The Girls' School  Chapter 1 -- The School
by AK  (julievelor@usa.net)
Two boys find out what really goes on at an exclusive school for girls.

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     "C'mon, Bill, hurry up! Don't be such a wuss!"
     Gathering himself, Joe jumped down from the top of the wall and landed
on the cool grass below. Falling to his knees, he put out his hands to
steady himself. He turned around. "C'mon, Bill, hurry up," he whispered.
"Just jump down. There's nothing to it."
     Seconds later, Bill dropped down next to him, also falling onto his
hands and knees. The two of them stood up and brushed off their hands,
looking around in the darkness. Both boys were dressed for action, in
black tee shirts, black denim jeans, and sneakers.
     "I don't know, Joe. I still don't think we should be doing this. We
could get caught."
     "Sheesh! Don't be such a chicken, Bill. Remember what we planned?
We'll just say that we're taking a shortcut. C'mon, don't be such a
chicken."
     Bill and Joe had just graduated from high school, lifelong friends,
growing up on the same block. Both of them had played defense on the
school football team, and they would be going to the same college in the
fall, both on football scholarships.
     The two teenage boys were on the campus of the Whyte Academy for
Girls. The Academy, as it was known in the city, was a small school,
despite the enormous size of its campus. There were less than two hundred
students here, ranging in age from six to eighteen.
     The Academy was also very exclusive, screening prospective students
very carefully. And apparently not just for money. Not even the richest
families in the city had their girls enrolled here, all of the students
were from out of town, except for the daughters of the faculty and staff.
     It was sometimes said, only half jokingly, that the only way to be
accepted into the Academy as a student was if your mother had graduated
from the Academy. And there seemed to be some truth in that, as many of
the girls' mothers taught or were otherwise on the staff of the Academy.
And many girls remained on as staff after graduation, so that sometimes it
seemed as if the staff outnumbered the students.
     Oddly enough, none of the fathers worked at the Academy. In fact, none
of the staff were male. The entire staff of the Academy was as female as
the student body.
     Even though the two boys had graduated from their own school a week
previously, they knew that the Academy still had another week to go before
they broke for the summer. The boys were here for their final fling before
leaving with their families for their summer vacations, a little panty
raid on the girls at the Academy. Practice for when they got to college,
Joe had often said. And maybe for a little ass, these girls almost never
left their campus, so they probably were as horny as hell, with no men on
campus.
     "C'mon, don't be such a chicken," Joe repeated, starting to walk down
a tree-shaded lane towards the nearest cluster of buildings. Turning
around, he saw that his friend wasn't coming after him. "C'mon, with all
those horny chicks around, even you might be able to score some ass." The
gibe hit home. After hesitating for a few more seconds, Bill ran to catch
up with his friend.
     They had just reached the first building when a door opened and two
girls stepped out. The building must have been the swimming pool, Joe
decided, when he saw the girls. They looked to be about sixteen or
seventeen. They were both dressed in white bikinis, with towels draped
around their necks, their nearly naked bodies still damp and glistening
from the water.
     They were also beautiful. Very beautiful. Like the models in the
magazines. Not the fashion models, but the ones that only wore staples.
Better figures than any of the cheerleaders he had dated in high school.
One was a tall statuesque brunette, the other was a slightly shorter
blonde.
     As the two girls turned and started walking the other way, Joe
whispered to Bill, "Okay, this is exactly what we came for. Let's go."
     Joe ran up behind one of the girls, the blonde, and put his arms
around her, intending to throw her down to the ground. Instead, he was
surprised to find himself lying on the grass on his back, the girl sitting
on his stomach. Looking to the side, he saw that Bill was in a similar
predicament.
     "Look what we have here, Alice," the blonde on top of him said to the
brunette on top of Bill. "Boys. I wonder what they're doing here."
     "They're not supposed to be here at all, Nikki. We have to turn them
in to Dr. Whyte," the brunette replied.
     "Yeah, but we don't have to do it right away, do we? Remember what we
learned in our SE class? We can practice some of that right here. We've
got one for each of us."
     "I don't know. It just doesn't seem right."
     "Who's to know, Alice? I don't think they'll tell anybody. Besides,
who'd believe them?"
     "Yeah, I suppose you're right, Nikki. We could have a little fun with
them."
     Joe felt a shiver of fear pass through his body. What were they
talking about? What were the girls going to do to them? What the hell was
an SE class?
     His fear mounted as Nikki, the blonde, scooted up onto his chest,
making it difficult for him to breathe. Putting his hands on her waist he
tried to push her off. Much to his surprise, she effortlessly captured his
wrists, easily prying his hands away from her waist. He tried to pull his
hands out of her grasp, but found that he couldn't move them a single
inch, her grip felt like a pair of steel vises. Then, even more to his
surprise, she moved his hands up to her large full breasts.
     Maybe he had been right after all, when he had kept telling himself
that these chicks would be as horny as hell, being cooped up here without
any guys around. She was certainly acting that way, holding his hands to
her breasts. And her breasts were incredible. So large, and so firm.
Despite his fear, he couldn't help but fondle them.
     Nikki was beginning to enjoy this. She'd always enjoyed having a man
caress and fondle her breasts, though she'd never had a boy this young
doing it. This one didn't look to be much older than she was, maybe a year
or two but no more.
     She knew that she wanted more. She had really enjoyed the experiences
in her sex education classes, and she knew that the big male body below
her could give her more pleasure than she was now receiving.
     Reaching behind her back, she untied her bikini top, letting the boy
get to her bare breasts. That was better. But it still wasn't enough. She
scooted up higher, past his chest, and lowered herself onto his face. She
rubbed herself against his face. That still wasn't enough. She knew that
she needed to take him inside her.
     She raised herself off of his face, removing her bikini bottom in the
process. She saw that the boy was trying to rise up to his feet. Putting a
hand in the middle of his chest, she forced him back down to the grass.
With her free hand, she ripped his tee shirt off. Then she ripped his
jeans off, the tough denim fabric tearing in her grasp.
     Once she had him completely undressed, she pushed him back down to the
ground. Straddling astride him, she lowered herself onto his cock. As he
tried to push her off, she captured his wrists and brought his hands back
to her breasts.
     Pumping her powerful legs, it wasn't long before he shot his wad into
her. Much too soon, she hadn't even gotten close. Still holding his hands
to her breasts, she slid up higher, lowering herself onto his face. She
rubbed her crotch against his face until she climaxed.
     Joe couldn't believe what was happening to him. He'd never had a girl
do anything like this to him before. Not even in his wildest fantasies had
he ever even imagined having a girl do anything like this to him before.
She was so beautiful, and yet so strong. He was completely helpless,
unable to do a thing to stop her from ripping his clothes off.
     Nor could he do anything to stop her from raping him. When he tried to
push her off of him, she captured his hands and brought them up to her
breasts again. He couldn't pull his hands away, not that he really wanted
to. He felt her bringing him to orgasm.
     The ordeal didn't end there, however, as she then sat on his head,
rubbing her crotch against his face. He felt everything fade as he passed
out.
     Coming down from her peak, Nikki looked down. No wonder she wasn't
feeling anything any more, the boy had passed out. "Hey, Alice! Is yours
still awake? Mine went to sleep on me."
     "I think so. Let me check." Alice lifted herself off the boy and
looked down at his face. He blinked his eyes a couple of times. "Yeah,
he's awake, but just barely. I think we'd better take them in to Dr.
Whyte."
     The girls stood up and replaced their bikinis. Bending down, they
picked up the two big boys. With each slender girl carrying in her arms a
big boy who outweighed her by nearly two to one, they headed for the main
administration building, running at an easy jog, a pace that was not quite
twenty miles per hour.
     Joe regained consciousness. He felt the rocking motion. Opening his
eyes a crack, he saw that he was being carried in the arms of the blonde
girl. Next to her, he could see the bikini-clad brunette, similarly
carrying Bill in her arms.
     "What? Where are you taking me?" he managed to gasp out.
     "Hush. We're taking you both to Dr. Whyte's office. She runs the
place. She'll know what to do with you two. She'll take good care of you."
The girls giggled at this last remark.
     Joe struggled, trying to get out of the blonde's hold. She simply
tightened her embrace a little, squeezing the air out of his lungs, until
he quit struggling.
     The two limp and completely naked boys were carried into an office,
into the presence of a tall slender blonde woman, who appeared to be in
her mid-thirties. She was dressed simply in a white laboratory smock.
     "What's going on? What happened?" the woman asked, standing up behind
her desk.
     "We found these two by the pool house," Nikki replied. "They were
passed out. We brought them here as quickly as possible."
     "They were probably at a kegger or something, and got lost and passed
out," Alice added. "All of the other schools in the city have already let
out for the summer."
     "Okay, set them down on that couch there. I'll see to them in just a
minute."
     
     Dr. Whyte ran the Academy. Her grandmother, Frau Weiss, had escaped
Nazi Germany shortly before the war broke out. Changing her name from the
German to something resembling the English equivalent, she continued her
murdered husband's researches, using some of the stolen Nazi gold which
she had smuggled out to finance her efforts.
     Herr Doktor Weiss had been seeking a way to improve the human race.
Not through selective breeding, as the Nazi Party desired, but rather
through vitamins and training, both physical and mental. His wife had been
his principal assistant. He had been killed, and she had barely escaped
with her life, because they had refused to concentrate their efforts on
producing better soldiers for the glory of the Third Reich.
     Their daughter Helga, Helen's mother, had continued the research, as
Helen was now doing. Helga had established the Academy, both as a testing
ground, and as a cover. She had attained some success, developing some
vitamins that had some of the desired effects.
     However, the vitamins' effects on men were limited. They had been able
to produce a few superior athletes, the vitamins improved muscle strength
and quickness, without adding too much muscle mass. But similar results
could be achieved much cheaper with other drugs, such as steroids.
     With women, however, it was a completely different story. If they
started the program, which they had named 'enrichment', early enough, well
before reaching puberty, the results were startling. A ten-fold increase
in strength was about the minimum to be expected, with twenty about the
average. Even thirty-fold was not that uncommon. Helen had been working to
bring the average up to fifty, and she even entertained some hopes of
hitting one hundred.
     By the time a girl had finished the enrichment program, at the age of
eighteen, the results were permanent. The vitamins were no longer
required. Further physical exercise would have the same effect on them as
it did on other women, albeit starting from a much higher level. There
wasn't a gym outside of the campus that had weight equipment that could
really test one of the enriched graduates.
     Hence another reason for the Academy. In addition to helping the girls
reach their maximum potential, it was also important to teach them how NOT
to use their enriched strength. They had to learn to hide their strength
and speed when interacting with other people, in order not to call undue
attention to themselves. It would not do to crush someone's hand while
shaking it, for example. Nor would it do to crush a man's body during an
intimate moment.
     After graduation, only one lawful activity was forbidden to the young
enriched women. Under no conditions were they to engage in competitive
sports of any kind outside of the campus. Their superb athletic abilities
would give them away instantly. Any of the enriched graduates could easily
best any professional athlete, male or female, at just about any sport.
     The only type of competitive sports in which the enriched girls were
allowed to participate in was intramural sports such as soccer and
softball, against other Academy students. For that reason, the Academy did
not field any athletic teams to compete against other schools in the
state. It just would not be fair for these enriched girls to compete
against other girls. Or against boys, for that matter. Not to mention the
risk of serious injury to the players on the opposing side in any kind of
a contact sport.
     Every year, there was some lighthearted joking about having the
Academy field a high school football team. With the enriched high school
girls being at least ten times as strong as the typical high school
football player, it would be no contest. Despite giving up a significant
weight advantage across the board, they should have no trouble winning the
state championship, even in the largest classification, going up against
much bigger schools, with thousands of students. With proper coaching and
some practice, an enriched Academy football team should even be able to
more than compete in the NFL, and win the Super Bowl every year.
     Even though they were banned from professional sports, many of the
enriched girls did go on to careers in fields where their strength,
agility, and endurance were valuable assets. A few went and served in the
military, though that was strongly discouraged but not prohibited. Many
went into law enforcement, both with local police forces and with the FBI.
A few went into the covert intelligence field; an enriched Academy
graduate made a superb undercover agent.
     Many of the girls, however, did not use their strength in their
day-to-day lives, going into other fields. Some worked as clerks in
stores; others worked in offices. Some did not work at all, being
perfectly content to be housewives, looking after their husbands and
making future Academy students. If they used their enriched strength at
all, it was only in the bedroom. Many of the graduates married brothers of
other graduates.
     Some of the graduates did use their athletic and beautiful bodies to
advantage. A number of them worked as fashion models, a few even climbing
up to supermodel status. A number worked as actresses, many of them in
action movies, naturally doing all of their own stunt work. The Academy
placement office helped the graduates to find appropriate employment
opportunities, even after the girls had gone off to get their college
degrees.
     And, of course, many of the graduates stayed on at the Academy, or
came back after getting their college degrees. The entire faculty was
composed of graduates. Of course, all of the physical education
instructors had to be enriched graduates, there was no way an ordinary
woman could possibly hope to instruct these students in any kind of
physical activity. But graduates also taught all of the academic subjects
as well. And there were always opening available in the Recruiting
section.
     In addition to strength, there were also other side effects from the
vitamins. The side effects were rather minor, and no one ever complained
about them. The enriched girls were healthier, almost completely immune to
colds and flus. Any allergies that they may have had before disappeared.
They were much more resistant to injury, their bodies and skins becoming
much tougher, though their skins still remained so soft and silky smooth.
Even though they weren't bulletproof, the heaviest blow from a champion
boxer wouldn't hurt. Their susceptibility to alcohol and other drugs was
significantly reduced, though naturally individual results varied. Even
many poisons would not kill them, though they might become sick for a
while. Their complexions were clearer, with never a hint of acne. The
girls tended to be an inch or two taller. They never got fat. In fact,
their waists and hips were slimmer, while their breasts were larger,
fuller, and firmer.
     Some of these effects had been noticed almost from the very beginning,
since well before Helen's birth. Some tests had been made with identical
twins, one getting the vitamins while the other did not. By the time they
were sixteen the differences were obvious, just from looking at them.
     There was one other side effect. The vitamins tended to increase a
girl's libido. Hence the need for another class in the high school
curriculum, a class unlike that at any other high school in the country.
At the Academy, the sex education class always included hands-on training.
It was necessary if the enriched girls were to avoid hurting, or even
killing, the boys and men that they really cared about.
     The sex education classes necessitated the Recruiting section. Those
women scoured the country for rapists, muggers, and other violent
criminals. These violent men were captured and brought to the school, to
be made available for use in the sex education classes. The turnover among
those men was very high; many of them died within a month, often in the
arms of an enriched girl as she experienced sex for the first time. Others
died of their injuries, or were crippled, as the girls experimented with
them.
     The girls were taught how to get the maximum pleasure from a softer
and much weaker man, whether he was willing or not. They were taught how
to stimulate and arouse a man, even against his will. They were taught how
to make love to a man, giving him pleasures that no ordinary girl could.
They were taught how to make love to a man, giving him pain that no
ordinary girl could.
     
     At first sight, Helen knew that the two boys weren't drunk. Nor were
they stoned. They didn't get to be in that condition from mere alcohol,
nor from drugs. She was also rather certain that the two girls hadn't
brought them here as quickly as they could have. She would have to talk
with them about that sometime.
     But not tonight. She had more important things to do tonight. She put
away the files she had been reading. She went over to the two boys. They
were still sitting on the couch, their hands in their laps, trying to
cover their nakedness.
     "Now, let me see how you two are." She made a pretense of checking
their pulses. "Don't be afraid. I think I can guess what they did to you."
The looks on their faces confirmed her thoughts.
     "Can we go home, please?" Bill asked her.
     "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. It's too late."
     "It's alright," Bill said. "We're not afraid of the dark." Joe wasn't
quite as confident.
     "You want to go home without any clothes?" she pointed out. The two
boys exchanged looks. Neither of them really wanted to go home like this.
She stood over them with her hands on her hips. "You know I could call the
police," she continued. "You were trespassing. And there is a panty raid
law in this state. It's obscure, but it's still on the books. You can
either stay here tonight, or I can call the police. Which will it be?"
     That was an easy decision for Joe. An arrest would jeopardize his
college scholarship. "Please don't call the police. Please." Bill nodded
enthusiastically in agreement.
     "You two will have to behave yourselves. You'll have to do whatever I
tell you to do." Seeing their nods, she continued. "Very well, you two can
go in there and rest up," she pointed to a door. When they seemed a little
reluctant, she pulled them up to their feet and led them to the door to
her spare bedroom, the boys trying to cover themselves as they walked
behind her.
     She often worked late in her private lab, on the other side of her
office. On those occasions, she would sleep here. It was not intended for
full-time occupation. She only kept the bare essentials here, just a few
sets of clothes.
     "You boys rest up. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." As she closed
the door behind her, she gave the knob an extra little twist to engage the
first lock setting. These locks were an Academy exclusive. All of the dorm
rooms on campus had these knobs. They were also sold to the graduates, at
a hefty profit for the Academy.
     At first glance, these knobs looked like ordinary doorknobs. But at
the first lock setting, she knew that those two boys would not be able to
open it. It would take two strong men with a pipe wrench to turn the knob.
Though of course, any twelve-year old girl on campus could easily turn it.
The second lock setting would require more effort. The third lock setting
was impossible except for the strongest of the Academy women.
     Joe knew that he didn't want to stay here. "C'mon, Bill, we need to
find a way out of here." He looked around the room. Besides the bed and
the nightstand, there wasn't much. No windows, they weren't going to climb
out that way. There were two doors, besides the one they had entered
through. He knew that they couldn't get out that way, not with Dr. Whyte
out there on the other side.
     He went to the first door and opened it. An ordinary bathroom. No
window, no other door. No way to get out this way.
     He went to the second door and opened it. There was no way to get out
through here either. This was a closet, mostly bare. He immediately knew
that Dr. Whyte only used this room occasionally, probably when she worked
late. No woman would ever have so few clothes in her closet.
     Briefly, he thought about raiding the undies drawer. That was what
they had come for. But no, those would be Dr. Whyte's undies, not those of
one of the students. And besides, where would he hide anything, when he
wasn't wearing a thing?
     No, there was only one way out. They would have to go out the way they
came in. Joe went to the door and grasped the knob, intending to open the
door a crack to see whether Dr. Whyte was still in her office. However,
the doorknob wouldn't turn. He strained at it a little harder. It still
wouldn't turn. He brought up his other hand. Even with both hands, he
couldn't turn the knob.
     "It's probably locked," Bill said, after he had tried it also.
     "It can't be. There wasn't a lock on the other side, either."
     "Are you sure?"
     "Yes, I looked. Besides, who locks a bedroom to keep people in?" He
grasped the doorknob again, putting his whole body into the effort. It
still wouldn't turn.
     Then suddenly the doorknob turned. Joe staggered backwards as the door
swung open, bumping into Bill. Both of them sprawled on the floor.
     Helen came in and saw the two boys on the floor. "What are you two
doing down there? It's a lot more comfortable on the bed." Bending down,
she got an arm around each waist. Straightening up, she easily lifted the
two boys up off of the floor. She carried them to the bed and laid them
down upon it.
     Joe couldn't understand what was going on here. It had been bad enough
being raped by Nikki, the blonde in the bikini. But what was this Dr.
Whyte doing to him? Had she really picked up the two of them and laid them
down upon the bed? How could she be so strong?
     He tried to roll over, away from her. But she easily rolled him back
towards her, onto his back. Then he felt her hands on his lower body. He
tried to cover himself with his hands, but she didn't seem to have any
trouble brushing his hands away with hers.
     Looking down, he saw that she was kneeling between him and Bill, with
a hand manipulating each of them. Filled with shame, he put both of his
hands on her arm and tried to move it away from him. He was surprised to
discover that he couldn't even move that slender arm even a single inch as
she continued to fondle him.
     He felt his fear growing as this woman continued to manipulate him,
despite his struggles. He had thought that Nikki had drained him, but then
he felt himself getting harder under her ministrations.
     Helen had always liked muscles on her men, even if they only had a
small fraction of the strength of her own enriched muscles. And she loved
the power she had over them.
     With her knowledge and experience, her skilled hands had no trouble
bringing the two boys to full arousal, even after what Nikki and Alice had
done to them. When they were ready for her, she stood up, slipping off her
white laboratory smock.
     Even in the subdued light Joe couldn't help but stare at Dr. Whyte.
Under her smock she was wearing only a black lace bra and a matching pair
of panties. She was really gorgeous, for an older woman.
     Even as he stared, she came back to the bed. She threw a long shapely
leg over Bill, straddling him. Then Joe felt himself being picked up in
her arms. Looking down, he saw her mounting his friend. Then his sight was
filled with her breasts, as she moved his face closer, almost smothering
him in her deep cleavage. He then felt something hard being forced into
his mouth. He realized that it was her nipple. As he felt her hand on the
back of his pressing him harder against her breast, he began to suckle.
     He felt himself being shaken around like a rag doll as she climbed
towards her peak. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he felt
himself being laid back down on the bed. But then, she mounted him. He
could see her holding Bill up against her breasts, as she had done with
him earlier.
     Helen took each of the two boys twice, before letting them fall into
exhausted slumber. She laid down between them, holding them in their arms,
as they slept.
     
     When Joe woke up, it took him a moment to recognize the strange
surroundings. He was still in Dr. Whyte's room. So, last night really did
happen, he hadn't dreamed it all.
     As if to punctuate that thought, Dr. Whyte pushed him back down to the
bed and mounted him. When he had shot his load into her again, she got off
of him. "Go ahead and take a shower, dear." She leaned over him and kissed
him. A girl and a woman had raped him repeatedly, and now finally a kiss.
     As he headed for the shower, he saw Dr. Whyte awaken Bill and mount
him. She must really be insatiable, being cooped up in this school without
any men around. But how did she get to be so strong?
     Bill came in to the bathroom as he emerged from the shower. Going back
to the bedroom, he saw that Dr. Whyte was already dressed in her smock.
     "We couldn't find your clothes," Helen told him. "This will have to
do, until we can call your parents to come pick you up." She handed him a
set of sweats. She handed one to Bill when he emerged from the shower.
     "Now come along for breakfast," she said after they had gotten
dressed. "And then you can see the rest of the school."
     After breakfast, the boys followed Helen into another building and
through the hallway. At one door, Helen stopped. "Excuse me for a minute.
I need to talk with somebody." She went into the classroom.
     Joe peeked in through the door as Helen went in. Apparently it was a
math class of some kind, he could see various equations and formulas on
the blackboard. The teacher, a young blonde woman appearing to be in her
twenties, was sitting on her desk, pointing at the blackboard with a
yardstick. And wow, what a teacher! He'd never had a math teacher that
looked even half this good.
     Her black blouse was unbuttoned about half the way down, exposing much
of her breasts and the deep cleavage between them. Her nipples were almost
visible. She obviously was not wearing a bra. Her short skirt was hiked
way up, showing off the black garters that held her black stockings up.
Her legs were crossed, one high-heeled shoe dangling from her foot.
     
     They walked across a large grassy area that looked like it had been
laid out for soccer. In fact, it was four soccer fields, end to end. Helen
led them towards a door on the side of a building, clearly the gymnasium.
Going to the end, she opened another door. "This is one of our weight
rooms." She opened the door and led Joe and Bill inside. "As you can see,
we do not neglect our girls' physical development." Joe had found nothing
lacking in Nikki's physical development.
     "That's some of our sixth graders, doing a little weight work," she
said, walking towards a group of six little girls. The girls were working
out on the various pieces of weight equipment, under the watchful eyes of
an older girl. "And that's Suzanne over there. She graduated last year but
stayed on to help us out with the younger girls." As they watched, Suzanne
had the younger girls rotate, moving on to different equipment and
different exercises.
     Joe thought that something didn't quite look right. Those weights!
They seemed much too large for a bunch of sixth grade girls. They looked
to be at least as heavy as the weights in the football team's training
room at his high school.
     As Helen went over to speak with Suzanne for a few minutes, Joe
couldn't help but stare at Suzanne. She really was a good-looking chick.
Long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Her sports bra and running
shorts did nothing to hide her shapely figure. Nor did they do anything to
hide her long shapely legs.
     Before long, Helen came back to the two boys. "Why don't you two boys
make yourselves useful? You can put that weight back on the rack," Helen
said, pointing to a huge barbell forty feet away from the rack. Joe and
Bill both turned to see where she was pointing, and missed not only the
smile on her face, but also the conspiratorial wink she gave Suzanne.
     The two boys went over to the weight. It looked to be heavier than
anything they had seen in the football team's training room. Neither of
them was able to budge it by himself. Finally, between the two of them,
they were able to get it up off the floor.
     "Jeez, this thing must be at least five hundred pounds," Bill said
through his gritted teeth as they started walking towards the weight rack,
each carrying one end. Joe wondered why a girls' school would ever need a
weight that heavy for.
     "Oh, that's where it was."
     Joe looked up and saw the older girl, Suzanne, walking towards them.
She looked even better up close than she did from a distance. For a
moment, he lost himself staring right into the deep cleavage between her
large full breasts.
     "Thanks, boys. I wondered where that one was. A girl has to get her
exercise, you know, in order to keep her figure." Suzanne reached out with
her right hand. Grasping the bar in the middle, she lifted it up out of
the grasp of the two boys.
     Both Joe and Bill gasped in surprise. It had taken everything the two
of them had to just lift the weight, and this beautiful girl, only a year
older than they were, was holding it in one hand? No, she wasn't just
holding it; she was doing one-arm curls. She did ten quick reps with her
right arm before transferring the weight to her left hand and repeating.
Then she did ten more with each arm, before walking the remaining twenty
feet to the rack and casually replacing the weight.
     Both boys were still staring with their mouths wide open when Suzanne
looked at her watch. Pulling on the string around her neck, she pulled a
whistle out from between her breasts. A short tweet got the attention of
everybody in the room. "Okay, girls. Time for our jog. Make sure you put
the weights away properly." The girls who had been using the free weights
racked them.
     "Shall we go with them?" Helen asked. Without waiting for an answer,
she walked off, following Suzanne and the six sixth graders. Left with no
choice, Joe and Bill followed.
     Outside, the girls were running in place, loosening up. Seeing the two
boys, Suzanne smiled and called out to them. "You two want to come with
us?"
     "That's a great idea!" Helen answered. "Suzanne, can I leave them with
you until noon? I'll meet you in the dining hall then."
     "Sure thing, Dr. Whyte. C'mon, boys." Then, to the girls, "Today,
we're going to take it easy. Remember, a natural pace is something you'll
be able to keep up almost all day. Okay, let's go. Follow me." Turning
around, she started jogging around the soccer field. The six younger girls
obediently followed at her heels.
     Joe found himself all but sprinting to keep up with the jogging girls.
He could tell that Bill was having just as much trouble as he was. Yet
Suzanne just seemed to be jogging easily, her long legs eating up the
distance. Even the little sixth graders didn't seem to be putting much of
an effort into it. Even though their shorter legs were working harder than
Suzanne's longer ones were, they were talking and laughing among
themselves.
     They were halfway around the field when Suzanne picked up the pace.
Looking back, she saw the two boys falling behind. "Mary, Lisa. You two go
back and pick up our guests," she directed.
     The two girls at the back of the pack turned around and ran back to
the two boys. Before the boys could react, they felt themselves being
picked up. Despite the fact that each of them was carrying in her arms an
eighteen-year old boy who weighed well over twice what she did, Mary and
Lisa quickly caught back up to the group.
     Mary had always wondered what it would feel like to have a boy in her
arms. Though she had not expected that the first one would be this much
older than she was, and so big. Still, his weight wasn't too much for her
to handle. And it felt pretty good to have him in her arms. She held him
closer, savoring the tingling feeling as she felt his chest against her
budding young breasts. Mmm, that felt really good.
     Turning her head, she looked over at Lisa. Seeing the dreamy smile on
her friend's face, Mary knew that she probably had the same expression on
her own face.
     Suzanne led the group for eight laps around the soccer fields. Despite
her statements that this was a slow easy jog, they were going at a pace
that would put an Olympic sprinter to shame. The sixth graders easily kept
up with the older and taller blonde, still talking and laughing among
themselves, and giggling as they occasionally swapped their loads. Each of
the little girls carried each of the boys for at least a lap.
     
     In her office, Helen stood at the window and watched Suzanne lead her
group around the fields. As she had known would happen, the two weaklings
were unable to keep up with even the younger and much smaller enriched
girls, even though they weren't going all that fast.
     She nodded approvingly as she saw one of the girls pass her burden on
to another one, almost as if they were running a relay race. Good, Suzanne
was following her instructions perfectly. This way none of the young girls
would get too tired. And it would do the young girls some good to get a
feel for having a boy in her arms.
     And, she was sure, it would keep the boys from ever coming back.
     
     After the jog, the boys were let back down onto their feet. They
trooped back into the gym with the girls. There, Suzanne dismissed the
girls to shower and get ready for their next class. Then she turned to the
two boys, taking each of them by the wrist. "C'mon with me. I've got a
free hour before lunch, and I know just where we can go."
     Joe suddenly had a premonition as to why she wanted them to come with
her. He tried to break out of her grip, and failed. He remembered seeing
her curl that heavy weight, each arm doing what he and Bill had been
unable to do together. Knowing that he had no choice, he let Suzanne pull
him along.
     It had been a while for Suzanne. Harold, her boyfriend, had gone back
to his family after the university had let out for the summer, and he
wasn't due back here for another month.
     A whole month! Well, she wasn't going to go that long without getting
some ass. If she couldn't have Harold's ass, then she would just have to
find some other way to keep herself occupied. And these two large and
well-built boys would do just fine for now.
     She had enjoyed seeing the looks on their faces when she had taken
that weight from them. It had taken everything the two big boys had just
to lift it, yet to her enriched muscles it had felt light. Even for
one-arm curls, she usually preferred heavier weights, using the weights in
the high school weight room instead of the lighter weights in the grade
school weight room.
     She pulled the two boys along to the next room. As she had known, this
room was empty. It was also ideal, the girls used it for tumbling and some
gymnastics, and the floor was covered with a soft rubber mat.
     There was a boxing ring set up at the other end. An outside observer
would be surprised to learn that boxing was one of the many sports taught
in the Academy gym classes. The same observer would be even more surprised
to learn that any of these teenagers could easily go the distance against
any professional boxer.
     Of course, there was no chance that any professional boxer could ever
go the distance against any of the girls.
     As soon as they were inside, Suzanne threw the two boys down onto the
mat. Pulling off her sports bra, she joined them on the mat, lying down on
her back and pulling their two faces to her breasts. It didn't take much
persuasion on her part to get them to suckle.
     But as good as it felt to have both of her breasts worked over at the
same time, she wanted more. She quickly stripped the two boys of their
sweats, as they only put up token resistance. She straddled and mounted
one of them, putting an arm around the other one and holding his face to
her breast.
     Joe knew that there wasn't much point in resisting this latest rape.
Not after the first two at this strange school, and certainly not after he
had seen Suzanne curl with one arm a weight that he and Bill together had
been barely able to lift. After last night he didn't think that he could
get it up again but his body betrayed him, as he felt his cock harden as
she forced him to suckle one of her large full breasts. He only put up
token resistance as she stripped him. He didn't even resist as she mounted
him, He saw her holding Bill above him, forcing Bill to suckle her even as
she rode him.
     When he had shot his wad, he felt himself being lifted up to her
breast as she mounted and rode Bill. She repeated the process, riding each
of them twice while holding the other one to her breast and forcing him to
suckle.
     Suzanne could have gone on longer, but Dr. Whyte had told her to have
the two boys in the dining hall at noon. She stood up and dressed, telling
the boys to get dressed. Then she led them to the dining room.
     
     Finally, after lunch, Bill's mother came to pick up the two boys. The
boys were still dressed in their borrowed sweats.
     The next morning, Joe found a small package on his doorstep, addressed
to him. Inside were two wallets and two sets of keys. Apparently somebody
at the Academy had found them. Nothing had been taken; all of his things
seemed to be in his wallet, including his driver's license and his money.
When he took Bill's things to him, he didn't find anything missing,
either.
     He still couldn't believe how strong those girls at the Academy were.
He hadn't stood a chance against the first one, Nikki. Even the older
woman, Dr. Whyte, had had no trouble raping him and Bill together. And
Suzanne had had no trouble with the two of them either. And even the
little sixth graders were so much stronger and faster than he was. Were
all of the girls at the Academy that strong? How did they get that way?
     With just a few girls like Nikki and Suzanne on their team, they could
have easily won the state football championship the previous fall.
     He wondered whether he would ever meet another Academy student again.
He wondered whether he ever wanted to meet another Academy student again.
     One thing was for sure. He knew that he would never go on another
panty raid again.

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