Strictland Academy (16 page)

"Don't
let him fool you," April growled.
 
"He is as bad as the others.
 
He was supposed to get me in his office to talk, so I could tell him
what was really happening here, and he didn't.
 
And he lets that old pervert fondle me
every day I have to go in for that damned enema."

"No,
he isn't like them!
 
He is good and
decent, and he hates what is happening here.
 
He only does what he has to in order to
keep them from being suspicious.
 
They put a brake on everything he does, and it is their fault that he
isn't being allowed to talk to anyone privately.
 
He is as stuck as we are, too!
 
He has no phone, no vehicle, and can't
leave without a pass.
 
Guess who
gives passes to the staff!"

"Attendant
Angela," both April and Molly groaned.

"He
is going to help us.
 
We have to
trust him," Patricia begged.

“
Okay,
so you have a massive crush on the doctor, but the fact is, he is one of
them.
 
And he is powerless to help
us, even if he really wanted to.
 
Listen," Molly whispered, "I'm not going to spend any more
time than I absolutely have to in this wretched place.
 
I don't care what they do to me if I get
caught.
 
Even jail has to be better
than this, and I found out that those articles about the prison are mostly
fake.
 
They were printed for us to
read and used to force us in this direction.
 
I am going to be watching for my chance,
and then I am leaving.
 
I'd like to
bring the two of you with me, if you're game."

"I
would walk over hot coals to get out of this place.
 
The longer they keep me like this,"
she gestured to the diaper, "the more I will lose real control of
myself.
 
It is already becoming too
easy not to have to wait.
 
I am also
getting the feeling that one of those guys," she glanced up at the
observation room, "is interested in me.
 
If he gets off seeing me like this, I am
screwed for the rest of my life.
 
I'm in."

Patricia
was the least enthusiastic, citing what terrible trouble they'd be in if they
were caught, and again emphasizing how her savior would swoop down and find a
way out.
 
Even if he could just get
word to her mother, he would do something.
 
She shifted on a newly-healed bottom, still afraid to bear any weight
upon it.

 
“
I don't think I can, girls,
”
Patricia said,
tearfully.
 
"I'm sorry."

"You
realize that they might punish you if they think you know anything."

Patricia
looked at the clenched fingers in her lap.
 
She clenched her fist into a tight ball, pressing her nails deep into
the palm.
 
"I know they might.
 
But that would be better than if I'm
caught.
 
I'll just wait here until
my parents come for me."

Molly
frowned at just how delusional she sounded, clinging to something
impossible.
 
“
Patricia, they aren't
coming.
 
They can't.
 
They were conned into abandoning all of
us.
 
I know you don't want to
believe it, but this place is a front for human trafficking.
 
They sell us to the highest bidders and
buy our families silence with monetary payoffs."

"It
can't be.
 
That's impossible.
 
Dr. Wells would never ..."

"I
don't think he knows yet, and we have not had the chance to tell him.
 
He couldn't do anything, anyway,"
Molly said, calmly.
 
"You won't
say anything, will you?"

Patricia
shook her head solemnly.
 
"Oh
no, of course not.
 
On my honor!
”
she gestured, crossing
her heart.

"Very
well.
 
Just be careful.
 
April, it's just you and me.
 
We will be free very soon.
 
I promise."

The
days following her release from Dr. Wells' care became a recurring nightmare
for Patricia.
 
Resentment from the
girls already ran deep, and she was shunned from all activities and after-hour
conversations.
 
The attendants
sought any opportunity to impart 'firm discipline' to Patricia, reminding her
that this break was temporary, and that the simpering doctor could not save her
from the wrath of the attendants forever.
 
She had lost count of how many times she was hand spanked, strapped with
a short tawse, paddled with a leather slipper, or how many combinations of all
three.

When
she tenderly sat down on her raw mass of flesh at dinner, LeClair caught her
yelp of pain and immediately hauled her over a raised knee, supported by her
foot on the bench.
 
The inmates
animosity towards Patricia was blatant for, as soon as her behind was bared and
LeClair began striping it with her leather wrist strap, loud chants and cheers
arose and demanding more intensity.

The
Attendants did nothing to stop the beating, chuckling and making comments of
the girl finally getting her 'just desserts.'
 
LeClair laid ten cutting slices into a
bottom that was already in a very sorry state, stopping only when a slight
bluish tinge arose.
 
She tugged
Patricia to stand, hiking the slender girl's dress high enough to permit her
bottom to directly contact the seat.
 
The sobbing young woman was pressed firmly onto the bench before her
plate, her shoulders held down by big, work-roughened hands.
 
Patricia's eyes widened as her flesh
touched a piece of material that had dried rice glued to it.
 
The hard grains bit painfully into her
sensitized flesh, and any shifting in her seat caused a sensation of scraping.

“
Something
wrong, there, Franklin?" Leclair asked, solicitously.
 
"Where is your savior now?"

Patricia
mutely stared at her plate, her stomach in an uproar.

Still,
she refused Molly's repeated invitation to escape, trusting that Dr. Wells
would rescue her.
 
He promised!

***

The
upcoming visit with the State inspection team provided the inmates much-needed
time to recover from any severe bruises, put on some weight, and have some of
the lost expression removed from their eyes.
 
Headmaster Judas declared that all
punishments were to be by hand or beveled leather, so no significant bruising would
be evident.
 
Double portions of food
were given, and chores were focused on cleaning and 'whitewashing' the dingy
interior of the facility.
 
Much
grumbling also came from the attendants, as an influx of workers disturbed
their discipline routines while installing State-required fire alarms and
automatic dispatch units.

The
attendants practiced demure phrases with the girls, posture and gestures, such
as classic curtsying and head-bobbing.
 
Molly shook her head, watching as Strictland was temporary transformed
into the proper finishing school environment originally promised by the
judge.
 
The hope that the State
could see the place for what it really was slowly dissipated.
 
The disguise was too perfect and the
script flawless.
 
She did find it
interesting that the observing rooms continued to hold faceless viewers,
especially when April was involved.
 
She began to worry for her friend's future, agreeing with April's
suspicions that she was being targeted by one of the creeps in the booth above.

Molly
planned to make her escape the day the State arrived, when all the attendants
would be as nervous as long-tailed cats in a room full of rocking chairs.
 
She felt certain that there would be no
observers during the inspection and that more time would be given to the girls
for use of the facilities.
 
In the
meantime, she took full advantage of the extra free time they had been given to
rest, making a habit of leaning against a wall and pretending to read.
 
When asked, she explained she could
concentrate better when standing, since her bottom still carried deep bruises
and that the area she chose had the best lighting.
 
Certain that she was not being watched,
she absently fiddled with the dormitory door lock and determined that a small
piece of paper would effectively keep it from fully catching.
 
A glance through the supply room door
during the evening bathroom breaks confirmed that it was, indeed, kept
open.
 
That would be her portal to
freedom!

***

The
knowledge of the upcoming inspection did nothing to dissuade Attendant Angela
from hunting down April.
 
She always
managed to arrive when the girl was to be punished for either an actual or
presumed transgression, and would pop out of the woodwork without warning.
 
When viewers were present, she would
loudly announce that no one other than herself was capable of providing what
April obviously needed.
 
By this
time, the wrinkled woman had succeeded in producing so much fear in the tiny
girl that every time April saw her, she dissolved into tears without having
been touched. To worsen matters, the Attendant had started to point out that
April was being watched while being punished, changed, and sexually
stimulated.
 
This brought the young
woman to a place of absolute humiliation, shame, and dejection.

The
day prior to the State's inspection, April had spent her entire lunchtime in
the corner, wearing a sign on her back that read 'Baby'.
 
She was naked from the waist down, with
both her diaper and her rubber pants at her ankles, effectively tying them
together, while her bound arms were folded behind her.
 
Any prefect who walked by was required
to give her five smacks with their hand, the sole purpose being to keep her
bottom (and face) warm and red.
 
April tried to dance away from them, but the rubber around her feet prevented
it, so she ended up fidgeting like a little child who needed to go to the
bathroom.
 
Little outbreaks of
titters were heard every time she got a smack across her backside, and her
embarrassment grew geometrically.
 
All because it had been her enema day, and Attendant Angela wished to
remind her of the reason for her humiliation.

One
more day, she silently chanted.
 
One
more day of that old bitch's attentions and I will be free of her and this
place forever!
 
I can make it
through one more night.
 
I have to
…
.

That
evening, Attendant Angela was right on time.
 
Just as the first girls began shuffling
into the lavatory, the old woman's face loomed over April, and she began the
ritual that started the moment April had been marked as her target. Determined
to win the battle of wills, April willed herself to give into the moment and
not resist anything that was being done to her.
 
She even offered an encouraging smile,
inviting the molestation.
 
April
stole the attendant
’
s
thunder by relinquishing control and allowing her body to respond with a very
fast, and very intense, climax.

Attendant
Angela was livid.
 
"Slut!
LeClair, help me turn this wicked child over and give her a taste of the
righteous judgment of whores upon her flesh!
 
Someone fetch me a belt!
”

"The
State, ma'am," LeClair said cautiously.

"They
will not have reason to look at this one's bum.
 
Trust me.
 
I have had it with her and her
insolence.
 
She will not make a
mockery of me any longer!"

While
still in the throes of pure euphoria, April was flipped onto her stomach, her
garments yanked down to her ankles.
 
Her limbs were held down by other young women, while Attendant Angela
lectured in a towering voice about how her lust would surely land her in the
pits of hell and how she despaired of ever being able to turn
“
this one
”
towards the Path of
Righteousness.
 
All while the belt
rose and fell in a terrible rhythm that had April nearly fainting one moment
and screaming the next.
 
Only a loud
tap on the viewing window above caused the attendant to cease the angry
lashing.
 
A man stood, his
silhouette dark, and he waved his finger to stop.