A Fantasy Dynasty
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Chapter 1
The bell sounded, marking the end of second period. Mitch Bowen packed away his books and notebook, then slung his backpack on from behind his desk. Classes had so far been fairly difficult, and he was already looking forward to lunch, which was, unfortunately, several periods off.
His thoughts about the rest of the day were suddenly interrupted by a chime from the PA system.
?Mitchell Bowen, please report to the headmistress’s office,? said a pleasant girl’s voice over the loud speaker.
Mitch’s brow furrowed in confusion. Why was he being called to the headmistress’s office? He thought it might have something to do with the fact he was a new student, and that it was his first day, but there were plenty of new students at Arcadia Academy. If the headmistress wanted to meet them, they would have been sent a note about a student/teacher gathering.
Maybe there aren’t as many new students this term. Still, it seemed a little odd. Maybe it was just unfamiliar because it was so formal sounding. Everything at Arcadia was formal; it was the first time Mitch had to wear a uniform to school.
He shrugged the sensation off, but as he began to leave Miss Matsuno’s room, a few girls chatting in the back of the room caught his eye. When they noticed him, they giggled behind their hands, whispering to each other excitedly. He frowned, and then chose to shrug it off. All girls could talk about everywhere were boys, and he wasn’t that bad looking; tall, with a brief history in sports, trim brown hair and a face with high cheekbones. His other friends jokingly told him that he should go into modeling.
Outside in the hallway, students were moving around between their classes. The main building was the largest, with the gym and sports facilities coming in a close second on the other side of the property. It held all the classrooms for the Academy. The student dorms were just up the street, and the rest of the Academy was comprised of small club buildings.
All in all, the campus housed around several hundred students, and most of them, to Mitch’s delight, were women. The school had only recently begun to accept male students, and if Mitch had to take a guess, he would say for every guy, there were about 10 to 15 girls, and most, if not all of them, were drop dead gorgeous.
The administrative building, which housed the staff offices, was on the far side of the school grounds. Mitch realized that unless this meeting with the headmistress was very short, he would be late for his next class or miss it altogether. The walk alone would take him up to the next period. But he was sure the headmistress would be willing to write a pass, or had a very good reason to call him over in the middle of the day.
As he tromped across the school grounds with his bag slung over one shoulder, he thought about who he was meeting. The headmistress of Arcadia Academy, Reina Morimoto, was someone he hadn’t learned much about. For as much as the students talked about her, he didn’t exactly know what to expect. What he did know was that Morimoto was the name of the family that owned the school, so it was only natural that someone of the same family would run it.
The administration building was far quieter than he anticipated. Most of the teachers are probably at class. The hallway signs pointed him down one hall, then up a flight of stairs, then down another long hall. At the end stood a set of double doors, on which hung a plaque that said ‘Office of Headmistress Reina Morimoto’.
One of the doors was open, and when Mitch peered inside, he saw a smaller office, to small to match the elegance of the plaque and doors. A young girl typing away at a small desk confirmed his thoughts; it was only the secretary’s room before the main office.
The secretary greeted him politely, though Mitch noticed as she did, she glanced him up and down, then smiled wider. She wore the female’s school uniform: a short, black skirt with black stockings, and a matching blouse trimmed with gold and white with a similar necktie running from her throat between a pair of large breasts. ?Can I help you??
?I’m here to see Miss Morimoto about?something,? Mitch said, only feeling slightly awkward about not knowing what. ?My name is Mitch Bowen.?
The girl’s head bobbed once, a red ponytail bobbing as well. ?Yes, the headmistress is expecting you.? She gestured to the door behind her. ?Please go right in.?
Mitch thanked her, then moved to the door, opened it, and entered Reina Morimoto’s office. This time, he was sure he had entered the real thing.
Firstly, the office was enormous, easily greater than the size of his largest classroom and his entire dorm suite. Not only was it large, but it had all the trimmings of a fancy hotel or mansion. The floor was dark hardwood, carpeted mostly by a plush burgundy rug. The walls were wood paneled, one side consisting of a large bookshelf and a Victorian-style couch. There was even an old fashioned chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
And sitting behind a large mahogany desk in front of a large floor to ceiling window sat headmistress Morimoto.
?Ah, Mr. Bowen,? she greeted him, rising from her computer chair. ?Lovely to meet you.?
Mitch could barely hide the surprise, dare he say shock, in his eyes. He expected Reina Morimoto to be some middle aged or elderly woman, with years of experience. Instead, the woman who stood to greet him was a few years over 30, and quite possibly the hottest woman he’d ever seen.
She was tall, though as she moved around the desk Mitch realized it was the white ivory heels she was wearing. She wore a blazer and a skirt in the colors of Arcadia: navy blue and gold, though the skirt was short?very short. He tried not to look, but he could see the welts of her white stockings, as well as the nub of the garter belt that held them up. But the main reason he wasn’t looking at her legs was because he was staring at her chest.
Reina’s blazer spilled open up the front, and the reason why was obvious. Her breasts were enormous. Mitch hadn’t mastered the size of the female breast, but he could pick out As, Bs, and Cs with no problem. Reina’s however, went several steps above that. If Mitch had to guess, they were at least a DD, if not larger, which they probably were. They sat nestled in her blazer, the cups of a white bra peeking out from behind the lapel. There was no sag, only size and width.
Mitch tore his eyes away from the ridiculous patch of cleavage to look her in the eye, hoping he wasn’t turning beet red. Even her face was gorgeous. She had long blond hair tied back in a bun, with several hanging strands from the sides pooling in front of her shoulders and over the abrupt rise of her chest. Her eyes were big and clear blue, and a small beauty mark dotted the corner of her mouth.
She extended her hand, the other on her hip. ?Reina Morimoto.?
Mitch took it. ?Yes, I know?I mean, I know who you are! Nice to meet you too, Miss Morimoto.?
Reina smiled amusingly. ?How very polite of you. I find that refreshing.? She turned to move towards her desk, and Mitch couldn’t help but check out her backside as well. Perfect, just like the front. ?You wouldn’t believe how many students try to go on first name basis with their superiors. This is an academic environment; students must address their teachers as such.? She leaned casually against her desk, then gestured to one of the plush leather chairs in front of it. ?Have a seat, Mr. Bowen.?
Mitch scrambled to sit down, dropping his bag next to the chair. The leather was thick, and as soon as he hit the chair, he had no choice but to sink into it.
?So, Mr. Bowen,? Reina began, leaning further on the desk. Mitch couldn’t help but notice her skirt rode up further, fully exposing her stocking welts. He thought he saw a brief flash of white panties, but the headmistress crossed her legs. The action tugged her skirt up further, revealing a garter strap. ?How are all of your classes coming so far??
?They’re?fine,? Mitch replied. ?Haven’t really got a chance to get into them yet, you know? But so far, I like it here at Arcadia. The people are great, and it looks like there’s a lot of stuff I can get into.?
How can the school let her get away with dressing like that? She looks like a porn star! Mitch shifted a little uncomfortably, despite the comfort of the chair. He was glad he wasn’t popping an erection in front of her, but he was damn close. If he did, he could only hope his pants covered it.
The headmistress smiled. ?I’m glad to hear that. You’ll find that we prize excellence above all else, Mr. Bowen. Being accepted her is quite a privilege.?
?Thank you,? he said with a bit of a stammer. ?That’s what I’ve been told, and I’m glad I can attend here.?
?Now, the reason why I called you to my office today.? Reina moved up from her lean on the desk, her skirt thankfully moving back down a few inches, and moved to the side of her desk. ?You are a new student here, and we have a requirement that you take a placement test of sorts.?
?A test?? Mitch asked with a furrow of his brow. He’d already taken one to get into the school. ?I thought I had already completed that when I was accepted.?
?This test is a little more?personal,? Reina said with a smile. ?As I said before, this school takes great pride in their students, and this test will be a small measure of your success here. Don’t worry,? she added as Mitch looked further perplexed. ?This test will not affect your academics or standing in any way, or remove you from campus. It’s more of an evaluation if anything else, and once you are finished, your teachers will exempt your absence for the day.?
?Ah, okay then.? Mitch scratched his head and shrugged. He was more than confident in his intelligence. After all, he had gotten into a private university. ?Let’s do it then.?
?Excellent!? Reina beamed. ?If you would please, Mr. Bowen, stand up and take your clothes off.?
Her request was so unsuspecting that Mitch had already stood up when it registered. ?I?I’m sorry??
?I said ‘please take your clothes off’,? Reina repeated patiently, hands on her hips.
Mitch flushed in color. What was going on? ?Look, I’m sorry, but?I don’t feel?comfortable with this. Shouldn’t this be done at the nurse’s office??
?Mr. Bowen, this test is a very serious matter,? Reina said firmly. ?All students are required to take it. I have not been appointed headmistress to let a spoiled young man dodge it. Now I will tell you again: take your clothes off.?
Reina didn’t move, but she did give him the warning raise of one of her plucked eyebrows. She didn’t look menacing, but she certainly did look authoritative.
Mitch set his teeth, then breathed deeply. ?No, Miss Morimoto. You can’t make me do that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to class.?
Mitch turned around, picking up his bag and headed to the door. He got about two feet when something pulled at his ear and twisted it painfully. He yelped as he was tugged back, to his shock, by Reina. She had him by the ear with two fingers, and she twisted. The pain was more than enough to have him fall in step with her.
Once back in front of her desk, she grabbed the hem of his dress shirt, then tugged it up. It was such a forceful move that the shirt was pulled cleanly from his body, and in the absence of it, Mitch could only freeze in surprise that he was standing bare-chested in the headmistress’s office.
He was further surprised when she grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm behind him. He heard the ‘snick’ of metal and something close around his wrist. The following ratchet sound told him that she had just tightened a hand cuff around his wrist.
?Hey!? Mitch yelled. His freeze finally broke, but it was too late. The surprisingly strong Reina Morimoto had already locked his other wrist in the set of cuffs, and Mitch stood with his arms behind his back. She put a hand against his chest and shoved lightly, sending him stumbling back into the thick leather chair. ?What the hell do you think you’re doing??
Reina didn’t answer. She picked up something from her desk, something that hadn’t been there when he had walked in. It was a big rubber ball, attached to some buckled straps. It took Mitch a second to realize that it was a ball gag. He wasn’t into that sort of thing, but he had run into a few pictures with internet porn.
?Mr. Bowen, this is something naughty boys have to wear when they talk to me. Good boys don’t have to.? She eyed him expectantly. ?Now tell me, Mitchell, are you going to be a good boy, or a naughty boy??
?Listen up,? Mitch snarled back. ?Just because you run this place doesn’t mean you can do whatever the hell you want. When my parents hear about this, you’re going to-?
Reina stepped forward and pinched his nose, cutting him off abruptly. The other hand brought the gag close, up to his mouth. Mitch yelped and tried to pull away, but her fingers were a vice, and the brief movement of his mouth was more than enough to slide the gag between his lips and past his teeth. He tried to shake his head and force the ball out once her hand left, but she was already buckling the strap behind his head.
?A naughty boy after all. I’m disappointed, Mr. Bowen, you had been so polite earlier.
Mitch gave a single, futile thrash, then decided to save his energy. He couldn’t break free of steel. Even if he could escape the room, what was he supposed to do, run around campus shirtless, cuffed, and ball gagged? All he could do was settle in the cool leather seat, and glare at Reina.
?Now we can proceed with the test,? she proclaimed. Mitch’s eyes bulged when she picked up an inch thick tablet of papers and an old fashioned fountain pen. That was the test? How much content could there be to require that much paper, and what did it have to do with him being cuffed gagged, and shirtless?
Reina set her pen on top of the form, then turned to face him. ?Stand up,? she ordered. ?Those pants need to come off.?
Continued in Chapter 2.
Grace
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