“Mom, Mom, look what I drew!” my daughter's bright voice called after me and I looked up from my breakfast. She held up the drawing she had been working on all Sunday morning.
“That looks wonderful, Tamara,” I said, beaming
with joy and carefully took the picture from her to spread it out on the table
in front of me.
“Honey, look what our daughter has painted!” I
said to Bruce, who immediately put his newspaper aside and picked up our
daughter so that we could admire her work of art together.
“And you did this all by yourself?” he asked and
Tamara nodded seriously, ”Wow ... our daughter is a real artist!”
“Hehe,” said Tamara with a broad grin.
“Then surely we should hang it up somewhere where
we can always admire it, right?” I asked and picked up the picture, ”Shall we
hang it on the fridge?”
“Yessss!”
“Let's do it then,” I said and took some magnets
from a kitchen drawer.
“Wait, Mom, I want to!” Tamara demanded and held
out her hand.
“Of course, darling,” I said and gave her the
picture and the magnets. Bruce held Tamara up so she could reach the fridge.
But just as she was about to hang up the picture, someone rang the doorbell. I
gave Bruce a puzzled look, but he could only shrug his shoulders.
“I'll have a look,” I said and went to the door.
As I approached it, I didn't notice that it got darker the closer I got to the
door until it was almost pitch black and I opened it. There were four men
standing in front of the door and all of them had big demonic grins on their
faces. I wanted to flee, to run away, but my legs no longer obeyed me. Their
arms reached for me, pulling me towards them further into the darkness. A hiss
drowned out all the sounds around me and I fell deeper and deeper into the
shadows.
Grace's eyes widened and she couldn't move. It was
night, but the moon shone gently into the room. Someone was holding her close
and breathing quietly and evenly right next to her. This someone had bright
blonde hair and it seemed to glow in the moonlight.
“Summer?” Grace asked quietly, but got no answer,
just a soft grumble that made her smile.
“At least one of us can get some restful sleep,”
Grace murmured, carefully wriggling out of Summer's grasp. She didn't wake,
thankfully, and Grace tiptoed to the window. Despite the faint light of the
moon, she could see a lot. The walls that surrounded the university. The fences
and the snow-covered forest in front of the campus. The white fields that
seemed endless. The untraveled road would lead back to her family, but Grace
doubted she'd get far if she found a way out of this prison. And what if she
was caught? Would that mean special lessons? Grace had only heard rumors. Of
students who disappeared until they graduated and then were never the same
again. A shiver ran down the back of her neck. She didn't want to imagine what
Doctor Alther was doing to them in the basement.
“Grace?” Summer suddenly mumbled as she realized
that there was no one lying next to her.
“Hey Summer ... it's still a bit early, lie down,”
Grace whispered gently and gave Summer a smile.
“Okay,” Summer said sleepily and fell back into
her pillow. Less than ten seconds later, Grace heard her breathing evenly. She
had fallen asleep again. Grace shook her head and looked outside again. The sun
was slowly rising over the horizon, illuminating the night. Grace hoped that
the sun would soon shine again in her life too. Summer had at least given her
new courage and she would do everything she could to keep the fire in the
blonde alive. For both their sakes.
“Summer ... hey Summer, wake up,” Grace whispered
gently in Summer's ear and the blond opened her eyes carefully.
“Hey Grace,” Summer murmured, stretching with
pleasure, ”no bell today?”
“Yes, in a few minutes, but I thought it would be
more comfortable for you this way,” Grace said and went to her bed. She was
already wearing her university uniform, but Grace seemed to be wearing
something else under the latex. Summer recognized it by the outline that was
under the latex uniform.
“What are you wearing under the uniform?”
“Oh yes ... we have swimming today. If you put the
swimsuit on first, you'll save time changing,” Grace said, sitting down at her
desk.
“Swimming? What's that got to do with behaving
like a lady? And isn't it dangerous as hell if we swim tied up?”
“Supposedly to keep us fit, but... yeah, it's
weird... and um...” Grace said, but interrupted herself. She looked at Summer
and grinned, “you know what? Let it surprise you, you'll love it.”
“Oh come on, Grace. How can you be so mean now?”
Summer asked, pouting, but got up from her bed and stretched again.
“Hahaha, if I'm mean, what do you call our
principal?”
Summer shrugged her shoulders.
“Witch?”
“Say that to her face!”
“Naaaa, I'm not tired of life,” Summer said,
taking a fresh uniform and a bag labeled Swimming from her bedside drawer.
After Summer had finished showering, she opened
the new bag. Inside was a dark blue swimsuit with even darker stripes down the
side. It had long sleeves and was basically another leotard. Of course, it was
also made of latex, like the rest of her uniform, but it didn't come with a
zipper. The cut and color looked familiar to Summer, but she couldn't put her
finger on where.
“Half the cost of this university must go towards
the school uniform,” she muttered, shaking her head and smearing herself from
the neck down with the lubricant. Summer sat down on the small bench and
carefully pulled apart the neck opening of the swimsuit. She pushed her legs
into the tight neck opening and hastily pulled the swimsuit over her hips.
Thanks to the lubricant, the latex slid easily over her skin and up her
stomach. Summer slipped her arms into the neck opening and into the matching
sleeves. The lubricant ensured that the tension in the latex caused the
swimsuit to slide into the right place as if by magic and Summer sat perfectly.
She almost thought she hadn't needed any cream at all. Summer couldn't even see
any air bubbles and it sat on her body like a second skin. Looking in the
mirror, it looked breathtakingly shiny and gave her body a slim and athletic
figure.
“I think I'll take it home...” she whispered,
turning back and forth to admire her buttocks encased in latex. The swimsuit
didn't restrict her movements in any way and she thought she could swim
wonderfully in it. At that moment, she noticed a small, familiar logo hidden in
one of the stripes.
“Aha! So C&T does deliver here after all!”
Summer exclaimed in surprise and plans were already forming in her head as to
how she might contact the latex company to ask for help.
“Please, what?” came from Grace's door.
“The swimsuits are from my favorite company!”
Summer shouted back, which was met with a groan from Grace.
“Great! So we're even wearing branded latex
products. Now I feel super appreciated!” Grace said sarcastically and Summer
had to grin broadly. She grabbed her school uniform and simply pulled it over
her swimsuit, just like Grace had done. With the armbinder in one hand and the
padlocks in the other, she left the bathroom just as the bell rang to get up.
At that moment, Summer's stomach growled loudly.
“Can we go to breakfast now?” Summer murmured
hopefully and Grace looked up from her papers and nodded.
“I'm ready too, but ... you'll have to be patient
with breakfast and ... be careful,” she said and walked through the door,
closely followed by Summer, who looked at her questioningly and with a pained
expression.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we have etiquette class now. It's a bit
more ... orderly and well ... we have to wait,” Grace said carefully, as if
Summer were a seething volcano. She looked embarrassed as Summer's face
darkened at these words.
“Etiquette? Are you serious? I know how to use
silverware."
“Didn't see that at breakfast yesterday.”
“Because it bores me and I don't feel like it?”
“Summer, come on. You really don't need to be
punished for this.”
“Hey, last time was your fault,” Summer said with
a grin.
“I'm just saying,” Grace mumbled and blushed. She
led Summer past the food hall and to a door next to it. They entered a large
room that reminded Summer of the countless and unpleasant dinners with her
family. Old pictures hung on the walls next to ornate coats of arms with
swords. On one long wall was a fireplace with a crackling fire and a rug in front
of it.
At least there aren't any hunting trophies. Summer
thought and looked at the long table Grace was approaching. It was covered with
a gleaming white tablecloth, but there was nothing else on it. Around the table
were chairs with high backs, but what puzzled Summer were the rails on which
they stood and the latex gloves resting on the sides of each chair. Summer also
saw that the legs were fitted with ankle cuffs and an open metal ring was
attached to the back of the neck.
“Come and sit next to me so I can finish you off
quickly,” Grace said, as if she wanted to explain something unpleasant to
Summer. But Summer didn't move a muscle.
“Grace, I want to eat, not be fed like I'm
incapable of holding a fork!” said Summer, horrified.
“Summer, I know by now that you feel very
differently about this than you say. But the restraints are just there to
control us and well, punish us if we move too much,” Grace explained, putting
on the metal hoop and showing the cable it was hanging from, as well as the
ones on the gloves.
“It's like a bloody dream,” Summer muttered and
sat down next to Grace, shaking her head.
“Like a
nightmare?”
“No, no,” Summer said, fastening the ankle cuffs
around her ankles. They were also wired and pulled Summer's feet slightly back
against the legs of the chair.
“Wait, what did you mean by punish?” asked Summer,
as at that moment several other students in blue uniforms entered and the room
was filled with somewhat cheerful conversation. Some of them greeted Grace in a
friendly manner and eyed Summer with curiosity and some with a grin.
“It's a completely different atmosphere to the
Great Hall.”
“The teacher isn't here yet and the food is always
great,” Grace explained, waving to her classmates.
“But none of the pink ones?”
“Yeah, they ... they'll be serving us,” Grace said
hesitantly, “One of the few subjects that isn't taught in the same way.”
“Good morning!” a woman said sternly and entered
the dining room through a side door. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt that
came down to her knees and a white blouse. She had a polka-dot silk scarf tied
around her neck and carried a clipboard with names on it in her hands.
“Good morning, Mistress Carter,” said all the
women at the table.
“Put your cuffs on, ladies!” said Mistress Carter
and immediately there were several clicks as the women attached their cuffs.
Summer followed suit and put her hands in the gloves. The latex felt different
than usual, almost as if there were metal wires running along her hands. Summer
went to see what was actually inside them, but a second later something inside
the gloves tightened around her wrists and she was trapped. The cable that
disappeared from them into the chair gave Summer enough room to reach in front
of her, but she always felt a slight tug.
“Annoying to eat like that, isn't it?” whispered
Summer, earning her a stern look from Mistress Carter. Fortunately, the
question went unanswered as the chairs moved forward and clicked into place.
“Let's get started then,” Mistress Carter said,
clapping her hands together. The door she had stepped through opened again and
in walked a dozen women, all dressed in the white and pink latex uniforms. They
were carrying dishes and decorations for the table. Summer watched them with a
sick feeling in her stomach. It reminded her too much of her time at home and
even then she had hated watching the painstakingly meticulous craft of setting
the table, only for her and her family to eat from it moments later. The woman
from yesterday, who had been late for class, stood next to Summer and Grace and
began to prepare their seats. She had ankle cuffs on again today and they
rustled with every step she took.
“Thanks again for yesterday, Grace,” she whispered
and moved a fork a little further to the right, barely visible.
“You're welcome, Susen,” Grace whispered back,
closing her mouth quickly as Mistress Carter looked over at them.
“Miss Martel, is there a problem?”
“No, Mistress,” Susen said hurriedly, adjusting a
plate before taking a step back and standing behind Summer and Grace. She
tilted her head down slightly and folded her hands in front of her body. The
other women did the same in turn and Mistress Carter began to creep around
them. She glanced sharply at each set of silverware, but said nothing until she
came to Summer and Grace.
“Excellent, Miss Martel. Detention seems to be
paying off,” she said, nodding appreciatively, ”The rest of you will stay here
after lunch and have to keep practicing! Carry on!”
The pink women bowed and walked through the door
one by one, through which Summer could now hear clinking dishes and the smell
of freshly cooked food.
“Ladies? As always, behave yourselves at dinner
and you know the rules, you know the consequences!” said Mistress Carter,
without looking at Summer, who was now squinting at her from the side. But
before Summer could ask what exactly she had to pay attention to, the door
opened again and the Pinks came in with a feast. There were roasts, potatoes of
various kinds, cheese platters and much more. Definitely too much, Summer
thought, even though her stomach was growling like a rabid bear. They put
everything on the table, only to go back into the kitchen to get more food.
“Are they trying to fatten us up?” Summer cried
out in horror, forgetting that Mistress Carter was standing right next to them.
It didn't matter, though, as at that moment an electric shock shot through the
metal ring in Summer's neck and silenced her. The shock had been so strong that
she sat spellbound in her chair, staring at her plate with her mouth open.
“Sorry,” Grace whispered, guiltily, as she
realized she hadn't explained enough to Summer. Summer looked at her briefly
and just nodded as she collected herself from the shock.
“Start eating,” Mistress Carter said
indifferently, as if she hadn't noticed Summer's outburst. Grace hurriedly took
a piece of bread and put a slice of cheese on it before starting to eat.
Summer, however, wanted more and took a piece of the roast and the potatoes.
She was just about to start eating like the others when she stopped. There were
half a dozen knives and forks next to her plate and after all these years she
had forgotten which one was for what.
Outside in or not, but ... this isn't an
appetizer, so which one was the right one? Will I get another shock if I reach
for the wrong one? Summer thought feverishly, running her hands over the
cutlery. Grace's cough snapped Summer out of her thoughts and Summer
immediately understood that Grace's two coughs meant that she had to take the
second fork and knife. She picked them both up, but immediately more electric
shocks shot through her hands and she immediately dropped them again. Susen
immediately rushed over and adjusted the knife and fork.
“Grace just choked, take the third one,” she
whispered barely audibly.
“I'm sorry, Summer,” Grace said with tears in her
eyes as she cleared her throat to get the last crumbs out.
“It's all right,” Summer mumbled annoyed and
picked up the right cutlery. She almost expected to get hit again, but nothing
happened and she breathed a sigh of relief before jamming her fork into the
roast and starting to cut herself a rather large piece. She barely noticed the
cables that kept trying to pull her hands into an orderly position and leaned
forward to receive the piece of meat with her mouth. At that moment, she was
hit again, this time in her throat and hands, causing her to be pulled back and
her cutlery to fall clattering onto the plate.
“What have I done wrong again!” she hissed, which
earned her another blow and she slumped down in her chair.
“Lady von Nachtschwing, is there a problem?” asked
Mistress Carter without looking up from her clipboard.
“N... no,” Summer grumbled, trying to sit back up
and attempt to eat again, but the cables kept her firmly bound to the chair.
They wouldn't let her lift her hands and there was nothing she could do about
it.
“Good, then I'm sure you don't mind waiting a bit
and thinking about your mistakes, do you?”
Summer gritted her teeth and swallowed hard as the
delicious roast and potatoes grew colder in front of her. The smell hit
Summer's nose and water flooded into her mouth.
The whole lesson was almost dead silent,
interrupted only by the clattering dishes and Summer's gasps when she did
something wrong again. But at least she managed to get some food in to quell
the hunger cravings for now. Now only her lust was back, which desperately
wanted to be tied up more. The fancy blue box binder pinning her arms to her
back was a start, but Summer's kinky head wanted more and the latex stretched
almost all over her body didn't make it any better.
“That was hell,” Summer announced as she walked
with Grace past the Great Hall where the other female students who hadn't been
forced to eat all morning were having lunch.
“I'm really incredibly sorry, Summer, I should
have prepared you better, but at least you got the hang of it in the end,”
Grace said, still embarrassed.
“Never mind,” Summer said, giving her a smile, ”I
could have avoided half the mistakes if I'd pulled myself together a bit.”
“Maybe,” Grace said shyly, hesitantly returning
the smile as she led Summer to her next lesson.
“So swimming? Don't we have to wait until we can
get in the water because we've just eaten?” asked Summer, looking around as
they were joined by several women heading in the same direction.
“It'll be a while before we can get into the
water. The swimsuit isn't everything,” Grace explained mysteriously and opened
a door with her shoulder. It didn't escape Summer's notice that Grace had a
half-happy smile on her lips this time. Summer was about to ask her about it
when she stepped into the pool hall, but her breath caught. She was standing in
a huge room, in the middle of which was a glass container left in the floor. It
was filled to the top with water and you could see down to the floor through
the panes. Stands were set up around it, inviting you to watch the swimmers.
The nice teacher from yesterday stood next to the pool and watched the water
until she heard her students behind her.
“Hey ladies!” the teacher named Lorelei shouted
happily, freeing Summer and then the others from the box binder, ”Nice to see
you without a gag today... Summer right? I've heard a lot about you!”
“I hope nothing bad,” Summer said and immediately
felt safe with this teacher again.
“A bit of a bad thing, but I'd rather form my own
opinion,” Lorelei said, pointing to a door, ‘Get changed there with the others
Summer and hurry before you get called out again,’ she added with a wink.
Summer nodded hurriedly and was pulled into the
room by Grace. Inside were row upon row of cubicles and Grace took the first
one and pushed Summer into it. She locked the cubicle and a wide grin formed on
her face, which Summer had never seen on her before.
“What?”
“You're going to love this! Put this on!” she
said, tapping a locker on the wall.
“The locker?”
“Summer...”
Summer stuck her tongue out at Grace and opened
her locker. Inside was a large bundle of latex and small metal containers that
looked like oxygen tanks. Summer took the bundle out and the heavy material
unfolded in front of her into a tube with a wide fin.
“No ... No, you're not serious,” Summer said and
turned to Grace, who had a thieving grin on her face, ”This is amazing! We're
allowed to swim in it?”
“Have to swim in it,” Grace corrected, taking her
own mermaid fin from the second locker, ”The only compartment with bondage that
I ... well ... like.”
“Understandable! I bet you look adorable in it.”
“Well ... yes, it's always a highlight and it's so
much fun with Lorelei! She always has something new prepared for us.”
“But what does that have to do with being a lady?”
Summer asked, spreading her tail on the floor and peeling herself out of her
school uniform.
"Yes, Lorelei is supposed to have told the
principal to give us more movement in the lesson plan and that's what came out
of it. It's also supposed to teach us elegance or something. I think Lorelei
was exaggerating a bit there too.”
Summer's grin went from ear to ear. She had found
it a great pity that Grace didn't share her love of latex, even if it was
understandable in this environment. But now she saw that Grace was actually
looking forward to what was to come. She really did enjoy swimming, even if it
was again anything but normal.
“A friend of mine actually has a suit like this at
home. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to see it yet, but testing it out now
is even better!” said Summer, pushing her legs into the thick latex.
“Oh? Where from?” Grace asked casually, but Summer
thought she could hear that she was more interested in it than she wanted to
admit.
“Unfortunately, they were clothes she got from her
kidnappers.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, I hope she's all right? Wait ...
and then she still has the fin with her?”
“She's never been better,” Summer laughed, pulling
the bulging opening of the fin over her hip. Summer immediately saw that the
bulge was much thicker than usual and appeared to be hollow.
“Well, she didn't have that much money for latex
... the police had examined it, but then returned it to her. Luckily, because
otherwise it would have burned down.”
“WHAT?”
“It's a long story. But enough about me and my
friends. You'll have some really interesting things to tell later, when you're
out of here and I'm not. How was it at your house?” Summer asked when she
finally figured out that the bulge was for the oxygen containers she was now
pushing them in. She placed a tube from them under her swimsuit up to her face.
With the help of a small mouthpiece, she would be able to breathe easily
underwater and a small pair of diving goggles would keep her eyes dry. Finally,
she put on gloves that went over her elbows and connected her fingers with a
thin layer of latex. Perfect for moving around in the water.
“Well ... that would only be fair, wouldn't it? I
even dreamt about home, that night,” Grace murmured and Summer looked at her in
surprise, ”About the day they took me away. Like you, I didn't want to submit
to my family's rules and ran off with my boyfriend Bruce. Later we got married,
bought a house and had our little Tamara.”
Grace looked up and looked deeply at Summer.
“You remind me a lot of her. You exude the same
joy no matter where you go, but unfortunately ... that didn't last forever. My
parents found out where I was and convinced a court that I wasn't sane. One day
they just showed up at my door and basically kidnapped me. Bruce, he ... tried
to free me, but they just held him down and pushed him to the ground. Tamara,
she ... cried and screamed. Her face is still etched in my memory to this day.
And all under the eyes of my parents, watching me being dragged through the
front garden while...”
Grace fell silent and turned away. She didn't want
Summer to see her tears. But she felt a couple of arms wrap around her waist
and Summer squeezed her.
“Grace ... I had no idea ... I'm so sorry. I
didn't know you were having such a hard time. If I'd known you were going
through so much, I would have kept my mouth shut. In contrast to my problem,
yours are so much ...”, Summer said, but Grace interrupted her.
“Your problems are just as serious as mine and I
was glad I could help you. Let's just get through this together.”
Both women nodded to each other and drew new
courage from the other. At that moment, there was a knock at their cabin and
they heard Lorelei whisper: “Summer come out quickly and get in the pool.”
“Why?” asked Grace, but she quickly released the
hug and began to change herself.
“I heard the principal wants to get you out of here
again. Apparently you're not supposed to have any fun.”
“I've already changed,” Summer said and Grace
opened the door for her. Summer dropped to the floor and crawled to the door.
Lorelei grabbed her arms, pulled her quickly to the massive pool and threw her
in like an unwanted fish.
“I hope she takes her time,” Lorelei muttered and
went into the locker room to quickly get the next women to the pool. Summer,
meanwhile, felt like she was in another world. She could breathe surprisingly
easily through the mouthpiece and the diving goggles ensured that she could see
all corners of the pool without any problems. It was illuminated with long,
narrow lines that ran almost its entire length. There were two large rings at
each end and a handball floating in the water in the middle of the pool. Summer
immediately knew what Lorelei had in mind for them and loved the idea. She
pushed forward with her arms and pushed herself against the water, but almost
nothing happened. Although she got further than usual with the webbed fingers
on her gloves, she doubted that she could play Lorelei's game properly. Summer
felt very stupid when she realized she was holding her legs as stiff as a
board. She looked over her shoulder and carefully swung her legs out. She moved
a little, but something was wrong. She wasn't a professional swimmer, but even
she knew that the water should have offered more resistance.
“Mmmmmh,” she mumbled underwater and a bunch of
air bubbles rose from her mouth. She examined the mermaid's tail and quickly
found what she was looking for. Not only was the latex swimsuit from her
favorite company, but so was the rest of her costume.
So Lorelei is also a loyal customer of Celine.
It's strange that our uniform isn't also from her.
She looked ahead and this time struck out strongly
with her fin, Summer shot through the water like an arrow and began to keep up
the pace with elegant movements of her legs. Within seconds, she had reached
the ball and grabbed it.
What the ... what kind of latex is this? Summer's
mind flashed and she stretched her fin downwards. She stopped unnaturally
quickly, took a swing with her throwing arm and let it fly forward. The ball
left her hand and shot through the water just as Summer had done a few seconds
before. It kept up the speed for the entire distance and went through the ring.
Summer's mouth dropped open as she couldn't believe it and immediately choked
on the water. Panicked, she kicked out with her legs and pierced the surface of
the water with her head. She coughed and wriggled her arms to stay afloat.
“Are you all right, Lady von Nachtschwing?” asked
Lorelei, who was just throwing Grace into the pool while some of her other
classmates slid in over a ramp.
“Yes ... cough ... yes! Was just ... cough, cough
... surprised!”
Lorelei nodded with a grin and helped more
mermaids into the water.
“Just magical, isn't it?” asked Grace, who came up
next to Summer and swam effortlessly beside her.
“Yes ... just magical ...” repeated Summer when
she had caught herself and looked around. Her classmates glided effortlessly
through the water and Summer knew there was more to it than C&T's 'special'
latex, she just couldn't put her finger on it.
“Come to the center. Lorelei said we had to start
fast,” Grace said, inserting the mouthpiece. With a powerful flick of her fin,
she made an elegant arc just above the surface of the water and Summer was
splashed with water.
“Hehehey!” laughed Summer and followed suit. All
the mermaids swam into the middle of the pool and looked at Lorelei, who had
the ball in her hand.
“With Lady von Nachtschwing, we have finally got
equal teams, everyone please welcome our newcomer!” shouted Lorelei and for the
first time since she had been here, Summer heard happy shouts and serious
applause, “Well then, blue against pink, good luck!”
Lorelei threw the ball into the pool and the
moment the ball hit the surface of the water, the bell rang, signaling the end
of the lunch break. Everyone took it as a starting signal and the surface of
the water was churned up by all the women shooting towards the ball. Summer
hadn't expected it and was surprised by the mass of water that splashed into
her face. She dived down and had to hold back from laughing as it looked like
her classmates were piranhas rushing to get their breakfast. They were all much
more practiced in the water and she knew she had no chance of getting the ball
that way. Instead, she swam to the ring and watched the spectacle on offer.
Grace was actually the first to get to the ball and threw it far out into the
field where a teammate was standing. She grabbed it and swam to her opponent's
ring. A well-directed throw gave the blue team the lead and Summer raised her
hands and applauded. The women clapped the scorer and even Grace got
recognition, even from the pink team.
The whole game was a frenzy. The women fought for the ball and passed it back and forth at lightning speed. As far as Summer could tell, Grace was the star player of her team, but even she could do nothing against the speed of Susen Martel. Despite her small stature, or perhaps because of it, she glided through the water like a dolphin and threatened Summer's ring more than once. Once again, she managed to intercept the ball and shot ahead, closely followed by Grace. She raised her arm and Summer prepared to intercept another missile from her, but she didn't hold out much hope. She was about to throw when Grace was shoved from behind and rammed into Susen. The momentum caused both women to be thrown uncontrollably towards Summer. She was unable to react in time and was dragged across the ring with them and the ball. Bubbles rose as all three women began to laugh. Grace put her hands together and made an apologetic gesture. Susen waved her off and gave her a little peck on the shoulder. They were about to swim back into position when suddenly something broke through the surface of the water above them. They looked up in surprise and opened their eyes in panic as a net shot towards them. It hit their heads and wrapped itself around their bodies in no time at all. A second later they were pulled upwards and began to wriggle as they were pressed against each other and released their mouthpieces in shock. The huge latex fins robbed them of even more space and Summer's face was pressed against the net by her friends. Susen was pulled upside down, while Grace lay around both women with her own fin on her face. The water rushed past them and they broke the surface in the next moment. They coughed after inhaling water in shock and blinked down at Lorelei, who looked annoyed, and their principal, who looked up at them angrily.
“Lady von Nachtschwing, didn't you hear me call
you out? How dare you get into the water anyway?” asked Doctor Alther,
operating the remote control of the net cannon. The net swung from the pool to
the side and dropped them onto a waterproof mattress.
“Ow,” Summer grumbled, while Grace began to
wriggle like a fish in the net and Susen tried in vain to sit up. However, the
net and the latex made the task impossible for her and instead she looked
upside down at Doctor Alther. She was standing above them, scrutinizing Summer
with her piercing light brown eyes. Behind them, the other players poked their
heads out of the water to see why their game had been interrupted.
“Get changed immediately and come with me, Lady
von Nachtschwing!”
“Headmistress, I must object! Lady von
Nachtschwing needs to move and let her creativity unfold, otherwise...” Lorelei
interjected.
“Lorelei, watch your tongue!” hissed Doctor Alther
without giving her a glance.
“But...”
That was too much for Doctor Alther and she
whirled around.
“Lorelei to my office, right now ...”
“Doctor Alther, I agree with Lorelei, and we need
Summer for our team!” Grace shouted and the others nodded.
“Yes, exactly! She's the first one who managed to
intercept Susen's balls, we need her!” one of the women shouted and Doctor
Alther slowly turned to face them. Silence immediately reigned in the pool as
they felt the gaze of their principal on them.
“Who was that?” she asked, but no one answered,
”Fine, everyone...”
“It was me!” Grace shouted.
“Miss van Cortlandt, no you weren't, so if you
don't shut up right now ...”
“I can't do that, Doctor Alther, punish me! None
of the others have opened their mouths!” Grace interrupted again and you could
almost see smoke coming out of her principal's ears. But Doctor Alther
swallowed her anger and she licked her lips as she looked Grace over.
“Lorelei ... carry on. We don't want Lady von
Nachtschwing ... to feel uncomfortable here. She pressed the remote control
into Lorelei's hand and left the pool. The sound of her high heels echoed off
the walls for quite a while and nobody made a sound.
“What ... what was that?” whispered Summer.
“I don't know ... I ... should we be scared?”
Grace asked, but no one knew how to answer her.
“What do you think will happen?” asked Summer
after they returned to their quarters from dinner.
“Well, normally we get our punishments straight
away, but since we didn't get any, I hope our dear principal will turn a blind
eye.”
“Do you seriously believe that?”
“No.”
Grace opened the door and instantly froze.
“What is it?” Summer asked, looking over her
shoulder into the room. There stood Doctor Alther and two other teachers Summer
hadn't seen before. They looked stronger than the other teachers and scowled at
them.
“Come in!” she ordered, but Grace and Summer
didn't move, ”Now.”
After they still didn't move, they were both
pulled into the room by Doctor Alther's escort.
“Kneel,” she ordered and Summer and Grace were
pushed to the floor.
“Lady van Cortlandt can you tell me what this is?”
Doctor Alther asked, holding up a stack of papers she had hidden behind her
back. She threw them on the floor in front of them and Grace turned bright red.
One of the sheets landed right in front of Summer and she read her name. It
told of the events of yesterday.
“Lady van Cortlandt, can you explain to Lady von
Nachtschwing what this is?” asked Doctor Althers, scowling at Grace.
“My diary,” Grace whispered, her head sinking to
her chest.
“And can you explain to her why I have a problem
with it?”
“Because keeping records of any kind about the
school is strictly forbidden and will be punished.”
“And do you know what the punishment is?”
Grace shook her head and the corners of Doctor
Alther's mouth twisted into a smile.
“Special lessons.”
“Wait a minute Doctor Alther, maybe I can ...”
The principal looked to her companion and the two
women grabbed Grace's arms and lifted her up with ease. Grace tried to struggle
against the strong hands but it was a losing battle and she began to whimper as
she was grabbed even more roughly.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Principal, we don't have
to...” said Summer, but Grace interrupted her.
“Summer, shut up.”
“But...”
Summer looked up at Grace, but she just shook her
head.
“Stay calm,” Grace said, putting on a brave face.
Summer just nodded and looked at Doctor Alther.
“Tie her up and take her away,” Doctor Alther
said. One of the women pinned her arms behind her back while the other took
Grace's box binder. They pulled it over her arms and made it tight. They pushed
a panel gag into her mouth and attached a collar and leash to her neck.
“The gag suits you, Lady van Cortlandt. We should
have given you one much sooner, then you would certainly have graduated by now.
But now we're going to mold you into a perfect lady, whether you like it or
not. Take her downstairs,” Doctor Alther ordered with satisfaction and Summer
looked at Grace, who was looking to her for help.
“Grace...”
“Remain seated, Lady von Nachtschwing, I'm not
finished with you yet,” Doctor Alther said and took another collar from her
bag, which she fastened around Summer's neck, “You still have detention despite
everything. Open your mouth!”
Reluctantly, Summer opened her mouth and Doctor
Alther took another panel gag from a shelf beside her, with a feather duster at
the tip. Without further ado, she stuck it in Summer's mouth and bound her arms
with the box tie. With Summer's arms securely folded behind her back, she
pulled on the leash, forcing Summer to follow her.
“Your job will be to dust off the trophies,”
Doctor Alther said but Summer barely listened. Her thoughts were on Grace and
her uncertain future. It was only when she stood in front of the gold and
silver trophies and Doctor Alther unlocked the display case that she was torn
from her thoughts. The principal tied Summer down and walked away without
another word. Summer saw her reflection in the goblets and shook her head.
This is madness. What are they planning to do with
Grace? Summer thought and looked after Doctor Alther, who unlocked a door to
the right and went deeper inside the school. The heavy door slammed shut and
Summer was alone in the hallway with nothing but her worries about Grace.
Grace was led into the basement of the school by
Doctor Alther's staff. She didn't know what to feel. Her mind raced and any
resistance she put up was stopped with a strong tug on her leash or a shove
from behind. The deeper they went, the darker it became. The school had already
been built of very old stone, but here in the basement the walls were even
older, as if they were from a castle or, Grace feared, a dungeon. She could
hear unintelligible voices in the distance, but to Grace they all sounded like
desperate laments.
“Mmmmfp! Mhhm!” she mumbled into her gag.
“Shut your mouth van Cortlandt, don't make it
worse than it already is for you,” the woman at the back said, shoving Grace.
She stumbled against the woman in front and fell to the floor.
“Did you just attack me, van Cortlandt? Well wait,
you little ...”
The woman grabbed a handful of Grace's hair and
pulled her up by it. She clenched one fist with her other and lashed out. Grace
closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain, but a new female voice saved
her.
“HEY! That's a blue one, get your hands off her
now!” she barked and Grace and her companion looked up in surprise.
“Excuse me,” the woman mumbled meekly, letting go
of Grace and lowering her head.
“Give her to me,” the woman said gruffly and held
out her hand. The leash changed hands and Grace looked gratefully at the woman.
At least there was someone down here who showed a little compassion. She had
long black hair that she had tied back in a ponytail. Grace thought she looked
sympathetic, but something didn't seem to fit the picture.
Her eyes... They were dark and cold. Grace thought
as she looked past the friendly smile and saw the almost black eyes of her
rescuer. She also thought she recognized a tinge of red in them.
“Take off her gag,” she ordered gruffly and
Grace's gag was roughly pulled from her mouth.
“Thank you,” Grace mumbled shyly.
“You're welcome, my dear. Come on, I'll show you
around a bit,” the woman said gently, looking at the other two, ”And you go to
treatment room three. Doctor Alther will join you in a moment. I have her under
control.”
The women nodded and disappeared around a corner.
“Fine. Now that that's done, why don't we try to
make some sense of your life?”
“Excuse me?” asked Grace.
“Well, you're here for a reason and Doctor Alther,
myself and my partner are here to get you back on track. She asked me to help
out after I lost my business. Long story, dear. But let's get back to you. Only
the really hopeless cases come down here, but since I've been here, special
education has had a one hundred percent success rate with no relapses,” the
woman explained, gently tugging on Grace's leash.
“And what do you do down here?” asked Grace,
suddenly having a bad feeling.
“Oh we have different methods,” the woman waved
off, ”What's your name my child?”
“Grace ... Grace van Cortlandt and you?”
“You can call me Judy. I'm pleased to make your
acquaintance, Grace,” Judy said and led her into a room with the number one on
the door. Inside was a treatment chair and next to it machines that whirred and
blinked.
Two weeks later
Summer collapsed on her bed. Today was the last day
of her detention with Doctor Alther. She should have been happy, but she
couldn't. Ever since Grace had been taken to special lessons, the mood in
school had been gloomy. It was as if all the joy and solidarity between all the
pupils had disappeared with Grace. Instead, there was mistrust and even rivalry
between the blue students and the pink students. Not that it was particularly
better between the same colors.
“Where are you, Grace... we need you,” Summer
whispered, looking from her pillow to Grace's bed. It had been untouched for
two weeks, after someone had tidied the room while Summer had cleaned the
trophies. It was as if Grace had never been her roommate. Nothing had been left
there. Not her notes, books or uniforms.
“Like she never existed,” Summer muttered, getting
up from her bed. She peeled the latex school uniform off her body and threw it
carelessly into the bathroom. Even she, as a latex lover, was getting tired of
the feeling on her skin. At least if it wasn't C&T latex. Summer dragged
herself into the shower and washed off the day's sweat. Detention had been
particularly hard on her, with Doctor Alther forcing her to clean the
corridors. On top of that, the heating had broken. Something about a sensor. At
first Summer thought she would freeze her ass off, but no. The heating was
running at full blast and had turned the boarding school into a blast furnace,
but strangely enough only where Summer was supposed to be cleaning. It had been
a back-breaking job for Summer and the water that now flowed from the shower
was her well-deserved reward. Until it suddenly turned freezing cold.
“OH FUCK!” Summer screamed and jumped away from
the water. Her hair and body were still covered in soap.
“Ding Dong,” came from the school's loudspeakers,
”An important announcement from the principal: Dear students, I would like to
inform you that the hot water and heating for some rooms in the school are not
working as usual, as work is now underway to repair everything. Please bear with
me! Have a good evening!”
Summer peeked through the bathroom door at a clock
hanging in her room. It was half past nine.
“What repairman comes out at half past nine
because the heating is too hot? Bullshit!” shouted Summer and slammed the tap
shut. The lever broke off and fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Fuck,” Summer muttered exhaustedly, wondering how
Doctor Alther would punish her for this.
“I don't think so! It's all fake, isn't it?” she
shouted into the room, but no one answered her. Frustrated, she turned back to
the shower and turned it on. She still had to wash out the soap and she gritted
her teeth to keep from crying out loud.
Shaking like a leaf, Summer went to her bed. She
was only wearing her latex pyjamas, but they did little to warm her up,
especially when the heating was off. She glanced at Grace's bed, where her
comforter lay neatly folded.
“Fuck it.”
Without further ado, she walked over and stole the
comforter and pillow. The garments felt heavier than usual. Her trembling body
made her feel like she wasn't strong enough and when she stood in front of her
bed, she dropped both. Exhausted, she slid to the floor against it. Small
clouds rose from her mouth and the sweat that collected on her body again,
thanks to her latex pyjamas, was freezing cold. And yet she made no move to
crawl into bed. She felt more alone than ever before. Her parents and her
girlfriend Tea had betrayed her. Her friends were unreachable. Grace was at the
mercy of Doctor Alther and the other students preferred to look after
themselves rather than the others. Even Lorelei didn't even smile at her
anymore. Summer was alone for the first time in her life and didn't know what
to do to get out of this hole. A wave of weakness rolled over her and Summer
fell to the side next to her bed. She couldn't go on, she didn't know what to
do. All her knowledge was useless without a computer, or at least her damn cell
phone, and she was at the mercy of Doctor Alther. How long would it be before
she had to go to special lessons herself? Tears streamed from Summer's eyes,
blurring her vision. She could feel them on her skin and didn't know whether
they were hot or cold. Laboriously, Summer wiped them away and that's when she
saw it. A single sheet of paper lying under her bed. Summer couldn't remember
missing a sheet and she reached for it. It was written from top to bottom and
it was from Grace. When Doctor Alther had thrown the papers around, it must
have slipped under Summer's bed and been overlooked. Summer wanted to make it
disappear before she got into trouble and crumpled it up. Swaying, she got up
and went to the toilet, holding it over the bowl. She stood there without
moving. This was perhaps the last message from Grace she would ever see, she
couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she went back into the room and
smoothed out the paper on her desk before she lay down in her bed and began to
read.
... my new roommate is coming today. I'm really
excited to meet her and frankly, I finally need someone to talk to. I don't
really care if she talks or I talk, but I feel alone, even though I have
friends among the other students, but it still feels strange. A fragile bond
that breaks apart with the slightest breeze. No, I need someone I can confide
in, someone I can ... never mind. The old hag is doing everything she can to
force me to give up, but she can't do it. I hope the new girl can forgive me if
she gets detention because of me. I hope ... that's the little I have left,
hope. Super cheesy, but what's left for me? Pray? I ... haaaaa maybe ... I hope
Tamara is okay and Bruce is doing alright. I miss them every day and ... did it
just knock? ...
“That's why Grace was sent to special ed? Because
of diary entries?” asked Summer, shaking her head. She had expected to find a
big secret in Grace's writing that could help her blow the whistle on the
school. Why else was Doctor Alther so against the records?
“Well, maybe the wrong paper slipped under my
bed,” Summer muttered and settled down. The blankets were very heavy and
actually warmed Summer a little. However, she was still alone, now with just
one more piece of paper in her hand.
“Mmmmh ... praying ... I mean ..., while I'm here?
I hope you're okay, Grace.”
Grace lay on a hard cot. A black latex catsuit
wrapped her body and covered her shame, although that was the least of her
worries. She lay under a thin blanket and had her eyes closed, but she couldn't
sleep.
It's almost time again, isn't it? I think so, I'm
... really looking forward to it already ... aren't I? Wait, no, no, I don't
think it's great, I ... no! I mustn't forget, I mustn't ... forget? Grace
thought, squinting her eyes painfully and shaking her head. Her thoughts were
interrupted when there was a knock on her door.
“Lady van Cortlandt? It's time. Please get up,” a
woman said and unlocked the door. Grace didn't know why, but her body obeyed
the command as if of its own accord and stood next to her cot.
“Hello Grace,” the woman said with a smile and
walked over. She hooked a leash into Grace's collar and tugged gently.
“Hello ... um Judy?”
“Right, darling, how are you feeling?”
“Fine, I think.”
“You think?”
Grace's brow furrowed and she looked up at Judy,
who gave her an encouraging look.
“I ... I think I've forgotten something.”
“Oh? Your parents, perhaps? They're already
looking forward to seeing you again soon. You're looking forward to it too.”
“Yes, my parents ... aren't they?” Grace said
happily, but her brow furrowed again a second later.
“Come on, I'll help you remember,” Judy said
gently, pulling Grace behind her. After the first time, it had been an ordeal
for Judy to drag the young woman around, but by now she was quite tame, even if
she still had disturbing thoughts and memories here and there. Judy led Grace
into one of the treatment rooms, where her partner Maike was already waiting
next to the patient's chair.
“What did she say?” she asked coldly, looking at
Grace, who seemed to be having difficulty seeing the chair.
“She's still having doubts. Same as always and she
should be ready soon.”
“Ready for what?” asked Grace, not taking her eyes
off the chair. Something her brain was trying to tell her, but what?
“For your parents, dear,” Judy said, pulling
gently on the leash again, but Grace didn't budge.
“No, not my parents, but for...” Grace mumbled
feverishly, looking at Judy and Maike. “No, that's wrong. My parents are...
are...”
“Judy?” Maike asked nervously as Grace suddenly
grabbed the leash and began to pull.
“Maybe a bigger dose today?” Judy asked with a
smile and pulled a little harder. Grace stumbled forward and suddenly panic was
written all over her face.
“Behave yourself!” ordered Judy gruffly and
Grace's resistance weakened. She was placed on the chair by the women. They
held Grace down and stopped her feeble attempts to defend herself.
“No, please, I don't want ... I don't want to go
to my parents, I want ... Tamara and ... and Bruce!” whined Grace.
“No, no, sweetheart. Your parents have been
waiting for you for a long time and miss you very much. You want to see them
again, remember?” Judy said, tying Grace's arms to the armrests of the chair
with straps. More followed, running across her torso and pinning her legs
together. Finally, Judy pulled a strap over Grace's forehead and secured it to
the chair while Maike checked the machines.
“No! Get me off! Tamara! I want my daughter!”
“I'm about to get another headache,” Maike
muttered and turned around. She had a breathing mask in her hand that was
connected to the machines with a tube. Before Grace could scream any more, she
pressed the mask onto Grace's face and she took a deep breath in shock. Pink
silver smoke shot through the tubes and disappeared into Grace's mouth.
“No ... no I mmmh,” Grace mumbled as her eyes
glazed over and her resistance faded. The last thing Maike did was to put a
virtual reality headset on her and switch it on. It filled Grace's eyes and
ears with white noise and flashed images of her parents and orders for her to
obey without resistance.
“Maybe a little more,” Maike said, turning a dial
so that more gas flowed through the hose.
“Very good ... I think we can drive tomorrow as
planned. Our dear hostess can do the rest,” Judy said and stroked Grace's
cheek, ”After all, this is her school and not ours.”
“Finally, I thought you wanted to stay here
forever,” Maike said, rolling her eyes.
“Naaaaa, I miss Leon City already.”
“Leon City will have to be patient, though, and
you know that very well.”
“Calm down Maike! I'm not your stupid little
sidekick, I'm your partner. Don't forget that!”
“And don't forget who got you out of prison!”
Hey ... um, whoever wants to listen right now ... I um really need your help. I haaaa ... Okay, let's start again. Hey, I'm Summer and I miss my friends. I don't know what to do anymore. I ... I need help. All my knowledge is useless and I'm scared of what I'm about to face. Grace is gone and I'll probably never see my friends again ... if only I could see them ... apologize ... say goodbye. Would probably be too easy if I woke up tomorrow and my laptop was here, wouldn't it? I'm ... sorry. It doesn't work like that, does it? I'm just wasting your time right now.
Summer exhaled deeply and looked at Grace's note.
She almost hoped that the letters would rearrange themselves or that a secret
message would reveal itself to her, but nothing of the sort happened.
“No miracles for Summer,” she mumbled and hid the
paper under the mattress. She made herself small under the covers and snuggled
deeper into the layers of latex.
“No miracles ... for ... Summer,” she mumbled as
she slipped into the dream world, ”no ... magic ...”
One day later
Summer opened the door to her room. Although she no
longer had detention, the day had been hell again.
“At least it's warm now,” Summer mumbled, falling
onto the latex sheets beside her bed. She had fallen out of bed again that
morning and hadn't had the strength to put them back on her bed. They had just
come in handy. Her head was pressed against the latex and she thought about
screaming out loud. However, she decided against it and instead looked to her
right at her bed. It was still quite early, but her bed looked very inviting.
Her gaze drifted lower to Grace's note, but it had disappeared. Instead, her
laptop and cell phone lay under her mattress.
“What the...,” Summer mumbled and jumped up, ”How?
What? Why?”
She swept the mattress aside and there they were.
Her keys to freedom and the only way to talk to her friends.
“This is the miracle I needed, but how?” asked
Summer, reaching for her devices, but she paused.
“Stop, I ... need to calm down. One thing at a
time,” she said, letting the mattress fall back. She went to her door and
locked it. Then she wedged a chair under the handle and went back to her bed.
She picked up her laptop and cell phone and sat down at her desk. She activated
the hotspot on her phone and opened her laptop. There was Grace note inside,
but someone had written something on it.
“Prom you gardian bagel,” Summer read from the
note with narrowed eyes. The writing was barely legible. The letters looked as
if they had been written by a beginner and ink stains suggested that her
“bagel” had been in a hurry or had written far too quickly.
“Wow ... my guardian bagel is learning English
especially for me,” she said, somewhat irritated, and started up her laptop.
She hovered her mouse over a messaging service. But she changed her mind. She
had to get out of here. If she showed the whole world what she was going on
here, she could get out and spend as much time with her friends as she wanted.
Provided she got away from her parents, better than Grace.
“Let's see, first I have to...” she searched for
Doctor Alther's school on the internet and indeed, she quickly found it.
However, her face slipped when she saw hundreds of pictures that were a
one-to-one reproduction of life at the school. They even advertised on the main
page that they could turn even the most unruly girl into a decent lady with
punishments and humiliation.
"Dad hasn't even looked at the site at all.
He's worried about me, my ass, but now I know where I stand with you, you
wretched scumbag,” she muttered, clicking her tongue. If she went public with
these pictures, she hadn't won anything. They were already public. Summer might
get out with them, but not the others or Grace.
“Grace ... the special classes.”
Summer searched the school's website for any
mention of it, but found nothing.
“Maybe it's just secret or forbidden?” Summer
wondered aloud. Either way, she had been given an opportunity and she had to
take it. She just needed better evidence that could bring down Doctor Alther
and her latex school. She glanced at the door and swallowed.
“Any other stupid ideas?”
Summer hid her laptop, but kept it turned on. She
had been working late into the night on an backup plan. She didn't know where
her journey would take her, but she hoped that if all else failed, at least she
would get out of here and be taken home by her driver. One last test and Summer
nodded in satisfaction. She picked up her cell phone and quietly opened her
bedroom door. The hallway was gloomy and dead silent. She hoped the rest of the
school was too. Dressed in nothing but one of her dark blue latex bathing
suits, she crept along the dormitories, lighting the way with her cell phone.
She made sure that the beam of light didn't shine too far so as not to give
herself away. Despite her caution, or perhaps because of it, her heart was
beating in her throat. Every little cough or whisper behind the doors startled
her and once she almost dropped her cell phone.
“Bloody hell!” she whispered and reminded herself
to stay calm, but it didn't help, on the contrary. At that moment, a door
opened behind her and she froze to ice.
“Hey! What are you doing, blue one?” a woman asked
and Summer turned around slowly.
Great, I haven't even made it to the stairs yet.
“Hey, I'm sorry, I um...”
“Wait ... do you have a cell phone in your hand?”
the woman in a pink latex jumpsuit asked, a smile on her face, ”Hehehe, if
Doctor Alther finds out, she'll definitely pay me properly.”
“No, please wait, I can explain!” Summer said
desperately as her panic grew.
“You don't have to. I don't care, but...” at that
moment, one of the latex blankets flew over the woman's head and pulled her
violently back into the room as she was blindsided and deprived of breath.
Summer was also surprised and didn't move until she was snapped at.
“Summer, now get your fat ass over here and help
me!” hissed Susen, who had clutched her roommate with the help of the latex
blanket and was rolling across the floor with her. Stifled screams and a
torrent of swear words came from the blanket.
“Right away!” Summer said, rushing into the room
and closing the door. She threw herself onto Susen and the blanket and a groan
escaped her roommate as the air was violently forced from her lungs.
“Get off me, you idiots! Susen, how can you betray
me for a blue one!”
“Shut the fuck up! Summer belts!” said Susen,
covering the girl's mouth as Summer hurried to the beds. She tied the belts
around the blanket and mummified Susen's roommate with them. They stuffed half
a pair of latex tights into her mouth and secured them with the other half.
“Thanks,” Summer said exhaustedly.
“No problem,” Susen muttered and rolled off her
raging roommate, ”Heather, now shut up or I'll get the other blanket! Summer is
a friend of Grace,” Susen threatened and immediately the blanket stopped
moving. Because of the threat or because of Grace, Summer didn't know.
“So ... what are you doing in the hallway at this
hour, with a cell phone in your hand? And in that outfit?”
“Well, it's not like we got uniforms to sneak
around in,” Summer muttered.
“No, we didn't, but maybe you should do something
about that.”
“On it.”
“So?”
“I'm ... I'm trying to get us all out of here,”
Summer said, earning her a skeptical look from Susen.
“You do realize that a few pictures of women in
latex aren't going to change that? Doctor Alther brags about it on her
website.”
“Yes, that's why ... I hope I can ... find
evidence from Grace.”
Susen's eyes widened.
“This is going to sound like something out of a
stupid horror movie, but no one has ever come back from there as herself. Or
come in without the Alther having arranged it.”
“I know, I...”,
“Can you even pick a lock?”
“No, I wanted to...” Summer said, suddenly
speechless. She hadn't even thought about that. Susen rolled her eyes. Summer
had never seen her like this before. Susen was a complete change from her usual
reserved nature during the day.
“You're really going to get us all out of here and
not make a run for it if everything fails?” she asked and Summer hesitated to
answer.
“I ... I'll try, though ...”,
“That's good enough for me. I just hope you have a
good plan. So ... you said you'd get something else to sneak around? When
you've done that, come to the door to special lessons. I'll open it for you and
don't you dare screw this up!”
Their paths diverged. While Susen continued to
secure her roommate so she wouldn't get any ideas, Summer went to the art room.
The door was open and she slid silently into the classroom.
“This is such a stupid idea,” Summer muttered and
walked past the easels to the materials room. There she quickly found what she
was looking for. Black latex paint. She opened the bucket and dipped a roller
into it. She spread the paint over her legs and arms and hoped it would be
enough when a strand of her bright blonde hair fell into her field of vision.
“Ah... there was something,” Summer mumbled in
annoyance and picked up the roller again. She would have liked to dye her hair
pink again, but that probably wouldn't be very helpful when sneaking around.
She was just about to put the roller on when the light in the classroom came
on. Summer stared at the door like a deer in headlights. Looking back, Lorelei
stood in the doorway with her mouth wide open, seeing the mess Summer had made
in her classroom.
“Um, hey Lorelei, what are you still doing down
here at this hour?” asked Summer guiltily.
“I could ask you the same thing, Summer, and in
that outfit to top it off.”
“Well, a catsuit would have been my first choice,
but they weren't really part of the school uniform.”
“True, I suppose,” Lorelei muttered, nodding, ”So
what are you up to, you super agent and with your cell phone to boot? That
alone could send you straight to special education.”
“And that's exactly where I want to go.”
“Oh?” Lorelei said in surprise, but she nodded
again, ”Well then I shouldn't stop you, should I? By the way, there are masks
for punishment purposes and the like stowed away in the cupboard. Be a dear and
put one on as punishment for messing up my classroom before you ruin your
hair,” she switched the light off again and turned around. She took one more
look at Summer, though, and said, “Good luck.”
“You can't be serious,” Susen said, exhausted, as
Summer crept around the corner. She had been waiting in the shadows outside the
door to the cellar, staring open-mouthed at Summer. Her arms and legs were
completely covered in black paint and she had a latex mask on, exposing only
her green eyes.
“That was your plan? Fall into an inkwell and hope
no one notices the blob mark?”
“Well...”
“No, no. I don't want to hear from you,” Susen
said with a raised finger, ”Just promise me you won't fuck up and take your chances.
So ... there's the door, stand by.”
Summer was about to ask what she meant, but Susen
interrupted her again with her finger.
“ Na, na! Shut up, hide!” Susen said, shaking her
head, and went to the trophy case while Summer hid deeper in the shadows. She
picked up a chair, weighed it briefly in her hand and smashed it against the
display case. Shards flew in all directions and the goblets made a deafening
noise as they fell to the floor and banged against each other. Susen was not
satisfied, however, and took another swing. More goblets fell victim to her
attack and Summer almost thought she had lost her mind until the door to the
basement banged open with a bang. Doctor Alther and the two women who had taken
Grace stood confused in the hallway, looking around for the troublemaker.
“What are you doing! You'll pay dearly for this,
young lady!” shouted Doctor Alther and hurried towards Susen with her
companion, who just raised her middle finger and made a run for it.
“Catch her!” shouted Doctor Alther in a rage and
ran after Susen. Summer waited only a moment and slipped through the door at
the last second before it fell into the lock by itself. A dimly lit staircase
stretched out before her, leading deep beneath the school.
“I won't let you down, Susen,” Summer whispered
with renewed courage. She had managed the hardest part, now she just had to
find Grace and hope that something really illegal was going on down here. Her
cell phone was filming her every move, but unfortunately the connection to her
computer had been lost.
“No big deal. Just find Grace, see if there's
anything illegal and get back up, simple as that,” Summer muttered with growing
confidence and her old smile. Doctor Alther was no longer there and her two
employees were gone too. Who else was awake now?
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she
crept along a long corridor with several doors. The walls looked old and the
newfangled doors looked out of place, but at least Summer didn't need a key and
could open them easily. But behind them were only spartanly furnished rooms
with empty bunks.
“Mmmh, are these their rooms?” Summer wondered,
feeling like a spy who had to uncover the machinations of an evil organization.
Jokingly, she held her cell phone like a gun and pushed open the next door.
Once again she was standing in a cell, the only difference to the others was
that there was a thin blanket on the floor.
“Maybe Grace's room,” Summer guessed, filming the
room, ”Here you can see where we'll be kept if we break the rules. It looks
more like a prison than a school of manners and that's an understatement.”
Summer thought this was a good start, but not
enough. She walked on and found several rooms labeled with numbers.
“If there's nothing in here, I don't know what
is,” Summer muttered and opened the first door and what she saw made her cry
out in triumph and shock. In front of her on a treatment chair lay Grace.
Straps bound her to it in several places and she had a breathing mask on, from
which she was inhaling a glowing gas.
“If that's not illegal, I don't know what is,”
Summer muttered, pointing her camera at Grace and the machines she was hooked
up to. As she did so, she commented on the image and asked for help.
“All right, that's it!” said Summer, tucking her
cell phone into the sleeve of her swimsuit, ”Grace, can you hear me? Grace?”
Summer went to her friend and took off her mask
and reality headset. She shook Grace gently as she had a dreamy look on her
face and didn't seem to respond to Summer.
“Grace, come on, wake up!” said Summer, undoing
the straps.
“Mmmh? Who ... who are you?” asked Grace as her head
fell to the side and she looked at Summer.
“It's your friend Summer, remember?” said Summer,
taking off her mask so Grace could recognize her, ”Your roommate?”
Summer furrowed her brow and looked at the mask,
from which the gas was still flowing and spreading across the floor until it
dissipated.
“Summer?” Grace asked and Summer's face
brightened.
“Yes Summer, you know, the latex lover, the one
who reminds you of your daughter Tamara! Do you remember Bruce?”
“I...” Summer could see the rattling in Grace's
eyes, but she was worried when she saw a pink gleam in her eyes.
“Come on, we need to get you out of here before
you breathe in more of that stuff,” Summer said, pulling Grace out of the
chair.
“Fuck, you're heavy!” muttered Summer as Grace's
entire body weight rested on her shoulder.
“Hey ... hey, I'm not that heavy,” Grace said
dazedly.
“I know, it's me Grace,” Summer assured her,
”Remember me now? It's me, your Summer!”
“I'd be surprised Summer, her head isn't able to
process what you're saying,” said a voice behind them and Summer froze into
ice. Summer put Grace back and whirled around. Standing in the doorway was a
woman with black hair. She looked familiar to Summer, but she didn't know where
from.
“Tell me, dear, how did you get in here, and in that
exquisite outfit at that?” the woman asked with amusement, taking a step
towards Summer.
“The door was open,” Summer said truthfully,
groping for something to defend herself with.
“And you thought you'd just come in and say
hello?”
“Well...”
“Tell you what. Why don't you keep Grace and me
company and I'll show you a new meaning to your life?”
Summer swallowed. Suddenly she knew exactly who
was standing in front of her. Her friends had told her enough about Judy, the
slave trader, and more than once about her favorite phrase.
“I don't think so. I prefer more pleasant
company,” Summer said.
“Oh, you'll find we're very pleasant company.
Grace, dear, can you hold Summer for me?”
“Uh?”, Summer just managed to say as Grace held
her from behind with an iron grip.
“Grace, let go of me!” said Summer, trying to free
herself, but Grace was unnaturally strong and because Summer had hardly been
allowed to move for the last few weeks, she was too weak.
“Fantastic Grace,” Judy said, picking up the gas
mask from the floor, ”One deep breath Summer.”
“No, leave me alone! Grace!” Summer screamed and
shook her head, but Judy held her jaw as if her hands were a vice and pressed
the mask onto Summer's face. Immediately Summer held her breath, but it was a
losing battle against time. With each passing second, her body screamed more
and more for air and she became weaker and weaker to hold her own against
Grace. She looked up at Judy, who just smiled kindly at her.
“Come on, it won't hurt either, I promise,” Judy
whispered as Sumer's lungs began to burn. When she could take no more, she
inhaled a deep breath of the gas and exhaled quickly, but the damage was
already done. Without meaning to, Summer couldn't help but continue inhaling
the gas and her mind went blank. Summer's eyes glazed over and Judy began to
smile.
“There you go,” she said, patting Summer's cheek,
”Grace dear. Put Summer on the chair."
Grace did as she was told without questioning the
order and tied the straps around Summer's body while Judy put the virtual
reality headset on her eyes.
“So, soon you'll be a perfect lady just like
Grace, isn't that great?” Judy asked, hearing footsteps behind her. When she
turned around, Doctor Alther was standing there with her helpers. They had
caught Susen and taken her downstairs. Her partner Maike was also behind them,
looking a little disinterested in the room.
“Oh, another guest?” asked Judy.
“Lady Martel has been up to some nonsense,
presumably so that Lady von Nachtschwing could come down here. I hope you still
have time for her?” asked Doctor Alther.
“Not really...” said Maike, looking at her watch.
“Come on, Maike, between friends? We could stay a
little longer, couldn't we?” said Judy, ”Summer's already finished and you can
get Lady Martel ready quickly.”
Maike rolled her eyes.
"Fine ... but then we're out of here. I
really need a change of scenery,” Maike said and led the helpers into the third
room.
“Thank you, perhaps peace can return to the school
now,” Doctor Alther said with a smile and she and Judy nodded to each other.
“Let's have a look then...” Judy murmured, ”Grace
dear, you can go to your cell. You've done well.”
Grace bowed and Doctor Alther escorted her to her
room. Judy stayed behind and pulled Summer's shackles a little tighter. She
noticed the bump on Summer's wrist and fished out the cell phone.
“Ohoho, did someone make a little video?” she
asked in surprise and tried to delete it, but failed due to the lock screen.
“Oh well. Maike can hack it later,” Judy mumbled
and pocketed it. She increased the gas supply a little and left Summer alone.
The gas and the messages would make Summer more and more obedient until she was
the perfect little lady.
Just before sunrise, Judy got into her car and made
herself comfortable in the driver's seat. Maike was already sitting in the
passenger seat, staring boredly into the side mirror.
“Can we finally drive now?” she asked, looking at
Judy.
“Yeah, we don't want to forget your little friend,
do we?” Judy said and drove off the school grounds. She pulled Summer's cell
phone out of her pocket and handed it to Maike.
“Can you take a look at this? I think that blonde
took pictures or something. Since Doctor Alther doesn't know how to crack it to
delete them, I thought you could do it and we'll send it to her later.”
Maike exhaled in annoyance, but took the phone and
opened her laptop, hacking and unlocking it in no time at all.
“File sent?” Maike read and looked at Judy.
“What do I know, you're the hacker of the two of
us. Just delete that shit and Doctor Alther will have her peace,” Judy said and
Maike shrugged her shoulders. Doctor Alther wasn't her friend, she was Judy's.
She had no interest in finding out where this blonde had sent the file. She
deleted the file and threw the cell phone on the back seat. Judy could send it
back later so there would be no questions about where it had gone.
“Done,” she mumbled and leaned back to catch up on
some sleep, ”I hope you remember the way back. I don't feel like explaining it
to you again.”
Judy swallowed her first reply and put on a nice
voice.
“Of course I still know the way back to your
prized possession, Maike.”
“Lady Summer? Are you all right?” asked a male
voice that sounded familiar to Summer and she opened her eyes.
“Jean?” she asked, blinking against the light of
the rising sun. Her chauffeur Jean smiled.
“You made it,” he said, stepping back a little
from the car door and pointing in the direction of the school. Summer followed
his finger and saw several policemen running in and women coming out wrapped in
blankets. She also saw a teacher or two with handcuffs on their backs.
“I ... I made it?” asked Summer and Jean nodded.
“Your videos were received by the police that
night and they came out straight away to free you.”
“And Grace? Susen?”
“We're here, Summer,” Susen said from beside her.
Summer turned around and only now did she see that she was sitting in Jean's
limousine with her friends. Grace had laid her head on Susen's legs and seemed
to be asleep.
“Is she all right? Have the doctors checked on
her? Her eyes, she ...”
“She's fine,” Susen said, ”Some cool doctor with
blonde and black hair gave us an antidote. She said Grace just needs to recover
a bit,” Susen said and Summer's heart sank. She exhaled contentedly and looked
in the direction of her home.
“Do you want to know what happened to Doctor
Alther?” Susen asked, grinning as she remembered Doctor Alther's stupid face
when she was taken away by the police.
“To be honest, no. What do I care about that old
hag when we're finally free again? Jean, drive us away from this shithole as
quickly as possible, I need Leon City, and I need it as quickly as possible!"
“Right away Lady Summer!” said Jean and got into
the driver's seat to take the three women home.
A blonde woman with a patch of black in her hair
sat on the highest roof of the school and looked after the limousine for a long
time. A satisfied smile graced her lips and she stood up from the old
battlements.
“Good thing I heard Summer, now she's happy again
and we can play together again soon hehehe! But I should get back home before
Ifry gets worried,” Phaelyn muttered and spread her white wings. She shot up
into the sky and the little angel flew above the clouds back to Leon City.
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