Jill's Torment at Experiment House

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Here's my first (and almost certainly last) post. It's a bit extreme in places, so be warned. I'm not sure what CSL would make of it, but given his proclivities it might be the sort of thing he had in mind!

“Right then, Pole,” gloated Adela Pennyfather, “time to show us your cunny!”

Struggling in the grip of the Garret twins, Jill Pole blushed furiously.

“I can’t do that. Please, I can’t do that,” she pleaded.

“Come on Pole,” squeaked Edith Jackle, “I had to show them mine last week. What makes you so pi?”

“After all,” grinned Edith Winterblott, “it’s not as if we’re giving you a choice in the matter. Either you do as you’re told, or we do it for you.”
She looked despairingly at the gang surrounding her. Adela and Edith Winterblott were grinning in anticipation. Little Edith Jackle was laughing in glee. The hulking Big Bannister scowled at her, whilst Cholmondeley major and Spotty Somers nudged each other expectantly.

She knew it was her fault. It was the first rule of life in Experiment House to keep at least half an eye open for them at all times. You certainly didn’t allow yourself to be cornered in a fairly deserted corner of the school like the yard in front of the gym. But she hadn’t been thinking, or rather she’d been thinking too much about something else entirely. And they’d cornered her. The chances of anybody else coming along were slim. No teacher besides the gym teacher would come this way – and she wouldn’t either unless there was a lesson. Any pupils who passed by were more likely to join in the fun than help her, for fear of turning into the victim themselves. Because everyone knew this was the sort of thing they did to you, if they got you on your own.

The Garret twins pushed her into the ring of enemies. “Get on with it, Pole,” growled one of them.

She looked around despairingly. No help, no mercy, in any of their leering faces. They were going to see her cunny. There was no help for it. At least they weren’t going to see it bare. She would still have the minimal protection of panties.

With trembling hands, Jill slowly lifted up the hem of her school skirt, exposing her plain, navy-blue knickers.

“Higher!” Adela demanded. “Lift it right up so we can see everything.”

Blushing with humiliation, Jill did as she was told, holding her skirt high above her waist. She had never felt so horribly exposed, knowing that the gang were staring at her knickers, and surely thinking about the private parts they covered. She hoped desperately that she wasn’t showing too much, that they couldn’t see any hint of her privates through the thin cotton fabric.

“Turn around and show us the rear view, there’s a good girl,” Edith Winterblott sniggered. “Go on, give us a twirl!”

Blushing even more furiously, Jill obeyed, presenting her tormentors with a delicious view of her knicker-clad bum. This was awful beyond imagining, she thought desperately to herself, but having seen her back and front, at least they would let her go now. She would have been thoroughly humiliated, and they would be satisfied. They would have reminded her who really ran Experiment House.

“Bend over, Pole.” She flinched as she heard Big Bannister demand a little bit of further humiliation. “Let’s see those panties nicely stretched across your bottom. And spread your legs a bit.”

Trembling, she obeyed. She was sure now they would all be able to see the outlines of her most private bits between her thighs. But at least it would be over soon, once they’d finished feasting their eyes on her quivering behind. She tried to close her ears to the sniggers and the comments about spankable bottoms (and other, nastier, things).

“Stand up and turn around,” Adela ordered eventually. Jill stood up with relief, letting her skirt drop to cover her shame. It was all over at last, her humiliation and shame had been awful, but it was done.

“Did I say cover?” hissed Adela. “Lift your skirt right up again, and this time pull those knickers down so we can see your cunny bare!”
Jill felt the blood drain from her face. Bare? She couldn’t possibly mean it. She couldn’t ask her to do that.

She stared at Adela beseechingly. “Please, Pennyfather ….” She started before the older girl interrupted her briskly. “Pull them down Pole,” she repeated. “We all want to see your bare cunny!”

Helplessly, a mortified Jill cautiously hooked a finger in her knickers’ waistband and pulled them down an inch or so, exposing the upper edge of her pubic triangle.

Adela snorted. “Pull them down properly Pole,” she said.

Almost humbly, trembling with embarrassment, she pulled her knickers down a little more. Adela was a girl and would understand that she really couldn’t pull them down any further than this. They were down already as far as they could go without starting to reveal her secretest of secrets, the little slit between her legs that no one was meant to see – not even her (though of course she had).

She smiled supplicatingly at Adela. The older girl would know she couldn’t show any more, wouldn’t she?

“Pull them right down, Pole, right down to your knees, right now.”

Jill stared at her in disbelief. Did she really think any decent girl would do that?

“But Pennyfather,” she bleated. “I can’t do that. The boys, they’ll see my ….”

Adela interrupted. “If you don’t take them down right now, I’ll take them down myself and put you over my knee. Then the boys really will see your ….” she mocked.

Scarlet with shame, burning with embarrassment and with butterflies careening around inside her tummy, Jill closed her eyes as she tugged her knickers right down to her knees, to howls of derisive laughter and applause from the crowd.

She could not believe that she was standing there, her skirt held up above her waist, her panties bunched around her knees, and her secret place, her little cunny, on full display to everyone.

“Take them right off, Pole, and give them to me,” demanded Adela brusquely.

Miserably, Jill obeyed. She could feel her cunny burning beneath their stares. She knew exactly what they could see, having surreptitiously stood in front of the bathroom mirror to look at the neat triangle of brown hair, and the little slit just visible between her legs.

“Hold your skirt right up and turn around again – we want to see your bottom,” ordered Edith Winterblott.

Defeated, Jill did as she was told.

“I say, she does have a nice little bum, nice and round, doesn’t she?” drawled Cholmondeley major, “I’ll enjoy getting my hands on that!”

“A nice little cunny too,” smirked one of the Garrets.

“You’ll get a closer look – and feel – soon enough,” laughed Adela.

“Now, bend over and touch your toes, Pole – and keep those legs apart. We all want to enjoy the view.”

Jill was utterly lost in a sea of misery by now. It was almost as if this were all happening to some other Jill, not her. She did as she was told, obediently shuffling her feet further apart as she bent over to expose herself.

“Isn’t she a pretty sight!” giggled Edith Winterblott. “We can see your bum nicely now, Pole,” she taunted. “And your bush. And your little slit. It’s pink, you know, and a tiny bit open so we can see up inside you!” Jill shuddered. Once upon a time she had thought of Edith as a friend, a best friend, even. They had shared a dorm. They had shared secrets. Once, flushed with embarrassment and excitement, they had shown each other their cunnies, peering curiously between each others’ legs at their privates. They had even touched each other there shyly, giggling with guilty pleasure at the sheer transgression. There was nothing pleasurable about this, though. She was naked. Edith was not. Her former friend was making sure that poor Jill knew exactly what they were all looking at, for her own excitement and to add to her shame and humiliation. It was a complete betrayal. Her most secret of secret places weren’t secret anymore. She could almost feel the hungry eyes devouring them.

“Wiggle your bum for us, Pole!” That was one of the Gaarret twins speaking. “Give us a bit of a show, there’s a good girl.”

She jiggled her hips around desperately. Was this what they wanted? There were chortles and sniggers of appreciation, in any case.

“Now,” said Adela, “reach back and spread your bum cheeks for us. Give us a look at the one hole we haven’t seen properly yet!”

Numbly, Jill obeyed. She was beyond any thought of rebelling by now. They had humiliated her beyond anything she had imagined in her wildest nightmares. She almost hoped for further abasement – to do anything that would satisfy their desire to humiliate her to the full extent and make them let her go.

She cringed, though, at the hoots of derision as she lewdly displayed her bum hole for their pleasure.

“How pretty!” Adela drawled mockingly. “Just like a little pink rosebud, don’t you think.”

There was more laughter and more shameful comments about what she was showing.

“Go on, Pole,” It was Big Bannister this time. “Wiggle your behind for us again. You look so funny doing that!”

Desperately, she did as he instructed, gyrating her hips and holding her cheeks wide open, to more laughter and hilarity.

“Look!” crowed Edith Jackle,”she’s winking at us! Pole is winking at us with her bum hole!”

Jill flinched as she felt someone touch her. Someone touched her, right there, on her bottom hole. Worse, she felt the finger prod and push inside her.

“I’ve got my finger up Pole’s bum!” Edith screeched. “It’s all warm and sticky in there.”

“Right. Time to get the rest of her kit off her,” Adela commanded. “Let’s have her completely bare. I want to see those titties!”

Swiftly, her school dress was whisked over her head and off, whilst busy fingers unbuttoned her blouse. In seconds, Jill stood there, stark naked, surrounded by a ring of hostile, grinning faces. Desperately she tried to cover herself, but it was hopeless.

“Hands on your head, Pole!” barked Adela, and hopelessly she obeyed.

She could feel their eyes crawling over her exposed breasts with their tight, bright pink nipples standing up in the breeze, crawling over the triangle of hair between her tightly clenched thighs, crawling all over her shameful nudity.

“My, my, look at those nips,” commented Somers, “methinks little Jill is enjoying the attention!”

Jill wanted to crawl inside herself.

“Now let’s put her through her paces,” said Adela briskly. “Running on the spot, Pole. Two minutes. Let’s see those titties jiggle.”

She had no choice. There was nowhere to run. She jogged up and down on the spot, acutely conscious that her breasts were jiggling up and down as she did so.

“Look at those titties go!” smirked someone.

Right,” said Adela once the two minutes were up. “You’re a gymnastic sort, Pole. Do a backstand.”

Jill understood perfectly well why she had chosen that manoeuvre. It would leave her even more hideously exposed and vulnerable.
She got down onto the damp grass and struggled into position, feet well apart on the ground, hands behind her back and belly pushed upwards.
Her tormentors gathered around to enjoy the view. Splayed as she was, she knew full well that her little cunny was wide open.

“We really can see everything now, Pole,” Edith Winterbott gloated.

“Can I play horsies on her?” Edith Jackle asked suddenly. “You know, she gets on all fours, I ride her, and you whip her bum to get her going!”

Even after the horrible, shameful things that had been done to her already, Jill found it difficult to believe that this was happening. She was forced down onto all fours, and a gleeful Jackle sat on her. She could feel that she had lifted her skirt and only her panties separated her cunny from Jill’s own cringing flesh. She could feel the moistness as Jeckle rubbed herself against her. That Jeckle was her junior only added to the utter humiliation of it all as she struggled along on all fours with Jeckle whooping on her back and the others whacking her behind with whatever implements they had handy.

Finally, Adela called a halt to Jeckle’s game and pulled Jill back to her feet. Her relief was short lived, though.

“Touch your toes, spread your legs, bum in the air,” she instructed. “Who wants to be first to spank her?”

“Me first,” Cholmondeley insisted.

Jill started as she felt his hands roughly mauling the bare skin of her bottom. This was worse than she could possibly have imagined. And she was miserably aware that this was only the beginning of her torment.

She gritted her teeth as he spanked her solidly, feeling her skin burning as the blows rained down on her naked posterior. She had been spanked before, of course, but by her father in the privacy of his study, not on her bare bottom, and not in front of a crowd of hooting onlookers, egging her tormentor on to spank harder.

By the time Cholmondeley stepped back, breathing a little heavily from his efforts, Jill felt as if her bottom was on fire.

“Who’s next,” he panted.

Jill’s heart sank even further as she heard an excited “Me please!” from Edith Winterbott.

“Her bottom does look such a pretty shade of pink already,” Edith giggled, as she inspected Jill’s behind. She remembered swapping stories about spankings with her friend, and Edith’s confession that her stepfather always spanked her on the bare, and that often his hand would ‘slip’ to touch her cunny or her bum hole. Helplessly, she felt Edith’s hand delving between her thighs now, and running eager fingers along the slit of her cunny, worrying their way between her lips down there.

Edith might not spank as hard as Cholmondeley had, but she was just as thorough, clearly relishing Jill’s abject humiliation at being spanked by her former friend. By the time she stepped back, Jill’s bottom was bright scarlet.

“Let’s give her poor bum a rest for a bit,” directed Adela, after running her hands over Jill’s behind (and, like Edith, dipping between her thighs to run an inquisitive finger along her slit).

“Time for a proper cunny inspection!”

Jill was unceremoniously hauled to her feet and lifted up in the air by Big Bannister, his hands roughly groping her breasts and pinching her nipples painfully as he held her helpless. The twins grabbed a leg each and spread them open. Jill found herself in the most undignified and humiliating position imaginable. She was stark naked, thighs wide apart, and her cunny entirely on show, spread fully open for everyone’s delighted poking and prodding.

And poke and prod they all did. Jill whimpered as she felt rough hands running over her cunny, pinching, pulling, and twisting cruelly. Fingers pushed against her most sensitive places, invading her cunny and her anus. Jill kept her eyes tight shut. She could not bear to see who was doing what to her. It seemed her torment would never be over.

They let he go, at last, though, dropping her to the ground once they had finished having their fun with her.

“We’ll give you a break now, Pole,” grinned Adela at her. “But don’t think we’ve finished, were not, not by a long chalk.”

Jill grabbed her scattered clothes and ran, heading for what she hoped was temporary sanctuary at least, in the shrubbery behind the gym.

[FinchAgent]

"All sorts of things, horrid things, went on which at an ordinary school would have been found out and stopped in half a term; but at this school they weren't."