Academy: Introductions
mc; g+; mast; inc; nosex
Brigid shuddered. She wasn't awake, not really. Her eyes were open wide, pupils dialated, but there was no thought behind them. This was normal, before bed procedure for girls at the Academy.
She stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Her seven year old twat dribbled, soaking both sheet and mattress beneath her. Her body strained against the short chains holding her down as the prepubescent girl gasped in strained orgasm.
Her brain was empty. To her, she was breathing out her free will, breathing in wonderful slavery. She came again, hard. Her cunt squirted, and Brigid collapsed back on her bed. She was unaware when the instructor came in and unclipped her collar and cuffs. How long she laid there before her mind returned, she didn't know. When it did, she moaned.
The lithe, prepubescent redhead slid off the bed. She studied her figure in the mirror across the room. Red hair, saturated with sweat. Pale skin, and green eyes glazed with lust. A slender build the other girls had called coltish. Between her smooth, hairless labia her clit stood erect.
Her clit sang with pleasure. Her mind echoed its song.
Brigid walked to the bathroom with an airy grace. Her mind sang, as she removed her cuffs and collar- the only clothing Academy girls were allowed in the dorms- and slid into the hot water that was waiting for her.
She gasped as the water touched her skin, and she held back a groan as she thought about tomorrow. Tomorrow, her little sister would arrive. And they would be assigned an older roommate.
But for now, she had other things to do. Her hand wandered down to her clit and began to stroke. "Slavery makes my cunt wet." She gasped and stiffened. "My wet cunt makes me a slave!"
Alicia sat, sipping at the water the headmaster had given her. She was bored, which was unsurprising given she was all of five. She'd been so impatient to join her sister in this school.
Still, she didn't know why the headmaster kept saying "Relax" so much. It wasn't like her dad needed a lot of reassuring on the matter. He wanted her here as much as she wanted to be here.
Alicia yawned, and tried her best to curl up. The glass slipped from her hand as she slumped over, breathing softly. She never noticed the odd smiles her dad and the headmaster exchanged.
Alicia woke with a start. She wasn't in the headmaster's office. She didn't know where she was. It was dark, she was naked, her arm hurt. She couldn't move her head, or her arms, or her legs. She could hear the whimpering of other girls, and felt fear creeping up her spine.
Her fear was compounded when she felt something icy enter her arms. She sobbed lightly, the sound echoing and blending into similar sounds from the other girls presumably in the room. There was at least one girl wailing.
Alicia sobbed, barely noting the heat building in her body until the first spasms rocked her. Her sobs caught on half moans and gasps of pleasure. Her body shuddered again, eyes bulging. She panted, half sobbing. She wasn't sure why she was crying, really. She felt so good. Even the dim light was tinged in pale translucent rainbows, which made her happier.
It was then the buzzing started, a low bass droning that slithered into her brain and stifiled all thought, yet somehow seemed to shout in her ear in a high pitched whine. She kept sobbing, but started trying to laugh, and gasping and squealing in ecstasy. It echoed, melding with similar sounds from the other girls.
Time was lost to Alicia. She giggled, she sobbed. She could hear some of the girls babbling. She could her herself babbling, words unclear to her. Ice slithered into her veins again, and her sobs dissolved into maniacal giggling and babbling. Her words, the words of the other girls lost in the buzzing. That was okay, her words were as unimportant as the thoughts in her head.
The heat built up in her body, and as it did, the girls in the room started screaming in her voice, the only words that needed to be in her silly little head.
"SLAVERY MAKES MY CUNT WET!"
"OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE!"
"I AM AN OWNED TOY!"
"MY WET CUNT MAKES ME A SLAVE!"
Alicia spasmed, body straining against the restraints. She screamed out, adding her voice to the chorus. "I THINK WITH MY PUSSY!" She collapsed back to the slab beneath her, vision and brain dissolving into joyous rainbow light.
"Okay, girls!"
The shout snapped Alicia out of her reverie. She looked around. It was a small lecture hall, filled with girls of all sorts of ages. They were all clad in the school uniform. White zipper blouse, forest green blazer, no panties (no panties?), bondage cuffs and collars (cuffs? Collars?). All of them were smiling a little airily.
"You're all students now! And what is the basis of a girl's education here at the academy?"
"Females are meant to obey males!" Came the united reply from the assembled girls. Alicia was startled that she replied with the other girls. Even more startling was that it felt right.
"And what of slavery?" The instructor asked, pulling her skirt up and rubbing her shaved pussy.
"Slavery makes our cunts wet. Our wet cunts make us slaves!". Came the reply. This was punctuated by several gasps and soft moan, one of which was Alicia's. Her clit throbbed in response to her affirmation of slavery.
"And how do you think?" The instructor moaned.
"With our pussies!" The assembled girls cried, small bodies shuddering in orgasm.
"Very good! Now, girls, follow the tether to the cafeteria. You'll get some food, and a female staff member will guide each of you to your residence from there." The instructor moaned. She was gasping and squealing in orgasm as Alicia and the other students were guided from the lecture hall. She lowered her eyes as the male instructor hooked her cuffs to the guide tether. She started walking.
The cafeteria wasn't what she expected. She knelt in front of what looked like a big rubber version of a boy's peepee. She wasn't sure what to think. Then the male instructor called out two words from the door.
"Tick tock!"
Suck cock, Alicia's brain replied. She shot forward, lapping and sucking at the rubber cock like a deprived addict. It secreted a sweet, slightly thin porridge, and Alicia lapped it up as though she hadn't eaten in days.
She didn't know how long she worked the rubber cock for food, but stopped when she felt a soft touch on her shoulder. She pulled back to see the teacher from the introduction course. The older woman smiled before leaning in and licking the excess porridge from around Alicia's mouth.
When she finished, the teacher helped her up and led her to the dorms. After a few minutes, Alicia knocked on the door of her dorm room. She gasped with delight when it opened!
"Brigid!" She squealed happily, embracing her sister. Brigid returned the enthusiastic hug.
"Clothes off," came a third voice. Brigid stepped aside, and Alicia watched a lightly tanned girl get up from the couch. Alicia realized that both Brigid and the other girl only wore their collars and cuffs. Her eyes roamed over the third girl, taking in her budding breasts and the tattoo over her lightly furred cunt.
It read, in an elegant script: "Fuckpet". Alicia wondered if her owner would get her a tattoo like that.
The older girl leaned down and ran her tongue over Alicia's ear. "I'm Cassidy," she whispered to the suddenly hot five year old. Alicia offered no resistance as Cassidy and Brigid stripped her down to her cuffs and collar.
"What do you think with?" Cassidy asked in a husky voice.
"My cunt!" Alicia moaned in reply.
Before Cassidy could ask another question, the buzzing echoed in the room. All three girls slackened, then stood and moved to the bedroom. They laid on their beds, minds empty. In unison, they repeated the same phrase. "Slavery makes my cunt wet. My wet cunt makes me a slave."
They didn't notice when the instructor came in and locked them to the beds.