Postby EmilieRockerz » Sat Jun 04, 2011 2:02 pm
The room was simple. Four beds lined up in a neat row. There were small bedside tables next to each bed. A mirror was placed on the wall, as well as a painting of a female mummified with tape. There were two other girls in the room. Both of them wore exactly the same clothes as me. One of them was quite plump, and had shoulder-length mouse hair. She was sitting on her bed with a leather book in her hands. Her legs were tied but she wasn’t gagged.
The other girl was skinnier than me. She had blonde straight hair. She was gagged with masking tape and her legs and thighs were taped too. She was lying on her bed, relaxed. They both looked up and stared as we entered the room.
“H-h-hello, Ava!†The plump one stammered, dropping her book to the floor.
I watched Ava’s face darken.
“Where’s your gag, Katie?†she said, simply.
“Katie†blushed. She twiddled her hands.
“I don’t know...†she murmured.
“DON’T give me the I don’t know excuse! You’ve been here for four months now. You know when you need to wear your gag! Get Melissa to gag you, now. Cleave gag with packing.â€
Katie looked gutted. Melissa, the blonde, reached into a drawer next to Katie’s bed and pulled out a red bandana. I watched in awe as she also grabbed a piece of sponge and carefully crammed it into Katie’s mouth. Katie tried to speak, but only saliva came out. Melissa then took the bandana, rolled it up, and placed it in between Katie’s teeth and tied it off behind her head. Katie now couldn’t speak at all.
“What are you staring at, whore?†Ava screamed in my face. She grabbed a leather book that was lying on empty bed – I presumed it would be mine – and held it open for me. “This is your timetable, whore. It’s Monday. You have 4 hours of physical training in 10 minutes. Then you have dinner, and after that you’ll be collected for the Punishment Centre by myself.â€
I moaned. 4 hours of Physical!? I was unfit. I wasn’t fat...but if it wasn’t for my high metabolic rate, I would be. Damn. This was going to go badly.
Ava turned to my roomies.
“Katie! Melissa! This is the new girl, Niamh. She’s a complete beginner. You’ll have to show her the ropes around here. She in the punishment centre tonight – proof that she can be rebellious. Katie, I notice you’re in the same class as Niamh now. You can take her to the lesson. Melissa, you have torture now, so head down to the basement. Right. That’s me done here – oh, but one more thing. Katie?†Ava declared, staring down at the three of us.
Katie mmphed.
“I’ll be putting you in for a six hour Punishment tomorrow, after your gag incident. It’ll be a whole day next time, if you don’t watch it.â€
Ava slammed out of our room.
I stared blankly at the other girls. Melissa stood up after an awkward silence and evened out her gag by adding more masking tape to it.
Katie hobbled over to me, and held out her arm for me to link with. I nodded at her, as I couldn’t smile, and linked mine through hers. She opened our door and we hopped out. I had no idea where I was going, so I let Katie guide me through the lavish corridors. We went down two different corridors, and then up some stairs. The stairs were difficult. Half way up the stairs, Katie stopped and pulled her gag off.
She ripped the packing out and cleared her throat.
“Man, I absolutely hate gags. They make me sick. Don’t take yours off though, you could get in trouble. A few pointers – Ava is the Queen round here. She’s a total bitch but appears all sweet and sugary in front of the Headmistress. Physical is absolute hell and the coach is really critical and nasty. Punishment is worse than labour. Punishment Centre is worse than Punishment. So, good luck tonight. Oh, and a spider gag is so painful you feel like you have no tongue or teeth when they take it out. That’s all for now.†She said rapidly, in case someone came and saw her without a gag on again. She put the bandana back into her mouth and we continued up the stairs until we reached a pair of white double doors. There were four other girls waiting outside.
Just as the girls turned to stare at me, the double doors crashed open. A woman with a high ponytail of blonde hair came through them. She was in a latex tracksuit, in black. And she carried a whip.
“Right. Everyone remove your gags for twenty seconds.†She said, monotonously. Katie ripped hers off, then did mine for me. “Okay. We have the new girl in our class from now on, so I want everyone to do a five second soppy introduction of themselves. GO!†the scary woman said.
Katie bit her lip.
“Err...Hi, I’m Katie. I want to be a Policewoman when I’m older.â€
“Hi, I’m Ella. Everyone finds me funny.â€
“Hello, I’m Violet. I’m lost without my mum.â€
“Hi, I’m Lauryn. I’m an emo.â€
“I’m Jasmine. I’m mint.â€
Everyone sniggered at Jasmine’s.
“I’m Niamh, and I have no idea what I’m doing.â€
The scary woman suddenly piped up.
“WASN’T THAT SWEET?†she boomed, “NOW GET INSIDE. KATIE, GYMNASTICS. ELLA, YOU’RE ON THE EXERCISE BIKE. VIOLET, YOU’RE ON THE WEIGHTS. LAURYN, YOU GO AND DO 300 PRESS UPS. JASMINE, CONSIDERING YOUR COMMENT, YOU ARE DOING STEP UPS WITH A BLINDFOLD ON. AND NEW GIRL, YOU’RE WITH ME ON THE TREADMILL. MY NAME IS MISTRESS STRENGTH.â€
Everyone literally sprinted to their designated activity. The room itself was massive, filled with hi-tech equipment. Black curtains hung all around the room, acting as screens. There were a few third years, I guessed, hanging around, obviously to help out. Mistress Strength grabbed me by the shoulder as I was about to walk over to one of the treadmills. She looked me up and down.
“You need to lose about a stone and a half. Your muscles are nowhere to be seen. Your chest, as alluring as it is, is weighing you down. Terrible chins.â€
I seethed as she dragged me over to the treadmills, still criticizing my body.
“Right. Get on, and start running.†Mistress Strength said, producing a pair of scissors from her pocket and cutting off my leg restraints.
I tenderly began to walk in my heels.
“I SAID RUN!†Mistress Strength screamed. I felt a burning sensation on the backs of my knees. I realised she had whipped me. Ah, the pain. I couldn’t function...I was overwhelmed by the sting of the whip.
Somehow, I managed to break into a jog. It was so hard to keep on top of the heels! Plus I couldn’t balance with my hands tied.
“RUN FASTER!†another crop of the whip slashed my knees.
Within minutes, I was sprinting. I sprinted for about a minute, then slowed right down to a jog.
WHUPAAA!
The whip slashed my legs again. I felt tears break into my eyes. This was so unreal.
10 minutes later, and I was tired out. I had been whipped about sixteen times, and screamed at by Mistress Strength. I was trying to jog but I couldn’t keep going...I felt my ankle twist and I toppled off the treadmill, and out of my heels.
“GET UP YOU FATARSE. GET UP NOW!†she spat, grabbing at my hair and pulling it hard.
I pushed myself off the floor in pain. She laughed as I crawled onto the treadmill and went flying forwards.
“You ran a total of 10 minutes. Well, actually you did sprint a total of two minutes, jogged a total of three and walked for five minutes. You’re unfit, you’re cardiovascular endurance is bloody awful, you have no agility or skill, no drive, you’re effort is severely out of this world. You didn’t even try...â€
I stopped listening to Mistress Strength. I didn’t care...I didn’t care.
Suddenly, I felt slap across my cheek. It was her damned whip.
“LISTEN TO ME!â€
I jumped to attention. She smirked.
“I’m making things more difficult now. For the next hour, you will run on this treadmill. You will have a drip of water to keep you hydrated. But apart from that there is no rest. I am going to tie your hands to this rope,†she said, pointing to a length of rope hanging from the ceiling above my head – how did I not notice that? – “which means that if you stop running, you will simply dangle from the rope and probably break your wrists.â€
Mistress Strength stunk of sweat, I noticed. She grabbed my hands, and tied the rope that they were tied with to the rope above me. My arms were raised above my head and I was immediately lifted up a few centimetres. She was right – it was really excruciating to simply dangle. Then, I noticed she dragged out a small machine from behind one of the many curtains, and pulled a thin cable out of it. She sellotaped it to my nose, but I could still breathe – luckily.
And, so, I began to run.
One hour later, and I was dead. Panting, puffing and dangling in the air – every so often my legs would kick out and I would start running for a few seconds. Mistress Strength had left as soon as she had attached my drip, and she was yet to return. The sad thing was that I had two and a half hours of physical left.
I groaned into my gag, hoping someone would hear me. Suddenly, I saw Katie appear around the corner. She smiled at me. I screamed into my gag, but she signalled for me to be quiet. She tiptoed over and pulled off my drip. She turned off the treadmill and got to work cutting the rope above my head.
Within moments, I was free from the rope. I didn’t take off my gag, but Katie yanked off hers.
“They’ve left! I don’t know why, but Mistress Strength and her Third Year followers left a few minutes ago. Stay here and I’ll free everyone else!â€
Katie ran off behind the screens of curtains around me to find the other four girls. I sighed, and tried to catch my breath.
Out of the blue, I heard a door crash.
Crap.
Screams ensued – I assumed they were Katie’s as Mistress Strength attacked her for disobedience. I was silent as I tried to hear their conversation.
“ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE UNTIED?â€
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!â€
“I SAID, ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE UNTIED!?â€
“NO...I FREED LAURYN AND NIAMH...â€
There was a silence. I held my breath through my slimy gag.
“Lauryn and New Girl, please come out of the curtain. Now.â€
I stepped off the treadmill and opened the curtains surrounding me. I saw Katie on the floor in the middle of the room, with Mistress Strength on top of her. She had her in a headlock and had her other hand pressing on her pressure point.
I trembled. Lauryn appeared at the other side of the room, also shaking.
“Did Katie here free you two?†Mistress asked calmly. Lauryn nodded. I didn’t want to dump Katie in it, so I did nothing.
Mistress Strength laughed.
“You’ll be in the Punishment Centre tonight then, Katie. You can leave my lesson; I don’t want to see your face.â€
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