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Sandler Finishing School Ch. 01

By: humanoid_typhoon



I felt a small jolt, the family car going over a small pothole in the road as I breathed deeply and started to wake myself up. I could feel the dry acrid heat against my skin, sweaty from the warmth of the car as I blearily I opened my eyes, feeling disorientated. Slowly as they came into focus, I realised that I was staring down at orange trousers, my head bent forward at a painful angle and I shuffled in my seat to sit up straight.

Confusion hit me. This wasn't my parents car. Where in the Heavens was I? It looked like some kind of old fashioned school bus, like you saw in documentaries about the twenty hundreds. I seemed to be sitting behind the bus driver, at least I presumed he was the bus driver - he was wearing a sweaty tan uniform with unrecognizable patches on his sleeve and a official look hat, stained from sweat around the edges. I took another deep breath to try and clear the fog from my head. I don't remember getting on the bus. My hair was sticking to my face, obscuring my view and I reached up to push it out of my eyes. Something was holding them behind me. I could feel...a warm metal perhaps holding me down, keeping my hands behind my back. Where in the Heavens was I?

A gravelly voice jolted me to full alertness.

"Alright darlings we're here. Welcome to Sandler Finishing School! The finest in re-doctrine and reconditioning this side of the world." The voice said as he walked to the back of the bus were he paused. "Keep quiet and do as you're told and you'll graduate in no time. Now I'm about to unfasten your locks to your chair, make any sudden movements and we will simply punish you. And I promise you, you won't like that. Clear?"

Two other voices called out, startling me. I didn't know there were two other girls on the bus. One of them sounded like she was crying, the other a resigned quiet voice. I heard his footsteps come quickly striding up to my back when suddenly a hand tangled painfully in my hair, pulling it tight and wrenching my head up.

"Clear?" he hissed, angrily in my ear.

"Yes sir" I rasped, coughing from the dryness of my mouth. Slowly his hand released its tight grip on my hair.

"That was close, princess. Remember to always answer me or you'll regret it, understood?"

"Yes sir" I agreed quickly. I breathed a small sigh of relief but suddenly I was being shoved forward, my legs reflexively kicking out for balance.

"Stop fucking struggling" he ordered angrily and I had to take a deep breath to calm myself as he pushed my forward some more and painfully pulled my arms up and started tightening the chains for a second. Suddenly some of the weight fell off and I realised that he had unlocked them from the chair. He let me go and walked away. Slowly I sat up, my eyes tracking him as he moved to the back of the bus to unfasten the girl sitting at the back. Tears had streaked her make up as she cried to herself softly. With short brown hair and full lips she looked pretty, even wearing the same horrible orange jumpsuit that I was wearing. She cowered away from the guard as he stood over her, his hands pushing her down and pulling her arms up painfully as he unlocked her chains before moving onto the final girl sitting a couple of rows behind me. Defeat was plastered over her beautifully delicate features. She looked like a spoilt brat but certainly didn't act like it as she hunched herself over to make it easier for the guard to reach her arms. Her hair was slightly shorter then mine, touching her shoulders, and it fell like a curtain to hide her face as she was unlocked from her seat. As the guard straightened he gave me a look, frowning when he saw me watching him. I quickly turned back around and tried to cover my shivers as he walked towards me, his boots thumping heavily on the floor of the bus. Thank the Heavens, he walked past me and pressed a button on the door to the bus, opening it with a hiss.

"Right girls out you come and follow me for registration." He ordered us before he stepped out into the blinding sunshine. The girls stood and walked past us, the driver watching them pass before giving me a look before I quickly jumped up and nearly stumbled when I realised my hands were still bound behind my back. Quickly I caught my balance and followed them out. Whiteness filled my vision and I took 2 steps before stumbling into the girl who was still sobbing to herself.

"Careful back there!" Our guard ordered before he grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.

"This way" He ordered us as he pulled me along. I went with him, there was no chance of getting out his grip, as we walked up to the wide glass doors. The guards eyed us with interest as they held the door open and we walked through into the cool interior. The trainers on my feet squeaked as we were marched past several rows of doors and up to the front desk where we were stopped in front of a short man wearing the same uniform as our guards.

Forms were produced and shoved onto the desk as this new guard pulled out a pair of glasses from his pocket and shoved them on the tip of his nose. Shuffling through them he glanced at each of us in turn before picking up his pen and signing them. He passed them back to our original guard.

"Kennedy has room 4, Terris room 18 and McLean room 19." He said before pressing a button on his phone and picking it up. As our guards led us away I only caught a quiet "That's shuttle 4431 arrived.." before we were out of hearing. A door with a large 4 on it was suddenly in front of me and I was being pushed through leaving me standing in a room that somewhat looked like a doctor's office. A large desk dominated the room, computer and office clutter stacked neatly to the side. Framed certificates filled one of the walls, thick heavy doors on the other walls. Apart from the 2 guards and woman in a lab coat sitting behind the desk it wouldn't have felt threatening.

She looked to be about in her late thirties and with a stern look on her face I got the impression that she was a professional. Her make up was light and her dark hair was tied up in a tidy bun. The frown on her face deepened as she saw me looking at her. 

"First day at Sandlers and you're already late. Sit down and answer my questions" She said in a clipped voice.

Slowly I stepped forward and eying the two guards, carefully sat down on the hard chair in front of the desk.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You're at Sandler Finishing School." She replied evenly as she looked me up and down, mentally weighing me. I didn't like it.

"What am I doing here? Why am I in a finishing school anyway? Who are you?" I asked in a rush. What in the Heavens was going on? The woman sighed and sat back in her seat, a brown file laid open in front of her and from my seat I caught a glimpse of the photo I submitted to the church on my 19th birthday as was required.

"I am Professor Goodwin, head of Saint Peter's House. You are here for the sin of fornication on the 22nd of May 2044. You are Abigail Kennedy correct?" she said in her business voice.

"I'm Abby, yeah. But what was that about fornication?" I asked flabbergasted. She looked down at the file in her hands.

"Do you deny that on the 22nd of May 2044 you had unmarried sex with one Jonathon Kilter in your bedroom?" My eyes widened in shock. How on earth could she know? We had been so careful! I tried to work my dry tongue around my mouth to answer her but I could tell by the look in her dark eyes that she would know I was lying. Carefully she lay the file on the desk and turned it to face me so that I could see the photo of me and my boyfriend Jon, arms around each other, me on his lap, naked bodies tangled together. I flushed, ashamed of myself as I looked away, trying to deny this evidence they had on me. She picked up the folder again and started flipping through it.

"Abigail you do know the punishment for fornication, don't you?" I nodded my head numbly. Of course I did, we were taught about it in Sunday school every week.

"You'll be here for a year, if you are repentant and well behaved. Any misdemeanors mean it will take longer to be forgiven. Do you understand Abigail?" She asked me. Miserably I nodded, trying to breath carefully and not cry. I couldn't do this. This wasn't fair! We loved each other! They couldn't do this to me! But here I was. I felt a tear slip out and track down my face as Professor Goodwin watched from behind her desk. I wanted to wipe it away but with my hands behind my back it was impossible.

"Abigail we are going to need to take some measurements before we can register you. The guards will take you through to get cleaned then I shall conduct the measurements myself. Its through that door on your right." She said nodding towards it as she bent her head back over my file. Numbly I stood up and with the 2 guards following make my way to the door and opening it for me. We went through to the showering area, the white tiles clean and sparkling as I stepped through. The door closed behind me and I turned realising the guards were still behind me.

"Can I get some privacy?" I asked, disbelieving. They looked at each other and grinned.

"No Miss you cannot. Now get undressed and we are here to make sure you're properly cleaned." One of the said, taking a step forward and pulling me roughly towards him.

"Hey!" I cried but he already had his hands on the zip to my jump suit and with one practiced motion unzipped it from my collar down to my crotch.

"What the Heavens are you doing?" I screamed but the guard ignored me as he roughly started pulling the suit off me and exposing my body. "Get off me!" I cried, struggling, but with my hands behind my back and the two of them I had no chance as they pulled the garment off my body carelessly. I bucked, squirmed and tried to kick out but my efforts were feeble against the two men. They laughed as I stood there, my bare feet on the tiles, as I tried to huddle in on myself with my hands still behind my back. One of the guards pinned my arms from behind, pulling me up on my tip toes as his friend ran his eyes over me.

"Very nice. You don't get out in the sun much do you?" He asked his hand slowly reaching out to touch my pale skin. I tried to wiggle backwards but it was no use and the guards fingers brushed against my bare breast.

"Ah, I love a girl with big tits" He said crudely, his fingers under my breast as his thumb rolled across my pink nipple before tweaking it.

"Let go of me!" I demanded but both guards just chuckled and then started pushing me towards the drain in the corner of the room. Above the drain I could see the shower head sticking out of the wall as it dripped onto the tiles. The first guard let me go and as I huddled into the corner of the shower with my backs to them, he flipped a switch on the wall. Instantly cool water sprayed down, covering me in icy cold water. Instinctively I shrieked and jumped back but a guard already had a hold of me and forced me in again. The water was cold! Icy jets sprayed against my body in a deluge that had me shivering from my head down to the tips of my toes. I could hear the guards laughter at my discomfort.

"Hurry up and wash up, love. The faster you get this done, the faster you can come out again." I quickly tried to wiggle my body through the water, raising my arms as far behind my back as I could to wash myself. The guards watched, smirks on their face as I hopped around to clean myself. One moved over to the wall and pulled out a hose before sending a blast of fresh water over me. This water wasn't so cold but the force of it hitting my body made me wince.

"Now turn around" The guard instructed me and I was helpless to disobey as he sprayed me with the hose making sure I was completely clean before turning the water off. I stepped out of cold puddles back towards the center of the room before one of the guards grabbed my arm again and spun me round.

"Now bend over, love" he smirked as he shoved me down onto my knees. Panic set in and I forced myself to move, crawling forward and trying to stand up. I cried out as he grabbed me again, his fingers biting into the flesh of my upper arms as he shoved me on the ground again. He lifted one leg over me and pinned my down on all fours beneath his weight. I tried shifting side to side but he wouldn't budge.

"Stop moving. We just need to make sure you're completely cleaned love" he told me mercilessly. And then I felt it. The tip of the hose between the cheeks of my bum.

"No....please!" I begged, tears slipping down my face but they didn't care. I felt the oiled nozzle touch my anus and I reflexively shivered. Slowly it was pushed in, opening me wider and wider as it slid into me, penetrating my ass.

"It'll be over soon" the guard on top of me whispered, when suddenly warm water was filling my passage. I shuddered once and then twice, feeling it inside of me, filling me up. Tears dripped down my face at the invasion but I was helpless to stop it as I felt it filling my ass. And then suddenly water was escaping. I could feel it running down the back of my thighs as I closed my eyes and prayed it would be over soon.

The hose was removed and I was washed once more under the cold shower as the guards took turns spraying my defenseless body with the hose, grinning and making comments about what they liked about my body. Soon they pulled me out and marched me back to the door. Before I could even register that they hadn't given me any new clothes we were back through into Professor Goodwin's office. I dripped water all the way down to my seat before the guards dropped me into it and stepped back, either side of me. I wrapped my arms around myself to cover my nakedness. Professor Goodwin looked up from my file.

"Stop that right now. You've no right to be modest about your body after the things you've done!" She said sternly, piercing me with a glare. Instantly a guard grabbed me and pulled me off my chair onto my knees. All I could do is yelp in surprise before his hand swished down and slapped into the unprotected skin of my bum. I yelped in shock and surprise but the guard didn't seem to care as he grabbed my upper arm once more and pulled me back into my chair.

"From now on you'll learn to obey my instructions or you will be punished more. Understand?" Goodwin said over the tops of her glasses.

"Yes...Professor" I answered, my arms slowly dropping to my sides and baring my breasts.

"Good. Now stand up while I take my measurements."

And she did. As I stood there, looking at my feet in shame she ran her tape measure over me taking in all my angles and lengths, all the while muttering to herself.

"Hmmm a bit on the curvy side, but very well proportioned. Nice D cup breasts, very perky. Short, but I always find that adorable. Blue eyes, nice and clear too. Your hair should be styled but I like the length, it makes you look somewhat chaste having it just long enough to cover your nipples." and so she continued to prod, squeeze, caress and touch my body. Her fingers dipped between my thighs and I couldn't help myself as I grabbed her wrist before she could touch me. She looked at my hand and then into my eyes. Anger was building in those dark orbs.

"Unhand me right now." she said coldly. I felt all my strength leave me as my hand relaxed and let her go. Immediately her hand shot forward, and she inserted a finger deep into my pussy. I groaned, my muscles instinctively tightening around her finger as she continued to probe me.

"Relax Abigail" She told me and I had to calm myself and steady my breathing before I could relax my vaginal muscles. Slowly she removed her finger and brought it up to her mouth. I couldn't help but stare into her eyes as she watched my reaction as she slowly licked her finger. Another tear slipped out that I couldn't wipe away.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" she said turning away and moving back to her desk. "Grab her and spread her legs" she ordered.

Before I could move the guards were already forcing me into the seat, my legs apart as I kicked and struggled between them. Even though they had no problem keeping my legs wide I still fought, cursing and begging as I kicked my legs trying to escape. Professor Goodwin just looked at me, not even caring as she pulled a dildo out from one of her desk drawers and walking over to kneel between my legs. I turned my face away, embarrassment burning the energy from me as I sobbed quietly. I could feel her hands between my lax legs and the dildo pushing against my pussy.

"See it's not so bad" Goodwin told me. "Look you're already wet. You're just being silly". Shock made me turn my head to look at her. I was wet? I couldn't be getting excited about this...this...perversion! But I was, and I could see my own juices on the tip of the plain clear dildo Professor Goodwin was rubbing against my entrance.

I only had time for one whispered "Please..." when she thrust it deep into me. I cried out in shock as it penetrated me, it filled me and I could feel it push deeper until it could go no further. My toes curled and I squirmed and I could feel my body betray me as my juices ran out of my pussy. Professor Goodwin bent her head over the dildo and then slowly pulled it out. I could feel the pleasure shoot through my body as it came clear and for a second I all I could feel was disappointed that she was studying it rather then sliding it back into me.

"6 inches deep. Not bad." She muttered before putting it down and picking up something else. It was a long thin plastic rod, with varying sizes of beads on it, gradually getting larger as it got closer to the small ring handle.

"Now sit still girl" Professor Goodwin ordered as she spread my butt cheeks wide. I squirmed as her fingers rubbed a lubricant on my anus and smoothed it in. I turned my head away as I felt the tip slid into my ass, my sphincter widening to accommodate the bead until it was all the way in. I could feel it, pushing inside of me further and further, another bead meeting my sphincter muscle, pausing for a second and then pushing in. It stretched me wider and wider as it filled me until I felt like it must be inside my stomach. I couldn't take anymore, I could feel another bead pushing and pushing but it was too big. Suddenly the beads started slipping out of me, pushing against the sides and causing me to shiver in anticipation as each bead came out of my ass. I couldn't help myself as I counted them come through, 1, 2, 3 and the fourth bead came clear. I groaned loudly. Now that they had been removed I felt...empty.

"Ok Abigail, one final test and then you can get changed and go to your assigned dorm room." I turned my head to look at her but she had already moved, the dildo sliding into me as I gasped in surprise. She buried it in me again and then something happened. It started vibrating. I cried out as the vibrations ran through me, my legs shuddering with it and I couldn't help but throw my head back and groan in pleasure at the pleasure running through me. It was horrible, perverse and it was intensely pleasurable. I couldn't take it, I could feel it already building up inside of me. That's when Professor Goodwin's finger found my clit. I could feel it on the small nub and couldn't help myself. It was as if my clit was a switch to be pressed to orgasm. And orgasm i did. My legs shook and I cried out loudly before I could bite my lip to quieten myself. My climax shot through me, red hot and intense as the heat from my crotch seemed to emanate throughout my entire body. The dildo slid out of my and thumped to the floor, pushed out my my own sticky wetness now trickling down my thighs.

My body shook once more and then I crashed, energy spent. The guards let go off my legs but I couldn't move myself, the pleasure ebbing through my entire body with glow of heat. I sighed out, muscles relaxing as all I could do was sink back into the chair, my eyes droopy with fatigue. Professor Goodwin was standing above me, a small sadistic smile spreading across her face as she looked down on me.


Sandler Finishing School Ch. 01



"Welcome to Sandler Finishing School, Miss Kennedy"



Sandler Finishing School Ch. 02



Introduction

"Welcome to Sandler Finishing School, Miss Kennedy"

I looked away, panting, embarrassed. I pulled my legs together to hide myself and shuffled up in my seat. Pleasure was still pulsing between my legs and flowing through my body as I breathed deeply, mortified at how I reacted. Professor Goodwin didn't seem to care. She walked around her desk and pulled a familiar looking orange jumpsuit out throwing it to me. I didn't have time to even move my arms as it crumpled into me and I grabbed it, covering my body from view. Professor Goodwin stared at me for a second and then picked up her phone and punched in a few numbers. I heard it ring for a second and then a masculine voice, barely audible spoke something on the other end.

"Professor Hartman it's Goodwin. Can you send Scorsha through? I want her to show a new girl around." Her eyes never left mine as she spoke through the phone. Another barely audible reply as Professor Goodwin smiled.
"Perfect. She'll be ready by then. Thank you Hartman." She put the phone down, looking me up and down.

"Get dressed, someone is coming to show you to your dorm room and explain the rules of Sandler Finishing House. Do exactly as she says, she's the First Girl of Saint Peter's House and she has the same privileges as your teachers. If she has to come to me because of something you've done, you'll regret it for a long time. Do you understand, Abigail?"

"Yes, Professor" I replied, heart pounding painfully in my chest. Some of the students had the same authority as the teachers? Why in the Heaven's did that sound so ominous? Professor Goodwin was still watching me.

"I thought I told you to get dressed?" she asked softly and I jumped slightly in my seat.

"Sorry Professor" I said quickly and jumped up, quickly unrolling the new jumpsuit and pushing my legs through the trouser. It was quite a struggle to pull it up over my shoulder and squeeze my arms in but it was better then having the two guards, still quietly watching behind me, force me into it just as they forced me out of it. As I reached down to zip myself up I felt a sticky residue on my fingers and felt embarrassment flare through me again. I was still wet and a small wet patch was very visible through the horrible orange fabric on my crotch. For only a second I thought about asking for a new jumpsuit but after a quick glance into Professor Goodwin's dark eyes convinced me that it would do me no good. I pulled the zip right up and crossed my arms around my stomach feeling miserable as I stared down at my bare feet. Would it do me any good to ask for shoes?

Professor Goodwin stepped in front of me and held something out in her hand. I automatically shrank back from her hand and had to control myself from not stepping backwards.

"Put this on. From now on you're not ever to take this collar off. Ever." she told me, her voice light as she held up the plain black leather collar. A metallic ring hung on the front of it with a small tag. Professor Goodwin gave me a predatory smile as she showed me what the tag said.

Abigail Kennedy.

She turned it with her long fingers so that I could see the other side.

Fornication.

I could feel tears threatening again as she leaned in close, her hands going round the back of my neck as the leather collar was put on. Deftly she fastened it and stepped back, a fingernail pinging of the tag before her hand shot down and grabbed between my legs. My hands clenched as I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. She caressed my pussy, feeling the dampness on the fabric of my crotch before removing her hand and sitting on the edge of her desk.

A loud knock on the door jolted me and I opened my eyes and stared fearfully at the door on my left.

"Come in, Scorsha," Professor Goodwin called. The door opened and a girl walked into the room. I could only stare. What in the Heavens was she wearing? The girl was taller then me, with nice curvy hips. Her breasts pushed against the white shirt she was wearing. Her golden blonde hair was short, only just reaching her neck and curling outwards at the tips. But what caught my attention was her eyes. Cold, icy blue. Clear and deep like the ocean. Her uniform looked like something from a fashion magazine. A black top, somewhat like a fabric corset but with straps going over her shoulders and only half covering her breasts was layered on top of her crisp white shirt, a dark red tie dangling in front of it. The short plaid skirt was the same colour as the tie and looked to be barely covering her ass. The skirts shortness was empathized by the thigh length stockings she was wearing, coming up to her upper thigh, only an inch or two below her skirt. I couldn't help myself as my mouth gaped open as she studied me, her eyes moving up and down my body, cataloging me. I saw her smirk when she noticed the dark stain on my crotch and I flushed in shame.

"I'm here as requested Professor Goodwin." she said with an American twang. Was this school in America? Professor Goodwin stood up and walked over to the girl. They were roughly the same height but Professor Goodwin had the advantage in her heels.

"Take Miss Kennedy to the house dorms please and show her around. You'll have to explain the rules to her too." She said and reached between her legs lifting her skirt. I stood frozen, watching with disbelief as Scorsha didn't even flinch as Professor Goodwin lifted her skirt revealing a pair of lacey black panties. As Goodwin leaned in close to inspect them I caught a glimpse of something... It looked like... A pink vibrator? I could just see a peek of it, quivering from inside of her and held in place by her underwear. I caught a glimpse of shiny juices on the inside of her thighs before Professor Goodwin dropped her skirt back into position and pulled a chain leash out of her pocket and shoved it in Scorsha's waiting hand. No...they couldn't....

Scorsha grinned at me as she calmly walked up and reached out, pulling me forward by my collar before clipping it on. She looked down at the name tag on it and smiled.

"Come with me then Abigail!" she said as she gave the leash a small tug and pulled me out of the office and into the school grounds.

Students were wandering across the grounds, crisscrossing in front of us as they moved to classes or to their dorms. I gave a shudder at all the girls wearing those immodest uniforms. Worse then that were the guys. There were men on the grounds and not just guards. Students. Their uniform was a more normal shirt, tie and trousers but they all wore the same black leather collar as me. I could feel their eyes on me, judging me. Every time someone caught my eye they would look me up and down, noticing the stain on my crotch. I quickly had to look away each time before I saw the smirk. This school was confusing. Everywhere I looked something awful was happening - in the main building we had stood and watched tall redhead girl being held against the wall as one of the guards removed her panties and shoved them in her mouth before raping her. Scorsha seemed to take delight in telling me that the girl had probably not answered the guard back. I stood, horrified as the guard came inside of her and then let her fall, zipping himself up and walking away as she sobbed on the ground. When we passed through the grounds, passed the eating hall towards the dorms I saw 3 girls bending a short boy over on all fours. Two of them were holding him down while the other pulled his trousers down and was spanking him with a paddle of some type. No matter how he shouted or struggled he couldn't free himself. Scorsha seemed to enjoy watching this, pulling me closer to them and calling out to the girl handing out the paddling.

"Teagan! What's he done now?" She laughed. Teagan's head came up and she grinned back at my captor.

"We caught him jerking off to Amy being punished over there!" she called over with a toss of her head further down the path. We both turned to look over and I was shocked to see two girls. One sitting with her legs wide open, her hand painfully gripping the others hair as she forced her head between her legs. The other girl didn't look to be even resisting. Not that she could have with her hands handcuffed behind her back like that. What in the Heavens?!

"Why is she being punished?" I whispered, a tremor in my voice. Scorsha glared at me and with a flick of her wrist whipped the chain across my buttocks. I yelped and jumped, much to the other girls amusement. Scorsha gave me another glare.

"You talk when I say you can talk. Otherwise you'll end up like her. Got it?" she threatened. I lowered my eyes, tears close as I nodded miserably. Scorsha gave my leash another tug as she led me past the horrible scene and up the stone steps towards the school dorms. A small crowd was gathered outside the main doors, maybe 10 people, clustered around something. All I could see was a large flag pole from over the heads of all the people. Scorsha smirked to herself at this and then glanced at me.

"Let's go see what the fuss is about shall we?" She said nastily as she pulled me off balance with another tug and made her way through the crowd.
When we made it to the front with much pushing and shoving, I froze. Tied to the pole was a girl. Tall, lanky with incredibly long blonde hair, she was beautiful. Even in her predicament I couldn't help feeling myself get turned on, my body betraying me. Tears dripped steadily from her green eyes, mixing with the saliva dripping from her chin, a black ball gag holding her mouth wide open. She was tied to the pole, her arms behind her back and at an angle so that her head was tipped forward. Her hair streamed past her face until one of the watching boys stepped forward and pulled her hair back to give everyone a better view. A better view of the vibrating cock held inside of her. I could see its wide girth, pushing past her short blonde pubic hair, damp with her juices as it loudly vibrated inside of her. She gave out another moan, her head flopping forward as she closed her eyes. She was sitting on some sort of stone mound, her legs wide apart like she was riding a saddle, her feet secured by rope to keep her from kicking out.

I couldn't believe it. What in the Heavens had she done to deserve this? Tears and drool ran from her chin and dripped onto her small chest. Her hair, so sleek and shiny was stuck to it, matted where it made contact. Her eyes opened again, her eyes wide as she threw her head back and groaned loudly through her gag. Her body shifted on the phallus, grinding itself against it, as she moaned again and again. A shudder ran through her body and she cried one last time before her head flopped forward once more and fresh tears spilled. Had she just came?

"This is horrible" I whispered forgetting myself for a second. I felt the chain over my bum again and yelped in shock. A couple of heads turned and looked at me, but everyone was too interested in this poor girls torture.

"She made me look bad." Scorsha snarled at me, real anger in her voice as she pulled me close. "Lost us House points. I won't have someone making this House look bad. Noone. Understand?" I looked her in the eye, horrified at the acid in her voice.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Why aren't you helping these people?"
Anger flowed across her features as she pulled me closer to her. She stared down at me with those icy eyes.

"What did you say?" She hissed. I could feel tears coming. I couldn't take this. I felt one slip out and burn down my cheek.

"Why?" I whispered croakily.

Scorsha laughed and pushed me away. She looked around the crowd to see more people watching us. Looking back at me she grinned.

"You want to help her?" she asked, flipping her head to point towards the bound girl. I held my breath, afraid to answer.

"I said, do you want to help her?" She demanded louder. My bowed my head, tears spilling from me in shame.

"Yes" I whispered.

"Then you can take her place instead!" She declared pulling me forward. I screamed out as she grabbed my hair, pulling me around. I reached out to try and grab her but someone already had my wrist, pulling it down and holding it behind my back. Hands grabbed me from behind as I struggled, grabbing my legs and tripping me over. I kicked and struggled but there were too many people, all eager to please the Head Girl. Hands grabbed me, pawing at my breasts, my ass, pulling my zip down. I cried out for help but that just made them laugh as they pulled my jumpsuit off me and I was pulled to my feet and pushed towards the pole. Someone had already taken the blonde girl off the mound, she stood huddling in on herself, misery etched on her face as she forced herself to watch me be forced against the pole and tied to it. My hands were tied behind my back and my legs were forced apart. Scorsha stepped forward, a glint of victory in her eye as she held my leash and smiled down at me. She leaned down and picked my jumpsuit off the ground where it had been discarded by one of the students. She threw it at the blonde girl who caught it and held it to herself to cover her nakedness.

"You hold onto that, Leanne" she told her with a nasty grin. "It's the least you can do for her taking your place". The girl was still crying but she nodded before staring down at her bare feet in shame. Scorsha turned her attention back to me.

"Please...please don't do this." I begged, brokenly. I feel the edge of the vibrating phallus touching the lips of my pussy as I shivered in fear. I couldn't help myself and looked down at it, Leanne's juices still sticky on it. Scorsha stepped forward and held out the black ball gag. I could see shiny drool still coating it. They were going to force this one me. My mind couldn't process this, the horror of it overwhelming.

"Please, please, please" I cried, tears dripping down my face as she smiled and slowly forced the gag past my clenched teeth and into my mouth. I could taste Leanne's saliva and cried harder. Fastening it behind my head Scorsha stepped back and smiled.

"You did want to help her" she said and with a suddenness that shocked me, pushed me down onto the cock.

It filled me, the vibrations stirring my insides to goo in an instant as I screamed behind the gag. The watchers stared with an avid curiosity as I threw back my head and screamed again and again. I wanted to struggle, to fight, anything to get away from this but I could barely move. The cock was deep inside me, filling me completely, waves of pleasure pumping through my traitorous body. How could it do this to me? I didn't want this, but my body did. It craved for it. My head flopped forward, my hair covering my face as tears dripping down my cheeks. Another wave of pleasure and I cried out again, drool slipping past the gag and slicking my chest. I was mortified, how could my own body do this to me? I tried to lift myself from the phallus but I could barely control my legs. A shudder ran through me, and then another. Please no. Not this. I closed my eyes tight, denying this moment, denying this feeling. Please no. I can't cum. Don't cum. Don't. Can't. Please no.

But I did.

With a shriek I felt it forced out of me, my juices pouring between my thighs as it escaped my pussy. Another wave of saliva flowed past the gag, running down my chin and dripping onto my chest as a fresh batch of tears dripped from my eyes. Brokenly I squinted through them to Scorsha watching me, wonder and lust in her eyes.

"Beautiful!" she declared loudly as the others grinned and whispered to themselves. She came forward and crouched next to me.

"Let's see how many times you can cum in half an hour shall we?" she asked with a smile before turning and walking away with a sultry grace, the small crowd slowly following. Leaving me alone, wallowing in my misery.



Sandler Finishing School Ch. 03



Dorms

Another tremor shook my legs but I couldn't find the energy to cry out. It wouldn't do much good behind the gag anyway. Lazily the orgasm worked its way through my body, a dull pulsing heat flashing weakly through my hot body. It was getting harder to recognise the orgasms, my body had stopped a couple of orgasms ago. My pussy felt on fire, scorching hot. But it had been like that for so long I barely noticed it anymore. My eyesight felt blurry, my body weak. My hair hung limply down my face, plastered to my chest as I shook my head to clear it. Everything was still a haze, like the pleasure didn't want me to know anything beyond my own body. I wasn't even sure it was pleasure anymore. The buzzing between my legs no longer made me shake, no longer fired heat and electricity through my body. Instead it was a constant overload, almost in the same way that when you plunge into freezing water it hits you like a fist in the stomach, but spend a while in it and you no longer notice the cold. It's still there, just your mind stops giving it so much attention. Is that what this is?, I thought. Hypothermia orgasms? Damn, I really must be delirious.

I couldn't feel my arms, I knew they were stretched out and tied up behind me, but they had gone numb from my weight leaning forward, pulling on the rope. My legs....I could barely feel them. I tried to shift my weight around but felt the dildo I was impaled on stab deeper into me and I cried out as the sensation pulsed through me. When in the Heavens would this end? The heat was rising from me again, and I had to hold back tears as I felt it shudder numbly through me. Warm wetness trickled down my thigh and I couldn't be sure if it was my own juices or just drool. Heavens knew how much of both I'd been producing since I'd been cruel forced onto this device.

Weakly I raised my head and squinted through my tears. The indistinct blur showed someone taller then me standing directly in front of me, another blur standing next to the first and seemly waving its arms about. The first blur seemed to be orange, with a spill of blonde hair. Leanne? I weakly wondered, my eyes still not able to focus properly. Why was she still here? And wearing my jumpsuit? I strained to ignore the pulses through my body to focus on the scene in front of me.

"....alone. She's......enough without you...till.....leave her be!"

The words seemed to blur, or maybe it was simply my grasp of their meaning that blurred. The second person moved forward and cold hands roughly grabbed my breasts. I groaned loudly, the icy cold of the hands cutting through my warmness was shocking and I tried to writhe away from them.

"See, she loves it. Don't you slut?" a masculine voice demanded. I shook my head, numbly as his hands squeezed and groped me, powerless to stop him. His hands caressed me, fingertips gliding lightly over my hard nipples as he teased me.

"Look how erect they are! Nice and perky!" he exclaimed and he pinched down on them painfully. I cried out, drool dripping down my chin and dripping into my hair already stuck to my chest. I tried to beg him to stop, that he was hurting me, that I couldn't take anymore, but the more I tried to talk the more saliva escaped between my teeth and the gag forced in my mouth. Heat started to pulse weakly between my thighs again, my traitorous body responding against my will. Please not again.

"Leave her alone! It's already been the half an hour Scorsha said she would be on there for!" Leanne's fuzzy form stepped forward her voice shrill. I stared at her, silently pleading her to stop this punishment. She looked scared, her long blonde hair still in a scraggly mess hanging down her body. She was still clutching my jumpsuit to herself to cover her nakedness as she tried to stop this boy from touching me. It made no difference. I saw his face turn into a sneer as he reached slowly down, his fingers stretching out to touch my bullet hard clit. I screamed behind the gag as icy coolness spread through me, my body arcing involuntarily at his cold touch. It shot through the warm numbness and I shivered into a shuddering climax, my legs feebly twitching as my head flopped forward in misery. I heard him laugh as he withdrew his hand from between my legs and wipe the sticky juices on his fingertips across my stomach as he turned back to the upset blonde girl.

"Don't ever try to stop me again Leanne. St John's House is higher up then St Peters. If I want anything from St Peters I'll come and take it." He hissed at her before turning on his heel and walking away. Leanne's eyes followed him for a minute before she turned back to me and quickly rushed over, dropping my clothes in a pile.

"Are you okay?" she asked urgently, her fingers in my hair as she fumbled with the catch for the gag. Pulling it free I spat it out of my mouth and winced in pain as I worked my mouth again. Her hands were already on the ropes tying my hands and feet, working to undo the knots keeping me in place.

"I'm so sorry!" she whispered "You shouldn't have taken my place....but....but thank you." The ropes fell free and I could pull my hands in front of me, pain flaring through my numb wrists as the feeling came back. Leanne came round to stand in front of me, her face so close to mine that her breath tickled my face. This close I could see the moisture in her eyes as she struggled not to cry.

"Thank you." She whispered again and hesitantly leaned forward, planting a quick kiss to my cheek. I felt like crying too but my mind was far too numb to make a reply.

"Can you stand?" She asked quietly as she wrapped an arm around my body, underneath my shoulder. I shook my head mutely. She braced herself and then pulled me up off the still vibrating dildo. I moaned as it slid out of me, my legs feeling like jelly as I stumbled against her and pushed myself weakly away from that horrible pole and mound. The wetness from my pussy slicked most of the mound and I could feel it slowly dripping down my legs now that I was standing up.

"I think I'm going to throw up" I muttered weakly as I tried to find my feet and stand still. It was too hard and I leaned heavily against the lean girl as she struggled under my weight. For a second I thought we were falling over but the blonde girl was just leaning down to pick up my clothes before wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me up.

"You'll be ok" she said quietly. "Our dormitory is very close". I took one stumbling step after another, the heat between my legs sapping them of strength. Another step. Another. Her hand was tight on my waist, her fingers pinching into my flesh. I could feel fresh tears slipping down my face as we slowly limped onwards.

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The shower did me a world of good and as I slowly got dressed into these...unusual clothes. Leanne had to show me how to get the uniform right, otherwise I may be punished. Our dorm had only 5 beds in the small room, most of the space taken up by the wardrobes by our beds. Crammed full of clothes of all shapes a quick glance at them made me think they had all been done to fit me perfectly. Leanne explained it while I got changed.

"You have to wear your uniform at all times" she told me, brushing her crazy long hair with long strokes. "Some classes demand that you change and will have clothes ready for you to wear. Never complain about them - that's one of the ways they like to punish new people. Oh and always make sure you're done up properly. They like to punish people who look slovenly. We have been picked to come here based on our looks, the other finishing schools are much worse, from what I've heard, so make sure you always look pretty." She paused in her brushing as she watched me pull the stocking up my thighs. It felt....revealing. Too revealing. Leanne seemed to not worry about so much, she was sitting cross legged on the end of my bed, a peek of her dark panties showing. She didn't seem to care. Quickly I looked away, hoping she hadn't noticed.

"Always call the teacher "Professor" and the guards "Sir" unless they demand otherwise. they get touchy about us respecting them. Most offenses are due to someone not respecting them enough. Oh, and never complain about a punishment. A girl in my photography class complained that she had been mistreated and they took her to the guard room to teach her "what real mistreatment really felt like". When she came back in the morning it was clear she'd been used by all of them." Leanne shook her head sadly and then started braiding some of hair. "Standing out can be a good or a bad thing depending. Some of the girls stand out by dressing slightly different and if they catch the eye of a teacher of guard they may get better treatment. At least they will have some measure of protection against anyone else. Of course standing out might make more people want you, so you need to be careful if you go down that route. Follow my lead as much as possible and try not to make a scene. If someone is being punished you should stand and watch it, if it doesn't make you late for something at least. If you don't it will make you look weaker, and the boys or guards will take advantage of that." she finished the braids - just from her temples - and then swept her hair back before standing up. I was ready, dressed in that awful uniform and trying to tug my skirt down to keep my ass covered. It didn't do much good.

"Ok its time for lunch, we should go or we'll be late".

We were late. I could tell by the empty corridors then we quickly ran down towards the cafeteria, shoes squeaking on the shiny floors.

"We're nearly there" Leanne told me, breathing hard as we pelted down the corridor. "When we get there follow my..."

"Halt there!" a male voice called out. I crashed into Leanne's back as she stopped instantly. We nearly fell but luckily I caught my balance and held us both up. Leanne looked at me, fear in her eyes before turning round. Past her shoulder I could see a single guard swaggering up to us in his uniform.

"Why aren't you in the canteen?" he demanded. I opened my mouth to reply but a quick glance from Leanne shut it again.

"I'm sorry Sir" she replied quickly, her head bowed submissively. "We had to get cleaned up and were on our way there now".

He sneered down at us, looking from me to her as his grin spread across his face. I bowed my head down, praying that he would leave us alone. His hand grabbed my chin and pulled my head up to meet his dark eyes.

"You're the new girl aren't you?" he asked, his warm breath in my face. I felt a flash of fear quiver through me.

"Yes..yes Sir" I replied, trying to hide the tremor in my voice, forcing myself not to pull my chin free from his hand.

"I heard that you'd only been here for 5 minutes before you got it from the Head Girl. That true?" he asked me. I lowered my eyes but he shook my face, forcing me to meet his eyes again.

"Yes Sir" I whispered.

"That must be a new record" he told me mockingly and let his hand fall from my face. Quickly I looked away. Please let us go, please let us go, please let us go....

"Both of you on your knees now" he commanded us and dread filled my body once more.....



Sandler Finishing School Ch. 04



Canteen

"Both of you on your knees now"

My heart thudded painfully in my chest, my palms sweaty. I couldn't look the guard in the face, staring down at my shoes instead. A hand grabbed mine, pulling me down. It was Leanne's, the look on her face telling me not to fight it. She was already on her knees. Slowly I knelt down, my knees touching the cold hard floor. I kept a hold of her hand to give me strength. The guards hand came up and his fingers caught my chin forcing my head up and making me look him in the eyes as he sneered at me.

"Good little slut got there in the end." he told me, fumbling with his fly. My cheeks reddened and I nearly told him that I wasn't a slut, but I knew it was no good. I was in this finishing school for a reason. Undoing his fly, the guard reached into his trousers and pulled out his erect cock, holding it in front of my face.

"Now suck me off." He demanded as he directed it towards my mouth. I froze, I couldn't do this. Not here. I'd never had oral sex with anyone and here this man was, someone I didn't know, holding his cock and pushing it towards me. My jaw clamped down, I couldn't do this! It was unfair! He grabbed my face again, anger now on his features as he pulled my head towards his member.

"I said suck it, you filthy slut!" He commanded. I could feel tears building up inside of me, I wanted to bolt, to run, surely he wouldn't be able to catch up. Not with his prick out and... Leanne pushed past me, mouth open, and placed her mouth over his dick. His hand left my face as he grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her hard down on him. Her fingers tightened on my hand as she took strength from me and all I could do was squeeze back. The guard moaned loudly and pushed his other hand in her hair. He pushed against her mouth again, working his hips as he started face fucking her. Leanne had her eyes screwed up as she opened her mouth wide to take him. I couldn't help but stare as she managed to fit his entire cock, all the way up to his pubic hair, into her mouth. She gagged slightly, moving her head back to catch her breath as streams of drool from his cock to her mouth threatened to spill on her. She pushed her face forward onto him again making him groan once more. As her head bobbed back and forward, the name tag on her collar plinked against the metal ring on its front. I could see her name on one side, but her crime I couldn't quite make out.....

The guard slid his cock out of her mouth, saliva dripping on her chin and he turned towards me again. His hand tangled painfully in my hair pulling my head forward and sliding his member into my mouth. I could taste Leanne's saliva mixing with the taste of him as he thrust into my mouth making me throw my head back to avoid gagging. I could hear him laughing at my struggles and I screwed my eyes up tight to not have to see him. Using my hair he pulled me back onto his cock, fucking my face as he groaned loudly. I had to be careful not to gag, even when I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. His grip tightened in my hair as he ordered me to look at him. Hesitantly I opened my eyes, and looked up at his grinning face as he paused to look down at me.

"Look at you with your mouth full of cock, slut!" He sneered, and I felt so ashamed I wanted to cry. He thrust himself at me again, his pubic hairs tickling my nose as he fucked my mouth slowly and then started building up some speed. My free hand, the one not gripping Leanne's fingers in a death grip, was shaking, holding onto the folds of my skirt to stop myself from trying to get free. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and I had a second of fear thinking her was about to cum, but he wasn't through yet. Letting go of my hair with just one of his hands, he grabbed Leanne's long blonde hair and pulled her face close to mine. Her blue eyes stared intently into mine, so close to my face. I looked down, embarrassed and caught sight of her collar one final time as the words became visible to me.

Leanne Birkin

Homosexuality

I was shocked. We had learnt about it in Sunday School, it was one of several sexual sins that you were punished for. Personally I had never understood what the problem with loving someone no matter what sex they are, but now that I was kneeling next to a lesbian my mind was in shock. It didn't mean she was in love with me, did it? I didn't know what this meant, noone I'd ever known was openly gay...I didn't get the chance to think about this as the guard thrust his cock between us and pushing our heads together with another order to suck him off. I ran my tongue along the side of his dick, across the smooth skin, and all the way down to the base. His hand pushed my head down more until my tongue was against his testicles and I opened my mouth sucking on one of them, eliciting another loud moan from the guard. I could feel the smooth skin of Leanne's cheek against my own, her silky blonde hair obscuring my vision. Her hand was still holding tightly to mine. Her mouth moved of his cock, and suddenly I was being yanked forward to replace her as he slid his cock into my mouth for a couple of thrusts before pulling me off.

He stared down on both of us and grinned nastily.

"Both of you sluts together now." He demanded pulling us forward again as my mouth licked and sucked on one side of his dick, Leanne doing the same on the other side. My tongue flicked out and I felt Leanne's against mine, just for an instant. I froze. Had I just pressed my tongue against hers? No time to think about it, I had to keep going. As I kept sucking and licking my mind was fixated on the idea. Did I just lick her tongue again? Was that her lips that I felt for a second upon my own? The thought sent a hot flush through me, I could feel myself blushing as the now familiar feeling of heat between my legs caused me to wiggle slightly. Oh no, I thought, please tell me I wasn't getting wet.

The guard let me go, grabbing Leanne's hair with both hands as he shoved his cock deep in her mouth again.

"Oh shit....I going to cum!" He held her head still as he came inside her mouth, her eyes wide and staring at me. He pulled out, a small droplet of cum dripping past her lips as she struggled to hold it all in her mouth. He looked at her and then slowly turned his head to me, a horrible grin spreading across his face.

"Now kiss each other. I want both of you little sluts to swallow my cum."

I felt ice form in my belly. Please no....but Leanne was already pulling me close to her, an apology in her eyes and her mouth slowly opening to show me the milky cum still on her tongue. I couldn't do this. Not this. Not me...our lips touched. My mouth locked down on hers, her tongue darting into my mouth, fast and forceful. I wanted to pull away as the taste and texture of slimy salty cum filled my mouth, but something about the kiss held me. I realised that Leanne had a hand on the back of my head, holding me in her kiss as I half straddled her, my crotch on her thigh. I could feel it grinding against my clit, waves of heat and pleasure running through my body. In a moment on insanity I kissed her back. My tongue pushed into her mouth, I did want this, I wanted her so badly. Now. My lips locked with hers as I twisted my mouth, careful not to spill a drop of cum between us, as I pushed tightly against her. My hand pressed between her legs, fingers pressing against her damp panties, feeling for her hard little clit. She groaned in my mouth, pushing her body against me.....

A hand in my hair pulled me off her and I fell backwards, landing on my bum. The guard was holding us apart now, looking from one of us to the other, a hard look on his face.

"None of that now!" He told us. "Open your mouths" I did as I was told, opening my mouth wide as he looked down to make sure we had cum in it.

"Now swallow." I swallowed quickly, the slimy warm cum slipping down my throat, a warm path to my stomach as I winced at the taste. A quick peek at Leanne showed her face screwed up with the same reaction. The guard looked pleased.

"Stay there. I'll take you to the dinner hall now." I stayed still as he came around behind me, zipping himself up and pulling a pair of metallic handcuffs out and fastening them around my wrists. He moved behind Leanne and cuffed her too before pulling the both of us to our feet and walking us in front of him down the corridor.

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"So he came right in front of everyone in the class! Professor Trebem made him do it 3 times before he could take his seat again!"

The girls around me giggled at the news. Meal times would take some getting used to. We had been ushered in and sat down at a long bench with students on each side, all with their hands cuffed behind them. Apparently this was the normal way to eat at Sandler Finishing School. When I had seen this I had wondered how in the Heavens we were meant to use knives and forks like this, but the school had already solved that problem. Pet bowls filled with either food or water sat in front of each student, who simply leaned forwards and ate out of them as if this was the most normal thing in the world. 5 large benches filled the dinner hall, a shorted table was set at the end of the hall, all the teachers sitting and eating with proper plates and utensils as they chatted to each other. I studied the food in front of me, it was a warm stew, and although I was embarrassed to eat like some kind of animal, it was actually quite tasty. The meat and veg in it had been spiced lightly and cut into small bite size pieces for easiness of eating. It still took some getting used to - I already had gravy on my chin and had dangled the tips of my hair in my bowl several times. I'd have to shower again before bed. Students sat and ate, chatting easily with each other. When they had had enough they simply stood up and waited for a guard to take off their handcuffs before they could leave. Very occasionally a student from another bench, a different House, would come over and taunt someone from our bench as they walked away. The guards didn't seem to mind. They certainly didn't do anything when one guy walked past and sneered that it had been announced in front of everyone that I had broken the school record for getting punished as soon as I was through the door. I felt shame run through me and would have cried if it wasn't for Leanne, rubbing against me for comfort. That caused me to blush again. I wasn't sure how I felt about our sudden passion and I really didn't want to talk about it.

I leaned forward and spoke to the dark girl in front of me.

"Erm....mind if I ask something?" She smiled at me.

"Of course, you're new. Ask me anything you want."

"Well.....my boyfriend...." I started. She smiled knowingly.

"You're wondering what happened to him?" she asked. I nodded.

"Was he attractive?" I was surprised at her question. What did it matter how he looked?

"Why...." I started again but she shrugged.

"Only attractive people get sent to a finishing school like this. They get chosen depending on just their looks. They send the others to working schools to build roads and stuff."

"Oh...." I looked away. Jon WAS attractive. With those full lips, deep dark eyes and his lightly tanned skin, he had always attracted attention wherever he went.

"Yeah he was really handsome." I told her, blushing at his memory.

"Then he would have been sent to another finishing school like this one. There are 3 in all of the Holy Land and each has records of all the students from all of the schools. But there is no way we would be allowed access the system to check. Sorry hon." she told me, real regret in her voice. I sighed and sank lower on my bench, the warmth of Leanne's body giving me small comfort. I heard a snort of laughter from behind me, and spun round. A boy was standing just behind me, his hands secured behind his back and a knowing sneer on his face. It ruined the rest of his face, with warm dark eyes and a bold nose, if it wasn't for the look on his face, I would have thought him handsome.

"Pathetic. First day here and you're already pining for your stupid little boyfriend." he sneered, his unfamiliar drawling accent twisting the words. I burrowed my brow.

"What would you know?" I told him, turning back to my food, disdainfully. I had no time for more mocking.

"What would I know?" He repeated in a little sing song voice. "Pft, I know that he didn't get sent to ANY finishing school at all." My eyes widened in shock and I spun round, nearly slipping off my bench in my haste. The boy was already walking away, his slim back a wall to me as I called out to tell me what he knew. A guard noticed my yelling and stepped towards me threateningly. I could see my bench looking at me, trying to shift away a bit to distance themselves from any trouble I would cause. Quickly I stood up and when the guard came close I told him that I was finished. He gave me a look and muttered about about demanding princesses as he roughly pulled my hands towards him and uncuffed me. As the cuffs came free his hand snuck under my skirt and groped my ass hard before he sent me on my way. I stormed off, still staring at the boys back as he sat down on his own table, starting a conversation with the boys around him. I moved up behind him, anger building in me, making me reckless. I needed answers.

I stepped up behind him, my arm wrapping around his throat as my other pushed under his arm, locking the grab. He thrashed for a second, but my knee pushing down in the chain links between his hands pulled his body back into me and held him tight.

"Tell me what you know." I hissed angrily in his ear.

"Get off me you stupid bitch!" he muttered, clearly embarrassed that I had done this in front of his friends.

"Tell me how you know that he didn't get sent to a finishing school." I hissed once more, tightening my grip on him, turning his face red.

"Let me the fuck go!" I clamped down harder, my knee jerking into his spine painfully.

"You're going to tell me how you know or I'm going to smash your face into your bowl and drown you in your water" I growled, anger giving me strength. I was causing attention. His friends muttering angrily about me, guards looking over, one peeling away and slowly walking towards us. All around me I could see students staring at us, a couple of them standing up to get a better view.

"I saw your records on the system" he whispered. "Normally they will have his files linked to yours but they had blanked out his name so there was no record. He doesn't exist on the system."

The guards were close, I had seconds left.

"Who did you get into the system?" I demanded

"I do favours for Professor Allomar. I saw her enter her password once and sometimes I can get access to their computers."

The guard was reaching out towards me.

"What's the password?" I demanded.

The guard was on top of me, pulling my arms off the still nameless boy and forcing them down. Another grabbed my hair as a pair of handcuffs were forced onto me again.

"Stupid girl" The guard laughed before shoving his hands between my legs and groping me. I struggled to get away but he didn't care. He withdrew his hand and grabbed my breasts painfully, squeezing tightly as he felt me up. The other guard leaned in close.

"Bad move girl." He told me "It's your first night here and you've already got detention." And with that they marched me out of the dinner hall, every ones eyes following us out.



Sandler Finishing School Ch. 05



Detention

On my way to detention I was getting well acquainted with the nooks and crannies of the ground floor of Sandler Finishing School. Mainly due to being shoved into most of them while one of the guards pawed and grabbed at me every chance he got. My breasts and thighs already showed small bruises from his fingers. My panties were wedged between my nether lips and tight between my bum cheeks as the guard had laughed and pulled them roughly.

Luckily the other guard seemed to take pity on me, either that or he was fed up with his companion because every time I got manhandled he stepped in to remind the other guard that I was due for detention and they had to be going. From the sullen glowers he was getting from it, this news wasn't well received, but I found myself intensely grateful for his presence. Otherwise I might have been raped countless times before we made it down the cold stone steps into the dungeon.

And a dungeon it was. While the ground floor of the school looked like a traditional school, with its clean linoleum flooring, neutrally painted walls and homemade banners declaring sports day in a weeks time; down the stones steps lay a very traditional looking dungeon. Dark shadowy stones walls, briefly lit by flaming scones lining each side of the wide corridor. Heavy oak doors were set each side of the wall, the occasional muffled sounds bleeding through them tantalizing and scary. I flinched at each one, trying to identify exactly what the noise was. Mainly moaning or screaming out. One sounded like water gushing...but we were already past the door before I could properly hear it. The nicer guard pulled a clipboard off the wall as I was marched past and consulted it before sighing and hung it back on the wall.

"Place is fully book" He told his companion in a bored voice.

"Let's put her in with whoever was last in." The other guard sneered, pulling me close by my hair. 

"Looks like we're over crowded Princess" He grinned in my face, the sour smell of tobacco wafting across my face. "Let's go meet your new friend." 

He reached past me and pulled open a heavy door before shoving me through.

I stumbled through and caught my balance before falling down on my face. The guards stepped through the room, the door slamming close behind them with a thud of finality. The kinder guard pulled my arms behind me tightly and turned me to face the room as the other guard stepped up in front of me, a nasty grin plastered on his face. His hand reached out and grabbed the collar of my shirt as I tried to pull back out of his grip. It was no good, the guard behind me tightened his grip, pushing me further forward even as I tried to shrink back. My shirt tore free, the buttons ripped clean off exposing my chest as he pulled it roughly up. His eyes shone with lust as he grabbed both my breasts in his hands and squeezed painfully hard. I cried out, tears threatening to spill as he pawed roughly at me, ripping my bra off and grabbing me once again. I struggled, trying to pull free, trying to get out of both guards grips, but they were well trained and my struggles brought me no relief. His hand dropped between my legs, his fingers hard against my pussy, fingers searching for my opening. I cried out, tears now dripping down my face as I began to beg for them to stop. The guard just laughed as he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them sharply. I heard the fabric tear but not rip as it pulled on me, between my pussy lips. Another sharp tug and they tore, the guard flinging them to the ground in front of me before grabbing my skirt and pulling it off. I kept my thighs tight together, scared and crying for what I knew what was to come. They had taken me down here to rape me. The guard grabbed my thigh in those hard fingers, pinching and forcing them apart as he stepped between my legs and started fumbling with his fly. Suddenly the guard behind me wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back behind him. I was shocked to see him standing toe to toe with his companion.

"James I've told you. That's not what detention is." He said in his grainy voice, the type that is only got through chain smoking.

"Get the fuck out of my way old man!" The other guard, James, spat as he tried to shove past him and get to me. I shrank back further out of his reach.

"Back off James. I've warned you." The older man replied. James took no heed, clearly drunk on his own power and need to fulfill his arousal. He reached out and pushed the older guard to the side, one hand grabbing my bare shoulder. Suddenly his grip was wrenched painfully off me and he spun back in surprise. The older guard had his wrist in his hand as he took a step to the side and twisted his own hand, pulling James off balance and sending him tumbling to the floor with a curse. He slammed into the ground, the older guard instantly stepping over him as he twisted his arm behind his back and held him down. He let the younger man struggle and swear for a couple of seconds before leaning in close to his ear.

"I warned you twice, James" He growled "You never just take the hint, do you? I'm taking you to the Dean's office. If you try to struggle I'll break your arm and drag you by it. That clear?" 

The younger man hissed in pain.

"You're going to pay for this you old bastard" He muttered darkly before he was pulled to his feet, his arm still held behind his back in a painful looking hold. He glared at me, anger for showing weakness in front of me etched onto his nasty features as he was pushed out, past me. The older guard looked at me as he pulled the door open. He looked me up and down, studying me. An instant of familiarity flowed through me like a slap to the face and the truth hit me. It was undeniable. I knew this man from somewhere. But where? He must have seen it on my face because he quickly looked away.

"Remove your shoes and stockings. Stay here. If you try anything stupid, you'll just get it worse. Understood?" I nodded my head mutely as I desperately tried to remember why he looked familiar. The door closed behind him, the metallic sound of a lock engaging telling me that there was no way out. I brushed away the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand and then pulled the rest of my clothing off. It would be stupid to not do as I was told, they would rip them off me if I disobeyed anyway.

It was only then did I notice the rest of the room. I would say there wasn't much to see but I would have been dead wrong, although only a small patch was illuminated in a pool of light, that patch was immensely eye drawing. I hadn't realised that I had made a step until I was already in the light, standing before the huddled shape of a kneeling girl. I wanted to reach out, touch her, my hand was already stretching out in front of me, inches from her down turned face. I stopped myself, the sound of my heart beating painfully through my chest the only sound I could hear. The only sound that mattered. The girl in front of me was fairly short, maybe about my own height, with short, dark hair that seemed like liquid pooling down her face to her chin. I looked down on her, mesmerized by the pale smooth skin, goose bumped from the chill of the room, as I drank in the sight of her naked form. She had a perfect hourglass figure - large full breasts, trim waist and wide hips that demanded attention. I didn't know where these feelings of lust were coming from but I was powerless to resist them. 

My fingers slipped through her silky brown hair, trembling slightly at the excitement of it as I slowly curled them around her head before tracing her jaw line, the smooth skin like water beneath my fingertips. Across her jaw and under her chin, I slowly raised her head up and stared down at those deep brown eyes. The dainty features and slight colouring spoke of an Asian ethnicity which contrasted with the sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of her nose, trickling down her cheeks, to her shoulders and chest which would mean she had an European heritage too. Her deep brown eyes latched onto mine, like vast depths that pulled me in. I felt like I could drown, and do so happily in those eyes. Something warm trickled over my hand, jolting me from those liquid orbs and suddenly the rest of her attire became obvious to me. In her mouth, a black ring gag forced her mouth wide, her pink tongue visible as saliva dripped past her open lips and spilled over my hand. She had her collar on, her name tag on it telling me her name was Ada Fair but just below that was the leather collar of a straitjacket. Covering her neck, shoulders and arms, it tied her arms behind her back, leaving a perfect view of those heavy breasts thrust out in front of her. My hand slipped down, trailing over her neck and between her breasts. Kneeling down in front of her, I traced my fingers underneath her breasts, enjoying the firm and heavy weight of them. Slowly I slipped my thumb over her nipple rubbing it lightly before using my fingertips to tweak them carefully. A moan escaped between her gagged lips, my eyes fastening back onto hers as she looked at me pleadingly.

Something took possession of me then. A need to have this girl in front of me. Ada. Such a sweet name. She was here, vulnerable. And I had power over her. With her arms behind her back in the straitjacket she couldn't stop me. So very powerless. So very needy. I pinched down, hard, on both her nipples at the same time. Her sudden cry of pain was musical to my ears and I relented only for the second it took for it to die down before twisting them hard to enjoy its sound once more. She threw her head back to shriek again and my hand was already there, tightening in those silky locks as I pulled her head up to stare at me again, her panting making her breasts raise and fall seductively. My head dipped down, planting a hard kiss on those immovable lips, my tongue slipping past the gag to touch her tongue before I withdrew quickly, shocked by my own behaviour. 

Was this because of what happened between Leanne and myself earlier? I couldn't tell and, right now, I didn't care. My hand ran down Ada's bareback, enjoying the goose pimpled flesh against my fingers as I circled around her hips and across her stomach. Ada shivered, her eyes dropping down to my hand before I pulled her head back up once more. I was being pulled into the depths of those dark eyes once more and I allowed myself to delve into them. My breathing sounded harsh to my own ears, my heart beating painfully fast and I held myself on the brink of losing control. Then my hand slipped down her stomach and along the smoothness of Ada's body. I was surprised to feel smooth skin all the way down to her hard little clit. 

Breaking eye contact I leaned back and stared at her crotch marveling at the smoothness of her pussy. She was completely shaven? Interesting. I kept my own pubic hair trimmed right down to a small patch above my vagina but this complete smoothness was...exotic. And I could feel myself responding to it. My nipples were already hard buds, tightening in the cool air and achingly hard. I could feel my own wetness slicking my pussy lips, wanting sex, wanting something to fill me, to tantalize. To fulfill my own aches and desires. My clit was like a hard bullet, begging to be touched. But not as hard as Ada's clit. I could see it, I could feel it, the hardness demanding attention which I willingly gave. My fingers found it and rubbed small circles with it. Ada groaned before leaning forward, her head on my shoulder for stability. I pushed hard against it, rolling it between my fingertips and then pinching it hard, enjoying the groans, moans and then cried coming from the bound girl in front of me. My fingers were wet with her juices, just as my shoulder and chest were wet with drool. I slipped a finger along her smooth lips, releasing another small wave of wetness on my hand, lubricating my finger which I slowly pushed into her vagina. She threw her head back, crying out shrilly, her eyes wide and unfocused before dropping her head back on my shoulder. The muscles of her pussy gripped my finger as I pushed it further into her, marveling at her tightness. Slowly I withdrew it, her juice glistening on my finger which I brought up to my mouth and carefully put it in my mouth tasting her juices like it was nectar from the Gods. 

She lifted her head to stare at me with very wide eyes and I couldn't help but grin before slowly inserting it into her again. A long groan of pleasure poured out of her, her eyes rolling up, her breathing heavy as I reached up with my free hand and dug my nails into the pliant flesh above her breasts. She cried out as I slowly drew them across her pearly skin, scarlet lines appearing in rows in their wake. I withdrew them, carefully scraping my thumbnail down down her chin and smiling at her. Her lips quivered in what could have been a small smile before I clawed down her chest and along her smooth stomach to another groan. A need to give more filled me and I grabbed her head and pulled her face close, my mouth opening as I fastened my teeth onto the hollow of her jaw. My need was great but I was still careful as placed my teeth against her unblemished skin and bit gently into her. She cried out once more but I didn't pierce the skin, just left vivid marks on her neck as I carefully withdrew my mouth from her and turned her head to get a better view of my bite marks. Bruises were already showing, small little teeth shaped bruises along her jaw and neck. I turned her head the other way before biting her in the same place, gracing her with my mark - a mirror image to the previous one.

Maybe her cries of pain and pleasure masked the noise, maybe I had gotten so carried away that I was oblivious to all around me. All I knew was that one second I had my teeth on Ada and the next I was being dragged away by my hair. I cried out in pain and fear. But I also cried out in loss, as I was thrust onto the ground away from Ada. Her eyes were wide with fear as she stared at me and the guard released me. Stepping over me he stood above me and stared down at me, a disappointed look on his face. It was my old friend the older guard.

"I warned you didn't I?" He growled in his voice, like the rumbling of a bear given words. "I warned you and you didn't listen. Did you Abby?" Tears spilled out in shame and I felt their heat drip down my face as I turned my face away.

"No Sir, I'm s-s-sorry" I blubbered, hating myself for crying but unable to stop. I couldn't look him in the eye, he had saved me and I had thanked him by disobeying. I felt the shame burn inside me and I curled my arms around my legs to try and stop the shaking. I heard him walk up to the other girl before pulling her along and pushing her in front of me. I glanced at the bruising on her neck, the red welts across her skin and the moisture between her legs. I looked away. Suddenly she fell on top of me, pinning me in place as the guard leaned down and started unknoting the ties that held her straitjacket. He looked down on me, his face frightfully still.

"I think you two might be made for each other" He grumbled as he pulled the last tie undone and unzipped the straitjacket. His fingers undid the buckle on the ring gag and she spat it free. "So I'll let Ada decide your punishment this time."

My eyes widened in sudden anticipation and a flash of fear ran through my body, a thrill of adrenaline. Ada stared down into my eyes. She grinned.



Sandler Finishing School Ch. 06



Revenge

Ada stared down into my eyes and grinned, flashing her white teeth at me. She was fast, noone would ever claim otherwise, before I could even move or scream she had grabbed the ring gag she had just spat out and had shoved it in my mouth, fastening it behind my head. Instinctively I grabbed her upper arms while trying to call for help but she simply twisted herself and I ended up twisting with her, rolling onto my front, with Ada sitting on my back pining my arms neatly behind my back with her body weight. I kicked and struggled, gurgled nonsense pouring out of my mouth as I tried to spit the stupid gag out but it was no use, every time I shifted my weight Ada responded likewise. All it did was tire me out. I huffed and puffed, it was surprisingly hard to breathe normally through the ring of the gag, I ended up having to pant like some kind of animal. It wasn't long till I was too tired to keep kick, to keep yelling behind my gag. My head sunk down on the cold stones of the bare floor in resignation, breathing heavily. Something heavy flopped down in front of me and wearily I shifted my head to see what it was. The leather strait jacket?....

I felt Ada shift as she leaned over, her warm weight easing off my back as she picked up the jacket before shifting firmly on me to stop me from moving. I knew what was coming, the helplessness battling the excitement rising up in me. As she slipped the strait jacket over my shoulders, the leather high collar across my throat, I could feel her body warmth still held in it. She worked methodically, pushing my arms in before fixing the high collar and zipping it up to just under my chin. Suddenly pressure pulled my arms behind my back, tightly together. I heard the sound of the ties being tightened, the whisk of the string against string as it was pulled tight. The whole thing enfolded my back and upper shoulders, unlike the normal strait jackets that I'd seen in the movies. This one left my chest completely exposed, my breasts jutting straight out, nipples painfully hard in the chill of the room. I shivered, not from the cold but from the tired excitement flushing through my body. I could feel the warmth between my legs as I felt the heat of arousal again. What was wrong with me? Even in this resigned state I couldn't help but get turned on by the whole thing. Did I want it? Did I want this girl to use me however she wanted? I tried to think about it but concentration is hard while being pulled up to my knees. Ada stood above me, leaning far over to stare into my eyes, a pleased grin, like the cat that got the cream, spreading across her face. She opened her mouth...and darted forward, teeth sinking into the exposed skin of my neck.

I screamed in shock, saliva dribbling past the gag and over my chin as I tried to push away from her. I could feel her teeth, pressing painfully down on my neck, the sharpness of her teeth not quite piercing the skin. I screamed again, moaning through the gag and felt her hands in my hair as she firmly tugged my hair down to force my chin up. Slowly she withdrew, glassy eyes with a hungry predatory look as she watched me. I could still feel where the points of her teeth had bruised the skin, close to breaking the skin, but showing self control that she hadn't. I stared up at her, horror on my face as she smiled again, turning her neck so that I could see the marks on her fair skin. The marks that were now the mirror image of mine. oh no, oh no. This is payback

Her teeth sank into the other side of my neck, in the hollow between my neck and chin. I groaned, the burning heat from her mouth flowing down my body straight to my crotch. I tried to whisper "please" to get her to stop but I think she was beyond control now. Keeping her mouth in place, she removed her teeth from my neck and placed her tongue against the fresh marks. Warm heat ebbed out, caressing the pain and I couldn't help but cry out at the sensation. Sudden pain flashed across my chest, curving across the top of my breasts, making me scream once more as she dragged her nails across me. I managed to push backwards, landing on my butt to get away.

Ada moved with me, straddling me before I could even crawl away, her hands on my breasts. I shook my head desperately but she grinned once more and clawing me again, starting from under my neck and ending across my left nipple. The pain was....exquisite. I cried out in pain and pleasure, tears beading my vision as my nipple hardened under the onslaught. The heat was incredible, my breathing ragged as Ada dipped her head, opened her mouth and placed her warm wet tongue on my painful tit. I tried to hold it in but a moan escaped involuntarily as she sucked on it, the pain making me more aware of my body. Her warm mouth, eased the pain, soothing it, calming it...and then I could feel something hard on it. Her teeth.

I couldn't help looking down my body at Ada's face which was already facing me. Please no, please no I begged with my eyes. The sadistic grin was already showing, a toothy grin with my nipple carefully held between those pearly whites. Slowly she squeezed it, crushing it between her teeth. I screamed and wanted to kick out but I knew that movement would cause more pain, and still she was biting down on it, agonizingly slowly. My high pitched scream filled the cold room as she pulled her head away from me, nipple still held carefully between her teeth. I could feel it stretching, pulling, a hard bullet of incredible pain sending pure arousal to my pussy. I could feel the wetness spreading between my lips, shaming me. How on earth could I be getting off to such perversions? I didn't know, and I was beginning not to care as Ada released me and spread her wet tongue over the pain, easing it.

She took her revenge on me carefully and methodically, making sure she marked me where I had marked her, and then adding her own teeth or nails marks so that I understood the control that she had over me. A scorching line from her finger nails would be kissed over as she bite one of my breasts. Teeth sinking into my neck, my chest, my stomach and my thighs over and over, dragging yelps of pain and groans of pleasure in equal measure. The familiar ache between my legs flared up, begging for release and ignored completely.

I'm not sure how long she mauled me for, time didn't seem important here. All I knew was one minute I was on my back having her fingernails claw my thighs, the next she had been pulled off me and was leaving the room, a bundle of clothes held in a ball in her hands. The guard pulled me upright and undid the strait jacket, letting my arms free before pulling it off and removing the gag. I stood dumbfounded, shivering in the cool of the dungeon as he placed a long dark robe into my hands and watched me looking confused.

"Put these on and go to your straight to your dorm" he growled at me. I flinched at the hard look he directed at me before quickly shoving the robes over my head. Dark, heavy and thick, they covered me completely to my bare feet peeking out the bottom. Nervously I stood and stared at the guard as he stared straight back with an unreadable look on his grizzled face. I looked away first, bowing my head down as I rushed past him, through the heavy door and into the dark hallway. I almost had a heart attack when I found Ada standing by the door waiting for me. I froze, waiting to see what she was going to do, thinking that she was going to continue her punishment. I was wrong. She smiled at me and started slowly walking down the corridor leaving me in confusion. Halfway down she stopped and turned, motioning with her head for me to catch up. Padding forward on my bare feet I caught up with her and we walked down the corridor and up the dungeon steps in silence. We made our way through the school, through the neatly trimmed grounds and towards the dormitories I couldn't help but sneak little peaks of Ada as we walked towards our rooms. When we got to Saint Peter Dorms I nearly wet myself when she suddenly touched my hand. A slip of her fingers in the palm of my hand before she pulled away and grinned, flashing those small, sharp white teeth at me, like the Cheshire cat.

"I had fun. See you around Abigail"

I started at her with wide eyes, her posh, crisp accent shocking me as she grinned one more time and with a swish of hair, turned and walked away. I stared at her dumbfounded as she left to her own dorms and it was several moments later before I remembered that I needed to get ready for bed.

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A quick shower later and I was joining the other 4 girls in our room to get ready for bed. My worries about the torn up school uniform proved to be groundless due to the many other spares I had crammed into my wardrobe full of various costumes. After pulling a few out to have a quick look I decided that I never wanted to wear any of them, none looked particularly modest. At least the pyjamas we had been given were normal. Sleek and silver for our House colour, they were simple - a silk shirt and bottoms. They felt good against the dark bruises and raised skin where Ada had mauled me. My room mates sympathised with me about the marks but none asked what had happened, it was probably too common an occurrence to be worth asking each time. They were a varied bunch - Leanne all pale skin and long limbs, her sleek blonde hair being carefully brushed by Rebecca. Short and tanned she was skinny in an attractive way, with her brunette hair in a pixie cut. Sheva and Jill sat on one of their beds, painting each others nails. Sheva was black, the colour of warm coffee with a personality to match, where Jill was pale and hesitant, her hair dark and contrasting to the paleness of her skin. They were kind to me, the newcomer in their lives and invited me into their company with conversation that soon put me at ease. Soon enough they were helping me paint my nails a rich plum colour while Sheva knelt behind me brushing my hair till it shone. For the first time since I arrived I felt good, like I was back home having a sleepover with friends.

It was getting late and we were getting sleepy. I excused myself to use the bathroom and padded down the corridor to the toilets. After doing my business I washed my hands and brushed my teeth with the supplied toothbrush. Rebecca walked in, looking embarrassed.

"Erm....Abby? Noone has probably told you but...erm...you have to use the little sink thing in the cubicle after you've been to the bathroom" She told me in a little voice, her cheeks warming in embarrassment. I looked at her confused.

"What thing?" I asked. She pointed and turning I noticed the small shallow bowl next to the toilet. It had a small chrome hose connected to it. "What is it?"

She flushed a deeper shade of red.

"Er...it's for..cleaning yourself. Erm....inside." She muttered looking away. Suddenly what she was telling me became clear. I stared at her wide eyed. She looked away.

"You'll get into lots of trouble if you're not completely clean." She whispered before turning around and while muttering about giving me privacy, left the bathroom. It took me several minutes to work up the courage to use it but after I had done so I did feel cleaner... shame it did nothing for my self image though.

I got back to my room and after saying our daily prayers together we all got into our own beds, Jill turning off the light before settling down to sleep. It had been a long and awful day. Firstly I had been kidnapped, and I wasn't sure how or even when that had happened. Then I had been scrubbed and cleaned, inside and out by two guards before being touched and molested by Professor Goodwin for what she called "measurements". After that I had been tormented by Scorsha, face fucked by a guard, forced to kiss Leanne, eaten out of a dog bowl, choked a fellow student for information and been mauled as if by a very friendly bear. My fingers slipped down my body and into my pyjama bottoms. Lightly I touched my vaginal lips and was amazed that I wasn't in pain. In fact even the slight touch aroused me, the warm feeling spreading through my crotch. I had only had sex with my boyfriend the once - that's what had ended me in this finishing school after all. After that one time though, I had felt bruised and in pain, the slightest touch making me wince. Now...now I felt fine. Better then fine, my body felt good....tingly. My fingers trembled as I slowly pushed a single digit between my lips and touched the entrance. Why did it feel so good? This surely couldn't be normal. I could feel the ache between my legs, burning, begging to be touched. I couldn't. Not in here, in front of my sleeping room mates. Breathing out carefully I started removing my hand from my crotch when my ears caught a sound. A soft gasp in the darkness. I stopped. Held my breath. Waiting.

Another gasp from the bed next to me, the softest rustling of the sheets and then small rubbing sounds. I closed my eyes, to help diagnose the sound. A small groan, barely audible, almost mistakable for sleep and the rustling noise began to pick up pace. Someone shifted from across the room, the sound of blankets being kicked away and then the sound of skin brushing against skin. A sharp intake of breath. I opened my eyes and carefully turned my head, looking across the room to Sheva's bed. I couldn't make out much in the darkness but I could see movement, small and frantic. I trembled with realisation. She was masturbating. I didn't dare move but the surety hit me. Does this mean whoever's bed was next to mine was masturbating too? It was hard to breath properly, especially after having held my breath to listen in on the others. I rolled over and tried to pretend that I was simply shifting in my sleep. Silence filled the room....but only for a little while before the small sounds of the girls touching themselves filtered to my ears. I could see small movements in the bed next to mine, Rebecca's bed and I trembled. I could hear her small gasps, Sheva's too and desire flooded me. Here I was, listing every horrible thing that had been done to my body and now all I could think about was fulfilling my own desires. The pressure increased, begged for attention. I could feel myself get wet at just the thought of reaching down, of putting my fingers against my clit.... I rolled onto my back, my hand on my chest as if I was sleeping. Beneath my hand I could feel my hard nipple, still buzzing from being bitten and caressed. My pussy was wet, my clit hardening in anticipation. I could take no more. Slowly and silently I slid my hand down my stomach and into my pyjama bottoms.



Sandler Finishing School Ch. 07



Having woken up early in the morning from what felt like a decent nights sleep, the first thing I realised that the crotch was sticky from the nights....private activity. Unfortunately as I slipped out my sheets and started fumbling my clothing off to hide the evidence of my masturbation, I noticed far too late Leanne standing in the doorway.

Shyly I smiled and nodded as I pretended that she hadn't noticed the wetness on the pyjama bottoms crotch as I bundled them up and shoved them in the hamper by my wardrobe. Apparently someone came and did our washing during classes. Leanne hesitantly came in, and with a few quick glances at me, started getting undressed too. After hearing all the little groans and sighs from last night as the girls in our room had gotten themselves off, I wasn't at all surprised by the wetness on the blonde girls clothes.

"Are you allowed out of the room to go for a jog before classes?" I whispered to the slender girl, trying to not wake the others.

"Yes. There is a running track, an outdoor pool, a weights room and a dojo that we are free to use when there are no classes. I usually go for a swim before any of the boys are up." she whispered back, not catching my eyes as she leaned into her wardrobe and started pulling a school uniform out, laying a white shirt, short red skirt and black shoulder fastening top onto the bed before pulling some underwear on, very conscious of me standing nearby getting undressed. Her self awareness was affecting me and I quickly started rummaging through my wardrobe for something suitable.

"Boys give you hassle?" I asked, pulling out my school uniform and slipping a bra and underwear on.

"Sometimes." she replied quietly and the sudden mental image of being cornered by the boys of this school made me stop and think.

"Would you like to go to the dojo with me? I trained in martial arts when I was younger and could show you a thing or two if you'd like?"

She paused in the act of pulling a thigh high stocking on and looked me in the eye, a shy smile spreading across her face.

"I'd like that."

We finished getting changed in silence and before leaving I impulsively grabbed extra panties out of my draw and quickly put them all on. When I pulled the 4th pair on I saw Leanne watching me in bewilderment. I grinned, showing a flash of teeth.

"If they want to touch me, they'll have to earn it."

We left the dorms and headed into the school grounds, Leanne leading the way to the dojo. We passed very few people, mainly guards who we gave a respectful nod or "Sir" to as we drew level to them. There were a few other girls up, quickly making their way to wherever they were going, heads down, darting about and trying not to draw attention to themselves. There were a couple of boys, small and scared looking, trying harder then the girls to blend in. In a school where sexual dominance was the measure, they obviously hadn't adjusted very well.

We made it to the dojo and got changed in the empty girls into t-shirts and tracksuit bottoms, Leanne showing me where all the extra clothing and sports equipment was kept. They had plenty to choose from, in all shapes and sizes so we managed to pick up gloves and shin pads in the right size before we went through into the dojo itself.

In a classic Japanese theme it was large and sparse. The flooring was wood but with a slight spring to it to avoid damage when falling. Paper screens covered the walls and for the first time since coming here I felt a twinge of familiarity. It looked a lot like the one my Father had back home. Being a wealthy business man he had converted one of the rooms in our house into a private dojo after he had found out I enjoyed martial arts. A pang of loneliness hit me and I quickly reined my thoughts away from home. The swish of wood pulled me from my memories as I finally noticed that we weren't alone in the dojo, indeed there was a young man, in full kendo gear practicing down at the other end of the dojo with a wooden sword. He took a step forward, striking down with the boken and then stepped back, and stepped forward on his other foot, repeating the move over and over again. With his light complexion and dark hair framing his face I wondered where he was from.

"That's Chris." Leanne said from behind me, watching him swinging the wooden boken back and forth constantly. "Stay clear of him. I'm not sure why but noone goes near him, and Rebecca said he did something to 3 boys who tried to grab him in the corridor."

The way she said "something" told me enough. The guy was dangerous.

We ignored him as I started showing Leanne moves, punches and kicks and soon we were making our way through the movements that seemed so long ago for me. She was a lot more graceful then I, her slender legs almost daintily flicking out, her hands sweeping out, that I was sure she must have had dancing classes, possibly even ballet. With those long graceful legs she was certainly built for it. Compared to her I felt...clumsy. My punches and kicks were fast, violent things but for right now, in this school, suited my mood. As I got into the routine of punching and kicking, dodging and ducking, I told myself I was no longer going to be a victim. I felt ashamed for how I acted yesterday, letting all those horrible things happen to me. I felt weak, feeble and yet even thinking about the way my body had been touched...how my body had been used..I felt the sudden flash of arousal run through me.

What was wrong with me?

I was about to start showing Leanne some of the self defense techniques when voices filtered through from the boys changing room, causing both of us to freeze. I could hear them, joking and laughing as they slammed locker doors and made as much noise as only rowdy boys can make. Leanne grabbed my arm.

"We should go." she whispered urgently, pulling on my arm.

"It'll be ok." I reassured her but she shook her head, her body trembling.

"You don't understand. If they think they can get away with it, they'll...." she trailed off breathless with fear. I put my hand over her trembling one.

"Ok let's go."

We hurried over the the door to the girls changing room, the boy's voices getting louder as we drew close, the doors being next to each other. As I reached out my hand the door to the boys changing room banged open loudly and five boys stepped out and on seeing us froze.

"Hey! You're the new girl who has the record for the most times on her first day!" one of them blurted. The five boys were roughly my age, 19, two with sandy blonde hair and matching heights, the other had brick red hair and was carrying a little weight on him. The others had dark hair, with tanned dark skin and greasy smiles.

Leanne had frozen in place, practically hiding behind me as she shivered. I just stared them down.

"That's me." I told them, pleased at the lack of tremble in my voice. Hopefully if I could fake confidence long enough....

"Pretty, aren't you?" one of the other boys said as he stepped forward and blocked our door. The red haired boy starting walking around us, examining us like some prize horse.

"I prefer them skinnier." Red Hair said with a smirk in his tone causing Leanne to hug into me tighter. I turned my head to look him in the eye.

"And I prefer mine with more intelligence." I replied coolly. His friends laughed as he blushed.

"She has a point, Barry." The first boy said as he stepped forward closer to me. I held my ground as he advanced, stopping when there was only a foot distance between us. He leaned in close, as if for a kiss.

"Do you not want to train with us?" He whispered silkily, his voice turning a little husky. "I promise we won't be too...rough." I shuddered slightly. His friends where fanning out, Red behind us, the others backing up the leader and blocking our exit. Of course there was the main door to the corridor but I wasn't going to turn my back on these idiots. 

No more being the victim.

"I've got to get back and get ready for class." I said, glaring at him and then flinched when one of his friends laughed loudly.

"Breakfast is in another hour, and class is a half hour after that. Nice try, tits." The boy smirked, staring at my chest as if he could see through the plain white t-shirt. It was quite the effort not to raise my hands in front of myself but I did it, anger and embarrassment burning inside of me. The leader was close enough that it would take very little effort to reach out and punch him in that smirking face.

"Come, stay a little longer." The leader said, his face inching closer as the anger built up inside of me.

"I tell you what how about we play a game? You know, to encourage competition?" The tone in his voice told me that the stakes weren't going to be pleasant. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calmness.

"What are the stakes?" I asked. Leanne gave a low moan of fear from behind me. Leader smirked.

No more being the victim.

"A sparring match, if I win...."

I punched him as hard as I could straight in the face. He reeled back, stumbling, hands to his face where I had punched him as I raised my bare foot in a kick, placing it on his chest and shoving him backwards into two of his friends, throwing them backwards onto the floor. Leanne shrieked as I spun, elbow slamming into the side of Red's head, sending him sprawling. I gave the blonde girl a shove to the doors, screaming at her to run as the boys clambered to their feet, one who hadn't been touched already grabbing my arm and spinning me round. I put my knee into his soft stomach but he held on, his grip tightening so I hooked my foot around his ankle and threw myself forward, tripping the both of us.

"Pin the bitch!" I heard someone shout and a heavy weight pressed down on my back but I was already wriggling free, my hand gripping someone by the hair even as I punched out hitting someone else in the face. I rolled to my knees, just in time to see Leanne bowling through the main doors when one of the boys punched me in the stomach. I gasped loudly, climbing shakily to my feet and backed up. 2 of them were still picking themselves off the floor, Red was holding his head and looked like he was going to be sick while one boy was groaning and holding himself. I must have kneed him harder then I thought.

"You're so going to get it, you fucking slut!" The leader hissed as he held his side, breathing hard, murder in his eyes. I couldn't help but throw my head back and laugh.

"Shame, 5 boys and little old me." I chortled, breathing heavily to catch my breath. The adrenaline was coursing through me, triggering my flight or fight.

No longer a victim. I repeated to myself and a nasty grin spread across my face.

I sprang forward, skipping to the side to dodge a slap aimed at my face as I heel palmed the leader in his sore side and stamped on the bare toes of another boy who yelled out in pain. As he started to hunch over I punched him straight in the eye, snapping his head back but before I could follow up on it something hit me in the back of the head shoving me forwards.

Groggily I shook my head, trying to clear it as arms encircled me, crushing me against a chest. Someone hit me in the stomach even as a open palmed slap hit my face, and I kicked out completely missing with one foot, but connecting with the other as I let whoever held me take my weight. I felt someone grab at my hair but I always already stamping on my grappler's toes and then smashing my head back into his face once, then twice. Red had my hair twisted painfully in his grip so I stepped forward, feeling a kick against my leg, and elbowed him in the face again. He held on, pulling me down on top of him as I cried out in pain, someone already piling on top of me. No amount of wriggling would free me so I lashed out, kicking and punching all around me, not able to even see who or what I was hitting. I heard grunts and moans of pain as blows landed but the pressure was constant and I couldn't free myself.

I could feel and hand slipping up my top, cool against my warm skin and it roughly shoved its way into my bra and squeezed tightly. I yelped, thrashing around but it was no good, another hand grabbed my other breast through my t-shirt and bra and pawed at me. I groaned, my nipples harden of their own accord, even as I felt a hand slip down the waist band of my tracksuit bottoms. It groped around, a finger pressing between my legs and through my panties to push against my slit. Another hand snaked down, pulling at the fabric of my underwear even as a third hand slipped in and grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezing and kneading painfully.

"Bitch has a couple of layers on!" one of the boys laughed loudly, causing the others to join in. I managed to free an arm and slam it into something soft before it was grabbed and forced behind my back once more. My t-shirt was ripped, 4 hard yanks to tear the fabric in half and as I was jerked up to my feet I felt it tied tightly around my hands, still in the combat gloves, keeping them behind my back. I kicked out and missed, the boys laughing at my struggle as two of them held me while the others stepped in. I kicked out again, into someones shoulder but he shrugged it off, trapping my ankle in his hand as he yanked me off balance. I managed to kick him with the other foot, making him drop me but the others moved in quickly, a slap to the face dazing me and a painful pinch to my bare breast causing me to yelp. They pulled my bottoms off, laughing as they pulled down layer after layer of underwear as I kicked and writhed, trying to knee someone in the face.

Soon I was standing there naked with only the combat gloves and leg and foot pads. My hands were tied tightly together behind my back with my own t-shirt, tracksuit bottoms discarded by my feet. Their hands explored my body, grabbing at my breasts, clutching a handful of ass, fingers dipping between my legs and into my pussy. Perhaps worse was that was the commentary - about my curves, the triangle of pubic hair between my legs, the wetness of my pussy. I was horrified to find my body responding, traitorously responding to the boys rough administrations. Excitement was practically dripping from me, I could feel a small trickle running down my leg, warm even against the warmth of my body.

I was forced to bend over, my hair falling past my face, obscuring my view as hands spread my bum cheeks apart and a finger slowly pressed into me. I groaned loudly as I felt it push into me, slow but unyielding.

"Fuck me, she's tight! Bet she's a virgin back there!" I heard him joke and I shut my eyes tightly as if to deny what was happening to me. A school bag was dropped in front of me and hands pulled a couple of items out. My hair was gripped tight again, yanking my head up as one of the boys stepped close to me with a gag in his hands. It wasn't like the ball gag from before, instead of a ball it had a circular ring.

"Open your mouth." he ordered me and if it wasn't for the fact that someone was still holding my legs I would have kicked him. Stubbornly I kept my mouth closed, drawing my head back as far away from the outstretched gag as possible. A hand sneaked round from behind me, pinching a nipple hard and causing me to yelp. In that instant the gag was shoved into my mouth, the boy fighting as I shook my head to stop him from fastening behind my head. Another painful pinch of my nipple gave him enough time to close it into place. My mouth was forced to stay open with the gag in place and belatedly I realised that this way I couldn't stop them putting their cocks in my mouth. I was pushed forwards onto my knees and the boys gather round about me, pulling down gym shorts and discarding vest tops as they pulled their erect cocks out. Something cold and wet was dripped between my ass cheeks and once again a finger slid, much smoother into my ass, pushing further then before as I tightened around it reflexively. As it was withdrawn I felt something thicker, smoother pushed against my rectum and suddenly I could feel the cold wetness of the lubricant being squirted directly into my orifice as I groaned loudly, throwing back my head to wail at the strange sensation inside of me. I had a split second view of Red stepping in front of me when he took advantage of the ring gag, his cock slipping through the ring and into my mouth. It filled my mouth, almost tickling my throat and I could feel myself start to gag. I tried to pull my head back, but he had a hold of it, keeping me in place as pubic hair the same colour as the hair on his head tickled against my nose. Tears reflexively trickled out of the corners of my eyes as he started thrusting with his hips, groaning loudly in appreciation. A few thrusts and he was pulling out, drool trickling from my mouth and down my chin as I was pulled back, falling onto another boys lap, his cock pressed between my legs.

I tried to beg, the words pouring out as garbled nonsense and drool dripping down onto my chest as the boys lifted me and slowly pushed me slowly down onto his hard cock. It slid into my ass, pushing past my tightness and into me, sliding further and further into my rectum. I cried out, one long high squeal as he pushed as far as he could into me, his thighs crushing against my buttocks as he groaned loudly. His hands gripped my hips, fingers pinching painfully as he started to thrust with his hips, his cock slipping in and out of my bum. It felt...intense, being fucked this way. My breasts jumped with each thrust, jiggling and shuddering as I felt him impale me deeply. He was larger then the probe that had measured me during my first examination, stretching my hole in a painful but pleasurably way.

Pleasurable? What is wrong with me?

A boy knelt between my thighs, his erection in front of him as he guided it between my legs, ignoring my protests as he shoved it into my pussy, fast and rough all the way in.

I had never felt so full!

I cried out as he started thrusting into me, working in tandem to the boy fucking my ass. As one started to pull out, the other would thrust in, scrambling my insides into goo. It didn't take long before my body completely betrayed me, as both boys thrust deeply into me at the same time I felt myself orgasm, sharp and almost painful as I tightened, groans coming from all three of us as my body shuddered and spent itself against my wishes. Juices leaked out of me, dripping down my spread thighs and down past my spread cheeks.

Of course noone had finished with me yet, so as I hung there limply they continued pumping into me furiously, hands on my hips and stomach, controlling me. A boy straddled my chest, I didn't even see who before they had their cock in my mouth, fucking it deeply while I tried to control my gag reflex. His cock tasted salty, pre-cum already on my tongue as he thrust it in and out, drool dripping down my chin and onto my breasts.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" announced the boy between my legs, and he withdrew his prick from inside of me, shoving his friend using my mouth out the way. As that boy stepped away I caught a view of the other 2 boys, stroking themselves as they watched, hands pumping hard meat as they grinned and moved in closer, one of them kneeling between my legs and shoving his dick into my now vacant pussy. I groaned as it slid in, my view blocked by the first boys standing in front of me, holding his cock aimed at my mouth....

Hot cum splattered my chin and mouth, startling me at its heat as it slipped onto my tongue. I flinched as another jet hit my cheek this time, I could feel some of it cling to my hair as it dripped down. Lastly he thrust it inside my mouth and more cum poured out, directly into my mouth this time, flooding it with its salty gooey taste as he spasmed, his hips bucking as he spent himself. When he withdrew my head hung limply, sperm dripping between my lips and onto my chin.




Sandler Finishing School Ch. 07



But even now it wasn't over. Only one boy had had his fun and I was pulled forwards onto my knees roughly. Thankfully the leg and foot pads absorbed the impact as I was shoved forwards, the boy who had been between my legs now underneath me, thrusting into me at a renewed rate. The boy behind me was still inside me, giving a few last rough thrusts before spending himself, hot sperm pouring into my rectum as I cried out in tandem with his groan of pleasure. He pulled himself out, wiping his cock on my ass as he let go of his grip on my hands behind my back. Someone was there to grab them straight away, kneeling down, his thigh against my bum as he pushed his cock against my used ass and entered me again. This one was thicker, stretching me further as he thrust deeper into me with a groan. Another cock was shoved into my face, through the ring of the gag and into my mouth as his hair tickled my nose.

The warmth was incredible as the boys fucked me, bodies slamming into me, heat rolling off me in waves. I could feel the sweat on my brow, the small of my back, underneath my breasts. An arm wrapped around my throat, pulling my head back as he rocked my body, pulling me tightly against him, pushing his cock further into my ass. The boy underneath me came, heat filling up my pussy, further then I thought it could and I found myself frustrated as I rocked my body against it, feeling betrayed as he slid out from underneath me, wiping his sticky mess on my hair with a laugh.

The boys used me, one stepping in when a orifice was free, slipping into well used and lubricated passages. I felt myself responding, moving my body with theirs as I forgot that this was a punishment. A second orgasm rocked me, even as I felt warm semen splash across my back, another trickling out my mouth and I was shocked to find that I was annoyed how hard it was to swallow the stuff.

I'm not sure how long it lasted but I was suddenly aware that I was slumped on the floor, the boys around me wiping themselves off with whatever patch of skin or length of hair they felt like.

"We should all fuck her again." one laughed as he slid a finger into my sticky snatch.

"That's enough." A quiet voice said, the threat held in it tangible. I cracked my eyes open to see Chris, in full Gi outfit, wooden boken at his side standing by my huddled form. Leanne was standing behind him sobbing quietly to herself, her mascara running dark smears down her cheeks.

"What did you say?" The leader of the boys demanded. Now that I wasn't being abused I could see the swell on his jaw and the darken bruise beneath his eye where I'd punched him.

"I said that's enough." Chris replied, taking a small step forward. "You've had your fun, now leave."

"I'll..." the leader started but one of his friends grabbed his arm and shook his head urgently. The boy turned his head back to glare at Chris.

"Whatever. I'd finished anyway." he hissed, turning away and gathering his clothes. The other boys did likewise, grabbing discarded shorts, vests and t-shirts into their arms before quickly heading back through to the boys changing rooms talking quietly and giving dark looks over their shoulders as they left. Leanne ran forward and undid the tie on my arms, letting me reach up and undo the gag which I spat onto the floor. She slid her arms around me and hugged me tight, whispering apologies into my ear as I stared up at the guy who had saved me from a repeat performance.

He nodded his head, then turned and started walking away.

"Wait!" I called out hoarsely, my throat a little sore from abuse. "Why step in?" He stopped, not even turning to face me.

"It was the padding." he replied. "If you hadn't worn the gloves you would have laid them out flat."

"That's not what I asked." I replied. He turned, a dangerous smile spreading on his face. I shuddered when I didn't reach his eyes which I could now see where a steely gray colour.

"I like someone who stands up for themselves." he told me, then walked away.