Actually, Cindy was fooling no one but herself. Regina Fairfield was not stupid. During one of the counsel meetings she held often in her office, she laughed upon reading Cindy's file report.
She gazed at the five matrons sitting before her and said, "I see Cindy Farmer has suddenly and miraculously turned into a fine young lady."
Laughter filled the room. Every matron there could readily see what the cute little girl was up to. Many girls had tried conning the staff and Mrs. Fairfield.
"She's up to something, all right," one of the attendants said.
"Of course," Regina Fairfield replied. "Escape probably, if we give her outside privileges."
"Or revenge," another matron put in wisely. "She's a tough one, that's for sure. Under her pretty exterior burns a resentment. I can see it in her eyes sometimes when she doesn't know anyone is looking at her. It's like a snake waiting to strike."
Regina Fairfield digested that information for a moment. Then she hummed through her tight, thin lips and tapped Cindy's file with a long, unpainted fingernail. "Let's find out what she's up to. Next Sunday will be the real test."
"Yes, Ma'am," a few matrons responded.
Cindy learned about Sunday on a Friday. She was sitting on her cot when the two girls on each side of her bed excitedly talked about visitors' day.
"Sunday?" Cindy said, feeling a new excitement well up behind her taut young tits. "Gee, do you think I'll get to visit with my parents?"
"Are they coming?" one girl asked. "I don't know," Cindy replied. "Do they even know about it?"
"That's up to Mrs. Fairfield," the other girl told her. "I guess if you've been behaving she'll let your mom and dad know and then they can come visit you."
Cindy mulled that over. She was sure she'd been fooling everyone for days now. Maybe Mrs. Fairfield would call her parents, too. What if she did? What would Cindy do when she saw her parents? She thought about that for two days.
On Sunday morning all the girls dressed in their finest. The dormitory looked like a room full of cute little angels. Cindy smiled as she looked up and down the long room. She couldn't help wondering what the horny Jetsons would do in a place like this. The dorm slept fifty girls but at any one time there was usually about twenty. Cindy peered at all the young tits and cute asses and sweet pussies and giggled to herself. The Jetsons could have a field day around here!
Cindy was excitedly imagining some of her roommates fucking like crazy when two matrons entered the dorm. They walked up and down the bed with clipboards and announced the names of the girls who would be visiting outside today with their parents.
To Cindy's complete surprise a matron paused at the foot of her bed and said, "Farmer. You can visit with your parents between one and two o'clock." Then she walked on to the next bed.
Cindy struggled to hide her overwhelming shock and delight. "Thank you," she murmured for the matron's sake. The matron glanced at her partner and winked. The other smiled slightly. But Cindy saw none of this. She was burning up with excitement.
She stretched out on her cot and breathed deeply. Her blood rushed through her veins. Her heart beat wildly behind her thrusting young tits.
She couldn't believe her luck. Mrs. Fairfield must be nuts, she thought brazenly. That dumb broad! Boy, did she fall for my little tricks! What a numbskull! And here I thought she was one of the smartest women I'd ever met. Why, she's a piece of cake!
Cindy leapt from her cot. Her fingers trembled as she stuffed her jutting tits into a teeny-weeny black bra. This was the chance she had been waiting for. By God, she would show these bastards a thing or two!
At one o'clock Cindy was in a small line of girls at the front door of the Fairfield Home for Wayward Girls. She was almost breathless with anticipation and she kept getting on tiptoes to see over the girls in front of her, trying to spot her parents out on the vast green lawns.
A tall, willowy matron unlocked the doors and the girls filed out into the bright sunshine. Cindy pushed her way past the girls, almost jumping with excitement. Her sparkling blue eyes searched the area, darting here and there. She saw girls embracing their mothers and fathers, and her own eyes looked around desperately. Then she saw them. Her parents were beneath a shady oak tree, waiting near a newly painted table with picnic benches.
"Mom! Daddy!" Cindy shrieked. She broke into a run, her tits jiggling and ass swinging as her legs carried her as fast as they could.
Tears filled her eyes and started to fall long before she reached her parents. She threw herself into her mother's arms and sobbed uncontrollably, shaking violently as if she were having a tremendous orgasm.
"Ohh, mommmm," she cried.
Her father's brow knit in a worried frown and he pressed up to his wife and daughter and put an arm around them both. "Cindy," he murmured. "What is it?"
"Oh, Daddy!" she wept, turning her tear streaked face to him. She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Help me," she sobbed. "You have to get me out of this place, please, please! I can't stay here any more!"
"But, darlin…" her mother stammered, shocked.
"Oh, Mom! Daddy!" Cindy cried. "Listen to me!" She quickly looked around to make sure there were no matrons within earshot. She pulled at her parents to make them sit with her, then she burst out, "You wouldn't believe what's happening in here. Girls! Oh, how can I tell you? They make us do filthy things with girls! Sexy things! Oh! I know how this must sound, but you've got to believe me!"
"Now, honey," her father said, patting her hand, "calm yourself."
"I can't!" Cindy shrieked. "There's nothing to be calm about! Listen to me, please! These are filthy, dirty people. Mrs. Fairfield is the worst! They get their kicks watching us girls get raped by females!"
Mrs. Farmer blushed profusely. "Cindy! I will not have you speaking about such dirty things!"
New tears flowed from Cindy's eyes as she gazed at her outraged mother. Hopelessness filled her heart and, in desperation, she turned to her dad.
"Daddy," she sobbed, "you have to listen to me. I'm not making it up! They torture us!"
"Cindy… really now."
Cindy's shock registered in her pretty face, her mouth fell open and her eyes darted from her mother's face to her father's. "You don't believe me! My God! You don't believe me!"
Mr. Farmer's eyes traveled to her wrists, checked her bare arms, studied her face. Cindy understood the look of incredulity she got from him.
"It doesn't show!" she screeched. "They use fur-lined cuffs so we don't get marked in any way!"
"But, vicious girls?" her father said slowly, doubt written all over his face.
"Oh, Daddy, listen! Not those kind of girls! They torture us with, with… Ohhhh, Mother, can't you take a walk for a minute?"
"She cannot!" her father barked angrily.
Cindy got flustered. "I-I'm sorry. All I meant was maybe she shouldn't hear what I'm trying to tell you."
"I'm staying right here," her mother said, drying her tears. "Mrs. Fairfield warned us that you might be unruly. She tried to get us to wait a little longer before seeing you, but we were so desperate to visit you. Now look!"
Cindy had no choice but to ignore her mother completely. She knew she had to get through to her father. "Daddy, please listen to me. The girls torture us with dildos! With their tongues and hands! Oh, I can't spell it out! It's too embarrassing and humiliating! Use your imagination!"
Mr. Farmer head was shaking dolefully. With great sadness in his eyes, he said, "I've heard you say some pretty bad things lately, Cindy, but this has to be the limit. Is there nothing you won't say just to get out of here? Mrs. Fairfield is doing all she can to help you. We get reports, you know. That's what we're paying her for. We've read them all, how you've been a constant rebel and a source of disharmony around here."