****** Greener Grass by Razi ******
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Greener Grass


This story contains: D/s, Forced sex, Bi-sex.

If any offends please do not read. Please do not post elsewhere without the
consent of the author.


It was the fourth of May. The ground still speckled with the remnants of the
last snowfall. Janice sat staring out her tiny window, remembering how her life
had once been. She remembered walking in the warm summer sun and picking
flowers in the big field behind her parents farm house, but now that seemed a
lifetime away and too far out of reach. She had come here a definite victim of
the grass is always greener syndrome. She wiped away her tears as she heard the
sound of a key in the door.

"Time to go Janice." It was Officer Daley. She had been one of the few guards
that Janice had gotten to really like since coming to The Fairley School for
Wayward Girls.

"Can I have a sec?" Janice wanted a minute to collect herself and get her
excuses in order.

"Sorry Jay, but we have to go now. Mr. Taylor is waiting for you." Janice
gathered all her courage and stepped out the door of her little room and
followed the guard down the corridor to Mr. Taylor's office. She feared what
awaited her on the other side. She had never before been in enough trouble to
warrant a visit to his office, she had heard stories of all the horrible things
he put the girls through, but had no reason to believe or fear it. Officer
Daley opened the door and stuck her head inside; she informed him that Janice
was waiting in the hall. He asked her if she was shackled and Officer Daley
told him she didn't think there would be a need, but he had her do it anyway.
She turned to Janice and placed her in a set of shackles that joined her ankles
and wrists. They were designed to diminish the risk of flight. Janice was a bit
insulted at the thought. "After all," she said, " where would I fly too?"
Officer Daley chuckled as she said it. She then patted Janice on the back and
wished her good luck as she escorted her into the room.

Janice stood before Mr. Taylor for a few minutes as he glared into her eyes,
then he instructed her to sit.

"Good morning Janice." His voice was a very soothing version of monotone,
without variation in pitch. Janice tried to match it in her response.

"Good morning Sir." She was looking at the floor. She could feel her fear
welling up. She was determined to keep her brave front and swallowed hard as
she fought the notion of crying out her apologies.

"How long have you been here with us Janice?"

"Seven months now Sir."

"What was it that brought you to us?"

"Repetitive shop lifting Sir."

"And in seven months you have managed to stay out of trouble, until now?"

"Yes Sir."

"But I do see that when you decided to break a rule, you chose to commit a
major infraction didn't you?"

"Sir?" Janice wasn't sure of what he was speaking.

"You know that fraternizing with the other girls in the school in a romantic
way is a violation of our charter do you not?" He was looking at her and
anticipating her response.

"I did not!" Janice was determined to deny it.

"There is no sense in adding lying to your list of charges Janice."

"But I, I didn't Sir," Mr. Taylor got up from his chair and opened the doors of
a cabinet in the corner of the room. In it was a television and a VCR. He
pressed play and an image of Janice walking into her friend Cara's room
appeared on the screen. To her horror he had made a video of she and Cara. He
made her sit and watch what the two had done in what they believed to be the
privacy of Cara's room. She watched as the images of her kissing her friend
flashed by and as the video showed the two girls entangled in a mass of
passion. There were close ups of Cara with her mouth suckling Janice's breast
and images of Janice lapping at Cara's tiny slit. Janice looked away as her own
memory of the events took over. She was appalled that they had been so horribly
intruded upon.

"Had enough?" Mr. Taylor knew she had.

"Yes Sir please turn it off." Janice was flush with embarrassment.

"Now what I need to do is decide an appropriate punishment for the crime."
Janice remained silent. Mr. Taylor pushed a button on his desk and the door to
the room opened and Cara was escorted inside. She was placed in the seat next
to Janice. She stared at Janice with question, but Janice still said nothing.
Upon closer examination Janice noticed that Cara was wearing nothing but a
hospital gown. She whispered to her friend. "You sick?" Cara shook her head no.
Janice questioned her more. "Then why the gown?" Cara shrugged her shoulders
and looked away. Mr. Taylor interrupted them.

"Quiet please Janice. I will explain things. You will listen."

"Sorry sir." Janice still looking as confused as she was the moment Cara
entered the room. Mr. Taylor returned to his seat behind his desk. "I have had
Cara join us, but she has been instructed to remain silent. It is your answers
I am interested in Janice, not hers. We are all going to play a little game.
I'm going to ask you questions and you are going to give me honest answers. You
will not answer my questions with questions. Cara is here to help me
demonstrate anything you do not understand." He again left his seat and had
Cara stand beside her chair. He sat himself in Cara's seat and turned Janice to
face him. Janice was avoiding making any kind of eye contact with him. He
reached out and cupped her face in his hand. His grip was strong as he forced
Janice to look into his face.

"Do you understand what I have said?" Janice blinked hiding behind her eyelids
for a moment.

"Yes Mr. Taylor. I understand."

"Good then we should begin, but first there is something I need. Now where did
I leave it?" he was tapping his temple with his finger. "Ah yes I remember
now." He got up from the chair and went through a door attached to his office.
He left the door open to ensure there was no conversation between the girls.
When he returned he had a briefcase with him, he returned to his seat and
placed the briefcase on the floor next to his chair, but on the opposite side
from which Cara stood. "Now Janice my first question is an easy one. Do you
know another word for breasts?" Janice looked at him puzzled by the question.

"What?" She had sarcasm in her voice.

"Wrong answer Janice." He reached over to Cara and ripped the gown from her
body leaving her standing in nakedness before them both. He raised his hand and
pointed to Cara's breasts. "These Janice, do you know another name for these?"
Janice swallowed as she answered him.

"Boobs, Mr. Taylor." She was pretty confident in her response.

"Wrong again Janice." He then grabbed the nipple of Cara's left breast and
pinched it hard. Cara let out a loud scream and was instantly told to be quiet.
He did not lighten his grip as he again questioned Janice and asked her to tell
him what it was he had a hold of.

"Stop it you're hurting her!" Janice was near tears for her friend.

"I'll stop when you answer the question properly."

"It's her tit, you asshole, you're pinching her tit!" Janice was yelling at him
and was wondering why no guard had come to his rescue. He smiled as he released
his grip on Cara's now bruised nipple. She raised her hand to try to soothe the
pain, but he quickly slapped it away. "Good Janice you understand my game now.
Cara if you try to touch yourself again I will restrain you. Question two, how
many fuckable holes does a woman have?" Janice was sure she could answer this
one.

"Two Sir. The vagina and the mouth."

"Wrong again Janice." Cara started to cry. "Don't cry Cara, I'm sure she'll
catch on sooner or later." He opened the briefcase and took out something
neither Cara nor Janice had ever seen before. He told them both it was a plug.
He pulled Cara over to him and roughly pulled her down across his lap. He
spread her ass cheeks with one of his hands to provide easier access to her
tiny asshole. He placed the thing at the entrance to her hole and without mercy
shoved it deep into Cara's unlubed ass. Cara again shrieked in pain and Mr.
Taylor pulled another toy from his case. He popped it into Cara's mouth and
instantly her cries turned to muffles. He returned Cara to her standing
position and began to explain things to Janice. "You see Janice a woman has
three holes to fuck, a mouth, an ass and what was it you called the third?" he
was obviously waiting for her to answer.

"A vagina." Janice's voice was quieter, showing him exactly how unsure of
herself she had become.

"Oops I'm afraid you have answered wrong Janice." Once again Cara was across
his lap and he had a vibrator in his hand. Janice knew what that was; she had
one stashed inside of her room. She thought that she had hidden it well. She
watched him as he turned it on and realized that it was her vibrator that about
to be plunged into her friend. She heard the familiar buzz fill the room and
spoke out as he held it just inside of Cara's slit.

"Don't please! She's a virgin, you'll hurt her." He just smiled as he forced
the toy into her friend. It only went in a few small inches before he stopped
and left it humming away inside if Cara. He reached across and grabbed Janice's
still shackled hand and with his over hers again grabbed the vibrator. Janice
struggled to pull her hand away from his, but it was no use he was much
stronger than she was. Cara was letting small moans escape her and her hips
were rocking against the new sensations that filled her. With one swift motion
Mr. Taylor had forced Janice to plunge the vibrator deep within her friend and
Janice cried when she felt her friend's hymen pop against the hard plastic
phallus. Mr. Taylor spoke as Cara wriggled on his lap. "Okay Janice, I'll give
you that one, it was a vagina, but now it's a pussy and as soon as she cums for
me it will become a cunt. MY cunt, and I never want you to touch MY cunt again
without MY permission." He pushed Cara off of his lap and onto the floor in
front of him. Her wiggling had caused the plug in her ass to slip out a little.
He used his foot and shoved it back into her. Her hips were thrusting up toward
him and her eyes were begging him to do something, anything to relieve her. He
dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled the gag out of her mouth. He
lifted her head and kissed her hard on the mouth. She began to wail as her
orgasm over powered her. He sucked hard on her breast as it hit its peak and
Cara's face was covered in tears. Once it had passed he removed the toys and
left her in her own private hell. She wriggled for a long while then drifted
off into sleep on the cold hard floor. He turned his attention back to Janice.

"Are you a pussy or a cunt Janice?" Janice looked at him coldly, but knew she'd
better answer him or Cara's torment would not end.

"I am a pussy Sir." She looked at the floor knowing that she had just let him
know that although she had orgasms before, she had never felt what she had just
witnessed in her friend. He was standing before her and she could see his cock
struggling against his pants. She would not be able to deny that she wanted to
see it, if he asked. "Are you a virgin as Cara?"

"No Mr. Taylor."

"'Sir' will do fine Janice. Do you like men or are you only attracted to
women?"

"No Sir. I like men and women equally."

"Good. That makes me very happy Janice." He was petting her on the head like
she was an obedient puppy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small
set of keys. They were the keys to the shackles she wore. He dangled the keys
in front of her face and asked her if she wanted out of the uncomfortable
bonds. She told him that she did and he unlocked her. He picked up the chain
that held ankle and wrist cuffs and tossed it across the room. Janice was
rubbing her wrists to soothe where the cuffs had dug into her skin. Janice
thanked him for releasing her and asked if she could leave. He chuckled and put
his hand on her shoulder. "Do I look like I am anywhere near finished here? No
you may not be excused. That's the problem with you little bitches, you think
that you can tease a man and never, ever have to satisfy. Outside these walls
no might mean no, but inside these walls it only means no when I say it does.
Now I want you to take off that ridiculous uniform and show yourself to me."
Janice complied with his request and removed the uniform that looked like gray
hospital scrubs. She was now as naked and vulnerable as her friend had been.
Mr. Taylor told her to kneel before him as he allowed his cock to spring free
from beneath the confines of his pants. Janice looked at it with awe. Before
his, she had only seen the cocks of boys her own age, but this was no sixteen-
year-old before her. He pressed his rod against her lips and she parted them
slowly knowing what he wanted. She inadvertently teased it with her tongue and
he grabbed her by her hair and shoved himself into the deep recess of her
throat. Janice fought hard as his thrusts stole her breath; his dick repeatedly
caused her to gag and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Relax Janice. Enjoy this. I'm not trying to hurt you. I told you women have
three holes to fuck, I have chosen to fuck this one for now." He did not let
up. He was determined to fuck her face until she learned to relax and take all
of him. Finally Janice stopped fighting her fears of suffocation and the head
of his cock slipped into her throat. "That's it. Good girl. Hmmm, that feels so
fucking good." Mr. Taylor slowed his pace and his thrusts became longer
strokes. Each time he was pushing a little farther into Janice's throat. A soft
moan slipped from Janice, as she tasted the drops of precum sliding along the
length of her tongue. He knew she was excited now. He knew she was enjoying
this. He felt his orgasm quickly rise and he pulled his cock away from her. He
walked over to Cara still asleep on the floor and spread her legs. He was
feverishly pumping his cock over her. He began to shake as his pleasure mounted
and he aimed his load at Cara's swollen cunt. Janice looked on as each drop of
cum hit exactly where he had aimed it. He took a minute to recover before
returning to Janice once more. He pulled her to her feet and dragged her across
the room to where her friend lay splayed on the floor. He forced her to her
knees and pushed her face into Cara's cum soaked pussy. Janice knew what he
wanted her to do and she began to lap up his jism from the sleeping girl. Cara
began to stir back into consciousness when she felt Janice's ministrations. It
was not long before both girls were lost in a world of passion oblivious to the
fact that Mr. Taylor was still in the room and watching their every move. He
sat in Janice's chair and watched them for what seemed to be hours. He felt his
cock again spring to life. He approached the girls and impaled Janice from
behind. His cock slid easily into her and upon only his third stroke she came.
She bucked hard against him as he repeatedly slipped in and out of her. Each
thrust going a little deeper and hitting a little harder until he could not
hold back and spilled his seed within the confines of Janice's hot tight hole.
The sounds of Janice orgasm sent Cara off again and she begged for someone,
anyone to fuck her. Mr. Taylor pulled Janice away from Cara and both watched as
Cara was once again left to wriggle alone on the floor. Janice looked up at the
clock on the wall. It was two in the afternoon. She had been in Mr. Taylor's
office since ten that morning and although she feared entering it, she now
never wanted to leave. There have been many encounters since that first day
behind the doors of Mr. Taylor's office, and Janice has learned that the grass
is sometimes greener, depending on where it grows.

Maybe one day if you are all good little girls and boys, I'll share them with
you.

Fairley School for Wayward Girls - Officer Daley Report

Questions? Comments? Criticism? Email: kajira@internet.look.ca

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