The following is a work of pure fiction and is not based on any situation in true life. The Author of this story is thoroughly opposes both sex with underage persons and non-consensual sex. The following is a work of pure fantasy and should stay that way.

Ash Island Academy for Girls - part 1

A young boy, whose father has just died after a long battle with cancer, is on route to a small island known to only few people in the world, on that island his Mother is the head mistress of an all girls boarding school. A school that has been the secret of upper class society, long dedicated to older strict methods of student discipline is now about meet its first male in over 50 years. Young Alex is about to meet two senior students who have every intention of ‘looking after him’.

Story Codes (FF/b, Bond, NC, tickle, minor piss, oral,)

Mrs Holmes was the headmistress of “Ash Island Academy for Girls”. Ash Island was a lone Island out in the sea. If you’re thinking of a romantic girls club in the middle of Hawaii with plenty of cool beach boys then you’re in for a disappointment. Ash Island is a small island with only a 5 or 6 mile radius and the sun is scarcely visible behind the fog and rain clouds that surround it. The island had little in the way of people with the exception of the school there was only a handful of elderly and mature folk inhabiting the main town, New Ashton, and of course the members of staff at the school who don’t inhabit the school quarters. That’s right Ash Academy is a boarding school, originally founded by the British government in the 1820s to provide tuition for female members of the aristocracy. The position of the girl’s school has been of little knowledge to the wider world but in the 21st century many who can afford it send their daughters to be tutored at the Academy from all round the world, although primarily from British and former British peoples. Once enrolled at the beginning of September a girl remains in the school until the end of June when she returns to her family for a 2 months holiday. A student would be obliged to work six days a week, having Sunday off officially for church service but it’s the 21st century and not everybody’s a Christian. No girl ever leaves the island. If they become sick then there is suitable health care available at the local health centre and the school doctor is quite professional. On the rare occasions when family members need to be with a girl the family member would be obliged to come to the island and spend time with the girl in one of the residential cottages. The school provided expert resources in counselling, medicine and guidance. The only cases of students leaving the island at all was during the 1930/40s when some were expelled from the school for speaking supportively of Nazi ideology, seriously opposed by the school board. Mrs Holms’ mother had been a student from Germany in the 30s, she was one of a group of children who chose the side of the school, and had remained at the school for the duration of her child life. She had returned to Germany after the war ended and after graduating from the University of Hamburg travelled to England where she fell in love with a nobleman and well you get the idea.

Mrs Holms had also grown up in the school and graduated 20 years previously at the age of 19. She was now 39 and head mistress for a standing 12 years of her life. She loved her job, like many teachers in the world she found it a rewarding career. But while the school was founded on the island the island itself was not officially British territory. The island wasn’t officially part of any government so it was mainly under the jurisdiction of the mayor of Ashton who also in the present time was headmistress of the Academy. They had no form of defensive forces with the exception of a few policemen who looked after the town and the school. But the Island was secretly guaranteed by several world powers so had little to worry about. The British send an observer to check if everything’s all right every fortnight, despite attempts no phone line has been secured between the island and the outside world and the most common form of communication is through post. However a phone line was available around the island so girls brining their mobiles could contact each other.

The School had about 60 or 70 members of staff including 40 teachers and Mrs Holms. The school on average taught between 700 and 800 students ageing from about 5 to 18 with sometimes a year or two’s difference depending on the child. The school currently taught 790 students, 13 times 3 classes of 20 students plus 10 additional 18 to 20 year old students working on specialist levels in different subjects.

It was mid August and Mrs Holms was sitting in her office gazing out the window, as usual it was violently stormy, strong wind and rain. Mrs Holmes was feeling very upset and had tears in her eyes. On the table was a letter from her mother in law

“To my dear daughter in law Mrs Anne Holms

It is with the deepest regret that my son and your husband Edward Holms failed to overcome his unfortunate condition and passed away. By the request of both you and your husband in the case of this event I have arranged for your son and my very dear Grandson to be brought to your presence by the beginning of September. I know you will be able to raise him to be a wonderful young man. I am very dearly sorry for your loss and I hope to meet you later in the year.

Yours sincerely
Eleanor Holms”

Anne’s Husband Edward had contracted stomach cancer late the previous year. Although there was hope nobody expected him to recover he had spent a lot of time on the island being treated by the local doctors. Her son Alex had wanted to come but his parents had insisted he stay with his grandparents in England until his Dad returned home. Anne last saw her husband over a week ago as he was transported by air back to England. She hadn’t seen Alex since the start of the School holidays when she returned home to collect her husband. She loved her son but the distance issue between them was going to be difficult. She had had a meeting with the school board earlier that day about bring Alex to the island. While she agreed that her son’s well being was important she also didn’t want her students to be disturbed by his presence. But everyone else on the school board believed that having just one boy around could be beneficial for all the children, including Alex. The students had virtually no contact with the town and all the staff were women. This meant that they had very little contact with men or boys. All of the staff who were married either lived out in cottages outside the school or like Mrs Holmes left their families at home abroad. With the exception of students and staff who were related know family member stayed at the school. It was agreed that Alex would receive private tuition from a retired member of staff on the island, Dr Olivia Johnson. The good doctor had agreed to it she would have her own study in the academy with Alex and Alex would have his own room amongst the dormitory areas. Anne however was worried about her son in the last 4 years she had been home twice and Alex had met her in Ashton several times a year during all of his school holidays. He never had a proper holiday with a family. Anne had had poor contact with her son and was now suppose to raise him by herself.

Alex arrived on the last day of August. He was a timid boy of 10 years, but well built. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, trainers, and under a fleece coat he had red and blue stripped shirt. His possessions on the plane consisted of a rucksack and a pillow as well as his own suitcases and bags in the hold. He was on a cargo plane bringing the weekly supplies and orders to the island as well as post and on rare occasion’s passengers. Alex was one of five people on the plane. The others were: a pilot, co-pilot, navigator and a stewardess. The stewardess constantly observed Alex. She pitied him for his situation but envied the girls at the school because a gorgeous male was on his way to stay. Like most women in employment in relation to the island the stewardess was a former student of the Ash Island Academy. She was due to start in university at the end of September after earning enough to support herself. She was nearly 20 years old and knew full well what went on at the school. Alex was probably going to be enrolled in the school. If a single boy was entered into the school then everyone involved would have an interesting experience. God she wished that she was still a student now, a male hasn’t entered the school in over 50 years. The boy looked so gorgeous if he was a couple of years older and she was a couple of years younger then she might have had her way. But Alex wasn’t an active teenager, he was a timid little boy, fiddling with the straps of his rucksack and cuddling his pillow while gazing out at the lack of scenery. They were within 50 miles of the island now so they had entered its shroud of mist and fog. The stewardess noticed that his eyes were damp and swollen, he had been crying. The stewardess wanted to approach him but her experience with trouble children taught her only to try and help if she understood the problem. She returned to the back deciding to leave the boy alone.

Alex was feeling really glum. He hoped he would be able to live with his mother. He had hardly known her. His father often spoke of her but Alex hardly ever met her. In living memory she had been around for three birthdays and two Christmas’s and a few other times. But most of her visits were the result of Dad’s stomach cancer in the last year. He wanted to be with his dad or his grand parents but his dad was dead and his grandparents were too old to look after him on their own. He let out another tear and shuffled his pillow in his arms. 20 minutes later the intercom on the plane sounded: “Alright back there young man we will be landing soon so please sit down and fasten your belt.” Alex hadn’t got up since he boarded the plane in Britain. He turned around and sat up straight, a few minutes later he felt the plane land on the island airstrip. “Alright then young man I hope you enjoyed our flight today have a pleasant stay on Ash Island and mind yourself when exiting the plane, the weather here is just terrible ha ha.” Alex undid his belt and gloomily, carrying his bag and pillow exited the plane. As soon as he did he was hit in the face by outside winds he stumbled and seized the side of the stairs. He then struggled his way to the terminal building. He found his way inside and looked around, compared with a big city airport this terminal was miniscule. It consisted of practically one big hall with a small café area, a waiting area, an office and two bag racks and of course two heavily armed security officers on the look out for terrorists. An adult woman approached Alex, she appeared to be in her late twenties, “I am Miss Morris I have been sent by Mrs Holmes to collect you. Do you have all your baggage?”

Alex looked up at the woman “I just need to collect my suitcase from the terminal.”

“Well then young men hurry up and collect it. C’mon chop chop!” said the woman obviously wasting no time making small talk. Alex wandered over to the bag racks, found his suitcase and followed the lady out to the car park, where he again struggled through the whether. Miss Morris retraced her steps towards Alex, took his suitcase in one hand and his hand in the other. She then brought him to a car and put his bags on the back seats and motioned him into the passenger seat. She then set off through the town.

“Now Alex what you see here is virtually all there is on the island besides the school. This town was creatively named Ashton after the great island it sits on. It hasn’t got the magic of Disneyland nor the shopping facilities of New York. If you want McDonalds, or Pizza Hut or some other industrial fancy food then tough the closest we have is a small chip shop, a tea room and a couple of pubs. The facilities of the town are used by the school staff, some of the older students and of course the residents of the town. Many of the younger students never leave the school grounds but as son of both the headmistress and the mayor of Ashton you’ll probably receive VIP treatment. You may or may not know this but a male hasn’t entered are school in over 50 years, and the school has never tutored one either but this ain’t the 19th century and while this is a girls school having a boy around might be useful, do you understand how?”

“No!” answered Alex it was the first word he’d said since he left the airport.

“Well you will soon M’boy. Now this is the school here.” Alex stared out the window. It was a huge castle about twice the size of the tower of London and about half the size of a sky scraper.

“This castle was originally built as a citadel against the French in the 18th century. After the fall of Napoleon it was handed over to a British Earl who converted it into a school and since then it has produced the finest of young women from across the globe of all nationalities.” The car rode across a moat and to the castle doors Miss Morris pressed a button near the radio and the doors swung open to greet them. The car drove out into a courtyard and then into a side garage where the car was lowered by an elevator into a parking area.

“When you learn to drive you’ll end up with a space in here. The spaces are reserved for staff, students and on rare occasion’s visitors.” Miss Morris and Alex exited the car. Two maids, no older than 20 or 21 entered the car park.
“Maria and Alicia will take your belongings to your quarters and unpack them for you.”
“Thank you!” said Alex weakly

“Well it seems you have well disciplined manners so you should adjust easily to this school in that sense.” Said Miss Morris she led him to a lift and pressed a button labelled “head’ office”. The lift took them to the floor which seemed to be some distance above the ground. Miss Morris led Alex into a small office where a woman sat at a desk at a computer typing. “Yes Elena?” she said.

“Alex Holms, Susan! Alex this is your Mothers secretary Mrs Forman.”

“Hello!” said Alex

“Hello love, go right on in your mothers been dead keen to meet ya!” Miss Morris left the room the way they came while Alex knocked on the door of the door on the opposite side of the room.
“Come in.” came a familiar voice. Alex entered the room and looked around. He first saw his mother at the far side window that overlooked the Island. The off ice was the size of a standard lounge and contained a number of filing cabinets and book shelves among other things. “Alex!” came his mother’s voice she approached him and gave him a nice long hug. He returned it.

His mother let go of him. “Come and sit down Alex.”

“Yes Mummy”

“Firstly how are you?”

“I’m better now. By the way Granny asked me say that she’ll be coming here a week on Sunday for Dads funeral.”

“Okay then. Now since you’re not to upset do mind if I get straight to business. The staff have agreed to allow you to attend this school, however your lessons will be private, at least to begin with. This is a girl’s only school technically but we have decided to make an exception in your case. You will have to share bathrooms and changing rooms, except the one in your room with the girls. You will not be aware however that we have strict discipline here. You don’t need to worry about the details right now but they will become clearer later but for now just relax. As my Son and as a male you will have superior status to the students, however the staff and, for the time being, the students on special subjects will have higher status. You will have your own room if you choose to share it that’s your choice, you will be responsible for the cleanliness of your own room a cleaning lady will check up once a fortnight. If there is a problem then I expect you to come to me. Now how about something to drink?”

“Y… Yes mother, when you say discipline, what do you mean?” Alex took a drink from the fridge. 

“Well back home every private school has strict rules that students are obliged to follow. It’s the same here except were a little more, tough on rule breakers. You’ll see.”

“I thought somebody else was tutoring me, is it you?”

“No son I’m not tutoring you. A retired teacher called Dr Johnson will be teaching you. But only from 7:00am till 9:00am from 9:00am till 3:00pm you will be up here studying what you learnt and if you finish early you will be helping me deal with rule breakers.”

Alex was confused “What do you…”

“All will be clear to you nearer the time for now I want you to come here.”

Alex followed his mother to one of the windows. He could see the castle court yard as well as the entrance across the moat. He could make out headlights approaching the school they seemed a bit different to those of a car and realised they were those of a bus.

“There are four of them if each makes two trips between here and the airport then we’ll be able to get all the girls here tonight. It will take time for all the girls to be sent too their rooms. So I suggest we take this opportunity to take you to yours. Follow me!” Alex followed his mother back to the lift. Also while I remember this is your lift key” she handed Zack a key card “students don’t get the lift privilege unless they’re doing specialist subjects. You can have up to one partner who doesn’t have a key in the lift. So if you and another student need to get somewhere you can give her a ride.” They left the lift and Alex followed his mother to a dormitory area.

“This is a student dormitory. Normally a room would be occupied by 2 to 4 students but for now you’ll have a room to yourself.”

“For now?”

“Another time Alex. Now here we are.” Alicia and Maria were standing outside the door, dressed as French maids.

“Your belongings have been unpacked and distributed neatly around your room Alex.” Said Alicia

“We will now prepare you for dinner.” Said Maria

“What!” said Alex

“Splendid I’ll leave my son to you, Alex be good to the nice ladies.”
As Alex’s mum left each of the maids tool an arm and guided him into his room. He was amazed at its size. The room was about twice the size of his Granny’s living room. It had a bathroom, a desk, a seating area (with a small couch and armchair), a double bed, a view of the sea, a small kitchen area (sink, microwave, small oven, fridge and kettle), as well as other things like an oversized suit only the whole room was heated by a fireplace. The maids guided Alex to the seating area and placed him on the couch.

“Right, what do we do with you?” Said Alicia

“We need to change you into something more formal and we only have an hour and a half till dinner.” Said Maria

“Isn’t that plenty of time?” Said Alex

The maids ignored him “I say we wash down, freshen up, dress and then we’re done.” Said Alicia

“I agree!” said Maria 

“Thanks but I can wash and change myse…”

“No you most certainly cannot young man, we’re going to change you.” Said Alicia she then gave an evil smile “and that’s not all!” she nodded to her accomplice and the pair of them seized Alex and carried him to the bed.

“Before you start to complain we have your mothers consent for this little operation.” Said Maria

The two women pulled of their white belts and forced Alex on his front. They then used their belts to securely tie his arms together. Then they pulled his arms back so his upper body was upright while his lower body was kneeling on the bed.

“Let me go!” said Alex

“No Alex we’re doing this whether you like it or not.” Said Maria

“Help!”

“There’s no point in calling this rooms soundproof and we have your mother’s permission to do this.” Said Alicia, with that she lifted her fist up and bashed it against his crotch. Alex gasped he hated feeling that sort of pain. Alicia grasped her hand around his crotch and dug her finger nails in the area around his balls.

“We will do that again at if you don’t behave.” Said Maria, she and Alicia then pushed Alex back down on the bed face up.

“Now we have a confession to make, we’re not actually servants we’re students doing specialist subjects. There are 15 of us all together. You have been invited to this school to meet the sexual requirements that it has unfortunately lacked since its creation.” Said Alicia

“You will have the unique privilege that normally only applies to us girls doing specialist subjects. But you are our inferior. You will have to submit to any demand we choose to bestow upon you. You will not only be performing submissive acts some of the girls like a little dominance over themselves.” Said Maria

“We even like it ourselves sometimes.” Said Alicia

“But today you are going to be the sub, and you may not be a man but you’re closest we’ll have had so far.” Said Maria

Alex was then lifted back up onto his feet. Maria then got out a knife and cut away his shirt “Wow lovely mussels Alex. Do you work out at all?”

“I swim a little!” said Alex trying to avoid the fact that he was about to be raped by a couple of sexually frustrated 19-year-old girls

“Then you’ll be popular with the girls down at the pool.” Said Alicia

Maria in the meantime was paying particular interest to his figure, he was well built for a boy his age. “Ooh I might come back just to admire your chest!”

“We only have an hour and a half you know.” Said Alicia “I’ll take care of the bottom part and you deal with his upper half.”

They laid him back on the bed, Alex felt his trainers being undone by Alicia. But Maria was in the way so he couldn’t see her. “Don’t mind my friend here she’s a lesbian!” said Maria

“What’s a lesbian?” asked Alex

“Oh you are so adorable!” said Maria

“He’s as thick as a brick.” Said Alicia

“Oh shut up, a lesbian is a girl who’s gay.” Said Maria

“What’s gay?” asked Alex

“Thick as my tits!” said Alicia 

“Oh let it rest Li.” Alex felt his shoes being pulled off “When someone’s gay they fancy people of the same sex, girl’s fancy girls, boy’s fancy boys.”

Suddenly Alex felt fingers around his jeans zip. Maria got off him and he saw Alicia undoing his jeans. She undid the button at the top and then pulled his jeans off him leaving him in a pair off long white socks and a pair of white underpants.

“God not those again.” Said Maria “All your underwear is white pants, don’t you wear anything less, ugly?”

Alex said nothing. “Well it doesn’t matter, from tomorrow you’ll be wearing more colourful underwear.” Said Alicia

Alex didn’t care, “Fine they feel like nappies.” Said Alex Maria giggled

“Anyway we need to get on!” Said Alicia

“Aw I wanna have some fun.” Said Maria

Alicia sighed “Fine I’ll run the bath you have your way."

“Ta!” said Maria “Now then Alex it’s just you and me now!”

“Are you a lesbian too?” He asked out of the bloom

Maria giggled again “Sort of I’m known as a bisexual I fancy both genders. Now let’s see how much I can get out of you.”

Maria pulled his dick out of the cock-hole in his underpants. Then she gently pulled back the fore-skin on top. Alex was extra curious about what she was doing. Maria stuck her tongue against the tip of his dick and began circling the top.

Alex shuddered as her tongue tickled the top of. Then she jerked his cock a little and then mouthed it. Alex lay back in pure ecstasy as he had his first ever blowjob. Admittedly he’d prefer to be the Dom while the girl was a Sub but this was cool too. Maria swallowed every last drop of cum without spilling a drop.

Maria replaced his cock in his pants and lifted him off the bed. Then she carried him to an armchair and sat him down on an armchair.

“Now for a drink!” said Maria She went over to the table by the kitchen unit and picked up to bottles of water each containing a litre of water.

“I’m going to untie you now, you are not to try and escape you are to drink this water. Understood?”

“Yes.” Said Alex

He was released from the belts and then he picked up one of the bottles and started drinking.

“Drink it all Alex!” With effort Alex got through both bottles of water.

“Okay this way.” said Maria. She picked him up and took him to the bathroom.

Alex desperately needed to pee. When they entered the bathroom Alex got a good look around what was awaiting him. The Shower compartment was wide enough to accommodate about 6 people. The bath looked like it might be enough to hold a dozen. But what caught his eye was the space before and around the bath tub. There was a pulley hanging from the ceiling and with a manacle at the bottom. There were cuffs fitted to the walls and the floor that looked like they could hold. There were also other forms of restraint across the room that looked very unfriendly to Alex.

“Now then let’s fit you to one of these.” Said Alicia She took Alex over to the pulley and tied his arms the top while Maria tied his feet to the ground.

“Now” said Maria “Let’s try a smile.” She prodded Alex’s thigh, he twitched and let out a giggle. Alicia then ran her fingers down his side. Alex tried to ease away but Maria got his other side and he was trapped between two crazy tickle maniacs.

“Stop… heh… I… I need a pee! Heh heh” He blurted out. But Maria and Alicia ran there fingers all over him without mercy.

“Stop stop I… I… ahhhhhhh!” Alex felt his pants go warm and wet. The two girls stopped. The cut of his smelly pee soaked pants, through them away and then cleaned up.

“Feel better Alicia?” said Maria

“Much thank you Maria” said Alicia. All there time messing around had allowed the bath to finish running. Alex was motioned into the bath and then Maria and Alicia undressed and joined him. They had cute well cared for bodies there bare skin was perfectly smooth and their tits looked like they were carved by only the greatest of artists. Their pussies were shaven to keep away that nasty hair.

“You like our bodies?” said Maria

Speechless Alex just nodded with enthusiasm.

“We’re here to attend to his body not ours” said Maria

With that the girls began scrubbing Alex all over. Alex thought it was pretty cool at first but then Alicia started trying to wash out his arse.

“Keep still! Nothing can go in this unless I make sure it’s clean.” She said

“What the hell is going to go in my Ahhhh!” said Alex as Alicia proved a point. Then she moved to his toes while Maria attended to his cock, she washed it with a cloth nice and gently. Then, predictably, when Alex got another hard on Maria just had to jack him off.

When Alex was clean the girls dressed him in a nice clean suit. Then he was ready for dinner.

To be continued
