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Chapter 20 of the St Cunatus saga

                      Triumphant Ascention

The moment they began sliding the slab back, onto the stone paving above
their heads, they'd realised they were neither at the surface yet, or alone.
Over at the far end of the great basement vault, the lights are blazing,
and a rousing bit of massed Russian choir singing is playing on a portable
stereo. There is also a splashing, throbbing sound they remember well - the
water fucking machine is in use. Could the Sisters have brought Amber back
for another session already? They replace the stone very carefully, letting
it slip bit gently back into its socket, and brush dirt into the cracks.
Only then, their secret (and the gold) safe, do they investigate, stealthily.

What a surprise they find! There, laid back and spread wide on the frame,
completely naked, eyes closed, moaning and hips spasming with each pounding
drive of the main water jet into her cunt, is Mother Alina. Even as they peek
around the side of the entrance arch, Garth and Wendy can make out her
awesome clit standing up from her twat.
The stiring music rises and falls, the Leningrad choir putting their all into
it as Alina pants and groans through apparently heroic orgasms. She has set
some smaller jets to strike her clit, which is standing at its full crimson
height of three inches. She seems to be set for a long haul, settled into a
humping rythm, eyes scrunched closed, gasping and sighing in time with the
pulsing jet.

They stand contemplating the truly breathtaking sight for a few moments,
silently considering the potential of this turn of events. They both reach
the same conclusion simultaneously (what else?) and Garth pantomimes covering
eyes and binding wrists. They can see that Alina has left her habit folded
over one of the pump cabinets nearby, and Wendy nods in grinning agreement.
A quick tiptoe into the room, and they prepare - Wendy to throw the habit
over her head, and Garth to quickly apply the wrist straps to Alina. They
take position. As Alina appears to be building to another orgasmic peak Garth
signs 'one.. two.. *three*' and they pounce.

She is taken completely by surprise. In the throes of pre-orgasm, finding
herself unable to even see, she gasps incoherently and thrashes weakly for
a moment, then it is too late. Both her wrists and then quickly her ankles
are secured with the velcro straps she designed herself. A blindfold is
slipped under the cloth covering her head and secured, the cloth removed,
and her head is strapped down as well. All in complete silence from her
assailants. By the time she realises she is trapped, it is far too
late to escape. Then the enormity of her position slices into her mind.
She has been caught by someone... _she_, the Mother Superior! It was all
very well celebrating her newly guiltless freedoms in private, but this
will not be good, not good at all. And the dammed water jet keeps blasting
up into her so-sensitive vagina, and she just _cannot_ make her hips
keep still.... and... and.. her.. clit! Suddenly her whole mind is filled
with the aching, demanding, *hardness* of her life's burden; the image
of that freakish thing, standing up there so obscenely from her private
place. How well she knows how it looks! And now, how well her secret shame
is displayed. She moans in a combination of despair, horror, and the
inescapable pounding pleasure in her loins as the water keeps on reaming
her. What can she say, or do? This is it, she is destroyed, her life's
work is shattered, by her own foolish lusts. Her lusts that despite this
horror, seem to be rising toward another of the soul-rending orgasms she
has already had several of here. That she was learning to let herself go
with, shouting out her ecstacy at the crisis, each time becoming louder and
more adventurous in her language. But she cannot let that... no, nooo....
not now, not with.... no...   She struggles to speak in some sort of 
convincing tone: "No... Please, turn it OFF! Please turn it off... This
was just.... ohhhhh  just an oooffff experiment... just a, a test... don't..
do.. Who are you?....... Answer me! Let me uhhhh *go*! I needed to see...
to see how it.... felt UHH! so I could.... to better... turn it oooohhh off!
Who *are* you? Aah... Answer me..eeee! Oh mother mercy! oh... oh... nooo...
don't... not... "

As she pleads, and pants, Garth reaches over and gently places his fingers
on her lips, lightly holding them together. A clear 'quiet!' signal. He
quickly lets go, but she starts pleading and demanding again almost
immediately, the strain of panic clear in her voice. "Oh no, please, turn
it off.. enough, I've hhh.huhh had e eee enough! No more... nooo.."
This time Garth simply flicks one of her turgid nipples sharply with his
middle finger tip. "Owww!" she cries, then seems to understand that talking
is discouraged. But she cannot help her rising panting and moans. The
sounds of a woman drawing closer to an unstoppable, mighty climax. She
knows it, and knows they know it too. She makes one last attempt to avoid
this. "Please, ohuhhh please, I am afraid... I'm uhhhhh about to tooohh oh
to disgrace ouhhh myself... for the love of ooohh of God.. please.... ohh
why.. why do you want toooohhh ohhhh to do this.. why?.... oohhhh"

This time Garth again brushes his fingers over her lips, then gently but
firmly, grasps her freak clitoris betreen two fingers and gives it a few
quick, unambiguously intentional stimulating strokes. The message is clear
to Alina - her mystery captor intends her to come.

In her mind, this message has an effect she would never have expected. Far
from increasing her panic, somehow it brings her a sense of calm, of 
acceptance of events beyond her control. The person (who?!) is going to
put her though this and nothing she can do will stop it. And damm, it does
feel... sooooo.... gooood. The water jets pounding her are just... 
unbelievable... and that quick touch on her hard, sensitive clit; so
different from her own fingers... so, so, *good*. Through all the other
demanding whirl of sensations in her mind, it brings flooding back memories
of that time in her teens when the doctor had briefly worked his fingers
on her clit and in her sex to bring her clit into hardness, for the cast to
be made.
And how she had lain nearly naked on the examination couch for what seemed
like hours, her parents and the doctor waiting first for the plaster to 
harden, then to find that her still achingly rigid clit with its enlarged
head remained locked firmly in the cast. How embarased she had been by
this discovery, yet how strangely wonderful his gentle tugging on the mold
had felt, and how hot and frustrated her virgin teenage cunt had become,
so much that she wished desperately that he would keep tugging at it, till..
till... then she didn't know what...   Now she knew, and it would be soon.
What would have it been like if she had come then, in front of her parents?
Would they have known? Yes, probably. Just like this person will... soon.
She wishes ruefully to herself that she could at least keep her hips still-
she is certainly _trying_ to, but they have a will of their own. 'Why, I'm
nnnnnnnn.... uh.. humping just uunnnnnnnnhh.... like some young... uh...
sex crazed..  uhhhhhhh....'

A flash of light! Through the blindfold and her closed eyelids, she sensed
the flash of a camera. The music (what was she thinking of when she set it
so loud?) drowned out any noises the camera made. Another flash. 'Wonderful,
picures. Could things get any worse?' More flashes. Her orgasm... closing,
still getting... "ahh  ahhh AHHHHH OOHHHHHHHHHHHH SWEEEEEEEET JESUUSSSS..
OOOOOWWWWWWWW OWWWWWWWWWW OOOOOOOUUUUUUUUHHHHH.. AHHHHH MYYYYEEEEEEEEEE..."
There were more flashes, but she didn't notice them. "OOOOOOOO FUUUUUUUUCKKK.
OHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK OHHHHHHHHHH MY... OOOOHHHH FUUUCKK
MEEEEEE JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOHHHHHHH
YYYEEEEEEEESSSSSS..... YYYEEEEESSSSSS... YYESSSS..... FUUUCCCKKKKK FUUUCKKK
FUUCKK FUCKK FUCK Fuck fuck Ooooohhhh fuck oh Fuuuuckk OH FUUUUUUUUCKKK oh
myyyy sweeeet Jeeeeesusss yesss..... ohhh.... ohhhh ... ooohhh ...."

Still the pounding, pounding thrust of hot water into her spasming cunt, as
the waves of cramping ecstacy receed slowly like the tide. They won't let
her rest, keeping the flux of pleasure at a steady, pulsing level just
below the threshold of orgasm. With each slamming jet, her inner core is
invaded by the thrusting water finger, stretching and shaking her to her
very womb. Coherent thought is impossible. She rides with it, joyful,
oblivious of all else, worshiping the pleasure. It continues, and continues,
now rising once again. As she nears a new peak, she becomes aware at a level
beyond thought that there are fingers working at her sex as well as the
water. Opening her lips, stretching then wide apart. Then ohhhh.... a flood
of unbelievable sensation from her clit- something warm, and wet, and tight
sliding down onto her clit, stroking down, then up, and a... a.. _sucking_
sensation.... ohhhhh and a soft sharp graze across its tip, then more of
the unbelievable sucking sensation, that makes her feel like her clit will
explode with pleasure... she is barely able to think at all, but somewhere
amongst the tumult of sensation a part of her mind is staggered to her core
with the thought that... that someone is.. is _sucking_ on her shame with
their _mouth_. Those are _lips_, and .... oooohhhh ... a tongue, oh God...
what... it feels... it grips, and... her clit... stroking... and strokes...
She explodes into screaming climax yet again... and that goes on, and on,
as her crushing orgasm fades into the void of unconsciousness.

                         .   .   .   .   .

Everything is still. Drifting up into awareness, from sleep or from a
faint she cannot tell, she gradually pieces together where she is. The
dungeon. On the water probe rack. Naked. On her back. Tied and blindfold...
no, wait a minute, one of her hands has been freed! She pulls back the
cloth from her eyes, and then fumbling dazedly, releases the strap holding
her head. Looks around. Deserted, silent. The machinery is off, as are
most of the lights. Her sex... a dull hot throbbing... not unpleasant,
sort of like legs tired but fit from a long run. She unties her other
wrist, sits up, and with a bit of stretching releases her ankles.
For a few moments she sits there, only now noticing that she is dry
while the floor and rack frame are still dripping wet. The mystery person
must have dried her, before... leaving? But.. she had locked the door
from the inside, didn't she? Getting up, she retrieves her habit...
but not her knickers. They have gone! She does a quick search of the area,
but there is no underwear to be found. 'Ah well' she thinks, 'just this
once...' as she donns the habit over her head. The cloth is a bit damp in
spots.
At the door she checks the latch... yes, locked. Or at least, now it is.
So who was that, and how... That is the only way in.  Confused, she walks
around the large space. Nothing, but lots of water on the floor everywhere.
Water? Surely not... could it have been... her dream? .. No, angels don't
take pictures. Presumably. Or if they do, where do they get the film
developed?

What a mystery. And what a worry.... *who* could it have been, and
*what* do they intend? Would they have been so careful, drying her
for instance, if they had meant her harm? No, unlikely. So still,
who, and why? Oh! What if it was one or some of the students! Heaven forbid!
Ohhh .... pictures of her, like... among the students... oh, unbearable 
thought! Unbearable! But why does the warmth in her crotch flare up so
at that 'unbearble' thought? Good heavens! She must stop thinking of that,
of the girls passing around pictures of her... Oh! Ridiculous! How is it
possible that her sex can burn so, after such a feast! Even her clit is
rising again, as if it had not done enough harm. My goodness, whoever
has those pictures could... could use them to blackmail me... I could never
allow them to become public, my career, the school's reputation... who
would understand? No one, I'd be hounded for the rest of my life by
enraged parents, and, and lowlifes out to... Hmmpf! But it couldnt be one
of the girls, how could one of them *possibly* have had opportunity to
find some way to work the lock from the other side? The staff? Or the Crest
people? But the Crest people have only been here a couple of days, they could
surely not have managed it either. And they seem so honest and aboveboard.
So the staff. But who? My goodness, they'll all be coming to the new
seminary - if it is blackmail, it could go on for.... ohhhh.. what am I
to dooo....  and *what* might they want? Money? From me? But they must know
I have none. Or.... no.... surely not... sex? One of the Sisters! What?
Oh my *goodness*!

That thought gives her a very strange feeling, a kind of chill in her heart,
combined with an entirely unexplainable burst of warmth in her sex. She
doesn't even want to think about it, so makes to leave the dungeon quickly.

It is when she opens the great door, that the note wedged fully in the crack
flutters to the floor. With a numb mind and thudding heart, she picks it up.
The writing is crude and blocky, all upper case and done with a wrong hand
to conceal the handwriting style:

   DEAR MOTHER SUPERIOR - NOT SO SUPERIOR NOW?
   WHAT A BIG CLIT YOU HAVE! NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY YOU! BUT YUMMY TOO.
   GOOD PICS. WANT EVERYONE TO SEE HOW YOU LIKE YOUR BIG CLIT SUCKED?
   WE WILL TELL YOU WHAT TO DO. FOR STARTERS, HAVE A SCHOOL SWIMMING
   DAY NEXT THURSDAY.
   MORE LATER. LOVE AND KISSES AND A FINGER UP YOUR ARSE!
   YOUR NEW MASTERS.

She reads it over. And over. Then mechanically closes the heavy door behind
her, checking it is firmly locked. This time. Perhaps she didn't pull it
closed properly when coming in, she thinks slowly, as she climbs the long
stairway up through the rock. Only when she gets to the small top door, and
finds it is also locked securely, does her brain begin to function usefully
again. 'Someone has a key' she thinks, and then 'One of the girls has a key'.
As she walks down the deserted corridoor, the background daily sounds of the
school growing stronger, she thinks 'One of the girls has a key, and has
kissed me on my sex. _Two_ of the girls.' As she begins the stairs to the
upper floor, a group of the girls are coming down, chattering among 
themselves. Suddenly she has to grip the railing tightly, as her knees go
weak and shaking. 'I'm being blackmailed. By some of the students. Young
girls! Young girls! Oh dear God! What will I do?' She stands motionless
on the stairs, watching the group as they descend, and turn out of sight
on the corridoor below. They'd quietened down as they passed her, reminded
of the school's 'decorum at all times' rule. But a sudden peal of girlish
laughter echos back round the corner moments after they are gone.
In that moment, Alina's stalled mind becomes aware in a rush of the
sensations of her body - particularly, that her clit is once again
aching hard. A flush of heat rises to her face, and she realises that
she must be blushing furiously. 'A finger up my.... my rear. They... _toyed_
with my body... ' In a manner she'd probably deem unseemly in a student,
she hurries to her rooms and flings herself inside, immensely relieved to
have met no more souls on the way.

With the door securely closed and locked (she checks it twice), and alone
in her sitting room, she finds herself pacing aimlessly about, attempting
to think out what to do. 'This is intollerable' she thinks, and 'I cannot
allow this to happen', and 'How _dare_ some young girl think of doing this'
and 'They must be found, and punished for this insolence!' and 'I _must_
have those pictures.'
She paces some more. Thinking of the pictures, and how bad it would be if
they were distributed among the students. It would mean the end of her
life in the order, she is sure. And the school! My dear God, it might
even mean the end of the school! What would the parents say if they saw
the Mother Superior being... being sexually...   she can't think of an
appropriate word... 'serviced'? 'Abused'? 'Pleasured'? Yes, that will do,
since... she finds herself recalling the sensations in sudden vivid detail,
yes, it certainly _was_ very pleasurable... very, very... ohhhhh....

With a start she realises that she has been standing for several moments,
running her hands over her habit, her hips thrusting forward, her aching
hard clit rubbing gently against the rough cloth of her habit. It is an
exquisite sensation, but nothing like the feel of those soft, wet lips
slipping over her little shaft... Goodness, she is so wet it is running
down the inside of her thighs! A thought flits across her mind: 'will she
ever feel that again?' and with it the knowledge that she does hope so.
Yes! She feels another part of her old inhibitions and world slide away
from her in that instant, when she admits that the feel of another's lips
on her sex is something she could bear more of. Could very much like to
bear more of.

With a sigh, she lifts up her habit, over and off her head, tossing it onto
a chair. Then she flops down into another, kicking off her shoes and sliding
down till her rear is at the very edged of the seat, her legs sprawled wide.
Examining the centre of her life's problems - the hard pink shaft of her
clit, projecting between her puffy, dark labia. Such a little thing - only
three inches! Yet both enormous in effect, and compared to what any other
woman would expect to see there. With a finger along each thick lip, she
spreads them apart to reveal the pinkness within. 'Why, most women have to
do this to see their clit at all, even if they are wild with lust. Like that
Amber... girl. With a mere pair of cotton panties, you'd never know how
turned on they were. Barring some stains.' She smiles to herself as she dips
fingers into the slippery confines of her own vagina, and smears the juice
around over her sex. 'And when she _is_ wild, all she has to do is slide
her fingers up and down her slit, and over the little nubbin of her clit. 
I suppose, that it could be... sucked.. too, but... not like mine. No, mine
needs... stroking, like this... mmmmmm something soft to run up and down it..
ohhhh my fingersssss.... but those lips.... ohhh those lips felt... soooo
gooood... how... hmmm.....oh!

With a start she realises that a picture of Amber's full lips has risen
in her mind, and what she is thinking of them doing... and how _very_,
impossibly nasty that would be. And in the same moment, that thought is
pushed aside by her remembering where Amber is now, and that it has been
hours since she was left standing tied naked, cunt-impaled on the bedpost.
'Goodness!' she thinks, 'I must go check on the girl this minute!'
Automaticly she picks up her habit, then as she prepares to slip it over
her head, she thinks, 'No, leave it, I'll just take a quick peek to see
she's all right, then come back and do something about this clit of mine.'
But as Alina pads nakedly down the passage to Amber's hidden room, the
thought of full lips seems to hover insistently at the back of her mind.

Approaching the door stealthily, she peers through the spy-hole. Of course,
there is Amber just as before - yet looking a bit more tired and dejected.
For a minute, it seems as if the girl has exhausted her desires, standing
motionless, blindfold head downcast. Then her hips shift in a giveaway
manner- a small humping motion. One hand moves slowly, fingers tracing over
stretched labia and the bedpost at its entry to her sex. Another, stronger
hunching, then she is building a slow, regular up and down fucking stroke.

Alina unlocks the door and enters, silently. Tiptoes to the girl and kneels
in front of her. Keeping her face beyond the cord-tied reach of Amber's
hands, she blows gently toward the girl's dripping sex. Amber freezes.
Quickly, still silently, Alina unties the girl's wrists from in front
of her sex, and re-fastens them behind her back, crossed wrist-to-elbow.
Alina is not sure exactly what she is going to do, but the image of Amber's
wide-spread, swollen, penetrated sex, with the fat carrot still protruding 
from her arse, seems powerfully interesting. She thinks 'She doesn't even
know who it is here with her.' Alina squats back on the floor before the
shuddering naked teen beauty, and gazes at the erotic vision. She spreads
her own knees, and looks down at her own excited sex, her clit standing
rigidly, far out from her cleft. Touching it gently, she looks back at Amber;
at her sex, her breasts, her masked face, her... full lips. For several
moments she sits, stoking her clit and moulding, fingering her wanting
sex, drinking in the erotic curves, scents and sighs of Amber, and the
raw heart-thumping power of her own position. She thinks of clits, and lips.

Shifting forward slightly, she brings her face close to the post-fixed
cunt and its setting of damp, engorged labia in the spread V between
Amber's legs. Lifts her hands and gently parts those folds - causing a
shuddering groan from the girl. Manipulating the soft flesh, she rolls
free the clitoris - examining it closely, tracing its shape and texture,
feeling the firmness of its aroused deeper structure. Amber sighs and shakes,
her sex held immovable for its examination by the post deep in her cunt.
With the small spike held revealed, Alina slowly leans closer, reaching to
bring her lips to it. Hesitates a moment, till she inhales - the heady
sex scent of the teen's fired up cunt clearing all doubts from her mind.
Contact. She is kissing it. Kissing a clit. A tentative flick of her tongue,
and the sweet taste, the smooth texture, and Amber's sudden "Ahhhhh!" intake
of breath and shivering hips hit her senses all at once. Overwealming!

Then she is guzzling at the girl, hands wrapped around the shivering cheeks
of her behind, kneeding them and pulling her hips strongly this way and that,
working them about in the small range of movement allowed by the bedpost
deep in Amber's vagina, as the Mother Superior tongues and sucks in a frenzy
on the girl's most sensitive flesh. She takes no notice at all of Amber's
almost hysterical, incoherent reaction.

For Amber's part, these developments have been both a mystery and a powerful
turn-on, despite her having spent all day long humping herself to climax each
time the post stired her arousal, as it had done inevitably with her smallest
movement, and more times than she could count. The first she'd known of
someone with her, was the soft breath on her sex, cooling the damp skin.
That subtle but instant switch from solitary, private slow sexual reverie,
to once-again helpless and exposed sex-penitent, had hit her like a train.
Then just as her now familiar flare-up of heat cut in, something completely
new- a gentle, stroking, exploring touch on her sex centre, then.... then...
what.. pure pleasure! Too strong, tooooo... soooo.... overload!
She wants to pull her hips away, and to grind them forwards, simultaneously,
but her cunt is fixed in place, skewered. She struggles, desperately,
without result. The thing attacking her sex feels like it is boring into her
very being, smashing past all records of pleasure and arousal. Her mind
slips into fragmented chaos, trying only to avoid fainting entirely, and
falling, onto...  An orgasm crashes into her.... it doesn't stop... someone
is yelling and crying... 



Alina is finding this all a great surprise. She'd accepted that delivering
punishment and 'sexual correction' had an arousing effect on her, but that
forcefully giving pleasure could be so... so headily addictive, so wildly
exciting, so charged with the power of control... It stunned her. Here
was another thing she'd been missing out on all these years!
And speaking of missing out, her own sex was now demanding even louder
for attention. Her clit felt like it was going to explode! Dropping one
hand to it and flicking it, it positively _twanged_ like a piece of spring.
As hard as a pencil, and feeling even longer than ever before, if that was
possible. Oh... she definitely had to do something about it, and right now!
There must be some way...  somewhere...
Pulling her face back from its work in Amber's crotch, she looks up and down 
the girl, who is writhing and groaning in what seems to be a continuous cum.
'What an awesomely beautiful sight she is' she thinks. 'Her curves, rounded
young full breasts, flushed with her pleasure, the mound of her tummy and
swell of her hips, all leading the eye to the valley between her legs,
where the shaft pouts and pulls her slick lips as she hunches on it in near
delerium. Pornographic, shocking, yet intensely beautiful. Perhaps this is
what men see us as - masterpieces of erotic sculpture, waiting to be cast
from the dull ingots of staid convention and chastity. Or maybe, if a hard
penis wants relief anything like this clit of mine, a man just gets desperate
for something soft and tight to stick it into. Or both at once, I suppose.
Oh, what can I do with this? Her mouth... no, I'd need her co-operation, and
how am I to do that without her knowing its me? Her... vagina? But really, I
think that might be too loose to work, on this little thing. Arse? Hmmm.. but
it presents some practical difficulties, like I'm not really long enough to
reach in there, unless... no, too awkward. Ohhh there must be something...'
Alina is running her fingertips up and down her three inches of aching 
hardness, softly, teasing herself, reveling in the exceptional stiffness of
her pleasure shaft. 'Such a little thing, really, by normal sexual standards.
Hardly thicker than my little finger... maybe... no.. but maybe... would it?'
She dips her fingers into her own dripping sex, and slides her little finger
up the cleft of her sex, searching. 'Ah.. there.... hmmm nnnh!' She presses
the tip into her pee hole, and finds that its a very tight fit, but it does
go in, a little. 'Oh... what an odd feeling... but nice... a bit more 
lubrication... ah, deeper...' She works at it a moment, dipping back and
forth between holes. Soon her little finger is going up her pee hole to the
second knuckle, and it feels... very... something... not pleasure, not pain..
just... voluptuous? Definately different. 'But the point, is that it fits.
And so how about Amber, then?' She returns to the sex undulating on its
phallic mooring post before her face. She guesses that for what she has in
mind, Amber will need to be taken down from there, but for now... There is
plenty of lubrication there. She works her finger in the area, finding that
its a lot harder to find someone else's piss hole than your own. There... in
a... bit... tighter, but still possible... a bit more...
Amber is at a loss for a reaction. At first she'd felt more touches on her
sex, and started to hump into them, expecting clit contact. But then... it
felt like something being pushed into her hidden little pee hole. A finger..
what... She'd once or twice experimented with a thin pencil in there while
playing with herself in bed, and liked the added, different sensations it 
gave. But a finger? Oww.. it kind of hurt... sharp fingernail... She tried
to keep as still as possible, shivering a little with each sharp pinprick
in her most delicate passage. Who _could_ this be? Who would be so weird?

Alina, having determined that her finger also fitted Amber, and certain now 
she is going to try her crazy idea, sits back, little finger still working
gently in the girl. It is too tight to really shove in and out, so she just
bends it around slightly in her. Delicate...  OK, so now what? This won't
work face to face, I'll barely reach her sex. On the bed then...

Alina pulls out her finger, and reaches to untie Amber's ankles from the
broomstick that holds her feet wide apart. Then rises, and bending down,
places her shoulder against the girl's stomach, She grips the girl's full
buttocks, and pulls her forward, over Alina's back. She lifts, slowly. Amber
slips up and off the bedpost with a soft moan. Alina carries her over to the
bed, and dumps her on it on her back and tied arms, then fetches a length of
cord, tying it to Amber's ankle. The other end goes up over a ceiling beam,
then Alina pulls on it, hoisting Amber's leg, and hips up into the air, her
crotch once more spread wide. Alina quickly kneels on the bed, straddling
Amber's other leg, crotch to crotch. All this has been done in silence, even
the girl making no sound.
Alina spends a few moments working her fingers in this new vista of open-
slitted sexiness, rubbing and teasing, bringing Amber into a peak of heat
once more. She spreads the girl's fuck juices liberally around her slit, and 
over her own tiny prick of a clit. Gripping Amber's hips, Alina slips her
clit into the wet cunt level with it, and for a brief while, fucks it in and
out. But as she expected, its too loose; the sensation is very nice, but not
enough. Time for the main experiment.

Carefully, Alina feels for the entrance to Amber's urethra, and presses the
tip of her clit-rod against it. And into.. 'uh' it... 'Mmmmmm, this could be
very.... uuuuuhhhh uh.... goood.' She presses a bit more, and more slides in.
It enters much easier than her finger, despite it's slightly larger girth.
Perhaps because its so smooth, and pliable. She presses harder, and suddenly
the thickest part of the swelling at the top inch of her clit slips past the
tight opening. Followed surprisingly rapidly by the entire remaining length.
As her swollen slit slaps against Amber's equally swollen labia, Alina barely
manages to suppress a vocal gasp of pleasure. She bites it back, thinking,
'Ahhhhh... _fantastic_. Ohhhh thats sooooo tight, sooooo smooooth.... warm,
ahh... ohhhhh ohhhh..' She looks down at the joined pubes, as she mashes her
sex against the girls cunt. Amber is moaning again now, panting and muttering
'oh fuck, oh fuck' softly to herself. Alina realises that her own fat, hairy
labia are rubbing the girl's clit as she hunches her. And her right thigh is
hitting the base of the carrot still extending from the girl's arse. She also
feels that Amber's piss sphincter has begun spasming on the intruding flesh,
and that feels just soooo...  The tightness grips hard near the base of her
now even harder clit rod. Somehow, the grip seems to be making her clit feel 
_incredibly_ tight, and sensitive... Every move she makes sends thrills of
pure pleasure stabbing into her loins, and up her spine. She knows it will
be only moments till she... just a few seconds.. sooooo goood.... Ah Ah! AHH!
AHHHHHHHHH!! OOOHHHH SWEEET JEEEESUUUUUSSSS OHHHHHHHH....  She bites down,
barely holding in her mental shouts, as her hips shudder in a burst of 
involuntry hunches, her buttocks clenching as she drives agains Amber.
Who is suddenly screaming, wailing in a matching cum, that causes her sex
to jiggle about on its supporting leg and rope like a tea bag. Her muscles
cramp into rigid contraction, held... held...

Alina, coming down from cuming, can feel something very odd in the junction
of their two sexes. Her clit will normally begin softening about now, losing
its rigid stretched tenseness. But this time it isn't. Locked in Amber's
muscular grip around it's base, the blood in Alina's swollen clit is trapped.
And it feels sooo swollen, soooo much tighter than she can remember... She
tries pulling back a little, and finds, much to her surprise, that her shaft
is actually locked inside Amber. It comes out just a little, then the bulbous
tip hits Amber's tight ring of pee-muscles, and just won't come any further.
In her dazed post-cum state, its too much to deal with, so she just kneels
there, rocking softly, enjoying the still strong feelings. Her clit is almost
painfully super-sensitive, yet the soft, tight, slippery clasp of girl-flesh
brings only pleasure still. Now she can feel a renewed stiring of tension in
her sated belly, and knows that she will come again. Rapidly. This is 
incredible.. It builds so fast, she can feel the rising of need unfolding
like a flower in her sex, new hot blood surging back into flesh momentarily
relieved of turgid fullness. For some reason, the phrase 'trapped in heaven'
flits through her mind, but she has forgotten about her slight clittoral
extraction difficulty. She humps into Amber, rising to her second peak.
Hits the summit, and gasps and chokes in the enforced silence of anonymous
assault as her raging orgasm churns though her body. Near the end, she barely
senses Amber thrashing into another cum of her own.

This time, as she floats into calmer waters, dreamily, she feels that Amber's
flesh is not so rigidly clamping on her clit, but is pulsing softly, 
squeezing, relaxing. It is very, very nice, but before it wakes the fire 
again... Alina firmly pulls back, but a clench of muscle in response catches
her, locked. Then relaxes, and out slides a bit more. Then clamps, squeezing
the thick clit-head. Then releases again, and Alina manages to pull the
entire three inches free. She looks down, and although rapidly softening, her
clit seems briefly larger and redder than she's ever seen it. She remembers
being locked in that plaster cast for hours... God what a stupid arse that
doctor was! 'Mmmmm this was good.... I can see I'll want more of this...'
She fingers Amber again for a moment, then unties the girl's ankle rope.
Amber flops down onto the bed. She has never asked who it is.

Alina decides she's too spent to bother with the girl any more just now, and
only wants to go rest. There's things to be done, too. And the girl will have
to be fed, eventually. And perhaps another session under the water jets for
Amber before bed... She rises from the bed languidly, and leaves, locking the
door behind her. 'Let Amber make what she can of her blindfold, tied hands
and the carrot' she thinks. 'I wonder what my blackmailers would have thought
of that?'

As she walks back to her room, it occurs to her that if she could just find 
out who had written that note, and get the photo negatives, she could soon
have the blackmailer(s) in a position much like Amber's. She finds it a very
appealing thought. It also occurs to her that if she _can't_, then she may
well find herself in such a position - and somehow, the prospect doesn't seem
as frightful as it perhaps should. Recalling her miraculous dream, she shrugs
and feels an acceptance of fate, whatever it may bring. An interesting series
of sexual experiences, whatever happens, she expects, and thankfully not too
late in her life to enjoy.

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



"Its getting to be a full time job, taping Alina's adventures in Amber! At 
this rate, we'll never have time to do anything but watch her."
Back in the Crest rooms, Garth and Wendy had arrived back soon after Sue
and Tony. The others are still on their various errands. Wondering how Alina
would take her changed situation, they'd switched on the cameras in her and
Amber's rooms, and discussed their day's findings as they waited for her to
get back.

Wendy: "Oh well, believe us, this should be interesting. Wait till we tell
what we found. When the others are all here. Its really, really.. well,
big." Garth buts in "And heavy. Very heavy, man." He grins, implying a joke,
but he's not saying. Wendy: "That too. The fort was definately worth the
trouble. By the way, did you see a couple of the girls with a note from us,
today? About one-thirty?"
Sue and Tony hadn't.

Garth: "Oh well. Must have been one of the others. Anyway, get this- the
fort has an massive cave system beneath it. And there's a secret passage
that comes right back to here. We came back through it. Its humungous. And
guess where it comes up? Yes! The water machine basement. Want to make a
guess what we found there? No, not Amber getting it again- Alina. Alina
getting it! She'd set herself up for a full rinse cycle, with all stops out."

Wendy: "Even music to cum by. She likes big Russian choirs for her kicks."

Garth: "She didn't hear us arrive, and she had her eyes closed, and we sort
of couldn't resist. Jumped her, blindfold, straps, the full capture bit.
Then we kept giving her the water treatment, and a bit of tickle and suck,
till she passed out. Ahh... sucking a nun. Something I never thought I'd
get to do. That clit is a fine thing."

Tony: "Well! Except you'd have blown the whole deal if she'd found out it
was you. Bit risky, wasn't it?"

Garth: "Now you mention it... but there she was; it was a scene that demanded
some sort of action. High stakes, but..... now the deal is more certain than
ever. Got some totally damming pics of her cuming like a legend. In the end
she passed out again."

Wendy: "Aaaanyway... while she was out, we couldn't resist doing up a quick
blackmail note. Maybe a bit of a risk, but... whatever, its very anonymous.
You have the draft, dear? This is why we want to see what she does now."

Garth: "Yeah, here...   The bit about the swim carnival... just an idea.
Small test, see if she's going with it. We got lots of really cool snaps
of her and that clit too. Closeups of it getting sucked by 'someone'."

Wendy: "Thats me. Mmmmm I could go for more of that. Such violent cums!"
Garth: "So with Alina, the two girls, and the tunnel finds, we had a fine
day. Oh, them; wait till the others are back, its a great tale. But they
are now on the end of some photos too. Lezos, playing in the forbidden ruins.
Great stuff. They are going to play a big part in the next few months."

Wendy: "So how did your day go, you two? Had any uh, good fortunes?" She
grins hugely.

Tony begins first: "Actually, yes. There is more than meets the eye in the
state of affairs in this place. The records, what there are, were quite
illuminating. As you know, I wanted to see how enrolments have been trending,
and how the fee structures are set up. Down in the office the old sister
was very helpfull, digging out anything I asked for. Anyway, for starters
there are three categories of active admissions, and a fourth one...
The first is the typical, 'Standard' admission, with a fixed fee. The 
enrolment forms for this are nothing special, apart from the oddly suggestive
clause granting the school total freedom in the manner of discipline. And you
remember that bit about the girls being 'made cognisant of the potential for
discipline'? In the light of what I found out, I think thats meant to cover
'warning' discipline, and their seeing other girls being disciplined. Which
pretty much gives the school carte blanche to do as they please. This little
number covers the great majority of present students.

Then there's the 'Difficult' category. Those forms have a detachable section
at the back, where parents or guardians can whinge about how terribly the
girl has been behaving at home, and how its essential that they be made to
stop doing such things. Well! The blank forms are pretty boring, but when I
looked through the files of current enrolments- phew! Some of the details
the poor girls' loving parents put in! We have some very sexually active and
inventive young ladies here. I didn't think it wise to be seen paying too
much attention to them, but my trousers got a bit uncomfortable, I can tell
you. Luckily that old bat in the office seems not to notice such things.
When we take the place on, there'll be some very entertaining required
reading in that file cabinet. They keep all the 'details' attachments in
a seperate locked drawer, I guess so no girl can accidentally see them.
These ones get charged a negotiated fee, depending on the 'severity' of the
girl's behaviour. Which seems arse about to me, but it does bump up the
income quite a lot. They are more or less expected to be kept here, by force
if necessary, judging by the extra clauses their guardians sign to. Thats
a fine excuse for high fees, though I don't see that the Sisters take any
special actions in such cases. Its odd. Like they don't seem to get it that
this is partly a school for sexual delinquents. The old Sister I was talking
to, seemed to think that all that stuff on the forms was just silliness,
antique style wording kept only for tradition. Kept saying 'they're really
very fine girls, fine girls' and that there were no problems 'like that'."

Sue: "If what I found in the clinic is anything to go by, there definately
_were_ problems 'like that'. But go on!"

Tony raises an eyebrow. "Well, you'd think so, given the selection of 'fine
young girls' they take. Their persistence in doing nothing special about 
these girls would explain the fall in enrolments in this group over recent
years, if my hunch is right. Word is getting about, that the Sisters are too
soft. We can fix that pretty quick smart, I'm sure.
But wait till you hear the next category. They file these under 'Athletic
Emphasis' which is so blind its almost schitsophrenic. There are just a few
of these girls today, only three. They have no 'bad behavior' details, just
some extra clauses at the end where the guardians sign to request their
charming daughters be educated in an environment of 'strict and rigorous
full body discipline and exercise in the physical arts'. I asked the old
Sister what this really meant, and she claimed it was just an odd wording of
the original entry forms.. tradition again. They consider such enrolments as
being for a curricula with emphasis on sports and physical fitness. It was
really hard to keep a straight face with her. There was an indication that
these forms should also have an attachment, but I couldn't find any copies,
and Sister didn't know of it either. Their fees are remarkably high, too.
I really can't see why. Not like gym equipment and running shoes are all
that expensive. I seriously think that there's some sort of misunderstanding
going on here between the school, and some of the parents. Or both sides are
working under some misconceptions about the other. This really needs looking
into."

Garth: "Physical arts.... yeah, right. We'll give them rigorous physical
arts, alright."

Tony: "Well, the oddest thing is that in the earliest records I found, which
were from the mid eighties, there were quite a lot of these; maybe thirty 
percent at first. But those enrolments fell off very rapidly over the next
few years. My aged assistant didn't know anything about it- she only came
to the school in ninety three. That decline really put a dent in the school's
income, I bet.  Very curious. What did the Sisters do to cause that change,
I wonder?"

Sue: "Perhaps they lost the habit?"
Garth: "Oh ha dee har har. Like Alina's getting the habit again now. I wonder
if she's ever going to feed that girl, instead of molesting her. Look at 
that!"
Wendy: "Someday we must see she finds out that Amber was forced to do that
pencil case thing by her dorm mates."
Sue: "No, why make her feel guilty. Amber was still a hot number, despite
that. And I'm certain she's sort of enjoying this, in a lot of ways."

Tony: "Yeah, why spoil a good thing. Unlike what the Sisters seem to have
done here in the eighties. You know, looking among the stacks of blank forms,
I found one sample of another type of admission paper. It was in the bottom
of a box, scrunched up. Here it is, I kept it. See, it says 'Mature 
Admission'. There's no such thing in the filing system. I didn't show it
to the old Sister, just asked her if she'd heard of 'mature students' being
enrolled. She had no idea. So its old, and they don't use it at all. Now,
look whats in it!"  He smooths the paper flat against its long pressed folds,
and shows them. "See here, under the student's age box, the fine print says
'18 to 35'. Then 'Guardian, address, contact', etc... Guardian! For a 30
year old woman! Which explains this next option box; 'tick one: Voluntary or
Disputed Admission'. Is this picture clear enough? Where did they keep these
ladies? As for what they did with them, check out the next page!" He turns
the leaf. "Looks like a bunch of check boxes eh? Read the captions! 
'Duration of stay (1 week minimum)' but there's no maximum mentioned. Then
'Purpose of stay: []discipline []humiliation []attitude improvement 
[]appetite enhancement []adornment'... does that mean piercings and body jewelry?
I guess so.
As for '[]Other, see attached details', I'd certainly like to see some.
And it goes on and on. 'Frequency of excitation: []Constant, [x]Hour/day,
[]Never. Type: []Enema, []dildo, []Penile, []Finger. Penetration: []vaginal
[]Anal []Oral. Frequency of Relief: []daily...' right through to '[]never'.
Administration by []Self, []staff, []peers, []minors...
Forms of Intercourse: []none, []objects, []male []female []white []coloured
[]beast/[]one []multiple...
Masturbation permitted []Y []N, In: []Private, []Public. []Chastity apparel.
and here! Pregnancy: []no []yes []risk. Atire: []uniform []naked []seminaked,
[]Intrusive, []Restrictive, []Chains, []Ropes, []Severe, []Discomforting.
Special instructions[] see attached... it goes on and on.

Interesting picture, isn't it?"

Wendy: "Goodness me! It couldn't be some sort of joke, could it? One Sister
doing it to shock another? 'Intrusive uniforms', now there's a suggestive
phrase."

Sue: "Or 'intrusive, severe uniforms'. Even better."

Garth: "It sounds like an honest advert for the place once we are running it.
But surely something like that could never have been an official document?
Is there any date on it?"

Tony: "Yeah, here on the back, down the bottom: 'Printed by Lesotho & Sons,
Brunava, 1974'. I'd say its real, all right. Weird, huh?

Sue: "Whats weird is what Alina is doing to that girl. Is she... is she 
sticking her clit up Amber's cunt, or what? Look! I think she's shoving it..
into her urethra! My... my goodness... I bet that feels... wow...."

Garth: "Is there even a name for that? Not buggery... Pissery? But then,
Alina is one of a kind..."
Wendy: "I wonder if it will come out so easily? What if she can't get it
out, if Amber clamps down? I guess someone would find them eventually...
hard to explain though... 'well, I was standing next to her and tripped.'
Heh...    wow, Amber seems to like that too..."
Sue: "Gee.... um.. that looks... actually, I'm quite jealous... I think.."
Wendy: "Like to try it up there too?"
Sue: "Hmmmm maybe... but jealous of Alina.. that thing must be really hot."

Garth: "Well, since we have such a good start on controlling her, I guess
eventually we'll be able to play to our heart's content. Myself, I've got
a few things I'd like to try with her too. You notice, for a woman who's
just been gang... um fondled, and found herself at the mercy of the same
mystery persons as blackmailer, and who may even be young girls, she is far
from depressed. More kinky than ever, by the looks. What does this say about
her sexual inclinations?"

Tony: "Well, she's not shy, thats for sure. Ah! Here come the others, by the
sound of it." He switches off the monitor, in case they are not alone. There
is a chatter of voices outside the door, as a key is jangled, fitted and
turned in the lock. They enter in laughter, at some story Mike was telling.

Since they've brought no unexpected guests, Tony turns the monitor back on,
just in time for the rest to see Alina humping her final cum into Amber's
crotch, then managing finally to pull out.
Mike: "Oh phooey! More of that old bat. What the hell was she doing this
time? But wait till you check the new feeds. This place is really wired now!
Sue: "That old bat just fucked the girl up the piss hole with her clit. It
was actually quite a show."

David: "Oh really? Did it turn you on? Or are you too sore from that dilator
thingy you found in the clinic today? Yes! We were watching, surprise!
Sue: "OH! You are.... can't a girl have any privacy? I was just seeing if it
still worked. It.."

Mike: "Sure did! Kept working the whole time too. Us workers had to give up
watching and carry on with our job, while you lay around testing that thing."
Sue: "Well, a clockwork cervical tickler is not something I've ever met
before. You know what else I found, in the clinic storeroom?"

David: "A good time?"

Sue: "No, silly... Well, yes, but thats the point. Up the back, there's a
set of cabinets that were piled up in front with cartons of boring stuff,
like bandages and tongue depressors. Covered in dust, but I moved enough
of the junk to open one of the cabinets, and wow! Its full of the most
amazing sex toys I've ever seen. They're all _old_, no electrics, and all
the ones that had rubber or leather bits are rotting away. But the rest!
Incredible craftsmanship, and bloody ingenious, a lot of them. After that
find, I moved enough to open all the cabinets, and they are all full of the
same sort of thing. Five big cabinets. Two of them full of pleasure toys,
two with bondage stuff, and the other with piercing tools and body jewelery
production tools and supplies. Whats really interesting, is that the pleasure
and bondage stuff had multiple copies of many gadgets. Some even like twenty
duplicates. So they weren't intended only for use in the clinic, I guess."

Tony: "Did you hide them again?"
Sue: "Of course! Not that it was easy with this great big 'tama in me.
(she giggles) I'd never seen such a big, beautifully made one, with so much
mercury in it. Couldn't resist. God, its so heavy and sloshy!" She wiggles
her hips from side to side, and sighs, pleasure filled.

Wendy: "Cool, are there more of those? I'd like a couple too."
Sue: "Sure, about ten, I think. Mmmm two would drive a girl crazy, I think.
They're very big, I couldn't get this one out. But I didn't try so hard.
The sort of suction cap thingy that I guess was for extracting them was old,
and broke apart when I picked it up. Too bad, huh?"

June: "Hey, I wish I'd had one of those in the library. The first half of
the day, the librarian Sister showed me round, and chatted and chatted.
You were right Tony, the library itself is pretty boring. I could have
done with some distraction. Ugh... card filing systems, and nothing but
inane religious books. There sure have been a lot of person brain-years
wasted due to infection with religion memes. Then about midday, she'd run
out of inspirational tracts to show, and sort of threw in as an afterthought
'Oh, then there's the old stacks. We rarely go down there, its a mess, all
spiders and the books are so old and out of order.' I felt like strangling
her. But instead I said maybe I should at least look, so we did. Or I did,
she didn't want to come down. Its a basement, under the library building.
Nothing like that deep basement, but still has maybe twenty rows of shelves.
She said they'd only rediscovered it in 1991, when they were moving some junk
out of the office. The door was behind a bookshelf. But she said they only
looked in briefly, and the books were 'odd'. Probably historical, but covered
in filthy dust and spiderwebs, and 'odd'.
I said 'how, odd?' and she said, 'oh... you know... odd.' Turns out there's
no lights down there, so we had to find a candle. Anyway, I cleared away a
few of the webs nearest the steps, and flipped through a couple of the
closest books. Hah! By 'odd' she meant 'has rude bits.' The first one was
some story about a field girl who gets abducted by ruffians, and treated
to some rough country seed-sowing. Published in 1835, complete with lots of
detailed adult illustrations. A sort of rustic bondage and gang-bang comic.
The second was a text on the breeding of horses, with detailed drawings of
how to mate them, and the methods for examining mare and stallion sexual
organs, and inducing the various stages of sexual heat. Including ways in
which a servant girl may be employed for these purposes. And if you think
that sounds suggestive.... it fell open at a picture of a naked woman
strapped to a frame under a horse, with the horse's huge dick deep in her
cunt, and a close up of her hugely stretched entrance with the horse rod
driving in. I got the idea. Another of some fellow with his arm up a mare's
cunt, past the elbow. There were pictures of just about everything you could
do with a horse cunt and horse dick.

Anyway, about this time I thought it might be wise to not show too much 
interest, so I came back upstairs, trying not to look flushed. 'Yes'
I said, 'there are some very odd books down there, aren't there. I think
its time for lunch.' She said 'Oh, would you like to have it brought here?'
and I  said, 'Thanks, but I think I need some air and a walk. I'll be back
later' She said she understood, but she had to go to a class in half an hour,
sorry, would I mind continuing without her?' I said 'No, no, thats all right,
I'd see her tomorrow then, perhaps?' and she said 'yes, she'd be there in the
morning.' So I left, and went out onto the lawn and ate my lunch. Oh, and
while I was there two young ladies came up to me, a bit out of breath, and
gave me your note, Wendy. It was... um.. about one thirty. Is that another
interesting story?"

Wendy: "Oh very, a juicy one. Fingerlickin!. You took them to their class?"
"Yes, like you asked. I said they'd been helping me move some boxes of books.
Anyway, back at the library, no one around. I zipped straight down to the
basement, and started digging. My dear lord! What a treasure trove of rare
porno! Lights would be good though."
Garth: "We found a room full of that sort of stuff too. But our lot was
collected by Portugese slavers. What was this stuff doing in the basement of
a girl's school?"

June: "I was wondering the same thing. Then I came across what seemed to
be an assortment of early school records - diaries, staff lists, accounts,
enrolment data, and such. There's a whole shelf of it- a lot is just boring
clerical stuff. But I did come across a diary of an early school mistress.
Dated 1872. At first I couldn't read the old handwriting, then when I got
that straight, I couldn't believe it was the same school. Or any school at
all! She was a total sadist! The slightest infraction, and she'd have the
girl over her desk, naked, getting some number of cane strokes to her bottom.
She kept records in her diary of how many each day, how many strokes, and if
the girl seemed to respond 'sexually' to the strokes. Those that did! Phew!
The things she'd do to them. If they could walk away, they were lucky.
Then there seemed to be a different set of girls, who got treated to all
sorts of sex-stuff regardless. Mostly by the staff, but this woman kept
lots of details in her diary anyway. And often she'd take a girl, and have
her 'service her' - thats what she called it.     I needed a good servicing
around then, for sure. And still do. Hint hint."

Mike: "It shall be done. But do go on."

June: "OK. There's not much more. In that diary, the only other thing was
that some of the 'girls' she was disciplining seemed a lot older than mere
teenagers. She didn't mention ages, but I got the distinct impression she
was dealing with adults sometimes. Particularly when she'd have one 'girl'
placed in the care of a group of other girls, and the big thing seemed to be
the humiliation of the one by the playings of the group with her nakedness,
and her required obedience to the 'inexperienced explorations and directions'
of the youngsters. There didn't seem to be any limitations to what they could
require her to do, or allow them to do to her. Other than not injuring her.
I was going to bring some back here, then thought that might not be a good
idea, in case someone saw. They'd wonder why we were interested in that 'odd'
stuff.  Mmmmm Mike.... mmmmmm ah gimmme that odd stuff...."

Eve: "Odd stuff.... You should have heard some of the things the nuns... you
know I wanted to try masked hypnosis on some of the Sisters? Well, I had a
very productive day too. Like I suspected, these religious types seem to be
very easy to nudge into a trance. No resistance to plausible suggestion at
all, so far as I could see. Construct some idea group that was even barely
consistent with their existing meme-set, and they'd suck it up like sponges.
Based on today's small sample, I'd say that religion _is_ a strong indicator
of gulibility. Ah, what fun, like playing with live dolls. Over the day, I
got four of them to come and 'talk' with me about the school. I said I wanted
to discuss how the students coped with their first experiences of a
boarding school - and emotional problems, how the school managed that, and
stuff. Not one of them took more than half an hour to get completely under-
and boy do they go under deep! I could have had them fucking dogs, if I'd
wanted. But instead I just had them tell me their vital details- were they
virgins, how often did they feel horny, what did they do about it.... 
I wrote it all down.
Very interesting too. You know one of those saintly Sisters was a call girl
till she joined the Order a few years ago? No virgin, thats for sure. Not
very chaste, either. She says that she managed to keep her fingers out of 
herself for the first year, but then started having erotic dreams about her
pupils as the abstinence began to bite hard. So she decided to allow herself
one cum a week, for relief. That worked for a while, then the dreams started
to come back. So she upped the cums to twice a week. Same thing.
Now she's up to five times a week, and using a vibrator, but she still has
dreams and fantasies about the students sometimes. Pretty hard-core bondage
fantasies, by her description. With her as the submissive! Anyway, I planted
the usual triggers, and eased her back with the standard 'you remember
nothing of this' safeties."

Tony: "Did you do anything besides talk to them? Bet you did..."

Eve: "Well.. not really. I had them lying back on a couch, and did a quick
'dress up, knickers down, now your knees are falling open wide all by
themselves' sequence on each one as soon as I had them deep under. Next I
gave them a suggestion they were becoming very aroused, but could do nothing
about it now. I left that in place while I went through the questions and
post-hypnotic trigger planting. So they had about an hour each to work up
a well swollen twat. I took close-up pictures of their cunts, before and
after turn-on. And had a quick finger up, for good luck before having them
get decent again."

Garth: "So they'd have been dripping by the time you brought them back. How
did you set them up to ignore that?"

Eve: "Quite the opposite. I had them thinking they'd been having naughty
thoughts while I 'interviewed' them, and talked about the sexual behavioural
problems some of the girls may have. So they'd feel guilty, and blame 
themselves for the feelings. God it was fun watching them find themselves
in the middle of a pleasant little chat, sipping a cup of tea, with a red
hot burning cunt and nothing to blame it on but their own vivid imagination."

Mike: "So, no more splendid sexual freaks, I suppose?"

Eve: "No, just four very nice, juicy and rosy twats. All of them puffed up
very sexily, and the ex-call girl had one of those super-neat, button-hole
style slits, but otherwise.... At least they all have some useful responses
built in now. Just say the magic words! I gave them the 'get horny now!',
the 'instant cum', and 'slow burn' inactives, with the same trigger phrases
as usual. Plus a 'random attacks of severe horniness at any time' active
instruction. Left their existing inhibitions and taboos alone. So it'll be
interesting to see how they deal with their new desires."

Tony: "Indeedy! Do we have cameras in their rooms now, David and Mike?"
David: "Dunno. Did you get their room numbers Eve?"
Eve: "Yes... hang on.. Here they are. The call girl is the second one."

Tony: "Shall we switch around, and see what we've got now? Alina doesn't
seem to be coming back, and we've seen enough of Amber lying tied up there."

There is enthusiastic assent, and Tony starts running through the list of
new camera numbers from today's installation binge. There are a lot of them.
Its not long till the evening meal, and dorms and shower rooms are filled
with playing and chatting young girls, changing to their evening clothes.
It is a true feast. Literally hundreds of lithe, nubile young bodies, in
various stages of undress. And several scenes that are worthy of the Cunatus
XXX files: a naked, dripping girl fresh out of her shower, baled up in a
corner of the dressing room by a group of dressed girls, refusing to let
her have her clothes 'until she promises'. The Cresters watch for a minute,
but despite the victim's animated protestations, and the increasingly 
insistent demands of the group, the nature of the promise remains a mystery.
Impatient, the Cresters switch past. Another dorm, all normal. Another.
Then 
Then there are the Sister's rooms that have cameras now. Not so many of
these, but by chance all four of Eve's interviewees have come up in the
list. They check out each of these carefully.