When they entered, Sabrina was at the filing cabinet, bent nicely to the lowest drawer.
"Seems kinda silly for you to wear that little skirt at all 'Brina," laughed Donna. "Pants show all the time anyway. Why don't you wear just pants and stockings and nothing else just like the rest of us. I wouldn't feel right wearing any more than that anymore!"
"Hi, kittens!" said Sabrina, turning around.
"Because I'm staff and you're slaves, if you must know. Slaves don't wear much, you know. Besides tomorrow you'll have to put blouses and skirts on for your trip to boyland. Can't afford to have anyone nicked on the way. And no rings, for sure.
Take 'em all out, and don't forget. The boys just wouldn't understand such things like we girls do.
Ready to fuck your heads off?"
"Sure, Sabrina," said Pamela. "But why did we get called in here? Not that I mind! You're scrumptious, y'know, even if you are an ancient twenty- seven. Gonna torture us again so soon? It was just last Monday that you made us howl By the way, thanks for doing us together, 'Brina. We sang a nice duet, didn't we? It's super to see each other hurt, 'n' after all, we are wife and wife. Do us again together?"
Sabrina laughed. "You two are incorrigible!
Sorry, no torture today. Just the required nurse's speech before being ladies-of-the-night tomorrow.
Some things you should know, and as your friendly neighborhood nurse, I'm elected to lay it on you, so plop your pretty little bottoms down in the chairs and I'll get to it… that is, if you can sit. I see the cat has been at your rumps again today. Cor, you both got laced, didn't you?"
"Yep, we got laced. Jan can be heavy-handed sometimes," said Donna.
"Being made to have sex with boys is supposed to be a punishment at Avondale," said Sabrina.
"In the old days a moppet lost her cherry here, but today's girls are something else again. You two probably haven't kept your legs crossed for years, so your romp with the boys will be just fun and games. Ravan is well aware of the sex bit not being what it used to be to degrade a girl, so she came up with something a few years back. Here's how the game is played. I have supplies of the pill here for you to take, and you're welcome to them. You will have three sessions with the boys about a month apart. Only three times, but all night, of course.
Now, here's the fun of it. You can also choose not to go on the pill! It's entirely up to you. It's what we call, taking it 'natural.' It's the chance t,hat makes the whole thing exciting for you! If you don't wan't to play roulette you can take the pill, and none of the other girls, or Jan, or Ravan will know, and I would not tell anyone or think any- thing less of you. I realize it's a serious decision and would not be forced upon you. It would be too great of a punishment. On the other hand, if you feel that being made to have sex with boys should be part of your punishment training, including the chance of pregnancy, then you can choose to fuck 'natural.' "
Pamela and Donna looked at each other. It was the old tingly feeling again!
"If you do choose to get laid natural and you get pregnant, here's what would happen. You would be released from Avondale at once, and put on probation to your mothers. After the birth of your child, arrangements have been discreetly made with a society in London to accept your child for adoption purposes. Thus you will not be saddled with a child at your age. On the other hand, you may also keep the child. It's up to you. After the birth of the child, whether you keep if, or not, you do not have to come back to Avondale to complete your sentence. You do, however, have to report back to me, or whatever nurse might be here, to be whipped once each month for two years in lieu of your early release. Now. want, the pill, or want it 'natural'? Come hack in an hour and tell me."
The discussion in their room was rather brief.
Pamela and Donna used most of the time for a good romp in bed together.
"Abby and Tricia left a note," said Donna.
"Want to know if we'd like to swap bedmates with them tonight. Abby with me, Trish with you. What say?"
"Sure!" said Pamela. "We haven't made it with others since Sunday. 'Sides, Trish has some tongue. Hey, we better get back to Sabrina, it's almost four."
The two skipped back to the nurse's room.
"We'll take it 'natural,' Sabrina! Puts a lot of excitement into it!"
"Thought you'd say that, kittens. Good slaves.
Makes me think a lot of you."
Jan drove them up to Dunden College late Satur- day afternoon where they met the boys in the game room. On the whole most of them were nice-looking lads, and mannerly towards their visitors. Despite the fact that t,he two girls were inmates of a
"reform" school and were there for the selling of their young bodies, there was no excuse for not being gentlemen at all times. The college boys were from fine families where the presentation of courtesy and good manners towards females was most expected.
Pamela and Donna were shown a bedroom, where they undressed and plopped on the bed to await their first "customer" of the evening. They were told that there would be twenty-four boys, all told. An even dozen apiece. Jan sat in a nearby chair to play the pimp she was for the night! The first pair of eager lads came in happily.
"Hi, boys!" said Jan. "Here they are, sweet seventeen and never been kissed! Not more than a million times, anyway! Here's the menu. Two pounds for fucking them in the cunt, and you can come in them of course; three pounds for a super blow-job; four pounds to ass-fuck. Take your choice! Let's see the quids first, though."
The first lads entered Donna and Pamela, and the bed began to bounce. The boys were eager, and it did not take long for the two to feel the warm emission pump into their pussies.
Pamela turned to Donna and laughed. "Here's to twins, baby! Cheers!"
"Cheers!" laughed Donna.
"What?" asked the boy,confused.
"Oh, nothing," said Pamela to the boy. "Let's hold hands while we're getting laid, Donna."
"I'm for that. Hey, Jan, do we get a chance to have a go at each other once or twice tonight?"
"You're here to work, slaves," said Jan soberly.
"Besides, it would be a messy lunch in there, I'm afraid!"
"We don't care," said Pamela, pouting. "Oh, well, you're the boss."
Mrs. Marienne McNee September 17, 1972
46 Queen's Road
Hammersmith
W.3, London
Dear Mrs. McNee:
Just a note with some photos, since I wrote you at length last week. Thought you might enjoy these of Pamela's prostitution night with boys.
She did well, and didn't seem to tire at all.
The photos are close-ups because we don't wish to show the boys' faces. Obviously, as part of our discreet arrangement with the college. The first three are close ups of Pamela's pussy, mouth and ass showing boy-stuff running out. Just wanted you to know she took it in all three places, interchangeably. The last photo was fun! Two boys in Pamela at the same time, an inch apart! Did you know that girls can take two boys at once? Three really, if she used her mouth on another.
Pamela made thirty-seven pounds for me! She's a sweetheart, and I sure could use the money.
Anyway, your daughter is now a "legal" whore.
One more price to pay for her indiscretions in shoplifting.
Sincerely,
Jan Nelson
P.S. Donna was with Pamela, too. They are rather inseparable since being married and it was nice that they could sell themselves together.
Bondage was beginning to become more rigorous, intentionally, for Pamela and Donna. Jan was following Ravan's guidebook to the letter. By this time a girl should begin to learn patience and tranquility in bondage and so Jan began what was called "solitary." The new phase did not consist of particularly harsh confinements. The first day,Pamela had been hung by her thumbs in the Pink Room for four hours. Alone. Two days later she was fastened to a cross for six hours. Alone. A week later she was simply tied by her wrists to a hook high over her head on the wall, and left for twenty-four hours. Alone.