Mother
Aurora looked down with satisfaction on the school assembled before her. Right
now there were twenty-two of them.
Twenty-two attractive young women gathered up and sent to her by
clients, rich and powerful men who, for one reason or another, wanted a particular
girl disciplined and then trained to please him – or more likely, if he
couldn’t take her himself, trained and then sold off overseas as a slavegirl,
simply to satisfy his own bruised feelings.
They
were all naked. Stark naked, showing off
their slender, lithe young bodies beautifully and particularly of course, their
so naked clefts. They weren’t always
naked. That would not only have been crass but would also have eventually
blunted the disciplinary effects of the nudity.
But every morning they had to present at Assembly totally nude and to
stand in their allotted place, feet the regulation half metre apart, hands up
behind their heads, elbows well back and heads (and eyes) looking directly
ahead of them. Her staff, each of them
dressed as she was, in cassock and cowl, patrolled the ranks and columns of the
girls, watching for any derelictions and each had his or her hand on the button
of the tiny controller that could send waves of instant agony to any girl
foolish enough to err.
Many of
the girls, particularly the newer ones, were blushing furiously at being made
to stand naked and stock-still while the so hated woman up there addressed
them. It was awful to be made to undress in front of the sisters (and worse
still, the brothers) and then march in a perfectly straight line, in perfect
step and with eyes fixed only on the back of the head of the girl in front, up
the stairs and down the stone corridors to the Assembly Hall and then stand
while the glittering black eyes of the ‘Mother Superior’ ranged over your body
and those of the other girls.
Each of
them was there against her will. None were volunteers and they would be there
until she said they were trained and ready to serve. Many didn’t even know why they were there or
who had given them into the hands of this mad woman; neither were they told. So
far as they were concerned, they were there; they were now slavegirls and they
had better knuckle under – or face really horrible punishments.
Aurora
gloated as she stared down at them. Most
of them she had already sampled. Few were born lesbians of course but she soon
fixed that. Girls here were quickly
shown that they were slaves; that they had no free will at all and whether they
liked something or not, if their trainers decided they were to experience it,
experience it they did. Every one of her
female staff were like her – very definitely lesbian, or at least bisexual, but
since most of her girls had been sent to her by males, they had to be trained
to be expert lovers of men as well, so she had about an equal number of
‘brothers’ on her staff, young men who delighted in disciplining nubile young
girls just as much as the sisters did – as well as teaching them the finer
points of sex.
“Today
we are expecting another girl to join your ranks. Remember the rule of silence. Any girl caught
communicating with her, even by as much as a wink of encouragement will face
the standard punishment for such a heinous offence – fifty strokes of the
paddle to her rump, followed by a day by herself on capstan duty.”
This was
a particularly horrible punishment as the girl’s buttocks, after fifty strokes
of the leather paddle, were in no condition to assist in forcing the huge spoke
on the capstan round and round. It was
attached to a pump feeding a fountain in the garden of the beautiful old house
that had been acquired for the ‘school’.
It took a supreme effort to force the massive pole round and round
anyway, but to do so after having your buttocks whopped was perfectly horrible
and every girl there resolved yet again not to even look at the new girl when
she arrived.
There
followed an allocation of duties and lessons and then the girls were dismissed.
They had already been bathed and had eaten.
All this was done early with Assembly scheduled for seven o’clock. They had risen at five, shivering in the
unheated dormitory as they had emerged from under the single coarse blanket
over the thin lumpy mattress to stand naked at the foot of their bed in the
approved pose while the supervisor, Sister This or Brother That, checked their
bed to see it was smooth and that the blanket was perfectly folded and in the
correct position at the foot of the bed.
They weren’t allowed to shiver and it took a supreme effort not to do so
in the biting cold of the vast room. It
had been the wine cellar of the old mansion and the bare stone walls and floor
were not at all conducive to comfort.
After
the inspection they had to perform their morning exercises under Sister Hilda’s
direction. She had been a physical
education mistress at a leading girl’s school but had been dismissed for a
rather prurient interest in observing her girls showering and in one case,
actually inviting a sexual intimacy which had been accepted and then, when
discovered, vehemently denied. These
took up forty-five minutes and were performed at a frenetic pace, warming the
girls’ naked bodies and preparing them for the day.
They
then had to run along to the ablution cell, a plain concrete yard four metres
square built into the cellar from two half walls poking out from a corner. The half walls were just over a metre high
and mounted on them at about centre point were two water cannons. Two of the
staff manned these, blasting the high pressure jets at the girls for a few
seconds, after which they had to soap each other down and then stand another
minute of the violent jets playing all over their bodies.
They
were then permitted to return to their beds to put on the brief dress and then,
for the next fifty minutes, perform the first session of the housework that
kept the school sparkling. At two
minutes to seven, they had to race back to the dorm, remove the dress and
gather for the Mother Superior’s Morning Assembly …
Having
been dismissed, the girls marched out of the room in proper order – in
perfectly straight lines, heads held high, hands still up behind their heads so
as to show off their breasts so well and again looking straight ahead, back
down to the dormitory to resume the so-brief dress and go about their duties
for the day.
Each
girl was issued with a simple cotton garment that was cut to show off her body
while appearing to cover it. It was
sleeveless and the straps over the shoulders were so thin as to show off her
upper body very nicely. The bust was cut
very low, revealing more of her breasts than it hid and the rest of the bodice
was extremely form-fitting, showing off her slender litheness very
pleasingly. The skirt, if you could call
it that, was full but slit vertically from the waist to the hem in four places:
front and back and at the sides and came down only to the top of her
thighs. Under it she wore nothing. Not even a pair of brief panties. As she worked, therefore, her formerly
private parts were often on full display.
She was
required to keep it spotlessly clean, even if working in the garden or up a
ladder, sweeping away cobwebs. If a brother or sister noticed a spot, off it
came and she was required to run with it to be washed after which she would
remain naked for the rest of the day while it dried.
There
were other body coverings but they weren’t issued to the girls, being given to
them when required, thus this single garment was their only issued
clothing. Their own was already
destroyed.
Their
duties were mostly exercise, sex training and punishment – but also included
cleaning the house and gardening, both activities that had to be carried out at
such a frenetic pace as to work every muscle in their bodies very hard. Any fat found on a girl’s body was considered
a treasonable offence and the guilty party faced weeks of slogging hard labour
and an even more stringent diet than usual.
Not that it was likely, of course.
They were fed good food but it was plain and rather sparing in quantity. Fats of any kind were limited to the absolute
minimum necessary to maintain good health.
Meanwhile,
Mother Aurora prepared for her new arrival …