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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - B&D ACADEMY CHAPTER 5

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Hi,



I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't

really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to

repost the stuff I have.



There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who

have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were

originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them

first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever

increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.



The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage

orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a

little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't

be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the

stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still

apply.



I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.



Bye for now. 



Anakha

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          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.



    >From: wi.74@wizvax.methuen.ma.us >Subject: STORY - B&D ACADEMY

Chap. 5 5/5 >Date: 14 Aug 91 04:35:10 GMT >Lines: 174



   



   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.



Anakha.

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