Harriet's story:
The very first thing I noticed when I stepped out was an eerie silence. Normally, schools would be filled with the sounds of school kids chatting and yelling. There was definitely none in this case. Just as I was about to venture further, out popped a rather tall lady with dark hair and a large waist.
"Harriet Galpin?" She uttered my name.
"Yes," I answered.
"It's yes, Ms Cleaveworth. I'll be your main dorm mistress while you board over here. Come along," and before I knew it, she had grasp my right arm and lead be through a side gate. As I walked/was dragged, I passed by several girl's. They were dressed in their school uniform of blazer, blouse, skirt, tights but what was really shocking was that they hands were bound behind their their back with rope and there was a large piece of duct tape over their mouths!
"What the hell.." I started
"Language young lady, and be quiet. You'll understand soon." After a tedious walk up several flights of stairs, I was shown into a room with two beds. "Yours is there, and there's you set of uniform. Make sure you put on 60 denier tights, you have ten minutes." Still bewildered, I changed out of my jeans, shirt and hoodie into the prescribed school uniform and lingerie. Just as I exited, Ms Cleaveworth grabbed both of my arms and yanked them behind my back. Suddenly, I felt my wrists being bound together with coarse rope. "Hey!!!!" I yelled. "What's this? What's going on?"
"Silence," was her only replied.
"This is unacceptable! This is inhuman! I demand....mmmmmphh!!!" my cries were cut of as a silvery piece of tape was pasted over my lips. "Move," she commanded me as if I was a dog, and I was literally pushed down the stairs. Unable to balance well with my hands tied behind me, I stumbled across the corridor. Finally after a painful walk, I was shown into an auditorium with other female students similarly bound and gagged, sitting on the chairs. She ushered me to a seat and before I could struggle further, my nylon-clad legs were bound the lower legs of the chair with more rope then a thick strap was attached below my boobs, keeping me on the chair.
"Mmmphh!!! Mmmpphh!!" I cried but she left. All around me, frightened girls also echoed the same gagged cries. What on earth was going on? Why were we restrained and gagged? My parents told me this would be a school to improve my weak grades, not a school that kidnaps girls? As I struggled and cried out, another girl, a blonde hair taller girl, was placed down next to me by Cleaveworth and similarly secured.
"MmmVicmmp," I heard her mumble through her tape gag and saw her name tag reading, "Victoria Seager."
"Harrimmm," I spoke gag. "Dmm u knmmm wmm wmmm armm bmmadagg?" (Do you know why we are bound and gagged?)
She shrugged and just then some one called "Silence!" A burly man in suit and tie stepped up to the stage. "Good morning, new ladies. I'm Principal Bebbbington and welcome to Wounding Boarding School. You all may be wondering why bound and gagged. This is our long standing school policy. With all of you coming with weak grades, you will be treated like such. Recent statistical analysis showed that girls with their mouths shut and hands behind perform better with their studies." We all emitted cries of disbelief and protest. "Silence! All of will be treated as such through your school and living life here. Only when you are required to speak and write will your gags be removed and hands freed. Otherwise, you will remain bound and gagged. As you see, all of you are just tape gagged and rope tied and only released for a while to circulate your muscles. As you progress, certain teachers will change you bindings to their needs. The rules and regulations will be handed out to you shortly and I expect all of you to obey them. Good day."
TBC