School For Girlsby Dark SecretsWARN

School For Girls
by Dark Secrets
WARNING: This is a story involving lesbians, water sports and very graphic depiction of involved in scat. If you do not like this type of story, please do not read it. If you read the story and like it, be sure to let me know with an e-mail. If I get enough interest, I will post more.
This story is set in the 1800's in Victorian England at an school/home for unwanted young girls. The school/home fills a valuable void by taking in young girls who would normally be cast into the streets as prostitutes, beggars or worse. On the outside, the school appears to be a large Victorian residence for the aristocracy. However, on the inside, the house holds dark secrets; secrets so decadent that the bacchanal of the Roman Empire would seem pale by comparison. If the thirty rooms of the great mansion could talk, they would tell a tale of depravity beyond the imagination of proper society. It would be a tale of a society of lesbian women who crave all the Sapphic decadence that great wealth could buy.
Chapter 1
April sat behind her large mahogany desk and appraised the attractive woman across from her. She was in her early forties, very attractive, and very nervous. It was apparent that she had never done anything like this before. She was wearing an expensive black dress that came to below her knees with black gloves that reached to her elbows. She held a fashionable and matching hat in her hand, and her black hair with touches of gray was done up on her head in an expensive fashion, giving her a regal look. In fact, she was a countess with a long line of noble blood. The diamonds and pearls she wore testified to her fabulous wealth; wealth that was a prerequisite for her to even be considered a customer of the special school.
April noted that although the woman seemed uncomfortable, she appeared to be in control of her emotions. She sat almost at attention with her stern face showing little of what she was thinking. However, April knew that it was only a front and that soon the face would show shock at what she would witness. April had been through it many times before.
"So, Mrs. Chatsworth, from your application, I see that you want to adopt a young girl. As you know, we have a number of young women to chose from that have already been trained. Typically, their ages are older than your request. However, for a fee, we will fill your order and train to your specifications," April said, looking pointedly into the older woman's steel blue eyes.
"Yes, I desire her to be quite young, and money is not a problem," the classy lady replied.
"I see," said April. "Well, as you know, our specialty is toilet training, so all of our girls are trained in that service. Or, at least the urine drinking part of toilet training," April said and paused, looking for a reaction. She saw just a hint of shock in her look. "However, we also provide the nastier aspects of toilet servitude," April continued. April smiled when she heard the woman across from her gasp and then saw her squirm just a bit in her chair. "Of course, in most cases, our clients want some variation. Here at the 'Chantilly Home for Girls', we provide extensive orientation for the girl you 'adopt". We are very thorough and take our time to insure that the girl knows your special requirements. I assure you that we can accommodate whatever you may require. If we close the deal, you will visit her here often, with a consultant present who will help insure the girl... how should I say this... understands your 'tastes' as well as how you taste and smell." April paused and let the woman absorb what she had said. She could see that while she tried to hide it, her breath was coming more rapid and there was just a hint of perspiration on her brow.
"Uh... you do seem very thorough," the woman said to break the silence.
"Yes we are. After you sign a contract, you will be shown choices; either current girls or we can order one. If necessary, we have people that will find what you are looking for," April stated emphatically. "After that, you will meet your charge and have time to get to know each other. When you leave the first day, you will leave behind garments, among other things, that we will use to train your charge until she is devoted to you alone. When you eventually leave with her, she will be yours in mind, body, and spirit. That is guaranteed."
"I see," Mrs. Chatsworth said, clearly excited now. "What if... uh... what if it doesn't work out for some reason?"
"I don't believe that will be a problem because of our screening process. However, if for some reason you are not satisfied, you can return her within the first six months and get a full refund or we will find another girl for you. However, we have only had two come back in the ten years since I started the business. That is obviously not something we like to have happen, considering the fees we charge. We do everything in out power to make very sure that the product you leave with is exactly what you want, with all the features."
Sometimes April felt like she was selling horses. Her business was to hook the client and then like a horse salesperson, up-sell them more options; saddles, bridles, and maybe even a buggy. She wasn't disparaging sales people; on the contrary, an experienced saleswoman would do wonderfully at April's school (unfortunately in their day and age, women were a rare breed in the working world-April being somewhat of a pioneer). However, while good saleswomen were important, April knew that she had to get the client into the showroom and unfortunately, she couldn't advertise. April's business was primarily word of "mouth" and April always emphasized the "mouth" part of the business. The double meaning of the word was a little joke at the school.
"Uh... if I might ask, uh... where do you get the girls?"
"Well, let's just say we have some outside help from the bureau of social services. They send the special ones to us. Typically, they are runaways, or abused girls that are causing problems for their families. Most of the time, the families, or the social services people just wants to get them out of their hair. We take them in and make them a productive part of society again," April said with a laugh.
Mrs. Chatsworth was clearly interested and asked, "How many trainers and girls do you have here?"
"Right now, I have fifteen girls and twenty trainers. The girls are in every stage of training. Some are already sold and are being acclimated to their new owner and some are unassigned. It takes us about six months to train the average girl, some more and some less."
"I see. That's quite a while. Is there a way to speed the process up?"
"Unfortunately not. However, you will have ample time with you new charge before you leave with them."
"Could... could I see... uh... an example of your work?"
April smiled. The hook was in and now all she had to do was reel her in. "Absolutely. In addition to the 15 girls in training, most of my women have their own special girl that they keep. I don't personally have one right now as mine grew too old."
"Too old?" Mrs. Chatsworth asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, we are not into slavery so when the charge turns 18, she has the right to leave."
"I see."
"However, she can also choose to stay. Most do stay with their mistress in some capacity. Mine is now one of our instructors and has her own toilet slave. The truth is, I love innocent girls, especially breaking them in. Business sometimes gets in the way but I try to work with as many of the girls as I can. In fact, why don't you come around here," April said, sliding back in her chair.
The woman in black stared at April with a funny look.
"Come over here please," she said again. It almost sounded like an order.
The woman finally got up and walked around the desk. Suddenly, she stopped and gasped. Her knees almost collapsed and she had to grip the side of the large desk.
Between April's thighs was the blond head of a naked girl. She was busy sucking on April's shaved vagina.
"Mandy has been with us for about three months and is already very accomplished in oral pleasure. She is being groomed for a woman in Yorkshire that wants a complete body slave-front and back. At this point, she is halfway there," April said as her hand went lovingly to the back of the head of the young girl to caress her soft blond hair. "I'm sure she will do as good in the back as she does in the front."
A moan could clearly be heard coming from the buried lips of the girl between April's thighs.
The woman stood staring at the young girl's head as she worked between April's thighs. Her breathing was suddenly labored as she watched and heard the girl slurping from her lips on April's vagina. "Oh God," the woman hissed. "Does she... does she... uh drink you know your... your...
April smiled as realized that the women had lost a little of her poise. "My piss... of course. Mandy, the lady wants to see what a good slave you are," April said, pulling the young girls head from between her thighs and turning her face up to her. April smiled down at the wet smiling face of the pretty girl.
"Yes ma'am," she whispered and moved back until she was sitting on her buttocks and leaning back on her hands. She closed her eyes and bent her head back, mouth open.
April stood up and casually walked over to the girl. She slowly pulled her dress until it was around her waist, and then straddled the girls open mouth. "Watch," April said. She had been dying to pee all morning but wanted to save it for her demonstration. It was going to be a flood but she knew Mandy could handle it. She looked over at the woman as she stared at the two of them, her eyes as big as saucers.
Suddenly, April moaned as a torrent of her yellow piss began to pour from her spread vagina. Another moan escaped from Mandy's lips as she opened her throat and let the strong tasting liquid enter. Like a pro, she swallowed, letting the warm pee rush down her throat.
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Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Các trường học cho trẻ em gáibởi bí mật tốiChú ý: Đây là một câu chuyện liên quan đến đồng tính nữ, thể thao dưới nước và các mô tả rất đồ họa của tham gia vào scat. Nếu bạn không thích kiểu này của câu chuyện, xin vui lòng không đọc nó. Nếu bạn đọc những câu chuyện và thích nó, hãy cho tôi biết với một e-mail. Nếu tôi nhận được đủ sự quan tâm, tôi sẽ đăng thêm.Câu chuyện này được thiết lập vào những năm 1800 tại Victoria Anh tại một trường học/nhà cho cô gái trẻ không mong muốn. Trường học/nhà lấp đầy một khoảng trống có giá trị bằng cách tham gia trong cô gái trẻ người bình thường sẽ được đúc vào các đường phố như gái mại dâm, ăn xin hoặc tệ hơn. Bên ngoài, các trường học dường như là một nơi cư trú Victoria lớn cho tầng lớp quý tộc. Tuy nhiên, bên trong, nhà giữ bí mật tối; bí mật vì vậy suy bacchanal của Đế quốc La Mã sẽ có vẻ nhạt bằng cách so sánh. Nếu các phòng ba mươi của biệt thự tuyệt vời có thể nói chuyện, họ sẽ cho biết một câu chuyện của depravity ngoài sức tưởng tượng của xã hội thích hợp. Nó sẽ là một câu chuyện của một xã hội của phụ nữ đồng tính người thèm tất cả sự suy đồi Sapphic sự giàu có lớn có thể mua.Chương 1Tháng tư ngồi phía sau của cô bàn gỗ gụ lớn và thẩm định người phụ nữ hấp dẫn nằm đối diện với cô ấy. Cô vào đầu thứ bốn mươi của mình, rất hấp dẫn, và rất lo lắng. Nó đã được rõ ràng rằng cô ấy đã không bao giờ làm bất cứ điều gì như thế này trước khi. Cô mặc một chiếc váy đen đắt tiền đến dưới đầu gối của cô với găng tay đen đạt đến khuỷu tay của cô. Cô đã tổ chức một thời trang và phù hợp với mũ trong tay mình, và mái tóc đen của cô với chạm của màu xám được thực hiện trên đầu của cô trong một thời trang đắt tiền, đem lại cho cô một cái nhìn regal. Trong thực tế, cô là một nữ bá tước với một đường dài của máu cao quý. Kim cương và ngọc trai cô mặc làm chứng cho sự giàu có tuyệt vời của mình; sự giàu có là một điều kiện tiên quyết cho cô ấy để thậm chí được coi là một khách hàng của trường học đặc biệt.Ngày lưu ý rằng mặc dù người phụ nữ có vẻ khó chịu, cô xuất hiện để kiểm soát cảm xúc của mình. Cô ngồi gần như lúc sự chú ý với khuôn mặt nghiêm khắc của cô, Đang hiển thị rất ít về những gì cô đã suy nghĩ. Tuy nhiên, ngày biết rằng nó đã là chỉ là một mặt trận và rằng sớm mặt sẽ hiển thị các cú sốc tại những gì cô sẽ chứng kiến. Tháng tư đã thông qua nó nhiều lần trước khi."Vì vậy, bà Chatsworth, từ ứng dụng của bạn, tôi thấy rằng bạn muốn áp dụng một cô gái trẻ. Như bạn đã biết, chúng tôi có một số trẻ phụ nữ để chọn từ đó đã được đào tạo. Thông thường, lứa tuổi của họ cũ quá yêu cầu của bạn. Tuy nhiên, cho một khoản phí, chúng tôi sẽ điền vào đơn đặt hàng và đào tạo chi tiết kỹ thuật của bạn,"tháng tư cho biết, tìm chua cay vào đôi mắt màu xanh thép của người phụ nữ lớn tuổi."Có, tôi mong muốn của mình để khá trẻ, và tiền không phải là một vấn đề," người phụ nữ sang trọng trả lời."Tôi thấy," nói tháng. "Vâng, như bạn đã biết, chúng tôi đặc biệt là đào tạo nhà vệ sinh, vì vậy tất cả cô gái chúng tôi được đào tạo trong dịch vụ đó. Hoặc, ít nước tiểu uống một phần của đào tạo nhà vệ sinh, "tháng tư nói và tạm dừng, tìm kiếm một phản ứng. Cô thấy chỉ là một gợi ý của sốc trong cái nhìn của cô. "Tuy nhiên, chúng tôi cũng cung cấp những khía cạnh nastier của nô lệ nhà vệ sinh," tháng tư tiếp tục. Ngày cười khi cô nghe nói người phụ nữ nằm đối diện với gasp của cô và sau đó nhìn thấy cô ấy chỉ là một chút squirm trong ghế của mình. "Tất nhiên, trong hầu hết trường hợp, khách hàng của chúng tôi muốn một số biến thể. Ở đây ở các 'Chantilly nhà cho trẻ em gái', chúng tôi cung cấp các định hướng mở rộng cho các cô gái bạn ' áp dụng ". Chúng tôi rất kỹ lưỡng và mất thời gian của chúng tôi để bảo đảm rằng các cô gái biết yêu cầu đặc biệt của bạn. Tôi đảm bảo với bạn rằng chúng tôi có thể chứa bất cứ điều gì bạn có thể yêu cầu. Nếu chúng tôi đóng đối phó, bạn sẽ đến thăm cô ở đây thường, với một nhà tư vấn hiện nay ai sẽ giúp bảo đảm các cô gái... làm thế nào tôi nên nói điều này... hiểu được 'thị hiếu của bạn' là tốt như thế nào bạn hương vị và mùi. " Ngày tạm dừng và để cho người phụ nữ hấp thụ những gì cô đã nói. Cô có thể thấy rằng trong khi cô đã cố gắng để ẩn nó, hơi thở của mình đã đến nhanh hơn và có là chỉ là một gợi ý của mồ hôi trên trán của mình."Uh... bạn có vẻ rất kỹ lưỡng," người phụ nữ nói để phá vỡ sự im lặng."Yes we are. After you sign a contract, you will be shown choices; either current girls or we can order one. If necessary, we have people that will find what you are looking for," April stated emphatically. "After that, you will meet your charge and have time to get to know each other. When you leave the first day, you will leave behind garments, among other things, that we will use to train your charge until she is devoted to you alone. When you eventually leave with her, she will be yours in mind, body, and spirit. That is guaranteed.""I see," Mrs. Chatsworth said, clearly excited now. "What if... uh... what if it doesn't work out for some reason?""I don't believe that will be a problem because of our screening process. However, if for some reason you are not satisfied, you can return her within the first six months and get a full refund or we will find another girl for you. However, we have only had two come back in the ten years since I started the business. That is obviously not something we like to have happen, considering the fees we charge. We do everything in out power to make very sure that the product you leave with is exactly what you want, with all the features."Sometimes April felt like she was selling horses. Her business was to hook the client and then like a horse salesperson, up-sell them more options; saddles, bridles, and maybe even a buggy. She wasn't disparaging sales people; on the contrary, an experienced saleswoman would do wonderfully at April's school (unfortunately in their day and age, women were a rare breed in the working world-April being somewhat of a pioneer). However, while good saleswomen were important, April knew that she had to get the client into the showroom and unfortunately, she couldn't advertise. April's business was primarily word of "mouth" and April always emphasized the "mouth" part of the business. The double meaning of the word was a little joke at the school."Uh... if I might ask, uh... where do you get the girls?""Well, let's just say we have some outside help from the bureau of social services. They send the special ones to us. Typically, they are runaways, or abused girls that are causing problems for their families. Most of the time, the families, or the social services people just wants to get them out of their hair. We take them in and make them a productive part of society again," April said with a laugh.Mrs. Chatsworth was clearly interested and asked, "How many trainers and girls do you have here?""Right now, I have fifteen girls and twenty trainers. The girls are in every stage of training. Some are already sold and are being acclimated to their new owner and some are unassigned. It takes us about six months to train the average girl, some more and some less.""I see. That's quite a while. Is there a way to speed the process up?""Unfortunately not. However, you will have ample time with you new charge before you leave with them.""Could... could I see... uh... an example of your work?"April smiled. The hook was in and now all she had to do was reel her in. "Absolutely. In addition to the 15 girls in training, most of my women have their own special girl that they keep. I don't personally have one right now as mine grew too old.""Too old?" Mrs. Chatsworth asked with raised eyebrows."Yes, we are not into slavery so when the charge turns 18, she has the right to leave.""I see.""However, she can also choose to stay. Most do stay with their mistress in some capacity. Mine is now one of our instructors and has her own toilet slave. The truth is, I love innocent girls, especially breaking them in. Business sometimes gets in the way but I try to work with as many of the girls as I can. In fact, why don't you come around here," April said, sliding back in her chair.The woman in black stared at April with a funny look."Come over here please," she said again. It almost sounded like an order.The woman finally got up and walked around the desk. Suddenly, she stopped and gasped. Her knees almost collapsed and she had to grip the side of the large desk.Between April's thighs was the blond head of a naked girl. She was busy sucking on April's shaved vagina."Mandy has been with us for about three months and is already very accomplished in oral pleasure. She is being groomed for a woman in Yorkshire that wants a complete body slave-front and back. At this point, she is halfway there," April said as her hand went lovingly to the back of the head of the young girl to caress her soft blond hair. "I'm sure she will do as good in the back as she does in the front."
A moan could clearly be heard coming from the buried lips of the girl between April's thighs.
The woman stood staring at the young girl's head as she worked between April's thighs. Her breathing was suddenly labored as she watched and heard the girl slurping from her lips on April's vagina. "Oh God," the woman hissed. "Does she... does she... uh drink you know your... your...
April smiled as realized that the women had lost a little of her poise. "My piss... of course. Mandy, the lady wants to see what a good slave you are," April said, pulling the young girls head from between her thighs and turning her face up to her. April smiled down at the wet smiling face of the pretty girl.
"Yes ma'am," she whispered and moved back until she was sitting on her buttocks and leaning back on her hands. She closed her eyes and bent her head back, mouth open.
April stood up and casually walked over to the girl. She slowly pulled her dress until it was around her waist, and then straddled the girls open mouth. "Watch," April said. She had been dying to pee all morning but wanted to save it for her demonstration. It was going to be a flood but she knew Mandy could handle it. She looked over at the woman as she stared at the two of them, her eyes as big as saucers.
Suddenly, April moaned as a torrent of her yellow piss began to pour from her spread vagina. Another moan escaped from Mandy's lips as she opened her throat and let the strong tasting liquid enter. Like a pro, she swallowed, letting the warm pee rush down her throat.
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