Feature Writer: Julie20
Feature Title: PUNISHED AT ST. SADE’S 3
Published: 29.02.2012
Story Codes: Fetish
Synopsis: Fallen Sister
Punished at St Sade’s 3
At twenty-five Sister Fortitude was not much older than the eighteen year old girls at St Sade’s whom she took for Gym lessons. When she was really honest with herself she had to admit to a tingle whenever she happened to go into the changing room and find herself surrounded by fresh young eighteen year old girls wriggling out of wet swimming costumes or running, with pert breasts jiggling, into the showers to wash off the mud so that their glistening white bodies came into view.
Fortitude definitely did not “prey” on her girls but every so often one would appeal to her in a very special way. One such was dear Tara and their secret meetings at which they revelled in each other’s warm bodies were well worth the incredible risks involved. Fortitude had been deeply upset when the harsh regime at St Sade’s had swept sweet Tara back into the junior wing of the school. Father Worthy, who oversaw discipline, had detected a character flaw in Tara and decreed that she should spend an indefinite time in a class of ten year olds where she would wear horrible maroon knickers and her sweet breasts would be imprisoned in a plain white vest. Being treated as a little girl instead of the young woman which she was would be a burning humiliation for poor Tara which was the whole point of the punishment.
Although Fortitude would miss Tara greatly she was extremely relieved that her own relationship with the girl had remained hidden. The penalty which would descend upon Fortitude if the secret had come out did not bear contemplation.
It was exactly one week after Tara’s demotion when, after breakfast, Reverend Mother said that she would like to see Fortitude in her study at 6pm. The order was not given with any venom and could have arisen from any one of several quite routine reasons so Fortitude was not at all worried. If she had known what awaited her she may well have run out of the gates and never returned.
That evening Fortitude knocked and was bidden to enter. Reverend Mother was seated behind her huge desk and the only chair was occupied by a thickset woman with a short masculine hairstyle. She wore a severe black business suit and a crisp white blouse buttoned right to the throat. Reverend Mother did not waste any time in pleasantries as she introduced the visitor.
“This is Sister Stringent who is our new games mistress and senior year head.”
Fortitude’s mouth fell open.
“But I’m the…”
Feeling awkward she stopped and Reverend Mother continued in a voice which sounded like Doom.
“It would have been better for you to have confessed your indecency with Tara and all those who went before her but now your past sins have caught up with you, child. Your immoral lover has been demoted thus leaving a gap in the Sixth Form. That gap will be filled by yourself.”
Fortitude was not sure that she was hearing correctly. Were they really going to make her one of the girls? As Gym Mistress it had been her role to berate girls for laziness and to oblige them to run the cross country course in the rain to toughen them up. She remembered how, in the gymnasium, she had made the girls stretch backwards so that every detail of their puffy labia pressed against their tight shorts as if they were naked to her eyes. Girls can be far crueller than boys and there would be many scores to be settled.
Fortitude begged for another punishment and she pleaded that what was being proposed was far too harsh for her to endure. Reverend Mother was angered by her whimpering and replied with some force.
“This is not a proposal. It is your just punishment. For as long as you are permitted to remain with us you will no longer be called Sister Fortitude. Your name will be Sister Fallen and you will remain with us until we decide otherwise. Your vows bind you to us as does the fact that you have no money and nowhere else to go. If you did leave us your crimes against the girls in your care would be made known to the authorities.
“As Sister Fallen you will sleep in Dorcas Dormitory.”
This last news almost made Fortitude fall to her knees. The Dorm Captain in Dorcas was a lazy and overweight girl called Tamsin with whom Fortitude had been very strict. Tamsin was the worst kind of bully who could inflict bitter pain and humiliation and then smile and appear the perfect angel. Her father was incredibly wealthy and had donated many thousands of pounds to school funds so Tamsin could do no wrong. Fortitude had done some research on Tamsin’s father and found that he was a pornographer and owner of several “Clubs” which were in fact brothels and he also owned a company which manufactured shackles and all kinds of restraints and bondage equipment. Despite all this, he was described at St Sade’s as a successful businessman. Such is the power of wealth.
To be in Tamsin’s power was a terrible fate and yet, to her intense embarrassment, Fallen found that the tiny muscles between her legs were tensing and she was actually moistening. She had always known that her character included a shameful kink which seemed to crave punishment and this had been fed by her visits to Father Worthy during her years at St Sade’s. Fallen had never been touched by a man in a consensual way but it was in the annex where Father Worthy dealt out correction that she had lost her maidenly virtue.
Reverend Mother had now stood up and extended a hand towards the terrifying form of Sister Stringent.
“Sister Stringent will now prepare you for your new, lowered status.”
When Stringent stood up Fallen could see that she was tall and thickset like a Russian shot putter. She stood immediately in front of her victim and gave a curt command.
“Get your hands on your head.”
It was impossible to disobey and Stringent’s hands went straight to the waistband of the smaller woman’s tracksuit. Without the slightest pause she stripped the garment down to the ground exposing Fallen’s slightly damp and very brief lilac cotton briefs. Sister Fallen was horribly aware of Reverend Mother watching the whole process and condemning her for such immodest underwear.
Stringent gripped the bottom of the tracksuit top and pulled upwards so that Fallen was forced to raise her arms over her head for the garment to be dragged off as if the large nun were undressing a small child for bed. Now Fallen’s little bra was on show with the curve of her breasts very much in evidence. The bra was the next thing to come off and Fallen felt the cold air on her nipples making them stand to attention as if yearning for Tara’s sweet touch.
Next the briefs were dragged down and off and then there was that awkward dancing on one leg as trainers and socks were shed and briefs and trousers were disentangled from Fallen’s feet.
The recently deposed Gym Mistress felt horribly vulnerable and ashamed to be standing naked under the disapproving glare of the two other women. Stringent turned to a small pile of clothing which was folded atop a low cabinet and ordered Fallen to get dressed.
It was not the same uniform as worn by the girls. It seemed that a special uniform had been assembled for Fallen to make her stand out. There were five identical pairs of grey gym knickers, seven pairs of grey kneesocks, three grey blouses, one pair of black gym shoes and one grey gymslip. The two ugly, functional sports brassieres were also grey and too small so that Fallen felt she was being squeezed when she put one on.
Sister Fallen was nearly in tears as she dressed and found that the knickers were one size too small so they pinched at the legs, did not pull all the way up and squeezed uncomfortably underneath. She was horrified at the shortness of the gymslip which showed an indecent amount of white thigh and would make it very difficult to avoid showing her pants like a stupid, careless little girl.
No sooner was Fallen dressed than Reverend Mother said she had just ten minutes to take her spare clothing to her locker in Dorcas Dorm and then get to evening chapel. She fled from the room with her little pile of spare clothing over one arm. Her hair had fallen over her face and her cheeks were wet with tears. She knew that she was scarlet as she could feel her cheeks burning. Mercifully all the girls were in Prep so she made it to the dorm meeting no-one apart from two women teachers who, just an hour ago, had been her equals on the staff. They did not speak to her but the expressions on their faces conveyed their disgust for her.
It was the work of a moment to put her clothing into the small locker beside the narrow bed and then dash downstairs to join the girls who were making their way into chapel. Again no-one spoke but hands were put to faces and there was much giggling, staring and whispering.
Fallen squeezed into the end of a pew and the girl next to her opened her mouth in disbelief when she recognised her then turned to the girl on her other side and began furious whispering. It was a normal evening service and Fallen was glad that talking during chapel was forbidden. When the service ended Reverend Mother came to the front of the chapel and said that she had a regrettable announcement to make. She then commanded Sister Fallen to come forward.
Fallen felt like a terrified child as she made her way to the front and was made to stand facing her former pupils as Reverend Mother recited her crimes. Each word was like a slap and Sister Fallen kept her eyes firmly on the floor as she felt herself shrinking smaller and smaller.
Reverend Mother explained about the change of name and then the former gym teacher became aware that the pedagogue had taken a large cardboard sign from a seat behind her. A girl from the front row was invited to come forward and, on behalf of the whole school, to hang the sign over Fallen’s head by the loop of string attached.
To her horror, Sister Fallen saw that the sign was written in large black letters and she heard Reverend Mother say that it was to be worn every day as part of Fallen’s grey punishment uniform. As a deeper humiliation Reverend Mother ordered Fallen to read the sign aloud and then she made her read it again as the first time her voice was not sufficiently loud.
“I am a disgusting pervert who shamefully abused my position of trust.”
After chapel the girls had a free hour before bed. This time was normally spent in the common room reading or playing board games but Reverend Mother ended her diatribe against Fallen by saying the Dorcas dorm may go to their dorm early to give them time to get to know their new girl.
Fallen could not believe that Mother could be so stupidly naive or so horribly sadistic. Surely it must be obvious to her how Tamsin would spend a whole hour “getting to know” the gym mistress who had given her so many detentions.
Fallen could not have been more miserable or scared as she went up to the dorm surrounded by her new dorm mates who all took the opportunity to slyly poke her or pinch her on the way. When they arrived in the dorm and Tamsin very carefully closed the door Fallen was already bruised with the spittle of several girls running down her face and hair.
A ring of girls formed around Tamsin and Fallen and Tamsin was wearing a horrible grin.
“Well Sister Fallen what are we going to do with you? We shall have to be very careful now that we have a pervert in the dorm won’t we.”
“Look Tamsin, I…..”
Tamsin barked at her to shut up and get down on her knees. Fallen hesitated and then, knowing she was beaten, slowly obeyed. Tamsin continued to speak in her awful, slightly lisping voice.
“Reverend Mother will believe whatever I tell her and I can get her to do whatever I want or Daddy will stop giving money to the school. If you once disobey me I will have you going around the school all day stark naked with men teachers leering at you or perhaps I could get Mother to put you on a lead so I could lead you around on hands and knees. You could kneel under my desk and lick me out in lessons. Would you like that Bitch?”
Despite the tears welling up in her eyes and the bile in her throat Fallen had to bite back the reply “Yes please Miss”. Now that she was here totally under the control of this vicious schoolgirl Fallen was tapping reserves of shame and submission which she had kept down for most of her life. She did not understand why this situation was making her soooo desperately tingly in her most private places but she knew that she wanted everything Tamsin could dream up.
Tamsin ordered Fallen to stay on her knees and strip so that the dorm could see exactly what they were dealing with. Of course the horrible, humiliating sign had to remain around her neck. Fallen denuded herself to the tune of raucous laughter filling the room as everyone saw that her underwear matched her grey punishment uniform. The underwear was soon on the floor and about twenty girls were staring at their ex teacher’s naked pussy and breasts and making horrible, demeaning comments.
Tamsin and another girl slowly took Fallen’s arms and moved her onto her back on her bed where she instinctively hunched up with her legs together. Tamsin stood back grinning evilly.
“Don’t be shy Miss. Get your legs open and show us your pussy.”
Fallen knew that there was no point in arguing so she slowly obeyed but her nerve almost failed her in obeying the next command.
“Let’s see you amuse yourself. Get your hand down there and show us how wet you can make it, show us how to do it properly.”
Utterly defeated, Fallen moved her hand between her legs and began to stroke her pussylips. Almost of its own accord, her hand began to grind more firmly and then her fingertips were touching her tiny hot button. Ever since that horrible evening service in chapel Fallen had been becoming more and more tense and since Tamsin began to dominate her the dark need in her mind had been growing in its intensity.
Soon her head was back and she had two hands, moist with her juices, sliding in and out of her slit. Her knees were bent and her feet were digging into the mattress as she gasped and moaned much to the delight of her audience. She knew that her climax was not far away and when it came it caused cheers to run around the group of girls who were enjoying the show. Despite the massive erotic charge running through Fallen’s body it was bitterly shaming to be forced to so demean herself for the entertainment of this hunting pack. Her rational mind was almost out of action and Fallen would have found it impossible to say whether she loathed this treatment or craved even more of it.
“Go on Tammy, show her your special weapon.”
This cry was taken up by several of the girls and Tamsin went to her locker returning with an implement which made Fallen genuinely scared. It was a wooden phallus complete with a huge carved ball sac at one end. The weapon was slightly curved upwards with a bulbous tip and its length and girth were surely much larger than would be possible in the genuine article.
Fallen found the phallus pushed into her hands and she lowered it towards her opening then pressed it to her warm flesh. The item was perfectly smooth and felt wonderfully sensuous in her slippery hands as she eased it inwards feeling it stretching her. She groaned as she pressed the intruder home but she knew that she would not stop. There was a delicious ache as the hard wood filled all the available space pressing against the straining walls and then she was working it in and out and revelling in the cheers of the girls. If they wanted a show she would give them a show the like of which they had never seen before.
Sometime after her brain ceased keeping accurate records Fallen was laying on her back with her legs splayed and the wooden weapon lying on the bed between them. She was sighing deeply as her mind floated on a sea of endorphins but she was dimly aware of the sweat slicking her entire body and the dull ache which seemed to fill her whole lower body. The message was running around the dorm that it was not long till lights out and someone raised the concern that the new girl was so sexed up that she might rape them all as they slept. This was taken up by other voices and someone suggested that they ought to restrain her to ensure their safety.
Fallen only offered token resistance as a dressing gown cord was fetched and girlish hands raised her to a sitting position to that they could work behind her securing her wrists. Most of these girls had learned knots in Guides so they knew how to ensure that knots did not come undone and they were very thorough in winding the cord around both wrists and then twisting it in between the wrists knotting it at every stage. They did have the decency to throw a blanket over their victim and then she was lying there helpless and naked as, all around her, nubile girls stripped off their clothing and paraded in front of her taunting her.
“Did Tara do this for you? I bet you’d like to get your hands on this…..do you like my pussy?….Did Tara have a nice bum like mine?…Could she wobble her boobs like this?”
Eventually they were all in bed and the lights went out. Fallen lay there, trying to wriggle into the most comfortable position which she could find. It was maddening that she could not get her fingers anywhere near to her pussy or her nips but eventually she slept.
As Fallen had done everything which Tamsin demanded, what happened the next morning was bitterly unfair but people like Tamsin do not need to be fair. The housemaster in charge of Dorcas dorm was Father Gentle, a small, mild mannered man. His timing was unerring in that he always managed to make his morning rounds at exactly the time when the maximum number of girls were running around in their underwear or just pulling on their bra. When Father Gentle arrived that morning he was met by a chorus of girls.
“Sir, Sister Fallen was doing things to herself last night.”
“She was making really loud noises Sir. We thought she was ill.”
“We didn’t want to tell but it’s for her own good isn’t it Sir?”
“The bed was going up and down and everything Sir.”
With each word poor Fallen felt smaller and smaller. When she had been a colleague of Father Gentle they had got on really well and it was unspeakable to have her masturbatory practices paraded before him like this. St Sade’s treated “self abuse” very seriously and Fallen knew that Father Gentle would have to respond to the complaints which he was hearing. He just said that he would take steps that night before bed to ensure that the offence was not repeated and to make clear to Fallen that such disgraceful behaviour was unacceptable. So Fallen would have to spend the whole day wondering what punishment awaited her that night.
The girls made their way down to breakfast and, while they were eating, Sister Stringent came to their table and said that Sister Fallen had to report to Mr Grunge the caretaker and grounds man after breakfast. She was to assist him all morning and then join the girls for Gym after lunch.
Grunge was a tall man who was universally known to be “creepy”. He could not look at a girl without making it very clear that he was mentally undressing her and all the girls avoided him. A morning with Grunge was the last thing which Fallen wanted but she made her way to the tiny room which was his sanctum. The room contained his steel bucket and mop and it smelt of bleach. One wall was taken up by metal shelving containing bottles of cleaning fluid of various types.
When she arrived the delight on Grunge’s face was all too clear. She had been placed under his command for the morning and he was going to enjoy himself. He spoke in his broad rural accent.
“Reverend Mother says you’re to take off your dress and blouse so’s not to get ’em dirty.”
There was no point in arguing. The room was small so Grunge was about three feet in front of her as she shed her gymslip and grey blouse exposing her horrible bra and grey gym knickers. The knickers were so tight that she was sure she was displaying every detail of her pussylips clearly outlined against the cloth as if she were nude. Grunge could not help revelling in his sense of power.
“Not so haughty now are we Miss?”
“No Mr Grunge.”
Her morning mission was to polish all the ground floor corridor floors so she set out with her bucket and polishing cloth to the far end of the school intending to work from one end of the building to the other. Of course she was on her knees the whole time and she found the corridors to be very busy. There always seemed to be girls being sent on errands from one class to another or teachers hurrying about or members of the admin staff going about their business. No-one spoke to her but people would whisper to each other as they went past and she felt male eyes on her buttocks as well as on the puffy swelling of her pussy which was in the air as she bent to her work with her face scarlet and her hair falling into her eyes.
The worst time was when the bell sounded for change of lessons when the corridors would fill with girls rushing between classes. One girl, the horrible Shirley Quick, deliberately kicked over the bucket of soapy water causing a great outbreak of giggling among her followers. As Fallen knelt in the puddle of water with soap suds on her face and her bra soaking where she had been splashed, Shirley put on her most polite voice.
“I am so sorry I got you all wet Miss Pervert.”
After lunch Fallen joined the girls filing into the changing room where Stringent was waiting for them. She announced that they would be going on a cross country run which was not a popular idea at all as it had recently rained and the course would be very muddy. Stringent then turned to Fallen and her words made it clear that she intended to stamp her authority very firmly upon her predecessor.
“As Sister Fallen has the advantage of training and has been keeping fit in exercise of various types (pause for giggles of embarrassment) it seems only fair for her to be handicapped in the run. Sister Fallen will be naked for the run.”
A gasp went around the room and Fallen’s mouth fell open in silent horror. All she could do was to denude herself and then wait for the other girls to get into vests and gym skirts. The whole school would have been able to look out of classroom windows and see a pack of girls jogging out into the woodland with one very pink girl in their midst.
Fallen was horribly aware of her bouncing breasts and of her bare feet squelching in the mud. The other girls in their gym shoes had much better grip as they ran but Fallen was having difficulty in keeping from sliding around and her legs soon became much muddier than any of the others. She felt really vulnerable with the cool air blowing her pubic bush and the girls behind her watching her quite ample buttocks jiggle as she ran.
They rounded a corner in the track which they were following and saw the course wend its way out into the rough country but Julie, the girl at the front of the pack, stopped running.
“Are we going to take the short cut?”
Beside the track ran the wooden fence to the orchard. If they hopped over the fence and then crossed the orchard they could rejoin the track about half a mile before it went back to the school buildings. By common consent all the girls climbed over the fence and Fallen went with them quite enjoying the feeling of, for once, being one of the group.
Running on the grass of the orchard was much easier than the muddy lane where they had been but suddenly the leading girls stopped and turned back causing them to collide with the girls behind. The reason was obvious; Grunge’s Land Rover was parked a little way ahead and no girl dressed in a short games skirt wanted to meet Grunge. What he would do if he encountered a completely naked runner did not bear thinking about.
There was a hurried conversation and it was decided that Fallen would have to hide in the drainage ditch and wait for Grunge to drive away. If the whole pack stopped he would be bound to come and investigate what they were doing so it seemed safest for the pack to run on and rely on safety in numbers to keep them safe from his lecherous clutches. Fallen would be able to follow the pack as soon as Grunge was out of the way. As they had taken the short cut she would still have plenty of time to get back to school in the allotted time.
Fallen was actually grateful as the girls helped her down into the ditch full of freezing, muddy water and made sure that she could not be seen then they ran on and she was alone desperately hoping to hear the sound of the Land Rover starting up and driving away.
If Grunge had been wearing his normal Wellingtons Fallen would have heard his approach but, as it was, the first she knew of his presence was when a pair of worn old shoes appeared on the lip of the ditch in which she was cowering. She looked up as he towered above her and literally looked down his nose at her. There was nowhere to run; she had been caught.
“Cheating on a run are we Miss? I wonder what Sister Stringent would do to a girl who cheated in her first lesson.”
Fallen thought of Stringent’s powerful arms and knew that she would be able to swing a cane more viciously than most men and that any caning would certainly not be carried out in private. She thought of herself bruised and sobbing, probably naked, in front of the entire school. The helpless girl meekly came up out of the ditch in response to Grunge’s command and stood with one arm over her breasts and the other going down to cover her bush as the water dripped from her shivering body. It occurred to her to wonder if the whole situation had been contrived — the short cut, Grunge just happening to be waiting for her, the other girls running on.
Grunge’s huge rough hand gripped her left breast making her wince and he pushed her backwards so that her back was against an apple tree. Now, still mauling her soft breast, he allowed his other hand to stroke her pussy furr. Fallen swallowed but she was aware of having very mixed emotions. She was frightened of what Grunge was about to do to her but somehow her fear and total powerlessness were having an unwanted effect on her. She did not want to enjoy this and it was horrible to think of doing so and yet there was a definite tingling deep in her lower belly.
Grunge was working on her right breast now and the hand between her legs had found her pussylips which it was groping with no pretence of gentleness or technique. He was being very rough with her delicate parts and causing her to writhe against the rough trunk of the tree. She could not help gasping and pleading for him to stop but that only encouraged him and he began to ram his fingers inside her. He had taken his hand from her breast now and was using it to unzip himself and take out his erect manhood.
There was no more foreplay. As soon as the obscene phallus was free he pressed his sweaty body to hers and rammed into her then, with much swearing and grunting, he was withdrawing and ramming again. Fallen could not keep silent but she was desperately trying to keep her cries muted so that they did not reach the school.
Grunge was completely oblivious to the fact that he was hurting her quite badly as his manhood filled her channel and thrust up towards her vital organs. When he was sated and had shot his hot semen into her he withdrew with semen covering her pussy hair. Fallen slumped to a sitting position on the wet grass and her back scraped against the tree on the way down. Her legs were wide apart displaying her red, violated intimate parts. Her nose was running and she hated herself for the fact that there were tears running down her cheeks.
But Grunge was not yet finished. He entwined one hand in her hair dragging her forward to her knees and steered her face to his groin. He issued a guttural command which was almost unintelligible but the gist of it was all too clear as he guided her mouth to his now semi erect organ. She had no choice but to take him in her mouth and he shouted at her to put some effort into it. His hand in her hair was forcing her head back and forth and each forward stroke made the intruder touch the back of her throat making her choke. Her lips were locked onto the shaft which tasted of salt and other things which she did not like to think about.
He had sprung to full erection now and his semen filled her mouth and ran down her chin. With a cry of triumph he threw her backwards onto the ground and stood over her as he zipped himself up.
“I reckon I should do Reverend Mother a favour and give you the thrashing you deserves.”
Fallen had taken enough punishment and she vigorously shook her head although she was, at present unable to speak.
Once again his hand was in her hair and he sat himself on a thick tree root pulling his victim over his knees so that her face was down in the long grass. When the first slap landed it made her whole body shake and a scream leapt from her mouth.
He spanked her furiously while keeping one hand pressed down on the back of her neck. Fallen could not keep from struggling and incoherently pleading with him to stop. It went on and on long after the point when her entire bottom was sore and bruised. When he eventually finished spanking he rammed his fingers between her legs and into her slit. He worked at her until her bottom was bucking uncontrollably and her screams of pain had become the wild cries of unwanted orgasm.
Then she found herself flung onto her back where she curled up trying to shut out the sound of his raucous laughter as he walked back to his Land Rover and drove off. She did not know how long she lay there but in the end it was the cold which made her pull herself painfully to her feet and walk back to school.
By now the runners had showered and changed back into their school uniform and half a dozen girls, including Tamsin, were standing on the steps to cheer her home. She had not taken the time to wash the dried semen from her face and hair and she knew that there was no disguising what she had been doing. Stringent must have been standing just inside the door because she emerged when Fallen was about to enter the building.
“We will not have such dirt in the school. You wash there.”
Fallen looked to where the teacher was pointing and miserably noted the horse trough full of rainwater. Much to the mirth of the watching girls, Fallen had to climb into the cold water and Stringent stood over her repeatedly forcing her head under the water so that she bounced up choking and with strings of mucous hanging from her nostrils.
After her washing in the horse trough Fallen was allowed to drip her way to the changing rooms for a shower and then to put on her grey punishment uniform complete with its humiliating cardboard sign. For the rest of the day groups of giggling girls would steal surreptitious glances at Fallen as they whispered among themselves.
“Howled like a bitch.”
“Grunge gave her a proper seeing to”.
“Serve her right.”
“She obviously enjoyed it.”
Fallen spent the time in a perpetual blush.
At bedtime all the girls were in a rush to get into their nightclothes before Father Gentle came in to carry out the punishment for Fallen’s reported masturbation of the previous night. By now Fallen had drawn a long, white school nightdress from the school stores. When Gentle came into the dorm Fallen’s worst fears were confirmed as she saw the heavy white canvas and broad leather straps hanging over his arm. The jacket was an accepted method of discouraging nocturnal self groping but was only used for the most persistent cases. Those girls who were not already in bed quickly got into bed as Gentle walked up to Fallen.
“Now you must realise um, Sister, that we have to do this for your own good. If we can make it impossible for you to, um, abuse yourself you will find the urges will decrease. The canvas will make you quite hot at night so I think we’d better have the um, the nightie off now. Nice and quick now.”
This was going to be very embarrassing. Only last week Fallen had sat in the staff room drinking coffee with Father Gentle as an equal and now he was going to be allowed an unrestricted view of her naked body but there was nothing she could do. Not looking at him, she dragged the white gown over her head and put it on her bed. She kept her arms across the front of her body but, of course, she had to move them when he held up the strait jacket for her. She pushed her arms into the broad sleeves and Father Gentle went behind her leaving the straps at the front of the garment dangling between her legs.
Then Father Gentle dragged on the straps attached to the ends of the arms and her arms were painfully pulled across her breasts and around behind her back. He used all his strength to pull the straps to the tightest notch possible and Fallen felt the strain on her shoulders and realised that she was now completely helpless. Still behind her, Gentle reached for the straps between her legs and dragged them backwards and upwards to connect them to the buckles attached to the back of her collar. Now she had a wide canvas gusset flattening everything between her legs and her whole body was encased in canvas with just her legs and behind bare.
“Lay on the floor please now.”
So he was going to make her spend the night on the dorm floor as an example to all the other girls. Lowering herself to the floorboards without the use of her arms was awkward but soon she was lying on her back and Father Gentle bent down to her holding a broad strip of canvas with straps at each end. He wound the canvas tightly around her ankles and lower calves and buckled it as tightly as he could but there was one more humiliating restraint to be applied.
This was a wide canvas gag which went around her mouth so that it pushed between her teeth and buckled at the back of her head.
“We don’t want you disturbing the other girls do we Fallen?”
He stood over her giving a brief lecture to Fallen and to the whole dorm about self abuse and then he was gone. Of course all the girls left their beds and formed a ring looking down at their former gym mistress. Some of then stepped over her and then they began to strip off their nightdresses and parade their naked bodies over and around her.
“I bet you’d like to get your hands on this like you did with Tara. How does it feel to have it so close but out of reach Miss?”
There was much laughter as girls displayed their pussies and jiggled various sized breasts at the helpless young woman then Tamsin announced that she had an idea. She organised for two girls to roll Fallen onto her belly and then she stood before her and very slowly removed her own nightdress. Next Tamsin removed Fallen’s gag. Tamsin took a pillow from Fallen’s bed and placed it on the floor near Fallen’s head then she very carefully sat down on the pillow and spread her legs. Fallen’s entire field of vision was filled by Tamsin’s thick pubic hair with white flesh and the black slit running down the centre. Tamsin used her fingers to pull her cunny open.
“Come on now, let’s see you move forward like a little white maggot.”
The strait jacket at the back only came down to just above Fallen’s buttocks with the strap separating the cheeks. The bare buttocks were an inviting target and Fallen knew that to disobey Tammy would bring painful retribution so she inched forward until her nose was almost between Tamsin’s labia.
Tammy began to rock back and forth and she ordered Fallen to go to work with her tongue. When Fallen had been with Tara what they had done had been an expression of affection and shared enjoyment but this was plain sexual slavery. Fallen forced herself to lick Tamsin’s smooth skin where it was bald with the hair around the perimeter but still wisps of hair found their way into her mouth. Sometimes Tamsin would pull backwards so Fallen was left straining forward with her tongue waggling against empty air much to the mirth of the audience.
At other times Tamsin moved forward and ordered her slave to get her tongue right inside or to pay attention to her lovebud.
“If you can make me cum I will let someone else have a turn.”
All the while Fallen’s tender breasts were pressing into her arms and the weight of her body was restricting the blood flow to her arms. Sweat was building up between her legs and all the pressure down on her own pubis was just like masturbation so her own breath was becoming unsteady and she was soon soaking inside the cruel restraint.
No-one in the dorm wanted to be left out so there was not a single girl who did not feel Fallen’s tongue at her cunt. The girls soon got the idea of working in pairs with one girl being tongued and the other slapping Fallen’s exposed bottom to inspire her to work harder. They used a cold, wet flannel to keep her buttocks wet as a spanking on a wet behind is much sharper.
The girls were taking turns so that when a girl had climaxed she returned to her bed to rest or to continue the fun with her own fingers but Fallen just had to move on to the next girl so her efforts were ceaseless and she lost track of where one orgasm ended and the next began.
It was horrible to have the whole dorm witnessing her orgasms as she lost all hope of dignity and her cries for mercy and rest became mingled with her involuntary cries of pleasure.
Fallen had no idea of how long her humiliation continued but eventually the dorm needed to sleep so the gag was once more buckled in place and she was left on her belly with her sweat slicked body stinking of girl juice. It took the sexual charge a long time to subside especially with the continued pressure of the strap between her legs and all she could do was rock her body back and forth like a see saw on the fulcrum of her pubic mound.
As she drifted into an endorphin drugged sleep there were two thoughts in her mind. One was the suspicion that Father Gentle had heard the uproar in the dorm. Had he come to stand outside the door and relished hearing every single gasp, cry and moan? How would she face him tomorrow when he came to release her?
The other thought centred around something which Tamsin had said. She had joked with her cronies about her dad finding a job for Fallen in his business. Tamsin’s father certainly had enough influence with Reverend Mother to make such a thing possible. Fallen imagined being “auditioned” by one of the man’s club managers. She imagined the coarse male fingers testing the firmness of her breasts and then to what job might she be put? Would she be a stripper disrobing for the pleasure of a roomful of drunken, lustful men or would she work in one of the upstairs rooms? Would she go from being a nun to spending her whole day being used by one man after another? Such a thing would be truly horrible and yet.
The only thing which could be said about her future was that it was very uncertain.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE