"Many a woman and girl will be thankful for your efforts."
Mr. Punire gave a snort. "I don't think they'll ever be thankful for what I do, though if they're going to be punished anyway, they'd be well advised to hope for the protections of my methods, but I'm not in the business to make their treatment any less painful."
"Mr. Coletnik is right with you in that regard."
"Yes, you stick with him. He's one of my supporters in committee, my counterpart on the boy's side. You won't find a better man for dealing with young males. For the girls of course, you like to do it yourself."
"Well, yes, except in a case like Camille, where she needs a serious correction, more than what I'm authorized to administer; and frankly, with her my heart just isn't in it."
"I understand, I've had my favorites too, and it is hard to do one's duty in cases like these."
"It is," said Mr. Mr. Hartley, truly regretting needing to do what needed to be done to Camille, except for the licentious thrill he'd get from hearing her screams and begging, and seeing her writing under the lash which he was fully looking forward to. If only I could fuck her afterward, he thought wistfully. Oh well, life is full of regrets.
Rico and Sadici were standing waiting for instructions. Mr. Punire turned to them and said, "Room 237, Camille Dupree. Face the class, first row just to the left of the teacher's desk, first seat." He showed them a picture of Camille that he'd borrowed from Camille's school file. "Show the teacher the pass. Get her."
Chapter 4. Camille Is Taken
Camille was tapping her cheek with the end of a pencil, concentrating hard, working out a problem using the law of cosines, and she'd become unaware of what she was doing with her other hand, which had worked its way between her legs. As she furrowed her brow, and worried her lip, she was also clenching her thighs and rhythmically pressing her fingers firmly into her vulva. This time it was just a nervous habit, not an intentional tease, and though she was not conscious of what she was doing it was not lost on Mr. Seever, her teacher of advanced algebra. Just as she came to realize the method needed to solve the day's pop quiz, Rico and Sadici opened the door to the classroom and walked in.
Neither of Mr. Punierre's assistants looked at Camille, they didn't want to warn her that she was going to be the object of their attention, but as Rico, the more senior of the two, and the one in charge, showed Mr. Seever the transportation pass, Sadici positioned himself not far from Camille in her seat.
"What's this," Mr. Seever asked, his tone of voice indicating his annoyance at this interruption by strangers?
The whole class stopped what they were doing; Camille too had frozen, though her hand still gripped herself firmly.
"We have a transportation pass," Rico said.
A transportation pass was a provision of disciplinary regulation, and was required of any person transporting a student for punishment. In past times many a student had gone on the run upon being singled out for discipline, and occasionally one got hurt in the process, and lawsuits had been problematic. A person transporting a student for punishment had to be trained and certified, and the transportation pass documented that the headmaster took responsibility, and that he certified that those carrying this license met requirements. 'We have a transportation pass' were the magic words that indicated someone was going to get it, and get it good, and excitement built. Who was it going to be? Usually the headmaster himself, Mr. Hartley came to transport any student who was being sought under a transportation pass; who were these scary looking men?
Mr. Seever looked up and at Camille, her mouth opened, and her eyes grew wide with dread. She'd had no thought at all that it might be her, she'd never been punished except once as a freshman, and that had been but a reprimand and a warning, and warranted a mild couple of swats with a paddle; more embarrassing than painful, but enough that she'd headed the warning ever since... until last week that is. Oh no, she thought. Oh no, it can't be me, please don't let it be me... but even as she said it to herself she knew it was her they'd come for; and who were they? She turned wildly in fright looking for a way out.
If it had been Mr. Hartley, perhaps she wouldn't have lost her head, and would have gone reluctantly but willingly; but it was absolutely unimaginable, not a possibility within her ken, that she'd be forcibly taken and handled under a transportation pass by the likes of these, these two, big, unknown... unknown... she was searching wildly through her vocabulary for the right word... gorillas is what she finally came up with. They're horrible. Let me out of here she thought, and she turned to run.
Being taken to one like Mr. Punire, by men like his assistants, was an experience that a girl might have but once in a lifetime. There were few repeaters, but the likes of the assistants did this every day; Camille had no more chance than a mouse under the paws of a cat, and Sadici turned before she'd taken even her first step and grabbed her upper arm with his left hand, and ran his fingers into her head of hair and clenched his fist to a hank in an unbreakable grip.
"Ow, your hurting me," Camille shrieked, but Sadici paid no attention, and with his dual fisted clench pulled her from her desk into the aisle, and up to the front of the room, where Rico similarly grabbed her other arm with one hand, and got a good grip on her clothing with his other.
It's critical in the early stages of a transportation to get hold of a student and get her away from people, furniture, implements she could grab, anything she might use to hurt someone, or on which she might hurt herself. Many a girl in a frantic effort to escape will bang into furniture, or trip and fall, and bruise herself, and Mr. Punire would be furiously angry if a girl were bruised because of incompetence in initial stage control, and Rico and Sadici knew very well not to be the cause of Mr. Punire's anger.
The second step in transportation control was to distance one's self from the victim, which is what the assistants thought of the girls as, though Mr. Punire would never use a term like that. Girls kicked, or bit, and though the assistants were hardened to their task, and wore protective cups, there was plenty of chance for injury if they were not quick. In a well-practiced move Rico and Sadici simultaneously changed their grips to Camille's wrists, and each of them slid a looped strap over one of her hands, and they pulled the loops tight. The straps were attached to their own wrists as well, and they now separated, pulling Camille's arms out straight so she was strung taught between them, with her arms raised; they were far enough from her so she couldn't kick. Rico loved this stage, the first moments of abduction when all the fear, entrapment, and subjugation first came to fore, and a girl was stretched tight between them wriggling and thrashing and crying, with her breasts thrust out high and taught.
Camille did start to cry, and plead, not with Rico and Sadici which she instinctively knew would be futile, but with Mr. Seever, thrusting her body toward him, subconsciously offering herself to him, begging him not to let them take her. "Please Mr. Seever," she wailed, "please, I want to go home," she said, reverting from the woman she thought she'd finally become, to the child still within her.
Mr. Seever could do nothing, it was out of his hands, and to interfere with transportation would cost him his job, and likely his career. "I'm sorry," he mouthed, and he really was, though only a little. It didn't escape him that Camille being taken probably had everything to do with the ten o'clock assembly, and that he might finally get to see her the way he'd for so many months fantasized seeing her, which was in a state of at least partial undress, and the less partial the better. He suddenly got a furious erection, and quickly sat behind his desk and adjusted himself, though Rico caught him at it and they gave each other a knowing smile.
Sadici picked up Camille's purse and backpack, and Rico and Sadici half marched, half dragged Camille out of class stretched between them, her crying and still beseeching Mr. Seever even as they turned the corner and pulled her down the hall.
Chapter 5. The Victim is Delivered
They could have taken the elevator, but they liked the stairs. They dragged her into the stairwell and to the landing down one flight; then they had their fun. It was strictly illegal for a transporter to molest a girl in his charge, but it was the only time a transporter would have a girl solely under his control, and it was one of the perks to which a blind eye was usually turned; even Mr. Punire was willing, within strictly set limits, to allow it.
Rico and Sadici shed the loops from around their wrists, Sadici put his hand over Camille's mouth, and both men attacked her. They reached under her skirt, grabbing and squeezed her vulva, squeezing gently and stimulating her, then hard and hurting, always remaining aware that bruising would not be tolerated. They never stayed too long in any one spot so as not to desensitize her skin, and they were not allowed to penetrate her, nor even go within her panties. What they were allowed to do was tickle, poke, stroke, grab, even slap and pinch within limits, kiss, lick; anything to make her howl and shriek, and jerk trying to escape the relentless swarm of the manhandling they inflicted on the poor girl. They got her crying again, this time good and hard in pleading sobs, interspersed with tortured squeals: they had searched and found her to be terribly ticklish under her arms, when having fingers dug into her sides, into the front of her legs just above her knees, being poked in the ribs, and scratched along the sides of her breasts.
