Strictland Academy (18 page)

Molly
and April were shoved in the receiving room once again, this time as prisoners
of a war for survival.
 
They were
stripped clean of what little clothing they were wearing, gagged and held in
place across the old conference table while the old doctor was called in.

“
What
do you want me to do with them?" he asked the attendants, looking a bit
befuddled in finding himself there at that time of night.

“
I
want you to search them for contraband,
”
Attendant Hazel explained, with a chilling calm.
 
"These two were found wandering
about outside, unsupervised."

"Outside?
 
How did you two manage to get
outside?"

"Never
you mind about how; just do your job," Attendant Angela barked
sharply.
 
“
There's no telling what
kinds of things they might have secreted about their persons while executing
their plot, or what they found hidden about the grounds to bring back into the
Academy to harm the other girls.
 
I
won't take the chance that my wards will be sullied by drugs or anything like
that."

"Why
would they do that?
 
It makes no
sense." Dr. Krouse still looked confused.
 
"And where is Dr. Wells?
 
He has been interviewing these women and
might have some answers.
 
I haven't
seen him in three days."

"He
was trying to interview these women as a means to seduce them.
 
We put a swift end to his plotting. The
headmaster suspects that he was responsible for enticing these girls to escape
and had him detained and placed in protective custody. Do not expect to see him
again."
 
The threat was loud
and clear.

The
physician swallowed then licked his dry lips nervously.
 
"Wells?
 
I never would have suspected that of
him.
 
Couldn't you bring them to my
office tomorrow, where I have all of my equipment?"

Attendant
Hazel stepped forward with a box of gloves.
 
"Surely you can conduct such a
basic exam without every little bit of technology?"

“
I
suppose I can, although I really should have a tube of lubricant."

He
was rudely cut off.
 
"No, you
shouldn't.
 
These girls aren't fit
to have anything made easy for them.
 
Do what you need to do, but make very certain that you are absolutely
sure before you're through that neither of them is harboring anything they
shouldn't ... internally speaking."

The
doctor nodded, catching the implication associated with the underlying threat
that accompanied her description of 'protective custody' and the fate of his
resident.

"It
sounds like they were very close to escaping.
 
How did that happen?" he asked
carefully.

"We
have not investigated yet.
 
What are
you waiting for?
 
Don't tell me that
you have developed some affection for Compton here.
 
I'm sure you are not willing to end up
in jail for anyone, especially a pretty little eighteen-year-old virgin whom
you have already molested in the name of medicine."
 
Attendant Hazel set her eyes upon him in
an open challenge.

He
shook his head adamantly and turned to his first victim, April, who was doing
her best to keep her knees together.
 
"Could we scoot her down towards me a bit?" he asked.

While
Attendant Hazel pried the girl
’
s
knees apart and leaned into them to hold them in place, Attendant Angela was up
at April's head, holding a fistful of the short, choppy hair as she whispered
into her ear.
 
“
You thought you were
going to get away from me, didn't you, slut?
 
You thought you were never going to have
to see your mommy again, that you would never be punished by me, or be put into
those humiliating diapers, or have me diddle you in front of all the girls
again, right?
 
Mommy is not ready to
let you go.
 
No, not for a long,
long time, baby girl."

April
clenched her teeth as her head was jerked roughly.
 
Attendant Angela continued her
tirade:
 
“
You have been such a
naughty young lady, and you're going to find out that your first weeks at
Strictland were a walk in the park in comparison to how it
’
s going to be for you
from now on.
 
I will also make sure
that whomever I chose for your, uh, husband, will be a man who will give you
more incentives than I ever can.
 
Proceed, Doctor, and make certain she remembers every second of this
examination."

And
on those words, the doctor reached down and began the process of introducing
his fat fingers inside April's tight, tiny quim with no lubricant to ease his
way.
 
He sighed with remorse as he
looked into her eyes.
 
April's eyes
pleaded with him, begged him to spare her, reminded him that she had started to
hug him after every enema session he performed.

"What
are you waiting for, doctor?"

"I
was just thinking about how much I enjoy hearing the young women whimpering and
mewling when I touch them," he said, skimming his finger along her slit.

"Yes,"
Attendant Hazel whispered huskily, "it does excite you, doesn't it?
 
You
like
that the girls have sore
red bottoms as they lie naked in front of you.
 
You
like
watching them flinch as
their bottoms come in first contact with the cold table beneath them.
 
And you truly
like
watching them
try to jerk away as your hand grabs hold of a hot swollen, red cheek, while you
pleasure them, don't you?
 
And this
one ... how many hours have you spent with her body spread wide open before
your eyes?"

"I
have lost count," the doctor's voice was raspy as he shifted, recalling a
time when his manhood was intact and able to respond. It, like so many others,
was a casualty of war. "She always has a particularly hard time taking my
fingers because of her tightness, but she is already moist and ready for me to
touch her.
 
It seems that she has
recently experienced an orgasm
—
or two."

"How
can you tell?" Attendant Angela demanded.
 
"I had her hours ago, which means
someone else has been playing with my property!"

"The
evidence is clear.
 
She is still
slick with her juices, and her lips are puffy and her clit swollen."
 
The old man licked his lips.
 
"There are also little bruises on
the inside of her thighs that look like hickeys."

"I
want to know who else touched her!!" the woman demanded, in a jealous
rage.

"You'll
have to un-gag her and ask," he answered, as he slyly moved his thumb so
that it covered her clit, letting it bump up against her nubbin every time he
moved his hand in and out of her, pleasuring her as much as he dared before the
critical witnesses.
 
It would, at
least, make this moment of her life more tolerable.

"Trust
me, I will.
 
Well?"

“
Nothing
in there,
”
he pronounced after a long while of finger fucking her.
 
His fingers, bathed in her juices, moved
to her bottom.
 
Even with the
multiple rectal exams he and Dr. Wells had conducted prior to each daily enema,
she still struggled and fought the two fingers as they advanced inside her as
inexorably as they had in her pussy.

He
fucked her ass with his thick fingers, his efforts rewarded with panting and
protests.
 
"Clean in there,
too,
”
he said, removing his
fingers slowly.
 
"I don't find
any contraband of any kind in her.
 
Next."

Molly
made certain not to show any concern or interest in what he did to her, failing
to even react as he roughly probed her body.
 
Her lack of response bored him, and the
doctor quickly completed the exam.
 
The headmaster had joined them by then and thanked the doctor promptly,
before dismissing him.

As
soon as the doctor turned to leave, Molly, having found a way to dislodge her
gag, began to scream that he couldn't leave them there, that he had failed his
Hippocratic oath to care and protect his patients, and that he was responsible
to stop the flesh-peddling that was happening right under his nose.
 
Attendant Hazel clamped her hand over
Molly's mouth, nearly cutting off her breath, and bade the doctor goodbye.
 
Molly fought uselessly against the biting
grip and watched her last hope for any kind of freedom walk out the door.

Soundlessly,
the two naked and tightly-bound girls were removed to separate cell blocks at
the back of the building.
 
Their
hands were untied and gags were roughly pulled off before they were shoved
inside barren rooms lined with faded yellow walls with no cot, toilet, sink, or
windows.
 
Several metal grill plates
lined the floors, along with a faucet, a hose, and a ragged yellow towel.
 
A small sign above the faucet read 'Sump
Water - Do Not Drink' and was clearly intended to be used to hose down any
refuse.

The
sound of the solid door slamming behind them with a loud click of the lock
brought about a wall of misery that physical punishment could never do.
 
Time was now at a standstill and both
began to wail at the possibility that they might never leave their prison.

Hours
passed before they heard any other sounds beyond their own voices.
 
Molly, finally coming to her senses,
spoke soothingly to the hysterical April.
 
She finally convinced her that someone would eventually notice their
absence and that they would be released.
 
Even the State would want an accounting for any absences, so it was just
a matter of time.
 
They talked
through the thin walls, unable to gauge the number of hours that had
passed.
 
The only measure of the
time of day was the sparse meals that were slid through slats at the bottom of
the door at odd intervals, and the accompanying two bottles of water.

Numbness
began to overcome them as the number of empty water bottles stacked up to total
forty-two, reflecting the length of their solitary confinement of over six
days.
 
There was no notice when the
cell doors were opened and the two girls were wordlessly dragged in the dimming
light across the campus to the dining hall.
 
They were positioned against a wall
where their wrists were secured over their heads by hooks suspended from the
ceiling.
 
Their legs were pulled
wide apart by cuffs fitted to their ankles and anchored to the floor with
spreader bars, fully immobilizing them.

A
loud commotion grew as the entire population was assembled to witness the
punishment prescribed for the runaways.
 
Molly's anxiety grew as, instead of hearing the typical comments or
tittering about their positions, the sound of sharply indrawn breaths and quiet
exclamations reached her ears.
 
A
gathering of nine men of various sizes and ages, led by Headmaster Judas,
entered the room and sat silently in a line of straight-back chairs.

Attendant
Hazel stood in front of Molly and April, yelling loudly,
“
Quiet down, ladies!
Headmaster Judas has gathered us here this evening to advise you of a very
serious incident that occurred a week ago.
 
You are all to give him your undivided attention."

The
man cleared his throat,
“
Girls
and loyal staff members, I want you to welcome our Board of Directors.
 
Several of these gentlemen are also
interested in evaluating some of you as possible mates.
 
They will be observing your behavior and
then consulting with your attendants and myself as far as your
compatibility."

He
paused to let his words sink in:
 
"I have invited them here to witness what occurs when someone seeks
to destroy our institution.
 
These
two young women behind me were caught trying to leave Strictland Academy.
 
The third woman unfortunately incurred
severe injuries in a horrendous accident and will not be returning."

Another
round of wordless shocked exclamations rippled through the room.
 
He turned to smile at the hate-filled
glower shooting from Molly's eyes.

"You
liar!!" she screamed.
 
Tears
poured down her face.
 
"You
murderous, goddamned liar!"