Devore Academy Ch 01

Chapter 1 - Week 1

Ariadne closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the gentle end-of-summer air. Somehow, against insurmountable odds, she was finally here at the academy.

DeVore Academy was one of the most selective schools in the entire world, and very few were ever accepted into its secretive folds. No one even knew what happened behind the great and ancient stone walls that surrounded the campus with dark ivy. The very sky was barely filtered through the dense, overhanging and entwined branches of trees, giving the campus an ethereal feel in the deep green light with dampened sidewalks and ivy climbed buildings.

The men in the school all dressed the same - deep blue jeans or slacks and a green polo with the school's grand crest of a crowned lion with a scepter. The women wore dark blue miniskirts and polos of their own, but the neckline of these sloped gracefully and dangerously low.

Ariadne noticed right off the bat that everywhere she looked, the beauty of the people was thrust towards her. Curving breasts, long legs, broad, muscular shoulders, piercing eyes, perfect hair... all surrounded her. Perhaps the rumours were true - DeVore Academy only accepted the creme de la creme of the human population into its esteemed grasp.

The woman who led her towards her dorm was a tall, shapely brunette with a revealing blazer over her polo. She called herself Isis, and spoke with a smooth voice that reminded Ariadne of silk curtains drifting in the wind.

"You will be staying in the left wing dormitory. We call this the Proving grounds. Here you are given a chance to prove you belong here. You have a week of trials to earn your stay. This will involve sports, intellectual challenges, and you will be faced with rather.... unethical situations, but stand fast and you shall remain, and when you graduate with a degree from DeVore Academy, the esteem that comes with that will assure you the grandest jobs available."

Ariadne listened, her eyes taking in the campus grounds. Everyone looked so proud and strong, born leaders in an environment built to hone in on their skills. She was nervous, terrified of going back to life before the academy, a life of utter bore and meaningless droll. She couldn't fail.

As she settled into her room, a furbished room larger than the one shed had at home, she sighed and looked over the pamphleted schedule Isis had given her before departing. The first event was an all girl's event, listed only as "appearance briefing." The time was listed aa that afternoon, so she pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top with a purple pull over, a nice contrast to her lightly tanned skin and blonde hair, and walked out of her room, staring at the map. She didn't realize until it was too late to turn back that shed run right into another girl. Falling back, she cried out, "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. Are you alright?" The girl regained her balance. She was slender, with pale skin, jet black hair, and bright blue eyes. She laughed and assured her that all was well, introducing herself as Andromeda. "You can call me Rommie for short. Are you headed to the first briefing? I'll show you the way."

The two girls walked to the building listed, joined by about 18 other women. They were led by a woman who looked like the black version of Isis, all legs and breast, with silky black skin and deep brown eyes and fill lips, to a grand hall with chandeliers and tables with mirrors in a classroom formation. The woman introduced herself as Denali, and the girls were led to their tables. Denali stood at the podium and suddenly spoke with a booming and commanding voice.

"Alright, class. STRIP."

Ariadne paused, eyes wide, with a disbelieving stare. Did she hear that correctly? Beside her, Rommie began to take off her clothes without a care. At her stare, she said, "What? we're all women. Don't be such a prude." Ariadne began to strip, suddenly self conscious as the others around her began to expose their perfect bodies. She wasn't self conscious before, but now in the presence of so many other beautiful women, she wondered if she was only considered hot because she had been so in comparison to other less fortunate women.

As soon as all the women were naked, they were ordered into their uniforms. To Ari's surprise, the uniform came complete with silky white thongs, laced white pushup bras, and the skirt and polo. They were informed that outside clothes would be forbidden the first two years before they'd choose their official majors and be sent to other degree-specific outposts, where outside clothes were allowed. They were given short shorts and tank tops for sleepwear and sent to the next room for physical activities.

Ariadne had been a volleyball player her whole life, so when she saw the stand for the team she immediately walked to it. The captain looked her over and nodded her towards the uniforms, short white skirts and white belly shirts that pressed tightly against the skin.

"Our first game is the victor's game against the men's team tomorrow. You are not afforded the luxury of practice because you must prove yourself. Be ready for anything."

As the captain spoke, a deceptive grin crossed her face, and Ari couldn't help but feel like she was being sized up like a piece of meat.

After they were finished with introductory seminars and briefings, they were sent to supper and then ordered back to their dorms. Ari fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of the day shed prove to these people that she could be one of them.

The next day slid by like a breeze. Classes included mathematics, English, literature, and biology for the day. After her lab was finished, she jogged to her dorm and slid into her uniform, putting her hair into a high ponytail. A few stray light curls fell away from it but she allowed them to fall as she stretched and prepared for the game. She wondered why it was called the Victor's game as she broke into a light jog to the indoor arena, and was shocked to see the crowd that had gathered there. They all looked greedy to her, hungry and eager for something she didn't yet understand. The women on her team all stretched, a determines yet apprehensive look in their eyes. The captain brought them together, telling them in a commanding voice that this is where they would determine who needed the most work and who signed up for the team without the necessary skill.

"Those who do not measure up will quickly learn their lesson."

Ari couldn't help but shiver. What did she mean? Before she could dwell on the nervous pit in her stomach, the whistle blew and the game began.

In highschool, Ari had been on the varsity team and played competitively, but nothing prepared her for this. The ball seemed to move faster than she could think, and even as she punted the ball over the net, the greedy looks in the men's team's eyes grew evermore hungry and she felt as if they were singling her out.

The game was nearing a close and the girls team was down by just a point. The ball sailed towards her and she pushed off the ground towards it, but as she lifted off the ground she caught sight of the grinning captain of the men's team who had punted the ball, and she missed the ball, fall I g to the ground as the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game. The crowd broke into a roar, the sound ever increasing as the men's team crossed the net towards her. Ari took a step back, looking back at her team, but they smirked at her, standing where they were with arms crossed haughtily, and suddenly Ariadne felt like a sacrifice.

She turned back too late to escape as the hands of the captain closed around her arms, throwing her to her knees. Her skirt flew up, revealing her supple ass to the crowd, whose roars grew. Terrified, she tried to crawl away, but the hands of the captain closed on her hips and pulled her back to press against the rock hard bulge of his pants. She let out a terrified shriek as he tore her thing down to her knees. She desperately tried to crawl away, begging for help, but this only excited both the crowd and her attacked even more. She felt him pull his pants down and press the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy, wet with the precum dripping from his manhood, and she kicked out, crying and screaming. She was no match for him, and he pulled her back, pressing his cock deep inside her. She cries out in terror, every muscle in her body fighting her rapist, but he continued to pump in and out of her slowly, moaning into the microphone that had been placed by him and by her. She begged him to stop, not realizing that her screams only turned him on more.

He thrust faster into her, ramming her pussy harder and harder, his moans increasing with her cries as he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and covering her mouth. Her muffled cities drove him crazy as he thrust faster and faster, shouting to the crowd that he was going to cum so hard into this little bitch, his victor's prize. She screamed into his hand, trying to beg him anywhere but there, but she had no control, helpless in his grasp as he moaned loudly and thrust harder and harder until finally he shuddered, forcing his throbbing cock deep inside of her and cumming hard and deep into her pussy. She screamed and kicked her legs out violently, only increasing his pleasure before he released her, standing and facing the crowd and roaring in victory as his juices flowed slowly out of her ravaged hole. The crowd went crazy, chanting the name "Odysseus" again and again. His name.

Ari collapsed on the floor, and was gently lifted and taken out of the building and to the showers by the team. She knew then that if the whole crowd cheered it on.... she would never be able to leave. Her nightmare had just begun.

End of chapter 1