Hector gawked in disbelief at that girls lined up in front of him as he was escorted off of the couch, the Driver giving him a malicious wink as he stepped off. He never seen so many girls with big tits in one place before. In fact, he’d only seen about three girls with tits this big before in his entire life, and he’d fancied everyone of them to the point of madness. This was not what he’d been expecting, he’d been expecting a prison camp. Well, technically it was still a prison camp, but these didn’t look like prison camp people. He’d been expecting barely reformed petty criminals cowed into submission by a regime of violence, glowering at him. That’s what they must have been once, he thought, someone would have noticed the government dragging off a load of cute and shapely girls and putting them here. He was hard as a oak tree, and didn’t want Holly to see it. It would be like the time she saw him reading Ecchi Manga, only much worse.
The girl dressed up like a crossover between a World War Two General and a Prostitute approached the group of shocked students. She had a cruel smile on her face, and Hector noticed she carried a riding whip in her right hand. Her blonde hair was bound into a single ponytail that hung down to her waist. The other girls, smiling like maniacs behind her, all had there hair bound into ponytails too, but unlike the Prostitute-General they all had two. It was eerie to look at them, all so similar as to be almost identical. The uniforms were, he hated to admit, bloody cute. The Prostitute-Generals armband bore a stylised red “V” on a black black-ground, and Hector noticed that a similar red “V” was pinned to every girls right breast.
Whatever does that mean? Hector wondered, almost speaking aloud. The Prostitute-General addressed the assembled rioters, her voice imperious and full of scorn.
“Welcome to St. Lycurgus’. I am Group-Leader Victoria of House Cypris. I am here to take you before the Head-Mistress so she can welcome to our institution” her mouth raised up in sneer “I’m also here to tell you on behalf of the Student Council that while our teachers here are merciful and kind to those who are disobedient, we students do not tolerate bad behavior. Remember that, before you try to escape or speak back to a superior when not spoken too, because while the Masters and Mistresses will nod and smile, we will hate for every insult you heap above our beloved School and to the Noble Houses.”
Hector, who’d been planning at acting up some time soon after he got off the couch, stared in disbelief at Victoria. This was all wrong. These students were supposed to be rehabilitated, yes, but they weren’t supposed to be control freaks dedicated to enforcing school rules. This school was supposed to be full of, according to the Media, semi-feral youths, habitual offenders, looters and anti-Social offenders. And what was that she said about Masters and Mistresses-
“Here love!” shouted out one of the London students, who’d never understood what the March was about in the first place “Gives us a feel!”
Victoria looked at him with contempt, and whacked him across the face with the riding whip. “These are for good boys!” she spat. As he jerked back in shock, Hector saw’s Holly’s eyes widen. Victoria noticed as well.
“That right dear” Victoria smiled “We Group-Leaders have the authority to administer Corporal Punishment! Not that we need to do it often after the Masters and Mistresses deal with you. Don’t think about telling anyone about it though, we wouldn’t have let the government dump a load of posh student radicals on us if we didn’t know we’d be able to keep you quiet, indefinitely. Trust me, Holly Barkwood, your campaigning days are over. Now-” she turned to the rest of the group “shut up and follow me into the main hall.”
Hector took the opportunity to fall in beside Holly. She grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly, looking long and hard at him. He’d never seen her this frightened, the confrontation with Victoria had clearly shaken whatever confidence she had left after arriving in this place. She leaned in close when Victoria wasn’t look and whispered “We have to stick together.”
Hector nodded, it was the only way to stay sane. This place was obviously crazy and if they were to come out of it without going nuts they needed to stay together. Holly knew the London student leaders only through Facebook and the others not at all, Hector was the only real friend Holly had here.
Masters and Mistresses? What had Victoria meant by that? He leaned over to Holly and began to ask in hushed tones “What-?”