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Subject: {ASSM} story: Payne Academy Chaper 1 (Mmm+f/nc rape/torture/incest
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All the usual disclaimers apply. This story is pure fiction and the
author definitely does not condone any of the events portrayed herein.
If you're not supposed to be reading this, don't.

Payne Academy
by e. wolf
Part One

Stefan slouched in the back seat of the car, his arms crossed tightly
over his chest. It wasn't fair, his parents sending him off to
boarding school when he hadn't been the one doing anything wrong. It
was his sister, Emilie, who'd been running wild getting in trouble at
school, wearing inappropriate clothing, staying out until all hours of
the night. So their parents had looked around, and finally decided
that Payne Academy would be the perfect place to send Emilie so she
could learn a little discipline.
The only trouble was, they'd decided to send Stefan along, too.
At 15, Stefan Lavigne was an average kid average grades, average
looks, everything. It was Emilie who'd always been the standout. A
year younger, she had always been the one to catch attention with her
fiery red hair and a personality to match. She'd been in some kind of
trouble for as long as Stefan could remember. He'd always been content
to blend into the background, let other people make the decisions for
him. Their father said Payne Academy would be the perfect place for
both of them.
"I don't care what anybody says," Emilie was saying petulantly, "I'm
not following any stupid curfew. And if they say I have to wear some
ugly uniform I'll run away."
Their father smiled at Emilie in the rearview mirror. 
"I think you'll find that Payne Academy has a lot to offer both of
you," he said calmly. He and his wife had both been to the
weekend-long Parent Orientation Session offered by the Academy, and
knew that Emilie would soon wish curfews and ugly uniforms were her
worst problems. Sondra Lavigne wasn't along for the ride this time,
but had been saying ever since she got home from the orientation
session that she wished she could have gone to Payne Academy when she
was Emilie's age.
"It would have done me a world of good," she'd been saying ever since.

The grounds of the school looked more like a prison than any of the
stately, beautifully-landscaped boarding schools the Lavigne children
had seen in movies or on TV, with a high stone wall all the way around
and a security gate with a guard in a little booth.
Henri Lavigne pulled up to the gate and waved at the guard.
"Good afternoon, Carl," he said happily. "I'm here to drop off Stefan
and Emilie."
"Ah, Mr. Lavigne. So good to see you again. Go on inside the Dean will
be pleased to see you.
And he gave Emilie a lecherous grin that made a shudder run down her
spine.
As her father pulled away from the gate she began to rave again.
"Did you see the look he gave me? How rude!" she exclaimed. "I think
you should tell the Dean about that. That man shouldn't be working at
a school. You can't tell me you didn't notice the way he was staring
at my chest."
"You'll find all kinds of people here at Payne Academy, dear," her
father said with a patient smile. "And you're a very pretty girl. I'm
sure he was just showing his appreciation."
Emilie looked crossly at her brother. Usually she didn't have the time
of day for Stefan he was so boring, such a pathetic wimp but she would
have thought he'd at least support her on this one. That security
guard had so clearly been out of line!

The Dean met them at the front door of the school's main building.
Beyond the large, square stone building the Lavignes could see a few
other buildings dorms, probably, or a gymnasium. Stefan figured they'd
soon be shown around the rest of the school grounds, probably by some
brown-nosing senior student who was responsible for giving orientation
tours to new kids.

Mr. Lavigne shook the Dean's hand, greeted him like an old friend. 
"And you must be Stefan," he said warmly. "It's good to meet you. I'm
sure you'll be an enthusiastic part of our school community before too
long."
Stefan shrugged.
"I guess," he said politely.
The Dean didn't look much like the academic type, a big man who looked
like he might be more comfortable working on a dock someplace than in
a fancy prep school. Then again, this place really didn't look all
that fancy.
"Your father will bring your bags to your rooms while I get the two of
you acquainted with the programs here at Payne Academy. We'll get both
of you started right away, so you should say your goodbyes now," he
said.
Emilie got out of the car, hands on her hips.
"This place is such a dump!" she proclaimed. "I am so not staying
here. I don't care what you say, I'm going home."
Her father scowled.
"And how exactly are you going to get there?" he asked. "You're not
coming back with me."
Emilie sulked but said nothing else. They were a long way from home
and if her father refused to drive her, there wasn't much she could do
about it. Hitchhike, maybe.

The Dean ushered them into the enormous grey building, where his
office was on the first floor. The place looked industrial, more like
a prison than anything else.
"This is where we have most of our classrooms," he said casually. "The
girls' dorms are also in this building. The boys' dorms are in the
newer building. We call it the Annex. Boys are required to look after
their rooms, to keep them clean, and to take pride in their appearance
at all times."
"What about girls?" Emilie demanded, not because she was interested in
the rules but because she was upset at being left out of the
conversation.
"Oh, we'll get to the rules for the girls' dorm in a minute," he said
with a smile. "They're a little different."
"That's stupid," Emilie said haughtily. "You can't have different
rules for boys and girls. It's not fair."
"You'll find a lot of things at Payne Academy that you won't think are
fair to begin with. Come in here," he said.
He ushered them into his office, a plushly furnished space with what
appeared to be a very complicated weight bench in the corner. Stefan,
who liked to spend time in the gym, looked it over carefully, puzzled.
"I'll show you how it works sometime," the Dean said with a wink,
clapping Stefan on the shoulder like they were old buddies.
There were three young men sitting on the couch in the Dean's office,
students who, as Stefan had assumed, were there to get them oriented.
"I'm Paul," one of them said, standing and offering Stefan his hand.
"I'll be your roommate. Come on, I'll show you around."

Stefan followed Paul out into the hall. Paul paused along the way to
take a good look at Emilie, who stood with her hands on her hips,
thrusting out her impressive chest, her pretty face pinched into an
expression of defiance. A funny smile came over Paul's lips as he held
the door open for Stefan, then followed him out.
"Your sister's hot," Paul said with a lecherous grin.
"Yeah, she knows," Stefan said, rolling his eyes. His entire life
Emilie had been told how beautiful she was, how charming. It was the
reason, Stefan thought bitterly, she'd turned out to be such a heinous
bitch.
Paul laughed.
"Don't worry," he said with a smirk. "She'll come around soon enough."

Emilie stood sulking in the Dean's office for a minute, until he
smiled and sat in the huge leather chair behind his desk.
"Sit down, Emilie," he told her, gesturing to the couch. There was no
place for her to sit but between the two boys, so with a little
'sniff' she stood her ground.
"I'd rather not, thank you," she said disdainfully.
"Very well, Emilie," the Dean said. "We'll chat from here, for now.
Now, I suppose you know why your father is sending you to Payne
Academy."
Emilie shrugged.
"Because I don't like his stupid rules," she said impatiently.
"I think the problem goes deeper than that, Emilie," the Dean said
with a slight smile. "The problem is, you don't understand where you
fit into society. Your father feels that Payne Academy will help you
to . . . learn your place. The instruction you will receive at this
institution will last you for the rest of your life, Emilie. And
there's no better time to begin than the present. So, why don't we
just get you to take off your clothes?"
Emilie blinked with surprise.
"What did you say to me?" she said, for a moment losing her cool,
haughty facade.
"Your clothes, Emilie. Take them off, now. That will be the last time
I ever repeat myself to you, young lady. All of them, bra and panties
included."
Emilie frowned.
"I can't believe you just said that to me," she snapped. "When I tell
my father what you said, he'll sue your ass off. He's a lawyer, you
know, and that's sexual harassment."
The Dean's smile disappeared, and the two boys on his couch exchanged
a knowing grin. They were kind of cute, Emilie had to admit probably
seniors, the kinds of guys she wouldn't mind flirting with at a party.
It was just a shame they had to see her lose her temper like this, she
thought.
"Emilie." The Dean's voice was soft, insistent. "Your father signed
the consent form. He knows very well what's going on here. I told you
we have different rules here for boys than we do for girls. Girls are
not permitted street clothing while they are on school property. Now,
are you going to remove your clothing, or shall I allow these
gentlemen here to . . . assist you?"
Emilie flared her thin nostrils and turned on her heel to leave.
"I'm not going to stand here and listen to this shit," she announced,
and laid her hand on the door handle.
She had no sooner made contact with the cold metal knob than suddenly
both of the boys had sprung off the couch and seized her. She kicked
and struggled for a minute, but the boys obviously knew what they were
doing, and before she knew it she was pinned face-down on the floor
with both of them sitting on her.
She heard the Dean standing, the hard soles of his shoes going
clip-clip on the hard tile floor as he approached her.
"Now, Emilie. We're going to have to spoil your lovely wardrobe. Tommy
Hilfiger, was it? It would have been so much easier if you'd just
cooperated. Now not only are we going to have to cut your clothes off
you, but we're going to have to give you a spanking as well."
Despite the weight of the two large, athletic boys sitting on her back
and legs, Emilie was still struggling furiously.
"You don't know how much trouble you're in, you asshole!" she was
shrieking. "I'm going to sue you for everything you're worth, you son
of a bitch!"
The Dean produced a pair of shears from his pocket and made short work
of Emilie's clothing, snipping through the thin fabric of her
baby-T-shirt and sports bra, then her tight-fitting jeans and thong
panties. The boys moved slightly to allow the Dean to clear away the
shreds of her clothes, being careful not to let Emilie kick them.
"She's a feisty one, isn't she?" one of the boys said with a grin.
"Nice ass. I bet it looks real good with belt marks all over it."
"Are you going to use the belt on her, or the cane?" the other boy
asked. He was big and blond and looked like a football player.
The Dean circled her a couple times, thinking that over.
"I think I'll use my hand," he said thoughtfully. "A nice, hard,
over-the-knee spanking." And he knelt down to stroke Emilie's soft red
hair. "It's so much more intimate."
"Don't you touch me, you fucking jerk!" Emilie screamed, thrashing
about as much as she could. The Dean smiled, patronizing.
"I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream, Emilie," he said gently. "But
for the moment, I'd prefer it if you were quiet."
Emilie seethed. She was more angry than frightened, and she was far
too mad to really process what was happening to her.
"I'm not going to be quiet, you fuckwad," she spat. "I'm going to yell
and scream until somebody calls the police. You're going to jail,
asshole! You can't do this to MMMFFFF!"
In her rage, Emilie hadn't noticed the Dean approaching her with
something in his hand. Before she knew it, he had seized her jaw in
his hands and pried it open, inserting an enormous red rubber ball gag
that pressed against her tongue and left her unable to make any more
than angry grunting noises. He fastened the leather straps of the gag
tightly around the back of her head.
Suddenly Emilie realized she was in a situation she couldn't control,
and she calmed down slightly, breathing heavily through her nose.
"Now that I have your attention, Emilie, I am going to allow you to
stand up. If I tell these young men to get off you, are you going to
do as I tell you?"
Emilie nodded. What else could she do?
"Very good. All right, boys, up you get."
Emilie felt the wind rush back into her lungs as the two boys got off
her and pulled her roughly to her feet. One of them grabbed her hair,
the other yanked her arm, and together they shoved her toward the
Dean, who caught her in his huge, well-muscled arms and pulled her
toward his chair.
"Now, Emilie, you're going to receive fifty slaps."
Emilie was trembling now, more from rage than from fear, but for the
first time there was a little of that, too. She was no match for these
three men who seemed determined to hurt and humiliate her. But she was
still angry enough that she resisted as the Dean bent her roughly over
his lap.
There was no hope, of course. The Dean was an enormous man, and in no
time he had her pinned across his lap, one arm twisted neatly behind
her back, both her legs pinned under one of his.
"Are you ready, Emilie? Because we can begin whenever you're ready."
"Mmmph!" Emilie exclaimed angrily. The Dean's hand came down hard
across her firm ass cheeks, and Emilie let out a muffled yelp of pain
and surprise. Her ass felt like it had been stung by a million bees,
and she renewed her struggles.
It was no use. Emilie twisted her head around to see the two boys
standing over her, grinning madly as the Dean's hand came down again
and again. He took care to maintain a steady rhythm, alternating back
and forth between her right and left ass cheek, occasionally moving
down across her upper thighs until the entire area was a uniform
bright red colour.
Emilie snorted and struggled with rage, streams of drool working their
way past the gag and coursing down her chin as the Dean never missed a
beat.
By the time he had finished with her, Emilie's ass and upper thighs
were glowing purple, her nose was running with exertion and her entire
body was coated in a sheen of sweat. Still, when the Dean released
her, she immediately took off running for the door. The dark-haired
boy, the one who had grabbed her by the hair, reached out to catch her
arms. He kicked both her legs out from under her once again. This
time, though, instead of sitting on her, he grabbed her arms and
pulled them straight out behind her. Emilie shrieked through the gag
as she felt her arms being pulled together behind her, straining her
shoulders horribly. She struggled to turn around, twisting to get a
look at what he was doing to her. He was tying her up! She grunted and
gasped in protest as he securely fastened a length of coarse, thick
rope around her wrists, then another around her elbows.
"Very good, Andrew," the Dean said. "Stand her up and let's see how
that looks."
Andrew the dark-haired boy pulled her to her feet using her tightly
bound arms as a handle.
"I like that," said the blond boy. "It really makes her tits stick
out."
"Breasts, David," the Dean corrected him with a smile. "We wouldn't
want to be vulgar in front of our new student, would we?"
"No, of course not, Sir," David said, grinning back.
"Andrew and David will be your sponsors for your first week," the Dean
told Emilie. "If you have any questions about the way things work at
Payne Academy, you're welcome to ask them." He winked and smiled.
"That is, if you behave yourself. Otherwise we'll have to leave the
gag in, and you won't be able to ask anything at all."
Emilie cringed with disgust as the Dean looked her over carefully.
"You're right, though, David. Her breasts do look lovely jutting out
like that. What are those, 34C, Emilie?"
Emilie, of course, just grunted angrily, and all three of the men
laughed.
"David and Andrew will show you to your room," the Dean said. He gave
the two boys a meaningful look. "And remember, gentlemen, no monkey
business until after second period tomorrow morning."

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