Lyceum Alpinum [MC, cg, l]

[collared_kitten75]

I am thankful at least to have the hood removed. Still, I don't get a good look at the woman addressingme from the shade. Did I catch her name? No, not really. She just called herself "Ma'am."

My thoughts are interrupted as a calloused masculine hand wraps itself tightly around my right arm and starts to drag me still chained toward an ominous brick and stone building. "Ow, ow, ouch," I cry as I am walked over more of the sharp gravel." When my feet finally hit damp grass, "I cry what the fuck are you doing with me? Where the fuck am I?"

The man doesn't so much answer me, but he does offer something, advice maybe. "Hush girl, mind your manners, behave, do what Ma'am tells you, and you'll do okay here." With that he opens a wooden cellar door and leads me down a set of smooth stone steps.

My mind races wildly. 'Shit, they're going to lock me in a cellar,' I think, and sure enough he does. Peter reaches down and locks another length of chain to teh one conecting my ankles. I can see with his flashlingt that it runs to a metal plate fixed into the stone floor. "Shit," I mutter. Peter turns his flashlight up so I can see his crooked grin. He's enjoying this.

With a "good night miss," Peter disappears up the steps along with his flashlight, and closes the cellar door, leaving me alone, chained in the darkness.

[MissConfused]

It is late the next morning when we arrive at the boarding school.
Adam places my luggage on the front stairs and drives off as some powerful looking woman approaches me. I expect her to talk in a heavy tone to go with her looks but she speaks in a soft but commanding manner.

“You will address me as Ma’am and nothing else.”
Some guy picks up my luggage and starts inside with it but he only takes it to a closet downstairs and locks the door.
“What are they doing with my luggage? Don’t they know I need my clothes?” Oh well I will play their game for now.

Ma’am shows me upstairs to my room. It isn’t a room, it looks like a closet with a cot in it. The cot takes up half the space in the room.

Ma’am instructs me to strip off my clothing. “NO WAY!” I snap at her but before I know it she has stepped outside and some giant man has come into my room.
He strips off my clothes while she watches from the doorway.

“Wait till I tell my dad about this!” I yell at her.
I fight the giant with all my strength but it is useless. “Is he going to rape me?”
Instead he places shackles on me and chains each of my wrists and each of my ankles so that I am trapped in a spread eagle position naked on my back.

The giant steps out of the room and Ma’am enters again. “You WILL follow all commands given to you, is that understood?”
I start to yell “fuck you” at her but before I can get the first word out of my mouth she slaps my pussy HARD with a riding crop.
I can’t speak, all I do is yell. She spanks me three more times. By now I am crying uncontrollably. My pussy is throbbing with pain.
I think she is done but she slaps each of my nipples hard three times with the crop.

I am crying so hard now that I can not see through my tears.
The hitting stops and after some time I realize I am alone in my room with the door open.
Several women walking by look into my room. They seem to have a look of pity on their face’s

What kind of boarding school is this?
Why did daddy put me here…

[lucy]

Pheeww! What a day! And it's only noon. First we don't have any new pupils for about a month and then we get two in less than twelve hours. And not just two easy ones, no, it has to be two royal bitches. That Michelle and..., hmmm, what was the name of the other one again? they are going to be tough ones. After all those years I know trouble when I see it. Those two smell like trouble about a mile upwind.

I went to check on the blonde one in the basement early in the morning, brought her breakfast, and a decent one too. Coffee, bread, butter, jam.
"I want cornflakes and yoghurt and pancakes" she cried, after having me called names for the better part of five minutes. I just looked at her, shaking my head. Then, when she threw the tray with the breakfast to the floor, I caned her. She didn't see it coming, which made it just more painful. She crawled on the floor, trying to protect herself. To no avail, of course. Ten strokes, not even very hard ones, and she was a sobbing heap on the floor, begging me to stop.
But she'll be back. After a couple of hours they start to forget the pain, take up the fight again. But we have time, lots of time.
"I told you, sweetie: There are two ways to learn the lesson you will learn here. Tough or easy. It's your decision. Personally I don't care either way."

The other girl is probably even worse. Michelle. An uppity bitch right out of the book, already closing in on her 30th birthday. If she hasn't learned the basics by now, she will have a hard time at this age. She too is asking for a beating and gets it. I leave her alone, fetch a skirt and a blouse and return not much later.
"To wear clothes is a privilege you have to earn in this school. Get on your knees and apologize for your behaviour and I might think about giving you that privilege."

[calasiangirl]

I have enjoyed my romance with Gerald, the wealthy businessman, but need to end it because I see we are really not meant for each other. He has taken me to many fancy restaraunts, great parties and so on, but I don't want to continue to see him. I also miss my home in the USA and wants to return back to the USA soon.

So I put on a red summer dress and heels, and call a cab and go his mansion in the hills. He seems to take it well. After I finish, he calls on intercom for his driver to take me back to my room. He mentions that it is code 7 request on intercom. He explains to me that is just a code that means to stop what you are doing and come immediately. The driver arrives seconds later along with two of the security guards. The guards quickly grab my arms and cuff my wrists behind me. "What's going on?" I ask alarmed. Gerald looks at me, "Well my little American bitch, you used me and now want to be done with me. But I have other plans for you...you are going back to your room but it is not your hotel room." Before I could reply a ball gag with chin strap is shoved into my mouth and fastened in place. I look at Gerald wide eyed. He looked sternly at me, "Take her to the same place you took the last gold digging bitch." I am quickly pushed out of the room and down the hallway and into the back seat of a waiting car. The security guards get in on eitehr side of me , and then the driver gets in and we drive off. I have no idea where they are taking me to!!!

[collared_kitten75]

I lie on the cold stone floor of the cellar whimpering for god knows how long. My back and thighs flame with pain. 'What did I do to deserve this, to deserve to be locked in a cellar, chained like an animal, beaten like something less than an animal?'

When I have cried myself out, I shift around trying to find a more comfortable position. There really isn't one, so I choose to stand. I pace around the cellar, trying to take stock of my surroundings. Unfortunately it is dark as pitch, and I can see nothing. Likewise, the chain tethering me to the floor keeps me from being able to reach any of the walls.

I am so thirsty, but my bladder is starting to fill too. I squat and piss. Fortunately my urine runs away from me, probably toward some sort of drain. Still, I can't help bu accidentally step in it. "Gross," I mutter aloud, "fucking gross."

Suddenly, the cellar floods with light, and the woman returns. She just kind of stares at me. I'm not sure what her game is, but I know that I do not want another caning. Finally, I speak, "excuse me Ma'am, but I think I can, ah, eat decently now."

(OOC Character's name is Cantrelle Farthing. You should have that courtesy of her parents)

[lucy]

„Do you?“ I look at her, then at the floor. „First you have to clean that mess, though. Mel, bring a bucket and a rag.“ The girl hurries while I unshackle Cantrelle. She tries to have a go at me and a second later the bitch lies writhing on the floor, once again emptying her bladder. My line of work has become much easier since the invention of tasers, there's no denying that. But the peeing is just disgusting.
„So much for eating decently.“ When she's regaining consciousness again, we walk her to the cleaning room. Neatly tiled from floor to ceiling, with a drain in the middle of it. Enough rings set in the ceiling and the walls to chain a dozen girls at one time. We shackle her wrists to two of the rings in the ceiling, her ankles wide apart on the floor. Just for good measure I pull her up with a lever set in the wall until she's on the tip of her toes.
She's staring at me with horror. Good. Perfect, even. Although, I prefer when the girls love me, fear is almost as good. I grab a hose and start to shower her with icecold water. Mel knows her job and scrubs her with a large, rough brush. She's a good girl, docile, obedient, hardworking, almost ready to be sold. She will go at a good price and do our school much honor. Of course she doesn't know that she will auctoned off.
By now Cantrelle has regained full consciousness again and is struggling against her restraints. I approach her, the special hose in my hand. It's perfectly suited to wash orifices. „Relax, sweetie, or it will hurt“ I say soothingly, knowing well enough that no girl is capable to relax in that situation. She is no exception to the rule. She wiggles and wriggles, trying to avoid the inevitable. Ahh, I feel myself getting wet, there's nothing more beautiful than a girl struggling.
I rinse her vagina thoroughly, then her butt, the cold water running down her legs.
„You're still walking down the wrong road, sweetie. Hard or easy, pain or pleasure. It's your choice.“
She doesn't answer, just stares at me.
I turn towards Mel. „Feed her and give her something to drink, but let her stay like that until I return.“

With that I leave her to dry and think.

[collared_kitten75]

The scrub brush returns my caning to the forefront of my mind, as its cruel bristles bite at the welts that still crisscross my back and thighs. I sob as Ma'am and the other girl continue at their work.

I was then taken quite by surprise as I felt a nozzle enter my vagina, letting warm water flow into me. I should not have been surprised, yet I was, when the nozzle was moved to my anus. Again, warm water flowed through me, this time filling my abdomen. How to describe the sensation. It hurt, but it was not a sharp pain like the cane or the brush, more a sense of fullness that I could not be rid off...at least until the nozzle was removed, and the water, mixed with shit ran down my legs toward the drain below. I must admit, I was quite thankful when that residual waste too was washed from me.

My heart lightens at the mention of food and drink. I am of course disappointed to find that it includes little more than a few sips from a water bottle, a dry nutritional bar of some sort, and a vitamin, all taken while I stand there, still chained, raised upon my toes.

As the hours pass after my shower and meal, the burning in my toes and calves continues to rise. I am left to wonder only when Ma'am will return.