom, it cannot have been matron alone, and then I must have lost consciousness for I have no memory of the plug being pulled from me. I think my mind must have shut out that experience as the pain would have been so extreme. And then I was in a bed still with my entire body being one dull ache. I was not alone. The man murmured soothing sounds into my ear and his lips brushed against my ear lobe and he nuzzled my hair. He was a gentle, patient lover and my pain was washed away on a tide of endorphins as he caused me to orgasm again and again. Once again I was crying out but this time they were the cries of climax as he repeatedly brought me over the top of sexual satiation. I had taken my pain and I had been rewarded. X FOUR MONTHS LATER So here I am in the senior wing where discipline is still very harsh but other things differ from the juniors. Our uniforms are one difference in that we wear crisp white blouses with red cardigans and striped school ties which have to be neatly knotted. We wear short grey skirts which are proper school type skirts instead of gym attire and white ankle socks so that a long expanse of naked leg is on view. Bra and knickers are also white. Our time in the juniors was designed to introduce us to unquestioning obedience and to force an acceptance that our bodies are not our own but are there to be used at the whim of others. A girl can only thrive here if she develops an acceptance or even an inclination to submission, degradation and pain. I have to admit that there is a subtle culture of competition and pride in being able to endure more than one's peers. Our lessons here are very much more varied than in the juniors. I list below some items from my timetable for last week; many of these lessons involve much practical work. Sexual Technique and Perversion Advanced Bondage Fashion Seduction and Control Parliamentary Practice The Workings of the City of London It is only when one is trusted to enter the senior wing that one comes to know the true nature of The Laurels. In fact we are being groomed to fuck and suck our way to the very top of society. This establishment has been running quietly for a very long time and there are Laurels girls spread throughout politics and business; can you imagine the power and influence which comes from this? Having had all our scruples or inhibitions skilfully beaten out of us we are in a perfect position to manipulate people or situations as needed. Of course running such an enterprise generates huge profits mainly from insider trading using snippets of information whispered across the pillow or in the dungeon but we also have another large source of revenue from the very wealthy and highly placed visitors who pay to be serviced by the most accomplished slaves and sexual technicians in the land. Gentlemen regularly come to The Laurels on their own or in small, select groups but sometimes the estate hosts lavish weekends. One of these happened soon after I was moved up into the Seniors. The wardens rounded up ten of us senior girls and marched us out to the old stables early in the morning. The stables are a bit like a cattle market. Most of the floor is covered in sand and in the centre of the space are set up whipping posts, gallows and various other devices designed to cause great suffering to a girl for the amusement of the audience. The audience sit on tiered seating behind a wooden fence and this morning a large group of men were on the benches obviously in high spirits and looking forward to a good day of entertainment. We were expecting a much less enjoyable time. Being displayed in the cattle ring was humiliating enough but then the wardens ordered us to strip to our underwear. The leather riding crops which all wardens carry made it clear that we had no choice in the matter so the increasingly noisy male audience were treated to the sight of ten helpless girls stripping off their school uniforms until they were just in white bra, knickers and ankle socks. We were directed to a trestle table on which were neatly folded and crisply pressed piles of clothing for us to put on. Each girl put on a short white tennis skirt, a white t shirt and a pair of white gym shoes. We had no idea of what awaited us but our anxiety increased when the wardens began to fit each of us with a narrow white collar secured by a small padlock. Each collar bore a small white disc with a number printed thereon. I was number six. When dressed in our white virginal attire, which I know had all the men practically dribbling in anticipation, we were made to line up facing the crowd and one of the wardens spoke to the audience. Of course he would not bother to address us but, in telling the men what was going to happen, he was also telling us our fate. The ten "prey" would be sent off into the estate at two minute intervals and then the hunters would follow. If a girl was caught she would invoke a penalty which would be at the discretion of the man who caught her. Once this penalty was paid she would be sent off again with the expectation that she would do all she could to evade capture so that the men were given good sport in hunting her. Each time that one of us was caught our number would be noted and, at the end of the day, the five girls who were caught the most times would be "invited" back into the cattle market to be the centre of the evening entertainment. As he said this last part the warden casually waved a hand to the devices set in the centre of the sand floor and the audience cheered loudly. Of course escape from the bounds of the estate was completely impossible due to the cameras, guards and the very high perimeter wall. When it was my turn I ran out of the front door of the block into the stable yard where I saw some very expensive horses drinking from the tough. There were also several four wheel drive vehicles and I reflected miserably that out running the hunters was going to be almost impossible. Wardens were hanging about to ensure that no-one doubled back and tried to hide in the house so I set off across the front lawn, through the gardens and out towards the woodland in the dip. I soon had to slow down as I was gasping for breath and it is a good thing that I did or I would have blundered into the small group of men who were gathered behind a small copse. Screams were coming from in the middle of the group and a pair of naked legs was thrashing the air. Keeping low I made it to a wooden fence which I climbed and then I was in the woods. Which way should I go? I stood for a second still hearing the screams from the other girl and then I moved deeper into the woods. That was when a large man moved out from behind a tree and stood right in front of me. I stopped and turned to find another man coming up behind me. I had been caught. I was now facing the man who had been behind me and he reached out his hand and squeezed my left breast as hard as he could which made me whine and twist my body in a futile attempt to break free. The other man gripped a hank of my hair and pulled so that my head was pulled backwards, my breasts were in the air and it was only his grip on my hair which stopped me from falling onto my back. The man holding my hair gave me a vicious slap across my face and released his grip so that I fell heavily onto my back in the rotting leaf mould. My gym shoes were dragged off, taking the socks with them, and my shirt was pulled over my head exposing my little white bra. A hand went up my skirt and savagely groped my softness so that tears came to my eyes and I screamed. This made them laugh. "One demerit for you Number Six. You've got five seconds before we come after you." I painfully climbed to my feet cursing myself for how easily they had made me stain my cheeks with tears and I blundered off into the woods on my bare feet wearing only skirt, knickers and bra. Of course my skirt was now covered in mud. I had never been this far from the house so I had no idea where I was going therefore I was taken by surprise when the ground underfoot became a minor quagmire and each step made my foot sink into the mud. I changed direction hoping for firmer ground but things became even worse; I lost my footing and fell face down into the stinking black mud. I pulled myself free with a squelch and spat foul tasting mud out of my mouth. Something made me look behind me and I saw two men, not the same ones as before, coming after me. The moist footing was not a problem to them in their green wellington boots. I tried to weave between the trees and run from them but they soon gained on me and a strong arm grabbed me around the waist and threw me face down to the forest floor. Hands seemed to be everywhere and I was rolled onto my back with my bra torn from me giving them access to my smooth little boobs. One of them stood up and his riding crop lashed across my breasts causing my body to double up and my scream of pain to fill the woods. I was dragged over a fallen tree trunk with my head down and my bum in the air. More vicious strokes landed across my buttocks and the tender backs of my legs. The punishment seemed to go on for an age and then I was limp and weeping over the trunk with the bark rubbing on my belly. I felt my wrists twisted behind me and a narrow plastic tie like the ones used to bind saplings to posts was pulled tightly around my wrists biting into my flesh. "Get moving Six." I must have looked a pathetic sight as I made my unsteady way forward. Running with bound hands is very difficult as each step carries the fear of falling and not having free hands to reach out and save oneself. I had no idea of how long it was since I had left the stables and I had been caught twice. If only I knew how the other girls were faring. Was I in the bottom five destined for those cruel torture devices in the ring? There was a fence ahead of me and open ground beyond. I knew the woods were full of hunters and they would expect a girl to stay in the trees where she could hide. Perhaps if I could get over the fence I could run full pelt and find some hiding place away from the woods. I leaned on the fence panting and allowing my aching legs time to rest. That was when there was a crashing in the undergrowth and a completely nude girl came dashing towards me. Her white body was marked by vivid red wheals across the breasts and belly and her face was scarlet with exertion. It was obvious that the hunters were close behind her and I paused to see if we could somehow help each other. She raced up to me and immediately lashed out with her fist into my belly causing me to fold and land on the ground with all the wind forced from my body. Then she was over the fence and away. As I lay there feeling wretched I realised that she had left me for the hunters so that they would concentrate on me and leave her to run. There were three of them and they fell upon me stripping off my skirt and knickers. One of them, the younger one, began to unzip his fly and pull out his huge, erect cock. A man behind me pulled me into a kneeling position and held me by the ears as the hard, bouncing manhood came towards my face. He rammed down my throat so that I felt I was choking; in my desperation my teeth closed onto the flesh. Immediately hands went around my throat causing me to open my mouth so that he could withdraw. I was aware of being dragged back into the woods and I saw a small pond covered in green slime. The man, still with his member hanging out, was in a rage and I was terrified as I was half dragged and half carried towards the fetid water. I was crying out,"No, No, Please." Which only brought forth a string of verbal abuse and then my head was under the water and I was in a desperate struggle for life as I felt a pounding in my ears. I was pulled up into fresh air and as I gulped in precious oxygen I was once again plunged beneath the water. Then I was on my back beside the pond with my hands still bound behind me and a huge man came down onto me. All three of them took me again and again with no pretence of gentleness. My rape, for it was just that, took a long time in fact they must have kept it up (so to speak) until I passed out. I came back to consciousness as I was thrown face down into the back of a Land Rover for the bumpy and uncomfortable drive back to the house. There were three of us in the rear of the vehicle. A petite Chinese girl was curled into a foetal position beside me and a dusky girl with hair down to her waist sat on the floor just behind the cab. All of us were naked with our bodies stained with mud and streaked with blood. We were unloaded in the stable yard and herded into the stable block cattle market. All of us were able to stand more or less upright. The benches were filling up as hunters returned and drinks and sandwiches were passed around the men. A warden snipped the ties from my wrists and we were made to kneel at a low trough to drink cool, refreshing water. I realised that there were only eight of us. The other two girls were never seen again. When we had drunk from the trough we were made to sit in a rough circle around the head warden who, speaking just to us and not to the audience, told us how well we had acquitted ourselves. He said we had endured in the true tradition of The Laurels and we could be justly proud. No-one who has not been a part of the elite which is The Laurels Girls would be able to comprehend the warm glow that we felt at hearing his words. You have to remember that each of us had been through months of conditioning to accept that providing men with every kind of sexual pleasure was what we did and we were damned good at it. "And now girls you have a show to do. Your clients are among the richest and most powerful men in the land and I know you won't let yourselves down." It seemed that the story of the most captured five girls performing in the ring had been told to us simply to ensure that we gave of our best. All eight of us would have a role in the evening's entertainment. X The wardens opened the small gate in the fence separating us from the audience and the well-fed, well-dressed men were given access to their playthings. One of them spoke to a warden who seized me by the shoulders and dragged me towards a huge pillory. This was very much the genuine article with a heavy stock supported on a telescopic wooden pillar. It was mounted on a small platform and the platform had two holes into which my naked feet were guided before a bar was locked in place obliging me to stand with my legs wide apart. The upper bar of the pillory was raised and my wrists and head were pressed into the curved recesses before the woodwork was lowered and locked in place. I knew that I had no way out and also that nothing which I could say would cause me to be released before my client so wished. There was certainly fear but also anticipation and excitement. My mind went back to the experiments with Pavlov's dogs where a bell sound had been linked to food so that the dogs salivated whenever they heard a bell. There was no denying that I had been programmed to associate restraint and pain with sexual release and the greater the one the greater the other. My captor was tall and thickset, a brute of a man with dark wavy hair. He walked slowly around me viewing me from every angle. "How are we feeling today Number Six?" "Very well thank you Sir." "Are you looking forward to receiving a lot of pain Missy?" "If you please Sir." "You do know that there is no limit to what I can do to you don't you?" "Yes Sir." This rather forced conversation went on for a while as he relished and savoured the total power which he had over my naked girlflesh. In the background I could hear the sounds of other girls being whipped and just next to me I could see a row of nooses hanging from an overhead beam. Two of them were occupied by naked, handcuffed girls and the ropes were being winched up so that the distressed young women were obliged to stand on tiptoe to avoid being throttled. In this uncomfortable position they were being masturbated and flagellated. My captor took a heavy nipple clamp from a table and began to tighten it around my left nipple enjoying the pained expression on my face as he did so. Of course he went on to clamp the other nipple and then added a series of lead weights which he enjoyed touching causing them to swing to and fro adding to my increasing discomfort. I could not see what he was doing as my vision was blocked by the huge plank locked around my neck so I had no warning of when the pain was going to increase. "Put out your tongue for me." I obeyed and received a powerful spring clip on the end of my tongue. He proceeded to connect a short chain from this clip to a hook on the bottom of the stock. It is almost impossible for a girl to keep silent in this position so even his smallest movement caused me to utter a chorus of "Urgh, aggh, ggargh." The Laurels He once again went to the table and then stood before me displaying the largest chromium speculum which I had ever seen. However he found that I was positioned too upright to allow him the access which he needed so he turned the screw on the pillar supporting my head and wrists and I found myself lowered into a position where my back was horizontal and my spread buttocks were in the air. I issued forth a few more inarticulate gurgles as I felt the cold metal on my pussy and then he began to turn the screw on the speculum forcing me wide open. I could imagine him behind me looking into my pink, moist intimate cavity and then I felt the sudden warmth which caused me to catch my breath. I issued a loud groan as I suddenly felt the sharp burning sensation in my most private place. The bastard had eased a lighted candle into the cavity being held open by the speculum and now he was allowing hot wax to drip inside me. Fortunately he soon tired of this game but then I felt something hard and quite narrow being pushed into my back passage. This was not too bad until he began to yank the rod back and forth pulling against my anal muscles. All the while that he was amusing himself behind me, the weights pulling on my nipples were swinging back and forth causing exquisite agony. If a girl's nipples are simply clamped and left they go numb but each time that the weights swung they affected different nerves so I was constantly being subjected to new pain. Before the long evening ended I had been sexually violated in every possible orifice and dried semen covered my body, face and hair. I spent the night chained on the floor of a tiny cell in the basement of the main house. X We Laurels Girls are valuable pieces of property so, although we are frequently abused, we also have to be looked after and properly maintained. For this reason I was taken out of my cell the following morning and locked into a large bedroom with en suite bathroom and a large, well-stocked wardrobe. I took a long bath with the very best foams, fragrances and shampoo and then I relaxed on the bed in a white satin gown. It may seem strange to you that I spend so much time with all my charms on full display to anyone who can afford to pay for me but girls are trained from a very early age by their mothers to be modest and, left to ourselves, most girls will put on some covering. After a while a tray was brought in bearing a very palatable brunch and limitless coffee and orange juice. I opened the white envelope on the tray and read the neat, handwritten script telling me to prepare for a visit from a very special client. It emphasised that this man was to be given whatever pleasure he desired and even the smallest lapse on my part would lead to pain the like of which I could not imagine. I waited in anticipation lying on the bed wearing a white frothy nightdress, brief lacy white panties and my shimmering satin gown. I had spent a lot of time on my hair which now shone and was adorned by a wide pink ribbon. Then I heard the key in the lock and he came in. My mouth fell open as I leapt off the bed and stood facing my daddy. He was wearing one of his many expensive suits and a silk shirt. I stood in silence as he locked the door and slipped the key into his jacket pocket. Then he turned to me. I was still speechless as my very own daddy seated himself on the bed and drew me down onto his lap then he slipped off his jacket and began to stroke my hair taking in the sweet scent of the shampoo which I had used. "You have a lovely fresh smell Kitty." "Daddy I. Um. I mean what..." He chuckled his lovely warm chuckle and then explained. "I knew I had spoiled you and your life was on the slide. How many times did I have to bail you out of scrapes?" I had no answer and he went on. "It was a hard choice to bring you here but it gave you the training which I had failed to give you and you are better for it aren't you Kitty." My mind could not keep up with all this. "Yes but how did.." There was that chuckle again. "Oh Kitty you are so slow. Where did you think the money came from to put you through school and to give you your very generous allowance and all those expensive birthday presents?" I was starting to catch up. I had never really paid any attention to Daddy's work as long as it kept the goodies flowing. He always said that we lived from investments but now I knew what assets he had invested in. He had eased open my gown and begin to nibble my neck as he rested one hand on my breast and the other crept up my thigh. "Daddy, what are you doing?" "You were expecting your most important client and you'd better believe it. You have work to do Kitty." Every time he used his pet name for me I began to tingle down there just a bit more and that had been the case ever since I knew which part of me was called my kitty. I could feel a very large and distinctly hard lump underneath my bottom as he slipped the gown from my shoulders and began to ease my nightie up over my head. This was so wild. Every girl fantasises about her daddy but to have it actually happening is quite frankly disorientating. He was kissing each of my breasts in turn, breasts which he had seen growing as my blouses slowly began to bulge. I had been proud when I developed the physical evidence that I was growing up and part of me had the wicked idea of showing them off to my daddy but I knew that was very naughty and must never happen. My head reached up to him and I began to plant tiny kisses on his face as I felt his fingers pull aside my panties and begin to gently knead me as he made me need him. My whole body had become pliant and I slipped sideways as he held me in his powerful arms. Then he let me go so that I was reclining on the bed with him looking down at me taking in the body which he was about to enjoy. He shed his clothing then he eased my panties down and off. I was acutely aware of my hairless slit under his eyes and then he bent his head to kiss me deeply on the lips before easing his tongue into his daughter. I felt his warm fingers working at my kitty and my legs opened. Daddy shifted his position ever so slightly and then he was covering me and taking me fully. The two of us spent all afternoon in that luxurious bedroom and my daddy took me in every way possible. He could be so very gentle but he was also energetic and demanding and he made me show off every lesson I had learned since coming to The Laurels. It is probably true that he did not give me sufficient discipline at home but in between oh so satisfying sex sessions he handed out very strict discipline that afternoon as he told me that his Kitty was going to be the best and most accomplished girl at The Laurels but achieving this was going to take a very great deal of effort and training.