*This story is set in a different type of place and all characters are fictional. The story centers around a forced BDSM relationship (which in reality should never happen) so please be aware of this before starting this series. While the series will include lots of sexual scenes, this chapter only hints at it. Please enjoy.*
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When Blake was three years old her mother passed away, a brain tumor, un-diagnosed, had eaten away at her until one day she simply did not wake up. Blake was much too young to understand the reason but she saw the consequences. Daddy started drinking, a lot. There was no other family to turn to, no one to check on them or make sure Blake and her daddy were getting by. When Blake was four daddy got in a terrible accident, the car flipped five times down an embankment. He was drunk. When police went to the house they found Blake in a playpen, alone. There was no one to take her in and so the country brought her to the home for young children. Blake lived there for a year until Jameswood Academy adopted her. Jameswood Academy was a private boarding school; it took in children of the state that had no families, no one to watch over them.
From the time a child was adopted until they turned seventeen, Jameswood Academy was a great school. Located in the center of a busy town, children received an education, could take on part time jobs, and make and visit friends. The school was full of teachers who took on the responsibility of the children, mentors raised them, and things were pretty well done. Blake had done well, she was never a social child, but she was smart. She learned quickly and the teachers adored her. She never learned to wear dresses or to look "pretty' the way the other girls did, rather she spent most of her time digging in the dirt, climbing trees, and exploring the school's dusty attic. The teachers did not push her; they knew that soon she would learn all about her womanly responsibilities, they had allowed her the freedom of being a tomboy. Jameswood Academy had two campuses, when children turned seventeen they were moved to a new campus, one far away from the city. In the woods, not marked on a map, was a five square mile campus that hosted the children and their teachers. Here their education changed, emphasis on intellectual education was present, but the main aspect of their lives was service of a very intimate nature.
Once arriving at the new campus students would rotate among teachers, spending a week or two with several in order to find the best fit. They learned quickly, from the teachers and other students, that their education would include sexual service. The teachers were not allowed to touch the students until they turned eighteen. In order to have some control, students would often sleep with other students before the teachers could claim them. Those who had been at the second campus longer preyed on the new students, but they also taught them important lessons on pleasure and being pleasing. Once a teacher and student agreed on a mentorship, the student would move into the dorm where the teacher lived. They would be claimed by that teacher until they were twenty one, or until the teacher released them into another teacher's care. The student was able to make the original choice, but once claimed teachers had ultimate control. They could use the students however they wished as long as they did not harm them. They could, and some did, hurt the students, pain was acceptable, but they could not physically damage them.
Blake, having enjoyed a certain amount of freedom from the teachers at the first campus, did not take a student lover. She scorned the students that attempted to seduce her, and her time spent with the teachers made her turn away in disgust. As soon as she learned about her new position, more slave than student, Blake had rebelled. More importantly, Blake began to scheme.
While rotating with teachers she had found Mr. Gerald to be kind, warm hearted, and uninterested in her. Mr. Gerald was a large, jolly man. His interest lay in boys but he took on several female students as well. The females he took on were the ones who were interested in serving multiple teachers and did not wish to be limited by being claimed by one, possessive teacher. Blake had expressed to him her interest in being one of his girls, explaining that she was not sure which teacher she wanted to stay with. Mr. Gerald had warned her that girls under his tutelage often chose to play the field, but Blake had assured him that she simply wanted to work to earn her favorite teacher's attention. She begged to stay with him, to learn from him, so that when the time came she could catch the interest of the teacher she was interested in. When Mr. Gerald pushed for the name of that teacher she had played coy, blushing prettily and acting silly. The ruse had worked; Mr. Gerald claimed her on her eighteenth birthday with the understanding that when the teacher she wanted was interested in her, she would be ready for him.
So Mr. Gerald took control over her daily life, he controlled her time spent in classes or at the gym. He dictated what jobs she would perform, what clothing she would wear, and how she was to present herself. At first Blake found this very hard to deal with. She was a very independent creature and baulked at such disciplined structure of her life. She never pushed back though, being perfectly aware that the one area he did not want to control was her sexuality and that was the point. She played the game and was as obedient as possible. Blake let him think she was serving a couple of different teachers, never saying it out loud, but often hinting that the time spent away from the dorm was spent in men's beds. In the end both Mr. Gerald and Blake got what they wanted. She held on to her virginity and he could brag about the healthy, obedient girl that was blossoming under his roof.
Blake knew that she would need a name eventually. Mr. Gerald was happy to let her play the field, but other teachers would also sniff around. They knew that girls under Gerald were often open and it would take a lot of work to keep them away. Listening to other students and teachers, Blake had learned that one reclusive teacher, Mr. Nemilos, had no interest in sharing his students. He rarely took on new students, preferring to train the few he had the right way. Unlike most of the teachers who lived in the dorm buildings on the main road of campus, Mr. Nemilos had his own home high on the hill that overlooked the school. He was an older man who did not attend all the social and fashionable events that Jameswood offered. He was almost a legend on the campus, Blake had seen him from a distance, but never spoken to him. When all was said and done, he was perfect for her plans.
Blake had dropped small hints among teachers and students that she was under Mr. Nemilos's protection, pretending that he had taken an interest in her. At parties most of the teachers would watch her, but a few whispered words and they would turn their gaze to the more tempting, and less guarded girls who attended. Blake would spend hours in the campus library, which was used by very few, hidden among the shelves she was rarely seen by anyone. For a whole year the ruse had worked. Teachers had left her alone, as had other students. She managed to live her life daily, studying and avoiding the sexual lessons that everyone thought she was receiving. The plan, if something so based on blind luck could be called a plan, protected her better than she had hoped.
Which is why, on her nineteenth birthday, Blake was shocked to receive a birthday card and summons from the elusive Mr. Nemilos. Walking into her dorm room Blake froze, it was empty. She tilted her head to the side, listening, perhaps she had walked into the wrong room? She opened the dorm door and looked at the number, nope. She stood there with a blank look unable to imagine what had happened. Mr. Gerald came around the hallway corner, a great big grin on his face.
"I'm so happy for you!" He grabbed Blake and gave her a giant bear hug, making her squeak slight. "Why didn't you tell me, you naughty girl!" He pulled her away from him and looked down at her face, apparently not noticing the flustered look of confusion.
