**Zita**
Even if it was our last moment here, I wouldn´t rank the ceremony much high. I think 5/10 or 6/10 at the tops. Now, if somebody sprayed that on the warden´s door, would the attempt for constructive criticism be taken as an offence? I know, In any case somebody should wash the door…
Anyway, the final return to the room for today was tightened and chaotical at the same time. Me, Barbara and barely responding Therese were ordered to be quick and wardens explained the reason right at the start.
“You have an immediate curfew. Tomorrow there won´t be PE and you´ll have The Art of Homemaking. In 5:30 you go with us for your own breakfast and then you´ll join the cooks during preparing meal for our guests.” I was tired, but at the same time stressed, so I don´t know if my body will sleep at all, let alone with such strict reveille. I must appreciate some progress, no doubt. Better be cooking and be dirty from the food than fighting in the mud.
In the room we were given clear underwear, black pieces with the silver school motifs. We couldn´t sleep in them right now, precisely because our two roommates returned shortly after. Senator Thompson thrashed the wall with bathroom´s door and turned on the water. Stacey came as the last one, fell on the bed and wrapped herself by the blanket in the unnatural angle. We all have our first scars.
Oh, yes, one can´t believe how a sore butt can shape at least the rest of your day, sending you reminder of that horrible time and place from inside your skin. We young ones get at cushion for sitting in the dining hall during the dinner. Not so much luck on the stadium. Now I had to lay on my stomach a and even tuck the panties between my cheeks. Blanket cooled the pain spot a little.
Renegade voices filled my mind again, some pushing me more towards subversive plans, others against the person I was until bus brought me here. I was even imagining some pixie version of myself sitting on the window, mocking me with words “Hey, Miss Woodroof, you were misbehaving a lot. Will you try it again? Maybe you should!” Yes, my body tasted the strict school, but not a single class of Holy Submission. I hugged the pillow from both sides and pressed my clit towards the fabric of the bed. I´ve begun to curiously compare all I could imagine about lessons of the following days.
**Stacey**
The filth…
They covered me in it and they are going to repeat it. After the match I and the Asian chick got the long massage I pretended to be grateful for. Our bodies assured them we are straight. I officially hate my hormones now. I had to wear my cat paws again and then the imitation of robe made from the clay that only covered me from the waist up. Nude part of my figure ended in the short cage with me being suspended in its roof.
I didn´t know what they were planning for me, the meantime was horrific as it was. Some guys came to me in the storage room and at first were just taking pictures with me. Later they opened the cage and began to examining my body in worse ways than those doctors… They were sticking finger or two into me, first from the front, and then they found the rear hole. Remembering those penetrations made me twist in this moment, the body not knowing what to do under the revulsion. Feeling their tongues was like being brushed by the rough muddy fishes.
As I was expecting, nobody cared for my surely exhausted expression and pale face when I was being paraded on the yard. Nor for my utter resignation when I was given diploma with the announcement of bonus points (they will probably not make me any good in the long run). There will be also nude art of me and the Asian chick on the gym´s entrance. Whenever I will go there I will be reminded of this day and what happened on it before the proclamation of glory.
They probably want to scare us so much we would willingly stay locked in the house, never going back to cruel outside. If I would be pressed to choose, I will go away from this all and somewhere afar just decide for kindness of the animals.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fb9vly/the_princesses_in_the_tower_chapter_1_part_5_zita