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It has been some years
since we visited the farm. What have happen since?
Ann learned Dutch and it
turned out that she had a talent for accounting. So she ran the books at the
farm. They were still low on cash. After some years, it was clear that the farm
needed more income so Fritz had to get a job.
There were not many jobs
for a former soldier, but one day he received a letter from Günter. He had
opened a boarding school for American teenagers and he needed help. Günter was
so sure that Fritz would help him that he even had send a plane ticket along
for
Fritz flew to
“It is a school for
troubled teenagers. When the war was over, I needed to lie low for some time
and Joe had a house here, where I could spend some time.”
“Across the some Mormons
had created a similar boarding school and I bribed one of the local so-called
qualified staff-members and found out that the students were treated even worse
than our victims back in Bosnia.”
“They use some kind of
grade level system and for the students count that even the right to raise once
look from the floor and look a teacher in the eyes is something that the
student had to earn. Most of the students lie on the floor on their stomach for
all day for weeks – sometime even months. Their food was uneatable, there were
maggots in it, and the water was certainly not clean.”
Fritz was shocked. “That’s
sound horrible.”
“Yes, but the best part is
that the parents don’t care. They pay up from 25.000 to 40.000 $ per year just
to get rid of their own kids for up to 5 years.”
Fritz dropped his jaw “What
kind of parents are we talking of?”
“As we have discovered, it
is just ordinary middleclass American people in a double income society. It is
not like they come from a special part of the states. The Mormons does only
have one problem. That is that they trick some of the more naïve parents into
the illusion that their kids are educated.”
“Is it not a school?”
“Yes, but they have created
a scam association in
“So you decided to go into
the business?”
“Yes, and I have done a bad
thing or two in my time. But cheat parents and batter the children just for
money is not my style. In our school we give the children real education, so
they are able to go on in life.”
“But would the children not
be better of going to school at home?”
“Yes, they would. But their
parents have so many things of their own going on in life, so they have no
surplus so they can understand the modern world, their children live in. They
just want to escape from their responsibility and all the worries having a
teenager in their home could create.”
“You called it a boarding
school for troubled teens. Don’t they have some special problems like drugs,
alcohol or unprotected sex?”
“Yes, about 25 percent has
problems with drugs. The rest of them have acted out like normal teenagers. We
have been teenagers ourselves and don’t you remember how it was?”
“I had my share of booze
and women.”
“As I see it we are doing
those parents a favour. We would see to that that the teenagers don’t get
tempted by drugs, alcohol and the other sex. We will protect them from all the
temptations normal teenagers are up against. We offer them a structured
environment where they can focus on their studies and work with themselves
towards adulthood. And when they are either 18 or 21, they would be ready to go
on to college.”
“How do you prevent them
from doing normal things and what is my job?”
“You will soon discover
what kind of precautions, we have taken and your future job is being a teen
escort.”
“What does that job consist
of?”
“Going to the teens home
and bring them to the school. It sounds simple and it sometime is. But some
time the children are not informed by their parents that they are going to
attend school here and means use of force. There is the school.”
When they came to the gates
of the school, Günter greeted a guard so he could open the gate. A wall, which
was eight feet tall, surrounded the campus and the only exit besides the gate
was the ocean.
When car was parked in a
secured garage, they got out in the yard. Then it was that Fritz saw a student
and the sight was with an easy word bizarre.
The student had a corset
looking outfit on that reached down just above his knees. He was barefooted and
had leg-irons on. Around his waist he had a leather belt with chains going to
some cuffs on his wrist.
It was only as they
approached the students, that Fritz saw that the student was – a boy.
“Why do you have a boy
wearing a corset?”
“Because the corset causes
their lungs to be compressed, so they can’t run very fast. Look at the neck
part. It is very rigid so they also have to keep their posture straight.”
“Is corset mandatory for
all students?”
“Yes. That is the only type
of force used here to maintain discipline. New students are put in a discipline
corset and restrained, when they arrived. In fact, we have a new student
waiting in a holding cell. You can take part in fitting her in her new school
uniform. Meet me at the lacing room. Just follow the signs.”
Fritz placed his luggage in
his room and went to a lacing room. In the room a 15-year-old clearly angry
girl was hanging naked in her suspension cuffs and she was stretched out
because her feet were bound in similar leather cuffs.
“Let me loose. I will tell
my parents. They will sue you for all you got. This is not fair!”
Günter replied “What a
temper. I have to introduce myself. I am the head master here at Meditation Inlet
where you are going to study until you are 18. It is a school of your parent’s
choice. They know that this is a school with a Victorian age theme where purity
is in seat of honour. Your parents told me you has been with boy and have
participated in drinking alcohol. So in order to save you from going down the
toilet, they have placed you here. Accept it sooner than later.”
“Oh my god - It can not be
true. They couldn’t.”
“Yes they have. You have to
earn their trust again by studying hard and learn how to obey house rules. If
you do well, perhaps you will go back before you are 18. But for now, you are
going to be put in your uniform.”
Günter took out some stiff
canvas. “You will be wearing this.”
“What is that? Are you
sick? I am not going to wear something from a horror movie.”
“That is not for you to
decide. It would improve your stooped-over posture and make you behave like a
lady. Give me a hand, Fritz!”
They started to lace the
corset. The girl cried and yielded but eventually she lost her air and when the
corset was almost entirely laced she could only manage to produce small grunts
when they tugged at the laces. Once finished they lowered her to the ground and
when her feet were on the ground Günter buckled the shoulder straps on the
corset in place causing her shoulder to be pulled back. It seemed that it was
somehow a little painful as she made a wry face.
“Now for the waist belt: We
buckle it on their back and place their wrist in leather cuffs which is chained
to the waist belt. Their feet are also placed in cuffs with a
The girl almost stumbled
when he took the flap and pulled it between her legs and fastened it on the
back of the corset. The girl was now broken and just looking down in the
ground.
“And now to the difference
between our boarding school and the Mormon nightmare across the bay: Our
students shall keep their heads up.”
He took out a strange
thing. It was a neck corset made of leather. He laced it on the girl, which
forced her head up. She looked straight but Fritz could see in her eyes that
her spirit was gone. They had created something looking like a human but acting
like a robot. Günter called a guard.
“Take her to her room.
Remember to put gloves on her so she doesn’t tamper with her laces during the
night.”
Günter and Fritz went back
to his office where they ate dinner before Fritz went back to his room in order
to sleep.
The morning at about
The students had to be
helped to the toilet because the strap prevented them from using the toilet on
their own. When he asked one of the staff what would have happen if the students
needed to go to the toilet often, the reply was: “They have to plan ahead or
use a diaper.”
The student had 30 minutes
to eat breakfast. The breakfast consisted of soup. Fritz tasted it and it was
good. “Why are they having soup for breakfast?”
“Most of the teenagers
needs to loose weight in order to achieve an attractive body. In fact all their
meals are soup. It contains fresh vegetable and the finest meat we can buy
here. No maggots here.”
Oddly there were about 300
students in the dinning hall and no one spoke. They seemed very concentrated.
“Don’t you have trouble
makers from time to time?”
“Yes and we have some
special discipline corsets with an electrical unit built in it. Those students
would receive a shock of two second, which would send them to the ground. We
also use isolation hoods. But for most students being corseted is doing the
job.”
A clock sounded and the
students went to their classes. “What kind of stuff are they studying?”
“They study normal high
school things. They have monitored Internet access. We approve every site they
want access to. However, all email must be read by our staff before its leave
this facility. Our firewall prevents the use of web-mail and only mails that it
necessary for the studies and a single email every week to the parents are
allowed. Not even email to other family members is allowed unless the parents
pass them on.”
They looked into a
classroom. It did not look like an ordinary classroom, more like an office with
cubicles for every student. Günter could see the question coming and he replied
in advance. “It is not a chat club. There is no reason for them to talk with
each other.”
Suddenly they heard some
noise down the hall. One of the guards dragged a boy out. When Günter asked
what the problem was, the guard explained that he could see that the student
was sweating a lot and noticed a small bulge at the leather flap between the
legs. It was clear that the student had become aroused for some reason, and he
needed to get a relief.
Günter helped the guard and
they dragged the boy down to a male relief room. Inside there was a special
contraption. It was a massage bed with a hole to the head of the student, but
also with a second hole just where the genitals would be when the students were
placed on the bed on his stomach.
The boy was placed on the
bed and the leather strap between his legs was removed. Several wide leather
straps secured his body to the bed and a last strap went over his head, so he
was lying with his face looking through the hole down on the floor.
When they removed the
leather strap, they saw that they were right. The boy was aroused and his penis
was very stiff and pre-cum was floating from it. The guard flipped the bed so
the boy was now placed vertical instead of horizontal.
The guard came with some
small leather item. It was a ball stretcher. “We are going to teach you that
ejaculation is only allowed Saturday morning. All other time you must maintain
self-control.
The guard put the ball
stretcher on. It consisted of a leather part with was wrapped about the base of
the scrotum making the ball being displayed very clearly and the tight scrotum
was also must purple. The boy groaned when the stretcher was tightened. There
were two other straps one went around the base of the penis and another worked
as a ball divider. The boy was in pain but his ordeal increased as the guard
attached a weight so his scrotum was pulled down.
“No. Please stop. I can not
take the pain.” He whined.
“Your parents were too
tired of you abusing your self every day. They had found leftovers from your
semen all over your room. They have sent you here so you can be content with
jacking it off once a week.”
“It hurts. Please. I would
behave.”
“Do you promise to control
you self until Saturday? Then we will grant you relief and you will get off
with 3 hours in an isolation hood so you can your thoughts together.”
“I promise.”
The guard took an aneros
and lubricated it before he inserted it in the student’s rectum. Wearing a
latex glove he also gave the student a hand job. The boy began to tremble and
he came with a small cry. The guard continued to massage until the last drop
was milked.
Then they released the
student from the bed and buckled the leather flap back on. They took the
student to a chair where they secured him to the chair. The guard came with a
leather helmet. Once they had put it on the student’s head they laced it tight.
The only opening in the hood was for the nose.
“Now he can not hear us and
he would stay here for 3 hours.”
“What is the longest a
student has sat here?”
“20 x 8 hours with a 1 hour
break so they can eat and drink. When they are confined to the chair for such a
long time, we wheel the chair over a toilet and remove the leather strap so
they can use the toilet whenever they need. They even sleep in the chair. Trust
me, they behave in the future.”
They continued their walk
around the campus. Between the palms they saw a group of students that rested
on sun lounges with earplugs obvious hearing some music. “What are they doing?”
“That is level 4 students.
They rest for two hours before they continue to study. They are almost ready to
leave. Opposite students on the other levels they have no chores. It is not
actually music they hear. It is only the sounds of waves. We do not allow any
kind of music. According to our client – the parents - music is the root of all
evil and promotes intake of alcohol and drugs.”
“For how long do they study
every day?”
“10 hours every day at
level 4. All the other levels study less. However, they don’t waste the day.
Students on level one or in mistrust spend a half the with the isolation hood.
The other levels have chores enabling us to run this place in a proper manner.”
About
Oxnard, California December
2001 – Picking up Jack
Fritz was in a company car
with John – one of the staff members.
A worried mother had called
Meditation Inlet
because her 16-year-old son’s grade had dropped and he had begun to argue with
her. She had found out that he dated a girlfriend living at a trailer park. It
was not a girl from the social standard; the son had grown up in. The mother
did not want a son around that could endanger her family from keeping up
appearances.
It was about
“Does he have some weapon
up in his room?”
“No. We don’t have weapons
in this house. I don’t know about his trash girl friend. But I searched his
room yesterday and he did come home alone, so you should be safe.”
“Does he suspect you of
doing this?”
“No. He is so in love with
the tart that he has no eye for anything else and that is the sole problem. He
doesn’t care for school either.”
“Did you read our manual?”
“Yes. I introduce you and
leave the house until you have driven off.”
“Shall we proceed then?”
“I just have one question.
You don’t use maze or something like that? One of my neighbours had a teen
escort service using pepper spray and it stuck in the wallpaper so she had to
have a paintjob.”
“No. We use a stun baton,
but only when things get tough.”
“Oh. That is a relief.
Let’s go then.”
They went to the child’s
room where the mother woke the child.
“Jack. Waky.Waky.”
The very sleepy teenager
woke up and starred in disbelief on the two men in his room.
“Jack. These two gentlemen
are here to take you to a boarding school of my choice. I want the best for you
and I want you to go with them. Now I have to go to work. Bye. See you later.”
She kissed him on his
forehead and left.
“Jack. Please stand up. We
want you to understand that our job is to take you to the school – not to argue
whether you are going. We are ready to use every force necessary so just
undress and place your hands on your back.”
The boy slowly did what he
was told. When he was finished John moved behind him. Very fast wrapped a
leather piece around the forearms on the boy and fastened leather straps to two
leather cuffs on the upper part of the arms. The boy was now unable to use his
arms. He started to protest when John pulled an isolation hood over his head.
Fritz joined in holding him still. John put a diaper on the boy and each took
the boy under his arms virtually carrying to the car. They strapped him with a
custom-made 4-point seat belt and went to the airport where a private plane
waited for them.
Well arrived in
Once on the school they
unbuckled the restraint and placed cuffs on his wrist and feet so they could
hoist him in the lacing bar. When his body was almost stretched entire out, he
wailed from the pain.
Jack removed the isolation hood
and gave him the welcome speech. When he showed him the uniformed him
complained at once. “That is girls wear. You can not have me wearing that.” He
cried. Jack was not a man of many words. He quickly wrapped the fabric around
the boy’s waist and began to tug. The boy yielded and tried to pull the
restraints, but the result was certain. Yields became groans and the groans
ended up in small grunts whenever Jack pulled the laced. He placed his foot on
the boy’s back and pulled the laced to tight that they had to use smelling salt
when Jack passed out two or three times during the process.
Again it was a broken
student they could lower to the floor.
When he was fully placed in
restraints they took him to the room with isolation hoods. He was placed in a chair
on a 5 x 8 hour isolation period, which was mandatory for reluctant students.
“Another job well done.”
Fritz was worried. Paula
was an 18-year-old girl, which had been placed at the school for 8 months ago.
Her parents had a divorce and as a result of the broken up home their normally
overachieving daughter had begun to date boyfriend and having sex.
So she was sent to Meditation Inlet,
but her treatment was not finished when she turned 18 and according to the law
they could not held her here if she did not want it herself. Paula entered the
office.
Fritz started: “You are
here because I first of all want you to congratulate you with your birthday and
secondary because we are going to offer you a voluntary treatment plan until
you are
“Forget it. I want to go
home. Put me on a plane and I am out of here.”
“Of course. If it is what you want. However.
Your parents would not receive you. You will get 50 dollars, your passport and
a plane ticket to
“What. But I live in
“That is your problem. And
I also have to inform you that your parents would not pay for any further education
if you decide to leave this school now.”
“That is blackmail! Forget
it. I am going anyway.”
“Fine. Leave the office. We will meet here so you can get
some clothes so you can travel.”
The next morning they stood
in the office. Paula was naked and she was noticeable weakened because her body
was not used to go without a corset.
Here are your clothes for
your journey. If you remember how you were brought here, you did not have a lot
of clothes with you, so I have convinced your parents to sponsor a suit out of
pure kindness.
“I can not travel like
that. People would think that I am a hooker.”
“That is the only clothes
we are able to buy from our supplier at the present time.”
“I just want to go, so I
have no choice I guess.”
“Well. It is your choice.
Here is the plane ticket and your money. Dress into your clothes. I will send
in a female guard to help you with the corset.”
When he returned 10 minutes
later, Paula was finished and stud in her new clothes. She wore a red PVC
corset and had net stockings with 6-inch high heels. Besides that she only had
a black PVC jacket. She looked like a tart. No one would hire her looking like
that. She would be living in the streets or at a shelter for the homeless.
Fritz handed her a small handbag.
“Here this is for your
plane ticket and money. You will also find a calling card with a number you can
call anytime, if you rethink your decision. Before you go, I also have a phone
call for you.”
He pushed a bottom on the
phone and Paula heard a familiar voice. It was her father.
“Hey! Pumpkin.
I just want to bid farewell to my daughter before I loose her. I know bye my
heart that we won’t be seeing each other any more. Your brother also has a word
to say to you.”
Her brother was crying
sounding as he was very convinced that his sister now was about to die. Finally
an obvious tear-wetted mother said farewell to her once bellowed daughter. In
his mind Fritz send a grateful thought to the parent’s manual and some of the
courses the school held in the state. Paula was emotional touched by the
phone-call and Fritz knew that they had successfully planted a little doubt in
her mind.
Paula left the office with
tears running down her chins. He saw her taxi go off for the airport. How many
days would it be before she called in and wanted back?
Fritz was summoned to
Günter’s office where a very worried manager greeted him.
“What is the problem?”
“We had a power failure
yesterday and our uninterruptible power supply did not work as intended. We
lost our supplies of this month semen.”
“I did not know that we
kept semen. What purpose serves the semen supply?”
“I have not told you about
it. We are a subcontractor to one of the largest sperm banks in the states. Of
course no one knows from where we get the semen. When a new student enters the
school, we test him for all kind of sickness. If the tests are good, all the
semen collected during the mandatory masturbation session on Saturdays would be
stored here and send to the states every month.”
“And the school earns extra
money!”
“Yes. The best of the all
is that no one is hurt. Long-term denial at males means a higher risk of
prostate cancer, so it is good for the boys. A lot of people up in the states
can’t have a baby of their own. Those people we help too. But of course it is a
secret because it could look wrong in the eyes of our customers – the parents.”
“It is always nice to know
that we help out with making this world a better place to live. But how can we
produce almost a whole month production?”
“We have to milk the boys
every day.”
“Would it not be
unhealthy?”
“Not if we care extra for
them regarding food intake, minerals and vitamins.”
“Let’s go then!”
The first
three boys were led into the “cow-stable”, as the milking room was named and
fastened on some gynaecology treatment tables. Ones
they had straps strapped around their body and their feet were bound in the
stirrups, a nurse carefully removed the leather flap covering his genitals and
teased his scrotum so the penis became erect. It was never a problem with these
kids.
Being
the victim for long-term denial meant that they were so sensitive towards every
touch to those areas of their body. Also the fact that most of them were hardly
experienced in sexual activities combined with the rather strange and bizarre
surroundings, contributed by making them being on their toes. The sensation in
their young bodies was for most of them a new strange feeling they did not know
how to handle.
As
soon as the pre-cum was visible a special masturbator were force on them. It
was transparent so the staff could see when they have milked the boy. In order
to increase their senses an isolation hood were pulled over their heads.
Now
they were ready. The masturbators were started and it caused a visible reaction
by the boys. Their bodies tensed up and the nurse checked the restraints. Of
course there was no problem. After a minute the first boy came and the nurse
checked every table helping a little with her hand.
The
whole process had not taken more than 5 minutes and normally the next step was
to release the first set of boys and send in the next team, but due to the
shortage of semen, every team was to be milked twice.
It
was obvious that it was more difficult for the nurse to ensure the erection the
second time. She had to use a cock ring on two of the boys. Once prepared, the
process started over again. This time sobbing sounds were heard from inside the
hoods and the nurse knew that she had to be careful when she massaged the
scrotums because they were tender.
The
second batch was released from two of the boys but the last one had
difficulties. The nurse lubricated the prostate massager and inserted it
gently. She was very skilled and after 30 seconds the last boy reached his
climax.
The
boys were cleaned and when the leather flap was in place, they were released.
They had to be supported and were visible weakened. None of them dared to ask
why they were milked twice. As it the rules in Meditation Inlet stated talking to the
staff was only allowed when a student was addressed.
It
took the rest of the afternoon to milk all the boys and during the entire week
every boy was milked twice.
At the end of the week most of the boys were so emotional worn down, that they cried when the staff came to take them to the “cow-stable”.
On Friday one of the boys
panicked when he entered the “cow-stable” and passed out. Nevertheless, they
milked him while he was unconscious.
Fritz was rolling the boy
out on a stretcher while he was conversing with the nurse.
“Are we close at the
target?”
“Yes, we have reached the
normal volume; we would normally produce during a month.”
“What about tomorrow? We do
milk them every Saturday.”
“I have talked with Günter
and we have decided to give them this week off. Milking is also a kind of
security measure against the students having sex if they should succeed in
tampering with the leather flap but now we have milked them twice for five
days. Their genitals are now so tender that they don’t want to do anything with
it for the next week. I don’t think that anyone of them would even think of
sex, so we skip the next milking session.”
It was a day of celebration
at Meditation Inlet. 20 students were
ready to leave the school and all were busy.
Graduation was held in a
secluded area at the campus. In order to graduate the students had made it to
level 4 before marts. Two nights before the graduation the guards in the middle
of the night waked them and escorted them to the secluded area.
Speaking of graduation was
strictly forbidden. It could distract the attention of the students from the
studies. Often the rest of the students woke in the morning with an empty bed
beside them. Günter had put a lot of research into that subject when he started
the school and they had chosen this approach because they would spare the
students left behind for the emotional stress of saying goodbyes to the
graduates.
The next day they had to
try on dresses. Because the school was run with a Victorian theme the gowns the
girl wore, were replicates from that period. They were also issued corsets
without shoulder-straps, but their corsets were laced just a tight as the old
one.
The boys wore under-breast
corset and a dress suit and on their head they had a top hat on.
The most difficult task for
the students was however to walk up to podium where they would be given their
exam papers. Both male and females had a pair of locking high heels on. So
besides fitting gowns and dresses also walking practice took time preventing
the students from doing naughtiness throughout the day. It was a matter of
keeping them busy. The parents for the majority of them were already on their
way from all over the states and
In the evening they were
strapped in their bed for the last time. Tomorrow they would be welcomed back
into a family – their own family.
At
The boys got a well-needed
haircut and for the first time in month’s even years for some of them, they
looked as young men again.
When they were ready they
were lead to the graduation hall where they were placed in a chair where they
were buckled to the chair with cuffs to the armrest and a wide leather strap
around their waist.
A facemask, which covered
their eyes and mouth, was also put on them and earplugs were inserted, so they
could not hear what was going on.
Slowly the families entered
the hall and took their seat. When all were present Günter mounted the podium
where he started the ceremony by welcoming the families and made a speech about
the lack of values youth in the western world live by and how these families
should fell so lucky that they were able to save their children from certain
death.
When the speech was done,
he called the family to the podium one by one and when a student’s family was
standing there the guards freed the student and remove the earplugs and
blindfold. First they were a little confused by the assembly in the hall, but
soon the recognised their own family and there was a lot of tears and hugging.
Every time a student came
up to the podium the process was the same. First the family hugged the student
and welcomed him or her back in their family. Then Günter asked the student to
kneel on a spanking bench. A guard lifted the gowns on the girls so their
underwear was visible. The boys just had to drop their trousers.
The father or mother was
handed a cat-o-nine-tale and their task was now to administer one blow
corresponding to the student’s age.
This part of the ceremony
served two purposes.
Most of the student
received about 16 to 21 blows. Of course – it was a celebration after all - it
was a light whip, so there was no blood even if it seems that some of the
parents had to blow some steam off. In some cases some of the siblings were
encouraging their brother or sister during the whipping. Some of the students
were quietly sobbing at the end, but as soon as the last blow had been
administered, the family hugged and comforted their child.
Günter then handed the exam
paper to the student and wished good luck in the future and the family with
their new old member went back to their seats.
When all students had been
joined together with their family they went to the dining hall where all joined
in for a banquet. A local band had been hired and for the students it was the
first music they had heard since they had sat their feet on the school campus.
It was also the first time
they had enjoyed alcohol, and as the evening progressed the atmosphere became
more and more merry. It became very plain that alcoholism was a sickness that
could be inherited.
Bonds were formed between
the families and it was past
Fritz sat in a chair with a
bottle of wine. He thought of how strange it must be for the student to sleep
without a corset and with their hands free instead of the gloves. He knew that
Günter and some staff members would go to the motel and offer the students
corsets for a fair price so they could continue to be laced for a period until
they their bodies had adjusted to do without a corset. Some the students would
never go without corset for the rest of their lives. A trim body would be their
key to society.
But also another feeling
overwhelmed Fritz. The wine, female companionship made him think about Ann and
the twins. In the morning, he went to Fritz and quit the job. Later that day he
flew back to
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