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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - B&D ACADEMY CHAPTER 5
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Hi,

I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply.

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

Bye for now. 

Anakha
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          B & D ACADEMY
          By SNIDLEY
          CHAPTER 5

   Mariko shuddered at the thought at what lay ahead as they
stumbled back to the elevator and took the long trip back down to
their rooms. Sleep had not been a very pleasant experience during
the past few nights and Mariko was not looking forward to it.

   "This'll probably be the caper of an all-around lousy day..."
thought Mariko. "...And tomorrow will probably be worse." The
stooges half walked and half carried Mariko down the hall and
shoved her into her room while Courtney and her entourage continued
on to her room. Once they were inside the bed room, one of the
guards reached under the bed and pulled out a single locking cuff
with a long chain attached to it and locked it on Mariko's ankle.
Completing this, they took a small pair of clippers and sniped the
plastic wraps that held her arms. To her surprise though, they all
turned towards the door while she was rubbing some circulation back
into her limbs and as the last girl was leaving, she turned back to
Mariko.

   "You be good girl, put dirty clothes on chair, then go to bed.
Okay?" Mariko nodded her head and the guard stepped out of the room
and then closed and bolted the door. Mariko couldn't believe that
this was all she was going to have to endure, a simple ankle chain,
but she figured she had better make the best of it. Out popped the
ball gag, and for some reason her jaws didn't seem quite as sore as
they had been in the past.

   "Maybe it's that the ball is a little smaller... Or maybe,
(gulp!) I'm just getting used to it!" said Mariko out loud. She was
beginning to forget what her voice sounded like. Mariko made short
work of her clothes, all except for the stocking on her right leg
that had to be fed carefully through the cuff on her ankle. She
piled the dress and everything on the chair and then tested the
length of the chain. She found that the chain was anchored to the
foot of the bed and although she could easily move about in the
room, she could not quite reach the door to her cell unless she
laid down on the floor and stretched as far as she could. At that,
when she did this stretch, all she could manage was to touch the
bottom of the door. Not much help at all. 

   She went and used the bathroom to get ready for bed, she brushed
her teeth and combed her hair and washed up. She found herself
finally beginning to relax as she prepared herself slowly, lazily
for bed. Just as she was finishing up brushing her hair the lights
suddenly snapped off and there was nothing Mariko could do but
follow the chain back to her bed in the pitch blackness. As soon as
her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.

   Mariko awoke to a annoying buzzer. Her first reaction was to try
to shut off her alarm clock but it wasn't on her night stand as it
usually was. She groped around for it with closed eyes savoring the
lovely feeling of her soft warm bed. She was beginning to get a bit
annoyed that nothing in her bedroom seemed to be where it was
supposed to be. As she started to roll over to look for the clock,
the cuff on her ankle pinched her and she was startled back to
reality.

   "Okay, Okay!" I'm awake!" She said out loud grumpily to no one
in particular. As soon as she said that, the annoying buzzer ceased
it's incessant racket. Mariko laid in bed for a while trying to rub
the sleep from her eyes, when one of her senses jolted her awake.
Her keen sense of smell had detected the unmistakable aroma of
bacon, clearly close by and maybe even within her reach. She sat up
hopefully and looked about. There, on the table was a tray loaded
with covered plates. Mariko sprung from bed and rushed to the
table, almost tripping on her tether where it was caught in the
blankets of the bed. She saw that there was a note with her name
written on it, propped against a small plastic vase with a rose in
it. Mariko decided that it would be smart to read the note first,
just in case. 

  The note read: 

   Mariko,

   You will follow this set of instructions implicitly. 
   You may eat your breakfast first, but then you will bathe 
   to prepare yourself for school. Then, you will dress
   yourself completely in the uniform we have provided for
   you. You will use the handcuffs we have supplied to
   lock your hands behind your back. All of this should be
   completed by 7:30 AM and no later. You will then wait for
   someone to come for you.

                 A

   Mariko warily spied the garment bag slung across the back of the
chair and then up glanced at the clock. Luckily it was only 6:05 so
she had plenty of time for all she had to do. She took her own
sweet time, enjoying every morsel of her bacon and egg breakfast
and the long bath that followed. When she was finished she
reluctantly placed the garment bag on the bed and with a deep
breath, opened it. Mariko rummaged around inside the bag until she
found a pair of white cotton panties and a bra. The panties were
frilly and much too small for her, as was the training bra they
gave her but she struggled into them anyway. Next she found a white
cotton blouse. Around the collar was a blue and gray striped
necktie. Mariko sighed and despondently buttoned the blouse up and
put the tie on. She looked around for the stockings but all she
found were a pair of gray knee socks.


   "This is getting more depressing by the moment." Mariko thought
as she pulled the gray socks on, having quite a difficult time
getting the one sock under her ankle cuff. The next bit of apparel
that came out of the bag was a scratchy, gray wool jumper, with a
pleated skirt that Mariko was dismayed to find cleared her knees by
a good six or seven inches. Last out of the bag was a blue blazer
with gold buttons and a patch on the pocket.

   "Next their gonna want to call me Muffy!" she thought as she
examined the patch. 

   The crest was that of the school she was no doubt enrolled in.
Inside a circular rim of golden embroidered chain was three sets of
linked handcuffs intricately embroidered into a triangle around a
rendition of a red ballgag. On the upper left side of the triangle
was an ornate letter "B" and on the upper right side was an equally
beautiful "D". Finally, across the bottom was the word Academy.

   "Gee, I wonder if they're fully accredited." asked Mariko
rhetorically as she did the inevitable and slipped the blazer on.

   "Hmmmn. Seems they forgot something." Mariko thought as she
searched the bag for a pair of shoes. She found them in a zippered
pouch in the bottom of the bag along with a pair of handcuffs which
she tossed on the table without a glance. Her new shoes fit the
outfit perfectly as they were a pair of black patent leather shoes
with a one button strap and no heels.

   "Wonder why Allison didn't put little mirrors on them... Seems
that would be more her style." our heroine wondered to herself as
she slipped the shoes on her dainty feet. As she sat on the side of
the bed to button the strap, Mariko glanced up at the clock and it
was 25 past 7.

   "Perfect timing, as usual! I wonder what the bitch has in store
for us today." she thought as she ran a finger around her collar.

   Mariko then took up the handcuffs and for the first time
examined them. She hadn't noticed before that there were three
cuffs linked together at their center from the middle link of
chain, If she had one cuff on each wrist there would still be one
cuff dangling loose.

   "They couldn't want to put that on my foot? Could they? thought
Mariko. She knew full well that they could, and would if they
wanted to. She only hoped that was not part of their nefarious
plans. Mariko took the cuffs and placed an open one onto her left
wrist and then squeezed it until it clicked down close to her skin.
She took a moment and checked the fit, she found that she could
turn the cuff all the way around her wrist without it pinching at
all.

   "I guess I might as well face it." she said out loud to herself
as she brought both hands behind her back and laid her wrist into
the other open cuff. She took a long moment to get her nerve up and
then with a deep breath she closed the cuff on her right wrist as
well.

   "Shit!" she said to no one in particular.

   She moved around a bit trying to test the cuffs. She realized
that if she tried hard enough she may have been able to pull her
hands out of the cuffs, but it would take some privacy and more
then a little luck. She also discovered the misery of wearing
panties that are too small. As soon as she had made the slightest
bit of movement both sides of her panties retreated into her crack
and no amount of squirming would get them back out. She tried to
slide down on the bed and raise her skirt up so she could get her
hands back there but as she did the door opened up and Ma'am was
standing in the doorway. Ma'am burst into laughter at the sight of
Mariko's contorted position and continued her chuckling as Mariko
attempted to regain her composure.

   "Get up!" Ma'am commanded as she stepped into the room. Mariko
struggled to her feet and faced the advancing woman. Ma'am casually
walked up to Mariko and then spun her around grabbed the handcuffs
and lifted Mariko's hands up towards the ceiling. 

   "Not bad my dear... Not bad..., but not quite good enough!" she
said as she clicked both cuffs two notches tighter. "You may have
been able to pull your little hands out of those. I'll just assume
that you didn't do that on purpose, okay?

   "Oh, Of course not Ma'am!" sprouted Mariko cheerfully, "After
all, I can hardly wait to find out what you have in store for me
today and I certainly wouldn't expect any unfair advantages." she
added sarcastically.

   "That's the spirit my dear! Your finally getting the hang of
this!" said Ma'am as she pulled the two chairs close together and
motioned to Mariko for her to sit.

   Ma'am proceeded to apply only a minimal amount of make-up on
Mariko's face, mainly only a little blush on her cheeks. She
produced a wide red ribbon and tied it into a bow in Mariko's hair
on the top of her head.

   "Doesn't that clash with my outfit? asked the captive
schoolgirl, it actually clashed more with her sense of dignity.

   "Well, yes, it does a little, but it still looks awfully cute."
replied Ma'am as she used a bobby pin to insure that the bow would
stay in place. She rummaged around in her bag for a moment and then
pulled out the inevitable roll of tape. Mariko had figured this
would happen sooner or later so she was prepared for it... or at
least she thought she was. Ma'am ripped off a small piece of the
tape and leaned towards our little heroine. Mariko immediately
noticed that this tape was much narrower then the stuff she was
used to, maybe only one inch wide. Ma'am made a face to Mariko
indicating that she should pinch her lips tightly together, and
when Mariko had done this she carefully stuck the tiny rectangle of
tape over her lips. Mariko couldn't help but giggle at this
ridiculous attempt at silencing her. This gag, compared with any of
the others she had endured wouldn't keep her quiet for a second!
She was tempted to show Ma'am that right then by simply opening her
mouth. As Mariko, with a bit of a feeling of victory, looked up at
Ma'am she was suddenly taken aback by Ma'am's smiling face and
negatively shaking head.

   "Before you try that," said Ma'am, as if reading Mariko's mind.
("How does she DO that?!!" thought Mariko angrily.) "Let me
explain. The gag you're wearing now is one of our most effective
ones. You see, it is what we call a volunteer gag, it's sole
purpose is as a reminder to you that you have been forbidden to
speak and that's about all. I'm sure that you're thinking that all
you have to do is wiggle your little nose and that tape will pop
right off your face... and you're probably right. But, if you do,
I assure you that within moments you will be wearing a real gag.
One that is designed first to be uncomfortable, and second to keep
a talkative little girl silent." Ma'am said bluntly. "If you choose
not to believe me just go ahead and open your mouth." Ma'am watched
Mariko closely as the now securely taped girl sat and stewed over
this turn of events. A resigned grunt from Mariko spurred Ma'am to
continue.

   "Well I'm glad, Your finally getting smart." Ma'am said
"Besides, look at this face..." She continued as she turned her
head from side to side so Mariko could see her smiling face.
"...How could it lie!"

   Ma'am chuckled over her joke as she took out a gray wool beret
which she put on Mariko, stylishly cocked to the side. She reached
down and unlocked the cuff on Mariko's ankle using a key she had
brought with her. Ma'am then stood and motioned Mariko to the door.
Mariko obeyed with only a sigh of protest and she marched out into
the hallway where she was met by one of the guards who was carrying
a blue book bag bearing the same emblem as the one adorning
Mariko's breast pocket. She stuck the bag into Mariko's fettered
hands and then guided her down the hall by her elbow towards an
uncertain future.

   Mariko stumbled along like this for a while, the heavy book bag
she carried bumped annoyingly into the back of her legs with each
step, but she didn't complain. After she took one look at the
scowling guard she realized she wouldn't be getting much sympathy.
After a long walk on the same sub-basement level they came to a
small bolted door. The guard stopped Mariko in front of the door
and then tugged at the bolt and opened the door and shoved Mariko
in. It took only a moment to regain her composure and take in her
surroundings as the door slammed shut behind her. Mariko found
herself standing in a tiny, window-less cloak room. There were
clothes pegs all around, with some of them holding various coats
and hats and such. Standing closely together in the center of the
room were all of the reluctant guests from the dinner party. Each
girl wore a uniform identical to the one Mariko sported and was
restrained with the same three part handcuffs that she also wore.
The only difference was that none of the other girls had her mouth
taped shut as Mariko did. They all stared silently at the newest
addition to the room until Kelly stepped forward slowly. When she
did, Mariko caught a glimpse of Courtney's scowling face from where
she had been standing in the corner, blocked from Mariko's view by
the group. At least now Mariko wasn't the only one with tape stuck
on her face. Kelly approached Mariko slowly.

   "You have to take your hat off and put it on a hook before they
open the doors." she said sweetly, not at all demandingly. Mariko
realized that she was trying to be nice, letting her in on a rule
before it got Mariko into any trouble. Mariko briefly thought about
how she was going to perform that miracle without the use of her
hands when Kelly continued,

   "We usually try to help each other, here, let me turn around
then you bend down." she said as she turned her back to Mariko and
raised her hands up. Mariko bent forward and put her hat into
Kelly's reach and Kelly carefully plucked it off of her head.
Mariko watched as Kelly gracefully hung the hat on a peg on the
back wall and then smiled to Mariko. Mariko tried to say thank you
to Kelly but all she could manage was "Mmange mmuu!" The group
giggled at her mumbling, but she wasn't taking any chances with
loosening the tape, at least not until the right moment. 

   "Your welcome. Anytime." said Kelly as she stepped back to the
group who went back to chatting. Mariko kept one ear on the
conversation as she edged her way around to where Courtney stood
and after a nod and a tapped smile they both listened to the
conversation that was going on.

   "So anyway, as I was saying," began Kimberly, "The walls are
Egg-shell white and I found these beautiful taffeta curtains that
matched the carpet perfectly, When I found out the price I almost
fainted. I was looking for something else when Steve came up out of
the clear blue and said we would get the ones I liked. I almost
died. He's the..."

   Kim was rudely interrupted as the door behind where Courtney and
Mariko were standing opened up. Immediately, all the girls fell
absolutely silent and they formed a line facing the open door.
Mariko and Courtney had been startled by the door and they
retreated to the end of the line where they could watch the goings
on. Annette was the first to enter the room followed by Gina,
Linda, Kimberly and finally Kelly. Mariko watched the procession
with amazement as they calmly entered the next room. When Kelly
reached the doorway, Mariko could finally see what was going on.
Inside, the room was decorated to appear like an school classroom.
There were chalk boards on two walls and a podium against the far
wall. Next to the podium, in the corner beside the blackboard was
a high wooden stool. In front of the podium were three neatly lined
up rows of desks, with four in each row. The desks were the modern
kind, made up simply of a chair and a flat section on one arm, to
write on. Mariko could see both Ma'am and Joan here, they were both
dressed in long, flowing black graduation gowns and those silly
square hats with the tassels, Mariko couldn't remember what they
were called. Kelly stepped up to Ma'am as Joan was finishing
guiding Kim to her seat. All the other girls stood rigidly beside
their desks. Ma'am ripped a small piece of tape from a roll and
held it up to Kelly's face.

   "Thank you Professor Ma'am!" said Kelly (It sounded more to
Mariko like 'Thank yuh Prefsser Mum' because of Kelly's accent)
before she pursed her lips together and Ma'am pressed the tape into
place. Joan came up and took Kelly by the elbow and led her to the
second row of desks and began seating her in the first desk. Ma'am
took hold of Mariko and pulled her into the room. First she
inspected the tape on her mouth to see if it had come loose at all
(Mariko was thankful now that she hadn't given in and loosened the
gag herself) then she led Mariko to the third desk in the second
row where she would be beside Kimberly who was beside Kelly. She
stood Mariko beside her desk and then squatted down at Mariko's
feet. Mariko watched in fascination as Ma'am reached under the desk
and pulled out a set of wooden stocks that attached to the front
legs of the desk. The stocks slid out perpendicular to the seat.
Ma'am opened the stocks then coaxed Mariko's ankles into them and
locked them shut. Mariko was now committed to stand beside the
desk. Meanwhile, Joan had brought Courtney in and was at that
moment, adjusting her set of stocks at her seat in the first desk
of the third row. Ma'am took Mariko's school bag and took out a
notebook and a pencil and put them on Mariko's desk top. She then
went to the front of the room and stood by the podium.

   "Good morning class!" Ma'am said in an artificially nasal voice.
Everyone except Mariko and Courtney responded as best they could,
mumbling "MMnnig fmfff Mmaaammm!" Luckily it was loud enough so
that no one noticed that Courtney and Mariko hadn't responded on
cue.

   "You may be seated class." said Ma'am and Mariko watched as
everyone turned their hips sideways and sat down on their chairs
and then pulled their fettered feet in under them. Mariko tried
this and she found that it was easier then it looked to sit in that
awkward position and that her foot-stocks slid easily in under her
chair. Joan walked around the room kicking a little catch on the
base of the chair that each girl sat in and then she clipped the
free handcuff onto the support of the backrest of the desk. When
she got to Mariko, she kicked the catch on the chair and Mariko
realized that the catch locked the stocks in place under the chair
and that if Mariko wanted to stand the catch would first have to be
released so she could slide her feet out from under the desk. After
she had locked the loose handcuff to the backrest she pulled a
leather strap with a buckle out of her robe and lashed Mariko's
right elbow to the side of the arm rest and unlocked her right
wrist from it's confines in the cuffs. Mariko slowly moved her arm
up onto the desk top where she could reach the notebook and pencil.


   "You'd better take good notes." said Joan as she walked away
towards the front of the where she searched in Gina's bag and found
a pair of eye glasses that she put on Gina before releasing her one
hand. With the class finally settled, Ma'am was able to begin her
lecture. 

   The routine was pretty much set at the B&D academy. The opening
one and one half hours was devoted to a lecture on bondage
physiology with Ma'am covering one specific part of the body and
how it relates to bondage as a whole. At this lecture she described
the physical make-up of the human wrist and it's strengths and
weaknesses where it came to the binding of the wrist. She talked at
length about different key pressure points and how certain
situations should be avoided. Mariko couldn't help but think that
although she had endured almost continuous bondage over the last
few weeks, she had never experienced any major problems with lack
of circulation. This is not to say she didn't experience any
discomfort, but now that the topic had come up she had never had
any limb fall asleep on her. Ma'am continued, explaining that there
was always an outside possibility that some day they would find
themselves bound by more inexperienced hands then they were
accustom to, there were some tricks that they could use to relieve
any undue stress they might be experiencing... Mariko was amazed by
what was going on around her, 

   "There's a damn science to all this!" she thought. All this time
she figured that all they were doing was spontaneously trussing her
up for the hell of it. Now she was beginning to realize just how
dangerous this activity potentially is, and how concerned about her
safety her captors really were and how carefully they "did her up".


   Mariko was jolted back to the present by an open handed swat on
the back of her head. It wasn't very painful but it did scare the
hell out of her, she hadn't noticed Joan sneaking up behind her.

   "So! You don't feel it's necessary to take any notes I see! Do
you think Ma'am is up there for her health?" Joan growled into
Mariko's ear. "Well, we will see about this. 10 demerits!" she said
as she took out a little black book and wrote something into it.
("Demerits?!?!? thought Mariko.) "Perhaps a pop quiz is in order,
What do you think, Ma'am?" finished Joan. The entire class groaned
when she mentioned the word "quiz".

   "Well, I'm feeling a little magnanimous this morning, perhaps we
can give them another chance, Joan." said Ma'am to the nodding
approval of everyone in the room, including Courtney and Mariko.

   "I suppose we could continue this lecture tomorrow. Besides, we
have a book report due today, don't we Gina?" Gina nodded and
reached into her book bag and withdrew several neatly typed pages.
"You know... I think an oral presentation would be a nice change of
pace this morning." Ma'am said. With that, Joan walked over to
where Gina sat and took the papers away and handed them to Ma'am,
then returned and twisted Gina's free arm back behind her where it
was re-locked into her handcuffs. After this was accomplished, Joan
removed the leather strap from where it held her elbow on the arm
rest and then unlocked the cuff that was attached to the back of
the chair. With a casual tap with her foot, Joan released the lock
holding Gina's stocks in place under the desk and Gina, with a
grace gained only through practice, slid her feet out from under
the desk and stood up. Joan reached around her and peeled the tape
off her mouth and left it hanging on her cheek held there by a tiny
bit of adhesive.

   "Remember now Dear, Good posture and speak from the diaphragm so
that everyone can hear you." said Ma'am. "You may begin." 

   "My book report is on the novel 'Meter Maids in Bondage' written
by Jack Ovski, published in 1979 by Sleazeball Press. New York, New
York." Gina began in a surprisingly sexy, husky voice that
surprised Mariko because it didn't seem to fit with the appearance
of this petite Italian girl dressed in the silly little school
uniform.

   Mariko concentration on the book report lasted only a few
seconds. She found herself thinking about the events of the last
few weeks. One thing that stood out in her mind was an image, That
of escape. It was odd though, that rather then daydreams she had in
the past, her new fantasy was one of rescue and not of flight. The
events that went on around her in her little dreams were totally
out of her control and she somehow found that a bit thrilling. She
pictured herself kind of like the heroine who found herself tied to
the railroad tracks, helplessly bound and gagged, waiting for her
hero to arrive to carry her away to freedom. (only Mariko never
remembered those movie heroines having her elbows tied so that they
touched...) Mariko had never had a hero before. She had always been
too busy looking out for herself to waste a lot of time thinking
about such things. But now, with very little time to do anything
other then think, she found herself carried further and further
away with these thoughts. The faceless hero would race into the
picture to dispatch the villain with one carefully placed punch and
snatch her away from her impending doom just in the nick of time as
the train rumbled by spewing dust and steam. He would carry her off
in his arms to where they would live happily ever after. 

   "Hummnn..." mused Mariko pleasantly, her smile hidden by the
tape on her lips. "It's just that it's my daydream and I can't ever
seem to get him to untie me!" Mariko became a little annoyed at
herself for enjoying these fantasies a little more then her
conscience should have allowed, but the stirrings she felt when her
mind wandered were slowly breaking down her defenses. 

   Mariko awoke from her little daydream to Ma'am's exuberant
clapping and several grunts of approval from the other members of
the peanut gallery. Ma'am continued as Joan set about putting Gina
back into her seat. 

   "Excellent, excellent! my dear!" said Ma'am as she sat behind
the big desk in the corner of the room. Gina curtsied politely in
response to the compliments and then returned to her seat where
Joan re-applied the adhesive tape to her lips. 

   Mariko concentrated as hard as she could on the lessons at hand.
Ma'am's next lecture regarded etiquette as it pertained to the
daily life of a slave. When it suffices to curtsy, or when it is
necessary to kneel. The rules of conduct for the well trained slave
seemed to be very formal to Mariko as she scribbled frantically in
the notebook. She wondered for a moment or two whether she would be
able to remember all of them...

   "Wait A Minute!!... What's the matter with me!..." Mariko
muttered, berating herself. "I don't want to remember ANY of these,
for crying out loud!" Mariko looked down at her notebook in
amazement as she realized that she had written down almost
everything that Ma'am had said over the last forty five minutes.
She looked up at Ma'am who was still droning on about the proper
way to kneel while attending a Mistress. (On her right, about three
feet away with hands folded in lap) Ma'am had a strange look on her
face as she continued with her lecture, she was looking steadily at
something to Mariko's right. She continued with the lecture as she
slowly approached the blackboard behind the podium. Mariko, as
subtlety as possible, turned her head to see what Ma'am was so
intent upon. All the other girls were writing for all they were
worth and Joan was reading a book in the front corner of the room
and was oblivious to what was transpiring in the class. Mariko
turned a little further to her right and she could finally see the
object of Ma'am's attention. Courtney sat slumped in her seat at
the rear of the classroom with her head bobbing up and down as she
was obviously slipping off to sleep. A cold chill ran down Mariko's
back as she realized her friend's impending doom. Suddenly a
chalkboard eraser flew across the room and bounced resoundingly off
Courtney's noggin. The sequence of events that followed could best
be described as slap-stick. Courtney jumped as high as a girl bound
to a chair possibly could, sending her pencil and notebooks
crashing to the floor and she let out a scream that would have
awakened the dead. The tape on Courtney's lips proved itself about
as effective as a candle in a hurricane as it almost flew off her
face. All that did was scare the heck out of everyone else in the
room, Joan jumped to her feet so fast it seemed like she had sat on
a firecracker. Everyone turned to look at Courtney as she slid down
in the chair with a horrified look on her face as the chalk dust
settled all around her. It was obvious she knew that she was in
some very deep shit... 

    The days seemed to run slowly together. Mariko was getting used
to the routine of the school days. It seemed the only thing that
changed was the uniform. It was always a variation of the English
public-school girl outfit they had worn the first day. Other times,
seemingly at random, they would be wearing another variation of the
school uniform: a gray skirt and gray pullover sweater in place of
the wool jumper of the other variation. Of course, it also had the
same blue and gray striped necktie and blue blazer with the ever
present B&D Academy crest on the pocket. Courtney, as had become
the norm, sat stiffly at attention on the stool in the corner. Just
as she had that first day. This time Joan and Ma'am had been more
methodical than they had been on the first day. They had removed
Courtney's blazer so that she only had the sleeves of the thin
sweater to cushion the bite of the thin leather belt that welded
her elbows together behind her back. Identical belts pinned her
ankles and knees tightly together. They strapped a leather collar
around her neck that was very stiff and high in the front so it
forced her to hold her head up in a statuesque fashion. A thin
strap ran from the back of the collar into her mouth to hold a
large blue ball securely in place. As the final punishment for not
having memorized her lesson for the day she had been been bent over
the stool and smacked 25 times with the dreaded B&D Academy paddle.
She had then been forced to sit on the throne, shifting her weight
from one sore buttock to the other in a futile attempt at finding
a comfortable position. The pressure exerted by the elbow strap
didn't help as it pulled her shoulders back and forced her breasts
up and out against the clingy sweater, perfect targets for Ma'am,
who took great pleasure in poking and prodding the helpless girl
with her pointer at every opportunity.

   Mariko had other things on her mind as she busily scribbled in
her note book. Time was running out and she had to finish her
creative writing assignment before the end of the week or else she
would certainly get enough demerits to wind up there beside
Courtney. Her first story had warranted the punishment... it got an
"F". It was about a girl who was mistakenly arrested and handcuffed
by a policeman. Ma'am said it was a nice start, but unfortunately,
it was Joan who was grading the papers. She said that the content
was weak, the spelling atrocious, the grammar unintelligible and
the plot implausible. (unlike OUR little story...:^) It got Mariko
two days on "THE STOOL". Her second story was about an over
bondaged judge who ordered the unruly female defendant bound and
gagged for the remainder of her trial. Then, when the female
defense counselor argued a little too long, the judge issued
another "GAG Order" and dictated that she be restrained as well.
The prosecution (You have two guesses what gender the prosecution
is...) argued that the defendant couldn't possibly get a fair trial
with her lawyer tied and gagged, So, the judge simply evened things
up by........

   ("...And the unprecedented trial is now in it's 107th day".)

   "Much better!" said Joan.

   Mariko was putting some of the finishing touches on her next
story, a science fiction, entitled: MARS NEEDS WOMEN! when Joan
interrupted everyone.

   "That's enough for today girls! Put your notebooks away..." She
said as she clapped her hands with authority.

   "We have a little surprise for you this afternoon." With that,
Ma'am came up to the front of the room with a big jumble of leather
straps which she placed on the front desk.

   "I just hate these surprises!" thought Mariko. Out of the pile
fell a blue ball gag that was quickly snatched up by Joan who
casually brushed it off and waited as Ma'am helped Linda out of her
seat.

   "Ma'am and I decided that since it was such a lovely day
outside, We would take you for a Nature walk." she began. "There
are countless examples of flora and fauna to be discovered on the
estate, and maybe we'll be lucky enough to be able to find some of
it."

   "HUmmp, I'll bet there's someone named Flo and Fawn tied to some
tree out there..." Mused Mariko. It would be typical.

   Linda was marched up to the front of the room as Joan and Ma'am
set about getting her ready for her "Outing". Joan removed the tape
from Linda's mouth and held the ballgag up to her lips. Linda
reluctantly opened her mouth and Joan deftly inserted the plug and
tightened the straps around the back of her neck, under her hair.
Ma'am was busy on the floor as she used a pair of ankle cuffs with
about eighteen inches of chain to hobble the girl. After Joan had
gagged Linda, she pulled a narrow belt out of the pile and put it
around Linda's waist. Attached to the center of the belt was a
metal ring which stuck out of the flap in the back of her blazer.
Ma'am then reached up and locked the loose cuff to the ring.
Therefore, Linda's hands were loosely but inescapably attached to
her body. Joan used a small lock to prevent anyone tampering with
the belt. Ma'am went and got Linda's hat, A straw "Skimmer" type
hat with a blue ribbon that hung over the rim in the back, and
popped it on the blushing school-woman's head.

   "If we're not careful, their gonna come and scoop us all up in
a net and take us away!" thought our soon-to-be, courageous,
butterfly hunter.

   Soon, the entire class was outfitted for their trek. Mariko
chewed on the ball trying to work it into a more comfortable
seating in her mouth, without much luck. She looked around at the
others as Joan and Ma'am had left them locked in the cloak room for
a few moments. Courtney had the dubious distinction of being the
only one in a unique situation. Their two "Head Mistresses" had
determined that she still had some more discipline time coming so
they had only deemed it necessary to remove her ankle strap so she
could walk. As it was, she was tottering around like Frankenstein
because of the neck brace. Everyone else milled around waiting for
their guide's return, making slurping sounds while trying to become
accustom to the things that had been imposed on their oral
cavities.

   Before long the main door to the cloak room opened and the girls
were greeted by the sight of Ma'am and Joan who had changed into
matching Khaki safari outfits with leather boots, gun belts
(complete with cap pistols.) and safari helmets. The guides were
all business as they herded the bound girls into a line and the
party was off on a trip to adventure.

   Joan led the party out of the house and followed a trail out
through the garden and down a path into the woods. They marched
wearily along, stopping periodically while Joan pointed out
something of profound interest to the unimpressed hikers. Ma'am
spent most of the tour walking just behind Mariko who was dawdling
at the back of the line of girls.

   The class had not traveled very far when from behind them, one
of the oriental guards jogged up the trail to our intrepid little
band and called out for them to stop.

   "Ma'am!" the guard began. "Mistress Allison, she send me find
you, She say you bring Miss Sweetcakes to her right away."

   "Right now?" Ma'am questioned.

   "Yes, now." the guard nodded.

   "Well, I suppose, but will you be all right with all of them
Joan?"

   "Sure, no problem... Just leave Ting-le here with me." answered
Joan.

   "Okay, Sweetcakes! Front and center!" Ma'am shouted even though
everyone was right there. Kelly stepped reluctantly forward.

   "We have to make some time dear." Ma'am said as she knelt to
remove Sweetcakes hobble. Ma'am snapped one end onto Kelly's wrist
and using it as a leash, pulled Kelly off in the direction of the
house, turning back only to wave good-bye to the expedition. So the
group forged ahead.

   After about twenty minutes of following the winding trail they
came to the edge of the woods where it bordered the estates stable
area. The parade proceeded along beside one of the white stock
fences that made up the horse runs. In the next pen Mariko could
see Richard fiddling with one of the legs of his camera's tripod as
he was preparing to shoot some pictures of one of Allison's mares.
When he heard the clinking of the girl's hobbles he turned suddenly
as they had surprised him. When he saw who it was, a wide grin came
across his face as he finished his adjustments and rose to
intercept the group as they passed by.

   "Good afternoon ladies!" he said magnanimously as the group
neared him. Joan stopped short in front of Richard and tipped her
hat. All the schoolwomen stopped and faced Richard and politely
curtsied to him. Mariko made it a point to dip just a little bit
lower then the others, She hoped he wouldn't overlook the
significance of it.

   Richard looked over the whole motley crew. When he reached
Mariko his eyes lingered. "And how are you today... " he said,
addressing the group but never taking his eyes off the petite
Japanese woman.

   "We're all fine! " replied Joan, but Richard didn't respond. He
was only asking one member of the group and when Mariko nodded he
smiled. "Nice hat." he said to Mariko who blushed about four shades
of red, and then he turned to converse with Joan.

   "I'm so happy to hear that Joannie dear, but I was wondering if
I could borrow one of these lovely ladies to give me a hand here
while I work." Mariko perked right up! "Oh Please..." she thought.

   "I'm sorry Richard but that is out of the question! I'm in
charge, and these girls are out here to study, not play games! "
replied Joan abruptly. Mariko's heart sank. If only she could be
alone with him for a few moments. She had so many things she wanted
to tell him. And escape was one that was pretty far down on the
list.

   "It's not games! It's real work. Honest!" countered Richard with
a demeanor that only lacked a glowing halo over his head.

   "Sure... Work... " replied Joan. "Not today Richard. C'Mon
girls, we've got a lot of ground to cover. Let's go!" With that
Mariko felt a shove on her shoulder and she reluctantly followed
the group back along the trail and into the woods. Mariko glanced
back several times as she was prodded off. Richard waved and
watched the procession as they continued off into the woods before
he went back to work setting up the shoot.

    >From: wi.74@wizvax.methuen.ma.us >Subject: STORY - B&D ACADEMY
Chap. 5 5/5 >Date: 14 Aug 91 04:35:10 GMT >Lines: 174

   

   Mariko was having trouble keeping her bearings as the little
band of explorers proceeded through the woods to another clearing.
There Joan stopped the group.

   "This is a good place to take our break." She explained as she
sat down on the grass and laid back. "You all can look for
interesting plants and such and when we get started again I'll
explain them to you... Ting-le, you watch the group as they work."

   With that, the uniformed girls began to spread out in a vain
attempt to find something interesting. Mariko looked about for a
few moments as she drifted over nearer the woods. As she drifted
further away she nonchalantly glanced back at Joan, who seemed
intent on taking a nap and then at the guard who was walking in
distracted circles kicking at the ground. The moment was at hand.
Mariko suddenly met eyes with Courtney who was in the center of the
group. With her knees and elbows still strapped tightly together,
she didn't have a prayer of getting very far. Courtney obviously
knew exactly what Mariko was planning and she nodded intently to
her friend. Mariko had reached a small rise on the edge of the
field close to the woods where she paused and looked back. At that
moment Courtney let out a scream and fell forward. It was now or
never!

   Mariko broke for the woods and in seconds was out of sight of
the group. She felt a rush of exhilaration unlike anything she had
ever experienced before in her life as she rushed on through the
trees as fast as her hobbled legs could carry her. She found that
she moved most effectively when she did a little gallop step rather
then attempting a full run which was noisy and more awkward as her
feet reached the end of the tether. She fell twice but luckily she
landed on soft ground and was unhurt. Another problem quickly arose
as she hurried along, the ball, still strapped securely in her
mouth, was preventing her from getting all the air she needed and
therefor she was becoming winded quickly.

   She decided she had better stop for a moment to rest and decide
on a strategy for escape. She spied a dense clump of bushes that
would afford some cover so she stepped into them to rest. The first
thing was to try to get the damn gag off. Actually it was the only
thing she could do because every thing else she was wearing locked.
She tried to pull her hands around far enough to reach the gag but
while she was running her blazer had slipped off her shoulders and
was caught halfway down her arms thus hampering her movement even
more. She couldn't get her hands up anywhere near her face. She
then tried to pry the gag off using a nearby branch but the strap
was far too tight to get a stick between her cheek and the leather
strap. It was hopeless to try this route anymore. Obviously, there
wouldn't be any getting loose without help. Now she had to figure
a way out of there. It didn't take long for her to realize that she
really didn't have any idea which way to go. Mariko had little
choice but to just choose a direction and hope for the best.

   Mariko picked herself up and started walking in a direction away
from the way she had just come. She moved along at as quick a pace
as she could stand and tried to keep going in a straight line.
Eventually she would have to reach somewhere where there would be
someone to help her. Suddenly she heard the sound of a horse
whinnying.

   "Oh NO!" thought Mariko. "I've headed right back!" she moaned.
Sure enough, Mariko reached the edge of the woods and she was right
behind the stables about 150 yards away from where they had seen
Richard. Directly in front of her was a big red barn with an empty
corral next to it. Off to the right, Mariko could make out a ranch
hand. She thought it was that guy, Karl, who she had met before.
Suddenly she saw a flash of light way off to the left in the corral
where Richard had been working, He was still there! That was that!
Mariko instantly decided what she would do. She would make her way
over to him without being seen. He was sure to take her gag off and
then she could explain and get him to help her. Mariko crept out of
the woods and as quickly as she could, she made her way to the back
of the barn. She crept quietly around the side of the barn and out
to the front where the horse path was enclosed within two fences.
Mariko would have to cross this path and then go the 100 yards or
so to where Richard was working, This was obviously the most
dangerous part because it was all in the open, but she had to try.
Mariko crept forward and was about to squeeze between the slats in
the fence when, from around the corner of the barn came the
thundering of hoofs. Mariko was just barely able to throw herself
backward behind a bale of hay as three horses thundered by and off
down the trail. Mariko peeked up from her hiding place to see
Allison, in her typical jeans and cowboy hat riding attire leading
Sir Reginald, who was also casually dressed in hacking clothes, who
was pulling the reins of a third horse carrying Kelly. She was in
personalized, formal fox hunting clothes, a long white riding
skirt, Black high heeled boots and a tight red jacket. Her white
cravat had pulled loose and was flapping over her shoulder and
across her face in the wind. There was little she could do about
that annoyance because her jacket had no sleeves, only a square
pouch in the back into which Kelly's arms were folded. She was also
wearing a riding/discipline helmet similar to the derby Mariko had
grown to despise over the course of her trip with Allison. Mariko
couldn't help but shake her head in amazement. Kelly was even
riding side saddle, "Now that had to be scary!" thought Mariko!

   As the sound of the hoofs faded, Mariko picked herself up and
moved forward, intent on continuing with her plan. She looked
carefully to the right and then to the left to where the horses had
just passed and then she began squeezing through the fence again.

   "Whoa there, my little filly!" came a voice from behind her as
a hand tangled itself in her hair and pulled her back through the
fence. "Just where do ya think you're goin'" Mariko suddenly found
herself face to face with Karl, who kept a firm grip in her hair
almost lifting her off the ground. "What's say you an me have a
little party!"

   This was trouble!! Mariko's eyes flew open and she screamed as
loud as she could but most of the sound was smothered by the ball
in her mouth. Karl wrapped his arms around Mariko's waist and
easily lifted the desperately struggling girl off the ground "I
ain't never had one like you before..." he whispered in her ear as
he carried her towards the back of the barn. Mariko was desperately
trying to kick him, but her fettered feet were almost no use at
all. She kicked both feet into the side of the barn in an attempt
to knock Karl off balance but to no avail, all it did was make some
noise. Karl carried her to the back of the barn and then dropped
her down into some hay. Mariko's mind was screaming as she
desperately tried to get up but Karl had one foot firmly planted on
her ankle chain preventing her from standing up.

   "I always wondered about the type who likes the rough stuff. But
hey Baby-san, If that's what you want, Ol' Karl's ready to
provide." he said as he leered down at the prone girl. "Get
yourself ready for the wildest ride you ever done had!" With that,
Karl knelt down next to Mariko and pushed her sweater up around her
neck and ripped open the buttons of her blouse. He pulled her bra
up over her breasts and began pulling and pinching her nipples
between his callused fingers. Mariko struggled, but he easily kept
her pinned to the ground. When he turned his attention to ripping
her panties she could do nothing more the screw her eyes shut and
try to shut out the sound of his grunting breaths.

   "What da F..." THUD!!!! All the weight suddenly disappeared from
Mariko's side.. The prying fingers were gone. The sound was that of
a body crashing against the side of the barn. Mariko opened her
eyes and through a veil of tears she saw two men facing each other
off.

   "You Mother! She's mine! Get away from her!" shouted Karl.

   "No... You're not gonna hurt her. You wanna try, Your gonna have
to go through me!" replied Richard through gritted teeth. Mariko
crawled back, away from the two men as the tears continued to well
up. Karl reached around into his pocket and pulled out a knife.
Richard didn't move.

   "I'll cut you!" shouted Karl "Get away!" Richard still didn't
move. Karl suddenly lunged at Richard. Richard stepped back and to
the side and faster then Mariko could follow, his foot flew up and
knocked the knife right out of Karl's hand. With the same motion
Richard spun around and planted his other foot directly in the
center of Karl's chest with enough force to send him crashing back
into the side of the barn. Mariko had never seen karate in real
life before but it was obvious that Richard was giving Karl a
lesson right now. Karl stood dazed as Richard moved forward and
spun again, kicking him across the face. Karl crashed back into the
barn wall then crumbled forward to the ground, unconscious.

   Richard came and knelt next to the sobbing girl, he gently
lifted her head into his lap and cradled it there for a moment
while he pulled her sweater back down to cover her.

   "Don't worry, you're safe now, he can't hurt you." Richard said
soothingly. "It's a good thing I heard you. There, there... it's
all right now." He lifted her head again and pulled the gag strap
loose and as gently as he could, pulled the gag loose. Mariko
looked up at her rescuer as her mouth moved wordlessly. The last
thing she saw was Richard's comforting eyes as the darkness fell
around her. Richard could only hold her close as Mariko slowly
fainted.

Anakha.
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