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The Morrison Academy- Part 2
1. Tuesday Morning 2 a.m.
Patricia Donati lay on her bunk at the Morrison Academy. The barracks
were dark and silent except for the occasional sounds of the other
girls as they turned in their sleep. The beautiful 21 year old brunette
tossed and turned , her head filled with memories of the last two days
since her arrival at the Academy.
How could she have been sent to such a terrible place? What kind of
people took pleasure in doing these kinds of things to young women.?
Despite her best efforts, the shameful memories flooded back.
On the first day, she remembered having been taken to headmistress
Jackson's office. She still remembered how she had stood dumbfounded
when she had been ordered to strip naked right there in the office,
with two male guards watching! The blood had flooded to her head, and a
ringing had filled her ears as she had begged headmistress Jackson not
to make her undress in front of the men. The headmistress had responded
by slapping her across the face.
In tears, Patricia had managed to strip down to her bra and panties,
much to the male guards leering delight. When it came time to make
herself completely naked though, she had burst into sobs, unable to
continue.
That was when they had played her that terrible video. It showed a
pretty red headed girl of about twenty who had refused to strip in the
same office. The two male guards had seized the girl, and held her arms
behind her back . Ms Jackson ripped her blouse open. The guards then
pulled it back off her shoulders. Ms Jackson then clipped the girl's
bra with a scissors, and her pale white breasts had flopped out into
view, thrust forward prominently. Then came the most terrible part,
the part that made Patricia cringe. Ms Jackson had taken a leather
strap and smacked it hard against the girls exposed breast. A scream of
pain shattered the silence as an angry red welt formed on the pale
white flesh. Ten times this was repeated, The girls screams were
horrible, and by the end she was begging and pleading, promising to do
anything just to make the pain stop. The video ended with the guards
releasing the hysterical girl, who proceeded to rub her red, and very
sore breasts. The last image was of the girl beginning to unbuckle her
jeans and pull them down...
"Now unless those pretty little boobs of yours want to meet the strap
young lady, I suggest that your bra and panties join that little pile
of clothes on the floor behind you. NOW!! Ms. Jackson's loud voice
shocked the stunned Patricia back to the present.
This was the most humiliating moment of her young life, but she
couldn't let them do that to her breasts. With a red face, she reached
behind her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts popped out, and the bra
joined the pile on the floor. She tried to shield her breasts with her
hands so the guards couldn't see. She tried to imagine that this wasn't
really happening to her, That it was someone else who was about to pull
down her panties and be naked in front of these three pitiless
disciplinarians. She grabbed the waist band of her panties and looked
at them with pleading eyes, but it was no use. She thought that if she
did it quickly it would be easier. It wasn't. She pulled down her
panties and almost fell trying to step out of them. The guards laughed.
"Well, what a pretty little girl you are Patricia" Ms. Jackson said.
circling her.
She reached down and picked up the girl's panties. There was a slight
discoloration near the anal area. Patricia thought she would die of
shame when the headmistress showed it to the guards. She held the
panties right under Patricia's nose.
"Young lady, I'll have you know that hygiene is a top priority here at
the Academy." She said sternly. "This type of transgression will not be
tolerated. I certainly hope that we're not going to have to teach you
how to wipe yourself properly."
She was then made to bend over the desk for a "Hygiene inspection".
Patricia began sobbing anew when one of the male guards grasped her
buttocks and pulled them wide apart with his thumbs. She wished she
could die. He was looking right at her anus!
"Well, she looks pretty clean back here" the guard said mockingly. "But
give me a handi-wipe anyway" he said " always better to be on the safe
side".
Patricia heard the cabinet open, and in a moment, she felt a cold
wetness between her cheeks. To her shame, she realized she was being
wiped just like a little child, by a man! This was the worst day of her
life.
She was then allowed to get up. She had to stand at attention as the
institute policy was read. Then she was issued her "uniform", a pair of
plain white cotton panties with a big blue letter "M" on the back, and
a smaller one in the front. This would be her only clothing for the
duration of her stay.......
2. Thursday 1 p.m. Obedience class
Headmistress Jackson walked swiftly down the hall toward classroom 411.
She was about to try out a very special machine on three of her
students. It was the brand new $20,000 "Enemator". This machine made
the process of giving enemas to errant young women so much easier and
neater. It had a variety of capabilities, but the main feature was a
system by which a girl could be given a big soapy enema, filled to
capacity, and then a vacuum switch would automatically turn on and
suck the solution right out of her. This process could be repeated,
somewhat like a washing machine. In addition to being a useful
punishment tool, this ensured that all the girls public expulsions
would be crystal clear. After all, it was so much more pleasing to the
eye.
The girls waited in terror in the classroom, clad only in their
ridiculous "M" panties. Patricia, Tammy Jenkins ( the redhead from the
video), and Natalie Jones, a lovely, suntanned blonde.The Enemator
stood menacingly in the corner of the room, an ominous creature of
bright steel and tubing.
Ms. Jackson had invited three men from the company that made the
Enemator to witness it's first use. The men met her in the hall outside
the classroom. This would be a treat! She shook the men's hands, and
welcomed them to the Academy. They then proceeded into the classroom to
meet the three girls.
The men couldn't believe their eyes. Standing with their arms locked
behind their heads were three beautiful young women.
"Well ladies, don't just stand there. Say hello to our visitors" Ms.
Jackson said sharply.
"Good afternoon Sirs," the girls answered in a soft unison.
Headmistress Jackson then made them remove their panties one by one.
Their was a huge medical table, big enough for all three girls, on the
opposite side of the room. The girls were made to bend over it and
spread their legs. It was quite a sight, but nothing compared to what
was next.
"Alright Ladies,: she continued. "On the count of three You will reach
back and pull your buttocks apart just as far as you can.
One ....Two......Three......"
It was a beautiful sight. Three pairs of hands reaching pack in perfect
symmetry to awkwardly grab their full buttocks. Three pairs of cheeks
slowly opening wide to reveal three young and tender anuses, just ready
for discipline.
"Do you like what you see gentlemen" Ms. Jackson queried.
The men adjusted their trousers. The girls heard the dreaded snap of
the rubber glove and the jar of lubricant being opened. One by one she
lubricated the girls. She made a point of thrusting her finger deep
into their rectums. It really showed these girls who was the boss. She
noticed how the appearance of each girls anus varied according to her
hair color and complexion. All the girls intimate areas were
photographed upon admission, and she had taken her favorite girls' anal
pictures and had them enlarged and made into a collage that hung on her
office wall where these subtleties could be fully appreciated.
But now it was time to begin the "anal flexibility" exercises. The
girls were made to hop up on the table. They were each given a long
white dildoe with a black line painted near the base. The girls knew
the humiliating routine all too well.
"O.K. girls, positions" Ms Jackson said.
The girls reached back to touch the tips of the dildoes to their
anuses. They looked like three little missiles waiting to take off.
"And....." In....two......three......Out.........two.....three........"
Ms Jackson slowly intoned.
It was incredible. On the in counts the girls inserted the dildoes deep
into their rectums, right to the black line, and on the out counts they
pulled them back out again. The men could clearly see their anuses
stretching around the intruders as the girls sodomized themselves
obscenely. Ms. Jackson looked like she was conducting an orchestra, as
she speeded up to a frantic pace, the girls moving in perfect unison.
For a final humiliation, she reached underneath each girl, found her
vagina, and brought each one to an unwilling orgasm with her skilled
fingers. When it was all over, the girls had to wash off there dildoes
in the sink. , then place them back into the cabinet.
Now it was time to see the Enemator in action. The girls were told to
lie down on the table on their stomachs. The men wheeled the machine
over.
"Gentlemen," Ms. Jackson said, "I'll let you handle the nozzle
insertion. I know you'll enjoy your job"
The girls' stomachs sank. The men would be placing the nozzles into
their rectums! The thee men each grabbed a hose, chose a girl, and put
the large nozzles into the girls bottoms. They set the machine
to "internal wash", and let it do it's magic. The machine made a low
rumbling sound as it shot the jets of hot soapy water into the girls
rectums. They moaned in discomfort as the water rushed in.
When they had reached their capacity, the machine reversed direction,
and the water was sucked back out. It was slightly discolored at first,
but after several cycles, it was crystal clear. Now that was hygiene!
For the final enema, the men chose the setting "clear water, 2
liters".
The nozzles were removed, and the girls were made to get up and get
their glass expulsion bowls . They could hardly move they were so
swollen from the enemas. They had to place the bowls on the table climb
up and squat down over them and hold their buttocks apart. Their three
little anuses were clearly visible. They were tearing up at the
prospect of their impending humiliation.
"All right ladies" Ms. Jackson said theatrically "Here's your big
moment. Show us what you've got. On the count of three.
One.......Two.......Three............"
All at once the floodgates opened and three jets of water shot out of
their tight anuses into the waiting bowls. The men were speechless.
Needless to say, they had never seen anything like this before!
The tears streamed down the girls faces as the finished emptying their
loads. The bowls had a line marking exactly two liters. and Ms. Jackson
required every last drop to be expelled. Tammy and Natalie had no
problem, but Patricia came up a little short.
"Holding out on us, are you young lady?" the headmistress said. "Well,
we'll fix that."
She was going to use one of her favorite punishment techniques and make
the girls spank each other, She loved this, because it was very
entertaining, and it sometimes caused the girls to become sexually
aroused against their wills, which was very humiliating for them.
She brought a chair to the center of the room. She made both girls take
turns spanking Patricia over their knees. The men got to vote on the
best spanker. Patricia would then get a second chance to expel the
enema. If she was successful, then the loser of the spanking contest
would be punished. If she was not, Patricia herself would be
disciplined.
The punishment would be a dreaded "anal servicing" of the three male
guests. The men were salivating over the prospect of one of these
pretty young women being made to put her pretty little tongue to work
on their masculine anuses!
With motivation like that, both girls managed to paddle poor Patricia's
bottom until it was glowing red. Patricia really put on a show, yelling
and kicking her legs. It was a very close contest, but Tammy the
redhead won.
The sobbing and red-bottomed Patricia mounted the table and assumed the
position for her final attempt. Her anus spasmed wildly and she made
some very undignified grunting sounds as she tried desperately to push
out the remaining water. The thought of having to lick the three men's'
hairy anuses really made her do her best. Finally with a loud farting
sound, the last of the water splashed out of her rectum and into the
bowl.
Poor Natalie, the untanned blonde's fate was sealed. Ms Jackson was
quite sadistic. She had the men drop their trousers and lay face down
on the table. She made the tearful Natalie kneel down between each
man's legs and say: "Please sir, may I lick your anus" .
She was then required to lower their underpants, spread their buttocks
and spend two minutes per man licking for all she was worth. She had
been trained to cover the whole area between the cheeks with her
tongue, then lick the anus directly and finally to push her tongue as
far as she could into the opening. Ms. Jackson made her stop several
times, raise her head and say in a loud, clear voice: "My name is
Natalie Jones, and I'm a little ass licker" She was really crying now
as she was forced to repeat the humiliating refrain.
When all three men had been serviced, the girls were given their
panties back and told to put them on and return to their rooms. They
would need to rest. The men from the company were very satisfied, and
so was Ms. Jackson. All in a day's work at the Morrison Academy.
To Be Continued...........
(Thanks to everyone for all the comments and feedback, as well as great
ideas,some of which appear in the story. Keep them coming, and I'll
keep writing.)
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