Accident Prone Linda

By the Bitchfinder General

Linda is dominated by her younger sister Gail

Even though she knew that on her return to St Phillippa's she would be facing the dreaded Level 4 punishment, Linda had been so traumatised and degraded by the various ordeals, punishments and abuse to which her brother and sisters had subjected her that going back to school almost came as a relief. She was deeply unhappy about the fact that from now on, her younger sister Gail, only 11 years old, would now be her 'guardian' during her time at school, with the right to give her orders and dispense punishments practically without any limit.

At least I can see Tiff again, she thought, the prospect of meeting up with her best friend making the ordeal that lay ahead more bearable. She thought sadly that both she and Tiffany were about to be punished completely unjustly for the events of the summer camp, which had been entirely set up by Mel, Kim and their friends and sisters. At least Tiff's only getting a Level 2 punishment. I'm going to get Level 4. God only knows if I can survive it!

Level 4, as she had already been informed by the headmistress, meant that she would receive 100 strokes of the cane on her bare arse, completely naked, in front of the whole school. Linda shivered as she mentally tried to brace herself for the terrifying prospect.

That punishment was scheduled for tomorrow. In the meantime she had to face the prospect of being bossed around, humiliated and abused by her younger sister. It was not something to which she looked forward at all. Stephanie had already met Mel and Kim once before and made it quite plain that she approved of their vendetta against her sister. Now she had instructed Gail to join forces with Linda's bitter enemies and make the poor girl's miserable existence even worse.

On arrival at St Phillippa's, Gail took Linda to the headmistress' office and introduced herself.

'I'm Gail Marshall, Linda's younger sister,' she told her. 'My parents have asked me to keep an eye on her, report any bad behaviour by her directly to you, and generally to supervise her while we're at school. I've already discussed the situation with the family and we've decided that Tiffany and Linda are bad influences on each other. From what we've seen of her behaviour at home during the last few weeks, we think it's almost entirely LInda's fault. We want her to stop sharing a room with Tiffany and make Linda move in with me instead. That will give Tiffany a chance to get away from her bad infuence and for me to get Linda to change her own behaviour with the help of my constant supervision.'

Linda was just standing there in silence, both her own luggage and the much more extensive bags belonging to her sister on the floor where she had put them down after lugging them in from the car. She knew that Gail was spinning a string of lies but was powerless to protest in any way.

'During her few weeks at home,' Gail continued, 'I can't remember a day when she didn't get into some sort of trouble. We were always having to tell her off and she just never seems to learn. My Mum and Dad have just about had it with her. And that's just the stuff they know about. If you only knew what else she's been getting up to that me and my sister and brother have kept quiet about!'

'What sort of things do you mean, Gail?' an intrigued Miss Taylor asked.

'I couldn't possibly tell you, Miss. Disgusting things. Perverted things. Sexual things.'

'I see,' said the headmistress, though she wasn't entirely certain quite what Gail meant by that. 'And who was she doing them with?'

'Oh, she wanted to do them with me and my sister and brother, miss,' Gail gave her an angelic and spuriously innocent smile. 'Of course, we didn't go along with it, but we were SO shocked, I can tell you.'

'What sort of things did she want you to do?'

'Oh, I couldn't possibly tell you, miss. They were absolutely disgusting.' 

'It might help if you were more specific,' the headmistress persisted. 'If I knew the full extent of the problem I could assign an appropriate remedy. Are you telling me that she displayed depraved behaviour towards her family?'

'Yes, miss,' Gail answered eagerly.

'Exactly HOW depraved was her behaviour, Gail?'

'Well, miss, she wanted to ... oh, I can't tell you, miss, especially not in the disgusting language she was using too.'

'Try me, Gail. See if you can moderate Linda's language a little for me.'

'Yes, miss. Well, she told me and my sister she wanted to ... to ... to lick our ... vaginas, miss.'

Miss Taylor glared angrily at Linda. She was becoming more and more fed up with the constant protestations of innocence from the young girl. Now Gail was telling the head that Linda had made lesbian approaches to both her sisters.

'Good heavens,' she said finally. 'No wonder you were so reluctant to tell me. What did she want her brother to do?'

Gail put on a brilliantly faked blush when the headmistress asked her that.

'She ... she wanted ... she wanted to ... to suck his ... to suck his penis, miss.'

'Her own brother! My God, you really are a totally depraved slut, Linda! What on earth are we going to do with you? If Level 4 doesn't cure you, there's only two more further steps I can take. One is Level 5, which has only once been imposed in the history of this school; after that there's only the school's Brat Camp programme. If even that doesn't cure you, you'll be heading on the fast track to the Aldminster Institute for Young Offenders.'

Linda was absolutely furious at the way Gail was making her look like a depraved slut with the morals of an alley-cat. It was so unfair. On the other hand, she knew that any attempt on her part to complain about the lies would not only be disbelieved but would only lead to yet more punishment. She bit her tongue and stood there, waiting.

'Thank you for bringing these matters to my attention, Gail,' Miss Taylor said finally. 'I am most grateful to you. I can see that you will be a good influence upon your wayward sister and I have every confidence that, young as you are, you will be capable of restraining her headstrong and degenerate behaviour and putting her back on the straight and narrow. Please wait here a moment while I get the secretary to assign you your new room. Linda, you will move out of your present accommodation immediately. You will be sharing with your sister from now on.'

'Yes, Miss Taylor. Thank you, Miss Taylor,' a resigned but thoroughly resentful Linda answered.

Mrs Hammond then came into the room. Linda hated her deeply as the mother of Mel, who together with her friend Kim Chandler was her chief tormentor at school.

'Mrs Hammond, this is Linda's sister Gail,' Miss Taylor told her. 'Linda's family have become so exasperated by her behaviour at home as well as here at St Phillippa's that they have decided to send her younger sister here as a kind of supervisor. Gail has told me some very distressing things about Linda's home life and I have decided to separate her from Tiffany Brown and move her in to a room with her sister. Please show Gail and Linda to their room.'

Mrs Hammond looked at Linda and Gail and motioned to them to follow her. At a quick snap of her fingers by Gail, Linda picked up the luggage and struggled with it through the corridors. They eventually came to a small room on the outskirts of the residential part of the school.

'Here's the key to your room,' she said, handing it to Gail. 'Make sure your sister doesn't get hold of it, won't you? Goodness knows what she'd get up to if she had free access in and out of the room.'

'Don't worry, miss, I'll keep good care of it. She won't be able to put anything past ME!' said Gail proudly. 'I'll see to it she's kept on a lead the whole time she's here at school.'

'Good. I'm very pleased to hear it. Your sister has been very cruel to my daughter Melanie. She bullied her unmercifully the whole of last term.'

'Don't worry, miss, I'll go and make friends with her right away. Linda won't be bullying anyone as long as I'm in charge of her!'

Once settled in the room, Linda was forced to unpack her sister's luggage and tidy it away in the cupboards and drawers provided. When she had finished, Gail smiled at her happily.

'Now take your clothes off,' she ordered her sister.

'Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am,' a deeply humiliated but by now well-trained Linda replied.

'Go and unpack your stuff now.'

Linda did as she was told. She was well aware that her luggage was considerably less substantial than her sister's but by now she knew better than to refuse an order from her cow of a sister.

There wasn't that much in her own bag, to be honest. A couple of blouses, a couple of skirts, a few pairs of high-heeled shoes, some lipstick, make-up, a few pairs of stockings, suspenders, and the various 'toys' that Stephanie had purchased during Linda's recent stay at home. Gail gazed at them all with a gleeful and thoroughly sadistic smile upon her face.

'OK, Lin, hand me the dog collar and leash,' she said.

'Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.'

'Beg me to put it on.'

 'Please, ma'am, I beg you to put my collar around my neck as befits my lowly status as your slave,' she said, in the words she had now come to know so well. 

Gail sniggered gleefully as her sister knelt before her while she fastened the dog collar around her neck.

'Now beg me to leash you.'

'Please, ma'am, I beg you to fasten the leash to the collar around my neck so that I can be justly led around by you like the worthless bitch I am,' she said in a low voice.

Gail clipped the leash on to the collar.

'Now get out your two dog bowls.'

'Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.'

'Now get out your potty.'

Linda made the usual ritual responses as she placed the potty on the floor.

'Take it in to the bathroom.'

After Linda had done that, her sister snapped her fingers once more.

'OK, bitch, you can lick my cunt now.'

'Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.'

Linda was forced to lick her sister's cunt until Gail was finally satisfied with the number of orgasms she had achieved while sitting on Linda's face. 

'Get up, bitch.'

Linda got up and Gail motioned to her to come forward. As soon as she came within range her younger sister slapped her hard across the face half a dozen times.

'Thank you, ma'am,' a furious Linda said reluctantly.

Gail smiled. She always enjoyed the next part of punishing her elder sister.

'Now kneel down on all fours with your legs nicely spread.'

Linda did as she was told. Gail then produced a butt plug and pushed it up her sister's arsehole as hard as she could and as tightly as she could make it fit. 

'Thank you, ma'am,' said Linda, tears springing up in her eyes as she did so.

'Now turn around so I can do your cunt,' Gail commanded.

She then produced a tube of superglue and gummed Linda's cunt lips together tightly, giggling as she did so. 

'What do you say, bitch?'

'Thank you, ma'am,' Linda answered, her eyes becoming moister still as she did so.

'Let's do your tits now,' she announced. 'Hand me the tit jewellery.'

'Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.'

Linda handed her a metal tit-press, studded with cruel spikes, that were cold and clammy as they indented into the tender flesh of her breasts. Gail fastened them on her sister's tits and made sure they were as tight as they could possibly go. Satisfied, she stood back and admired her work.

'Now for the clamps,' she grinned. 'Left or right tit?'

'Left tit, please, ma'am,' an inwardly fuming Linda answered.

Gail fastened the nipple clamp on her left tit first and then repeated the procedure with the right one. Once again she tightened the clamps as much as possible.

'Thank you, ma'am,' said a distraught Linda, now in genuine pain.

'Now for your waist,' she laughed.

Linda handed her sister a metal waist cincher, again studded cruelly with spikes that dug painfully into the tender flesh of her waist. Gail tightened the cincher as far as it would go and again enjoyed hearing her sister thank her for inflicting torments upon her.

'Open that stupid gob of yours,' she commanded finally.

Linda opened her mouth in resignation, knowing she was about to be gagged. Gail forced a ball gag into it and then fastened it tightly in place with a leather strap that ran all the way around her head. Smiling at her handiwork, she motioned to her sister to go and lie down on the bathroom floor. A furious but utterly helpless Linda obeyed.

'I'm going off to get something to eat now,' Gail told her. 'I'll bring you back a couple of slices of dry bread. Oh, and I must go and look up those two new friends I'm planning on making now I'm here. Mel and Kim, you said their names were, didn't you?'