The Academy

The Academy

Part IV - FINALE

Time passed quickly at the Academy. Days turned into weeks, and weeks rapidly became months.

None of the girls in particular cared for the "Old Master" (Jim) or the "Fat Master" (Del) when they came around. All had been punished at one time or another by them, and they all found them "gross" to have sex with; it was especially true for Del, with his lust for oral sex all over his fleshy, hairy body. Fortunately for the girls, neither Master came around much. Jim barely made it out two times a year, and while Del would have preferred to come much more frequently than once every two or three months, his demanding law practice and his demanding wife and his four demanding daughters made his visits difficult and tricky to arrange.

The girls always knew when the Old Master was there, as they would have to remove their crotch hair and dress up like a little girl. They all dreaded visits with him, all except for Amber.

Amber felt a tinge of excitement when she had to prepare for the Old Master. She loved to be made to feel like a little girl who'd been bad and had to be punished. It might have been from guilt - guilt over her enjoyment of sex so much; nasty, naughty sex. It might have been that somehow she blamed herself for April's and her bad fortune to end up in a place like the Academy. Whatever the reason, Amber liked it when the old man would punish her.

Amber had to have Judy wax her crotch; it was too painful for Amber to pull the strips off herself. Then she would dress into her jumper and tights, or a pretty skirt with cotton panties and a tight tee. Judy always finished her off with bows in her hair, whether tied into pig tails or combed straight back, and a doll or stuffed animal.

It was on Amber's third visit with the Old Master that she took the little girl role to a new level. When Jim called Amber to him as she kneeled in the Meeting Room, Amber walked up to him and pushed her pelvis and breasts out toward him. "Can I tell you a secret Master?" she asked in a little girl voice.

"Yes, I want to know all of your secrets!" Jim replied in his old, gravelly voice.

Amber leaned up to Jim's ear and whispered "I've been a bad girl, Master" and then Amber shoved her tongue into his ear.

Jim was quite surprised, but quickly surmised that Amber wanted a spanking and some light punishment. He remembered how she had enjoyed her spanking on his last visit with her. Jim had known girls like Amber before, but she was a first at the Academy.

Jim put his hand under Amber's skirt and slid his fingers into her panties, pleased with her baby soft smoothness. "And how have you been bad, little one?"

Amber put on her little girl voice again and whispered in his ear, "I've been letting the other girls play with my privates."

Amber had to be careful. She didn't want a real punishment star, so she had to invent something that was naughty that wouldn't get her into trouble.

"Well," Jim responded, "I think we need to give your little bottom a good spanking for that!"

"Yes Sir" Amber said sheepishly.

Amber was put over Jim's lap once again with her panties down to her knees and her skirt lifted high, and once again she found only pleasure as he spanked her bare ass hard. Amber felt like such a naughty little girl over the old Master's lap and was immensely turned on. Jim felt Amber shudder and quiver when she had her orgasm, and he continued to spank her until she had another.

Jim took Amber to her room and completely undressed her and then put her into bondage. Amber's wrists and arms were placed behind her back into the familiar hammerlock, and her ankles were bound to her thighs the familiar frog-tie. Jim put Amber on her bed, kneeling at the edge, and forced a large ring gag into her mouth. Amber's jaw hurt from her mouth being stretched open so wide. Then Jim put her on a small stool, took her by the ears, and fucked her mouth until his red, bulbous cock was good and hard. Then he undressed and laid Amber on her back on her bed, her ass nearly hanging off the edge, her arms bound behind her, her legs folded and spread, and gave her a good hard fucking in her wet, tight pussy. The old man had intense orgasms with Amber, and she was quickly becoming his favorite fuck at the Academy.

When Amber finally got her ring gag removed, she rolled her body around, still bound, and licked Jim's cock clean. Then she rolled her eyes up to him. "I promise to be a good girl now, Master."

~

All of the Masters loved to watch Amber and April have sex. Sometimes Del would just watch them take a bath together, washing each other. But every time John and Chris were around, the girls had to do a "show". Invariably, Amber would make little sis undress out of her uniform and then Amber would spank April's bare ass, saying that she had been bad…"for pulling your panties down and showing that man"...or "for touching yourself while thinking about your school teacher, Mrs. Edwards". Amber always had to blame April for some lewd act that she'd supposedly witnessed her little sister doing. After each spanking Amber would pull her own panties down, lift her skirt, lean back, and make April lick big sister's pussy.

But it didn't end there. Amber would take a strap on and fuck April in the mouth, pussy, or ass…Amber's choice. Then she would demand that April fuck one of Amber's own orifices. The difference was that April always had to do it with a dildo that strapped around her head instead of her crotch, the phallus pointing out of her mouth, so that April would get a nose-full of big sister each time she plunged in.

Being the oldest, it was Amber who always got to be the one to discipline April. But even when the girls weren't doing it for show, things were not so different for Amber.

Amber began to have eyes for Julie. Mistress Judy had never told Amber that Julie was "off limits", so Amber took that to mean that sex between her and Julie would probably be okay.

"Mistress Judy?" Amber asked one day as Judy was taking her to her room for her afternoon down time.

"What?"

"Can I have sex with Julie?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

Amber blushed a little. She couldn't believe she was even asking.

"What do you mean?" Amber asked.

"If you want to have sex with Julie, then you'd better ask Julie, don't you think?"

"May I Mistress?"

Judy smiled at Amber and took her to Julie's room.

Julie was a very pretty sixteen year old who really looked thirteen. She was tiny and barely had any boobs. Julie had large, puppy-dog brown eyes and sandy, shoulder-length blonde hair.

Julie loved art and was very good at it. She painted in her down time, mostly animals, and had a lot of paintings and drawings scattered about her room. She looked at Mistress Judy and Amber very curiously, wondering what warranted their visit.

Amber stood silently, looking around Julie's room. "Well?" Judy said, looking at Amber, "are you going to ask her or just stand there?"

"Julie…" Amber said, feeling a bit awkward, "would you like to fuck?"

Julie looked at the Mistress and saw that Amber's request was legitimate. "Sure" she replied to Amber, and set down her paint brush.

"I'll leave you two" Judy said and she exited the room.

Julie smiled at Amber, waiting for Amber's move. Amber felt a little nervous, but then stepped up close to Julie and put her arms out. "Hug me" Amber said, and Julie embraced Amber. Soon their mouths were intertwined.

Amber found sex with Julie different than anything else she had experienced. Their afternoon sessions became a regular event when there were no Masters visiting. Sex with Julie wasn't wild and sultry like it was with the Mistress and Lisa.

Julie was very passionate and very submissive. She always wanted Amber to take control. Amber didn't mind. She enjoyed Julie's sweetness, her gentle ways; and especially, the way Julie would undress and put her face between Amber's legs at the snap of Amber's fingers.

But after a few months, Amber wanted some variety. She still had eyes for Lisa, but she could never be alone with Lisa. Every time she had sex with Lisa, and there were many, Mistress Judy was there too. Amber didn't want April. It was already too much just to have sex with her little sister when they were forced to do it in front of the Masters. And the Bearded Master (Chris) was quite selfish with the twins. Amber was sure that not even the Fat Master or the Old Master ever even got to play with them. That left Amanda.

~

"Mistress?" Amber asked one morning as all of the girls were drying off from their shower.

"Yes?" Judy asked.

"Can I go to Amanda's room instead of Julie's after lunch today?"

"Maybe" Judy replied.

As Judy took the girls to their rooms after lunch, Judy took Amber aside. "I'll let you go to Amanda's room on two conditions. One, you go to Julie first and tell her why you are not going to visit her this afternoon, and two, you show me if you're bossy enough to make Amanda accept your visit."

"What do you mean, Mistress?… Make her accept me?"

"I don't want you to ask Amanda if she will have sex with you. I want you to tell her that you will be visiting her whenever you want sex with her."

The first part was the hard part for Amber. Julie was all excited to get undressed and get laid by Amber when Amber came to her room, but instead Amber stood at the door with Mistress Judy.

"Julie, come here baby" Amber said, holding her arms out, and after a tender hug and kiss with Julie she said softly "I'm not going to play with you today. I'm going to play with Amanda instead."

Julie was a little disappointed, but her sweet and submissive nature came through and she simply said "I'll be here for you if you want to play later."

Judy opened the door to Amanda's room, and Amanda was wearing only a thong panty and sitting at her desk, writing. Amber looked at Judy, and could read Judy's eyes: Judy wanted to see Amber's dominance.

"Amanda, stand up please!" Amber ordered. Amanda looked confused: since when did Amber give her orders? But seeing Mistress Judy there with her, Amber stood up.

"I wanted to let you know that I'll be coming to your room some times…to visit you, if you know what I mean" Amber said, trying to sound authoritative.

Amanda stood there confused. "Who does she think she is?" Amanda thought to herself.

Amber looked closely at the topless Amanda. Amanda was fourteen, but unlike Julie, actually looked older than her age. Amanda was an inch taller than Amber and had large, full breasts…nearly a D cup. In fact, one would think that Julie was 14 and Amanda 16, not the other way around. Amanda's eyes were large and sparkling blue, her hair was blonde and wavy and hung down to her waist. Amber began to get hot for Amanda right then and there.

"Why are you only in your panties?" Amber asked, looking at Amanda's bare chest.

"I dunno."

Amber stepped closer to Amanda. "Do you understand why I am here?!"

Amber acted as if she were becoming annoyed with Amanda.

"Mistress Judy is letting you come in to have sex with me" Amanda replied calmly.

"That's right. So why don't you take off your panties off for me now."

Amber slid her finger into the elastic hem on the top of Amanda's thong.

Amanda wasn't sure she liked Amber being so bossy with her, and stood there thinking about it.

"Do it!" Amber barked. Amanda decided she best do it; why take a chance of getting in trouble over something stupid?

Amber felt excited giving Amanda orders, and she stepped up even closer to Amanda.

"Move your legs apart."

Amanda took a step sideways with her left foot, and Amanda reached in and cupped Amanda's bare pussy. "I want you to get on your knees and lick me!"

As Amanda began to lower herself to her knees, Amber took Amanda's ear and twisted it.

"Owwww!" Amanda cried.

"Say 'Yes Mistress' first!"

"Yes Mistress!" Amanda said, cringing from Amber's twisting fingers as she got down on her knees. Then Amanda lifted Amber's plaid uniform skirt, pulled Amber's thong panty to the side, and began licking Amber's clit.

Judy was quite impressed with Amber once again. It seemed everything sexual just came natural to Amber. If Judy ever needed someone to take over for her, Amber would probably fit right in.

Meanwhile, Amber began enjoying regular afternoon visits to Amanda's room. She made Amanda wait in her room naked and kneeling until her "Mistress Amber" entered. Not only did Amanda have to call Amber Mistress when they were together, but Amber became rather rough in bed with her, fingering her hard, groping Amanda's large breasts, twisting her hair and nipples, and making Amanda suck her pussy for the entire afternoon.

~

A little more than three years had gone by since April and Amber had become "students" at the Academy. The regular boarding school had once again let out for the summer. But on this spring morning in late May, something felt very different.

Judy gathered the girls into the Dining area, but there was no Rosalie, no breakfast waiting.

"It's time to give up your necklaces girls" Judy said, holding the removal tools in her hands.

The girls all looked at each other confused. Finally Julie spoke up.

"What do you mean Mistress?"

Judy smiled, and looked at her watch. "We haven't much time. Sit still and let me take them off of you, then I'll explain."

Judy worked diligently removing each girl's necklace. Each girl had white tan lines around their neck that made it appear that the necklace was still on. They had gotten quite used to wearing them and it felt very strange without them. Once all of the necklaces were back in Judy's possession, she stood at the head of the table and looked at her girls. They were not the innocent babes they all started out as. April was now sixteen, and Lisa had just turned nineteen – six years spent with Mistress Judy. Chris had not seen any reason to "graduate" a girl over the last three years because there had been no new replacements. There had been no new replacements because the partners were drifting. James and Del never did spend enough time there, and now John, with his fiancée Carla finally persuading him to marry her, all but abandoned his trips out to the Academy. Chris knew the day was coming to release the girls and be done with the B Wing. That day was now.

Judy smiled proudly, holding back her emotions, and tried to give an explanation to her little group. "Girls, your time at the Academy has come to an end. You are being given your freedom and your lives back. You've served your time well here, and I'm proud of all of you. Put your time here behind you now and go out and make something of yourselves. You are very strong, and very, very special…each and every one of you!"

The girls were stunned, silent, and disbelieving.

Judy then gave each girl an envelope. Inside each was $5,000 cash.

"The Masters don't want you to live on the street. Besides the money, any belongings you had when you came will be returned. You're welcome to take anything you want from your rooms. And there is a house waiting for you. It's been rented out for six months. You can all stay there until the lease is up. Hopefully by then you will all have places to go."

Judy was surprised to see the long faces. The girls had become so adjusted to their lives at the Academy they couldn't see themselves anywhere else.

"What about you Mistress? Are you going to stay at the house too?" Lisa asked.

"No, my sweet Lisa, I am not. It's time for me to move on. I adore each and every one of you, but now you need to start living your own lives."

Judy clapped her hands.

"Come, we haven't much time. Go to your rooms and put on some summer clothes…and take a bag from the table here with you. Anything you want to take with you put into the bag. Meet me back here in thirty minutes. I will take you to the house."

~

Seven beautiful teens in tight shorts, tight tops, and sandals, holding shopping bags with some clothes and other items (for some, dildos and lingerie), began to follow Mistress Judy down the corridor. They were still confused, not able to grasp the fact that they were really being set free.

As Judy walked by one of the doors on the way out of the Wing, she froze.

"What is it, Mistress?" Lisa asked.

"Oh my god! How could I have forgotten!" Judy cried out, and then began to go through the keys on the large ring she was carrying with her, the one she had taken from the Headmaster's house. She unlocked and opened the janitor's closet, and turned on the light. The girls all stood in utter shock.

~

Debbie Bowen had just turned sixteen, was beautiful, a top student and a superb athlete when Charlie Johnson first took note of her dire family situation. With Debbie's mother terminally ill and no other family, the partners had assured Charlie that if things worked out he could kidnap the girl for himself.

Del Morgan had collected the vital statistics on Debbie during a visit to the Academy. Using a young, handsome associate, Del maneuvered to get Debbie's mother to let the associate handle her will and estate upon her passing. With the legal documents all signed, no one would be looking for Debbie once the mother was out of the picture.

But the whole matter took a lot of time, and the mother kept holding on. Debbie went through her sophomore and junior years with the mother still alive. Charlie almost wanted to snuff the mother, seeing his window of opportunity slipping away. But then, as the fall semester of Debbie's senior year was coming to an end, her mother did pass. Charlie told Debbie that he would be expecting her back for her final semester after the start of the New Year, and Debbie assured him that she would be back to graduate from the Academy.

Several days before the spring semester was ready to start, Charlie called and told Debbie to come and get in early; she could pick a new dormitory room on the top floor and start getting settled in. Debbie was grateful, and two days before the start of the semester, Charlie picked her up himself.

Debbie never did see the inside of a dormitory. Charlie drove her straight to his house on the campus.

"Come inside" he said gleefully, "I've got your schedule already prepared for you."

Debbie couldn't get over how kind and thoughtful Father Johnson was being. He'd even come to her mother's funeral. Debbie couldn't have trusted anyone more.

When Charlie said that Debbie looked tense and was standing behind her, Debbie thought nothing of it. Charlie took the girl's arms behind her and pretended to be stretching them. "Relax, this will help you" he said, pulling Debbie's arms back. But then, in a swift move, Charlie cuffed the girl's wrists together behind her back.

"Father Johnson?"

Charlie pushed Debbie down to the floor and put his knee down in the middle of her back. He quickly took a roll of plastic packaging tape and, trying to hold her strong, kicking legs together, rolled the tape around her ankles several times. He then blindfolded her and put a ball gag in her mouth to muffle her screams. He was quite amused watching her squirm on the floor. Debbie felt Father Johnson's hand in her hair pulling her up to her feet as she struggled to get up without having her hair torn out. Unable to speak or see, she was dragged down the hidden stairs and through the tunnel to the B Wing.

Debbie would not have a pretty room with a large, soft bed and sexy clothes to wear. Charlie stuffed her into a dark closet with nothing but a cement floor under her, and kept her cuffed, blindfolded and gagged in the tiny dark room for the rest of the day.

Charlie rubbed his hands together as he sat in his comfortable living room. "Things couldn't have gone better" he was thinking. He had carefully hidden all of Debbie's belongings along with those of the other B Wing-mates. Then he looked at a picture of Debbie. She was a beauty, with golden-brown hair, large hazel eyes, and a gorgeous smile. She stood 5'6 inches and weighed 120. Her body was lean and muscular, her breasts were small but pert, her hips were wide and her ass was firm and shapely.

After Debbie had been locked away for nearly six hours, he returned, turning the light on in the closet and then taking off the blindfold and pulling out her ball gag.

Debbie had been crying, and her jeans were wet with pee. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked up at Father Johnson. "Why have you done this to me??" Charlie could see the confusion in her tear-stained face.

"Because I can, Debbie" Charlie replied.

Charlie was not a young man. Nearing sixty his hair was cut short, almost a crew cut, and was mostly white. He was a tall, lanky man, six foot two, 180 lbs, with large feet and hands, and a large phallus. His face showed some signs of his age with some deep wrinkles around his eyes, but his smile was still boyish and friendly.

Debbie had been sitting in a corner of the barren closet with its cement floor and cinderblock walls. The room was 8 ft by 8 ft, a jail cell really, and in the center various chains hung from the ceiling. There were also several chains with manacles attached to the floor. The only other object in the room was a gym horse, bolted to the floor and waist high.

"Come girl, up on your feet" Charlie said, pulling Debbie up by her arm. Debbie was thinking he was going to remove her from the small room, but instead he took her to the horse.

"Bend over" he said, pushing the back of her neck over the horse.

Debbie resisted, jerking away and backing up to the wall. "Stay away from me! I don't know what you're trying to do here, but you're not going to do it to me!"

Debbie was panicked and terrified.

Charlie smiled; Debbie wouldn't be any fun if she didn't resist.

"Now, now" Charlie said in his fatherly tone, reaching out to her. "Be a good girl and bend over the horse."

Debbie jumped back, into the corner. "Stay away! I mean it!" she screamed.

Debbie was no match for Charlie who reached out with his long arm and took her by the hair. Debbie was helpless with her wrists and ankles bound, and Charlie threw her body over the horse and strapped her waist down to the top of it.

Charlie stood behind Debbie and took her left foot into his hand, pulling her tennis shoe off. Debbie pulled and twisted and tried to kick to no avail. Then Charlie took off her right shoe. He cut through the tape enough to get her right sock off and put a manacle around her ankle. With her right ankle secured tightly to the floor, he cut the rest of the tape off and let her left leg go free. When Debbie felt Father Johnson start to take her jeans down, she began to scream, twist and jerk violently. She was very athletic, and a pistol. Her left leg was flailing wildly.

"Okay, if that's the way you want it" he said, still pleased with her resolve, and he pulled a chain with a manacle into his hand, then took Debbie's left ankle and locked it in. The chain was pulled taut and secured tightly to the floor. Debbie could not move either of her legs now as her ankles were secured a little over two feet apart from each other on the floor.

Charlie pulled Debbie's shoulder-length golden-brown hair up off her neck and strapped a dog collar around. Even though Debbie tried to twist away from him, with her waist strapped down, her wrists cuffed behind her, and her ankles anchored, she couldn't put a fight. Charlie quickly had the collar on and a small chain attached to the lead ring that he anchored to the floor. Now Debbie could not even lift her head up as she was bent over the gym horse.

Charlie left the room for a moment and then returned with a duffle bag. The first item he needed was scissors. He lifted Debbie's face up by her chin so she could see them, and then smiled. "You wouldn't let me do it the easy way."

Charlie started with her jeans, snipping away until they he could pull them off from her in small pieces of rags. The same for her gray Jockey panties, soaked with pee. Snip, snip, snip went the scissors until Debbie was completely bottomless.

Debbie was sobbing, not believing this. She had been praying a lot during her solitude, but things were only getting worse. She'd heard the stories of abuse and molestation by Priests, but she couldn't believe it was happening to her.

Charlie looked at the fine, white ass. Debbie had a tan line and he could see that the swim suit she wore was conservative, covering up her entire cheeks. He went to his duffle bag and got his paddle, then lifted her face up by her hair so that she had to look at him. He stuffed the ball gag back into her mouth and buckled it around her head tightly.

"This is for your resistance to me!" he scolded. Debbie couldn't speak with the ball gag back in, but tears began to rain down her cheeks again. Charlie walked behind her and took aim at the pretty white ass.

~

No one ever asked Charlie a single question about Debbie not returning to school. They all just assumed she was taking some time off due to her mother's passing. Charlie couldn't have been more pleased.

Debbie had spent three long days chained and bent over the gym horse. All she had consumed were small drinks of water and Gatorade that Charlie had squirted into her mouth.

She was continuously chained down by the waist, ankles, and collar, with a ball gag in her mouth. Most of the time the room was kept completely dark. A plastic pan was placed between her feet to catch her urine and feces. Charlie would come in early in the morning before his first class, remove the ball gag and squirt some water into her mouth. Then he would force a large ring gag into her mouth and fuck her face. Charlie was hung – his cock was nearly eight inches long – and he would pound the back of Debbie's throat making her gag and vomit.

Charlie got violently angry when Debbie would not swallow his semen, and beat her ass with a whip. Two days later her ass was still heavily welted. The next time Charlie fucked Debbie's face, she learned to "take her protein."

Charlie would visit Debbie again after his classes at the end of the day, to once again slip the ring gag in her mouth and "give her more protein…to keep her strong."

After three days over the gym horse, Charlie thought the girl was weakened enough to start obeying. He was right. He stood Debbie up, releasing the strap over her back and the chain on her collar. Her muscles were sore, and she had a hard time just to straighten up. Her legs felt weak, and she could barely stand. Charlie took the opportunity to feel her breasts through her shirt and bra, the only clothing that remained on her body. Debbie cried a little, but was too weak to pull away.

"May we take your shirt off now?" Charlie asked, and Debbie shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Please? You don't want the paddle again, do you?"

Debbie cried harder, shaking her head no, the ball gag still in her mouth.

"You're shaking your head love. What does it mean…'no, you don't want me to paddle you again' or 'no, you don't want your shirt off'? Do you want the paddle?"

Debbie shook her head no.

"Do you want me to take your shirt off?"

Debbie nodded. At this point, what did it matter? He whipped her bare ass…made her pee and shit down her legs into a plastic pan and never emptied it…he raped her mouth with his penis and made her swallow the vile semen.

Charlie pulled out his scissors since he could not remove Debbie's shirt and bra while her hands were still cuffed behind her. It would be the last time Debbie wore clothes as far as Charlie was concerned.

~

It took Debbie a few weeks to become completely docile. She learned quickly that to disobey Father Johnson would only get her strapped over the gym horse for a long, hard whipping. Then she would not get light in her cell for a day…maybe two…except for when Father Johnson came in to rape her. She was forced to swallow down two loads of his semen every day – once in the morning, once in the evening. Her hands had been cuffed behind her back since the day she was abducted by him, and she always had at least one ankle chained to the floor. But she was learning to exercise her arms doing a type of reverse push-up.

Charlie gave Debbie a weekly sponge bath and began to change her "litter box" on a daily basis. If she behaved, she also got a bowl of fresh water to lap from, fresh fruit and oatmeal for breakfast, and a bowl of rice and vegetables for dinner.

Charlie only had sex with Debbie bent over the horse. He never used her mouth without the ring gag as he didn't trust her, but he planned to change that soon. He would bend her over the horse, chain her head down with a long chain from the floor to her collar, and brutally take whichever hole pleased him at the moment. After a brutal rape session, filled with hair pulling and nipple twisting, he would usually release her from the horse.

"Was the sex good?" he would ask a sore and beaten Debbie afterward. If Debbie responded with anything other than a comment such as "Oh yes Father, your cock is so wonderful in my body", she would be put over the horse again for a long, hard whipping.

In fact, Charlie had whipped and paddled Debbie so much and so often during her initial "training" that she already had permanent scars on her ass and the back of her thighs. Sometimes Charlie would whip her just for the fun of it, and to torment her further he would ask her before hand, "Well angel, would you like a nice little whipping?"

Debbie knew she was going to get it anyway, but if she cried or said no, it would be much, much, worse. So she learned to answer "Oh yes Father, please…whip me good!"

"And where should I whip you my child?"

"My ass, please Father! Whip the ass of this naughty child!"

Debbie didn't always get it on her ass. Sometimes Johnson would strap her in reverse position to the horse, bending her over backwards, and whip her breasts, her cunt, her tummy. It was the worst pain Debbie could have ever imagined - to be whipped all over her most tender, sensitive, and intimate places. She never imagined she would beg for someone to whip her ass, but beg she did.

Charlie would often bring his lectures in when he visited Debbie in the evenings. Not only would she be raped and sometimes whipped and beaten, but afterward she would have to endure two or three hours of Father Johnson rehearsing his sermons.

~

For a little over five months Debbie lived in the closet with daily abuse from Father Johnson. She had not seen a ray of sunshine the entire time. Her hair was a mess - nothing but a tangled, ratted nest; her skin was pale white from the lack of sunshine and exercise. She had dark circles under her eyes and bruises, welts, and scars over her entire body. The girls were at first in shock, then became horrified.

The closet smelled horrible – worse than a captive animal living in it. Debbie cowered into a corner when the door opened. She was in total fear; for Charlie had left a pair of large pliers hanging on a chain. He had told Debbie that he was tired of using the ring gag, but that he still couldn't trust her. Therefore, the next time he paid her a visit it would be Saturday and he would have most of the day to spend with her. He would be using the pliers to depilate her teeth. Charlie wanted Debbie to know this, and left the pliers there as a constant reminder of how she would be spending her next Saturday.

To Charlie, Debbie wasn't nearly as much fun anymore as the terrified virgin he initially abducted. Now she was getting even more docile, more accepting of his rapes and beatings. The idea that he would remove her teeth terrified her, and Charlie was playing it out for all it was worth. Of course, for Charlie, he would soon have to snuff out Debbie anyway. Unlike the Masters of the girls in the B Wing, Debbie would have a direct tie back to him if she were ever freed.

"It's okay" Judy said softly to Debbie, the seven girls crouching behind her.

"Who is she?" one of the girls asked.

"Girls, run back and get me a blanket and some clothes…underwear, sandals…whatever else might fit her" Judy said in a hurried tone.

Debbie couldn't believe she'd finally been found, and sobbed hysterically as Judy removed her from her bonds. They wrapped Debbie in a blanket and began walking her out with them. All of the girls suddenly had a sickening feeling; they all knew it could have been them.

~

It was very strange for the girls to walk out of the B Wing and go up the elevator. It had been six years since Lisa first walked through the door and she hadn't seen the other side of it since.

Judy guided them to a large passenger van that belonged to the Academy. In the back were several suitcases and duffle bags. With the girls loaded up, Judy drove them away.

Everyone was silent, looking out the windows at the world they'd been isolated from. The van passed by shopping malls and fast food restaurants, and the girls slowly began to realize that they really were on their way back into society.

When the van finally pulled up the driveway to the rental house, Judy gave a copy of the lease and the keys to Lisa. "It's leased to a Simon Burke. If anyone comes around asking, just say that you are his guest and you don't know when he'll be back. Just remember that you have to be out before January first."

With that Judy began unloading the suitcases. The girls all stood dumbfounded, watching her. They still couldn't believe they were free.

Lisa began to cry as she hugged Judy. "Oh Mistress, I hope you will be coming to visit and keep in touch. I love you so much!"

With that all of the girls began to cry. Judy hated teary good-byes, and after a quick hug to each girl she jumped in the van and sped off. Judy could never see them again.

~

The girls found the house furnished with four bedrooms. Two of the bedrooms had double beds, the other two had queen beds. The girls would have to share rooms.

"Let's take this one Am" April said, choosing one of the rooms with double beds.

Amber had quite enough of April around during bed time and said flatly "I'm rooming with Lisa." April felt dejected.

Amber looked at the suitcase Marcia had packed for her three years prior. She threw it up on the kitchen table and opened it.

Amber began to cry when she saw some of her old clothes, the memories of her father as her years with him became vivid. Then she pulled out a large manila envelope. Inside were her and April's passports, birth certificates, and pictures of their mother and father. There was also a legal document. Amber began to scan through it. Something to do with her father's life insurance and a trust.

~

"Woohoo!" Julie hollered as she slammed down a bottle of beer she'd pulled out of the refrigerator. Suddenly all of the girls felt the excitement. They were free!

The girls had a week-long party. Everything they felt they'd missed out on they had to do. MTV blared from the television, the stereo blasted out top-40 songs. Catalogs and magazines were strewn all about.

The trash cans were stuffed with soda pop bottles and pizza boxes and cheeseburger wrappers.

The girls had forgotten what it was like to be free. They could get up when they wanted, eat whatever and whenever they wanted, watch television again, dress how they wanted, and sex was an option, not a requirement.

Amber and Lisa were exclusive lovers, and not only slept together, but often took long afternoon naps. April was tired of sex with girls, and her roomie, Amanda, felt the same way: she had licked enough pussy to satisfy her for the rest of her life. The twins kept to themselves and shared a room and a bed together, and Julie took Debbie under her wing.

Julie was the perfect match for Debbie. Debbie needed a lot of tender care and had a lot of healing to do. Julie, with her warm and affectionate way, nursed Debbie back to health. She helped Debbie bathe, fed her, and tried to put the notion that her life was not over back into her head.

After several days the girls became more somber. They began to reflect on their time in the B Wing. They were not bitter, and still missed Judy. They also missed Rosalie's delicious home made soups and the invigorating outdoor workouts. Even the sex, for the most part, had often been exciting and pleasurable.

The girls also began to share stories. They learned that they all had one thing in common: no family. All had been selected for the B Wing because no one would ever miss them.

Then one morning they received an anonymous envelop in the mailbox. Inside of it was a newspaper clipping.

"Pastor Drowns in Boating Mishap" it began, and the girls read further to learn of Father Johnson's death in a boating "accident." It had happened the day before the girls were released. Debbie read it and wept. She had no need now for recourse or revenge, and Julie knew that Debbie would be a step nearer to finding closure to the torment she'd suffered.

The rest of the girls were unmoved by the news of Father Johnson. They had no contact with him after that first day at the Academy. In fact, no one felt a need for revenge toward anyone, and none of them really cared to ever identify a Master. That part of their lives was over, and they would look back upon most of it without many regrets.

Charlie Johnson had left a work order just before his death. A demolition crew was to begin destruction of the fall-out shelter. It really wasn't Charlie's doing, but nobody would know that now. The fall-out shelter was to be imploded and turned into a new gymnasium and swimming pool. The demolition crew had found it strange that neatly furnished rooms full of sexy clothing and nice furniture would be destroyed with the structure, but the work order made it clear. A week after the girls had vacated, dynamite and explosives had destroyed the last remnants of the B Wing.

~

Ten weeks after residing at the rental house, Kara and Kayla made an announcement. The twins stood there smiling, wearing matching outfits: tight, low-rider denim jeans and tight, white tube tops. Each had her hair in a pony tail. Even after years, none of the other girls could tell them apart.

"We're moving out!" one of the twins said excitedly.

It had turned out that the twins were at the mall celebrating their eighteenth birthday, when a movie producer had spotted them and offered his card.

"We're always looking for identical twins for commercials and movies. And you two are very pretty. I would love to arrange a screen test for you. Call me."

"I'm interested!" Kayla said excitedly, and Kara smiled joyfully at the producer.

The next day the twins had gone for a screen test. Upon learning that the twins had no family and were nearly broke, the producer invited the twins to live with him in his spacious Malibu home.

"You two know what he really wants from you, don't you?" Julie asked.

"If you mean sex, that's what we're hoping for!" the twins beamed.

~

Soon after the twins left, April had an announcement of her own. She had met a man, and was moving in with him. He was a very handsome twenty-eight year old with Italian heritage. Age was certainly not an issue any longer for any of the girls. But the most important thing for April was not just that her new "boyfriend" was a good lover, but that he loved to do her in the ass.

Soon after April, the rest of the girls left. Amanda decided to separate from the others and her memories of the Academy and start fresh. She found a job, rented a room from a family, and began working on her GED so she could go to college.

Julie had been such a good care taker to Debbie, that when Debbie finally sorted through her documents and remembered that she had a sizable sum in her trust from her mother's estate, she decided to take care of Julie. The two girls moved to Seattle for a change in scenery and would live off of Debbie's trust until they could decide what to do with their lives.

Amber had been investigating the legal document she found in her suitcase. She had called the law firm listed on the letterhead, and they told her that she would need to come in and meet with counselor. Amber had put it off for a long time, but finally she got a taxi and went to the law firm in downtown Los Angeles.

It turned out that Amber's and April's father had a sizable life insurance policy that was paid into a trust. The policy paid $5 million, and it had been sitting in a trust for Amber and April for five years. The trust was now worth over $8 million. Once one of the girls was at least eighteen years of age, the trust money was theirs. Amber's and April's luck was finally changing. Amber called April to tell her the news - they were millionaires.

~

With Amber and Lisa the "empty nesters", Amber took Lisa's face in her hands. "I'll never leave you!" she said to her beautiful lover, and Lisa embraced Amber. The two girls decided to move, and rented a large, old house on a quiet street.

One day as the two teens were sipping iced Mochas at a coffee café in the nearby shopping mall, Amber watched a pretty young teen walk by and followed the girl's ass with her eyes. Another pair of young teens walked by a moment later, and Lisa and Amber both followed them with their eyes.

Amber and Lisa were quite a sight themselves.

Amber had grown into an eighteen year old blonde bombshell. She had on some mascara and pink lip gloss, which matched the color of her long nails. She had grown two more inches since her first days at the Academy, all of it in her legs, and her ass was still tight and sexy. Her pretty white sundress was clinging to her and her sunglasses were riding on the top of her silky blonde hair.

Lisa looked as gorgeous as the day Amber first laid eyes on her. Her dark hair was still long and lustrous, her large, dark eyes were still the sexiest Amber had ever seen. And Amber continued to lust over Lisa's perfect body.

"You know Lees, I wouldn't mind a young girl or two around the house…a cute thirteen or fourteen year old who needs some guidance" Amber commented.

"Mmmm…I like the way you think Amber…even eleven or twelve would be okay with me. We could make sure they get broken in the right way" Lisa replied, grinning mischievously.

Amber smiled as a younger girl walked by with her mother.

"We could give them a cozy place down in the basement…buy them some sexy clothes to wear…teach them what service to a Mistress is all about" Amber added playfully.

The girls smiled some more and sipped down some more of their iced Mochas.

"Yep," Amber thought to herself, "that's just what they needed to do. Find a couple of young runaways and give them a cozy place to stay...lots of sexy clothes to wear. They wouldn't need to go to school…not for a while anyway. Amber and Lisa would give them an education of their own liking. It would be just like it was at the Academy. Only this time Amber and Lisa would be running things.

Amber and Lisa both watched a pair of preteen blondes strutting by. Amber turned to Lisa and Lisa knew exactly what Amber was thinking. "Ten, eleven, twelve… all perfect ages, don't you think?" Amber asked.

"Yes I do Mistress Amber" Lisa responded with a wink of the eye.

"Let's do it!" Amber said excitedly.

"Let's!" Lisa chirped.

The girls high-fived and finished their coffee drinks. They had a lot of planning to do.

~

Christopher Thomas was on his jet heading to Bucharest. He would begin his selection of two or three girls to occupy a special section of the new dormitory wing they were building on to the orphanage there. If he was lucky, maybe he would find a pair of pretty sisters.

He was thinking fondly of his girls – the twins, April, Amber, Lisa, Julie, and Amanda. What a special group they were. Chris knew he was going it alone now. The partners were all retired from the venture. But as his partners gave up their pursuit, Chris knew that others like him - those who appreciated the innocence and the sweetness of a young teen - would be finding ways to feed their hunger.

Yes, others were out there who would carry on the legacy of his retired partners. He was sure of it.

The End