"What do you mean? I have been punished!"
Trudy got up on one elbow and gazed into the girl's pretty face. "You really don't know what's going on, do you? Do you know what happens upstairs in the art classes and music classes?"
"No," Cindy said. Her brow creased with a frown of growing curiosity.
"Do you know what happens in Dormitory A?"
"No. What?"
Trudy looked troubled. "I guess I've said too much already," she murmured.
Cindy grabbed at her. "Tell me! What's going on around here? What are you talking about?"
"I'd better shut up," the girl said. "Look, Cindy, just remember this. If you give Mrs. Fairfield a real hard time, you can wind up in jail or something. I've seen the tough bitches go. They never did find out what Fairfield is really like. Neither will you if you don't start changing your attitude. That's all Mrs. Fairfield is after, you know. She's trying to help you."
"Help me? Good God, Trudy! I've been shackled and eaten by wild animals! Girls have licked me and bitten me and sucked me and fucked me! Where have you been? Didn't a girl fuck your cunt?"
"Yes," Trudy replied gently.
Cindy frowned deeply at the calm girl. "Weren't you mad?"
"Only at first. Only when I thought Mrs. Fairfield was my enemy, trying to punish me, trying to get me to kiss my parents' asses. But then, well, I learned."
"Learned what?"
"That Mrs. Fairfield has a sort of philosophy. You see, she believes that girls like you and me are the sexiest females around, but that we've gone astray with our willful ways. She's dedicated her whole life to helping chicks like you and me. She wants us to begin to enjoy sex."
"What? Are you crazy? I thought she was trying to teach me to quit fucking!"
"Oh, Cindy," Trudy sighed. "Wake up, will you?"
Cindy started to respond to that, but her words got caught in her throat. She suddenly felt stupid and immature, but she didn't know why. Trudy leaned over and kissed her soft mouth, then whispered, "I'd better get back to my own bed. Good night, baby."
Cindy didn't try to detain her. She was in a state of shock. She heard Trudy crawl into the next cot. Later, she heard the girl gentle snoring. Cindy stared unseeingly at the ceiling, thinking, wondering, puzzling.
Didn't she get in trouble with the Jet-Savers? Didn't her parents find out? Didn't her parents threaten to punish her severely? Didn't they decide to send her to this home for wayward girls? Wasn't she strapped to a board in the basement and licked all over by crazy girls? Didn't a girl with a big dildo fuck her pussy? Didn't a girl with a monstrous dildo on fuck her asshole?
Cindy was thoroughly perplexed. What could Trudy have meant? How could the bitch Mrs. Fairfield possibly be a friend to girls who were being sexually mistreated? That didn't make any sense! Or did it?
Cindy fell asleep with her little head torn by conflicting thoughts. It was fitful sleep during which she tossed and turned most of the night. She dreamed she was running naked through dark woods. Screeching owls and howling wolves chased her. She screamed and screamed as she ran as fast as she could through trees and bushes. Then there was Regina Fairfield, blocking her escape. Luscious naked matrons tied Cindy to a big tree and all sorts of wild animals came to fuck her horny pussy. She came and came, and her whole body vibrated with sex. She awoke in a sweat, her cunt drenched with joy-juices.
When the attendant arrived to awaken all the girls on the dorm, Cindy got up and hastily dressed. She was the first in line in the dining hall and she ate ravenously. Her appetite had increased overnight and she attributed it to Trudy's sucking mouth.
At her table, she looked around for Trudy, but could see her nowhere. Was she already transferred to the other dormitory? What was over there? What did the cute cunt-sucker mean by all that she'd said?
After breakfast, Cindy got to her feet and went up to a beautiful, raven-haired matron. "Excuse me," she said. "Could I see Mrs. Fairfield?"
"Sure," the woman said with a nice smile. "Come with me."
The attendant opened the door of Mrs. Fairfield's office and let Cindy in, then she closed it. Regina Fairfield looked up and smiled. Just the sight of Cindy in her bright mini-dress with her young tits jutting so deliciously made the woman feel good. Cindy Farmer was definitely a sexy little thing. If only she was teachable.
"Mrs. Fairfield, I-I – gee, I don't know what to say."
"Sit down, Cindy," the woman said, getting to her feet.
Cindy sat and the woman stood near her, studying her face for signs of compliance. She saw what she was looking for. Something had finally gotten through to the rebellious little bitch.
"What is it?" the woman asked.
"I don't know how to begin," Cindy said, fluttering her eyelashes cutely. "I-I think I've been all wrong about you."
Regina Fairfield beamed. Her dark eyes brightened considerably and a thrill of success teased her heart. It was always a special moment for the woman when one of her young charges woke up to the facts of life. It always pained her when a girl remained incorrigible, when a girl had to be released from Fairfield, only to wind up in jail or prison or worse.
Cindy saw the change come over the woman and suddenly she didn't look like a bitch at all. She really looked like a woman who could be a girl's friend.
"Please tell me what's going on around here," Cindy murmured.
It wasn't her request that pleased Regina Fairfield. It was her obvious change of attitude. Cindy Farmer wasn't rebelling now. She looked docile and willing and open-minded. "Walk with me," the woman said.
That was unexpected, but Cindy quickly got to her feet and followed Mrs. Fairfield out of the room. They strolled the corridors, talking. As they walked, girls and matrons passed them, all of them cheery.
"That's another thing," Cindy said. "All the girls here seem so happy. I missed that at first. I thought we were all your prisoners and your attendants. They're such beautiful women and they're very happy, too. Am I the only one around here who's been hateful?"
"Not at all, Cindy," Regina Fairfield smiled. To Cindy's complete surprise the woman put her arm across her shoulders and embraced her as they walked, "There will be others after you. A new girl is arriving tomorrow, in fact. She'll be just as you were."
"What does it all mean?" Cindy asked. "Why is everybody so happy here?"
Mrs. Fairfield smiled broadly and said, "All my matrons were once interns here."
Cindy's mouth fell open and she stared in disbelief at a passing attendant, a tall, willowy blonde who looked good enough to eat in her starched white shirt and little miniskirt.
"These guards were once runaway girls!" Cindy gasped.
"Everyone of them," Regina Fairfield said proudly. "After they left here and got a little older they applied for positions with me. You might say they graduated from here then came back to teach."
"I'll be darned," Cindy breathed, impressed. Then she gazed at Regina Fairfield with new eyes and asked, "But what do they teach?"
"Classes in the art of living," the woman said cryptically. "How to get along in the world when you're sexy, prematurely developed and horny."
She laughed at the expression on Cindy's young face. She took the girl's hand in hers and said, "Let's go upstairs. I think you're ready to see our classes."
They took the small elevator to the floor above where Cindy had never been. There she discovered long corridors and many rooms with walls of glass. Nothing was hidden from view. And what Cindy saw all around her startled her out of her mind.
In every glassed-in room sexy young girls were in various degress of undress and doing an array of sexual things with dildos – all kinds of dildos!
"Oh, my God!" Cindy gasped.
Her young eyes couldn't move fast enough. There was a little girl, younger than she was, on her hands and knees, gettin fucked royally by a giant brute of a dildo that was strapped to an older girl. There was a room of five naked girls, all of them licking each other! "They're enjoying it!" Cindy gasped.