Slaves to the Girlspell

by William Avon

  Picking up a pen, he began drafting an advertisement offering a substantial reward for any information as to Melanie’s whereabouts.

  Nieces like Arabella were all too common, he reflected, but packgirls like Melanie were precious indeed.

  “The girls are all eating breakfast now, Mister Platt,” Alison reported as she returned to the office.

  “That’s good,” Platt said. “How are they taking the news about Melanie?”

  “They’re still shocked, of course, but keeping to the routine is helping. Una seems to have taken charge again, but she’s being very careful how she treats the others.”

  “Hmm, Melanie’s influence, I think. She’ll be a sad loss if we can’t get her back.”

  Alison’s normally bright face crumpled. “Oh, I do hope she’ll be all right!”

  “I’m sure it’ll work itself out,” Platt assured her. “The Major won’t give up on finding her, you can be certain of that. You just be ready to tell the detectives everything you saw.”

  “I will, Mister Platt. But really, I didn’t see anything. They blindfolded me and took my clothes, then put me on the Sick Room bed. A little later they brought in Gillian and we just lay there until you found us.”

  Platt was looking at her in concern. “You could go home if you like, Alison,” he suggested gently. “The detectives can call on you there. You’ve been through quite an ordeal.”

  Alison forced a smile. “No, I’d rather keep busy, if you don’t mind. I just wish I could have done something to stop it all.”

  “You said there were at least three large men,” Platt reminded her. “You couldn’t have done anything to stop them, believe me.”

  Alison smiled in gratitude at his words, but then her face took on a curious expression. “Actually, Mister Platt, there was one useful thing I learnt from last night.”

  “Oh, and what’s that, Alison?”

  “Well... while I was tied up and blindfolded and gagged like that, I realised it must be what packgirls feel like when they’re in their restraints.”

  “I suppose so,” Platt agreed. “Did that make you feel sorry for them?”

  “Oh no. It wasn’t a bad feeling, exactly, not once I got over my fright and realised the men weren’t going to hurt me. It was just so unusual. But it did make me think...” she hesitated.

  “Yes?”

  Alison took a deep breath. “I know I’m not always firm enough with the girls, and I think it’s because I don’t really understand what it’s like to be restrained or punished...” she lowered her eyes, “...or trained like you did with Gillian over the trestle in the Harness Room.”

  Platt started, an unaccustomed blush rising to his cheeks. “You saw me?”

  “It was an accident!” Alison said quickly, the words pouring out of her. “I know I shouldn’t have kept looking, but you were being so kind and yet so masterful with her. You knew just how to handle her, and I thought I’d never be that good. But now I think I might learn if you treat me the same way.”

  Platt thought his ears were failing him. “Sorry... what do you mean, Alison?”

  “When you aren’t too busy and all the girls are out working... if you can spare the time... could you put me in harness and use the whip and do, well, everything you would to train a packgirl? Then I think I can learn to be a proper keeper one day.”

  Platt felt the room spinning round him and had to take a firm grip on his desk to steady himself. He looked into Alison’s hopeful face, searching for some sign that he had misunderstood her words or that it was a huge joke. But he read only naive trust, admiration and serious intent. She was genuinely convinced this was the way for her to learn her profession.

  He found his voice. “You... want to be treated just like a packgirl. You’d... be naked?”

  “Oh, of course,” Alison said earnestly. “It wouldn’t be very real if I wasn’t. If you don’t mind?”

  Platt looked at her wondering silence for a long time. Then he smiled. “No, Alison, I don’t mind in the least,” he said.

  Miss Newcombe Takes a Hand

  The dumbstruck tableau in the dormitory lasted for a good thirty seconds. The boys were frozen in various half-risen postures amid the tangled sheets of their beds, the gagged and spread-eagled girls under them lay rigid in the bonds, eyes wide in alarm.

  Then Miss Newcombe spoke again: “Get up at once! Stand straight at the foot of your beds facing me. No talking!”

  Her voice was like a whipcrack, penetrating to the obedient core of brains still reeling from shock and permitting no thought of disobedience. The boys threw back their covers and scrambled to stand as she had commanded; their faces still masks of utter dismay.

  Miss Newcombe paced up and down the aisle between the feet of the beds, looking the naked, pink and trembling boys up and down as though she was reviewing a motley parade of troops. Her grey eyes glinted coldly like chips of flint. None of the boys could meet her gaze.

  “So, this is how you repay a trust, is it?” she said. “You hold an orgy on school property. Not only that, but one of the girls involved is an outsider illegally removed from police custody, while another is Major Havercotte-Gore’s prize bondslave abducted only last night from the Hall - during which time, as I understand it, Arabella Westlake suffered a peculiar and humiliating misfortune. Well, have you any explanation for this outrageous behaviour?”

  But the boys were temporarily beyond speech and could only stare fixedly at nothing. Miss Newcombe shook her head sadly.

  “No, I see you haven’t. But then what else would I expect from boys who would clamber over roofs and look through skylights to watch a woman undressing.”

  There was a groan of dismay from the boys. Their haggard eyes widened further.

  “Oh, yes, I knew what you were doing,” Miss Newcombe said. “You often left sperm-trails on the glass for me to see the next morning. Do you think I’m so innocent or unobservant? Well?”

  They shook their heads mechanically.

  “Exactly. In the same way I did not fail to recognise the difference between a cucumber and five young men’s cocks.”

  It did not seem possible that the boys’ misery could deepen any further, but it did. Parsons gave a strangled wail of anguish and Harris looked as though he was going to faint. “Stand straight!” Miss Newcombe snapped at him. White as a sheet he obeyed, still swaying.

  Her rapier-like gaze passed over them once again, quelling their stifled groans and whimpers.

  “Have you any idea what the Headmaster will do if he finds out even a half of this?”

  The boys nodded dumbly.

  “You will be severely punished and then expelled in total disgrace. Even supposing that I, the Major and the police do not press charges against you variously for theft, trespass, breaking and entering, assault and other offences, I doubt if any other school in the country will take you. What action your respective parents will choose to take I could not say, but I assume it will not be pleasant. It will take years for you to live such a thing down... if you ever do.” She glanced at the girls bound to their beds and shook her head sadly. “I just hope you think the pleasure was worth the price.”

  The boys were utterly crushed now, looking as though they wished the earth would swallow them so they might be put out of their anguish.

  “As I said, that is what will certainly happen if the headmaster finds out about all this,” Miss Newcombe continued. She paused, then added: “But perhaps he does not have to find out. Perhaps nobody need ever know...”

  It took a moment for the meaning of her words to penetrate their numbed senses. Slowly their eyes focused on her with the first faint glimmerings of hope. She smiled back at them; a cool, calculating, masterful smile.

  “Well, would you like all this to remain our secret?”

 
“Y... yes... Miss Newcombe,” they stammered.

  “And what are you prepared to do to keep it that way?”

  “Anything... Miss.”

  “Really?” She stood before Jackson, examining him intently. “Will you obey me without question, Anthony?”

  “Yes, Miss.”

  Suddenly her hand shot out and clasped his genitals. He gulped in surprise and horror, but wisely resisted the urge to pull away from her touch. She squeezed his balls thoughtfully for a minute, as, to his blushing shame, his penis swelled and stood erect.

  Then abruptly she left him and moved along to Harris. Taking hold of him in the same fashion, she said: “Will you obey me without question, Martin...?”

  Soon there were five tumescent and horribly confused boys, wondering just what the consequence of their pledges would be. Miss Newcombe favoured them with a smile.

  “Very good. You will now shower and dress. I wish to talk to the girls alone. Wait outside until I call you. Quickly now!”

  The boys gathered their clothes and left the dormitory at a gallop. As the door banged behind them, Miss Newcombe moved over to Jemima’s bed and smiled down reassuringly at the apprehensive young girl.

  “Now, Jemima. I promise nothing bad’s going to happen to you. All I’d like you to do is answer a question honestly. Will you do that for me?”

  Wide-eyed, Jemima nodded.

  Miss Newcombe removed Jemima’s gag, then trailed her fingers over the upstanding cones of Jemima’s breasts, brushing the bruises round her nipples left by the boys’ clothes pegs. “Last night the boys tied you up, beat you and forced you to have sex several times using every orifice of your body. Did you enjoy yourself?”

  Jemima blinked. “I... yes, I did.”

  “Would you like to do that sort of thing again?”

  “Yes... please.”

  Miss Newcombe smiled. “Then we must see what we can do. Come to my cottage this afternoon and we’ll talk some more.”

  “Yes, Miss Newcombe.”

  Miss Newcombe patted her on the cheek, then turned to Sally, her manner becoming more severe as she removed her gag. “Well, Sally. What do you think the police would say if they knew what you’d been up to? Collusion with the escape of a prisoner from custody, involvement with the kidnapping of a bondslave. How many years servitude do you think you’d get for that?”

  Sally gave a resigned shrug as far as her bonds allowed. “I know, you warned me. But you’re going to say you might keep quiet if I volunteer to be your bondslave, right?”

  “I’m glad to see we understand each other. Well?”

  Sally’s mouth pinched defiantly. “Make me an offer!”

  Miss Newcombe raised an eyebrow. “You are hardly in a position to dictate terms, young lady.”

  “I said I might serve you if the money was right. I still got my pride. Go on, make me an offer.”

  Miss Newcombe looked at her searchingly for a moment, then reached inside a pocket and pulled out a copper coin. “A penny?”

  “Sold,” said Sally.

  Miss Newcombe smiled broadly. “It’s going to be such fun training you.” She reached forward and pushed the coin into Sally’s sticky cleft as far as it would go, making the girl gasp in surprise. “The boys can retrieve it later,” Miss Newcombe said. “They’ll enjoy that.”

  She turned to Sue, Amber and Melanie and looked at them thoughtfully. “As for you three... I think it’s time you went home.” She raised her voice: “You can come in now, boys.”

  Freshly washed and still pulling on their clothes, the boys piled into the room and quickly formed a line, waiting expectantly.

  “Jemima will be going home now,” she told them. “Release her and find her clothes. Kiss her goodbye and thank her for the pleasure she has given you. If you are good I may allow you to enjoy her again.” As the boys hurried to obey, Miss Newcombe added: “Sally has volunteered to be my bondslave. For the rest of the day you can secure her in the loft and use her as you like in between your work. You will bring her to my cottage this evening where we shall find some permanent quarters for her. Again, if you are good, I may allow you the continued use of her. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, Miss,” the boys chorused, hardly able to believe their ears.

  “Bring Susan’s bike and Melanie’s bag from the loft with you. Oh, before I forget, you’d better take out Amber’s bag and the other items you have hidden behind the panel over there.”

  Gosset exclaimed in a barely stifled whisper: “She knows everything!”

  “Yes, Nigel,” said Miss Newcombe gravely, “I think you can assume that I do.”

  Twenty minutes later Jemima had set off for home and Sally was secured in the loft. Melanie, Sue and Amber had been bound hand and foot, wrapped in blankets and carried by the boys to Miss Newcombe’s cottage by the school gates, along with Sue’s bike and the other items of the girls’ property. At Miss Newcombe’s direction, the girls were sat up in a row against the wall of her small but neat living room.

  Jackson looked at them uncertainly, then at Miss Newcombe.

  “What are you going to do with them?” he asked.

  “They will have to go away for a while. It’s for the best. One day I may explain why.”

  “Will we see them again?”

  Miss Newcombe looked thoughtful. “I think so. Now, you must be going.”

  As Miss Newcombe was showing them out, Jackson paused. Something was troubling him. “Can I just ask - why did you come back so early from Boxley?”

  Miss Newcombe raised her eyebrows. “Boxley? I’ve not been to Boxley. I never left the school grounds last night.”

  “But your patient...”

  Miss Newcombe smiled indulgently. “And what patient would this be, Anthony? Now back to the school with you all and have breakfast. Then start the next job on your list. I’ll be along to check on you later.”

  Their jaws dropped as comprehension dawned, and they walked away in silence; just beginning to realise what a very special lady the Matron of Cranborough House was.

  Miss Newcombe returned to the living room and stood with her hands resting on her hips in a business-like fashion, contemplating the three girls. With her toe she prodded their crossed and bound ankles until they pulled them in, splaying their thighs wider and so exposing the treasures of their clefts to her view.

  “Three pretty maids all in a row,” she mused aloud. “Well, I suppose I’d better get you back home.”

  The girls made such a protesting chorus of indignant grunts that Miss Newcombe tut-tutted and removed their gags.

  “Just like that!” Melanie exclaimed, forcing her dry, stretched lips to shape the words. “No explanations?”

  “Please tell us what’s going on,” said Sue.

  “You know all you need to for now,” Miss Newcombe said. “I will tell you more when the time is right.”

  “Hold on,” Amber insisted. “You’re from our version of England, right?”

  “Yes,” Miss Newcombe said patiently.

  “And you got here using a phallus?”

  “Yes.”

  “And using them again will get us back safely.”

  “You should return to your own world line - where, if you take my advice, you’ll say nothing about what happened here. Nobody would believe you anyway.”

  “Well I don’t know about these two,” Melanie said, “but there’ll be plenty of people looking for me by now. They’ll need some sort of explanation.”

  “Nobody is looking for you, PC Kingston,” Miss Newcombe said simply. “Your colleagues think you are with friends recovering from a touch of pneumonia brought on by too much running about Hoakam Woods in all weathers.”

  “What! Why do they think that?”

  “Bec
ause I, in the guise of a friend, told them so. There are several get-well cards waiting for you, by the way. Also a suitable doctor’s certificate - please don’t ask how it was obtained. However the deception could not have been played out much longer. I was so pleased the boys took you away from the Major when they did. The whole thing was very well planned, Amber. Congratulations.”

  Amber ignored the compliment. “You’ve done this sort of thing before, haven’t you?” she said.

  “I’ve told you quite enough for now,” Miss Newcombe said. “Time we were getting away.”

  “Wait!” Amber implored. “You couldn’t have known we’d all arrive as we did, yet you knew everything that was going on and managed to make it work out exactly as you wanted. How?”

  “I’ve had my eye on the boys for some time, for reasons I will not go into now. To keep abreast of their activities I planted miniature transmitting microphones in their dormitory, the old stables, the cricket pavilion and a few other places. The receiver, connected to a tape recorder, is upstairs. Common surveillance devices in our world, but unknown here. With them I was able to hear everything you and they said. I knew the boys were planning to take their revenge on Arabella and intended to use that to gain a measure of control over them. Your arrival was a surprise, but I adjusted my plans to suit. In fact, things have worked out better than expected.” She checked her watch. “Now we really must be going.”

  She rummaged amongst their possessions and brought out the three phalluses. “It was a clever idea to get Arabella to bring you Susan’s phallus as part of a ransom deal,” she said to Amber. “I was wondering how I would recover that one.”