THE SCHOOL

BY BLUEDAWG

This story is a parody intended for adults only. It is totally
and completely fictional. This author does not in any way condone
or support any real world sexual acts or violence directed
towards children and/or non-consenting adults in anyway, shape,
or form.

The little girl was named Amy. She had just turned 11 and was
enjoying a day at the beach with her mother. She was gorgeous
little blonde, well-tanned all over in her tiny little orange
strapless bikini. She had a curvy figure with a terrific, plump
ass. It was only her rather flat chest and short height that told
everyone this was a pre-teen.

The woman that came up to her was a teacher at her school. Tina
Wells was very pretty and had an angelic face so Amy thought
nothing of it when she asked her to come over to her car to help
her with something. The car turned out to be a van, which should
have been the first clue to run, but Amy didn't. When Wells
opened the back door, a pair of strong hands grabbed the young
girl and yanked her in. Then the woman calmly shut the back door
and walked around to the driver's door, got in, and drove away.

In the back, young Amy was fighting for all she was worth, but
the man in the back was many times her size and strength. In
addition, the van had been designed with sound-proof material
that blocked almost any noise. Still, the duo took no chances.
Amy opened her mouth to scream only to have it immediately filled
by a prod made of hard rubber. The prod was huge and long and
Amy's little mouth was filled to the brink… and beyond. She
gagged and retched as the tip of the prod reached the back of her
throat. The prod was connected to a large and thick leather pad
that completely covered the girl's lower face. It had all sorts
of buckles, which the man used to strap the muzzle on tightly.
One strap ran around Amy's face. Another had a Y-shaped
attachment that looped up and over her nose and over the top of
her head. Finally, a small belt went up and under her chin. With
practiced ease, the man cinched all of these as tightly as
possible and then locked them all in place with an audible click.

Suddenly, he released the girl and sat back.

Amy jumped away from him and landed up against the well-padded
door that led to the front of the van. Tina, driving along
carefully, felt the slight bump and turned the small monitor
built in to the center console. It showed her what was happening
in the back.

"Chuck, stop playing." She said into the tiny throat mike she
wore. "No. I like this part." He responded.

Amy say wide-eyed and huffing as she stared at the man sitting
calmly before her.

"Go ahead. Scream. You know you want to."

She took a deep breath and screamed. Only a slight mewling got
past the thick padding, and then only for a second before the
deep prod-gag caused her to retch.

"Poor little baby. That big ol' nasty dick in your mouth just
keeps you all quiet doesn't it?"

Amy hummed a bit more as she reached up to pull at the thing on
her face. It was like a steel octopus and didn't move at all
despite her best efforts.

"That won't do you any good, Amy-baby. That gag is locked on. You
might as well get used to it. From now on that pretty little
mouth will have something in it about 24 hours a day, 7 days a
week."

Amy retched and coughed silently as she started to cry.

"Now, now. I wouldn't do that if I were you kiddo. Your gag has a
small air hole in the middle, but it's very tiny and if you clog
up your nose with snot, breathing will become a real bitch."

Amy stopped crying but continued to pull at the muzzle in
frustration for a bit longer. Seeing this was futile, she jumped
over to the side of the van and started pounding on the wall. It
was well-padded and she barely made a sound outside. Chuck
giggled as he watched.

"Dammit! Stop fucking around! I mean it! We're almost at the
other pick-up and she's not even tied yet!" Tina growled into her
mike.

"Ok, ok. C'mere sweetie, time to get you all trussed up."

Amy, all but out of breath from her struggles, couldn't put up
much of a fight as Chuck cinched her wrists together with thin
cord, and then pulled them into a single leather sleeve which her
strapped on tightly. At the end of the sleeve was a thin strap he
used to cinch up tightly between the little girl's legs. Amy
grunted and mewled as her privates were invaded by the strap.

Finally, more straps were added to her legs and ankles, then she
was cinched into a tight hogtie.

Chuck gently patted and rubbed Amy's ass when he was finished.

"That's a very nice little ass you have there sweetie. I'm sure
I'll enjoy it."

The second girl was named Rita. She was part Hispanic and a bit
older than Amy at almost thirteen. She had long, thick,
coal-black hair and a much more developed chest, somewhat big for
a girl her age. Rita's best feature was her face. It was
stunning, with her big eyes and absolutely delectable lips.
Thick, full, lips that drew a man's attention right off the bat.

The abduction was basically the same, the exceptions being that
Rita was at the mall and was wearing a somewhat low-cut top,
short, tight skirt, and pantyhose with low heels.

"Nice tits for kid her age. You sure she's just 12?" Chuck said
as he jammed the penis-gag in.

"I'm sure, but she turns 13 in a month. No comment about the
lips?" Tina asked over the mike.

"Awesome. Born to suck cock. Let's roll."

And it's off to school they go...

******

"Miss Harkins School For Young Ladies" that was the name of it.
The school was located far off in the country in an old estate
home and surrounded by high walls. Walls that were guarded
constantly by large men and ferocious dogs.

The van had to go thru not one but three separate gates in order
to reach the "unloading point". The girls were released from all
their bonds save their terrible gags and wrist ties. They were
forced to stand there waiting.

Finally, a woman came out to greet them. She was extremely tall
(Almost six feet even without the 5" stiletto heels she wore.)
and quite attractive, even though, with her stern face and with
her hair pulled back into a tight bun she had a hard look about
her. She wore an all black dress that was so tight it looked
painted on. The dress showed off her incredible figure quite
well. Full breasts (D-cups at least) rode high and far apart. Her
waist was almost supernaturally tiny and it blossomed out into an
amazing set of hips and a full, round, ass. Needless to say, the
legs were stunning. All in all, a very imposing figure of a
woman.

The woman walked up to the too girls and looked them over for a
few moments before speaking.

"Not bad. Not bad at all, although this one is a little old.
We'll take them from here. Come along little ones. Your new home
is waiting."

The two girls were led inside a large office where two other
women waited patiently. Both were extremely beautiful and wore
tight dresses with very high heels.

"Ladies, please make our new arrivals more comfortable." Harkins
said as she sat down.

The two women quickly and efficiently began untying the girls.
They saved the gags for last and when they came off, both
captives started coughing.

"Get them some water."

"Now then, I'll begin. My name is Eunice Harkins and this is my
school. We teach… special… young ladies such as yourself. My
school is somewhat… unique in its teachings and approach, by let
me assure you we've had no complaints about the finished product.
Now, things are run rather diff…"

"I want to go home!" Rita said, almost crying as she did so.

Eunice's eyes flared in anger but her voice was calm . "Young
lady, I advise you to never… ever… raise your voice like that in
my presence again. And stop that blubbering. We don't tolerate
such things, is that understood?"

"Please! Let me go! I don…ummffgghh!!!"

Rita's voice was cut off by the firm hand of one of the other
women in the room. She held it there and did not turn loose.

"You, my dear, need to be taught some manners. And you will, but
I need to finish. As I was saying, this school is different as
you'll soon find out. Our number one rule around here is this…"

Harkins turned and pointed at the wall where a sign was hung.

It read: Young ladies should be seen and not heard.

"We take that rule very seriously around here, as you both shall
soon see."

Eunice noticed that Amy, although younger than Rita, seemed to be
taking all this much better than she would have thought.

"What about you… Amy is it? Any… questions? Go ahead, you may
speak… for now."

"I think I get it. This so-called school is just a place to grab
girls like us and I guess sell us to dirty old men or something?"

"My, aren't we the mature one!" Harkins said, surprised at the
girl's tone as much as her words. Most came in like Rita… or
worse.

"None of this bothers you?"

"Sure it does. I want to go home as bad as her, or worse. But,
the other stuff? Nah. I know how cute I am and I know how the
boys all like to look at me. I've been fighting off guys since I
was six. I've been tied up lots of times by the boys in the
neighborhood too. Never been trussed up and gagged like that, but
I know the score."

"Well. How… refreshing. Let's talk again in a week or so, shall
we?"

The girls were led out and taken across the hall. Amy went along
willingly but Rita was dragged along still hand-gagged and with
her arm twisted up painfully behind her back. Once there, there
made to strip naked and then were measured everywhere—even wrists
and ankles. Both were showered and washed, then taken to another
room where they were outfitted. The outfits consisted of white
micro-small thong panties and black skirts that were so short as
to not even fully cover their behinds. The tops were starched
white blouses with high stiff collars and very stiff cuffs. The
blouses were very thin and somewhat tight around the chest area.
Underneath, all the girls were fitted with strapless pushup bras
that left the nipples uncovered. The result was that even a
fairly flat chested little girl like Amy suddenly had a bosom
while a girl with a nice bosom like Rita looked positively
stacked. The other result was that the blouses, made of a rather
scratchy material, rubbed the girl's nipples incessantly, keeping
them in an erect state most of the time.

Finally, it was time for the shoes.

"You'll alternate between bare legs, white, knee-high, sheer
socks and stockings and you'll have several pairs of shoes. The
shoes are all high heels. Amy, you'll start off with three and a
half inch heels while Rita goes straight to four inches. Neither
of you is ever allowed to be bare-foot unless given permission,
is that understood?"

"Why the high heels?" Amy asked.

"Obviously, women look much better in heels, the higher the
better. By the time you leave here, you'll both be able to run a
marathon in six-inch stilettos."

The girls were then told to open their mouths.

"Why?" Amy asked.

"For your gags of course." The woman said as she held a white
rubber ball in her hand. It looked huge.

"What? Why?"

"I thought this was all explained to you." The woman sighed.
"Miss Harkins has found that it's best to keep young girls gagged
most of the time. It makes them concentrate better for one thing.
Also, it brings discipline and trains the girl's mouth for… other
things."

"You mean we'll have those balls in our mouths all the time?"

"Don't be silly. These are simply you're everyday gags. We also
have night-time gags, training gags and punishment gags. Of
course, you'll be freed during eating periods, oral washings, and
other special occasions."

"That's crazy! I want out of here! HEL…ummpghh!!!"

Amy's cry was cut off by one of the other women walking up behind
her and shoving the ball in her mouth.

"Getthhh iihhh ufffff!!" Amy screamed around the invading ball.

"Hmm. Too much noise. Let's try a number 5 on Amy. How about the
other one?"

Rita's eyes grew big as a number 5 ball gag was applied.

"Ummghg!" "This one has the most perfectly gagable lips I've ever
seen!"

"Yes, I agree. I think a five will work with this one, but you'd
better to a six."

"No, I think she can handle a 7."

To get the number 5 ball gag in Amy's mouth and the number 7 in
Rita's required a lot of pushing and twisting, but both women
were very experienced at this and so they soon had the oral
cavities of both girls fully stuffed. Before locking the test
gags in place, they pulled the arms of both girls behind them at
the wrists. The blouse cuffs, tight and thick, instantly locked
together. The girls were then turned loose. They pulled at their
trapped wrists but mainly they tried to expel the painful ball
gags. The youngsters hacked and twisted their heads in all
directions, but the attempts failed. The balls were so large that
even without straps holding them in, they were impossible for the
young girls to remove.

"Excellent. I think we've found the correct sizes for each."

The test balls were removed and all-new balls were reinserted.
Both were white and had white rubberized straps. Even bound as
they were, Amy and Rita put up quite a fight to keep the horrible
mouth invaders out, but it was no use. In a few minutes the girls
were ball gagged yet again—and this time the gags were locked
into place with the straps. When their wrists were unlocked, all
hands flew up to remove the balls from their mouths. Several
minutes of painful and futile tugging and pulling went on as did
a lot of mewling and whining. The women simply watched calmly. In
the end, exhausted and gasping for breath, they stopped.

"Finished? As you can see, once we gag you, you stay gagged. Poor
babies. We realize it's very uncomfortable, but it's for your own
good. In any case, you'll get used to it. Once a month, all the
girls are re-measured and refitted."

"What's next?"

The other woman looked at her watch.

"I think we just have time enough to get them over to makeup
before morning milking time."

Amy and Rita looked at each other pitifully. Makeup didn't sound
so bad, but what was morning milking?

They would soon find out…