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On the Isle of Insanity

Book One – Chapters 1 through 3

By XSPY4U

Authors Note: Thanks to all of you who have continued to follow my work. This story is a little different from the others I have written. The idea was inspired by Magmafire, whose actual story plan was more detailed than mine was. I hope it does justice to the vision he had for the story. As my readers know, I find it impossible to write stories that are not a series. This is not a departure from that passion. It is however, a departure from reluctance to BDSM and I have included both female and male victims?so we’ll see how that turns out. Before you embark, be warned, this is Book One with three chapters (a long read). I have outlined 9 more chapters in the series and it may take some time to complete (as I also need to finish the Victoria Series and the last chapter of Deeds of Love). As always, comments and votes are appreciated. Thanks.

Chapter 1 –Orgasms of Induction

The interior of the ship felt like a steel coffin. Heather and Robert sat among twenty other teenagers in the humid darkness of the ship’s hull. A dull light cast the area in a gray shadow, where form without detail was all that distinguished the passengers. The majority of them were stoic in the soft drum of the engines and the quiet sobs of a few.

Heather considered the steel cuff that secured her wrist to the bench. It seemed unnecessary since the only means of escape was the vast ocean.  She gazed at her twin brother, Robert, but if he possessed any answers, they remained hidden in his shadowed face.

Heather’s thoughts returned, not for the first time, to the events that had led to this moment. Ten days ago, she and her brother had been normal teenagers, living a normal life, in a home with two normal parents. Then the Assistant Minister of Inquiry had appeared in their school’s morning assembly. He had addressed the students and teachers in a matter-of-fact, but friendly tone. He had talked about many things, most of which Heather had ignored, but she now recalled his dissertation on the ethics of their thoughts and the importance of purity for the betterment of their society. She recalled the Minister’s hawk like nose that sat upon his narrow face and the manner in which his eyes appeared both dead and yet alive with suspicion.

At the conclusion of his speech, the Minister announced that they would be required to complete the Ministry’s Survey. Throughout the rest of the day, the students and teachers reported in groups to the Head Office. Each student and teacher entered the office separately and approached the Assistant Minister and his aide, a heavyset woman of about fifty who looked more dangerous than her boss did.

When Heather entered the room, the Minister smiled at her, but the toothy grin was not warm or friendly. Before the two governors were two piles of papers. One was blue and the other was pink. Heather assumed that the blue was for boys and the pink for girls, but after a moment of silent consideration, the Minister told his aide to give Heather a blue survey.

After each of her classmates had received a survey, they returned to their classroom to complete them. Heather noticed that most students had pink sheets and that only a few had the blue. Her teacher, Miss Adams and her brother Robert both had blue surveys.

The questions seemed as mundane as the lecture. Some of the questions seemed irrelevant if not ridiculous.  On the backside of the survey, however, the questions made her unsettled. The tone seemed to have an underlying sexual nature. One question asked if she considered herself modest. Another asked that she select from four choices which she would least prefer and the selection ranged from public nudity to public spanking. The most alarming was a question on masturbation. It asked how many times a day she masturbated with a choice of one, three and more than three. Heather was shocked both at the intimacy of the question and by the fact that there was no option to select either ?zero? or ?I do not.? She left the question blank.

Although they were under strict instructions not to discuss the survey or the questions on the survey, Heather had sought out her friend Susan at lunch. Susan told her that she had received a pink survey and although she refused to discuss the questions, she confirmed that none was of the personal sexual nature Heather mentioned.

Two days later, Heather and Robert’s parents received a telegram from the Ministry. The letter instructed them to attend an Ethics Hearing at the Ministry’s Court the following week. Upon entry to the Court, her parents were taken to an interview room while Heather and Robert were escorted to a courtroom. As they entered, she saw her teacher, Miss Adams. Miss Adams was a young teacher with long red hair and beautiful legs. She had a propensity to dress in short plaid schoolgirl skirts and button down shirts that often displayed her ample cleavage. Today she wore much the same, but now her green eyes streamed with tears and she softly sobbed as a matron led her by the arm.

Heather and Robert sat on the hard wooden court benches for more than an hour. Heather felt bad for Robert. Her brother was shy and reserved by nature. It seemed that she was the twin who had received all of the extroversion. Not that she was as outgoing as most, but she had enough confidence to make friends and interact with others. Robert on the other hand, had no friends that she knew of. Although he was a great athlete, he chose the swim team as his sole sport because it provided him a measure of solitude in practice and competition. His teammates admired his ability and strength, but that never translated to any friendships. Robert showed little interest in girls.  She had seen the way her brother looked at some of the girls and especially the way he remained so intent on Miss Adams, so she was sure the feigned lack of interest was more a lack of confidence. Confidence should not have been an issue, for his tall muscular body and good looks were no less a magnet than Heather’s long raven hair, blue eyes and perfect body.

Heather had caught many boys and a few girls looking at her with lustful stares. The boys gave her no worries, but the girls made her nervous. Often after a swim meet, she would find several girls purposefully waiting for her to undress so they could see her naked. Her own natural modesty and shyness made such encounters humiliating so she tried to change as quickly as possible, although of late some of the girls had taken to moving her clothing and towel while she showered to force her to search the locker room naked.

Just before the Magistrate of Affairs entered the courtroom, a matron appeared and requested Robert follow her. They left the courtroom and Heather was alone for a few moments before the Assistant Ministers Aide entered the court. She gave Heather a cold glance as she approached the table set before the Magistrate’s Bench. The Magistrate entered and Heather was surprised to see it was a woman who appeared more like a grandmother than an official of such a high position.

She sat down and addressed the Aide.

?Will this be a protracted judgment or is all in order for a Writ of Process??

?It will be quick Madam Magistrate.?

?Have the parents received the proper council and reading of the Choices??
?They have Madam, and have waived the Choice to Representation. I have here, their Writ of Assignment to allow this Court and the Ministry to find for proper action.?

?Very well, and whom are we assessing today?Heather Acropolis.?

?Yes Madam.?

The Magistrate acknowledged Heather with her grandmotherly smile, but it did little to ease Heather’s sudden fear. She understood neither the exchange nor why she was in the courtroom.

Another court matron appeared at Heather’s side.

?Have the Ward step forward, please,? the Magistrate instructed.

The matron took Heather by the arm, but Heather provided no resistance when led to a chair at the front of the courtroom.

?You may begin Madam Aide.?

?Your Magistrate, the Ward is a student in the government education system of Section D10, facility 5. She is in her 12th year of study.?

?Seems a little late for ethics education Madam Aide,? the Magistrate interrupted.

?Under normal circumstances the Ministry would agree, however, the Ward has demonstrated both an aptitude and a desire to enter in the Citizen sector.?

?Young Lady, is it true that you desire a career in the Citizen sector??

?Yes,? Heather responded. ?I want to be a teacher.?

?Let the record confirm that under section 1413 of the code, that the late term Ward has indicated a desire to enter the Citizen Sector, which gives the Ministry cause to ensure the ethics of the Ward. Please continue Madam Aide.?

?The Ward participated in the Standards of Ethics and Thought Survey approved by the Citizen’s Council of 2025. The results of the Survey indicated that the Ward has an underlying propensity for unethical thoughts and behavior. Without correction, these qualities may advance and in this case may infect future students that the Ward instructs.?

Heather was shocked. Nothing in the Survey suggested that she had ethical issues. Most of the questions, in fact, forced her to answer even when none of the responses fit her.

?In terms of ethical category Madam Aide, please state for the record the area in which correction is required.?

?Yes Madam Magistrate. The Ward demonstrates inappropriate desires with regards to sexual situations including exhibitionism and self stimulation.?

?That is absurd!? Heather stood up and yelled. The court matron immediately pushed her back down into the chair.

?This Court will not have any outbreaks such as that young lady,? the Magistrate chastised her. ?Your parents have declared you a Ward of the Court, so I suggest you behave so proper verdict can be reached.?

Heather glared at the Aide, but the women just gave her a sly half smile.

?Continue.?

?Madam Magistrate, the psychological profile of the survey has been shown to be flawless in the detection of ethics issues specifically to sexual nature. If this was a murder survey, there would be reason and cause to question the results.?

?Thank you, yes, I am fully aware of the Ministry’s and Citizen’s Councils faith in the results.?

?Then you agree that a score of 99 shows just cause to place the Ward in the program.?

?Ordinarily, I would, however, I am still concerned with the age of the Ward, and it is a very late term decision.?

?Then I will point out three other factors. One the Ward stated that she would prefer public nudity to public spanking. That is rather than feel pain she would prefer to be naked in front of a group of strangers.?

?Wait,? Heather interrupted, ?I thought??
?Matron, secure the Ward and her mouth.?

The Matron used worn leather cuffs and secured each of Heather’s wrists to the arms of the wooden chair. She then produced a red ball that attached on each side were black leather straps. She forced the ball into Heather’s mouth and secured the straps behind Heather’s head.

?Mmmm, mmmm,? Heather panicked and struggled against the chair.

?Please, just relax or you will choke,? the matron’s kind voice whispered in her ear.

Heather relaxed a bit and the rubber ball felt less awkward. As her panic settled, she remembered the reason for her outburst. She thought that the question had asked about either public nudity or a naked public spanking. The manner in which the Aide read it made Heather wonder if she had misunderstood the question, or had she really just imagined it that way.

?The second factor is that the Ward stated that she masturbates more than three times a day.?

Heather was sick. She knew she had left that question blank. This felt like a set-up.

?The third factor is that the Ward willfully and knowingly disobeyed instructions. We have a signed statement from a witness who swears that the Ward discussed the contents of her Survey.?

Heather‘s heart sunk. To this statement, there was no denying.

?The last factor is reason for discipline, I agree, however, I am still considerate of the age in terms of the first two.?

?Madam Magistrate, the Ministry has clearly established?? The Magistrate held up her hand.
?Do not lecture me, Madam Aide, I am well aware of the Ministry’s principles and practices and have sat on this bench long before your office was established. The Court is not subject to your Office’s authority and I will come to my own conclusions on these matters.?

?Yes Madam Magistrate.?

?I want to hear now from the Ward. Matron please release her so that she may stand and speak.?

The Matron gently untied and removed the ball gag from Heather’s mouth and then released the cuffs. Heather stood and faced the Magistrate.

?Ward, do you deny that you discussed the Survey under strict instruction not to??

?No, Madam.?

?And the other results, do you deny them??

?I do Madam.?

?Are you suggesting that your Survey was altered from your original responses??

?Well, yes and no.?

?Young Lady, this is a court of facts, your answer is either yes or no but not both.?

?Yes Madam, I did not answer the?the?masturbation question, but I did say I did not want a public spanking.?

?Are you a virgin??

?I –I slept with one boy.?

?Then the answer is ‘no’.?

?Yes Madam.? Heather turned bright red and cursed herself. The ?one time? was a mistake.

The Magistrate returned her attention to the Aide.

?I am not convinced that reeducation will be of assistance.?

?Might I suggest we confer with Dr. Angela on the matter? Her stimulus and response test will prove the concerns of the Ministry that this Ward has impure thoughts that lead to an overzealous sexual response.?

?I’m not in mind to delay this decision; my calendar is fairly full this month.?

The Magistrate typed a few lines into her computer. ?It does appear that Dr. Angela is downstairs in her lab today and that she has an open slot in the next fifteen minutes. Are you available to oversee the test and immediately return the results to me for the decision??

?I am,? said the Aide. She did not know why, but the Assistant Minister had given her strict instructions to ensure that this one was assigned to the Reform Facility.

?Ward, neither I nor the Ministry have any right to force you to take the test. I can make a decision in light of the facts; however, based on your testimony I would be forced to sentence you to a penal colony for no less than thirty days for your violation of the secrecy code. Do you understand??

?Yes?

?On the other hand, if you are willing to consent to the test and the results are negative, then your record will be clear and you will be released back to your parents.?

?I will take the test.?

?Are you aware that the test requires the removal of all your clothes?? Heather did not know anything about the test and the thought of being naked scared her.

?Yes.?

?So be it, then do so.?

Later Heather wondered how she could have misunderstood the statement. She rationalized that it was fear and confusion, but a part of her considered if maybe there was something wrong with her.

Heather began to unbutton her blouse in the courtroom. The Magistrate started to stop her but then reconsidered, for both reasons of inquiry and because this young girl was so beautiful that she reveled at the opportunity to see where this would lead.

Heather took off her blue blouse. She slowly removed her shoes and then unbuttoned her long skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she remembered that she had worn a thong and quickly regretted the decision.

The Magistrate, the Aide, and the Matron stood in awe as Heather revealed her voluptuous body. Clad only in a light pink thong and matching bra, the girl was spectacular. Her full breasts accented by her slim waist and flat stomach. The years of swimming had toned her body but her Greek roots gave her an hourglass soft appearance.

?All of them,? Heather asked hoping this was enough.

?Sure,? the Magistrate said.

Heather reached back and unsnapped her bra. She removed it but covered her ample breasts with one arm. Not, however, before everyone saw the perfect pink areoles that were topped with nipples the diameter of a pencil eraser.

Heather bent at the waist as she slid her pink panties down the length of her athletic legs. She stood and covered her bare mound with her hand. As a swimmer, she regularly waxed to ensure no hair showed through her almost sheer swimsuit.

?Put your hands at your sides,? the Magistrate instructed in a thick voice.

Heather reluctantly obeyed. The women took in her goddess like figure.

?Why are you naked?? The Magistrate finally asked.

?You- you told m-me too.? Heather replied.

?I did not. I said, ‘then do so’ with regards to the test. Did you think we were going to conduct the test here? Did you not hear me say Dr. Angela’s lab was elsewhere??

?Umm, y-yes.?

?Then why are you naked in the middle of my courtroom??
Heather had no answer. None was needed; she had sealed her own fate.

?Madam Aide, please proceed with the test, however I am well inclined to agree with you that reformation is necessary. I will let the record show that the Ward stripped naked in the Court. In terms of sentencing, however, the results of the test will determine the length, is that understood??

?Yes Madam Magistrate.?

?Very well, same timeline, please get me the result as quickly as possible. Now take her to the lab.?

Heather shocked and humiliated scrambled to get her clothes.

?That will not be necessary,? said the Aide. ?We will use the back steps, and you need to be naked for the test, so leave them as is.?

She grabbed the panties from Heather’s hand and threw them on the floor, then took Heather by the arm and led her out of the courtroom.

?But you said we’d use the back stairs, I can’t go into the hallway naked.?

?Shut up you little bitch,? the Aide said as she squeezed Heather’s upper arm.
?Ow,? Heather squeaked.

?I will take you over my knee right in the hallway if you give me any shits at all, are we clear??

?Y-yes.?

The Aide walked Heather out into the hall. Several people sat on benches or stood against the wall. They all turned and stared as the beautiful naked teen was led down the hall to a door marked ‘Stairs.’

The Aide walked Heather down the cold steel steps and then a short green hallway. At the end of the hall was a door marked lab. The Aide pushed Heather through the door into a small office that held a table with a row of computer screens, keyboards, and electronic boards with switches and dials.

On the far wall was a large window that looked into a lab with a patient table in the middle. Above the table was a large machine from which several wires hung down. A small woman in a white lab coat examined the wires and connections of the machine. When the Aide pushed Heather through the door the woman turned and smiled.

?Hello Marta, what have we here?? the woman asked.

?Hello Doctor Angela, this is Ward Acropolis, she is here for testing.?

Doctor Angela took in Heather’s body.

?How old are you dear??

?Not of any importance,? answered the Aide Marta. ?Madame is in the court awaiting the results of a level 1 stimulus test.?

?Level 1? But that is to test??

?We can discuss it in the private office, please hook up the Ward first.?

?Listen, this is highly unusual??

?Doctor, need I remind you that your work is funded by the Ministry and as such you have a duty, now obey my direction and we can discuss it later.?

A scowl crossed the doctor’s face but she indicated the table to Heather, ?Please lie on the table.?

Heather did as she was told. The discussion unnerved her and the tone of the Aide’s voice scared the naked teen.

?She is prone to outbreaks, so please secure her legs and arms,? Marta instructed.

Doctor Angela complied. She attached leather cuffs to Heather’s wrists and ankles. Heather was mortified to be rendered spread-eagle and helpless on the table.

?Is she secure??

?Quite.?

?Then please come with me so that we may discuss the testing.? Marta did not wait for a response as she left the Lab. It was clear the large woman expected the doctor to follow.

In the outer office, Doctor Angela regained some of her confidence.

?Madam Aide, a Level One test is for sex addicts, not for Wards. I am sure you are aware that it measures sexual levels not just response to visual stimulus.?
?I am fully aware and under the instructions of the Assistant Minister himself.?

The doctor paused. The Assistant Minister was not a man to be trifled with, unless you wanted to wind up on the Island yourself.

?But the Madam of the Court will never sign off on the results of a Level One exam, so what is to be gained??

Marta ignored the question. ?Set up the machine please.?

?Oh very well,? Doctor Angela sighed. She punched in commands into the computer, and then set the appropriate dials. ?I need to attach the electrodes and then fill out the Court’s form for print out.?

?You attach the electrodes and I will handle the form.?

?But you are not authorized.?

?Perhaps we should contact the Assistant Minister and ask my level of authority??
?Fine have it your way,? the doctor said and went into the Lab

Marta pulled up the form on the computer. She typed in Heather’s name and information. In the section marked ?test level? she typed in the number three. The results of the test would print below the line and then would only require the signature of the doctor and herself. The doctor would of course balk at the incorrect entry, but ultimately would comply.

In the Lab, the Doctor Angela approached Heather.

?I apologize young lady for what is about to happen.?

?W-what do you mean? What is going to happen??
?Oh not to worry, it will not be entirely unpleasant, but I’m afraid someone in the Ministry wants very badly for you to go to Reformation.? While she spoke, the doctor began to place the electrodes on Heather’s body.

One was placed on each temple to read ambient brain waves, one on her coradic artery at her neck, one on each side of Heather’s nipples, and one just above her belly button. Doctor Angela selected a small silver tube shaped object. She covered it with a clear liquid.

?This may be slightly uncomfortable, but I need to insert this probe in your vagina.?

Heather groaned with embarrassment.

The doctor gently parted Heather’s lips, and inserted the probe into her vagina. A small gasp escaped the girl.

The doctor selected a clear tube like instrument from the array of devices that hung from the machine above the table.

?This one,? she said, ?will go over your nipple and then a second on the other side. Now this may be uncomfortable, but it is necessary that the nipple first be erect. Ordinarily I would let you do it yourself, but with your hands tied I will need to do it.?

?Please, no, don’t touch me,? Heather pleaded.

The doctor ignored her and approached the side of the table.

?Now don’t worry, just relax and close your eyes.?

Doctor Angela did not agree with this process; however, the sight of this naked girl was quite a marvel. The girl had beautiful, firm, C-cup breast. The pink areoles were a wonderful contrast to her creamy skin and the nipples looked so thick and inviting. 

Doctor Angela cupped Heather’s left breast and gently squeezed. The flesh was as firm as it looked. Almost immediately, the girl’s nipple showed signs of growth. The doctor licked her finger and while she massaged the breast, she gently rubbed the hardened nipple. It grew firm under her fingertip. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and gently twisted and stroked it to its full size.  She saw that the girl’s breathing rate had already increased and wondered if maybe the Aide was correct on this one. The doctor was tempted to take the nipple into her mouth, but feared the wrath of Marta, so instead she connected the small plastic hose firmly to the nipple. The sensation made Heather jump.

?It okay, we are just about done,? the doctor assured.

?The other will not be necessary and neither will the anal probe,? Marta said from behind the doctor.

?Okay,? Doctor Angela agreed, ?and the stimulus movie??

?Of course.?

The Doctor pulled a small monitor into Heather’s view.

?Please raise the back of the table doctor and secure the Ward’s legs to the stirrups.?

The doctor did as she was told. Heather flushed red with embarrassment. With her legs secured to the stirrups, she was completely spread and exposed.

?Okay Doctor Angela, please begin the tests, I wills stay with the Ward?you may return if you like,? Marta said and gave Angela a wink.

Flushed the doctor left the room and started the movie and the test sequence. The electrodes would measure and chart the girl’s level of sexual stimulus. The purpose of the movie was just as a base line for comparison. According to the forged settings the Aide had entered the read out would make it appear that the physical response was due to the visual stimuli. In truth, the girl would receive direct stimulation from the vagina probe and the nipple suction. In addition, the two electrodes on each temple would continue to readjust the girl’s brainwaves to maximize, instead of dampen, sexual response- another little adjustment courtesy of the Aide. The unsuspecting young woman had no idea that no amount of self-control would prevent the massive orgasms she was about to experience.

Marta gently stroked Heather’s raven hair.  She allowed her other hand to rest lightly on the girl’s belly. The fingers lightly stroked the soft flesh. The lights dimmed signaling the start of the first test cycle. The monitor came to life, but Marta did not need to look at it to know what appeared. The movie would begin with common images of people engaged in normal activity. It would then cycle to scantily dressed men and women engaged in the same activities. Then the actors would appear naked and finally there would be an all out orgy. Marta was certain that before the last scenes appeared the naked girl would be writhing in orgasm.

?Now listen sweetie.  My Boss has plans for you; you are one of the chosen. There is no sense in fighting what is about to happen. The Aides hand slid down Heather’s body to her thigh. The fingers gently stroked the inner thigh, each time coming closer to Heather’s exposed pussy. The more Heather tried to ignore the sensation the more her mind seemed to resist.

?Are we getting excited??

?No,? Heather lied.

?Just wait.?

As the second test cycle began, the breast tube activated and it gently sucked at Heather’s nipple. At the same time, the small silver tube began to vibrate inside her.

?Ahh,? Heather moaned from the sudden sensations.  She fought it, but the electrodes at her temples activated her sex drive and the feeling increased.

?Hmmmm, I think you like it,? the Aide whispered as her finger lightly traced Heather’s lips.

?N-n-o-o, don’t do that,? Heather begged.

?Oh yes, that and more,? the Aide teased as she gently parted Heather’s lips and searched for the girl’s clit. Her other hand found Heather’s breast and flicked the girl’s nipple.

?Ohhh,? Heather moaned. The sensation was overwhelming.

?My o-my, what have we here,? the Aide laughed as she gently rubbed Heather’s rock hard clit.

?Ahhh, na, no? Heather panted. Something was wrong; she had never felt such a strong sensation as this. The machine sucking at her nipple and the vibration consumed her.

The Aide sensed Heather was close to her first orgasm, so she bent over and sucked at the girl’s breast. Her finger teased and rubbed Heather’s clit in quick circular strokes.

?Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,? Heather shook with her first orgasm. The Aide knew this one was nothing compared to what was ahead.

The machine recorded the first orgasm and charted it to the visual stimulus of two people eating ice cream in their underwear. It then cycled to the next and increased the sucking pressure while the vibrator began to cycle between the former low speed and now a medium intensity.

Doctor Angela watched Heather’s first orgasm with a hand inside her own panties. The shaking naked girl excited her and she needed to touch her. She left the control panel and entered the Lab.

Marta saw the expression. ?Please doctor, enjoy some.?

Doctor Angela went between the teen’s legs. The girl was moist from orgasm. Marta moved her fingers and the doctor began to lick the girl with long slow strokes of her tongue. Angela marveled in the sweet taste of the young girl’s juices.

Heather felt a soft warm sensation at her mound. It sent powerful ripples up her belly. She tried to resist but it was impossible. Her brain and body screamed for more and Heather could barely stop herself from yelling for the woman to lick faster.

Marta leaned over the doctor. ?Prepare her ass for me.?

The doctor lowered her mouth and her tongue found the girl’s tight little rosebud. She swabbed and stabbed at it.

?Ahhh,? Heather moaned at the sudden intrusion.

Marta slid her hand under the girl, her fingers found Heather’s anus and she pushed the doctor away. The wet hole was prepared and she jammed her finger into its tightness.

Heather bucked on the table as another more powerful orgasm consumed her.

?Oh, oh g-god, oh, ahhhhh,? she moaned.

The doctor attacked Heather’s clit with her tongue, lapped, and nipped at the small bud.

Another orgasm immediately followed.

The machine categorized all of Heather’s reactions and then began the third cycle. The silver bullet increased it speed to high. Heather was delirious with pleasure and the waves of orgasm contracted and loosened her muscles.

The doctor continued to lick and suck at the girl; her hands roamed across Heather’s body and then found her breast. Marta continued to fuck the girl’s ass with her finger.

The largest orgasm approached and Heather almost passed out. The sensation went through her entire body and fluid poured from her vagina. It went on and on in her mind until finally the sensations just caused her to jerk and moan on the table.

The machine registered the body fluctuations and noted that Heather’s brain had begun to shut down key receptors to prevent overload. The machine ended the cycles.

Heather laid sweaty and exhausted on the table. Now that brainwave control had ended, she felt humiliated.  Gratefully the doctor was no longer between her legs.

?I told you, you would enjoy it, you little slut,? Marta said to her.

Heather was too exhausted to respond.

?What nothing to say, maybe I can help,? Marta found Heather’s sensitive clit and rubbed it.

?N-n-oo, please no more,? Heather cried.

?Just one more,? Marta laughed, ?I need a taste.?

The large women buried her face in Heather’s mound, lapped, and stroked it with her tongue. Heather was so sensitive the sensation was both intensely pleasurable and painful.

?A-a-ahhhhhhh,? she screamed as another orgasm crashed through her.

Marta looked up from between Heather’s legs and smiled a wet smile.

?Would you like more??

?No p-please no more.?

The woman stopped, she wiped her wet face on the inside of Heather’s thigh.

?We told you, that you needed reformation.?

The Magistrate was surprised at the results.

?All this from a movie??

?Yes Madam.?

?Ward please step forward.?

Heather was disheveled and exhausted. Her hair was still wet with sweat and hung in her face. Her clothes had been put on in haste and looked out of sort.

?Based on these findings, I have no choice but to sentence you to the maximum time your age will allow. You will spend two years at the Reformation Island facility for the purpose of correction. During that time you will complete your primary degree and may start, if the Ministry finds appropriate, your secondary teaching studies.?

Heather remained silent.

?Do you understand this sentence??

?Y-yes,? Heather whispered.

?Do you understand that you have the choice to refuse the Reformation and become a Samaritan instead of a Citizen??

The Samaritans lived outside the cities and endured a miserable life- it was not an option.
?I do,? Heather responded.

?Very well, this Court turns you over to the care of the Ministry for a period of two years, may your journey to Citizenship be successful.?

Heather recalled it all with such clarity from the prison hull of the ship. She knew that the Island would be rough, that they would discipline her and the others without mercy, but she also knew she had no other options. Confusion however, eclipsed her fear.  She was certain that she had not selected any of the survey choices for the masturbation question. That felt like a set-up. The public spanking question bothered her. Why had she assumed the spanking was to be administered while she was naked? Secondly, her reaction to the ?test? was intense and unexpected. It seemed if she were to be completely honest, that she had enjoyed the humiliation.  Her greatest concern was that although the thought of the Island brought fear, still there was an edge of nervous excitement. Altogether, she questioned to what degree the Ministry’s accusations might be true.

Chapter 2 – Naked Lessons

A loud scraping of wood against metal announced their arrival at the Island’s main dock. The quiet sobriety of the holding area became electric with uneasiness and the students murmured with one another.

The hull’s door swung open and bright sunlight illuminated the compartment. Heather noticed how disheveled the students looked. She wondered if her own eyes had the catatonic weariness that she observed in her fellow passengers. Robert still did not look at her. His intent blue gaze remained on the open door.

Several young men and women entered the compartment. They were all dressed in identical gray jumpsuits. The men’s hair was short, the women’s pulled back in tight buns.  Each carried a short, black stick that resembled a police baton. As they entered, they took up positions facing the seated passengers. After a moment, a tall, older man entered and stood silhouetted in the door.

?Please listen carefully. It is important that you follow these instructions precisely. Failure to do so will result in immediate transport to the prison section of the Island. Trust me students, that is not a place you want to be.? On this last note, his voice softened slightly with measured sincerity.

?The Grey in front of you will unlock your restraints. Do not make any movement until instructed to do so. When all of you are released, you will be instructed to stand. Upon standing turn in place and face the door. I will then instruct you to walk on the left and then on the right. That means those on my left aisle will exit first. Once outside walk directly to the plank and follow my lead to the staging area. No talking, no touching. At the staging area you are to line up in a single line and face the podium.?

Heather and Robert grew up within the protection of the City’s Shield. Their parents were Citizens and that meant a high level of responsibility. Citizens could take vacations, but always at the risk of losing status or potentially missing a deadline.  Heather had never been on more than a day long vacation. The beauty of the Island shocked her. The sky was a deeper blue than when viewed through the Shield. The ocean sparkled as the waves gently fell upon the whitest sand she had ever seen. Beyond the beach, she saw a lush tropical forest and could hear birds singing. The air had a smell unlike anything she had experienced. It was warm and salty and it gently lifted her dark hair.  She wished she could stand there forever and bask in the sun that warmed her face.

The walk to the staging area was short. They climbed a short set of stone steps, which ended in a large circular slab of concrete. The group stretched out in silence facing a wide stone staircase that led to another platform above them. The large platform began to fill with young men and women.

As the groups ascended the platform from a hidden staircase behind it they fanned out first to Heathers’ left and then to her right. The first group was comprised mostly of women, but they were older than the rest. They wore dark blue pants and matching tunics.  The women all wore their hair pulled back like the escorts in gray. The few men in the group wore their hair short. Each wore a thick black belt around their waist. Hung from the belt on one side was a cat-o-nine tails and on the other a small blue paddle.

The second group all looked to be Heather’s age. They wore red. The boy’s wore one-piece jumpsuits that zippered down the front. The girls wore matching red dresses that came to the upper thigh. The girl’s outfits included leather boots that came just above their knees. Like the first group, they each wore a belt. Attached to their belts however, were rubber foot long cylinder shaped objects and a large red feather.

The final group to ascend looked to be around twenty. They all wore black. The men in pants and shirts and the women in black body suits that hugged their figures. Men and women wore black boots, but the women also donned short black jackets. Each carried what looked to be a riding crop.

What immediately struck Heather was that everyone before her was beautiful. Their bodies were all different shapes, and heights. The hair colors ranged from blond to black, but each would easily be considered highly attractive.

A man of about twenty stepped forward. Unlike the other’s his belt was gold. He was tall, with thick dark hair and a deep olive tan. His dark eyes took in the group before him and Heather had a ridicules desire to straighten her hair.

?Welcome to Reformation Island,? he said in a confident clear voice.

?My name is Marco and I am in charge of the oversight of your program. This is Katrina, my co-director.? A striking girl with long red hair and green eyes stepped forward and took his outstretched hand. She looked down at the group with cynicism and contempt.

?You have all been given to us for training. Some for a year, some for two. Understand that my council and I will determine the exact length of your education.  Today will be your orientation and readiness day. Tomorrow the real lessons begin.  Jacob will begin with a brief overview of today.?

A large muscular man with blond hair stepped forward and addressed the group.

?You will each be assigned a dorm with three others. You will have a bath, receive your uniform, and then receive the evening meal. Afterwards you will receive your class schedule for the term and your C-pad which contains all of your readings and assignments. After which this council will interview some of you and others will be allowed to rest for the evening. Classes begin at 10 am – tardiness is not recommended. Each morning and each evening, you are to bathe and have body oil applied. You will also be required to submerge once weekly in the treatment bath. This will remove all body hair from the neck down. It is up to you to ensure you remain smooth and to seek additional submersions if required.?

Jacob stepped back and Marco addressed the group again.

?Katrina will now explain our rank system. Please make an effort to memorize all of the information you receive. Nothing will be written down and failure on your part will be met with punishment.?

The redhead stepped forward.

?Rank on the Island is earned and removed based on time and obedience. We are the Blacks.? She gestured to the group with her long fingers. ?You will refer to us as either Prince or Princess and nothing else. You will obey our every command without hesitation and you will not speak to us unless asked. After today you will never, make eye contact with a Prince or Princess.?

?These are the Reds. They are students who have earned the right to direct you in your education.  When you address them, you shall call them either Master or Mistress. You must always look directly in their eyes when they address you. You must obey their every command except one. No red shall have intercourse with you. They may use their hands, mouths or any other instrument, but intercourse is forbidden. Reds have earned their place because they know how to obey, you will learn much from them.?

Katrina selected a beautiful busty blond in red and indicated that the girl should step forward.

?Strip,? she said to the girl.

The girl immediately reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her dress. It fell to the ground. The girl stood naked except for her black boots. She held her head high. Katrina approached the girl. She reached out and cupped the blond’s firm breast. The redhead gently squeezed the girl’s tit and then stroked the hardened nipple. Katrina’s hand left the breast and trailed down the girl’s stomach until it reached the smooth naked mound. Heather watched as the redhead slipped her finger into the girl’s vagina. The blond kept her head up but it was clear the manipulation was getting the better of her. Faster and faster, the finger moved and the blond began to quiver.

?Do not cum,? Katrina instructed.

?Y-yes Princess.?

Katrina was ruthless. Her other hand held the girl’s ass to provide advantage while she furiously stroked the girl’s clit. The quivering increased, but the girl maintained her composure.

?Would you like to cum in front of everyone??

?Y-yes Princess.?

?If I let you cum will you moan loudly??
?Y-yes Princess.?

?Then you may cum.?

?Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh? the girl remained upright, but she shook with pleasure and moaned loudly.

?Good girl, now get back in line.?

The exhausted girl stepped back in line. Because she had not been instructed to dress, she remained naked.

?Now, this group is the Blue’s. They are your schoolteachers. You will also obey them, but may have normal interactions as you would in any school. They may discipline you as they see fit, but they may not discipline Reds nor intercede in a Red’s discipline of you.?

?Pamela, please come forward,? Katrina called. The group of Reds parted and a petite girl stepped through and approached Katrina. The girl wore a peach colored dress.?

?Pamela is a Peach. She is like you a White, but has earned special privileges.  As a Peach, she may do whatever she likes to you and to the Powders. She may receive pleasure discipline from the Reds or Blues as you saw me administer to a Mistress, but no punishment.?

The girl stepped back.

?Miss Adams, please step forward.?

Heather was shocked. Her teacher Miss Adams stepped from behind the Blacks and slowly came forward. It was clear that she was nervous and uncomfortable. She wore a powder blue dress that was almost sheer. The outlines of her nipples were clear through the material and Heather wondered if her pubic hair had also been removed. Katrina draped her arm across the teacher’s shoulder, her hand rested on Miss Adams breast. Katrina gently flicked at Miss Adam’s nipple and it became erect under the thin material.

?A Powder is a teacher who requires special discipline. As a White, you have no power over her, but a Peach, Red and Blue does provided that it does not greatly disturb the class studies. Step back,? Katrina instructed.

?Marco, I believe the last groups are yours.?

?Yes, you have already met the Grays. They work for the Ministry and are escorts and here to ensure that all the rules are followed. They are not to be spoken to unless someone is in need of help or medical assistance.?

?These folks,? Marco said and indicated a Man and Woman who came upon the stage. ?These are the Leathers. They are in charge of some of the more let us say dramatic disciplines. They may come to you or for you at any time. I will not tell you to obey them, as disobedience will be quite impossible.?

The Leathers scared Heather. As their name suggested they wore all leather. Even their heads were covered in leather masks that concealed their faces. The man was enormous and stood at about 6’7?. His bare arms were huge and rippled with muscles. The woman was an Amazon. Her long blond hair hung down her back in a ponytail that flowed from her leather hood. She was at least six feet tall and had equally muscular arms.

?The final group bares special consideration. These are the Shears.?

A boy and girl were pushed onto the stage. They each wore a thin see through tunic and nothing else. Heather could see the boy’s flaccid penis.

?A Shear is someone who has not obeyed, has attempted escape, or has been demoted from a Red or Powder position. Anyone may do anything to him or her at anytime. In fact, we encourage it from all groups including the Whites. The more humiliating the punishment the better,? Marco smiled. ?Leathers honor us with an example please.?

The two leather-clad titans approached the boy. He was small in stature and Heather guessed that he weighed no more than 130 pounds. The Amazon grabbed the boy’s tunic and tore it off him. Naked, the boy quivered. The two giants crouched down and each grabbed an ankle. They upturned the boy in one swift motion. Suspended between them, his head was a mere inch off the ground. They turned the boy around so his ass faced Heather and the others. They spanked him unmercifully. His ass quickly turned red and the boy began to weep. Slowly they walked in a circle turning the boy sideways. The group let out an audible sound of surprise when they saw that the boy had become erect. His stiff penis stuck almost straight out and each slap made it twitch. The Leather’s changed their grip and brought their attention to the boy’s stiff cock.

The female squeezed his balls and the crowd heard his moan. Then she moved to his cock and gave it a hard squeeze.  She released it and the two Leathers slapped the hard cock in perfect synchronization. They stopped for a moment and the male Leather pointed at one of the teachers. An older severe looking woman stepped forward. The Leather held up two fingers and indicated the boy’s ass. Without hesitation, the teacher licked her two fingers and then inserted them into the boy’s ass. His cocked jerked each time the Blue drove her fingers into his ass. The two Leather’s returned to their methodical slapping of the boys hard cock. On the fifth slap, the boy cried out and he ejaculated. The female caught some and used it as a lubricant as she furiously stroked his cock. The boys shook even more as she continued to stroke his overly sensitive penis. The Blue continued to fuck his ass.

Finally, the abuse stopped and the boy was gently placed on the floor. Marco approached and thanked the Leathers, who bowed and then disappeared behind the Reds.

?As I have said, the Leathers may do what they wish, when they wish and do not be surprised if they visit you when you least expect it, and in the oddest of places.?

Marco paused for a moment and then continued.

?Escape may seem like a viable option at some point. I will warn against it. This Island is divided into three sections. You are in the Reformation area, where you will be punished, disciplined, and humiliated but you will not be injured. In short, you will learn but you will be safe.?

?I cannot make the same claim about the other two areas. Should you think to find safe haven in the Maladjustment Center, I can assure you that you will not. The Manipulators are not murderers, but that is the best that can be said of the lot. They will most assuredly assault and rape you. Their area is without order and they are free to go about their evil games because in doing such, they learn what society is like when it exists without rules and obedience.  I should warn you, that failure to comply here, may in fact lead to being sent there.?

?The other part of this Island is the permanent home of the Cruels. It is a prison colony without guards.  Murders, rapist, and sociopaths occupy the area. If you survive, you will wish that you had not.?

Marco turned to the Leathers.

?Bring them forward,? he instructed and the two disappeared for a moment and then returned with two wheelchairs.

?These two before you fled to the M’s area. After the M’s grew bored, they sold them to the Cruels. A recon trip by the Ministry discovered them almost dead in the jungle. What you see before you is mild compared to their found condition.?

Heather almost vomited. She wished to avert her eyes but could not. The two people before her in the wheelchairs looked beyond anything human. The girl’s face was badly scarred as if it had been burned. One of her breasts was missing and the remaining one had no nipple. The boy was not in any better shape. He had no legs and from her viewpoint, it was clear that his penis and balls were also missing. His arm looked twisted and disfigured.

?Marty cannot tell you his story, because among other things someone removed his tongue. I will not subject him to further humiliation but the doctors had no choice but to sew his anus closed for the hole was ripped so large it was impossible for him to ever function normally. Apparently the Cruels believe that a man’s prostrate contains some magic power if eaten.?

?Mary does not talk. Her tongue is still there, but they removed all of her teeth, I will assume you understand why. Neither of them does anymore now but exists. They have a comfortable existence here and can at least serve as an example for Whites.?

The Leathers took the two creatures away.

?It may have seemed like a lot to absorb, but it is all quite simple. You will be humiliated, you will be punished, and you will be pleasured until the truth is realized. You have but one responsibility here – Obey.?

Katrina came forward.

?Each of you may decide to come forward or to return with the ship and join the Samaritans. If you wish to leave, please return to the ship now.?

Katrina waited in silence. Of the thirty girls and ten boys none moved. Heather considered it for a moment, but decided against departure. There was a part of her that was afraid, but another felt a sense of excitement.

?So be it, now please remove all of your clothes.?

A hushed moan went through the group. Slowly they each began to strip. Naked Heather felt the warm breeze caress her skin. The group on the platform sized up each of the naked teens. One of the girls in her group, whom Heather could not see, began to sob and cry.

?Ah, wonderful are first example,? Katrina said. ?Reds please show our new guests that silence is required of all.?

Six Reds, four men and two women left the stage and descended the stairs. They approached the naked group and pulled the crying girl from the line.

?No, no, please I’m sorry,? she sobbed. She still wore her bra and panties.

The girl was short, only five feet two inches. She was slightly on the chubby side, with full breasts. She had a cute figure and a beautiful round behind. The two female Reds ripped off the girl’s remaining clothes. The four men each grabbed her by the wrists and ankles. They pulled and she was suspended face down between them. Her large breasts swung gently and she tried to twist out of the grip. Each Red stepped away from the other and spread her further.

A black haired girl stepped forward and faced the naked group. She smiled wickedly and then her hand came down hard on the suspended teen’s naked ass. The teen cried out and was spanked again. Repeatedly the hand came down, the slapping sound was loud, and each brought a cry of pain from the teen.

The second female Red crotched down near the teen’s swinging breasts. She took one in both her hands and began to milk it from base to tip. Then she changed tactics and flicked the erect nipple with her finger.

?P-Please n-no more, please,? the girl cried.

Heather understood. The more the girl struggled and cried the more she would receive.

After five minutes, the girl either understood or was too exhausted, as she remained silent. The one slapping her ass spoke.

?Very good, now you understand. Peach, bring the ointment.?

Pamela, the girl in the peach dress bounced happily down the stairs with a small bottle of thick golden liquid.

?Would you like to do the honors?? the Red asked her.

?Yes Mistress.?

The girl poured the liquid directly on the stretched teens red buttocks. The Peach then massaged it in. Her hand movement was erotic and she took the opportunity to slide her fingers between the girl’s cheeks. The stretched girl jumped when the Peach teased the girl’s anus.

?Would you like to be the first to taste her?? The Red asked.

?Yes Mistress.?

?Go ahead.?

The Peach knelt down between the girls spread thighs and leaned forward. Her two hands came around and kneaded the girl’s ass. When her tongue made contact, the teen again struggled.

?Nooooo, don’t do that. I’m not that way.?

The Red below her laughed. ?We shall see,? she teased. Her painful flicks of the girl’s tits became a gentle massage. ?Ummm,? she said, ?your nipples seem to disagree.?

The Peach licked the girl in earnest. Heather recalled her test at the court and the sight created a warm sensation between her legs.

The spread teen gave up her struggle as the Peach expertly licked her. The Red at her tits took one in her mouth, while the other she continued to milk and pull at the nipple. The Red female who had administered the spanking absently played with the teen’s anus.

All at once, the teen began to quiver. It was clear she would cum at any moment. The three women molesting her picked up their pace and the poor girl began to moan and thrash.

?Ugggh, ugggh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhh? the girl’s orgasm shook her entire body and she arched her back. The movement impaled her anus on the Red’s finger and the intrusion caused a second more powerful orgasm.

Slowly she calmed and the Peach stood up, her face glistened with the girl’s nectar.

?You see,? said Katrina from above, ?You will receive pain for disobedience and pleasure for compliance.?

Heather wondered how any of this taught them ethics, since these were the reasons they had been sent to this Island.

?Enough for now,? Marco said. ?Whites follow the Grays to the dormitory. If selected for interview, you will be called to appear before us. Classes for all others begin tomorrow morning.?

The assembly above, filed down the stairs and out of sight. The suspended girl was left to recover on the cement floor.

?Please stay single file and follow me,? the Gray from the ship commanded. The group did as they were told, leaving their clothes and their old lives behind them.

Chapter 3 – A Life of Molestations

Heather was grateful that Robert was ahead of her in the line of naked teens. The thought of him seeing her nude unnerved her. It was bad enough that strange eyes seemed to comb her body, but it seemed somehow worse for Robert to look.

At least the walk was secluded as the stone pathway was only three feet wide and wound lazily through the dense tropical forest that surrounded it on both sides. The air was warm and soon Heather felt a light perspiration cover he naked skin. She tried to concentrate on the scenery and to ignore the naked teen in front of her and the feel of her breasts slightly shaking with each step.

Lost in her thoughts, Heather ran into the girl in front of her when the line came to a sudden stop. The sullen black haired teen turned and gave Heather a look of reproach.

?Watch it bitch,? she hissed.

?I’m sorry,? Heather said, but it sounded weak and lame.

?Whites,? a Gray called from the front of the line. ?We are about to enter the compound. Each of you is to clasp you hands on the top of your head with interlocked fingers.?

Other Grays walked aside the group and demonstrated.

Heather did as she was told. It was clear that the reason for the position was to leave them more fully exposed and vulnerable.

?If you drop your hands for any reason,? the Gray continued, ?you will be punished. As we enter the compound stay in line and keep walking.?

The line moved a few feet forward then came to an abrupt stop. Heather heard a girl arguing with someone.

?Please, no, I can’t,? the girl cried.

?Move,? a deep voice yelled.

The line started again and Heather worried over what had caused such fear in the girl’s voice. When she saw the cause she cringed, but kept moving.

The line of naked teens entered an open area that resembled a small Roman coliseum. There were two half circles on each side that rose up in stadium style seating. At the far side was an opening that led to another clearing that looked like a tropical garden.

Reds, Blues, and Leathers filled the seats of the stadium. There were hundreds of people and they all watched the parade with eager anticipation. Heather had assumed that the group assembled at the dock had been the total of the population. It had not occurred to her that Reformation enrolled so many ?students.?

Peaches created an aisle by forming two lines that the naked teens needed to walk though in order to reach the other side. Heather saw them reaching out as the teens passed and realized this was not a welcoming party, but the first of the many humiliations her group would face.

As she drew closer to her turn in the gauntlet, she saw that male and female Peaches grabbed the most intimate parts of the new comers. The sex of the molester made no difference in which they chose to grope. Male peaches pulled and slapped at cocks with the same evil glee as they did breasts and pussy. The female Peaches pulled at female nipples and male genitals equally.

A younger boy was having a particularly difficult time with the procession. The manipulations had quickly given him an erection. It was like a magnet to the Peaches attentions. They ignored the other punishments of ass slapping and nipple tweaking and focused exclusively on the boy’s hard cock and balls.

The manipulations took a turn in nature and as each hand that touched the boy seemed intent of making him cum. It slowed the progression of the line, which meant each tormentor would have more time with those in line behind this boy.  Inside the gauntlet, the first set of hands touched her and she nearly dropped her hands in instinctive defense. Male and female hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. Other hands slid between her legs and touched her naked mound and ass. Some of them pinched and pulled, but others were more erotic and administered soft caresses. Heather understood the boy’s dilemma and was grateful that her own excitement was not as noticeable as the males in the group.

The torture of the boy with the hard on fascinated Heather. His slower pace was evidence that he would not hold out much longer. She watched the hands reach out and stroke his shaft. Some were slow strokes from saliva-slicked palms. Others took hold and gave the boy’s cock four or five rapid strokes.

The Peaches chanted, ?Cum, cum, cum, cum,? in anticipation of his orgasm. It seemed a contest of who would apply the winning strokes.

The winners were a sexy curvy hipped redhead and an older teen that appeared to be her brother. The two redheads seemed practiced, as the girl spit on her hand and grabbed the boy’s shaft; her brother took hold of the boys testicles and gently pulled down on them. The quick strokes focused on the boy’s sensitive area just below the head of his cock.  She rapidly stroked it several times while her brother continued the gentle downward pressure on the boy’s balls.

?Ohhh, uhhhh,? the boy moaned as a white stream of cum spurted from his penis. The first stream hit the teen in front of him, the second and then third spurted onto the ground. The crowd cheered and the boy turned bright red.

The red haired girl pushed him forward to get him moving again. The Peaches continued the manipulation of the boy’s still hard but now extremely sensitive cock.

As Heather passed the red haired twins, they took a special interest in her.

?Ummm, so nice,? said the girl to her smiling brother. ?Did that excite you?? she looked directly at Heather.

?Let’s see,? she said and slid her finger along Heather’s tight pussy lips.

?Oh I think it did,? she cooed feeling Heather’s moisture. She slid her finger into Heather’s pussy.

?Ahhh,? Heather called out at the surprise intrusion. The girl expertly curled her finger towards Heather’s g-spot.

The girl removed her finger and said, ?Oh I’ll be seeing you some more my Venus.?

Compared to the girl’s assault the rest of the walk was tolerable. Heather could not take her mind off the red haired girl. The intensity of her stare and way she intuitively found Heather’s pleasure spot both frightened and excited her.

The ?tropical garden? that lay beyond the coliseum was far from anything she had seen at home. At one end was a stone walkway that ran through an ivy-covered archway and then disappeared into a dark tunnel of vegetation. As they passed it, Heather heard soft, painful moans. The rest of the garden would have appeared as an exercise area, if not for the presence of the steel chains and leather cuffs attached to a variety of wooden structures.  Heather was certain that this was an area for punishment.

Inside the building’s cool interior the group followed a normal school type hallway past several classrooms. Most were empty, but a few had students dressed in white togas intently listening to instructors in blue. The presence of several stations that housed medieval looking devices shattered the image of normalcy created by the standard school hallway beige colored walls.

The line of naked teens tuned into a series of hallways before they stopped at a set of large wooden doors. The Lead Gray turned and addressed them.

?You may put your arms down,? an audible sigh of relief came from the group.

?When your name is called please step forward to receive your assignment card. The card is critical to your initial adjustment and contains very important information. Each card will be white, yellow, or pink. The color indicates which of the dorm hallways you are assigned to. If you receive a white card, then at the top of the stairs turn left and find the dorm room number that appears in the top right hand corner of the card. Yellow’s turn right and pinks may go either way as your dorms are on the far side of the building.?

Heather felt a nervous tingle in her stomach. It seemed lately that any mention of colors resulted in bad news.

?Your card must be carried with you during school hours. On the front of it is a list of codes for the Reds, Blacks, and Blues. These codes will instruct them as to the results of your psychological profile so that they may apply the proper training techniques to your education on the Island.?

A list of possible humiliations occurred to Heather and she tried to shut out the images.

?On the back of the card is your daily schedule that includes classes, meal hours, bath times, free time, and sleep times.?

?Most importantly, if your card contains a black star in the top left hand corner you have been selected for an initial interview. Black star candidates must report to the central courtyard for preparation by six p.m.? The Gray consulted his watch. ?That is in three hours.?

?Please go immediately to your dorm and select an unmade bed. Within the hour a Gray will provide your clothing.?

A second Gray began to call names of students and each stepped to the front to receive his or her card. Heather heard Robert called and watched as he approached the Gray and received a pink card. Her normally shy brother held his head high and demonstrated no signs of humiliation over his nakedness. Heather noticed the way some of the girls in line craned their necks to get a look at his muscular ass as he walked to the front of the line. The dark haired girl who had called Heather a bitch turned and said, ?He’s hot.?

?That’s my brother if you don’t mind,? Heather said surprised at the tone of her own voice.

?Great, maybe you can put in a good word for me,? the girl smiled impishly.

?Yeah, I don’t think so.?

When they called Heather’s name she approached the front without the confidence her brother had shown. The normally stoic Gray, stared at her body for a moment before he released her card. It was yellow.

Heather’s room was at the midpoint of the yellow hallway. The decorum of the room reminded her of a hospital. The off-white carpet was thin and felt rough on her bare feet. The color tone of the light yellow walls conveyed an institutional feel, rather than the tropical sunshine of the Island.  The wall opposite the doorway had two windows. The glass of each window was tinted and allowed only a milky sunlight to illuminate the room. The curtains were the one odd touch, as they were white and lacey which didn’t seem to match the decorator’s intention for design. Four twin-sized beds were arranged against the windowed wall.  Next to each bed was a small nightstand. The usual accompaniments of a lamp and clock were absent. Heather’s attention however was drawn to the evil looking iron head and foot boards attached to each bed.. The purpose of these was apparent from the room’s sole occupant.

Tied spread-eagle to the bedpost was a young blond girl. Her shear tunic did little to cover her large breasts. It was bunched about her middle leaving her smooth pussy completely exposed. The girl’s eyes pleaded with Heather, but the red ball gag in the blonde’s mouth prevented her from speaking.  Heather’s own nudity felt somewhat less shameful than that of this bound and helpless girl.  Heather averted her eyes, selected a bed at the end of the dorm, and sat down.

The bound blond moaned but Heather ignored the captive and concentrated on her yellow card with the black star in the corner. The room had no clock and she wondered how she would know when six o’clock arrived. She also marveled at how quickly she had grown accustomed to her public nudity. Since there was nothing she could do about it, it seemed sensible not to worry, and everyone else was equally naked. As she made her bed, her two other dorm mates entered. Heather looked up and saw that one was the dreaded dark haired girl.

?Fuck,? thought Heather, I can’t seem to get away from her.

?Well hello sister of the hot guy, looks like we were destined to be together. Maybe it’s a sign that someday we will be sisters-in-law.?

Heather gave the girl a plastic smile.

?Come on, ease up girl. Look I’m sorry I called you a bitch, it’s just all a little weird you know.?

Heather relaxed a bit. They had gotten off to a bad start, but it did not mean they could not be friends.

?You’re right,? she said, ?My name is Heather.?

?Good to meet you, I’m Veronica, but everyone calls me Nika.?

Now that they were on better terms, Heather took her first real look at the girl. Nika could have passed for the actress Olga Kurylenko. She had the same long hair just a few shades darker than the actress, but the gray eyes were almost a perfect match. As was the slim cat-like body and B cup breasts. 

Nika gave Heather a knowing once over and said, ?Are you checking me out??

?O-oh n-no, I’m sorry I was just thinking that you remind me of the actress from an old movie.?

?Which one??

She was in a couple, an old James Bond film and a movie called Hit Man. They were back around twenty years ago.

?Yes, Olga something or another.?

?Exactly, have you seen those movies? My dad is a big old movie fan and we have watched hundreds of them.?
?No, but I have heard it before and looked her up in the film archive. I guess I kind of do. But hey you’re not so bad yourself. Great curves and super tits.?

Heather blushed and looked down.

?So does your brother think this Olga chick is hot??

?Robert? I don’t know he is kind of shy around girls.?

?Robert? Hmm, good name,? Nika smiled. ?How about you?? She asked Heather.

?Me what??

?Do you think this Olga chick is hot??

?Well, I mean I’m not that way, I guess I would say she is pretty.?

?Interesting,? Nika flashed her cat-like grin and her intense stare made Heather look away.

?Who is our other roommate?? Heather asked. It was an excuse to step away from Nika, who had gotten uncomfortably close to her.

?Don’t know,? the mouse hasn’t said a word.

The ?mouse? was more of a pixie. Heather’s first thought was ?Tinkerbell.?  The girl was small, only about five feet tall. Her breasts were the same size as Nika’s but on the girl’s petite frame, they seemed larger. She had a slim waist that curved out slightly at the hips and a pair of athletic legs. Tinkerbell turned to look at the bound girl and Heather got a look at the girl’s cute round buttocks.
?Hey, girl,? Nika called, ?what’s your name??

The petite girl turned to them, her short yellow hair outlined her little face and large blue eyes.

?I’m Emily,? she said in a small sweet voice.

Nika turned to Heather, ?how the hell does a little birdie like her wind up in a place like this??

Heather wondered the same thing, but based on her experience, she wasn’t sold on the idea that this place was just about reformation.

?Hi Emily, I’m Nika and this is Heather, come on over and talk to us.?

?Okay,? Emily said with a big smile and seemed to bounce towards them.

Heather caught herself looking at the girl’s downy tuff of golden hair. Nika did not miss it, smiled, and winked at Heather.

?Not that way, huh? I’m starting to wonder Ms Heather.?

Emily stuck out her small hand to shake and Heather took it.

?Now ladies, it appears we are in a bit of a spot here on this Island,? Nika said.

?It’s just reformation,? Emily smiled.

?Yes, but reformation for what exactly?? Heather asked.

?To be good Citizens,? Emily said with such earnest conviction that Heather wanted to hug the little innocent lamb.

?Well, Emily,? Nika said, ?I have a difficult time believing that a little bunny like you could be in need of reformation.?

The smile faded from the pixie’s face and she looked down at her small bare feet.
?I did a naughty thing.?

Nika and Heather frowned, as it seemed impossible for such an innocent creature.

?What did you do??

?We had a substitute teacher one day, named Ms. Stern. She seemed nice enough and asked me to help her after class with some papers. While we were working, Ms. Stern accidently spilled her coffee on my dress.? Nika’s expression became cynical.

?She said we had to get it out right away or it would stain?? the girl trailed off.

?So she helped you out of your dress.?

?Yes, and she said my bra and panties were also stained, though I didn’t think they were, but she made me take them off.?

?What happened next??

?I don’t want to say.?

?It’s okay, we’re all friends here, you can tell us.?

Heather was little annoyed at Nika’s insistence. The girl obviously did not want to talk about it.

?Well she started to touch me and then she put her mouth on me and then?.then she kissed me down?.down there.? The girl pointed to her golden tuff.

?Did someone catch you??

?No. But her kisses made me shake a lot and feel funny in a good sort of way. Afterwards, Ms. Stern turned me into the Ministry and said I had seduced her by taking all my clothes off.?

?Didn’t you tell them what really happened??
?I did, but they said Ms. Stern teaches here at the Island and would never do such a thing,?

?Oh brother,? said Nika, ?Girl, you got screwed?twice.?

Heather was sick. This whole thing was just a set up and had nothing to do with ‘reformation.’

?What about you Heather? Why are you here??

?They said I failed my survey,? she thought it was prudent to leave out her stripping in court and the way she had reacted to the test the Aide had administered.

?You too?? Heather asked Nika.

?Yeah, something like that,? Nika said, but Heather sensed Nika had her own secret.

?Well no bother, here we are and here we’ll stay until time is served or ?we escape.? The last see said with a conspirator’s smile.

?Yeah, count me out of the ‘escape’ I have no plans to wind up like one of those kids with missing body parts.?

?Keep an open mind, goddess, I may have a plan.?

A Gray entered the room, followed by a little old woman with white hair and a sunny smile. The woman was all skin and bones and her dark gray dress hung from her like a sack.

?We need to fit you for your clothing,? the Gray said unemotionally. ?Ms. Fells will take your measurements and provide the proper size.?

Ms. Fells smiled and rubbed her hands together.

?Who first?? she asked and then noticed the bound girl on the bed.

?Oh just lovely, may I touch her?? she asked the Gray. He rolled his eyes.

?The new girls first Ms. Fells.?
?Then may I touch her?? The girl on the bed shook her head and her eyes grew wide.

The Gray consulted his watch. ?Yes, but I will meet you in the next dorm in,? he paused, ?eight minutes, agreed??

?Yes, yes, yes, eight minutes is plenty.?

?Measure that one,? he said as he pointed at Heather, ?but her uniform will be delivered downstairs to the bathhouse. She has an interview today.?

?Okay, let’s get to it then,? the little women pulled a tape measure from her dress pocket and waved impatiently for the girls to come to her. She kept glancing at the half-naked blond secured to the bed.

Nika went first. The old woman measured her height.

?Very good five feet seven inches tall.?

Then she measured Nika’s chest. Her old hands took the opportunity to cup Nika’s breasts. The usually confident girl’s expression changed. She seemed pained to be touched by the woman, but remained quiet. Ms. Fells slid the tape measure down to Nika’s hips and took a final measurement.

?Okay, easy enough,? she said and then scurried into the hallway. She returned carrying a white garment and handed it to Nika.

?You only get one, each night it will be picked up and cleaned and then returned to you in the morning.?

?What are we supposed to sleep in?’ Nika asked sarcastically.

?Why you’re birthday suit dear,? the woman said matter-of-factly. ?Next please, I do not have all day.?

Emily stepped up next.

?Oh dear, such a little one, let’s see.? Nika apparently had avoided the worst of the woman’s advance, but Emily did not fare so well. Ms. Fells took great care in touching and fondling the little girl. NIka dressed, but Heather watched as the woman ran her hands over Emily’s body and took every opportunity to touch the pixie’s breasts and nipples. When she reached between Emily’s legs, Heather gasped as the woman boldly slid her finger between Emily’s lips and began to masturbate the teen.

?Yes, yes, this may be a challenge, such a little one,? the woman crowed while she rubbed Emily’s clit.

Emily just stood there with her hands at her side, but she soon began to quiver as her orgasm approached.

?All done,? Ms. Fells said and abruptly stopped. Heather noted a look of surprised disappointment of Emily’s face.

Ms. Fells left the room again and returned with Emily’s uniform.

?Hurry, hurry,? she impatiently waved at Heather.

Heather stepped forward. Her ?measurements? were not as thorough as Emily’s was, but also not as quick as Nika’s.

?Very nice, you have a body made for our uniforms,? the woman said as she gently pulled at Heather’s nipples.

When she measured Heather’s waist and hips, Ms. Fells made certain to reach around and cup Heather’s ass.

?Okay, all done,? she said and stood up, ?yours will be delivered to the Bath.?

Heather remembered that she would not be allowed to dress. Being the only naked one in the room, made her feel uncomfortable. Nika and Emily were dressed in identical uniforms. They looked like Roman togas. The white material was not see-though but it was thin and Heather could make out the outline of Nika’s nipples. A single white sash that went over one shoulder held up the toga. It left the other shoulder and a good part of the chest exposed. The toga stopped just a few inches below the crotch. Bending over would ensure everyone got a full view of the wearer’s ass and sitting without crossed legs would be out of the question. Emily’s size made it difficult to keep the sash in place and every time she pushed it into place, it fell again. Where Nika’s seemed at least secure at her waist, Emily’s was loose. If the girl did not stay vigilant, the toga would wind up slipping off her and puddle at her ankles.

The Gray reentered the room.

?Whites, you were instructed to make you beds and have not; this will be reported as a violation.  Now make them up and take your mandatory nap period. White Heather, someone will come to get you at the appropriate time. You other two, listen for the meal buzzer and instructions to the mess hall. After dinner you will bathe, be given the body hair treatment, and return to your rooms.?

The Gray turned to Ms. Fells who was back at the bound girl’s bed.

?Ms. Fells, you have four minutes if you have something to attend here.?

?Oh I do,? she said and her eyes never left the girl.

?Whites,? he addressed the girl’s again, ?do not think to interfere with Ms. Fells. If you do, I will contact the Leathers to deal with you.? He did not await a reply as he left the room.

The girls quickly made their beds and got into them as instructed, but each propped up on their elbow to see what the old woman was up to.

?So pretty,? she said. She pushed the tunic up past the blonde’s tits.

?I do love the blond ones,? she said to herself. ?Always have.? She ran her hands slowly over the girl’s naked body. The girl squirmed against her bonds but could not stop the assault.

When Ms. Fell’s boney fingers reached the girl’s crotch, she slid one in and the girl moaned in protest.

?Oh are we in a bad mood,? the woman cooed. ?Don’t you like me touching your little honey pot??

The girl shook her head furiously, but the finger continued to stroke at her.

?Then let’s see if I can cheer you up.?
Through her gag, they heard her repeating ‘no’ over and over. It appeared it was not the girl’s first encounter with Ms. Fells.

?Oh yes, they do say laughter is the best medicine,? the woman cackled.

She removed her finger and then with surprising speed began to tickle the blonde’s arm pits. The girl struggled, but it was no use. Heather could hear her laughter through the gag.

Ms. Fells was unmerciful in her assault. She tickled the girl’s breasts and ribs and then moved to the blonde’s belly button. She used one finger to tickle it while her free hand roamed up and down the twisting, squirming body.  The girl’s laughter turned to almost screams. What scared Heather was the look of evil satisfaction on the old woman’s kindly face.

While the finger continued to tease and tickle the bound girl’s body, Ms Fells’ other hand returned to the blonde’s exposed pussy. With one hand, she tickled the girl while the other expertly masturbated the hard clit.

She changed her tempo. She would first tickle the blond and then she would pull and rub her clit. Then she would return to the tickling. Every two rotations, she would slide two fingers into the girl and thrust them in and out. The blonde became trapped between the torturous tickling and the expert masturbation.

The girl was close to orgasm but the woman would not let her cum.

?Time to go, Ms. Fells,? the Gray called from the doorway.

?Oh too bad, such fun,? she said as she walked briskly to the door and followed the Gray into the hallway.

The blond girl lay bound to the bed. Her hips quivered and it was clear that she was still on the edge of her orgasm. Heather considered how terrible it must be to be so stimulated without any way to relief. She looked at Nika in the bed next to her and Nika shrugged and then laid down and closed her eyes.

Heather thought sleep would be a good idea, and then she saw Emily slip out of her bed. The small girl went over to the tied blonde and sat on the edge of the girl’s bed. She leaned over and whispered something in the blonde’s ear, but Heather could not hear what she said.

She saw the blond shake her head ‘no’ and then Emily leaned forward and whispered something else. This time the blond did not respond, but instead closed her eyes. Heather was shocked when she saw the little nymph climb between the spread-eagle legs of the girl. Emily put her face between the girl’s legs and Heather heard the soft lapping of Emily’s tongue on the girl’s pussy.

In her state of excitement, it did not take long to orgasm. The blonde’s hips began to thrust up and down and Emily took hold of the girl’s hips. Her little face remained buried in the girl’s pussy as she licked the blond to a powerful orgasm. The blond bucked and moaned as the first quickly gave way to a second. When she twitched at the continued lapping, Emily sat up and wiped her face on her forearm, and then she gently kissed the blond’s breasts and placed a kiss on the girl’s cheek.

As Emily returned to bed, she saw Heather starring at her.

?It just wasn’t fair to leave her like that,? was all she said, before she slipped into bed and went to sleep.

Heather laid back and closed her own eyes. She felt someone watching her and opened her eyes. Nika lay on her side and watched her.

In a low voice she said, ?If you’re going to survive this place, remember, no one is what they seem.? Nika closed her eyes and rolled over.

Heather did not think she could sleep, but she did.

Book Two

Chapter 4 – Interview of Submission

Chapter 5- Horrors of the Blues

Chapter 6 – The Intensity of Humiliation

Book Three

Chapter 7 – Her Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 8 – Betrayed to the Courtyard of Punishment

Chapter 9 – Jungle Walk

Book Four

Chapter 10 – The Ministry of Secrets

Chapter 11 – The Torment of Escape

Chapter 12 – Samaritans