Jan had ordered the girls over on all fours. Vaseline wasn't necessary since the dildo was quite wet from the girls themselves. Pamela closed her eyes as Jan moved her loins forward, forcing the phallus into Pamela's anus. Nothing was said. All three females on the bed knew that females were taken in that manner, and had been since Adam and Eve.
Pamela was quite tight, and Jan slapped her bot- tom with a message from one girl to another. Pamela understood; and spread her thighs wider apart in a time-honored reaction to forceful entering of the rear orifice. Pamela's move helped, and Jan felt her shaft enter more easily. When she felt her own pubic hair touch Pamela's flesh she knew it was fully within the girl. She gave Pamela a good scene which brought forth some wild squeals, and withdrew only when the girl had simply collapsed on her stomach, flat out, in orgasm. Donna was just as much fun.
The two were exhausted, satiated and satisfied, and slept for an hour before awakening. The weals on their bottoms had long since been forgotten.
'Hey, look what Jan forgot,' said Pamela, spying the dildo on the dresser.
'Silly loon,' laughed Donna, 'she didn't forget it! She never makes a mistake. Left it with us on purpose. It's ours! Heard her say so before she left.
You were out like a light, you were. Think with our boy-fun coming up she's left us a message?'
'Yep! Get in practice!'
'You want to go over and get it, darling, or want me to?'
'I love you very much.'
'I know.'
It was very true. Pamela and Donna were falling very much in love. Not just for sexual reasons, but for real and meaningful reasons. Pamela had never been really in love with a boy before, but she knew that she would fall someday and she always thought about just who it would be. It had never dawned on her that it would be, in fact, another girl! Their love came as no sudden surprise, for love just doesn't work that way. It came slowly but steadily, and they were very much aware of its progress. They did not know, of course, the century of past loves at Avondale, and at other girls' training schools. If they had, they would have known that it was very common and very natural for girls to fall in love under such circumstances. It wasn't the sleeping together and the shared sex. Most girls have lesbian flings with others. No, it was not that. It was instead the sharing of punishments, degradations and slavery used to change their lives. When two girls live together and share together under the whip and the chain, the emotional tie between them becomes very intense.
Boys do not share this unique situation, even if they too would share such bondage. But girls, and women too, are instilled with a mysterious sister- hood which is fully brought forth by the sharing of punishment. No one has tried to explain this phenomenon, and of course, it really isn't necessary to do so It is just accepted, like the ocean and the sky, and it holds true now as it did in the days of prehistoric society,
It is recorded accurately that when Joan of Arc was held in the dungeon along with another girl, a total stranger such feeling took place. Joan had been flogged, then the other girl, and upon their release from the post, they had fallen into each other's arms and they had shamelessly kissed at length, unmindfull of the surprised jailers.
Thus it was, most of all, the sharing of the punishments which had brought Pamela and Donna to their present love for each other, just as it was for thousands of other female couples undergoing the rigors of training schools in the past. Girl room- mates, or cellmates as it may be, were totally different than boys. Because of the peculiarities of females due to their unique bodily functions and conditions, their intimate part,s suffering the same punishments, and their beautiful concern and caring for each other, they were totally unique. These things came about each day at Avondale among all the girls. One minute they urged the whipping of a loved one, the next they applied lotion to her with tender loving hands. Boys did not concern themselves with each other's hurts and wounds. Girls kissed, and rubbed, and licked each other's hurts away. Pamela and Donna had often used their tongues on each other's streaked bottom flesh after a whipping. What further act of love and caring was there than for a girl to actually lick another's whip stripes to ease the hurt? Like kittens with one another, In Arabian harems it was said that slave girls licked the whip stripes of another, even though she may be complete stranger. Females were endowed with a mysterious desire to care for one another, for men did not tend to their hurts. Is it any question then why females fell in love with one another?
Yet, along with this feeling for each other, females knew that they were created for punishment, and thus who could punish a female better than another female? In medieval times, females were hired and used to torture women and girls in
Inquisition chambers and castle dungeons, for they better knew how to hurt another girl, sharing the same bodily parts and emotions. In Roman times slave girls were often ordered t,o whip another of their sister slaves, and the resulting flogging was far more terrible than if given by the master. It was as if females had a secret agreement to respect each other's pride, and thus one should always punish another harder than a man would.
Or, possibly, it was because a female who had received punishment herself knew just how much another could and should accept.
Pamela and Donna had talked about many of these things in bed far into the nights, as their love grew for each other. One thing they definitely agreed upon. Girls had as much right to fall in love with each other as they did with a boy! Anyway, who made the rules that say a girl must fall in love with a boy? Why? Why do girls have to marry boys? Why can't a girl marry whom she pleases, be it male or female?
These questions were not unusual. They had been asked over and over by Avondale girls since the middle of the nineteenth century. They were recognized by a whole line of staff and head- mistresses as being honest and meaningful concerns. And since the beginning of Avondale, it, had been a custom to answer them in a most beautiful way. In the early days of the school, girls were permitted to be 'engaged' to one another, and the
'engagement' was recognized and respected by all the other girls. In the olden days, 'fiancees' could be challenged and the two girls who desired the same girl had to settle the question by bare-fist fights in front of all. The fights were bloody and brutal, but in their way, most beautiful because of what they represented.
In modern times, girls at Avondale who fell in love were permitted to be 'married' by the head- mistress. It was not a legal thing, of course, but it was recognized by staff and girls alike. Many graduates of Avondale had remained 'married' after leaving school, and continued to live together in London and other cities, going through life fully carrying out the marriage vows just as if it had been with a man.
Thus it was that Pamela and Donna had gone to Ravan's office one lovely afternoon and announced t.hat t,hey wished to be married. She had kissed them tenderly and hugged them, and they had a date for a week hence.
The ceremony, being held on a delightful July afternoon, was held in the rose garden. Avondale's grounds were well walled in, and outside glimpses just were not possible by passers-by. Nude or partially nude young ladies had been Ied on leashes, whipped and bound all about the lovely lawns and gardens for a century while carriages and automobiles had passed just outside the ivy-coated walls.
All of the girls and staff naturally attended the ceremony, with appropriate weepy eyes on the.occasion. Pamela and Donna looked simply ravishing as they stood on the lawn in front of Ravan.
Each wore bridal white panties, white garter belts, white stockings, and white heels. Their heads held lacy white veils with knee-length trains in back.
White delicate chains of exquisite workmanship were connected to each other's nose rings, one nipple-ring, and one vaginal-ring, symbolizing the uniting of each other's most intimate parts. Their faces were beautifully made up with eye shadow and rouge, and their nipples and aureolas had been dusted with rose-colored powder.
The ceremony was not long, containing nearly the same wordage as would have been given by a minister, and at the end the ultimate questions. were asked by Ravan.
'Do you, Pamela Jean McNee, take this girl to be your lawful wedded wife?'
Pamela looked in Donna's eyes. 'I do.'
'Do you, Donna Patricia Carson, take t;his girl to be your lawful wedded wife?'
'I do.'
'You may kiss one another,' said Ravan.
The veils were lifted and the two embraced.
