Chapter 23 "Rat's tail."
Mr Boggis tasted his tea with his tongue. It was luke warm but he drank
it anyway. He was looking over his financial figures. His eyes scanned
the sheet as he had many times that morning. The midday sun poured in
through the window. Occasionally he would write a question mark beside
certain expenses. All in all the school was doing well and with the
contribution from Mr Gabriel their profit figures looked pretty good.
He leaned back in his chair and stretched his hands towards the ceiling.
He stood up and walked out of his office. He was on a mission to find the
head porter. John had mentioned in passing a new business idea. Now with
the extra money, Mr Boggis thought they should talk more about it.
After searching a couple of the rooms he stopped Ivy as she was leaving
the co-ed shower room. "Morning Ivy, do you know where John is?"
Ivy thought for a second, "Not really. He isn't in the showers or the
exercise room. Maybe try 7A where Samantha Basket is.
The headmaster smiled and continued on down the corridor.
Samantha Basket was the second eldest of the Basket family. At 19 years
old she was the most attractive of all the girls. Before she came to the
school she had no interest apart from studying boys. Now she wished she
could study anything else apart from boys. Her body jerked involuntarily
as John reinserted his cock up her ass once again.
"See Priest, she likes it." stated John. A figure stood a few metres
away. The man was in a full length robe with a hood. When Samantha first
saw him she thought it was a character from 'Star Wars.' She had never
seen the hooded man do anything apart from watch. This suited John fine.
Samantha's splinter muscle was already raw and the pumping John was
giving her now only empathized the fact. Samantha had gone through most
of the classes without any problem. Even she had to admit she loved the
orgasms that the hormones gave her. She gritted her teeth as John
redoubled his efforts. A few minutes later he came. His sperm coated the
inside of her rectum. She groaned as John withdrew his cock and replaced
it's previous position with a large butt plug.
John then walked to the front of Samantha and presented her his cum and
shit stained member. She held her breath, closed her eyes and opened her
mouth. John pushed it in and she began cleaning it up.
The hooded man walked forward and stroked Samantha's back. He felt the
sweat in his hand and after wiping it on his cloak he walked back to his
The door rumbled to a knocking and the headmaster walked in.
"Ah John, I've been looking for you. We really must get some sort of
intercom or at least a pager system set up. Can we talk outside?"
John grunted and pulled out of Samantha's mouth. "Priest, look after her
for a while." and John walked out with the headmaster.
Samantha wasn't tied down. At this stage of her training she didn't need
to be. She looked over to the hooded man and realized he had disappeared.
She turned her head to the other side and looked straight into the
cloak material. 'Shit!' she thought. 'He moves like a fucking cat.'
Then for the first time ever Samantha heard the man speak. "Up."
Sam stood up. "Face that way." Sam turned facing away. Her arms were
pulled behind her and tied. Next she felt fingers around her neck as
she was pushed forward. His large breasts bounced slightly as she
bobbed along. They left the room. The hooded man closed the door and
then opened the door on the other side of the hallway. He flicked on
the lightswitch. As Sam entered she heard a small squeak. She looked
into the corners but saw nothing.
She was directed over to a small bench. The top was sitting at an
angle. She was positioned with her butt at the higher end.
"Lean back." said the man. She pushed the back of her thighs into
the wood and lay back. Her breasts fell upwards and rested against her
chin. Her cunt was exposed. Once every two days she was ordered to
have it shaved. The hooded man inspected the slit by sticking a finger
in. He pulled open the vagina lips. Sam sighed as the hormones kick
started her pleasure center.
"Open your legs wider." Sam did what she was told. For the first time
she got to see part of his face. He had a strong a small beard which
linked up to what must be his mustache. The hooded man stood up and
walked over to a cabinet. He returned with a funnel. Sam lay her head
on the board and waited for the intrusion. The man used his fingers
to open her up and slid the funnel into her vagina. Sam's cunt lips
closed around the tube and held it firm.
The man they called Priest spoke again, "If this falls out, I kill you."
Samantha decided it was in her best interests to do what she was told.
Priest then went to a small room that Sam hadn't noticed when she first
walked in. The sound of squeaking got louder.
"Do you think it will work headmaster?" asked John. "I mean, the idea
is sound and I think we've covered all our bases."
"I've looked at the figures a number of times John. The school is
doing exceptionally well and I think to get more students we need to go
an extra step."
John sat back, "Let's do it. We will definitely need more staff and
since we've got enough dirt on the government over there that they will
do anything for us, let's just do it."
"Okay. I'll make some phone calls. We have a place to put it after all."
Mr Boggis reached for his phone. He dialed a number and waited for a
voice to answer. "Oh yes, Mr Boggis here. I wish to speak with Mr Gabriel
please .. yes, I'll hold."
"Ah, Mr Gabriel. Mr Boggis from Hackmoores here ... doing well thanks
and yourself? .... Good. How is the new girl working out? ... oh dear.
Never mind. I'm sure she won't escape now that her ankles have been
broken ..... do you have time to talk? ... Good. I wanted to see if
you wanted to be co-partner in a little enterprise we were setting up."
Interested? ... excellent. It's to do with a combination theme park,
school and tourist attraction."
John closed the door quietly. As he walked along the corridor he felt
like a giggling school boy. 'Our very own castle, at last.'
Samantha next heard the clang of a cage door as it shut. A few moments
later the hooded man appeared, and in his hand was the biggest rat Sam
had ever seen. Her eyes were wide open.
"No, please no .. " he grovelled. The man said nothing. Sam quickly
remembered the message he gave her before. She gritted her teeth, closed
her eyes and lay her head back. The suspense became too much and when
she opened her eyes again the man was just about to drop the rat into
the tube. She took a deep breath and held it. The rat easily climbed
into the hole. The tip of it's tail disappeared from the tube's opening.
Sam heard a small scrabbling from the tube and then yelped as a set
of fangs sank deep into her vagina wall. She could feel the rat's claws
as it scrabbled forward trying to find an exit. The rat quickly got
more and more frustrated. It sank it's teeth into Sam flesh time and
time again. Sam heard a gurgle from her stomach. 'Oh no, not now!'
Suddenly everything happened at once. She tried to hold back the
sneeze but her vagina was having different ideas. The gas erupted
outwards. The rat went berserk and Sam could feel it trying to turn
around. It used it's claws on it's hind legs and pushed. Samantha
screamed. Her body shook as she tried to dislodge the angry rodent.
The hooded man look at her and for the first time she saw his face.
"Relax my dear, let the rat out slowly if you want to have a cunt
left." He mocked her with his stale smile.
Against all Sam's instincts she forced her body to relaxed. The rat
managed to finally turn around and scrabble it's way out of the tube.
The hooded man picked it up like it was a kitten. He stroked the rodent
and even gave it a kiss. The rat had a small amount of blood on it's
whiskers. Sam let her head fall to the board. She heard the man take
the rat back to it's cage.
Mr Boggis was smiling. "Thank you Mr Gabriel. You'll take care of the
money side? ... excellent. After all I believe that is your area of
expertise. Ha ha. Thank you Sir. My best to your wife. Goodbye Sir."
Mr Boggis put the phone down and spun around in his chair. He stood
up and went to the door. Just as he was about to grab it John pulled
it open. "Well?"
Mr Boggis jumped back from being startled but recovered quickly.
"He's in and even better, he's making the arrangements for the move.
All we need to do is clear the site."
John stood to the side as the headmaster walked out the door. Shortly
after they were down the back of the school surveying the land. The
school owned a lot of it. There was a few trees and a slight hill but
Mr Boggis was happy that they could be easily removed.
"Just imagine it John, Neuschwanstein here!" yelled Mr Boggis over the