Strictland Academy (20 page)

"The
headmaster notified Judge Jeremiah of her attempted escape.
 
He will inform her family that she was
accepted in a wealthy man's employ to learn house management.
 
In this manner, the family will not
expect funds, because she did not marry, and no investigation with be
conducted."

"Brilliant
plan!
 
And you said that these two
might come under the director's jurisdiction?
 
I thought the buyers preferred the girls
to be trained."

"Ordinarily,
they do.
 
But this one ... he likes
to break them down himself.
 
Although, I doubt he will succeed with either of these worthless
morsels."

“
Well,
we mustn't give up hope, Attendant,
”
the physician smiled.
 
"People can change, if given the right
motivation.
 
Now, if you'll place
them on the exam table, I can go about this unpleasant business."

“
No,
no, I don't think so, Doctor.
 
If
it's all right with you, we'd just as soon have them bend over and hold their
ankles.
 
That's good enough."

Attendant
Hazel delivered Molly a tremendous swat.
 
"Bend over, girl, and grab your toes.
 
Heaven help you if you let go."

The
doctor rolled his chair up to Molly's shapely, obscenely-displayed behind with
the plug in one hand and a tube of lube in the other, which he held up to the
Attendants to display his cooperation.
 
"I'm assuming that you prefer me to dispense with this?"

“
Yes,
definitely.
 
Make her suffer."

They
did not see the tiny bit of lube that he had applied to the tips of his
fingers, or that he smudged the same upon her tight bottom-hole right before
pressing the tip of the goodly-sized plug against her flower.
 
He made a grand display of twisting and
pushing as he began to work it in, trying to be as gentle as possible without
his audience taking notice.
 
Even
with the lube and the slow attempts, Molly kept falling forward, her protesting
cries increasingly distressed.
 
With
a huff, Attendant Hazel stood directly in front of her and tucked Molly's head
between her calves, as she braced Molly's shoulders against her sturdy
legs.
 
That gave the doctor the
leverage he needed to seat the thing within her in one tremendous push.

Molly
released a groan and began to keen wildly, the plug dragging against her
sensitive tissues as the flange painfully stretched her open.
 
Tears plummeted as the harness was
secured and locked in place with a small brass padlock.
 
The same procedure was applied to April,
who received the invader with endless squeaks, squeals, and yelps.
 
The only comfort each experienced was the
gentle pat to the bottom delivered by the old doctor and a look of pity in his
eyes.

Once
again, the two were tossed into their cells with a plate of cold food and a
bottle of water.
 
They were left
alone in the darkness with the reverberating, hollow sound of the heavy doors'
being locked behind them.
 
Sleep was
impossible, and the cold floor, agonizing pain from the public paddling, and
the uncomfortable placement of the plugs with their tight leather harnesses
eliminated the ability to sit.

Another
week passed, once again measured only by the number of bottles left for
them.
 
The only interaction
consisted of the daily removal and replacement of the plugs, and the occasional
silent evaluation by the doctor.
 
And then there was Director Borden ....

He
arrived every day right after the second meal.
 
He did not speak, simply gesturing for
each girl to prop herself on all-fours before him, bottom raised high in the
air.
 
He ran his hands softly across
the tortured flesh, pausing to run the side of his thumb over areas that had
formed calluses.
 
His touch was
gentle, soothing, and yet left terror in both of his young victims.
 
Every day, April sobbed relentlessly
after the door closed behind his back, begging God to just take away her misery
once and for all, and every day Molly spoke wishful promises to bring her
friend to a place of peace.
 
Then
the day arrived when Molly no longer heard April's pleas.
 
He had come one last time and taken her
with him.
 
There was no
goodbye.
 
She was simply gone.

With
the Director no longer monitoring her every movement, Attendant Hazel launched
on her personal mission to investigate the particulars of the escape.
 
No longer concerned about fallout, she
seized every opportunity to interrogate Molly with the assistance of the
paddle, cane, and her wrist strap.
 
Her efforts were useless, for Molly had fallen in a despondency that
blocked her from feeling anything.

Attendant
Hazel changed her tactics.
 
She had
Molly taken into a stark white room, cuffed to a chair, and ordered a prefect
to stand behind the girl to ensure that she would not look away.
 
Molly's mouth opened as she watched Evie
being hauled into the room, struggling against the iron grip of two large
girls.
 
The small brunette was
lifted upon the surface on an old table and flattened upon her back.
 
Her cries increased as her legs were
parted and her ankles tied to the table legs by one hefty girl, and her wrists
bound together and held over her by the other.
 
Molly slowly looked up, confusion etched
on her face.

Attendant
Hazel started out in a relaxed conversational tone, in lieu of her usual
shrewish yelling.
“
Well,
Petry, since you have insisted on being catatonic and showing no significant
concern for your own well-being, I have decided to try a different approach.
 
Since you seem to be so worried about
the fate of your fellow inmates, I contrived a plan that might just elicit your
cooperation.
”

Molly
stared blankly at her.

“
I
want to know exactly how you escaped and the names of anyone who was misguided
enough to assist you.
 
You have been
resistant, and I am out of patience."
 
The attendant's tone returned to its natural, guttural state.
 
"I want the answers to my questions
and I want them
now
!
”
 
She emphasized her point by smacking the
palm of her hand down upon the tender inside of Evie's thigh, causing her to
emit a high pitched squeak and more wriggling against her restraints.
 
Attendant Hazel then produced a leather
strap with long fringed tongues ending in tiny knots and ran it slowly across
Molly's cheeks, caressing her.

“
Do
you know what this is, Petry?"

“
No,
ma'am.
”
 
Molly's voice was hoarse and lacked any
inflection.

“
It's
a pussy whip."
 
Molly's eyes
grew wide as the reality of that item's purpose sank in.
 
"Yes, I can see that you're ahead
of me already.
 
I always knew you
could be smart about some things, Petry."

The
evil woman wandered casually over to Evie and brought the whip down on the
girl's privates in a sharp stroke.
 
Evie screamed as she arched her back, trying desperately to shift her
hips and avoid any more potential strikes.
 
Her effort was useless, and a second lash struck the exact same
place.
 
Evie howled, coughed, and
choked in response, begging mercy.
 
With an almost imperceptible nod of her head, one of the large girls
reached over and pulled Evie's nether lips apart.

“
Well,
Petry, should I continue, or are you going to tell me what I want to
know?"

Molly
hesitated.
 
She owed Evie no
allegiance or protection.
 
After
all, it was because of her that April was gone, Patricia and Dr. Wells likely
dead, and her own body a mass of numb bruises.
 
Her hesitation cost Evie another vicious
stroke.

“
Fine!
 
I'll tell you.
 
I'll tell you, but let her go
first."

Attendant
Hazel laughed unpleasantly.
 
"You are in no position to bargain, Petry,
”
she said, leaning her
hip against a nearby table.
 
"Either tell me what I want to know right now, or she gets twenty
strokes before I ask you again.
 
And
believe me, none of the directors will be seeing the damage done to this hidden
little spot."

“
It
was my idea.
 
I p
–
put a bit of paper
towel into the depression in the doorjamb that allows the lock on the door to
... well, lock.
 
That let me jimmy
the door open."

The
Attendant contemplated this information for a moment, then scolded,
“
You're ahead of
yourself.
 
How did you get the key
to Compton's training pants?"

“
I
stole it from LeClair while she was asleep."

“
Keep
going.
 
How did you get out of the
dormitory building?"

“
There's
a door at the end of the storage closet.
 
It was open."

This
revelation appeared to alarm Attendant Hazel.
 
She became quite agitated and sent one
of the prefects to investigate and report back to her.

“
How
did you know about this?"
 
Attendant Hazel went to stand near Evie and raised the whip
threateningly.

“
Leclair.
 
It was Leclair,
”
Molly confessed, while
meeting the woman in the eye.
 
"I have no reason or desire to protect that sadistic bitch and I hope
that you are capable of giving her everything she deserves!"

"Trust
me, I am more than capable."

"She
is also the one who was pleasuring April behind Attendant Angela's back."

"I
will be certain to relay that information.
 
Thank you."

Despite
the confession, Attendant Hazel brought the leather strands down upon Evie's
vulnerable privates.
 
Molly's
exclamation of outrage was almost as loud as the girl's screams.
 
"I told you want you wanted to
know!
 
You said you'd stop!
”

Attendant
Hazel sneered.
 
"I said nothing
of the sort, Petry.
 
If you'll
recall, I merely asked you if you wanted me to continue."
 
She turned to Molly with a thoughtful
look on her face.
 
"Unless
you'd like to take her place?"

“
Evie
is innocent!
 
She didn't have
anything at all to do with what we did and doesn't deserve to be
punished."
 
Tears that Molly
had been holding back overflowed down her face.

"No?
 
She betrayed you and your friends.
 
She wanted us to see her as a hero and
attempted to bargain favors from us in exchange for information.
 
She sung like a little bird when
Attendant Angela came after her."

"You
are pure evil," Molly hissed."
 
You know what?
 
Beat me!
 
I don't care.
 
Your hurting me will only give me more
reason to rejoice when your world is destroyed."

"My
world will never be destroyed.
 
By
you or anyone else."

Molly
glared at her, unafraid.
 
"We
will see about that.
 
All of this
will crumble around you and you will have nothing left but a pile of ashes and
an empty hole where your heart should be."

"You
are very brave for a person who can happen to get into an accident," the
graveled voice growled deeply.

Molly
knew she had stepped over the line, so she played on a hunch.
 
"We both know the Director was
interested in me and will be back any time.
 
We also both know that you will be the
one he will blame if anything happens to me.
 
I suspect he is even better than you
when it comes to making people disappear."

Molly
lifted her chin and walked to the door to be led back to her cell.
 
The Attendant, red-faced and angry,
simply waved her hand and dismissed her into the hold of the prefects.