Chapter 1: Sara is Selected

 

Sara was a beautiful young girl; standing five foot eight feet inches tall and weighing one hundred and twenty pounds. She had shoulder length honey blonde hair with bright green eyes, and in the last year her hips widened and her breasts grew to a generous 38D cup. At first the changes in her body worried her, knowing it would soon be time to leave, but always being a practical girl, she figured she had to grow up eventually.

She knew that once the girls' bodies started to look womanlier, it was time for them to leave the School. It was where she spent her life, at least her entire memory of it. No one here gave it a name; the School was all it was called, its student body populated with young girls. She did not remember arriving here, but her earliest memories revolved around older girls making her feel comfortable, like she did now for the new youngsters that arrived.

She knew what parents were, but never knew hers, as all the girls here were orphaned like her. All she identified with was what occurred within these walls, having never left the grounds. She was taught to read, write, cook, clean, and do other domestic chores. She was always told she was being trained for a vocation in life, so she could make a contribution to society. Things like math, science, history, or politics were foreign to her, deemed unnecessary for any of the girls here, their futures focused on a life of servitude.

All the girls were trained to obey authority, and everyone learned it from the sting of the proctor's canes. When she was younger, corrections were delivered across her palms, painful but relatively mild. The older girls like her, if given a corrective, were brought to the Stand. A short stool they would bend over as their rumps were exposed to an audience of their schoolmates. There the canes would sting and embarrass them at the same time. Even sweet Sara had experienced it, but as she was a fast learner, it had been quite some time since she was corrected in front of her schoolmates.

When she woke up this morning, the clanging bell that roused all students echoing in her room, she felt this day would be different. As she swung her long legs over the edge of her small bed, she saw the note on the floor just inside the door. It simply stated that she was to see the Principal before breakfast. She knew what it meant, she was leaving and it scared her. Though they were kept in the dark on many issues, all the girls here knew that when a student left, it was always between their morning shower and breakfast. She remembered Cindy, a friend of hers, the last time Sara saw her she was in the shower sobbing, but never came to breakfast, or was ever seen again.

She looked around her room, the only place she had ever lived, but was sure she would not miss it. It was small, barely eight foot by ten, with her small bed, a cot really, and a small table and chair. There was a window, but too high to look out of it, it was narrow and just below the ten-foot high ceiling. The walls and floor were a bland white, and as no girl here had any personal possessions, it was devoid of anything to tie her to it.

She put on her panties and tunic, having taken to sleeping in the nude recently. When she was younger the tunic came down to her knees, but as she grew she saw the hem climb up her long longs and now it did not even reach half way down her thighs. When the buzzer sounded she knew her door had just unlocked and she filed with the rest of the girls in her corridor down to the showers.

As she entered the large communal shower room she removed her tunic and panties, placing them in the laundry bin as always. She entered the showers and picked a showerhead, waiting for the water to start. She looked around at the other girls, all older ones like her, but it was clear she was the most physically developed. Her observation was based on the note she received this morning and it punctuated what she already expected.

She turned to Elsa, one of her friends, and said, "I got the note this morning, I doubt I will see you again, tell all my friends I will miss them."

Elsa looked stricken, she was a year younger and far less developed than Sara, and she said sadly, "I will miss you Sara, you were a good friend." Sara was her mentor and losing her depressed Elsa, but like all the girls here, she knew they all eventually left this place.

The water started just then, and as always the girls quickly washed their hair and bodies, having only ten minutes before the water would stop. Sara was not like Cindy, no sadness dogged her, and apart from the few girls she really liked, she was tired of this place and ready for something new. She hoped that nice people would take her as their maid, as that was what most girls here expected to become after leaving.

When the water stopped, the girls shuffled from the showers and took a towel from a line of them hanging on hooks on the wall behind them. They dried themselves quickly and deposited them in another laundry bin as they proceeded to the next room where they received a fresh tunic and panties. As Sara stood in line, watching the girls in front of her collect today's clean clothes, she got a bit nostalgic that it was likely the last time she would do this.

When she stepped up to the proctor that distributed their clothes, the woman looked up and said, "Sara, you are seeing the Principal this morning. Take this and dress in that room," as she handed her a fresh tunic and pointed to a door behind Sara.

Sara took it, turned and walked to the door, opening it and stepping inside the small room. When she closed it she heard a loud click and knew there was no going back. It was not really a room, being only four feet square, with no furniture or windows. She unfolded the tunic and looked for her panties, but there were none, so she just slipped it on and stood there waiting. Normal girls might have been uncomfortable, naked beneath the tiny garment, but girls here were never made to feel embarrassed by their bodies. When they received a public caning, it was not baring their rumps that embarrassed them, it was the act of being reprimanded in front of the others.

Her wait was short and the door soon opened with the same proctor standing in the now empty dressing room. She said, "Follow me."

Sara walked down the corridors, looking around and thinking it was time to leave, she was more than ready. They arrived at a door and the proctor knocked twice before opening the door and ushering Sara inside. Inside there was a well-appointed office, lined with shelves of books and hosting a large wooden desk. A large padded chair was behind it and a small wooden one faced it.

"Sit here and wait," said the proctor, pointing at the small chair.

Sara sat and crossed her legs, hiding her exposed sex, feeling a bit nervous, as she had never met the Principal before now. No student ever did, but rumor had it was that the Principal was a man, something all the girls wondered about as all the proctors and teachers were women. In her memory she had never seen a real man, she had seen pictures, but wondered what they were like. She fidgeted in her seat, wondering what was going to happen next.

She heard the door open and turned to look, but before she could see anything a deep voice like none she had ever heard, said, "Eyes forward girl."

She snapped her head back around staring at the empty chair behind the desk, now relatively sure she would see her first man. The voice she just heard sounded like no woman's, it was far too deep, and she was eager to finally see the mysterious Principal. After years of living a simple routine, she had her first taste of the unknown and she liked the way it made her feel.

The man walked around the desk and into her view, making her heart beat faster when she saw his rugged good looks. He had dark curly hair, cut short, but the little patch of hair surrounding his mouth and covering his chin really attracted her. He was tall, over six feet, and his body, though dressed all in black, was lean and fit. He sat in the chair; opening a folder he carried in with him. She stared at him with wide-eyed wonder, and the little flutter between her legs confused her, as she never felt it before when meeting someone. There were nights when she was alone in her room that the flutter came, but she always tried to ignore it.

"Good morning Sara, I am the Principal and you are here because it is time for you to move on to the next level of training. We have taught you all we can and it is time for you to learn a specific vocation in life," he said, as he leafed through the file.

She remained quiet, fixated on his face, one she found attractive in a way she did not understand. After reading a few more pages, he looked up and said, "You are a very beautiful young lady with a pleasant and accommodating disposition, so you have been chosen to become a pleasure servant, a rare honor for a girl. Many leave here to become simple domestics, but you are being sent to a special school where you will learn how to please people, in special ways."

"Thank you sir," she replied, feeling good that he complimented her, but having no idea what he actually meant.

"Stand up and remove your tunic," he said, looking back at her file.

Without hesitating the young girl stood and slid the tunic off her shoulders, letting it pool at her ankles. She stood at attention, as she was taught, her back straight, feet together, and arms at her sides. When he looked back up at her he smiled, impressed with her beautiful breasts and flat stomach. She was growing a bush between her legs, but it was sparse and light, not hiding her sex at all.

"Turn around and bend over," he said.

She obeyed, as she always did when an authority figure commanded her, turning and bending over the chair where she had been sitting. It was a strange request, but she was accustomed to proctors and teachers doing similar body inspections over the years. There was that time when she was much younger that she started bleeding between her legs, and a similar inspection was given as they assessed the problem. They started giving her a daily pill and the condition hardly ever returned.

While she was remembering that time, she heard him say, "You may take your seat again, but hand me your tunic first."

She bent further down, scooped it up and turned back to face him. She handed it to him before sitting back down. He placed the meager garment behind his desk and looked at her, a different kind of stare in his eyes, he looked hungry or something, she thought. She sat there, her knees together and her hands resting on her knees, hoping he was pleased with her behavior so far.

"You look fine and healthy, ready for your new adventure. In a minute a proctor will bring your traveling clothes, is there anything you would like to say before you go?" he asked, that hungry look fading and a pleasant smile crossing his face.

"I just want to thank you, the teachers, and the proctors for taking care of me all these years," she replied, anxious to find out where she was going, but knowing better than to ask.

The door opened and a proctor entered carrying a small bundle. Another tunic was handed to her, but it was a dark blue compared to the usual plain white she was used to wearing. She put it on; once again no panties were offered to her. Then she took the shoes, a truly unusual garment, as she never wore any before, as all girls stayed barefoot here. They slipped over her feet and felt tight, simple cloth uppers with a rubber sole, also the same dark blue. The proctor draped a matching cloak over her shoulders, clasping it at her throat, with it covering her down to her knees.

Once she was dressed, the Principal said, "Good luck in life Sara, and always remember to learn your lessons well."

""Thank you sir," she said, as the proctor took her by the arm and led her out of the office.

She was led down several corridors before they approached a large pair of doors. The proctor opened and stepped through one of them, turning and ushering Sara out. They were in the front of the large building, a place she had never seen. They had outdoor exercise periods, but it was always in the walled garden behind the building. She saw a van sitting there, she had read about cars and such, but this was the first real one she had ever seen.

The proctor guided her behind it, where a pair of doors were opened, and helped her step inside. There were wooden benches lining both sides, with metal walls behind them, and she sat where the proctor indicated. She noticed that another wall was at the front of the van, with just a small slot were light came in to the back.

"Keep your hands in your lap," said the proctor, as she used belts to strap Sara to the bench. Two crossed over her body, keeping her tight against the side wall of the van. Another was cinched across her waist, locking her hands in place on her lap. She wondered why this was being done, but just assumed it was for her safety, remembering reading about 'safety belts' in vehicles.

When she was tightly fixed in place, the proctor said, 'Goodbye and good luck Sara, just remember to listen and learn what you are taught and you will be fine."

"Thank you ma'am," she said, as she watched her get out and close the doors to the van. It became dark, except for the small light coming from the slot at the front, no other windows or light visible inside the dark van.

She said a silent farewell to the School as she heard the van first start and then move, taking her away from the only place she ever knew. But as they drove along she began to think of what the Principal had said, she was special and would be trained as a pleasure servant. She wondered what it was like to be a pleasure servant, but it sounded better than becoming a cook or maid. She had no clue what he really meant, but once she arrived at her destination, she was sure the truth would be revealed. She tried to enjoy the long drive, imagining all sorts of scenarios that had no bearing on what was about to happen.

 

Chapter 2: Assessed and Assigned

 

The drive was long and when the van finally came to a stop, she was thankful, her body stiff and sore. She had decided, about half way through the trip, that traveling was not something she liked. It seemed strange that she was so thoroughly restricted just for her safety, and she wondered if there were other reasons. The darkness of the van was replaced by intensely bright light when the doors finally opened, making her squint to protect her eyes from it.

A man entered the van and unstrapped her from the bench, helping her stiff body to stand up and exit it. When her eyes adjusted she saw she stood before another large building, three stories high and so big it made her feel very small. He walked her over to a door and took her inside. She noticed there were metal bars over all the outside windows, and wondered why they were there.

Once inside she noted the similar appearance of the hall she was led down, as compared to the School, it seemed oddly familiar. She was taken to a dark room, where a single light illuminated a small wooden chair. The man, without saying a word, took her cloak and gestured for her to sit, which she did. She was left alone, trying to see what lay beyond the lighted area she was in, but she could not. She wanted to take off the shoes she was wearing, her feet hot and sweaty, unaccustomed to being covered, but she just tried to ignore them instead. As much as this day started out as an exciting adventure, the trip here and this room gave her a sense of foreboding.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the light above her went out, plunging the room into total darkness and scaring her. It lasted just a few seconds, when two bright lights came on just in front of her, making her raise her hand to shield her eyes. As she looked toward the lights, she could see the outline of someone standing in front of her. She instinctively swallowed, feeling a lump rise in her throat, a tinge of fear now trailing down her spine.

The figure said, "Candidate 3231990, Sara, you have been designated for training, stand and remove your tunic and shoes and place them on the floor to your right."

Sara stood up and did as she was told, remaining standing and at attention when she was naked again. She waited for him to speak again, now worrying about what was going on here. Though she was never taught to be shy about her body, being inspected naked twice in the same day was unusual, and a bit unnerving to her.

"You may take your seat, but place your arms over the back of the chair," the voice commanded.

She lowered herself onto the chair and draped her arms over the back as she was told. She felt a pair of hands seize her upper arms and another pair put something metal around her wrists, then she heard several clicks and the hands were captured. She wanted to look over her shoulder to see who was there, but remained fixated on the figure in front of her. She tried to pull her wrists apart and found them locked together, and also attached to the chair. It was strange and she wondered why they did it, she wasn't going anywhere.

The man, she was sure it was one now, said, "Sara, it is time you learned the truth, you have been raised to fulfill a special role. You are a slave, do you know what that means?"

She was surprised by what he said, and she responded, "A slave is a person owned by another person sir." She had learned about slavery at the school and was taught that it was intended for some people to be owned by others. She had never thought much about it, but now it made some sense, given what she had been taught. She thought that maybe they bound her wrists because some girls had not reacted well to this news; it was not exactly something she was excited about, but why resist the inevitable?

Interrupting her thoughts, the shadow figure said, "Very good young lady, and there are many forms of slavery. Some are used to do work unsuitable for free people, and others just serve the needs of their owners, in roles like butlers and maids. But you have the ability to become a very special kind of slave, a pleasure slave. Do you know what that means?"

"No sir, but I am ready to learn," she replied. The revelation that she was a slave had started to bother her, but as with everything in her life so far, she accepted what those in control told her. She just wanted to know what was expected from her, so she could perform her function.

"Patience girl, all will be taught to you in time. All you need to know for now is that you will learn to give other people pleasure by offering your body to them in any way they choose. Do you know what sexual intercourse is Sara?"

"Not really sir, we were never taught about that," she said.

"Do you ever get a strange feeling between your legs? An itch that you want to scratch?" he asked.

She squirmed in her seat; the question itself started the flutter again. She said, "Yes sir, sometimes when I am in bed alone at night."

"Any other times?" he pressed her.

Afraid, but compelled to be honest, she replied, "This morning when I met the Principal."

"Was he the first man you ever met?" he asked, now moving closer to her, his dark outline filling her view.

"Yes sir," she answered, the flutter between her thighs getting stronger.

"And do you feel it now?" he asked, standing over her.

"Yes sir, I feel it right now," she replied, exasperated as her body confused her, while he seemed to know exactly what was happening.

"That is very good Sara, this is how you should feel and soon will feel all the time. Now spread your knees open," he demanded, the tone of his voice and the order itself making the feeling grow inside her.

Sara parted her legs, embarrassed at how hot and wet she felt between them. Her slit was damp and when her legs were fully parted, the cool air tickled it. She felt warm and a bit queasy, and when he stepped even closer, using his legs to keep her knees apart, she felt her face go flush with warmth.

She watched the silhouette reach down and stroke her damp slit with a finger, and when it crossed just above her hole she felt an electric spark between her legs. She moaned a little, unable to remain quiet as her heart was beating faster every moment. He started to rub the spot and the sparks got stronger, her breathing became rapid as she broke out in a sweat.

"Does that feel good Sara," he asked, leaning down and whispering the question into her ear.

His breath was hot on her neck, making her skin tingle. She breathlessly said, "Yes sir."

He removed his hand from between her legs for a moment, but it returned and something hard pressed against that sensitive spot. She heard a click and then groaned as it started to buzz against her, the feeling between her legs going from pleasant to fantastic. Those little sparks got stronger and faster and she threw her head back, as her body went rigid and the pleasure built up down there. She tried to close her legs, but his felt like tree trunks barring her from succeeding.

The room started to spin and she heard him whisper, "You are about to have a climax, it is the singular reward you will seek from now on, enjoy it slave."