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by AP Miller
Born into the English aristocracy, Elizabeth had assumed that the Grand Oak Academy for Women would be little more than a “finishing school” where each young lady would learn the finer points of how to conduct oneself in high society. Indeed, that was precisely what her family had supposed when she was sent there. The Academy, however, was far more than that. Its purpose was to turn spoiled debutantes into tough women with an understanding of power and control – both of themselves and of others – through a rigorous regime of BDSM that included male domination, lesbian domination and pony training, among other such fine pursuits. Elizabeth’s descent into sexual debauchery and licentiousness begins on her very first night at the Academy at the hands of a third-year student, and her terrified submission to the older girl is only a start…
Published: 5 / 2010 No. words: 34900
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Moderate BDSM, Sado-Masochism (SM), Lesbian Bondage/BDSM
Tiffany stopped by the bed, turning to look at Elizabeth with that same sweet smile in that strong, attractively featured face of hers. “So how do you feel so far, Elizabeth?” she asked, looking at her.
“A little nervous,” the younger girl admitted ruefully, looking at the place. She could not help but wonder where her own bed was. “So, um, what do I do now?”
Tiffany grinned more broadly as she looked at Elizabeth. “Now? Now you go shower. We need to clean up before bed, right?”
“Oh, yes,” Elizabeth managed, blushing softly, “of course.” She turned to head into the bathroom, closing the door with one hand. Then she stepped backwards with a soft gasp as Tiffany pushed the door back open.
“No need to hide away, Liz,” Tiffany grinned at her, starting to loosen her tie with one hand. “We’re roommates. You’ll have to get used to us seeing each other bare assed naked, so you might as well do it now.” Her hands began to unbutton her blouse, slowly revealing the white bra beneath.
Elizabeth blushed more deeply, both at Tiffany’s actions and at her use of the diminutive nickname. But she began to undo her tie, having already had it drilled into her that Tiffany should be obeyed. She swallowed hard as she slipped her bra around, pulling the hooks to the front to more easily undo them, then looked up in time to see Tiffany’s own bra falling to the floor.
Her throat went dry at the sight. Tiffany’s cleavage was truly immense, almost legendary in sheer size. Yet so firm, like something out of an erotic artist’s most fevered sketches as the nipples hardened in the cool air. Those massive mounds gave way at the top to broad shoulders, sleek with dense musculature, her teeth bared as she grinned at Elizabeth’s reaction. “You like them?” she asked in a coy, teasing voice.
“I… they’re quite lovely,” Elizabeth managed, and then looked away hastily, pulling her skirt down as she kicked off her shoes. Her socks were next as she sat down on the toilet, muttering softly, “Would you mind turning on the shower for me, please?”
At last, she slipped into the shower stall, pulling the shower curtain closed for a moment of privacy. She sighed in relief as the increasingly naked Tiffany was obscured by the curtain, feeling shocked and uncomfortable by the lack of modesty shown. She reached for the soap, wanting to wash away the day’s stress.
Then the hand seized her wrist, Tiffany pushing past the curtain and joining her there in the shower. “It’s okay,” she whispered soothingly, smiling at the frightened girl. “Don’t worry; I’m not going to hurt you.” She stepped in fully, pressing against the terrified undergraduate, and before Elizabeth could say a word, their lips were pressed together, Tiffany kissing her so demandingly. The soap clattered noisily against the tiles of the shower stall, and Tiffany pulled away to grin in sudden mirth. “You shouldn’t drop the soap,” she snickered, looking into Elizabeth’s eyes as she joked, “You know what they say will happen to you.”
Elizabeth smiled nervously, sharing the amusement and hoping this would all turn out to be a joke and nothing more. But then Tiffany was kissing her again, those massive breasts rubbing against her own chest as powerful arms held her tightly, not letting her squirm free. A long, wet tongue pushed past her lips, forcing its way into her mouth, and Elizabeth moaned in shameful submission.
Elizabeth was dizzy when at last the older girl released her from that demanding kiss, light headed and leaning against the wall. “Remember, you have to do what I say,” Tiffany told her in a colder tone, harshly commanding. One hand slide down over Elizabeth’s side, gazing deeply into her eyes.
“But…” Elizabeth whined miserably, trembling in terror as she regarded her roommate. “They… they didn’t mean it like this…” Those fingers traced over her joining of thigh to hip, and she shivered at the sensation. Tiffany merely smirked coldly at those naïve words.
“This…” she purred softly, trailing her fingertips over Elizabeth’s belly now, “Is exactly what they meant. All the first years are getting this right now…” Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat at Tiffany’s shocking revelation, even as she continued remorseless, “I remember my first time as a first year. I’m going to make sure you have just as much fun as I did, Liz.”
Elizabeth whined desperately, shaking her head slightly as she whispered, “Please, don’t do this. I don’t want this. Please, you have to stop; you have to- guh!” Her frantic pleadings were cut off as the fingertips pushed into her silken petals, finding her virginal sex to be… moist. Elizabeth trembled as the larger girl teased her sex, slowly working a single finger into her unsullied pussy.
“I know how you feel, Liz,” Tiffany whispered as she slowly stroked those silken petals, “I cried when Megan took me the first time. But…” her lips brushed over that slim, pale throat as she pushed her finger more deeply into the poor girl’s virginal sex, “…I came so hard. It felt so good… and when I finally accepted how much Megan loved me, I wanted to make her feel just as good.”
Elizabeth swallowed hard, trying to ignore that finger inside of her. “What…?” she gasped out, then tried again, “What… happened to Megan…?”
Tiffany pouted softly at the reminder, looking genuinely saddened. “She graduated. She’s engaged to a Duke now, I think,” she added, grudgingly admitting her pride in her friend. “She wrote me and said that she wants me to visit when I graduate. She wants to watch me with her husband.”
