Principal Shabayev knew that there were several naturist families in his school, but finding a full picture of one of the girls to submit to CrimeanBredBare wasn't easy. The website required a full head to toe picture in order to enact their changes, and even then you had to get the girl to see the result for it to take effect. With the right picture and proper timing and equipment, the first girl in a school could be completely enslaved in as little as four months from the date of the picture. The rest of his elementary school would follow in all most an exponential fashion as they appeared fully in other girls' pictures.
He did not expect that he'd be able to take it himself, but two weeks before school started, he was making sure that all was ready for school to start when a girl streaked through the hallway. Principal Shabayev somehow managed to catch her with a hand on her shoulder as she attempted to run through the halls. "No running in school," he ordered automatically, as the girl fell down on her naked butt.
It was eight-year-old Bronislava Yehorivna. It was obvious as she got up that Bronislava had spent most of the summer naked, given that she had a nice tan with no tan lines. He knew that the Yehorivnas were naturists, already, but as they were not regular beach goers, he hadn't thought he'd get her picture. "Sorry Principal Shabayev," she said, ducking her head.
"Some punishment will have to be given, but school hasn't started yet, so I think we'll punish you by having you be the girl whose pictures will demonstrate school policies in this year's handbook," the principal said. Bronislava nodded her acceptance. "Since we are going clothing optional this year, I do not think you'll need to return to get clothes, so we can get started right away."
The principal pulled Bronislava into a nearby classroom and took out his phone to start taking pictures. He made sure to take plenty of pictures, most of which illustrated school rules, but not all of them. He also took other pictures, including one of her standing in front of a black board with the school's name, "Posluskh Shkoly" written on it for the cover. A couple other full length pictures were taken, not for the school, but for the website, of course.
When the principal was done, he dismissed her, ordering her, "I want you to come back the Saturday before school starts so you can see what the whole school is going to see of you before it starts." Bronislava nodded before leaving the school, not running until she cleared the front doors.
Principal Shabayev submitted his chosen photo of Bronislava that very night, before getting to work on the new illustrated handbook. He'd told the little girl that the school was going clothing optional, but that wasn't quite true. It was true for the boys, but for the girls it wouldn't be once they were enslaved.
The package of Bronislava's altered pictures arrived the Friday before school. They also came with instructions, of course, as well as enslavement devices to help make the changes come true. What really interested Principal Shabayev, however, was the kit for the installing of CrimeanBredBare's trademark C7 iron ring. He spent most of Friday evening setting up the rig that would install it on the girls of his school.
Bronislava entered the school fully dressed. It was the first time she'd been dressed since school let out in June. Her mother had insisted, even though she'd heard about the new clothing optional rule. It was quite early in the day, as her mother had arranged for the meeting to be much earlier so she could shop for school supplies and clothes in the afternoon. Bronislava was looking forward to the new clothes. The jeans she wore at the moment were a bit tight around the waist and were a good two inches too short, plus her shirt didn't quite meet the jeans either.
"Good morning, Principal Shabayev," Bronislava said as she entered the school and spotted the principal. He was standing next to a new big screen television that was nearly as tall as she was. It had been mounted low on the wall of the entrance hall, and currently had a picture of her, naked, standing before a sign saying "Welcome to Posluskh Shkoly" on display.
"Is that what is going to be up Monday?" she asked, blushing. She was used to being naked, but being on display for all her classmates was different.
"Unless a better picture is found," the principal said. "I didn't expect you to come dressed today."
"Oh," Bronislava said. She stepped out of her sandals and quickly stripped out of her jeans and shirt. Once she tossed aside her shirt, leaving her body naked, she discovered that the picture on the television had changed. It was of her walking home after she'd been caught running through the school.
She'd stopped to chat with her best friend Natalya Shevchenko, who wasn't a naturist. Natalya had been out riding her bike, and had stopped to ask about coming over the next day for a sleep over. She remembered telling Natalya that if she came over, she'd have to lose her clothes. It was a regular joke between the two. Natalya had never stripped at the Yehorivnas. Bronislava noticed that as she chatted, her hand was feeling her naked pussy. She recalled being told that she shouldn't do that in public at one time, but she couldn't stop herself sometimes. Even now her fingers sought out her aroused little pussy.
The picture changed again, showing her arrival at home. Her older brother, Semen, always liked to greet her by sneaking up behind her, capturing her against something, and tickling her. This picture showed her laughing as her brother tickled her, but this time something was different as she was pressed up against the rail of the fence in front of her house. Her brother's hard cock was pressed up against her pussy between her legs.
The next picture showed her expression change to one of surprised pain, as her brother's cock took her virginity. She hadn't remembered losing her virginity until she'd seen the picture, and Bronislava felt just a little strange, as she recalled how much it had hurt, and how much she'd bled.
The following picture showed her entering the house with her brother's blood stained seed leaking from her pussy. Her mother had questioned her about the timing, and made her lay on the couch with a pillow beneath her bottom for a whole hour. When she'd been allowed to get up again, her brother had immediately pounced on her.
The arrival of Natalya was featured in the next picture, as Bronislava answered the door. It was obvious that Bronislava had spent the whole night having sex with her brother. Natalya was just starting to lift her shirt in the picture. Bronislava remembered thinking that Natalya was joking.
The next picture had Natalya stepping out of her panties leaving her completely naked. Bronislava's hand was in between Natalya's legs, and the obvious source for Natalya's blissful smile.
Then they were on the floor, Natalya's legs spread so Bronislava could lick her pussy. Bronislava was on her knees with her brother, Semen, just entering her pussy. It was obvious that this visit to the Yehorivans was quite different that Natalya's previous one.
The picture shifted to one with Natalya losing her own virginity to Semen as the two girls swapped positions. Bronislava recalled really liking Natalya eating her pussy as she looked at the picture. She really liked when Semen was inside her too. There was no denying it, Bronislava liked sex.
There was a picture of the two of them in Semen's bed, both of them leaking fresh loads of his seed. And then there was Natalya's departure, with her dejectedly putting her clothes back on. It was so unfair that Natalya had to wear clothes at home, and didn't have a big brother to have sex with. Bronislava was willing to share though.
Another sleepover had occurred the week following, with several pictures, but the one that made Bronislava think was one with her and Natalya standing just outside the bathroom. Both of them had clearly been having sex with Semen again, but that wasn't the reason Bronislava was thinking about it long past its disappearance from the screen. Both Bronislava and Natalya had been holding positive pregnancy tests. She was going to spend the whole school year naked and waddling around pregnant until she gave birth.
Then there was Friday, when her brother had brought home the leash. That had been totally unexpected, and Bronislava could see how scared she had been when he'd approached her with it. He'd had to wrestle her down to put it on her. Then she'd tried so hard to get it off her. She didn't want to have to walk around on a leash like a dog, but he'd made her. He hadn't taken it off her until that morning.
"I think you're almost ready for Posluskh Shkoly," the principal said. "I'm not sure we have the right picture yet, though, for you. Come with me."
The principal led her to a darkened supply room with a wide bench in the middle. There was some sort of a rig at one end that included a drill. The bench was fitted with some restraints, and its far end was cut to fit against someone's chin. "Lay down on the bench, face down, with your chin right at the end."
Bronislava found herself moving to take that position, and soon was restrained on the bench. She couldn't move her head or shoulders and the rest of her body wasn't lightly bound to the bench either. As she looked down, she discovered that there was a computer screen on the floor. It came on as the principal moved the rig into position over her neck. It showed his hands pushing her long blond hair aside and him cleaning her neck.
"This may hurt a bit," the principal said, as the rig became active. The surgical drill sped up, sounding much like a dentist's drill in its high pitched squeal.
The principal was not lying as the drill approached from the left side of her neck, and very quickly drilled right through the very back of her neck. From the sound she was sure it had gone right through one of her vertebrae. Then the rig threaded a ring through the hole it had just created. It welded the iron ring closed and turned it so the weld was inside the hole. Then she was sprayed with something that sealed around the ring. It took all of five seconds. The principal cleaned up the small amount of blood and bone shavings before letting her out.
"Now I think you're ready for school," the principal said, as she stood. "Make sure Natalya comes over tomorrow so she can get her ring before school starts."
He then attached a chain to her new iron ring and took her to the same classroom as they'd taken pictures in two weeks before. This time, however, he fastened the chain to a iron loop in the wall. He took another picture of her that matched the one that he'd had on display when she had entered the school a couple hours earlier, save for the chain. "We'll use this one, I think."
Then he took the chain off her. "I shall see you Monday, Bronislava," he said, before Bronislava fled the school. She knew she'd been changed since she'd arrived, but she wasn't sure how. She was certain about one thing. She didn't like her new iron loop through her spine.
Principal Shabayev turned on his computer and opened up CrimeanBredBare.com, logging onto the account that he'd set up. Right away an alert popped up on Bronislava. New pictures of her activities that day had been created. Of course the pictures he'd taken were there, but there were also the generated pictures of her shopping trip.
Bronislava entered the mall naked, but not with a leash or chain. She was shown walking into the girls clothes section, and reaching for a blouse that would have fit her. The next picture had her mother pulling her out of that section to join her brother, Semen, where he was shopping. Bronislava went back, and her mother pulled her away again. Then she was taken to the hardware part of the store, where her mother purchased a length of chain. Her hair was pushed aside and the chain attached.
The next few pictures had her chain attached to various fixtures in the teen boys department as her not quite a teenager yet brother picked out his clothes. Her brother seemed to love to feel her pussy between trying on clothes too. Gradually Bronislava seemed to become more comfortable with her chain, beginning to smile again. But eventually they completed his clothing shopping, and had to pass the girls section on their way to the next store. It was obvious that her mother had to jerk her away from entering.
A failed jerk was made as they passed Victoria's Secret. Bronislava made it into the lingerie store and that was apparently enough for Bronislava's mother. Ankle irons and a short length of chain for them was purchased from a vendor who happened to have a cart in the mall. Soon Bronislava was taking short steps and having trouble keeping up. Her stumbling when her mother or brother got too far ahead of her was apparently not as much of a problem as detours had been.
The next store was a office supply store, where they shopped for the usual school supplies like notebooks, pens, and paper. It allowed Bronislava to get used to her new restraints. They spent a lot of time in the supply store, even getting Bronislava a new laptop. As they shopped, her expressions went back to smiling.
After they finished at the office supply store, the family went out to eat in the food plaza, being joined by Bronislava and Semen's father. Principal Shabayev decided that he really should make sure to talk to Kuzma and Oksana Yehorivna, not that they'd have any objection to what had happened to their daughter. The website made sure there would be none.
The principal thought that Semen was inspired when he hooked his sister's ankle chain over the same hook that her regular chain was hooked to, folding her up and aiming her pussy up a bit. His seed was leaking from her by the time the food was put in front of them. He had some difficulty unhooking the ankle chain, though.
The sequence of available pictures ended with Bronislava leaving the shopping mall still naked and having not gotten any clothes to wear. All she had was a backpack with her school supplies in it, her chain, being held by her brother, and the ankle chain which caused her to only be able to make short steps as she trailed behind her family.
More alerts had come in while Principal Shabayev had been reviewing Bronislava's latest. It seemed that in the background of Bronislava's mall trip a full image of several of the principal's watch list had been captured, with some other source uploads of course. His watch list consisted of every girl who would be attending Posluskh Shkoly on Monday. It looked like twenty girls had been caught:
Olesya Yaroshenko 6
Vira Rud 8
Antonina Kozlov 7
Yaroslava Fedorenko 10
Natalya Polyakova 7
Oksana Kovalenko 8
Zynayida Ilchuk 8
Nadiya Musiyenko 10
Stanislava Dyachenko 9
Marta Suprun 9
Kateryna Kovtun 7
Larysa Lukyanenko 7
Yevheniya Samojlenko 6
Rayisa Babenko 7
Yana Chaban 8
Nina Sushko 8
Yevdokiya Savchenko 9
Olena Havrysh 6
Alina Muzyka 8
Sofiya Avramenko 8
Oleksandra Chernyak 8
Olesya Tkach 7
Khrystyna Kryvenko 10
He quickly assigned types and mates to each of them, ensuring that the pictures would be produced in time to be used during the first couple weeks of school. Then, closing his browser, he readied himself for bed.
Monday was the first day of school, so Bronislava got up early. Unlike her brother she didn't have to get dressed for school. On Saturday, her mother had told her that she was not to wear clothes to school anymore, and at the time she'd wanted to wear them, or at least purchase some. Of course, as a naturist, going naked didn't really bother her. It never had.
She brushed her long blond hair, being careful not to hit her ring. The hole that iron ring that went through in one of her vertebrae hadn't completely healed from its installation on Saturday. It was a bit tender were the ring went through her skin. There was no chain attached to the ring at the moment. Nor was there a chain between her ankle irons. Bronislava didn't know how long that would be the case.
Bronislava left her room and went to the kitchen where she found breakfast waiting, along with a big pill beside her juice.
"Take your vitamins," her mother ordered as she slid Bronislava's lunch into her backpack. "And eat all your breakfast. You're eating for two now, and need to stay healthy." Her mother seemed to keep reminding Bronislava that she was pregnant. It had only been a week since she tested positive, but apparently she was four weeks along.
Bronislava swallowed the pill, washing it down with her juice before digging into her breakfast. Her brother, Semen, arrived and plopped into his seat. She half expected him to fuck her this morning again and make her have to wash her pussy again. It didn't take long for her to finish her breakfast.
She stood up, and took her backpack from her mother. Sliding on a pair of flip flops, Bronislava left for school. She was just three blocks from school, so it was an easy walk, as long as she didn't have the ankle chain on. As she reached the end of the second block, she heard the distinctive sound of her friend Natalya's bicycle bell.
Turning towards the sound, she spotted her friend braking hard. Natalya lived further away, so she had to bike to school. Normally Natalya would have been dressed, but today she wasn't. You could tell that she wasn't normally naked. The lines from her swimming suit were quite visible. All Natalya had on were a pair of sneakers. Her school supplies were in the basket off her handlebars, and her lunch bag was attached to the bar. "Hey 'Slava," Natalya said as she came to a stop beside Bronislava.
"Hey 'Talya," Bronislava said as Natalya got off her bike, affording view of the back of her neck, as Natalya had chin length light brown hair. "So you got the iron ring from the principal too?"
"Yeah, not that I know why," Natalya said.
"Just wait until you want to go somewhere the parents don't want you to," Bronislava replied. "I got chained the fixtures because Mom didn't want me to get clothes for school."
"Really?" Natalya asked. "Is that why you've got those things on your ankles?"
"Yes," Bronislava replied. "I slipped the chain and got into Victoria's Secret. The ankle irons are welded on, but the chain can be taken off. I'm stuck with them."
Bronislava and Natalya reached school. Natalya put her bike in the rack before they both entered the school. The picture that was on the big screen in the entry way was of Bronislava, but not the one that had been there Saturday. Instead this one with a rather obvious chain coming from her neck had been used. She was standing strait with her hands at her side, and the sign over the screen read "Poslukh Shola welcomes students to a new year." In the background of the picture, letters kept scrolling by. с к о р и т и с я It looped around, leaving Bronislava trying to figure out the word intended.
The letters seemed to be everywhere. They seemed to be telling her something, something she knew, but did not know. When Bronislava got to her classroom, her teacher immediately escorted her to her seat, and chained her there. Natalya got chained to the desk chair next to her. The school handbook was placed on their desks, and they had to read it.
The handbook had a picture of Bronislava chained to her chair on the front, and as she opened it, she discovered that almost every rule, and ever punishment was illustrated by her. There were only a few that didn't show her chained, and the word скоритися was stamped after every rule. With the letters no longer moving she finally read the word, obey.
And Bronislava did, standing when answering questions, showing boys her naked body, and keeping herself aroused by stroking her pussy. Natalya also obeyed, but some of her classmates did not. Oksana Kovalenko was particularly troublesome to the teachers, refusing to obey the rules by standing to answer questions. Oksana also chose to pass notes and talk back to the teacher.
Eventually the teacher got fed up with Oksana, and sent the girl to the principal's office. Oksana returned an hour later quite different than she'd left. She'd been one of the clothed girls in the class, wearing designer clothes, including a rather expensive jean and blouse combination. She'd returned naked, with a chain dangling from her new installed spinal ring. Oksana's belly was also just beginning to show her pregnancy, to the point that Bronislava was sure it couldn't have been hidden under those expensive tight jeans she'd been wearing.
Bronislava spent the rest of the day wondering exactly how Oksana had worn those tight jeans.
Principal Shabayev watched as his students left after the first day of school. He'd managed to add ten more girls to those that he'd exposed to the altered pictures from CrimeanBredBare.com. He'd been surprised by one of them, Oksana Kovalenko had apparently been caught by a camera whose pictures had been uploaded last night, but had been taken almost four months ago. So Oksana was the first student of Poslukh Shkoly to show the ultimate results of being enslaved by the website.
He was really looking forward to seeing the final results of the website. The dozen girls he'd enslaved thus far had been most compliant once he'd shown them their pictures. They'd given him no problem when he'd put the ring through their spines. His niece Yaroslava had even let him fill her womb with his seed. Of course, he'd already designated Yaroslava as his on the website.
It had been strange to watch Yaroslava change and remember himself in those pictures as it happened, even though he knew he hadn't actually been there. Shabayev wished he'd found and uploaded an earlier picture. It would have been interesting to see what the website did with a picture over a year or two old. Perhaps he could do that with his other niece Stanislava, who he'd not yet brought in to see her pictures.
He'd have to balance out his picture taking with his enslaving better. He had maybe eight new pictures to add to the website tonight, with all the things he had to do as principal having reduced his time for both further than he expected. Still, it wouldn't be long at all until every girl in school was on CrimeanBredBare.com and had seen their pictures. Shabayev was sure he'd be enjoying a completely naked female student body by the end of the year.
Bronislava waddled into Posluskh Shkoly. It wouldn't be long before she gave birth, now. She'd already had a few contractions. Her naked belly bulged out in front of her to the point that she sometimes felt the need to put hands under it as if it needed to be held up. She couldn't do that at the moment, though, as her wrists were locked together behind her back. She had a short chain connecting her ankles too. It was just long enough to allow her to slowly waddle. There was no way she could have run, or even walked normally, even if her first pregnancy hadn't prevented that.
Bronislava knew that this wouldn't be her last pregnancy. Oksana was just a bit ahead of her, with her four month old baby girl nursing from her breasts as the young mother shuffled into school. Oksana hadn't been allowed to have a single period. Since you counted pregnancy time back two weeks from conception, officially, Oksana had been continuously pregnant. Bronislava knew she'd be the same.
She had to obey, and by obeying she had lost everything. Bronislava wasn't sure she even remembered how to put on clothes, she only wore a pair of flip flops to and from school. When she reached her classroom, she'd be chained to her desk, though they'd let her have use of her hands again. She was expected to do well in school, and she did. She was expected to let everyone touch her everywhere, so there was no objection even when someone touched her between her legs. It felt good anyway. And she never wanted to stop her brother from filling her pussy with his cock. She always obeyed her brother, and he was going to make sure that she always obeyed by keeping her pregnant. Bronislava was completely enslaved.
And so was every girl attending Obedience School.
As Bronislava entered her classroom, she saw the word deliver written on the black board. She obeyed: her water broke.