Chapter 1

A Special Privilege

 

The two girls walked down the hallway like they owned it, and they could have, based on how many trips they had made through it over the last four years. They were on the way to see Headmaster Franks of the Albright School, a man who they thought was likely relieved that they were graduating soon. It would be fair to say that Jasmine and Ashley Westerton were energetic and mischievous girls, the fact they were identical twins made them more than a handful.

They were a bit surprised that they were called down now, having just completed their final exam. Perhaps the old fart wanted to see their young bodies one last time, though in their uniforms much of their assets were hidden. They wore the school blazer over white button down shirts, with pleated skirts reaching their knees. White knee socks and plain black loafers completed the uniform, keeping their lithe young bodies well concealed.

They entered his outer office, where his secretary sat at her desk. Once inside Jasmine, the leader of the duo, said, "Good Morning Miss Bello, Headmaster Franks has sent for us." Jasmine clearly had the dominant persona, with Ashley always following her lead.

"He is expecting you, ladies. Have a seat and I will let him know you are here," she replied, her dark eyes gleaming when she saw the girls enter. They always thought this severe looking woman had a thing for them. The rumor in the school was that she was a full-blown lesbian. She had never made any advances on them, but she always looked at them like a hungry wolf.

The woman stood up, turned and went into the Headmaster's office. She was wearing a black suit, consisting of a tight black skirt and jacket, with a white blouse. As she walked away, Ashley noted that despite her severe demeanor, she was extremely attractive. Jet-black hair, cropped short and straight, framed her face. Her high cheekbones, ice-blue eyes, and pert nose gave her an appearance most models would covet.

"What do you think is up Jaz?" Ashley asked her older sister, who was born five minutes ahead of her.

"The old codger probably is going to miss us, the brat population in the lower classes has been lagging, Ash," replied her sister, always cocky and arrogant, this time being no exception.

"You don't think we are in trouble?"

"Our time here is over Ash, I am sure this is just his bon voyage to us. Just let me do the talking when we get in there," Jaz said, with the note of command in her voice that Ash knew not to question.

They did not wait long, as the secretary opened the Headmaster's door and said, "Ladies, please come in."

They walked past her and took the chairs facing Charles Frank's desk. He sat there facing them, but his disposition appeared jovial, rather than with the usual look of derision they were used to seeing. While his demeanor confirmed to Jaz that this was just his farewell to them, something in his gaze made Ash feel uncomfortable.

He looked to his secretary, and said, "Julia, please bring us some iced teas." Without a word she departed, closing the door behind her. He turned to the girls and said, "Well ladies, it looks like your time here has finally reached an end."

"Yes Headmaster, I hope we haven't been too much of a bother during our time here," replied Jaz, confident now that this was merely his goodbye to them. The tone of her voice was clearly mocking, as if to say, 'You tried, but we won.'

"You two were always a challenge, excellent students, yet you chose to disregard most of the rules we considered paramount to your education. Now it seems that will be someone else's problem."

Before Jaz could respond, Miss Bello returned with a tray holding four glasses of iced tea. She brought it over to the desk and placed the tray down, taking two glasses from it and handing them to the girls. Then she and the Headmaster each took theirs, as he stood up.

"A toast," he said, raising his glass. "To Jasmine and Ashley, good luck in your future endeavors."

They clinked their glasses together and took sips of their drinks. After taking her drink, Jaz replied, "Thank you sir, you certainly kept us from wreaking total havoc." She was content to let it go, feeling they had no reasons left to challenge his authority.

"That is my function, Jasmine and you and your sister certainly helped me earn my pay. Now as to the purpose of this meeting, I had a recent meeting with your stepfather. Given your academic achievement and your propensity to challenge the rules, we both agreed you would be perfectly suited for a special course we have for post graduates," he said, as he set his drink down on the desk.

Jasmine felt her blood boiling, the mere mention of her stepfather, Paul Rogers, aggravated her. She placed her drink on the edge of his desk, directly on the mahogany top, something she knew annoyed Mr. Franks. Ashley followed suit, knowing that Jaz was likely pissed off now. She was waiting for Jaz to make a typically derisive comment, like she always did when Paul's name was mentioned, but her sister was silent. She felt her lips go numb and her fingers were tingling too, but when she tried to lift her arm to feel her face, it would not respond.

Jasmine, angry and ready to make a comment, found herself in similar straits. She felt strange and suddenly she realized she was paralyzed, unable to move at all. She was sitting in the chair, staring at the Headmaster, but unable to do anything else. Her confidence melted in that microsecond, realizing something was terribly wrong.

The Headmaster and his secretary stared at them, wide smiles spreading across their faces. He looked to his assistant and said, "Gave them an extra dose did you?"

"Just enough to keep them compliant for a few hours. Look at them, ever seen that much fear in their haughty little eyes before?" she replied.

"It is quite a welcome sight," he replied. Turning back to the twins, trapped inside bodies that no longer responded to their mental commands, he said, "Don't worry girls, it is only a temporary paralytic. While you can see and hear me clearly, you will remain temporarily paralyzed."

"As I was saying, we have a special course of study prepared for you two. Letting girls like you loose on an unsuspecting world would be criminal, so we are going to transport you to a special finishing school. There you will learn how to behave as proper young ladies."

They were in shock, both wanting to scream and run, but they were unable to react at all. A numbness had infused their bodies, making them feel as if they were floating rather than sitting. They could see and hear him quite well, but they could not even move their eyes to look around. They were both terrified and appalled at what was happening, their happiness of minutes ago now dashed by some horrible plan hatched by their stepfather and the Headmaster.

The two adults came around the desk and stepped behind the girls. They could not feel a thing as they were lifted off their chairs and laid out on the floor. All they had to tell them what was happening was the fact that they were now staring at the ceiling. They could feel nothing at all, whatever was in their drinks left them totally helpless, their bodies disconnected from their minds.

They could hear things thumping and caught glimpses of Mr. Franks and Miss Bello moving around, but had no idea what they were doing. Then Ashley saw them standing above her, just before they stooped to lift her up. She could see them lift her and then lower her into some sort of box, the sides visible in her peripheral vision. She saw them kneeling beside her, doing something inside the box, but could not even move her eyes enough to see what they did.

Once they had secured the six straps that held Ashley's body locked, Julia placed a piece of thick tape over her lips. It was overkill they knew, but it would keep them quiet and secure should the drug wear off sooner than they anticipated. When Ashley saw them close the lid, locking her in complete darkness, her terror was complete. She had always been afraid of tight dark spaces and this scenario was the worst she could conceive.

They repeated the same procedure with Jasmine, leaving both girls locked inside the wooden transport crates. They stacked the two crates on a dolly and rolled the captive girls out of the office and down to the service elevator. It took them down to the garage level, where a van was waiting. They loaded the crates into the back of the vehicle and closed the doors.

"They are all yours now, Julia. I am sure you will enjoy training the little sluts," said Charles.

"Charles, they aren't sluts yet, just little teases from what I hear. They will, of course, learn to be proper little sluts soon enough. If they are virgins, as I suspect, I am sure it will please Paul. I will be in touch once they are secured and inspected," she replied.

"Semantics my dear, but if you are right, I am sure it will be quite a spectacle. I know how much you enjoy teaching little teases to become sex-hungry whores. It makes a nice picture thinking about those two begging to be de-flowered," he replied, feeling his cock stiffen at the thought.

They parted company then, Charles returning to his office, while Julia got in the van and drove off. She was smiling as she pulled out of the school driveway and off to her own little private school, secluded in the country an hour away from Albright. As she drove, she knew they were facing the first true fear of their lives, locked in their boxes. What she had planned for them was truly earned, more so than most of the girls who had learned the price of being a brat at the end of her lash.