She lay there asleep, naked, and Karen could see the ugly marks of whips and cane covering her body. She wanted to go over and take her in her arms, to hold her and comfort her; but what could she say? What could she do?
She was there to see what had happened…
she pulled back and shook her head, her brown hair swinging across her back. No, she couldn’t. Then she noticed an envelope on her dresser; it wasn’t there when she had come back last night.
She fearfully opened it and read: Dearest Karen, Greetings to the Covenant School for Girls from your headmistress Samantha Kane. I have seen the tapes and know that by now you have been introduced to the main extracurricular activity at our school. In case you are in any way confused by your present situation, this letter is designed to clear up those confusions.
First of all, let me make it very clear that your main purpose here, besides obtaining a first class education, is to service myself, my secretary, the faculty, the seniors, the juniors, and the members of Delta Sigma Pi, in that order, in any way they desire. Let me repeat myself: you are to obey the preceding without question. Now I realize that certain demands that we may make upon your person may cause you certain discomfort; practice patience and forebearance, and realize that no member of the above will be allowed to permanently injure you in any way, or to impact your schoolwork negatively.
Also realize that next year you will be a Junior here at our school, and therefore free of certain of the strictures which now apply to you, as well as gaining social superiority over the Freshmen and Sophmore. Now that I have reassured you on the main points of your situation, let me follow with certain simple rules you will be expected to follow while you are a student here. 1) You will wear no underclothes except that provided by one of the above persons.
2) You will speak to one of the above people outside of the classroom only when spoken to. 3) You will refer, outside of the classroom, to the above people as master or mistress, depending on the sex of the person. If you break any of these rules, realize that you will be punished severely.
One final note, in case you are thinking about revealing our cozy setup here to anyone: we have tapes of everything that has been done to you. Far from being self-incriminating, these tapes will, properly edited, reveal you engaging in consenual, if kinky, sexual escapades, and enjoying yourself immensely. Any story of members of this academy forcing you into unwanted sexual contact will be dismissed by us as either malicious spitefulness, overactive imagination, or “day after” regrets over your sexual experiences.
Respectfully yours, Samantha Kane p.s. Please bring this letter with you to my office at 4:00 pm this afternoon.
She shuddered as she read the letter–it seemed hardly possible. Then she looked over at Su Lee, her naked body covered with welts and bruises, and realized it was not only possible, it was. She sat down on the edge of her bed, stunned, vague thoughts and worries running through her horrified mind.
She sat unmoving for perhaps an hour, and when she finally did move, it was like an automaton. She had closed her mind off to the world around her; she had pushed everything that had happened out of her mind so that she could cope. She would do her schoolwork and the like and then she would meet with the schoolmistress at 4:00 pm–beyond that her mind refused to function.
At 2:00 two senior girls whom she did not know well came and carried Su Lee away; Karen ignored them, and ignored Su Lee’s feeble, sobbing cries for help. At 3:55, she rose from her desk, checked to make sure she was wearing no underwear, and walked unthinkingly to Samantha Kane’s office. When she arrived she saw Paul sitting at his desk, his boss’s large wooden office door directly behind him.
He stood up when he saw her and leered. Karen shied away and murmered, “I’m here to see Ms. Kane.
” “I know,” he said, moving from behind the desk to put an arm around her. She flinched, but let him guide her passively to Ms. Kane’s office door.
She didn’t even react when he ran his hand caressingly up her outer thigh to massage her naked buttocks. “Too bad,” he murmered, “I almost hoped you would disobey.” Still massaging her buttocks, he opened the door to Ms.
Kane’s office and gently pushed her through. Standing in the headmistress’s office, Karen looked up as she heard the door closed behind her. Her protective complacency shattered as she beheld what was before her, and she backed, shocked, into the door.
She had remembered the headmistress as a stern, older woman, about 40 years old, 6′ tall and exceedingly handsome. She remembered when she had first seen the headmistress, her brown-blond hair carefully done up, her piercing blue eyes staring sharply at her from amid small wrinkles webbing her face, her full and firm figure gracefully controlled, her full length dress tasteful and unrevealing. The picture before her could not be more different.
Samantha Kane was in the throws of rapture: her medium length hair spilling over shoulders, her face flushed, a small, catlike smile playing on her lips, her back arched back as she kneeled over the face of one of her students, her hands gripping her student’s breasts harshly, her own large, full breasts standing out proudly from her chest, her large round nipples distended in pleasure, her ass crushing down into her face, the outward extending penis gag fully embedded in her moist cunt, her juices flowing down onto her helpless student’s face. Samantha Kane shuddered in her orgasm while smiling lazily at Karen. Slowly she rose, her pussy sliding easily from the plastic dildo, and moved toward Karen.
Karen was transfixed by the sight of her approaching headmistress, but she couldn’t help but glance at the hapless student bound on the floor behind her. A sudden chill went through her as she recognized Su Lee, a penis gag, now covered with Ms. Kane’s juices, 1.
5″ in diameter and extending into as well as 7″ out of her mouth. She was lying on her back, her calves strapped with wide leather belts tightly against her thighs. Her thighs were pulled up and back against her sides, pulling her ass into the air, and strapped there with another leather band running just under her small breasts, which also held her arms against her sides.
In this position her pussy and ass were obsenely exposed to the several videocameras stationed around the room. Ms. Kane’s voice cut through her thoughts, “Hello Karen, I’ve been wanting so much to meet you.
” Her voice had a silky, catlike quality to it, and Karen submitted meekly as she gripped her upper arm and led her around the large desk which Su Lee was lying in front of. Here she could not see her friend, but another sight caught her attention: a stool, one foot high, stood bolted to the floor where a desk chair should have been, and thrusting up from it was a shiny metal dildo. It gleamed in the dim light of the office, and as she followed it down she saw that the chair was “padded” with what looked like small bed of nails, with what looked like a seatbelt attatched to the side.