BR004

The week ends with no further surprises for Bobby. No invitations from the principal this time! Bobby is reckless, roaming the school - hoping to meet some of the girls - but no luck. Studying is the only thing he manages to do - the library with his silence.

Bobby is walking back to his room in the late afternoon when he hears a sequence of clicks from the doors around him - click click click - he tries the door at the end of the corridor - locked. Locked? He's never seen that door locked. He walks back - locked - tries the doors of the labs - all locked.

Bobby nearly panics - then another series of clicks - and all the doors are open!

Bobby returns to his room - starts to research about remote controls and building controls. The night, when Tom is sleeping, he removes the lock from his door and starts to study it. What with that %$££$%& corridor?

What IS this blog?

Well, you have all the OOC posts to answer. Most of them, however, have been superseded by events. What happened is that the diary trick - that was meant as a way to check the commitment of sub/victim players - has evolved to be the main narrator voice. Instead of having the others do the diary, it's become my thing. Go guess.

So, what happens here? Federico's story is the one that keeps the threads together. We have one male student and two active girls - four players, a success from my point of view.

The blog and SL together are working as a two-pace narration. The diaries are a few lines where events are just flashed. The scenes give the detailed, moment by moment play.

I think that without the diaries we would never manage to have a scene as successful as the one with Tom and Grace. Knowing the characters are alive also out of the SL time, players put much more effort in making a sensible narration.

I wonder now how much this way of play could grow. With the current number, the blog is more than adequate. But what if we arrive to ten players? More? Well, stay tuned and perhaps you will know.

F018. Weekend Of Nothing.

It's nearly one month. As I look back, it feels nothing and it amounts to nothing. The years are still there, heavy and unscrutable in front of me. But hell, I've started.

I make a quick balance. I have two students under processing. Still months before I can start to make them work. I need a trainer.

My hold over the school is strong. I have my men, and I have the dorks gang now. A gamble that worked. They will be very useful, and perhaps some of them will be Circle material.

I have a mystery. What happened to Mr. C? What happened to Venturi? The blood in the car was hers. Traces of cordite. She's been shot inside the car. Chances are that she's dead, but I have the feeling she's not. Tough material, that woman. I think I'm better without her.

Then my wife, Maci. What's she been doing? Our phone calls have already grown scarce and formal. Next week I'll be home. I miss her in everything I do. I keep dreaming about burning the school and running away. A suicidal dream.

Nothing. I'm going to do nothing all the weekend. I've sent Christina away and I'll just sleep, drink by myself and watch TV. A weekend of nothing.

BR003

Bobby cannot believe the story Tom is telling. A mugger - what? Made Grace do - what? And he told her the story about the photos - that Bobby should now destroy, Tom says. Well Tom - you lied to start with, keep lying - I will keep the photos safe - answers Bobby.

Bobby had hoped for another invitation from the principal - but no call arrived this week. He tries to study as hard as he can to fill the time. He notices another girl that goes around often with Grace - that Silvia - he should show Tom that he can score too, even without the mugger.

Scene 1.05. Grace, Tom and the Mugger

(Will make more sense if you read the recent diary entries of bobby aka vague dreamscape on the blog regarding the dorks gang)

Grace plays Grace, Federico (with the Abu aspect for lack of a better one) plays Tom and Gabriel Ruben (compliments for the play and the collaborative style he's shown in an improvised situation) plays the mugger.



Tom: So a coke will be? Come on Grace.

Grace: where?

Tom: to ask forgiveness for the other day *winks*.. well at the diner, where else?

Grace: alright

Tom: it's not as if we can go off town.

Grace: i am thirsty anyway

Tom whispers "but I'm telling you a secret.."

Tom: I'm going to get a motorbike soon.

Grace: oh cool

Grace: a motorbike

Tom: shhh!

Tom: I'll get fired off the school if they hear you! Yes...

Tom: we will hide it in the woods..

Tom starts to walk

Grace: ok

Grace is intrigued about the bike

Tom: well of course you will be..

Tom opens the door for you

Grace: thank you Tom

Tom: welcome to a ride.. if I manage to..

Grace plonks herself down on the sofa

Tom pays for a coke and a beer, thinking about the bet. He glances at her.

Grace is a little suspicious of his intentions

Grace smoothens her skirt

Tom tries to relax and to start a conversation, sipping on his beer "so cheerleading, is, uh, important for you?"

Tom 's eyes follow her hand, cursing the table.

Grace narrows her eyes, sipping on her coke while staring at you

Grace: "Yes you can say that"

Tom pulls backwards, startled by her gaze. "We went to see you the other day, you know"

Grace stops sipping from her glass.."w-what?"

Grace: "See what?"

Tom: to see the training. *waves hands, feeling her hesitation* You were great. Much better than the others.

Grace gulps down the fizzy drink, thinking

Tom: must be that you train much more. *looks up* hmm, I guess you have strong legs. *closes fingers slolwy*

Grace lets out a tiny burp, and is embarrassed, caught offguard by the comment that someone was watching

Tom: the other boys were ...

Tom: .. they liked you a lot. A lot.

Tom laughs "we could build a fan club, the Grace fun club"

Grace continues sipping, wondering if he was being sarcastic

Grace: "who else was there watching my training besides you?"

Tom: All my friends.. Bobby and the others, you know, the five of us.

Grace: where were you watching me from?

Grace: I don't remember seeing the five of you

Tom smiles and takes a sip.

Grace closes her legs under the table

Tom: from under the bleaches....

Tom: we like to hide there. We've been there several times.

Grace reaches the botTom of the glass and slurps loudly

Grace: what!

Grace: you pervert!

Grace turns red

Tom: that's why the other wanted to pull your skirt up. Hey it was just a.. a case.. coincidence..

Grace: whatever

Grace looks mad

Tom tries to be nice "I really like you. I'm sorry..the others said a few bad things about you."

Grace: they're your friends aren't they

Tom: yes, yes. Kind of. Well, they all look at me like.. like their leader. So I made them shut up!"

Grace seems to nod gently

Tom: I told them you're a nice, kind person.

Grace: tell them not to call me that again..

Grace: it was hurtful

Tom reaches with his hand across the table, brushing the back of your hand holding the coke.

Grace: and how do you know i'm a nice kind person?

Tom: I have eyes!

Grace draws her hand back slightly but not completely, sensing some boy trying to get into her pants

Grace narrows her eyes again. "Yes - and?"

Tom: it's so clear. They are just dorks, and they cannot understand.

Grace grins a little, "Yes they are"

Tom: looking at you is enough to see what a marvelous person you are.

Grace: "Especially that guy with the big horned rimmed glasses"

Grace: He looks dorky

Tom sneers "Bobby. Yes. He.." then hesitates for added effect.

Grace raises her brows

Grace: "He what?"

Tom: He took some photos with his cell.. *waits some more*

Grace: "what!"

Grace: where?

Grace: when?

Grace: you mean from under the bleekers during my practice?

Grace: dorky pervert

Tom: from under the bleachers. *hides mouth with hand not to show he's trying not to laugh* yes.

Grace: can you ... can you make him delete the photos?

Tom: he said he wanted to put them on our website.

Tom: no, I cannot. I cannot because....

Grace tries hard not to turn red, thinking how she was pantiless

Grace's face turns pale

Grace: w-website?

Grace: why can't you?

Grace: you're their leader

Tom: because I already made him.

Grace: made him what?

Tom: they are destroyed.

Tom: I told you Gracey, I really like you *taking her hand with decision*

Grace seems visibly more at ease

Grace looks startled

Grace: "you sure he deleted them all?"

Tom: I, I think we should see each other regularly. *disappointed you're still thinking about the photos* yes. Destroyed.

Grace thinks of withdrawing her hand back but wants Tom's confirmation that the photos have really been deleted

Grace sinks back into her sofa, "thanks... for telling him to do so"

Tom holds her hand tight ".. so?", waiting anxiously for her answer.

Grace seems distracted by something on her mind, "Hmm?"

Grace looks at Tom, clearly not having heard his question

Tom lets her hand go "I really like you" he repeats quite idiotically. "We should, uh, go out together."

Grace: Oh

Grace tries to slurp on her drink but the glass is already empty

Grace: ummm

Tom mutters, looking down "I helped you.."

Grace: i'm not sure that's such a good idea

Grace: i thanked you

Tom says meekly "it's ok.."

Grace: i need to focus on cheerleading, and studies

Grace: no time for relationships

Tom stands up. "I'm sure, I'm sure. Well.. it's that you don't .don't feel for me as much as I do.. feel for you."

Grace: i don't know you well Tom

Tom thinks, disappointed. He changes expression, frustration passing into anger.

Tom: no. I've been too quick.

Grace nods a little

Tom: I'm, uh, sorry. *sounding false*

Tom: but....

Tom thinks fast. He's not wanting to tell the others he was rejected, for sure. "Uh.. I really helped you, you know. That website..."

Grace: yes you did

Grace: that was sweet of you

Tom looks at the back door. "Can we go over there? I want just to ask you a little thing. Please."

Grace nods

Grace: why did you come out to the alley here?

Tom corners her "Grace..."

Grace looks at you nervously, "Yes?"

Tom: just a kiss. Please.

Grace: a kiss?

Grace: oh god!

The Mugger approaches, his gun hidden behind his back

Tom hears the steps and turns quickly "what? Hey!"

Grace sees the masked man and is startled

The Mugger: Well well well, what do we got here???

The Mugger smirks from under his mask and sizes the pair up

Tom shakes but then walks between the masked man and Grace

Grace turns pale

Grace hides behind Tom

The Mugger smiles and the dorky looking man

The Mugger: Oh, and I suppose you're the hero eh?

Grace: w-what do you want?!

The Mugger looks behind him at grace "hello there sugar."

Tom: looks really shaken "I'm not not what? Who are you?"

Grace shrinks back further

The Mugger looks behind him to make sure nobody is coming and lowers his gun, pointing it at Tom

Grace grabs Tom's arm

Tom: I have, I have. I have a .. money, little money. *starts to take his wallet, slowly*

The Mugger: Toss it over here tough guy!

The Mugger: Toss it over here tough guy!

The Mugger: and you too bitch!

The Mugger: Wallet! now!

The Mugger pulls back the hammer on his pistol

Tom feels Grace's hand "she's got nothing, dont', don't you see?" He pulls the wallet up "First let her go."

The Mugger: I'm the one calling the shots here asshole

Grace: i didn't have my wallet

Grace: i swear!

Grace: he paid for my coke!

The Mugger rubs his temples and shakes his head

The Mugger: not good

The Mugger waits for Tom to throw his wallet over

Tom: who, who, who are you calling asshole? You, you are just.. a .... *stops confused, then throws the wallet - far away towards the trash pile*

The Mugger keeps his gun trained on Tom goes to pick up the wallet

The Mugger grins and counts up the bills "200 bucks! Fucking jackpot!"

Tom steps forwards with his hands up "We are, are going"

Grace: please let us go now Sir?

Grace follows behind Tom closely

The Mugger steps in front of Tom

The Mugger: oh? Are you???

The Mugger shoves Tom to the side

Tom: yes, we have nothing else! *staggers, the fear making him feel weak*

The Mugger looks over grace and smiles

The Mugger: Oh I think you both do......

Grace looks scared

The Mugger: All he wanted was a little kiss bitch......Give the fucking nerd what he wants

Grace looks confused

Grace: oh.. ok...

The Mugger points the gun at the pair

Tom gasps

Tom: ... what?

Grace gulps and looks at the pointed gun

The Mugger laughs

Grace steps closer to Tom

The Mugger: don't think I didn't hear what you said

Tom: no, not this...

The Mugger: Bring a poor girl out to the alley, nobody in sight

The Mugger: You were gonna fuck her.....

The Mugger: WEREN'T YOU!?!!?

Tom: eh? No.. we.. we are a couple!

The Mugger points his gun at Tom

Grace turns pale and then red

Tom looks at Grace, blinking fast

The Mugger looks down the alley and grins from under his mask

The Mugger: get busy bitch

Grace is confused, wondering whether or not to kiss Tom

Grace: yyes...

Grace leans close to Tom and gives him a peck on the cheek

Tom: oh.

The Mugger grins and waits for the two "Fucking rabbits...."

Tom: are you happy now?

The Mugger sighs and walks close to Tom, gun drawn in his face

Tom: enough with these games! Let us go. Police is going to find you now.

Tom freezes "hey.."

The Mugger: Don't see no cops anywhere pal

Grace is impressed with Tom's bravery

Tom: ok I'm sorry.. *in a whisper*

Grace changes her mind

Tom needs all his willpower not to pee in his trousers.

The Mugger brings his gun up and smashes it hard onto Tom's left collar bone, hard enough to daze him but not knock him out

Grace screams

Tom oomphs and slips down to his knees, sucking in a yelp.

The Mugger walks around the dork and up to grace, shoving his gun in her face

Grace: aieee

Tom rubs his chest "owww.." unable to stand.

The Mugger rubs his hand down grace's face and to the side of her breast and down her hips

Grace: plleasee

The Mugger: As for you sugar

Grace: ohh what are you doing.. stop!

The Mugger tears at grace's skirt, ripping it at the seams

Grace screams in terror

Tom gasps and pulls his head up, freezing as he looks at her.

The Mugger takes the torn garment and places it on Tom's head

The Mugger: take a big wiff loser! the best is yet to come!

Tom shivers.

The Mugger: the shirt bitch, lose it!

Grace: nooo ... pleasse Sir.. i beg you

Grace: don't

The Mugger keeps his gun pointed at you

Grace turns red when she sees the man looking at her pantiless pussy

The Mugger: you know the dork was gonna rape you, I'm just giving him an edge

The Mugger: NOW LOSE THE SHIRT!

Grace: noo... please help me Tom

Grace starts to sob

Tom 's eyes cannot leave Grace's shape. She was pantiless again under her skirt. He feels still dizzy, but also his pants are too tight.

The Mugger: Lose the shirt, or I lose it for you slut!

Grace's hands slowly move to her top

The Mugger fires a shot down the alleyway

Grace screams

The Mugger: Little motivation for you

Tom curses the school regulations about not carrying phones. He tries to stand once more,but he's still dizzy and falls back. He freezes as the man shoots."

Grace quickly pulls off her top

Tom: Oh God, don't hurt her!

The Mugger quickly walks over to her and tears her bra at the cleavage

Grace cries out in protest, fending off the man's hands

The Mugger shoves grace back and walks over to Tom, her bra in his hands

Grace cries, putting her arms over her bosom

Tom looks at him questioningly.

The Mugger grabs Tom by the hair, yanks it back and shove's grace's bra into Tom's mouth

The Mugger grins

Tom bites on the fabric that carries her scent and taste.

The Mugger: take a big wiff asshole

Grace: ohhh

The Mugger: now go sit on that fucking toilet! Now!

The Mugger: /motions for Tom to do as he says

Tom shakes head but complies, walking slowly.

The Mugger gets out a pair of handcuffs and unhinges them

Tom: .. why? *sitting*

The Mugger: You'll see.....

Grace: w-what are you doing?? please...

The Mugger slaps the cuffs around grace's wrists

Tom: mmpf!

Tom is too scared to pull the cloth off his mouth.

The Mugger grins and pinches grace's perky nipples and plays around with her breasts

The Mugger grabs grace by the hair and drags her to Tom

Police handcuffs 1.11 (RW): RealRestraint_Base is rezzing a new HUD...

RealRestraint_HUD: RealRestraint_HUD is now attached

The Mugger: Undue your pants Tom

Grace squeals as her nipples are touched by the man

The Mugger: NOW!

Tom is still so scared, but he cannot stop looking at Grace's naked body . He thinks his pants are going to bust. He pulls them off at the mugger's order.

The Mugger: Sit down Tom!

Tom blushes as his erection jumps out.

Tom: mmmph.

Grace sees Tom's erection and gets even more distressed

The Mugger yanks grace over and shoves her to facing Tom's penis

The Mugger: Start jacking him off bitch

Grace cries

Tom nods

Tom starts to pull her bra off his mouth.

Grace looks at the gun and complies, putting her hand around Tom's erection

The Mugger: Wack him like you mean it

Grace: oh god...

The Mugger fires another shot down the alley

Grace closes her eyes, terribly embarrassed

The Mugger: you wanna fuck her don't ya buddy???

The Mugger: only reason why you brought her here

Tom blushes

The Mugger: Not you pissant

The Mugger: our nerdy friend here

Tom: no! I do not ....

The Mugger points his gun at Tom

The Mugger: Yes.....you do

The Mugger says that in a commanding tone

Tom closes his eyes, the hand of Grace on his cock giving him way too much pleasure. He's too scared to hold back.

Grace holds Tom's cock in her small fist and starts to move it up and down slowly

The Mugger: Lookee here sweety, you got an audience!

The Mugger: Better perform better!!!

Tom grinds teeth, moans, and...

Grace sobs, rubbing her tears away from her eyes with the back of her other hand

Tom comes with a large jet of jizz in the air, that falls over Grace's hair.

Grace: ohhh

Grace looks shocked

Tom: mutters "sorry.."

The Mugger laughs

Grace blushes completely

Tom wonders if he's worse for having been so quick or because she's been forced. His head spins.

The Mugger: Is that it dork? Are you done or are you done???

Grace opens and closes her fist, all plastered with warm sticky cum

The Mugger laughs at Tom

Tom rolls on the side, too much for him.



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ending 1



The Mugger: My turn sweetheart



[please tune in Tomorrow]



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ending 2



The Mugger laughs at the jizz stained girl and the dork

The Mugger counts up his money and walks off

The Mugger: thanks for the cash

The Mugger: Now take a shower bitch

Tom shakes up slowly, wondering if he's won the bet now.

Grace: (your bet with the boys was for a bj silly)

Grace: (so no)

F017. Grace and Tom.

Two people from the Circle have come to check the car. They are in Abu's range, so I have not seen them. They will let us know whose is the blood on the car. And something more I hope. Perhaps this was an attack aimed to them specifically? Or to one of them and the other got involved? I'm lost in speculations.

A nice surprise today when one of my men called for a mugger in town. I checked the cams on the diner - I normally avoid them - and here they were, Tom the less dorky of the dorks, the pretty Grace, and this guy with a mask. No sense in having him shot, all he did was to take a bit of money and to have Grace jerk Tom.

In fact, Grace will be wondering what I know, and it's been too long. I will talk with her. She needs to move to the next step of her training soon.

F016. A car is found. Drugs.

Boring day. I'm being weak. I got a drug shipment - good, custom sex drugs to use on the students and I tested it on Christina. I should not have fucked her, but I'm getting nervous and bored. And she's not going to remember anything anyway.

I got a call by Abu - he seems to have found Mr. C's car in the woods. Tomorrow morning we must go check. I send a message to the Circle asking for a professional investigator. Got to get this shit sorted. A pro will read the situation easily I'm sure.

BR002

Bobby wakes up and looks at his watch. It's three in the morning. They just went back from the weekend with the principal - with his assistant around all day - she keeps buzzing in his mind - keeping him uncomfortably aroused. Bobby cannot sleep.

He slips out of bed - careful not to wake Tom up - he wonders if Tom will win the bet or not. Then he slips out of the school - careful not to wake anyone. Bobby walks the empty streets feeling cold in his summer jacket.

After a while he sees the road to the principal's house - perhaps it was drawing him there all the time. He wants to see the assistant. The first lights arrive, he walks uphill, jumps the fence, not knowing about the silent alarms he's waking up.

Bobby sees Christina taking her blouse off - the principal taking her bra - her tits like in the binoculars two days before. He wants to jerk off but stops.

Then something strange happens - they take him inside the house - the principal is asking him to beat her up - Bobby slaps her, feeling guilty for the pleasure he's receiving by that. Then the principal allows him to take her - a quick, furious standing fuck.

Bobby keeps daydreaming in class for the rest of the day. He thinks. The principal is a monster. Christina is mad - why she does not go to police. Bobby thinks he's mad too - ill - he needs mental care perhaps.

Bobby's friend, Tom, waits all day to meet Grace and finally scores - he asks her to go out for to take a coke before dinner. But Bobby cannot make out the girl's answer.

F015. Waking with Christina.

Well, that Bobby guy showed some courage. He found my house and slipped in. I would be proud to say he was looking for me, but it was pretty obvious he was instead looking for Christina. He did not have enough of her during the weekend, I guess. So he finds us just after coffee, when I was relaxing by slapping her breasts with a newspaper.

He was spotted by the house alarms, of course. I send Christina to call him inside, and tell him he can have her if he can give her a beating. He manages to - just a few slaps and shake, childish things - but the boy has potential. I'm afraid he could start to really like her, though - feelings are a terrible weight in this work.

Still no trace of the disappeared two. Where are they? I expected something - even a hit against me - waiting is unnerving.

F014. A weekend in the hunting hut.

So, I've found this hunting hut, in reasonable state for my purposes. Of course money is not a problem, and here it is, the wood quickly renewed, the attic reinforced and secured for possible, hmm, storage.

We reach the place in the late afternoon, with four of the boys from the dorks gang. Christina has been here since the morning with Abu, and she has opened the hut and prepared some simple food. I don't talk much with the boys, and I simply spend my time observing and thinking. The alpha male is clearly trying to find a way to measure me without exposing himself. One of the others is going to fall for the trick before or later, and challenge me. But not this time I guess. The territory is too new for them.

We have guns but this time it's only binoculars. I take them to a ridge, sitting to read my book on Paul Erdős' life. During the walk, I have told them they have to find a special kind of bird. The first one to find it must come to me and show what he's found. I grumble at their slowness but I ignore them.

Sometimes I feel the hair of my neck rising. I look in the dense foliage, knowing that Abu, hidden somewhere, has his gun on me. I never manage to see him.

The thinnest of them runs to me. From his eyes I know he's found Christina, tied half hidden on a tree on the other ridge. Timely enough. The poor woman is not wearing clothes apart from the blindfold and the insects must be really annoying her by now.

On my instructions, he walks to the other side, reaching her. The three boys look at him with their binoculars having his way with her. When he's satisfied - twice, from the comments I hear - he unties her, helps her to her clothes, and brings her back to us.

We spend together another day until lunch on Sunday. I say just once that they cannot talk of what happened, or touch her. They won't be able to resist the night, so she's sleeping with me - of course on the floor. I enjoy every moment of the tension, the boys' gaze, and the untold questions.

BR002. Cheerleading.

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S008: Another ordeal in the principal's office

It's horrible. I went to the principal's office to call home and yet he made me strip down to my underwear again. I was so nervous the whole time and tried to make the conversation short so that I could get out of there fast. Then this Robert happened to show up at the door at the worst time. I was forced to hide under the desk with the principal's legs nudging me from time to time. Gosh, it's so humiliating. I hope the principal was not planning to have me always stay in only my underwear from now on when we are alone. My legs just go weak whenever I pass his office or even just think about him.

From the conversation between the principal and Robert, I sensed that there was something unusual going on but I couldn't make sense out of it. Also something bad had happened in the locker room but the principal didn't take the proper course of action. Anyway, I was too nervous to care hiding under that desk. I wonder why the principal asked me if Robert is my friend. Hell no, he will never be. He always leers at girls on campus. I can't imagine what a disaster it would be if I were to be seen wearing only my underwear in the principal's office, especially by him.

Fortunately I've got the solution to my problem today. I was so happy to find out that we could use skype on our computer through our network. Although it's a modified version supplied by the school, it worked and that's what really counts. I just need to login to my school account first before I can log on my skype account. I guess they just want to monitor the internet usage of students which is fine by me. Jennifer found out I was online this afternoon. Without my cell phone now, I can imagine she'll be pestering me on skype from now on. Well, at least I don't have to call home from the principal's office anymore.

BR001. The Principal and his Assistant

Bobby wakes up at night - his sheet are wet with perspiration - he's dreaming of that locker room. Bobby dreams of the woman taking off her sweated clothes - he can remember the sound of the door slamming open, she looking at them when they all slip in, overcome her without a word. Sad - she was sad, no fear no rage - no outrage.

Bobby was sure he would get to hell. He was sure he would get to prison. Then the principal barely notices him and his friends. They are not even talking between themselves about the locker room episode.

In the morning, Bobby hides beyond a fence to see her coming - the principal's private assistant - she drives him to the school, then leaves - at least most days. Yesterday, he could not resist anymore and had to go to the principal office - but he could not ask any direct question. What can he do now? And that invitation - birdwatching - Bobby cannot stop fantasizing..

F013. Tuesday.

Tuesday already. There are too many things to do. We'll be without nurse for a few days - I really do not need the school to be sued if someone falls from the stairs - so I finally have arranged that meeting with the police chief tonight.

Miss Menna has made her phone call home from my room, in her underwear obviously. At least I've had my daily smile. Robert Reads - Bobby - one of the students I have selected for the dork gang asked to be received, with perfect timing, and the girl, whose clothes I had locked in a drawer, had to hide under my desk. I kept bumping her with my shoes while talking with the young, restless student.

Bobby wanted to know what game I was playing. But he could not find the nerve to ask directly. And I played the game of sly innuendos and oblique references too - the locker room event, why we stopped the soccer matches, what perspectives he has got as a student.

Finally he managed to ask why I was not furious with them. I gave him only my sly grin. I wonder what miss Menna could draw from the conversation.

When he was on the door, I told him sharply to keep free for the weekend. He and his friends. We would go birdwatching.

Miss Menna was starting to get cramps when I pulled her out. I asked her if she was friends with Bobby. As usual, she had to dress quickly outside.

S007 Diary Entry: Principal and Sandra

Sandon sure is a touch school. I was so busy studying in the past week. I am glad that now I not only have caught up all the readings and school work, I also have gotten myself familiar with the topics for the coming week. Finally I can sleep better now.

I still can't figure out how the principal knew I had been using my cell phone. Gosh, that's so humiliating to be ordered to strip down to my underwear in his office. And he even pulled my panties! Fortunately he didn't notice me getting wet through my lace panties. What's wrong with me? Why do I always feel that way when being humiliated? I got to be more careful at school now. Who knows what he is capable of.

It was so nice to see Sandra again. I never had a feeling like that toward a girl. I guess I've been always dealing with my peers and never met a girl who is pretty, more experienced and confident, or even dominant? When she asked me to sit down on my bed beside her, I complied readily. And she kissed my forehead. I felt like to melt into her right then. She seemed to like me very much :-) I wonder when we will meet again.

F012. Searching.

It's weird but these two are nowhere to be found. I searched all town to no avail. Abu and the other assassins are useless - well, they do work if I have to scare someone for information, but not for the investigation work. I have informed my circle cell, no reaction. They think it's my problem, and I'm afraid they are right.

We've broken into the houses of both. Venturi has all her things still there, but I guess she's been packing - it's all set in boxes and plastic bags. Mr. C has cleaned his house. So he has left, knowingly, and without telling me.

Unnerving. I have enough firepower to raze the town. And those who supposedly should be my best advisors slip away. I keep looking over my shoulders, wondering where the hit will come from. Not the best way to pass my Sunday.

F011. Developments. A startling disappearance.

Days pass in school activities that seem to be slowly getting routine. This morning I had my secretary call Mr. C and he was nowhere to be found. Seems that the man has disappeared. Damn, I was thinking, what happened to him and why he did not inform me? I should have had a meeting with him.. Then it dawned with me that I've been postponing that meeting for an unreasonable length.

I scolded the secretary for not informing me before and I went in a fury to the nurse's room; perhaps they will have spoken and .. The light was off in the room. No trace of the nurse. I yelled at the secretary, asking for explainations.

At least that was a reason to sit down and understand all the electronics here at the school. In fact it's pretty amazing. I can lock and unlock all doors from my room, and the camera are recording everything. Included someone that should not have been in the girl's room. Miss Menna has been quite active these last days, even without her cell. Well, she's due for a new call soon.

I relax in the smell of expensive leather from my chair. Changes, I think. Where are they gone? I'm the only circle member in the school. I can open and lock door. And my dork gang.. I need to talk with them about the cheerleader.

I slowly call Abu from the assassins. Is the circle getting against me? Abu answers with his detached tone, asking if I have a name for them. No, Abu, I was just calling to know if they have seen the other members. He has not. I tell him to search the city.

Taking a long breath, I close my eyes at the whizz of the PC and the tick of the wall clock. Something is setting in motion, and I do not have all the pieces. Fuck. It's only my second week.

G004 Classes

Dear Diary,

Miss Ziki, the history teacher, gave me a B+ for the pop quiz yesterday.

Barbie got an A+ again. She's really smart. I never see her studying but she always scoring A+ in the classes that I am in with her.

History is tough for me, with all those dates and facts to memorise. English is slightly easier, but Mr Conrad always looks at me in a strange way. I can't put my finger to it. He is friendly to all the students, but it just seems he is over-friendly sometimes. It would seem rude if I stopped talking to him. Some of the other girls have made some snide, hurtful remarks to me - I think they are jealous. I didn't do anything.

As for Miss Ziki, she seems normal enough. But I saw something strange the other day, when I was the second last to leave class and returned to the classroom because I forgot to take my notebook. Barbie was the last student in the classroom when I left, and Miss Ziki was still erasing the blackboard. I heard Barbie's voice, "You had better be wearing that belt." Just as I was entering the classroom. Miss Ziki had replied, "Yes Barbie." But it wasn't so much the words, but how she said it. Miss Ziki looked surprise when she saw me enter. She quickly pretended to continue erasing the board, and said "See you girls on Thursday."

I asked Barbie later what was going on, but she just smiled and told me not to be nosy. Is there something going on between the two of them?

g

Scene 1.04. Silvia and Sandra.

Scene 1.04

Background: Sandra is a experienced lesbian who is into young, sexually inexperienced submissive women. She runs a business in the city and was introduced to Silvia recently by a mutual friend at the club near the college. Unknown to Silvia, Sandra has a bigger plan for her. In this scene, she takes it slow with a romantic seduction.

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Sandra: hi Silvia

Sandra smiles

Silvia Menna smiles: hi Sandra

Sandra: You're looking like you're ready to party Silvia

Silvia Menna blushes slightly: oh, um, not really

Sandra: I was in your college library to do some research and decided to drop by to see how school is treating you

Silvia Menna: it's just that it's weekend and I could try on something different i guess

Silvia Menna smiles: thank you. That's a pleasant surprise

Silvia Menna feels light hearted standing right next to Sandra

Sandra gazes at your perfectly shaped legs on the very tall heels, and smiles

Sandra: mmm, you look even more... stunning than yesterday

Sandra: No it was Saturday we met didn't we

Sandra: felt like yesterday

Silvia Menna blushes and feels happy hearing the remark: thank you, Sandra

Silvia Menna: yes, I had such a good time that night

Sandra looks deeply into your eyes, reading your slight nervousness, "Well are you going to show me your room?"

Silvia Menna: Oh, mm. yes. Please come in

Silvia Menna turns to lead Sandra to her room

Sandra looks around and sits down on your bed, "Mmm comfy, looks like the Sandon is for rich kids, as they say"

Silvia Menna smiles: it's simple yet quite comfortable

Silvia Menna: I think I am lucky

Sandra: how so?

Silvia Menna: oh, um. My mom married my step father about a year ago and he is quite wealthy

Silvia Menna: I did enjoy lots of things that I never got to do before

Sandra nods, "I see"

Sandra: Come here and sit down beside me

Silvia Menna nod

Silvia Menna moves to Sandra and sits right next to her

Sandra: Your room-mate is out?

Sandra: You look really lovely in this, where we you going to go?

Sandra: Oh lucky you

Silvia Menna smiles: yes, I really am.

Sandra: Did I tell you I really love your hair

Silvia Menna smiles: yes, thank you.

Sandra looks closely at your golden tresses, her fingers casually twirling a lock

Silvia Menna lowers her head and leans slightly close to Sandra

Sandra leans down and kisses you on your forehead, then draws back slightly to read your reaction

Silvia Menna feels her heart jumping fast, some feeling she never experienced before

Sandra: Silvia, have you been with a woman before?

Silvia Menna closed her eyes enjoying the kiss and then opened her eyes slowly

Silvia Menna answers shyly: um.. no.

Sandra: You're such a treasure

Sandra smiles reassuringly

Silvia Menna lowers her head shyly

Silvia Menna: um, you always like women?

Sandra caresses your hair more deliberately now, leaning you back

Sandra chuckles a little, "Yes dear, I find them a lot more thoughtful lovers"

Silvia Menna feels the shock runs through her scalp at Sandra's touch

Sandra: "Not wham bang thank you ma'am. You know what I mean?"

Sandra: How many boyfriends have you had Silvia?

Sandra: I apologise if any of my questions seemed personal, do only answer if you are comfortable. It's just that I really like to know you better

Silvia Menna thinks hard and answers shyly: actually I don't know if they counted

Sandra: And what is that?

Sandra leans back now, watching you with slight amusement

Silvia Menna: i've been with boys, yes. But I never feels the excietement like my girl friends did

Silvia Menna speaks shyly: I never feel the same way with boys as with you actually

Sandra nods

Sandra: That's sweet honey

Sandra: And how is it exactly, that you feel with me?

Silvia Menna heat's beats loudly as she searching for answer

Sandra lets you get comfortable on the lush pillow as she stretches out her legs

Silvia Menna speaks in a tiny voice: I .. I don't know how to describe it. It's so differnt and .. exciting

Sandra lightly rests her foot on your shin

Silvia Menna steals a galnce at Sandra's slender legs, feeling her heart beats faster

Sandra runs her finger lightly over your arm, enjoying your shyness

Silvia Menna feels her legs go weak as she feels the closeness of Sandra's feet

Sandra lets her foot play a little with young Silvia's foot as she continues talking

Sandra: Do you feel less defensive with me than with boys and men?

Silvia Menna suddenly a unknown panic runs through her as she feels the strange yearning to be close to Sandra yet, she is so very nervous

Silvia Menna nods: yes, very.

Silvia Menna: those boys seem so ... so annoying

Sandra smiles

Sandra: They're just after one thing aren't they

Sandra: Especially if its someone as beautiful as you are

Silvia Menna nods: yes, they're always very aggressive

Sandra slowly slips her arms around your waist and moves her body even closer

Silvia Menna: Sometimes it's just so hard to fend away their advance

Sandra: Yes, guys will be guys

Sandra: Girls are a lot more sensuous

Silvia Menna lets out a small whimper and lets her body lean to Sandra

Sandra: And we know how to take it slowly

Sandra: .. and tease.. till you feel like you are going to...

Sandra: gosh look at the time

Silvia Menna spits out an short response: "yes" as she is overwhelmed by the closeness of Sandra

Sandra lets her mouth lightly contact your ear as she pretends to look at her wristwatch

Sandra: I have a meeting to get to soon

Silvia Menna: oh

Silvia Menna: i guess... I'll see you some other time then

Sandra eyes are locked on your ruby red lips, slightly parted to show its moisture

Sandra: Would you like to meet me after my meeting, in town?

Sandra: Come dressed like you are now

Silvia Menna nods her consent immediately: yes

Silvia Menna: I'd love to

Sandra nuzzles your neck, taking a closer look at your collar

Sandra: lovely

Silvia Menna moans softly, feeling her own body trembles at the touch

Sandra inhales deeply... "You smell lovely...like fresh roses"

Silvia Menna smiles: you're so sweet, Sandra

Sandra: no.. you're the sweet one darling

Sandra leans down over your lips, close enough but yet not enough to make contact

Sandra: I am going to think about you all through my meeting

Silvia Menna blushes and savors the closeness

Silvia Menna whispers: I would think of you too

Sandra: Will you give me a goodbye kiss then Silvia?

Sandra winks

Silvia Menna nods and leans forward to kiss Sandra softly

Sandra takes her chance and kisses you back strongly, her tongue probing into your mouth

Silvia Menna is surprised that she gives a kiss to someone she barely knows so willingly

Sandra: mmmm

Sandra: that's a nice kiss

Silvia Menna divirts her eyes and nods shyly

Sandra gets up from the bed, straightening her clothes, will see you later than. Do you have a cell phone? I will text you the time and location

Silvia Menna: um, we can't keep cellphones here at school

Silvia Menna: you can IM me to my account

Sandra: Oh

Sandra looks disappointed

Sandra: Right

Silvia Menna jots down here email address on a piece of paper and hands it to Sandra

Sandra puts it into her purse

Sandra smiles

Sandra: See you later darling

Silvia Menna smiles: have a nice meeting, Sandra

G003 Cheerleading squad

Dear Diary,

The girls from the squad today elected Barbie to be the captain for this year. I am happy for her. She has been a great friend to me too, and I really like her.

Barbie has a strong will, unlike me. She is always so confident, and I look up to her. Even though I started the squad at the Sandon, I think she can rally the other cheerleaders better than I can.

This new girl Silvia has joined the squad too. She has cheerleading experience from high school I think. I am really excited.

g

Scene 1.03. Silvia's panties and bra.

Scene 1.03

Synopsis: Federico knows that Silvia used a cell phone in the school. He confronts her, forcing her to undress in her bra and panties as a proof of obedience. She will have to call family from his room.

Note also that Federico is playing with Muromachi at the same time. He issued to her instructions to work on Silvia, but instead of letting her go he starts to do it himself, in the classical style of the abusive boss.


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Federico Perenti lazily checks the computer monitor that shows him someone coming in.. He grins as he sees it's the girl with the phone cell. He rises to his feet and reaches for the door of his office just in time to see her passing by. "Miss Menna."

Silvia Menna: Oh, Hi sir

Federico Perenti keeps a hand on the heavy wooden door, remaining inside the room. "Hello. I need a few words with you. Would you mind?", in a tone that does not expects replies.

Silvia Menna feels uneasy being stopped by the principal

Silvia Menna pushes her words nervously: oh, um. of course not

Silvia Menna walks gingerly into the office

Silvia Menna quickly takes in the view of the spacious office

Federico Perenti steps back but remains on the door, making her brush him as she slips inside. "Good." He gets her scent and moves back, commenting in a casual tone "been here often?"

Silvia Menna shakes her head: no, I am quite new here

Silvia Menna: I haven't seen how it looks like inside the office

Federico Perenti moves to the chair, sitting heavily into it. He does not invite her to sit. "So, is it all well with your teacher and courses?" He puhses some buttons on his screen "Your grades are good... There is something you want me to know?" He looks at her enigmatically.

Silvia Menna stands in the middle of the office self consciously

Silvia Menna: Oh, yes. The teachers are great and I like the courses here.

Federico Perenti: Yes. *bored* but are you sure you don't want to tell me something? Do you remember the school's regulations?

Silvia Menna: um, things are great here

Federico Perenti: yes, yes, they are. And I plan to keep them this way. *leans back, joining hands beyond his head*

Silvia Menna bites her lip as she recalls that cell phone is not allowed here at school yet she's been talking on her cell everyday

Federico Perenti: So.

Silvia Menna: um, I ... I think I may have violated a ... rule here, Sir

Silvia Menna lowers her head, casting her eyes at the floor

Federico Perenti stretches his back "Hmm. Well, better to check immediately if you have this doubt. You know, people could have reported to me. We have very good survelliance. And well some of your mates.. talk."

Silvia Menna speaks in a tiny voice: I need to contact family everyday and I've using my cell phone, Sir

Silvia Menna: I will not do that again, I promise

Federico Perenti nods and says nothing, changing pose, leaning on the desk.

Silvia Menna shifts her weight on her feet nervously

Federico Perenti: Hmmm. *shakes his head*

Federico Perenti: everyday? You cannot follow rules, can you?

Silvia Menna's heart beats fast as she feels so unfortunate to have such a bad start

Silvia Menna: oh no. i mean I can, sir

Federico Perenti: what if you fall for this again? I mean, it's not you, but what kind of example are we going to give the other students... *waves hands*

Silvia Menna thinks hard and stammers: um, i guess you can confiscate my cell, Sir

Federico Perenti: .. you can? I do not think so. In fact you've just demonstrated the contrary. Hmmm, no.

Federico Perenti: confiscate....

Silvia Menna: It will not happen again

Federico Perenti: why. you could just find another. Forces solves nothing *turns head, unable not to smile at himself for having said so*

Silvia Menna: oh, no, Sir. I won't. I've been a good student. I don't want anything that may tarnish my record

Federico Perenti moves suddenly, rising to his feet.

Silvia Menna jumps at the sudden movement

Federico Perenti moves to her, silently, reaching her side. He walks around her, glaring at her.

Silvia Menna: please Sir, I promise it will not happen again

Silvia Menna lowers her head further feeling the presence of the principal

Federico Perenti: .. you really like your family, don't you?

Silvia Menna blushes and nods her head: yes, I really do, Sir

Silvia Menna: And I want to do well here

Federico Perenti: it's ok.. I can make exceptions, but at the same time I must be completly sure you can understand what it means to follow rules.

Silvia Menna: yes, of course, Sir

Silvia Menna feels her heart lifted as she learned it will be alright after all.

Federico Perenti steps back. "Well, I'll relax the calling rule for you. I'll just substitute it with another more suited for you. Is that ok?"

Silvia Menna: I will definitely follow all the rules to the letter, Sir

Silvia Menna riases her head curiously: yes, sir ...

Federico Perenti nods and says in a flat, natural tone "Take your clothes off, Silvia."

Silvia Menna widens her eyes: what? Sir. What do you mean, Sir?

Federico Perenti shrugs "see? You cannot even follow simple instructions."

Silvia Menna looks at the pricipal nervously: oh, no. i can, sir

Federico Perenti: Then show me.

Federico Perenti: I'm your principal. No one else is going to see.

Silvia Menna struggles to calm herself and begins to remove her outer garment

Federico Perenti slumps in his shoulders. "I see girl every day in every attire. You're quite indifferent to me. I'm not one of the kids your age.. "

Silvia Menna whispers: yes, sir

Silvia Menna finally removes her shirt and leaves only her bras on



Federico Perenti follows with his eyes the shape of her chest as she opens her arms to let her shirt fall.

Federico Perenti nods. "Go on. As I was saying, you left me indiffferent. But I expect this to be instead difficult for you."

Silvia Menna casts her eyes down: um, my skirt too?

Federico Perenti: Is is difficult, miss Menna? Ah, yes, your skirt too. I did not tell you to stop.

Silvia Menna feels her cheeks burning as she pulls her skirt down and drops it on the floor

Silvia Menna now stands in the middle of the office with only her bras and panties on

Silvia Menna cursed herself for wearing the sheet lace underwear today

Silvia Menna: is it ok, Sir?

Silvia Menna prays she'll be just reprimaded and sent out the office after she get dress

Federico Perenti appreciates the shape of her legs. "Ok. So the new rules are.." He steps ahead, stopping only inches from her, towering over her "Get rid of the cell phone. You will be punished severely if you get caught again."

Silvia Menna: yes, Sir

Silvia Menna: I will do it right away Sir

Silvia Menna whispers: may ... may I get dress now, Sir?



Federico Perenti nods, near enough to see her nipples through the bra. "No."

Federico Perenti: you will call your family from here.

Silvia Menna feels her heart almost jumps out of her throat

Silvia Menna: you mean now, Sir?

Federico Perenti: twice a week is enough? *starts to walk around her, near enough to feel her breath, looking at her shoulders slowly rising and falling.

Federico Perenti: no, not now..

Federico Perenti: well if you need a short call, you can..

Silvia Menna squeezes her thighs tightly together and wraps her arms to cover her chest

Silvia Menna: oh, no Sir

Silvia Menna: um, I will have to make phone call from the office Sir? while you're around?

Federico Perenti sighs at the sight of her rear side. He reaches for the rim of her panties and pulls slightly up, making the cloth bite between her legs.

Federico Perenti: yes. You have no secrets for me, have you?

Silvia Menna feels goosebumps crawling her skin as she senses her half naked body so close to the principal

Silvia Menna yelps as she feels her panties pulled up touching her sensitive spot

Silvia Menna: um, no, Sir. I don't have any secret

Federico Perenti: You will call when I'm here. I thought this was a good rule *pulls until the panties slip in the crack between her buttoks, then lets go, moving agin in front of her.

Silvia Menna's lehs begins to tremble slightly as she feels extremely vulnerable without her clothes on in front of a stranger

Federico Perenti: .. so, we understand each other?

Silvia Menna surpresses her whimper as she bites her lip

Silvia Menna nods her head: yes, Sir. I do

Federico Perenti nods with her. "You're not getting aroused by this I hope? Are you?"

Silvia Menna shakes her head frenzily: no, Sir

Federico Perenti: Very good.

Silvia Menna feels her heart races at all the non-suitable remarks she heard

Federico Perenti takes her clothes from the floor, making a bundle of them, keeping them in his hands. "That's all for today. Please schedule an appointment with my secretary when you want to call home.

Silvia Menna feels like dying and wishes this nightmare can be over soon

Silvia Menna looks dumbfounded: oh my clothes sir

Silvia Menna reaches out her hands and expects to receive her clothes back

Federico Perenti opens the door, a whist of fresh air caressing her exposed shape "You can dress outside, I'm busy now." He drops her clotehs out of the room, in the empty hall. But steps can be heard already on the stairs.

Silvia Menna: Yes, Sir

Federico Perenti: He waits for her to pass, on the door frame, forcing her to brush against his clothes.

Silvia Menna moves quikly out the door, wishing nobody is around

Federico Perenti slams the door without other words.

Silvia Menna reaches for her clothes and quickly moves to the corner and puts her clothes on.

G002 Dreams

Dear Diary,

I wonder what happened to Jennifer Emory, the nice blonde who stayed in the dorm room next door. They said she got arrested on drug charges last semester. I just couldn't believe it. She seemed so innocent. And she was always friendly and polite. She would be the last person I suspected of committing any crime.

Her best friend Emma also disappeared shortly after. The school nurse said Emma had taken ill and her parents had wanted her to recuperate at home and take time off school. But I heard a different version from the students. They said she just ran off one day, leaving all her belongings behind except her backpack.

I had the dream again last night. He had me blindfolded. But I know his voice, and his smell. Fairbanks always had this cigar smell on him. Sometimes I would see some blurry images through the blindfold. I thought it might be one or two of the other male teachers, but I was never sure. Voices seemed disguised, but I remember the smells. I am restrained in a dark place, but there is a torch on a wall. Fingers and tongues probing me. Can't move my arms or legs. I cry out as they make me cum again. I always wake up at this part. I sit up in bed, and my pjs are soaked with perspiration. My panties are wet too. Oh god, am I hopeless?

g

F010 Diary Entry. The Second Monday. A Deer. Decisions.

Mission over. Nothing happened and I can get back to the school. I drive at night, and it's 2 in the morning when I calculate in my mind the distance that separates me from Maci. I imagine her sleep, uneasy, missing my presence.

I turn the wheels and start to run to her. If I drive fast, I can get home in six hours, have breakfast with her and then be back at the accursed college in the morning. I drive fast, too fast. Six hours could even be five.

The road turns and my lights illuminate a shape. A deer. Frozen. I brake. Tires sweep the road. I turn the wheel. Darkness.

I wake up at the first lights of the day. My head hurts. No blood, just a bump. I jump out of the car, looking for signs of the deer. No blood. I saved.. No, I realize, he saved me.

I arrive at the school late, in a sorry state. I need to talk with the others, it's time to start to work on the girls. I check the reports and I take a quick decision. One of the girls used a cell phone inside the school. We have top electronics here. I listen to her conversation, then I file a copy to the strange nurse, Venturi, with a "decide and act" note.

Then there is the Grace file. I wonder if she's still going around pantiless as Fairbanks wrote. Time to use the Dorks gang that I have built. I call all of them in my office.

Their faces are a show that warms my heart. Fear and stupor. And the memory of having an expensive little thing like Christina in their hands for a short while. I just tell them they have not been good and that they will have to follow my instructions exactly. Their first task is to go and look at the cheerleaders team leader. I want a written report on her. They could not be more confused when the leave my office.

A long day at work, indeed.

S006 Diary Entry: The Bar

Sarah took me to a local bar this evening. It's crowded and dark just like any other bars. Then I realized that it's a lesbian bar. I saw many twisted bodies glued together tightly on the dance floors and around the shadow corners. It turned out that Sarah is a frequenter at the bar and knows many people there. A tall and pretty girl named Sandra asked me to dance when Sarah got to her feet to dance with her her friend, Tina. I felt my voice trembled when I answered yes. Sandra held my hand firmly as she pulled me to the dance floor. It's a slow dance and Sandra held me tightly in her arms. I felt my stomach fluttered as I felt the bottom of her breast mashed the top of mine snugly and I felt so weak that I may have stumbled if not for I was completely wrapped in her arms. Sandra owns a local accounting firm and has strong ties with local business.

After several songs we all came back to the couch. Sandra sat right next to me and squeezed my shoulder tightly and I could only lean against her as she pulled me close. I felt very safe in her arms and I could hear my heart beat so fast. As four of us talked, Sandra's fingers stroked my arm gently. I felt goosebumps crawling on my skin. This is the first time I was so intimate with a girl and I found that I was so excited. It's so very different from being with boys. When being with boys, I was constantly making great effort to guard against their advances, struggling to maintain my dignity and hide my body's response to their lewd manipulation. Yet with Sandra, I didn't have the urge to escape from her touch. In fact I think I actually yearned for it. When we left the bar, Sandra insisted to escort me home and I accepted it gracefully. We talked a little more on the way home and she kissed me forcibly at the door. I felt I melt into her breathlessly and I blushed as I felt the dampness of my panties. Then we said goodbye to each other. I can still taste her kiss...

S005 Email to Jennifer

Email to Jennifer
Dear Miss Smith,

I made a new friend Sarah today. I was in the library while I was looking for some class reading. Sarah is a cute tomboy and very run to be with. She is a sophomore and I am glad that I found someone that I can go to if I need any help.

We spent the afternoon together and she showed me around all the important places that a student may want to know about.

I hope that you had a great day, Miss Smith.

Yours obediently,
Silvia

4 authors - a note about time

We have reached four authors!

Welcome to Silvia, the last one, who is letting us have her diary - just a note, we play in real time, so we need to make sense of these entries. My suggestions is that before friday Siivia had a kind of flashback, so to justify her previous entries. Or we can join them in a "character" post instead of the "diary" one. Well, we can even leave them as they are. That is, if you want to use this blog and not yours (http://silvia-sandon-diary.blogspot.com/) - it's up to you to decide.

We are introducing many new characters to pick, too: Sarah, Christina, the Dorks gang.

About time, to sum it up see it as follows:

- the time of the blog IS the time of events; so if you post twice a day, it's like morning and afternoon; if you do not post for three days, your character just did ordinary things for three days.

Keep in mind that you CAN change day and time of your posts. So you can play nice time tricks.

You're welcome to comment, discuss or offer advise, as always.

Fed.

G001 Diary Entry: Pantiless

Dear Diary,

"It's a simple principle. Your slit must be readily available, as your mouth is."

Those words in my memory still sting. Was almost a year ago when he made me suck him off. For letting me stay on in the Sandon. And he would even let me start a cheerleading squad.

Don't know what happened to him. A new principal came last month.

For a week after he was gone, I continued to follow the same routine, removing my panties whenever I was in the school compound. Just as he wanted. Somehow I thought maybe he still had spies around. Or maybe he was testing me, to see if I would still follow his instructions when he wasn't here. I found out from the secretary that Fairbanks had been replaced. Still I did not believe it was true.

It was difficult at first. Going to the girls' locker room in the morning, taking off my panties and stashing it in my bag. And I wouldn't be allowed to wear them again till the end of the day when school ended. If I was found by him to have flouted this rule, I would be punished. Some of the male teachers seemed to be in on it. I got asked a lot to go up to the blackboard to write, especially when the middle section of the board is already filled with writing so I had to reach up to write on the top part of the board or bend down to write on the bottom part. When I am sitting down in class, I often catch the teachers stealing glances at my legs. Mr. Conrad most of all. Especially when I have cheerleading practice day and am wearing a short skirt.

I learnt to cross my legs whenever I sit down, so I don't expose myself. It did get easier. Once I got used to the routine. But it still hurts when I hear the boys whispering that I was an easy lay. It was totally untrue. I have not gotten involved with any of the boys. But Fairbanks would use me frequently. That was the word he would say - "used". Used my mouth.

Oh, time for cheerleading practice. Got to go.

g

S004 Diary Entry: The Past

Shoot, just when I thought that I am finally free, the call just reminded me the full control of daddy and Jennifer have over me. Jennifer had been daddy's personal assistant for many years. I can never forget the first time when daddy began my obedience lesson. Jennifer was there and I was told that she will be responsible for disciplining me. I was to address her Miss Smith always even though I think she is probably in her early twenties. After my first spanking lying on her lap, I resigned myself to surrendering to her.

Sometimes, daddy would send me to Jennifer's apartment over a weekend for my good-girl training. I've learned to don a sexy french maid's uniform in 6-inch pumps to clean up her place. In fact, she already had maid service to handle the house work for her. It's more for me to get used to the outfit and wait on her hand and foot obediently. I've learned how to walk seductively in that impossible high heels and how to bend down to pick up things without bending my knees. Jennifer knows how to humiliate me and keeps me on a tight leash. Once she invited her girlfriends for teas and I was to serve them in my uniform without my panties on. My heart almost stopped when I was told to pick up the napkin dropped at Jennifer's feet when my back was facing all her friends.

Daddy always gives his instructions to Jennifer and I would learn what to do from her directly. I have been instructed to keep it a habit to sit on daddy's lap and kiss daddy's chin lovingly. That's the way to show my love for daddy as I was told. Sometimes I wondered if some instructions were made up by Jennifer herself. Once I questioned her instruction and I was punished to always address myself as Silvia when I talk to her. This is to keep me in a submissive mood and know my place. It sure does the trick. How can I not feel submissive and embarrassed when I speak like a little 3-year-old in front of her? Later I was told to speak the same way to daddy and daddy was very pleased. He then required me to always answer him "yes, daddy?" From then on, I would never question whatever Jennifer said. When she says jump, I will only ask eagerly how high. It has been my desire to please daddy and Jennifer over time. Somehow my subservient behavior always excites me extremely. It's growing on me and I found my panties get wet all the time when I was with daddy or Jennifer or even just talking to them on the phone. That submissive mood also had been making me more susceptible to agreeing with others and very hard for me to say no. I've hoped that I could get back my old personality after coming to Sandon. Now how can I do that when I am going to write Jennifer and call daddy everyday?

S003: Call from Jennifer Smith

Silvia flipped open her cell phone: "Hello?"
Jennifer: "Hi Silvia, how's school?"
Silvia: "Oh, Hi, Miss Smith. School is great. It's really nice here."
Jennifer: "Mmm, have you been a nice girl, Silvia?"
Silvia: "Yes, I have, Miss Smith."
Jennifer voiced coldly: "I have?"
Silvia: "Oh, I'm sor... Um, Silvia is really sorry, Miss Smith. Silvia begs for your forgiveness."
Jennifer: "Silvia, just several days away from home and you've forgotten your manner! How can I trust you to behave?"
Silvia: "Silvia is really sorry, Miss Smith. Silvia will work very hard to behave herself, Miss Smith..."
Jennifer: "I want you to email me your daily schedule and send me your daily report at the end of each day. Do you understand, Silvia?"
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith."
Jennifer: "Is that your answer, Silvia?"
Silvia cursed herself for forgetting always repeat the complete instruction when reply: "Oh, Silvia is sorry, Miss Smith. Silvia understands and will send you her daily schedule and a daily report every night, Miss Smith."
Jennifer: "That's better. I think you need your behavior lesson next time you come home. Now, don't forget to call your daddy everyday to tell him how much you love him and how you miss him."
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith. Silvia will call daddy every day and let him know that Silvia loves him and misses him very much, Miss Smith."
Jennifer: "Good girl. See, you always rely on me to teach you how to be a good daughter to your daddy."
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith. Silvia really appreciates you for constantly teaching her how to be a good daughter to daddy."
Jennifer: "Ok, I got to go. Remember to behave yourself, Silvia."
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith. Silvia will remember to behave herself."

F009 Diary Entry. Friday. A beating.

Well, i think as I wake up, I have survived the first week. Christina has readied my luggage, I'll leave directly from the school. She keeps that resentful gaze on me, especially when she thinks I'm not looking. Annoying. She should know better, should not she? Does she think I can spend all day with her eyes on my back?

I feel a need to put her to her place. So when she sets up things for breakfast I pull up from my chair. Nosily. It could be a normal gesture. We both know it is not.

She staggers back. I advance, fists closed. A raucous "what" dies in her throat. I hit her hard in her plexus and look at her crumbling, breathless. There's something wrong. A kick on her chest, not to break her ribs, just a whipped kick on her breasts. The hurt reflect on her face and I rejoice. I know I'm going to see the color of her blood now. Now. My heartbeat is too fast and a voice in my head keeps saying that there is something amiss.

I use my fists and a kick on full power. No restraint.

The kitchen storage and the table break in pieces. There is blood on my hands. Mine. I forgot to take my pill. Celestial damnation, how could I? The pain calms me. Christina is puking. It took all my willpower not to kill her with my fists. I run to my room to take the accursed pill. I return with makeshift bandages on my hands. She is on her knees, cleaning.

Before leaving, I just tell Christina that this was nothing exceptional and that I could beat her any time I want. I ask her if this is ok. She nods, unable to word her answer; they have told her about me. I hate myself now, but this will pass too. Maci. I need to go back home.

I send Christina away as I arrive to the school. I need that Muromachi woman services for my hands. I wonder what she will say, slightly curious about her mystery.

S002 Diary Entry: Become a Cheerleader

I met Grace this afternoon at the book store. She was recruiting for the cheerleader squad. I signed up right there. Although I used to feel a bit jealous of those cheerleaders for the attention they received, I never wanted to be one as being a cheerleader seems to be announcing that you are inferior to those athletes and you can only cheer at the sideline. Since Dick became daddy, I was required to join school's cheerleader squad and trained hard to be a good one. To help framing my mind to develop my enthusiastic spirit, I was taught to admire all those hunky football players in my mind. I was to imagine that they are my heroes and I am to be so eager to show them how much I worship them. Over time, it did help and I was always so excited when doing my act in the games.

I know that I would be expected to be in the squad in Sandon too and show the same level of devotion if not more. I only hope that boys in Sandon are more mature and gentleman like. I can never forget last summer when I was trapped in those boys' locker room. I was so scared when Jake pinned me against the wall and forced a kiss on me. I was so humiliated about my boobs getting so hard under his probing hands and the head coach came in right at the moment. Although he rescued me from Jake's advance. He dismissed me as a cocktease and threatened to spank me if he caught me in the locker room with his players next time. That was such a degrading experience yet I get so excited whenever I replay the scenes in my mind. What's wrong with me?

F008 Diary Entry. Thursday.

A visitor from the Circle. We invite him for a guest lecture. Two of my assassins are in the crowd, one is at the electronic surveillance system. So the school is actually used as a safehouse. The man sleeps in my guestroom; the guys sleep in the hall, weapons on the ready. I should perhaps be worried, but I feel bored. The Circle often makes a fuss for nothing.

I'll spend the weekend with the guy, moving him to another town. I have to report on his behavior. But he's silent all the time, and dozes in front of the TV. I'd rather not know.

At the school, my dorks gang expected something to happen. I smile thinking about the spirit with which they have entered the school today. One of them with a bandage on his hand. No time for them, I'll let them wonder why they're not being punished.

V002 Diary Entry. Wednesday

Work. Still going through student files. Boredom.

I've posted an announcement for a student intern for the ward; compensation, basic arts, extra credit, et cetera. That should appeal to some bright young lady. Or two.

Met with some of the staff. Unremarkable sort, though Mr. Perenti's assistant is a bright-eyed one with a figure to match. Ah, Christina. Likely already Perenti's slattern so, out of my reach. For now.

Set a broken finger, heavily bruised. Stubborn young man saw fit to not satisfy my inquiry about how such was obtained. Obstinate. Filed for later.

S001 Diary Entry: New Beginning

It's so exciting to finally arrive at Sandon. It's like a dream. I never thought that I could ever come here, at least not one year ago. Yes, my grade is good enough but mom could never afford to send me to a private school like this if not for daddy's wealth. Gosh, I call him daddy so naturally now. Our lives definitely changed a lot since mom married him. Luxury mansion, all the pretty clothes that I could only dream of but I think I've paid a high price for it. I wonder if mom knows about what daddy did to me.

Even after a year by now, I still feel so humiliated to have to call him daddy like a little girl. Hell, I even need to behave like an obedient little girl. I still blush every time when I answer him with the required little-girl-tone "Yes, daddy?". Yet, those humiliation always turns me on so much. I wonder if that's really normal or if there's something wrong with me. Daddy always told me that it's a girl's nature to be eager to please men and only in doing it so that they will be happy and fulfilled. I thought he's just talking shit and tried to brainwash me but now I am really confused. Ever since the day daddy took me to his office, my life changed completely. All his so-called girl's obedience lessons have changed how I behaved completely. Not only I'm so used to be compleyely obedient to daddy, I found it's hard for me to be cold to boys at school too, at least those nice-looking ones. It's like a mental bondage that daddy has placed on me.

F007 Diary Entry. The Dorks Gang.

Everything worked like a clock.

At five in the afternoon I have only five students. My selected targets. Their awkwardness reminds me of my own youth.

We are few, and an odd number. My assistant, Christina, is looking at us from the bleachers, her back straight. I asked her to take with her a sack with sporting clothes. She looks nervous even from here.

I move towards her, asking her to play with us. She takes her sunglasses off and reaches the changing room. Heels and nylons give way to tight pants, pumps and a top that leaves her navel free. Her long black hair tied in a ponytail, she reaches us complaining she does not know the game. The boys simply drool.

There is no game, just a continual sequence of blunders and fouls. I play against the gym teacher, youth against experience. Two stubborn men. The boys play another game; for them, anything that includes bumping Christina or falling over her is a goal. She tries to stay away from the ball, since every time she touches it the play resembles more rugby than soccer.

At the end I instruct Christina to shower. Long. I take the gym teacher away in my study, and after half hour I send him home. The school is desert. I walk back to the sport court. The boys' changing room is empty. Good boys.

They stagger back at my sight. Well, all of them except one who seems to have reverted to an animal state. I have to grab him and pull him outside of her. This displeases me, so I remark the fact breaking him a finger, then twisting it until he faints. It's not the pain or the fainting that they will remember, but the easiness with which I do that. I'm squatting a fly and they know it.

To their surprise, I let them go without a word, clumsily carrying their friends. Christina has spread a few tears but refuses to cry in front of me. I do not let her drive. I forbid her to speak, too. She knocks at my room later that evening. I send her away without a word, and I go to bed early.

F006 Diary Entry. Tuesday.

It's madness. The file on the nurse is empty of content. Just a few words on education, bank account - probably false - and meaningless remarks. I can feel someone laughing at me through the words there. Well, Venturi Muromachi, you're here to report on me? You're friends of someone higher?

Paranoia I guess. It could be true; she could be a plain, unremarkable.. But why the circle would..

I should meet with the two of them, Venturi and Mr. C. Would they ask for instructions? I still have to make out a plan. The largest part of the day is spent with the students' files, selecting the more promising targets. The circle so-called-friends will have to wait. I select a few promising target.

On my way out I meet the gym teacher. I organize a soccer match for tomorrow. The guys I selected will find a nice surprise, if my plan works. I pass a list of names to Mr. C and ask him to make sure they do not show tomorrow. I will have only the worst male students: a mix of frustration, pent up rage and hormones; the kind that is totally invisible for girls. Them, me and the gym teacher.. well, apart from someone else.

F005 Diary Entry. First day at work.

First day. I make a point of arriving first at the college. My assistant yawns shamelessly on our way in. I meet people, shake hands, smile and introduce myself. Too many faces to remember them all. With all of them, I use my old trick: I imaging grabbing their head, with a delicate but precise grip, one hand under their chin, the other high on the back of the head. Then I imagine bumping their head on the wall until I see the white inside. This way, I keep perfectly relaxed. Something everyone should do.

No time to talk with everybody; even with Circle member, it's just a few phrases of circumstance. I see Mr. C and I know at first sight we will understand each other. Dependable and self confident, the kind women like instinctively - so useful here. Then I gasp when I meet the nurse. She's coming out of a Victorian fiction, included accent and manners. No hint - I cannot read her, must check her file again.

Students everywhere. Pretty, ugly, happy, sad. I have no time for them. They flow from a classroom to the next one.

The afternoon is slow. I fight my way in the administration rooms, doing something I hate: checking accounts. All about power. Boring. But rewarding. I've already an idea of who is diverting money - there is always some, especially since the Circle is pumping so much money here. I have no intention of doing anything about that; only, they know I know.

When Christina takes me back, I'm destroyed. No call to Maci today. I give Christina an address; a couple hours from the school, but it's worth it. A glass and stone house, hidden in a forest, where I do bad things to people that works there; the Circle foots the bill. Nothing to be proud of. But at least I'll sleep.

V001 - Arriving

Hell.

I suppose it must be poetic justice that the Powers see fit to dump me in the colonies. Private school, physician, or what-do-you-have, "Nurse". Bugger.

Pleasantries with the Headmaster. Or what is it? Supervisor? Any way, I do not know him, but is a Power nontheless. Apparently higher rank than myself, bugger that. We shall see.

The college is clean well enough. Ward is tidy, though as expected the files are a complete disaster. The previous 'help' left rather abruptly I'm told. I shall have to get some pretty young girl to sort them out for me, while I sort her out. I am told the college has a sixty-fourty girl-boy ratio. At least there is a bright side to this purgatory? Of course their manners are excreble. They shall need some teaching, the Americans.

Teaching in a great many things.

F004 Diary Entry. Football Sunday.

I walk the corridors of the still empty college with my assistant, Christina, impeccable in her designer dress. Students are starting to flow back in for the Monday classes. I find a group of young people hanging lazily in the courtyard, breathing in the explosion of spring.

I send her to find sporting clothes and a soccer ball. They are a bit uneasy as we start - I'm not telling them who I am, so they take me for a gym assistant - but after a while we're all running after the ball. They're faster in the long run but I show them control of the ball and quick reflexes. Not bad for a geek and ex math professor. I study them, selecting the handsome ones, the ruthless ones. Better than looking at files.

During a break, I reach Christina who is looking at us from the side. I tell her to lose tight and panties, and to keep her thighs parted. She opens her mouth to protest but she knows better. She nods and walks away. When she comes back, the boys' eyes are drawn to her white legs. I do as if nothing happened.

F003 Diary Entry. Empty Saturday.

I wake up to the smell of coffee. Breakfast is ready but my assistant is nowhere to be seen. I take my time to get ready, I take my morning pills with careful determination. I call my wife, a short, bitter conversation.

The school will be closed again, so I get my people together and I tour the town, familiarising with the street and discussing hits with one of the assassins. I should talk with the local police and the gangs perhaps. I cannot find the wish to talk with them.

In the afternoon, it's school again. The cheerleader has gone. I find one of the janitors, doing nothing. I reproach him and he answers me. I hurt my knuckles, so I have my assistant bandage my hand before dinner.

F002 Diary Entry. The College.

The car stops and I'm looking at the main entrance. It's holiday, long weekend, and no one should be here. I push a button and the door unlocks. The hall welcomes me with a whiff of detergent.

I find my room, but I'm not in the mood to go in there yet. I pace the empty halls and corridors, restless, when I catch sight of one student. A girl practising cheerleader motions in the courtyard. I look at her from the window. Good material. I will see if Fairbanks had something on file about her.

The rest of the day slips by eventless. I read and write. I check the security systems. There is a holding room just under mine, but I feel no desire to check it. At six, I meet one of the assassins. I hate their kind. At least this one is of few words and efficient. Looks like a middle east character and speaks little, but he looks dependable. I hope I will never need his services.

The car with my assistant takes me to my new home. A wealthy, anonymous house. The assistant is a nice girl, perfectly fit to my tastes. We both know I have rights to do what I want with her. She looks relieved when I send her away to her rooms, in the back of the same building.