File: 19_FORTI.TXT
Chapter 19 of the St Cunatus saga

                         Fortitude's Rewards


The visitor's rooms that morning present a scene of abandon to equal
the one starring Mother Alina and the posting of Amber. In fact, those
two *are* starring on the TV monitor in the Crest group's rooms, and being
recorded for posterity on the VCR. The joys of hidden-cam provide plenty
of entertainment as they prepare for the day with breakfast and a morning
fuck-fest. By the time Alina is jerking to a climax on her own bedpost
next to the blindfolded Amber, the cresters have subsided to a sedate
discussion of the day's plans, with the group seated in a circle around
the monitor. All four of the crest women are nestled in the lap of their
partners, a still hard cock up one or other of their passages.


They have been watching the morning's events on the TV bugs in Alina's
rooms, and finding the whole episode highly entertaining - and stimulating.
Riveting even. With the result that the Crest ladies are all getting riveted
one way or another as the play unfolds. Mostly they are sitting on the
laps of the men, cocks hard and deep in their cunts, all facing the small
screens as they exclaim and moan at their own pleasures or Alina's show.
The VCR is running, capturing it all for later use.


"To think! We thought we'd have to work at getting the sex rolling around
here!" Sue exclaims "Now I wonder if there's going to be _less_ kinky
stuff once the Sisters leave, and there's just us to look after the girls.
If the Mother superior is carrying on like this, what are the other nuns
doing?"

"Oh, you are too modest!" jokes Garth. "I shudder to think what your gym
classes will get up to."
"And the infirmary! 'Nurse Sue', ho ho, that will be a surprise to the
dears. They won't know what's got into them!" continues Tony.
"A rubber hose and a couple of litres of uhhhhh... suds, perhaps?" answers
Eve, as she rocks and bounces on Tony's lap, the two of them climbing to
pleasure's peak.

Garth: "Just don't anyone forget - there's many a slip twixt a cup and a
lip - we're not in charge here yet."
"Twixt a cup and a funnel with rubber hose, more like!" quips Wendy.
"True, but a few tapes like this certainly firm up our chances, now don't
they? Can you see Alina dragging her heels if someone were to present her
with having this stuff revealed? I don't think so." David counters.
June: "Well, you never can tell with these religious types. Martyrdom has
its appeals perhaps."
Eve: "If she goes any lower on that post, she'll be martyring herself, I'd
say. Ohhh look at that. Thats got to hurt! If she blacks out again she'll be
in trouble." Alina had begun a series of particularly impassioned hunches
onto the bedpost. "Is she going to do this all morning, I wonder?"

There are several minutes  more of watching Alina dancing on her post,
and Amber shuddering in blindfolded mortification on hers.

Garth: "She might, too. But maybe we should get going?  Wendy and I want
to have a look at those ruins, and somebody really should try and get a
few more strategic cameras in place. Come on Wendy, you ready to quit yet?"
Wendy": Mmmmm.... this is even better than lying around in bed, but yes, if
we don't get going, I can see us bonking here all day." She rises slowly,
reluctantly. "Ahhhhh, mm that was yummy. Thanks darling, a lovely start
to the day."


Tony: "So today we split up. I want to go though the admissions and accounts
files, Eve... do you still want to play 'interviews' with some of the 
sisters?"
Eve: "Oh indeed, playing... huh! You know, I've always found that the most 
hypnoticly succeptible subjects tend to also be more religious than average.
Seems like general suggestibility shows up as stronger than average 'take' 
of early religious indoctrination, and the same people seem to have little
resistance against _any_ imposed memetic template. Even a transitory one
such as a hypnotic state.
This promises to be a very interesting experiment. Will a group selected for
strong religious commitment be above average in ease of non-consensual
hypnosis? Its all _completely_ scientific. Heh..."
Tony: "I'm sure. OK, Garth and Wendy are leaving the rest of us to do all the
hard work, while they potter around in the old fort. Well, if you must."
Wendy: "Just for that, we won't let you have any of the buried treasure."
Garth: "We'll keep it all! Seriously, the thing is on the property, we should
check it out."
Tony: "Just kidding! Enjoy, really. Meanwhile, Mike and David will do a
'building services condition survey', which gets them into the hidden tunnels
in the buildings here. With a tool bag full of surveilance gear. Dusty hard
work, but also fun, eh?"
David: "Never. We'll hate every minute of it. Who wants to peek into teenage
girl's dorms and bathrooms, anyway?"
Mike: "Yeah, what a bore."
Tony: "I'm sure you'll manage to keep awake. But June, do you _really_
want to spend the day in the library? Sure, books are your business, but
surely if anything around here is going to be dull, its the library of a
religious school!"
June: "Perhaps, but then again, the strangest things tend to pop up in old
libraries. Perhaps some records of the early history of this place? Maybe I'll
slip a few dirty pictures in between the pages of the holy psalms. Would they
be sweaty psalms, then?"
Tony: "Hmpf. Don't you dare. Not yet, anyway. And Sue, you're looking into the
clinic and its setup. What are you planning, itching powder in the ointments?"
Sue: "Goodness no! Not today, anyway. Just checking out what we'll have, to
work with. And how to blend in the extra stuff we'll be bringing in."
Mike: "We'll see if there are any spy holes into the clinic too. That would
be useful."
Tony: "Right then, lets be off, to the execution of our evil plan!"

                       ------------------------

Its late that morning before Garth and Wendy push out through the last of
the scrub woods up on the low hills above the school's valley, and onto the
grassy fields of the hilltop sporting the ruins of the old fort. Up close,
in the bright sunlight and warming day, stepping thigh deep through the
drying grasses of summer, it seems much more impressive than from a distance.
Despite the signs of a century's neglect, the lichen, grass, ferns and even
a few straggly small trees growing in the stonework, it is generally intact.
The outer wall is nearly two stories high, a great square-cornered expanse
of tight-fitted limestone blocks. The structures inside are roofless, and
still bear the blackening of fire. In one section they are broken and jagged,
but from their approaching vantage there seems to have been no damage done
to the outer wall.

Walking around the construction, sweating in the direct sunlight, they find
the main entrance gate. It seems that the original doors were wood, and some
charred remnants are still visible near the top of the high opening. However
a more recent, fixed barricade of sturdy planks has been placed across the
entrance, no doubt in order to keep the careless from the dangers (ie fun)
within. Despite the sunbleaching and cracking of many years exposure to 
weather, this obstacle still presents no means of entry. They continue on
around the wall, and here come across a faint track in the tall grass along
the wall base. It wends among the small shrubs and weedy saplings that have
struggled to grow here, sheltered somewhat from the full sun, but still 
starved for water here on the dry peak of the knoll. Soon they come to a
section apparently closest to the area of destruction within the walls, and
here the wall has suffered significant damage. It still stands, but is skewed
outwards precariously, sections fallen from the top to form awkward rubble
heaps that the path negotiates. Then the path seems to end, among a denser
set of bushes pressed against the wall base.

The cool shade as they push into the clear space beneath the low leafy canopy
of the bushes is a great relief, although the thought of tons of stone blocks
leaning outwards threateningly above them is a definite disincentive to stop
and rest. They scout among the greenery, and find a ragged cleft, where the
stones have been split in a vertical line, and pushed outwards enough to
form an opening wide enough to squeeze through. Which they do, holding their
breaths for fear of bringing the whole lot down.

Inside the thick wall, they enter a shambles of collapsed masonry and ancient,
charred, smashed and rotting timbers, open to the sky above. They are at the
edge of an area of total destruction, as if some huge explosion had blasted
up and outwards from the inside of this section  of the fort. Picking their
way across the chaos, wary of the unstable footing among the scraggly weeds
and rubble, they enter a less destroyed passage with walls still standing,
and around a corner, even a vaulted brick roof. Judging by the strength and
thickness of the construction now visible in its original form, the explosion
must have been gigantic indeed, though probably a low velocity over-pressure
wave rather than a high rate shockwave.  Which would suggest that its source
was something like a powder or fuel-air detonation - probably gunpowder, in
light of its vintage.
Regardless of the destruction, somehow the very massiveness of the place begs
silence, and they explore on in awed silence, amid dust and debree of a
century's abandonment to the elements and wildlife.

Except, that they are not entirely the first, it seems. There are light and
small footprints in the dust here and there, some older, some seemingly very
new. The prints, of flat-soled shoes, small sized, are most everywhere, but
concentrate along one prefered route. As do the most fresh, crisp set.
Wendy whispers, unable to overcome the feeling of intrusion into a place not
intended for them: "Do you suppose... who could it be but some of the 
students? Thats very naughty of them, coming up here. I wonder if its just
adventure, or something more private?"
Garth: "I don't imagine they're here now, but still, lets follow quietly.
Won't hurt. At least we'll find where she... or they, spend their time here.
I'm impressed though. Quite a daring spirit, don't you think? Would you have
had the gumption to wag school and explore dangerous ruins when you were a
teen?"
Wendy: "Don't know, never had the chance. But I did explore all the local
stormwater drains near my home. Does that count? There were lots of spiders
and stuff."
Garth: "Yep. That counts all..."
Wendy: "Shhhh... did you hear that?"
"What?"
"I think we are not alone. That was a laugh. Up ahead there somewhere."
"... ah, now I hear voices...   stealth mode _on_, hey?"
"Right...."

They softly tiptoe forwards, following the prints, and the intermittent 
sounds. Which, as they close on the source, resolve as not simply a 
conversation, but a series of girlish laughs, giggles, shrieks, and 
definitely, definitely, sexual moans and gasps. Long before they reach the
entrance to a large, mostly roofed hall, and determine that the speakers
are inside, it is clear that they stalk a teenage lesbian couple, in
flagrante delicto. Or whatever one calls the girl-girl equivalent.

Not wanting to just stick their heads around the door's edge and peek, its
a relief to find that there are some chinks in the brickwork here, where
something once set into the wall has been wrenched away. Custom made spy
holes! They peek, stealthily.

The room could once have been a noble dining area. It has a large stone
slab table or plinth at its centre. Lying on this, on an old rug they must
have smuggled here, are two very curvaceous, nubile, and completely naked
students of St Cunes. Their uniforms are neatly folded at one end of the
slab, and their bodies are neatly entwined at the other. They lie, squirming
and giggling, embraced side by side, alternately kissing and stroking each
other, fingers roaming pleasurably. Every now and then a hand will dart to
the other's crotch, and work quickly there, dipping and rubbing. This 
immediately produces shrieks of ticklish laughter from the assaulted girl,
who promptly duplicates the tactic on the other, apparently with the intent
of so distracting her that she lays off from her initial attack. It sort of
works, in that neither of them seems able at the moment to keep up an assault
for long while being diddled themselves. It is a battle of helpless giggles,
each round ending in a tight dual thigh-to-crotch, mouth-to-mouth squirming
embrace.

Of course, both Garth and Wendy had pulled their cameras from their packs
as they approached, and now are making good use of the chinks in the wall
to shoot lots of film of this delightfull spectacle. The girls are very 
beautiful, and the shafts of brilliant sunlight lancing in through the open
areas of roof fall obliquely on their well tanned skin, picking them out in
warm golden tones, a moving sculpture of firm, perfect entwined femininity.
The girls are going to be very disappointed at how beautifully erotic their
pictures will be, considering the trouble it will get them into.
Fortunately, Garth has brought a pocket dictation recorder also, and it gets
placed in one of the chinks, recording what it can in the deep silence.

Now the lovers are becoming more serious, spending longer with their fingers
in each other before disolving into mutual giggles again. They are aiming for
serious pleasure now. Their lover's talk is softly spoken, but loud enough to 
be heard by their watchers.

"Ha ha ha Sandy, ohh I love you, oh yes, thats the nicest... ha ha oh don't! 
oh lover, so good... how do you like this heh... oh! hooooo oh yeah... oh..."

"Laura, oh Laura, you are so good to... I love you, love you, love this.. and
this... and here too... and darling especially right up in here... oh you're
so juicy...   juicy juicy, goosey goosey! OH! Oh no.. n. stop... oh ho ha ha..
ohhhhh yes... there.... mmmmm... .mmmmm..... mmmmMMmmmmmm... but I want to..
oh you make me so hot, beautiful, I want to go crazy with you... want this,
and this...  lots of these too... oh yes, like mine, my nipples... oh...
yeah... yeaaah... ohhhh...  yeeess.. oh darling, you can put another finger
up... yes... here's another for you toooooo oohhhh... oh oh oh uuuhhhh..."

"Oh Sandy... Sandy... I love it I _love_ it.. everything you do to  me, you 
make me soooo hot... Oh I wish we could get up here more often, I go oooohhhh
crazy waiting for this each week. UuuuuhhhhHHHH!Yessss.... thats.... harder,
yes... uh uh oh I love the way you build me uh uh up... so fast... god... its
oh oh, yes, yes make me cum really hard... please Sandy, I really need it...
yeah, yeah, do me quick, do me hard, ooooooohhhhhhhh more more yes... I love
you I love you, yeah, shove them in, thats it, thats... yeah, do it, do 
whatever you want, just... please... "

"Please make you cum? ohhh but what about poor me? I oohhhh uh uh want it
too, uh and I uh uh carried the bag up this time... uh mmm you do me first,
ouhhh right uhhh now, hey? Ohhhhh yeah.... ummmm I love that... But really,
I want you to do me now... please... you know Sister in my dorm is so strict.
Ah ah ah uh... there's no way I can cum except here, with you.. and its been
a whole week... I'm burning up... come on... if you don't I'll do myself,
really will, I need it really bad... ahh ahh more, please, you know... come
on Laura, Laura....."

"B but Sandy... I need it so bad too... mmmmm yeah, stir me up.. oh round and
round oh I love you... please, why can't we do it together like before? oh..
why... uh"

"Oh, ohhh... but I love to look at you when you're so horny... please, just
do me, then I'll make it really good for you? And you must have done it in
bed at night this week, like you always do. Lucky you oh.... yes... your dorm
Sister is so slack... I Ahhhhhh.. bet you all do it every night... "

"No! I didn't! ummmmmm.. Don't you remember, last week you made me promise
I'd not do it? And I didn't! Really!"

"Oh yeah... I remember... you mean you really didn't do it? Uhhhhh at all?
You really ohhhh kept your promise to me? Just because I said I liked you
horny? Oh Laura my darling lover.."

"Yes, really.... ahhhhhhh that, yes, that... ohhhhhh... so please don't make
me wait more now, I'll die, I will!"

"No, ohhhhh yes... I want you to... wait just a bit more.... so I can watch
you all horny as you bring me off... please? Just for me?... It will get me
ever so hot. You look so incredibly delicious when you're all pouty and red
in your cunny. oahhhh yes... "

"Well... oh... oh... god I'm _soooo_ hot... but OK... ahhh... how.. ohh would
you... like.. ohhh me, Sandy darling?"

At this point the girl Sandy, who is a bit smaller, but more athletic and 
stronger looking than the other, separates from the loving tangle, and sits 
kneeling, looking down on Laura. "If you lie on your back, I can squat above
your face, and look at all of your beautiful body. I want you to keep your 
legs open out wide, yeah, so your heels are over the edge of the table.
That way I can see your lovely soft slit. You use your tongue and fingers
on me, and don't touch yourself, OK? If you are real good I'll do nice
things for you as we go. But not too quick- I want to enjoy it, all right?"

Laura rolls over on her back, and spreads her legs wide, ankles over the edge
as requested. "Like this?" she says, looking up eagerly at Sandy. Now Garth
and Wendy can see her slit, since its pointed nearly directly at them. It
is indeed very red and puffy. And slick, glistening roundly among the damp,
dark curls framing it. Her labia are very well defined and prominent, swollen
and parted. At the centre of the picture, a prominent clit spikes out, 
dark and begging. Her nipples are hard and pointing also, indeed nuch the
same size and colour as her clit.

Sandy admires the show, bending closer to Laura's slit to inspect it. She
runs a fingertip around in the juices, tests inside, strokes the fat, firm
labia. "Yes that will do very nicely. God Laura, you are soooo hot looking
it gives me goosebumps! Now, don't freak out, OK? There's one more little
thing I want you to do.... just a sec while I get something..."

She hops off the bench, and lifts up a shoulderbag from the ground, opening
it. "I've always wanted to do this... just to make you look even more horny,
and maybe _make_ you more horny. If you want out, just say so, OK"
Sandy pulls out a bundle of thick cord, or thin rope, from the bag, and
shows it to Laura. "No one is ever going to come up here, and you can trust
me, so you don't mind, do you? I just want to tie you up a little bit."

Laura seems taken aback, surprised. But not exceptionally so, and perhaps a
bit intrigued also. "Oh Sandy... do you think... you won't hurt me will you?"

"Of course not! I just want you to not be able to close your legs - you know 
how you can't help squeezing them together when you get really hot. Its just
for a while, so I can look at you down there. I'll do the knots loose, so it
won't be uncomfortable... you'll see."

"Well... OK.. Gosh... saying that does make me feel kind of hotter, in a
funny way. Like I did something naughty, and you.. never mind... OK."

"Good for you! This will be so cool!" Sandy starts by tying a rope end around
one of Sandy's ankles, then passing the rope under the stone slab top, around
the squat legs at the 'foot' end' and back up to laura's other ankle, which
is then also bound. The rope has a little slack, but Laura, experimenting,
can't move her ankles far, and certainly not back together. Then Sandy 
produces another length of rope. Laura looks at it uncertainly. "Whats that
one for? I thought you were just going to do my legs?"

"Oh no, its not a real tie-up if you could get away easily. Now you could
just reach down and free yourself. Just wait and see." She takes an end and
begins looping it around Laura's arm just above her elbow. Laura seems 
uncertain aboout this, but lets her continue. Then Sandy does the same with
Laura's other arm, and takes the two ropes down over the sides of the slab
to the 'top' two stone legs. Pulling them, she forces Laura's elbows out to
the sides and slightly above her head. She can move them about, can reach her 
face with her hands, but can no longer reach any knot with any hand.

"There, you see, nothing to worry about. Comfortable?"

"Well.... yes... but? Golly Sandy, I feel so exposed and.. helpless. Imagine
if someone walked in here now!"
"Ha, yes that would be a hoot, wouldn't it? If it was a man I'm sure he'd
jump right on top of you, shove his huge dick up this inviting hole, and make
you have a baby. But not going to happen, is it? Wow, it sure is inviting.
I thought I liked playing with it before... now... wow... do you like it
when I do this?" She is stiff fingering Laura's cunt, two fingers sliding in
and out deeply. "Seeing you like this... so wild baby."

"Ahhhhh yes... ahhhhh ahhhhh ohhhhh yes.... yes this is hot. Makes me kind of 
afraid, you know... of you a bit... it makes me really hot, for sure. Wow.
How did I let you do this to me.. you could do anything you liked with me
now, couldn't you?"

"Yes, I could. But first.. I mean, I'm just going to make you make me cum.
Here goes." She gets back up on the slab, and kneels over Laura's head, 
lowering her cunt to Laura's face. "OK lover, here I cum!"

Laura needs no tutoring and goes to work with a will. She can also reach
Sandy's sex with her fingers (by design) and makes good use of them too.
Neither speaks for several minutes, as Sandy jerks and shakes on her pleasure
giver. Now and then Sandy leans forward over Laura's body, and ruthlessly
diddles the tied girl up a few notches on the 'approaching orgasm' scale.
Laura is clearly getting pretty desperate for her own cum, judging by the
ever more urgent shaking and humping of her hips. Sandy, despite her own
rising and preoccupying need, clearly gets a lot of enjoyment out of watching
Laura's hips with their exceptionally swollen sex organs humping thin air
or her teasing fingers. Sandy is bringing her very close, but never letting
her peak.

Then, as Sandy seems to be building to her own climax, grinding her sex down
hard onto Laura's face, she begins speaking again, falteringly in her 
pleasure. "There's something else, too, my darling Laura. Did you know that
Jennifer in your dorm is an old friend of mine, from years ago? No? We were
never lovers, or anything, but close friends. Still are. We never lie to
each other. You know what she told me yesterday? No? Well she said, that I
was silly to believe you would be a true lover, cos she knows you play around
with several girls, like in the showers and stuff. She said she didn't see
you do it these last few weeks, but she _did_ say she heard you huffing away
in your bed at least three times this week. Now isn't that interesting?
These big puffy slit lips of yours just get too itchy, I bet. How about
this great big clit, eh? I bet it gets real itchy, and you just _have_ to
scratch it, huh?"

Here Sandy is pinching and twisting at Laura's sex flesh, picking at each
part as she refers to it. She gives Laura's clit a specially fast and hard
quick rub, stopping only when the tied girl groans deeply in a close-to-cum
tone.

"I can understand the itchy thing. You are sensitive, aren't you? So I bet
when you scratch that itch, you can't help it if your thingy swells up
real fast, and you just _cum_, suddenly, like. Nothing you can do to stop,
huh? Except Jennifer said you do it for hours, usually. Some itch. But whats
a little itch? You should know by now what happens, and if you promise your
lover that you won't cum, you should just not scratch.
But you did. Three times, maybe more. So, you didn't actually save it for
me like you promised, did you? Its really only been what, a _whole_ _day_
since you came, huh? A whole day. Not seven days I just waited for you, or
months and months like I went before I found this place for us. So I guess
that you don't really need it very much right now, and you are only saying
you do to make me happy. Thats very big of you, lover."

Sandy is hunching wildly on Laura's face now, and there is no chance for the
tied girl to answer, let alone hardly breathe. She tosses and struggles in
her bonds beautifully though, as Sandy continues to tease her deeper into
the 'nearly cuming but not cuming yet, please let me cum' zone.

Garth and Wendy are awestruck. Is there any end to the sexy surprises this
school can throw up? Maybe they'd be better just running the place straight, 
it already 'works' fine that way without their bent plans.
Anyway, they decide by quick whispers in ears and hand signs, that around now
might be a good time to stroll in on the couple. The old 'just before she
cums' trick. All the better to harass the lovely dears. They step into the
doorway, together, and stand sternly glaring at the tableau.

Sandy, of course, is looking down, intent on her manipulations at Laura's
slit, and her own impending orgasm. She does not notice their presence.
Since it seems things are approaching a climax, Garth points his camera and
takes another candid shot, with flash on. Sandy notices. And freezes, staring
at them in shock, her twat still pressed onto the tied girl's face. Laura
still doesn't know, and continues her distressed, frustrated writhing and
sexing of Sandy. The scene is quite comical.

Garth: Thats right, young lady. Freeze. Lets have no more of that disgusting
activity. Get off her, right now."

Sandy is in shock. Exactly the kind of pre-cum, brains-blown-out, liquid
loins shock that they wanted. Almost fainting, she falls forward onto her
hands, over Laura, lifting her crotch slightly from the tied girl's face.
Her head drops forward in disbelief, bringing it just centimeters from
Laura's distended and uplifted sex. Its such a classic 69 pose by two 
beautiful young women, that Wendy takes a picture of her own. The flash
jerks Sandy back to stare at them.
Garth: "I'm sure you two have been practicing that perversion as well. In
addition to what we've seen in the last half hour. Disgusting. Get off her
at once, you little slut. Stand by the table. No, _don't_ get dressed yet."

Sandy had groggily slipped off the bench and started for her clothes. Now
she just stood where she stopped, one forearm across her well developed breasts,
right hand cupping her left breast closely, left hand hovering just in shy
of her blond haired crotch. There is something a little odd in that, the way
she avoids touching herself there. Laura has raised her head to stare at
them over her split open crotch, then drops back with a groan of frustration
and despair. Her weak struggles with her bonds give the impression that
right now she _really_ wishes she hadn't gotten into this fix.

Wendy: "What are you doing, child? Are you so tainted with the evils of lust
that you must touch yourself even now? Place your hands behind your back!"

Sandy: "But, I wasn't... "
Garth: "Silence! Remove your hands at once, and stand beside your.... 
'friend's' head. Furthermore, since you seem to pretend false modesty for 
yourself, after fixing the girl in that lewd pose, you shall stand with legs
spread _equally_ far apart. Is that clear?"

"Y...yes.. sir... " stammers Sandy, as she assumes the position. She looks
again at Laura's wide spread, and gulps. Then shifts her feet even further
open, till their gap is equal. She, like Laura, is nearly doing the splits,
which is a lot harder for her standing.
But equally revealing. Now they get a clear view of Sandy's sex, previously 
hidden from them. It is even more impressive than Laura's impersonation of a 
pair of sausages, but differently. Wheras Laura's outer labia are huge and
fat, with barely present inner labia, Sandy's sex is framed by neat, slim,
outer lips that are little more than a long, pretty indentation in her
prominent, softly blonded mons. Even in her splits, these lips are only
moderately opened apart. But whats between them is impressive. Her labia
minora are disproportionately giant. Like two dark red, blood gorged broad
fleshy leaves, they extend in two stiff arcs from the top of her sex down
to behind the opening of her cunt. From top to bottom of her slit they
span at least 4 inches, and at their greatest extension in the middle
of their arc, protrude an inch and a half beyond her flush outer labia.
In this swollen state they are like two half slices of bread, or maybe 
meatloaf, spread apart like some parody cartoon character's lips.
Nor is that all. For near the top of the deep cleft formed by these slabs,
is a clit that while short, is a record holder for girth. Not quite long
enough to poke out past the labia cradling it, her clit is fat enough to
press them outwards with its girth. It bears a strong resemblance to the
fat, shiny head of a dick, grafted in place of a normal clit, redly framed
by the female ornaments pressing close around it.
Overall, her sex looks like something that would make choosing swimwear a
very difficult exercise. And like it could get very uncomfortable indeed
once aroused under any tightly formfitting clothes.
Her nipples are also impressive. With breasts already large for her slim,
athletic figure, her aureola are still more striking. Dark, huge, puckered
with large goosebumps, they are far more than mere pigmentation. They are
actually raised thickly above the curve of her firm cones, giving the 
impression of thick little breast-caps, perhaps glued to an ordinary pair
of breasts underneath. Crowning these are two nipples that are not far short
of soft-drink-bottle-cap size. Only a bit over a half inch long, but easily
twice as wide. Nipples that bring to mind the word 'burly'. More swimwear
difficulty, by all appearances.


Garth and Wendy stand silent and disapproving for a long time, taking in the
wonderous sight. These girls are sexual treasures, and they both realise
that far more can evolve from this situation than they'd expected. But things
must be handled carefully, to avoid difficulties for the school transfer.
Eventually Garth breaks the silence, as he walks towards them.
"What a litany of broken rules, lacking morals and deviant behaviour we have
here! The very least of them is your presence here, where you know you are
forbidden to go, for your own safety. Thats one strict school rule broken,
and repeatedly it seems. On its own this would rate a severe caning, as I
understand. Then lesbianism! Masturbation! Bondage games! Vows of sexual
intent, both made and broken! Oral sex, and God knows what other strange
perversions...."
Here he picks up their bag, and peers in. Frowning, he upends it and shakes 
out the contents onto the bench between Laura's thighs. There are the usual
day picnic sorts of things, cardigans, lunch, water bottle, and so on. But
as he shifts these aside, the remaining items call for some well acted shock.
Yet more lengths of cord, a handful of wooden clothes pegs, a packet of
strong rubber bands, another packet of party balloons, a coil of narrow
plastic tubing, a tube of hand lotion, some string, a pair of scissors, a
box of steel pins, a wooden ruler, and most obviously, a foot long, inch and
a half thick wooden dowel, that has both ends roughly rounded off, apparently
by charring, and the whole sanded smooth and apparently oiled. There is a
hole cut through across the center, perhaps done with a hot poker, since
its edges are also charred.
Garth picks this up, holding it away from him in fingertips. He addresses
Sandy.
"Strange indeed. As I understand it, you were claiming responsibility for
bringing up the pack. May I also assume that you prepared it? Let me ask
Laura... Laura! Look at these items on the bench here... Wendy, could you
prop her head up with the pack.. thank you... now, tell me, missy, were
you aware these items were being brought up here?"

Laura is looking at the equipment, and going quite pale. She glances 
disbelievingly at Sandy. Garth snaps "Never mind her, answer me. Did you?"
"Oh noooo... I had no idea... I thought.... I don't know what thats all
for... ooohhh Sandy... "

"Hmmmpf. So I suppose you would not be able to explain _why_ they were 
brought. But before we ask Sandy about this, I'd like something else cleared
up. And I demand complete honesty, young lady! Lies will be found out, of
that you can be certain. So, is it true that you promised your girlfriend
here that you would 'save your lusts' for her, so to speak, and is it also
true that in fact you failed in this, actually masturbating on at least
three evenings this week?"

Laura seems completely crushed by developments, with no will left to 
prevaricate. She is sobbing softly, and a tear runs down her cheek onto her
chin as she looks down over her naked, flushed breasts and belly, over her
still swollen sex, and directly at the evidence of her lover's apparently
sinister plans.
"Yes, yes, I did... I promised her... and then I did anyway... oh boo hoo..."
she sobs, unable to control herself. "Ohhhhhhh.... booo hooo...."

"I see. And exactly how many times did your lusts overcome your promise?"

"OhhhhHHHHhhhh! Every night! Every niiiiighhhht! I can never stop myself...
I'm sooo weeak! I'm so ashamed, oh Sandy, I'm sorry... boooo hoooo I tried..
Every night I'd get into bed thinking I'd be good, and save myself for you,
but that just made me get hot thinking about you, and then... then... ohhhh
boooo ho ho ho..."

"Well! A touching emotion, I'm sure. I'm also sure that in future your dorm
Sister will endevour to assist you in your ambition of abstinence, albeit in
a higher cause than lesbian loyalty. Now, as for you, Miss Sandy, will you
be so kind as to explain what part each of these items were intended to play
in today's proceedings? Keep in mind that we are by no means ignorant in
such matters. There is no point in pretending that your lewd tying up of your
partner in sin, was for any other reason than as the first step in a planned
series of actions to punish Laura for her broken promise, is there?"

Sandy is getting very pale, and shivering a little despite the warm sunlight
in which she stands spread legged. She makes no attempt to answer.

"IS there? I shall take your silence as admission that you intended to
torture her with these... implements... to gain revenge for your twisted
sense of betrayal. To torture her in perverted, disgusting ways, bound here
alone with you, beyond any help. You wicked, warped young lady!"

"...No! I wasn't going to _hurt_ her, honest! Not really harm her, just..
just... you know..."

"Do I know? What you would have done to her had we not prevented you? No, I
don't. But you are going to tell us. Now. Explain each one of these items.
Otherwise, I shall apply a stern dose of this" (he picks up the wooden ruler)
"to your delicate rear end, like this." He whacks her smartly on her arse.

"OW! Well... I oh.. oh... I.. all right.... I was going to keep her tied up
all afternoon, doing... things to her, but not... you know, letting her cum.
Wanted to make her really, really hot, more than she'd ever been before.
Sort of make her know what its like... for me... before...   when I'm like,
like this, because I can't... there's nowhere private to... " <WHACK!>
"OWWW!" Garth has delivered a ruler strike to her rear.
"You will complete your sentences, young lady, with propper nouns and verbs.
Can't _what_? When you're like _what_? Private to do what?"

"All right, all right! Please don't.. I meant, can't masturbate, when I'm
horny like this" (She nods her head down at her spread and still very much
engorged sex) "It gets so unbearable... when it... my sex... gets swollen
up like this... and sticks out... just walking, or sitting makes it rub on
my panties... it drives me crazy... but I can't!  Can't... because, there's
never any chance to do... to give myself relief... sometimes it goes on like
this for days and days. So I wanted to make her feel.. like that, a bit. So
she'd know... how good it is when she... she does.. when she makes love to
me. Show her how much I ... need her..."

Wendy: "Love can be a noble thing, but in your case, it seems to be more of
a selfish and perverted sexual fixation. As for maintaining a moral abstinence,
it seems you have spent every moment plotting the taking of your warped lesbian
pleasures by force. These... items.. I shudder to imagine the uses you had
planned. Garth..." Here she leans over to whisper in his ear- "After she
tells us about them, lets make her use them like that on _herself_! And I
don't believe that stuff about 'never has a place to wank'. You think maybe
she's really unable to make herself? Conditioned? Notice she didn't actually
touch her snatch when she covered up?" She turns back to Sandy.
"You will certainly have some explaining to do young lady. Very detailed
explaining!"

Garth: "Yes, it hardly bears thinking about. But I agree, Wendy, thats a
possibility that must be investigated. So, child, begin. I'll have you detail
each in turn. Start with these" (he seperates the several extra lengths of
rope) "For what did you need so much more?"

"Oh, thats.. just spare... I didn't really work out.. OWWW!!... really..OW!"
Garth: "Rubbish. You are a calculating sort, I am _sure_ you had a purpose in 
mind for each piece. No more lies now. What was it for!?"

Sandy takes a deep breath, and holds it. She looks cornered, sensing that 
she's going to have to tell all, but still afraid. Garth raises the ruler
again, threateningly. She exhales in a rush of explanation "It was for her
waist... and around her legs. So... to tie things... in so they were held
there. Just...." She tapers off, run out of breath.
Garth has been using the ruller to slide each piece of rope off the edge of
the bench as she accounts for it. There are still several left. He places
the ruler against her hip, a warning.

"Oh... and down between her... legs... thats two..."
Garth has just about disposed of two more over the edge, but stops. "Two?
These are long. I presume you mean down from the waist rope in front, and
up to it in back? One piece would do that twice. So? And exactly how would
it rest 'between her legs'? Here? Or here?"  He is toying with the ruler,
slapping it flat into his open palm, then uses its tip to press first into
the indent between the outside of Laura's labia and inner thigh, startling
her, then directly into the centre of her open slit, at the entrance to her
cunt. Laura draws a gasping intake of air.

Sandy's eyes widen. It seems that these peope are much less predictably sex-
shy than she expected. Not like the Sisters. Here she is being given a naked
interrogation, by this _man_, who seems to enjoy whacking her across her
rear with the ruler, and now he practically shoves that ruler into Laura's
cunt. As for the woman, her eyes are spending a lot of time fixed 'down below'
on Laura and her. It is definately dawning on her that she and Laura are in
a deeper, more complicated type of trouble than she thought. Could these two
possibly know about cunt cinches? She'd thought she must be the only one in
the whole school to know about stuff like that. No thanks to her freaking
psycho parents. Her arse is really smarting from those whacks - no more,
please! God, this is awful, it looks like she'll have to really tell them.
Damm, damm, so now Laura won't want to ever go with her again... and God
that means back to horny agony again. She shrugs to herself. 'Well, here
goes. See how they like _this_?' She looks at them, curious and resigned,
as she begins. "Yeah, two, doubled. Two strands inside her... sex, her sex
lips, pulled tight, and two outside, pressing inwards. Wanted to see her
big lips pressed way out. Yeah, that leaves a couple more, I know... those
were to tie around the bases of her.. tits, and back around her body. Then
looped back to a knot, and down to her waist rope. So when she moved, it
would rub... ....     No wait! I'll tell you! It would rub her clit. I think.
Just an idea... OK, OK. Yeah, the pegs. I was going to clip those all over
her, you know, everywhere. Yeah, there.... and there.. yes, on her nipples
too, maybe her sex lips... if they'd stick. Um, the rubber bands.. heh, you
know, flicking... and wrapping around things... no, not her... the... oh
hell, the balloons. Keeping them on the tube. Yes. So it doesn't slip off.
I wanted to put it... inside, and blow it up... " She seems to be warming
to her subject, forgetting for the moment how damming it is. And strangely,
the grownups seem to be taking it all rather well, even with a trace of,
what, amusement? Or some complicated emotion she can't read. She continues,
eyeing the ruler wavering, ready to strike. "Or maybe two at once, one in her
back... her bottom, the other up her... vagina, joined by the tube. Just
wondering... Right, the lotion. To make things slippery, if she wasn't...
wet enough. String... thats for little things, like typing stuff to her
nipples, maybe. And the scissors- just for the string. Ah. The pins...
Really, I wasn't going to hurt her, really. Please Laura, I wasn't... Just 
wanted to scare you... maybe stick a few through _just_ into the dead skin,
or stuff. Just a tiny bit. Little pin pricks, really. Like, its dangerous to
really stick them in, without sterilising them, and antiseptic and stuff.
I.... " She trails off, realising that this is all probably a bit unlikely
for a schoolgirl to be expected to know. But what can she say?  "Really, I
would never hurt you Laura. I do love you. Its just... that I... never mind.
Umm... the wooden thing, thats next... I made that in the kitchen when no
one was there, how about that? Yeah, its for shoving up you know, cunts.
No, I never used it yet. Was saving it for Laura. Going to work it in you
till you were begging to cum, then tie it in you and tease your clit some
more, never letting you come... The hole in the middle is to tie it in.
Then I wanted to try her doing it to me with it tied... like a, you know,
penis. Oh, I was... Then the ruler... well, I already said I didn't want to
let her come today. That was to stop her with if she got too close. Not hard,
just enough... And to make her do it to me like I wanted, to make me come
over and over, make up for all the time... " (She pauses, biting her lip.)
"Well.... thats everything. Yeah, I know, I'm a bad, bad girl. Now what?"

There is silence for a long while, as everyone considers. Laura seems to
be the most confused, various emotions fleeting across her flushed face.
Their discoverers seem to be much less outraged than initially. Odd. Angry
yes, but somehow...

Garth: "Ah so. Velly clear. Only question remaining is where innocent young
schoolgirl pick up such strange ideas. Thats the real story here. But later.
Now we have problem; what to do about big, very bad ideas. Maybe show girl
who play with fire how fire can burn girl, hey?"

Wendy: "Silly chineese accents aside, I think Sandy needs a little lesson
in how not to treat her friends. Yes, I do. All right Sandy. You are now
going to do all those things - to yourself. Exactly. Get started. If you
don't do a good job of it, you'll get a very sound belting with the ruler.
Go!"

Sandy is rocked by this. Its not one of the things she'd expected might
come next. Nothing like anything she'd guessed. But she seems to have no
choice but to do as she's told...
"But... how can I tie myself up, then do... anything?" She looks at Laura,
looking back at her with a frightened, forlorn expression.

Garth: "Skip the 'tied to the slab' bit. Just do the rest, standing or
sitting, whatever you can. Here, start with these." He hands her the rest
of the ropes.

Sandy holds them, thinking it through. Garth picks up the ruler. She smartly
begins to tie one around her waist, stepping up out of her splits as she
moves around. Tying it tightly, with two rope ends extending from the knot
at her stomach. She draws her tummy in tightly, and twists the knot around to 
her back. She threads another rope under the waistcord, and twists this to the 
back also. Now there are four ropes hanging down like a tail. She bends and
reaches for them between her legs. pulling them up between her legs, she 
carefully, with alternate lifting wide of thighs, settles the ropes into
her snatch, two inside her slit on either side of her large projecting inner
lips, the other two right outside her labia. It is noticible that while doing
this she manages to completely avoid touching her sex with her fingers - only
the rope. Even then, she does it very gingerly.
Once in place, she pulls the ropes up to the waistrope in front, and loops
them over it, pulling them tight a little, then knotting them. She ties a
decent knot, for a girl, let alone one in such an embarassing position.

Garth: "That was efficiently done. Why do I get the feeling you've done this
before?"
Wendy: "Yes, practice makes perfect, eh. We'll go into this later though.
Next, how about the clothes pegs. No, wait, the breast rope tie first. I
suspect you may need help with that one? Oh, Laura, I think its time to
untie you too, how about it?"

Laura barely acknowledges the suggestion, just giving the smallest of nodes.
She is busy staring hard at Sandy's roped crutch. Laura's own crutch, open
and unroped, had recently become somewhat less swollen, but just now is
visibly regaining its former excited state. Wendy begins to untie Laura's 
hands.
Garth: "Its only fair that Laura should watch this, which you'd planned for
her. Sandy, stand at the foot of the table, facing Laura. I'll help with
those ropes if you can't get them good and tight."

Sally: "No, I think I can manage." She starts with one of the ropes, lifting
her right breast and looping the rope round its base a couple of times then
tying off. She gets it surprisingly tight, making the breast jut out like
a fruit trying to detach from her body. The long remaining rope she passes
behind her back, around to her left side, and to her left breast. This gets
the same treatment, except now the taut rope behind her pulls the breast
globes (now much nearer to true globe shape) out sideways. When she breathes
in, the breasts move outwards more.
She takes another length, and loops it under the rope around her back, then 
works the loop back to over her spine. The ends go over her shoulders, and
down to the tight fibre bands around her distended tits. She presses the ends
under each band in turn, pulls it tight, and ties it off. Now her breasts are
pulled up as well as outward. 
Another strand, this time with one end knotted to the lower side of a breast
band. This goes down to her waist cinch, under it, then back up to the other
breast underside band. This one gets pulled very tight, drawing her breasts
back down, and more towards their natural positions. But the only give left
anywhere in the mesh is at her back, and all the ropes are now much tighter
due to the multiple angles of pull. She picks up another rope, and tries t
to thread it under the waist cinch, and breast back-strap. Her intent seems
to be to get it tight down the middle of her back, but its not easy.
Garth steps in. "Here, I'll do that." He shifts the rope into position at
her back, and proceeds to pull it very tight. Everywhere, ropes pull deeply
into her lucious flesh, most sensationally for her no doubt, in her crotch.
She gasps as he ties it off, very tight.

Wendy has left Laura with just her hands untied, sitting up and watching 
Sandy. Laura is leaning back, resting her weight on her hands behind her.
She is totally fascinated by the roping of Sandy. Her breathing is becoming
quite rapid, and her earlier full body flush has returned. She fidgets, legs 
still held wide by her bound ankles.
Wendy: "Laura, I think I'll leave you like that while we deal with Sandy.
I'm sure you're not so silly as to run away, but later we'll want to send
you back to the school with a note for your dorm Sister. So just sit there
and watch for now.    Oh, hmmm.... I see that you find this arousing, don't
you? Look, your sex is getting all swollen up again. Tell me, you do, yes?"

Laura looks away from Sandy long enough to reply to Wendy. "Errr... yes. Yes,
it is... turning me on. I can't help it. Sorry."
Wendy: "Oh, thats probably unavoidable. She looks a sight straight out of
some vile piece of pornography, and such things do have their regretable
effect on one's senses. I expect with the pegs and string, and balloons and
tubes inside her, and masturbating herself to near orgasm, she'll be even
more of a sight. Which side of this is getting to you, the sight of her like
this, or thinking about how she was going to do all that to you?"

Laura hesitates. What is this woman getting at? "Ummm... I think... its
watching her... she is so... she looks like a picture in one of those
magazines... you know. My brother had some... "

Wendy: "Yes, I know what you mean. Surprise you? Anyway, I think its only
fair you watch, since she was planning to keep you... um, in sexual extremity...
ahhh unrelieved... all day...    If you feel you need to do something about
that" (she waves at Laura's swollen and red, spread sex) "I think, just
this once, its probably OK. But you are still going to have to do without
once you get back to school. Better make this one memorable."

Laura: "What... you mean, I won't get in any more trouble, if I... you know."
Wendy: "If you masturbate. No, if you must, go ahead. It would be cruel to
have you watch this and not relieve the tensions it will create. And yet
you should watch, I believe. You may lean back on the pack again, if it
makes it easier."

Meanwhile, Sandy is proceeding with the pegs. She is slowly, grimacingly,
applying them to her tight stretched breasts. One on each nipple, bobbing as
she moves, and a couple more per breast on the surfaces of the globes.
Garth is handing them to her. There are still a handfull left. He passes
her another, indicating her crotch. She winces, but proceeds to carefully
apply it to her protruding, dark and thickened labia, up near its top.
As she moves, the ropes tense and pull in her slot, prompting sighs and
soft moans from her lips. Even as she breathes, they move in her.
Another, on the other side. Then more, running down each projecting inner
lip. She ends up with four on each. Garth holds one last peg out to her.
"This is the last. It seems you have calculated this quite carfully, from
experience, if I judge right. I believe we both know this one is intended
for your clitoris." 

She stares at him, breathing  deeply, then takes it without comment. Her
hips are making small shuddering movements, as she bends forward in the
tight ropes, to place the peg.
All this time she has never yet actually touched her sex with her fingers.
Garth, watching, has begun to think this most odd. Now, when she really 
needs to seperate her labia to place the peg, she still does not. Instead,
she grips the ropes just above her twat, and pulls them wide apart, with
a similar result. Carefully, the peg goes on the big, fat clit. It barely
fits. She moans as she lets go. "Ohhhhh gooood thats so... oh... strong...
oh please let it... ohhhh cum, I need to cum soooooo..."

Garth has been paying close attention. "Sandy. OK, here's an idea. If you
want, you can take that peg off your clit, and rub your clit till you come.
If you want to do that, we'll skip all the rest, the tubes and balloons,
the dildo, and the whacking with the ruler. You want to try that?"

Sandy looks at him with a strange, hopeless look in her eyes: "No, I really
deserve this, I'll take whats coming. Pass me the rest of it?"

Garth: "No, really, I think its time you gave yourself a quick rub, even if 
you don't come. Just do it now, then we'll talk about what comes next. Take
that peg off and rub your clit. Give it a real workover. Now!"
He raises the ruler, reminding her. She lookes totally terrified, far beyond
what he'd expect in the situation. Falteringly, she grips the peg by its
end, and squeezes. Then pullls. It pops off her great clit like some predator
losing its meal. She drops it, and her hands hover over her sex, fluttering.
She strokes her inner thighs. Returns to the air space above her glistening
wet slit. Shaking.

Garth: "What is the matter girl? I'll count to three, then whack you unless
you've started. Are you going to do it? No? Right.... one.... two... foolish
girl... three" <WHACK> "OWW..."  Come on... <WHACK!> "Owwwwwwno wait..."
"Now!" <Whack!, Smack!> "OhhhHHHhhhh please... you don't... I.... <WHACK!>
"OOOOHHHHHH NOOOOO please! Wait WAIT..."
Garth: "You seem _determined_ to not do this one little thing, despite all
the other filthy things you did before, and planned to do today. Explain.
It better be good."

Sandy: "I... I _can't_... I CAN'T! OK?  My parents... they.... ever since I
was little... they.... did things.... put a thing on me there... it made me
really hurt if I ever... touched myself... now I just _CAN'T, I CAN'T, I
get so hot and burning, but I CAN'T I CAN'T I Caaan't.. can't.. ever... no 
matter how much I want to... how desperate... can't touch myself, ever,
ever... uh hooo... booo... hooo.. never.....   See, look at the little holes
where it clipped on... I can't show you, cos I'd have to touch there... but
look..." She hops up on the corner of the stone bench near Laura's foot,
sitting there with her legs spread. "Look for yourselves, little holes in
my lips there."

Garth and Wendy look at each other, then bend to examine the girl. Pulling
aside the tight ropes and grasping her lips, pulling them apart and looking
closely, sure enough, there is a row of tiny piercings along the base of
both lips. Five per side, barely noticible, but there. Right through.

Garth stands up. "Well, well, well.    Good heavens.... And this 'thing'
they attached; it did something painful if you tried to touch it?"
Sandy: "Yes, yes, always, if I tried to pull it away, or reach under it...
god it hurt... it used electricity I think... felt like being burned there,
right there where I needed to scratch most. They never took it off, until
the day they sent me to this school. They were completely crazy. Always
talking about God and heaven, about how a child would be cast into hell
for touching there. They always said it was for my own good.. bastards..
And it reported when I'd tried, and they'd torture me afterwards... like..
yes, like this... tie me up and spank me, clip things all over me, make me
scream sometimes. But they'd take the thing off my sex, so they could spank
me there too. And that would make me come. After a while, when they did it
long enough. They'd know too, when I came, but that didn't seem to matter,
it was all just part of the punishment. Said it was my sinfullness rising
up. What crap. I knew it, but when you haven't come for months... sometimes
I'd deliberately touch the thing, poke it with a stick or something, so
they'd punish me and I could come just once. God oh God I hate them..."

She trails off in soft sobbing.
Wendy asks softly: "So, you wanted us to punnish you now, so you would come?"
Sandy: "Yes... yes.. sorry..."
Wendy: "Thats all right. We understand. Hmmm.... I think Garth and I need
to have a moment of private discussion. While we do... hmmmm.. Sandy, just
stand over here, facing Laura, thats it. Now, I want Laura to relieve her
tensions. You stay there, OK. Laura, oh, I see you've started. Good, keep
it up. We'll be just outside the door."

Garth and she walk out, taking many long glances at the sight of Luara, laid
half back, staring transfixed at Sandy's nude, rope entwined figure, and 
fingering herself wildly, franticly. Sandy's tragic story seems to have set
her off like a firecracker.

Outside Garth and Wendy burst into urgent conversation. Garth: "Thats the
most bent, really sick thing I've ever heard. Bloody religions! What kind
of mind would do that to a child. Torture her and take away one of life's
greatest pleasures, just for some stupid wowser delusion. I'll kill the 
bastards! Really, I will. We've got their names and address, too, at the
school. By god damm...fucking arseholes... no, death's too good for them..."
Wendy: "Yeah, horrible, horrible... but can we do anything for her? Maybe
de-condition her? It must be sunk in very deep though.... thats a basic
human need they've screwed up. I didn't think it could get that bad... urrgh..
And now how can we pretend to be going on with the punishment thing? Really?
But if we don't, it could blow our cover with the Nuns. No sale, no chance
to help her. Remember we are supposed to be religious dip-shits too. Wonder
if there are more like her? This is a very weird country, I'm starting to
realize, and this school seems to get the cream of the local weird. Or the
horny, at least. Better for us, definately.
Garth: "But what if we _can't_ decondition her? Then we either just let
her burn in hell, of the real, physical kind, or we must arrange some sort
of regular cum-care package for her. We make her come? Or let something like
this upsidedown love affair of hers go on? Awkward, maybe. How about the
water jets machine?"
Wendy: "Ho, how about introducing her to Mother Alina! I'm sure they'd hit
it off, if we could get both of them to be honest with the other about their
needs."

Garth: "hah! Yeah, I think the cum-care package is essential, even while we
work on the deconditioning. Or maybe... what if the only way to decondition
turns out to require her to be needy? Arrrhhhh... I have to admit, that the
idea of a horny girl who litterally can't do anything for herself has its
attractions to the male mind. Nasty, aren't I?"
Wendy: "Oh, you're not alone. I kind of like the idea too. You know I like
to watch. Even watch other women being desperately horny. Cruel, but true."

Garth: "But in the end, we're not actually cruel. Its nice to _play_act_
cruelty now and then, even explore the uses of pain in the service of
pleasure, but our final aim is pleasure for all, isn't it? Exploration of
sensory potentials, fulfilment of the sexual needs, and all that. You know,
this is really making it sink in- if we run this place, its not just toy
concubines for all, its more of a huge responsibility to actually give
these girls a solid, sensible start on life, sex, and everything. And
help tragic cases like this one, as best we can.  But right now, if we
don't seem to punish or report them for being here... they'll think that
very odd. Can't have that. Think they'd tell their friends?"

"No, that'd spoil their secret hideaway. If they still want to hideaway 
together, that is, and think there is any hope of getting away with it in
future. Look at Laura, by the way. Look, isn't she a total babe! What a body.
What a fiend for wanking. 'Every night', heh... and she still gets into it
like that....."

They are peeking through a chink again, and Laura is indeed going for it.
She has picked up the wooden dildo left beside her, and is churning and
thrusting it deeply inside her twat with one hand, while rapidly frictioning
her clit with the other. As they watch, she strains into a muscle-tensing,
panting cum, but still hardly slows down. They can see the orgasmic peak
subside, as she relaxes and sighs, but she keeps on working at her sex,
pistoning the wooden phallus like its going to be the last time she ever can.
'Oh, thats right' Wendy thinks, 'she really does think its the last time.
Cool.' Then Laura is gasping and flexing into another huge come, gripping
her sex tightly, the wood rod sliding wetly between her pressing fingers.
She still barely slows down, only changing the motion of the rod to a
stiring, circular motion, while resuming her clit stroking.

A few feet away, Sandy looks down at her friend. She is very turned on as
well, her body undulating, tensing the ropes around her, pulling those in
her crotch back and forth all she can. Her hands are cupping under her
distended breasts, fingers teasing her peg-pinched nipples. It seems her 
conditioning had nothing to say about touching her breasts. And apparently,
the movement of the ropes in her slit doesn't count as 'touching' either,
since its obviously making her hotter and hotter.

Garth: "You know, really, letting either of them come at all is quite out
of character for our cover. You let your voyeurism run away with you a bit
there, with Laura I think."
"Yes, you're right, but I don't think it will do any harm. Let them wonder.
So long as we dob them in for being here, and being naughty, they'll think
everything is as it should be."
Garth: "But I really hate doing it all the same. What a quandry. Conflict of
desire, reason and sympathy. What about we let them off totally, on the
condition they do something secret for us in future? Spy on other girls,
maybe? Or just have them as concubines - I like that idea. So we blackmail
them with the photos, but also reveal a bit of what we really are. Mutual
Assured Destruction. Now where have I heard that idea before? Oh yeah.
Well, they are A-bombs, all right. Look at them go. Sandy's gonna come any
moment; do we let her? I want to, but... "

Wendy: "No... just a minute, I have an idea. Just wait...." She dashes back
into the room and to Sandy.
"Sandy! I think not. Nobody said _you_ were allowed to orgasm too. Just 
because... Laura, I think you'd better stop too. Thats been quite enough..."
Wendy quickly unties the knots on Sandy's cunt ropes at the front, and
removes them from their nesting between her legs. Just to be sure, she ties
Sandy's wrists behind her back with the cords still attached to her waist
cord.
"Come over here." She walks the girl back to the base of the stone plinth,
and has her stand with her ankles wide, next to its squat legs. She ties
Sandy's ankles to them, leaving her facing directly onto Laura's leg spread.
"As for you Laura, its clear that you are in an advanced stage of addiction
to masturbation. But you've had enough now, so... your wrists please.."
Wendy takes them away from Laura's crotch, and ties them right back to the
corners of the slab, leaving her in a shapely X.
"We'll be back in a moment." She walks back out to Garth, shaking her head
sadly.

"Garth: "So now what. The more I think about this, the more confused I get,
tangled up between emotions and reason. I feel so sorry for the girl, but
somehow... I also want to run this for its potential melodrama."
Wendy: "Yeah, I can understand. You know, its not going to kill her if we
do act like the mostly uptight god-botherers we are supposed to be. Keep
them on tenderhooks, and later"
Garth butts in suddenly: "Hey! Hows this idea: We give them the official
line now, complete with abstinence, but we make the point that this is just
a _temporary_ state- that once we have the school, we'll much more tollerant.
But that its a secret... and if they want to ever have any fun during their
stay here, they'd better keep quiet. Maybe we'll have something important
and secret they can do for us then, and if they do... well, we'll be very
understanding about their needs. Promise Sandy we know how to help her with
her problem."
Wendy: "Yes! Something like that.... How about we say that if they'll be our
secret agents, we'll even keep quiet about their being here... "
Garth: "All right! So we can help Sandy later, but now... heh, heh, she's
going to have to go cold turkey. Both of them. That'll make them interesting
'agents' after a month. Motivated to hell! What are they doing now?"

They step back into the room, and observe a rather forlorn, sorry looking
pair, staring at each other's open, wanting cunts. Sandy is shivering with
her need, the pegs jiggling on her tight bound breasts.

Garth: "Well, you two, you're in luck. Really, we should send you back to 
the school in disgrace, and with a pile of punishments for all your wrongs.
But instead, it seems there may be an alternative. There may be something
you can do for us later, and to show our faith in you, we're prepared to
keep this whole event a little secret between us. You'll still have to
go back straight away, but we'll write a note saying we found you just beyond
the school boundary, and sent you back from there. How does that sound?"

Laura looks at them with confusion written on her face, uncertain, unsure.
Sandy is much faster on the uptake, even while frustrated to hell. She
half turns, and considers for only a moment. "You mean no punishments? You
really won't say anything about us here?"

Wendy: "Thats what we mean. Since we're not actually in charge of the school
yet... and perhaps it could be useful to us to have some 'special agents'
among the students. Secret agents... But we did take quite a few pictures
of you two before we walked in, you know. I presume your parents, and the
Sisters would not be amused to receive them. You definately don't want to
tell anyone about this. Not at all."

They have walked over to the slab, and sit now to either side on Laura,
facing down her to Sandy.

Garth: "Definately. But then again, if you are sensible about this, there
could be distinct advantages to your position, once we are running StCunes.
You may have gathered that we are not totally in agreement with all the
thinking of the Sisters, regarding... well, this sort of thing..." (he waves
at their nakedness, the ropes, the dildo, a general inclusion of things
sexual.) "Its our feeling that life cannot be based entirely on dogma.
There are things... sometimes allowances must be made.... In fact, we even
feel that sex, _responsible_ sex, is an essential part of life. That with
puberty, our dodies develop real physical needs, which can be as unhealthy
to completely thwart, as to overindulge.

Now Sandy, just then Wendy and I were discussing your story, and how truly,
starkly appalling it is. No, not you! The things that have been done to
you... to your mind. What a frightfull torment your days will be due to
your.... um incapacity.  You see, while still frowning on self...
masturbation.. in general... we also feel that its only natural for
healthy, fit young ladies to find, now and then.... when.... that relief
is, well, essential. Not _often_ mind you!  Just....    That is.. we...
and in your case... "

Wendy cuts in, absolving him of the difficult task of acting lost for words
about young girls wanking. "What my dear husband is trying to say, is that
we don't approve of whats been done to you, and we may be able to help.
Once we are in charge at the school, that is. Help you overcome your parent's
inhuman conditioning, help you achieve a more natural balance between your
physical needs, and social expectations."
Garth: "Some of our group are skilled medical practitioners. There is also
a very brilliant hypnotist- remarkable things can be done with hypnotism."
Wendy: "So, we'll leave the choice to you. Play it straight, and back to 
school as lesbians caught delicto in this forbidden place, or our secret
agents, just now sent back from... hmmmm the oval, on an innocent errand?
Oh and you two will have to agree to this together. Laura, I think that
you should be be understanding with Sandy's.... intentions... for you, and
consider that to escape a punishment here, you two will have to remain
as friends. I don't see that this course could work otherwise. It might help
if you consider that her past has made her act this way, not her heart."

The girls seemed to have a pall of gloom lifted from them. Is this really
a choice? Massive punishment and public shame, or getting off free, and with
a secret too! Sandy seems to have a spark in her eyes, contemplating the
concept of an end to her awful condition. She barely hesitates. "Laura...
I want to do it. I don't know if you will still like me... but I'm going to
say yes. Do you want to too? I'd like to be secret agents with you, even if
we can't... you know... "
Laura is turning out to not be a decisive sort of person, at all. She looks
around at the three above her- two imposing adults, and her naked, eroticly
bound friend. "Ummmm I... I think.... what would we do... what sort of secret
things.... "
Sandy: "Silly! What does it matter? They probably mean spy on the other
girls, right? I can do that. Why not? It could even be fun. Think of it...
Come on Laura, these pegs on me are really starting to hurt."

Garth: "Yes, thats the sort of thing we had in mind. Simple stuff, nothing
so bad. But understand there'd be no arguing about it. Once you agree... Oh,
I guess we'd come up with a few tests of some sort, just to check you were,
well, sincere. After all, it is a sort of blackmail, considering the pictures.
But we'd not be making them too difficult... Don't know what right now. But
seriously, think of whats going to happen today if you say no. Think of this
as a way out of a severe punishment you two really deserve. We're putting our
own position at risk by suggesting this, you realise. Thats the real reason 
for holding the pictures- to safeguard our own position."

Laura: "Well.... all right.. I guess...    OK."
Sandy: "Hooray! OK, can I please be untied now? Or take these pegs off.
Do we have to go straight back now?"

Wendy: "Yes, _straight_ back, no stopping anywhere on the way. You'll have
to go alone, since we have to do a survey of this place today. But don't
think you'll get away with dawdling, or whatever." She starts untying Laura
once again. Garth does Sandy, starting with her ankles. He leaves her hands 
till last. Wendy finishes on Laura, and tells her to get dressed. She packs
the innocent items from the pile of picnic gear, and replaces them in the 
pack. Then writes a short note. "Now, girls. I'm writing this note to any
of our order's members you can find once you get back to school. Its now..
(she looks at her watch) twelve forty five. It should take you no more than
thirty minutes to get back, if you hurry. This note has a cover story, but
also says they are to check the time when you arrive, and see about getting
you back into classes without comment. Now listen, both of you! If it turns
out that you didn't do right, if you tarry even for one moment on the way,
we _will_ consider the agreement broken, and report you. Is that clear?"

Garth: "I'm sure you understand the implications of this. We will be able
to arrange some more flexible situation for you two in the future, but for
_now_, its back to strict celibacy. No buts, no stopping in the long grass
on the way back, no skipping any more lessons to play grownups in private.
Laura, that was your last orgasm for a while, and Sandy... after your plans
today, you definately don't deserve any leniency in that regard, for quite
some time. Hmm.... but, just to give you something to think about, for the
future...." He picks up the wooden dildo lying, still wet, on the stone
slab. Grabbing Sandy by the upper arm, he backs her up against the stone.

"Lay back. Right back... thats it. Now, spread your legs... wider... good.
Now don't move. Not a muscle!" He places the tip of the wooden phalus
against her glistening cunt, and abruptly presses it deeply into her.
She gaasps, and lifts her head, looking down her naked body at his hand,
holding the rod pressed deep into her belly, slowly twisting it, rotating
it, working it a little deeper with each movement. Her mouth is open in a
round 'Oh' of surprise and desire, as she stares wide eyed at the sight.
Abruptly, he jerks the shaft completely out of her, and slaps her sharply
across the belly with it. "You moved. I told you not to move. Now lay back,
looking straight up, and stay that way. Listen to what I tell you! If you
move again, I will turn you over and apply the ruler very painfully to
your rear."

She flops back, too astonished to do anything else.

He again places the rod against her twat, and shoves it in abruptly on his
next word. "***THIS**** is for emphasis, to ensure you remember what I
have to say." He thrusts the shaft rhythmicly in and out, fucking her
solidly and deeply, alternating with churning and stiring motions.
"You will bear in mind, young lady, that your parents have placed you at
this establishment in order to instil in you certain moral values. These
do not, so far as I'm aware, include submitting your fellow students to
bondage and perverted sexual torment. However, it is made clear in the
enrolment papers, that the school rules _do_ specify that the staff have
clear and full legal rights and obligations to administer _whatever_
penalties or treatments they feel advisable. Thats a very important thing
for you to remember. For example, if we, in our role as the future staff
of St Cunatus, felt it 'advisable' (here he emphasises the word with a
particularly deep thrust and twist) to subject a problem student to,
say, bondage and perverted sexual torment, we would not hesitate to
do so." He pulls the shaft out of her now heaving loins, and presses the
tip against her impressive, fully erected clitoris. "Now, you have an
unusual problem here, and hence, the school has something of an unusual
problem with you. Unusual problems tend to require UN..US..U..AL..SO..
LU..TIONS..." With each sylable, he thrusts the shaft deep into her cunt
and draws it partway back out. Silent, he continues to work it in her
for some minutes more, closely observing the increasing flexing of her
hips as she cannot help but grind her sex back at the shaft within.
gasping now, her hands are alternately clenching and extending, fingers
straight-splayed in the intensity of her need. Previously near it, she
is once more on the verge of her desperately needed release. Eyes closed
tight in a grimace, she bites her lips, and pants urgently, beggingly.

Judging her near, he slows to a mere tesing, slight penetration, and
speaks again.
"You have been a very naughty girl indeed, today. Now, consider this.
The need you feel now, it is unbearable, no? It burns you, it is an 
agony. Your whole body, your whole mind, aches for that release. But
now I am stopping. (He removes the shaft from her.) You do not deserve
it today. We both know that your need will subside of its own, even though
some will remain. For now, your punishment consists only of bearing that
need, as it comes and goes of its own in the days ahead. Believe me, we
will be aware of any attempts you might make to seek relief. This is
your first test of trust in our agreement - you must abstain from any
attempt to satisfy this urge. If you slip... well, perhaps you would
like to experience what you feel right now, only more or less continually?
For the duration of your residence at this establishment. And likely
for some time after as well, when your parents receive our recommendations
for your continued treatment. From what you say, I believe they would
likely agree with our suggestions that for such a twisted young woman,
strict and ongoing sexual therapy would be advisable.

On the other hand, if we become convinced of your reliability and this
test of abstinence becomes no longer appropriate, it would no doubt be
helpful to all concerned if your distracting desires were to be given
the satisfaction they crave. Regularly, I expect, and quite comprehensively.
Not to mention the matter of some sort of therapy to correct that problem
you have with masturbater's block."

He grabs her by the arm again, and pulls her up. She rises, limply.

"Now get dressed, and go. Times a wasting."

The girls dress quickly, silently. Garth and Wendy escort them back through
the fort, and out the cleft in the wall, watching them head off briskly,
if a little wobbly.

Reentering the fort, the two adults head by silent agreement back to the
room of the slab. Strip, throw themselves onto the old rug, and make violent,
aggressive love. It been a very testing experience, restraining themselves
from directly taking advantage of the teens on the spot, and fucking them
silly. As they finish, and tire to the point of allowing conversation again,
they discuss the girls. 
Wendy: "Eve is going to have a ball with Sandy. What a test of her skills
of psychology, and hypnotism! Speaking of psychological skills, do you
realise what you did to Sandy just then?"
Garth, grinning: "Sure do. She isn't going to be able to stop imagining
what 'satisfied regularly and comprehensively' might mean, for a single
moment over the next few weeks. With an imagination like hers, I expect
she will be more than a little turned on just about continuously, thinking
about strange men shoving things up her teeny vagina till she pops. And 
whatever else turns her on. 'Whatever penalties and treatments' after all!
Gives her plenty to worry about, plenty to keep her wet. Its only going
to be a couple more weeks, then we can take pity on her. Poor thing.

And damm! That girl has more piercings in her twat than Eve does. That
will get her going, too. Bet she works them into the therapy in a big way.
Heh! You know, you could lace their cunts together, if Sandy's piercings
were opened up a little."
"Yeah... with a double ended vibrator inside the laceup. Mmmmmmmmm yummy."
"We could make a sort of anti-anti-masturbation attachment for her. It clips
into those holes, and shocks her if she _doesn't_ masturbate."
"Ah yes! Every socialite should wear one. Brings that extra sparkle to the
event."
"I think I'll definately have to make something like that. Miniaturise the
Orgasmatron, make it wearable jewelery. Hey, I could make them communicate
with each other by radio! Then a room full of them could synchronise, wouldn't
that be cool. 'ring a ring a rosie, all fall down!'"
"Speaking of timing, Mr Inventor, hadn't we better be getting on with the
exploring? The day will be all gone if we don't get a move on."
"Yeah, lets go.    You know, those two teens are going to be lots of fun.
Hang on a moment while I pack up these things of Sandy's. Pretty resourceful
for such a young girl, at a supposedly strict boarding school, to manage to
put together such a bag of tricks, don't you think? Quite a smart girl."

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They continue their exploration of the fort, this time more systematicly.
Its a solid old stone structure, basicly two stories high above ground level
in the outer structures, with a central open courtyard. There are numerous
below ground spaces as well, some quite extensive. Mostly, walls are very
thick, even the internal ones. A similar, yet rougher construction to the 
older parts of the school. In the upper areas, most of the roofing was timber
framed, with slate tiles. All this has been burnt out, leaving those spaces
filled with the collapsed rubble of roofing, charred fragments, weeds waist
deep. There is a higher stone tower, hugely thick intact stone walls around
a central void that once held a wooden staircase or ladder. Now there seems
no way to reach the hatch visible in the stone arched upper floor three
stories above.
The most severely damaged area is the place they entered first. Here even
the below ground rooms are gone, those adjoining are filled with rubble as
if an explosion had blasted outwards from some central, underground point.
Everywhere among the wreckage of that blast there are signs of flash burns,
timbers seared and smashed but not burned deeply down here in the dark
subteranean spaces. It is all very dangerous, many areas are just too dicey
looking to risk pushing into. It becomes certain, from the pattern of 
destruction, that some sort of basement powder magazine had met its match,
long ago. A lit match.

When crossing the central courtyard, they find a deep well nearly hidden
among the weeds and rubble fallen here from the explosion. A *very* deep
well, on casting a stone in. Far, far down, there is a faint *sploosh*,
and always a distant, barely audible sound of running water. Without a
serious piece of rope, and propper descending and ascending gear, there
is no question of taking that path.

Here and there they spot more striking similarities between this place and
the old StCunes halls, and wonder if this fort also might have passages in
its walls. After a search of spots where the walls seem particularly thick,
they find a narrow, barely visible rift in a wall behind a rubble-heap from
the explosion, in a basement room. It takes them a while to carefully clear
the beams and stones that had fallen across and into the revealed passage.

In one direction, the passage is totally caved in. The other way, however,
leads on, winding through walls, rising and falling, quickly disorienting.
Here too, there are sometimes tiny chink-holes into interior rooms. Spying
seems to have been a preoccupation of the architects of that era. In general,
the passage seems to follow the centre of the building line around inside
the fort wall. They come across a junction, one side leading steeply up a
narrow flight of stone steps. They decide to continue on the level path for
now, and return to it later.
Continuing, after more of the same contorted, wall dwelling path, they come
once more to a area of ruin and collapse. It must be not far from the point
at which they'd entered, having come nearly full circle round the fort. So
here is the other side of the destroyed area. Nothing particularly exciting,
so far, but the question remains of possible deeper spaces, as suggested by
the sounds from the well.

They return to the ascending stairs, and follow them. Within a few moments
it is obvious that they must be rising within the walls of the high tower,
since the steps just keep on going up. Then a curious thing- a short level
passage with another right angle bend, following the tower shape around two
sides, then a rising flight of narrow steps again. But here, in the floor,
is a stone with chipped corners, and two large bronze rings set into grooves
in its surface. With some effort, they lift it and slide it back into the
passage. It reveals a short drop, with footholds cut into the stone sides, 
then another set of stone stairs descending. But down to where? It means
that this lower part of the tower must have two interleaved sets of stairs,
like a double spiral. Intriguing.

For now, they follow the rising path. Around and up, and up. Finally, puffed,
they emerge to daylight through a pile of loose slate and charred timber 
fragments, into the parapet of the tower. Stone walled, with tall slit
windows on each side, it was once weather proofed with the usual timber and
slate roof. The central opening in the floor, once no doubt the start of
a solid staircase, is a dangerous dropfall to the lower floor far below.
Roofless, even in mid afternoon this high room is hot with the sun beating
in, its heat reflecting from the walls. The wind gusts through slit windows
and edies in through the open top, shaking the dry, weedy grasses growing in
a thin soil of char and bird droppings. It is a place for eagles, and has a
view to match.

They admire the view for quite a while, sharing the small telescope Garth
has brought. From here, the school and its grounds are clearly visible,
and although the spyglass is too hard to hold still enough to observe in
detail, they joke about setting up a larger fixed scope here to spy in 
windows. As if they needed to come up here to do that.
They do spot two figures striding among the thin trees near the grounds edge,
heading towards the school. It seems their new 'agents' have managed to make 
good time on their way home. Good. Just before they leave the bush cover,
they stop a moment and embrace- a last long kiss. Its very touching, and
both watchers are glad the girls are still close, despite the day's travails.


But the mystery 'down' tunnel draws them. After a quick bite to eat, sitting
in the narrow windows gazing out into hazy distance, they head back down into
dust and darkness. Leaving the ringed hatch open, they climb down the short
vertical shaft, then take the descending stairs, torches questing into
promising depths.

Down and down the steps continue. Shortly, they enter solid bedrock, and
cease their frequent ninety degree turnings imposed by the tower shape.
At this point there is a horizontal side tunnel, as well as a continuation
of the descending stairs. Garth is practically jumping up and down with glee:
"I told you there'd be something here- didn't I!" "Yes, trust your nose for
mysteries... this is turning into one alright."
They follow the horizontal passage. It goes for no more than a couple of
hundred feet, then ends in a pile of rubble that has fallen down a steeply
ascending stair passage. More blast effects, probably. Perhaps this connected
to the main fort ring passage, somewhere in the destroyed zone. Returning,
they continue the descent.
These stairs continue as a steady, tight circular spiral, dropping rapidly
into the hill. They go on for an astonishingly long time, the banded
sedimentary rock giving way early to the glistening white of cut limestone. 
Down and down. Who the hell did all this work, they wonder. All done with
hand tools too. Amazing. But then, if the builders of this fort were slavers,
perhaps not so amazing. Pity the poor sods who worked down here, cutting
and cutting by hand.

After what seems like hundreds of feet of descent, they emerge into a great,
silent and sparkling river cave. It is dry now, but vast. The space stretches
wide across from them, their beams dimly illuminating the further side.
Just here, the ground is leveled and paved, a kind of terrace for the
rooms carved into the limestone of the high wall from which they have
emerged. Everything here is intact, woodwork preserved perfectly in the 
constantly cool, dark, low humidity air. Most rooms have doors, closed but
not locked. Entering with only a screech of long idle hinges, they find them
still furnished; books, oil-lamps, etc, very comfortable. They open some
books at random from the glass-fronted cases. These are all antiques- all
from the very first days of European presence - early 18th century.
A miscellaney, but many of a sexual and medical nature. A distinctly 
non-consensual variety. Texts on the sexual nature, examination, training
and coercion of women. Young and old. Methods of restraint & punishment.
With typical outrageous 18th century 'anything goes, so long as its only
done to the lower classes, coloureds, or the already socially disgraced'
attitude. Some really extreme stuff, and all thoroughly illustrated with
beautifully detailed metal plate engravings, done by artists who didn't
see any contradiction in a ponographic text book. This is a goldmine of
priceless antique porno books and historical information, to say nothing
of being an incredible turn-on.

They find a set of journals, apparently by whoever last used these rooms.
A quick browse reveals that these people were Portugese slavers, setting
up here to supply the general working-slave demand in the Americas and
Europe, but also building up a line of sexually trained African beauties,
catering to the discerning and wealthy connoseir.
Among records of routine native captures and ship-offs, there are notes
of hunts for specific, known beauties, and their 'breaking in' after capture.
Which appear to have been very enjoyable processes for the diary writer,
but not so wonderful for the girls, although their 'orgasms per day' counts
(carefully recorded in a ledger) seem to show steady rises during their stay.

Then near the end of the entries, some notes about the discovery of an
exceptional beauty among the children of the region's chieftan. Preparations
to abduct her, and a short note recording the capture's success.
Notes on the start of her training - she is truly a stunner, and explosive
in her sexual response, but a determined, strong-willed resister when given
any opportunity to fight. It becomes clear the writer is becomming very
personally involved with this woman, and the master-slave training process.
Obsessed with her, in fact. He must refrain from fucking her cunt, though he
describes its muscular and firm virtues at length, lest the merchandise
become pregnant. But he makes free with her arse, and clearly very often.
He also describes at length the pleasure it gives him to watch her writhing,
struggling and dramatic orgasms during her intervals of 'vaginal
familiarization' - which seem to involve some sort of water-driven phallic
plunger, and sometimes last for hours. She is never released until he feels
she is accepting the instrument and its effects 'positively'.

Then the very last entry - a note about word received that the chief has
gathered a fighting force to attack the slavers. The writer sounds 
unconcerned, convinced in the superior power of lead shot and gunpowder,
and the strength of stone walls.     There is nothing more.

They wonder if perhaps the superior power turned out to be some native
servant, still loyal to his or her chief, setting a light in the powder
magazine. That would explain the devastation above.

The next room they try is the treasure trove. Literally. It contains, neatly
stacked on solid wooden shelves, a very great quantity of gold. Solid bars,
flat rectangular plates, cast blocks, rough nuggets, fine and heavy chains,
pendants, urns, utensils, jewelery of all sorts and variety of craftsmanship.
Some seems the work of primitive village metalbeaters, others the craft of
highest artisans.

Garth, softly: ".....fuck...    .....what?"
Wendy, also whispering: "......so much of it......"

Awestruck, they count just the stack of heaviest ingots, reaching fifty
before becoming too excited and losing count. A trunk by the door contains
gold and silver coins, hundreds and hundreds. Standing, swinging their torch
beams over the dust-dulled but still glittering fortune, they feel that
numbness induced by sudden massive shifts in futures and possibilities, when
all one's plans become obsolete at a stroke.
When whole new visions must be built from scratch.
They sit on the trunk, just playing their lights over the glinting piles.

Wendy: "You know, we did say we'd keep all the treasure to ourselves."
Garth: "Yes, and no one complained. Should we tell them? We could just take
this and leave. We'd be wealthy beyond our dreams, for life."
Wendy: "Actually, there's enough here to make all of us wealthy for life."
Garth: "But not wealthy beyond our dreams, then. Not beyond Tony's dreams,
anyway."
Wendy: "We'd miss out on the taming of StCunes, if we left. No delicious
teenage twats to tease. Leaving our friends of so many years...."
Garth: "Its only gold, after all. If that Sandy was standing here, naked
and horny, tying up Laura and dildoing her, where would your eyes be? The
gold, or the girls?"
Wendy: "I suppose this is all the profits from the slaving business. Seems
to have been a rewarding line of work. A bit of piracy on the site too,
wouldn't you say? Except, everyone must have died."
"In the explosion, and attack?"
"Yes."
"Or someone would have been back for the gold."
"Mmm. You'd think so."

They are silent for a while.

"I guess its safe to leave it here, for now."
"But take a little. A bar each. I can imagine their faces."
"Heavy stuff."
"Complaining?"
"No."
"Want me to carry both?"
"No. I'll be OK."

Placing a bar in his pack, Garth finds himself holding camera in one hand,
and the bar in the other. He weighs them against each other. "You know, the
bar is much heavier. But the pictures in here... I think I'd keep them, if
I had to choose."
"You are definately bent, and I love you for it."
"Thanks. I love you too, kinky woman."

 ....
 
"Well. Lets go then."
"I can't bear to."
"I know. But we can't just stay here. Remember Golum?"
"But they're my precious! My Preeeciouuuuussssss........   Yeah. Right."
"We'll tell them."
"Yes."
"I understand why those slavers made so much money."


They carry on with their exploration, and a litte further along the 
underground path they find a set of iron-barred prison cages, complete
with rude cots, and copious numbers of hand and ankle cuffs, all secured
by chains to floor rings. Looks like the cages could have held up to
twenty or thirty persons - no doubt the slaves refered to in the journals.
They are all empty, but despite a little rusting of the iron where bars set
into the stone, the cages look sturdy still.

Continuing, the path twists through the complex of caverns, heading lower 
towards the river sounds. Turning a corner the passage opens into a cavern
who's size fades into the blackness of distance. They are so struck by its 
size, and the close sound of rushing water, that they nearly walk onto the
body, or rather skeleton, that lies on the path.
In part encrusted with glistening calcite, the figure blends into the path,
his faded and rotten clothing telling of a Portugese fighting man, complete
with metal breastplate. He appears to have died in a desperate effort to
travel further, lying with arms outstretched as if to drag himself along.
He could not have walked, for one thighbone is badly shattered, as are some
ribs. It seemes incredible that he could have come this far, assuming he
was injured in the events in the fort that long ago day.  The clothes are
old and rimed with crystals, but still show the stains of much blood. Near
one hand lies a bronze key, as if he dropped it when he finally failed in
his effort, whatever it was.

They wonder if this is the writer of the diaries, and what untold tales
of that last day his ghost could tell. If they believed in ghosts.

Treading much more softly they continue on into the mighty cavern, toward
the burbling, cascading river flowing across its center. Here they find
another 'installation' of the slavers - some more cages, also empty, several
metal braziers, no doubt for the giving of light and warmth, a number of
frameworks of a clearly bondage bent, manacles, and so on. It is all made
of bronze, and has lasted the many decades of humid cave air well.
There is another framework, straddling the narrow, fast running stream where
it passes between two thick limestone pillars. The framework is built up on
top of these, at shoulder height, and consists of a horizontal laticework of
flat bronze strips, forming a bed-sized platform in a stout rectangular
array of support struts anchored to the stone.
On top of this there is another skeleton. It shows no sign of clothing,
and is lying on its back along the platform. At first they see only the
shackle bands that encase the figure's ankles- no restraints of any kind on
her wrists, or over her body. Only her ankles. By the shape of the skeleton,
this person was a woman, and a statuesque one at that.
Perhaps this was the chief's daughter mentioned in the journal?
And the man on the path, could he have been trying to reach and release her,
but died of his injuries from the battle, or the explosion? Did he know the
blast had buried the exit to the fort? Was there another way out?

They are somberly imagining the fate of this person, apparently left here to
die of thirst in the dark, cold caverns as a result of whatever happened
that day, when they notice the frame's other feature.

In the dark, with only their torches it was an easy thing to miss, but once
they notice it, their whole attention is demanded. 'It' is a heavy gold
phallus, resting part-way within 'her' pelvic cavity. It is attached to a
long metal rod, which in turn attaches to a corroded arrangement of levers,
cams and pivots at the edge of the platform between her wide-spread and
imprisoned ankles. From this complex, another shaft descends towards the
water, and although the years of rushing, gravel-loaded water and floods have
nearly erased the traces, they see the battered, eroded remains of a small
water wheel. On closer inspection, they find that where the phalus now rests
on the rear inside surface of her pelvis, it has worn a deep groove in the
bone. Broken and still now, this mechanism clearly continued to thrust into
her corpse for a very great length of time; long, long after she died here.

What a different fate this implies the woman suffered! 
*This* must have been the mechanism of the 'vaginal familiarization' sessions
she had been undergoing. He had set her up for that day's prescription, then
been called (perhaps) to the fight. Had he, caught in the tunnel by the
explosion, mortally injured, made a last attempt to return and free her?
And failed, so close within her sight. Leaving her to be, literally, fucked
relentlessly to death and beyond.

Standing there, running the beams of their torches over the remains, its hard
to decide how to feel. All so long ago, and what would her life have been
like if she *had* been shipped off, to serve some cruel Arabian sheik, or
some equally cruel and probably more perverted New World tycoon? No doubt
this was a horrendously painful way to die, in the end, and cruelly drawn-out
and terror-laden compared to most deaths.
It is a strange mixture of the bizarely erotic, tragic, and hair-raising
supernatural chill. At once fascinated and repelled, they stand mute, their
torches sweeping over the skeletal evidence of long ago extremity.

At last Wendy speaks. "Poor woman. Worst of all, with the braziers burning,
she'd have been able to see Mr Broken Bones over there, failing to quite
release her. Even though she probably hated him, still she'd despair to see
him die there. God! If this was a pulp porno story, around now I'd expect
some sort of demented sex fiend ghost to put in an appearance. This place
really gives me the shivers. Can't help imagining being stuck up there...
that bloody great lump of metal thumping away in me... urrgh! Can't believe
its making me horny again, can you?"

"Well, it... heh, maybe its her spirit possessing you! In a moment, you'll
be overcome with an uncontrollable urge to fuck yourself to death - thus
releasing her captive soul from these dank caverns of sexual slavery, leaving
you in her place! Want me to leave you alone to get on with it? Or... no,
wait! I'm suddenly feeling very Portugese... must be his demonic spirit-...
stand too, my dusky young beauty, while I bind these manacles upon ye slim
ank-ow! You didn't have to do that. You know I'm kidding. Bwahahahaha..."

With his best evil villian laugh impersonation, he springs at her, swinging
her around and wrapping his arms around her from behind. She shrieks 
convincingly, as he growls in her ear then begins to chew dramaticly at
the side of her neck while possessively groping breast and crotch. She
struggles theatrically: "Oh! Stop! Help! Help! The beast is upon me... I am
done for.. Heeelllpp..."

"None can hear, my maiden midnight meal! And now, before I dine, it is time!
Time for your daily orgasm training!" He roughly unclasps her skirt and casts
it aside, then claws off her panties in one fast ripping swipe of hooked
fingers. The torn cloth he tosses into the rushing stream, then proceeds to
dig into her exposed crotch as his other hand works quickly at her blouse.
In a thick, slobbering accent he commands: "He he he... my little morsel
seems eager for her lesson, despite such cries. This drenching sex puts lie
to virtuous struggle! Desist! Prepare for your allotted measure of pleasure."

He steps back, peeling her blouse from her as her turns her round. "Oh, there
is _nooo_ escape, my young pretty. In the catacombs of dark lust you are
doomed to no other will but mine, your master.!"

Now she is standing naked but for shoes and bra, the darkness shadowing
away beyond the beams of their two torches resting on the smooth, damp bed
of river pebbles at their feet. She clutches herself, covering, acting the
part of the frightened, helpless damsel. "Oh you beast, unspeakable foul
beast! I fear it is true, I cannot resist your evil will.. oh pray! Spare me,
I beg you, do not... force me to... again..."

"Silence! You shall! Here where your blushes will never feel the Sun, but
only the heat of my desire, your flesh is mine to hold... or consume, if you
would not please me!" He makes a try at a satanic snort, "HRRRRMMMMGG-ch!"
but chokes a bit at the end. A good actor, she manages not to snicker.
"Then.. then I am lost. I know it true... better to live, then. But sad, my
virtue... all is lost... even now I feel your vile magics... working within
my tender shame.  Oh, what is your fiendish will.. this time?"

He is trying to undress, while simultaneously maintaining an imperious
commanding stance. She is biting her lip a bit with this unfortunately
comical spectacle. He waves a stern finger at her bra while trying to undo
a tight cuff button: "You _dare_ to cover your charms before me, the master
of your flesh? Remove it! Now!" He hops to slip off shoes and trousers.
Underpants removal is the usual far cry from dignified, let alone demonic.
She manages to happen to be looking away as he half-trips, narrowly avoiding
falling into the stream with his ankles trapped in the jocks. "Fuck!"

"As my master wishes. If I must..." She does let a grin slip out now,
standing naked, bra in hand. Letting the cups fall to the ground, she
sighs exageratedly: "hhhhhh... I expect it will be beastly... what dreadful
shameless acts shall I be forced commit, here where hope has fled. Where
a poor maiden cannot deny her demon captor, or even cool the animal heat
fanned in her once chaste loins by his evils magics."

In nakedness he regains his assumed role, aided considerably by the rigid
jutting of his impressive cock. Lit by the torches on the ground, it casts
sinister twin shaddows up his muscled torso. He makes a slow magical gesture
at her loins. "Soon now... soon. These dark stirings of unknown lust shall
grow ever stronger under my ministrations. Ere long, they shall come to rule 
you, turn you. You shall grow to perpetual desire, dark lust burning ever
within, burning away mortal limits. Only then shall you become my queen, fit
to prey with me upon lesser beings, taking of their nubile flesh, supping on
their loves and lusts, feasting forever in our stygean realm."
He pauses, for dramatic effect. She manages to keep a straight face.
"For now, I would have you stoke the fires of your shame into burning heat
before me. Stand open, stoke the fires deeply. Blow bright the coals between
your quaking thighs, till they near consume your soul."

"Oh, is this to be my fate? Forced to aid the very forces of my undoing!"
She shuffles her feet apart reluctantly, and drops her hands to her sex.
"Oh! Such despair is mine! Never, never would I do this, were it not in fear
of the torments you have shown me these few days. Oh! ohhh such torments...
I must do this... ohhh... the heat is.. ohhhhh... it grows... " Her act of
reluctance grows very thin very quickly, as her fingers work busily in her
damp furrow. One hand spreading the lips, the other's fingers alternately
twirling on her clit, then dipping down to press deep into her cunt.
"Oh... Oh... Uhhh... Can't resist... heat... burning in me...  Uh Uh Uh.."

He stands, admiring her performance, casually stroking his rigid cock, as
she hikes herself up the scale of arousal. She's always great fun to watch
when she wanks. These surroundings, the torchlight, the great, dark space
around with its dripping, gurgling echoes, the atmosphere of historic 
perversion, all add a truly rare spice to the sight.
As she seems to be nearing her pinnacle, he steps behind her, pressing
against her, his hard eight inches slapping up under her pubes. Her fingers
bump against its knob and shaft as she diddles herself. Hips thusting back
now, panting in near-climax, she grabs his cock-head and frictions it about
in her dripping slit, rubbing her clit. Hunching, panting deeply.

Suddenly, he grabs her wrists and pulls her arms out to the sides. She goes
crazy, franticly trying to grind her loins down on his shaft. It doesn't rub
her clit. She switches to trying to buck her hips forward then back down,
trying to get him to penetrate her cunt. He shifts to avoid each near-fit.

"On your knees. Bow down your head to the ground, and prepare to receive
the flames of your master's pleasure." He pushes her forward, down, and
follows her. The pebbles are somwhat hard on the knees, but nobody cares.
Her arse waving up in front on his cock as he kneels behind her, he lines
up and drives into her slippery, tight channel, in one deep thrust. Then
pistons it back, and in, picking up a fast rythme. He pushes down on the
small of her back, making her arse turn even further up and back. Now he
alters his stroke so that his cock-head pops right out on each pull back,
then drives into her immediately. Nice and tight, and her grunts with each
thrust give a good idea that she's enjoying this delay to her orgasm very
much. Now, as she relaxes into the position, her sex lips don't quite close
after each removal, with the effect that some air slips into her passage
every time. In this position, gravity is pulling her insides down, _away_
from her cunt opening. So the air, as it enters, lets her vagina expand,
and the organs of her pelvis pull down, making more room. Each thrust in
of his cock further pumps the air into her, adding his bulk to the volume.
More air enters, each time with a quick 'thwoop' sound. He can feel now
that past the tight circle of her opening, there is an open space developing, 
as her vagina is pumped larger, inflating. Its a very interesting feeling,
since his dick now feels the ring of her opening, then a space, then the
impact of its head with her increasingly taut-stretched inner membrane. Its
one of his favourite ways to fuck, especially once she is fully stretched
inside. Now as her internal stretch pulls at her opening, and she relaxes
more fully, the cunt-lips no longer close after each withdrawal. With a bit
more thrusting, her inside ballooning reaches its limit, and now when he 
slides in there is nowhere for the displaced air to go but back out, with a
'flubub' bubbling past her lips wrapped tight around his cock. Pulled back,
he can see the dark hole of her opening, and pauses withdrawn for a moment to
feel inside the opening with a finger. Taught, slippery. She shivers at the
odd sensation of a fingertip touching just one point inside her, and tenses up
a little, driving some of the air out with a 'whooof'. He gives her a sharp
smack across her upraised buttocks. "Don't! Keep it open." She sinks back
down, and as her sex opens again, air sucks back with a 'twooopf'. He twists
his finger about in her a little more, till her insides are once again tight
skinned and open. Teasing her, he fingers her hard clit for a while, working
her back to the brink of orgasm. Then places his cock-head at the opening.
This time, he grips the lips, and presses them tight around his shaft as he 
slides in deep. No air escapes. She moans, stretched even tighter inside.
He pulls back suddenly, and a little more air twoops into her expanded guts.
Then, before her insides have a chance to contract back to normal, he drives
his piston back in, past tight-squeezed lips. Again, she is blown a little
larger inside. He repeats, pumping her tighter and tighter, like a bicycle
pump made of girl-meat. Then, when she is moaning and clenching her buttocks,
feeling totally inflated inside, he stops, out, holding her sex lips tight
closed. Its always occured to him at this point before, that he wishes he
had some super-glue. An interesting idea, never quite.....  Anyway, back
to the job. She is clearly at orgasm's door, and he is close too, after all 
that rapid pistoning past tight-pressed lips into bumping, taught walled 
space. With his other hand, he smears her arsehole with her slick fluids.
Then presses cock to the spot, and slides in past the clenching ring. With
only a thin membrane between her shitter and the air-filled tight balloon
of her cunt, which is trying to fill all available space in her pelvis, the
sensations in her rear, for both of them, are phenomenal. She cries "Oooooo
ooooooo fuuuuuuuuccckkk thats sooooooooo ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh yesssssss..."
Just another slow stroke, and he feels himself tipping over the brim, and
reaching between and under them, he quickly gives her clit a brisk rubbing.
She explodes, and her clenching, humping arse, riding back onto his now
hairtriggered shaft, sends him over as well. They hump and scream together,
into a mindblowing, ballblowing, clitblowing, shaking and shouting mutual
cum. But he manages to keep a hold of her cunt lips, pressed tight and in,
holding her full.

It seems like minutes later, that they recover. They have fallen down onto
the damp pebbles, and its the cold more than anything else that rouses them.
Garth is still holding Wendy's cunt closed. It seems like a pity to waste
all that hard work blowing her up.
Wendy: "Ummmmmmmm.... wow. That was demonic, all right. I'll be your 
underworld queen anytime, if that comes with the job. Uhhhh... are you going
to let that out? I feel like someone inflated a football inside me."

"Hmmm... I like the way it makes your tummy swell out. Look at that... Hey.."
(he tapps her belly with fingertips) "You sound hollow. I always thought you
had a space inside that needed filling. Mmmm wish I had some super-glue."

"What! Don't you dare, that would not be funny!"
"Oh, just for that... There is a solvent, you know. David and Sue have some.
Hmmmm... That suggests quite a few little experiments. Dum, dit tee dum.."
He finger-drums her belly some more, demonstrating how tight it is, as she
fumes.
"But dear, think of what a cool punishment it would make for the little
darling schoolgirls. And we should test it out ourselves first...? Besides,
the Demon Lord thinks its a good idea. And who are we to argue?" She assumes
he's kidding, and says nothing, just rolling her eyes.

"Well, then I guess its time to move on, and this has to go. Pity, I like
the idea of you tight inside like this. Not sure why. Oh well. Thar she
blows!" He lets go, and there is a long 'frapp ap ap ap-ing' as her cunt
empties its gas. She presses down on her belly, and a few last bubbles burp
out. "Hnnn... thats quite an odd feeling. Nice, but odd. So, my knickers
are gone completely, you know."

"That was the idea. That skirt is long enough, no one will notice when we
get back. Just be careful on stairs! Now, lets go, before some of these
long, thinish pebbles give me any more ideas. Lets see if there are any
ways out of here other than where we came in. Want to leave the clothes
till later? Something about a naked woman among stalegmites appeals to me.

Naked in the pleasant cool of the caves, they continue their explorations. 
Upstream there is no trace of a path, or even any way to follow the stream 
short of diving and wading *in* its cold water. They dress again, to go.
Downstream, they find the path goes on, roughly following the river. And on.
After another 20 minutes of walking, during which they make many checks of
their compass, Garth remarks that they must now be somewhere in the vicinity
of the school. Sure enough, a short while later they find a doorway cut into
the cavern wall, with a long raw stone stairway leading up. They follow and
soon find themselves in a small arched room, with more stone steps leading
to a stone-capped opening in the ceiling. Two solid bronze rings are set into
the stone, hanging down. Not much use to them, since they need to push it
upwards. Perhaps the stone was originally meant to be placed with the rings
on the upper surface? They try to lift this slab, and it reluctantly gives.
Sliding it carefully, quietly  back, they emerge into... a dark corner of
the school basement dungeon! With dirt filling the cracks, and being of
similar size and stone type to the flagstones around, this entrance had
remained forgotten and unnoticed through all the modern history of the 
school.

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