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Chapter 5. In which Sarah meets her classmates
A pretty flame-haired head popped around the doorway to the showers as Sarah watched the last of the girls disappear into the annexed room.
"Hey Porter, come on. Only ten minutes of hot water and believe me you don't want to shower in the cold," urged the helpful teen.
Sarah noted her accent as Irish. Sarah had always admired the way the Irish spoke, such a beautiful, almost musical, way of speaking. She hurried towards the doorway, her first port of call would have to be the toilets, not the showers, ten minutes of hot water or not.
She hurried after the other girls, went through the doorway and stopped in her tracks on the threshold. The room was just one big open space. The whole room was tiled in white, with a little band of blue tiles halfway up the wall. The entire right side of the room was delineated by a little raised step to keep the water from the showers spilling out into the other half of the room. The showers themselves were just nozzles pointing down from the wall, there were no cubicles.
Sarah was more shocked to see that there were no cubicles for the toilets either. There were four toilets directly across from her, she realised they could be seen through the open doorway from the lounge. The wall to the left was covered in one huge long mirror, under which was a row of small hand basins.
The dazzled teen noticed all this in an instant, but what drew her attention was the gaggle of girls undressing beside her. Many of the girls were already in their underwear. Sarah watched as they continued to undress, placing each item in white cloth drawstring bags that were hanging from hooks on the wall. Each girl seeming to have her own bag on their own hook.
Sarah stood dumbfounded. She watched the pretty girls all wearing the same uniform but all in different states of undress. All the girls wore the same half-cup bra as she did, but it seemed every pair of breasts was different: big and small, big nipples, small nipples, dark nipples or light, taut and firm or soft and malleable. They were all contained and supported beautifully, until the bra came off and gravity took hold, allowing the true differences in each bosom to be seen.
Sarah had never seen so many pretty girls in one place and she was extremely self-conscious, knowing she would not measure up. Sarah never really denied to herself that she was cute, but she had that ‘girl next door’ prettiness. She definitely wasn’t beautiful like these other girls.
"C'mon Porter we don't have much time," urged the pretty red-headed Irish girl.
Sarah's eyes flicked to the ever-present clock on the wall. It was just coming up to one minute past eight. Already some girls had completely stripped and were making their way into the shower area.
Sarah made a move towards the toilets. Exposed or not she needed to go and she needed to go now. She didn't even make one step before her arm was grabbed and she was pulled to the side.
"Login first, and hurry," urged the Irish girl, who by now had her blouse off and in a bag.
Sarah stared at the girl as she unclipped her skirt and placed it in her bag. She didn't take her eyes off her as she leant down towards the scanner. The girl was exquisite. Her skin was pure white, her tiny nipples such a delicate shade of pink. With her long deep-red hair and shining green eyes she looked more like a painting than flesh and blood.
The scanner did not beep so Sarah had to reach up to the dangling piece of metal at her ear and twist it around in front of the scanner until it registered. She could just feel the raised side that contained the barcode. Beep, the scanner sounded, producing the familiar crimson flush through the shy teen's cheeks.
"You can pee in the shower. Trust me it is heaps easier that way. I have to go, I don't want to miss all the hot water." With that the, now naked, helpful teen hurried off to the showers, where Sarah could already see all the other girls.
Sarah had peed in the shower once or twice, but she felt it was a little wrong. To do it in front of these other girls however... but maybe they wouldn't notice. They all seemed pretty busy already. She decided to take a chance and go for it. Haha, she laughed to herself, what a rebel.
She found the bag on the wall that was empty. It was numbered four, which she guessed was the number of her bed as well. There were three rows of six hooks on the wall and hers was the only empty bag, so there were a total of 18 girls in her dorm.
That didn't seem like many, after all she had read on the internet that there were over 200 girls at Harkwood. She remembered back to researching the school when her stepfather had told her of the idea. It had a great website, really professional with heaps of pictures of the girls having fun and learning, running cross country races against other schools, performing concerts and doing charity work. It seemed like a great school and Sarah had pretty much decided on the spot that Harkwood would be a great opportunity.
Sarah thought no more of the numbers as she started to get undressed. She hurriedly removed her uniform, putting each piece of clothing in her bag, except for her bra and tie which she hung from the hook. It seemed that is what all the other girls had done so she felt it best to follow them.
Her shoes were placed on the floor beneath the bags, directly over a number four stencilled on the tiles in bold black type.
Once again Sarah was naked at Harkwood. It seemed like her time here was just a seesaw between nude and clothed, a truly crazy few hours she thought as she scampered over to the showers.
There were only ten showerheads projecting water, five on each side of the small room so some girls were having to share. It seemed they had a pretty good system. The showers were all turned on full so even if you weren't directly under one the lovely warm spray was likely to fall on you somehow.
She hesitatingly stepped over the small lip and moved towards the girl that had been so helpful. She seemed to have a showerhead to herself and Sarah was sure she wouldn't mind her sharing it, or her peeing there as she was the one who had suggested it.
"Murphy," the alabaster girl said cheerily, offering her hand. Sarah shook the outstretched hand, grateful for the first signs of friendship she had so been hoping for here.
"Here, stand under and get wet, wash your hair first. The water doesn't last long and the shampoo here is fantastic. Make sure you wash it each shower, it's amazing," beamed Murphy.
"Thanks I'm Sarah Porter."
"Just Porter is best. All the teachers and staff and prefects all call us by our last names. We all decided it was best if we stuck to those just for a while, it has made it heaps easier. Especially seeing we have two Kates and two Annes," smiled the amiable Irish lass.
Sarah reached out and took the shampoo bottle from a little alcove in the wall under the showerhead. She took a quick glance at the bottle, it was a 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner. She had tried a few of the combinations before and was sceptical, they never seemed to be as good as the separate products. It was a brand she had never heard of, probably something European, she thought as she squirted a generous measure into her hand.
Sarah could not wait any longer. As she shampooed her hair she gratefully let a long stream of dark yellow urine run down her legs. It was like a huge weight had been taken off her belly. It was the most wonderful feeling, the relief was so intense it was almost pleasurable.
The embarrassed teen looked around the room at the other girls, hoping no one had noticed. She looked at Murphy next to her, she was sure she knew but she didn’t seem to care.
"Here, use these gloves, they are great for exfoliating." Sarah took the gloves offered to her and put them on each hand. They were made of a rough, synthetic material and were a pretty deep blue, in keeping with the Harkwood colours.
Sarah continued to wash herself under the beautifully hot water. The temptation to watch the other girls shower was too much, the scene was almost hypnotic. As Sarah lathered the soap between the rough wash gloves she watched the seventeen other teenagers. Everyone was wearing the same blue gloves she had on and all were busy soaping and lathering their beautiful young bodies. It was a strange sight; seventeen naked bodies with little blue hands constantly darting across the shiny flesh. It was like some erotic modern dance recital.
There seemed to be almost every skin tone in the spectrum from the alabaster whiteness of her Irish friend to the deeply tanned skin of one particular tall raven-haired girl. There was even one girl who looked like she was still wearing panties, her tanline was that pronounced. It did seem odd to Sarah that there were no really dark-skinned girls though. That was a really big difference to her school back in the States.
Everyone was slim or athletic in physique. Sarah felt like she was showering with the cheerleaders back home or maybe with a bunch of young models. She imagined that they would have looked like this. She had always avoided gym and the showers, being so studious and the best student in the school had helped her with this. She didn't really pay too much attention to washing herself, just the warm water falling on her body felt good enough to her.
Sarah noticed that she was the smallest girl here. She was not even 5 feet tall, but she was still growing. Well she hoped she was. She hadn't really grown any taller in the last six months. She had not really worried about it until now, but being in a room with seventeen other girls her age really made her feel her size. Of course she was filling out in other ways, her breasts had sure been growing, it was what made her B size breasts seem more like a C.
As she watched the other girls shower, absentmindedly lathering her own body she heard one of the girls nearest the doorway call out "One minute." All the girls burst into a frenzy of activity. There was a good-natured jockeying for position directly under the showerheads to rinse off all the lathered soap. Sarah heard the girls laughing and squealing as they played around under the last of the water. She smiled to herself, the last few humiliating hours were almost beginning to wash away. She was amongst her girls now, laughing and having fun. School was going to be great.
"You have a really cute smile," Murphy complimented, breaking into Sarah's daydreaming. "I just love your dimples."
Sarah blushed, thankful that it would be hidden under the heat of the showers. She was not very good at taking compliments. She had never really had a chance to get used to it.
"You have the most amazing skin Murphy. Its so white, it looks like porcelain," Sarah complimented in kind. She felt strange calling, what she hoped was a new friend, by her last name. It felt terribly impersonal.
"Thanks, you don't get a lot of chance to go sunbaking in Ireland you know," Murphy joked as she turned off the taps. The two girls took off their gloves and placed them in the alcove with the shampoo and soap.
All the girls moved out of the shower area together, there was no reason so stay once the water had gone cold. The sight of seventeen nubile, naked young girls moving through the steam looked to Sarah like something from a movie. All the girls took a towel from a bench outside the showers.
"Ah," groaned Murphy. "These towels are terrible. It's weird how great everything else is, great shampoo, lovely soap, cute uniforms and beautiful sheets but these damn towels are like sandpaper."
Sarah picked up her towel from the pile and started to dry herself off. It was a white towel with the word Trinity embroidered in blue in one corner. She knew immediately what the other girl meant. The white towel was scratchy and rough and felt horrible against her skin. Even once it was wet it did not soften. As the other girls finished drying themselves they wrapped the towels around their hair, piling them on top of their heads like some strange white turban. The girls with short hair simply threw their towels back on the bench.
It was a strange sight to see each girl bend down in front of the scanner inside the doorway, wait for the beep and head out. Sarah wondered why they hadn’t put the scanners higher on the walls. She was the shortest girl here and even she had to bend her knees slightly to get her tag in front of the scanner. Surely there couldn’t have been shorter girls than her in past years. Sarah looked at Murphy inquiringly.
"Ah we are usually better prepared but when Mistress came in we didn't have a chance to get our toiletry bag from the dorm. Come on, you are in the bed next to me, I'll show you where your stuff is."
Sarah tied her towel on her head and joined the parade of naked girls, leaning down to the scanner and registering her exit from the room. She was not comfortable being naked, not even among all these girls her own age, but it was better than in a strange room with a grown woman. Somehow in those situations she felt she was being judged. The way her breasts swayed and bounced as she walked was still off-putting, but at least here the blouse was not rubbing against her nipples and making them hard. Maybe there was at least one tiny upside to being nude.
As Sarah and Murphy were entering the dorm, they were being passed by the line of girls going the other way, each one carrying a small mesh bag. Sarah waited as two outgoing girls used the scanner before she could proceed into the room. She had no idea why all this was necessary. Scanning the movement from each room had no point that she could see. It just seemed odd to need to know in which exact room they were in, especially inside the dorm.
Once she heard the beep, registering her presence in the room, she got her first look into the dorm proper. It was not a large room, it wasn't as large as the lounge through which she had just passed. There were nine beds ranged down each side of the room and a small doorless cupboard next to each. On the wall at the far end, directly opposite the doorway was a large floor-length mirror almost four feet wide. Sarah quickly looked away at the rest of the room, not wanting to look at the reflection of her naked body standing in the doorway.
The beds were simple: metal framed, thin metal legs with a slim mattress, but they were made immaculately. There was no footboard or headboard but a pillow rested near the wall. The white sheets on each bed were crisply aligned, a small blue band showing where to turn the sheet back, and she was sure that you could bounce a quarter off them, as the saying went.
The cupboard next to her bed looked more like a bookcase, recessed into the wall. From the top of the cupboard hung her skirts and blouses. They had all been removed from their plastic wrappings - six blouses and 2 skirts. Underneath this space there were four shelves. On the top shelf were two large boxes, still sealed and a book, which she could see was the school rules. Second shelf down were her folded socks and panties and bras. The third shelf was bare and the bottom shelf contained her gym shoes and a place reserved for the shoes she had left in the showers, another empty shoe sized spot and a small box of shoe cleaning materials. This now seemed to be the entirety of her possessions at Harkwood.
It didn't amount to much. But what will I really need thought Sarah, everything will be provided for. Still she couldn't help but feel a little strange and a little sad that this small cupboard was everything she was allowed and none of it felt like it was truly hers.
Sarah reached up to a small hook that hung at the top of the cupboard near her skirts and removed the mesh bag the other girls carried. She turned around to look for Murphy but realised she was alone in the dorm. She hurried to catch up to the other girls. She was really relying on them, needing to follow their lead. They had all been here some time, had most likely read the rules and knew what to do and what was to happen.
She leant down to the scanner before leaving. She waited exasperatedly for the beep and when it didn’t sound, reached up and grabbed the tag and held it before the scanner angrily. This really was annoying, but all the other girls seemed to have no trouble so she would just have to persevere. She was dying to ask them how they felt about being tagged like an animal. Through all the humiliating situations she had been in since her arrival, the degrading tag was by far the worst.
All the girls were now lined up at the basins along the far wall. There were only six basins so many girls were just waiting for their turn to brush their teeth, chatting amiably. Sarah took this opportunity to look at the contents of her bag. It held a small toothbrush, the handle was much smaller than she was used to, it seemed only about three inches long. A small tube of toothpaste, a small brush and three tampons with an applicator in a smaller plastic bag. Sarah noticed the absence of any makeup or even deodorant.
When she asked Murphy she was told that the soap they used to shower with was some special formula that killed all the bacteria that actually cause body odour so there was no need for deodorant.
"I know it sounds a bit strange but it's true."
"What's in the two big boxes," inquired Sarah. "I noticed everyone's are still sealed."
"Well that's just it isn't it. They’re sealed," teased Murphy. "I guess we'll find out tomorrow, but I reckon it's all our text books and stuff, you know pens and all that other stuff we will need for classes."
Sarah found it hard to take her eyes off the Irish teen. She was captivating. But she felt it would be rude to keep staring so Sarah took this opportunity to look at the other girls. Just quick glances here and there, nothing creepy.
Not only was the inquisitive girl fascinated by the different sizes and shapes of the other girl's breasts but their pubic regions were also a source of immense interest. Some girls had thick thatches of pubic hair in large triangles that seemed to fill the space between their legs - these must look terrible in their small white panties thought Sarah. Others had just downy patches like herself, some girls had shaved or waxed their pubic hair into just a thin strip and some were totally bare.
One of these smooth girls stood out from the rest by her behaviour. She was extremely sexy, overtly so. The way she moved was more like sashaying than walking, her hips moved so enticingly and her full pouting lips seemed so inviting. Sarah had trouble keeping her eyes moving once they had found her. She wasn't a lesbian, even now she wasn't turned on looking at her it was just that she had never seen a girl move and act like this.
"Yeah that's Casta," offered Murphy, noticing Sarah's preoccupation. "She's French and she's a tart. She's been telling stories for days now about all the things she has done and she diddles herself every night under the sheets."
Sarah looked shocked at this information. Not that she demonised anyone for masturbating but in a room full of other girls and every night! Sarah locked her door and made sure everyone else was asleep or out of the house when she pleasured herself. She honestly didn’t quite get the big deal with it, but she certainly didn’t want anyone else knowing about it.
"And she has some weird ideas. You know all this stuff we have to do, you know with the prefects and the staff and standing at attention and these damn things," complained Murphy as she flicked the metal tag hanging from her own left ear. "Well Casta reckons it's because this isn't really a normal school at all, it's a sex school and we are being made into sex slaves to be sold to rich Arabs for their harems." At this Murphy burst out laughing, her wonderful, musical laugh was infectious. Sarah started to giggle too.
"But really," Murphy continued, "we have been brainstorming it for a few days between us girls and we reckon that it's some kind of initiation thing. You know when we get to be seniors we'll do the same things. You must know all about this stuff, they do it all the time in the States right."
"Yeah, at college they do it a lot," Sarah agreed. Just hearing that someone had the same theory that she had contemplated made her extremely happy.
"Our turn," exclaimed Murphy, stepping up to a basin, while Sarah took the one next to her.
Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, took the towel off her head, giving her hair a final dry. She was about to wrap it about her body when Murphy snatched it and threw it with hers on the pile of used towels.
"Not allowed, it's not part of the official uniform so you can't use it to approximate clothes. Weird, but that's the English for ya," laughed the flaming-haired teen.
Sarah started to brush her hair, watching herself in the mirror. She watched as her breasts swayed and moved with each brushing movement. It seemed that everything she did highlighted her nudity. Being surrounded by other naked girls helped a little, as she felt she could blend in and kind of get missed in this crowd of beautiful girls, but it couldn’t make those self-conscious feelings go away.
As she flicked her hair around with the brush she became fascinated by the small metal tag that dangled from her left ear. It was about an inch long and sparkled in the bright lights that illuminated the room, reflecting off the tiles and mirrors allowing almost no shadows to be cast. It was attached to her ear by a small silver ring. It looked strange, only having one earring, it seemed almost pirate-like thought Sarah. She would have laughed to herself over that if the burden of the humiliation had not been so great.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Murphy, trying to cheer her up. “We all have one, think of it as a mark of our sisterhood. I know you must be more used to that kind of stuff, you know with thinking about college and your sororities. We don’t have that stuff over here, so it’s really all new for most of us.”
Sarah looked at her friend in the mirror, noting the shiny silver tag dangling from the redhead’s left ear, jumping on the small ring as she brushed her own luxuriant hair. She glanced at the other basins at the other young girls, brushing their hair or teeth. She could see the glint coming from each girls left ear. But no matter how hard Sarah tried she couldn’t reconcile this degrading jewellery to herself.
“Well why don’t all the girls from the other houses wear them,” pined Sarah. “I saw a few other girls and none of them had them.”
“Yeah we have tried to figure that one out. We all got an ID too right. Well it looks like the other girls get to carry bags around with them, you know for books and stuff and they have purses in their bags too. We still haven’t figured out why we don’t have bags though,” admitted Murphy between bouts of brushing her teeth. “I mean there are some weird things that just Trinity house has but then we get some great perks too. Our lounge is way bigger than the other houses’, I saw my handler’s on my tour, and we even have our own gym.”
Sarah pondered this as she brushed her own teeth with the tiny toothbrush. Both this and the hairbrush had little handles, like they were for a child or a doll or something. It definitely made brushing her teeth a little more awkward. Just then Sarah’s stomach grumbled. Brushing her teeth had made her remember how hungry she was, not having eaten for eight hours already. She hadn’t gone to bed without dinner since she was about six.
“Hey Murphy, do you think the other girls seem to resent us because we are much smarter than them,” asked Sarah, continuing their conversation as they finished getting ready for bed.
“Well I think that theory is shot out of the water by the presence of Mitchell, she is dumb as a bag of hammers,” Murphy nodded her head towards a large-breasted girl at a basin further along the wall. “Nah it seems that they resent us because we are all here because of our rich families.”
Murphy had moved over to the clothes bags by the entrance, she took down her bra and tie and picked up her shoes before heading out of the room. Sarah followed her lead, depositing her clothes back in her cupboard, watching Murphy like a hawk to see where everything went. Sarah didn’t know what she would have done without the help of the pretty Irish teen.
It was only as she watched the other girls sit on their beds, or climb under the sheets, that she realised all of them were doing this still naked. It had only just now dawned on her that she had not been issued any pyjamas. Sarah pulled back her top sheet and scooted under the covers.
“Murphy, you think it’s strange we don’t have any pyjamas?”
“Yeah, but I only slept in panties before anyway and really who cares,” replied Murphy. “I guess I could still wear panties but none of the other girls have bothered so why should I, besides we have a pair for each day, don’t wanna use em to wear to bed. And Porter, call me Murph.”
“Thanks Murph. I hope that you will be my friend, you seem really neat,” commented Sarah hesitantly. She hadn’t much experience with friends: making them or keeping them.
“Ah it’ll be grand Port,” beamed the Irish teen, propping her head up on one elbow to look at Sarah.
Sarah smiled as she propped her pillow up against the wall and sat up in bed, hugging the sheet across her chest. She had never had a nickname before and this small gesture of friendship almost overwhelmed her.
Most of the other girls were in bed as well, talking softly to the girls in the beds next to them. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed something on the wall beside her. She turned her head to look and noticed that a large metal ring about two inches in diameter hung from the wall. She looked around the room and noticed there were two of these above each bed. Sarah looked to her right and sure enough there was a second ring on the wall above her bed.
“Yeah, they are on the floor to, and in the lounge and in the gym as well. We have been trying to figure out what this place was before it was a school. Casta reckons it was an asylum but that chick is full of bollocks. Most of us just think it was an old manor house, the big gym court was probably for indoor tennis, they used to play that you know.”
Sarah looked hopefully at her new friend, but she wasn’t so sure.
CLANG. All heads turned to the doorway where a white metal gate had shut across the opening. It looked exactly like a prison gate: thick metal bars running from ceiling to floor, all within a rectangular frame. Sarah looked around the room in a panic but all the other girls were just settling down in bed. All lights in the room and the lounge outside went out simultaneously, plunging the room into darkness.
“Where the hell did that door come from,” whispered the terrified Sarah, the sudden eerie darkness making her feel frightened of making too much noise.
“It’s recessed in the wall, closes every night at nine sharp, lights out. It opens again at six, no need for an alarm clock.”
“But, but what if there’s a fire or something. Surely that’s against the law.”
“We aren’t supposed to talk after lights out. So night Port, see you in the morning.”
Murphy leaned out of her bed and extended an arm to Sarah. Sarah looked over, she could see the shape of Murphy’s bared breast in the gloom, her pale skin seemed to be glowing in the dim light. Sarah reached out and took Murphy’s extended hand and they squeezed together in mutual comfort, all too briefly.
Sarah lay back and looked at the huge glass skylights. Almost the entire ceiling was glass and as time went on the gloom receded enough for her to make out an occasional cloud and once or twice a fleeting glimpse of a star.
Sarah heard a strange muffled sound, coming from the other side of the room. She raised herself on her elbows and peered into the shadows. All the other girls lay flat in bed, but in the bed three down, the sheet was raised in a big tented shape. This was where the noise was coming from. It took Sarah only moments to realise it was Casta’s bed and she had drawn her legs up and was pleasuring herself.
Sarah didn’t think she could sleep, her mind was already whirling around with hundreds of thoughts intruding on one another, not allowing her the chance to fully focus on just one. But she was exhausted from the long flight and the degrading afternoon and evening at Harkwood. She slowly drifted off, the last moments before she slept filled with the soft moans of pleasure from the masturbating French girl.