Title: Prelude
Author: Michael

Author: SmilingWithSin
Title: 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.

Please send comments and suggestions to SmilingWithSin at gmail dot com.  If you are writing a review of this story, please contact me, cause I’d like to read it.  Unconstructive criticism will simply be deleted.  I don’t bother with garbage mail.  If you want to write hate mail, at least make it entertaining.

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-year-old 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