Strictland Academy (12 page)

“
Show
us your bum!"
 
One girl tugged
her arm.

"I
really don't want to," Molly cringed.
 
"Besides, it
’
s
too dark in here."

 
"We get a stream of light through a crack
of the outside door.
 
Show us."

To
encourage her, several of the girls crept over to the locked door and lifted
the backs of their nightgowns to display their bruises.
 
Several murmurs resounded from around
the room.
 
Reluctantly, Molly
followed suit and slowly lifted the hem of her gown.
 
She heard nothing but stunned silence
for a long moment, and then whistles of apparent admiration.

“
Wow,
I can't believe you can still walk.
 
They lit into you with a vengeance, didn't they?" one girl said,
gently touching the inflamed area.

“
Several
times,
”
Molly answered,
ruefully, as she straightened and let her gown fall about her ankles.
 
"I can't think that April's butt is
any prettier, though."

“
April?"

“
Compton,
”
Molly corrected
herself.

“
The
one who peed herself in front of Attendant Hazel?"

“
Yes,
one of the other ... attendants took a real dislike to her.
”

“
Attendant
Angela?" came several knowing suggestions.

“
Yeah.
 
She said that Compton was trouble, but
she never did anything wrong."

A
small, shy girl who bunked near April spoke quietly and with an almost-eerie
calm, as if she had personal experience of the situation she was speaking
about.
 
"I'm Evie.
 
She always does that.
 
She picks the smallest of us and makes
their life even more of a hell than it already is here.
 
Her punishments are only part of what
she does.
 
She lays claim to them
and tries to block the observers from showing interest.
 
I haven
’
t been picked up
because she claimed I was infected with herpes."

“
Is
being sold to one of those men any better than being here?
”
Molly asked, glancing
up at the dark room.

“
We
ask ourselves that question on a daily basis.
 
None of us have come up with an answer
yet.
”

Molly
looked around in the shadows, able to detect the nodding of several heads.
 
Fear seized her heart, wondering what
else Attendant Angela might do to April.
 
She didn't think she wanted to know.

"So
you think that these observers as demented as the rest of this place?"

"I
hate to think of it, but they are probably worse.
 
They are not here to save us; they are
here to find a body that they can use for their own sick pleasure.
 
It is a different kind of hell,"
LeClair sighed.

“
So
what's your sordid story?
 
How'd you
end up here?" Evie asked.

Molly
shrugged.
 
"I'm not really
sure.
 
I guess it started when my
mother felt I had failed her by not being placed on the early marriage listing.
Bradley, this man I was secretly seeing, and I were fed up with the stupid laws
and planned to run away. An acquaintance of mine slipped a bracelet into my
pocket from a junk store.
 
We both
got arrested for that and I was given extra charges for flipping off a camera
and telling the viewer to fuck himself.
 
I later found out that the rat bastard had been issued a permit and was
Selected by a rich woman because he had a pretty face. I have no idea what
happened to her."

"Was
she pretty?"

"No.
 
Not really."

"Then
she has a better chance of survival than you do.
 
They probably sent her to the state pen
for a while, lucky bitch."

"That
place is a death trap!
 
How could
you imply she is lucky?"

"You
poor, naive little girl."
 
LeClair patted Molly's arm.
 
"It is all a game ... a giant lie.
 
Those articles about the pen are mostly
fake.
 
They show them to you to
scare you into this fucking hellhole.
 
If Judge Jeremiah sees a price tag on your head, he will use whatever
pull he has to get you here.
 
He has
money, power, and no conscience.
 
That is a dangerous combination."

Molly
tried to hold back her panic.
 
"How come none of your families have challenged him?
 
Don't you think they would have demanded
to visit you or something?"

"They
were blackmailed into silence, just like the former inmates.
 
Every girl here has a bunch of younger
siblings, right?" LeClair asked around the room.
 
"None of us have fathers and all
the mothers are low income and dependent upon crappy jobs to take care of their
homes and kids, right?"
 
More
nods.
 
"He threatens their
jobs, their homes and their families.
 
And if that way doesn't work, he threatens your life.
 
If they don't agree to allow you to come
here and to sign off all legal rights to see you, then he can no longer assure
them of your safety."

“
I
don't understand.
 
When do I get to
call my mother?" Molly asked quietly. "We were told that we get to
call home every Sunday!"

This
statement sent a titter of laughter amongst the girls.
 
“
The only thing that happens on Sunday is you are free
to heal from your beatings, study and get a dessert.
 
Didn't you hear what I said?
 
Your mother gave up all rights to you,
Petry," LeClair said, bitterly.
 
"That means that you don't get to call home.
 
Ever.
 
Not on your birthday, not on your Mom's
birthday, not on Thanksgiving, not on Christmas.
 
You don't call them; they don't call
you.
 
And you can write to them all
you want, but I know for a fact that they burn any letters we send.
 
I was on trash duty once, and I took out
bags of them.
 
And no letters come
for us.
 
Our families are warned
that if they break the non-contact rule, they will be viewed as interfering
with just process and be fined ten times the tuition.
 
I don't know anyone of our families who
could afford that.
 
Judge Jeremiah
made sure of that."

"That
asshole!" Molly growled.

"That
he is.
 
Now let's get some
sleep.
 
It isn't good for me to be a
bitch to you if I am really cranky," LeClair announced.

Three
more grueling days passed, each one more torturous to Molly's mind, body, and
spirit.
 
She had seen little of
April during that time
—
and no sign of Patricia.
 
She
collapsed on her bunk, exhausted and sore, only to find herself being awakened
in the middle of the night by the sound of someone stirring several beds
over.
 
Curiosity took over, and she
crept to April's area to investigate the commotion.

Her
jaw slacked open as she witnessed the activity that drew the interest of the
small crowd of onlookers.
 
Instead
of being bound by the usual cuffs and chains, April's wrists had simply been
secured by a fellow inmate.
 
She had
been pulled down to the foot of the mattress with her hips on the edge, ankles
lifted high in the air with her legs held wide up apart by two more eager
girls.

LeClair,
the prefect who held the key to the padlock on April's rubber pants, sat on a
short stool at the foot of the bed.
 
She was gleefully removing April's diapers, as one would unwrap a
special gift.
 
After running her
fingers delicately across the squirming girl's slit, the prefect lowered her
head to April's exposed cunny and latched her lips quite enthusiastically onto
April's soft, pink clit.
 
The tiny
girl squealed out her protests, receiving more attention in return.
 
The prefect kissed her slowly and with
gentleness, much unlike the painful pleasure she had been forced to endure
under the doctor
’
s
fingers.
 
LeClair's tongue and lips
replayed that naughty, titillating scene before her eyes, and Molly, like the
other observers, could not find it within herself to tear her gaze away from
the motion of the girl
’
s
mouth or the arching of April's back.

“
Was
she dry, LeClair?" someone in the crowd asked.

“
Yes,
but she won't be when I get through with her.
 
She is liking this; aren't you
sweetness?
 
This is so much better
than what that nasty old doctor did to you, isn't it?
 
Oh, don't be embarrassed.
 
We all have had his fingers shoved up
our twats."

"Don't
be so crude, LeClair,
”
someone laughed,
“
She
is definitely a pretty one, though."

"That
she is.
 
Beautiful, soft little
pussy.
 
And so sweet.
 
Mmmm ..."

After
several minutes of April's writhing against LeClair's talented mouth, the
prefect held up her index and middle fingers.
 
"Time to see just how many men have
been where I'm going now, girls."

"No!
 
Please!
 
I've never ..." April begged.

"Never?
 
Are you telling me that you have never
had a cock in this lovely little flower?
 
Oh my!" LeClair chuckled, slowly suckling on her own fingers before
gently inserting them between April's widely spread legs.
 
April squawked as she was carefully
penetrated, her cries turning to groans as LeClair again began lavishing her
clit with kisses and flicks of her tongue, while several other girls tickled
and nipped gently upon her petite breasts.

"I
love feeling this resistance.
 
She's
very tight, ladies.
 
Much tighter
than I would have thought she would be.
 
And strong.
 
She's gonna snap
my fingers off at the knuckles.
 
Easy with your teeth on those titties.
 
Be gentle with her.
 
I don't want this one to get away from
me anytime soon."

Everyone
laughed, and LeClair let out a satisfied sigh, when she said,
“
In to the hilt,
girls."

“
To
the hilt,
”
a
whispered chorus repeated.

LeClair's
fingers began to thrust in and out of the immobilized girl, moving slowly as
they were pulled all the way out and then pushed all the way back in
again.
 
LeClair's twisting and
turning of her fingers provided her victim with delightful sensation to every
nerve ending inside of her body.
 
April's breath rattled as the prefect again settled a warm, hot mouth
back over her clit and tugged it from its hiding spot as the big fingers within
her continued to make love to her pussy.

Molly
watched in numb amazement as April's control quickly slipped away.
 
The tiny girl raised her hips as the
prefect's lips sealed themselves over her plump pubes and a warm, flat tongue
surrounded the most sensitive bundle of nerves on her body.
 
She arched her back to a distorted
angle, encouraging deeper penetration of the prefect's fingers, and released a
loud cry as she was brought to a shattering climax.
 
Molly stared at April's face as the
storm broke like a typhoon within her, leveling what little was left of April's
self-esteem and taking all ability to reason with it.
 
The girl's euphoric expression was free
of agony, and Molly felt a bit of envy as she wished for the same, temporary
reprieve.

LeClair
slowly withdrew her fingers from April's spent body and licked them clean.
 
"From now on, you just lie back and
enjoy what I'm going to do to you every single time I get a chance, little
girl,
”
she whispered.
 
"You are mine, Compton.
 
Welcome to Strictland."