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 ï>¿School For Girls byValerieK51Â(C)

   School For Girls Ch.  01

   Sweating.  Panting.  Lying on my bed.  Nude.  Legs akimbo.  Fingers in
my pussy.  Rubbing.  Reading.  Literotica.  On my Nokia Lumia 920,
positioned just inches from my riveted eyes.  A fucking kick ass story.  It
had me on the boil.  A private school.  A strip search.  Spanking. 
Humiliation.  Discipline.  Cavity searches.  Uniform.  Fuck.  Yes.

   "Yes.  Oh God ...  ngggghhhhh!" So hot.  Oh.  Yes.  "Ohhhhhh!" I came.
Again.  Three times in one story.  The hottest fucking story I'd read in my
life.

   God, how I wanted to go to that school.  God, how I wanted to have
everything be out of my control, be at the mercy of the staff.  If only
such a place existed.

   Exhausted and so heavenly happy, I scrolled down to the comments.  It
seemed I was not the only one.  Comment after comment expressing the same
wish. I would love to go to that school.  Where is it?  Sign me
up. Dozens of them.  Literally, dozens upon dozens upon dozens of
them. Sign me up, sir.

   Many of the comments were from Anonymous.  An avid reader of Literotica,
I also liked to dabble in writing the odd story or two, so I had my own
user name and in a state of jubilant bliss, I punched out a comment.  My
fingers stained with pussy juice smeared the screen.  I unloaded all my
feelings of that moment, expressing thanks and heartfelt gratitude for an
incredible series of orgasms.

   As I read back my comments, I had a feeling of trepidation come over me.
I'd gotten a bit too graphic, a bit too appreciative, a bit too ... 
begging in nature.  Needy.  I had second thoughts.  Once I hit submit, it
would be out of my hands.  I wouldn't be able to take it back, I'd be at
the mercy of the author.

   And then I saw it.  Feedback.

   I'd had a bit of feedback on some of my stories.  I found that people
were a little more open and forthcoming in feedback than they were in the
comments section.  Could I?

   I copied my text from the comments section and pasted it into the
feedback box and added my email as well.  I just wanted to tell this writer
they had fucking blown me away.  Send.  I switched off my phone and lay
back on my bed, still sweating, my covers off to one side, my inner thighs
sticky with drying vaginal lubricant.  I traced my fingers over my nipples
as I lay there in the dark with my eyes shut and drifted off to sleep.

   I woke next morning, half under my covers, half out.  I just managed to
catch the fleeing memory of one of my dreams before I came fully to.  Ah,
good dreams.  Then I remembered the story of the night before that no doubt
led me to have such a dream.  Blissful.  In school, in uniform, being
spanked in class with my bottom on display for all the students to see. 
The hard cock of the teacher pressed into my mound as I bent over him.

   I smiled and got out of bed, replacing the covers I found my phone in
the bed with me.  I picked it up and stepped into the bathroom, naked.  I
sat down on the toilet and with one hand, spread my lips apart and began to
pee a strong steady stream into the bowl beneath.

   With my other hand, I switched on my Lumia.  My morning routine, I'd
check my twitter, see if those celebs I followed had said anything new
overnight; check the status of my Literotica stories, see if I'd had any
more comments.  Then I'd check my news app for today's stories.  And I'd do
all this while squeezing out a poop or two.  And that's when I noticed I
had an email.

   I seldom had emails.  I just didn't have friends.  My life was mostly in
my head, a typical evening had me masturbating to my wild fantasies,
friends just didn't figure in my life.

   I opened the app and was slightly confused.  I didn't recognise the
sender's name.  I had like four contacts in my address book and one of
those was amazon.  This one, I simply did not recognise and thought for a
moment I could have fallen victim at long last to some spam.

   My God, it was the Lit guy, the one who wrote the story.

   Dear Charlotte,

   I'm glad you enjoyed my story and I'm thrilled it was able to give you
so many orgasms.

   I felt the blush warm my cheeks as I sat naked on my toilet and tried to
recall what I had actually said.  Did I really tell some stranger about the
intensity of my orgasms last night?  Oh God, I think I did.

   I read on.

   Many who read my story had the same reaction as you.  They wanted to
know if such a school exists.  Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it
doesn't.

   At least, it doesn't at the moment.

   I've had over five hundred feedbacks on this story and I can tell you
that the vast majority are just like yours.  There seems to be a deep
desire to really experience such a place.

   I write stories for my own pleasure.  I like to explore my fantasies. 
And I see that you are a writer, here on Literotica, too.  You have a kinky
mind.  I'm impressed.  And I note that you are in Britain too.  A lot of
the people I've had feedback from are in the States, but many are local. 
And like you, they have all expressed interest in attending such a school
...  as a sort of fantasy retreat.

   So that brings me to this next bit.  I'm actually quite wealthy. 
Inherited wealth.  I own an eight bedroom house in the country, just
outside of Windsor.  Datchet.  It's on the river, all very scenic and quite
private.

   And I guess it has led me to think, why not?

   It's still early days, I would have to make some modifications to the
house decor, purchase some ...  shall we say, instruments of pleasure.  And
uniforms, of course.  I was just wondering if you would really be
interested, if such a school were to come into existence?

   So I guess this is a fact finding mission at present.  Over the next few
days, I'm going to send out some emails to those of you who are in Britain
and see if we can't get a small group of you together for some kinky
humiliation.

   If you are interested, drop me a line.  My email is ######@gmail.com and
my name is Louis.  I'm 28 years old, twelve and a half stone, six feet
tall. I'm single, clean and healthy and I have no convictions unless you
count a parking ticket.  Bloody vermin!

   So, that's it Charlotte.  Let me know what you think, or ...  don't. 
It's really up to you, no pressure.  I won't contact you again unless I
hear from you first.  If you want to know what I look like, there's a
rather embarrassing video of me on youtube.  You just have to search for 
-" Louis gets knocked off his skateboard by angry granny.  I'm the guy on
the floor getting kicked while my pals stand around laughing.

   Look forward to hearing from you, Charlotte.

   Well.  I was not expecting that.  I smiled and switched off my phone,
putting it down on the rug under my feet as I wiped, front first, then
back. I turned to wash my hands and face in the sink, cleaning under my
nails, then my teeth.  I stepped into the shower and began to clean off the
remnants of last night's orgasms from my lithe body.

   I'm quite athletic, toned, tanned and tall.  I can do the splits,
sideways and forwards.  And I'm 31 years old.  Single, no kids, no man to
speak of, no friends of any sort really.  I work from home, computer tech
support.  I love to run.  On average, weather permitting, I get in about
fifteen miles a day.  I'm always running, I run everywhere, even in my
dreams I run.  I run all over town.  And I love it.  The only thing that
gives me greater pleasure than running is sex.

   And sex comes almost exclusively from my own two hands, eight fingers,
two thumbs and an incredible pink plastic thingie, known simply as Dick. 
Dick is eight inches in length and six in girth.  He doesn't vibrate, but
he does fill me, he knows my vagina better than anyone and he's never far
away when I need him.

   I did actually lose him a few months ago and my heart practically
stopped.  I turned my flat upside down looking for him before remembering
what Dick and I got up to in my car the night before.  Silly Dick, he was
hiding in the passenger footwell!

   My thoughts of course strayed to this strange offer I'd received by
email, just minutes ago.  The shower head, made by Harrison & Wilkes Bath
Company, henceforth known simply as Harry  -" was doing his thing between
my legs.  The great thing about my job, it was flexitime.  I could pretty
much start when I wanted and stop when I wanted.  So I had no qualms about
letting Harry have his wicked way with me in the shower while I thought
about this Louis and his offer to 'school' me.

   As Harry licked at my labia and applied pressure to my throbbing clit, I
couldn't help but picture elements from Louis' story.  Oh, if only, I
thought.  I meant what I said, I would love to be forced into such a
school, against my will, perhaps by a mean spirited step-father who
secretly wanted to sleep with me.  Oh, the thrill of the fantasy.

   The reality however?  Don't be ridiculous, I would never do such a
thing. The guy could be a psychopath.  Some random guy on the internet.  I
only had his word for anything.  A pervert with a criminal record as long
as your arm wasn't likely to be up front about it, were they?

   But then ...

   As I turned Harry's head to jet and let him find his way inside me, a
wave shot over my stomach and thighs.  I felt it reach through to my
backside and then grow steadily up my lower back, further up my stomach, my
breasts were now tingling, my thighs shaking involuntarily.

   "Oh Harry," I groaned.  My left hand found my nipples and I clamped
Harry tightly between my thighs and pictured myself being forcibly stripped
in front of those others he was sending the email to.  How would they
respond?  Would any of them take him up on his offer?

   "Harry, yes, oh yes baby, right there, that's the spot."

   I held my legs rigid and tight together all the way to my knees.  I had
to press my hands to opposite sides of the shower to steady myself.  I was
positively humming.

   "Louis.  Oh.  Yes.  Louis.  Louis ..."

   Oh my God.  Did I just say Louis?  My orgasm shot through my whole body,
not a part of me remained untouched by it.  It swept me nearly off my feet.

   I put my hand between Harry and my pussy.  "That's enough for today
Harry.  Thank you Babe.  I love you."

   I stepped out of the shower and dried myself, then sat down on the
toilet and read the email again.

   My one thought, the single redeeming factor in all of this  -" the other
women.  Safety in numbers.  He wanted to put together a small group.  Of
course, there was no way I could do it if it was just me.  For starters it
wouldn't be anywhere near as thrilling, but second of all, if there was to
be a bunch of us, what could possibly go wrong?  We'd be safe, right?

   I jogged to the newsagent about a quarter mile away, jogged back, it
took me five minutes.  I had a newspaper, a loaf of bread and a pint of
milk.  I made breakfast then went to work at my desk.

   As I looked out the window, speaking to some clueless idiot in
Sheffield, all I could think about was the opportunity.  How often did a
dream offer like this come my way?  Then I thought, what if he gets lots of
replies, he was only thinking of taking on a small group, what if so many
people replied that I wouldn't even get in?

   "I'm sorry?  What?" I listened to Sheffield.  "Sir, if you press the
Windows key, it's just to the left of the space bar, then, while you're
holding it, press the letter I.  At the bottom right, it says 'change PC
settings'.  Could you click on that?"

   I waited.

   "Sir?  Yes, you can do it that way too.  This is just a shortcut.  It's
faster than hovering in the bottom right hand corner of the screen.  Sir?
Yes, well, you can do that if you prefer.  Okay."

   What an idiot.  Talk about anal.

   "Yes, it's called the charms bar.  You can also bring it up by pressing
Windows and the letter C.  Yes sir.  The icon that looks like a cog.  When
you hover over it, the word settings appears.  Yes, that gets you to the
same place as Windows-I does."

   Can you believe this jerk?  He even wanted me to go back and explain the
shortcuts again so he could write them all down.

   "Okay, on the left hand side, eight lines down, it says devices.  You're
going to want to click that, then on the right hand side, click 'add a
device' and wait while it searches."

   Oh boy, this was going to take a while.  Not to worry, I had another
friend at my desk.  Tom.

   I was dressed in a lightweight skirt and a white T shirt.  I hadn't
bothered with underwear because I had been so worked up this morning and
working from home and not expecting visitors, who would know or even care?

   As I listened to this numbnuts on the phone and talked him through his
setup, I let Tom find my opening.  I should probably introduce you to Tom.
Tom is a little transparent red, tomato-shaped vacuum pump that I attach to
my pussy, then squeeze the rubber teat at the end of a short length of
tubing and let nature take its course.

   By the end of my phonecall, Tom had my clit blown up like a mini penis.
I released Tom and let my fingers flick over my swollen clit, alternately
rubbing my aching labia, dipping a finger into my slot, all the while
thinking ...  of Louis' school.

   I reached across my desk for my Lumia and wrote an email reply,
chickened out and saved it to drafts.

   I took my next caller, while still fiddling my clit.  My breathing must
have gotten a little bit heavy, because my caller asked me if I was
alright, so I backed off a little bit while I helped him get to grips with
booting Windows XP inside of Hyper-V terminal.

   I'm a bit of a geek as well, did I mention that?  I'm really into
Minecraft at the moment, even though its graphics look like they were
written for a Commodore 64.  Who remembers Yie Ar Kung-Fu?  My brother had
it.  He was ten at the time, I was just three or four, but he used to let
me play it with him.  I could beat him too!

   All afternoon, between calls, I kept going back and forth between my
laptop and my Lumia.  Could I just press send?  Even if I did, it wasn't
like I was obliged or anything.  It was just expressing a casual interest,
until I came to my senses and forgot all about this whole ludicrous thing.
Surely?  Oh, fuck it!  Send.  There.  Don't be such a scaredy-cat.

   A few hours later, my work day done, I sat on my couch in front of the
TV set.  Normally by this time, I would be naked somewhere around my flat,
with one of my 'friends' giving me a good seeing to.  The truth of the
matter was, I'd cum so many times today already, I just had no energy.

   I flicked through the channels and found nothing that took my fancy.  I
didn't know why I had a TV set anymore anyway, there was never anything on.
I looked at the cordless phone on the coffee table.  I don't know why I had
one of those either.  It never rang.  Nobody ever called me on it.  I could
get by on just my Lumia and the work line.  The home phone was superfluous
to my needs.  Calling for a take away pizza every Friday night, that was
about it.

   Not that I ever rang anybody on my mobile either.  I just used it to
surf the net, read porn and play music.

   And that was my life.  Work, run, masturbate, play video games and eat
pizza on Friday night and cold leftovers for breakfast on Saturdays.  I had
very little else in my life, except for my erotic stories.

   I didn't write them all that often.  I didn't want to churn out crap, I
would rather wait for something to grab me and carry me away to fantasy
land before I wrote anything down.

   And then I thought of Louis.  If I did do it, go away to his school,
just think of the ideas I would have for stories to write then.  Oh God, I
wanted it and I didn't want it all at the same time.  Reason and logic,
fear and trepidation.  And then there was the exquisite fantasy.  How could
something so insane overpower all my sensibilities and make me actually
want to do it?  Even sat there, absolutely knackered, just the thought of
it was making me wet again.

   I still didn't have any panties on, so I lifted my skirt and looked at
my pussy.  Thick, luxurious brown hair, not trimmed at all.  It was really
rather wild, but I just loved my bush.  I found it so feminine  -" to have
that thatch and nothing dangling from it.  No penis of my own, just hair. I
let my fingers run through it and just find the right places.  I loved the
softness of the whole area.  Succulence, juicyness, squidgyness.  And then
those special spots with something going on just beneath the surface.

   When I was a girl, I used to rub up against things.  For my brother's
thirteenth birthday, my parents got him a dog, Duster.  It wasn't long
before Duster picked up a few bad habits, rubbing himself on furniture and
people's legs.  The trouble was, he was teaching me his tricks and I
learned the pleasure I could have, as a six year old girl, just by copying
the dog.

   Duster went to a good home shortly thereafter and my parents disciplined
me, a lot.  Until I learned to behave properly anyway.

   The other girls always made fun of me in school because I was so
athletic.  I was the fastest girl in school.  Believe me, that's not a
popular title.  Not even with the boys  -" they didn't like being beaten by
a girl at track events or cross country.  So I was not a popular person and
didn't have many friends.  Those that I did, gradually went their own ways,
off to uni, settling down, having families.

   I didn't have any of that.  I fell out with my Mum and Dad in my
twenties.  A big difference of opinion.  They just never could take my side
on anything.  It pained them too much to think that I could ever make my
own decisions.  So we stopped talking years ago.  I still send them
Christmas and birthday cards, but that's about it.  Any further
communication between us usually goes via my brother.

   He's in the army, stationed all around the world.  We're not even close
anymore.  He took my parents side one too many times.  So there's just me 
-" and my 'friends'  -" Tom, Dick and Harry.

   Ping!

   That was my email.

   Looking at my Lumia, I had a reply from Louis.  A shorter one this time,
but basically saying great.  He'd be in touch.  I took that opportunity to
look up his video on youtube.  He seemed harmless enough.  He was even kind
of cute, in a dishevelled pretty boy sort of way.

   Over the next few weeks, I had four or five emails from Louis, asking
little questions, my measurements, dates when I could be free over the next
few months, questions about family and arrangements I would have to make,
if I had children that would need taking care of, that sort of thing.

   I still wasn't decided or fully committed, but at least I was in the
running if it actually came about.  He answered a lot of my questions too,
put my mind at ease when he said he wouldn't run a class unless he could
get twelve women to participate.

   I asked him how many were interested, like me.  A hundred and eight, he
said.  Fuck me.  But as I was one of the first to reply, I had dibs on
being in the first ever class.

   A few weeks later and it was time to make a decision once and for all.
YES.  I'm in.

   The whole thing thrilled me and as the date approached, I could barely
keep my hands off myself.  I was really sexed up, living in a perpetual
state of arousal, horniness bubbling over at every moment.

   And then it was one day away.  I went to bed, knowing that it would be
my last night in my own bed for a whole week.  I'd made arrangements to
have the week off from my job, I'd given the house a good clean, left the
dishwasher open  -" because for some reason it smells when it's left closed
for a week with nothing in it.

   I'd gone through the whole week's TV guide and found only two programs
to record.  I'd packed a bag, minimal clothes, they wouldn't be needed, but
I needed my toiletries and make up.  I was just glad I'd got my period over
with a week ago.  I didn't want that spoiling my enjoyment.

   I lay there in bed, just going over things in my mind.  Was there
anything else I had to do?  Not that I could think of.  I had told Shirley,
my boss, I was going to have a week off.  I didn't tell her where I was
going or what I was going to be doing because for one, it wasn't the sort
of thing I could just tell her and for two, we're not that close anyway. 
She's just my boss.



   I'd made mention of where I was going, only to Tom, Dick and Harry.  My
true friends.  Nobody else needed to know.  And I would be too embarrassed
to tell a real person anyway.

   Next day I woke up, checked I had everything, checked my tickets and
checked the windows, then locked up my flat and hopped on a bus to the
train station.  A couple hours later, I was in London.  I had to make my
way to Waterloo to catch an overland train out to Windsor, passing through
Datchet on the way.  It took just under an hour.

   I'd asked Louis why Windsor and not Datchet.  He'd come up with a fairly
reasonable answer.  People would be arriving at different times and there
was quite simply more to do in Windsor than sleepy Datchet.  He wanted
everyone to arrive at the 'school' at the same time for the initiation, so
it was better to hang around in Windsor for a few hours while everyone got
there.

   There was the river to sit by, Windsor Castle, where the Queen sometimes
lived  -" if the flag was flying.  There was a fairly decent shopping
centre, plenty of places to get a meal or a snack or a cup of coffee and it
was fairly touristy too.  Datchet on the other hand, had a cricket pitch, a
bowling green and a few ducks.

   "Excuse me, oh, I'm sorry.  Here, let me get that for you."

   I'd bumped into a blonde woman carrying a heavy backpack and knocked her
sealed packet of sandwiches out of her hand when I turned abruptly to reach
for a Coke in WHSmiths.

   "Thank you."

   "On holidays?" I asked.

   "Yeah, just for a week."

   "Oh, me too," I said.  "I'm Charlotte."

   "That's a lovely name.  I'm Daffodil."

   "No way!  Really?"

   "Yeah, my friends call me Daffy."

   "That is so cool.  Can I call you Daffy?"

   "I'd love it if you did Charlotte."

   "So where you staying?"

   "Not sure, I haven't been there yet.  It's in Datchet."

   My heart leapt into my mouth.  "You're not ...  um ...  do you know a
Louis by any chance?"

   "Fuck!  You too?"

   "Yeah.  I guess we're going to be bunkmates!"

   Her eyes lit up and she smiled the most beautiful smile.

   We hung out together for a few hours getting to know all about one
another.  I think I just made the first real friend I'd made in years.  And
I just knew, that when all of this was over, we were going to be the best
of friends.

   Daffy was really pretty.  Two years older than me, but about six inches
shorter at 5'2".  She had a petite frame but a big chest.  Not huge.  It
was proportional, but still quite impressive, especially when compared to
my own moderate B cup.  She had to be a D, at least, even though she was
probably only a 30D.  I was a 34B.

   And I was going to get to see her naked and she was going to see me
naked and just the thought of it and what was to come had me salivating and
frothing at my pussy.

   I may have been nervous when I got off the train and I still had
butterflies now, but I had a feeling of excitement too.  Roll on three
o'clock, the time we were to meet down by Eton Bridge.

   It became obvious a little before three, who we all were.  A gang of us,
twelve women in total, ages ranging between 20 and 40 at a guess, all with
luggage, wandering aimlessly around waiting for someone.

   We'd all looked at one another and had pretty much guessed we were all
in the same group, but none of us had actually come right out and said it.
I mean, Daffy and I knew, but most of the women there were incredibly
nervous and I was no exception.

   At three, on the dot, a minibus pulled up and a man got out.  He walked
toward us, past Christopher Wren's place with its little blue plaque.

   "Ladies ...  I'm Louis.  If any of you know what that means, come with
me."

   The twelve of us all followed Louis to the minibus waiting thirty yards
away.  A ten minute drive and we arrived at his house in Datchet.  We were
unbundled from the minibus and stood waiting in the grounds of this
beautiful house.  It had three storeys and was completely surrounded by
tall trees and hedges.  The gate we had driven through was electrically
operated and Louis led us all around the side of the house to the garden,
which overlooked the river.  What a beautiful setting.  It made me so
grateful that I had plucked up the courage to go through with this.  Even
Louis seemed nice, he told us all jokes as he drove us to his house.

   We sat at tables in the garden, in the shade, taking in the aroma of
freshly cut grass, sipping champagne and nibbling on strawberries.  Then
Louis, who seemed to be the only other person present, came and handed a
sheet of paper and a pen to everyone here.

   "Ladies, I need your attention for one minute.  The papers I have handed
you are your consent forms.  They basically say that you have agreed to be
resident at this school for one week, during which time you may be
punished, but no lasting physical harm will come to you during that time.

   "It's also a non disclosure agreement, stating that you will not mention
your stay here or the location or anything that goes on.  Basically in
public, you know.  Just don't want to end up on the internet, I have
neighbours and I don't really want it coming to their attention what we're
going to be getting up to here.  If I upset them now, then there probably
won't be any other classes, so it would spoil it for any future groups. 
You understand, I'm sure.

   "So anyway, you'll just need to sign and date the form.  I'm going to
come around you all individually and ask you each for a safe word.  A word
that, if things get too heated, you can say and we'll dial it back a
little. Most of all ladies, I want you to remember to have fun.  This is
all about having some fun this week.  So what do you say?  Are you excited
yet?"

   "Yeah!" we all shouted, the champagne loosening us up somewhat.

   I gave Louis my safe word.  I chose marzipan, as I hated the stuff. 
Daffy had chosen chrysanthemum for some reason, maybe because it was
another flower, I didn't know, I didn't ask.

   And then we were led inside and the doors to the garden slammed shut
behind us and were locked.  Two hulking great men folded their arms and
stood between us and the doors.  Each one was more than six feet tall, one
had a shaved head, the other long, flowing hair.  They were dressed all in
black and were two of the beefiest men I'd ever seen up this close.

   "Ladies ...  meet security.  Security, meet ladies."

   "Hiya!" we said and gave them a little wave.  They remained focused and
didn't even acknowledge us.

   "Okay.  You've each given me a safe word.  I want you all to know now,
you're not allowed to use them.  That's the first rule.  No safe words.  If
you try to safe word out of any punishment you may receive, your punishment
will be doubled.  You're not here to dictate terms to us, you are here
because you are stupid little bitches.  That's why you have been sent to us
by your parents ...  to be disciplined.  You will all learn to do exactly
as you are told.  Or else.  Is that understood?"

   I nodded and out of the corner of my eye, became aware that others were
nodding too.

   "Right, now that that's all out of the way, I want you all to line up in
an orderly fashion."

   My heart was pounding in my chest.  I'm not sure I liked this idea, so
why was it making me so freaking horny?  I lined up and was actually third
in the line with Daffy behind me.

   "Okay.  Ladies, what's beyond these doors is the school.  This is just
the reception area.  We need to make sure you aren't trying to smuggle any
contraband into the school, so we will need to search you and your bags for
items which are not permitted.  No jewellery, no mobile phones, computers,
alcohol, cigarettes, matches, lighters, knives, nail files, etcetera,
etcetera.  And no clothes.  You'll each have to strip naked and be searched
before you can be given your school uniform.  Do you understand?"

   There was stunned silence.  Just what did we think we had all signed up
for?  We'd all read his story.  We knew what to expect.  We'd all been
turned on by it, by the humiliation, by the cavity searches and the
spankings.  It was time to start living the fantasy.

   "Name?"

   "Louisa."

   "Okay Louisa, put small items in this basket.  I'll write your name on
it.  You can have it back at the end of the week."

   We all watched on as Louisa removed her small items and placed them in
the container.

   "Okay.  Your clothes next Louisa.  If you'll start with your blouse and
your skirt."

   Louisa was virtually paralysed.  She knew all eyes were on her.  I knew
just how she felt.  I had such a fear brewing inside me, but so too a
rampant excitement wanting it to be my turn.

   "Come along.  I can call security across if you are having difficulty."

   "I ...  I ...  I'm not sure.  I ...  I don't think I can go through with
this.  I wanna use my sa...  I don't want to be here.  Can ...  can I go
home p..."

   Louis marched around to Louisa and began unbuttoning her blouse for her.

   "I ...  I ...  don't want to," she muttered, barely audible.  Tears had
formed in her eyes, glazing them over, which she tried to blink away.

   I stepped forward and put my hand on Louisa's shoulder.  "Come on now
Louisa.  You can do this.  I just know you can.  It's why we're here after
all.  I know what you're feeling.  I know you're scared, especially being
the first.  I am too.  But I just know a little while from now, you're
going to be so horny.  Come on babe, we're all in it with you, rooting for
you.  And you're going to get to watch us all do it too.  What do you say?"

   Louisa relaxed a little and took over from Louis unbuttoning her blouse.
I stepped back and looked on, so wet now between my thighs.  Oh my God,
everyone was going to see how turned on this was making me.

   Daffy reached out and took my hand from behind, whispering in my ear,
"That was so kind."

   Louisa now was folding her blouse and placed it in the provided sack. 
She unzipped her skirt and let that fall to the floor.  All eyes were on
her.  The line had splayed out so we could all get a good view.

   "Underwear."

   Louisa turned beet red and brought her hands up to cover her cheeks.

   "I ...  I don't think I can do it.  Could ...  could someone help me."

   "You there, number three, name?"

   I stepped forward.

   "Charlotte."

   "Charlotte, help Louisa out."

   I stepped behind her and rubbed my hand over the bare skin on her back,
finding my way over the fastening.  I unhooked it and raised my hands to
her shoulders to help it fall forward.  Louisa covered her breasts with her
arms.

   "Come on, don't be shy.  This is all being filmed anyway."

   What?  Where?  Who?

   "The whole house has been wired.  We want you to have something to take
away from this week, a souvenir.  Personalised videos will be made of your
stay here and put on to a disk and mailed to you within a few weeks."

   Oh.  My.  God.

   So.  Hot.

   I slipped my fingers into Louisa's panties and she was trembling now. 
"It's okay sweetheart," I whispered in her ear as I began to tug down her
knickers.

   I watched them fall over the curve of her bum and thought this is one
brave, sexy lady.  About my height, perhaps a little bit younger, not fat,
nor flabby, but not really toned either.  Her boobs were large and sagged
halfway down her body, virtually to her navel.  She had big pink areola,
but her nipples were soft, almost innies, not turned on in the least bit.

   "Good, you're shaved," said Louis.  "That takes care of that anyway. 
Step to the side now."

   Louis directed her to the other side of the table where he sat.  Louisa
was on full display to all of us, eleven other women, Louis and the two
beefcakes at the door.  I looked around to see if I could spot any cameras.
I wasn't sure, but there was a semi-circular black thing on the wall behind
Louis and another on the ceiling.  They were only a few inches in diameter.

   "Next.  Name."

   "Rosie."

   "Rosie, you know what to do."

   Rosie had a smile on her face as she boldly began to disrobe.

   "Small items first Rosie."

   "Oops!" She was a little too eager.

   She flashed Louisa a wink and for the first time, Louisa smiled, still
covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other hand.

   Louis didn't have to say anything else to Rosie.  Her kit was off within
thirty seconds of being asked and she bounced on the spot, proud of
herself.

   "Good, no pubic hair here either.  Step to the side.  Next."

   Well that was me.  Funny, I had been looking forward to it, but now that
it was my turn, I couldn't move and Daffy had to give me a little nudge
towards Louis.

   "Charlotte, correct?"

   I nodded.

   "Small items first, Charlotte."

   I had my wrist watch and my Lumia.  No other jewellery.  My purse was in
my bag and that was over the other side of the room with everyone elses.

   "Your top."

   I had on a pink T shirt and powder blue hoody.  I took them off.  My
white leather trainers were next to go and then my faded blue jeans. 
Finally my socks.  I stood in my matching pale yellow underwear.  I was
actually shaking myself.  I looked across at the other two naked women to
my side.  Rosie was holding Louisa's hand and saying things into her ear as
they watched me, both of them now smiling, although Louisa was taking some
coaxing.

   What the heck!  We were all going to end up naked soon enough anyway. 
It's why we were here, after all.  I unfastened my bra at the front and
pulled down my knickers immediately after.

   "Wow!" said Louis.  "That is some ...  forest!"

   I blushed and covered my bush with my hand, all of a sudden feeling very
insecure and hiding my breasts now too.

   "Come on, give us all a twirl."

   Oh God, really?  I did as instructed.  Looking at Daffy, seeing her eyes
pop out of her head at the sight of my bush.  Was it a mistake to keep it
so long and not trim it back, or even do as these other women had done and
shave beforehand?  As I watched all eyes on me, the ladies pretty much all
gasped and their eyes bulged.

   "Okay, come this way."

   Louis lead me to stand between the two lines and waved his hand.  The
long haired beefcake brought across a fold up table and within a moment it
was assembled.

   "Sit up on there and lie back."

   Oh my God, really?

   Again, I did as instructed.  Louis brought out a manual clippers and
began to clip away at my bush, shedding me of my pussy's protection.  It
was so cold against my skin and I could feel air reaching my labia.  After
a few minutes with my heart in my mouth, he sprayed shaving foam on me and
pulled out a razor.  He shaved me and wiped me down, getting between my
legs good, giving my opening a probe with his finger.

   "Okay, join the line."

   I placed my hand over my vulva, feeling its contours for the first time
in probably a decade, then took my place alongside Rosie and waited for
Daffy to be called.  She looked right at me, hesitant, but willing.

   "Next.  Name?"

   "Daffodil.  You can call me Daffy."

   "Are you a duck?"

   Daffy shook her head.  "No sir."

   "Then I'll call you Daffodil.  Remove your jewellery."

   Daffy had lots.  She had rings and earrings, a nose stud, tongue stud,
lots of leather bangles, a watch around her wrist, bands and sticks in her
hair keeping it up off her face in a feathered effect.  She nearly filled
the container.

   "Don't put a lid on it yet, sir.  There may be some more in a minute."
She smiled, elfin like and began to disrobe.

   Taking off her polo neck, it became evident Daffy had not been wearing a
bra.  And her titties were awesome, all that I'd hoped they would be when I
met her in Windsor a few hours earlier.  And they were pierced.

   Louis looked up at them.  Even he was impressed.  Daffy removed them, a
ring in one, a bar in the other.  And one in her navel too.  She was the
sort of girl you could expect to have tattoos, but she had none, just
flawless, silky smooth skin.  She dropped her trousers and again, was
devoid of underwear.  She was shaved and she had something dangling between
her legs.

   She turned to face me, covering her pussy with her hand, her other hand
covering her mouth as she giggled, then flashed me and the other girls,
showing off her clit piercing.  She felt around, but couldn't seem to get
it.

   "Could Charlotte help me out, sir?  It's easier to put in than take
out."

   Louis called me over and I bent down in front of Daffy.  My God, she was
beautiful.

   "You have to feel inside Charl, there's a thing to turn."

   I knelt and lifted my finger to her pussy, then reached inside her lips
as I held the piercing on the outside with my free hand.  I looked up into
her eyes and she winked at me.  I blushed, I know I did.

   I'm not gay.  I'm not.  But I'm not exactly straight either.  I would
be, if I could get a boyfriend, but I'm just so hopelessly inept in that
department, that ...  oh, who am I trying to kid?  I've had sex one time in
my life.  Not, I've had sex with only one guy, I mean, I've had sex just
the one time, not counting Dick!

   Seeing Daffy, so sexual, clearly aroused and excited by me  -" and me
with her  -" if it was a choice between not having any sex with a man or
having sex with a woman, fuck, right now, I'd go bent as a butcher's hook
and jump her bones.

   Daffy helped me up and came and stood by me.  Like Rosie had held
Louisa's hand, I had taken hold of Rosie's and now, Daffy held my hand from
the other side.  As we watched more and more women strip themselves in
front of Louis and the rest of us, they each came over to our line, joining
us and taking hold of the hand of the person next to them.

   Fortunately, after the first five of us had cleared, all the remaining
women in the line had needed to be shaved too, so I wasn't the only one,
although, mine had certainly been the most unruly, most of the women just
had a landing strip or a small triangle, or at the very least, trimmed
close to their bodies.

   Clara, eighth in line, had red hair and the most amazing fire crotch I
had ever seen.  It was bright orange, a natural red head and it was such a
shame to see it go like that.  Still, she had long, curly hair that fell
over her pale freckled breasts.  Bright blue eyes, she was beautiful.  And
if I was going to go all dyke this week, she was the second girl I wanted
to fuck, after Daffy.

   The oldest in our group was 39, the youngest 21, but most of us were
around the thirty mark, give or take a year or two.  And we were now all
naked.

   "Your bags will be searched and any items we allow you to have will be
passed on to you.  Right ladies.  You're all undressed.  What shall we do
about that?"

   We all smiled, all of us feeling the thrill now, each of us finding the
zone.  My pussy was sopping and Daffy kept moving my hand around in front
of hers so I could feel it leaking too.

   "The full medical examinations will take place tomorrow.  You will be
required to have a complete physical with the doctor.  You will be called
when it is your turn.  But first, before I can issue you with your
uniforms, I have to make sure you are not trying to smuggle anything into
the school inside of you."

   Again, Louisa was first.  We all watched her sit back on the table with
her knees apart as Louis inserted the speculum and opened up her vagina. 
He shone a light inside and invited us all to take our turns having a peek
inside.  It was a regular Annie Sprinkle moment!

   Again, I was third and everyone took their turn to have a look inside
me, something I had never even seen.  Daffy grinned as she looked up my
hole and licked her lips.  She knew just how to drive me wild and revelled
in it.  Clara peeked inside too and as I was watching her, my bum made a
noise, just a little plop.  I was mortified, but Clara smiled and put her
hand on my knee.  Fortunately, I'd never been a smelly one.

   Getting my chance to see inside Daffy and Clara was such a thrill and I
couldn't help but feel my juices between my legs as I handed the torch to
the next person in line.

   Then it was back to Louisa again.  She had to lean against a wall as
Louis put on a rubber glove and squeezed some lube onto his fingers, then
put them up Louisa's backside and prodded around in there for about thirty
seconds.

   "Next," he called out, not bothering to change his glove, he just added
a new drop of lube for Rosie.

   And then it was my turn, the very same glove that had been up Louisa and
Rosie's bums already.  It was not unpleasant.  I found the whole thing
rather sexy, especially when Louis' finger slipped out of me.  I kinda
wanted him to put it back inside me.  Then I took my place in line and
watched the glove that had just been up my bum, go up Daffy's.  That really
turned me on.  Seeing Daffy, leaning against the wall with her arms in the
air, her big D cups standing out in front of her and some of my poo now
being up Daffy's bum.  Wow!

   When all twelve of us were done and we'd had a chance to wipe off the
lube, Louis brought out our uniforms.  We had all sent our measurement to
him and he had had uniforms tailored just for us.

   "Could I have a volunteer?"

   Rosie stepped forward.  She was the gamest of the lot of us, though
Daffy was probably next.

   Rosie was about the same height as Daffy, about 5'3".  She was the
oldest in the group at 39.  She had a few scars on her body, my guess, from
caesarean births, though they were long since healed and faded.  She had a
natural womanly shape.  Big bum, wide hips, slightly flabby thighs and
arms. Big, hanging boobs, downward pointing areola, but big rubbery
nipples, deep red in colour.  She had short dark hair, brown eyes and a
winning smile.  She really was Rosie.  Rosie by name, rosie by nature.

   "Uniforms.  I want you to pay attention ladies.  I will dress Rosie and
you will follow me step by step, dressing yourselves exactly as I dress
Rosie.  There is to be no deviation.  This is the uniform and this is how
it is to be worn, at all times."

   First he pulled out the blouse.  We all reached into the little packages
we had in front of us, each with our name on.

   When I say blouse, it wasn't really a blouse.  It was white, it had a
collar, shoulders and sleeves.  And that was about it.  We watched as Louis
slipped Rosie's arms into the sleeves and positioned the collar around her
neck.  It differed from a normal blouse in that all the back and sides and
front from armpit level down, had been cut away.  There were two long white
sleeves, about six inches of material, front and back and the collar.  And
that was it.  Louis fastened the collar on Rosie's shirt and the other
button below it.  There were just the two buttons.

   We all did the same as we watched on, all of us now standing there,
still naked and shaved, though now wearing a white cut off blouse that
exposed everything.  It was so fucking kinky.  And the blouses were a
perfect fit on each of us.  I looked at Daffy and further down the line at
Clara and caught them both looking at me too.

   I wanted so desperately to put my fingers between my legs.  I could have
cum about five times already in the hour since we'd been subjected to all
this.

   A white lacy suspender belt was next.  We'd all used them before, though
in my case, not often.  Then white stockings that came up to within about
three inches of the top of our thighs and clipped into the suspender belt
via four elasticated clips on each side.  Shoes were black and polished. 
So we stood there, white collars, white suspender belt, white stockings,
black shoes, tits, ass and pussy all on display.

   Finally, out came the dress.  It was dark grey in colour, made of
tightly woven wool, very high quality, such a smooth feel.  It had seven
large buttons up the front, all the same colour as the dress.  However,
none of them opened.  Instead, there was a zip, half way up the back,
beginning at hip level.

   Louis knelt to the floor and had Rosie step into this dress, he then
lifted it up the front of her body as she slipped her arms through the
sleeveless armholes.  The dress came up to neck level, with a wide straight
cut neck in front and rounded at the back.  It was high enough to cover all
skin and the lower blouse button, but our collars and top buttons were
clear to see over the top of the dress.  Louis zipped Rosie all the way up
the back.  As we did the same, we each turned to help out our neighbour.

   "This is your uniform for the next week.  You will put it on after you
have showered each morning and you will only remove it when instructed, or
for your daily exercise class, which will be performed nude and when you go
to bed.  You will also sleep in the nude and you will not have any
coverings on your beds."

   My whole body positively tingled with anticipation.  This place was
shaping up to be everything I hoped it would be and more.

   As I looked down the line, we all appeared quite proper now, the dress
had done it's job of covering our nudity, even though the skirt length was
quite short, maybe only six inches and pleated.  It certainly went nowhere
near my knees.  I'm sure that, were I to bend over, anyone wanting to,
would see more of me than they were entitled to.

   Rosie went to rejoin the line, but Louis stopped her.

   "Ladies, just one more thing before I show you to your dormitory ..."

   He reached around to Rosie's shoulders.  On each shoulder there was
another large button.  He unfastened the first and then moved his hand to
undo the second.  Then he moved around to stand behind her and pushed the
front down on Rosie's dress.  The top half that covered her breasts fell
forward, completely exposing Rosie's boobs.  Awesome, it was a trick dress.

   Louis wasn't finished.  There was a button hole at the very bottom of
our dresses and Louis lifted Rosie's up, exposing her smooth pussy and
fastened one of the buttons halfway up Rosie's dress through that button
hole, keeping the bottom of her dress permanently raised.

   He directed us all to do the same, dropping the tops and raising the
bottoms so our boobs and pussies were fully exposed and on display for all
to see.

   "Okay ladies, stay like that and follow me."

   As I looked around, there wasn't a dry vulva in sight.  Every one of us
was slick and glossy between our legs, juices were running down mine, well
beyond my knees.  I was dripping and so was everyone else.  We followed
Louis and made our way up the stairs, twelve naughty schoolgirls, stopping
only when we reached the top floor to enter our dormitory.

   We were greeted with six bunk beds, all in the same room.  Metal framed,
each with a mattress and fitted sheet on top.  Nothing else though.  The
room was warm, so sleeping uncovered shouldn't be a problem.

   "Ladies, the school has six bathrooms.  None of the bathrooms have
doors, they have been removed from their hinges.  Three of the bathrooms
have a bath, one has a shower, one has a shower and a bath and one has
neither, only a toilet and sink.  I hope nobody is shy!"

   He laughed and some of us managed a giggle too.

   "The other bedrooms have been temporarily converted.  There is a
gymnasium, a classroom, a punishment room, as well as the usual, a kitchen,
a dining room.  There is of course the garden room that we've just come
from and I also have a few rooms of my own.  One room has been set up to
monitor you at all times.  It is locked and off limits to you.  There is
also a recreation room with a few amenities you may enjoy at your leisure.
Dinner is in one hour.  Until then, feel free to masturbate, have sex,
explore.  Ladies ..."

   And with that, he left.  I'd noticed at least six of those little black
things on walls and ceilings on our way up to the dormitory.  I guessed
each one was a camera.  There were two in the dorm room.

   "God, did he mean what he just said?" asked one of the girls, I hadn't
yet met.

   "About masturbating?  I hope so.  I'm so horny, if I don't, I'm going to
blow," replied Clara.

   "How should we do it?  Each pick a bathroom?" asked another of the
women.

   Daffy spoke up.  "You know, he said we could masturbate ...  or have sex
..."

   "God!" Clara's eyes popped open wide.  "Daffodil, you're so naughty."

   "Call me Daffy.  It's Clara, isn't it?"

   She nodded.

   "What do you think Charlotte?" Daffy turned to me with a smile on her
face.

   "Well, I do need to ...  do something down there.  But ...  I don't know
whether I could ...  you know ..."

   "Charlotte, look how you're dressed.  Look how I'm dressed.  Look at how
we are all dressed.  There's not a dry pussy in the house.  We all want to
do something, right?  Well, don't you think now is as good an opportunity
as we're ever likely to have?  It's not like any of us are going to be
broadcasting what goes on here this week."

   "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

   "Exactly Clara, spot on girl."

   Could I?  How could I?  I mean, how, actually how?  I didn't even know
how to have sex with a woman.  With a man, he sticks it in you, bounces up
and down a bit.  Three minutes later, he slumps down on you.  A minute
later, he rolls off.  A minute after that, he's out the door and you never
see him again.  So went the only sexual experience of my life anyway.  I
just didn't know the etiquette of how women did it.

   "Come on ...  girls," said Daffy.  "Live a little."

   "I'm game if you are," said Clara and with that, Daffy took Clara's hand
and led her to one of the beds.

   Damn.  I'd missed my turn.  I wanted to have sex with Daffy.  And Clara.
I was just shy about saying it out in the open.  Maybe it was for the best
anyway.  This way I would see how it was done, girl on girl, so I didn't
embarrass myself with my inexperience.

   All the women gathered around and watched Clara and Daffy begin to make
out, immediately shedding their dresses and laying down on the lower bunk
of one of the beds, wearing just their blouse, suspenders and stockings.

   Rosie had a big smile on her face and as she looked around, almost
seeking approval, she dipped her fingers into her vagina.

   Louisa came up behind Rosie and put her hands on her full breasts and
began massaging them from behind, whilst kissing her neck and watching the
action on the bed.

   Oh God, what was happening to me?

   Another of the women, knelt down alongside the bed as Clara crawled all
over Daffy.  She put her hands on Clara's backside, opening it out a
little, before plunging her finger into Clara's bottom.

   I vigorously began to massage my clit and, looking around, I could see
there wasn't one shaved pussy without something in it.  One of the women
was even sat between another woman's legs and was sucking on her clit.

   I pictured myself alternatively as Daffy pleasuring Clara, then as Clara
giving pleasure to Daffy.  And imagining what it might be like to have
another woman's finger up my bum.  The only reference point I had for that
was Louis' finger during my cavity search.

   Daffy was sucking on Clara's tongue, her big D cups pressed against
Clara's alabaster boobs, their hands roaming freely over each other's
bodies.  I could smell them, smell their sex, their odour.  God, it was
intoxicating.  As their legs battled, their juices glistened and my fingers
took on a new vigour between my legs.  One of the women was already
groaning in pleasure, it would be mere moments before I joined her.  My
eyes were half shut now, the action as much playing out in my fantasy as on
the bed.

   I could hear screaming.  Someone was having an orgasm, a wonderful
orgasm.  My eyelids heavy, stealing fleeting glimpses of the two girls I
wanted to make love to, I became aware of the other women looking at me. 
Even Clara and Daffy had stopped to look my way.  And someone was screaming
her head off.

   Oh my God.  It was me.

   My legs went into an involuntary spasm and I felt myself falling to the
floor.  Hands reached out to catch me and as I came to my senses, three
women had their bodies pressed to my own and were holding me up.

   I realised my predicament and got so embarrassed, feeling myself flush
all over, the blood rushing to my cheeks.  I looked at the girls on the
bed, but they just smiled and went back to what they were doing.

   One by one, the other women got back to their own orgasms and after a
voyeuristic few minutes where I watched every one of them insert fingers,
or have fingers inserted, into their vaginas, I decided to seize the day
and started to give one of the girls a back rub.  Then, feeling ever
braver, I let my hands drift over the small of her back, further downwards
and over the swell of her jiggling booty before my finger finally found the
natural crevice of another woman's backside.  I kissed her neck and it
occurred to me I didn't even know her name.

   My left hand found her breast and I began to play with her nipple.  My
other hand was rubbing between her cheeks.  I licked my finger and prodded
at her rear entrance.  Finding the right spot, I took my opportunity and
felt her body shake and her breath gasp as my finger went up inside her. 
As I cautiously thrust my finger in and out of her, I could feel her own
fingers rubbing furiously inside her vagina through the thin layer that
separated hers from mine.  Then I felt her orgasm come.  She pushed her bum
back towards me and began to shake on her feet.  I held on tightly to her
so she wouldn't collapse like I nearly had.

   I guess that was my first ever orgy.  It didn't matter, we felt no shame
afterwards, we were all in agreement that we needed it and that it would
never leave this room.  We went and found the bathrooms to get cleaned up,
some of us showering, some bathing, some even using the toilets in front of
an audience.

   It was at that point that I resolved to enjoy this week and do things
that I had never done before, but only dreamt of.  This week, I was going
to be a sexual person.  I was going to be a sensual woman and I was going
to awaken my female godess in front of ...  everyone.

   We all turned up for dinner properly dressed.  Louis sat at the head of
the table and we sat six to a side.  Daffy sat next to me and Clara sat
next to her.

   "So, Daffodil ...  how did you and Clara enjoy your little tango?"

   "You, you, you saw?"

   "I told you, you are being filmed constantly.  There is no privacy in
this school.  So.  The answer to my question?"

   "I think I speak for both of us when I say it was truly wonderful."

   "And how about you Charlotte?  You enjoyed watching them I gather?"

   My face must have been crimson with embarrassment.  I'd remembered
noting all the little cameras and yet, my inhibitions had completely left
me.  All I could do was nod a little with my head pointing at my lap.

   Louis went around the table, speaking to each of the women in turn,
asking probing questions about our sexual desires.  I don't know how, but,
he managed to get me to admit my attraction to both Daffodil and Clara.

   Back in the dormitory, I was able to reach up behind my back to unzip my
dress.  I dropped it on my bed as I unbuttoned my collar and the other
button, slipping out of my 'blouse'.  I hung them both on the hanger at the
end of the bed, before sitting to roll down my stockings then unhook my
suspender belt.

   Well, that was it.  I was naked.  Naked in a room with eleven other
naked girls and three spycams and no way of covering my nudity.  I climbed
up onto the top bunk, Daffy beneath me.

   "Hey."

   I looked over the side.

   "What?"

   "Come down here."

   I lay back and looked up at the ceiling.  Could this be it?  I smiled
and rolled over again.

   "Why?"

   "You know why."

   As I was on my stomach, I let my right leg drop over the side.  I let it
fall lower and felt around for Daffy's mattress below.  When my toes found
it, I hopped backwards the last twelve inches so my right foot landed on
the floor.  My bottom and most of my torso had slipped down below the upper
bunk by this point but my left foot was still on the upper mattress.  I was
in a front splits position, one foot on the floor, one above my head.

   I looked at Daffy.

   "Wow!  You are so lithe."

   "Thank you."

   I was about to bring my other leg down when Daffy told me not to move.
She put one leg either side of mine and leant forwards, giving my bare
pussy it's first ever lick with a tongue.  The thrill shot through me, it
was like nothing on earth.  I felt her hand come around to squeeze my ass
and she plunged her tongue inside me.

   "Oh my God, girls, look at this, look at Charlotte and Daffy."

   I opened my eyes and saw all the other women gather.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "God, how do you do that?  I don't think I could get one leg up there if
I tried."

   "Oh.  That.  It's nothing."

   I had long legs, natural runners legs.  I didn't do yoga, but I always
stretched properly before and after my runs. 

   I felt a hand on my breast.  It wasn't Daffy's because both of those
were on my backside.  Then another and another.  On my neck, on my back. 
They were all joining in.

   A minute later they had me off the bunk and lying on the floor.  All
eleven of them, kneeling around me, me flat on my back, hands all over me,
rummaging around, feeling their way, inside me, in my pussy, in my mouth,
lips on my nipples, tongues on my thighs, my cheeks, soft hands, even
softer tongues, someone had even sucked my toes into her mouth; they were
masturbating me.  I shut my eyes and just went with it.  It didn't take
long for my orgasm to begin, but it took almost forever for it to end.

   If this was gay, so be it, I'll be gay.  If this is what women could do
to one another, who needs a man?  Who needs three minutes as a soft warm
hole for a guy to stick his thing?  Not me sister, not me.  I was in
paradise.

   We split up into smaller groups after that, a foursome, two threesomes
and a double, each taking turns to lie on our backs and be pleasured by the
other women.  Daffy was on her back and Clara and I were seeing to her, but
we didn't neglect each other either, my lips finding my way to Clara's and
our tongues seeking each other out.  We fell asleep in each other's arms
and awoke next morning still on the floor, wrapped around each other.

   "Wakey wakey girls, rise and shine, showers first, then dress, breakfast
in the dining room, then class.  Madeleine, you're up first for your
medical, so you'll stay behind after breakfast."

   First class was English, specifically literature.  We sat at our desks
in the bedroom that had been kitted out as a classroom, while one person
was called to the front to read some erotic literature to the rest of the
class.  It was one of Louis' own stories, one that had not been published
on Literotica.

   It was so hot and it was making me so wet.  We'd been told no
masturbating in class under threat of punishment if we did.  I could hardly
hold out.

   "ROSIE!" Louis shouted.  "Come to the front now this instant."

   Rosie stood and turned to face the class.

   "Turn around and face the wall.  Bend over."

   Louis lifted the back of Rosie's dress and flipped it up over her
backside so her bottom was totally visible to all the class.  He went then
to fetch a cane and returned to Rosie.  "Count them out Rosie.  10 lashes
for you girl.  I told you, no masturbating."

   He swung the cane and Rosie jumped.  Gosh, that looked like it stung.

   "One," she muttered.

   Wack!

   "Two."

   With each strike, Rosie's ass became redder and redder, painted by criss
cross stripes.

   "Ten."

   "Very well.  Go back to your seat."

   "Yes sir."

   Rosie sat awkwardly when she sat.  That just had to smart.

   "Louisa, you take over the reading."

   With that, Madeleine came into the class.

   "Sir, the doctor would like to see Charlotte next."

   Oh God.  Me?  Really?

   "Run along Charlotte."

   Daffy rubbed my hand as I got up from my seat and Clara whispered good
luck as I walked towards the door.

   "CLARA!  No talking.  Front of the class right this instant!"

   Damn, I was going to miss that.

   A minute later, I stood outside the door that had been designated for
the medical exam.  I knocked and waited to be called in.

   "Enter."

   The 'doctor' was a youngish man, about my age, blonde hair, kind of
dashing.

   "Charlotte?"

   "Yes ...  doctor?"

   He got up and walked around behind me, immediately unzipping my dress
and holding it for me to step out of.  He put his stethoscope to his ears
and pressed the cold end to my chest.  "Okay, up on the table, feet in the
stirrups."

   I knew what was coming and my pussy, already wet from class, started to
dribble in anticipation.  The doctor pushed his speculum up inside me,
rotated it ninety degrees, opened it out and tightened the screw to fix it
in the open position.  He then looked inside with his torch.  Standing
beside me, he began to tease my nipples with his fingers, but they didn't
really need much teasing.  They were already standing to attention.

   Then he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.  It was huge, but
soft.

   "I want to measure you, so I'll need you to make me hard.  Suck my
cock."

   "Yes doctor," I said.

   I'd never in my life sucked one before, but I'd already decided, this
week, nothing was off limits.

   It was so soft, so unbelievably soft, it was beautiful.  It didn't stay
soft for long though and I became aware, when he popped out of me that he
had markings all up the length of his penis.  As best I could tell, they
were centimetre markings.  Every five markings was a number  -" 5, 10, 15,
20 and the final one  -" 25.  25 cm?  10 inches.  And there were a further
two lines beyond the 25 mark.

   "Okay Charlotte, I can see you are wet down there.  I'm just going to
remove the speculum and begin taking measurements.  But before I do that,
I'm just going to put this over your head.  I don't want you to panic,
you'll be able to breath, it will just be a little strange and restrictive
at first."

   He put a plastic bag over my head and sealed it with tape around my
neck. He was right, I could breathe, aided through a small hole somewhere
in the bag.

   "Okay, if you'll just lean over the table, I'm going to take my first
measurement."

   I felt his cock enter me, right up to my hilt.  Then exit.

   "That's very good Charlotte.  14cm.  And tight too.  I take it you are
not sexually active?"

   "How did you know that?" came my muffled response.

   "My file indicates you are 31 years old.  A woman of your age who is
sexually active, is much looser down there, both in terms of opening and
depth.  Most women are typically only about 10 to 12 centimetres deep prior
to arousal.  When they become aroused, the vagina secretes a fluid and the
inner muscles relax in readiness to accept a penis, growing typically to
between 15 and 20 centimetres.  With deep penetration, this grows further
to allow almost any size of penis.  Of course, not many men are as large as
me and I can't go deeper than 14 with you.  That indicates to me that you
are very inexperienced at penetrative intercourse Charlotte."

   I felt his finger press against my backside next and something wet and
slippery being rubbed around.  Before I could catch my breath, he was
pushing into me again.

   Oh my God, he was filling me.  I could hardly breath, I thought I could
feel him in my stomach.  He pushed hard against me and I whimpered.  He
pulled out.

   "Eleven centimetres Charlotte.  And incredibly tight.  I'm going to
prescribe you an anal plug to wear for the rest of the day.  Don't worry,
it won't be unpleasant.  It vibrates at random intervals.  Okay, you can
turn and face me now."

   I turned and through the plastic bag, saw his penis sheathed in a
condom. He took it off and flung it in the trash then packed his penis back
in his trousers.

   "One final thing Charlotte ...  your enema."

   Flat on my back and spread-eagled, my arms wrapped around my thighs to
hold them in place, a tube up my bottom, warm water squeezed into my
cavity, the filling, the tightness, the desperate need to go, the
photographs taken, then the inevitable release.

   I felt thoroughly used, but in a good way.  I was naked in front of all
these strangers and loving it.  It was a million miles away from my real
life and I didn't know how I was going to cope away from it, not having it
in my life anymore.  I was addicted to it, to the kinkiness of it all.  Who
could I possibly engage with in the outside world, the way I did in here?
How would I even find an accomplice?

   I even had the thought, would they let me stay?  What if I begged? 
There was nothing out there for me, not now, not ever again.  Did I really
expect to go back to Tom, Dick and Harry to get my kicks?

   Twenty minutes later I found myself back in class with instructions to
send Rosie for her medical.

   Daffy asked me what it was like and in turning to answer her, Louis
called me to the front of class.

   "No ...  talking."

   Louis unbuttoned the top of my dress to release the flap and exposed my
breasts.  He clamped a peg on each of my nipples and did the buttons up
again, sending me back to my seat.  Just as I sat down, my anal plug
started to vibrate and made me squeal in shock.

   "CHARLOTTE!  Front of the class, now."

   I made my way back to the front, this time he lifted the front of my
skirt and buttoned it further up my dress so my pussy was exposed to the
class.  He walked to the corner of the room and returned with some kind of
a whip or a swatch or something that had rope like knotted tails.  He began
flicking it up between my legs and with each lash, a shiver ran through my
taint.  This coupled with the exquisite feelings I was already getting from
the still vibrating butt plug and the pressure of the clamps on my nipples,
made me sing out with joy.  "More."

   Louis obliged and before he could finish his punishment, he had my legs
quivering with delight as I orgasmed in front of the class.  Oh, the
stories I would have to write on returning home.

   Throughout the morning, we listened to erotica being read to us, most of
us having turns to be punished for one minor infraction or another.  By
lunch time, six of us had had our medicals and we sat at the table as Louis
asked us how we were enjoying things thus far.

   After lunch, we had gym.  Gym was to be done naked, so we all had to
strip.  Again, the medicals resumed so one person at a time was absent.

   First off, we all had to go outside, nude, for our run.  We ran circuits
around the house.  I've never seen so many boobs and bums jiggling all at
once.  Of course, it went without saying that I was the best.  I loved to
run and on average I lapped the pack on every third circuit.  I would run
four to their three.  I didn't even break a sweat.  I would even turn as I
passed them and run backwards so I could see a gaggle of hot sweaty bodies
bouncing up and down.

   After twenty laps I was told to stop and wait for the others to finish.
Then it was jumping jacks, squat thrusts, press ups and sit ups.  The other
women just weren't in my league when it came to exercise.  But I sure did
love every moment of it, particularly the sit ups which we did in pairs,
one person holding the other ones feet, giving them a grand old view
between their legs.

   Wheelbarrows, handstands.  It was all awesome and so unbelievably sexy
in the nude.  Then we went and used the bathrooms to shower or bath.

   Final lesson of the day was a fashion show. 

   Split into two groups of six, Clara, Rosie, Louisa, myself and two
others were first group.  We went into a dressing room and were greeted by
all manner of costumes to try on.  All kinds of things.  I scanned the rack
and selected my outfit.  Having had fifteen minutes to prepare, we were led
to a stage, with a dividing curtain.  Sat the other side, the other six
girls, Louis, the doctor and the beefcakes.

   Clara was first out.  She had on a 1950s nurse's uniform, white blouse
buttoned tight to the neck, blue and white pinstripe dress, white hat with
a red cross and a navy blue cape.  She walked out on stage to lots of cat
calls and wolf whistles from the other girls.  The five of us were able to
see from the side of the stage.

   Clara walked to the front of the stage and gave them a little twirl,
then untied her cape, dropping it to the stage.  She seemed to be enjoying
it, really getting into the swing of things.  The dress next, followed by
the blouse.  Underneath, she had on a shelf bra with two red hearts stuck
to her nipples, black panties as well, or supposedly  -" at first glance.
We knew otherwise.

   They were black and as Clara knelt at the front of the stage, near the
seated group, she put her hand between her legs and ripped off a merkin she
had put on.  Her panties were crotchless, but with the merkin, had given
the illusion of being standard panties.  All the women gasped, then
applauded.  Rising to her feet, Clara peeled off one of the red hearts,
exposing her pale pink nipple.  She pressed the adhesive heart to her
cheek, then peeled off the other and stuck it to her other cheek.  She gave
another quick twirl in her revealing underwear, still wearing her red cross
hat, then exited, stage left.

   Next up was Rosie.  She had selected an outfit right out of Moulin Rouge
and had a full bodice on beneath.  She was a voluptuous woman, so bouncy
and fun.  I really liked her.  She was game for anything.  Being Rosie of
course, it didn't take her long to get out of her clothes, swinging her
huge boobs around to get the tassels she had on her nipples to revolve. 
Being Rosie, she lay down at the front of the stage, totally naked and
raised her legs in the air and opened them right out, splaying them for all
to see her in all her glory.  What a gal!

   Louisa had decided to stroll out dressed as a man.  Like a Blues Brother
or a Men In Black.  Black suit and tie, white shirt and sunglasses.  She
started her performance and somebody shouted get your kecks off! Her
kecks were the tearaway variety and she willingly obliged, having loosened
up a lot since she got here.  She had on heels, next she loosened her tie
before beginning to unbutton her shirt.  When it was open all the way down,
she turned away from the audience, lifting the back of her jacket and shirt
to flash some bum, then she turned and flashed us.  She was wearing no
underwear.

   She held onto each side of her shirt and jacket and flashed one side at
a time, showing one boob with each flash, turning away she shucked the
jacket and shirt, leaving her to strut around the stage in heels, tie and
sunglasses.

   All three of the girls so far had left the stage to rapturous applause.
Next it was my turn.  Another girl and I had competed for my outfit.  In
the end, she decided to go with a police uniform, leaving the army one for
me.

   I walked out on stage and immediately Daffy yelled yeah!.  I smiled at
her and she yelled again, take it all off! I had on an olive drab
uniform, skirt, jacket, hat, shirt and tie, string of ribbons across my
chest and my hair was tied up under my hat, which was the first thing to
go, releasing my hair.  I flung the hat at Daffy and she caught it and put
it on.  I was all buttoned up nice and tight and my tie was the clip on
variety which I pulled out and dropped behind me as I stepped closer to the
edge of the stage.

   I turned away and dropped my skirt to the floor, making sure to wiggle
my bum.  I had on a G string.  Stepping in front of Daffy, I reminded her
of how flexible I was, lifting my right foot onto her shoulder and wrapped
it behind her head, pulling her face to my crotch.

   "They're edible," I whispered.  Daffy didn't need to be told twice.  She
bit into them and ripped off a chunk with her teeth, exposing me.  She took
a slurp of my slit and tore the remainder of my panties off with her hands.

   I stepped back and sat down on her lap, feeling her finger go inside me
as I unbuttoned my jacket.  I leaned forward to kiss her, then ran my hands
up my body, under my shirt to expose my breasts, then pressed them to
Daffy's face.

   Getting up and turning back to the stage, I stepped up and turned to
face the audience again, then slowly let my legs splay out to the side,
slowly sinking downwards into a splits position.  Then I began to unbutton
my army green shirt from the bottom up until pretty soon, there was only
the collar left to unbutton.  I bit my lower lip and smiled as I opened up
the shirt to expose my boobs, then let it slip back off my shoulders.

   I licked my finger teasingly and pressed it to my crotch.  My God, I was
so turned on, I was dripping.  I only intended to tease, but when my wet,
glossy finger touched my clit, a bolt of electricity shot through me and I
couldn't resist lingering there.  That was all it took.  Completely against
plan, I began to cum on stage, squirting in front of everyone, my orgasm
making my legs, spread apart by 180 degrees, twitch.

   My thighs were wobbling and my boobs were jiggling and I threw my head
back and let the waves rush over me as delight shot through my whole body.

   I only came to my senses as I walked from the stage.  But I could hear
the clapping and screaming on the other side.  Even when the next girl came
out in her police uniform, they were still cheering for me.  Catwoman,
complete with tail, brought our group's stripteases to a conclusion.

   So when the first six of us were done, we all put on an item or two of
what we had been wearing and came out on stage together.  We took our
applause and then dropped the loosely held clothing to stand there nude
together, the six of us.

   Twenty minutes later, we were the ones seated and Daffy was the first of
the second group to emerge on stage.  Or to be more precise, Sister Daffy.
She was dressed as a nun.  And it didn't take her any time at all to be
standing there nude, apart from some rosary beads around her neck and the
whole nun's headpiece system, black, white, penguin hat.  And beautiful,
big boobed Daffy.

   There may have been five more to come after her, but the only image I
saw in my mind was Sister Daffy.  There may have been an Indian Brave, a
naval officer, a catholic schoolgirl, a punk rocker and a girl in a
Manchester United kit, but all I retained was Daffy.

   We had so much fun and it lasted hours, but we had all got so sexed up
again and not been allowed to relieve ourselves (except me  -" my bad!), we
were all squirming in our seat come dinner time.  Once again, Louis didn't
disappoint, he told us to go have some fun before bed.

   The week went on and the days followed the same kind of routine, lessons
in the morning in uniform, gym in the afternoon, naked, then some kind of
fun.  The second night was pole dancing, third it was bondage, fourth body
painting, fifth toys.

   Pole dancing was hard for most of the girls, they just didn't have the
necessary core strength.  Clara and I were stars of the show, me climbing
to the top of the pole and clenching real tight so I could hang upside down
and kiss Clara, the right way up.  My pole just kept getting wetter and
wetter.

   Bondage night, Daffy excelled.  She was a natural domme, tying me up and
spanking me, getting the spot right between my ass and pussy, delivering
electric orgasms that had me losing control.

   Clara and Rosie each tied each other's boobs up, so they stuck out and
turned crimson with all the blood getting trapped in them.  Madeleine was
suspended from the ceiling upside down while we all took turns to spank her
ass and breasts.  Louisa was teased with a cattle prod until she became a
blubbering pool of pussy juice.

   Body painting was such a turn on.  Having nude women tickling my
erogenous zones with a paint brush was simply awesome.  They were no
artists though.  When I saw the pictures taken of my naked body afterwards,
it was a mixture of handprints and spirals and zigzags of greens and blues,
reds and yellows.  Although, Daffy had managed to paint a red heart on my
smooth pussy.

   Toys night.  Oh God.  I had experience with toys.  Tom, Dick and Harry
were my toys back home.  Put it this way, when I got home, I was getting a
divorce!  T, D and H just weren't going to cut it anymore.  I was going to
have to go shopping for something like the toys they had here.  God, I may
even have to steal a few of them.

   On the last night, we were all kind of sad that the next day it would
all be over and we'd go back to our bland vanilla lives.  I'd had sex with
all of the other girls, we all had, every combination, we'd done it.

   And I was in love.  With both Daffy and Clara.  The strange thing about
us, was that none of us had boyfriends or husbands.  We were all single or
divorced, but all presently unattached.  Rosie did indeed have children,
but they were both grown up and had left home.  She was even a grandmother
and a widow at just 39.

   We had all exchanged numbers and addresses, emails too.  One good thing
was going to happen for sure, this was going to continue in some as yet
undetermined fashion.

   I had learned to have sex with a woman.  I knew how to kiss, how to use
my tongue, where to put my tongue, where to put my fingers.  I knew what
felt good to me and I learned to use that knowledge on other women.  I was
now gay.  Plain and simple.  I wasn't before, but now I was in no doubt. 
This week had gayed me up.

   I had sixty-nined with other women, stuck my tongue in their pussies and
licked them dry.  I had licked ass, fingered ass, I had rubbed my pussy up
against pussies, breasts, bums, tongues and I had found a new position with
Clara.  We kind of figured it out together.  As I lay on my back with my
legs spread, she sat in the gap between my legs.  Then weaving her legs
around me, one below, one above, she pushed her pussy against my own and
rocked into me.  Feeling her like that, right up against me, sitting up and
resting on her arms, but looking directly at me like that.  It was just so
intimate.

   And I'd become a total voyeur.  I loved watching the other girls,
particularly the ones with big busts, making out.  My boobs were firm and
small and barely moved during intercourse.  They stayed so close to my
chest even when leaning forwards.  But those that had boobs, proper big
boobs, they were like poetry in motion.

   Louis had told us all that we could keep our uniform as a souvenir, but
that the following morning, before he took us back to Windsor, he wanted to
see each one of us in turn.  A private meeting so he could ask us each a
few questions about our expectations and if they'd been met and if we could
suggest any improvements.  And of course, he was going to do the interviews
with us in the nude.

   We had each been given a time slot, ten minutes apart and mine was
10:30. The interviews had begun at 9:30.  The long haired beefcake blocked
off the corridor, at the end of which was Louis' office.  We'd been told
ahead of schedule that after this final meeting, we would be given our bags
and clothes back and could wait for the others in the recreation room.

   I arrived promptly and at the stroke of 10:30, beefcake allowed me to
pass.  I smiled at him and walked naked down to Louis' door, knocking when
I got there.

   "Come in."

   Louis sat in the room and invited me to have a seat and handed me a
glass of champagne.  As it was the first alcohol I'd had an opportunity to
drink since day one, I swigged it down.

   "So, Charlotte, how did you enjoy the week?"

   "Oh Louis, it was so brilliant.  I can't thank you enough, for
everything.  All the girls feel that way, you've given us something truly
special that we can carry with us the rest of our lives."

   He had a look of satisfaction on his face and was very relaxed, sitting
back in his chair.

   "So it lived up to expectations?"

   "And beyond.  I've never felt so satisfied in all my life.  It's ... 
truly been the best week of my life Louis, I wish I could stay, I really
do."

   He smiled and sat forward in the chair.

   "Any um ...  any improvements?"

   "Oh, I don't know.  It's been great the whole week long.  I um ...  I
don't think so.  Oh ...  just one thing."

   "What's that?"

   "Well, it's not a criticism, it really isn't.  It's just that, you know,
we all got here because of your story."

   "Yes ..."

   "Well, it's just that there was an element of non-consent and reluctance
in your story.  You know, all the girls were there against their will. 
Everything was forced on them.  They were taken to that school and forced
to conform and had no say in it.  That ...  I don't know how you'd change
that, but it was the only thing missing really."

   "Charlotte, you're a very observant woman.  That was the one thing we
just couldn't replicate.  You had to come here of your own free will.  We
couldn't exactly abduct you off the street now, could we?  We had to be
sure that you were the right type of person, the sort of person who could
be turned on by that sort of scenario."

   I laughed.  "Yeah, you can't go around abducting people Louis!"

   "No.  We certainly can't." He smiled.  "But when you come to us, there's
nothing really to stop us, is there?"

   Again, I laughed, but Louis wasn't laughing with me.

   With that, the door opened and shaved head beefcake walked in.

   "You'll no doubt be feeling the effects of the drug now, working its way
through your system."

   "What?" It was true.  All of a sudden I was beginning to feel a bit
groggy.  Was my champagne spiked?  "Louis, I don't under ...  under,
undersom ...  som, buh."

   "Maybe we should get some air."

   I felt myself being lifted from my seat by the beefcake.  Louis opened
the second door that was behind him that led to the outside.

   I was having a hard time standing on my own, but beefcake was holding me
up by my armpits.  In the driveway just outside the office was a van, with
no side windows.  The back doors were open and I could see Madeleine and
Rosie, lying limp on the floor of the van.  Behind them was Clara, Louisa
too.  Behind them, two more.  They were all out for the count, just lying
there naked.

   I had to warn Daffy.  I had to stop them, say something, scream.

   I tried to struggle against them, but I could hardly move any of my
limbs and my eyelids felt heavier than ever before.  The last thing I
remember as the beefcake hustled my body into the back of the van was
Louis' face.  And the words he said, echoed around in my brain like a shock
to the system: "You stupid bitch."