Chapter 52

As I had thought, things changed for the better after I had defloured the headmistress.

To begin with, all the girls that had been discovered having attended the orgy in the basement were allowed to remain at the school. These girls walked around with undisguised pride, and everybody knew they had been able to break the rules and get away with it.

Odile also continued with that little business within the school and saw the demand for her services increase, all with the placet of the headmistress.

It won't come as a surprise that the relationship between me and Odile was a lot less close from that day, but I held no ill feelings towards her, for things turned out for the better.

On my part, I could now meet Bernard at night without any fear of being discovered. Having imparted such a useful lesson on her, I ended up gaining much confidence with the headmistress, who allowed me great freedom within the school.

One day, she even called me into her study and read to me an odd letter she had penned and addressed to all the parents, whereby she informed them that the policy within the school was about to change. She had, in fact, discovered that the methods employed at the institute, even though of the highest order, didn't allow the pupils to form a well-rounded view of the world they were going to enter after their studies. As a way to ameliorate this situation, new members of staff were being added to the roster, and, for the first time, they would be male ones.

The headmistress assured the families that she would keep a close watch on these new additions to the staff to ensure that the girls in her care would not form incorrect opinions of the opposite sex.

'What do you think of this letter, Eloise?' the headmistress asked me, having finished her recitation.

I told her I was surprised by it.

The headmistress winked in a most uncharacteristic way and informed me that she had commenced her search for these new professors, caretakers, cooks, and general hands she had decided to employ.

'I have lost much time, running after false, preconceived ideas, and I don't know much about these things,' Mlle Renouf said, 'but I've started to form a good understanding of the topic. For example, a good attitude, a dedication and a passion for all duties is essential. I declare that men who act too superior and refuse to lower their trousers are no good to me.'

I laughed at this.

'Furthermore,' she mused, 'I have found that size matters very much to me. And this is another aspect I demand from all new hires. Good attitude must also be matched by sound qualities, don't you think?'

I appreciated what a quick learner she was, and how decisive her opinions were on the matter.

'I might ask you for more suggestions, Eloise, she said. For now, I have applied many of the suggestions you made to me, and I am please to say I've found them all well founded.'

I thanked her for these words and asked her if she had formed any preference so far.

'The ass, Eloise. The ass,' she said, then, maybe embarrassed by this confidence, she resumed her work and said:

'You will also hear some news later today that I believe will please you. Now, please leave, I have to sign these letters before they leave today.'

The news she was referring to was that Juliette got stripped of the title of prefect.

During dinner, the headmistress informed the students of this change, and, suddenly, the girls who had been subjected to Juliette's tyranny could vindicate themselves without any worry.

The poor girl could sense this change within the room, and, as soon as dinner was over, rushed out of the room, but she was caught and dragged to the dormitory by some of the girls.

When there, she was made to disrobe, and many girls took their turn to exact their revenge.

This started with a great spanking. Hands, books, even a pan were used for this aim, and Juliette cried warm tears while her bottom got redder and redder.

Nobody had pity for her, for she never had any pity for anyone else.

Finally, growing tired of this, some girls decided to change method.

A group asked for Juliette to submit to them.

'She should do whatever we demand!' one cried.

'All for our amusement and pleasure,' another one echoed.

Juliette, who had lost all her courage and arrogance, and who was so fearful of these girls and didn't say a word but was quick to assent to all demands, was made then to please one after the next, until they all came.

'Faster with that tongue!'

'Finger me!'

'Suck on my asshole, you little tart!'

'See how she goes!'

'I bet she likes it too…'

Each one voiced their desires. While lovers often worry that their tastes might displease their partner and therefore are too timid in the act of love, these girls had no reticence in their demands.

'I believe I am satisfied,' one said.

'Now, it's her turn,' another said.

And, indeed, the girls, having exhausted their thirst for lust but not their desire to torment Juliette, made her lie on the floor.

One girl held one of Juliette's thighs; another one held the other. Then, many girls lined up to have a go.

'Oh, please, my friends,' Juliette said, 'surely I have satisfied you. Let me go now.'

But everyone laughed, and nobody paid attention to this request.

Juliette was quite fearful, but, as the first girl massaged with great vigour her clitoris, she couldn't help but close her eyes and moan with great intensity:

'Oh, thank you! Thank you, my friend! I see I'm forgiven… Ah, please, don't stop! That's the spot… Oh, you suck it so well. Mmmh!'

But then, when the first one had finished, a second one took her place.

'No need for further stimulation. I am quite satisfied,' Juliette said, breathlessly.

The second girl looked at her with a devilish look in her eye and inserted two fingers inside of Juliette.

'Aaah!' Juliette cried.

This time, the old prefect was not so ready to orgasm. In fact, she squirmed under those caresses.

'I assure you. I have already come,' she begged, but the other girl wouldn't relent.

'Come on, take it!' the girl administering that treatment said moving her fingers in and out with much enthusiasm and making a great squelching sound.

After a few minutes, despite her objections, Juliette's pleasure was reignited, and, once more, she began moaning and making a great demonstration of enjoying those caresses.

'Yes, yes… I see… There's more… Like this… Aaah!'

'Ah ah!' laughed the girl. 'You like it, eh? You're the greatest slut in this school.'

'Yes, yes! Fuck me!'

'You're not such a saint, after all!'

The old prefect was moving back and forth, pushing against the girl's hand, and it was clear there was no need to hold her in place.

To Juliette's surprise, once the second girl had concluded, a third one took her place.

'No more, good friends,' Juliette begged.

'Hold her legs. Don't make her run,' the new girl said. 'Now, what should I do?'

Some suggestions came:

'Spank her!'

'Pinch her tits!'

The girl decided to lick Juliette, who, under this renewed attack, moped:

'I see what you're doing, now. I thought myself forgiven, and, indeed, I have treated you very poorly. I beg your forgiveness, my friends, please let me go: I won't be able to take any more.'

But the girl administering this new treatment was not moved, and she licked with great conviction. She ignored anything that Juliette said, and soon decided to redouble her efforts by employing her fingers to assist her tongue, and, while her mouth was engaged on Juliette's pussy, her fingers began probing her ass.

Juliette resisted this stimulation for a while. She looked around, asking this girl or that girl for help, but, soon, she gave proof that the design of the girl that was lying between her thigs was being achieved.

'Yes…' Juliette moaned. 'Yes… Ah… This is it… See how you make me come once more!'

When Juliette was close to coming, the girl who was pleasing her lifter her head, stopping for a moment what she was doing and said:

'So, you haven't come yet, have you?'

'No…' Juliette, on the brink of another orgasm, pleaded, 'Please don't stop now!'

'Maybe not,' the girl said.

'Oh, don't tease me, please. I'm so close.'

This discussion went on for a while, until Juliette, so frustrated at seeing the prospect of more pleasure vanish, began rocking back and forth, crying:

'I can't take it! I can't take it! Please, someone, make me come!'

The girls laughed at her desperation, until the girl who had been pleasing Juliette relented:

'Just because you said 'please'.'

And with that, she bent over the old prefect, bringing her quickly to another loud conclusion.

'The girl has come thrice,' someone said. 'I say we let her go.'

'Yes, please: let me go,' Juliette said. 'I have done all you've asked me.'

'You hold your tongue, or you'll be next,' was the reply from another girl to that who had suggested mercy for Juliette.

This new girl, who was claiming her turn, was now holding two specimens of that great dildo that had been used during our initiation. 'I have waited all this time. I will have satisfaction.'

'Turn her around!' ordered one.

'Spread her ass!' ordered another.

In fact, the girls had developed such antipathy for her that there was no way of halting those proceedings. This should serve as a caution to anyone in a position of superiority who abuse their power, lacking any charity for their subjects and believing that there is no end to their privilege.

'I see my words have no use,' Juliette cried. 'Then, Fuck me! Fuck me, for I'm your whore… That's it: put them in. Aaaah! God, you break me in half! Ahhh… my poor cunt! It's so thick…'

I watched over these activities, and, as the two toys were inserted, one into the vagina, and one into the ass, wondered if Juliette had finally exhausted her capacity for pleasure.

But, as the girls began to move the phalluses back and forth, Juliette's eyes rolled in their sockets, and the girl began to grunt. Her noises became so incoherent, like those of an animal in heat, I believed all that stimulation had made her crazy.

I saw how the girls had broken all of Juliette's inhibitions, and how they had turned the old prefect into a creature of pure lust. She was now totally devoted to pleasure. Her intellectual faculties, so shocked by that indecent treatment, had evaporated and with them her modesty.

Juliette now opposed no resistance. Instead, she demanded that those toys were pushed further in, as much as her body could take.

'More, more… I want more! Aahh! Fuck me: I want you to fuck me!'

When I was sure she had come, she still begged for more, desiring no end to that pleasure she was receiving.

She would throw her head back with such a bestial expression, like that of the most hopeless drunk or an epileptic, and she made such indecent sounds, that I was sure she had been rendered mad by this treatment.

In the end, the girls got tired of this activity, and, instead of running away, Juliette remained on the floor, in the most indecent state of nakedness and abandonment, still pleasing herself until, much later, she lost consciousness, having pleased herself to senselessness.

From that day on, although she seemed to recover from that treatment, she became very docile and quite willing to help the girls. In fact, she was quite pleasant to deal with, and I declare she was much improved.

She often enquired after a student's wellbeing, whether she could give them any assistance, and was always ready to please, when the request was made.

Another change, this time a less happy one, I wish to mention, following the discovery of the orgy in the basement, related to Mlle Clery.

The intelligence that she had been deceived by Marc Antoine reached her almost immediately. The good teacher realised that the gardener was far from being the innocent being she had thought him to be. What I believe upset her most was the fact that he had clearly seen her as a depraved woman, rather than a kind soul. He had probably even laughed at that play that she put on for him when they met. She had seen her own deception, probably in a much worse light than it deserved.

Certainly, even I, who loved that woman as a sister, couldn't fully reconcile these two aspects of her character: on the one hand, she was kind and selfless; on the other hand, she was a creature of lust, like, and probably worse than the rest of us.

Brief, she was gone overnight.

I didn't even have a chance to thank her for her assistance and her confidence.

Poor Mlle Clery!

I now believe that the happiest person is the one who accepts their own nature and don't hindrance, but guide, their desires.

That good woman, on the contrary, was so torn between her ideal image of herself and her truer instincts, I doubt she would ever find peace and happiness. I wish this not to be so, and that she has found someone who can accept her charity and her kindness.

Marc Antoine, who had been so instrumental to those changes, remained at the school. His pretence of stolidity was now gone, and he often mingled with the girls.

The rest of the year passed in this new atmosphere of liberality, which, all the occupants of the institute agreed, was a marked improvement on the original lugubriousness.

Winter went; Spring blossomed, and, finally, summer arrived. So, it was time to say goodbye.

On the last day, a bright and warm morning of June, I said goodbye to the other students, as the carriages came, one after the other, to take them to their homes.

I said goodbye to each one of them, having grown to regard them all as good friends. Many of them had joined me in my outings with Bernard, and we had shared many intimate moments.

Mlle Renouf stood by the front door to shake the girls' hands, compliment them for their progress, and give them many recommendations for the future. She told the younger ones who would return the following September that she was eager to see them, and she told the older ones, who had completed their studies, that she had enjoyed caring for them and wished them all the best.

By now, she knew that most of those girls were unrepented sinners, but, now, she didn't believe this to be an undesirable trait.

'God has made us this way. He has given us all this pleasure to prove that our body is designed for these activities I had always believed to be unnatural,' Mlle Renouf once told me. 'What arrogance to hinder this and object to such beautiful divine design.'

I believe she told me this while recovering from her first time being penetrated in all three holes at once, and she confessed that, during that encounter, her body had clearly shown a preference for taking cock over the instinct of breathing or any apprehension over giving unrestricted access to all of her lower regions.

It was the end of the day when Mlle Renouf informed me that she had to close up the institute for the summer.

I was greatly puzzled for my mother had not come.

The sun was still high on the horizon, but I could feel the air getting a little cooler.

'I wonder if she had gotten the day wrong,' the headmistress said.

'I did inform her of the date in my letters,' I replied.

I didn't then confess to the headmistress that none of my letters had received any answer. I had thought Mother too busy buying new hats or going to the theatre, but I was now quite apprehensive. Had she forgotten about me?