Chapter Two: The Escape

Aurora squirmed nervously on the hard steel examining table; the thin, waxy paper that was all that separated her naked bottom from the cold metal crinkled and rustled with even the smallest movement. She hated that the sound gave away her terror: her heart was pounding, she couldn’t stop twitching and shaking, and despite being nude in the cold examining room she had broken into a cold sweat.

She had been vaguely aware that this was part of the process, though she was admittedly thin on the details. Her father had tried to explain what attending Rattangrove as a locked girl would mean, but deep down she had never really believed it would happen to her. She regretted throwing a fit, tearing up the brochure and throwing the ragged scraps in her father’s face before bolting out of the house. Why hadn’t she just listened for once?

Having watched Emily be so neatly shaved, inspected, and sealed back into chastity with hardly an argument gave her chills. Would that happen to her after her time at Rattangrove? Would she just be another subby, desperate, “please and thank you” locked girl after her four years? Would it even take that long? What fresh hells did this place visit on its students to achieve the compliant and docile graduates they were famed for?

She was filled with a queasy fear as she realized that all her vain and foolish plans to bribe, flirt or fuck her way out of this awful situation had come to naught. She felt stupid for believing that such naive plans were sure to succeed and furious at herself for not having any kind of backup plan.

Watching Emily blandly accept being locked away, knowing that the same would soon happen to her was bad enough. Worse was the unknown; having fled her father’s attempt at preparing her she didn’t really know what to expect from Rattangrove. She had assumed that orientation would be a simple, dull assembly; not this invasive examination. If she had been so ill-informed, so immeasurably unprepared for her first day, what awful surprises would the rest of the day, the week, the rest of the school year hold for her?

She felt a helpless dread and a bitter sense of self-recrimination for her lack of preparedness. At home it had been so easy to blame everyone else, but sitting nude in this sterile room, under its harsh lights, there was nowhere for her to hide from her own anger. She wrapped her slim arms around her breasts as she shivered; naked, cold, frightened, and suddenly very alone. The inevitability of her situation was beginning to sink in.

This last handful of weeks that Aurora’s parents had kept her locked had been difficult. Her cage hadn’t been fully enclosed like Emily’s had been. She had thrown an absolute fit at the chastity centre in the pharmacy at the suggestion she wear anything that restrictive. She had whined, begged, and when all else failed screamed until she got something she felt she could just barely live with.

The Motivator cage didn’t strike her as particularly motivating; you could hardly feel anything at all, but that was apparently the most “generous” option available. She had, naturally, thrown the book and paddle that came with it straight into the trash where they belonged but she still hated how it felt.

Her current chastity device allowed her some freedom to touch between the bars, and was even quite pretty in a way. The bars were arranged like a flower or snowflake, making it fashionable, feminine, and surprisingly generous, or so they advertised.

Aurora still loathed it. She had never experienced being locked until this past summer, after her behaviour had finally become completely intolerable to her parents. She thought that chastity was a backwards and outmoded idea that normal, healthy people would never subject their beautiful if occasionally... free-spirited daughters to.

She’d been fortunate not to ever have to wear it to school. The incident that had finally gotten her locked had occurred a few weeks after graduation. That was one of the few silver linings in this whole wretched situation. She had mercilessly bullied the locked girls, and seeing the smug looks in their eyes when she got her comeuppance would have been unbearable. Stupid little locked sluts... Chastity cage or not Aurora would never be one of them.

Further, it was clear to Aurora that she was not cut out to be locked. The cage chafed against her sensitive skin; a lifetime of freedom had left her unused to the ring rubbing as she walked and tugging if she bent the wrong way. Never mind the sensation of tight, uncomfortable straining when she tried to get hard. The locked girls never complained about their cages, at least not to her; she was clearly not meant for any of this.

Much as she hated the feeling of being contained and controlled that was so unavoidable any time she became aroused, the real problem was that she was getting used to it. She felt a sick, creeping horror at how increasingly normal her cage felt with each passing week and she bitterly hated that this no longer felt new and strange. Adding a quick daub of lube around the cage after her shower, making sure to wipe the tip after she went to the bathroom... she tried not to think about all the ways this had become an ordinary, private, part of her life.

Privacy was the key. Aurora had been breathlessly careful to keep it a secret from everyone she could. It was bad enough just having her parents and the servants know. She had already noticed a change in how they treated her, and much more alarmingly a change in how she treated them. She had barely argued about being locked back up after Susan the maid let her out for her weekly cum a few days before she had left for school.

She had managed to keep it quiet so far but there would be no hiding her new status at Rattangrove, she feared. She had hidden it from her friends, but that had meant no swimming, no cute, tight little shorts, and worst of all: no sex.

Now Aurora was by no means a strict top; she most certainly appreciated the incredibly feminine pleasures of taking a lover inside her and riding them to a mutual climax. Sex was wonderful from both sides, but deep down she really did love topping. Topping was always wonderful, but especially with a locked girl; the ability to control not just her own pleasure, but to have the desperate, begging girl’s full attention. This cage had ruined her whole summer.

She could run her fingers along the small gaps in the bars, certainly. It felt nice enough but the straining was uncomfortable, and despite her best efforts she couldn’t cum from such a tiny amount of sensation. Looking over at the new cage that Emily was wearing, it appeared that the fully enclosed cage she had managed to avoid all summer was now inevitable.

Bitterly, she hadn’t even been able to enjoy her last squirt before her father had insisted on dropping her off at this wretched school. Susan was locked of course; all of her family’s maids were. She had unlocked Aurora, but she had been insufferably smug about it. Aurora had been hoping to cum on Susan’s pretty little face, but instead Susan had made her kneel on the floor and stroke herself to orgasm the way all the maids did. It had been intolerable.

The thought of four years of her life locked away in a frustrating little steel tube weighed on her mind. It seemed an eternity when just the last few weeks had been a nightmare. She needed a way out of this place.

As the Headmaster prepared her new chastity cage Aurora made a snap decision. The Headmaster’s back was turned, and the path to the door was clear. She hopped off the table and bolted for freedom. Nude but for the cage, and with no plan for what she was going to do once she was across the threshold, she ran for the door.

Within a few steps she realized that this was almost certainly a mistake but she was committed now; her bare feet slapped on the tile floor as she sprinted for the door. She caught a quick glimpse of Emily watching her, blue eyes wide with shock, but then she was at the door and the very threshold of escape. She flung it open, dashed forward and WHUD!

She had run straight into a tall chestnut-haired young woman who had been about to knock on the door with an armload of neatly folded clothes. Skirts, panties, socks, and shoes flew everywhere as Aurora and the surprised new arrival hit the floor together in a confused tangle of limbs. Aurora tried frantically to get her bearings; she had skinned her knee and banged her elbow but she could see the empty hallway ahead.

She scrambled to extricate herself from the clothing and the unfortunate person she had run into, her bare feet scrabbling for purchase on the tile. Once she was on her feet she could run down the hall, through the lobby, across campus, straight out into the countryside, steal some clothes off of a farmer’s clothesline and then…

Before she could even make it fully to her feet, much less begin her flight to freedom a strong hand seized her by the upper arm and pulled her to her feet. It wasn’t painful, but it was far from gentle. The hand spun her around and found herself inches away from the Headmaster’s face.

His grey eyes, which Aurora had thought watery and pallid, were now hard and steely; they were pale grey as before, but she could see now the strength and determination those eyes held. His face remained unlined by any obvious emotion, but she could read his controlled fury at what she had done. Suddenly all her anxieties about Rattangrove and its many uncertainties crystallized into one fear: The Headmaster. She was afraid of the Headmaster.

The Headmaster steered Aurora back to the examining table, his hand clamped over her wrist and her arm tucked tightly into the small of her back. He guided her up onto the table, and then into a prone position; lying flat on her back. She tried to apologize, to explain, but he cut her off immediately each time with a short, sharp shush.

With a sharp motion he opened a drawer on the side of the table and withdrew a pair of thick leather straps. Seizing Aurora’s wrist, he pinned her left wrist to the table next to her ear and wrapped the leather cuff around a steel loop in the table, binding it down tight. It hurt, and Aurora tried to squirm away but the Headmaster’s grip was far too strong.

In a trice he had her other wrist strapped down as well, smoothly he turned to help the rather shell-shocked dark-haired woman who was only now getting to her feet. “My dear Sandra, are you quite alright?” he asked gently; “Let’s get you a nice cup of tea, and you can take the rest of the day off…” his voice faltered as he saw the dark look on her face.

She had been surprised, hurt, and humiliated when Aurora had run smack into her. As she got to her feet those feelings were coming together to forge a white hot fury. She drew herself up to her full height, brushing away the Headmaster’s attempts to help. She was reasserting her authority and dignity; in her black heels she was scarcely shorter than the Headmaster himself.

In other circumstances she might seem mousy, unremarkable; but Aurora could see the firestorm of indignation that roared behind her eyes, and it was terrifying.

“Thank you, Headmaster, but I think I’ll stay to… observe... the next part of the orientation.”

Emily had seen the Headmaster control his frustration with Aurora; he was good at it. Sandra was doing her best but Emily could see from her balled fists, flared nostrils, and flushed cheeks just how upset she was. She was attractive enough, Emily had to admit – tall and lean in a bookish sort of way, with the generous bust Emily always envied in other women.

Her blouse was loose and flowing to not draw attention to her chest and her pencil skirt a modest length. Her heels were maybe a little taller than they absolutely needed to be, but that was the only part of her ensemble that was in any way impractical. The careful and measured wardrobe seemed a poorly fitting mask as Emily watched her struggle with her emotions.

The Headmaster raised one slim finger to his pursed lips for a moment, thinking. “Alright, Sandra, why don’t you head down to Lecture Hall 4 and you may assist me for the next stage of Miss Black and Miss Idris ’orientation. I trust you know everything I will require?”

“Of course, Headmaster. Thank you.” She smoothed out a nonexistent wrinkle in her dark wool skirt and tucked a lock of hair back behind her ear. She gave a curt, professional nod to Emily on the way out the door and was gone, her heels clicking on the tile as she walked down the hall. Pointedly she didn’t look at Aurora at all.

“I hope that you will forgive me, but there is something in the other room that I require. I was not expecting Ms. Idris'... athletic exploits... and as such I find myself ill-prepared to address her misbehaviour.” The Headmaster had turned, and was addressing Emily directly. “If find yourself getting cold, Miss Black, there are robes in the large drawer on the far end of the cabinet.”

He paused a moment, waiting for Emily to respond, but she just shook her head. She was eager for this to be over, she had very low expectations of privacy with authority figures, and she really wasn’t terribly cold.

Satisfied that Emily was comfortable enough the Headmaster left the room, and both girls heard the sharp snap of the deadbolt as it fell into place, leaving the two of them alone and preventing any further escape attempts.

“Oh God… What were you trying to do?” Emily whispered incredulously. The question had been burning inside her, and it came out in a breathy rush.

Aurora looked over; the skinny brunette on the table next to hers was staring at her with obvious shock and a touch of awe. Whether she was awed by her boldness or her stupidity Aurora didn’t care to consider. She flushed, furious that this naive and compliant little teacher’s pet was to witness her humiliation. That she had been witness to Emily’s own “orientation” was irrelevant in her eyes.

The girl was immediately irritating with her braces, freckles, and “Oh Yes Sir” attitude to the Headmaster locking her right back up after a few short seconds of freedom. She hadn’t even needed to be restrained. Aurora had known girls like this all her life. Simple girls with strict parents who kept them sweet, submissive, more than a little slutty, and above all: boring. She noted Emily’s small silver belly button piercing, and she gave a derisive snort: Pathetic. A real rebel.

“Did your Mommy paddle your widdle ass for getting your widdle tummy pierced?” She didn’t mean for the words to be quite so cutting, but she was scared and alone, strapped to a table with some awful and unknown punishment looming. She felt a need to spread the pain around, and Emily was exactly the sort of girl she was used to picking on. She had known where the gaps in Emily’s armour were from the moment she saw her. Hurting Emily was familiar, comforting in an awful way, and she needed it right now.

The girl visibly winced and blushed scarlet across her cheekbones; “I… it was my dad… but they let me keep it.” Aurora saw the girl’s blue eyes flick down to her stomach and the small piercing. “I thought it looked cute…” she finished, looking crestfallen. She moved her arms, which had been covering her small breasts down to instead shield her navel from Aurora’s scorn.

Aurora cackled, her voice ringing harsh off the metal table and tile floor. The irony that her navel was pierced as well did not temper her condemnation. “I knew it. Just another sweet little Daddy’s girl, all too happy to have the Headmaster lock her little bits right back up where they belong, right? Well I don’t belong here. Not locked up like… like you!” she hissed. “This is all a mistake, and the sooner everyone realizes it, the better.”

Aurora took a deep breath. Her mood had improved a little, even if she was still strapped to the table at this dreadful school. She had shut Little Miss Braces up and put her firmly back in her place, which made her feel a little more herself. She tried on what she hoped was a brave smile, but it disappeared the moment the Headmaster returned.

His every movement spoke to both efficiency and carefully controlled emotion. While he remained silent and his face impassive his anger showed through in small telltale signs: His joints were just a touch too stiff, his footsteps a decibel or two too loud, and his pace just a heartbeat faster than they ought to be. On their own they were tiny, nearly imperceptible details but together they were unmistakable.

The Headmaster placed two bundles of carefully re-folded clothing and shoes neatly on the plastic chair next to the door before locking the door behind him once again. He folded his hands behind his back and leaned forwards slightly.

“We will address your flight to freedom shortly, Miss Idris. For the moment we will pick up where we left off. It would be unfair to Miss Black to keep her waiting, at least until she has had the opportunity to get dressed.” He gave Emily a small smile of reassurance. “Please bear with me just a moment young lady, this won’t take long.”

The Headmaster stepped back to the table Aurora was laid upon and continued restraining her. The sturdy leather bands around her wrists were joined by another wide strap buckled around her waist, and then slim steel cuffs that bound her ankles to the steel stirrups that the Headmaster had attached to the table. Aurora didn’t like the sound of “addressing her flight to freedom” but she could do no more than squirm as she was firmly bound in place.

She hated how exposed this position left her; unable to move with her legs spread and ankles locked to the stirrups she was completely at the mercy of the Headmaster. Both he and that idiot Emily girl could see everything; she didn’t mind the Headmaster so much, but she hated Emily seeing her like this.

The Headmaster took a deep breath, and smoothed his jacket with the palms of his hands. “Let us try this again: Welcome to Rattangrove Academy, girls. While we take a rather old-fashioned approach to dress, decorum, and discipline here, I can promise you that we offer a truly first class education in a safe and orderly environment. You come from rather… different backgrounds to be sure but from this day forward I hope that you’ll see that you have far more in common now than you did before.”

He picked up the white cage he had chosen for Aurora, turning it over in his hands as he spoke. “As you are both registered as locked girls, these cages will be a daily fact of life.” He smiled down at Aurora. “A point that I can assure you is most definitely not negotiable. While our chastity and denial curriculum may seem outmoded, it is still the position of our school, its Board of Governors, and I that they are an indispensable aid in encouraging you develop into wonderful young women.”

He turned to Emily: “Miss Black, as I understand it enforced chastity is not a new state of affairs for you, so I assume that your new cage will not be an issue?” He smiled faintly at her, his approval of her strict upbringing clear in both his body language and in his words.

Emily couldn’t think of any way of answering that question that wouldn’t be deeply embarrassing, at least in front of Aurora, so she simply nodded. Aurora’s cutting words had stung her deeply. She still had her rebellious side, at least a little. Was it such a bad thing if she found life was a lot easier when she didn’t go looking for trouble?

He turned his attention back to Aurora: “As for you, Miss Idris; I understand that this is a new and almost certainly unwelcome experience for you. Happily, I am told that you do get used to it.”

Aurora didn’t respond. She looked uncomfortable and sour strapped to the examination table.

The Headmaster straightened his back, adopting a formal pose with a tight smile, his hands still tucked behind his back; “I trust that you understand that outbursts like today, while not unforeseen, are unacceptable and will be corrected. Your cage is a preventative tool, not a punitive one; its purpose is to help shape you into a proper young lady by curtailing both self-abuse and promiscuity while encouraging femininity in all things.”

Aurora bit her tongue as a variety of snappy retorts crossed her mind; she would have had no problem telling off her father, or the wishy-washy principal of her old high school, but the Headmaster asserted a simple, calm control that gave her pause. She fought with her desire to push back, to demonstrate that she wouldn’t be broken, but in the end she simply nodded as Emily had.

His face softened at her compliance, but his voice was ominous with a warning. “Should that fail to be sufficient deterrent, we have plenty of punitive tools at our disposal as well.”

Aurora’s stomach felt sour as the Headmaster reached into his pocket and withdrew a pill-like white capsule, a small tube of gel, and to her deep discomfort what was unmistakably a small metal butt-plug.

The Headmaster stepped up to the table, and donned a latex glove over his right hand with a snap as she vainly struggled against her bonds. She hadn’t read much of the information packet Rattangrove had sent before she had torn it up, but she was 99% sure this hadn’t been in the brochure. She’d have remembered this part.

Using the gel, he carefully lubed the entrance to Aurora’s anal canal, and then applied a thick coating to the index finger of his gloved hand as well as the lozenge-shaped capsule. Gently he worked his finger inside her, lubing the interior of her rectum, eliciting from Aurora a moan that was mostly despair and discomfort but Emily would have bet money that she heard just the tiniest bit of need in it as well.

If the Headmaster noticed Aurora’s somewhat mixed emotions, he gave no sign, placing the capsule against her tight and nervous hole. He used his finger to slowly push it deep inside her before gently but firmly sealing it inside with the plug.

“You have nothing to fear, my young escape artist. It’s a simple ginger suppository; quite a mild punishment by our standards, but one that I have found quite effective at keeping a girl’s attention.” The Headmaster pulled off the latex glove with a snap, tossing it into the wastebasket. “I do so hate repeating myself and this will keep your mind quite focused, I assure you.” He gave Aurora a very gentle pat on the bottom to reassure her.

Aurora did not find the Headmaster’s calm, patient words, nor his touch reassuring in the slightest. She tugged against the restraints, but she had no way of taking the plug out, and try as she might it had been cleverly designed to make simply pushing it out impossible. Initially, Aurora felt nothing, apart from very slightly stretched from the plug. The suppository had not yet begun to melt and she felt a tiny hope that maybe nothing would happen.

Unfortunately for her she didn’t have long to wait. Deep inside her she began to feel the tiniest warm prickle as the suppository began to take effect. Uncomfortable, she squirmed as the Headmaster gently took the small silver key from the small envelope the guard at the door had placed it in.

“Now then; you girls will be attending the same assembly as the rest of the first year students to learn about curfews and meal times and class schedules. Rattangrove’s grounds are extensive and I understand that it can be overwhelming at first.” He washed his hands at the sink, and then dried them thoroughly before approaching the table where Aurora lay.

He set the metal tray carrying Aurora’s new cage and the rest of his tools on the table beside the red haired girl. “Most girls are entirely comfortable with the campus after their first week, and the Resident Advisor of your dorm will be able to help you if you cannot find where you need to go. You are both extremely fortunate in this regard, as you will be assigned to the same quad, with our most senior RA.”

The Headmaster paused for a moment to unlock the delicate silver cage that Aurora had worn to the school. The locking pin slid from its housing with a small metallic rasp, and Aurora moaned quietly the same way Emily had as the tube slid free from her shaft. To a girl long-denied even the faint friction of smooth metal against her skin was heavenly. She looked down at her newly freed skin. Was she… always that small?

“The white cage you will be wearing for your first semester will let our professors know that they should be understanding, tolerant, and patient with you. Your mistakes will be assumed to be simple errors of judgment, and not acts of malice or foolishness.” The Headmaster spoke calmly and slowly as he worked; his hands sure and steady, working efficiently to get Aurora fitted with her new cage while not allowing her any extra sensation beyond the very minimum that was required.

“That being said, you will most certainly be punished for lateness, rudeness, a slovenly uniform, or poor grades. The white cage will provide you some mercy for small errors of ignorance, but will not protect you from corporal punishment when it is required. Now then, as locked students, there are a few additional rules that you should be aware of.”

The Headmaster had removed both the tube and ring of Aurora’s old cage and he wiped both down with a sterile cloth before placing them on the metal tray. Aurora took some small solace in how much larger her cage was than Emily’s; though unlike her old one it was fully sealed, with none of the delicious gaps she had so enjoyed. There really wasn’t much solace in being larger when she was just as inescapably sealed away, but it was something to hold onto for now. Piece by awful piece all her vanity and pride were being stripped away, but she wouldn’t end up like Emily.

“Your cages will not be removed without permission at any time. The punishment for promiscuity unbecoming a proper young woman...” The Headmaster looked at both girls, who were sharing a confused look. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed; they seemed like nice girls but he doubted these two were Dean’s List material. Short, simple words with the new girls, he reminded himself.

After a moment he continued; “The punishment for trying to take off the cage or an unsanctioned orgasm is very severe, even for a first offence.” He made eye contact with Aurora first, then with Emily, ensuring both girls understood. “It will also mean a letter home to your guardians”

Emily swallowed hard, imagining the vein in her father’s forehead pulsing as he read such a letter, and she made a small and silent vow to herself never to test that rule. “For a second attempt…” The Headmaster paused, a small knowing smile spreading across his immaculately well-groomed face. “Well, trust me when I say that if our rules seem harsh now, they are quite lenient indeed compared to a girl who requires such... firm correction.”

The Headmaster used the epilator torch to remove Aurora’s pubic hair just as he had with Emily. Like Emily, she had little public hair to speak of so this didn’t take long. Aurora distinctly disliked the sensation; the hot/cold prickle of the torch and the smell of burning hair gave her goosebumps. Worse, the heat building inside her as the suppository did its work was becoming impossible to ignore. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to give the Headmaster the satisfaction of seeing her squirm.

The ginger had started as just a tingle, but now it was a bright, hot ember that blazed unhindered inside her. A cold sweat had broken out in the small of her back and her hole spasmed against the plug as her body tried to expel the invader. In her head she imagined it as a small drop of molten metal burning through her tender innards one searing millimetre at a time.

The Headmaster placed his hand on her stomach to steady her as she began to squirm in discomfort. The torch wasn’t particularly dangerous, but he wasn’t going to take any risks where a student was involved.

The Headmaster raised his voice slightly as he worked. Aurora wouldn’t have any trouble hearing him but Emily was now directly behind him, and he wanted to make sure she heard every word. “From these white freshman cages, you will be moved over to the standard issue pink cages after your first semester, provided you stay out of trouble. These cages are identical to the white cages in terms of privileges, but your professors won’t be quite so forgiving. After a full semester, it will be assumed you know both the rules and our expectations.”

The Headmaster used the shaving brush to brush away the last of Aurora’s hairs. “Good behaviour will earn you more privileges, potentially including more time out of the cage; bad behaviour will see those privileges revoked entirely. Releases are on the first of each month, assuming you have earned one...”

“Once a month?!?!?”

Emily and Aurora had both had the same outburst, at a surprising volume. Aurora looked over at the skinny brunette in shock. This was awful! She couldn’t live with just once a month! How could anyone live like that?! She had been expecting it to be weekly at worst. Even Miss Please and Thank You over there couldn’t live with such strict denial! Wait… Why was she smiling!?

Emily couldn’t believe her luck. Once a month? With her cage off? She had gotten out what… twice in the last year? Admittedly, there had also been some deliciously naughty little orgasms that she had managed to sneak for herself with a vibrator her best friend Rachel kept hidden away. They were deliciously forbidden fruit but they were neither perfectly satisfying nor as frequent as she’d have liked.

Those moments of stolen pleasure, with her pressing the toy tightly against her cage, gasping as she managed a furtive, mostly ruined orgasm had their appeal. Defying her parents always added extra spice and Rachel had always been such a rebel, well... she had been until her parents had sold her key a couple of months ago. To actually get to touch, to stroke once a month was far more generous than she could have expected.

Her parents had insisted on Rattangrove because of its famous strictness, and she had imagined that her strict program of denial would be little different from her parents’ regime. She had read through the brochure with her father, and while it had explained the school’s strong emphasis on chastity, and touched on the cage colours system, it had been surprisingly light on details.

To be allowed one orgasm a month, without the cage… It seemed too good to true. She held her breath, waiting for a catch, but as the Headmaster returned to his work it slowly dawned on her that there wasn’t one. Keep her grades up, stay out of trouble, and she would be unlocked every month. She could see the dismay on Aurora’s face but she couldn’t keep a wide smile from spreading across her own.

Aurora was dumbfounded. Once a month? Even if she behaved?!?! This was monstrously unfair. It was a war crime... or a crime against humanity... something like that! She tugged against her restraints, much harder and more urgently than she had before. It was useless, she was firmly strapped down and she wasn’t going anywhere. Rattangrove was awful, the Headmaster was awful, Emily was awful and she just wanted to go home.

Aurora had enough pride not to cry, not in front of the headmaster, and certainly not in front of Emily. She couldn’t swallow the low and miserable wail that escaped her lips though; it began low and built until it was loud enough that both Emily and the Headmaster could hear it clearly.

The Headmaster chuckled softly at the obvious disparity between the upbringings of his two newest students as he spread the warming sanitizer across Aurora’s soon-to-be-locked bits. He cleared his throat gently and continued his orientation speech.

“Finally, you girls will be encouraged to wear your cages home during breaks and holidays. The final decision rests with your guardians of course, and their copies of your keys will be mailed out within the week.” Aurora's stomach sank. Was there to be no getting away from this place, even over the summer?

“Rattangrove’s policy does strongly recommend that all releases be under our supervision during your time here, and so you will not be unlocked upon leaving the school for Christmas or the summer. If your guardians wish to deviate from our well-researched denial curriculum that is their decision.”

With these final words the Headmaster slid the bright white steel tube over Aurora’s soft shaft and locked it onto the matching ring with a sharp metal click. Emily didn’t have to wonder how the suppository felt inside Aurora; she could see the poor auburn-haired girl tugging vainly at her restraints as the fire inside her raged. She was sweating and shivering as the suppository toasted her innards.

The Headmaster gave this no notice as he unbuckled Aurora’s wrists and ankles; Emily watched as Aurora stood up, reached back, then gave a whine of impotent frustration as she realized that even with her hands free, she wasn’t allowed to remove the plug. She wasn’t going to test the headmaster again so soon or so openly.

Aurora’s hands balled into fists then opened again and she hopped back and forth, her cage waggling between her legs as she tried to dance away the sting inside. Emily ineffectively hid a wide smile behind her hand; Aurora looked completely ridiculous. She felt some sympathy as she had certainly been figged herself, but Aurora seemed like a mean-spirited bully. Emily strongly doubted that Aurora would have very much concern for her were their positions reversed.

The Headmaster watched Aurora’s internal struggle with a very small smile of his own; taking professional satisfaction in the efficacy of her correction. He didn’t have much opportunity for such hands-on correction these days, and he had to admit that there were parts of it that he missed. How had his job ended up being so much paperwork? Still, it was time to move these two along, they were far from finished their orientation.

“All of the clothing that you require and that you are permitted will be issued to you during your time here at Rattangrove. You are required to be in uniform at all times, and your uniform will be clean and presentable. There are ample laundry facilities in the basement of every dormitory building, and you will be issued a winter coat and boots at the start of November. Sooner, if the weather turns unseasonably cold.” He listed off the rules as he unstrapped Aurora from the table.

“After your second semester, you will be permitted to visit the village below the school, but uniforms are still compulsory off-campus during the school year. Do try to remember that your behaviour reflects on both the school and on me. Should you be joining one of our many wonderful sports programs, suitable athletic wear will be provided to you.”

The Headmaster had finished releasing Aurora, who was rubbing her wrists where she had fought against the straps. She had some “If there are no questions then I will wait for you in the hall; please do not tarry in getting dressed, we have much to do and the assembly will begin very shortly.” He waited a moment, but when no questions came, he turned on his heel and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Emily quickly went through the clothes:

A dark blue woollen blazer with the school’s crest on it; two matching neckties in the same shade of blue; three crisp white long sleeved shirts; two pleated skirts, one made of lightweight cotton cut just above the knee, the other a longer skirt made from dense wool that ended mid-calf; a pair of gym shorts and a matching tank top, both in dark blue and featuring the Rattangrove crest, a pale blue t-shirt... it wasn’t a lot of variety.

There were underclothes as well: six pairs of plain white panties, carefully tailored to her… particular anatomic needs; 3 bras, including a sports bra; six pairs of white knee socks and a pair of dark blue athletic socks; a pair of simple black flats; plus one pair of white sneakers.

She chose the lighter of the two skirts to match the warm fall weather, as well as the formal white knee socks and black flats. The clothing allowance was all she would need for a week, so long as she kept up with her laundry. It wasn’t exactly generous, but the clothes seemed well-made if not terribly exciting.

The girls dressed quickly and wordlessly. Emily was tempted to tease Aurora; she was clearly sweating from the effects of the suppository. She grinned and looked over at her, ready to make a snide remark, only to see Aurora’s eyes brimming with tears. She was clearly having a tougher time of it than Emily was, so Emily focused on getting dressed in silence.

Aurora shoved the remaining clothes into the dark blue backpack they had come in, and stood impatiently tapping her foot; her insides positively aflame. Emily was carefully folding the clothes as she put them into the backpack, dragging the process out deliberately, in her opinion.

When Emily had zipped her backpack closed and thrown the bag over her shoulder, the pair left the sterile white room and joined the Headmaster in the hallway. They had one little thing to take care of before they joined the rest of their classmates for the assembly.

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