The Willows School for Problem Girls By BDSM_Tourguide Chapter One: Pam's Introduction The bus ground to a halt in a mix of crunching gravel and squeaking brakes. The girls, in their one-piece, blue jumpsuits, were led off the bus by the two female guards. They were all lined up along the side of the bus and their names were called one by one by one of the guards. As each name was called, the corresponding girl answered 'here.' A tic was made on the page next to each girl's name as they replied. Pam could hardly believe the last fifteen months of her life. It was all such a blur. She had no idea how she'd managed to end up here. It was a classic case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. She had been walking home from school one day, not in the merry, merry month of May, but on a cold December afternoon. The snow was at least thirty centimeters and she was shivering so badly that she'd lost her books three times already. Suddenly, Pam had heard a noise off the path she was walking. Before she knew what was happening, two girls had burst from the woods along one side of the path. One of the girls knocked her books out of her hands and thrust a gun and a sack into her trembling arms. The other girl threw a red book bag at her feet. Then, as soon as both the girls had appeared, they disappeared into the woods lining the other side of the path. Pam was left standing there, looking about in amazement and wondering what had just happened. She started to collect her books again, laying the gun and sack to one side and moving the book bag out of the way. She began to collect her soggy text books, hoping they would dry out and not be ruined. The next thing Pam knew, more people were plunging out of the woods near her. This time, it was two police officers that appeared noisily out of the brush. Before Pam could say anything, she was on her belly, on the ground and in handcuffs. Turns out that the sack the girls had given her was full of marijuana and the book bag was full of stolen cigarettes and other tobacco products from a convenience store holdup that had only occurred a few moments before. The police, believing Pam had done the robbery, arrested her and took her to jail. Pam tried to explain in court that the other girls had thrust the items one her, but no one believed her. The convenience store clerk saw only one girl. Unknown to Pam, the other girl had waited outside as lookout. The girl the clerk has seen was heavy-set like Pam and had a gun exactly like the one the police had found with Pam. Even Pam's friends and neighbors had said in court that she was 'a little off.' Her parents even had to admit that Pam had been keeping mostly to herself lately and spent most of her time in her room. They secretly feared that she was using drugs, but didn't know how to confront her about it. In a statement to the press, Pam's mother broke down into tears and proclaimed that she 'wished they had confronted Pam about her drug use sooner.' The trial was over even before it had begun and Pam was found guilty of armed robbery, possession of stolen goods, possession of marijuana with the intent to distribute and fleeing the police. However, because Pam was only fifteen and she had no other criminal record, she was sentenced to reformatory school rather than to jail time. She'd been in a reformatory school for just over a year when her life took another unexpected twist. Pam constantly had troubles with the other girls because she was overweight. The other girls teased her mercilessly for being fat, even though some of the girls teasing her were heavier than she was. One day, three girls cornered Pam in a washroom at the school and threatened her with a knife. Pam screamed at the top of her lungs and swung at the girls with her book bag. She managed to hit the girl with the knife squarely in the jaw, causing the girl to lose the knife. The other two girls bolted from the washroom as quickly as their legs would carry them. Pam picked up the knife to turn in to one of the teachers when the door opened and one of the teachers saw what looked like Pam threatening a girl lying on the floor with a swelling jaw. The other girl played it up, too. She immediately began to scream that Pam was trying to kill her and that Pam had forced her into the washroom at knifepoint and beat her. The teacher instantly called for a guard and Pam was arrested again. Pam was charged with aggravated assault and, as part of a plea bargain, pled guilty to avoid jail time. Instead, she was sentenced to another reformatory school until she was twenty-one. That is what brought her here. Looking up past the guard calling the names, Pam saw a wrought iron gate connecting to a high red brick wall. Above the gate was a wrought iron sign professing this to be the 'The Willows School for Problem Girls.' Pam also noticed three women approaching the gate from a walk inside the wall. The gate swung open as the women approached it and the three women crossed the short, gravel covered drive to where the girls were standing lined up near the bus. One if the women, an older lady, had a clipboard, too. She flipped page by page and looked up as if identifying girls with pages on the clipboard. As she flipped to one page on the clipboard, she looked up at one of the girls to Pam's right and said, "Martine, Elaine? You are Elaine Martine?" A short, dark haired girl nodded and said yes. "That's Miss Macaw, dear. Saying just yes will not do here. Remember that and all of you and I will get along well. Forget it and we will not have a good relationship." She turned back to the girl and asked again, "You are Elaine Martine?" This time the girl answered "Yes, Miss Macaw." "Very good, Elaine." She turned to one of the women behind her, a tall woman with dark brown hair pulled into a bun. "Miss Chaucer, the shackles, if you will." The dark haired woman stepped forward and Pam could see she was holding two sets of metal irons designed to fit around the wrists and the ankles. Miss Chaucer fitted the shackles on Elaine Martine's wrists first and then her ankles. The chains only left Elaine about three inches between her wrists and only about a foot between her ankles. Elaine looked up at Miss Macaw, stricken and obviously wondering what in the hell was going on. Miss Macaw did not look back at her. Instead, she kept moving down the line of girls, looking from the clipboard to each girl. In short order, Miss Macaw stopped in front of Pam and said, "Wilson, Pamela. You are Pamela Wilson?" Pam's heart sank. She said "Yes, Miss Macaw" in a voice barely above a whisper. "What, dear? I did not hear you. Speak clearly." Miss Macaw said, her eyes beaming into Pam's own. Pam immediately dropped her gaze to her feet and said again, "Yes, Miss Macaw." "Good, dear." She turned again to Miss Chaucer and repeated the order for shackles to be brought. Soon, Pam was fixed into a set of shackles just like Elaine had been earlier and Miss Macaw finished her observation of the new girls. Actually, there had only been one other girl after Pam, as they had been ordered to get on and off the buss alphabetically. Miss Macaw and the two other women with her moved away from the girls and spoke to the bus driver. Forms were exchanged and signed, the girls were told to step away from the bus and form a line in front of the gate. Pam and Elaine had troubles keeping in step with the rest of the girls, as their movements were severely restricted. Soon, the bus pulled away and Miss Macaw and the two other women stepped in front of the line of girls and the Gate to The Willows School for Problem Girls swung open. Miss Macaw ordered that the girls follow her into the school grounds. The other two women fell to the sides of the line, keeping their eyes on the girls. Pam hadn't noticed before, but each woman had on a belt like police wore. Clipped to their belts were pepper spray, handcuffs and a nightstick. The girls were led up the gravel walkway, past a decorative stone fountain and to a large set of heavy oak doors. The grounds of the school were immaculate. The grass was cut short, the fountain was clean and the stoop looked as if it had been recently swept. The line of girls was led through the heavy doors and into the school itself. Miss Macaw closed the door behind the girls with a firm boom that echoed off the walls of the entryway in which they now stood. The door was locked shut by a heavy iron lock. Pam began to look around. It almost looked like a normal school, except for the bars on the outsides of all the large, arched windows. There were tapestries with the school crest sewn into them hanging along the walls of the entryway. There were even photographs of the current and previous staff hanging along the walls. These were all protected inside reinforced glass cases, but the effect was still held, somewhat, of being a normal school. The floors were bare stone tiles, colored slate gray. Ahead of the girls led a hallway that exited the entryway. It was down this hallway that the new girls were taken. The hallway ended in a large set of double doors made of the same heavy oak as the outside doors. However, on the left and right sides of the hallway before the girls reached the double doors, were smaller doors. Miss Macaw unlocked and opened the left side door and the girls were instructed to enter the room beyond. As she stepped into the new room, Pam realized it was almost completely bare. The slate gray floor gave way to blank white walls lit by fluorescent lamps set in the ceiling. However, the only furnishing in the room was a podium. It was behind this podium that Miss Macaw moved to stand. The other two women stood beside the door. In a very clear voice that seemed to carry authority, Miss Macaw addressed the students from behind the podium. "Welcome to the Willows School for Problem Girls," She began. "Here each of you will spend your allotted time gaining an education and learning to be reformed of your criminal behavior. I am your Headmistress, Miss Macaw. Make no mistakes! This is a school, but it is also a prison. You may not go outside except during allotted breaks. You may never go outside of the main gate. Any attempt to do so or to go over one of the walls will result in the revocation of your service at this school and your immediate expulsion. As this is the last stop for all of you before prison, if you are expelled from this school, it will be to join real criminals in real prisons. "You will be educated here. Classes run Mondays through Fridays beginning at eight in the AM and ending at four in the PM. You will be allowed one hour for breakfast before classes, one hour for lunch at the noon hour and one hour for dinner after classes have ceased for the day. A snack will be served at eight in the PM every day. You will be allowed outside recreational time on the grounds after dinner each day. Recreational time lasts from five in the PM to seven in the PM. Tardiness to classes will not be tolerated and will be met with disciplinary action. "You are not confined to your rooms, except after curfew. Curfew is ten in the PM daily. There is a library in which you may read or use a supervised computer terminal. There are three common rooms here where you may play games, watch television or talk with your classmates. There is a heated pool in the basement in which you may swim. The gymnasium facilities may be used when classes are not in session. There are other facilities available to you in the school and your instructors, classmates and the information center located on this floor will be happy to help you locate them. Violating curfew will not be tolerated and will be met with the strictest disciplinary actions. "I will point out to you that, because this is a school for problem girls, violence does happen, but is not tolerated by the staff. Any parties caught fighting or being overly disruptive will be severely disciplined by the staff. Illegal activities such as drug use or weapons will result in your expulsion. Do I make myself clear on that point, Martine and Wilson?" Shocked, Pam looked up. Her mouth was gaping open, but she managed to pull herself together enough to squeak out a "Yes, Miss Macaw." "Furthermore," Miss Macaw continued. "You will be subjected to corporal punishment here. That means we may whip you as long as you are not permanently harmed. We may also employ police tactics if you or the other students become too unruly. I sincerely hope this does not happen, as expulsions are given out freely to those girls that require these tactics. "Now, with the exceptions of Martine and Wilson, the rest of you will be shown to the processing center and then to the information center and to your rooms." One of the women at the door opened it and the girls, except for Pam and Elaine, were led out. The door was closed and locked after everyone else had left the room. Pam heard the double door at the end of the hall open and, a moment later close as the other girls were led through, then everything was silent. Neither of the girls spoke and they both stood where they were when the other girls left. Pam looked around, but the room was pretty bleak. The walls were bare and clean. The floor was dull gray and well swept. There really wasn't anything to look at in here. After what seemed like an hour, Pam heard the double door open again. After the double door was closed again and apparently securely locked, Pam heard a key in the lock of the door of the room in which Pam and Elaine were waiting. The door was opened and in walked Miss Macaw and the other two women. "This way, please." Miss Macaw said, indicating the two girls should exit the room. Pam and Elaine were escorted to the doorway across the hall. Pam looked back and saw one of the other women closing and locking the door from which she had just come as Miss Macaw was unlocking and opening the door into which she would be going. Pam and Elaine entered the new room and were a little startled. This room was a lot different from the other room. The walls and floor were bare stone. There was a drain in the floor of the room and she could see many eye bolts and metal rings mounted in the floor and walls. Along one wall hung may sets of shackles, a variety of chains, various paddles and canes and other implements of restraint and torture. Pam was suddenly very afraid of this place. This wasn't going to be like the other two schools she had been in. This was more like maximum security bad girl's prison than it was a school. One of the women with Miss Macaw was removing Pam's shackles before she even registered the woman had started doing so. She had been so intent on looking about the room she didn't even realize the door had been closed and locked or that Elaine's shackles had already been removed as well. Miss Macaw was sitting behind a heavy table near the door and to the right of it. One of the women, the one Miss Macaw had referred to as Miss Chaucer, was standing behind her watching the two girls. The other woman had finished removing Pam's shackles and was hanging them on the wall as Miss Macaw began to speak. "You two are my 'problem girls' this year." Miss Macaw explained matter-of-factly. "Extra precautions were taken to make sure you didn't start any trouble until after you have been introduced and searched." Pam's heart sank again. She had been searched at her last school, too. This usually involved a degrading strip followed by a rubber glove in her pussy. Pam hated the searches almost more than anything. The only thing she hated worse than the searches were the showers. She hated being naked and hated being naked in front of fifty other girls the most of all. "Alright." Miss Macaw said. "You both have done this before, I am sure. Strip off those clothes and stand over the drain." Groaning inwardly, Pam unzipped her jumper and pulled it open, exposing her plump, round breasts, broad shoulders and large, rounded belly. She slipped the jumper off her arms and down over her wide hips and ample ass to her ankles. She stepped out of it and bent down and picked it up off the floor. She noticed Elaine standing next to her. Elaine had left her jumper on the floor, but had moved it to the side with her foot. Elaine was shorter than Pam by a couple of inches, but was a lot thinner. She wasn't skinny by any means, but she wouldn't be considered plump. Pam noticed that Elaine had a tattoo of the sun around her belly button. She also noticed that Elaine shaved her pussy. Pam preferred not to touch her pussy, so she left it bushy with thick curls. The most Pam ever did to her pussy was to wash it in the shower with soap. Other than that, her pussy had gone unused and unattended by Pam or anyone else. Her jumper was taken from her by one of the women, the same woman that had unshackled her. The woman also made Elaine pick her jumper up and hand it to her. She took them both to hooks on the wall near the door and hung them up. Miss Macaw took a plastic container from under the table. It was one of those plastic storage boxes with a resealable lid that people used for storage. From it, Miss Macaw removed two four liter enema bags and two lengths of rubber tubing already affixed with stopcocks and plastic distribution heads. As Pam goggled at what she was seeing, Miss Macaw handed the two bags to Miss Chaucer, who took them to a sink in the back of the room that Pam had not seen before. Pam heard running water behind her and knew the bags were being filled. Miss Macaw also took a small cardboard box from under the table. From it, she removed two latex gloves. The woman that had hung up Pam and Elaine's jumpers also took two gloves. Both women pulled the gloves on with loud snaps. Pam flinched at the sound. She still had not gotten used to this part. It was in her first school that Pam had technically lost her virginity. The guard doing her search had pushed two lubricated fingers into Pam and broken her hymen. The guard even laughed about her being a virgin afterward. Pam remembered feeling so violated as she slept the night in her bunk with blood trickling from her deflowered vagina. "Turn around and bend over." Miss Macaw instructed both girls imperiously. At once both girls turned around and bent over as far as they could. Pam saw Elaine grab her ankles, but Pam couldn't even come close to touching her ankles because of her overdeveloped girth. Pam felt the woman behind her put on of her gloved hands on her fatty hip to steady her. Pam sucked in a deep breath preparing for the indignity. What she got was a lot more than she was prepared for. The woman pushed what felt like her entire hand into Pam's pussy and probed around, feeling the inner walls of her vagina all the way to her cervix. Pam cried out in pain and nearly fell over. The woman clutched her by her hip and said, "Relax, girl, it's only three fingers. You'll be fine." Her voice was strict and, it seemed to Pam, filled with anger. Miss Macaw had also concluded her examination of Elaine. Pam was about to stand up, but she was kept bent over by the forceful hand of the woman behind her. Before she knew it, her asshole was being filled with latex covered fingers and her rectum was being probed for hidden contraband. Pam cried out again and this time she was joined by Elaine's cry of pain. Pam hazarded a look at Elaine, or rather at Miss Macaw behind Elaine, and saw Miss Macaw forcefully probing Elaine's anal hole with three of her fingers. What shocked Pam the most, though, was the look on Miss Macaw's face. Her face was a mask of delight. She was very obviously enjoying tormenting the girl bent over before her. Pam wondered if the face of the woman behind her looked the same as Miss Macaw's did. Somehow, she was sure it did. Before she knew it, the gloved fingers were removed from her asshole and she was told to stand up and turn around. She was made to stand with her hands on the top of her head and to open her mouth. The woman took her jaw in one gloved hand and peered inside her mouth. She tilted Pam's head back slightly and then stuck two fingers into her mouth. It didn't take Pam long to realize that the fingers she was shoving to the back of her throat were from the same hand as the woman had previously had up her ass. Pam could taste the shit on her tongue and she immediately retched. The woman immediately let go of Pam's jaw and grabbed her by her hair and bent her forward over the drain. Pam threw up at once, her fatty gut heaving up and down and she retched. When she regained her composure, she saw Miss Macaw, Miss Chaucer who had approached from the sink carrying the now filled water bags, the woman who was still holding her hair and even Elaine all looking at her with undisguised disgust. Apparently, Elaine had not received the same treatment from Miss Macaw as Pam had received from the other woman. If she had, Pam was certain she would also be puking through the drain in the floor right now. Pam was roughly stood up. She was aware that she had drool dripping down her chin, but before she was allowed to wipe herself off, she and Elaine were ordered to bend over once again. Pam heard something rattling behind her. As the woman that had forced Pam to taste her own shit approached, Pam saw that she was wheeling over two tall, metal poles with the ends bent to hold the water bottles. Miss Macaw and Miss Chaucer were inserting the rubber tubing into the bottles and, as the third woman wheeled the carts into places, they hung their bags on each pole. Pam felt the woman insert the nozzle into her asshole and once again readied herself for the most horrible experience of her life. This was completely new to Pam. None of the other schools had gone so far as to give them enemas. Miss Macaw mentioned something about this cleaning out anything that might have been shoved up too far for their fingers to reach. The stopcock was opened and Pam's asshole was instantly filled with scalding hot water. It burned so badly that Pam screamed out in pain. She heard Elaine crying out next to her as well and knew the water was equally hot for the both of them. Once her ass was filled to what felt like bursting, the stopcock was closed and the nozzle removed. "Hold it!" Miss Macaw commanded at once. Both girls gritted their teeth and held the burning hot liquid inside them, despite the pain it was causing. "A solution has been added to the water to encourage your bowels to move. Do not expel the waste until you are instructed to do so. If either of you girls is not capable of keeping your liquid in, you will regret it. Do you both understand me?" Through gritted teeth and clenched jaws, both girls managed to gasp out, "Yes, Miss Macaw." The pain was intolerable and it felt like Pam had to hold the solution in her ass for what seemed like hours. She could feel it taking effect, though. Her bowels were cramping and begging for release. Sweat was forming on her forehead and her teeth clenched even harder together. She heard Elaine whimpering at her side. "Alright, both of you squat over the drain and expel." Miss Macaw commanded from behind them. At once both girls squatted over the drain and released the liquid in their bowels. Elaine's back was pressed right up against Pam's wide back and fatty hips as they both tried to keep the expellant going directly into the drain. Both girls finished releasing the liquid in loud, juicy squirts and Miss Macaw ordered them to get back up again and bend over. Again the nozzle was shoved into Pam's ass and again the stopcock was released and again her asshole was filled with scalding hot solution. Both Pam and Elaine were whimpering this time, tears springing into their eyes. Once they were filled to the rim again, they were made to hold the fluid even longer this time before they were allowed to expel the liquid down the drain in the floor. Pam was crying when she finally emptied her bowels, the pain was so intense. There was no relief for either girl, though, for once again they were ordered back to their feet and again they were ordered to bend over. The nozzles were replaced in both girls' assholes and they were again filled with hot liquid. Pam cried out in earnest this time. She had never before been so scared and hurt. The nozzles were removed again and the girls were ordered to hold the fluid inside them until commanded to release it. No matter how hard she tried, though, Pam could keep the liquid from trickling out of her asshole. Her sobbing was causing her ass to clench and unclench and the effect was beyond Pam's control to stop. Miss Macaw noticed the liquid dripping down Pam's legs and cried out at her, "What do you think you're doing? Didn't I tell you to keep the liquid inside?" Pam tried to say 'Yes, Miss Macaw,' but all that came out of her mouth were sobs and unintelligible sounds that didn't sound remotely like words. "Answer me, god damn you!" Miss Macaw shrieked right into Pam's ear. "Did I or did I not tell you to hold the liquid inside you? You had better answer me or you will hold that inside you all night long!" Pam steadied herself as much as she could, which wasn't much and said quietly, "Yes, Miss Macaw." "What?" Miss Macaw screamed right into her ear. "I believe I have already told you once to speak up, haven't I? So, now I have to repeat myself to you? Is that it? Are you some kind of special girl that deserves special treatment?" "No, Miss Macaw," Pam manage to gasp out between sobs. "Then answer me, girl." Miss Macaw shrieked again. "Did I not instruct you to hold the liquid inside your filthy fat ass?" "Yes, Miss Macaw." Pam gasped, again between sobs. She could feel the warm water forming a small pool at her feet. The thought of her standing in her own filth was revolting to her, but she willed herself not to throw up again. She knew if she did that the rest of the liquid inside her would come out violently. "Very well, you will be punished for failing to follow my instructions." Miss Macaw hissed in her ear. She commanded both girls to squat and empty themselves. Pam was only too happy to relieve herself. This was miserable. This was the most miserable she had ever felt. She didn't know how she could live with this. She was completely out of her element now. None of the schools had been this bad, especially not the teachers or the guards. Definitely not the headmistress, either. The last headmistress was a large woman, bigger than Pam by a hundred pounds easily. That woman never left her office and Pam suspected that she spent most of her day eating. The woman had always smelled like cheeseburgers. The girls were again instructed to bend over and their asses were again filled with hot solution, but this time Pam was ordered to lie down with her face over the drain. She was so shocked a terrified by this command that she almost lost her liquid as soon as it was given. Luckily for her, she kept it in and was able to get down onto the floor and lie on her back with her face facing up toward the ceiling. "Bring the retractor," Miss Macaw told one of the other women, Pam couldn't see which one. Soon, what felt like a metal bit was forced between her teeth. She looked and saw the woman that had violated her ass pushing something metal into her mouth. Suddenly the bit was opening and her mouth was being forced open. No matter what she tried, Pam could not close her mouth or bite down. Stark realization of her predicament dawned on her. She was now lying over the drain in the floor, her mouth held wide open and a girl standing nearby with an ass full of enema solution and shit. Pam tried to cry out and to get up, but she was forced back down again by the boot of the woman that had put the metal thing in her mouth. Pam's ass involuntarily emptied in her terror, causing the liquid inside her to gush all over the floor of the room. Miss Macaw and the woman holding Pam to the floor both chuckled as Pam noisily and violently emptied her liquid all over the floor. Pam immediately knew that this was not a good sign. Miss Macaw looked at Elaine and said, "You may release." Pam shrieked in pure terror. She tried to move her head, but every time she tried to turn it, the woman moved it back with her boot. Pam watched in absolute horror as Elaine squatted directly over her face. All Pam could focus her eyes on was Elaine's dripping asshole. Pam was completely terrified. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Then at once it happened. Elaine's sphincter opened and a gush of hot solution poured over Pam's face and into her mouth. She had barely gotten her eyes closed before the liquid hit her face. She could taste the fluid in her mouth and tried to force it out with her tongue. The woman holding her down moved her boot off Pam's chest and Pam immediately rolled over pouring the shit and liquid from her mouth into the drain. She was retching and sobbing violently. Pam was still lying there as Elaine was allowed to wipe her ass with napkins and dress. Elaine was escorted out of the room by Miss Chaucer, presumably to begin her processing and her tour. "Miss Warrington, please punish this girl for refusing to obey my orders then process her and show her to the information center and her room, please." Miss Macaw had taken off her gloves and begun to unlock the door as she was speaking. She stepped out and locked the door behind her, leaving Pam alone in the room with Miss Warrington. "What did she mean?" Pam asked. "What's that?" Miss Warrington had moved to the hooks on the wall and was taking something off one of them. "What did she mean when she said punish me for not following orders?" Pam asked, unsteadily. "I thought I had already been punished for not holding my liquid." "Yes, you have." Miss Warrington said, smiling satisfied to her herself. "Now, you will be punished for not speaking in a clear tone of voice." "I can be punished for that?" Pam asked, incredulous. "That's hardly fair!" "Well, you know what they say. Life is unfair." Miss Warrington crossed the room to stand over Pam. "Actually, you can be punished for a wide variety of things here. The thing is that we're not here to coddle you and we're not here to be your mommies. We're here to teach you and to discipline you so that when you go back out into the world, you do not continue your criminal activities. If that means us taking a very firm hand with our students and disciplining them harshly for infractions, then that's what it takes." Miss Warrington was snapping a metal cuff to Pam's wrist. The wrist was then pulled backward and a cuff was attached to her ankle as well. The chain left about a foot of pull, so Pam was uncomfortable, but could still breathe. "See? As Miss Macaw said in your introduction, this place is the last step before prison for you girls. We tend to get the worst girls here. You and Martine happen to be the worst of the worst on this busload." Miss Warrington was now fixing a second chain to Pam's other wrist and ankle, forcing Pam onto her chest with her ass stuck way up in the air. Her legs were forced apart and she was well-aware of her openness to Miss Warrington. She feared the woman might go and get another glove and see how much of her hand she could stick inside her again. Miss Warrington continued, "We get girls in here for violence all the time, but our really violent offenders like you and Martine, we like to keep a special eye on. We don't like to get surprised by some girl making a shiv out of her toothbrush and stabbing another student, so we try to quash the violent girls as soon as possible after they arrive." Miss Warrington had moved across the room again to the wall with all the hooks. She had taken something off the wall, but Pam had no idea what. Pam then heard the heels of Miss Warrington's boots echoing off the floor as she approached Pam again. "Okay, cow, for disobeying the Headmistress' orders, you are to be given twenty lashes by flogger." Miss Warrington announced to Pam. "Twenty lashes... Wait... What..." Pam was cut off as the first blow from the heavy, eight tailed flogger fell squarely across her wide, round ass with a loud crack. Pam cried out in surprise and pain. "Count, cow." Miss Warrington hissed. "I'm not going to keep track for you, you know? So, count the lashes or I'll just hit you until you do." The flogger fell again, this time striking only Pam's left butt cheek. The sound was horrifying to Pam. It was almost like thunder, but a lot sharper and higher in pitch. The pain was also startling. She'd been spanked before, but never by anyone using this kind of force or with this kind of instrument. "Two." Pam panted the side of her face pressing into the drain in the floor. Tears were coming into her eyes again. The flogger cracked down again, this time across here right butt cheek. Miss Warrington hissed at Pam, "Does the English system of numerology begin with the number two, cow?" "No." Pam answered her eyes tearing badly now and her ass stinging as if she'd already had a long spanking. The flogger cracked down on Pam's right butt cheek again. This time, Pam cried out a little as the pain began to intensify. Miss Warrington hissed again, "Then, what number should you start with, cow?" "One." Pam said, biting back tears. "Then start again, at one this time." Miss Warrington said. Without further ado, the flogger was brought down painfully across both of Pam's ass cheeks. She cried out again and exclaimed, "One!" "Good cow. You do understand how to count." Miss Warrington said with obvious distaste. She brought the flogger down again across Pam's left cheek and Pam counted for her. The right cheek next, followed by Pam's sobbing exclamation of the number three. The next blow fell across both cheeks at the same time. Miss Warrington was getting into a pattern, it seemed. She would do the left first, then the right and then both at once. The flogger came down again and again in this pattern, harder it seemed to Pam with every lash. By ten, Pam was crying out at every stroke and sobbing violently. By the twelfth stoke, Pam was screaming at every lash and her breath was coming out in gasps through her sobs. "That's it, cow, scream for me." Miss Warrington panted. It didn't sound like she was panting from exhaustion, though. The way she panted made her think of the adult movies she'd seen her brother downloading off the internet. It sounded like Miss Warrington was in ecstasy. By the sixteenth stroke, Pam was almost bawling to hard to count anymore. To be sure, Miss Warrington got two free strokes in before Pam was able to compose herself enough to proclaim seventeen. At least Pam hadn't made the mistake of trying to say nineteen. She didn't want to chance Miss Warrington wanting to start over again, so she played it safe. Miss Warrington delivered the last four strokes to Pam's sobbing, gasping counts and, after the last stroke fell, crossed the room again and hung the flogger back on its hook. Pam felt her ass throbbing with each heartbeat. It felt like it was red and swollen, like a really bad sunburn or worse, like when you burnt your finger on a hot pan, but this feeling was all over has ass. Miss Warrington returned and removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. She told Pam to go to the sink and wash off with the cloth there as well as she could and then to get dressed. Pam went to the sink and turned on the taps and took up the cloth. She cleaned her face and ass as best as she could. Her ass still throbbed from the beating, but it was more tolerable now. Pam also wiped off her chest and underneath her breasts where she had been sweating. She placed the cloth back where she'd found it in the bottom of the sink and then went to get her jumper. Once she was zipped into her jumper again, Pam was led out of the room and through the double doors of the school itself. Classes were in session still so no one was around at the moment, but the place was beautiful. If you didn't notice the heavy locks on all the doors and the iron bars outside of all of the wonderfully crafted window, you'd never know this was a bad girls' school. Pam seemed to be in some kind of main entry hall or something. To her immediate right was a red door and a long window, above which was labeled in bright red letters 'Processing Center.' Across the room from Pam was an open doorway through which she could see several desks with women sitting behind them. Above the door, in green, were the words 'Information Center.' A hallway led off past the Information Center, presumably to classrooms, but Pam did not know for sure yet. To Pam's left was a huge, well-crafted wooden staircase leading at least to the second floor of the school. It might have led all the way up to the third floor, but Pam couldn't see that far, so she didn't know. Past the staircase, the left wall had many huge windows looking out over the grounds. Through them, Pam could see the rich green grass and a few trees outside. To either side of the staircase were several large pots with various types of plants, flowers and small trees growing in them. The foliage inside made the place seem like it was less hostile and a lot more hospitable. "In here, please," Miss Warrington said, holding the red door open for Pam. The inside of the Processing Center looked like a cross between a high school admitting desk and a police booking room. Three women worked behind the long red counter. There was a station for fingerprinting to be done, a station for photographs to be taken and a station for paperwork to be filled out and filed. Pam was subsequently processed into the Willows School system. She was fingerprinted, photographed and her admission papers were processed. Once she was processed, Pam was taken to the Information Center where she was given and school map and a handbook of student conduct and activities. Pam was allowed to select and enroll into classes appropriate to her level of education and her comparable grade. Once she had selected her classes, she was given textbooks and a clear plastic book bag in which to keep them. She was instructed not to mark on the bag or to affix any stickers or decals onto it. If she did, she was told she would be punished and given a new book bag. At the mention of the word punished, Pam's ass tingled involuntarily. Once she was enrolled into her classes, given her books and supplies, Pam was led down the hallway past the Information Center. This hallway took Pam past the library and the three gymnasium facilities, according to her map. Also, the walls of the gymnasiums and the library that faced in the hallway were made of reinforced glass so Pam could see inside them. The library was nearly deserted, but looked cozy. Many stacks of books were visible through the glass wall through which Pam was looking, as was a nice-looking sitting area. Pam noticed a periodicals rack near the sitting area, too. She could see the library desk near the door and the computer stations beyond the desk. In two of the gymnasiums, Pam saw classes playing basketball and in the other she saw a class learning some sort of martial art. Pam and Miss Warrington passed by the library and the gymnasiums and into another area of the school. A sign hanging from the ceiling proclaimed that this area was the dormitories. A large room similar to the one in which the Processing and Information Centers were housed greeted Pam here. To her right was a room with a glass wall similar to the library and the gymnasiums. Through the glass Pam could see that this was one of the common rooms Miss Macaw had talked about before. She could see a big screen television, a ping pong table, an air hockey table and a snack area. There were several tables in the room on which games could be played. Pam even saw shelves of games that could be selected. The wall opposite Pam and the wall to her left were lined with doors. Each door was made of a metal frame, painted black, with a reinforced glass panel set into it. The effect was similar to prison doors in which the inmate, or girl in this case, could be locked in and could see out, but also the guards could see in. On each door's glass panel was affixed a name plate, identifying the occupant of the room. Along the wall to Pam's immediate left, there was another red door and a long reinforced window. Above this window, in bright red letters, was written 'Dormitory Security.' Pam was led up the staircase exiting this room, exactly as the staircase in the main entryway exited that room. Pam was taken all the way up to the third floor and to a doorway in the corner of the left wall. She noticed the name plate on the door already held a plaque with her name. Miss Warrington opened the door for Pam. Each door had two locks. One could be locked and unlocked by a key given to the student so other girls could not go into their rooms while the occupants were gone and steal items. These locks could also be opened with a guard's key. The other lock could only be opened by a guard's key. These locks were the ones used to keep girls in their rooms for disciplinary measures or confinement. Pam entered her room and looked around. Looking in from the doorway the room was laid out about like any other dorm room she'd ever seen. To one side was a single bed and small table for a television or radio. To the other side was a desk with built-in lamp, a plastic chair, a plastic waste basket and a shelf for books or personal effects. There was one light in the ceiling set into the ceiling itself and covered by a plastic fixture flush to the edge of the ceiling tiles. Pam was told that each floor had one washroom which every girl on that floor shared. Showers could be used at any time during the day, except after curfew. Pam was told that most girls preferred to shower either before breakfast or after the evening recreational break. Shower facilities were also available in the gymnasiums and washrooms were located throughout the school for occasional toilet breaks. Clean linens had been placed on the mattress of the bed. A clean jumper and a clean pair of standard issue canvas prison shoes had been placed on the shelf near the desk. Also on the shelf was a plastic cup, toothbrush and a key for her door lock. Miss Warrington pointed out to Pam the intercom set into the wall next to her door. She told Pam that the intercom could be used to call the guards in an emergency or to call down to the security desk to let them know she had to leave her room for late night toilet breaks or if she needed anything like sanitary products or whatnot. Miss Warrington informed Pam that dinner would begin in a little over an hour. Pam was told to stay here until she heard the dinner bell. Miss Warrington recommended that Pam use the time to make her bed and read her handbook. Miss Warrington left the room and Pam was alone for the first time since before she'd gotten on the bus earlier that day. She looked around her new room. This was the room in which she would spend most of her time for the next five years. It wasn't so bad. Well, the room wasn't so bad anyway. So far, the treatment had been the most shocking of Pam's life. She knew that she was going to have to strive to be extra careful to be on her best behavior here. Pam made her bed with the white sheets and red cotton blanket provided for her. There was no pillow. So, Pam sat down on the bed and opened her handbook and started to get familiar with her new home and school.
The Willows School for Problem Girls By BDSM_Tourguide Chapter Two: Tish's Introduction "Let's take her to the washroom and all take turns pissing on her!" Wanda said excitedly. "That would be fun." "Nah. We did that last week." Bertha said. "I want to do something more fun." "I thought that was fun." Wanda pouted. Bertha grabbed a fistful of Wanda's hair and pulled the slight girl to her mouth. Shoving her tongue deep into Wanda's mouth, Bertha gave her a long, slurping kiss. "Don't worry, shit breath. We're going to do some fun shit to her today. That's for damned sure." Bertha said after finishing the lengthy kiss. She shoved Wanda away from her and continued down the corridor. Behind Bertha and Wanda were five other girls. Four of the girls, along with Bertha and Wanda, wore denim jackets with their Willows School uniforms of white button-up blouses and khaki slacks. It looked ridiculous, but every girl in the school knew that, if a girl wore a denim jacket, she was not to be fucked with. Bertha and the others had to do a lot of extra 'chores' for Miss Macaw to be allowed to have these jackets and each girl wore them like a badge of honor. The fifth girl looked as if she did not belong with this crowd at all. She was fair and slim, blonde and carried an air of haughtiness about her. Presently, however, she was being held by two of the girls in denim jackets and a third had a fistful of her hair. She was being forced along a third floor corridor above one of the gymnasiums. She looked absolutely miserable, and probably for good reason. Usually, people in this sort of situation found themselves living the next few hours of their lives in some form of misery or another. The girl in question's name was Tish. She'd been at the Willows School for nearly six months now, ever since it was discovered that she'd been secretly getting high on ecstasy, smoking weed and carrying a flask of gin with her, even in her classes. Tish was caught when she showed up to her prom in a drunken, ecstasy-induced stupor, much to the horror of her boyfriend, who happened to be a starting quarterback of the school's football team. By the time she was arrested at the dance, she had a flask of gin, two tabs of ecstasy and a gram and a half of cocaine in her system. She was also completely nude on one of the banquet tables with a cock in her mouth, ass, pussy and each hand. On top of that, a line-up of students, not all boys, had formed near the table. Each student was waiting their turn to fuck or be sucked off by the head cheerleader. The police, when first witnessing the scene, thought the girl was being gang raped until Tish tried to unzip one of the officer's pants and go down on him. Tish was arrested on a bevy of charges and carted off to jail. Despite all her wealthy family's influence, there was no way Tish could avoid some kind of punishment. The scandal had made its way all through the affluent community and, although not one parent would admit that their child had taken part in the sex-crazed excursion, every parent wanted Tish locked away forever or, at the very least, taken from the community. Given Tish's family's affluent status, she was sent to the best and most respected of schools for delinquents, the Willows School. Tish was doing well at the Willows School, too, for about three weeks anyway. Then one Friday during the dinner hour, Tish had her most shocking brush with fate ever. Not looking where she was going, Tish had accidentally run into Bertha and had spilled tea on Bertha's coveted denim jacket. From that moment on, Tish's life became hell. After Bertha and her gang beat Tish until she couldn't stand up, they took the limp and helpless girl to a mostly-unused washroom on the third floor above one of the gymnasiums and really began going to work on her. At least once a week for the last five months, Tish was grabbed from the dining hall or coming out of a washroom, escorted to the third floor and was used as a toilet and pissed or shit on, or both. She was made to eat pussy and asshole like they were candy and she was a seven year old with a sweet tooth. She was made to fist pussies and assholes and was made to take fingers, dildos and strap-ons in every serviceable orifice. She was regularly beaten, though never in a way that the guards would ask about. She had even been made to do completely humiliating and degrading tasks like lick the toe-jam from between each girl's unwashed feet or, once, she had been made to lick dog shit from one of the girl's shoes after that girl had 'accidentally' stepped in it during the lunch recreation break. Now, the girls had Tish again and were escorting her to one of their playrooms on the third floor. Bertha's gang has a few rooms, mostly completely vacant, that they would take their victims to in order to have some privacy. Usually, this was done after dinner and before lights out, so the girls could have several hours to play with their 'toy' before lights out was called. "So, what are we going to do with her, B?" Wanda prodded. "Come on, tell me. Please?" The please was actually a long, almost whining sound designed to make Bertha crack and spill her guts about the secret plan du jour. "Shut up, shit mouth." Bertha snapped. "When you need to know, you'll know." "But B..." Wanda started. "Do you want me to kick the crap out of you and then make you eat it, shit breath?" Bertha snapped and wheeled on the smaller girl. "No, B." Wanda said and backed away from the large girl. Wanda was slim and wiry with almost black hair nearly to her shoulders. Bertha, by contrast, was built like a refrigerator. She was nearly six feet tall and sported broad shoulders usually worn by professional athletes. Bertha had dirty blonde hair that she constantly wore in a mullet, despite the fact that her gang kept telling her that mullets and denim jackets had gone out of style nearly twenty years ago. That didn't matter to Bertha. She liked her hair the way it was and that, it had been made clear many times, was final. Despite her size, Bertha didn't have a tit to speak of. She was about as flat as a plank and her nipples even seemed to curve inward, if that was possible. Bertha loved pussy, though. She could eat pussy all day long, if it was offered to her. The juicier the pussy the better it was and the squirmier the girl the better she liked it. Bertha was not the type of dyke to have her pussy eaten though. She preferred a nice, large dildo rammed into her hard and fast. If dildos were not available, which almost never happened in the girls' school, then she liked a fist or two up her cunt until she squirted girl cum all over the fisting party or parties. At once, the group of girls came to the doorway of an unused equipment room. Wanda opened the door for Bertha and the larger girl strode into the room with a sinister air that denoted serious consequences for whoever her intended target was today. The other girls dragged Tish into the room after her and Wanda brought up the read, closing and locking the door behind them all. "You know the drill, bitch." Bertha said as the Tish was thrust into the center of the room. Tish, eyes tear-filled, immediately began to disrobe. She knew better than to try to get away or scream for help or refuse an order from Bertha or any of the other girls, because the result was always the same. Whatever plan Bertha had was going to be carried out. Whether it was a day later or after a lengthy gang beating from all the girls, whatever Bertha had on her mind was going to get done. Tish kicked off her shoes, pulled off her blouse and khakis, unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders to expose her small, pert tits and then slid off the white cotton, standard issues Willows School panties, showing her freshly shaved pussy. Tish now stood before the group of girls completely naked, her fair white skin nearly glowing in the din fluorescent lighting. Her clothes she kicked into a pile in the corner. "Now, do us, ghost." Bertha ordered. She hated the fact that Tish, the bitch, was pale and blonde, so she made fun of her as often as she could by calling her ghost. Even if Tish had not spilled that tea on Bertha's jacket, she would have targeted Tish anyway, just because of how she looked. Tish had learned by now that she was not to undress Bertha first. Bertha liked to watch her humiliate herself by undressing all the others first. Tish started on the girl closest to her, Faye was her name. Tish took of Faye's jacket, folded it neatly and placed it on the one shelf in the room. Tish then removed the girl's shoes, blouse, khakis, bra and panties and folded each neatly, placing the stack of clothing on top of the jacket. The shoes, she placed under the shelf directly under the appropriate pile of clothing. Faye was sort of pretty; or she would be if she took care of herself. Faye had dark brunette hair to the middle of her back, but it was always a tangled mess of knots. She had acne pretty badly on her face and shoulders and she never shaved anything. Faye's armpits, pussy and legs were always bushy with dark hair. Tish hated having to do anything to Faye. The girl didn't bathe and she didn't believe in toilet paper, so just smelling her was torture enough. Eating her pussy or her asshole was sheer misery. Tish moved on to the next girl, Faith. Faith was pretty; her hair was always clean and she kept herself in good shape. She had long, dark brown hair to just below her shoulder blades and usually kept it tied back in a pony tail. Faith didn't shave her pussy, but she at least kept her pits and legs smooth. The thing that made Faith the most noticeable was that she had enormous breasts. Her tits were EE cups and the running joke around the gang was that, if someone pissed Faith off, she could always just lay on them and smother them with her titties. Given the rumors around the school, it was surmised that the gang's joke might not be so much a joke. It was rumored that Faith smothering her ex-sweetie was what had landed her in the Willows School to begin with. Once Faith's clothing was placed on the shelf as Faye's had been, she moved on to the next girl. Linda was her name and she was also one of Tish's least favorite people in the gang. Linda was morbidly obese. She probably weighed close to three hundred pounds and she was barely as tall as Tish, which would make her about five feet and six inches tall. Linda was a lot like Faye. She always stunk, never shaved and rarely washed. To be sure, Tish doubted the girl could even reach enough of herself to wash or shave. Linda had frizzy black hair to her shoulders which was usually in such a poor state that she frequently looked like a large, black-tipped cotton swab. Tish tried to finish with Linda as quickly as possible, before moving on to Ellen or Ellie as all the girls knew her. Ellie was the only blonde in the group, not counting Bertha's barely blonde mane. Ellie was shaved from the neck down and was made by the other girls to shower twice daily, have one douche a day and one enema a day. Ellie was the 'treat' of the group. Ellie was the one that Bertha lent out to other girls to pay for favors or services. For instance, if Bertha wanted an extra helping of bean burritos and chili, her favorite food, she would give Ellie to the lunch counter lady for the night and Bertha would get her food. Tish could see why it worked, too. Ellie was very pretty. Her blonde hair fell to the small of her back, even when it was in a pony tail. She was thin and had small, perky tits. She was shorter than Tish by a couple of inches, but with her body frame and her looks, it only added to her value. Once Ellie was undressed and her clothes stacked neatly on the shelf, she moved on to the last girl before Bertha. This girl was Wanda, Bertha's favorite. Wanda was wire-thin and also a brunette. She was Latino and had dark features and a slight Spanish accent. Bertha liked Wanda for two reasons. One, she could kick the shit out of just about anyone in the school, and two, she would do anything Bertha said. Bertha kept Wanda's pussy unshaved because she liked the way Wanda's pubic hair felt against her ass when Wanda was ramming her good and hard with the strap-on. Wanda did shave her armpits and legs, though. If she didn't, she would probably look a lot like an ape. Bertha's pet name for Wanda was shit breath or shit mouth, because Wanda actually enjoyed eating shit. Bertha hardly ever used a toilet she'd just shit on a napkin and give it to Wanda to eat. If Wanda got thirsty or needed some refreshment to wash down the piece of Bertha's shit, she would just get on her knees between Bertha's legs and gulp down a bladder full of urine. Tish could barely stand to watch it when Bertha and Wanda did any of those sorts of thing in front of her; although, over the last five months, Tish had swallowed her fair share of piss, too. Never shit, though. Tish had been shit on a few times, but she'd never had it in her mouth and she surely had never actually eaten it. Finally, Tish came to Bertha. Bertha looked down at Tish with a leering grin that only too plainly showed how happy she was to be torturing Tish as she was. Tish took off Bertha's clothes and placed them on the shelf with the others' clothing. Bertha, despite her lack of tits, had big, round ass and wide hips. In fact, her hips were her only curve. The rest of Bertha was pretty blocky and straight. Bertha never shaved, either, but at least she washed. She had a thick, bushy patch of dirty blonde pubic hair between her legs that grew out even on her thighs. Bertha delighted in shoving her hairy pussy in Tish's face, not to let her lick it, but to see the look on her face while she was rubbing her thick, hairy mass in the ghost's face. "Alright, girls, time to have some fun." Bertha said as soon as Tish had finished undressing her. She grinned evilly at Tish as the girl crossed the floor to stand in front of Bertha and await her commands. "Well, ghost," Bertha started. "You're not in one of our washroom, so you know you're not getting pissed on this afternoon. That ought to make you feel a little better. On the other hand, if you knew what I had in mind, you'd probably rather have tall glasses of every one of our piss." Wanda snickered, but a look from Bertha shut her up. "See, ghost, we all had a long game of basketball in the gym right before dinner, so we're pretty sweaty. You know how clean all of us like to be, so you're going to use your pretty little tongue for a washcloth and lick all of us clean. By the time you're done, all our armpits, asses, cunts and feet are going to smell like your spit or we're going to bring you up here tomorrow and make sure you get it right." Tish groaned inwardly. This was going to be the most disgusting thing she'd ever done. She knew she was going to puke at least once while she was performing. She steeled herself to that fact and just figured it would be over with soon enough. Even if it took her fifteen minute per girl, she'd be out of here in hour and a half. Then she could get some mouthwash and a nice, hot shower and things would be alright after that. "Well, you dizzy bitch, get to work!" Bertha said excitedly. "Start with Ellie. I know she's your favorite, so you can do her first." Tish groaned inwardly again. She was hoping to end with Ellie. There was no way Ellie could be as bad as the rest of them. At least they MADE her take showers. Tish approached Ellie and the shorter girl raised both her arms, revealing freshly shaved armpits glistening with sweat. As Tish approached her, she could begin to smell the girl's body odor. Honestly, it wasn't too bad. She guessed it could be a lot worse. Tish bent slightly at the waist and opened her mouth. She put her tongue against the skin of Ellie's armpit and licked it once. It was salty, yes, but not bad at all. It tasted kind of like ocean water. If she breathed through her mouth while she was doing it, this was not a bad chore at all. She moved to Ellie's other armpit after thoroughly cleaning the first one. After tat, she knelt down and the girl spread her legs so Tish could get to her shaved cunt. Tish reached in and held Ellie's pussy lips apart and licked her from hole to clit several time. She noticed Ellie getting wet while she was cleaning her, so she made a little extra work of it and stuck her tongue deeply into Ellie's pussy and sucked at the juice there. Tish didn't know why she did it, other than the fact that knowing Ellie would get turned on and have to be frustrated kind of made Tish feel a little bit better. Once Tish had finished with Ellie's pussy, much to Ellie's disappointment, Ellie turned around and spread her ass cheeks apart. Tish immediately started licking out the girls' asshole. She shoved her tongue into it as far as it would go and then she licked Ellie all the way to the top of her butt crack. After Tish had licked Ellie's ass completely clean, Ellie turned around again and held up first one foot and then the other for Tish to lick clean. Tish sucked each of Ellie's toes and then licked along the bottoms of each of her feet to make sure they were very clean. Except for the dirt from the floor, this wasn't too bad either. Ellie was in a fair state by the time Tish finished with her. She was panting deeply and it was obvious to everyone that her pussy lips were wet with more than just Tish's spit. "Okay, ghost," Bertha commanded. "Faye's next." Tish almost groaned again, but Faye being second was probably not such a bad thing. Get the stinking bitch done fast and move on. Tish made a mental note to hold her breath as much as possible while doing Faye. Tish approached Faye and the dark-haired girl raised her arms over her head, exposing her thick, hairy armpits. As soon as Faye had raised her arms, Tish could smell her. Her body odor nearly made tears come to her eyes it was so bad. Breathing through her mouth, Tish leaned her face closer to Faye's armpit and started licking it. Faye was a couple of inches taller than Tish, so she didn't have to bend but slightly. Even breathing through her mouth, Tish had to suppress several gags. Faye's sweat was a lot saltier and bitterer than Ellie's and the hair kept getting into her mouth. When she had tried to pick one of the hairs off her tongue, Bertha had told her to leave there or swallow it and stop holding up the line. Tish moved on to Faye's other armpit, licking it as she'd licked the other one before. Then she knelt down for the daunting task of doing the horribly unclean girl's pussy and ass. Faye wasn't shy about it either. She shoved her smelly, hairy pussy right into Tish's face and told her to lick it really good. Tish swore that she now knew what curdled cheese tasted like, because Faye's pussy was that bad. Not only did it stink, but all along the inside of her slit were shed hairs, balls of fluff and small bits unidentifiable matter. Tish choked them down, suppressing gag after gag and praying to god that whatever it was caught in this girl's pussy wasn't going to make her seriously ill. Then Faye turned around and things got worse. First off, the crack of Faye's ass was covered in thick dark hair. There was even a ring of it around her asshole. Also, around her asshole, since she never used toilet paper, were tiny balls of shit. Tish didn't think she could do it. She knew she didn't have a choice, though. It was either that she sucked it up and did it now or she took an ass kicking from all six girls and then did it. Tish took a deep breath and went to work on the nasty girl's ass. After what seemed like a millennium, she finally got done with Faye's hairy ass. She quietly spit out the little shit balls, hoping no one would hear her or, if they did, wouldn't tell her not to. There was no way she could have swallowed this foul girl's shit. Finally, she went to work on Faye's feet. She licked and sucked at the toes, getting a tongue full of toe jam as she licked in between each toe. She finished up by licking the bottoms of Faye's feet. After all this tongue work, her jaw was starting to get a little sore and her tongue was pretty dry. She knew that those were not going to be good enough excuses for Bertha to allow her to quit, though. She again resolved herself to just getting this done and then getting as much mouthwash as she could into her mouth and settling in for a hot shower in the washroom on her floor. "Okay, Linda, your turn." Bertha said and the obese girl stepped forward. Tish was still on her knees from finishing with Faye and when she started to stand, Linda stopped her and told her to start with her feet. Linda's feet weren't as bad as Faye's. They even kind of smelled minty for some reason. Tish wondered if she had one of those foot soakers in her room or something like that. Tish zipped through the girl's feet with no trouble at all. Her pussy and ass, on the other hand, were about as bad as Faye's, so she had to hold back her gag reflex and grit her teeth and get it done. Finishing up, Tish stood and licked Linda's flabby armpits clean, breathing a small sigh of relief as she finished the second one. Next was Faith, and Tish didn't mind doing her so much either. After all, Faith was pretty clean, so Tish had about as much trouble with her as she did with Ellie. Tish even took special liberties with Faith's pussy and ass as she had done with Ellie. When she was done, Faith was panting softly and more than a little wet. She made a comment about how good Tish was with her tongue and how she ought to be made to lick pussy more often. Wanda, too, was pretty unremarkable, except for the fact that when Tish leaned forward to start licking her asshole clean, Wanda let out a long, ripping fart right into Tish's open mouth. Tish fell backward in disgust and all the other girls had a good, long laugh at Tish's expense. Once Tish had composed herself and successfully resisted the urge to punch the dumb cunt right in her smug face, she got back up and finished Wanda off. That left Bertha. Tish was not looking forward to this at all, but she figured that at least Bertha bathed, so she couldn't be as bad as Linda or Faye. She was right, too. Aside from Bertha's extra hairy pussy, Tish had little trouble finishing her off fairly quickly. Once Tish had finished with Bertha, she remained kneeling on the floor, waiting to see if there were any further orders before she started getting dressed to go back to her room. "What do you think, girls?" Bertha asked the group. "Did she do a good enough job or do we have to have her back tomorrow, too?" Tish was actually a bit surprised when the general consensus was that she'd done a fine job and she wouldn't be required for further cleaning activities on the following day. Faith made the suggestion that Tish ought to finish what she started and give them all good, long pussy lickings and some good orgasms, but Bertha vetoed the idea. "Nah, we better not. Recess is almost over and we should probably get down to the dorm before we get missed." Bertha said, leaving Faith and Ellie to heave sighs of disappointment. All the girls got dressed, Tish last, of course. Then all of them walked casually downstairs and made their way to their individual dorm rooms. As Tish was approaching her room, she noticed a girl unlocking the door to the room next to hers. That room had been unoccupied for the last month, so Tish figured the girl must be a new arrival on the bus today. The light bulb came on in Tish's head when she realized the girl was still wearing the standard issue jumper of a first day girl. It didn't take most girls long to read the part of the handbook that informed them that they could receive up to three school issued uniforms from laundry services any day before eight o'clock, except on weekends when laundry services was closed. As Tish approached her door and moved to unlock it, the girl at the neighboring door turn to her and said hello. She was short, maybe only five feet tall, at the most. She had pretty brunette hair, pulled into a ponytail that fell to the middle of her shoulders. She also wore a pair of wire-frame glasses. Nothing stylish, but it gave her kind of a bookish look. When she said hello to Tish, she had a pretty, lilting voice. Tish said hello back and smiled at the girl. The girl smiled back, showing a small gap between her front two teeth. The girl explained that she'd just been down in the yard after dinner. She tried to make a few friends, but wasn't very successful. Tish didn't doubt it. Most of the girls around here didn't like new arrivals until either the student body in general got an idea of why they were here or until the new girl proved herself to be worthy of other peoples' attention. Usually a girl wanting to make a name right away would initiate some kind of ass kicking on her first day to let the other girls know that she was not to be toyed around with. Other girls were known simply through reputation. The rumor mill at Willows was fierce and any girl's criminal record was usually known by the whole student body within a week of her arrival. Tish explained to the new girl that most girls didn't want to make friends with the new girls and she'd probably be better off leaving people alone until she got 'known' around the school. The new girl said she'd probably just do that and keep mostly to herself. She turned and started to enter her room when Tish, feeling particularly blonde at the moment, though to introduce herself. The girl took Tish's offered hand and introduced herself as Cindy Wheatly. Cindy asked Tish if it would be okay if she came to Tish's room for a few minutes and talked. Tish said it was fine, but there was something she had to do first. Tish let the girl into her room and immediately went to her personal effects shelf and took down her bottle of mouthwash. She stalked off to the washroom at the corner of the floor without another word to Cindy. Cindy figured it best to not wait in Tish's room, so she followed Tish to the washroom. Tish had already taken a big mouthful of the mouthwash by the time Cindy caught up to her and was swirling it about in her mouth, trying to get rid of the feet and ass taste in her mouth. "So," Cindy began. "Is this place like other girl's schools?" Tish shrugged. She'd never been to another girl's school, so she had no idea for comparison. They had reached the washroom and Tish stood in front of one of the sinks and gargled the mouthwash as far back into her throat as she could without accidentally swallowing it. She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth out, drying her mouth on a towel she'd brought from her room. "All I know, Cindy," Tish said as she started to strip out of her uniform. Cindy did not look away and did not seem to be troubled by Tish's nudity, so Tish figured, along with the girl's question, that she'd been in at least one school already. "All I know is that this place is bad. Don't get me wrong, though. The food is good, the teachers are alright as long as you follow the rules, but some of the girls here can be really awful. If I were you, I'd spend as little time as possible trying to make friends and trying fit in around here. The more attention you attract to yourself, the more likely you are to attract a bad element. Then, you're as good as screwed." Tish stepped into the shower room and turned on a steaming hot tap of water and stepped under it. Cindy stood at the entryway to the shower room, watching Tish shower. "Gosh, you make it sound like we're in prison." Cindy said. "One step from it, as Madam Macaw likes to constantly remind us." Tish said over the spray of water. "Mess up once really badly and you're off to real prison." Cindy said nothing and continued her silence as Tish showered and dried herself. It wasn't until Tish had dressed and the two girls had returned to Tish's room and sat down that Cindy spoke next. "I'd like it if you were my friend, Tish." Cindy said, smiling and again showing the little gap between her teeth. Tish was actually touched at the girl's seeming innocence. How had she been in other girl's schools already and still retained this level of sweetness? It didn't seem possible to Tish. Nevertheless, Tish found herself smiling back at Cindy and saying, "I think I'd like that."
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