The Journey Ch. 01

*** Prologue ***

What a fucking mess!

Circuit Court Judge Roy P Hallidad felt like laying his head in his hands but restrained himself for the dignity of the bench. He had seen cantankerous divorces before, his own had been somewhat terse, but he regretted now filling in for a family court colleague on medical leave. He had never seen anything this bad with such a cast of ignominious characters. Most of the accused criminals he judged in his own court had more morals than this pair of despicable adults.

The Connelly nuptials were the worst example of a corrupt marriage. The character accusations were preposterous hyperbole.

She said that after a dozen or so years of fraught matrimony, for the next half dozen, he had successively fucked his way through the entire Secretarial Pool; rounding back for additional affairs with immodest impetuosity until he found the one with the lowest self-esteem that would finally shack up with her philandering boss.

He said that his estranged wife did her best job on her knees, blowjobs galore that is, for the executive core that promised to advance her mediocre career. That was how they had met originally; her on her knees in his office with a mouthful of his cock.

Yet, despite their moral turpitudes, the hard-driving professionals both had managed to prosper in business and had accumulated considerable wealth.

In individual conferences, the judge found both parties' accusations to be mostly substantive and largely true.

About the only good to come out of the marriage was the now-teenage daughter, Amber.

The plaintiffs, through their rapacious lawyers, had negotiated a near settlement. Each divorcee would get half the fixed assets: real estate, cars, precious jewelry, etc. About a third of the estate was liquid and they had agreed about 80% of that third would devolve to Amber as a trust.

The big issue was which parent would get custody: control the trust, eagerly, and act as guardian, reluctantly, because that would have Amber under foot, potentially hindering their free-fuck lifestyle. But the lucrative trust commissions won out the day and each parent sought sole custody of... the trust, and obligatorily... Amber.

The judge thought back to the pre-trial interviews where he questioned each plaintiff individually.

What was Amber's favorite class? How were her grades? What were her interests? Who were her teachers? What was her favorite food? Name one of her friends.

They mumbled guesses but neither had a clue to the facts or the truth. They hadn't cared to monitor Amber's life and social activities until the money came up.

But Judge Hallidad knew. He had reviewed her school records and teachers' evaluations.

Amber held a respectable 3.8-grade point average, loved math and science, had earned a few advanced college credits during her Senior high school year, was captain of her cheer squad, and enjoyed the chess club. Her yearbook photo showed a bright-faced smiling young lady with light blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. How she had managed to succeed so well in spite of the tumultuous home life was something of a miracle.

Amber acted more mature as a teenager than either parent. Neither of them was worthy enough to take care of this magnificent young lady. She was a hidden gem that needed a place where she could get a final polish into a total young woman.

He contacted Ms. Heather, a close acquaintance from a special institution he palpably and financially supported. She offered a solution; one that he already had in mind but needed her cooperation to carry out. And that made the judge's ruling easier; he had a surprise in store for the plaintiffs.

"I will now rule on the matter of the daughter's trust. Miss Amber. Please step forward to the bench."

A preppy-dressed fair-haired trim and fit blonde rose from the gallery and stepped through the bar gate to the open space before Judge Hallidad. Her slim legs were propped on midsized heels, and she wore a mid-thigh ivory wool skirt and blazer set. The coat was unbuttoned in front and loosely covered a button-up blouse, whose stressed buttons across her bosom implied it was working hard to hold it together over her bra-stuffing breasts.

Her sky-blue eyes looked demurely downward beneath straight-cut bangs. The straight tresses fell behind to midback, clinched in a ponytail by a small jeweled hair clip. Her hands were clasped demurely in front, her stance respectful and attentive. The judge looked down on the girl he had only seen pictures of in her yearbook. Her real-life stunning presence gave him pause.

'Damn', he thought, 'she's a perfect angel: lithe form, healthy glow, and well built; those cheer exercises really work. And she has an eye for eye-catching fashion.'

His cock throbbed its total agreement. He came out of his hypnotic stupor and continued.

"Young lady, as you know, I have been asked to make a ruling between two terrible choices: which parent gains your sole custody and power of attorney over your trust until you reach the age of 25."

He paused as both parties and their attorneys leaned forward eagerly in their seats. The bounty of trustee fees was within one or the other's grubby grasp.

Then he held aloft some folded papers from his desk.

"But I have a third option. Ms. Amber, I am granting your separate Petition for Emancipation and awarding you sole control of your trust."

One attorney leapt to his feet.

"You can't do that!"

Judge Hallidad banged his gavel soundly and angrily shook it at the offending attorney.

"Sit down and SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

He turned and glowered at the opposite attorney who had been at half-stand to also object but instead dropped back to his seat and showed his palms defensively in a 'no problem' sign.

The judge purposefully put the gavel down. He tugged on his robes to straighten the shoulders and took a deep breath. Then he turned his attention back to Amber and calmly continued.

"I CAN do it and I have done it. However, young lady, because you are a few months shy of 19, I am constrained by state law to assign a court-appointed trustee in the interim. This court retains jurisdiction of the Emancipation Order and will act as fund trustee. We also appoint Ms. Heather, whom you know, since she assisted you with filing your petition, to be your provisional guardian until you are 21. Do you agree?"

Amber's rose-tinted lips curved her high cheekbone face into a smile and her thin straight hair fluffed as she nodded enthusiastically.

"I need your verbal response for the record, please."

"Yes... YES... YES... thank you, your honor."

The gavel came down one more time and the judge rose as did everyone else.

"We are adjourned."

As he turned to leave, he saw each attorney getting a face full of nasty from their respective clients. He glowed inwardly as he left, knowing the attorneys would get a full measure of their clients' immature emotional rancor which they had passionately denied existed in their disingenuous pleadings.

Ms. Heather hustled forward from the gallery and led the newly freed young woman from the courtroom. Ms. Amber was now unleashed to pursue a life-changing journey towards a blessed future at the Total Woman Academy.

*** Freshman Year ***

Amber looked about the grand house atrium that she had just entered. Six months had gone by since her emancipation in court. During the interim, kindly Ms. Heather had taken her into her home and she had been well cared for. The middle-aged lady, still beautiful and gracious, had guided her gently towards a decision about her future.

Amber had listened carefully to the first adult in a long time who listened to her opinions and seemed to have her best interests at heart. Her pro temp guardian described a post-high school avenue at an institution that offered full scholarships, reserved for only the most deserving female candidates.

She could be vetted over the summer and enter the academy soon after her 18th birthday in the Fall. The curriculum would emphasize intelligence, beauty, and poise. Amber had thought it over and decided to apply. Ms. Heather had provided a letter of reference and keen encouragement. The process played out over the Summer and Amber was thrilled when she learned that she had been accepted.

And, now, here she was; a new freshman at the Total Woman Academy, on a full scholarship that would preserve her trust fund as it grew in value, untouched, over the intervening time until she was 25. And, to her wonder, she was even being sponsored by an anonymous pledge contributor's scholarship donation.

She was not alone in the mansion's front lobby; a half dozen similar-aged girls were gathered for this first initiation and orientation to their world for the next four years. They were a gossipy friendly gaggle, each sharing snippets of their journey to this moment. Some, like Amber, were completely naïve, oblivious to the intimate details of the unfolding adventure while others bragged of legacy mothers and sisters who shared amazing anecdotes of their life-altering experiences.

A matronly woman, Ms. Smith, met them and led them to their first meeting. Therein, she briefed the new entrants on the basic rules for Freshman year:

First, the standard daily dress code required brief thong panties and otherwise toplessness for the entire first year, with mandatory high heels throughout. The only exceptions were barefoot or gym shoes during stretching and toning exercises and special requests for special events.

Second, in addition to a meaningful course of academic study to develop their intelligence, there would be beauty and cosmetology classes, and lessons on a healthy diet and other feminine body perfection practices.

And, third, they would begin an intensive program of poise: the drawing out of their innate sensual instincts for physical enjoyment, especially sexual pleasure. This unique academy curriculum would develop their special talents in experience established stages: this first year would be only touch and caresses of the whole body and, especially, the erogenous zones. The sophomore year would acquaint them with vaginal penetrative sex. The Junior year would teach oral sex. And the final, Senior, year would be a full year of skill polishing and the combination of all the sexual techniques shared with selected males and females.

The goal was to become a Total Woman Academy graduate, expertly skilled at male and female physical pleasure, and ultimately, attract the commitment of a singular lifelong mate, The One.

And thus, her residence and program began. She was assigned an upper-class sister to guide her through her first few weeks. There were academic studies to select; she chose a computer science and math track. The hair and makeup salons were fully stocked with cosmetics and makeup furnishings. She would attend beauty sessions there several hours per week with the expectation that she would practice the successive beauty and health lessons on a day-to-day basis. Gym classes were mandatory to improve her body strength and tone.

That finally led to poise.

Topless, thonged, high-heeled Amber gathered with her sister Freshman coeds in a small classroom. The front table held an array of realistically sculpted phalluses. All of the new coeds were invited forward to gather around the display and handle the plastic and rubber dildoes. They covered the gambit of shapes and sizes: fat, skinny, long, short, straight and curved, stiff, and flexible mockups of male appendages. The girls handled the sex toys and passed them around, commenting and laughing at the variety.

Each returned to their seat with a sample in hand while the female instructor showed videos and slides of the male anatomy, pointing out the various erogenous zones and stimulable nerve clusters on the male penis. The coeds studied the realistic details of their sample. Additional training would follow in laboratory exercises with the staff of young and virile resident coach tutors.

In the following weeks and months, Amber went through a program of increasingly intricate interactions.

Amber's second week began with a scheduled appointment. She entered the small room to find a nude staff coach tutor lying prone on a massage table. She was invited to explore his naked body, getting feedback on her touch, caress, and massage techniques. She discovered how finger contacts on his penis caused it to swell and stiffen. At the next appointment, a different staff coach tutor gave her feedback on where and how to touch and stroke his cock for his best pleasure. Her manual efforts brought forth a fount of sperm and she was directed to clean up the milky discharge with some handy warm towels.

A semi-weekly sequence of manual training led to more eruptions of semen and she became quite adept at learning the signs of impending orgasm and ejaculations. She found how to hold off the culmination in a series of rising and ebbing pettings until he granted her permission to finish.

Another weekly ritual was overnight encounters in her dorm room. Therein, the staff coach tutor took time to manually massage Amber's pussy and she achieved cyclical orgasms through the manual stimulations. Again, in time, she learned to control the timing of her own orgasm, despite the intense impulsive urges, until granted permission to finish.

Mid-year, the training incorporated weekly overnight female encounters. A random classmate joined her in her room, or she in theirs, and they explored and practiced the sites and timings for optimum clitoral stimulation. All female genitalia are similar but she was shown the variations that existed in the excitable nerve groups. The lesbos activities led her to numerous orgasms and she welcomed the new insights from each different girl that came to her bed.

Amber was happy every time the fates paired her with Sadie, a pretty little Oriental coed. They were often seen about campus together, chatting and playing team games in gym classes. The contrast of platinum blonde Amber and black-haired Sadie led to jokes about 'Salt' and 'Pepper' spiciness. Ms. Smith kept a knowing eye on the pair, alert to an undesirable emotional affinity.

Amber was less enthused about classroom public masturbation but tried her best to succeed. It wasn't easy for her to show self-affection in a group setting. The teachers took note and intended to reconcile her reluctance.

A technique she was more comfortable with was tit-jobs. In bed with a staff coach tutor, she would fold her modest boobs around his erect cock and assist his achieving ejaculation on her neck and cleavage. She joined her friends in gossiping about the 'pearl' necklaces they earned.

Towards the end of freshman year, she was almost nightly ensconced in bed with a naked male. Sometimes she rubbed his erect cock with a lotion-coated fist as he watched a porn video. She was attentive to his rising excitement and his masturbation reactions. It was her challenge and duty to make her man cum in time with the onscreen studly spew.

The small cadre of staff coach tutors became familiar sex partners that she was attuned to. That would change in her Sophomore year when her curriculum mixed in encounters with visiting Pledge Contributors and Guest Coach Tutors. But before that, her body would need to undergo a once-in-a-lifetime physical alteration.