This story is a parody intended for adults only. It is totally and completely fictional. This author does not in any way condone or support any real world sexual acts or violence directed towards children and/or non-consenting adults in anyway, shape, or form.

"Miss Harkins School For Young Ladies" that was the name of it. The school was located far off in the country in an old estate home and surrounded by high walls. Walls that were guarded constantly by large men and ferocious dogs.

The van had to go thru not one but three separate gates in order to reach the "unloading point". The girls were released from all their bonds save their terrible gags and wrist ties. They were forced to stand there waiting.

Finally, a woman came out to greet them. She was extremely tall (Almost six feet even without the 5" stiletto heels she wore.) and quite attractive, even though, with her stern face and with her hair pulled back into a tight bun she had a hard look about her. She wore an all black dress that was so tight it looked painted on. The dress showed off her incredible figure quite well. Full breasts (D-cups at least) rode high and far apart. Her waist was almost supernaturally tiny and it blossomed out into an amazing set of hips and a full, round, ass. Needless to say, the legs were stunning. All in all, a very imposing figure of a woman.

The woman walked up to the too girls and looked them over for a few moments before speaking.

"Not bad. Not bad at all, although this one is a little old. We'll take them from here. Come along little ones. Your new home is waiting."

The two girls were led inside a large office where two other women waited patiently. Both were extremely beautiful and wore tight dresses with very high heels.

"Ladies, please make our new arrivals more comfortable." Harkins said as she sat down.

The two women quickly and efficiently began untying the girls. They saved the gags for last and when they came off, both captives started coughing.

"Get them some water."

"Now then, I'll begin. My name is Eunice Harkins and this is my school. We teach... special... young ladies such as yourself. My school is somewhat... unique in its teachings and approach, by let me assure you we've had no complaints about the finished product. Now, things are run rather diff..."

"I want to go home!" Rita said, almost crying as she did so.

Eunice's eyes flared in anger but her voice was calm.

"Young lady, I advise you to never... ever... raise your voice like that in my presence again. And stop that blubbering. We don't tolerate such things, is that understood?"

"Please! Let me go! I don...ummffgghh!!!"

Rita's voice was cut off by the firm hand of one of the other women in the room. She held it there and did not turn loose.

"You, my dear, need to be taught some manners. And you will, but I need to finish. As I was saying, this school is different as you'll soon find out. Our number one rule around here is this..."

Harkins turned and pointed at the wall where a sign was hung.

It read: Young ladies should be seen and not heard.

"We take that rule very seriously around here, as you both shall soon see."

Eunice noticed that Amy, although younger than Rita, seemed to be taking all this much better than she would have thought.

"What about you... Amy is it? Any... questions? Go ahead, you may speak... for now."

"I think I get it. This so-called school is just a place to grab girls like us and I guess sell us to dirty old men or something?"

"My, aren't we the mature one!" Harkins said, surprised at the girl's tone as much as her words. Most came in like Rita... or worse.

"None of this bothers you?"

"Sure it does. I want to go home as bad as her, or worse. But, the other stuff? Nah. I know how cute I am and I know how the boys all like to look at me. I've been fighting off guys since I was six. I've been tied up lots of times by the boys in the neighborhood too. Never been trussed up and gagged like that, but I know the score."

"Well. How... refreshing. Let's talk again in a week or so, shall we?"

The girls were led out and taken across the hall. Amy went along willingly but Rita was dragged along still hand-gagged and with her arm twisted up painfully behind her back. Once there, there made to strip naked and then were measured everywhere-even wrists and ankles. Both were showered and washed, then taken to another room where they were outfitted. The outfits consisted of white micro-small thong panties and black skirts that were so short as to not even fully cover their behinds. The tops were starched white blouses with high stiff collars and very stiff cuffs. The blouses were very thin and somewhat tight around the chest area. Underneath, all the girls were fitted with strapless pushup bras that left the nipples uncovered. The result was that even a fairly flat chested little girl like Amy suddenly had a bosom while a girl with a nice bosom like Rita looked positively stacked. The other result was that the blouses, made of a rather scratchy material, rubbed the girl's nipples incessantly, keeping them in an erect state most of the time.

Finally, it was time for the shoes.

"You'll alternate between bare legs, white, knee-high, sheer socks and stockings and you'll have several pairs of shoes. The shoes are all high heels. Amy, you'll start off with three and a half inch heels while Rita goes straight to four inches. Neither of you is ever allowed to be bare-foot unless given permission, is that understood?"

"Why the high heels?" Amy asked.

"Obviously, women look much better in heels, the higher the better. By the time you leave here, you'll both be able to run a marathon in six-inch stilettos."

The girls were then told to open their mouths.

"Why?" Amy asked.

"For your gags of course." The woman said as she held a white rubber ball in her hand. It looked huge.

"What? Why?"

"I thought this was all explained to you." The woman sighed. "Miss Harkins has found that it's best to keep young girls gagged most of the time. It makes them concentrate better for one thing. Also, it brings discipline and trains the girl's mouth for... other things."

"You mean we'll have those balls in our mouths all the time?"

"Don't be silly. These are simply you're everyday gags. We also have night-time gags, training gags and punishment gags. Of course, you'll be freed during eating periods, oral washings, and other special occasions."

"That's crazy! I want out of here! HEL...ummpghh!!!"

Amy's cry was cut off by one of the other women walking up behind her and shoving the ball in her mouth.

"Getthhh iihhh ufffff!!" Amy screamed around the invading ball.

"Hmm. Too much noise. Let's try a number 5 on Amy. How about the other one?"

Rita's eyes grew big as a number 5 ball gag was applied.

"Ummghg!"

"This one has the most perfectly gagable lips I've ever seen!"

"Yes, I agree. I think a five will work with this one, but you'd better to a six."

"No, I think she can handle a 7."

To get the number 5 ball gag in Amy's mouth and the number 7 in Rita's required a lot of pushing and twisting, but both women were very experienced at this and so they soon had the oral cavities of both girls fully stuffed. Before locking the test gags in place, they pulled the arms of both girls behind them at the wrists. The blouse cuffs, tight and thick, instantly locked together. The girls were then turned loose. They pulled at their trapped wrists but mainly they tried to expel the painful ball gags. The youngsters hacked and twisted their heads in all directions, but the attempts failed. The balls were so large that even without straps holding them in, they were impossible for the young girls to remove.

"Excellent. I think we've found the correct sizes for each."

The test balls were removed and all-new balls were reinserted. Both were white and had white rubberized straps. Even bound as they were, Amy and Rita put up quite a fight to keep the horrible mouth invaders out, but it was no use. In a few minutes the girls were ball gagged yet again-and this time the gags were locked into place with the straps. When their wrists were unlocked, all hands flew up to remove the balls from their mouths. Several minutes of painful and futile tugging and pulling went on as did a lot of mewling and whining. The women simply watched calmly. In the end, exhausted and gasping for breath, they stopped.

"Finished? As you can see, once we gag you, you stay gagged. Poor babies. We realize it's very uncomfortable, but it's for your own good. In any case, you'll get used to it. Once a month, all the girls are re-measured and refitted."

"What's next?"

The other woman looked at her watch.

"I think we just have time enough to get them over to makeup before morning milking time."

Amy and Rita looked at each other pitifully. Makeup didn't sound so bad, but what was morning milking?

They would soon find out...