School Girl Part 4

The headmistress and faculty even had a plan to keep the senior
girls from getting out of line. It was simple: they would
occassionally, maybe once a week, choose a senior girl who had
displeased them in some way, and tortured and sexually degraded
her. Long before this stage though, the faculty who were not
willing to play along were dismissed, and more amiable teachers
were hired. Everything was pretty much set now; the only thing
that was needed was to codify the rules the faculty had instituted.

The headmistress, her secretary, and the faculty would have
unlimited use of any of the girls they wanted. The members of
Delta Sigma Pi had unlimited use of any of the sophmores or
freshmen. The seniors had the same priveleges as the Fraternity.
The juniors were a special case: they were free from everyone
except the faculty at the school, yet they had no priveleges with
the underclasswomen. There was an arrangement, though, where a
junior could become a slave of a senior, who would then allow her
to use, at the senior's descretion, any of the underclasswomen.
Pregnancies were a problem at first, but the pill, and then the day
after pill, took care of that; the day after pill was a godsend,
since it did not artificially mature the young girls like the pill
did, leaving them their girlish selves.

She also learned something about the personalities who were
presently at the school. Ms. Samantha Kane, she learned, was
reasonable, if sexually demanding. Paul, her secretary, was a bit
of a sadist, and played favorites. His favorite, and the favorite
of most of the faculty, was Ingrid, whom everyone was afraid of.
She practically ran the school, getting everything she wanted, but
the girls were most afraid of the girl Ingrid had taken under her
wing, Mercedes. Mercedes was a true sadist, delighting in bringing
pain to the underclasswomen. The faculty, over the years, had been
weeded out to all hardcore dykes. Some of them were nicer than
others, but they all liked to dominate the girls.

The social politics at the school grew out of the fact that the
girls were expected to maintain their grades, limiting the amount
of time the underclasswomen could be put to sexual use.
Animosities would grow over a favorite freshman or sophmore, and
the underclasswomen usually got caught in the battles between the
seniors. The sophmores were used to the setup, and even enjoyed it
to a degree. They made sure to make friends with a junior or two,
so when they advanced a grade, they could make a deal. Also, in
their role as sympathizers with the incoming freshmen, most of whom
were traumatized by the attention paid them, they found girls ripe
for seduction. The freshmen adjusted after the first few weeks,
when they realized there was nothing they could do about it.

She also caught hints about what happened to Su Lee. Su Lee had
refused to move from her bed for two straight days, not going to
class, not eating, not speaking. They had carried her away a day
later, and Karen had not seen her since. From what she could
gather, they had taken her to the D.S.P. Fraternity house and kept
her drugged and tied in an underground room, where anyone could
come down and use her as they pleased. Hard cases, and cases like
Su Lee, who just couldn't come to terms with their predicament,
were sent for either breaking or desensitation. After a month of
being tied in a drug haze, being fucked almost constantly in one
manner or another, they usually returned quite docile, willing to
do anything.

Karen felt sorry for Su Lee, but was kept too busy to think
about it much. Her schoolwork increased, and she, being new,
became an instant, if temporary, favorite. She was taught
cunningless until she was a pro, and found that there were endless
ways her body could be made to orgasm. The few men from the frat
who came over and used her were the best though, and every time she
was penetrated she thought about how much better the real thing
really was. Two times a week she and a few freshmen were driven
over to the frat house and taught how to please a man. Not only
did she suck and deep-throat countless men, and learn how to move
her hips, squeeze her pussy, keep a man on the edge of orgasm,
etc., she also learned how to flirt. She learned to be an innocent
flirt, a haughty, take-me flirt, a sexy flirt, a slutty flirt; she
learned what to say to turn different men on, and what to do. She
learned how to act during the sex act: astonished and pleased,
scared, wanton, a combination of those. She learned what to wear
and how to walk. Most important of all, she was taught how to
reach orgasm, until with even the slightest stimulation, whether
pleasure or pain, she could come.

She still wasn't completely reconciled with it all though. Each
nerve wracking orgasm held it's own satisfaction, but a part of her
mind still dreaded it, dreaded seeing her kneeling naked before
some man, or on all fours, screaming and gasping as a cock was
buried in her ass, or lying on her back while she licked at another
woman's vagina, or bound in some byzantine way and beaten and
teased until she screamed in release. Most of all this part of her
mind dreaded the way she reacted, the way she degraded herself
before these abusers, the way her body danced to their
manipulations, coming again and again. Deep down it made her feel
ashamed, made her feel like a whore, a slut, a worthless sex crazed
bitch who cared only about getting off. At the same time she
secretly relished what was being done to her, and her qualms just
seem to add a tingle of excitement to everything. She wasn't quite
resigned to her fate, but she knew she was close.

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