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A crisp breeze rustled through the grand oak trees that lined the cobblestone path leading to the front steps of the historic James family estate. The sun cast a warm glow over the meticulously manicured gardens, enhancing the vibrant hues of the flowers in full bloom. On the imposing front steps stood the even more imposing and distinguished William James, waiting, his gaze fixed expectantly on the estate's wrought iron gates.
William adjusted the lapel of his finely tailored suit. His gaze swept over the grounds, which he had known intimately since childhood, each corner holding memories that spanned generations. The land had been in his family for generations and sprawled over 8,000 acres. The house itself was just as grandiose as the grounds, with over 150,000 square feet of living area.
More than enough space for his family’s aspirations.
At exactly half past 3, a sleek black car glided down the path leading up to the front gates.
Right on schedule, William mused with a smile. Though this was his first time meeting Gabriel Harp, he hadn’t expected anything less from the man. His reputation as a shrewd and professional businessman proceeded him.
The gates opened, and the chauffeur expertly maneuvered the car to a stop in front of the house. Gabriel emerged from the vehicle, a figure of sophistication and curiosity. William greeted him with a warm smile, extending a hand in welcome as Gabriel took in the splendor of the estate with a discerning eye.
"Welcome, Gabriel," William said, his voice steady and assured. "It's a pleasure to have you here at last."
Gabriel shook his hand heartily, like William would have expected of the man, and smiled just as warmly. “Thank you for having me and for giving me this tour yourself.”
As headmaster of the Institute, the act of showing around prospective clients and investors was a job William would usually pawn off on one of his brothers or, if it was a particularly important individual, his wife or sisters. Gabriel Harp, however, was one of the wealthiest men in the country with dozens of successful businesses that catered to the particular clientele that the institute offered its services to. Not only that, but Gabriel Harp’s grandfather was good friends with William’s grandfather. It would do well to continue this fruitful arrangement, and no one was fit to represent such an agreement better than William himself.
“Follow me,” William said, leading Gabriel inside the manor. Their extremely expensive shoes clicked on the pristine tiles.
No sooner had they entered did a maid rush to take Gabriel’s coat from him. Charlotte, William mused fondly, one of his favorites.
Gabriel seemed to enjoy the sight of the young girl just as much, his dark eyes falling instantly to the heaving, ample bosom that was barely contained by the revealing uniform. The outlines of the girls' nipples could be clearly seen pressing against the fabric, erect and seemingly desperate to escape their confines.
William watched as his guest’s gaze was transfixed on the young maid, who twirled from them to put away the coat in her arms. As she did so, the short skirt that barely covered her ass lifted to expose plump cheeks bisected by a pure, white thong. Her normally milky white ass was scarlet red in a way that could only be a sign of recent punishment. Gabriel swallowed visibly.
“Just a moment, Charlotte,” William halted the girl in her tracks. She turned to face the men, her beautiful blue eyes contrasting with her rich, dark hair. A look of beautiful innocence, of which her dress (if it could be called that) showed the opposite.
William snapped his fingers, and another maid, Sally, rushed to take Gabriel’s coat from Charlotte’s small hands.
“You will join Mr. Harp and me for our discussion,” William told the girl in a tone that left no room for discussion. He squeezed her impeccable derriere, and the young girl shuddered.
“Of course, Headmaster,” she murmured demurely in a way that only a girl as purely submissive as Charlotte could.
With his hand firmly on the buxom maid’s rear, William led Gabriel to his office, which was to the right of the grand staircase that took up most of the entryway.
“Have a seat,” William gestured to the leather sofa that sat in the cozy space. “Charlotte, prepare us drinks.” He sat on the sofa opposite Gabriel as the girl rushed to do as she was told.
“Well,” Gabriel chuckled, taking his eyes off Charlotte for the first time since he had seen her. I can already see that your institute is as magnificent as I’ve been told.”
“And you haven’t seen anything yet,” William laughed, taking the glass of brandy that Charlotte offered him.
The two men sipped their drinks, and Charlotte stood off to the side, eyes down and hands behind her back, evidence of her extensive training.
“Your family has run the institute for how many years now?” Gabriel asked, turning his eyes back to his host.
“Since 1926. My great grandfather, Edmund James, god rest his soul, was very wealthy, as you can see,” William smiled charmingly in a way that Gabriel could not help but return. “His appetites were, as you might say, not accepted by high society, just as they aren’t readily accepted by many modern folks now. After my great-great grandparents' deaths, he decided to turn the family summer estate into a place where he and his friends with similar proclivities could enjoy themselves without fear of ostracization. It was fairly simple at first; they would procure girls for their pleasure and train them to serve them in the ways they wished. They had a staff here to manage the girls as the men went back home to their daily lives. When they needed a respite from the real world, their girls were waiting and ready for them here.”
“After some years of this, my great-grandfather found that there were many more men like him than he thought. Soon, he had more visitors to the estate than he could have dreamed. That’s when he decided to turn the estate into a school of sorts, an institute, to train girls and sell them to the men whose services they required. It was bumpy going at first, but they managed it.” William smiled proudly.
“My grandfather took over after him, my father after him, and me after my father. It’s a family business, as you would say, and one that we cherish.”
Gabriel took another sip of his drink. “Is your whole family involved, then?”
“Yes,” William said. My four brothers and two sisters all have large roles in running the institute. Not to mention my wife, who runs the business at my side as headmistress.”
“Will your lovely wife be joining us?” Gabriel asked curiously.
“Shortly,” said William. She’s making her rounds, doing last-minute checks to make sure everything is on the right track for your visit. We run a tight ship around here, but,” he chuckled darkly, "some of the girls are new and still getting acclimated to things.”
“Oh please,” Gabriel laughed. “I completely understand. No need to try and make things seem perfect on my account. I wouldn’t mind seeing a discipline scene or two while I’m here.”
“Good to note,” William nodded.
The two men continued to drink and talk. William explained in more detail the different roles his siblings had. Gabriel was particularly interested in the job of “recruitment” that belonged to William’s youngest sister, Amelia.
“Well, we couldn’t just ask girls off the street if they wanted to join a sex club,” William laughed.
“But recruitment,” Gabriel wiped tears from his eyes. “What a ridiculously normal name for kidnapping. In all seriousness, how do you prevent the police or FBI from knocking down your door? I mean, with all these missing girls, you’d think they’d have someone looking for them.”
“That’s the beauty of it, my friend.” William handed his empty glass to Charlotte without looking at her, knowing the girl would be right there to take it. "They don’t have anyone. They’re orphans, all of them. My brilliant 'Melia—she’s amazing with computers. She finds the girls who won’t be missed and tracks them down as soon as they turn 18. As soon as Greg snatches them, she erases them completely—like they never even existed."
“Well, I’ll be.” Gabriel shook his head, a half-smile on his face. William was glad to see that the man was impressed. He hoped for him to stay that way, and Lizzie shouldn’t be much longer.
In the meantime…
William grabbed Charlotte’s hand and yanked, pulling her over his lap. She gasped but did not struggle as her skirt rode up to expose her rosy cheeks. William rubbed her ass like it was the most normal thing in the world. And it was, to him.
Gabriel groaned at the sight, pawing the tent at the front of his pants. “She’s nice one, she is. Are the other girls like her?”
“Our Lottie is one of our favorites here,” William grinned. “So pretty and obedient and supple.” He gave her a quick, sharp spank that made her squeak. “And she’s always so, so wet.” He rubbed his forefinger along the seem of her pussy, producing a moan that was music to his ears. “Feel for yourself.
William shifted the young maid’s knees so that they spread wider so that Gabriel could have better access. His guest responded to his invitation without hesitation and groaned when he found the truth in William’s words.
“Ah, fuck,” he said. “I’d love to take a turn with her while we have her here. I mean, if we have time.” The confident businessman seemed taken aback for the first time since his arrival, unsure of what to do. His eyes were wide with an almost desperate look.
William suppressed a grin. A helpless, beautiful girl spread out like a feast had the tendency to make a man desperate.
“That can certainly be arranged,” rang out a different voice from the doorway, just as strong and confident as William’s.
The two men turned to greet the newcomer. Gabriel’s hand stilled, but William continued to stroke Charlotte’s rear uninterrupted.
“Gabriel,” he introduced. “Meet my wife, Elizabeth.”
The other man stood to greet the beautiful woman, careful to extend his hand that was not coated in the maid’s wetness. Elizabeth shook it firmly and smiled at him in a way that would make most men drop to their knees. It was a testament to Gabriel’s character that he still stood.
Elizabeth’s elegance and charisma would put any queen to shame. Even when he was courting, William knew the expectations he and his career would have for his future wife, and Elizabeth fulfilled them more than perfectly. Standing at a solid 6’0” in her heels, Elizabeth was as imposing as any man, a feature that did her well in her work at the Institute, even if it was her eyes rather than her height that did the most fear-striking.
Elizabeth greeted her husband with a kiss that was surprisingly chaste for their professions, although this was not surprising to anyone who knew them. Both James were clearly dominant, and neither warmed the other's bed.
It was young Charlotte who experienced the passion that the headmistress did not show her husband. Elizabeth lifted the girl to her feet by the shoulder and pulled her in for a demanding kiss. Charlotte moaned as Elizabeth easily conquered her mouth, entrancing Gabriel with the sight.
When the women separated, Charlotte was a mess. Her hair was mussed, and her lips were swollen and red. Elizabeth’s scarlet lipstick covered the young girl but was perfectly in place on the headmistress’s face.
“It is wonderful to meet you, Gabriel,” Elizabeth said as she turned back to their guest and ignored the now-swaying Charlotte. “I am delighted that you took the time to visit us, and I hope that you like what you see here. We must start our tour now, but I assure you, you will have plenty of time to enjoy dear Charlotte’s charms later.”
Elizabeth turned to the maid, and Charlotte quickly vacated the room at her mistress's wordless command.
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“We train the schoolgirls, as we call them, here on the first floor,” Elizabeth said as she led Gabriel and her husband through the West Wing. “Their classes include yoga, cardio, oral sex, and anal training.”
“Nothing vaginally penetrative?” Gabriel asked as they looked in a window to see a group of nude, attractive young girls posing in various lewd positions. He was so distracted by the sight that he almost missed William’s answer to his question.
“No. All virgin girls are put on this track. We want them to stay that way, so the only stimulation their pussies receive is exterior.”
“Think of these girls as blank slates,” Elizabeth offered as they looked into another classroom. This one looked more like a traditional classroom with the girls reading at desks. Only, these girls were shifting around in their seats, a sure sign that something was up their bottoms, and their reading material was most definitely not school-appropriate.
“They are trained just enough so that they are not completely wild and unfamiliar with anything sexual, but they are innocent enough for masters to train and mold them to fit any type they want.”
“Exactly,” William continued. “Any of these girls has the potential to be a pet, or a baby, or a slave, or anything in between.”
“Their dormitories are in the East Wing,” Elizabeth said as they made their way to the end of the wing. “We keep them in groups of 7-10, depending on the demand. Each group has a master in charge of overseeing their instruction.” She smiled as she said, “The girls are usually very ‘close’ to the other girls in their group. It makes for a very interesting dynamic, to say the least.”
“The schoolgirl route was the second to be established at the Institute,” William was saying when he was cut off by raised voices.
William led the small group over to the classroom from which the noise was coming. From the dildos atop the desks, it was clearly a class on male pleasure. The class’s teacher, Master Eric, had his hand on a brown-haired girl’s wrist. William recognized her as one of the newest girls to be brought in. Cassidy was still learning to accept her place here and was having a hard adjustment period. He remembered a few of the masters talking yesterday about having to discipline her so much. If her behavior did not change soon, he might have to step in.
He would enjoy that very much.
She would not.
“We often have to discipline new girls,” Elizabeth explained to Gabriel, who was watching the scene with great interest. "It is part of the learning process, and we’d prefer them to show their defiance here with us rather than with their masters.”
Gabriel hummed in agreement.
They couldn’t hear much other than faint yelling from Master Eric, but William gathered that Cassidy was refusing to give fellatio to her dildo. As far as he knew, she already attended this class before, so he guessed that she was going up a size today and was freaking out about it.
Master Eric dragged Cassidy over to his desk at the front of the room. He said something to her that made her shake her head. He slapped her on the ass so hard that she jumped. He appeared to give her the same direction, to which she, this time, responded with a nod. Cassidy slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing a pair of shapely legs. She tried to cover her pussy, but stopped after Master Eric yelled once again. She brought her hands to her sides to reveal a plain, white thong.
Watching Cassidy’s face turn bright red with humiliation was a joy. The sight was even more pleasant after Master Eric yanked her around so that her ass faced her classmates and forced her to bend over his desk. This position greatly emphasized her cute, round bottom.
Master Eric spent some time talking to her, presumably about what she had done to earn this punishment. William couldn’t see Cassidy’s face, but he could see her body trembling with what appeared to be sobs.
Poor thing, he thought. She didn’t even have anything to cry about yet.
At Master Eric’s direction, Cassidy reached across the desk and tightly grabbed the other side. Master Eric rubbed the creamy white bottom that he was about to turn blistering red. Without warning, he crashed his hand down on Cassidy’s ass. The girl shrieked and jerked but did not try to cover her bottom.
She had clearly been punished like this before.
William, Elizabeth, and Gabriel watched the scene for about five more minutes, enjoying the young girls' screams, cries, and sobs as the strokes got harder and harder. When Master Eric pulled out a ruler to bring the punishment even further, William suggested to the other two that they should keep going.
Who knew how long poor Cassidy’s bottom would be punished? They certainly couldn’t stand to wait any longer. They had much more of the estate to see.
“This is the cafeteria,” William said, opening the large double doors at the end of the wing. “Ahhh. It appears Masters Gavin and Troy are having their girls eat lunch now.”
“Master Edgar, too,” Elizabeth said, pointing to the third of three large, stoic men who exuded dominance from their stances at the edges of the great room.
The trio on tour stood close to the entrance, watching the two dozen girls eat. From their outfits, it was clear why they were called schoolgirls. But any girl wearing these clothes to school would surely be sent to the principal for disciplinary action. The white blouses were stretched tight over the girls’ breasts, the buttons appearing to hold on for dear life. None of them wore bras, so their nipples were clearly visible beneath the fabric. Their plaid skirts were so short that they didn’t cover their bottoms as they sat. You could easily tell which girls were newer by the ones furiously pulling at their skirts to no avail. White knee socks, plain Mary Jane, and white thongs completed the tantalizing ensemble.
Across from the entrance was a buffet-style setup full of food. Behind this were doors that appeared to lead to the kitchens. Maids like Charlotte came in and out of these doors and pittered about. The masters clearly enjoyed splitting their attention between watching the naughtily dressed schoolgirls and the equally naughtily dressed maids.
William and Elizabeth stood by Gabriel as they talked more about the schoolgirl program at the institute. William was pleased to see that the girls were clearly nervous by his and his wife’s presence. They shook in their seats and averted their eyes. Some of them glanced their way or whispered furiously with the girls next to them. Despite how he would seem, he didn’t mind this. It all added to the schoolgirl effect.
Now that they had seen what the first floor had to offer, it was time to show Gabriel the upstairs.