Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: SmilingWithSin
Title: SmilingFantasies - HWA: Isabelle's Story
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Trials at Harlwood Academy
Summary: Isabelle is a pretty fourteen year old, attending to the
prestigious Harlwood Academy.  However, Harlwood holds a dark secret.  Can
she escape from a school populated by geniuses?
Keywords: m/f, m/g, ped, bd, sad, rape, hum

   Trials at Harlwood Academy - Isabelle's Story

   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION.  All characters in this story
were created by
the author and are not intended to represent real people.  Any

resemblance to real people or events is an unintentional coincidence.  The
author of this story does not support the actions that take place in this
story.  Abuse, humiliation, rape, torture, and molestation of a minor (or
anyone for that matter) are wrong.  This story is a FANTASY and it is not
intended to be taken out of context.  It was created for the sole purpose
of the indulgence of intellectual and sexual fantasies without causing harm
to anyone or anything.

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   Prelude

   The sky had a visible overcast to it as Isabelle's father guided their
station wagon up the winding drive of Harlwood Academy.  The pretty redhead
was starting dully out of the windows, splattered with dirty streaks from
the rainstorm earlier that day.  It had been a six-hour drive from her
former home in New York City, to the remote education institute.  Isabelle
sighed noticeably, earning a knowing glance between her parents.  "Come on,
Isabelle, it won't be that bad," her father piped in cheerfully, "We'll see
you in four months, for Christmas.  Besides, all the brochures say this is
a great place.  You'll get to meet all sorts of people from around the
world." "Yeah...I'm sure it's fine dad." The fourteen year old sighed
again, "But what about all of my friends?  I mean, they all get to go to
high school in New York."

   "You'll make new friends." He frowned slightly, deciding on a different
approach, "Besides, this is for your future.  Harlwood is one of the top
schools in the country.  You were hand picked by the instructors.  They say
you're an amazing writer.  And that award winning author you're always
going on about teaches here...Stafford, or whatever his name is."

   "It's Strambord dad." She interjected with a little flip of her hair.

   "Yeah, him." He gave her a little grin as they pulled up to the
entrance. Taking a parking space near the front door, the two of them
stepped out of the car.  Isabelle was quite a sight to behold in a fourteen
year old.  She stood about 4'10" and was fairly petite, her long red hair
reached down to the middle of her back.  It was a deep crimson, and caught
the light in just such a way as to make her face glow.  Her eyes sparkled
like emeralds in the sun as she cast her gaze up to the stuffy looking
grand arches of the Harlwood Academy.  Her face was soft, and smooth,
completely unmarked by the freckles that dot the complexion of most
redheads.  Her skin was still very fair and most certainly would burn
easily in the sun, keeping her away from the tanning booths that had become
so common a field trip for high school girls.  Her lips were surprisingly
full and could twist into the most lovely smile when the mood struck her.

   The uniform of Harlwood was the picture of cute schoolgirl.  It
consisted of a blue blazer, embroidered with the Harlwood Academy crest.  A
white, collared blouse with a short, simple black tie was beneath it.  She
also wore a plaid skirt, which was tailored surprisingly high for a school
uniform, especially at such a conservative institution.  It stopped about
six inches above the knee.  Her father didn't quite approve, but not being
very wealthy himself, he wasn't going to make a fuss about something so
trivial.  The ensemble was completed with knee-high socks and slip on black
loafers, polished to a high shine.

   Isabelle shifted uncomfortably for a moment, before following her father
up the steps of the grandiose building.  Something about this school didn't
seem right to the fourteen-year-old girl.  She couldn't put her finger on
it, as her father lifted up the heavy iron knocker and rapped it against
the door twice.  A few moments later a stuffy looking man dressed in a
tweed jacket opened the front door.  He looked the pair up and down for a
moment before saying softly, "Ah, Mister Brooks.  And this must be
Isabelle. I'm Professor Dawbs.  I am a professor of history." He smiled as
he turned his attention to the young girl, his eyes giving her a once over,
"Yes, yes you definitely look as if you'll fit in here, Miss Brooks. 
Please, do come in and we'll give you the tour."

   The pair was lead into the entrance hall, and it very much looked like
something out of a nineteenth-century painting.  The interior was composed
of high, vaulted ceilings and marble flooring.  Great works of art hung on
the walls and ceramics and sculptures were displayed on pedestals dotting
the floor.  "This is the entrance hall, and it is something we take great
pride in here at Harlwood.  We have paintings from all over the world
displayed here, as well as sculptures that are on loan from museums across
the country!" The tour guide grinned to Mr.  Brooks, before glancing at
Isabelle, "Does your daughter enjoy the arts, Mr.  Brooks?"

   "Oh...she dabbles a bit.  Her real passion is writing though." He smiled
brightly at his daughter for a moment, before looking back to the
professor. "Her mother and I are very proud of her."

   "Yes, indeed!  We've got quite the program here at Harlwood.  Our
literature staff is highly praised in the Community." The professor
practically beamed with pride as he looked down to Isabelle.  "I've heard
good things about you Miss Brooks.  We hold our students to a high standard
here, and I trust that you are up to the challenge."

   Isabelle shifted just slightly, looking up to the professor.  She had
that same uneasy feeling looking at him as she had when she was looking up
at the academy building.  There was something simply not genuine about him
and the school.  "I-I'll try my best, sir.  I've been told I'm a very good
student, and if I was accepted here, by invitation no less, then I feel
that I will be up to curriculum.  Umm...may I ask a question?"

   "Certainly, my dear.  Ask anything you like."

   "Is Mr.  Strambord going to be teaching this semester?" her voice was a
little meek as she asked, and she blushed ever so slightly.

   "Mr.  Strambord, I'm afraid is away for much of the semester.  But as I
understand it, he should be visiting on several occasions to speak to the
literature department.  I'm sure that arrangements can be made to meet him
if you like."

   Isabelle brightened considerably at that, nearly beaming as she looked
back to the professor.  "I'm certainly looking forward to that, sir."

   "Well!  Let's continue with the tour, shall we?  Right this way you'll
find the dining room." The professor continued on with the tour, leading
the pair throughout the academy building.  Isabelle wasn't paying a lot of
attention as they moved through the school.  She looked at this and that,
but mostly her mind was wandering.  Her idol, Peter Strambord taught at
this school!  She'd read both of the novels that he'd written, and there
was something raw and powerful about him.  Her father didn't understand, no
one else seemed to either.  His stories were just so engrossing to the
fourteen year.

   "Oof!" Isabelle let out a sudden grunt and nearly fell to the floor as
she careened straight into the first student that she'd seen on campus
since she had arrived.  She was caught by a surprisingly strong hand and
looked up to meet the eyes of the wall she had just crashed into. 
"Uh...geez, I'm so sorry!  My first day here and I'm already making an ass
of myself." Her father and the professor were standing at the end of the
hall, Mr.  Brooks feigning interest in a painting as the professor dragged
on and on about its significance to the college.  She was left alone, for
the most part with the boy she had just run into.

   He didn't seem much older than her, maybe fifteen or sixteen.  He had
deep blue eyes that seemed to mark a deep intelligence.  His dark brown
hair was very neatly combed and parted in the center.  He wore the same
dark blue blazer as Isabelle as well as a matching white shirt and tie. 
Smooth, lint-free trousers replaced the skirt, and he wore the boy's
version of the black loafers.  "Heh, don't worry about it.  It seems to
happen every time we get a new student.  More often than not, I end up
being the resident student greeter." He smirked to her for a moment, his
eyes slipped up and down her body the way that young boys always seem to
look at a pretty, young girl.  Isabelle blushed for a moment, after all, he
was very handsome, before she spoke in a meek voice, "I'm Isabelle."

   "Well, it's nice to meet you Isabelle.  I'm Matthus.  Matthus Shawn." He
extended a hand to her, which she accepted shyly, slipping her delicate
fingers into his grip.  They shook for a moment, before the professor came
up behind them.

   "Ah!  I see you've met our star pupil!  Mr.  Shawn is the son of one of
our most generous benefactors.  In fact, without him our illustrious
institution wouldn't be operating today.  And to top it all off, he's
considered to be one of the smartest young men in the educational community
today."

   "Oh?  What subjects are you taking?" Isabelle tilted her head towards
Matthus just slightly, as she folded her hands behind her back.

   "I have...private tutors actually.  You see...I've already completed my
coursework here at the Academy," scratching his chin for a moment before
continuing, "Hrm...let's see I've been working with Peter, Silvia,
Victoria, and Helga over the summer.  I've been putting together a few
projects recently." He grinned at that, looking between Isabelle and the
professor.

   "P...Peter?  As in Peter Strambord?!" Isabelle nearly choked.  "You mean
you're working with him?  As in, like, collaboration?" She was in shock
that a student could be working so close with her idol.

   "Oh yeah, Peter and I actually did some work together on his latest
novel.  I helped him work past some of his writer's block, threw out some
ideas, that sort of thing.  I could introduce you to him next time he's
around.  He should be back in a few weeks." Isabelle swallowed noticeably
and could only nod.  She certainly was not missing New York any longer.  "I
should get going though.  I'm supposed to meet Victoria and Helga to work
on a piece.  You'd think I was running the place with as much work as I
seem to do around here." He gave Isabelle a little smile, before waving to
the professor and Mr.  Brooks.  "It was nice meeting you, I'll be sure to
see you around soon Isabelle."

   "B...bye!" Isabelle called out softly, still too shocked to really
respond.

   "Yes indeed," the professor chimed in, "quite a fine boy he is.  He'll
be able to do anything he wants in life.  Of course, most of our students
will.  He's just one of the fine examples of students we get from all over
the world.  Nearly fifty in all." The professor turned to continue the
tour, and Isabelle slipped up next to her father.

   "You are so lucky you're here on a scholarship, honey.  I don't think
we'd come close to being able to pay for this all by ourselves." Her father
looked around for a moment, before smiling to his daughter, "I hope that
you understand the opportunity you've got here."

   "Oh, I do dad.  I don't miss New York all that much anymore.  To think,
I'm going to meet Peter Strambord in just a few weeks!" She gave her father
a big hug then, and grinned to him.  "Thank you dad."

   "You're welcome honey.  See, I told you that you'd like it here.  Plus
you got to meet a cute boy on your first day." He grinned for a moment,
even as she swatted at him.

   A noticeable blush flared on Isabelle's cheeks, such a stark contrast to
her pale skin.  "Dad!"

   Chapter 1 - "Opening" Ceremonies

   Isabelle's first few days at Harlwood, before the academic year
officially began were filled with that same uncomfortable feeling that
everything around here wasn't quite real.  At first she shrugged it off as
simply her trying to adjust to a new environment, one that was admittedly
very different from her previous life.  The students took their meals in a
large dining room, sitting at a single table.  She couldn't get used to the
idea of eating such amazing food on a regular basis.  A visiting chef
apparently made all of the food.  She was told that he was hired away from
one of the top restaurants in the country, which at this point didn't
surprise her.  Everything at Harlwood seemed to just scream at being the
best, and she started to feel a little inadequate.

   The ratio of girls to boys at Harlwood was surprisingly high, twenty-six
girls to twelve boys.  It certainly didn't make the prospect of blossoming
romance easy for starry-eyed young girls.  However, as was pointed out many
times during her orientation, they weren't there to find love.  They were
at Harlwood to be transformed into brilliant minds.  The week had been
spent getting to know the girls she had been rooming with.  She shared a
room with two other girls, Sarah and Hailey.  Sarah was a pretty Japanese
girl, with soft features and shoulder length hair.  She had a cute little
upturned nose and her complexion was creamy and light.  Her frame was
lithe, like most Asian girls, and she stood at only 4'6".  When Isabelle
found out that she was only thirteen, having come to Harlwood at age
twelve, she was a bit surprised.  "Thirteen?!  Wow, you must really have a
lot of talent to have come here at such a young age."

   "Not as much as you'd think.  For some reason most of the girls that are
brought here are fairly young.  I think one of the new girls is only ten!
The instructors say that girls progress faster at a younger age than boys,
so when they find a talented student, they are willing to bring them into
the school very quickly." Isabelle blushed slightly, and once more felt
somewhat inferior.  She was going to be one of the oldest girls here, and
she was new!

   Hailey was certainly different from Sarah, which made Isabelle feel a
little better about being older.  Hailey was sixteen and had been attending
the school for three years.  She stood at about 5'7" with silky brown hair.
Her face was soft and heart shaped with dark brown eyes and a small nose.
Her frame could only be described as voluptuous.  She wasn't overweight,
but she was certainly curvy.  Her chest was ample as well; Isabelle
estimated she wore a C cup, compared to her modest A.  The three of them
were sitting, with legs crossed on their beds.  "I wouldn't be too worried
about it, Isabelle.  You're not the only new girl.  I think I heard one of
the professors saying there were five other girls who just enrolled. 
Besides, we're all pretty close here." Hailey exchanged glances with Sarah
for a moment, as if trying to decide whether she should add more.  Sarah
frowned slightly and shook her head a little.

   Isabelle didn't miss the exchange, and no being stupid she piped up,
"What is it?  Come on, you guys can't do that to me and expect me to keep
quiet.  What aren't you telling me?" She was leaning forward now, her hands
folded in her lap.

   Hailey sighed softly, and glanced down for a second before meeting
Isabelle's gaze.  "Alright...but you can't let on that you know about this.
There is one group of girls that you should watch out for.  They really
just look out for themselves."

   Sarah chipped in, "They are real brown nosers." She turned her nose up
in disgust at that.

   "Really, they are just plain mean.  They just do anything they can to
get you in trouble, especially if they think you're getting extra
attention. Lisa is their "leader" and she is probably the worst of them. 
Just watch your back around them.  They can be a real problem."

   "Geez, I figured I wouldn't have to deal with stuff like that anymore, "
Isabelle let out a sigh and slumped back onto her bed.  "Well, at least I
get to meet Mr.  Strambord." From her reclining position Isabelle didn't
catch the look that the two girls shot between each other this time.

   "Oh...it's the day for the opening ceremonies tomorrow." Sarah grinned
over to Hailey.  "I hear Matthus managed to smuggle some champagne onto
campus!"

   "Really?!  Thank god, I hate how strict they are about alcohol.  I mean,
really, we're some of the smartest kids in the country.  They trust us
enough not to go fucking around but they keep up the mandatory alcohol and
drug inspections."

   Isabelle sat up at the mention of Matthus, "So...what kind of guy is
Matthus?" She was blushing slightly as she asked that, her gaze lowered as
she attempted to feign interest in playing with the hem of her skirt.

   "Got a little crush on him, huh?" Hailey couldn't help but smirk as she
looked over to Isabelle.  "I think most of us got over that our first years
here.  Really, he's something of a mystery to most of us.  He says he's
completed all of the coursework, but honestly I've never seen him in a
class in the three years I've been here.  He's always out and about and
working on his 'projects' with the faculty.  But he's really smart, and
popular.  The guys will pretty much do whatever he says, along with most of
the girls.  Even Lisa and her little group behave themselves when he's
around.  Remember the time when Matthus caught them trying to frame Maddy
for destroying the chem.  lab?" Hailey burst out laughing at that.

   Sarah giggled too, "Yeah!  He made Lisa scrub up all of the green goop
by herself, and it turned out it was corrosive to clothing!"

   Hailey doubled over, and Isabelle couldn't help but giggle at that
thought as well.  From what she'd heard she didn't care for Lisa at all. 
Hailey added in between fits of laughing, "And...and when her skirt
cau-caught on the railing!  S-sh-she tore off her skirt and had to go
running down the hallway trying to hold up her panties cause the elastic
dissolved!" By now the room was filled with the sounds of three girls
caught in the throws of unrestrained laughter.

   Isabelle didn't think much of it that night, but as she was trying to
fall asleep she heard Sarah get up and slip out of the room.  She thought
it was kind of strange, but soon she was slipping away into
unconsciousness. She always slept like a log, and had trouble getting up
for much of anything before she had her eight hours.  She didn't know when
Sarah got back, but when she woke up the next morning, her roommate was
sound asleep in her own bed.

   That morning was a flurry of activity.  The opening ceremonies were a
grand tradition at Harlwood, and Isabelle found out later that it was
entirely run and managed by the students.  Everyone was busy getting things
ready, and Isabelle found herself without anything to do.  She attempted to
corner a passing student to ask who was organizing the evening, but the
girl quickly slipped away with some evasive words.  Finally, after half an
hour of trying to find someone, Isabelle ran into Matthus, literally.

   "Oof!  Oh...it's you again Isabelle." Matthus smiled down to her and
helped her to her feet.

   'Oh God!  I'm such a klutz, I did it again!." Isabelle's face was
flaming red in her embarrassment.

   "That's alright, don't worry about it.  There are a lot worse things
that could happen.  You could be running into one of these hundred thousand
dollar sculptures!" Matthus chuckled and turned to be on his way.

   "Wait!  Um...do you know who's organizing this?  I mean...I'd like to
lend a hand if I could."

   "Well, I'm organizing it.  But as for lending a hand, sorry, new
students aren't allowed to help out.  It's kind of a surprise, believe me
you'll definitely find it interesting." Matthus grinned to her before
taking off to do whatever business he had to finish, leaving Isabelle a
little lost and confused.

   She decided to go exploring for a little while.  She went through the
familiar rooms that had been on the tour and even slipped down the boys'
dormitory hallway.  She found the door with Matthus' name on it, and
reached for the handle.  She was just about to open it when she heard the
sounds of two boys walking towards the dormitories.  She panicked and tried
to turn the knob.  It was locked!  A little frantic, she reached for the
next closest door and slipped inside.  Pressing her ear to the door, she
heard the sounds of the boys getting closer and closer to the room she was
hiding in.  Almost too late she realized that she must have picked their
room!  Quickly slipping into the closet, she tried to step over various
pieces of sports equipment and nearly fell flat on her face.  She was able
to close the door before the boys entered the room, but she was caught in a
rather uncomfortable position.  There was a baseball bat caught beneath her
skirt, and it was poking her in the ass cheek.  She didn't dare move for
fear of being discovered.  When the boys were in the room, their
conversation gradually reached her ears.  "...won't know what hit 'em."

   "They'll be crying and whimpering before the first few swats of this
thing.  Heh, I love the opening ceremonies." A boy with a deep voice was
the first that she heard.  Boys!  Isabelle thought, they are all the same.
They can't keep from hazing the new guys.

   "Me too.  Oh man did you see some of the new girls?  They are so hot, "
it was a younger voice this time, obviously not fully through puberty yet.
His voice cracked slightly when he spoke.

   "Yeah, that redhead is really cute," the first boy added, "But I hear
Matthus says she's off limits." Isabelle's heart skipped a beat.  She'd
heard that Matthus was influential with the students, but did that mean
that he liked her?  She swallowed once and blushed heavily.  She was
positively radiating a hot red glow from her face, and she was sure that
the rest of her body would be matching her hair at this rate.  Matthus must
like her to go to that kind of trouble!  Maybe he was just shy, or waiting
for the right time to ask her out.  Her attention was brought back to the
conversation then.  "She was hand picked by Strambord, I think."

   "Really?  Heh, well who knew.  I'm surprised he has that much pull
around here, with as little as he actually seems to do around here." The
second boy added, Isabelle nearly giggled when his voice broke on the word
"pull", but she managed to stifle it.

   "Well, let's get back to work.  I just needed to put this away until
tonight.  We are so going to make them scream." Laughing together, the two
boys left the room and walked back down the hallway.  A few minutes later,
Isabelle slipped out of the closet, rubbing her backside where the bat had
been poking her.  She knew her fair skin was going to have a welt there. 
She hoped that they didn't have a swim class or anything, or else she'd
just have a big red welt on her ass.  Glancing around, she spotted what the
two boys had been talking about.  It was a paddle, nearly three feet long
with a solid looking handle.  She gulped, and was glad that girls were a
bit more civilized.  She was sure the worst hazing she'd have to endure was
telling some dirty little secret about herself or something like that.

   Isabelle left the room and retreated to her own.  As she was walking
down the hallway, she nearly smacked herself when she realized that she
didn't have to run at the sight of two boys.  She had the most convenient
excuse of being one of the "new girls".  She could have said she was
looking for something, anything.  She frowned to herself the whole way back
to her room.  When she got there, she found that she was alone.  She let
out a little sigh and sat down on her bed, settled in to read a book until
the ceremonies that night.

   About two hours before the ceremony was set to begin, Sarah and Hailey
returned to the room.  Isabelle had fallen asleep, and was awoken by the
light shaking of Hailey.  "Time to get up sleepy-head.  You need to get
ready for the ceremony." Hailey grinned to the blurry-eyed redhead, before
moving over to the wardrobe to get out her school uniform.  "It's
definitely going to be great this year!  Don't you agree Sarah?"

   "Definitely," she said as she slipped out of her work clothes and went
to change her underwear.  "The food looks like it's going to be great.  And
I hear Matthus has a special speech prepared tonight.  He says it's going
to be a little different than last year." Sarah giggled as she slipped into
a fresh pair of underwear that seemed a little risqué to Isabelle's tastes.

   "So...what's going to happen tonight?" Isabelle smiled between her two
roommates.  "Come on, you guys can tell me.  I promise I won't spread it
around."

   The two other girls were marked by serious expressions when she asked
that, "Sorry Isabelle.  We're not allowed to say anything about tonight. 
None of the new kids are allowed to know anything about it." Hailey spoke
with a heavy tone, the corners of her mouth tugged down in a slight frown.
"But you don't have to worry, " she smiled, "It isn't dangerous or
anything, we all went through the ceremony and we're all fine.  It's just a
little embarrassing is all." The three girls continued to get ready for the
event, Isabelle slipping off to get a shower before the bathroom was too
crowded with girls.

   When she returned to her room, she dressed quickly in a fresh uniform
and followed her roommates down to the first floor to wait in the entrance
hall.  The hall was very crowded, and she noticed that the sculptures had
been removed, no doubt to protect them from careless students.  Isabelle
looked around over the crowd, trying to catch sight of Matthus, but she
didn't see him anywhere.  She chatted idly with a few of the girls she had
seen at dinner and around the campus.  Everyone remained tight lipped about
the events that were to take place that evening, a fact that was steadily
beginning to worry Isabelle.

   Eventually, the doors to the dining hall were opened wide to the
expectant crowd of students.  Professor Dawbs was standing in the entrance,
and smiled brightly to the students.  "It's good to see all of you here at
the start of another, of what I hope to be, excellent year at Harlwood
Academy.  Tonight is an opportunity for all of you to fraternize and make
acquaintances with your fellow students.  We place a great deal of trust in
our student body, and as a result we've managed to have the students host
and police this event every year without any incidents.  We hope that
you'll have a good time tonight and make many friends among the student
body.  And to our new students, classes start promptly at Ten o'clock
tomorrow morning.  Please do not be late." With that, Professor Dawbs
turned and headed up the stairwell to the instructors apartments on the
third floor.

   Isabelle swallowed hard as the assembly of students shuffled forward
into the dining hall.  The lights in the hall were low, mostly lit by
candles on hanging chandeliers.  It gave the whole affair an eerie glow,
the kind of atmosphere that one might see in a movie about secret orders
and rituals in some dark cave.  Isabelle shuddered slightly, and took her
seat, which was marked with a simple place card.  She looked around
nervously to the students that surrounded her.  She didn't know any of
them, but she caught sight of the name on the card next to her, Lisa
Renfield.  She swallowed heavily and just hoped that it wasn't the same
Lisa she had heard so many rumors about.  Shifting uncomfortably, she
looked towards one end of the hall.  There was a large, square area that
had been cleared.  It was maybe ten feet by ten feet.  Dancing!  Maybe
they'll have dancing tonight!  Isabelle thought with a smile.  She loved to
dance.

   Once everyone was settled, the room fell silent.  Matthus emerged from
the far door, and moved to stand in the middle of the cleared area.  He
spoke loudly across the hall, and all of the students who were gathered
turned their attention to him.  "Good evening everyone.  It's great to see
you all back for another year here.  As you know, this is going to be quite
a year for us.  We have seven new students, and as some of you have heard
we're gaining a new teacher later in the year as well.  For those of you
who have been with me since I came here six years ago, you know we're not
an ordinary school.  I made a promise to many of you then, and I certainly
am up to keeping my promise of doing the best job here that I am able to."
Isabelle was a bit confused with this speech.  It seemed genuine enough,
but something in the manner Matthus was delivering it struck her as odd. 
"Now, the food will be served first, and I brought a little surprise for
everyone!" Turning around, he wheeled a cart containing numerous bottles of
champagne.  Isabelle giggled; apparently it wasn't just a rumor.  "I had to
pull some strings, but I figured we deserved it after all the hard work
we've put in over the years.  Enjoy, everyone." Almost immediately the
servers came out and began to place food in front of the students.  With
surprising speed the first course was served, and the evening was off to a
fine start.  The champagne was poured and the students chatted merrily
about this and that.

   As the dining began to wind down and the students were satisfied,
Isabelle began to feel a little more comfortable.  Strangely the portions
weren't very filling, they were simply satisfying.  Matthus rose up from
his seat at the end of the table and spoke out over the din.  Immediately
everyone quieted down.  "Now that you've all enjoyed your meal, and I do
hope that none of you are stuffed, let's start the evenings entertainment."
Entertainment?  I wonder what it's going to be, Isabelle thought to
herself. Her nervousness began to return then, as she thought back to the
conversation of the boys in the dormitories.  "Would the seven new students
please come up to the cleared area, please?" Many of the boys shifted in
their seats, as Isabelle and the rest of the girls stood up at their seats.
She fidgeted, feeling everyone's eyes on her and the others as they moved
up to the cleared area.  "Stand in a line please, everyone.  Markus, you
stand at the end, " Matthus spoke, addressing the lone boy in the group of
seven.  "Everyone, this is Isabelle, Miranda, Silvia, Alexi, Amanda, Trudy,
and Markus.  Please welcome them to our fine institution." Isabelle
swallowed heavily when she looked at Matthus's face.  He seemed to have a
sort of glee in his eyes.  Something definitely wasn't right here, and the
worry began to rise up to a fear.  "Now...as you all know we put all our
new students through a certain ceremony on the first day.  All of you went
through it, and now these seven will endure it as well.  Please take your
positions."

   Isabelle glanced down the line at the other girls, who also seemed to be
shifting uncomfortably.  It was obvious that none of them liked being on
display.  Miranda to her left was a cute little girl, the youngest of the
group.  She must be the ten year old that was enrolled this year, Isabelle
mused.  The girl had brown hair done up in two pigtails.  Her hair must
have been fairly long, because in pigtails it fell almost to the middle of
her back.  She had a cute, round face and a tiny nose.  She looked around
with bright blue eyes and met Isabelle with a strained smile.  She was
obviously as uncomfortable now as Isabelle was.  Silvia was older, probably
as old as Isabelle was.  Her skin was a dark tan, and she looked to be
Spanish, or Portuguese.  She had dark eyes and dark black hair.  Her
features were sharp.  Her nerves seemed fairly steady, and she just stared
straight ahead.  The fourth girl, Alexi was a short, blonde.  She was best
described as nerdy.  She was willowy and wore thick glasses.  Her hair was
plain and hung down over her shoulders in straight curtains.  Amanda, by
contrast was gorgeous.  She looked almost fully developed, and had a bust
that strained against the blazer.  Her hair hung down in auburn waves and
her make-up was perfect.  Dark mascara outlined soft green eyes, flecked
with yellow.  She looked to be about sixteen.  When she looked back up,
Isabelle noticed that six of the other boys had risen up from their seats
and were moving towards them.  The six boys took up positions behind the
line and simply waited.  Matthus spoke up once more, his voice betraying a
certain level of excitement.  "Now!  Let the opening ceremony really
begin!" With that, the six boys moved forward, and each grabbed hold of one
of the girls.  Strong arms hooked beneath the arms of each of the girls,
and lifted them slightly off of the ground.  The boys clasped their fingers
behind the girls' heads and then the girls were pressed forward to throw
them off balance.  Isabelle struggled violently, trying to kick back at her
assailant.  "Wh-what the fuck are you doing?!  Matthus?  What's going on
here?" A few of the girls started to panic.  Little Miranda simply burst
out crying.  She had been picked clean off of the floor, being much too
short for the boys to hold in place as the others had been.  Matthus turned
to face Isabelle, the boys at the table snickering and laughing at the
helpless girls.  "What we're doing, Isabelle, is whatever these fine boys
want...with my approval of course." He seemed completely different.  Those
eyes, that had been so kind and intelligent before, were now twisted.  They
shined with a disturbing excitement.  "You see, the students here have an
enormous amount of freedom...well...some of them do anyway.  I'll explain
the simple situation to you girls." He began to pace up and down the line
of struggling girls.  Miranda had stopped her wailing when Matthus started
to speak, but was still sniffling softly.  "Six years ago, we entered into
a little pact.  I agreed to plan something no one else could have, and the
boys in turn gave me their support and chose me as their leader.  With no
one the wiser, we began to take control over one of the more aggravating
aspects of coming here.  Overachieving little sluts like you, Isabelle. 
Always flaunting yourselves and your accomplishments.  You stupid little
cunts make me sick." There were a few snickers from the boys who held the
line of girls in place, before Matthus continued.  "So, after six years
we've gotten the female students firmly under control.  And each year we
break in all the new girls to the way things are supposed to be.  Most of
them learn pretty quick, after-all it is my genius that set all this into
motion.  I've gotten quite good at breaking little sluts." Isabelle gasped
when Matthus took a step towards her, but rather than moving to her, he
stopped at Miranda.  Her eyes were wide in her fright, as Matthus reached
to cup her chin in his hand.  He forced her to look at him, "Tonight is the
initiation for the new girls, and we start off with some entertaining
punishments." "Punishments?  What the hell are you talking about?" Silvia
spoke up then, breaking her blank stare, "You can't do this to u-." She was
cut off by a sudden smack.  Matthus had brought the back of his hand across
the side of her face.  "Quiet, you stupid cunt.  I wasn't finished with my
speech.  Robert...gag this whore." A dark haired boy, who looked to be
about thirteen, jumped up from the table and rushed forward.  Obviously
something had been planned before hand, because he immediately reached
beneath Silvia's skirt and grabbed hold of her panties.  With a sudden
tearing sound the cotton undergarment was ripped from her legs.  Her
underwear was wadded into a ball, which Robert then began to stuff into her
mouth.  It was a bit of a struggle, but he managed to accomplish his task.
His hand clamped over Silvia's mouth until he replaced it with a strip of
duct tape.  The other boys were laughing as Silvia struggled to free
herself from her bondage.  Isabelle let out a horrified gasp, but stayed
quiet, lest she be subjected to something worse.  After Matthus was
satisfied, he continued his speech, "Well now that we won't have anymore
interruptions, I'm going to make my choice for my personal little plaything
this evening.  And I think I'm going to enjoy little Miranda tonight. 
She's so vulnerable, look, she's positively shaking." At his words Miranda
lost the battle to fight back her tears.  They were rolling down her cheeks
and her chest was rising and falling with wracking sobs.  "Aw...there,
there little Miranda.  Don't waste all your tears just yet.  I'm going to
do horrible things to you tonight, and its all the sweeter when you're
crying." "You Monster!" It was Isabelle this time, who positively spat the
words out, following up with a particularly accurate bit of saliva, which
landed on Matthus's cheek.  "You leave her alone you son-of-a-bitch!  Can't
you see she's already traumatized?!" Matthus looked over to her for a
moment, as her saliva ran down the side of his cheek.  "Just for that
little uncalled for outburst, I'm going to start with little Miranda here.
You're lucky I'm saving you, cunt.  Otherwise, I'd make such an example of
you you'd be lucky to be sane by the end of it." He growled, his eyes
narrowed in his anger.  He reached down to grab hold of Miranda's hair, his
fingers twisting into one long pigtail.  With his attention once more on
the ten year old, he leaned in very close to her face.  Tears were still
rolling down her cheeks, though her sobs had lessened somewhat.  She hadn't
said a word all night, but just then, as he moved in close to her, she
whimpered, "Please...let me go home to my mommy." "Sorry, Miranda...you
won't be seeing your mommy for a long time.  Now, you're going to be a good
girl and lick off this mess that little bitch Isabelle made, understand?"
Turning his cheek to her, Miranda twisted visibly in disgust.  Matthus gave
a sudden twist of her hair, yanking hard on one pigtail.  "Understand?!"
"Ow, ow, ow!" She squealed as her hair was abused.  She nodded ever so
slightly and her tongue slipped out to lick up the slimy spit from
Matthus's cheek.  Miranda sobbed heavily as she cleaned up the mess.  Her
eyes were puffy and red from all of her crying.  "Good girl..." Matthus
patted her head as if she was a dog, "Alright...strip her William.  And
make sure that slut, Isabelle gets tied to the post.  I want her to see
every minute of what is going to go on tonight." The boys dragged the other
girls off to the side, as William began to pull off the uniform that
covered up Miranda.  Letting her drop to her knees, he began to pull off of
her blazer.  The ten year old did nothing to resist as the older boy tugged
off the jacket.  It was carelessly tossed aside, before he crouched down to
unbutton her blouse.  Her nipples were tiny little nubs, no larger than a
dime, with tight little pebbles at their tip.  Once that was off, he
pressed her forward and slid off her skirt.  She was left in her panties,
knee-high socks, and her little black shoes.  Matthus grinned, and raised
his hand for William to stop.  "That'll do for now.  I think I like that
look for my little plaything.  Leave her like that." Isabelle was shaking
with rage, Who the fuck does he think he is?!  she thought.  She barely
even noticed that she was being dragged off to the corner, where her hands
were quickly bound to a large post that she'd never noticed before.  Her
feet soon followed, though surprisingly the boy who had been holding her
did not gag her.  The boy left her alone in the corner, where she had a
full view of Matthus, towering over the kneeling form of the quivering ten
year old.  "What are you going to do to her?!" She raged to him.  One of
the boys brought the large paddle forward, and suddenly Isabelle realized
what that conversation had been all about.  "Oh God!  No!  God, NO!  Don't
you touch her you animal!" Matthus was completely ignoring her at this
point, as he took the offered paddle.  Miranda's sobs were renewed when she
saw the implement being passed between the boys.  Matthus reached down
then, grabbing hold of one of her pigtails he began to hoist her up.  The
pain was immediate and she began to squeal again, her arms thrashing as she
tried to grab the hand that dragged her to her feet.  When she was
standing, Matthus released her hair, and gripped one shoulder tightly with
his left hand.  With him standing at her side, he pushed her forward just a
bit, her tiny ass sticking out behind her.  She knew what was coming, and
her body was shaking uncontrollably.  The large paddle was raised high by
the older boy, and brought down with a sickening sound on her pert ass.

   *SMACK*

   The sound echoed through the hall, followed by the agonized shriek of
the ten year old, and the boys cheered.  Apparently it signaled the start
of something.  Their captors stripped the other four girls almost
immediately, and the other boys grabbed girls of their own from the seats.
Sarah and Hailey were taken, along with most of the other girls as well. 
One very attractive blonde girl, the one that had been sitting next to
Isabelle got up on her own, and moved towards Matthus.  Isabelle hadn't
taken the time to look at her earlier, but now she had a nice, long look
from her vantage point.  Lisa Renfield was about 5'3", with blonde hair
reaching down to the small of her back.  It was straight and radiant.  Her
features were a little sharp, with a haughty upturned nose.  She had a long
face, ending in a pointed chin.  Deep blue eyes sparkled with malevolence.
Her lips were full, and coated in a pink, glossy lipstick.  She carried her
lithe frame with a superior attitude, and it was clear she thought of
herself as better than the other girls that were currently being stripped
and manhandled in the room.  And she seemed to be immune from the physical
attacks as well, as she strolled past boys who cast longing looks at her,
before their attention went back to the girls they were molesting.

   The girl stood near Matthus for a moment, before leaning close to
whisper something to him.  He turned to her and said something in return,
though Isabelle was too far away to hear what was said.  Matthus brought
down the paddle onto the poor girl's ass several more times in succession.
Each swat brought forth a squeal of pain from the little girl.  By the
fifth swing, she obviously lost control.  She could barely breathe from the
sobbing, and her white cotton underwear, already damp with the sweat became
stained.  Apparently the poor girl hadn't gone to the bathroom before her
abuse started, and the sheer pain from it made her lose control of her
bladder.  The yellow stream ran down both of her legs and dripped through
the cotton.  Her face was flushed with humiliation and pain, her entire
body glowing a bright red.  The sight brought a haughty laugh from Matthus,
who turned to announce it to the entire room, "It seems our little Miranda
had an accident.  She has just pissed herself, ladies and gentlemen." A few
of the girls giggled, and the boys laughed loudly.  Lisa held her side and
laughed right along with them, bending over and saying something to Miranda
that made the poor girl lower her head in complete shame.

   Isabelle was in complete shock.  How can anyone get away with this?! 
She raged in her own mind.  And this has been going on for SIX years?!  One
of the girls brought out a mop and bucket and began to clean up the mess
that had been made on the floor by Miranda's accident.  Her panties had
been peeled off and tossed into the mop bucket, leaving the young girl's
ass completely exposed, and her hairless pussy in the view of any in the
room.  The little girl didn't even seem to care, her sobs now a dull
whimper and her body somewhat limp in Matthus's firm grip.  Meanwhile, Lisa
had gone to get a glass of water, which she then began to pour down
Miranda's thighs.  When she was finished washing her off, Matthus spoke to
Lisa, this time loud enough for Isabelle to hear.  "Get me a chair."

   Lisa nodded quickly, "Of course, Master." Isabelle found it odd that
Lisa would call Matthus that.  Though this entire night was twisted and
bizarre.  The ropes holding her to the post began to cut her circulation,
and she shifted in an attempt to free up some blood flow.  The redhead hung
her head as she pondered the situation.  There wasn't anything she could do
right now, except to cry.  Tears came to her eyes, even though she tried to
hold them back.  The sounds of girls being raped, fondled, and paddled was
all around her.  She couldn't believe she was in a situation like this. 
The sound of a chair scraping over the floor brought her tear stained eyes
up to the scene before her.  Matthus was down seated upon the chair, which
was facing directly at Isabelle.  Lisa helped to lift Miranda up and into
his lap, before she knelt down in front of the two.  What is she doing? 
Isabelle thought.  Her question was answered soon enough as Lisa reached up
to free Matthus's cock from the confines of his trousers.  She began to
stroke and lick the semi-erect member, smearing her saliva thickly over the
bulbous purple head.  She was close enough to get a good view of what was
happening.  As Matthus's cock swelled under the attention, it grew to a
surprising size.  It had to be at least eight inches long and an inch and a
half thick!  The sight made Isabelle blush, but only until she realized
what was going to happen to the poor ten year old.  Lisa continued to
stroke and lick his shaft for several moments, before a last her attention
shifted.  She was now licking Miranda's tiny pussy.  She could see Lisa's
pink tongue slipping up and down the length of her cunt, swirling around
the clit for a moment, before gliding back down to dip into the sweet honey
pot.  Miranda had her eyes tightly shut, and her fingers were clenched
tightly.  Matthus reached around her small torso, his arms slipping beneath
Miranda's, and he caught each tiny nipple between a thumb and forefinger.
Isabelle looked away as the older boy began to twist and pull on the little
nubs.  The sensation brought little squeaks and squeals from the girl, as
her torso thrashed slightly from the pain.  Her body twisted and turned
under the unwanted attention.  Several minutes of the molestation passed
before Lisa backed away, her lips and chin covered in a slight sheen.  Her
tongue licked out over the wetness, before she spoke, "She's pretty wet
now, Master.  Are you sure you don't want any Vaseline?  I had trouble even
getting my tongue inside of her, Master." "No, Isabelle saw to that with
her little outburst.  Little Miranda is just going to take all that I have
to offer without the aid of her lubricant.  Don't worry Miranda, I'll
probably have to use some when I fuck you in that tiny little ass of
yours." He laughed cruelly, even as his hands slipped down from her chest
to cup beneath the ten-year-old's knees.  Lifting her up with ease, Lisa
reached down to hold Matthus's cock firmly in place.  As Matthus lowered
the girl down, Lisa reached up with her other hand and grabbed Miranda's
hip tightly.  At first nothing seemed to happen.  Matthus's cock was just
much too larger for Miranda's tiny little love canal.  However, he also
wasn't one to be thwarted.  The two of them worked the girl's hips back and
forth, grinding her soft, hairless mound against the bulbous head of his
dick.  After a few moments, Matthus lurched forward, and Lisa quickly moved
out of the way.  His larger frame pressed the young girl onto her knees,
and crushed her shoulders and the side of her face to the cold stone floor.
Grasping Miranda's hips, he bucked forward suddenly.  The powerful thrust
caused the young girl's face to contort in terrible pain.  She tried to
scream out, but she could only squeak as he hit her with thrust after
thrust.  Each buck of his hips was barely pushing him into her half of an
inch.  "Damn it, this little slut is fucking tight!  God, six years and
I've never been in anything so tiny!" One of the other boys called out
lewdly, "You're a fucking beast, Matt.  None of these little girls can take
you on the first night.  Remember Lisa's first time?  She was bawling like
a little baby!" Lisa blushed at that, before spitting back, "Shut up, Greg.
Better than the first time you fucked me.  'Is it in yet?'" She mocked,
bending her knees slightly and waving her hands helplessly.  Greg's cheeks
flared at that and he began muttering something.  His friends were laughing
at him, as they had their way with their chosen companions.  Isabelle
shuddered at their candor over such brutality.  Turning her head away, she
couldn't look at the terrible sight in front of her anymore.  Matthus had
continued to pound away at Miranda's overstretch and no doubt torn pussy. A
trickle of blood was running down her leg from the abuse.  Matthus muttered
to himself, "Fuck, I can't get any deeper." After several more thrusts, he
sighed, "Damn it...I guess I bottomed out in the little bitch.  Oh well,
I'll probably be able to get all the way up into her ass." Miranda's body
had twisted awkwardly in her agony.  Her eyes were shut tightly and she
seemed to be having trouble adjusting to the size of the invader stretching
out her little cunny.  There was still a solid two and a half inches of his
cock that wasn't buried inside of her, Isabelle noted.  In the pit of her
stomach she hoped to God that he wouldn't force the rest of it into the
little girl.  He might kill her.  Finally satisfied that he wasn't going to
get the last of his dick into the ten-yearold cunt, he lifted her up again
and sat back down in the chair.  Cupping his hands beneath her knees once
more, he began to bounce her up and down the length of his shaft.  He
started out slow, but the blood and dampness from Lisa's earlier attention
was letting him slide more easily in and out of the tiny little hole.  "God
she's tight.  The whole time it's like she's either trying to force me out
or suck me in deeper." Grunting from the sensation of her wrapped so
tightly around his cock, he steadily picked up his pace.  The poor girl
bounced helplessly on the thick meat of her rapist.  She couldn't do
anything but sob, her tears rolling down her reddened, puffy features.  Her
hands held on weakly to Matthus's arms as she was forced to ride his length
up and down.  She let out a little squeak every time his cock hit her
little cervix.  Isabelle winced with every sound that came out of the poor
girl.  After several long minutes of the brutal attention, Matthus finally
sounded like he was nearing his climax.  His breathing increased and he
started to bounce her even faster on the length of his shaft.  After
several particularly hard strokes, evident by the height and pitch of
Miranda's squeals, Matthus finally let loose.  Burying himself as far as
his cock would go, he began to grunt.  From the tip of his shaft he shot
thick, stringy wads of cum up into her.  With the head of his cock pressed
right up to her cervix, his jism flooded straight into her tiny womb. 
Miranda was whining pitifully, and several moments later Matthus pulled his
slowly deflating cock from her depths.  He released Miranda to fall to her
knees in front of him.  She instantly fell forward onto her shoulders,
pressing her flushed face to the cold stone.  She was still sobbing, and
she spread her legs apart widely, no doubt to ease the pain that was
throbbing between them.  Isabelle looked on at the girl helplessly, wanting
nothing more than to go hold her and to tell her it was all right.  "Well
now, she was a good little fuck.  I like this one, she's like a little
dog." Looking over to Lisa he grinned.  "Don't we still have that dog cage
from when that one girl brought her pet to school with her?" Lisa scratched
her chin and nodded, "I think so, Master.  Why?" Her brow furrowed and she
looked quizzically to Matthus.  "You are just a stupid little slut, Lisa.
You can't use your brain for anything but sucking cock and torturing the
other girls, can you?" Matthus clearly struck a nerve, as a hurt,
humiliated expression washed over Lisa's features.  "It's for her.  I'm
thinking she'd made a perfect little pet for my room.  Get a little collar
around her, turn her into a dog or something.  Another little 'project' to
entertain myself with in my spare time." Lisa grinned and giggled slightly,
"She would look cute crawling around on the floor in knee-highs, panties,
and a collar, Master." None of the discussion seemed to register with
Miranda, who was still sobbing on the floor in front of Matthus.  "Want me
to go put her in it now?" she questioned.  "Yeah...go ahead.  She won't be
much fun anymore tonight, she's almost to the point where she won't even be
coherent.  Look, she can't even register that we're talking about her.  Get
me cleaned off first though, cunt." Lisa immediately dropped down to her
knees and leaned forward to drag her tongue over the flaccid length of his
cock.  She shuddered in revulsion as she licked away the blood and cum from
his shaft.  When she was finished, she put his cock back into his pants and
zipped him up carefully.  Standing up then, Lisa licked her lips and bent
down to pick up Miranda.  The sounds of fucking echoed through the room, as
most of the partners were finishing up their fun.  Some had even stopped to
watch the exchange between Matthus and Miranda and were just getting
started again.  Splayed out on the dinner table was one girl, who seemed to
have a champagne bottle stuffed into her anus.  The contents of the bottle
were slowly pouring into her bowels, each surge of liquid making her
convulse slightly.  Two boys were cheering on the sight as their companions
had their faces buried between their legs, nursing their cocks.  Other such
scenes of debauchery were taking place throughout the room, but most of it
went completely unnoticed by Isabelle.  One thing was clear though.  The
only virgin left in the room was Isabelle, and the new boy whose initiation
was to sit and watch the display without so much as a chance to masturbate.
Isabelle was crying again by this point.  God, what a monster.  I can't
believe he did that to that poor little girl.  How can anyone be so
inhumane?!  Her mind raced through questions, asking herself what kind of
world could allow this to happen.  "I know what you're thinking Isabelle.
I've heard it a thousand times.  You're right.  I am a monster.  But I'm
also a genius...and I deserve everything and anything that I can get. 
Whatever I want, I get.  And whatever I believe I make a reality.  You
stupid little cunts just don't get it.  You're not good for anything but
fucking and humiliating.  You're barely worth keeping as pets.  All of you
women, worthless!  And it's my goal to make sure that you stupid sluts who
think that you even come close to matching me in anything, especially in
your worth to the world learn the hard lesson that you're weak and
worthless." Isabelle was shaking with rage by this point. 
"You...are...an...ANIMAL!" She screamed at him.  Her hands were white from
twisting and clenching in her bonds.  Her face was flushed red and she was
fighting against the ties binding her to the pole.  "How can you do that to
a little girl?!  She just wanted her mother!  You didn't have to hurt her,
you could have let her go!" "Oh, I certainly did have to hurt her you
little cunt.  You made sure of that.  I was going to have my fun with
Silvia, but little Miranda was just too tempting to pass up when you felt
the need to burst out with your stupid comments.  You see?  You are too
stupid to keep your head down and just do as your told.  This is a word of
advise for you.  I do what I want, and if you piss me off, what I'm going
to want to do is HURT YOU!  And I guarantee that I can hurt you in ways you
can't even imagine." Isabelle swallowed heavily as Matthus spoke.  The rage
in her eyes was replaced by a sudden dread.  It was completely unexpected
and for some reason she couldn't control that reaction.  She knew, deep in
her heart, that he wasn't lying.  Things were going to get worse, much
worse.  And she had to do something to stop it as soon as possible.

   Chapter 2 - Mr.  Peter Strambord To be continued

   Isabelle finds herself in a difficult situation.  Who can she turn to
for help?  Maybe the Dean will be able to help her, or one of the
instructors.  Certainly this can't be something that they'd be endorsing.
Could it?

   If you enjoyed this story please do send me feedback.  I can't guarantee
that I'll change because of criticism, but I do like to hear from people.
This is my first published story, and I haven't written anything in about
six months.  However, I do hope to be writing much more soon.  There are
many more trials to befall Isabelle, as well as the other girls of Harlwood
Academy, and many mysteries to be solved.
   -SmilingWithSin