Sandler Finishing School Ch 01

I felt a small jolt, the family car going over a small pothole in the road as I breathed deeply and started to wake myself up. I could feel the dry acrid heat against my skin, sweaty from the warmth of the car as I blearily I opened my eyes, feeling disorientated. Slowly as they came into focus, I realised that I was staring down at orange trousers, my head bent forward at a painful angle and I shuffled in my seat to sit up straight.

Confusion hit me. This wasn't my parents car. Where in the Heavens was I? It looked like some kind of old fashioned school bus, like you saw in documentaries about the twenty hundreds. I seemed to be sitting behind the bus driver, at least I presumed he was the bus driver - he was wearing a sweaty tan uniform with unrecognizable patches on his sleeve and a official look hat, stained from sweat around the edges. I took another deep breath to try and clear the fog from my head. I don't remember getting on the bus. My hair was sticking to my face, obscuring my view and I reached up to push it out of my eyes. Something was holding them behind me. I could feel...a warm metal perhaps holding me down, keeping my hands behind my back. Where in the Heavens was I?

A gravelly voice jolted me to full alertness.

"Alright darlings we're here. Welcome to Sandler Finishing School! The finest in re-doctrine and reconditioning this side of the world." The voice said as he walked to the back of the bus were he paused. "Keep quiet and do as you're told and you'll graduate in no time. Now I'm about to unfasten your locks to your chair, make any sudden movements and we will simply punish you. And I promise you, you won't like that. Clear?"

Two other voices called out, startling me. I didn't know there were two other girls on the bus. One of them sounded like she was crying, the other a resigned quiet voice. I heard his footsteps come quickly striding up to my back when suddenly a hand tangled painfully in my hair, pulling it tight and wrenching my head up.

"Clear?" he hissed, angrily in my ear.

"Yes sir" I rasped, coughing from the dryness of my mouth. Slowly his hand released its tight grip on my hair.

"That was close, princess. Remember to always answer me or you'll regret it, understood?"

"Yes sir" I agreed quickly. I breathed a small sigh of relief but suddenly I was being shoved forward, my legs reflexively kicking out for balance.

"Stop fucking struggling" he ordered angrily and I had to take a deep breath to calm myself as he pushed my forward some more and painfully pulled my arms up and started tightening the chains for a second. Suddenly some of the weight fell off and I realised that he had unlocked them from the chair. He let me go and walked away. Slowly I sat up, my eyes tracking him as he moved to the back of the bus to unfasten the girl sitting at the back. Tears had streaked her make up as she cried to herself softly. With short brown hair and full lips she looked pretty, even wearing the same horrible orange jumpsuit that I was wearing. She cowered away from the guard as he stood over her, his hands pushing her down and pulling her arms up painfully as he unlocked her chains before moving onto the final girl sitting a couple of rows behind me. Defeat was plastered over her beautifully delicate features. She looked like a spoilt brat but certainly didn't act like it as she hunched herself over to make it easier for the guard to reach her arms. Her hair was slightly shorter then mine, touching her shoulders, and it fell like a curtain to hide her face as she was unlocked from her seat. As the guard straightened he gave me a look, frowning when he saw me watching him. I quickly turned back around and tried to cover my shivers as he walked towards me, his boots thumping heavily on the floor of the bus. Thank the Heavens, he walked past me and pressed a button on the door to the bus, opening it with a hiss.

"Right girls out you come and follow me for registration." He ordered us before he stepped out into the blinding sunshine. The girls stood and walked past us, the driver watching them pass before giving me a look before I quickly jumped up and nearly stumbled when I realised my hands were still bound behind my back. Quickly I caught my balance and followed them out. Whiteness filled my vision and I took 2 steps before stumbling into the girl who was still sobbing to herself.

"Careful back there!" Our guard ordered before he grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.

"This way" He ordered us as he pulled me along. I went with him, there was no chance of getting out his grip, as we walked up to the wide glass doors. The guards eyed us with interest as they held the door open and we walked through into the cool interior. The trainers on my feet squeaked as we were marched past several rows of doors and up to the front desk where we were stopped in front of a short man wearing the same uniform as our guards.

Forms were produced and shoved onto the desk as this new guard pulled out a pair of glasses from his pocket and shoved them on the tip of his nose. Shuffling through them he glanced at each of us in turn before picking up his pen and signing them. He passed them back to our original guard.

"Kennedy has room 4, Terris room 18 and McLean room 19." He said before pressing a button on his phone and picking it up. As our guards led us away I only caught a quiet "That's shuttle 4431 arrived.." before we were out of hearing. A door with a large 4 on it was suddenly in front of me and I was being pushed through leaving me standing in a room that somewhat looked like a doctor's office. A large desk dominated the room, computer and office clutter stacked neatly to the side. Framed certificates filled one of the walls, thick heavy doors on the other walls. Apart from the 2 guards and woman in a lab coat sitting behind the desk it wouldn't have felt threatening.

She looked to be about in her late thirties and with a stern look on her face I got the impression that she was a professional. Her make up was light and her dark hair was tied up in a tidy bun. The frown on her face deepened as she saw me looking at her.

"First day at Sandlers and you're already late. Sit down and answer my questions" She said in a clipped voice.

Slowly I stepped forward and eying the two guards, carefully sat down on the hard chair in front of the desk.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You're at Sandler Finishing School." She replied evenly as she looked me up and down, mentally weighing me. I didn't like it.

"What am I doing here? Why am I in a finishing school anyway? Who are you?" I asked in a rush. What in the Heavens was going on? The woman sighed and sat back in her seat, a brown file laid open in front of her and from my seat I caught a glimpse of the photo I submitted to the church on my 19th birthday as was required.

"I am Professor Goodwin, head of Saint Peter's House. You are here for the sin of fornication on the 22nd of May 2044. You are Abigail Kennedy correct?" she said in her business voice.

"I'm Abby, yeah. But what was that about fornication?" I asked flabbergasted. She looked down at the file in her hands.

"Do you deny that on the 22nd of May 2044 you had unmarried sex with one Jonathon Kilter in your bedroom?" My eyes widened in shock. How on earth could she know? We had been so careful! I tried to work my dry tongue around my mouth to answer her but I could tell by the look in her dark eyes that she would know I was lying. Carefully she lay the file on the desk and turned it to face me so that I could see the photo of me and my boyfriend Jon, arms around each other, me on his lap, naked bodies tangled together. I flushed, ashamed of myself as I looked away, trying to deny this evidence they had on me. She picked up the folder again and started flipping through it.

"Abigail you do know the punishment for fornication, don't you?" I nodded my head numbly. Of course I did, we were taught about it in Sunday school every week.

"You'll be here for a year, if you are repentant and well behaved. Any misdemeanors mean it will take longer to be forgiven. Do you understand Abigail?" She asked me. Miserably I nodded, trying to breath carefully and not cry. I couldn't do this. This wasn't fair! We loved each other! They couldn't do this to me! But here I was. I felt a tear slip out and track down my face as Professor Goodwin watched from behind her desk. I wanted to wipe it away but with my hands behind my back it was impossible.

"Abigail we are going to need to take some measurements before we can register you. The guards will take you through to get cleaned then I shall conduct the measurements myself. Its through that door on your right." She said nodding towards it as she bent her head back over my file. Numbly I stood up and with the 2 guards following make my way to the door and opening it for me. We went through to the showering area, the white tiles clean and sparkling as I stepped through. The door closed behind me and I turned realising the guards were still behind me.

"Can I get some privacy?" I asked, disbelieving. They looked at each other and grinned.

"No Miss you cannot. Now get undressed and we are here to make sure you're properly cleaned." One of the said, taking a step forward and pulling me roughly towards him.

"Hey!" I cried but he already had his hands on the zip to my jump suit and with one practiced motion unzipped it from my collar down to my crotch.

"What the Heavens are you doing?" I screamed but the guard ignored me as he roughly started pulling the suit off me and exposing my body. "Get off me!" I cried, struggling, but with my hands behind my back and the two of them I had no chance as they pulled the garment off my body carelessly. I bucked, squirmed and tried to kick out but my efforts were feeble against the two men. They laughed as I stood there, my bare feet on the tiles, as I tried to huddle in on myself with my hands still behind my back. One of the guards pinned my arms from behind, pulling me up on my tip toes as his friend ran his eyes over me.

"Very nice. You don't get out in the sun much do you?" He asked his hand slowly reaching out to touch my pale skin. I tried to wiggle backwards but it was no use and the guards fingers brushed against my bare breast.

"Ah, I love a girl with big tits" He said crudely, his fingers under my breast as his thumb rolled across my pink nipple before tweaking it.

"Let go of me!" I demanded but both guards just chuckled and then started pushing me towards the drain in the corner of the room. Above the drain I could see the shower head sticking out of the wall as it dripped onto the tiles. The first guard let me go and as I huddled into the corner of the shower with my backs to them, he flipped a switch on the wall. Instantly cool water sprayed down, covering me in icy cold water. Instinctively I shrieked and jumped back but a guard already had a hold of me and forced me in again. The water was cold! Icy jets sprayed against my body in a deluge that had me shivering from my head down to the tips of my toes. I could hear the guards laughter at my discomfort.

"Hurry up and wash up, love. The faster you get this done, the faster you can come out again." I quickly tried to wiggle my body through the water, raising my arms as far behind my back as I could to wash myself. The guards watched, smirks on their face as I hopped around to clean myself. One moved over to the wall and pulled out a hose before sending a blast of fresh water over me. This water wasn't so cold but the force of it hitting my body made me wince.

"Now turn around" The guard instructed me and I was helpless to disobey as he sprayed me with the hose making sure I was completely clean before turning the water off. I stepped out of cold puddles back towards the center of the room before one of the guards grabbed my arm again and spun me round.

"Now bend over, love" he smirked as he shoved me down onto my knees. Panic set in and I forced myself to move, crawling forward and trying to stand up. I cried out as he grabbed me again, his fingers biting into the flesh of my upper arms as he shoved me on the ground again. He lifted one leg over me and pinned my down on all fours beneath his weight. I tried shifting side to side but he wouldn't budge.

"Stop moving. We just need to make sure you're completely cleaned love" he told me mercilessly. And then I felt it. The tip of the hose between the cheeks of my bum.

"No....please!" I begged, tears slipping down my face but they didn't care. I felt the oiled nozzle touch my anus and I reflexively shivered. Slowly it was pushed in, opening me wider and wider as it slid into me, penetrating my ass.

"It'll be over soon" the guard on top of me whispered, when suddenly warm water was filling my passage. I shuddered once and then twice, feeling it inside of me, filling me up. Tears dripped down my face at the invasion but I was helpless to stop it as I felt it filling my ass. And then suddenly water was escaping. I could feel it running down the back of my thighs as I closed my eyes and prayed it would be over soon.

The hose was removed and I was washed once more under the cold shower as the guards took turns spraying my defenseless body with the hose, grinning and making comments about what they liked about my body. Soon they pulled me out and marched me back to the door. Before I could even register that they hadn't given me any new clothes we were back through into Professor Goodwin's office. I dripped water all the way down to my seat before the guards dropped me into it and stepped back, either side of me. I wrapped my arms around myself to cover my nakedness. Professor Goodwin looked up from my file.

"Stop that right now. You've no right to be modest about your body after the things you've done!" She said sternly, piercing me with a glare. Instantly a guard grabbed me and pulled me off my chair onto my knees. All I could do is yelp in surprise before his hand swished down and slapped into the unprotected skin of my bum. I yelped in shock and surprise but the guard didn't seem to care as he grabbed my upper arm once more and pulled me back into my chair.

"From now on you'll learn to obey my instructions or you will be punished more. Understand?" Goodwin said over the tops of her glasses.

"Yes...Professor" I answered, my arms slowly dropping to my sides and baring my breasts.

"Good. Now stand up while I take my measurements."

And she did. As I stood there, looking at my feet in shame she ran her tape measure over me taking in all my angles and lengths, all the while muttering to herself.

"Hmmm a bit on the curvy side, but very well proportioned. Nice D cup breasts, very perky. Short, but I always find that adorable. Blue eyes, nice and clear too. Your hair should be styled but I like the length, it makes you look somewhat chaste having it just long enough to cover your nipples." and so she continued to prod, squeeze, caress and touch my body. Her fingers dipped between my thighs and I couldn't help myself as I grabbed her wrist before she could touch me. She looked at my hand and then into my eyes. Anger was building in those dark orbs.

"Unhand me right now." she said coldly. I felt all my strength leave me as my hand relaxed and let her go. Immediately her hand shot forward, and she inserted a finger deep into my pussy. I groaned, my muscles instinctively tightening around her finger as she continued to probe me.

"Relax Abigail" She told me and I had to calm myself and steady my breathing before I could relax my vaginal muscles. Slowly she removed her finger and brought it up to her mouth. I couldn't help but stare into her eyes as she watched my reaction as she slowly licked her finger. Another tear slipped out that I couldn't wipe away.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" she said turning away and moving back to her desk. "Grab her and spread her legs" she ordered.

Before I could move the guards were already forcing me into the seat, my legs apart as I kicked and struggled between them. Even though they had no problem keeping my legs wide I still fought, cursing and begging as I kicked my legs trying to escape. Professor Goodwin just looked at me, not even caring as she pulled a dildo out from one of her desk drawers and walking over to kneel between my legs. I turned my face away, embarrassment burning the energy from me as I sobbed quietly. I could feel her hands between my lax legs and the dildo pushing against my pussy.

"See it's not so bad" Goodwin told me. "Look you're already wet. You're just being silly". Shock made me turn my head to look at her. I was wet? I couldn't be getting excited about this...this...perversion! But I was, and I could see my own juices on the tip of the plain clear dildo Professor Goodwin was rubbing against my entrance.

I only had time for one whispered "Please..." when she thrust it deep into me. I cried out in shock as it penetrated me, it filled me and I could feel it push deeper until it could go no further. My toes curled and I squirmed and I could feel my body betray me as my juices ran out of my pussy. Professor Goodwin bent her head over the dildo and then slowly pulled it out. I could feel the pleasure shoot through my body as it came clear and for a second I all I could feel was disappointed that she was studying it rather then sliding it back into me.

"6 inches deep. Not bad." She muttered before putting it down and picking up something else. It was a long thin plastic rod, with varying sizes of beads on it, gradually getting larger as it got closer to the small ring handle.

"Now sit still girl" Professor Goodwin ordered as she spread my butt cheeks wide. I squirmed as her fingers rubbed a lubricant on my anus and smoothed it in. I turned my head away as I felt the tip slid into my ass, my sphincter widening to accommodate the bead until it was all the way in. I could feel it, pushing inside of me further and further, another bead meeting my sphincter muscle, pausing for a second and then pushing in. It stretched me wider and wider as it filled me until I felt like it must be inside my stomach. I couldn't take anymore, I could feel another bead pushing and pushing but it was too big. Suddenly the beads started slipping out of me, pushing against the sides and causing me to shiver in anticipation as each bead came out of my ass. I couldn't help myself as I counted them come through, 1, 2, 3 and the fourth bead came clear. I groaned loudly. Now that they had been removed I felt...empty.

"Ok Abigail, one final test and then you can get changed and go to your assigned dorm room." I turned my head to look at her but she had already moved, the dildo sliding into me as I gasped in surprise. She buried it in me again and then something happened. It started vibrating. I cried out as the vibrations ran through me, my legs shuddering with it and I couldn't help but throw my head back and groan in pleasure at the pleasure running through me. It was horrible, perverse and it was intensely pleasurable. I couldn't take it, I could feel it already building up inside of me. That's when Professor Goodwin's finger found my clit. I could feel it on the small nub and couldn't help myself. It was as if my clit was a switch to be pressed to orgasm. And orgasm i did. My legs shook and I cried out loudly before I could bite my lip to quieten myself. My climax shot through me, red hot and intense as the heat from my crotch seemed to emanate throughout my entire body. The dildo slid out of my and thumped to the floor, pushed out my my own sticky wetness now trickling down my thighs.

My body shook once more and then I crashed, energy spent. The guards let go off my legs but I couldn't move myself, the pleasure ebbing through my entire body with glow of heat. I sighed out, muscles relaxing as all I could do was sink back into the chair, my eyes droopy with fatigue. Professor Goodwin was standing above me, a small sadistic smile spreading across her face as she looked down on me.