Lara Swift is Colonized Ch. 05

What a far cry all that was from this twisted place! The staff at her boarding schools didn't believe in discipline such as it were. Spankings were seen as barbaric and ineffective. And line writing was preposterous nearly everywhere! When Lara thought back to her symposium-like classrooms and conversations with all the brilliant minds at the school, it made her current situation all the more terrible. She started to weep as she wrote the humiliating text on the chalkboard again and again.

Her feet hurt from standing so long in her narrow red platform heels, and the aching in her core refused to abate. Whenever she got used to the intrusive butt plug inside of her, the thing would buzz to life in the obnoxious ways. Sometimes it would be subtle and a little pleasant, but usually it was quite violent. It gave her the impression of being hurried along, and the surprise would usually cause her to screw up a letter. The letters had to be perfect, or else all the text on the board vanished and she had to start again from the very beginning.

At every failure, there was the flash of red.

Her anger and frustration grew. All her knowledge about this place pointed to the fact that it would only get worse. Just a few days ago, she had been masturbating compulsively in her cell hoping for any interaction with another person. Now, she had been given what she wanted, but only in a way that broke her down all the more.

She began doing an awful calculus in her mind. It was obvious that Errol wasn't going to help her at the speed she would require. What would happen to her in the meantime, anyway? Her only choice for leaving this place, then, was to surrender her title to Mrs. Liao and accept her offer of employment. Even thinking about it gave her a sense of vertigo. But once that passed, it was an increasingly more attractive option compared to a lengthy stay in this place. Faced with such an impossible choice, she wished that someone else could make it for her. But where did that come from?! She had never been one to allow others to make decisions on her behalf.

Her butt plug buzzed, bringing her mind back to the task at hand. Lara Swift, the Tomb Liberator, stood in front of a chalkboard performing a spirit-breaking task. She tried to summon courage by imagining her late mother, and it worked but not to the same degree it had worked before. The image was more distant, clouded by pink fog, and the woman had a disapproving frown on her face rather than the wise smile Lara remembered.

Lara felt like her brain was mush by the time Miss Galkowska and the rest of the students came back into the room. She looked upon them with envy - each one was glistening with sweat and the girls' cheeks were all a healthy red color. With eerie synchronicity, the young women walked to their desks using measured steps, and assumed the same position barely taking notice of Lara.

"You didn't finish," was Miss Galkowska's first comment.

"What, were you too distracted by your carnal needs?"

"N-no, ma'am," Lara said.

"I suppose we should take that butt plug out. Corrine, come here please!"

Corrine hurried over to the two of them, and Miss Galkowska ordered Lara to bend over. What happened next horrified the young girl. She was enormously grateful to have that intrusive plug out from inside of her, but the Miss Galkowska ordered Corrine to open her (his?) mouth, and put it inside of it like it was some kind of pacifier! If that weren't enough, the Polish harridan ordered Corrine to 'suck' it clean. The flaxen-haired girl was mortified as she locked her lips around the little studs that had moments ago been pressing against Lara's tight rectum.

And Miss Galkowska was so casual about all this!

"Part of the girl's training," she said, "Corrine's fascination with the objects surrounding women is particularly interesting. We are taking this... 'interest' and making it bigger. When Corrine returns to Victoria and Miss Stone's care, she will have an uncontrollable obsession with things like their stockings, their panties, their sex toys, and their shoes. They will absolutely dominate her thinking - she won't be able to pass by a pair of stilettos without getting excited. This way, her mind will constantly reinforce her training even when she gets home from here! It has the added benefit of elevating Victoria and Miss Stone's importance in Corrine's thinking. If she worships their nasty panties this much, what does that say about the women who own such things?"

Corrine just went on sucking Lara's anal toy, completely cowed.

"This brings us to our discussion today. Ladies, take your seats!"

By now, Lara understood that her 'seat' was on Miss Galkowska's desk with her legs stretched across its length. Whatever, she thought. At least it was better than endless line-writing.

"Corrine will be our jumping-off point. Please describe your recurring dream, girl."

Corrine reached to take the sex toy out of her mouth, but Miss Galkowska apparently didn't want her doing that.

"Never mind, I will say it. You keep up what you're doing and repeat your mantras silently."

"Corrine's mind is engaging compartmentalization. She dreams of being a man and having passionate, satisfying sex with Victoria, Miss Stone, and the other women from her old life. They moan and squeal beneath him. But before the decisive moment, the dream ends and she wakes up. Normally, this would be a wet dream, but the chastity belt prevents that from happening. This is the only place her masculine side can assert itself - fruitlessly, within dreams. It has a dual purpose: first, it throws Corrine's sex drive into high-gear. Second, it allows a safe outlet for her male desires in such a way that it will direct her to be a better submissive. The benign sexual frustration is exquisite - especially because it compounds with the guilt Corrine feels for sullying her mistresses. Then, to make up for that guilt, she feels the need to serve them all the better!"

"It also creates an important distance between Corrine's old life and her new one. After all, she will certainly never be making love to Victoria. Not with her own little thing at least. But the women have expressed interest in having Corrine wear their favorite strap-ons, and riding her to their heart's content. We can even set it up so that their juices trickle down the dildo and into Corrine's own chastity enclosure, mixing with the lubrication there to add a certain intimacy to the encounter."

Lara looked at Corrine to see a tear rolling down her cheek.

"So, let's open up the conversation," the teacher said, changing the subject.

"Actually, why don't we do a group therapy? Lara, you will be our pupil today."

Miss Galkowska stood up from her desk and began instructing the girls to move their desks to the sides of the room.

"Pet, please take off your entire uniform and lie in the center of your room, on your back."

Lara was reminded of the last time they moved the desks to the side of the room - the woman's ruthlessness and her own shame at losing. She quickly started removing her red necktie, and made her way down the buttons of her ridiculously small white blouse. There wasn't much else: just the micro skirt and the white garter on her tigh. Beneath the watchful gaze of every girl in the room, Lara padded her way to the center, and lied down on her back.

Only when Lara was lying on her back did the other students disrobe as well. There was a flurry of movement as they all went towards Lara - some were walking on the tips of their toes still, as though they wearing imaginary pairs of high heels. The girls sat down in a loose circle surrounding Lara, with their feet together pointing at different parts of her body. For Lara it felt like she was in some kind of spider web.

"Begin, students."

They instructed Lara to put her hands above her head. She was surprised to feel pairs of feet holding her wrists down. Then she had to open her hands, and the girls put the soles of their feet across her palms to restrain them as well. The pressure wasn't much: firm, but gentle.

A tan girl Lara didn't know the name of lied down on top to her so that their breasts touched. She made herself comfortable by resting on an elbow on the ground, as though she were talking to Lara after they had sex. Her face was very near to Lara's, and she was smiling.

Lara felt a little panicked as another pairs of feet urged her thighs apart, moving them to a more lewd position. Whoever the girl was, she had a weird habit of raising and lowering her toes rhythmically again and again onto Lara's upper thighs, right on top of her tattoos - it made Lara's heart race even though she still disliked feet.

"Danielle, it was your turn to share today. How are you feeling about the sale of your company?"

Danielle was the tan girl cuddling with Lara right now. She didn't look away from looking at Lara as she spoke - it felt amazing to make eye contact with someone after being in solitary confinement for so long.

It was clearly a sore spot.

"Um, I think that Miranda Soon will do an amazing job of running it. I totally didn't know what I was doing!"

The way she said it was like an exaggerated teenager act. She was playful, which combined with her beauty made her look like an airhead. Lara had the impression that she was a very bright girl, which made this act all the stranger. Her eyes were hazel, and she seemed very interested in the gold flecks Lara's own iris. Neither of them really broke eye contact.

"Tell Lara about your company," Miss Galkowska said. She was slipping her clogs off and sitting with the girls.

"Oh, it wasn't anything," Danielle said, "I like, had a female-only media production company. We won a few awards, like for showing the real experience of women. But I think Miranda's idea is a lot more profitable."

Danielle reached out and began playing with Lara's hair, aiming for the base of her neck to get entire handfuls of it. She spoke more softly.

"You should have seen it. We had full health insurance, and some of the highest salaries in the industry. And the working environment! We only took projects that we agreed with... Then Miranda came along and started talking about a merger."

She gave the story of what happened.

It was Danielle's dream job. She had grown it from a small startup to a nationally-recognized brand in a staggeringly short amount of time - she was only 26 right now. She gave her all-female employees perks and benefits like they could never find elsewhere. It brought out the best in everyone. There were trained masseuses on staff, and it wasn't unusual for two (or more) women to hash out a project while getting foot massages in the lounge. There was even a laundress who would carefully wash any clothes the women brought in, and have it ready for them at the end of the workday.

"Even the laundress! We paid her $20 an hour. But she had a hard job, with so many designer bands!" Danielle said with a bitter chuckle.

There was a sad expression on Danielle's face as she talked about all this.

"We did yoga, and had pedicures on-demand in case we fancied another color of polish while thinking about certain subjects. But I brought Miranda on, and she saw that all as wasteful. She started arguing for taking on projects we didn't like, just to make money. And finally, she got us to accept the Hawks News Network's buyout offer."

Miss Galkowska, who had been monitoring their conversation the entire time, cut in.

"Do you still have your paranoid fantasies about Miranda stealing credit for your work?"

There was a flash of outrage in Danielle's eyes, gone in a hurry, then the clear expression of dread or guilt.

"No, ma,am."

"I used to think that Miranda was like, out to get me," Danielle said, her bubbly tone contrasting with the seriousness of her suspicions.

"I... accidentally called her out on it too. I accused her of stealing credit for my work, and trying to re-structure the company in a way that would only benefit her. I refused to sign off on the merger. That's when she argued that my refusal to take the deal was violating my fiduciary responsibilities to the company. My board of directors all voted for her to take over, and for me to take a diminished position. It felt like they were angry at me for getting in the way of them making money and they wanted revenge. These people were my friends, or so I thought. Miranda even joked that I should be the foot massage girl!

Danielle went on.

"She said that since I didn't do anything, I could work directly beneath her in an advisory capacity. Not like she needs it, I mean she's so smart!"

"We worked it out that I would just answer her e-mails, book her appointments, and help her handle her personal life. I always had to introduce myself as 'Miranda's assistant,' on the phone, even if it was someone who knew me from before. She would have me drive across town to get food from her favorite restaurant, or even return clothes for her... But while I did that, I gathered a file."

Danielle's tone shifted - she was more serious now, and more confident. Lara could see how this girl would make a sharp CEO. She was still careful with her wording.

"I had this delusion that she was getting kickbacks from Hawks News to push us towards the sale. One time, she left her email open, and I... performed cyber burglary to get emails that proved me right. She was getting paid a fortune from a shell company they owned! I presented the emails to the Cyber Crime division of the Justice Department."

It sounded like the exact kind of thing Lara would do! What a heroine!

"And they... arrested me for stealing the emails. Miranda got a lawyer right away and the company cut me off completely. It was bad - her lawyer wanted to find me personally liable for spiking the sale. They said I had committed fraud and espionage, when Miranda was the one who is guilty!"

"Careful," Miss Galkowska admonished. It had an immediate affect on the girl.

Danielle had been getting swept up in her story - obviously feeling like her old self. She slipped back back into her character: a nonthreatening Valley girl who wouldn't be very hard to dupe.

"So, instead of being legally answerable for three hundred million dollars, I accepted a plea bargain. Well, more like an insanity plea. I admitted that I was unstable and unfit to run the company. I confessed to a personal vendetta against Miranda Soon, and conspiring against her and her company."

Lara couldn't believe the outcome, when Miranda was so clearly in the wrong! And how passively Danielle talked about it all. Tangled up with all that outrage was the fact that this was the only conversation, so far, she had with someone that didn't involve her treatment or her punishments. She lapped up every detail, enormously grateful for the intimate human contact. Danielle was winding down her story, though.

"They sent me here, for correction. Miranda says that when I'm ready, I can come back to her company. She's trying to get me up for work-release, but she's having a hard time figuring out exactly what my job should be. In any case, I won't get out of here until they judge me suitable to work without disturbing Miranda again with my silly ideas."

Miss Galkowska had sat somewhere above Lara's head. She cleared her throat, and Lara looked up to see the soles of her feet coming down towards her face! She tried to move her hands, but Sarah and the other girl kept them pinned down using their soles. Danielle took Lara's face in both hands, silently asking for forgiveness, and held it up towards Miss Galkowska's feet. Lara scowled and tried to wriggle away, but it was no use.

The feet against her nude body was bad enough - but to have her face be a foot rest was a million times worse! Her, the Lady of Abington!

"Hold still, pet."

Lara only closed her eyes as she felt the soles of the woman's warm feet cover her incredulous face. Her upturned nose peered out between the woman's soles, and Miss Galkowska put a bit of her weight down, to illustrate that she was in total control here. Lara was blushing crimson, and the heat emanating from the woman's soles was uncomfortable in the extreme.

"Danielle, take care of Lara, please."

Lara felt Danielle run one finger up and down her nether lips. She moaned at how sensitive she was, even under the circumstances. The girl wriggling her toes against Lara's thigh tattoo felt lovely.

"Mph!" Lara cried out.

"Good Lara! Let yourself go, be as loud as you want. The louder you are, the better!"

Danielle began flicking Lara's clit back and forth - she wasted no time in getting the brunette off. Lara tried to buck her entire body, but the girls held her in position with their hands and with their soft, bare feet.

"Mmmph!" she cried out again. This was the orgasm she had been seeking so desperately all that time!

"Good girl! Louder. Again, please. You will always need to be loud, or else you won't finish right. And you need to hear the magic words. Do you want to hear them, pet?"

"MMMmhph!" Lara moaned, but Miss Galkowska kept the balls of her foot covering Lara's mouth so she couldn't speak properly.

"Cum for me!" Miss Galkowska commanded, and Lara finally felt an orgasm seize hold of her. It was as though a mental dam had burst, and she was swept away in its force.

Danielle was tracing urgent little circles on Lara's clit, while her other fingers darted in and out of her wet pussy, sometimes hesitating a bit to seek out her G-spot. After Miss Galkowska said 'cum for me,' Danielle started in on Lara's g-spot, kneading it with manicured fingers as she drew smaller and harder circles around Lara's clit.

It was too much. Lara moaned in ecstasy, and was only held back by the serious efforts of all the girls holding her down. Even Miss Galkowksa had a difficult time keeping Lara from raising her chin in excitement. Danielle apparently knew how to draw this out, Lara couldn't believe how long she was pinned down, moaning lewdly into another woman's feet. She tried to ball her fists, but only managed to wrap them around the soles of the womens' feet that were holding them down. They were wide and recently pedicured, a little bony. Sarah's?

Danielle gave her clit a break, and Lara bathed in the afterglow of that orgasm. She still couldn't see a thing. Even for how good it felt, Lara was all the more disgusted that she had a woman's feet on her face when she just had the best climax in her entire life. Her shame was back,

"Kat, it's your turn."

Lara felt bodies move around her until a new pair of hands were gently fluttering about her mons pubis, as though they were introducing themselves.

In this way, Lara met all of the other girls in the class, and heard their stories. The only one who didn't seem to participate was Corrine, who was filming it.

By the end of it all, Lara was shaking like a leaf. She could barely bring herself to make eye contact with any of the other students, for how one-sided the intimacy of this all was. Kat, a mocha-skinned beauty, helped Lara to her feet and the other girls helped to dress her. Then, they moved their desks back to the center of the room, and Lara went to sit on the teacher's desk again.

She was completely exhausted, and had no fight left in her. For the rest of the class, she hung on Miss Galkowska's every word, and didn't even resist the woman's hands as the woman stroked, kneaded, and pinched every part of her. A few times, the woman would hold a hand up to Lara's mouth - apparently this was to signal the Tomb Liberator to kiss them.

"Oh, here, have some of your vape after all that.."

She reached into her desk and pulled out Lara's e-cigarette. She held it up to the girl's lips and hit the button for her, causing Lara to quietly inhale all that she could. It still tasted awful, but it caused an amazing head-high like her body was floating. She wished for more when Miss Galkowska pulled it away after just three drags of the thing.