Becky Winston stood naked to the world directly in front of the entrance to her dormitory. Well, not exactly naked. A rough rope encircled her waist and pinned her arms. The rope ran down the crack of her ass and back up through her pussy lips before passing under the waist rope. This left poor Becky with the crotch rope pulling her labia tightly upward toward her navel. The trainer accentuated her difficulties by pulling the rope upward, so that Becky rose to the balls of her feet.
"This isn't fair," protested Becky. "That bitch Elizabeth closed the door right in my face. That's a violation. I should be allowed to go inside. Elizabeth should be roped up out here."
"She does have a point," said the second trainer. He had just missed Elizabeth and would seize on any excuse to get another crack at her. "I saw that girl shove the door shut right in this one's face."
"That's right." Becky continued her argument even while balancing on her feet - and her rope. "So you should let me go."
"I'm so sorry Becky," answered her trainer. "That itself would be a rules violation." At St. Albert's, captured girls were never just set free; they had to earn their freedom.
"I'll get Elizabeth out here," said the second trainer. He went into the dorm, which was really just one giant room per floor with sleeping tables and clothes lockers occupying most of it. At one end were sinks and a shower area. The only doors in the entire place were for the toilets.
To reduce the laundry budget Rule 77 had been enacted. In the event a girl was wearing clothing entering her dorm after classes and other activities, she must immediately remove the clothing and hang it carefully. Only a plain white crop top could be worn. The crop top was 90% paper with just enough fibers to hold it together. It was disposable as well. This served two purposes. No laundry was required, but more importantly, it kept a girl constantly aware that her ass and pussy were exposed to anyone in the room.
Rule 77 made rule 32 much more enjoyable to enforce. When a trainer entered the dorm, all girls must stop whatever they are doing and freeze in place until they hear one of two commands; "Continue" or "Present". A command prefaced by the name of a girl applied to that girl only. A command followed by "not you" and the name of a girl applied to everyone but that girl.
Trainer Mark (he was known for his ability to leave precise marks on a girl's behind) took a relaxed look around the room. Two commode doors were closed. Five girls were soaping themselves in the shower. Directly in front of him a slender brunette was stretching to reach the crop top that had been left for her on the top shelf of her locker. Near him was a girl in mid exercise, doing her toe touches. She stood bent from the waist with her fingers wrapped under her toes.
"Elizabeth Chang - Present. Continue - not you Susan." Trainer Mark casually palmed Susan's butt and teased her asshole. As required for the bent over ass grab position she spread her feet wide and transferred her grip to her ankles. (Life as a trainer at St. Albert's is really a tough job, eh?)
Elizabeth ran to the front of her table and assumed the "Present" position. Hands hooked behind head and elbows pulled back. Tits thrust up and out. Legs spread for easy pussy access. The trainer looked her over as he slid his thumb down Susan's cleft until he was able to push it into her. He spread his fingers over her mound and gripped.
"Come here Elizabeth," he ordered.
She ran to stand in front of him and resumed her position. Trainer Mark released Susan, who continued to hold in place. He grabbed Elizabeth by the nipples and pulled slightly upward.
"Did you keep Becky from getting in the dorm?", he inquired as he gave her a firm squeeze.
"Ow, ow, yes, I did, I did," confessed Elizabeth.
"What's the penalty?"
"I get what she gets," answered Elizabeth.
"Plus more," added the trainer. "Repeat."
"I get what she gets plus more." She could barely get the word out.
