F Campbell - Margo

Margo Davis stood silently as her legs peremptorily thrust into a wide separation by strong hands. Then, to her astonishment, the headmistress knelt between them, lifted Margo's recently donned skin, and dived underneath its sheltering gloom. A moment later, her hungry mouth was glued to the girlish sex and was feeding avidly. In a mixture of fear and astonishment, Margo stood absolutely still. When she climaxed, the lips refused to stop. The hungry mouth was unappeased.

Which Mildred Harridance finally emerged with some signs of satiety, the older voice was glowing in its praise: "My dear, you are quite marvelous. You have the most amazing flavor. I knew you would have. I could sense it. All we needed was a little time to do the thing properly. You will not make love to me here in the office. I will call you to my bed chamber at my convenience and we can feed upon each other without urgency. You now have my permission to take over your duties. You can use any room you choose and gather around what girls you can. Mostly, you will find them amenable. A class is far less painful than other things so easily arranged."

A little dazed and a little shattered by the assault of the hungry mouth, Margo Davis walked out into a perplexing new world.

She was now a mistress!

"I'm terribly frightened, Miss Davis. Please help me." The young voice and the wide, appealing eyes had cornered the new mistress in an empty classroom. The young voice, which was not much younger than Margo's own, continued urgently: "My name's Emaline. I get called Emmie for short. You may call be Emmie, please. Please don't brush me off, for my feet are chafed and I'm new here. I loved your class. I think you're wonderful."

There was a terrible poignancy in the appeal. Margo backed away, but grasped the bare shoulders of the naked supplicant in her hands and studied the tearful features. Emaline could be beautiful is she tried. She was not beautiful now. Even her body, which was in itself a slender loveliness, was drooping and her features wan. The new mistress remembered her own first day. Perplexed, she asked, "Emmie, is it really that bad?"

"Oh, yes." Emmie was under the stress of a most evident emotion.

"They've chained my feet so I have to take short little steps. They said it was so I couldn't run away, but I wasn't going to run away anyhow. Then they did the most awful things. They put handcuffs on me. Look." She held up joined wrists to show the gleaming chrome of her distress. "Nice girls aren't handcuffed, Miss Davis. Handcuffs are only for convicts and people in police stations. I'm not one of them. I'm so ashamed!"

"But, Emmie dear, handcuffs are used on all sorts of people, for all sorts of things." Margo contrived a short, cheerful laugh. "I've been handcuffed quite often, and if I wanted to stop a girl from running away, I think that's what I'd use. I'd handcuff one of her wrists and attach the other to something very solid. It's really not all that bad."

"Then they locked this collar around my neck. And it's got a ring hanging down in behind. I'm sure that's for some terrible purpose. I've tried and tried, but I can't get it off. Miss Davis, please help me. I promise I won't run away."

Margo sighed. Compared to this delightful creature, she felt a century old. Glimmering light in darkness as she asked, with a touch of incredulity, "Emmie, didn't your parents know what Rossland was before they sent you?"

"Of course not." Emmie sounded indignant. "They thought it was just another school for older girls. And that's what I thought too." She turned on the appeal again. "But it isn't, is it? It's not an ordinary school at all. I think it's a place for naughty girls, not for girls like me." Hesitantly, she added, "You see, Mommy and Daddy had to go abroad for a couple of years, and they thought this would be nice for me."

She held up her cuffed wrists. "But this isn't nice at all. It's terrible."

Margo took the child in her arms. Emmie was not a child, but she talked and acted and almost looked like one. Margo felt a tremendous maternal instinct well up in her whole being by the trust and choice imposed.

Comfortingly, she said, "Emmie, you mustn't get a crush on me. Girls often get a crush on their teachers, but I'm just here with the rest of you. Maybe they'll make you a mistress someday and you'll see there isn't all that much difference. If I lifted my dress, I could show you the marks where I've been whipped too."

"You!"

Another wave of pure horror engulfed the young slenderness. "But you couldn't do anything bad. I'm sure you couldn't." There was a prolonged pause while the two girls clung and clung. The young nakedness finding refuse against the scanty tunic of the mistress's attire.

It was then the question came.

"Miss Davis, some of the girls have told me about the things we have to do here. And Miss Harridance said something. I didn't believe it at the time, but now I'm beginning to wonder. It's about the master."

"Are these things true?"

"I'm afraid they are, Emmie. But there's no way we can escape them. They seem pretty bad the first time, but we get used to it. So will you."

"Oh, I couldn't. I won't ever get used to it!" The young voice was vehement. "Miss Davis, I thought of a way you could really help me. Please, if I have to do these things, can I please do them with you? I don't think I'd mind too much with you. But I couldn't possibly with anybody else."

Margo's heart went out to the waif. Emaline was indeed an orphan in the storm. Without addiction, as she herself actually was, she longed to take this girl to a private place and there make love. It would be a kindness. But she remembered the prohibition.

"I'm sorry, dear. I'd love to, but it's forbidden. I'm a mistress, and I'm absolutely forbidden to make love with any of the girls. If I did, I'd be punished. I'm just the same as you. I belong to the two people at the top, and only they can use me."

The girl-woman absorbed the bad news. She allowed it to simmer, without finding an answer until she came up with, "And they caned my bottom, and I hadn't done a thing!"

Her cry was one of pure injustice, of innocence in the face of evil. "Look, I'll show you." She broke away and turned around, bending over to display a well-whipped bottom. Probably only the cane had been used on it, but it was a delicious scarlet, and Margo felt her pulse race and her fire flamed at the sight of it. If this young woman was thrust into her company for too long, she would not answer for, the consequences. Soothingly, she said, "It's a lovely red, Emaline. It will soon fade. I bet the hurt's mostly gone already, hasn't it?"

"Well, yes, sort of. But I haven't done anything!"

What could she do? Margo surveyed her new responsibility with total sympathy and some irritation. Her title was almost meaningless, but if it gained her confidences such as this, it would be a punishment in itself simply because she was so totally helpless in giving aid to anyone. She took the tearful young woman by the arm and led her to where there were other girls with whom she could talk and perhaps find solace. It seemed a betrayal of trust.

On the following day, she received the summons.

"The master wants you, darling." Penny Pendleton was, as usual, bubbling with enthusiasm. "You're so lucky. I bet he'll either fuck you or whip you. Isn't that wonderful? I wish I was a bit older to get in on all these things. Everybody looks on me as just a kid. It's not fair."

How do you tell a child she is lucky to be young? Margo shrugged away the imponderable and asked, "What does he really want? Penny, you are so silly about the things you said."

"How would I know?" Penny asked irritably. "He simply wants you. And when the master want a girl, she doesn't ask any questions. She just goes and gets whatever he wants to give her." She giggled happily. "And I just told you the two things I expect he'll do to you." She sighed heavily. "You're so lucky!"