Marigold's Academy

Lucy had heard of the school, but had never believed it actually existed.  Myths and lurid stories were rife but most people thought they were all made up.  Yet here she was, about to walk through the gates of Marigold's Academy for Wayward Girls.  She would soon discover that the rumours about the school were largely true.

 

As she was marched by her escorting guard along the pathway to the main reception area a gardener, who was tending the flowerbeds nearby stopped and stared at her.  He leaned on his rake, gave her a lecherous glance and licked his lips.  Lucy caught sight of a conspicuous bulge in his trousers further down.

 

Through a heavy oak door she was directed, into the main lobby area.  There, sitting behing a desk, was a severe-looking receptionist - a woman in her forties, peering down at her over half-moon spectacles.  She motioned to Lucy to sit, which she did.  She thanked the security guard and dismissed him, then turned to Lucy, taking out a registration form as she did so.  The form was partly completed and the receptionist checked and confirmed the details on it.

 

"Name?"

 

Lucy was very nervous by now, and answered in a timid voice.  "Lucy Hawkins"

 

"Age?"

 

"14"

 

Lucy was one of the younger referrals to the school, though she was above the lower age limit.

 

"Crime?"

 

It was so unfair.  The charges were all trumped up and she hadn't done anything wrong.  Actually this was true - she hadn't.  But the corrupt forces which led to girls like Lucy finding themselves in schools like this one cared little about rules and fairness.  She fitted the needs and desires of the rich, powerful perverts running the system and that was good enough.

 

"Moral deficiency"

 

Yes, Lucy's morals had been deemed unacceptable and therefore she was sentenced to six months of correction at the MAWG.

 

More details were checked then the receptionist handed her a rule book, which explained the regime under which she was to be cared for by the school.  It was a catalogue of horror.

 

The rules:

 

1. Girls have no rights, except as detailed in the rules.

 

2. Staff shall be granted power over girls, as detailed below.

 

Teachers - full rights.  All relations between teachers and pupils are permitted, and encouraged in order to further moral education.  Teachers have the power to extend any right to any lower order of staff as they see fit.  The exception to this rule is bottoms, which may not be penetrated unless girls have been certified by the head or deputy.

 

Clerical staff - Limited rights.  May administer corporal punishment to girls.

 

Manual workers - Physical contact permitted by invitation/authorisation only.  May observe girls in any situation, including bathrooms, changing rooms and dormitories, in order that they can report any instances of morally deficient behaviour.  Granted powers of confiscation of prohibited items and articles of personal clothing (including underwear).

 

Guests - Privileges to be specified on the invitation form

 

All staff may extend rights on an individual basis, for a limited period, to any staff on a lower scale.  Girls are free to extend rights to any individual themselves, but cannot be forced to do so by staff not granted those rights.  Any violations of this rule should be referred to a teacher.  The head teacher has the final say in any appeal.

 

3. Privacy is a privilege, not a right.  Only girls who have been granted specific permission may use private facilities.  As a rule, all ablutions and other functions will be open to public observation.

 

The list went on but Lucy's attention was fixed on the first two.  What kind of place was this?  She felt dazed and unable to concentrate on the remainder of the extensive list of regulations.

 

She was interrupted by the receptionist, who informed her that it was now time to go and meet the head, who greeted all new arrivals personally.  She wanted to refuse, to resist, but was so terrified of the consequences that she put up no resistance, and meekly followed as she was led through a grand hallway and up two ornate staircases to the head's office.

 

The receptionist knocked then entered to present her charge.  "Sir, may I present to you Lucy Hawkins".

 

The head, Mr Thornton, looked to be about fifty.  He sat behind a grand desk, in front of a window which overlooked the main square of the school below, and beyond it the woods and playing fields.  Sitting in an armchair at the side of the oak-panelled office, was the deputy, Mr Fitches.

 

"Lucy, my dear, do come in.  Please, take a seat"

 

Lucy entered and furtively glanced around for somewhere to sit.  There was nowhere.  Was she supposed to sit on the floor?  She looked quizically from Thornton to Fitches, then back again.

 

"Oh, sorry, of course you're unfamiliar with the way things are done round here.  You can sit on Mr Fitches' lap.  We seem to be short of chairs today!"

 

Thornton and Fitches laughed at that.  Fitches uncrossed his legs and patted his knee, beckoning lucy to park her rear on it.

 

She hoped it was a joke.  It wasn't.  She hesitated for a moment, then out of the blue received an almighty slap across her buttocks from the receptionist.  "Feisty one eh?  you'll learn.  Do as you're told, you filthy little slapper!  Just remember who owns the rights of access to your arse now"

 

The receptionist withdrew and closed the door.  "Oh don't worry about her", said Thornton, "she likes to instil a bit of discipline into the new arrivals.  Please, sit"

 

Scarcely believing what she was doing, Lucy walked over and perched herself on the edge of Fitches' knees.  He was having none of that.  He put his arm round her waist and pulled her backwards so that she was seated snugly on his lap.  Straight away she could feel him breathing heavily against the back of her neck, and undeneath her bottom there was the unmistakeable feeling of a growing bulge in his trousers as his cock began to stiffen.  So far Lucy was in her own clothes and was wearing a light green, summer blouse on top, with a pretty, lacy bra underneath.  Her lower parts were concealed by a translucent pair of light white trousers, through which were visible her thong, the top of which peeked out above the waistband.  They were little protection against Fitches cock, which now pressed firmly against her.

 

Thornton launched into his welcome patter, well rehearsed.  Welcome, rules, caring environment, strong educational ethos blah blah he droned on.  It would have sounded quite normal had she not been sitting on the deputy head's lap while this little speech was delivered.  Fitches had one arm around her waist, and with the other was stroking her shoulder-length blonde hair.  It made her flesh crawl.  This wasn't happening - it couldn't be!

 

"Right Lucy, stand up please, let's have a look at you".  She needed no second invitation to get off Fitches' lap.  As she did so she noticed a very small damp patch where she had been sitting.  She had a horrible feeling that he had actually come in his pants.  That wetness certainly wasn't her doing.  Soon after getting up she almost wished she hadn't.

 

Thornton got up and came round to her side of the desk.  With no warning he began to run his hands over her body, examining her.  Touching very gently he groped her all over, making appreciative noises, while Fitches grinned in the background.  He put his hand up her top.  She pushed it away but it came straight back, and he was too powerful for her.  He uncupped her breasts from her bra and seemed rather pleased with her developing bosom.  "Puffies", he said to Fitches, with some satisfaction.  He took his time feeling her bottom.  The flimsy white trousers offered no protection against the wandering hands, an with ease he put his hand down the back of her trousers and pulled at her thong.  Just when she thought she was about to get fingered he stopped.

 

"Excellent Lucy, I think you will fit in very well here.  Now, you need to have your appointment with the nurse then you can go and settle into your room".  He picked up the phone and summoned an escort to take her away.

 

She had had enough.  "You can't do this", she exploded at him.  "It's filthy, it's dirty, it's, it's - I'm only 14 for fuck sake!  It's illegal!  I'm going to have you reported to the authorities, right up to the Minister of Justice if I have to.  You dirty pervy bastards will be in prison for ever".  As Lucy screamed hysterically at him Thornton calmly reached into the top drawer of his desk and took out a book - a photo album.

 

"Ever seen the Minister of Justice?" he enquired.  "Yes I have!" she squealed.  Just because she was 14 it didn't mean she knew nothing about politics.  Thornton flicked open the album and gave it to her.  The very first picture was of the Minister himself.  He was naked from the waist down.  A girl of Lucy's age knelt before him.  She had his penis in his mouth.  She turned the page in disbelief.  In the next picture the girl was on all fours, completely naked.  She was sucking another cock this time - Thornton's.  The Minister was kneeling behind her, also naked.  There was no gap between them.  It took no imagination to deduce where his cock was.

 

She was completely deflated.  There was no escape now.  They were all in it together.  Thornton and his mob were above the law.  It was a sick joke.  This place existed to corrupt morals, not to protect them.  Lucy had to get out of here, fast.

 

A knock on the door - the escort was here.  Her will to resist already waning, Lucy meekly left the room and allowed herself to be taken down the corridor to where the nurse was waiting for her in the sick bay.  "Ah Lucy Hawkins, come in.  Take a seat.  First things first, just a little injection under your skin - arm out please - lasts six months.  Make sure only one of you came in and only one of you leaves us at the end.  Can't have any accidents now!  There.  Now, some basic details from you please...."

 

Still reeling from the concept of contraception forming a part of her school induction (she was already pretending to herself that it was to prevent her getting herself into trouble, rather than allowing the staff to fuck her with impunity), Lucy finally arrived at her living quarters.  It was a spacious, comfortable-looking dormitory with beds for three girls.  The beds were rather large and she tried to blot out the thought that they were double beds.  It looked quite homely.  Clearly, whatever else went on in this place, they weren't expected to live in squalor.  One of her new roommates was lying on one bed, on her front, reading a book. Her white-socked feet casually rubbed against each other above her legs, bent up at the knees and slightly apart.  The short school skirt barely covered her bottom and her panties were quite clearly visible.

 

"Hi there, I'm Jessica"

"Lucy"

"Why don't you have Dominique's old bed - by the door.  She won't be needing it any more.  Besides, it'll help shield you from the pervs"

 

"What happened to Dominique?" Lucy asked, in fear that some terrible fate had befallen her.

 

"Oh, nothing.  It's just she sleeps with the science teacher these days.  Hasn't been here in months.  I miss her actually, 'specially at night.  Be nice to have some new company actually..."

 

Had Lucy not been agog at the idea that a pupil could just go off and move in with a teacher she might have cottoned on that the sort of company Jessica was after didn't involve making small talk and listening to music.  But she did pick up on something else Jessica had said.

 

"What do you mean about the pervs?"

"Well,see that large mirror?" She gestured towards the far wall, which was largely occupied by an enormous mirror.  Lucy nodded.  "Two way.  Viewing room on the other side.  Apparently they supply the tissues."

 

Lucy was disgusted.  Unfortunately it was absolutely true.  It was a school rule that privacy was not a right.  In the living quarters the girls could be continuously observed.  Originally the walls had been perspex but that had only encouraged them to be self conscious and careful about showing anything as they undressed before an audience of salivating men.  Fumbling under towels, or even getting undressed in bed were the normal routine.  In time, with the mirrors, they tended to forget and couldn't be sure whether anyone was there or not, though in the dead of night it was possible to hear the rapid hand movements of vigorous masturbation.  Eventually they lost their inhibitions and just got on as though nobody could see.  Jessica knew one of the gardeners had followed her up and was almost certainly looking straight up her skirt at this very moment.  As the thought crossed her mind she opened her legs a little wider and grabbed at her knickers to pull them out of her bottom.  She paused long enough that the voyeur would get a good glimpse at her fanny.  Being situated furthest from the mirror Lucy would find it easier to hide from them until inevitably she gave up trying and simply ignored them.

 

It was all too much.  Lucy slumped on the bed, put her face in her hands and began to sob gently.  Jessica came over and put a friendly arm around her shoulder.  The gardener hung around long enough to ascertain they were not about to have sex, then sloped off, disappointed, back to work.

 

Yes, Lucy Hawkins had arrived at Marigold's Academy.  She would certainly be a different girl when she left it.

 

To be continued.