B & D ACADEMY
By SNIDLEY
CHAPTER 5
Mariko shuddered at the thought at what lay ahead as they
stumbled back to the elevator and took the long trip back down to
their rooms. Sleep had not been a very pleasant experience during the
past few nights and Mariko was not looking forward to it.
"This'll probably be the caper of an all?around lousy day..."
thought Mariko. "...And tomorrow will probably be worse." The stooges
half walked and half carried Mariko down the hall and shoved her into
her room while Courtney and her entourage continued on to her room.
Once they were inside the bed room, one of the guards reached under
the bed and pulled out a single locking cuff with a long chain
attached to it and locked it on Mariko's ankle. Completing this, they
took a small pair of clippers and sniped the plastic wraps that held
her arms. To her surprise though, they all turned towards the door
while she was rubbing some circulation back into her limbs and as the
last girl was leaving, she turned back to Mariko.
"You be good girl, put dirty clothes on chair, then go to bed.
Okay?" Mariko nodded her head and the guard stepped out of the room
and then closed and bolted the door. Mariko couldn't believe that this
was all she was going to have to endure, a simple ankle chain, but she
figured she had better make the best of it. Out popped the ball gag,
and for some reason her jaws didn't seem quite as sore as they had
been in the past.
"Maybe it's that the ball is a little smaller... Or maybe, (gulp!)
I'm just getting used to it!" said Mariko out loud. She was beginning
to forget what her voice sounded like. Mariko made short work of her
clothes, all except for the stocking on her right leg that had to be
fed carefully through the cuff on her ankle. She piled the dress and
everything on the chair and then tested the length of the chain. She
found that the chain was anchored to the foot of the bed and although
she could easily move about in the room, she could not quite reach the
door to her cell unless she laid down on the floor and stretched as
far as she could. At that, when she did this stretch, all she could
manage was to touch the bottom of the door. Not much help at all.
She went and used the bathroom to get ready for bed, she brushed her
teeth and combed her hair and washed up. She found herself finally
beginning to relax as she prepared herself slowly, lazily for bed.
Just as she was finishing up brushing her hair the lights suddenly
snapped off and there was nothing Mariko could do but follow the chain
back to her bed in the pitch blackness. As soon as her head hit the
pillow, she was asleep.
Mariko awoke to a annoying buzzer. Her first reaction was to try to
shut off her alarm clock but it wasn't on her night stand as it
usually was. She groped around for it with closed eyes savoring the
lovely feeling of her soft warm bed. She was beginning to get a bit
annoyed that nothing in her bedroom seemed to be where it was supposed
to be. As she started to roll over to look for the clock, the cuff on
her ankle pinched her and she was startled back to reality.
"Okay, Okay!" I'm awake!" She said out loud grumpily to no one in
particular. As soon as she said that, the annoying buzzer ceased it's
incessant racket. Mariko laid in bed for a while trying to rub the
sleep from her eyes, when one of her senses jolted her awake. Her keen
sense of smell had detected the unmistakable aroma of bacon, clearly
close by and maybe even within her reach. She sat up hopefully and
looked about. There, on the table was a tray loaded with covered
plates. Mariko sprung from bed and rushed to the table, almost
tripping on her tether where it was caught in the blankets of the bed.
She saw that there was a note with her name written on it, propped
against a small plastic vase with a rose in it. Mariko decided that
it would be smart to read the note first, just in case.
The note read:
Mariko,
You will follow this set of instructions implicitly.
You may eat your breakfast first, but then you will bathe
to prepare yourself for school. Then, you will dress
yourself completely in the uniform we have provided for
you. You will use the handcuffs we have supplied to
lock your hands behind your back. All of this should be
completed by 7:30 AM and no later. You will then wait for
someone to come for you.
A
Mariko warily spied the garment bag slung across the back of the
chair and then up glanced at the clock. Luckily it was only 6:05 so
she had plenty of time for all she had to do. She took her own sweet
time, enjoying every morsel of her bacon and egg breakfast and the
long bath that followed. When she was finished she reluctantly placed
the garment bag on the bed and with a deep breath, opened it. Mariko
rummaged around inside the bag until she found a pair of white cotton
panties and a bra. The panties were frilly and much too small for her,
as was the training bra they gave her but she struggled into them
anyway. Next she found a white cotton blouse. Around the collar was a
blue and gray striped necktie. Mariko sighed and despondently buttoned
the blouse up and put the tie on. She looked around for the stockings
but all she found were a pair of gray knee socks.
"This is getting more depressing by the moment." Mariko thought as
she pulled the gray socks on, having quite a difficult time getting
the one sock under her ankle cuff. The next bit of apparel that came
out of the bag was a scratchy, gray wool jumper, with a pleated skirt
that Mariko was dismayed to find cleared her knees by a good six or
seven inches. Last out of the bag was a blue blazer with gold buttons
and a patch on the pocket.
"Next their gonna want to call me Muffy!" she thought as she
examined the patch.
The crest was that of the school she was no doubt enrolled in.
Inside a circular rim of golden embroidered chain was three sets of
linked handcuffs intricately embroidered into a triangle around a
rendition of a red ballgag. On the upper left side of the triangle was
an ornate letter "B" and on the upper right side was an equally
beautiful "D". Finally, across the bottom was the word Academy.
"Gee, I wonder if they're fully accredited." asked Mariko
rhetorically as she did the inevitable and slipped the blazer on.
"Hmmmn. Seems they forgot something." Mariko thought as she
searched the bag for a pair of shoes. She found them in a zippered
pouch in the bottom of the bag along with a pair of handcuffs which
she tossed on the table without a glance. Her new shoes fit the outfit
perfectly as they were a pair of black patent leather shoes with a one
button strap and no heels.
"Wonder why Allison didn't put little mirrors on them... Seems
that would be more her style." our heroine wondered to herself as she
slipped the shoes on her dainty feet. As she sat on the side of the
bed to button the strap, Mariko glanced up at the clock and it was 25
past 7.
"Perfect timing, as usual! I wonder what the bitch has in store
for us today." she thought as she ran a finger around her collar.
Mariko then took up the handcuffs and for the first time examined
them. She hadn't noticed before that there were three cuffs linked
together at their center from the middle link of chain, If she had one
cuff on each wrist there would still be one cuff dangling loose.
"They couldn't want to put that on my foot? Could they? thought
Mariko. She knew full well that they could, and would if they wanted
to. She only hoped that was not part of their nefarious plans. Mariko
took the cuffs and placed an open one onto her left wrist and then
squeezed it until it clicked down close to her skin. She took a moment
and checked the fit, she found that she could turn the cuff all the
way around her wrist without it pinching at all.
"I guess I might as well face it." she said out loud to herself as
she brought both hands behind her back and laid her wrist into the
other open cuff. She took a long moment to get her nerve up and then
with a deep breath she closed the cuff on her right wrist as well.
"Shit!" she said to no one in particular.
She moved around a bit trying to test the cuffs. She realized that
if she tried hard enough she may have been able to pull her hands out
of the cuffs, but it would take some privacy and more then a little
luck. She also discovered the misery of wearing panties that are too
small. As soon as she had made the slightest bit of movement both
sides of her panties retreated into her crack and no amount of
squirming would get them back out. She tried to slide down on the bed
and raise her skirt up so she could get her hands back there but as
she did the door opened up and Ma'am was standing in the doorway.
Ma'am burst into laughter at the sight of Mariko's contorted position
and continued her chuckling as Mariko attempted to regain her
composure.
"Get up!" Ma'am commanded as she stepped into the room. Mariko
struggled to her feet and faced the advancing woman. Ma'am casually
walked up to Mariko and then spun her around grabbed the handcuffs and
lifted Mariko's hands up towards the ceiling.
"Not bad my dear... Not bad..., but not quite good enough!" she
said as she clicked both cuffs two notches tighter. "You may have been
able to pull your little hands out of those. I'll just assume that you
didn't do that on purpose, okay?
"Oh, Of course not Ma'am!" sprouted Mariko cheerfully, "After all,
I can hardly wait to find out what you have in store for me today and
I certainly wouldn't expect any unfair advantages." she added
sarcastically.
"That's the spirit my dear! Your finally getting the hang of
this!" said Ma'am as she pulled the two chairs close together and
motioned to Mariko for her to sit.
Ma'am proceeded to apply only a minimal amount of make?up on
Mariko's face, mainly only a little blush on her cheeks. She produced
a wide red ribbon and tied it into a bow in Mariko's hair on the top
of her head.
"Doesn't that clash with my outfit? asked the captive schoolgirl,
it actually clashed more with her sense of dignity.
"Well, yes, it does a little, but it still looks awfully cute."
replied Ma'am as she used a bobby pin to insure that the bow would
stay in place. She rummaged around in her bag for a moment and then
pulled out the inevitable roll of tape. Mariko had figured this would
happen sooner or later so she was prepared for it... or at least she
thought she was. Ma'am ripped off a small piece of the tape and leaned
towards our little heroine. Mariko immediately noticed that this tape
was much narrower then the stuff she was used to, maybe only one inch
wide. Ma'am made a face to Mariko indicating that she should pinch her
lips tightly together, and when Mariko had done this she carefully
stuck the tiny rectangle of tape over her lips. Mariko couldn't help
but giggle at this ridiculous attempt at silencing her. This gag,
compared with any of the others she had endured wouldn't keep her
quiet for a second! She was tempted to show Ma'am that right then by
simply opening her mouth. As Mariko, with a bit of a feeling of
victory, looked up at Ma'am she was suddenly taken aback by Ma'am's
smiling face and negatively shaking head.
"Before you try that," said Ma'am, as if reading Mariko's mind.
("How does she DO that?!!" thought Mariko angrily.) "Let me explain.
The gag you're wearing now is one of our most effective ones. You see,
it is what we call a volunteer gag, it's sole purpose is as a reminder
to you that you have been forbidden to speak and that's about all. I'm
sure that you're thinking that all you have to do is wiggle your
little nose and that tape will pop right off your face... and you're
probably right. But, if you do, I assure you that within moments you
will be wearing a real gag. One that is designed first to be
uncomfortable, and second to keep a talkative little girl silent."
Ma'am said bluntly. "If you choose not to believe me just go ahead and
open your mouth." Ma'am watched Mariko closely as the now securely
taped girl sat and stewed over this turn of events. A resigned grunt
from Mariko spurred Ma'am to continue.
"Well I'm glad, Your finally getting smart." Ma'am said "Besides,
look at this face..." She continued as she turned her head from side
to side so Mariko could see her smiling face. "...How could it lie!"
Ma'am chuckled over her joke as she took out a gray wool beret which
she put on Mariko, stylishly cocked to the side. She reached down and
unlocked the cuff on Mariko's ankle using a key she had brought with
her. Ma'am then stood and motioned Mariko to the door. Mariko obeyed
with only a sigh of protest and she marched out into the hallway where
she was met by one of the guards who was carrying a blue book bag
bearing the same emblem as the one adorning Mariko's breast pocket.
She stuck the bag into Mariko's fettered hands and then guided her
down the hall by her elbow towards an uncertain future.
Mariko stumbled along like this for a while, the heavy book bag she
carried bumped annoyingly into the back of her legs with each step,
but she didn't complain. After she took one look at the scowling guard
she realized she wouldn't be getting much sympathy. After a long walk
on the same sub?basement level they came to a small bolted door. The
guard stopped Mariko in front of the door and then tugged at the bolt
and opened the door and shoved Mariko in. It took only a moment to
regain her composure and take in her surroundings as the door slammed
shut behind her. Mariko found herself standing in a tiny, window?less
cloak room. There were clothes pegs all around, with some of them
holding various coats and hats and such. Standing closely together in
the center of the room were all of the reluctant guests from the
dinner party. Each girl wore a uniform identical to the one Mariko
sported and was restrained with the same three part handcuffs that she
also wore. The only difference was that none of the other girls had
her mouth taped shut as Mariko did. They all stared silently at the
newest addition to the room until Kelly stepped forward slowly. When
she did, Mariko caught a glimpse of Courtney's scowling face from
where she had been standing in the corner, blocked from Mariko's view
by the group. At least now Mariko wasn't the only one with tape stuck
on her face. Kelly approached Mariko slowly.
"You have to take your hat off and put it on a hook before they
open the doors." she said sweetly, not at all demandingly. Mariko
realized that she was trying to be nice, letting her in on a rule
before it got Mariko into any trouble. Mariko briefly thought about
how she was going to perform that miracle without the use of her hands
when Kelly continued,
"We usually try to help each other, here, let me turn around then
you bend down." she said as she turned her back to Mariko and raised
her hands up. Mariko bent forward and put her hat into Kelly's reach
and Kelly carefully plucked it off of her head. Mariko watched as
Kelly gracefully hung the hat on a peg on the back wall and then
smiled to Mariko. Mariko tried to say thank you to Kelly but all she
could manage was "Mmange mmuu!" The group giggled at her mumbling, but
she wasn't taking any chances with loosening the tape, at least not
until the right moment.
"Your welcome. Anytime." said Kelly as she stepped back to the
group who went back to chatting. Mariko kept one ear on the
conversation as she edged her way around to where Courtney stood and
after a nod and a tapped smile they both listened to the conversation
that was going on.
"So anyway, as I was saying," began Kimberly, "The walls are
Egg?shell white and I found these beautiful taffeta curtains that
matched the carpet perfectly, When I found out the price I almost
fainted. I was looking for something else when Steve came up out of
the clear blue and said we would get the ones I liked. I almost died.
He's the..."
Kim was rudely interrupted as the door behind where Courtney and
Mariko were standing opened up. Immediately, all the girls fell
absolutely silent and they formed a line facing the open door. Mariko
and Courtney had been startled by the door and they retreated to the
end of the line where they could watch the goings on. Annette was the
first to enter the room followed by Gina, Linda, Kimberly and finally
Kelly. Mariko watched the procession with amazement as they calmly
entered the next room. When Kelly reached the doorway, Mariko could
finally see what was going on. Inside, the room was decorated to
appear like an school classroom. There were chalk boards on two walls
and a podium against the far wall. Next to the podium, in the corner
beside the blackboard was a high wooden stool. In front of the podium
were three neatly lined up rows of desks, with four in each row. The
desks were the modern kind, made up simply of a chair and a flat
section on one arm, to write on. Mariko could see both Ma'am and Joan
here, they were both dressed in long, flowing black graduation gowns
and those silly square hats with the tassels, Mariko couldn't remember
what they were called. Kelly stepped up to Ma'am as Joan was finishing
guiding Kim to her seat. All the other girls stood rigidly beside
their desks. Ma'am ripped a small piece of tape from a roll and held
it up to Kelly's face.
"Thank you Professor Ma'am!" said Kelly (It sounded more to Mariko
like 'Thank yuh Prefsser Mum' because of Kelly's accent) before she
pursed her lips together and Ma'am pressed the tape into place. Joan
came up and took Kelly by the elbow and led her to the second row of
desks and began seating her in the first desk. Ma'am took hold of
Mariko and pulled her into the room. First she inspected the tape on
her mouth to see if it had come loose at all (Mariko was thankful now
that she hadn't given in and loosened the gag herself) then she led
Mariko to the third desk in the second row where she would be beside
Kimberly who was beside Kelly. She stood Mariko beside her desk and
then squatted down at Mariko's feet. Mariko watched in fascination as
Ma'am reached under the desk and pulled out a set of wooden stocks
that attached to the front legs of the desk. The stocks slid out
perpendicular to the seat. Ma'am opened the stocks then coaxed
Mariko's ankles into them and locked them shut. Mariko was now
committed to stand beside the desk. Meanwhile, Joan had brought
Courtney in and was at that moment, adjusting her set of stocks at her
seat in the first desk of the third row. Ma'am took Mariko's school
bag and took out a notebook and a pencil and put them on Mariko's desk
top. She then went to the front of the room and stood by the podium.
"Good morning class!" Ma'am said in an artificially nasal voice.
Everyone except Mariko and Courtney responded as best they could,
mumbling "MMnnig fmfff Mmaaammm!" Luckily it was loud enough so that
no one noticed that Courtney and Mariko hadn't responded on cue.
"You may be seated class." said Ma'am and Mariko watched as
everyone turned their hips sideways and sat down on their chairs and
then pulled their fettered feet in under them. Mariko tried this and
she found that it was easier then it looked to sit in that awkward
position and that her foot?stocks slid easily in under her chair. Joan
walked around the room kicking a little catch on the base of the chair
that each girl sat in and then she clipped the free handcuff onto the
support of the backrest of the desk. When she got to Mariko, she
kicked the catch on the chair and Mariko realized that the catch
locked the stocks in place under the chair and that if Mariko wanted
to stand the catch would first have to be released so she could slide
her feet out from under the desk. After she had locked the loose
handcuff to the backrest she pulled a leather strap with a buckle out
of her robe and lashed Mariko's right elbow to the side of the arm
rest and unlocked her right wrist from it's confines in the cuffs.
Mariko slowly moved her arm up onto the desk top where she could reach
the notebook and pencil.
"You'd better take good notes." said Joan as she walked away
towards the front of the where she searched in Gina's bag and found a
pair of eye glasses that she put on Gina before releasing her one
hand. With the class finally settled, Ma'am was able to begin her
lecture.
The routine was pretty much set at the B&D academy. The opening one
and one half hours was devoted to a lecture on bondage physiology with
Ma'am covering one specific part of the body and how it relates to
bondage as a whole. At this lecture she described the physical make?up
of the human wrist and it's strengths and weaknesses where it came to
the binding of the wrist. She talked at length about different key
pressure points and how certain situations should be avoided. Mariko
couldn't help but think that although she had endured almost
continuous bondage over the last few weeks, she had never experienced
any major problems with lack of circulation. This is not to say she
didn't experience any discomfort, but now that the topic had come up
she had never had any limb fall asleep on her. Ma'am continued,
explaining that there was always an outside possibility that some day
they would find themselves bound by more inexperienced hands then they
were accustom to, there were some tricks that they could use to
relieve any undue stress they might be experiencing... Mariko was
amazed by what was going on around her,
"There's a damn science to all this!" she thought. All this time
she figured that all they were doing was spontaneously trussing her up
for the hell of it. Now she was beginning to realize just how
dangerous this activity potentially is, and how concerned about her
safety her captors really were and how carefully they "did her up".
Mariko was jolted back to the present by an open handed swat on the
back of her head. It wasn't very painful but it did scare the hell out
of her, she hadn't noticed Joan sneaking up behind her.
"So! You don't feel it's necessary to take any notes I see! Do you
think Ma'am is up there for her health?" Joan growled into Mariko's
ear. "Well, we will see about this. 10 demerits!" she said as she took
out a little black book and wrote something into it. ("Demerits?!?!?
thought Mariko.) "Perhaps a pop quiz is in order, What do you think,
Ma'am?" finished Joan. The entire class groaned when she mentioned the
word "quiz".
"Well, I'm feeling a little magnanimous this morning, perhaps we
can give them another chance, Joan." said Ma'am to the nodding
approval of everyone in the room, including Courtney and Mariko.
"I suppose we could continue this lecture tomorrow. Besides, we
have a book report due today, don't we Gina?" Gina nodded and reached
into her book bag and withdrew several neatly typed pages. "You
know... I think an oral presentation would be a nice change of pace
this morning." Ma'am said. With that, Joan walked over to where Gina
sat and took the papers away and handed them to Ma'am, then returned
and twisted Gina's free arm back behind her where it was re?locked
into her handcuffs. After this was accomplished, Joan removed the
leather strap from where it held her elbow on the arm rest and then
unlocked the cuff that was attached to the back of the chair. With a
casual tap with her foot, Joan released the lock holding Gina's stocks
in place under the desk and Gina, with a grace gained only through
practice, slid her feet out from under the desk and stood up. Joan
reached around her and peeled the tape off her mouth and left it
hanging on her cheek held there by a tiny bit of adhesive.
"Remember now Dear, Good posture and speak from the diaphragm so
that everyone can hear you." said Ma'am. "You may begin."
"My book report is on the novel 'Meter Maids in Bondage' written
by Jack Ovski, published in 1979 by Sleazeball Press. New York, New
York." Gina began in a surprisingly sexy, husky voice that surprised
Mariko because it didn't seem to fit with the appearance of this
petite Italian girl dressed in the silly little school uniform.
Mariko concentration on the book report lasted only a few seconds.
She found herself thinking about the events of the last few weeks. One
thing that stood out in her mind was an image, That of escape. It was
odd though, that rather then daydreams she had in the past, her new
fantasy was one of rescue and not of flight. The events that went on
around her in her little dreams were totally out of her control and
she somehow found that a bit thrilling. She pictured herself kind of
like the heroine who found herself tied to the railroad tracks,
helplessly bound and gagged, waiting for her hero to arrive to carry
her away to freedom. (only Mariko never remembered those movie
heroines having her elbows tied so that they touched...) Mariko had
never had a hero before. She had always been too busy looking out for
herself to waste a lot of time thinking about such things. But now,
with very little time to do anything other then think, she found
herself carried further and further away with these thoughts. The
faceless hero would race into the picture to dispatch the villain with
one carefully placed punch and snatch her away from her impending doom
just in the nick of time as the train rumbled by spewing dust and
steam. He would carry her off in his arms to where they would live
happily ever after.
"Hummnn..." mused Mariko pleasantly, her smile hidden by the tape
on her lips. "It's just that it's my daydream and I can't ever seem to
get him to untie me!" Mariko became a little annoyed at herself for
enjoying these fantasies a little more then her conscience should have
allowed, but the stirrings she felt when her mind wandered were slowly
breaking down her defenses.
Mariko awoke from her little daydream to Ma'am's exuberant clapping
and several grunts of approval from the other members of the peanut
gallery. Ma'am continued as Joan set about putting Gina back into her
seat.
"Excellent, excellent! my dear!" said Ma'am as she sat behind the
big desk in the corner of the room. Gina curtsied politely in response
to the compliments and then returned to her seat where Joan re?applied
the adhesive tape to her lips.
Mariko concentrated as hard as she could on the lessons at hand.
Ma'am's next lecture regarded etiquette as it pertained to the daily
life of a slave. When it suffices to curtsy, or when it is necessary
to kneel. The rules of conduct for the well trained slave seemed to be
very formal to Mariko as she scribbled frantically in the notebook.
She wondered for a moment or two whether she would be able to remember
all of them...
"Wait A Minute!!... What's the matter with me!..." Mariko
muttered, berating herself. "I don't want to remember ANY of these,
for crying out loud!" Mariko looked down at her notebook in amazement
as she realized that she had written down almost everything that Ma'am
had said over the last forty five minutes. She looked up at Ma'am who
was still droning on about the proper way to kneel while attending a
Mistress. (On her right, about three feet away with hands folded in
lap) Ma'am had a strange look on her face as she continued with her
lecture, she was looking steadily at something to Mariko's right. She
continued with the lecture as she slowly approached the blackboard
behind the podium. Mariko, as subtlety as possible, turned her head to
see what Ma'am was so intent upon. All the other girls were writing
for all they were worth and Joan was reading a book in the front
corner of the room and was oblivious to what was transpiring in the
class. Mariko turned a little further to her right and she could
finally see the object of Ma'am's attention. Courtney sat slumped in
her seat at the rear of the classroom with her head bobbing up and
down as she was obviously slipping off to sleep. A cold chill ran down
Mariko's back as she realized her friend's impending doom. Suddenly a
chalkboard eraser flew across the room and bounced resoundingly off
Courtney's noggin. The sequence of events that followed could best be
described as slap?stick. Courtney jumped as high as a girl bound to a
chair possibly could, sending her pencil and notebooks crashing to the
floor and she let out a scream that would have awakened the dead. The
tape on Courtney's lips proved itself about as effective as a candle
in a hurricane as it almost flew off her face. All that did was scare
the heck out of everyone else in the room, Joan jumped to her feet so
fast it seemed like she had sat on a firecracker. Everyone turned to
look at Courtney as she slid down in the chair with a horrified look
on her face as the chalk dust settled all around her. It was obvious
she knew that she was in some very deep shit...
The days seemed to run slowly together. Mariko was getting used to
the routine of the school days. It seemed the only thing that changed
was the uniform. It was always a variation of the English
public?school girl outfit they had worn the first day. Other times,
seemingly at random, they would be wearing another variation of the
school uniform: a gray skirt and gray pullover sweater in place of the
wool jumper of the other variation. Of course, it also had the same
blue and gray striped necktie and blue blazer with the ever present
B&D Academy crest on the pocket. Courtney, as had become the norm, sat
stiffly at attention on the stool in the corner. Just as she had that
first day. This time Joan and Ma'am had been more methodical than they
had been on the first day. They had removed Courtney's blazer so that
she only had the sleeves of the thin sweater to cushion the bite of
the thin leather belt that welded her elbows together behind her back.
Identical belts pinned her ankles and knees tightly together. They
strapped a leather collar around her neck that was very stiff and high
in the front so it forced her to hold her head up in a statuesque
fashion. A thin strap ran from the back of the collar into her mouth
to hold a large blue ball securely in place. As the final punishment
for not having memorized her lesson for the day she had been been bent
over the stool and smacked 25 times with the dreaded B&D Academy
paddle. She had then been forced to sit on the throne, shifting her
weight from one sore buttock to the other in a futile attempt at
finding a comfortable position. The pressure exerted by the elbow
strap didn't help as it pulled her shoulders back and forced her
breasts up and out against the clingy sweater, perfect targets for
Ma'am, who took great pleasure in poking and prodding the helpless
girl with her pointer at every opportunity.
Mariko had other things on her mind as she busily scribbled in her
note book. Time was running out and she had to finish her creative
writing assignment before the end of the week or else she would
certainly get enough demerits to wind up there beside Courtney. Her
first story had warranted the punishment... it got an "F". It was
about a girl who was mistakenly arrested and handcuffed by a
policeman. Ma'am said it was a nice start, but unfortunately, it was
Joan who was grading the papers. She said that the content was weak,
the spelling atrocious, the grammar unintelligible and the plot
implausible. (unlike OUR little story...:^) It got Mariko two days on
"THE STOOL". Her second story was about an over bondaged judge who
ordered the unruly female defendant bound and gagged for the remainder
of her trial. Then, when the female defense counselor argued a little
too long, the judge issued another "GAG Order" and dictated that she
be restrained as well. The prosecution (You have two guesses what
gender the prosecution is...) argued that the defendant couldn't
possibly get a fair trial with her lawyer tied and gagged, So, the
judge simply evened things up by........
("...And the unprecedented trial is now in it's 107th day".)
"Much better!" said Joan.
Mariko was putting some of the finishing touches on her next story,
a science fiction, entitled: MARS NEEDS WOMEN! when Joan interrupted
everyone.
"That's enough for today girls! Put your notebooks away..." She
said as she clapped her hands with authority.
"We have a little surprise for you this afternoon." With that,
Ma'am came up to the front of the room with a big jumble of leather
straps which she placed on the front desk.
"I just hate these surprises!" thought Mariko. Out of the pile
fell a blue ball gag that was quickly snatched up by Joan who casually
brushed it off and waited as Ma'am helped Linda out of her seat.
"Ma'am and I decided that since it was such a lovely day outside,
We would take you for a Nature walk." she began. "There are countless
examples of flora and fauna to be discovered on the estate, and maybe
we'll be lucky enough to be able to find some of it."
"HUmmp, I'll bet there's someone named Flo and Fawn tied to some
tree out there..." Mused Mariko. It would be typical.
Linda was marched up to the front of the room as Joan and Ma'am set
about getting her ready for her "Outing". Joan removed the tape from
Linda's mouth and held the ballgag up to her lips. Linda reluctantly
opened her mouth and Joan deftly inserted the plug and tightened the
straps around the back of her neck, under her hair. Ma'am was busy on
the floor as she used a pair of ankle cuffs with about eighteen inches
of chain to hobble the girl. After Joan had gagged Linda, she pulled a
narrow belt out of the pile and put it around Linda's waist. Attached
to the center of the belt was a metal ring which stuck out of the flap
in the back of her blazer. Ma'am then reached up and locked the loose
cuff to the ring. Therefore, Linda's hands were loosely but
inescapably attached to her body. Joan used a small lock to prevent
anyone tampering with the belt. Ma'am went and got Linda's hat, A
straw "Skimmer" type hat with a blue ribbon that hung over the rim in
the back, and popped it on the blushing school?woman's head.
"If we're not careful, their gonna come and scoop us all up in a
net and take us away!" thought our soon?to?be, courageous, butterfly
hunter.
Soon, the entire class was outfitted for their trek. Mariko chewed
on the ball trying to work it into a more comfortable seating in her
mouth, without much luck. She looked around at the others as Joan and
Ma'am had left them locked in the cloak room for a few moments.
Courtney had the dubious distinction of being the only one in a unique
situation. Their two "Head Mistresses" had determined that she still
had some more discipline time coming so they had only deemed it
necessary to remove her ankle strap so she could walk. As it was, she
was tottering around like Frankenstein because of the neck brace.
Everyone else milled around waiting for their guide's return, making
slurping sounds while trying to become accustom to the things that had
been imposed on their oral cavities.
Before long the main door to the cloak room opened and the girls
were greeted by the sight of Ma'am and Joan who had changed into
matching Khaki safari outfits with leather boots, gun belts (complete
with cap pistols.) and safari helmets. The guides were all business as
they herded the bound girls into a line and the party was off on a
trip to adventure.
Joan led the party out of the house and followed a trail out through
the garden and down a path into the woods. They marched wearily along,
stopping periodically while Joan pointed out something of profound
interest to the unimpressed hikers. Ma'am spent most of the tour
walking just behind Mariko who was dawdling at the back of the line of
girls.
The class had not traveled very far when from behind them, one of
the oriental guards jogged up the trail to our intrepid little band
and called out for them to stop.
"Ma'am!" the guard began. "Mistress Allison, she send me find you,
She say you bring Miss Sweetcakes to her right away."
"Right now?" Ma'am questioned.
"Yes, now." the guard nodded.
"Well, I suppose, but will you be all right with all of them
Joan?"
"Sure, no problem... Just leave Ting?le here with me." answered
Joan.
"Okay, Sweetcakes! Front and center!" Ma'am shouted even though
everyone was right there. Kelly stepped reluctantly forward.
"We have to make some time dear." Ma'am said as she knelt to
remove Sweetcakes hobble. Ma'am snapped one end onto Kelly's wrist and
using it as a leash, pulled Kelly off in the direction of the house,
turning back only to wave good?bye to the expedition. So the group
forged ahead.
After about twenty minutes of following the winding trail they came
to the edge of the woods where it bordered the estates stable area.
The parade proceeded along beside one of the white stock fences that
made up the horse runs. In the next pen Mariko could see Richard
fiddling with one of the legs of his camera's tripod as he was
preparing to shoot some pictures of one of Allison's mares. When he
heard the clinking of the girl's hobbles he turned suddenly as they
had surprised him. When he saw who it was, a wide grin came across his
face as he finished his adjustments and rose to intercept the group as
they passed by.
"Good afternoon ladies!" he said magnanimously as the group neared
him. Joan stopped short in front of Richard and tipped her hat. All
the schoolwomen stopped and faced Richard and politely curtsied to
him. Mariko made it a point to dip just a little bit lower then the
others, She hoped he wouldn't overlook the significance of it.
Richard looked over the whole motley crew. When he reached Mariko
his eyes lingered. "And how are you today... " he said, addressing the
group but never taking his eyes off the petite Japanese woman.
"We're all fine! " replied Joan, but Richard didn't respond. He
was only asking one member of the group and when Mariko nodded he
smiled. "Nice hat." he said to Mariko who blushed about four shades of
red, and then he turned to converse with Joan.
"I'm so happy to hear that Joannie dear, but I was wondering if I
could borrow one of these lovely ladies to give me a hand here while I
work." Mariko perked right up! "Oh Please..." she thought.
"I'm sorry Richard but that is out of the question! I'm in charge,
and these girls are out here to study, not play games! " replied Joan
abruptly. Mariko's heart sank. If only she could be alone with him for
a few moments. She had so many things she wanted to tell him. And
escape was one that was pretty far down on the list.
"It's not games! It's real work. Honest!" countered Richard with a
demeanor that only lacked a glowing halo over his head.
"Sure... Work... " replied Joan. "Not today Richard. C'Mon girls,
we've got a lot of ground to cover. Let's go!" With that Mariko felt a
shove on her shoulder and she reluctantly followed the group back
along the trail and into the woods. Mariko glanced back several times
as she was prodded off. Richard waved and watched the procession as
they continued off into the woods before he went back to work setting
up the shoot.
Mariko was having trouble keeping her bearings as the little band of
explorers proceeded through the woods to another clearing. There Joan
stopped the group.
"This is a good place to take our break." She explained as she
sat down on the grass and laid back. "You all can look for interesting
plants and such and when we get started again I'll explain them to
you... Ting?le, you watch the group as they work."
With that, the uniformed girls began to spread out in a vain attempt
to find something interesting. Mariko looked about for a few moments
as she drifted over nearer the woods. As she drifted further away she
nonchalantly glanced back at Joan, who seemed intent on taking a nap
and then at the guard who was walking in distracted circles kicking at
the ground. The moment was at hand. Mariko suddenly met eyes with
Courtney who was in the center of the group. With her knees and elbows
still strapped tightly together, she didn't have a prayer of getting
very far. Courtney obviously knew exactly what Mariko was planning and
she nodded intently to her friend. Mariko had reached a small rise on
the edge of the field close to the woods where she paused and looked
back. At that moment Courtney let out a scream and fell forward. It
was now or never!
Mariko broke for the woods and in seconds was out of sight of the
group. She felt a rush of exhilaration unlike anything she had ever
experienced before in her life as she rushed on through the trees as
fast as her hobbled legs could carry her. She found that she moved
most effectively when she did a little gallop step rather then
attempting a full run which was noisy and more awkward as her feet
reached the end of the tether. She fell twice but luckily she landed
on soft ground and was unhurt. Another problem quickly arose as she
hurried along, the ball, still strapped securely in her mouth, was
preventing her from getting all the air she needed and therefor she
was becoming winded quickly.
She decided she had better stop for a moment to rest and decide on a
strategy for escape. She spied a dense clump of bushes that would
afford some cover so she stepped into them to rest. The first thing
was to try to get the damn gag off. Actually it was the only thing she
could do because every thing else she was wearing locked. She tried to
pull her hands around far enough to reach the gag but while she was
running her blazer had slipped off her shoulders and was caught
halfway down her arms thus hampering her movement even more. She
couldn't get her hands up anywhere near her face. She then tried to
pry the gag off using a nearby branch but the strap was far too tight
to get a stick between her cheek and the leather strap. It was
hopeless to try this route anymore. Obviously, there wouldn't be any
getting loose without help. Now she had to figure a way out of there.
It didn't take long for her to realize that she really didn't have any
idea which way to go. Mariko had little choice but to just choose a
direction and hope for the best.
Mariko picked herself up and started walking in a direction away
from the way she had just come. She moved along at as quick a pace as
she could stand and tried to keep going in a straight line. Eventually
she would have to reach somewhere where there would be someone to help
her. Suddenly she heard the sound of a horse whinnying.
"Oh NO!" thought Mariko. "I've headed right back!" she moaned.
Sure enough, Mariko reached the edge of the woods and she was right
behind the stables about 150 yards away from where they had seen
Richard. Directly in front of her was a big red barn with an empty
corral next to it. Off to the right, Mariko could make out a ranch
hand. She thought it was that guy, Karl, who she had met before.
Suddenly she saw a flash of light way off to the left in the corral
where Richard had been working, He was still there! That was that!
Mariko instantly decided what she would do. She would make her way
over to him without being seen. He was sure to take her gag off and
then she could explain and get him to help her. Mariko crept out of
the woods and as quickly as she could, she made her way to the back of
the barn. She crept quietly around the side of the barn and out to the
front where the horse path was enclosed within two fences. Mariko
would have to cross this path and then go the 100 yards or so to where
Richard was working, This was obviously the most dangerous part
because it was all in the open, but she had to try. Mariko crept
forward and was about to squeeze between the slats in the fence when,
from around the corner of the barn came the thundering of hoofs.
Mariko was just barely able to throw herself backward behind a bale of
hay as three horses thundered by and off down the trail. Mariko peeked
up from her hiding place to see Allison, in her typical jeans and
cowboy hat riding attire leading Sir Reginald, who was also casually
dressed in hacking clothes, who was pulling the reins of a third horse
carrying Kelly. She was in personalized, formal fox hunting clothes,
a long white riding skirt, Black high heeled boots and a tight red
jacket. Her white cravat had pulled loose and was flapping over her
shoulder and across her face in the wind. There was little she could
do about that annoyance because her jacket had no sleeves, only a
square pouch in the back into which Kelly's arms were folded. She was
also wearing a riding/discipline helmet similar to the derby Mariko
had grown to despise over the course of her trip with Allison. Mariko
couldn't help but shake her head in amazement. Kelly was even riding
side saddle, "Now that had to be scary!" thought Mariko!
As the sound of the hoofs faded, Mariko picked herself up and moved
forward, intent on continuing with her plan. She looked carefully to
the right and then to the left to where the horses had just passed and
then she began squeezing through the fence again.
"Whoa there, my little filly!" came a voice from behind her as a
hand tangled itself in her hair and pulled her back through the fence.
"Just where do ya think you're goin'" Mariko suddenly found herself
face to face with Karl, who kept a firm grip in her hair almost
lifting her off the ground. "What's say you an me have a little
party!"
This was trouble!! Mariko's eyes flew open and she screamed as loud
as she could but most of the sound was smothered by the ball in her
mouth. Karl wrapped his arms around Mariko's waist and easily lifted
the desperately struggling girl off the ground "I ain't never had one
like you before..." he whispered in her ear as he carried her towards
the back of the barn. Mariko was desperately trying to kick him, but
her fettered feet were almost no use at all. She kicked both feet into
the side of the barn in an attempt to knock Karl off balance but to no
avail, all it did was make some noise. Karl carried her to the back of
the barn and then dropped her down into some hay. Mariko's mind was
screaming as she desperately tried to get up but Karl had one foot
firmly planted on her ankle chain preventing her from standing up.
"I always wondered about the type who likes the rough stuff. But
hey Baby?san, If that's what you want, Ol' Karl's ready to provide."
he said as he leered down at the prone girl. "Get yourself ready for
the wildest ride you ever done had!" With that, Karl knelt down next
to Mariko and pushed her sweater up around her neck and ripped open
the buttons of her blouse. He pulled her bra up over her breasts and
began pulling and pinching her nipples between his callused fingers.
Mariko struggled, but he easily kept her pinned to the ground. When he
turned his attention to ripping her panties she could do nothing more
the screw her eyes shut and try to shut out the sound of his grunting
breaths.
"What da F..." THUD!!!! All the weight suddenly disappeared from
Mariko's side.. The prying fingers were gone. The sound was that of a
body crashing against the side of the barn. Mariko opened her eyes and
through a veil of tears she saw two men facing each other off.
"You Mother! She's mine! Get away from her!" shouted Karl.
"No... You're not gonna hurt her. You wanna try, Your gonna have
to go through me!" replied Richard through gritted teeth. Mariko
crawled back, away from the two men as the tears continued to well up.
Karl reached around into his pocket and pulled out a knife. Richard
didn't move.
"I'll cut you!" shouted Karl "Get away!" Richard still didn't
move. Karl suddenly lunged at Richard. Richard stepped back and to the
side and faster then Mariko could follow, his foot flew up and knocked
the knife right out of Karl's hand. With the same motion Richard spun
around and planted his other foot directly in the center of Karl's
chest with enough force to send him crashing back into the side of the
barn. Mariko had never seen karate in real life before but it was
obvious that Richard was giving Karl a lesson right now. Karl stood
dazed as Richard moved forward and spun again, kicking him across the
face. Karl crashed back into the barn wall then crumbled forward to
the ground, unconscious.
Richard came and knelt next to the sobbing girl, he gently lifted
her head into his lap and cradled it there for a moment while he
pulled her sweater back down to cover her.
"Don't worry, you're safe now, he can't hurt you." Richard said
soothingly. "It's a good thing I heard you. There, there... it's all
right now." He lifted her head again and pulled the gag strap loose
and as gently as he could, pulled the gag loose. Mariko looked up at
her rescuer as her mouth moved wordlessly. The last thing she saw was
Richard's comforting eyes as the darkness fell around her. Richard
could only hold her close as Mariko slowly fainted.
*** END OF PART 5 ***
