Chapter 1
The sharp orders echoed off the cement block walls of the reformatory auditorium.
"No cigarettes until after dinner, no talking while marching from class to class or shop to shop, and no back talk!"
Wendy Beddingfield squirmed uneasily in her seat, adjusting the rough woolen prison dress that had been given to her a few hours ago. She kept her eyes focused straight ahead, too terrified to look in either direction at the other girls trapped here.
"This isn't a resort, girls," a tall, middle-aged woman continued from behind the podium. She paused for a moment, scanning her audience with a cold stare. "You're in here for various crimes, and we're here to reform you." The woman fought down a cynical smile, placing her hands on the podium and tilting up her chin. "As far as I'm concerned, we're here only to provide the discipline most of you didn't receive at home ... the main reason why you're here."
Wendy nervously bit her lower lip and brushed back her long blonde hair. No, that hadn't been her problem. Her parents had been too restrictive, trying to protect her from boys, from drugs, from alcohol. That's why she started running around with that fast crowd at school. And she hadn't even had time to taste the forbidden fruit denied her by her mother and father.
They had all been caught in the middle of a stupidly planned jewelry store heist. Because there were no guns involved and because they were all under eighteen, they were assigned to a reform school for six months. Wendy arrived at Herbst Institution near San Bernardino three hours ago. In that short time, she'd been stripped, searched, verbally abused, given this shapeless woolen gown, then marched like a prisoner of war with the other girls into the auditorium.
"If you cooperate, your stay here at the Herbst Institution will be, if not enjoyable, at least tolerable. You may even learn a thing or two you can use on the outside. However, I can assure you that harsh punishment will be used for those who disobey."
Wendy shivered, feeling her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. There was something in the head matron's voice, a coldness, a hardness that made her stomach turn over. She nervously glanced to one side and saw several tall, white-clad female guards standing against the walls of the large room. This would be her world for the next six months.
"I've covered most of the essentials. You'll all receive your schedules when you've been assigned to your rooms. Matrons?"
The guards walked quickly up front and received lists from the head mistress. Wendy heard the various women start calling out names, ending with a "follow me." The girls quickly jumped from their seats and scrambled to the aisles, most of their faces masks of confusion and terror. Wendy sat up and listened for her name.
"Wendy Beddingfield."
She jerked, then stood up, quickly moving toward a growing group of girls gathered around a tall brunette matron.
"Follow me."
They marched out of the auditorium two-by-two, eyes focused ahead. Wendy felt her heart beating fast while her pulse raced madly. This was all wrong! She shouldn't be in here! She wasn't a bad girl! She'd just made one mistake! Oh, God, why were the judges so severe? She hadn't hurt anyone!
"You, wake up!"
Wendy snapped out of her daydream, realizing the other girls were looking at her. They were all standing in a long, brightly lit corridor. On either side of the white tiled walls, doors stood opened. The smell of a strong disinfectant hung unpleasantly in the air.
"I told you, you have room eighteen. Move!"
Wendy rushed into the room indicated by the frowning matron. It was small-ten by ten, furnished with only a small metal-framed bed, wash-stand, toilet and wooden chair. A small, barred window in the back wall looked out onto the bleak exercise yard. Wendy sighed as she heard the door slam behind her. This was her home! How different it was from the pleasant upstairs bedroom she had at home.
"Ohhhhhh!" the girl wailed, covering her face with both hands and throwing herself on the small bed. She clenched her fists, gathering the material in her fingers and tearing at it as hot tears finally filled her eyes. "Why? Why?" Wendy cried, sobbing hysterically as the other girls filed silently into their rooms. "God help me, God in heaven, help me.
Wendy went on like this for several minutes before crying herself to sleep. The blonde teenager didn't know how long she'd been unconscious before she felt a heavy hand shaking her by the shoulder.
"Get up, stupid! The headmistress wants to see you."
Wendy twisted her body around and shaded her eyes. It was dark outside already. A bright shaft of light from the hall nearly blinded her. The young girl shaded her eyes, seeing the figure of a tall woman stretching out one hand toward her.
"Wh . . . what time is it?" Wendy stammered, gathering the covers around her.
"Never mind. Don't ask questions around here. Now get up!"
Wendy did as she was told, stumbling over her own feet, hurriedly pulling her dress down modestly over her knees. When she reached the doorway, the girl realized how hungry she was! Had she missed dinner call? Had there been a dinner call?
"This way."
Wendy marched in front of the matron who had taken her to this wing earlier. There were no other sounds than those of her feet and the woman's behind her. Where were the other girls? Were they that quiet behind the doors? As they marched down corridor after corridor, Wendy looked around for a clock, something to give her a time orientation. She needed something to anchor her mind, something that would help her keep her sanity in this mad world.
"In here," the woman said, reaching forward suddenly and opening a large wooden door. "Go inside. I'll wait."
Wendy looked questioningly at the sneering matron, then gathered up her courage and stepped into the large, thickly carpeted room.
"Ahhh, you're shaking. Well, that's to be expected," the head matron said from behind her desk. She motioned for Wendy to come forward. Hesitantly, the girl moved into the room, noticing the richly upholstered furniture, the expensive paintings on the walls, everything that suggested a mansion rather than a reform school office.
"Do you have any questions, Wendy?"
The girl stopped about ten feet in front of the desk, still hugging her body with both arms. She tilted her head to one side, unable to believe the question and the tone in which it was asked.
"N-no. Please, I want . . ."
"Want what, dear?" The headmistress raised one eyebrow, tapping her long fingers evenly on the desk top. "Well, I don't think you'll be so shy later on. In fact, you might prove to be extremely cooperative."
The woman's face brightened as a sly smile curled across her lips. Wendy felt hypnotized. She'd never faced a woman like this before. The headmistress was about thirty-five, tall, light-skinned with thick, rich dark brown hair. Her eyes were a strange blue color and they seemed to look right through Wendy.
"There, sit down there," the woman said, indicating a large, black leather couch to the right of her desk. Wendy did as she was told, still wondering what this meeting was all about. "I noticed you in the auditorium and checked your record. First offense, and for such a silly thing. Too bad. Of course, we can make things rather easy and pleasant around here for you during your stay ... or you can be difficult."
At the word "difficult", the headmistress narrowed her eyes, her voice becoming hard and cold. Wendy shivered.
"Oh, no, I won't be hard to get along with. All my friends ..."
"That's not what I meant, dear," the woman said, closing her eyes and shaking her head from side to side. Wendy felt the blood drain from her face as the woman pushed back her chair and stood up. Only now did the girl realize the woman was wearing an elaborate dressing gown tied loosely around her waist. "We should get to know one another fairly well. I'm Ms. Burns . . . Evelyn Burns," she began, moving her hands down to the belt and slowly unfastening it. Wendy watched in horrified fascination as the robe slowly opened, revealing a dark, thick patch of black cunt hairs bushed around the woman's pussy.
"Please," the girl whispered nervously, lowering her eyes and blushing furiously.
"Oh, surely you've exposed yourself to other women. Have you ever done it to a man?"
The question made Wendy burn with shame. No, no, she'd kept herself pure ... in spite of what her mother and father might have thought, she was still a virgin. Clenching her fingers into two tight fists, Wendy raised her eyes once more.
"No!"
The anger in the answer startled Ms. Burns temporarily.
"Very well, then, with another woman?"
What was this leading up to?
"Please . . . please, Ms. Burns, I . . ."
Wendy watched in horror as the older woman shrugged off the dressing gown and started walking slowly toward her. Ms. Burns' thunderous, high-riding tits swayed gently with each step she took. Wendy felt her flesh crawl, guessing what the older woman wanted from her. She'd heard some of the girls back at school talk about some of the female gym instructors and what they liked to do to some of the girls in private. But this . . . oh, no, it was too terrible to think about. She shrank back against the wall, wondering if she should cry out for help.
"No, no one will come," Ms. Burns said, stopping for the moment and guessing what was on Wendy's mind. "The women who work here are all like me. Isn't that refreshing, Wendy?"
The girl shuddered, frozen with terror and revulsion. There were times when she had been tempted to let men touch her, times when necking in the back seats of cars, she had let someone touch her . . . there. But then she had panicked, knocking away the offending hand, demanding to be taken home or she'd scream rape. She'd kept herself pure. Had she kept herself a virgin for this?
"There, there, it's not so bad," Ms. Burns said, noticing Wendy's tears. "Just lie back and enjoy this."
Ms. Burns stretched one hand out to touch Wendy.
"No!" the girl shouted, slapping the woman's hand away. Ms. Burns' face darkened, her eyes narrowing as she jerked her hand forward and grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair.
"Little bitch," she hissed, yanking down hard. Wendy screamed, her arms jerking up and out as she slid from the chair and fell to her knees.
"Owwww!"
"You'll learn soon enough not to say no to me," the older woman hissed, twisting the girl's hair to one side, then to the other. Hot tears sprang to Wendy's eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she tried to knock the head matron's fingers away from her hair. God, she thought the woman was going to tear her hair out by the roots! Her eyelids fluttered as Ms. Burns moved backward, pulling her onto the carpeted floor back toward the desk. Just when she thought she was going to pass out from the pain, the head mistress let go. "Ohhhh!"
Wendy reached up with both hands and rubbed her scalp. She was breathing hard, not daring to peer up at the panting woman.
"Now, we'll try again. Give me your hand, Wendy."
The blonde teenager looked up and saw the headmistress once more stretching out her arm.
"Oh, God!" the girl moaned, reluctantly raising her arm and giving it to Evelyn.
"Yes, that's right," she purred, caressing Wendy's fingers gently with her own and smiling with triumph. "Out of all those girls in the auditorium, I thought I caught something in your eyes ... a kind of innocence, but curiosity, too."
Evelyn dropped to her knees in front of Wendy, staring hard at her, taking her by the other hand, drawing her closer. Wendy's face flushed and she felt her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst! What was happening to her? This woman was suggesting they commit an unnatural act, something she heard was one of the greatest sins against God and society. And yet she couldn't muster the revulsion, the horror she'd felt only moments ago. Evelyn had hypnotized her with those wide eyes, with her soft speech, with the way she stared at her as she knelt helplessly on the floor.
Now she could smell the woman's subtle perfume, smell her freshly washed hair, as the headmistress drew closer. How strange! Her cunt was growing tight, hot, pulsating. There was that strange throbbing deep in her pussy that she'd felt only at the most passionate moments of necking. It started along her inner thighs, working up to her pussy like an electric shock, making her cunt and asscheeks burn with lust! "Ohhhhh!"
Wendy closed her eyes, trying to blot out the horror about to engulf her. That tickling, burning itch seemed to drain every ounce of energy and will power from her. It was an attack of horniness, making her pant . . . pant for this woman? Oh, God, yes, yes!
The confused, hot young teenager couldn't ignore her body now! Ms. Burns was holding her, breathing on her, staring hard at her, making her pussy burn as if someone had set fire to her thick bush of blonde cunt hairs protecting her cunt lips. She felt shameful and near orgasm and no one had even touched her yet!
"Yes, yes, I see you're feeling it too! Good, very good!" Evelyn whispered, her thin lips curling up into a broader smile. The older woman slid her hands down, her fingertips barely touching the large swell of Wendy's tits. She licked her lips in anticipation, glancing briefly at the teenager's large tits, then moving her hands down to the frayed hem of the girl's woolen uniform dress. "There, much better," the older woman said, slowly lifting the gown over the girl's naked body.
Wendy still knelt on the floor, feeling shame and embarrassment as Ms. Burns pulled the garment over her head. She was naked, stripped before this wide-eyed lesbian! She should be running away, pounding on the door for help. But instead, she knelt in front of the woman, transfixed by the thought of what was about to happen to her!
"Lie down," Evelyn said thickly, moving her hands over the girl's big thirty-six-inch tits. Wendy did as she was told, stretching out on the soft carpet. Evelyn stared down at her, her eyes glittering with an unnatural lust. Wendy studied the older woman . . . stared at her smaller tits with dark, stiff nipples, the boyish hips, the thick patch of wiry cunt hairs, her moist, dark red pussylips. The teenager shivered, knowing full well in seconds this woman would be crawling over her, demanding strange things from her.
"Oh!"
Wendy jerked with a shock. She stared at the hand between her legs, then moved her eyes up to Evelyn's face. The woman was smiling down at her still, the tip of her tongue barely visible between her lips.
"Oh, yes, very, very nice. You've never made it with a man or woman, Wendy?"
The girl bit her lower lip and shook her head back and forth.
"Well, there's a first time for everything. At least, this won't hurt or make you bleed," Evelyn said, slowly pushing the teenager's legs apart and dropping her head. Wendy closed her eyes, wallowing her shoulders over the carpeting as she felt the headmistress' breath against her thighs. Ohhh, she was surrendering herself, giving into this woman! A woman! Wendy couldn't believe she was doing this! The thought of going to bed with someone of her own sex had never crossed her mind before! And yet here . . . !
'' Mmmmmmm!''
I don't feel a thing! Nothing at all! Wendy told herself this over and over again, repeating the words to herself, unwilling at this point to surrender to the headmistress. And yet something was happening to her! She was feeling something. She was getting very warm and very wet between her shivering white legs. Wendy gritted her teeth as she felt the tongue snake through her blonde cunt hairs, push up over her pussy slit, lapping up the juices that were starting to bubble out, moving closer and closer toward her clit!
"Please!" the girl moaned, her lower jaw slackening as she gulped in lungfuls of air. Her face was hot, and it was getting so hard to breathe! She shivered in fear and disgust as Ms. Burns worked one hand around her plump, taut ass and stroked one finger over her asshole. Then the girl felt the headmistress' mouth settle on her clit for an instant.
Tiny electric shocks of unspeakable pleasure raced through her body. The young woman curled her fingers and dragged them over the thick carpet, working her hips back and forth, moaning as she felt her plump cunt lips rubbing together. A tiny trickle of cunt juice oozed down from her slit into her asscrack, burning into her shitter! Ohhhh, how hot she was . . . hotter now than she'd ever been! A shock blasted her mind. Was she a lesbian like Ms. Burns and the other matrons? Oh, no, no, that couldn't be true!
"Ohhhhhh, such a nice, sweet girl with such a nice, sweet cunt!"
At that point Wendy stiffened, her eyes rolling up into her head while her body shuddered as if someone had touched a live electric wire to it. Ms. Burns was sucking on the teenager's clit, working her tongue around the sensitive flesh surrounding it while her hands caressed both the girl's shitter and her cunt hole.
"AHHHHHHH!"
The blonde teen worked her ass in the air in frantic circles, sucking in air through her nose, grunting like a stuck pig while giving her pussy up to the sucking lesbian. She'd never felt anything like this before in her life! Even when some of the boys touched her or when she touched herself at night as she lay alone in bed. No, nothing had even approached this feeling radiating through her body now! is In a moment when Wendy thought she couldn't stand it any more, Evelyn's mouth retreated. The girl sighed half in relief and half in disappointment.
"Is that . . . all?"
Ms. Burns smiled as she slid away.
"No, dear, hardly all."