The School If you're interested in your own piece of custom fiction, email me at mark.coop666@gmail.com to discuss. The car made its way up the winding gravel drive at a relatively steady pace. It travelled beneath trees that were showing the first signs of spring in their unfurling green leaves and eventually came to a graceful stop outside a large, Victorian-era mansion. A grand staircase ran up to the imposing double doors at the entrance - stood outside of which was a rather prim looking woman in a trouser suit. The stern expression on her face only shifted as the occupant of the car exited from the rear passenger area. Melany Carter was a woman of action rather than words. Comfortably dressed in a business suit, she could have easily passed for someone ten years younger than her thirty eight years of age - something she had taken advantage of many times in the past. Getting out of the car she made her way to the driver's window. As she reached it, the glass retracted several inches. "Wait for me - I shouldn't be long." She turned without waiting for acknowledgement and advanced up the steps. As she reached the top, the trouser-suited woman held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you Ms Carter," She said as they shook. "I'm Emma Hamilton, the Headmistress here at the Academy." "Nice to meet you Ms Hamilton," Melany said as she held her gaze for a moment, prompting a fleeting look of recognition. "Hold on, Mozambique?" "I see you've heard of me," Emma replied before gesturing towards the door. "Shall we go inside?" **** They walked. As far as tours go, Melany had to admit that this was one of the more pleasing ones that she had been on. As she was directed around the interior of The Westhouse Academy there was an easy flow to the conversation between her and Emma, almost as if they had known each other for years. Of course they hadn't - up until today they had never met, yet there was something about her demeanour that endeared her to Melany within a matter of minutes. "So, that's the facilities we offer to the pre-school children," Emma said as they made their way towards her private office. She paused for a moment at the desk of her assistant; a perky young flame haired woman who Melany judged at being barely twenty years old. "Tessa, if you could arrange for some coffee to be brought to my office please?" The assistant nodded and promptly headed out back into the corridor they had just walked down. Emma gestured towards the open door and the room within. "Shall we?" Melany sat down in one of two comfortable chairs located on the rear wall of what transpired was a surprisingly large office. One wall had two large windows that looked out across the front gardens of the Academy; the other was adorned with a large selection of book cases. Behind the impressive desk were a series of filing cabinets, each securely locked. "I must say," Melany mused as she took a sip of her coffee. "That's a pretty impressive sales pitch you've put together." Emma blushed. "Why, thank you. I don't like to blow my own trumpet, but I like to think we are moving forward on the right track in the last two years." She paused for a moment. "How old is your daughter now?" "Izzy? She's two." Melany replied. "I know normally admissions for the pre-school happens at 10 months however I've struggled with some post-operative issues...so currently I'm inactive." She took another sip of the coffee before returning the cup to the table. "Well I'm sure she will fit in perfectly here," Emma added. "Now, how about you finish your coffee and I can give you the full tour." **** Emma guided Melany around various classrooms in the school, showing her the facilities in place for children of a wide variety of ages. Even though many of these classes were something her daughter would be years away from taking, inwardly she was impressed with the arrangement within the facility. Many rooms featured very similar layouts - a series of desks facing their teacher who was conducting the class from the front. Melany made mental notes as Emma moved her smoothly through the building. "...of course, the children are exposed to the goals of The Sorority slowly. I've found that willing acceptance and buy-in make for far more enthusiastic and dedicated pupil base." Emma continued as they made their way down one of the long hallways. "And the physical fitness classes are daily. With the younger children it's more about maintaining their flexibility; as they get older we introduce other classes around the basis of self defense." "Just what is the make up of the population here?" Melany asked as they paused by one room, looking through the window on the door to see what appeared to be a history lesson being taught. "I would say about eighty-five percent of students are alumni legacy," Emma explained. "About ten percent are the children of non-aligned individuals looking for a top quality education. The remaining five percent are adopted." "Adopted?" "Yes - either from local orphanages or as a result of the loss of their parents in the field." Emma added. "Following the loss of the facility in Switzerland we were forced to cast our net wider than in years gone by." "Hmm, I hadn't really thought of that, but like I said, I've been out of the loop for awhile now." Melany mused. "So, to the rest of the world this is just an incredibly expensive all-girls boarding school?" "Precisely," Emma's voice was filled with pride. "Now, would you like to meet our advanced class?" **** In the failing light of the afternoon, Emma led Melany to a gymnasium, located in a building at the rear of the Academy. After entering through two fairly routine looking sets of doors, they reached a much more solid structure with a small metal plate attached to the side of it. Emma placed her right hand against it. "Voice identification required." The artificial voice barked from a speaker above them. "Hamilton, Emma." The heavy metal door slid open, allowing the women access to the space beyond. A narrow corridor with doors leading off to changing rooms and shower facilities, the majority of the space inside was taken up by a large gymnasium. Melany let out an involuntary gasp at the facilities in place. One corner of the room was taken up with exercise equipment, another appeared to have some sort of jacuzzi facility. The remainder of the room was occupied with a large open space with gym mats secured to the floor. Sitting there, in a rough circle, were five girls, each dressed in a dark coloured long-sleeved leotard and matching leggings that covered their feet. Around the edge of them paced a woman wearing an identical outfit, however Melany judged her to be in her early thirties compared to her students. She recognised the outfit and felt a tingle run down her spine at the memories it stirred. However, what intrigued Melany the most was what was happening in the middle of the circle. In there were two people - a brown haired, long legged girl who was tangled up with a blonde haired young man who Melany judged to be in his mid-twenties. The girl was knelt behind him, coiling her left arm around the man's neck, clamped that hand against her upper right arm, and pressed her right hand against the back of his head. She then pulled him back against her young breasts, and began to pressure his neck. He gasped as her slim forearm cut into his throat. He reached up and pulled at her arm, which now completely encircled his neck. But her arm was as supple as a snake and continued to tighten, her hand forcing his head down, adding extra pressure. He tried to roll away from her, but she was ready. Falling backwards, she arched her supple back, and unbent her legs; then with the neck hold still tight, she dropped again onto her back, and coiling her long legs around his waist, locked her legging-clad legs together. They made a soft swishing sound as her ankles intertwined and she began to squeeze. The other girls around her were encouraging her to continue as the instructor took up a position opposite in order to be able to see the execution of the hold clearly. "Excellent work Charlotte," the instructor's voice carried a very distinctive French accent to it. "Now keep the sleeper hold in place and use your legs," She watched closely as she could see the muscles tense through the fabric of her leggings. "That's it, crush his rib cage to keep his lungs struggling. Good...good...well done!" Melany was also watching intensely, seeing the eyes of the young man bulge as he struggled in vain, switching frantically between trying to pry free the legs around his waist or the arm snaked across his neck, neither of which was working for him. "Is he...?" Melany whispered to Emma. "Oh, he's from The Agency - he was captured in one of the raids conducted some time last month I believe by the instructor, Miss Foucalt. He didn't have any useful intelligence we could exploit unfortunately," Emma confirmed Melany's suspicions. "However, I think it's useful for the girls to practice with some live ammunition, so to speak." Both women watched his struggles wane; Melany noticed the fact that Charlotte was biting down on her bottom lip as she choked him and she knew exactly what the girl was experiencing at that time. Oh to be eighteen again, she thought. "So," Emma resumed her explanation. "These six girls are our most promising recruits this year. We all know that not everyone is cut out for field work, those that excel though are fast tracked through this aspect of their education during their final year here." "So I see," Melany murmured. "And what about the others?" "Those that have potential in other fields, such as the sciences or organisational skills, will be recruited into one of The Sorority's various operational hubs or shell companies around the world." Emma added, not taking her eyes off the sight in front of them. "However, we ensure that they all attain a basic operational standard in unarmed combat, psychological warfare and wet-work before they leave here whether they realise it or not. I mean, some do just go out into the wide world and live out their days as professional working women, but with the edge that we instil in them here to ensure they remember their loyalty to us and dominance over men in general." "That almost sounds like you're creating sleeper cells." Melany chuckled. Emma laughed. They could both see that Charlotte had almost completely overwhelmed her opponent. "Hardly; more like independent, free-thinking women who aren't prepared to be at the beck and call of a man." The random, spasmodic twitching of his limbs told Charlotte all she needed to know. The vibrations from them were sending shivers down her spine as she pressed closer against his shaking torso, enjoying the sensations more than she would admit to. Miss Foucalt moved over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Release now."Charlotte pouted at the instruction and gave one final squeeze with her legs before releasing him. Untangling herself from the unconscious male form, she stood up and received a collective hug from her five classmates. Melany looked at Emma quizzically. "Oh don't worry," Emma responded, anticipating the question. "He'll never see the outside of this building. When the girls reach the end of term they all have to graduate with their first kill. It's not like it was when we were trained - there isn't as much of an unlimited supply of volunteers like there used to be. Not since the crackdown. So, did you like what you've seen here today?" "Very much," Melany answered as they made their way back to the entrance. "I think Izzy will fit right in here." "Excellent. Let's go back to my office and get some paperwork filled out." **** By the time she got home, Melany had had enough of paperwork for a lifetime. When she had entered the house she had passed Henry - her husband - as he was on his way out to the gym. She'd cursed his timing and resolved to deal with it when he got back. Checking up on Izzy only to find she was asleep, Melany poured herself a glass of wine and began to formulate a plan. **** She approached him in the bathroom after he had returned from the gym without saying a word to her. The room had recently been re-designed, resulting in a large walk in shower space and a separate sunken bath in the far corner. Melany took a deep breath and closed the door behind her, securing it with the bolt. The sound of the water switched off and Henry stepped out of the shower. His eyes were blinded for a moment by the soap suds as he reached out for a towel. Melany watched as he dried himself, finding herself enjoying the sight of his naked body in spite of his brutish behaviour. As he cleared his vision, he saw her leaning against the bathroom vanity unit. She was dressed in a sheer black body that clung to her like a second skin. Her arms were sheathed in long black gloves, her legs were encased in thigh high black hold up stockings and she was wearing what looked like high-heeled pixie boots. Her brown hair was down, giving it the appearance of a chocolate waterfall cascading down her shoulders. Henry stopped in his tracks for a moment, somewhat taken aback by her appearance. There was something in her eyes that made them look like they were smouldering. He swallowed. "Mel...?" He stammered. "What..." "Do you know how long it's been since we've done this?" Melany replied, casually walking across to him. "I mean, really done this?" "I...err, I don't know..." Henry mumbled as she pushed herself against his naked body, running her hands across his chest. "I...your birthday...?" "I don't mean some pathetic birthday shag," Melany hissed at him as her hands ran down to his stomach and down to his crotch. "I mean the last time we fucked each other," her gloved hands settled on his exposed cock. "And I mean really fucked each other." She began to slowly stroke it, inwardly appreciating the fact she could still stimulate him like this. "When was the last time you made me scream the house down or eat me out until I begged you to fuck me with that cock?" Henry's face had turned red as he stammered to respond to her. "Or the last time I sucked on that cock of yours until you blew your load down my throat, or over my tits?" Melany leaned in close to him, whispering into his ear. "Let's do it now - let's fuck like animals until we both cum." Shocked by her brazen attitude, Henry pulled away from her, clearly flustered by her approach. He moved to the towel rail, snagging one and wrapping it around his body. Melany moved up behind him, pressing herself into his body and wrapping her arms around his chest. "Please Henry..." She said between kisses being applied to his back. She saw him place his hands on the towel rail. "I said no..." She could hear the tension in his voice, knowing how much he hated it when she took the lead sexually. "Well, if you aren't in the mood..." Melany replied. Henry looked up and caught sight of a wicked grin on her face. A moment later he felt a sharp punch being driven into his kidney. Then another, and another. He cried out in pain - only to then feel a knee being driven into his back, sending him crashing to the floor. "...I guess I'll have to fuck you another way." "What the fuck?" Henry spat. "You crazy bitch..." He didn't have time to finish the sentence before several well placed stomps were rained down on him by her booted foot. Each blow, although individually not particularly hard, were aggressive and repeated in the same area of his stomach. Henry tried to roll himself up to try and protect his body from the blows that were being aimed at him. He managed to scuttle himself across the floor and struggle to his feet. When he turned around to look at Melany, she could see the anger burning in his eyes. "Come on then asshole, do your worst." She taunted him Henry walked towards her, then lowered his shoulder, moving quicker now, and slammed his shoulder into her chest, sending her flying backwards. She lost her balance, and landed on her back, on the floor. Before she could get up, though, he rose to his hands and knees and jumped on top of her, pinning her to the ground, straddling her middle, holding her arms by the wrists, looking down at her angrily. She stopped struggling, and he loosened his grip on her wrists. When he did, she pulled one of them free, and forced the heel of her hand upward, hitting him forcefully in the chin. He swore, and caught her wrist again, holding them both tightly in his hands, still sitting on her. He squeezed her wrists tightly, angrily, wanting her to feel his strength, to remember who she was messing with. Melany laughed at him, mocking his attempts to inflict pain upon her. Inwardly she knew she'd allowed herself to end up in this position to provide more humiliation for him later on, but by allowing him to think he had the upper hand, he had walked right into her trap. She quickly arched her back, and planted her feet flat on the ground below him. She used the leverage in her lower body to throw him off of her, and he landed on his side, next to her with a grunt. She rose quickly to her feet, as did he. She crouched slightly, watching his every move. Henry stood his ground, keeping a little distance between them, watching her cautiously now and she could see the hint of nervousness in his eyes. She threw a kick at him, catching him solidly in the chest, then kicking him in his side with her other boot. She used her long legs to land another kick to his midsection, and then a fourth. He extended his arms, and came running towards her, in an attempt to tackle her with his body before she could kick him again. He ran at her, trying to catch her by the neck with his hand, only to find she slipped out of his grasp with a surprising fluidity. Instead, he felt her gloved fingers wrap around his free wrist and twist his arm up behind his back. Yelping in surprised pain, he realised too late that she was using his momentum in the confined space against him as she propelled him into the wall, slamming his face into the heated towel rail. Before he had chance to react, Melany struck hard at the side of his neck with a knife-handed strike. Dropping to his knees and feeling his vision blur, Henry grunted something beneath his breath. "Sorry? What was that? I didn't quite hear you?" Melany sounded almost angelic when asking her question. He shook his head, trying to regain some composure. "I said...I'll kill...you..." Melany laughed at his statement. "Oh Henry," she said he struggled to his feet and faced her. "Henry, my dear, you have no idea how you'd do that...let alone be capable of it against me," He lashed out wildly with his fists, then his legs, with Melany evading each clumsy attempt to strike her with ease. As he threw a slow left hook at her, she caught his arm, blocking it then powering her stiffened fingers into his throat. He stumbled back, losing his balance before he collided with the wall once more, silently howling in pain at the impact and clutching his throat. "Oh don't worry, I haven't permanently damaged your throat." Melany mocked, locking his eyes with a cold, deadly gaze. Melany punched him savagely in the stomach, catching him by surprise, feeling her fist force the air from him. He gasped, taking a step back. She walked forward, landing another punch into his stomach, and then a third, punishing his stomach, knocking the wind from him. He gasped, and tried to step back, but she caught him by the shoulders, and lifted her legging clad knee savagely into his injured stomach, pulling him into her simultaneously by the shoulders. He tried to punch her, but she stood too close, and his blow did no damage. She lifted her knee into his gut again, and again, lifting her leg like a piston into his stomach, over and over, holding him in close to her by the shoulders. When she released him, he fell to his hands and knees, his breathing laboured and heavy. Melany stood over him, eyeing her work with satisfaction. She moved behind him and powered a kick into his crotch, causing him to yell out as much as he could through his damaged vocal chords. Melany revelled in the sound she was causing as she kicked him again and again. Each corresponding gurgled cry from Henry was mirrored by a squeal of delight from Melany. She lost count of how many times she drove that exquisite riding boot into his now damaged and broken genitals. By the time she stopped she was breathing hard and could feel her pulse racing. "Whooah, that's quite a work out you've given me Henry, however I think we're about done now. I've taken your best shot and found you wanting. I've beaten you and broken you," She said as she walked around him. She knelt down by his face, grabbing a tuft of his hair and pulling it up so she could see the look on his face clearly. "I want you to understand something Henry; I'll always be grateful for the fact you gave me my daughter, however you'll never see the woman she will grow up to be." She let go of his hair and stood up, moving back around him as he struggled to get to his knees. "She will be strong and capable in all the ways you aren't. I want you to think about that as you die." "You've outlived your usefulness to me Henry," she spat at him contemptuously. She then reached over to the bathroom vanity and pulled a thin black cord from behind one of the bottles of shampoo. "Do you know how often I've dreamt about this moment?" she took the cord and wrapped it securely around both of her hands, pulling it tight to ensure it had just enough purchase for it's intended purpose. "How often I've fantasised about it?" Melany straddled his back and then wrapped the cord around his neck, pulling back on it with a viscous efficiency. "I've dreamt about what it's like to beat you, to punish you, to torture you. I've spent nights awake in that bed next to you contemplating what it would be like to watch you bleed to death, to smother you under my ass or to strangle you to death," She pulled back on the cord harder now and found that she was beginning to rub her crotch against his back. "The other month, when we ended up masturbating together watching porn, I was imagining choking you to death between my thighs. And now that it's happening...it's so much better than I hoped it would be." Henry could feel the cord biting into his neck and her legs wrapping tightly around his torso. At the same time, he could hear the rush of blood in his ears and his vision already began to blur at the edges at the same time as he felt the material of the leggings tightening around his rib cage. Melany pulled back on the garrote again, rubbing more insistently against him as she heard his breathing becoming strained and laboured. She could feel the skin of Henry's torso rubbing against the lycra material in her leggings and the crotch of her leotard - and the sensation was starting to drive her wild. At this point, Henry's arms and legs gave way, prompting them to both fall to the floor with Melany now sitting squarely on his back. "That's it baby...die for me, just like you promised you would in the wedding vows," She hissed with wanton lust clear in her voice. Somewhere in his mind Henry realised he could feel a strange, wet sensation on his back. "Oh yes...yes..." Melany moaned as she pulled harder on the cord, lifting his head up from the floor. "...come on...that's it...come on baby, give in to me...stop fighting it..." she ground harder against him now. Henry could feel his vision starting to black out and his limbs acting erratically. The twitching and shuddering his muscles were now doing acted like an oversized vibrator to Melany; now she was lost within her own pleasure as she leaned back, getting the maximum amount of leverage whilst also grinding down as hard as she could against Henry's back. Her hips bucked wildly as she let out an animalistic roar from her throat. By the time her mind had cleared, she saw that the cord was buried in the folds of Henry's neck. Not enough to break the skin but enough to mean she couldn't just pull the cord free. She saw his lifeless eyes gazing off to oblivion and bulbous tongue protruding from his mouth. She untangled herself from his body and patted him on the head. Unbolting the door from the bathroom, she walked into her daughter's room and kissed her goodnight. Retiring to the master bedroom, she pulled her cell phone from her purse. "Control...? I need a clean up team..."