Ravan knew the extent of the emotions being portrayed in this scene of love. To have insisted that Pamela watch now, would be utterly cruel and heartless.
".Of course, dear… and we all admire you very much." The other girls, and even Jan, licked and kissed her sniffling face, and hugged her before she left.
Donna, about to be sewn, presented a face of tranquility and beauty. The pain would not matter for, like an ancient Christian girl, her love and her confession had made her commitment desirable.
Her love of Pamela and the magnificent feeling of pride in herself for confessing had brought her to soaring heights of peace and soul-cleansing. She felt alive!
"Do not tie me, Ravan. For allowing my loved one to suffer for my lack of courage, I would like to accept it unbound. I will not interfere or move. In fact, I will watch you do it."
Ravan smiled and shook her head. Would the wonders of girls never cease!
"I believe also that you should ask for it,Donna," said Ravan.
"Sew my pussy together, Ravan," said Donna in a clear and strong voice.."Use as many threads as you like."
It took only ten cross-stitches to close Donna's pussy, and the girl had been true to her word. She sat up on the table as Ravan sewed her and watched every stitch go in.'She had uttered no sound of any kind" but several times she had closed her eyes briefly to cover the tears that were about to fall.
The other girls were silent in complete awe and admiration.
When Ravan had finished, Donna swung from t,he table without looking again at her ravaged sex lips, and pulled on her panties. She did not walk to her room. She ran, to be with her darling Pamela.
There the two girls held each other close for hours. No words were spoken, for none needed to be. No thought was given to lovemaking or kissing, for what had transpired between them was beyond physical ministrations. It was enough just to hold each other and feel each other's love flowing between them.
Finally, Pamela kissed Donna softly.
"May I see your pussy, darling?"
"I'd prefer that you didn't, my beautiful wife- girl. It's… not pr that way. Tomorrow it shall be pretty again for you."
"I understand, sweetheart. Sleep with your pants on tonight."
"Thank you, Pam."
"Thank you, Donna."
"For what?"
"For just being you."
It, was in September that Pamela and Donna were first scheduled to be taken to the boys at Dunden College. It came as no surprise to either of them, for they had been assured of such thing by Ravan on the day they had arrived at Avondale.
Besides, since they were the newest, inmates, the other girls had told them all about, it.
In the training of a young lady, many facets are utilized for her total rounding out. These experiences had not diminished or lessened since the first Avondale girls came to the ivy buildings, over a century ago. All of the things girls felt and did then were felt and done now. Some new ideas had been added. with time, but none of the old ones were eliminated. So much went into the training of a young lady into a sensual and remarkable female.
Like parts of an intricate machine, nothing could be left out and still expect it to run smoothly. So it was with the training of a girl.
It took punishment, pain, bondage, slavery, sub- mission, obedience, masochism, sadism, lesbian- ism, humiliation, degradation. All of these things were liberally mixed into the stew at Avondale.
And it took sexual submission to males as well.
Sex with boys had always been an integral part of Avondale's training, from the earliest days, for two reasons. It was not good that the girls should not bed with boys for the long term at the school.
While it was true that the girls at Avondale had found complete and total enthrallment with each other in a plethora of delicious lesbianism, most all of the girls would quickly turn to boys as well once leaving school The idea was not to turn a girl into a dedicated and strict lesbian, but to allow her to become that ultimate, unmatched, perfect female who would travel the road of ecstasy in life by virtue of bedding and loving and desiring both men and women equally. The unique creature who could sit on a bench and eye both a handsome male and a winsome female. So it was not the best for a girl to spend the best part of a year without boys, and forget them!
Secondly, the forced sexual submission to boys was intended to be, in the truest sense, a punishment. There were of course many forms of punishment besides physical pain and discomfort. There was the intense pain of degradation and humiliation as well, which a girl needed so badly to rid her of inhibitions, pride and self-respect until she finally realized that her purpose and design in life, being born female, was to provide pleasure, completely, in every way possible. Being subjected to boy-use was most valuable, especially if used by totally unknown boys. There she learned that she was not a person, or a girl, or a loved one. She was just a handy pussy. It did wonders to a girl's self- esteem to know that she could just as well have a pillowcase over her head. Only her pussy mattered.
Avondale girls seldom came back from Dunden College with any false pride remaining.
A century ago, the sex with boys was a significant punishment and training method. To be accurate, thousands of very young ladies lost their virginity at training schools, but it was expected and accepted as a necessary part of growing up fifty or a hundred years ago. Sex with boys, in fact, was a very sophisticated punishment in those days, for most of the trainees were but thirteen or fourteen at the time. Rape was used as the initial experience because of the emotional excitement of it, and the necessary humiliation involved therein. The moppets, still young enough to have little or no fur between their legs, were forced to play a game of even younger proportions, and were made to wear little-girl hair ribbons and dainty little dresses before being made to walk through the adjoining woods on a special day. Within the trees, groups of cooperative lads from a neighboring boys' school, loaned for the occasion by the discreet master of the school, awaited their prey. Appropriate and sincere squeals were emitted as clean little skirts and immature underclothes were torn away, and the youngsters found themselves plunged and lanced time and time again for the longest time.
Most found, in the woods, that a boy's tool would work well in the three places a girl had to offer.
Later in their training, the girls would be taken to London to a cooperative hotel, where for a weekend they were required to prostitute themselves for money. It was an era where moppet availability was still legal. The purpose was, of course, not for the money at all, but to teach the girls the ultimate degradation of selling themselves publicly. Indeed after such activity a girl would have no inhibitions
left, and no matter if such things never again happened, she would remember all her life that she had whored. It did make a woman out of a moppet!
In 1972, however, sex with boys had little value as a punishment. Rare was the girl who at seventeen was still a virgin, so the required submission produced little of the humiliation it once did. Rape games too were meaningless for today's modern girl for she would probably have her clothes off before the boy. Yet the experience was still valuable to the extent that the girls still were required to accept money for their bodies at the boys' college. If nothing else, prostitution did at least have some emotional impact even on the most experienced of modern girls, and thus, was worthwhile for training purposes. In addition, Ravan had added something new.
Pamela and Donna had been sent to the nurse's office in preparation for their coming weekend jaunt up to Dunden. On other weekends they had watched other girls go off in the car of their mistress, and were told all about it by the talkative adventurers the next day! They knew their turn would be soon, and got the tingly feeling again when thinking about actually selling themselves!