The Finishing School - Truancy Rules
Amelia’s new role as plaything to Miss Travers was going as she anticipated. Mainly kept in bondage and being forced to wear a variety of humiliating outfits as Travers used the girl whenever she wanted. She was currently wearing her new Mistress’s favourite outfit, a red and black latex straitjacket, with full hood and slave collar. Amelia had the honour of chewing on Miss Travers’ worn panties this morning, and the hood’s accompanying gag strap held them in place as she awaited the bitch to return.
Outside she heard heels thudding toward the door, the lock clicked and Miss Travers entered the room, smiling at her new toy. The Mistress ran her hands across the smooth latex encasing Amelia, with her touch lingering around the crotch strap of the straitjacket. The obligatory squat dildo was settled inside Amelia, along with the bullet vibe buzzing away…..
“I see the vibe is still gently doing its work. Did you miss me, my sweet little cunt?”
Amelia grunted slightly as the touch pushed the toy against her stuffed pussy. But she had to play along……she had to convince Travers that she wanted to stay at the school. Being a ‘guest’ of the Miss afforded Amelia the chance to see where items of interest might be kept. Travers was cold and intelligent……but her arrogance might yet be her downfall. As it was, her face was a mask of smug superiority……
“I’ve spoken to Madame Beauregard. She has agreed with my revised proposals. Amelia, you will stay here for the immediate future. Madame has granted me permission to exclusively tutor you. She believes you might yet prosper……especially when some unhealthy distractions are eliminated. That brings me to your little friend, Abby. Her parent’s impoverishment means her education here is no longer available, and no further grace will be extended. Transportation to one of our workhouses has been organised and we are just finalising arrangements. We have already spoken to your family, who have agreed the fee extension.
Amelia eyes remained impassive and she bowed her head toward the spiteful teacher. Travers reached up and unbuckled the gag strap, pulling the panties from the girl’s mouth. Amelia swallowed hard and looked the bitch right in the eye.
“Thank you, Miss Travers. I greatly appreciate your support and your kind gesture. I will not let you down. I swear it.”
Miss Travers offered her gloved hand, and Amelia began kissing it reverently. Travers smiled, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she thrust her fingers into Amelia’s mouth. The girl eagerly licked and sucked, groaning gently as she worshipped her new Mistress, but that was just the start of Amelia’s oral examination today. Travers unzipped her catsuit and pulled Amelia to her bed chamber…….
The afternoon of depraved lust sickened Amelia to her stomach, but at least she wasn’t wearing the sweltering latex anymore. Travers had her clad in a leather body harness, collar and knee high leather boots. She also wore leather cuffs which could be hooked to the bed frame at any time. The Miss turned over and kissed Amelia long and hard, the girl reciprocated, moaning gently and thrusting her crotch against Travers. The bitch smiled and mauled Amelia’s tits, then trailed a finger around the nipples….
“Madame Beauregard doesn’t approve of piercings, but I think these sweet little tits would look very nice with some rings hanging from them. Would you like that?”
Amelia nodded breathlessly, she wanted to please Miss Travers, and she would do anything in gratitude for her stay at the school. Travers got up and started to dress. She wore the fishnets, leather shorts, matching jacket and boots. Her cruel features revelling in her power over her slave girl.
“I’m heading out. Go back to your dorm and pack the rest of your things…..this arrangement will be a little more permanent. Take this coat to wear over your harness.”
Travers threw Amelia a long leather coat to conceal her attire. As she went to fasten it, she felt the belt of the coat in her hand, and she knew this was her chance. She pulled the belt free and snaked it around Traver’s throat. The teacher buckled and thrashed to try and break the choke, but Amelia’s fury and strength was too much. She had to be careful not to throttle the bitch, but she had the leverage and the boots made her slightly taller than her victim.
Travers finally sank to the ground and Amelia locked the door before attending to her captive. She hoisted Travers over to the chair and propped her up. Amelia had spent most of the previous night lashed to it with the cruel zipties, so it was only fair to return the favour with interest. The red ball gag was jammed between the Miss’s lips and Amelia quickly changed into her uniform before heading to Madame Beauregard.
Abby was sitting restrained on the floor by the Madame’s desk when the urgent knocking at the office door alerted her and the Madame. Amelia entered, looking panicked and stuttering urgently. She told the headmistress that Miss Travers had left the school to attend to a private matter and she saw the woman snatched by some masked men and bundled into a car. Madame Beauregard picked up the phone to call the police, with Amelia and Abby ordered back to their dorm room. Abby was released from her cuffs and dawdled around the desk, before Amelia dragged her away.
“Hurry up! Come on Abby….we need to get out of here. I’ve got Travers tied up in her quarters. They’re bound to go in there once the initial panic has gone down.”
Abby stopped and told Amelia that they needed to take care of Travers properly. Otherwise they wouldn’t be free. Amelia stared at her friend, the weak and timid girl replaced by a sober and dark looking woman. They went to see Miss Travers and unlocked the door. Sure enough, the bitch was still bound to the chair and gagged snugly, she was mumbling as she was still regaining consciousness from Amelia’s assault. Abby went through the clothes drawers and pulled out pairs of panties and a couple of rolls of red tape. Amelia fumbled as Abby ordered her to help gag and encase Travers in the sticky stuff.
“We’ll need to move her, Amelia. Fortunately, there’s a hidden corridor heading the way back to the laundry room. I spent a lot of time here being tortured by this cunt. This is how she moves people around the school from the dorms to punish without raising any alarms. In case we’re seen, put on her clothes and see if you can disguise yourself. There’s enough confusion to keep people busy.”
The encasement was started roughly but It was effective for the moment. Amelia put on Travers’ clothes and found a black wig in her dressing closet. Abby returned with a large, wheeled laundry hamper and they continued to wrap tape around the now fully conscious and struggling teacher. Abby reared back and slapped Travers across her gagged face and then delivered another vicious blow. Amelia grabbed her hand and told her to carry on with the job. There were boot heels thundering down the hallway outside and the girls threw Travers in the hamper and left via the secret corridor.
They steered the hamper into the laundry room and waited by the door. The sprawling grounds of the school could provide a hiding place if needed and Abby pulled a phone from her pocket. Amelia looked on as Abby then produced a scrap of paper.
“Hold that and read me the number out. This is the contact details of the transfer team…..the ones who were going to take me away. Instead, this cunt is going on the trip of her life.”
Amelia was stunned as Abby perfectly imitated Madame Beauregard’s voice. Transfer was needed immediately, and the cargo was waiting by the laundry bay. Abby warned the person on the other end of the phone that discretion was paramount and speed was of the essence. The destination? Oh yes, that had changed too. The gulf states was the plan now. A generous offer from the despotic General Razak had been tabled and the cargo would be shipped to his compound. A vicious and exhausting uprising had been quashed, and he wanted a token of gratitude for his loyal men to enjoy.
Once she finished the call, Abby snatched up the tape and wrapped a final strip over Traver’s pleading eyes and then taped her entire head. She was now fully cocooned in her tape prison, sounds of pathetic whining muzzled perfectly as she twitched in bondage.
“Damn it, Amelia. We forgot to stuff the bitch’s holes. But I guess the men can take care of that. No lube either.”
Inspired by Abby and Amelia, In the months that followed, many more girls past and present came forward to testify against the methods of the finishing school. Madame Beauregard was charged with a number of offences, including sexual assault, abuse and trafficking. Her connections may well have spared her a prison sentence, but the reparations to the girls and their families financially ruined her.
Miss Travers was never seen again. Rumours of her being moved from owner to owner across the Middle East were never confirmed, but it was an apt reminder that shitty people get treated shitty in the end.
Abby and Amelia continued to be fast friends after their ordeal. Unsurprisingly, both girls shunned their families for sending them to the school and life returned to normal.
School was officially out forever.
