Grove Academy a story of the New Republic

It began as a Birthday party for a 15 year old girl. In Latin America, that party is known as a Quince, somewhat similar to a Sweet 16 right of passage, only a year earlier, perhaps because Latin girls feel they mature a bit earlier. It was a somewhat formal event. The girls were mostly between 14 and 16, and were dressed in evening party dresses. Most were low cut, in order to reveal whatever cleavage the girl had; and were tight in order to show the girls waists, asses, and legs. The boys attending were all dressed in suits. The parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins of the Birthday Girl were all in attendance.

We were there dressed as waiters. “We” were 10 Masters from an extremely exclusive Men’s club in the New Republic. “We” were on a recruiting outing for the girl’s reform school that was the centerpiece of our particular club. At any given time our school had 400 girls in attendance between the ages of 13 and 34. The largest concentration of girls was between 14 and 21. All had been convicted of a Capital crime, in most cases drug possession, and sentenced to death. All had become the property of the State, and were in the process of being “rehabilitated” at our school. After a training period that in most cases lasted a year or two, most girls would be sold to a wealthy man that was usually a member of the club, and would become his personal property, and be one of his totally loving, obedient, and submissive wives or concubines.

Training the girls was in many ways more enjoyable than ultimately owning them. Tonight between 10 and 20 girls at the party had absolutely no idea that they were about to begin their training. We spent the first hour of the party as waiters noting which girls we wanted to mark for arrest. One very cute girl, slightly exposing the most beautiful B-cup breasts, was very snotty to me. I marked her, and looked forward to having her sitting on my lap later that night, as I unzipped the back of her dress, making her completely bare from the waist up and fondling and kissing her breasts as foreplay for the paces I would subsequently be putting her through.

As I have already explained, we would be culling 10 to 20 girls out of the 75 attending the party. There were perhaps 7 girls that were an obvious choice for any hetero-sexual, aggressive man. Those 7 girls were stunningly, breath-taking beautiful. There were another 25 girls that were very pretty. Some were only partially through puberty, and would either continue to develop into beauty, or would not. These particular girls were probably still virgins.  Others were further along with very developed breasts and behinds, and mouths that were very pouty. Without a particular type of attention, some of these girls would eventually become over-weight. However with the right kind of attention, combined with strategic types of surgery, these girls could easily be guided into becoming extremely exotic, highly sexual creatures.

It is fairly simple to have a rib removed, thereby guaranteeing an hour-glass figure. Appetites can be regulated with the placement of an intestinal staple. They can receive a very demanding exercise regimen, to be sure that while they stay extremely slender, their asses can be made to grow even more rounded, which they will learn of course, to offer up for punishment and sexual use.  Most of these girls had surely already had some kind of sexual experience, perhaps with more than one boy. It was a completely safe bet that none of them had ever had the kind of sexual experiences we were going to put them through in the very immediate future.

By one week from tonight, none of the 20 girls we were inducting into the school will still be virgins. Each of them will have had their asses opened, almost certainly by more than one man. They will have had their throats thoroughly and deeply fucked. They will have become accustomed to the taste of cum, as well as the taste of their own asses, which they will repeatedly taste on the cocks that they will suck clean, of men that have just sodomized them. They will already have the acquired the habit of sitting down gingerly, so as not to further hurt or irritate the stripes and welts on their asses and the backs of their thighs. They will already be very familiar with the paddle, and the whip, the belt, and the cane.

One week from tonight, when a Master walks by them, they will know better than to look him in the eye. They will bow their head and await his pleasure. If he takes her head in his hands, she will immediately open her lips to receive his mouth, or tongue, his fingers, or his erect penis. She will by that time, know enough to obey his order immediately, whether it is to get over his knee, bend over a table, or kneel on the floor. She will know enough to obey. And that will only be the beginning. But tonight, these silly little girls know nothing of the kind, as we mark them.

We agree on 20, each man choosing 2. We nod to each other in agreement. I speak into the earpiece I wear, and one minute later the front door, the side doors, and the kitchen door all crash open as the police pour into the banquet hall. It is chaos and pandemonium. Massive amounts of drugs appear seemingly out of nowhere. The police out-number the 200 guests, and everyone is arrested. I have been through this routine countless times, and the terror is delicious as I taste it in the air. Sadly, I never tire of it.  I nod to the two Officers that have been assigned to me, and through my earpiece I tell them which two girls I have selected from the table I was serving as the waiter. As all of the 200 guests are arrested and put into Police buses waiting to take them to jail, 20 of the guests- all young girls are put onto a special Police bus. In all of the confusion, no-one notices. This bus will not be with the others that arrive at the jail. It excites the 10 Masters on the bus that the 20 hand cuffed girls trembling on the bus don’t even notice. They are far too frightened. Everyone knows in The New Republic that possession of narcotics means an automatic death sentence. Each of these girls, while they don’t know very much, know they are condemned.

As I and the other Masters walk down the aisle of the bus, we stop at the girls we have individually selected. I take her chin in one hand, and as she whimpers, I lift her head up in order to make eye contact. I smile at her. I am very much looking forward to the pleasure I am shortly going to have with her. She is clearly afraid, and doesn’t know what to do. I caress the side of her face with my hand, and smile again. Her name is Meghan. She is 5’2”, maybe 110 lbs. She is a very pretty girl, 15 years old, B cup- firm breasts. Her precociously visible cleavage juts out of the front of her cocktail dress, as I stand above her. Part of the reason I selected her, is her overdeveloped, pear shaped ass, which I am very much looking forward to playing all sorts games with.

Meghan had been very snotty and rude to me at the party, when I was her table’s waiter. Part of that was certainly my fault, because I am a terrible waiter. But she was very demanding, and loud, and abusive to me- over nothing. Now she knows that something is very wrong, but she doesn’t know quite what. I and the other waiters should not be on this bus with she and all the other hand cuffed girls. The Policemen on the bus should not be deferential to us. But they are, as they respectfully address each of us as “Sir”. Something is very wrong, and the girls don’t know what it is, but they are becoming increasingly more afraid. Each waiter is having what can only be described as an intimate first moment of contact, each with a different girl. The girls don’t know what this means, but they do know that this should not be happening with waiters, and certainly not in front of the Police.

The bus pulled up and stopped at the curb in front of The Grove Hotel, an annex of The Grove Academy. The Police officers get off the bus in order to make room for the Matrons of the Academy, who got onto the bus in an orderly fashion. Two at a time, the Matrons would take one girl and walk her, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, into the hotel and into the main ballroom. Without exception, every girl walked between the two Matrons holding her by the arms, extremely meekly and without resistance. A few girls whimpered until a Matron told her to be silent. The policemen were directed to a different part of the Hotel, where they would be entertained at their own party by a few of our resident students. All 20 Policemen will be entertained by 3 or 4 resident female students.  The Policemen thanked us profusely for inviting them to the Academy. Their party will almost certainly last all night. The Policemen will almost certainly all be sated and drained. The girls will almost certainly be exhausted and filled.

All 20 of our new resident students were escorted by the Matrons into the Hotel Ballroom. Still dressed as waiters, we 10 Masters followed them in. The Ballroom had a stage in front with a punishment bench on it. In front of the stage there were 10 separate sitting areas, each with club chairs, sofas, and tables. Each sitting area also had 2 punishment benches, complete with restraining straps, side by side. Near each set of benches was a table with many accessories, including a wooden paddle, a cane, and additional straps.

The Matrons walked 2 girls to each sitting area, where they were joined by the Master who had selected them for the school. The girls remained standing. Most of the Masters sat on a couch or club chair. The 2 girls I had selected were Meghan, whom I have already described, and Michelle, a beautiful 15 year old blonde, whom I shall describe in complete detail a bit later. I did not join them in their sitting area immediately, but rather walked to the stage in order to pick up the microphone there, and welcome our new residents to Grove Academy. The real party, our party was about to begin.