Cindy was still pondering this small mystery when the door opened suddenly and there stood Mrs. Fairfield with a few of her assistants.
Two attendants entered and, without a word, stripped Cindy of her dress and walked out with it. Instinct made Cindy cross an arm over her pointed young tits. Her other hand covered her furry little cunt. She looked sweet and Regina Fairfield smiled.
"You're such a fine looking girl," the woman said. "It's too bad your attitude is so atrocious."
The remark puzzled Cindy. Nothing in this place seemed to make sense to her. Mrs. Fairfield's voice sounded almost friendly, as if she secretly liked Cindy.
"Perhaps by morning you will be able to eat in the dining hall with the others like a nice young lady. You may even get to sleep in the dorm tomorrow night. It depends."
Regina Fairfield laughed, and closed the door. Cindy heard the key grate in the lock and a shiver ran up and down her spine.
She started to feel a little horny. Even though she didn't want to she began to play with herself. She figured that while she was alone she might as well enjoy herself and get herself off.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, sinking heavily to the floor.
Cindy's eyes rolled in her head. Her unused hand unconsciously cupped her aching tits and played with them as she continued to play with herself using the other hand.
With her fingers rubbing her clit, she began to get very wet and close to an orgasmic release. She continued to rub her wet pussy until her whole body began to shake and shiver as she came and hot cunt-juice poured out of her twisty cunt.
She felt a little relieved so she decided to fall asleep. Not long after she fell asleep she heard the door open and saw the matrons enter the room.
The matrons giggled and one asked, are you ready for breakfast with the good girls?
"Yes! Yes!" Cindy gasped.
"Okay," said the other attendant. "Let's see how good your word is. Come on, get on your feet. You can rest on your own bed until breakfast time, then we'll see if you've learned anything yet."
Cindy was escorted to a huge washroom where she was bathed by two attendants who took an awful long time to wash her ass, and pussy. But Cindy was too worn out and afraid to protest.
Later, when Regina Fairfield visited the dorm, she found a quiet, meek Cindy Farmer. Cindy had learned why all the girls the Fairfield Home for Wayward Girls were docile, obedient and subdued.
"And how are you feeling this morning?" Mrs. Fairfield asked with a smile.
"Just fine, Mrs. Fairfield," Cindy said softly.
The woman's eyebrows shot up. "Well, well, what a sweet girl we have here!" she exclaimed. "Now what do you suppose wrought such a drastic change in the girl?"
She was teasing and the matrons knew it. As the woman giggled and kidded her about changing, Cindy inwardly seethed. They hadn't broken her spirit – they had simply forced her to conceal it.
"I'm sorry if I caused you trouble," Cindy said to Regina Fairfield.
"That sounds good," the woman said, but her eyes challenged the girl.
"I mean it," Cindy said earnestly.
"Then you won't mind a little test of your sincerity, will you?"
"A-a test? What kind of a test?"
Regina Fairfield's beady eyes focused on the nightie the matrons had dressed her in after her sexy bath. "Show me your tits," she said.
Cindy's first instinct was to tell the woman to go fuck herself. But she checked this urge. She didn't want any more discipline!
Swallowing her pride and her anger, she lifted the small white nightie way up on her body. She arched her back and wiggled to hike the material way up above her ripe, jutting tits. She displayed her naked tits and sweet pussy to the view of all concerned. It was embarrassing for Cindy because there were lots of girls in the dorm, as well as the matrons and Mrs. Fairfield.
This struck Cindy as odd. The other girls just gazed at her, like the matrons and the leader. They didn't seem to be moved by Cindy's distress at all, as if they, too, wanted her to show her naked body. It was weird, like everything else at Fairfield. "All right, girls," Regina Fairfield said.
Two attendants leaned over Cindy's curvy young body. One started to lick her tits, the other licked her cunt. Cindy once again felt like cursing and kicking. But she bit her lower lip and let the perverts suck her tits and clit. All the while, Regina Fairfield watched for signs of rebellion. Cindy hung in there until, beside herself with heat, she came violently on the tongue of the woman sucking her pussy. Mrs. Fairfield looked satisfied.
"You're learning," she said, "you're learning." She turned on her heels and walked away.
The two matrons stood up and walked away, too. One of the other girls came over to Cindy and smiled and purred, "It's time for breakfast."
Cindy said nothing. She got to her feet and dressed in shorts and halter. Slipping her small feet into sandals, she moved with the group of girls out of the dorm.
In the dinning hall she sat quietly and ate like a lady. She was famished. After two more cups of coffee, she got up and followed some chicks out of the dining hall. The girls moved through a door into the bright sunshine and green grass. But a tough-looking matron with tight, pointed tits poking in her white shirt stopped Cindy.
"You haven't earned that right yet," she said. Cindy smiled. "Sorry," she said, and turned and walked back to the dormitory.
Alone, she stretched out on her cot with her hands laced behind her head. Her blue eyes twinkled as if she were day-dreaming about something juicy, like a stiff cock. But she wasn't. She was planning her revenge against these mother-fuckers!
CHAPTER FIVE
Cindy didn't know what form her revenge would take. What could she do? She was a prisoner, a sex slave, her pussy a toy for other women. All she knew was that someday, somehow she was going to do something about her intolerable situation.
I'll get even with you fucking bastards, she thought heatedly. I'm not like these meek little chicks around here.
One thing Cindy was sure of was that she was going to have to start being clever. Every time she spoke her mind or acted like a free person – bam – off to some damned room with horny matrons! How would she ever get any revenge if she had to spend her days and nights fucking dildos that were strapped to matrons?
Cindy's young mind whirled with all sorts of fantastic ways to get even with Regina Fairfield and her band of lesbian attendants. She day-dreamed about the day she would be free. She would come back here and blow the fucking place apart! Why not return with a group of chicks like the Jet-Savers someday? Boy, could they ever turn this joint in a shambles!
But Cindy's burning thoughts, no matter how juicy and satisfying, were no help to her now, and she knew it. She tossed on her cot and worried her lower lip. Her tits and pussy were still buzzing from the mouths of the two lusty matrons. Cindy's eyes twinkled. Everyone had seemed satisfied when she had surrendered to that pussy abuse. Mrs. Fairfield had walked away as if happy. Maybe that was the secret for now – pretend to be submissive.
A slow smile lifted the corners of Cindy's sweet mouth. Yes, that's what she would do. She would go along with this raunchy little game. She would make believe she was beaten and repentant. And, all the while, she would wait for her chance to get even.
For the next few days Cindy was a model prisoner. She obediently did everything she was told. She gave no one a hard time and even made a few friends in the dorm and in the dining hall. But behind her forehead she was plotting and planning, ever wary and alert for the opportunity to wreak revenge. She even thought that if she was really good, Regina Fairfield might give her out side privileges like some of the other girls. Then she might be able to escape!