Chapter 5: Sandra is brought to the director

Sandra was still naked. She was leaking two loads of sperm and could do nothing about it because her hands were bound again behind her back. She felt, how the thick slime trickled down her inner thighs. Strangely enough, she was not ashamed, even when they passed several people in the corridor.

Most of them were dressed like the woman in front of her. Only the colors of their headscarves were different. While her tormentresses one was shiny white, others wore blue, red, green, and black scarves.

Among the people they met in the corridor and those she saw in the open rooms they passed, were also male guards, all wearing grey Bermudas and white T-shirts. They had been selected according to their height and build as all of them looked very similar. Mr. Black everywhere thought Sandra and smiled again.

The third group of people she saw were dressed in something that looked like school uniforms. Their blouses and skirts showed the same range of colors as the scarves of the female guards.

Finally, they reached the door of the director’s office. Sandra got as much from the elaborate make of the decorated door and the fact that they stopped in front of it. The female guard knocked, waited, and entered while the two wardens remained behind. They pushed her into the room and closed the door behind her.

This was not the office but an anteroom. A girl with a white blouse sat behind a desk. She rose and looked questioningly at the two women in the room.

“Anna, please inform Dr. Towns that the new girl is here.”

“Yes, Madam. Just a moment please.”

The hierarchy was abundantly clear. Obviously, the girl was a "pupil" like Sandra. Her respect for the guard was bordering on fear.

She pressed a button on her intercom.

“Sir, the new girl is here.”

With a click a part of the wood panelling opened and the guard turned to Sandra:

“What are you waiting for? Move on. The man who will be your god for the time of your stay with us is waiting for you.”

When Sandra started to move, the older woman touched her hands.

“Please be your usual self! I am so much looking forward to punishing you again!” she whispered in her ear.

Then another touch and Sandra bowed her head to the guard’s mouth again.

“By the way, he only receives presentable girls. Clean and well-dressed. Good luck!”

Anna had moved to the door and held it open for Sandra. When the eyes of the two girls met. Sandra was confronted with complete emptiness. The light blue eyes of the beautiful girl did not show any emotion. She was moving elegantly but more like a robot programmed to be elegant than a girl of flesh and blood.

Sandra asked herself, if Anna was the model, they tried to shape her after during her stay. Judging by her privileged position as the director’s secretary, white was the color reserved for those pupils doing best at The Retreat.

The room was smaller than expected. A heavyset bespectacled man in his sixties was sitting behind a desk and looking at a notebook in front of him. He did not react at all. She was feeling uncomfortably aware of her nakedness, of her exposed and leaking sex. And the smell! Her sensitive nose got a heavy dose of her own sweat and of her and the guards' bodily fluids. She had wondered why they had not allowed her to clean and dress herself. Now she had her answer. The woman wanted her to present herself in the worst possible way.

"As first impressions go, this is quite bad," Sandra thought and the smile that was forming on her lips froze when the director finally looked up, removed his glasses, cleaned them, looked up again ...