Hard Lessons

by Alan Raison

  When Janice reached the top of Catherine’s second leg he said; “Give that pussy a good clean Gibson,” when she hesitated he quickly stabbed the end of the baton onto her thigh making her jump and squeal.

  As Janice began to lightly rub Catherine’s pussy with her lather covered hand the guard feinted another attack with the baton.

  “You can rub harder than that Gibson.” Afraid of more punishment Janice began to rub harder, unable to stop her fingers penetrating Catherine, she heard little, ‘Oh, oh’ sounds coming from the mouth of the girl under her care.

  Repelled and fascinated at the same time Janice began to probe deeper and faster until Catherine gave out a little squeal and sank to her knees on the hard tiles. She stood back with a series of odd thoughts running through her head. She felt a sense of empowerment; she had caused Catherine to orgasm in front of the guard and Mya. At the same time she felt embarrassed that she had caused Catherine to orgasm in front of Mya and the guard.

  She felt the side of the baton lightly touch her backside and looking through her wet hair she saw the guard standing there, a self satisfied smile on his face as if he knew what she was thinking. “Well Gibson, you seem to have a talent for this.”

  Janice flushed red.

  “Your other friend is waiting for the same treatment. Get on with it.”

  “Please,” Janice said, “this isn’t right.”

  The business end of the baton immediately touched her buttock and she squealed loudly.

  “I didn’t ask you what is right, you should have thought of that before you broke the law. Get on with your orders or get more of the same.” He lifted the end of the baton and with a large sob Janice began to work on Mya’s left leg.

  Once she worked her way to the top of the Chinese girl’s second leg again her fingers began to probe around, burying her fingers up to the second joint in the warm moisture of her cunt until Mya fell to her knees, her whole body quivering with the force of her orgasm.

  The water was switched off and the guard moved in and took Catherine by the arm. His excitement was obvious by the bulge in his trousers, as he pulled the thin girl to her feet he said; “You two sluts dry off, I need to have a chat with Pope.”

  He took her behind a row of lockers and Janice and Mya heard him say, “bend over that bench and open your legs.” As they rubbed themselves down with thin scratchy towels they heard Catherine begin to moan and the guard grunt and it became obvious what he was doing to her.

  Janice pulled the smock over her head and flushed red as she looked at Mya. “I’m sorry about that Mya. I didn’t want to do it.”

  To her surprise Mya smiled, leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the lips. “It was great, best orgasm I’ve had since I’ve been here. That Lance is just about useless in bed, bang, bang, bang and he’s all finished.”

  Tears began to flow down her cheeks as her actions of the last hour caught up with her. Mya pulled her in close and kissed her again. “You did what you were told to do, that’s what you do in here. Don’t sweat it; I’ve had far less pleasant things done to me out there.”

  From behind the Lockers they heard Catherine squeal with pleasure and a male grunting noise and then the pair emerged, a glazed look on the girl’s face and sweat on the guard’s told their own story. He pushed Catherine towards a shower and told her to get washed, and sat down heavily on a bench.

  Mya and Janice dried their hair and helped Catherine with hers before lining up, hands held out in front of them waiting for their cuffs to be put back on again. As the guard was putting them on, Lance came back.

  “All done Jacko?”

  “Fucking ace, man! I think I need a lie down.”

  The thin guard laughed. “Fucking right, we could hear someone squealing in the canteen.”

  He ushered the girls out and into a smaller room where there were various pieces of gym equipment. He pointed to a treadmill, a rowing machine and a static cycle.

  “Okay, fitness test, pick your machine, ten minutes each and let’s see how you are afterwards.”

  He sat down on a chair and leaned back to watch the girls work. It was obvious that Janice was by far the fittest; Mya and Catherine were puffing after a couple of minutes. After ten minutes Catherine was flat on her back on the floor and Mya was holding her side, gasping for breath. Janice was sweating but breathing easily.

  He noted their recovery times and then had them run on the spot. Catherine and Mya had to be encouraged with the help of his shock baton, after that session even Janice was breathing hard, bent over with her hands on her knees. He gave them water to drink and ten minutes to recover before putting them back to work lifting weights.

  Catherine’s physique gave her no strength at all, Mya and Janice were not much better, but he did amuse himself by standing at the bottom of the bench and as their legs had to straddle the bench every time they lifted the weights everything was put on view. Mya and Catherine were far too tired to notice but it was further humiliation for Janice as she could do nothing to stop him ogling her.

  “Well, Chang and Pope you are well unfit, but the Academy has a top notch fitness program. After a year you’ll come back glowing with health and strong as horses. Blondie, you must be one of the fittest girls we’ve had through here.” The three girls just sat on the floor panting. “Well, this is where you get up and say, ‘Thank you Sir’.” The three girls struggled to their feet and responded as ordered.

  He led them back to the showers where they washed again and although he rarely took her eyes off of their bodies, they were allowed to wash themselves.

  Lunch consisted of a fruit and salad, and of course water. Then they were taken back to their cells for the afternoon.

  Janice was exhausted after the fitness test and slept for most of the afternoon before being awakened by the woman guard and taken to the canteen for a bland dinner. Back in her cell the lights went down and she tried to sleep, but sleep wouldn’t come.

  She was beginning to have doubts again about what she was doing. It had only been two days and already she had been humiliated hourly, forced to orgasm in front of an audience, seen Mya and Catherine give their bodies to the guards, just for coffee or food. There was still a whole year to go!

  A new plan was needed, she decided. She already had enough to bring down this government, she would escape, find Marcus and they would tell all that she had suffered. Again her thoughts fell to how she would be fêted as a heroine once the public rose up and stopped this travesty of justice.

  Her cell went dark and she turned her face to the wall, her hand slid down to her pussy and she began to probe at her clitoris with eager fingers. Within a minute she was gasping and rocking her body on the bed, her release came and she fell into a satisfied sleep.

  In the control room the guard, Jacko, smiled. The prisoners all thought that as the lights were out then they couldn’t been seen by the cameras, but these cameras recorded in extremely low light and copies of the films made here would fetch a good price on the black market for porn. Janice’s performances would be in a thousand homes by next weekend.

  After breakfast they were taken to the shower and their smocks were taken away. They were herded back to their cells naked, wearing only handcuffs. There they were given standard prison issue orange jumpsuits and then taken to an exit at the back of the building where ankle chains were added and a link put in between the hands and the feet. This meant that they could only shuffle slowly as they were led across the yard and helped into a van. They were sat down in individual cells and feet and hands were chained to the seats, then a gag was placed in their mouths and a bag pulled over their heads.

  Janice realised that the whole thing was so over the top it was designed to humiliate them further, but an hour into the journey she found out that the restraints had another purpose.

  There were two guar
ds in the back of the van who obviously had become bored.

  “Want to have a look then?” She heard one say.

  She heard the sound of two zips being pulled and another voice saying.

  “What you got then, these ain’t bad, must be the Chink bird.”

  “I’ve seen bigger pimples than these, long nipples though.”

  Janice felt a hand on the zipper of her overall and cold air hit her body as it was pulled down to the groin. She shifted uneasily in her seat but thanks to the chains she could hardly move at all.

  “Now,” one of the men said, “these are proper tits.”

  A hand went to her nipples and began flicking and pulling painfully at them. Then another hand went to her pussy and a finger slipped in. “Hey, this is the one they called Blondie, don’t see many true blondes.”

  “Nice,” came the reply.

  Janice tried to yell at them to stop, but her voice was garbled from behind her gag. The invading finger went in as far as possible and then began to masturbate her, going faster and faster as she began to rock in her seat. As her crisis hit, the finger was withdrawn and she could feel the eyes of the two men on her as she gasped her orgasm in front of two complete strangers. Tears of humiliation coursed down her cheeks under the bag that cut off the light.

  “She comes well, let’s see how the other two do.”

  As an extra humiliation one of the guards pulled her breasts from the front of the overall and left them out , then patted her on the head, like a pet dog, and said, “Don’t worry Blondie; we’ll be back shortly.”

  She heard them working on Catherine and Mya and then for an hour they played with their charges, remarking on how wet they got or how they tossed their heads about when they made them come time after time. By the time they reached their destination all three girls were exhausted and covered in sweat.

  Janice couldn’t see how High Heath Academy could be worse than the last three days. She desperately needed to get away and tell Marcus what was going on in these government institutions.

  Chapter Two

  Friday

  Isabella Parker-Davies lay at the bottom of the Headmaster’s bed, her face buried in Tanya Wilson’s hair, trying not to move too much as every time she did the small chain wrapped around hers and Tanya’s waist and connected to the sharp nipple clamps attached to their breasts, moved with her and pulled painfully on her nipples.

  She had been surprised that she could sleep at all, what with the nipple clamps, six cuts from her cane throbbing on her already well abused backside, and a large ribbed vibrator held in place in her pussy by a waist strap. But from the light coming through the window she had slept most of the night.

  She hissed a little through her teeth as Tanya moved slightly in her sleep and she felt a small shot of pain as her nipple clamps were pulled on. Her thoughts drifted back to last night.

  She and Tanya had spent two hours being used like pieces of meat by the Headmaster and Tanya’s mistress Anna. They had been spanked, paddled and eventually caned, but also they had orgasmed so many times Isabella had lost count.

  She had performed oral sex on all three of them quite willingly, the Headmaster had got her and Tanya onto such a sexual high that they would have dragged in a stranger off of the street if they had to. When the final four- way session had started Isabella was quite willing to beg the Headmaster to fuck her, and was so proud that he had chosen her to fuck while she had her tongue up Tanya’s pussy, and this was the man she had accused of raping her less than forty-eight hours before.

  Her mistress had been right, after the punishment given to her by the Headmaster and her Uncle, her body had screamed for what he had done to her, her whole body had trembled with the force of her orgasm; she had never experienced anything like it with other lovers. Her mistress told her that was because she had never truly given herself to a man before; he had released all her inhibitions and freed her from herself.

  Her beautiful mistress, Jemma. She had left her with the Headmaster for the whole weekend and now she worried that she had done something to displease her. The realisation that she loved the woman, who treated her so harshly, had been another revelation. She was missing her terribly and promised herself that when she came back she would be the most obedient slave ever.

  As the light from the widow got stronger she heard the Headmaster stir and saw his naked legs go past her as he went to the bathroom. He then returned and switched on a kettle, making coffee when it had boiled.

  Coffee, thought Isabella, it’s such a long time since I had a cup of coffee or tea.

  The Inmates of High Heath Academy, or Wards as they were known, lived a Spartan existence, bland meals, laced with mild sedatives, only water to drink, no T.V., no magazines, minimal makeup allowed. Boredom was one of the biggest punishments.

  Isabella could only see feet moving back and forth as any sudden movements shot pin points of pain through her nipples and that was making her wet again. She could tell by her movements that Tanya was also awake now as well.

  They could both hear a muted conversation going on between the Headmaster and Tanya’s mistress, the sexy red headed Anna. Finally they came to the end of the bed to release them. They removed the thin chain that connected them and helped them stand up and then led them into the bathroom so they could use the toilet.

  Once they had dealt with nature, in front of them of course, both girls were led back into the Headmaster’s bedroom and made to kneel on the carpet, hands on head, awaiting orders.

  Still naked, the Headmaster sat down in an easy chair and pulled the also naked Anna down to sit on his lap. She put her head on his shoulder and purred as his finger delved into her pussy, opening her legs to allow him better access.

  “Well Miss Davies, I must congratulate you on Tanya’s performance last night, obedient and eager, quite the whore.” Tanya flushed red, shocked at being called a whore, pleased at being praised. “And Isabella, your mistress Jemma has done wonders with you in a short time.” He turned and looked at Anna, “does she use her tongue well?”

  Now it was Isabella’s turn to redden as Anna laughed and said. “Not bad Sir, she could use more practice, my Toy could use some extra tuition as well.”

  “Well I’m sure Miss Grey would be willing to help out, extra tuition tonight I would suggest, but not with Isabella, I promised her mistress I would give her some one-to-one education while she was away.”

  Isabella’s stomach flipped to learn that she was going to spend more time with the Headmaster. Her head felt so confused, pleased at more time with the Headmaster, upset that her mistress had just gone off and left her, afraid at what this powerful man would do to her.

  “Don’t forget,” he smiled at them, “your new duties start today.” He leaned forward and took Tanya’s face in his hands, and then slid them down to pull gently on her nipple clamps. “Follow your mistress around today and observe what she does, and soon you will be looking after the Wards yourself. Do you understand?”

  Tanya nodded her eyes bright with tears and the sensations he was causing her. “Yes Sir.”

  “Isabella, your mistress won’t be back until Monday so you will be spending today with me, tomorrow with Miss Harris and Sunday with Miss Grey. Understood?”

  Isabella also nodded; she was a bit worried about being given into the control of the Gym Mistress for a day. She was a hard taskmaster; a ward rarely left her lessons without a few stripes from her whalebone switch across her backside.

  She clearly remembered the time, soon after she arrived, when she had refused to do any more push ups, she had easily pinned her over a bench, had one of the other girls pull down her shorts and laid in to her with the switch until she was crying and pleading like a little girl, humiliated in front of the other wards. She had then done the push ups with no shorts on, her striped backside going up and
down in front of the assembled wards.

  They hadn’t laughed at her of course, that would only bring the same punishment for them, but she felt as if they were laughing at her. As she now thought back on that, one of many humiliations heaped upon her, she could feel herself getting sexually excited by the memory.

  “Miss Parker-Davies,” a tweak of her own nipple clamps brought her back to the present.

  “Yes Sir. I will learn to be a tutor as best as I can.”

  “Good girls, now get each side of the bed and open up those legs. We just have some time for some more fun before breakfast.” He whispered into Anna’s ear and she disappeared into the play room, returning moments later wearing a strap-on dildo. Once they had them positioned to their liking, their hips on the edge of the bed, legs as wide as they would go, facing each other, and gripping the other girl’s upper arm, the Headmaster went and stood behind Tanya while Anna stood behind Isabella.

  They gave them a light hand spanking until they were both wriggling around and then, at the Headmaster’s signal, buried themselves deep into their respective victim, reaching under them and gripping the nipple clamps they began to fuck them while cruelly twisting the clamps.

  Instinctively, they both buried their heads in the bed until they were pulled up by the hair to look at each other as their orgasms broke.

  “Watch how you both react so quickly to the pain and pleasure you’re feeling. If I ever allow you to train your own girls this is what you will be looking for.” The Headmaster slowed down and waited for Tanya to come again before spurting his seed inside her, while he watched Anna’s eyes roll as she came as well.

  Anna slipped out of the strap-on and went to offer it to Isabella to clean with her tongue when the Headmaster stopped her and put it up to Tanya’s mouth instead. There was only a slight hesitation before Tanya opened her mouth and took it as far down her throat as she could, tasting the essence of Isabella while her fellow slave looked on at her.