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Food for Tomorrow - New girls at St Winifreds (chapter 1of 4) by Andrew Jay
(email anc1iej (at)hotmail .  com) Codes: MF, teen, ff, punishment

   Copyright 2008 Andrew Jay all rights reserved.  Intended for adults
only. This text may be archived/reposted to free public access provided the
author's name, email and this notice appear in the message body.  This
story is completely fictional, fantasy and not real - doing any of this
stuff at home will hurt and is probably illegal.  If you want to use the
'universe' feel free, but please keep 'Food For Tomorrow' in the title, be
gentle with my characters, and credit myself with the idea for the
universe. No fee or service has ever been provided to the author for this
document, or for product placement.

   Samantha wasn't quite a teenager.  In the eyes of the law she was still
a child, and would remain so until a year and a day after her first period
started, when she would officially be classed as `Cattle'.  That didn't
stop Mr Wilkins the owner of the local stables getting a feel of her bottom
or small breasts whenever he helped her on or off a horse, or indeed when
any other opportunity presented itself.  He had hinted that there might be
a live in stable-hand job going for her when she became Cattle.  She
realised of course that he just wanted to fuck her, but if she got to work
with the horses, that was fine by her.  Unfortunately her parents had
decided to send her to a new school hundreds of miles away, and this was
her last day at the stables.  She trotted around the paddock once more, Mr
Wilkins watching her breasts jigging in time to the horse's trot.  Mr
Wilkins help her down, and she smiled at him as he squeezed her bottom.  It
felt nice, so why shouldn't she?  She walked around each of the stabled
horses, giving each a last pat.  It seemed odd that horses hadn't been
affected by the biological weapons plant explosion 50 years before that had
damaged human and bovine fertility so severely.  In the equine world, the
ratio of males to females born was still roughly 50/50, unlike humans where
it was more like 1 male to 20 females.  She briefly wondered why horses
weren't used as a food source...  but she was glad they weren't.

   Mr Wilkins had joined her in the last stable as she said goodbye to her
favourite stallion - `Hector'.  "You know you can always come and help in
the holidays" Mr Wilkins said, standing behind Samantha, "and if you need
someone to service you when you are old enough, then just let me know" He
put his hands on her shoulders.  "Thank you Mr Wilkins..." In the privacy
of Hector's stable, she undid her blouse, then pulled his hands down to her
small breasts, allowing him to caress them freely "you will hold that
stable-hand job open for me - for when I finish school?" "Of course I will
my dear" he started kissing her neck and she felt his straining erection
pressed against her bottom, which she wiggled suggestively against him.  He
would have serviced her there and then, but as they both knew, the
penalties for underage servicing were severe.

   Meanwhile, back at Samantha's home, her sister Kim and her mother were
talking.

   "But mum, I don't want to go to a new school" "Kim, we have been over
this" Lisa's mum replied.  "I am due for slaughter two days after the new
term starts.  Your father doesn't think he can cope with you and your
sister on his own, so we both decided that you should go to St Winifred's"
"You might not be slaughtered - you might get pregnant in time like you did
with me." Kim was starting to sound a little tearful.  "I might...  but I
might not." she put her arm around Kim.  "Back then, your father didn't
have a gorgeous maid who wanted to be serviced every minute, and I wasn't a
slightly past it 35 year old woman with saggy boobs and stretch marks!"
"But he has serviced you hasn't he?" "Yes, but his heart wasn't in it. 
When I fell pregnant with you and Sam, I just felt different after I
conceived.  I really think I am going to be slaughtered this time around."
Kim started to cry.  "But I want to be with you, mum." "This isn't `Kill
her, Cook Her, Eat Her' you know.  You can't watch at the abattoir.  They
just call us in order, stun us, and cut our throats." "Its not fair!" "Yes
it is - you know that if a proportion of women weren't used for meat, there
wouldn't be enough food to go around." Kim nodded.  "And I was picked fair
and square in the Food Standards Agency lottery." Kim nodded again.  "Your
father has promised to buy back a cut of meat from me to send on to you and
your sister.  What would you like?" Kim shrugged her shoulders, tears still
rolling down her face.  "Well, my boobs are a bit past it now...  and my
uterus will be as tough as old boots now that I have had kids...  How about
a fillet steak?" "Where is that from?" Kim's mum indicated a place on her
back.  "I want you to promise that you will eat it - it means a lot to me
that some of me will live on in you and your sister." "Ok" The teenager and
her mother hugged.

   Before she went back downstairs, Kim decided to see if there was
anything else her father could do to save her mother.  She opened his
bedroom door and went in to talk to him.  He was servicing their maid
Martha - an attractive mixed race girl a few years older than herself. 
Martha was on her hands and knees being fucked from behind.  Her shapely
breasts quivering with each thrust from Kim's father.  She looked up and
smiled at Kim.  Kim could see the barcode tattoo, similar to her own, on
the maid's left breast.  "Don't you ever knock?" Kim's father asked. 
"Sorry." she went over to the side of the bed so she could speak more
easily with him.  He continued his thrusting.  "I'm worried about mum - she
thinks she is going to get slaughtered.  Is there anything you can do to
help her?" "Well, I cant...  afford...  to buy...  citizenship for... 
her..." his words punctuated by his continued thrusting.  "So all...  we
can hope...  is that she...  gets pregnant - I serviced...  her a couple...
of days ago." "Could you service her again?" "Of course dear...." he
trailed off, and shut his eyes.  His thrusts increased in tempo, then
ceased as he came inside Martha.  After a couple of seconds allowing the
sperm to fill her, Martha turned to clean his penis with her tongue. 
"...Maybe tonight, and once more before she goes to the abattoir.  That
ok?" "Thanks dad" Kim kissed him on the cheek, glancing down at Martha who
was still cleaning her father's cock.  She turned and went downstairs,
understanding why her mother seemed so sure of how things would turn out.

   Martha came downstairs and started making a cup of tea.  Her father
appeared a few minutes later, looking a little flushed.  The doorbell rang
- Martha was busy, so Kim opened the door to a rather overweight man who
looked a little past his prime.  "Dickie!" shouted her father from across
the room.  He bounced over and gave his friend a hug and shook his hand -
Dickie was an old school friend of his - Kim had heard his name a few times
but never met him before.  "And who is this vision of loveliness?  Your
maid?" he asked, gesturing at Kim, and staring at her well formed bust. 
"This is my daughter Kimberley." "Does she need a service?  I could give
her one right now" the two men laughed, "Bad luck old man, she isn't Cattle
for a couple more weeks." Dickie looked disappointed.  "I tell you what
though, Kim's mum is upstairs and is due for slaughter in a few days time -
she would love you to service her" "Really, old chap?  That would be
lovely!" "Kim, show Dickie up to your mother", then he discretely turned to
Dickie "You are getting me off the hook old man - I promised Kim I would
service her mum tonight, but my maid has taken the wind out of my sails a
bit" They both laughed.  Kim had taken an instant dislike to the odious
little man, but her mother needed him so she showed him up to the bedroom,
where her mother was applying the final touches to her makeup.  "Mum... 
this is Dickie - a friend of Dad's - he is offering to service you." "Hello
Dickie, I think we met years ago - Archie's school reunion?" they kissed
cheeks.  "I remember!  Didn't you have a bun in the oven then?" "That's
right...  she is standing next to you".  Kim blushed.  Her mother was
unbuttoning her skirt and blouse.  "This is really very kind of you Dickie"
"Anything to help a beautiful damsel in distress my dear..." He had
unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his rather limp, small penis.  "...
I wonder could you help him get into action stations?" "Of course" Kim saw
her now naked mother bending over to take Dickie into her mouth - this was
more than she wanted to see, so she left them to it.

   It was about 10 minutes later when a red faced and sweating Dickie, and
Kim's immaculately dressed mother rejoined them in the living room. 
"Mission accomplished?" asked her father.  "The fair maiden is now carrying
half a pint of my finest sperm, sir" Dickie replied, saluting.  Kim's
mother could feel his semen in her, but from Dickie's physical condition,
she doubted there was much life in it.  Still, it was a kind thought. 
Dickie had seemed particularly attracted to her bottom - she would suggest
to her husband that he buy a cut of that meat to give to him.

   She was a little distracted for the rest of the evening.  She was trying
to compose in her head her last letter to her girls, but the steadily
building pool of sperm dripping into her underwear wasn't helping.

   The next day, the two girls were fully dressed in their new school
uniforms.  They were new and itchy, and both girls hated their hats.  "Why
do we have to wear it before we even started at the school mum?" whined
Sam. "Because it is the school rule that you wear it, including travelling
to and from the school." "Are you going to be ok mum?" asked Kim.  Her mum
put her arms around both their shoulders.  "Girls, I love you very much and
so does your dad...  But the day after tomorrow I will go to the abattoir
and have my blood test.  If I am pregnant I will come home and leave you a
message.  If I am not, they will slaughter me and I have asked your father
to leave you a message instead.  Your dad will find someone else who will
become your new mum." "Humph - Martha!" Kim spat without thinking.  "Martha
is a very nice girl, and I know your dad likes her.  If she is his choice,
I'm sure she will make a fine new mum." "I like Martha - she knows about
horses." piped up Sam.  "There you go then" said their mum.

   The train arrived at the station and the girls gave their parents a kiss
before boarding the carriage.  As the train pulled away, both girls waved
and called out their goodbyes, watching as their parents disappeared from
view.

   The journey was a long one, and the girls had been equipped with a
packed lunch, which Sam ate almost immediately.  Kim looked at her
sandwiches - there was one salad and one meat.  The meat one was probably a
woman who said her goodbyes to her family maybe last week, and it took some
serious tummy rumbling before Kim could bring herself to eat it.

   After about half an hour the carriage seemed to empty until there were
just a handful of people left within view of the girls.  Opposite them was
a mother with her baby.  Across the isle was a teenaged boy who, Kim
noticed, spent most of his time looking at her and her sister's breasts. 
Just in view of Kim, a couple of seats back, there was a schoolboy in a
school uniform similar to theirs who flushed red every time Kim caught him
looking at her.

   Kim smiled at the young mother opposite her, who smiled back - she was
perhaps five years older than herself, but quite attractive.  The baby
stirred, then started to cry.  "I know what you want my dear" she cooed to
him, then asked the girls if they minded her feeding the baby there.  The
girls didn't mind, so the woman unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened the
cup of her feeding bra, allowing her full, white, slightly veiny breast
free of it's confines.  Her barcode was strangely dark against her pale
skin.  Her areola was dark red and large, and her long nipple erect.  Both
girls watched fascinated as the baby rooted for the nipple then latched on,
sucking contentedly.  "What's her name?" asked Kim finally.  "His name is
Clive" replied the woman.  Both girls gasped.  "You mean you are a..."
started Sam.  "a Citizen.  That's right" finished the woman.  Giving birth
to a boy was every girl's dream as it meant they would become a Citizen and
never be in the lottery again.  The girls quizzed her on everything on the
technique she had used in conceiving him, to the type of food she had eaten
around the time she was serviced.  The woman answered all their questions
good naturedly.  It was when she swapped baby Clive to her other breast,
leaving a big milky droplet hanging from the vacated nipple, that the girls
realised they too were thirsty.

   The woman looked at them for a second, then asked "Would you two like a
drink?" Kim went red "No thank you" she replied.  Sam's face lit up "Yes
please!".  Kim usually hated the way Sam had no moral compass, but on this
occasion, she envied her for it.  Maybe she would ask for a drink after
all.

   To the disappointment of Sam, the woman rummaged in her bag, and pulled
out a drinking bottle, which unfortunately, was empty.  "Oh its empty - it
must have leaked, I'm sorry." Sam's face dropped a little, then she turned
and asked Kim if she had any money for a drink.  Kim didn't.  "Go to the
buffet car and offer the attendant a blow job for a drink." whispered Sam.
"I can't do that!  I'm not Cattle yet - I could get into a lot of trouble"
Kim harshly whispered back.  "You are such a wuss!  I'll go!" replied Sam,
standing up and heading for the buffet car.  After 10 minutes, Sam returned
with three water bottles and passed one to the woman, and one to her
sister. "What did you do to him to get those?" Kim asked quietly.  Sam
opened her mouth to show Kim her mouthful of thick gooey semen, then tipped
her head back and swallowed it in one go.  "What if someone saw?" Kim
seethed.  "Wuss!" was the only reply she got before they were interrupted.

   "Tickets and barcodes please!" It was the ticket inspector.  The woman
opposite sighed, and unfastened her left breast again, this time so that
the inspector could scan her barcode.  The machine bleeped, and the display
showed her Id number, name and the word `Citizen'.  The tone of the
inspector's voice changed: "Thank you citizen..." It dawned on him that it
might be a baby boy she was holding.  When she said it was, he made a fuss
of the baby, and offered the woman a free upgrade to first class, which she
gratefully accepted.  He finally turned his attention to Kim.  "Tickets and
barcode." He was back to his normal tone.

   Kim hated this ritual, and felt as if the rest of the carriage was
watching as she undid her blouse, unclipped her bra and bared the barcode
on her left breast for scanning.  The machine bleeped, and showed her
cattle Id, name and the word `Child'.  "Next." "Err, I don't have a barcode
yet." Sam told him, slightly embarrassed by her admission of immaturity. 
"I still have to check" he replied.  Sam fumbled with her blouse and pulled
her elasticated bra over her breasts allowing them both to spring free for
inspection.  After a cursory check of Sam's breast the inspector called
"Any more tickets and barcodes?" and continued on down the carriage,
checking the tickets of the male passengers.

   They finally arrived at their destination station and a female member of
school staff was waiting for them and a handful of other students,
including the boy Kim had noticed earlier.  They were transported by
minibus to a large mansion house which had been converted into a school
some years before.  They were shown to their dorm rooms which turned out to
be single sex, but mixed ages, and they were allocated beds next to each
other.  After unpacking, they were shown to the dining room where they were
able to eat, and told to report to the headmistress - a Miss Fisk, at 8pm
sharp.

   Miss Fisk was a slim woman about 60 years old, she wore a cardigan and
tweed skirt.  The new intake was 8 girls and 1 boy, and they were told to
sit in a semi circle of chairs around the headmistress' desk.  A slim,
attractive girl, aged about 17 with prominent cheekbones stood behind Mrs
Fisk.

   "First things first everyone." Miss Fisk declared and took a clipboard
and a hand scanning device similar to that used by the conductor.  Kim knew
what was coming next.  "Barcodes please girls...if you don't have them yet,
then just your breast is fine" The girls fumbled nervously with their
clothes until each of their breasts was exposed for Miss Fisk.  The one boy
flushed red and tried not to look.  "You must be Hamish.  Welcome to St
Winifred's - it is an honour to have you." Miss Fisk enthusiastically
declared.  She passed the boy a blue tie with a single gold stripe on it.
Kim noticed the girl behind Mrs Fisk's desk had a similar tie on.  "For the
benefit of the others - the gold stripe denotes that you are a Citizen."
She moved to the next person in the row of chairs, a young looking girl
with the tiniest of breasts and no barcode.  "And you are?" asked Miss
Fisk. "Judith Flannigan Miss Fisk." "Obviously your periods haven't started
yet?" "No Miss Fisk." Miss Fisk passed her a blue tie with a white stripe.
She explained that a white stripe was for Child class pupils.  "When you
first get a period, you MUST tell Matron immediately, do you understand?"
"Yes Miss Fisk." Next in the line was Kim.  Miss Fisk could see her
barcode, so she scanned it and read the display.  "Kimberley Clarkson...  I
see you are only a Child for a couple more weeks." "Yes Miss Fisk." She
passed Kim a tie with a white strip and told her to exchange it for a pink
stripe tie on the day her Child status ran out.  Miss Fisk continued to
check off names and hand out ties.  Sam got a white stripe, the next three
girls were given pink stripe ties and the last two had white stripe ones.
Miss Fisk leaned against her desk and started to address the group, but one
of the pink stripe girls started to fasten her blouse again.  "Don't
fidget, Sandra Robson!  You put them away when you are told to put them
away!" Sandra flushed red and stopped buttoning up.  The room was silent.
"As I was saying..." Miss Fisk continued "I am glad to see we don't have
any girls who have been chosen by the lottery.  If we had, I would have
given them a red pin to place on their tie like this..." she showed them a
small, blood red, round badge "if they only have two months remaining in
their trial period, they would have two pins, and three pins if they only
had one month left.  It is just a little visual aid to the male members of
staff and pupils that they need to pull out the stops to get the girl
pregnant to prevent them going to slaughter." Kim thought of her mum - she
would be slaughtered the day after tomorrow unless she was pregnant.  "If
you are chosen for the lottery, you will be given a pin like this, and when
you have three pins, let me know - as well as the male staff and boys in
the school we have some volunteer men in the village who like to help out
on these occasions." "I should also point out Cassandra Locke" she gestured
to the girl standing behind her.  "She is head girl, and as you can see a
Citizen so if she tells you to jump, you ask how high.  Understand?" The
group answered in unison "Yes Miss Fisk."

   Miss Fisk ran through some rules and regulations, then told the group to
button up their blouses and go to their dorms.  School assembly was at 9am
sharp the next morning.  The group filed out.  "Kimberley and Samantha
Clarkson, stay behind please." The girls had both been at school long
enough to know this was a bad sign.

   The door closed behind the last person to file out.  Miss Fisk turned to
the girls, Cassandra standing behind her, grinning.  "I have had a report
that one of you two girls committed an underage act of impropriety as you
travelled here today?" The girls looked blankly at her.  "A sexual act? 
Underage..." Miss Fisk explained.

   The truth dawned on the girls.  Sam angrily shouted "That bitch must
have shopped me!"

   "If `that bitch' had told the ticket inspector instead of me, you would
likely be hanging in a cold store by now, gutted and ready to be butchered
in the morning.  Your father and the poor young man involved would probably
have been fined!" The girls gasped in horror at what was being said.  "Have
either of you gone any further than just orally servicing anyone?" The
girls shook their heads, struck dumb by the gravity of the situation.  Miss
Fisk was inwardly relieved that she would not have to turn the girls over
to the FSA for slaughter.  "In that case, we will keep the matter within
the school.  You will both be punished in front of the whole school
tomorrow." "But...  Kim didn't suck him off, Miss Fisk...I did." Sam meekly
replied.  "Kimberley is the eldest and should have stopped you from
behaving so rashly."

   The two girls were dismissed and walked dejectedly back to their dorm.



   The next morning the girls joined the crowd of other pupils attending
the school assembly.  Neither had slept much, and both had struggled to eat
their breakfast.

   The pupils filed into the assembly room, past the stage at the front and
took their places.  The stage was adorned by a banner which contained the
school motto `ago hodie, cras vos ero victus' (`live today, tomorrow you
will be food').  Everyone wore their full school uniform, although they
were permitted to remove their hats once they had sat down.  There were
about 200 girls, perhaps 10 boys of varying ages and 10 teachers placed
around the room.  Miss Fisk stood on the stage accompanied by head girl
Cassandra standing slightly behind her.  Sam couldn't help noticing how
attractive Cassandra was.

   Miss Fisk opened the assembly by welcoming everyone back for the new
term, and how she was looking forward to the coming months.  They sang the
school song, then Miss Fisk told a rather rambling story of how, as a young
woman, she had met the founder of the school and given him a son, the moral
apparently being that the dream can happen to anyone.  She then turned to a
few announcements - closed toilets, a new teacher, a change in the
timetable.  Finally she removed her glasses and said "On a more serious
note, as you know girls, last night was lottery night, and I am sorry to
say one of our number has been chosen." the room went into expectant
silence, "Could Natalie Porter come here now please," The school looked
around for Natalie Porter.  Slowly, a dazed looking girl stood up.  She was
about 15 years old with large breasts and long dark hair flowing down her
back.  She carefully replaced her school hat on her head and made her way
towards the stage with everyone's eyes on her.  She finally arrived on the
stage.  Kim and Sam had never seen anyone receive `the letter' before, and
watched wide eyed.  "This is your `Notification of Slaughter' letter, with
a slaughter date three months from now..." Miss Fisk handed her a brown
envelope.  "...  this is your Red tie pin to indicate that your are on
three months notice, and here is the key to a servicing room should you
require a little privacy." "Thank you Miss Fisk." Natalie stammered, taking
the three items.  Miss Fisk turned to the room again.  "I expect the male
pupils and staff members in this school to comply with any reasonable
request Natalie makes of them to be serviced.  The school will pull
together and do everything it can to make sure you are pregnant before your
slaughter date." "Thank you Miss Fisk." Natalie quavered.

   "There is one other piece of news I should impart to everyone.  Over the
holidays, Matron completed his final slaughterhouse exams and is now
officially a `Fellow of the Food Standards Agency', which means he is
allowed to perform the slaughter process here.  If you don't manage to get
pregnant in time Natalie, at least you will be slaughtered here, among your
friends." Miss Fisk beamed at Natalie.  Behind them, Cassandra started to
clap the Matron's achievement, which was picked up by the room in a half
hearted round of applause as Natalie returned to her seat.

   "Our final business today, unfortunately is a punishment for two girls
who flouted the laws of the land yesterday.  I will ask Cassandra to take
over the proceedings".

   Kim and Sam sank down in their seats - they were hoping maybe it had all
been forgotten in the turmoil of Natalie Porter's news.

   "Thank you Miss Fisk." Cassandra nodded to the headmistress, then turned
to the room, and said with an air of cold menace "Kimberley and Samantha
Clarkson.  Get up here now."

   The room went quiet again as the two girls made their way to the stage.
One of the teachers brought two chairs from the floor and placed them on
the stage next to each other about two metres apart, facing away from the
audience.  The girls were told to stand in front of the chairs, facing the
audience.

   "Miss Fisk and I have discussed you punishment at some length and we
have decided on 6 strokes of the cane each." Sam had been caned at her old
school and it wasn't so bad - she just had sore hands for the rest of the
day.  "Remove your skirts now." Cassandra ordered.  The girls looked
uncomprehendingly at her.  "I said remove them!" she shrieked, causing
everyone in the room to flinch a little.

   The girls didn't need to be told again, and they quickly removed their
skirts until they were standing in their panties - their skirts and hats
placed on the chair seat behind them.  Kim started to redden as she noticed
a spotty boy in the front row leering at her.

   "Remove your knickers." Cassandra ordered.  Both girls did as they were
told.  The boy in the front row smiled.  Kim flushed red - this was the
first time a boy had seen her `down below'.  Even Sam seemed embarrassed.

   "Bend over the back of the chair and spread your legs" The girls did as
they were told, so that their bottoms were on full display to the rest of
the school.

   "Wider...  wider....  a bit more....  that will do." The girls legs were
now spread wide, allowing their labia to part for the audience.  Kim could
see the spotty boy, upside down, through the back of the chair.  He was
gently stroking his erection through his trousers.  A girl near him was
licking her lips, enthralled by the sight of her most private of parts.

   "I will administer 6 strokes of the cane to each of you.  You will count
the strokes.  If you forget, I will start again.  When I have done the last
stroke you will also thank me.  Understood?" Cassandra asked.  "Yes
Cassandra." the girls answered.

   Kim watched through the chair back as Cassandra prepared.  She could
only see Cassandra's legs, but she could see she was going to do Sam first.

   There was a whoosh, then the crack of cane on flesh.  "Owww!....  one"
Whoosh, Crack!  "Owwwww...  two" Kim could here Sam's voice begin to crack
- she was about to cry.  By the fifth stroke, Sam was crying, but she was
still able to count "Five".  Kim noticed Cassandra shift her position a
little.  Another Whoosh, then and ear splitting scream, and loud sobbing.
"Please count it, Sam!" thought Kim to herself.  The room waited
expectantly for Sam, who was still sobbing loudly.  Finally she managed
"Six.  Thank you Cassandra."

   "It was my pleasure Samantha" Cassandra purred.  It was Kim's turn now.

   There was a pause, then a whoosh.  Kim didn't hear the crack as she
suddenly felt the flesh on her bottom seemingly explode in pain.  She
counted the stroke.  She managed to get to the fourth stroke before giving
in to the sobs building inside her.  The fifth stroke and she too was
openly crying.  She noticed Cassandra had shifted her position a little. 
The cane whooshed down but this time the pain was not in her bottom. 
Cassandra had struck her hard across her labia.  Pain rushed through her
body, she may have screamed, she didn't know.  The pain had taken over her
life.  She couldn't think of anything except the hot pain stabbing at her
womanhood.  Try as she might, she couldn't regain her senses.

   "Count it Kim!" She heard Sam whisper.  What did she mean by that? 
Something she had to do?  Then she realised.  "Six...  Thank you
Cassandra".

   "It was a pleasure, Kimberley.  I noticed you had a little help from
your sister though." She strode over to Sam and administered another stroke
of the cane.  By the sound of Sam's scream it was to her labia again.  "No
need to count that one, little Samantha, it was a bonus" purred Cassandra.

   Through blurred, teary eyes, Kim could still see the spotty boy.  He
looked dazed and a large wet patch was evident in the crotch of his
trousers.  Several girls in the front row seemed to be gently stroking
themselves.

   "Stay where you are until the rest of the school has gone, and I will
get Matron to sort you out" Cassandra ordered.

   The school was allowed to file past the two girls, who were still
weeping, bent over the chairs.  Miss Fisk had long advocated setting an
example at the beginning of term, and her head girl Cassandra had made it a
memorable one.

   When the last of the pupils had left, Cassandra called out "Ok Matron,
patch them up and send them on their way."

   A man's voice said "Thank you Cassandra" then spoke to the girls "Stay
like that for a moment - I am going to rub some cream on your wounds.  It
will sting at first, but after a few minutes they will feel much better."

   He did Kim first.  She felt the cold goop on her bottom, then the red
welts on her bottom ignited.  "Owwww, it hurts!  it really hurts!" Kim
cried, but slowly the pain dulled, and she felt him rubbing more of the
cream onto her bottom.  "I'm going to put some on your labia now.  This is
going to smart a bit - I keep telling Cassandra she is going too far when
she does that, but she doesn't listen."

   Kim braced herself, and sure enough a burning ripping pain shot through
her body as he rubbed the cream onto her labia.  She could think of nothing
else for a while, but eventually the pain dulled again and she could feel
him rubbing more cream carefully into her sore vaginal lips.  He was the
first man who had touched her down there and it was, to her shame, having
an effect on her.  "You can stand up now and put your skirt on - I wouldn't
bother with your knickers for today, they will chafe." .

   Kim did as she was told and watched Matron administer the cream to Sam.
She had five ugly, red, raised welts across her bottom and two across her
vagina which had caused her usually small vaginal lips to become very
swollen.  The matron rubbed the cream into her bottom and Kim could see Sam
was struggling not to cry again.  Next he rubbed the cream into and around
her labia.  Sam arched her back in a silent scream, then slowly relaxed. 
Matron was being careful to massage the cream into the swollen flesh, but
Kim could see Sam was being affected like she was and was pushing herself
against his hand as he rubbed her.  "Calm down, Samantha - that is the kind
of thing that got you in this mess in the first place" he said kindly.

   "Sorry Matron" she replied rather breathlessly.

   When they were both dressed, Matron gave them a small pot of the
ointment and told them to administer some more to each other at bedtime. 
They would have some nasty bruises, but nothing permanent.

   The rest of the day wasn't much better for them.  Both girls were given
detention for arriving late for their first class.  Kim had to sit next to
the boy she had seen on the train, who it turned out, couldn't actually
manage to string any coherent words together.

   They also found out that it was a school tradition to either flip their
skirts up to reveal the red welts they still had and laugh at them, or
simply to smack their sore bottoms without any warning.

   After serving their detention (writing out `I must not be late for
class' 500 times), the girls got to the dining room just before it shut for
the evening, then afterwards they headed for the telephone room to call
their mum.

   They both listened at the ear piece as the phone rang.  "Hello?"
answered a familiar voice.  "Hello dad, its us - Kim and Sam." Kim did the
talking, but they both listened.  "Hello my dears.  How was your first
day?" Kim paused a moment.  "Fine.  A bit dull, but ok." she lied.  "Good.
I heard they can be sticklers for discipline, so you better watch
yourselves." "Ok thanks dad.  Is mum there?" "She is just being serviced at
the moment.  I invited a few of my friends from the club around.  I think
its Bertie Volks giving her one now.  I can tell she is enjoying it - she
has her eyes shut." The girls heard the sound of the receiver being
muffled, but then the perfectly audible "Come on Bertie cum in the old cow.
Cum!  Cum!  Cum!" The girls listened with some distaste as the rest of the
men at the party joined in the chant, then cheered as Bertie Volks had
evidently unloaded in her.  "Hang on girls, she is coming over." There was
a short pause, then their mum answered.  "Hello girls, sorry about that. 
Your dad has some of his friends around to try and get me pregnant.  I
think between eight men they should be able to manage it - mind you most of
it is running down my thigh at the moment..." Kim interrupted.  "Mum, you
should lie down with your bottom supported on a cushion for half an hour.
It gives the sperm maximum exposure to your cervix." Their mum's voice
changed in tone to a whisper.  "To be honest, if I'm not pregnant already,
its not likely to happen in time for my blood test tomorrow.  You know how
much I love your father - I just want his gift to me to be everything he
wants it to be." The girls listened, taking in what their mother had said
to them, then Sam asked "What time is your appointment tomorrow?" "Nine am
sharp.  I suppose it takes an hour to process the blood tests, then an hour
to Slaughter everyone.  I think your father should know either way by lunch
time." "Mum..." Kim started but had to suppress a sob, "...  we both love
you.  Can you try that thing for your cervix for us please?" "Of course I
will.  I love you both.  Give each other a hug from me.  I better go now,
there are four more men who want to service me!  Goodbye!" The girls went
to speak again, but the phone had been put down by their mother.  They
looked at each other, then tightly hugged each other, tears streaming down
their faces.

   Later that night, the girls had settled in the dorm room.  Kim was
starting to feel her bottom and vagina burn again.  She turned to Sam "Is
yours hurting again?" Sam nodded.  "We better put on some more ointment"
Kim looked around at the other girls in the room - she didn't want to be
stared at any more that evening.  "Lets go in the toilet"

   The sisters went to the adjoining toilet, which was simply furnished
with a small shower area, a sink, a toilet and a full length mirror.  Kim
locked the door behind them, then pulled off her nightgown and inspected
her bottom in the mirror - the cane marks were no longer raised, but looked
angry and like they were going to bruise.  She tried to inspect her vagina,
but couldn't see - it was starting to throb though.  "I swear that bitch
was getting off on caning us like that" she said.

   "Of course she was" replied Sam, who had stripped off her nightgown as
well and was now bending over the toilet to give Kim access to her bottom.
"Can you do me please?"

   Kim took a dollop of ointment and gently rubbed it on Sam's bottom. 
"Shit, that still hurts!" Sam hissed.  "It stops hurting soon though." Kim
answered, continuing to rub the cream in to the small, sore bottom in front
of her.  "Mmmmm that's better...  can you do my pussy now?" "Ok...  if I
must."

   Kim took another blob of cream and started smoothing it into Sam's still
swollen labia.  "Owww owww owww owww.  It hurts, Kim!" "It will be ok soon,
Sam" Kim kept gently rubbing.  Sam presently stopped complaining about the
pain and started moving in time with Kim's rubbing motion.  That was Kim's
cue to stop.

   "Me now please" They swapped places, and soon Kim was gritting her teeth
against the renewed pain in her bottom.  "You have big pussy lips" Sam
mentioned as she rubbed.  "Not that big actually" Kim replied though
strained lips.  "Bigger than mine" "You're just a kid, they will grow." The
pain was easing now.  "Ok, you can do my pussy now" Kim braced herself for
the new pain, and sure enough the white heat of the cream quickly spread
into her.  She fought back tears and at last the pain subsided, giving way
to the pleasant sensation of Sam rubbing her vagina.  "Ok you can stop now"
"I think I used too much cream - I had better rub it all in, or it will get
everywhere." Sam replied innocently.  "Ok."

   The gentle pleasant rubbing sensation became more and more pleasant,
until Kim was unconsciously groaning at the younger girl's touch.  Sam was
enjoying teasing her sister, and soon started to include Kim's clitoris in
the rubbing.  Kim had forgotten where she was and was enjoying the feelings
she was she was getting.  As the sensations built within her, she had the
first orgasm in her life.  "I think its all rubbed in now" Sam told her,
getting up and putting on her nightgown again.  

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