School of Secrets (Finished).

Postby Headmistress » Mon Mar 02, 2015 4:33 am

Mrs. Morton was worried about her daughter, Emma. The pretty sixteen-year-old redhead had previously been an excellent student at her school. Unfortunately, it was shortly after her sixteenth birthday when Emma first fell in with a bad crowd. Their negative influences led to shoplifting, smoking, skipping class and many other offences which eventually showed a strong decline in her grades and behaviour. Eventually, things came to a head and Emma's mother was called in for a conference with Emma's headmistress to discuss Emma's behaviour. At the end of the conference, it was finally decided that the school was no longer suitable for Emma. Instead, Emma would be sent to an exclusive and remote private school to finish her education. The headmistress made a few calls and an interview was scheduled for Emma to meet with one of the teachers from the school during the weekend to decide whether she would be a suitable student for the school.

Emma did not react well to the news. However, her mother was firm and said, "There's no other alternative left, Emma. The headmistress was going to expel you, anyway. This private school is one of your only choices left. It's either that or another public school. Besides, I've been having a look at the brochure and it's really quite a lovely school. I've also spoken to one of the teachers in charge and she seemed very nice. They only accept a few students every term, so you will get a lot of individualised attention. There are also a lot of opportunities to socialise and have fun. I think you'll like it, Emma. It's a good chance to start over." Despite her mother's coaxing, Emma had stubbornly refused to even pick up the brochure or to discuss the school.

However, it was now Sunday morning and despite Emma's tears, tantrums and general sulkiness, Emma's mother and father had packed her suitcase and her mother was now driving her to the interview. For most of the drive, the car stayed on busy, main roads. Eventually, Mrs. Morton made a turn and went off the main highway onto another road. It was at this point that the car started travelling down a plain, black road surrounded by trees with much less traffic on it. Gradually the traffic dropped away bit by bit until the road was completely deserted and the trees were eventually replaced by nothing but deserted areas where the ground was nothing but cement and concrete surrounding the road. Emma noticed the stillness of the landscape and felt puzzled. She couldn't see any school anywhere and wondered if her mother was heading in the wrong direction.

After driving for about ten minutes without any sign of life, Emma was wondering if she should tell her mother that she thought she was heading the wrong way. However, it was to her surprise that a parking lot and a large building suddenly sprang into view. The lot was a black unfenced and unobscured square with white lines dividing it into rows of parking spaces. Her mother was able to pull into the lot simply by just driving the car up onto it and driving across the spaces all the way up to the large and featureless building. To Emma, it looked like a giant grey slab.

It was a solid grey rectangle of a building that was about 10 stories tall with no features apart from several rows of windows. As the car drew nearer, Emma could see a pair of glass doors at the front of the building. However, all the windows on each floor were tinted in a solid black colour and Emma couldn't see anyone or anything that might be inside. Her mother parked the car close to the building before getting out and taking Emma's suitcase out of the car boot. Emma had dressed in a white blouse, polished black shoes and jeans and tied her long hair back with a white ribbon because her mother had insisted that she look tidy for the interview.

After getting out of the car, Emma grabbed her suitcase and said, "Are you sure this is the right school? It looks deserted. I can't see anyone about." Even Mrs. Morton looked a little uncertain. "This is the address I was given. They described the building exactly as it is and said that we couldn't miss it. The woman said that this place is secluded because the school is very exclusive. I should have told you that this isn't the actual school. The building is solely used for interviewing the students." Emma felt relieved to hear this because the building looked dreary and depressing. However, Emma had already decided that she hated the idea of going away to a strange school and she had made up her mind to do everything she could to fail this interview. Emma and her mother walked up to the front door, which was like something out of a hotel lobby or an office building. Two steel and chrome double sliding door frames had been inset into the front of the building with thick glass panes set into them. Emma tried to peek through, but the glass there had been tinted black as well.

Her mother reached forward and pressed a button on the left side of the doorframe. Suddenly a square chunk of the doorframe slid aside to reveal a small keypad. Mrs. Morton said, "The woman gave me the code for this and she said she would come down when we enter the building because the door will alert her that we're here. She pressed in the number 43437 on the pad and waited. There was a shudder and then, the double doors slid apart with a soft whooshing sound.

Emma picked up her suitcase and followed her mother inside. She and her mother both blinked in shock as they stepped through to what looked like a very grand hotel lobby. There was a polished dark wood desk on the left with a buzzer sitting on it. As they walked in, a rich red carpet that felt soft and plush sank under their feet. Several chairs covered in red velvet that almost exactly matched the carpet sat at the end of the room and a large diamond chandelier sat in the ceiling glittering with lights. It was the complete opposite of the outside of the building. The room was deserted apart from a large lift that was located at the end of the room where all the chairs were. Even Emma found herself feeling awed at the luxury of the lobby. It was the complete opposite of the building exterior.

It was just then that the lift doors slid open and a woman emerged carrying a sheet of paper and a pen. As she came closer to them, Emma blinked in surprise. She had expected an older woman of some sort because most of her teachers at school were older women. But this woman looked youthful and Emma guessed that she was in her early thirties. She was wearing an old-fashioned raspberry pink gown that clung to her bust before sweeping to the floor and stopping a few inches above her ankles, which revealed a pair of matching raspberry high heels and sheer lace stockings. Her long ash-blonde hair fell almost to her waist and she had large, dark eyes and curved lips. Her dark eyes made a rather strange contrast to the lightness of her hair and skin. However, she was strangely beautiful in a very unusual way. "You must be Mrs. Morton and Emma. I'm Ingrid and I'm one of the teachers at the school. As you know, I've come here to conduct the interview today. Emma, can you please go and sit over there in that chair next to the lift? I need to speak with your mother for a minute. Take your suitcase with you. If the interview is successful, then you will be bringing it to the school with you."

Emma sullenly took her suitcase over to the chair and sat down. She was now well out of earshot. As soon as she saw that Emma was seated, Ingrid said to Mrs. Morton, "Do you have the payment with you?" Mrs. Morton reached into her pocket and took out an envelope full of cash. "It's all there." "You told her that this is an interview as we asked?" "Yes." "Good. You will have no need to worry, Mrs. Morton. We have a 100% success rate at our school. There's just one more thing. We have a policy here that we ask for all parents to sign regarding our discipline methods." Ingrid handed Mrs. Morton the single sheet of paper and the pen that she had been holding. "This is fairly straightforward. It basically explains that we have a strict discipline policy for our girls including the use of corporal punishment and restraints." "Restraints?" "Yes. It's not our usual practice, but we have had some violent girls in the past, and unfortunately we've had to restrain them a few times because they couldn't control their behaviour. This is really just a formality. We never enforce unnecessary discipline." Mrs. Morton read through the paper. "Yes, this is fairly straightforward. Very well, then. I'll sign it. Emma has never been violent, so I'm sure you won't have a problem." "Lovely." Mrs. Morton signed the paper and passed it over to Ingrid who folded it up and tucked it into her gown. "Thank you and goodbye." Mrs. Morton turned and left the building after waving goodbye to Emma.

After she had left, Ingrid walked over to join Emma. "Hello, Emma. Bring your suitcase with you and we'll go up. I thought we'd conduct the interview in the restaurant, which is on the top floor." Emma picked up the suitcase and joined Ingrid in the lift where Ingrid pressed the R button and the lift doors closed. To Emma's shock, the lift suddenly whooshed upwards at such speed that she almost fell over and had to grab the rail to steady herself. "Sorry, I should have told you that this lift moves fairly fast. So, Emma, what food do you like? We have all sorts upstairs, so we'll find something to your taste." Emma remained silent. "Not much of a talker are you?"
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Mon Mar 02, 2015 4:59 am

When Emma and Ingrid emerged from the lift, Emma was stunned to see a large fancy hotel-type restaurant sitting in front of them. There were twenty round tables set up in four rows of five with white tablecloths covering them and lit candles set up in silver candle holders at random places all over the room. There was another glittering chandelier in the ceiling and a grand piano sat in one corner. Large swooping red velvet curtains covered all of the tinted windows, so there was no view. Emma was slightly disappointed because she had thought it might be nice to look out of the window. Ingrid gestured at a table. "Sit here with me and someone will take our order." Emma obeyed.

As soon as they were seated, Emma noticed there were covered menus laid out on top of each table. Ingrid handed a menu to Emma and took one for herself. "In case you're wondering, this building used to be a hotel, but it was eventually abandoned because of lack of business. As you can see, this area is mostly deserted, which is why the hotel never really took off as a business. Our school initially bought this property to use for our interviews and we liked the original settings so much that we kept all of them and restored the damaged ones." Out of nowhere, an expressionless man who was tall and slender dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, black polished shoes and a black bowtie materialised and sidled up to the table.

"Ah, there he is. Waiter, I'll have a glass of red wine. I think I'll have the steak as well. Can I have it rare, please? Now, what will you have, Emma?" "A large glass of wine," Emma said in a rude tone. She expected Ingrid to tell her off for speaking so rudely, but to her surprise, Ingrid laughed. "I like a girl with good taste. Red wine is my favourite, too. Waiter, you heard her. That will be two red wines, please? And what are you going to have for lunch, Emma?" "Chips and a burger," Emma said in the same rude tone. "Very well. Chips and a burger for Emma?" Without a word, the waiter took the menus and drifted away towards a white door on the right side of the room, which Emma guessed led to the kitchen.

Emma was puzzled. She had expected Ingrid to tell her off for her rudeness or to refuse to serve her wine because she was underage. Ingrid seemed to read her mind and smiled at her, "I've met worse girls than you before, Emma. I feel that we shall be good friends in good time. Besides, I hear that red wine is very good for your health." "That won't happen. We'll never be friends." "We'll see." The waiter returned with two large and delicate goblets filled with red wine on a silver tray. Ingrid took one and passed the other one to Emma. "In case you wondered, I'm French and I drink wine quite regularly. I've always found it to be enjoyable. You must tell me what you think. We serve very fine wine here."

Emma was surprised by how big the goblets were and took a large gulp of wine from hers. It was her first time drinking wine and she thought it tasted awful. People had told her that red wine was supposed to be sweet, but her wine tasted bitter and sour. "This tastes like shit." "It's an acquired taste, my dear. You get used to it after a while." Emma glumly took another sip and wished that she had asked for juice instead.

After a few more minutes, the waiter returned with Ingrid's steak and Emma's burger and chips. Emma was pleased to see that the burger and chips were delicious and chomped her way through them while drinking large gulps of wine in-between. Ingrid was the complete opposite and ate her steak in delicate bites after cutting it into triangles with her knife and fork while taking tiny sips of her wine. While the wine was still bitter, Emma was thirsty and thought that drinking the wine was better than nothing. Ingrid said, "So, Emma, now that we're having lunch, why don't we begin the interview. Tell me a bit about yourself and why you're here today?" "I'm here because my mum is a heartless bitch. End of story." "I take it that you don't want to be here, then?"

"No fucking way." Ingrid smiled. "I can see you're not in the mood to talk about yourself, so I might tell you a bit about myself instead before I ask you some more questions." Ingrid talked for a few minutes about her French heritage and the school. Emma barely listened to Ingrid as she chattered on and it wasn't hard for her to look bored because she was bored. Furthermore, she felt exhausted and didn't understand what kind of formal interview this was. She had expected something more formal or some sort of formal questioning process. This wasn't what she'd expected at all. What kind of school conducted an interview in a hotel over lunch and wine?

It was quite odd how tired she was because Emma had felt quite energetic before, but she now felt extremely sleepy. In fact, Emma was finding it hard to stay awake. She found herself yawning several times as Ingrid droned on. After what felt like an eternity. Ingrid said, "Am I boring you, Emma?" Emma struggled to answer. To her surprise, she couldn't seem to think of a response. Her arms and legs felt heavy and stiff. When she spoke, Emma's words were slightly slurred. "Just tired. I don't feel well. I need to go to the bathroom." "It's on your right over there, dear. Do you need me to come with you?" Emma tried to stand up and found it took several tries to stand and even then, she had to hold onto the table. When she turned her head to look for the bathroom door, everything seemed to spin in slow motion. When she turned back to face Ingrid, she saw a strange, eager look in Ingrid's dark eyes.

That was when she realised what had happened. The meal and drinks had been drugged. There had been something in the wine. That was why it had tasted bitter. Whatever it was, the drug had probably been put in the food as well. She let go of the table, staggered a couple of steps forward and nearly fell over. Fortunately, she caught the edge of another table with her right hand, but her legs wobbled dangerously as she tried to steady herself.

Ingrid stood up and moved over to Emma to take hold of her left arm. "I think that you do need some help, dear." "You drugged me." "I'm afraid so, yes. You see, this is no interview. You were already accepted to the school. Our girls find the idea of going to school...difficult. This makes it easier for them and for us." "Get away from me!" "That's not possible, dear. Your mother signed our discipline contract today, which makes you our student now and our responsibility." Emma wrenched her arm away from Ingrid, let go of the table and tried to run forward.

It was hopeless. The drugs had taken full effect. Instead, she stumbled awkwardly before tripping and landing facedown on the carpet. Luckily for Emma, the plushness of the carpet cushioned her fall. Emma felt extremely dizzy now, but she somehow managed to lift one arm. By bringing it up under her and pushing upwards, she was able to roll over on her back. When she looked up again, she saw Ingrid's face hovering above her, but it was getting fainter and fainter. When she heard Ingrid's voice again, it sounded as if it were coming from a distance. "Don't fight it, dear. It won't be very long now." Emma felt a hand gently stroking her hair and tried to move so that she could slap it away, but her arms wouldn't cooperate. With a groan, she finally collapsed unconscious on the floor.

When she was sure that Emma was out, Ingrid leaned over Emma and felt her pulse. She was pleased to see that it was steady and normal.

With a sigh, Ingrid sat back down at the table and took the last forkful of her steak off her plate and put It into her mouth, "Delicious as usual." She picked up her own wine glass and finished off her wine with one gulp. It was just then that the waiter reappeared. He didn't blink an eye at the sight of the unconscious Emma on the floor. Ingrid smiled at him.

"I swear that these girls get more and more rebellious every day."
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby abductionfan » Mon Mar 02, 2015 11:47 am

Great start as always misstress

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Tieup1 » Tue Mar 03, 2015 10:05 am

Yes, a good start, look forward to more :)

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Tue Mar 10, 2015 5:49 am

The first thing Emma heard when she started to regain consciousness was Ingrid's voice and two other unfamiliar voices:

"Are they all seated?"
"Yes, but they're not all awake yet. We'll have to keep an eye on them until then."
"Have they been secured?"
"Yes, all of them are in position. When they wake up, we'll begin the orientation."

Emma tried to open her eyes. The weather had been cold that day, but she now felt surprisingly warm. When she managed to force her eyes open, she saw Ingrid's dark eyes hovering only a few inches away from hers before Ingrid spoke:

"They're coming around."
"About time."

Emma blinked and everything started to swim into focus. When her eyes opened fully, she saw that she was sitting in what looked like the ground floor of an expensive hotel. She looked down and gave a small cry when she saw that she was sitting on a dark wooden chair with armrests and a red velvet cushioned seat. What had shocked her was the fact that she was tied up. Her wrists had been tied tightly to the chair arms in front of her and her ankles had been pulled apart and tied separately to the two front legs of the chair. Rope had been knotted around her chest and lap, which stopped her from moving off the chair seat. While it wasn't uncomfortable, it was quite frightening to be tied up and unable to move.

To her right there was a large fireplace in a stone hearth with a roaring fire in it which explained the warmth that she felt. She turned her head and looked around only to be confronted with a surprisingly grand room. It was even grander than the building she had previously been in. There were three antique paintings hanging above the fireplace. Each one was a portrait of a woman. Directly in front of her was a large spiral staircase with dark wooden steps and a golden scalloped railing winding around it, but she couldn't see where it led to. To her left, there was a large archway made up of wooden scrolling designs crowning a wooden door, which was closed, so she had no idea what was on the other side. Ingrid was standing directly in front of her with two other women. Red velvet curtains covered all the windows, so there was no view of the outside.

It was just then that Emma realised she was surrounded by three other chairs that were identical to the one she was sitting on. Two were on her left and one was on her right with three other girls who were tied up in exactly the same way as her sitting in them. She tried to say something and to her shock discovered that she had been gagged. A cloth had been tied tightly in between her lips and it had been pulled so tight that she couldn't shift it or move it. When she tried to talk, only strained mumbles came out.

"Shhhhh, dear. Don't speak." That was Ingrid. "You can't speak just yet. You're the first one to wake up." That was when Emma noticed the other girls were stirring, too. The one on her right was heavyset and had black hair with a purple streak in it, ghostly white skin, which had been slathered with dark makeup and a lot of tattoos. She was clad in a black leather jacket, holey jeans and sneakers and Emma thought she looked rather tough. The girl directly next to her on her left was extremely slim and had a quiet prettiness about her. She had long pale brown hair and freckles and was wearing a black skirt, black high heels and a silky lilac top. The next girl over had long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a creamy complexion and was dressed in an expensive designer outfit. Even with the gag tied between her lips, Emma could tell that she was stunning to look at.

After a couple of minutes, the other girls had jerked awake and were frantically jerking at their ropes only to be told to be quiet by Ingrid. Finally, the girls stopped struggling, but still squirmed uncomfortably against their ropes as Ingrid began to speak:

"As all of you know, my name is Ingrid and I'm a teacher at this school. All of you were invited for an interview to see if you would be a suitable student for this school. You all attended an interview with me on the top floor of our interviewing building at several different times today. There, you were drugged, bound and gagged and bought here to the school. If you're wondering, we put you in restraints to avoid you rolling around or falling over. Now, I am going to introduce you to the other teachers here." Ingrid took a deep breath before pointing to the woman on her left.

This woman was tall and slim with extremely white skin and black hair. She had piercing dark brown eyes and strong features and was wearing a long sleeved lilac dress that fell to her knees over a pair of black high heeled boots. While she was beautiful, she also had the same oddness about her looks that Ingrid had. "This is Mme. Perrdot." Ingrid pointed to the woman on her right. This woman had blue eyes, shoulder-length blonde hair and was wearing a well-fitted black suit, black stockings and high heels. Again, she was beautiful in an odd way. "This is Fiona Goode."

Emma bit down on the gag in her mouth. She desperately wished that she could talk, but the gag was too tight. Ingrid seemed to notice. "You'll get those gags out soon. I apologise for the discomfort." Ingrid went on. "Obviously, this school is a private school. We told you that this school was remote before we arranged your interviews. Now, I'll show you what we meant by that." Ingrid walked over to the velvet curtains and pulled on a tasselled cord. The curtains swept aside.

If it wasn't for the gag in her mouth, Emma would have gasped.
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:04 am

What the girls were now looking at was the middle of nowhere. That was what it looked like, anyway. They were now looking at a series of jagged mountains under a white sky with snow pouring down in drizzling streams. In the distance, Emma could see what looked like curving paths interweaving in between a series of rocks and trees.

"This school is located in the mountains. This place is called "La Rose de Fer." That's French and it actually means "The Iron Rose." The paths you see over there are ski trails. The reason this valley is called that is because all of these paths interweave with each other like the petals of a rose. They all meet together at various points and also all lead to the bottom of the valley where the village is. That is where we get food and other supplies for the school. The weather here is very cold year-round, so we usually have the fire going every day and we frequently get wood from the village.

If any of you are wondering how this school started, it was our ancestors who actually started this school. There were three of them and they were our ancestors. In their youth, they formed a tight friendship that eventually led them to create this school. It wasn't always like this, of course. Back then, it was just a tiny schoolhouse, but with time, money and success, it eventually expanded to become what you see now.

Their portraits are hanging over the fireplace right there." Emma craned her head to look at the three portraits more closely and realised that they were of three old women. However, she couldn't spot any resemblance to the three women in front of her. Emma also thought how odd-looking all the teachers were as a group. While they were definitely beautiful, their clothes and appearance looked rather old-fashioned and out of place for modern times. Even Fiona's suit, which was well cut and the most modern outfit out of the three was made out of crushed black velvet, which gave it a very dated look. Ingrid's accent and their mannerisms were also strange and unlike any that Emma had seen before. However, Ingrid had said that she was French, so it was possible that the other two were French as well.

"Now, there are currently four of you here now, but there's one more girl here who has already been here for a month. Now, where could she have gotten to? Fiona, you did release her from her restraints, didn't you?" "Yes, I assume she's wandering around here somewhere.

As if on cue, there were sudden footsteps on the staircase and a girl staggered down the last few steps and into the room. She was wearing a pair of dirty jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt with faded white sneakers and her hair hung over her face. However, she was strikingly pretty with dark eyes, long dark brown hair and wintry skin. When she looked at them, Emma saw that her eyes were dull and unfocused and that she had badly chapped lips. Ingrid went over and took hold of her arm before guiding her over to Mme. Perrdot who stood close to her. "This is Eve. If any of you are wondering what happened to her, well...she had to be forcibly sedated last night because she tried to escape. It's quite an unpleasant experience with unpleasant side effects. I would advise you girls to think twice before trying to escape." Ingrid spoke perfectly pleasantly and her tone of voice didn't change, but her eyes were cold. It was then that Emma realised she had misjudged Ingrid's pleasant manners and demeanour for kindness.

What had she gotten herself into?
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby abductionfan » Tue Mar 10, 2015 9:24 am

Great update

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Tieup1 » Tue Mar 10, 2015 10:56 am

Nice continuation :)

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Mar 10, 2015 11:46 am

Hallo, want read what this school has hold for the child. To make same to zombies could not her goal.
Andrew
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby abductionfan » Tue Mar 10, 2015 11:53 am

Another thing mistress, i would love to work at a school like this in the disipline dept, only as the one to bind them for the female staff to carry out punishment as i watched

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby MisterTheEdge » Tue Mar 10, 2015 12:59 pm

I wonder if there are secret passages and a detention dungeon.
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Tue Mar 24, 2015 6:22 am

Ingrid went on, "Now, I'll explain the school rules, but those gags look a bit uncomfortable, so we'll take them off now. Fiona, would you please remove them?" Fiona walked up to each girl and quickly untied the cloths in their mouthes. When her gag was out, Emma felt relieved as it had been really uncomfortable and licked her dry lips. She wanted to say something, but was worried about the gag going back in, so she stayed quiet. Ingrid said, "I'll just do a quick introduction while we're here. From my left to right, your names are Shaynna, Emma, Summer and Brooke. Now, why don't we have an icebreaker activity and all of you can say something about why you're here. Shaynna, you're first."

The heavyset girl scowled. "I beat up some bitch for trying to take my boyfriend." "That's not very polite, dear, but that's not actually true - you racked up several offences for fighting as well as that. Emma - your turn." "I got into trouble for skipping school and smoking and a few other things." "Good. Summer, what about you?" "I got into trouble for taking drugs at school." Emma glanced at Summer in surprise. She wouldn't have guessed that someone like her was into drugs, but impressions obviously didn't always count for everything. She noticed that Summer's eyes had a dull, vacant look to them. Maybe that was because of the drugs. "So you should. Drugs are bad for you, dear. Brooke?" "I didn't do anything," the beautiful girl said sullenly. "I'll tell them, then, shall I? Brooke is a kleptomaniac who's managed to rack up numerous offences for stealing, my dears."

Ingrid went on, "Now you all know a little bit about each other, I'll tell you a little bit about our school rules. Our school is a bit more relaxed than most Firstly, we don't have uniforms. You can wear whatever you like as long as it isn't too short or revealing. You can also wear a little bit of make-up if you like. The only real appearance requirement that we have is that you be reasonably modest with your clothing, hair and make-up. Now, we run classes on a fairly normal schedule. Classes are on Monday to Friday from 9am to 3pm. We all take turns teaching you, so you have all three of us at different times for different subjects. You girls are to go to bed at 10pm on school nights and to be up at 8am as we serve breakfast from 8.15am to 8.55am before classes start. However, on the weekend, you are welcome to stay up as late as you like and you have every weekend off to enjoy yourselves and to socialise as long as you complete all of your homework and class work first."

We also ask you to come down with us to the village from time to time to fetch wood and food. We have a schedule, so all of you get equal turns at doing it because this makes it fair for everyone. For transport, we take a snowmobile down to fetch things, so it is quite a simple process. This isn't a prison and we are fairly relaxed here. However, if any of you are thinking of escaping, I should tell you that the village is the only sign of life for many miles and all the villagers know perfectly well who you are. Also, if you did cause any trouble, I'm sure that Eve will tell you that the consequences are really rather...unfortunate. We don't ask much from you regarding your behaviour. You are only expected to be tidy polite and respectful. Obviously, we also don't allow illegal substances like drugs, drinking, and the like. So, please do try not to be difficult. Does anyone have any questions?"

"I do." That was Summer speaking. Emma glanced over at her and the pretty girl said, "My mum said we had to meet special criteria to get here into this school, but I don't have good grades and I'm not athletic and don't have any special achievements on my record. So, why was I chosen?" "Actually, all of you have some very special talents, my dear. These talents were listed on the applications that your teachers sent in. As you know, there was also a section of the application forms for you to fill out and these also confirmed your talents. We also did a screening at your interviews. Yes, all of you have talent that you have never dreamed of." "In your dreams, " Shaynna scoffed. "Laugh as much as you want, my dear, but your talent will eventually shine through."

Emma burst out, "What screening? You didn't do or say anything. You just drugged me straightaway. And that application form was just pictures and puzzles that we had to fill out." "That screening was carried out AFTER you were drugged, dear. Those "pictures and puzzles" you speak of were actually psychological techniques designed to show various aspects of your intelligence. Now, I imagine that you must all want to be untied, so I'll take care of that now and then you can go upstairs to your rooms. There are 10 bedrooms up there and Eve has already taken one, so you can choose yours. You can room together or separately as you choose as some of the rooms have more than one bed in them and there are more than enough bedrooms for everyone. Each bedroom also has an en-suite bathroom. The teacher's rooms are all up there too, but our doors have name plates on them, so you can't confuse them with the regular bedrooms. Your bags are upstairs in the hall, so all you need to do is move them to your chosen rooms and unpack them."

Ingrid paused and said, "Oh...one last thing. This school consists of three floors. Down here, we have the lounge room, the game area, the dining room and the kitchen which are all through that door on your left. The front door is all the way at the other end. Upstairs, we have the sick bay, all of the bedrooms and four classrooms where you have your classes. However, the third floor is completely out of bounds. All of you are forbidden to go up there. Ever." Ingrid smiled, but her eyes were cold.
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby abductionfan » Tue Mar 24, 2015 10:06 am

As always Mistress, great update. Anxiously waiting for more

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Tieup1 » Tue Mar 24, 2015 10:24 am

Another good continuation :)

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby jennybond » Tue Mar 24, 2015 3:55 pm

This has the makings of being another headmistress masterpiece.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Wed Mar 25, 2015 4:52 am

Ingrid walked over to each girl and untied them from the chairs. When she stood up, Emma stretched out. It was a relief to be able to stand up as she felt stiff and sore. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shaynna lunge at Ingrid, aiming one fist at her face. To her shock, Ingrid moved incredibly quickly. She leapt back before she grabbed Shaynna's fist in midair with one hand and bent it.

Shaynna screamed.

In disbelief, Emma, Summer and Brooke saw Ingrid effortlessly bend back Shaynna's fist, so it was almost folded back on itself. Shaynna's eyes widened in horror as her fingers were bent back and then she started to groan and then to scream as she tried to wrench her hand out of Ingrid's grip and failed. Emma couldn't believe Ingrid's strength. She had never seen anything like it before. Furthermore, Ingrid was only using one hand to do it and barely looked bothered. Shaynna finally collapsed on her knees screaming, "Let go! Let go! It hurts!" "Are you going to behave, dear?" "Yes!" "Good." Ingrid let go and Shaynna collapsed on the floor screaming and clutching her hand. Emma ran over to her. "Are you all right?" "She almost broke my hand!" "No, dear. I could have done that if I had wanted to, but I didn't. Now, do all of you understand why you need to learn how to behave?"

"Yes, we do," Summer said quickly. Ingrid smiled pleasantly. "Wonderful." "Now, there is just one more thing. We have to carry out a strip search and a quick medical examination to make sure that you are healthy and that you have no illegal substances on your person. Shaynna, I think we'll deal with you first." Fiona and Mme. Perrdot strode over and grabbed Shaynna by her arms. They half-carried and half-dragged her to the staircase and strode upstairs, completely ignoring her groans of pain.

Emma looked over and saw that Eve had wandered a few steps closer and was watching them with her large eyes. She still looked groggy and disoriented. "Are you all right?" The girl said nothing. Emma decided to try and be friendly as she felt sorry for the girl. "My name's Emma. I'm new here." The girl remained silent. Ingrid walked over to Eve and put an arm around her shoulder. "I'm afraid Eve isn't feeling very well yet. You can all meet her later when she feels a little better. I'll just take her to her room. As you know, you are all encouraged to socialise and there will be plenty of time to do that here, so you may as well talk among yourselves while we wait for Shaynna to come back."

Brooke finally spoke, "How did you do that?" "Do what, dear?" "Fight like that. Are you a martial arts expert or something?" "You could say that, dear. This position requires us to be rather quick on our feet, so you could certainly say that we are trained. Now, I am going to go and check on Shaynna. Please feel free to chat."

Ingrid took hold of Eve's arm and strode upstairs. Eve followed her, dragging her feet.
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Wed Mar 25, 2015 5:17 am

When Ingrid had left, Emma turned to look at Summer and Brooke. "Did that just really happen?" Both stunned girls nodded. Summer said nervously, "I've got some stuff on me. I hope they don't find it." Emma said, "All I've got is my mobile." Brooke said, "I've got nothing. Everything's in my bags, but those bitches have probably already gone through them." "Probably."

The three girls looked at each other. "We could run out through the front door while they're gone," Brooke said. "And go where?" Summer said. "It's snowing out there and none of us are dressed for the cold." Emma glumly sat down on the chair that she had originally been sitting in. She dreaded medical examinations and hoped that they wouldn't take too long. She looked up at the portraits above the fireplace and they glared back at her. Emma sighed, wondering what kind of education that she was going to get at this horrible school. She wished she could go home, but that was obviously impossible.

The girls sat in silence for about ten minutes when they heard footsteps on the stairs. Ingrid sauntered downstairs followed closely by Fiona and Mme. Perrdot. When they came into view, Emma noticed that they were pushing Shaynna in front of them rather roughly. To her shock, she saw that Shaynna had a chain wound around her waist where it had been locked into place at the front with a padlock. The chain then led down and went between her legs and had been locked in place again with another padlock at the back. Her hands had also been cuffed together behind her back and fastened to the chain with a third padlock, so that when she tried to move her hands, the chain pulled cruelly against her crotch. What looked like a bandana had also been tied across her mouth between her lips. It was obvious that the bandana was holding some packing in to form an effective gag. Shaynna looked terrified and humiliated.

It was Fiona who spoke this time.

"This silly girl decided to attack me when we took some pills from her. This is a result of that. Now, I suggest that you become accustomed to our ways as we would have to hate to have to put you in restraints as well. Behave and your examination will go just fine. Now, Emma, Ingrid will take you for your examination."

Emma gulped. Ingrid walked up to her and held out her hand. Emma knew that she had no choice. She slowly took hold of Ingrid's hand. It felt cold and clammy and she wanted to let go but didn't dare. Ingrid gently tugged her forward and Emma followed her up the stairs. As they ascended the stairs, Ingrid smiled at her and slipped her arm through Emma's as if they were best friends.

"I'm so glad that you're here now, Emma. I'm sorry about all of the unpleasantness today, but it is for your own good, dear. It upsets me as much as it does you. I do feel that we'll be such good friends in time when you get to know me better." "You don't even know me." "But I do, dear. I read all about you in your file and looking at you...I see so much potential. I can't wait to see your talent grow. Believe it or not, all of you girls are very special to me." "Why?" Emma desperately wanted to pull away from Ingrid, but she knew better than to try it. Knowing Ingrid's strength, she'd probably end up in the same position as Shaynna. "Well, dear, we need you, don't we? And you need us, too. You need people like us to help you achieve your full potential."

They had reached the top of the stairs. Now that they were there, Emma could see a long hall lined with a red carpet and white walls decorated around the edges with scalloped trim made out of dark wood. On either side of the hall were a series of matching dark wooden doors with each one spaced a few feet apart. "The sick bay is right down there at the end." As they walked down the hall, Emma noticed there were paintings set between the rows of doors. There was a painting of what looked like a bleeding angel and another which looked like two demons hovering over a fair-haired woman. As she walked past each painting, she noticed that each one seemed to show something Gothic-themed.

Ingrid noticed her looking. "Do you like those paintings?" "No." "Why not?" "They're depressing." "Are they?" "I prefer cheerful art." "Those are actually famous Gothic paintings that are hundreds of years old. Some of these even come from the original school. Besides, we all have a little darkness in us, don't we? I imagine that's why those artists painted these pictures." Emma remained silent.

They had reached the end of the hall and Ingrid grasped the silver knob of the dark wooden door that stood there. After opening it, she gently pulled Emma inside. The whole room was set up like a basic sick bay. There was a padded bed with a pillow and folded blanket sitting on it in one corner and white cupboards lining the wall across from the bed. Under the cupboards was a white marble benchtop with two stainless steel sinks set into it and matching white cupboards under it. Ingrid said, "Just sit on the bed and remove your clothing. No need to be frightened. This is a very basic examination and won't take long."

Emma nervously went over to the bed. Just as she reached for the button on her jeans, there was a ringing sound and the noise of music. Ingrid spun around with a white face. "What was that horrible noise?!" "It's just my phone. It's the music that I set as my ringtone."
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Wed Mar 25, 2015 5:33 am

Angrily, Ingrid strode over to Emma and snatched the phone out of her hand before switching it off and shrieking. "I hate that noise! I hate it!" Emma was stunned, "What?" "That funeral music. I hate that dreadful noise! I hate funerals. I hate them!"

Emma said, "But it's only a piece of music that I like. I find music like that to be sad but beautiful. And some people like that type of music because it's tragic and romantic." Ingrid clutched her head in both hands before yelling, "You stupid girl. You don't understand anything about life, do you?! You must die! Everyone must die! That's how life works. How can you think that there's anything romantic about that, you stupid girl?!" She took a deep and shuddering breath. Emma was shocked to see that Ingrid's face was flushed and that she now looked quite upset. Ingrid said, "I'm going to confiscate this now and I don't want to hear any more of this kind of thing. Understand?" Emma nodded.

"Good. Now, remove your clothing."
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Tieup1 » Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:47 am

Good story, great work, so far :)

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby abductionfan » Wed Mar 25, 2015 12:22 pm

Again mistress, great update. This is getting better and better.

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby jennybond » Wed Mar 25, 2015 2:53 pm

Loving this. :big:
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Thu Mar 26, 2015 4:49 am

Emma looked at Ingrid nervously. "Isn't there a curtain or something that I can use to take my clothes off?" Ingrid tucked Emma's mobile into her dress before she said, "I'm sorry, but this is all we have, dear. Relax and this will be done quickly." Ingrid turned her back and Emma nervously stripped down to her white bra and underpants, placed her clothes on the bed, and stood shivering in front of Ingrid. While Ingrid's manner was completely professional, Emma felt silly and embarrassed standing in front of a stranger in her underwear. Keeping her back to Emma, Ingrid opened one of the cupboards under the benchtop and took out a pair of rubber gloves before slipping them on. "Do you have any piercings that I should know about? If you do, then I have to remove them." "No." "Okay."

Ingrid turned around and said, "Dear, you need to take your underwear off. This is a strip search." Emma flinched, "I don't want to take my underwear off." "It'll only take a minute, dear." "I don't want to." Ingrid folded her arms, "Emma, please. Don't be difficult." "It's cold and I don't want to do this." "Would you prefer one of the other teachers to do this? You can switch if you wish." "No, I don't want to do it at all." Ingrid sighed, "Really, Emma. I don't know why you girls have to be so difficult." She reached over to a red button on the wall and pushed it. A few minutes later, Fiona appeared in the doorway smoking a cigarette. "What's the problem?" "This girl is refusing to comply with the strip search. I'm afraid that you're going to have to help me with her."

Emma flinched again and then did something stupid. She tried to run past Ingrid, only to find herself blocked by Fiona. Ingrid grabbed her arms and Fiona put her cigarette out in one of the sinks before helping Ingrid to force Emma's arms behind her back. Emma knew it was hopeless to resist and stopped struggling. But she had to stop herself from flinching or pulling away as Ingrid unfastened her bra straps and pulled her bra off before doing the same to her underpants while Fiona kept hold of her. When Emma had been stripped, Ingrid carefully felt all over her body with gloved hands. "Everything looks to be in order. You can let her go, Fiona, but restrain her again when she gets dressed." Emma hastily redressed in her clothes, but as soon as she was dressed Fiona took hold of her again while Ingrid took her temperature and closely examined her eyes, ears, throat and nose with a variety of medical instruments. Finally, Ingrid said, "Yes, this girl is healthy. Handcuff her and take her to her bedroom, Fiona."

"Why? I did what you said!" Emma cried. "No. You resisted." Ingrid reached into the cupboard again and tossed Fiona a pair of handcuffs and a key. Fiona used the handcuffs to lock Emma's wrists together behind her back. Emma was then marched out into the hall where she saw several bags piled up with her suitcase on top of them. She had missed them before because she had been so absorbed in the paintings.

"Pick a room." "What?" "Pick one." "But I haven't seen inside any of them." "It doesn't really matter. They're all set up the same way." That was when Emma noticed that there were numbers on each of the room doors and the number 7 caught her eye. 7 was her favourite number, so she said, "Number 7." "Very well. Which bag is yours?" "The purple suitcase."

Fiona marched Emma over to the bags before picking the purple suitcase up and opening the door of the room. She walked inside and placed the suitcase on the floor before dragging Emma into the room and sitting her down hard on the bed that was inside the room. To Emma's horror, Fiona spun her around and before Emma knew it, a handkerchief from Fiona's suit pocket was stuffed into her mouth. Fiona then withdrew a roll of duct tape from her other pocket and wound it around Emma's head several times on top of the handkerchief before tearing the end off and smoothing it down. The gag was tight and uncomfortable and Emma found that she couldn't say a word or make much noise with the handkerchief in her mouth. Fiona had gagged her so quickly that it had taken her completely by surprise. "You can stay here and cool off for a while until all of the girls have been examined and are ready to proceed. Call this your orientation." Fiona walked out and Emma heard a key turn in the lock. A shocked Emma realised that she was now handcuffed and locked in an isolated bedroom without any idea of what was to come...
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Tieup1 » Thu Mar 26, 2015 10:36 am

Great story, another good chapter :)

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby abductionfan » Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:30 am

Great update again,great story.

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby jennybond » Thu Mar 26, 2015 3:35 pm

I can't wait for the next chapter
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Fri Mar 27, 2015 12:55 am

Emma spent the next few minutes squirming around on the bed in her tight cuffs. The problem was that Fiona had cuffed her wrists together with her palms facing outwards, so she was very uncomfortable and had very little movement with her hands. Emma finally accepted that she wasn't going to get into a comfortable position on the bed like this and decided to look around the room instead. The curtains in the room had already been opened and Emma couldn't help but admire the beautiful view of the snow-covered valley and the paths weaving around it. The whole valley basically dipped downwards into a cone shape where the bottom was hidden and Emma couldn't make out the village. But she would eventually see it when it was her turn to get wood. Even though Emma already hated the school, she had to admit that it was far nicer than her other school and really rather luxurious.

The windows had the same red velvet curtains that the downstairs had. The bed Emma was sitting on was a large double four poster bed that was made of the same dark wood as all the other furnishings and it had been covered with misty blue sheets and pillowcases with a matching quilt. The rooms had been painted a pale misty blue colour, which pleased Emma as blue was her favourite colour. A set of wooden drawers sat on both sides of the bed and a large wooden wardrobe stood against the wall across from the bed. The only distinctive decoration in the room was a wooden clock. According to the clock, it was four in the afternoon. Emma's interview had been scheduled for 11am on a Sunday. However, she had no idea what day it was or even what time zone they were in, so she couldn't really pin down the length of time that she had been unconscious.

Emma spotted a door next to the wardrobe, which she guessed led to the en-suite bathroom. She got off the bed and managed to open the door with her cuffed hands by turning around and reaching for the knob. When she walked in, she was faced by a large white bath with a shower head over it and a plastic curtain draped around it. There was a large dresser sitting across from the bath on the right side of the room with a sink and basin. A large cupboard was positioned above the sink and Emma guessed it was meant to hold the cleaning supplies and her bathroom supplies. There was a small frosted window next to the cupboard and Emma noticed that the cupboard doors were mirrored. On the left side of the room, there was a small white toilet. Apart from the toilet roll holder, the toilet brush and a bar of soap on the side of the basin, the room was undecorated. However, the bathroom was large and Emma had to admit that it was incredibly clean and pretty.

Emma walked back to the bed and laid down. She had no idea what was happening with the other girls but the examinations seemed to be taking ages. After a while of waiting with nothing to do, Emma finally fell asleep out of tiredness and boredom.

She was woken up by a hand shaking her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into Mme. Perrdot's angular features. "Dinner time." To Emma's relief, she noticed that Mme. Perrdot carried a silver key in her hand. Mme. Perrdot bent over her and Emma felt her cuffs being unlocked. Without warning, Mme. Perrdot roughly ripped the duct tape away from her mouth and head and Emma screamed as her long hair was roughly yanked with it. She noticed that the clock in the room now read 6.55pm. She realised that she had been inside the room for about three hours now.

"Go and join the others," the woman ordered after she had completely freed Emma from her gag. Emma groaned and rubbed her head. She got up and followed Mme. Perrdot downstairs. When they got there, the woman led her through the wooden door that she had seen before and they walked straight into a large dining room. A large rectangular table made of dark wood that was set with ten chairs that were identical to the ones the girls had been sitting in before sat in the middle of the room. The walls were covered in white wallpaper that had a lacy pattern printed on it and more chandeliers sat in the ceiling. Candles in silver candle holders had been set up and lit all over the room. To Emma, it looked like it could have been a room out of an old castle or mansion. More Gothic paintings had been hung on the walls, which unsettled her.

Everyone else was already seated before a series of covered dishes that sat on the table. Even Eve was slumped in a chair. Everyone had seated themselves in a cluster at one end of the table, so Emma headed to it. Mme. Perrdot sat down next to Fiona, which only left one empty seat between Shaynna and Ingrid. Emma slid into the seat. Ingrid finally spoke, "Welcome." No-one else responded.

"Well, as usual, it looks like I have to be the one to make dinner table conversation now. I forgot to mention this before, but dinner is served from 7pm to 8pm every night." Ingrid gestured to a series of bottles and glasses set out on the table. "You can choose what you like to drink from these. There's water, orange juice, apple juice, wine, coffee and tea." Emma gratefully reached out for the bottle of orange juice and noticed Shaynna and Brooke both reaching for the wine. Summer was more sensible and poured herself some tea instead. After each student had poured themselves a drink, Ingrid said:

"Now, all of you passed your medical examinations, which means that we can start settling in. Unfortunately, every single one of you resisted and this resulted in you being restrained in your rooms for the whole afternoon until dinner time." Mme. Perrdot said, "Young girls are quite spirited, aren't they? I'm sure all of you will be very good from now on." The woman smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Of course," Ingrid said warmly. "Everyone deserves a second chance. Later on, you can switch rooms if you want to room together or stay in your original ones if you're happy with them. Now, does anyone have any more questions?"

Emma stared at the three women in disbelief. They had the strangest personalities that she had ever seen. Ingrid seemed to switch from sweetness and light to wild rages at the drop of a hat. Fiona was harsh and Mme. Perrdot had a very odd manner of speaking and acting. It was almost stilted and Emma also detected a strong accent in her voice. When she'd ripped Emma's gag off, she had done it without any expression or emotion.

Emma said, "How long have we been here? How long did it take for us to arrive here?" Ingrid said, "That's a good question. Well, your interviews were all scheduled on Sunday and it's Monday now, so I would estimate...um...roughly 24 to 26 hours." Emma's eyes widened. They'd been unconscious that long. That was a shock.

Ingrid said, "Now, it is your first night, so I think after dinner, it might be a good idea to go to bed and we'll all start fresh tomorrow." "I'm not tired," Brooke said. "Me neither," Shaynna said. "Well, rules are rules." Both girls fell silent.

Ingrid said, "Well, let's eat." Everyone removed the covers from their dishes to be faced with steak and fries. Emma was pleasantly surprised at the delicious smell. When she looked up, she saw Ingrid looking straight at her, "I thought we'd have something nice for the first night. Now, eat."

Everyone started eating. Emma found that she was quite hungry and wolfed down most of her meal within a few minutes. She guessed that the other students felt the same as they ate almost as quickly as her. The teachers were more refined and ate their food slowly with their cutlery. The only one who didn't eat was Eve who just pushed her food around her plate. Finally, Fiona said, "Not hungry?" Eve shook her head and continued pushing her food around her plate.

After a couple of minutes, Emma found herself yawning. When she looked across at Summer, she saw her yawning as well. Even Shaynna looked a little bit tired. Brooke said, "I'm kind of tired after all. I think I'll go to bed now." Mme. Perrdot said, "As you wish." Brooke stood up, took one step forward. Then her eyes rolled up and she collapsed on the floor.

Shaynna who had been seated to Brooke's right jumped in shock and stood up, "Is she OK?! What's happen..." Shaynna never got to finish her sentence because she suddenly collapsed and her body fell straight to the floor, barely missing Brooke as she went down. Summer didn't collapse at all. She simply closed her eyes and then slid in a noiseless heap off her chair and onto the carpet. Emma tried to stand up to see what was wrong, but when she stood up her legs wobbled and everything spun in circles. She looked at the teachers.

"You drugged us again, didn't you?" Ingrid didn't deny it. She simply looked sad, "Maybe someday you'll understand, Emma." That was the last thing Emma heard before she tipped straight over onto the floor. Her last thought was that at least it didn't feel as bad as it had last time.

Fiona turned to look at Eve whose meal was still uneaten before she stood up and put her hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you go to bed now? We'll deal with this." Eve turned and stumbled out of the room.
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Headmistress » Fri Mar 27, 2015 1:19 am

While she was asleep, Emma dreamed.

She was in an unfamiliar room decorated in all blue. She was resting on a bed that was all blue, too. She knew that despite the fact that her eyes were closed. But it was almost eerily cold. When she opened her eyes, she realised that this was because it was night and a window framed in white was facing her and had been left wide open. As a result, the weather was blowing icy sheets of wind directly on her, which made her shiver. She finally become aware that she was in her room at the school, but in the darkness, it looked like something out of a winter landscape with the snow blowing outside the window and the blue, black and white tones everywhere. She was sleepy and wanted to rest, so she closed her eyes again, but someone kept shaking her shoulder hard and saying,

"You can't sleep now. Come with me."

It was quite annoying to be continually disturbed. Finally, she gave in and opened her eyes only to find herself surrounded by four blue walls. The entire room was dark and lit only by a full moon. When she looked down at herself, she saw that she was wearing a white lacy dress - no, it was a nightgown. A nightgown that didn't belong to her. It was basically a white slip dress made out of white lace with slender shoulder straps. That was when a hand took hold of hers and tugged. Emma couldn't see who was holding her hand. All she could see was a vaguely feminine shape in the darkness.

She felt herself being led from the room, through a door and into a hallway where soft carpet sank under her feet. "Up the stairs. Come on, go up." The hand pushed and Emma felt herself walking up a series of steps. She wanted to stop because she was frightened and had no idea where she was going, but every time she tried to, the hand would push or pull her forward. The strangest thing of all was how she felt. She only felt dimly aware of her surroundings. When she tried to think clearly, it was as if her mind was clouded and she was depending on the hand and the voice's guidance to take her to wherever she was going.

After she had navigated what seemed like a endless series of stairs, she was pushed forward where she heard a door open and close before the hand tugged a few steps forward and the voice spoke again, "Sit down!" The voice wasn't angry, but it was a direct order. Emma sat. She was now sitting on something rectangular and smooth. Two cold hands gripped her hands and drew them forward. Emma felt her hands being placed on something smooth and soft. When she pushed them down, she felt something clicking under her fingers. She wished that she could focus on what was happening, but she couldn't and she felt like she was in a dream.

The voice spoke softly and soothingly now, "Play."

Play what? Emma wondered. "Make music for me." That was when Emma felt her fingers moving forward and pressing on something. There were several rectangular objects under her fingers and when she pushed down on them, they moved. That was when she realised. The item in front of her was a piano and she was now sitting on its bench. But she'd never played the piano in her life. In fact, she couldn't even read sheet music. "I can't play the piano," she whispered. "I've never played before." The voice spoke, "But you can. I promise that you can. Play for me, please?"

Almost against her will, Emma's fingers reached out and began hitting the keys. It was the strangest sensation. It was almost as if her fingers knew what to do and were moving on their own without her. As she played beautiful, haunting music rose out of the piano. It was unlike any music she had ever heard before. Yet, it was enchanting. But she felt as if she wasn't really there and was spellbound by the music. When she tried to focus, she found herself caught up in the music. All she could do was play. From a distance, there was a sigh from the unseen figure that was now somewhere behind her.

After what seemed like an infinite amount of time, the piano finally stopped. Emma was exhausted and tried to rise from the bench, but the voice said, "No. Not yet. Come with me. I need to show you something. Look. Look at this."

Emma blinked and that was when everything changed.

She was now standing in the middle of a clearing in the middle of the woods. It was a beautiful and sunny day. Emma sat down feeling confused and disoriented. She looked down at herself and saw that she was now clad in an old-fashioned gown that was blue and fell to the floor. When she lifted the hem, she saw that she was barefoot and the grass felt soft under her feet. She tried to clear her thoughts so that she could figure out where she was now, but it felt as if she were in a trance where she was only semi-aware of what was around her. However, she knew that she was now sitting on a patch of grass and she looked around. There was nothing to see apart from rocks and trees and there was what sounded like a stream trickling nearby. The forest around her was beautiful, but she felt a sense of foreboding about it. It was as if the beauty was only a façade.

Now that she was sitting, she could see a smooth and round rock in front of her that was about three feet wide. It was so smooth and perfectly shaped that it could have served as a low table. She felt as if she was waiting. But, for what?

Her question was answered quickly. She heard footsteps and a woman walked out of the woods and sat down directly across from her with a smile. Emma immediately noticed how youthful and beautiful she was. Like Emma, she was clad in a blue gown, was barefoot and had large dark eyes and light hair. That was when Emma remembered her name, "Ingrid. Ingrid what are you doing here? Where are we? Why are we here?" Ingrid smiled but didn't say anything.

After a long pause, Ingrid spoke, "I want to tell you your future." Still smiling, Ingrid reached into her dress and withdrew a fistful of cards. When she looked closely, Emma recognised them as Tarot cards. "My future?" "Yes. Take one. Take any card." Emma slowly reached for one and withdrew it. When she turned it over, she was horrified to see a skull grinning back at her with the word, "Death" written across the bottom of the card. She flung it down. "I don't like this one. I want to try again." "Of course." Ingrid held the cards out again and Emma took one. But, when she turned it over the same card was in her hand with the skull grinning at her. She stared at it in horror. That was when Ingrid laughed and flung down the cards, so that they all landed face up on the rock. In horror, Emma saw that they all bore the same skull and the same word.

Then Emma spun around and saw the dark figure of an old woman hovering among the trees of the forest watching her and Ingrid with intense and penetrating eyes. That was when Ingrid began screaming in terror. It was loud and raw and it was a horrifying sound.

Emma screamed.
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Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby jennybond » Fri Mar 27, 2015 2:11 am

Creepy. I love this.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby Tieup1 » Fri Mar 27, 2015 10:58 am

Another good update :)

Re: School of Secrets (F/F).

Postby abductionfan » Fri Mar 27, 2015 2:31 pm

Oh my, creepy but awesome as always.