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From Brat to Bride
(Melissa DuVant)
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From Brat to Bride Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVat to be identified as the
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retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author. All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: An Unwilling Student Studying Submission Preview Chapter One: An Isolated Institute There sure seem to be quite a few strange little isolated schools to send bratty step-nieces and the like to, all up in various European mountains, don't there? Chapter 1: An Unwilling Student 'No! I don't want to go!' Amber pushed herself against the wall, trying to grab hold of it, as her stepmother glared at her. 'You lied to me. You said this was a holiday!' 'It is. For me. If I'd told you, then you wouldn't have come! And your father and I have discussed this, and decided it's best for you. You're being sent to a very special place, to help you calm down.' Amber turned, fingers finding a fat, leather-bound book, trying to pull it from the shelf - it was wedged in tightly, surrounded by other books, all the same. Her bitch of a step-mother crossed her arms and glared at her, while the other woman, the black-clad nun, signaled at the door. Two more nuns appeared, their habits looking sleek and dark, somehow concealing and showing their bodies at the same time. That one of them was carrying thick rope did little to set her at ease, as she managed to squeeze her fingers around the book and pull it from the shelf, throwing it at them. 'No! You're not leaving me here! It's cold and dark and horrible and I hate it!' She didn't want to be locked into this place, all stone and shadows, far from the sun and anywhere that was any fun. And her phone had no reception either, she wouldn't even be able to call her friends or request help! 'Your father and I have discussed this, and think it's what you need. You've been acting out - you're not a child anymore, you can't keep going out and partying all the time, with those... people... you call friends. So you're going to be spending a little time here, to help you settle down. The ladies here are very good with cases like yours, they come highly recommended. And this wasn't cheap either! I expect you to make the most of this opportunity - it's a lot more discreet than rehab.' The two nuns were approaching, the rope held loose in the hands of one of them, ready to toss. There was no way out without going through them. Amber grabbed another book and threw it, aiming for a youthful face, framed by a wimple. They raised their arms to block, book bouncing off, and Amber tried to make a break for it, dashing forward, shoulders raised to try and barge through. The rope snapped forward, wrapping around her waist, rough hemp scratching and snagging along her bare belly, catching and pulling on her navel-piercing. She squealed in pain, and then a hand grabbed her shoulder and squeezed, digging into muscles and nerve-points, twisting her off balance. She tried to protest and fight back, but the two nuns were stronger than they looked, overpowering her. Wood locked around her wrists, a block locking them in front of her. The rope was wound up around her body, another loop settling over her neck, squeezing her throat. 'Ghhkkk!' Her step-mother gave a smile of fake concern, being sure to stand well back, as Amber flailed with her arms, trying to break out of the wooden stocks, feeling her skin chafe and rub. The rope was suddenly pulled upwards, tightening around her neck, getting pulled through a loop on the ceiling, forcing her to stand on tip-toes, straining to breath. One of the nuns stood behind her, an arm around her waist, a leather-gloved tight against her skin. 'Do not worry, madam. We have dealt with young women like your daughter before. They start off troublesome, but we can be quite persuasive. She will be a new, better, woman when we have finished our work with her. We believe in a strict, old-fashioned education - even the most willful girl will become an obedient bride after being educated here.' Amber tried raising her hands, wanting to loosen off the neck-rope, but the other nun grabbed them and twisted, forcing her into an even more uncomfortable position. Amber could see that her hands were wrapped in something shiny, smooth and black, her face young and unlined, despite the nun's outfit. And her habit looked tighter and sleeker than it should be, drawn tight at the waist to show off the lines of her body, and tight over the breasts as well. She wanted to protest, but was finding it hard to breath, as the head nun approached, looking her over. Another hand stretched out towards her, this one also black and shiny. It felt unnatural and inhuman as it touched her bare belly, sliding across the skin, then beneath her tight crop-top. 'She will certainly need some education in how dress herself.' The fingers slid down, running along the waist-band of her denim hot-pants, before skipping down and feeling between her legs. 'This is not appropriate.' Her thigh was pinched, a sudden twist of pain shooting into her, making her squeal. 'A more appropriate outfit will be supplied. But first, we need to remove these... unsightly... items.' She reached behind herself, hand coming back into sight with scissors, sliding them up against Amber's smooth belly, snipping through her top, and her bra, slicing it off. 'Hey! Get ofphhhkkkk...' She felt the neck-rope tighten, cutting off her protests, before a hand slapped against her backside. 'Good girls don't protest.' The head nun ripped her top away, the fabric tearing where it hadn't been cut, leaving her topless, chill air coiling against her skin. 'No nipple piercings at least, which is good. An excessive number of ear-piercings, but those will heal over soon enough.' The scissors moved down, snipping tightly into the waistband of her jeans, cutting through them with a sharp sound, easily slicing through. The denim was pulled away from her body, leaving her naked except for her socks and her thong. She squirmed, trying to break away, as her arms were lifted up, another loop of rope sliding through the top of the mini-stocks, holding her arms high. The nun behind her shifted her grip, hands supporting each of Amber's breasts, thumbs lightly resting on her nipples. The head nun grabbed at the crotch-band of the thong, pulling it tight, making it slide into Amber's slit. She felt her body react, warming up despite the forcefulness of the scenario. 'She certainly is an attractive young woman. Just a shame about her willfulness.' The material slid tighter and tighter, before it was twisted and snapped, getting pulled away and leaving her stripped and bare. 'We will attempt to break her in, and ensure she behaves better in future.' The hands tightened around her breasts, digging into them and starting to painfully crush them. 'We will try to avoid any overt signs of damage, but there may be some level of adjustment needed.' Fingers slid between her legs, teasing against her thighs and then a single finger pushing into her. 'But we will ensure there is no permanent physical damage, but she will be better behaved when she is fully treated. Now, Camilla, why don't you take our new student to her room? She's going to be spending a lot of time there, after all.' The finger twisted inside of her, cold and intrusive, before sliding out again, leaving her feeling empty. She tried to protest, but her throat was pained by the rope, making it impossible to form words other than a vague howl, as she forced all the air out of her lungs at once. There must be someone that would help her, surely? The sound was absorbed by the thick walls and the books, the rope tightening further, pulling her upwards and choking her more painfully. It was brutal and hard to breathe, making her whine and pant, exposed and vulnerable. The head nun fixed her with a stare, pulling a slender black cane from a shelf, flicking it forward with a sudden gesture, striking it against Amber's belly. 'She won't be the first stubborn girl given into our care. She will be reformed into a good, obedient wife and daughter.' The pain was a swift, cutting sting, penetrating into her core muscles. 'Nphk!' She couldn't protest properly with the rope around her neck, the cane striking again, this time against a breast. 'She will fit in well here. Don't worry, she won't be able to escape - over the years, many of our charges have tried, but none have succeeded. This place was built as a fortress, and is quite secure and isolated. And, of course, she won't be allowed any contact with anyone else. You can be quite sure of that. Amber tried twisting again, straining her arms, attempting to break free, but the rope bit deeper into her skin, scraping and chafing. 'Fuph ohhpp!' The cane thwapped twice in close succession, the first hitting against her hip, catching her right on the bone, and then the second came up between her legs, catching her right in her sensitive spot, then sliding into her, whatever it was made from smooth, rubbing into her. 'Such language is not permitted from a young lady. If you behave, then you might be allowed certain liberties, but a bad, silly little girl with a dirty mouth will find herself punished until she learns to behave. Now, Mrs. Porter, there are some legalities to deal with? So that we can have full legal control and justification for anything that we need to do to her. She will be unharmed, physically, when she leaves here, but I can guarantee that she will be a reformed character.' Amber tried to shake her head, wanting to deny it, but the lack of air was making it hard to think, her body slow, the cane now sliding back and forth. She tried raising up on her toes to avoid it, but the nun just raised it even higher, shaking her head. 'A good girl should accept her punishment. Sister Mary, Sister Clarice - escort her to her cell. She can go without food for tonight, perhaps that will show her the merits of obedience.' The other nuns both nodded, dipping their heads in respect. 'Yes, Mother Superior.' The cane slid backwards, pressing up against her, and then flicking against both breasts in two rapid strikes, making the flesh jiggle, red welts appearing, and then she stepped back. The rope around her throat tightened further, cutting off her breathing entirely. Her vision started to dark, and she could feel hands on her body, a chain wrapping around her waist, the links cold and rough, a padlock clicking shut. It was a mercy when she was dropped back to the floor, the noose loosened and then pulled off her neck, so she could breath. More chains, thick and heavy, were used to connect her wrists to her waist, too short to give her much movement. Another chain around her neck, rubbing onto where the rope had chafed, the links pinching and scraping. A yank on that pulled her forward, her trainers slapping against the stone floor, and she was made to walk forward, pulling on the arm-chain, feeling it snap taut as she reached the limit of her reach, the wood unyielding around her wrists. There was no chance to collect herself as she was pulled into the hallway, bare, cold stone, with only small, narrow windows, barely letting any light in. The door slammed shut behind them, one of the nuns walking close behind, the other pulling on the chain. 'Hey!' She dug her heels in, the lead nun not stopping, still dragging her forward. The wood bit into her wrists, but she held her ground. 'Let me go! You can't do this! This is kidnapping!' The one behind her slapped her on the ass, making her squeal, forced into taking another step forward. 'You've been signed over into our care. And we like to look after little lost lambs! We'll take good care of you.' She stepped in close, digging smooth fingers into Amber's backside. 'Don't get many as pretty as you.' She leaned in close, other hand twisting Amber's hair out of the way, pressing lips against Amber's neck, teeth nibbling at skin, making Amber squeal. 'Fuck off! Get away from me!' The fingers dug in deeper, another hand sliding around Amber's front, cupping a breast. 'Oh? I think that was a bad word. Isn't that right, Sister Clarice?' The leading nun nodded, still tugging on the chain, Amber trying to resist her strength, slowly getting pulled forward, her breasts and backside being groped. 'It was, Sister Mary. We've been ordered to put her in her cell, but that doesn't mean we can't punish her for her sins. If she's doing this, who knows what wicked, naughty things she might already have done?' The fingers kept sliding and stroking over her breast, eerily smooth, another bite-kiss on her neck. As she was pulled forward again, the hand rose, coming up over her mouth, pushing against her lips, pressing hard and cutting off her air again. 'Bite me and you'll regret it!' Having no air made resistance impossible, and there was nothing for it but to be dragged forward, pulling and yanking on the wood that bound her wrists. She could feel the nun behind her, their habit thin enough that she could feel their breasts, the warmth and strength of their body, pressing against hers, keeping her under control. She was led and dragged and pushed through the stone corridors, the place a maze, full of sudden twists and turns, windows overlooking steep mountainsides, high and empty. There were no other people, although she heard the crack of a blow on flesh and a whimpered cry. As they turned another corner, she looked down into an internal courtyard - in the center were two wooden posts, chains hanging down, currently held tight and taut, latched around the wrists of a young woman. Her face was hidden by a leather hood, and they seemed to be held up mostly by the chains, their body limp. As they walked around, Amber could see that her back bore evidence of harm - red slashes and welts along their pale skin, slowly turning to bruises, more on their buttocks. 'That's what happens to naughty girls. What did she do, Sister Mary?' 'She tried to escape. First time, so forty lashes. Such a shame. Although I hope I'll be in the infirmary to look after her, I'm sure she'll appreciate some tender care.' 'Sister Mary does like to care for the pretty ones. Best watch out you don't offend her, or she might take you for some special penances.' Fingers kneaded her ass even harder, hard enough to hurt, then letting go and slapping her ass, hard enough to make her squeal in pain. 'Into your cell then.' They were in a long hallway, broken by regular wooden doors, all small, marked with numbers burned into the wood. It was cold, smelling of sweat, piss and fear, and she could hear a faint sobbing from behind one of the doors. She tried to resist, but the hand tightened over her mouth and pinched her nostrils shut until her lungs burned and she was shove-pulled forward again, the lead nun pushing a door open, cold air flowing it, reminding Amber of her forced nudity. Inside was a small stone cell, the only light coming from a tiny hole in the wall. There was a blanket on the floor, stretched over a thin mattress, a hole in the floor - was that for pissing in? A metal hook danged from the middle of the ceiling. 'Normally, you'd be locked in to think about your sins, but as you're such a naughty girl, then we'll need to be rougher with you.' She was positioned beneath the hook, her arms dragged up, the chain short enough that she couldn't fully stretch out. The hook was pulled down, the metal curve so long that it could curve beneath the wooden wrist-cuffs, holding them in place. It clicked upwards, forcing Amber onto her toes, the chain around her waist now biting into her skin, forced tighter by the position of her arms. The nun behind her started feeling the rest of her body, running fingers up and down her ribs, stroking into Amber's armpits and making her shiver. 'Don't want you making noise, so let's block up that sinful mouth of yours.' The other one fetched a thick wad of fabric, grabbing at Amber's jaw and forcing it open, shoving the fabric it. The stuff expanded to fill Amber's mouth, soaking in her spit, tangling around her tongue, puffing out her cheeks, rough and scratchy. It was long enough that more of it was tied around her head, wrapping around to keep it in place. 'Mphh!' Being gagged as she was stroked and molested, her arms and hips hurting, made her feel utterly powerless. She couldn't move enough to wrench her arms off the hook, or relieve the pressure coming through the chain, twisting on her toes. 'A sinner should be nice and naked. You'll have to earn your clothing!' Her shoes were grabbed, getting yanked off her feet, and then her socks as well. 'Mphh!' 'This is the start of your penance. If you're good, you might not be punished too much more. And you should be nice to us!' The one behind her kissed her again, this time between the shoulder-blades, another sharp little nibble, hands stroking down her back. 'We'll be back to feed you later. Maybe, if we remember.' Another spank to her backside, this one hard enough to make her shake forward, the chains too tight to rattle. Fingers slid between her thighs, a swift and unwanted caress, before the nuns left, the door locking shut behind them. Amber shivered, the air chill against her naked body, the wood of the chair cold against the few parts of her body it touched. Rough rope bound her ankles in place, another loop around her waist, a leather strap tight around her neck, pulling her spine stiff, her body lent slightly back. Her hands had been twisted around, so her palms were upwards, with metal clips locking her fingers down. There was no seat, leaving her backside suspended over empty space, just supported by a wooden bar beneath her thighs, and her feet dangled off the ground. She strained, trying to move, but the ropes were tight and effective, rubbing against her body painfully whenever she shifted. Her arms still ached and throbbed from the suspension, left hanging from the ceiling as the light had faded, before the nuns had returned and dragged her here. The gag was still in her mouth, making speech impossible, but her eyes darted around the dark room, lit only by a single, low candle. Thick, dark wooden shelves covered the stone walls, worrying-looking shadows catching her eye. She couldn't properly recognize many of the items, but they looked cruel and painful, and the room stank of sweat, a drain beneath her emitting an even worse odor. A hand lightly touched her head, stroking through her hair and making her shiver, trying to twitch away, but only succeeding in choking herself more. What was with the nuns? And their weirdly gloved hands, smooth and inhuman. 'Before you can show your penitence, we need to find out how much you have sinned.' 'Mphhh!' The hands stroked hair out of her eyes, jerking her head around, the leather strap scraping against Amber's neck. 'You have such lovely hair. It would be a shame to cut it all off, so I do hope you'll behave? Bad girls get shaved.' Fingers wrapped around her hair and tugged, hard, tears forming in Amber's eyes. Shave her head? 'Nphh!' 'We don't want to hurt you, but we need to be sure you're telling the truth. And you're such a sweet, soft thing.' A hand came around and lightly stroked a breast, before squeezing a nipple, rolling it between fingers. 'Mmmm, such a lovely body you have! I'm sure your soul can be saved, and then you'll make someone a lovely wife.' 'We'll have to see if she needs punishment first, and how much she has sinned.' The other nun was holding a fat candle, the thing shedding light upwards onto her face, making her look even more ominous. 'Don't get too attached. She might end up on the whipping post, if she doesn't confess.' 'True. But I think she'll be a good girl.' The nun leaned in, kissing Amber on her exposed throat, teeth nibbling at soft skin. The candle-light approached, the nun leaning over and putting the candle beneath Amber. Heat immediately started prickling her crotch and ass, making her squirm, unable to escape the slowly-increasing heat. 'If you are ever permitted to address us, then I am sister Clarice.' A wisp of dark hair escaped her wimple, as she laid a hand on Amber's thigh, pressing down hard and then pinching, then letting go and walking away. Her habit was tight enough over her back that Amber could see her buttocks, outlined beneath the all-covering fabric. She picked up a box, taking out more candles, the red wax bright even in the low and flickering light. Fingers continued to stroke at her breasts, a flush of heat coming over her chest, as the candle-flame beneath her continued to prickle at her skin. More candles were lit, placed just beneath her feet, flames nipping at her soles. She could raise her feet, but could feel the strain, the heat and pain getting worse every time she relaxed. And then a candle on each hand, these ones small and squat. 'If you drop them, then I'll make you eat them, understand? Although I'm not sure if you can even move your hands.' Amber tried to move her hands, but the metal clips over her fingers were too stiff, rope around her wrists, keeping them stationary. The heat was intensifying, sweat breaking out over her body, her feet and crotch suspended over the candle, the ones in her hands pushing down on her. Another sharp bite-kiss was planted on her back, slow and lingering, teeth twisting at skin before letting go, a tongue licking afterwards, before Mary leaned in, kissing Amber's ear and whispering. 'Good girls are hurt less. Sinner deserve punishment. I do hope you're sinful!' She giggled, the sound sickening Amber, trying to twist her hips away from the heat beneath her, starting to burn her thighs. 'The flogger first, Sister Mary.' 'Of course, Sister Clarice.' Mary's presence retreated, and then a moment later cords cracked the air, slapping against Amber's back. She bit down on the fabric pushed into her mouth, the wadding thick enough to absorb her bite, feeling lines of pain flare down her back. More strikes, each one hurting more than the last, cracks echoing off the stone walls, along with Amber's gagged moans of pain. She couldn't break free or escape, or do anything to lessen the impacts! Her feet twitched about, getting closer to the flames beneath her with a twitch of pain, making her try and hold them up. 'I'm going to remove your gag now and ask you some questions. If you start screaming, then I'll gag you again and we will hurt you until you are willing to be more sensible. You will need to be clear and concise in your answers - we will need to hurt you to be sure that you are being honest. Remember, lying to a nun is a wicked, wicked sin!' As she spoke, Mary's fingers continued to stroke and tease at Amber's nipples, light yet strong, making her chest feel warm, nipples getting hard. 'Your body is an invitation to sin. So it must be treated harshly, so you know how to behave.' Mary's fingers tightened, squeezing Amber's nipples hard, kissing her on the neck, then suddenly moving away. A moment later she came back, something metal now sliding over Amber's chest. It was a metal ring with two screws on, a spiked metal plate attached to each, and it went over her nipple. One of the screws was tightened, pushing the plates together, the spikes biting and crushing into Amber's nipple. Each little twist of the screw added more pressure, hurting more and more, sending stabbing pains through into her chest. When this was repeated on the other side, it was even worse, the pain building up within her body, and then a twitch of agony when Mary twisted one of the rings, twisting Amber's breast from the nipple. Her body was slicked with a cold sweat, from fear and the torment of the candles. Clarice stroked her smooth, black hand against Amber's forehead, then untied the gag. Amber was already too tired to try and spit it out, her jaw already strained as the fabric was pulled out, heavy and sticky with absorbed spit, Clarice's fingers forcing their way into Amber's mouth to pull it out. Her jaw ached! 'Have you ever known a man?' Amber's breasts throbbed, and she twisted her jaw, glad of the freedom to do so. Clarice's hand snapped forward, cracking against Amber's cheek. 'Have you ever known a man?' 'Oww!' The impact made her cheek throb, another stinging heat. 'No!' Another slap was even harder. 'Liars are punished.' The flogger cracked against her back again, slapping away sweat. 'You are a sinner. It is better to confess the sin, and then you may be forgiven. Have you ever known a man?' 'Yes!' A hand pressed against her back, pressing sweat-salt into the flogger-wounds, making her body tingle. Her thighs and pussy were now painfully hot, the candle-flame beneath her unrelenting, something she couldn't escape. She heard the rustle of Mary's clothing as she moved, out of sight, a finger touching against her backside, blocking the heat for a moment, giving her a merciful release. It teased along her ass, lightly tracing along her lips, already too warm and sensitized from the heat. 'Good. How many men have you let debauch and disgrace your body?' A flush of shame and embarrassment was added to the burning heat, and the crushing pain on her breasts. 'I... That's personal!' Clarice's hand shot forward, grabbing at one of the clamps and pulling on the metal ring. It was tight enough that it didn't release Amber's skin, stretching out first the nub of her nipple, and then her breast itself. 'There are no secrets here. You are to confess fully and utterly. Otherwise you are nothing but a wicked sinner, who deserves pain and suffering. How many men have had their pleasure with you?' She twisted the clamp, yanking around Amber's breast, deforming the soft flesh. Amber whimpered, sucking in air, and then screamed, the sound loud enough to hurt her ears. Clarice looked at her with disgust, pulling even harder and then letting go. 'Stupid, wicked sinner. You have been used by many men, haven't you? Twenty, thirty? Well, that means your whole body deserves punishment.' The fingers stroking at Amber's slit parted her folds, a finger sliding into her, making her tense up, raising up on the chair, the finger moving with her. 'You've offered up all your holes to male lust, haven't you? Such a naughty, dirty woman!' It stroked into her, back and forth, strangely seductive, and giving a welcome relief from the prickling pain of the candle beneath her. But she didn't want to feel aroused, she wanted to escape! The rope was unyielding though, biting into her skin and rubbing and chafing whenever she moved, her sweat making it sting more. 'Such a wickedly seductive body!' Mary's voice was soft, puffing against her cheek, as the woman continued to finger her. 'But you should repent. Tell us your sins, and we will help you. But if you don't then we will have to keep punishing you. That you are so easily aroused shows what a dirty, wicked sinner you are. But we're here to help.' Amber tried to scream again, but a hand clamped over her mouth, cutting her off into a muffled squeak. 'You are here to confess, not to scream. Sister Mary, fetch the oil. If she wants to be troublesome, then we will punish her.' She could only suck air in through her nose, tasting the plastic smoothness of Clarice's hand, Mary's finger sliding out, the heat of the lower candle flaring against exposed, soft skin again. Clarice's eyes stared into her, cold and hold, her other hand picking up the candle from Amber's right hand. She tipped it, droplets of hot wax splattering against Amber's exposed palm. The impacts stung, little needle-pricks of heat before the wax dried, setting into place on her sweaty palm. Another tilt, and it was a stronger flow, pooling in her palm before starting to try. Her exclamation was swallowed by Clarice's palm against her mouth, becoming just a pathetic whimper as the candle was placed back down, the warm wax drying around it to seal it in place. 'The pain shows your sin. Perhaps we should submerge you in holy water, until you confess? Now, how many men have used your flesh? Ten? Twenty? If you lie, I will hurt you further. Is it twenty?' The pressure on her mouth released slightly, just enough to let Amber talk. 'Yes! Twenty!' It had been three, but the pain jolted the answer from her mouth before she could stop herself. 'Name them.' A finger stroked back down against her slit, now slippery with some fluid. It slid into her, smearing over her folds. And then a heat, dry and chemical, started to assault her pussy, stabbing into her. 'That pain is nothing compared to the fires of hell. Now, confess your sins.' Amber tensed her thighs, trying to will the pain away, the finger pushing deeper into her, leaving a trail of pain behind it, that promised last. She couldn't force Mary's finger from her body, as another finger slid into her, making her whimper as it stretched her out. 'Names, sinner! Or do I need to punish your lying tongue?' Fingers violated her mouth, pinching and squeezing her tongue, pushing in far enough to make her jaw ache and twisting her tongue. 'Arphhh!' Her jaw creaked, struggling to contain the fingers and knuckles, mind whirling in a confused, pained and lustful blur. It withdrew, her jaw sagging open, feeling fingers wipe sticky spit over her chest, before giving a nipple a swift tug. She moaned again, the pain doing something to help keep her focused, rather than fading into the agony. 'I am trying to help you. Names, or I will be forced to hurt you again.' The nipple-clamp was pulled and not released this time, keeping the flesh stretched out, Amber unable to twist to relieve the strain. 'Steven! Andrew!' Her breast ached with pain, the nipple getting twisted, even more suffering. Her slit ached with a stinging pain, whatever was being rubbed into her now soaked in. The two fingers continued to twist and writhe inside of her, stoking her inner heat, but in an agonizing way. 'The pain you are feeling is nothing compared to eternal punishment. Confess!' 'Malik! Please, make it stophhargh!' Her plea for mercy just resulted in further pain, and the fingers shoved even deeper into her, the stinging gel smeared even more thickly inside of her. She tried shaking her hips, feeling sweat slick her body, soaking into the ropes as they scratched at her skin, another source of pain. The cords didn't shift or even slacken, staying taut. Whenever she twisted her feet, it moved them closer to the candles, the heat building, threatening to burn her soles. Her buttocks were starting to burn as well, the candle emitting heat, making her backside sting. 'David! Jun!' It was hard to think, and she had to scrabble for random names, spilling them forth, still powerlessly squirming against the ropes. Her nipple was released, decreasing the pain for a moment, although that just made the agony from elsewhere seem more intense in comparison. She kept talking, babbling the names, the nun staring at her with cold dispassion. Fingers slapped against her face, helping to break her from her trance, making her yelp in pain. 'Twenty-three. So you're a liar and slut. But that's what we can help with.' A smile suddenly appeared on her face, although it was no less terrifying. She leaned forward and kissed Amber on the lips, sucking away her breath, hands stroking over Amber's sweat-slicked belly, still panting with pained breaths. 'As a sinner, you must now contemplate your actions. Your body is an attractive fruit, but it seduces others into wickedness.' She slapped Amber against the face again, but with less force this time. 'Open wide.' 'No, pleapphhhh...' Her protest was cut off by having a wad of fabric shoved into her mouth and knotted in place. The candles continued to prickle and torment her body, making her twist and jerk in futile attempts to avoid the heat, the fingers sliding out of her. She felt them press against her back, making that sting with heat, the stuff settling into the flogger wounds. 'Contemplate your sins, and be moved to purity of action in the future.' Sister Mary continued to stroke her back, making it tingle painfully every time she pressed against it. Sister Clarice went to the shelves and picked up a wooden plaque, hanging it on a hook on the wall in front of Amber. 'These are the rules you should live by.' She kissed Amber on the forehead, as she felt Sister Mary lick at her back, her skin crawling at the feeling of a tongue against her skin, licking away the sweat. 'I want you to have learned them by the time we return.' She stepped away, letting Amber read the plaque. A good girl obeys her master. A good girl is happy to serve. A good girl knows her place. A good suffers with pleasure. Mary moved in close, nibbling on Amber's ear. 'If you sin again, then we can spend some more time together. I'd like that.' Her hand stroked down Amber's back, pressing against the sweaty, stinging wounds, then slapping at her, making her gasp in pain. 'Don't get distracted, Sister Mary. We have other reprobates to punish!' The hand slid down, around Amber's waist, swiftly stroking between her legs, pinching her inner thigh. 'Yes, Sister Clarice. We shall leave Amber to suffer, and maybe she will be more penitent when we return.' Without a hand to shield her, the heat against her buttocks and pussy was increasing, making her twist around more urgently. Her soles were starting to get burned, now sensitive, her sweat not enough to protect her, leaving them sensitive as the flames tickled and prickled her soles and between her toes. 'Npphh!' She didn't want to be left here! But the nuns made their way towards the door, Sister Mary turning for a quick look at Amber's sweat-slicked, tormented body with a hungry grin, then leaving, closing the door behind them. Her vision was blurry, tears trickling down her face, doing nothing to cool her down, as she vainly tried to escape the pain, the room slowly darkening. Amber's feet were sore and pained, still not healed from the candle-torture. Metal pushed against them, pushing her up onto her toes, a high heel-spike, at least four inches high, making her totter around. She liked high heels when she was dressed up and clubbing, wanting to look sexy. But not when it was having metal high heels locked around her ankles! A paddle slapped against her ass, the burned skin still sensitive, making her dance forward, the ankle-chain clinking, snapping taut as it reached it's maximum length, and she almost fell over. She couldn't steady herself with her arms, bound into a leather sleeve behind her back, with leather straps over her shoulders. 'Mrphhh!' The fat wad of cloth in her mouth was soaked and drenched in her spit, wrapped around her tongue, making it harder to breath. 'A proper young lady should have a proper gait and carriage.' Clarice slapped the paddle against Amber's ass again. 'Keep going.' Amber forced herself to take another step forward, her legs already starting to ache, her ass battered and bruised. With the heels locked on, she was taller than Clarice, but she couldn't talk, couldn't move her arms, and didn't want to be paddled again, so tried to stand up straight, holding her head high and stepping forward, placing each foot in front of the other, the motion making her hips sway. The room was the largest she had yet seen here, statues of suffering saints watching her with mournful and tormented eyes, their bodies twisted and contorted. Leather and steel items were neatly laid out on shelves, just the sight of them making Amber nervous, even if she couldn't work out what most of them were. Every step she made clicked against the bare stone floor, sending a little shock of impact up her ankles and into her straining calves. Beads of cold water trickled down her skin, slowly evaporating and making her shiver, from having water dumped on her, the closest thing to a wash she'd had since getting here. It made her hair stick to her back, a straggly lump. Mary was stood at the other end of the room, holding a cane, hungry eyes watching Amber's every movement. Having to walk closer to her made Amber nervous, not liking the way she was being stared at, nor the smile on Mary's face, the cane flicking about. She didn't want to feel that impacting onto her flesh! But with Clarice keeping close behind her, with the paddle in hand, there was no choice. The door to the room was open, but there was no way that she could make a break for it - not in the heels, and especially not with her arms trapped and bound! Amber tried twisting her shoulders, hoping that the leather sleeve might slip loose, but it was securely strapped into place, leather tight around her body. 'Your husband will be glad of your training.' The paddle tapped against her backside, more gently this time, but still making her muscles throb and sting. As Amber approached, Mary's cane flicked forward, tapping against her belly, just above her navel, jabbing into skin. 'Mphh!' 'Such a lovely body!' It scraped upwards, between Amber's breasts, before withdrawing and then flicking forward, striking against her unprotected flank. 'Your posture is still sloppy though.' She pulled something off the shelf - a high curve of metal with a big ring on the front, currently open, and then approached Amber. 'Chin up.' She bought the cane up between Amber's thighs, wedging it into place. 'Hold that. If it drops, then you will be punished.' Amber mewled, but tried to tense her thighs to hold it there, as Mary pushed on her chin, making her stand even straighter. The metal was a collar, which Mary started to wrap around her neck. The metal was cold, pressing tightly against her skin, forcing her to hold her head up, high and stiff. It clicked tightly into place, the front locking shut. 'If that doesn't work, then it'll be a tight corset as well.' With the collar locked into place, then Mary took a grip of the cane, pulling it up, sliding it into Amber's pussy, lightly pulling it back and forth. It parted her lips, easily sliding into her, and she tried to twist away, tensing her legs. Fingers pinched her stomach, squeezing soft skin, the cane still sliding back and forth. She could feel a heat rising up between her legs, trying to turn away, but the cane held her in place, along with the tight grip of Mary's fingers. 'Don't get too attached, Sister Mary. The sinners in our charge are rarely here for long - most are either rehabilitated or get sent to other institutions.' Mary's hand came up and stroked at a breast, more lightly stroking over the skin, Amber's nipples still sore from the clamps, cold from the water. 'She is pretty though. Even if she is sinful.' She pulled the cane upwards, forcing Amber even higher up, grunting into her gag as she was violated. 'Turn around.' It slid out of her, chafing against her walls, and then poking against one side of her stomach. Amber grunted, pushing back against the cane, not wanting to obey. Pain flared across her buttocks, the paddle slapping against her tormented skin, making her yelp, stumbling in the heels, unable to move her head to see what was happening, the collar locked tightly into place. 'Mphh!' 'You will obey, or you will suffer. Perhaps the rope will help keep her focused?' 'Yes, I think so.' Mary jabbed harder, Amber following the motion and turning around this time, coming face-to-face with Clarice, looking down on the top of her wimple. She was shoved from behind and started walking again, her neck now high and stiff. She could hear noises behind herself, hempen scraping, but didn't dare turn around to see and couldn't move her neck, her nervousness growing until she reached the far end of the room, stopping next to a metal spike embedded in the wall and turned around, her legs getting tired, wanting to sit down. Mary was walking towards her, holding a long rope, regular knotted lumps dividing it up, the far end tied onto a black iron cock that poked up from the wall at about waist height. She approached Amber, standing far too close, their bodies pushing together. She could feel the other woman's warmth through their habit, breasts pressing against her body, Mary smiling at her. 'We will hope you to become better behaved.' She reached past her, tying the rope off around the spike, so the thing was now tautly stretched across the room. 'And lovely to look at as well. Turn around.' Amber started turned as Mary pressed down on the rope with one hand, lowering it slightly, before grabbing Amber's nearest leg with her other hand, still wrapped in the strange, slick-smooth glove, pulling it up by the thigh, unclipping the ankle-chain. Amber swayed, her balance broken, only supported by the hard grip, unable to fight back as her leg was wrenched upwards, pulled over the rope and then let go, Mary clipping the ankle-chain back. Without Mary holding it down, it bounced back, slapping against Amber's crotch, high enough to slide between her legs, a hard knot striking her cunt. With the heels on and her arms bound, she was unable to dismount from the rope, staring across the room at Clarice. She was shoved forward, having no choice but to advance, the rope sliding between her legs, teasing against her, sliding into her body. It was rough rope, spiking and chafing against her soft, sensitive flesh. Every step made it prickle and rub, sliding deeper and deeper into her, adding to the heat that was building within her. The knots were even worse, harder, harsher lumps, and she tried to rise up onto her toes to avoid them, despite the additional strain this put on her legs. Studying Submission Preview Chapter One: An Isolated Institute The hangover jangled Madison's head, her skull throbbing as the car drove up the winding mountain roads. She was thankful for the tinted windows, helping to block out the bright sunlight on steep, tree-filled hillsides. How much had she drunk last night? But it had been a great party - dancing from dusk 'till dawn, going through a blurry succession of clubs, her mind filled with the memories of flashing strobes and heavy bass. Groping hands moving over her butt, attractive men pushing themselves against her, sweat heavy in the air. Not that she'd gone all the way with any of them - although she might have blown one of them in the toilets? That had been after slamming down several shots of vodka, so it was hard to remember though. But the way that the men had looked at her, their eyes hot and covetous... Madison pulled her thighs together, a tired, head-throbbing pulse of lust washing through her. Was she even wearing underwear? A memory flashed up, of her pulling them off, holding the skimpy lace out, before rubbing them onto the face of someone, grinding against them and feeling their cock pushing against their jeans, before leaving them there, frustrated and denied. 'You need to be on your best behavior.' Madison groaned as her bitch of a stepmother spoke, primly perched on her seat. She was dressed in a close-fitting black dress and pearls, paid for with Daddy's money, of course. Money-grubbing bitch! Why Daddy had married her... 'You've been causing a lot of problems recently, so I convinced your father to take action. This is a chance to make a new start - a finishing school, far away from any... negative influences. And it's costing a lot of money, so I do hope you won't disappoint your father again. You're almost twenty, you should be behaving more like an adult!' If Madison hadn't been so hung-over, then she would have stuck her tongue out, but her mouth was dry and gungy, and all she wanted to do was sleep, maybe after a good fuck, or at least a session with a vibrator. She was twenty, yet was still treated like a child! The car turned around a mountain-edge, and a valley opened up - a picturesque mountain village was neatly contained around a sparkling lake, wood-framed houses set around a village square. Madison groaned - the place was tiny, and definitely wouldn't have any clubs or bars! Overlooking the village was an odd mixture of a castle and manor. Thick grey walls were softened with flower-covered vines, a blocky central tower rising up from behind it, windows reflecting the sunlight. But next to that was a castle-manor like something from a TV shows, a combination of sturdy grey stone and less military mansion. It was like something from a theme park, except real, with splashes of color - more flowers? - visible at the windows. Madison's stomach lurched as the car dipped down a steep slope, bumping her around in her seat. 'Here. Drink this.' Her stepmother handed over a bottle of water, the stuff looking cloudy, but Madison didn't care, opening it up and gulping it down. She'd need to go for a piss soon, but she needed liquids! The road through the village was cobblestones, the bumping around making Madison's entire body ache, her head too numb to form thoughts. All that she noticed through the village was that there seemed to be more young women than expected, all dressed in a uniform - knee-length black skirts and white blouses, with red blazers, most wearing tights. A uniform? She wasn't a kid! Although it did look tighter than most, highlighting their breasts and waists. The agonizing cobblestones continued, as they drove up towards the castle. The place was surrounded by large, open gardens, old-fashioned statues set amongst greenery, box hedges blocking her vision, with smaller buildings half-hidden amongst the estate. It was a relief when the vehicle finally stopped, the juddering throbbing no longer running through her bones, the motor clicking off. The door was opened, warm air and sunlight rushing in, Madison fumbling to put sunglasses on. Outside was stood a young woman, wearing the same uniform, a black choker around her neck, with black leather gloves on her hands. She had wavy and glossy black hair that fell partway down her back, tied at the nape of her neck with a leather band, and smooth brown skin. She looked at Madison, making her feel suddenly self-conscious - she hadn't changed from last night, and was still wearing a tight and short silver party dress, coming barely to her thighs, her heels discarded for the moment, her feet bare. Madison tried to stare back, but was too tired, looking away first. 'Madison, I believe? You are late, but the headmistress is expecting you.' They reached forward, grabbing Madison's arm and pulling her forward, out of the vehicle. She was too weak to resist, the woman stronger than she looked, leather-wrapped hands gripping tightly. Her bare feet touched onto a gravel floor, the stones spiking her feet. She yelped in pain, trying to shift her balance, but there was no way to get comfortable, as she danced around. Madison tried to jump back into the car, but the woman's grip was too tight. 'Let me go!' They changed their grip, pulling her closer, the gravel spiking her feet again, before wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her up, carrying her over a shoulder. It shoved into her stomach, making it hard to breath, and making her head tilt downwards against their chest. Madison's long, blonde hair flowed downwards, getting into her eyes, as she tried to crane her neck to look around, feeling one hand tighten on her bare ass. She almost barfed, the taste of bile rising up in her throat, and then the woman started to move. From the position Madison was in, she could see that they were wearing brown leather flats, black stockings sheathing her legs. Madison was carried inside, through a grand wooden doorway, grumpy-looking statues glaring at her from both sides. Another schoolgirl was sat behind a desk and nodded at them, before scribbling something into a fat leather book, an inside door then opening with a metallic click. Inside was revealed luxury - a red-and-gold rug covered most of the stone floor of a waiting room, the walls covered with expensive-looking paintings and ornaments. They lifted Madison off their shoulder, putting her on the floor, the rug beneath her feet, keeping one hand on her shoulder. Their gaze was strong, as they reached out and gently plucked Madison's sunglasses off her face. 'It would be better not to annoy the headmistress on your first day.' She looked down at Madison's clothing. 'More than you're already going to, at least.' They brushed their hand against Madison's face, tidying her hair a little, close enough that her body pressed against Madison's. They were wearing makeup, but it was very restrained, "natural" looking, save for smokey mascara circling her eyes, and her lashes were long and soft. The door clicked shut just after Madison's stepmother passed through, some device within the thick wood locking into place. There was a skylight, high above them, but only one other door, this one just as sturdy-looking. What was this place? Madison had been drunk when the bitch had been telling her about it, other than that she was being sent "away" to help with her "problems". The inner door opened, and another young woman stepped out. Her skirt was shorter, coming to just above her knee, but her face was red and ugly, with tears running down her cheeks. Her hands were held open, and Madison could see that her palms were covered with red marks, before she twisted them away, turning back to face into the room and bowing, deep enough that the back of her skirt rose up, revealing that her thighs were covered with more thin red marks, some starting to darken into bruises. After bowing, she turned back, her tear-filled eyes meeting Madison's for a second, before she scurried away, slamming against the door and having to hammer on it before it opened. The sounds of her footsteps retreated, going silent as the door shut once again. Madison swallowed, suddenly nervous, her bladder full. Could she go for a toilet break? But her guide took a firm grip and pulled her forward, fingers like iron, digging painfully into the bones of her wrist. She was yanked through the doorway, into the adjoining room. It was even larger than the waiting room, although the stone floor was cold on her feet - there was a large rug, arabesque patterns of red and blue and white, around an imposing desk. The walls were covered with dark wooden shelves, leatherbound books and ornaments in place. Wood rattled, drawing Madison's attention, to where a tall, slender woman was sliding a wooden stick into a pot holding a whole bunch of the things. She was dressed in an ankle-length skirt, her blouse showing off an hour-glass figure, corset wrapped around her waist, black hair scraped up into a bun. 'Mrs. Kitherton? And you must be Madison?' She turned and walked back to her desk, sitting down on the heavy wooden chair in place behind it, the thing high-backed, like a throne. Of to one side was a strange ornament, what looked like hinged wooden blocks stood up atop a wooden base. Although there were windows, they were only narrow, the room filled with soft shadows, details of what was on the shelves impossible to make up. She wanted to lay down and rest, to sleep off the head-throbbing hangover! The woman dragging her around let go, standing back and out of sight. Madison's step-mother walked forward, seeming nervous herself. 'Yes. I heard about your... establishment from a friend who sent her daughter here. Reiko Ishikawa?' 'Oh yes, little Reiko. Yes, she took some work to shape, but she got there in the end. And is now happily married. It's always a delight when one of the students is taken as a wife. Now, this is... Madison, I believe?' Her voice hardened, any warmth draining away as she addressed Madison, looking her up and down. Madison stared back, trying to ignore the still-throbbing headache, now shot through with tiredness. She wanted to sleep! But she wasn't going to be a good girl for this old bitch, although she couldn't help but tug on the hem of the dress, trying to pull it down a little, to cover more of her thighs, hoping that it wouldn't be noticed that she had nothing on beneath. 'Yes.' 'Yes, Ma'am. While you are here, you will behave with respect towards your superiors. It would be a poor start if you were to begin with some demerits.' Her look was strong and powerful, forcing Madison to look away. 'Isabella will be your grande sœur - it will be up to her to explain how things work here. And to make sure that you are behaving appropriately. It seems as though you have been allowed a little too much freedom - that ends now. Your guardians have determined that this is the best for you. There is no escape from here - the sooner you accept that the better. Now, Isabella, take your petite sœur in hand.' Madison heard a tearing sound, taking a moment to realize that it was the sound of fabric getting torn, leather-gloved fingers tearing at the neckline of her dress and ripping downwards, tearing it away from her body. Cool air suddenly kissed against her skin and she realized she was naked, forcibly stripped. Fierce shame burned through her, the prickling hot-cold flushes of humiliation. Her hands moved to cover herself, one over her crotch, the other over her breasts, as she tried to hunch over protectively. 'As you command, Headmistress Lehrerin.' A gloved hand gripped the back of her neck, pushing her forward. 'Hey! Let go!' Madison tried to wriggle away, but the grip on her neck was strong, the other student implacable. She didn't dare move her hands away, not wanting to show herself, as she was shoved forward. The large rug was warmer than the bare stone, but she didn't want to be naked! She tried fighting free again, kicking backwards, feeling her heel connect against a leg. A stiff hand chopped into her flank, just beneath her ribs, before she was simply picked up, lifted off the ground and back onto their shoulder. Madison bought her hands down, punching them in the back, but it made no difference, not even stopping their movement. Her senses spun and swam, hangover making her wanting to retch. As she inhaled to protest again, she got flipped through the air again, the back of her head knocking against the desk, dazing her. Her vision wavered, the dark wood of the ceiling flickering around as she stared up at the headmistress. She reached forward and twisted the wood, bringing it down over Madison's neck. When she tried to rise up, the wood didn't move, locking her into place. She couldn't see what was happening, but her hands were pulled back onto the desk as well, more wood hinging downwards, forcing her into a painfully arched position, feet shuffling awkwardly. 'Fuck off! What is this! Let me go!' She flailed with her legs, only stopping when a hand grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing tightly. 'Isabella was on the disciplinary committee - she is very skilled at keeping her fellow students on the straight and narrow. Now, Madison, I know that you are new, so I am willing to be somewhat merciful. Apologize to your grande sœur, or there will be consequences. As she will be in charge of you, I would advise humility.' 'No! Let me go! Stupid bitch.' A hand slapped her belly, her tit still getting crushed. 'Another word from you, and you will lose the privilege of speech.' 'You can't do this! Let me grphhhh!' The headmistress pushed a thick wad of cloth into her mouth, shoving it between her teeth. It immediately started to soak up her spit, more fabric getting pushed in, making her cheeks bulge out. 'Mpphhh!' 'Silence. Students that disobey are punished.' Madison tried pushing with her tongue, wanting to get her mouth free, but the headmistress tutted, before holding up some kind of leather strap, with a thick middle part and a bright buckle. The middle padded bit was placed over her mouth, before the strap was wound around her head. 'Mpphh! Lphhh!' There was no way to dislodge the fabric, and it was wicking away all the moisture in her mouth. 'Not the best of starts. Isabella, I leave the rest of her education to you. I was hoping to have her change into her new uniform, but her behavior shows that she is not yet worthy of it. Perhaps exposure to the alternative will render her more obedient? Now, I need to settle some formalities, and payment, with Mrs. Kitherton. You may walk your new petite sœur to her room.' She flicked Isabella's forehead, before touching some part of the restraint device and releasing it from the desk. She was pulled up to a standing position, her arms now locked into the yoke, in line with her head, elbows down. The wooden thing was so tight she couldn't slide her wrists out, her hands grasping at air. With her head locked into place, she was looking up, her stomach roiling, chest aching from the strikes and blows. Metal clicked, and the wooden block was detached from the upright bar. She was pulled upwards, bringing her face to face with Isabella. She tried to whimper through the gag, but couldn't manage more than a desperate whimper, before Isabella hooked fingers through a ring on the front of the wood. There was no way to resist, as she was dragged away, cool air sliding over her naked body. They dragged her forward, pushing the door open. Shameful prickles flushed through her, hot and cold, her body entirely exposed, her squeezed tit still aching. Isabella was moving fast, never giving Madison the chance to recover herself, pulling her back through the waiting room and the entrance hall, and then outside. The chauffeur saw her, smiling and shocked as he looked at her naked body, and she wanted to curl up and die of shame. She barely even noticed the biting gravel stabbing at her feet, as she was pulled forward, and then into another building. More young women, all in the uniform, were there, staring at the interruption. 'Npphh!' But there was no way to fight back or resist, and her mind was fuzzy and dazed. She lost track of directions, getting hauled through hallways and passageways, up a spiral staircase, knocking her toes against a steep step. Another wooden door was already ajar, leading to a room she barely glimpsed before getting pulled into a tiny, cell-like bedroom, with a small bed, a tiny window and a wooden chest. She was thrown onto the bed. 'I was hoping for a nice, polite petite sœur. But it seems that I'll have to be rougher with you. Unfortunately, you seemed determined to act up - if you ever shame me like that in front of the headmistress again, then I'll be punished as well. And if that does happen, then you can be sure that I'll take it out on you.' As Madison tried to stand, Isabella straddled her, pinning her in place with her own weight. She reached over to the chest and pulled out some rope and a leather sack. The rope went through the loop on front of the wood, then around the bed-frame, getting tied short, dragging her head over the pillow. 'You can think about your future behavior. Afterwards, I'll be teaching you correct behavior. Harshly, if needed.' She squeezed a nipple, hard enough to make Madison squeak, then shook out the sack. The opening was wide, and it was then dragged over Madison's head, plunging her into darkness. It tightened around her neck, locking out the light, before Isabella stood up. 'Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. The better you behave, the more likely you are to graduate to a good home.' 'Mpphhh!' The rope held steady when Madison tried moving, making the yoke tighten around her neck, choking her. She spiraled down into darkness, giving in to the tiredness the rose up within her. Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink. |