Minster Academy Ch. 03

Following afternoon lecture the young orphaned and underprivileged women of England gathered in a large assembly hall. They were all wearing identical clothing consisting of a white ankle-length collared dress with a high waist just below the bosom.

It had long sleeves and clung tightly around their necks. Colored shawls were pulled over their shoulders, and bonnets adorned their heads. A pin affixed to the left collar indicated the current educational level achieved. Another, on the right collar, revealed whether or not the pupil had successfully obtained the support of a sponsor.

As they quietly filtered in through a large open doorway not a single word was spoken, but there was communication nonetheless. The oldest women in the last year of finishing school carried themselves with an air of superiority, and openly scoffed at all others.

They knew which women were new to the academy and went out of their way to roughly trip and shove with no reason other than that they could. Compassion was a vocabulary word, not a characteristic they routinely exhibited.

Those who lacked the pin of a supporter were jumpy and nervous, for their future was uncertain. Their peers were quick to feed on their fragile emotional states by tugging on the unadorned collars, reminding them of their continuing failure to secure financial backing. It was no secret that the prettiest women were the most successful. If left unsupported they could only be carried by the academy for so long.

In the front center of the room was a platform elevated six feet which provided a podium from where a headmaster or other authority figure could speak. It was unoccupied as one hundred and ten pupils arrived and took their seats on rows of highly polished long wooden benches.

There was strict order to the seating, separated at first by grade, and then academic grading. After, the faculty and staff occupied benches at the very back.

Behind the platform, to the left and right, were chairs enclosed behind a railing. There were twenty four chairs on either side. Council members could be present and occupy them, although their attendance was not required on this informal occasion. Despite the lack of need roughly a dozen were in attendance. Some lived nearby and routinely kept close tabs on those women they elected to sponsor.

Several minutes after all were seated a door of an adjoining room across from the podium opened. Headmaster Winston, wearing a long black robe, walked to the platform with papers in hand. Once in position he placed and smoothed the white pages on the flat, angled surface and cleared his throat in preparation for speaking.

"I'd like to begin by welcoming and thanking Council members whose financial support allows this great academy to continue to serve the community," Winston began. "And also to the faculty and staff, without whose devotion we could not possibly provide the assistance that we do. This is the time-honored end-of-week announcement gathering of Minster Academy for Orphaned and Underprivileged Women, to which I welcome all."

All present arose and applauded for several moments before the room returned to silence. After everyone took their seats the headmaster put on spectacles and read from his notes.

"Whelette Collins and Tammy Lexington were expelled for failure to maintain academic standards," he announced. "Amanda Beck was punished for gossiping and will remain on warning for her remaining time here. Gwynne Edwards has earned one privilege point. Sharon Willow is on report for failing an exam.

"On a happier note Olivia Chambers was asked, consented to, and has entered into marriage with Council member Franklin Evans. I extend my congratulations and best wishes to them both."

Winston looked up from his notes and removed the spectacles from his nose and ears, carefully placing them down on the podium.

"As you are all aware tomorrow is the open house. An opportunity exists for those with supporters to renew the relationship between you. It is also a time for unsupported pupils to establish lacking support within the limitations defined by the charter," Winston spoke. "I believe fourteen new men will attend if all invitations are accepted, as well as two returning Council members who will likely be seeking to support two to replace those who were expelled. Opportunity exists; it is up to you to grasp it!

"I open the floor to questions."

Winston hated this part. He always feared a dissatisfied student might broach a tender topic, or a displeased Council member would lodge a complaint. Luckily, such was not the case; Winston gratefully sighed with relief.

"This meeting is adjourned. Council members may meet with pupils outside. These proceedings are hereby concluded."

It was chilly outside but otherwise nice. The sun was shining brightly overhead and the grass was a vibrant green. The new arrivals tended to stick together, perhaps feeling that there was safety in numbers. A sub-class of that group, the unsupported, stood aloof from the other peers.

"We should ask someone the best way of securing a sponsor," Kay suggested. "How else can we stage a successful search?"

"You first have to capture a man's interest by flirting, make him want to get to know you," Amanda spoke up.

"Why should we believe anything you have to say?" another challenged, looking at the bare right collar of Amanda's blouse.

Amanda smiled. "Matron Adams has been tutoring me on the appropriate technique. But if you don't want to hear of it..."

"I do!"

"And I!"

"Me too!"

"Why has Matron Adams warmed to you so suddenly, especially after being punished?" Kay questioned suspiciously. "Please, do tell."

"I won't be glib, but I'll share what she's told me for those who want to hear."

The two women stared each other down for several tense moments. Finally Kay turned and walked away.

"Anyway, you must start by flirting," Amanda continued. "Flashing smiles, looking into their eyes briefly and then away, things like that. Once they've taken the bait they'll request a private meeting. This is most important! Be sweet and sexy, both at once. Place a hand on his shoulder; act as if you've been friends all along. And if they try to kiss or touch you, allow it; you must."

"Even your bosom?" one wondered out loud.

"Yes," Amanda confirmed. "They may even place your hand on their Willie and want you to do things to them. You shall if you want their gold badly enough, that's what they think. And once they find a pupil that will, she'll be wearing a sponsor pin."

"We have to allow them to treat us like that?" one commented. "No wonder I've been having such a time of it, then!"

The huddled group erupted into hearty laughter. Soon after they began leaving, heading back to the dormitory for late afternoon chores before supper. It was such a lovely day that Amanda separated from the group and chose a different, slightly longer path. There were times when she enjoyed the solitude to be alone with her thoughts and emotions.

Up ahead a groundskeeper was moving equipment back into a small outlying building. As she grew closer he seemed to take an interest in her approach. Amanda cautiously glanced over her shoulder as she considered changing direction, but not enough time remained to do so at that point.

The man removed his gloves, setting them aside. "Big night tomorrow, eh?"

At first she did not respond but, feeling foolish and rude, finally did. "Yes, undeniably so, good sir."

"You're not ready."

She scoffed at him. "Who are you to judge me? We shouldn't even be conversing."

The man produced a small vial. "You'll be needing this."

Amanda eyed what he held between two extended fingers. It was tiny and contained a clear liquid that could quite easily have been nothing more than discolored water. After captivating her interest he grinned.

She sighed. "They peddle such things at market, promising of cures or miracles. I'll not waste my time, as so little of it remains."

"You'll be sorry if you do."

She rolled her eyes as if irritated by the unwelcome interruption. "I already am sorry."

"Don't be so quick to dismiss me," he sternly cautioned her and then uncapped the vial. "Take a sniff."

Amanda hesitantly leaned forward and breathed in. The aroma put a wide smile on her face as she savored the amazing scent. It smelled like several different things all rolled up into one, and it was incredible. He grinned at her positive reaction.

"With a dab of this on your neck no man can refuse you," he promised. "Are you so sure of yourself about tomorrow night or have you taken an interest in what I have to offer?"

Her eyes stared at the vial. "I have no gold."

"No," he responded, already suspecting that. "But gold is not the only currency. I'll trade for something else, if you are willing."

As she considered the offer he walked inside the building and glanced back, as if inviting her to join him. Amanda stepped forward a few steps before hesitating. Matron Adams' cautionary words came to mind; Men want one thing from a woman, and they'll buy, seduce, deceive, and kill to obtain it. As a woman, you have to decide if it's worth the personal price.

Amanda was torn. She and the others were vying for sponsors as if they were prizes to be won in a contest. It hardly seemed fair to place such a burden on her young shoulders. In her unconfident mind the others were prettier and smarter... What set her apart? Could smelling sweet draw a man to her side? What if tomorrow ended in dismal failure? Would she be forced to leave Minster Academy forever?

Compelled by uncertainty Amanda followed the groundskeeper into the single-story structure. Her heart began racing as nervous tension mounted. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he turned to face her. Amanda looked into his eyes as he closed the distance between them. When he reached for her, she grabbed his wrists.

"What are you doing?"

He smiled; "Exactly what you think."

"Please, I don't think I can do this," she told him as fear gripped her.

He ignored her. It wasn't his first time with a reluctant pupil nor would it be his last, not as long as he possessed something one of them needed. He'd had his eye on this one for the past few weeks and had been biding his time until fate sent her in his direction. Now that he had her, the man would not take "no" for an answer.

"It's okay to be nervous," he reassured the lovely young woman as he admired her bright, sparkling green eyes. "But you need what I've brought and will pay with your body."

Conflicting thoughts and emotions gripped her as he reached behind her and started unfastening the buttons of her dress. A part of her wanted to stop him, but fear and uncertainty froze her in place. Amanda felt a tugging each time a button separated and her body flinched, knowing he was that much closer to getting what he wanted. He watched as tears filled her eyes and enjoyed the control he was exerting over the beautiful pupil.

"This is how things are done at Minster," he pointed out as if to justify his actions. "You'd be naïve to think otherwise."

Amanda's mind reeled as she realized the truth of his words. From the whispered rumors of the headmaster's sexual cravings to the instructions to tempt sponsors with female flesh all added up to one central truth; everyone was taking advantage of them.

They were all pawns in a corrupt system under the guise of a finishing school. In reality it was more attune to a cattle farm where the wealthy came and picked out who they wanted sexual favors from while maintaining the appearance of dignity and propriety.

"What do you want?" she asked while fighting back the tears.

"You already know," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Amanda was unprepared when he leaned forward with head tilted and pressed his lips to hers. She initially backed away but he kept their mouths touching. His lips were drier and rougher than Matron Adams' had been.

After a few kisses he began prodding the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. Her mouth hesitantly opened and the wet, darting tongue pushed inside. Amanda knew what he wanted and she reluctantly began kissing him back, hoping her cooperation might end things more quickly.

Seeing that she had warmed to the inevitable situation, his hands grasped the front of her dress and pushed it off her shoulders and down the upper arms until both lovely breasts were exposed. He briefly gazed at the firm globes as his manhood awakened.

His palms and fingers gently cupped her naked breasts, reveling in the wonderful soft warmth of a young woman's bosom. He tenderly cradled the firm swells while lightly squeezing and caressing the wondrously smooth mounds. Fingertips teased the swelling tips, relishing the texture of the spectacular nubs.

Aroused by her glorious body and willing tongue, his manhood began its outward expansion. The pulsating hardness eagerly pressed against his clothing, anxious to enjoy the lovely angel in his arms.

For Amanda, being touched by a man was different. His calloused fingers were rough on her smooth skin. A pleasant warmth developed in Amanda's loins as her innocent body responded to the intimate attention. Her hardened nipples throbbed beneath his fondling fingers.

The man's mouth pulled away from hers. After loosening his trousers he guided both of her soft, warm hands down to his exposed genitals. Amanda was at a loss; she wasn't quite sure what to do. The groundskeeper was accustomed to dealing with inexperienced virgins and he delicately molded the fingers of her left hand over his hairy balls and the other around the upright shaft.

"Squeeze and gently pull," he instructed.

As she nervously started fondling his hardened cock and balls he pulled her breasts out of the clothing and leaned down. As his hands resumed squeezing on the firm swells, he drew a nipple into his mouth and began nibbling on the erect tip.

A soft gasp escaped Amanda's lips as the stimulation slowly aroused her. She'd never been touched by a man before and found it to be as exciting as it was frightening. Her breathing turned heavy as the heat in her supple loins intensified. Those joyous tingling sensations returned, triggering soft moans of delight.

The groundskeeper saw the effect he was having upon her as he straightened up. "They always like it in the end, no matter the fight they put up at the start."

Amanda's eyes narrowed into a hateful glare as he grinned. Her face was flushed and she was undeniably sexually awakened, but she wished otherwise. She resented the control he was imposing over her and was shamed by her body's reaction. When it became clear to the man that her ineffective fondling would not finish what was started, he changed tactics.

"Get on your knees; I'll give you a lesson in pleasing a man you'd do well to repeat tomorrow."

Amanda turned defiant. "I shall not!"

"Yes you shall, or I'll walk you directly to Headmaster Winston's office and report I caught you in here stealing!" he threatened in a stern tone.

Amanda was stunned. "You'd deceive for a moment of pleasure?"

He nodded. "I lack the wealth of a sponsor, but my needs are the same."

Amanda's fear dissipated as her resolve hardened. If this was to be the way of things, why suffer such indignities when she could master them? Why grovel, plead, and seduce for a sponsor when they should instead be groveling for her? Knowledge, and a young woman's body, could be a powerful influence, as had already been demonstrated.

"Alright then, teach me what a man wants and I'll give in to your desire."

He saw the change in her from fear to bravado but didn't know the cause for it. Yet she was playing along, and that was all he really cared about.

"Then get on your knees and learn."

Amanda swallowed hard as she faced the daunting task. Her initial surge of bravery, fueled by seething anger, started to crack. She fought back tears while lowering to her knees before him, eyes inexplicably drawn to the swollen flesh-sword. As a young woman at that age of maturity she was drawn to the curious sight of an aroused man, yet it also filled her with a nervous trembling.

"Give me your hands," he directed.

He curled her left hand around the base of his cock, and the right just above it. While making a pumping motion with her right hand he demonstrated how to manually treat a man. Once Amanda appeared to catch on, he stood there as she practiced. Her soft, warm fingers felt good as they glided up and down the throbbing shaft using just the right amount of pressure.

"That's it, good," he commended the virgin. "Now take the tip into your mouth and gently lick and suck."

She gasped, alarmed by the instruction. Her eyes fearfully fixated on the head of his cock. The reddish-purple rounded crown appeared angry as it strained, with its elongated eye leaking with a growing drop of milky seed. Amanda was intimidated by the sight which sent a cold dagger through her heart.

Displeased by her reluctance, the groundskeeper interlaced his fingers around the back of her head and pressed the tip of his rock-hard cock against the closed seam of her mouth. It slid left and right, painting her pink lips with warm wetness.

Amanda shuddered from fright at the notion of taking such a thing into her mouth. It seemed to radiate an unpleasant smell, and suspected its taste would be equally appalling.

But it seemed not to be her choice. As his hands kept her from withdrawing, the man's hips relentlessly pushed forward. Eventually the hard, pulsating head pushed into her mouth. The salty, musk flavor permeated her senses as it throbbed upon her tongue.

Amanda was no fan of its taste and winced in response. As she gripped it between her lips he moved it about. She listened to his moans of delight and felt the joyful twitching as her mind focused instead on the lesson.

Her fingers squeezed and released the base of his hardness while her right hand rhythmically stroked his cock. The wet, slick head moved around her mouth as it continued seeping the foul-tasting ooze. When she started swirling her tongue around him his body clenched hard in appreciation.

"Oh yes... That's good, just like that," he groaned in delight.

Despite her disgust Amanda was encouraged by his reaction and approval. She maintained the motions for several minutes and could only imagine the sensations going through his body. As for Amanda, the warmth in her loins was still present, a slight pleasant tingling accompanying it.

If she could have she would've reached a hand down and touched herself there as she had several times before. A few of the girls had been caught by others doing just that as they lay on their cots in the dormitory at night. Others still had been accused, although vehemently denied it.

"Here, I'll show you something else," he whispered while extracting his cock from her mouth and hands.

"What is it?" she responded suspiciously.

He cupped her glorious breasts and announced, "There's more uses for these besides feeding babies."

Amanda watched as he rested his cock between the soft, firm swells and squeezed them around it. He started sliding his manhood back and forth within the tight channel he'd created. Her gaze shifted downward as the reddish-purple tip peeked out from her cleavage on the upward thrust, then lowered and disappeared from view.

The next time it poked out she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around it, tongue licking on the pulsating crown. It hesitated for a moment before pulling back down and disappearing once more. The game was amusing in a way, and after a time she grew accustomed to a man's taste.

The groundskeeper was also enjoying it. Her breasts felt wonderful as they encased his erect cock. His thumbs teased the pink nipples, keeping them hard. He heard her gasps when he treated them roughly but the pupil seemed not to mind. When the tingling pressure in his balls began intensifying he knew it would soon be over.