The Bimbo Doll (Devilla Roche x October Screams)

[Devilla-Roche]

The headmistress as she was, Ms. Davidson walked down the hall to greet the minions and Clarissa...Ms. Davidson was a buxom woman, pretty, in her mid-thirties....she had dark, raven hair that she wore up in a bun, on the bride of her nose was a pair of dark rimmed glasses, her eyes were azure blue, and she had lips that were large and very pouty looking....Ms. Davidson wore a pinstriped, dark gray suit....it was tailored tight to her body, which accentuated her very curvy body...she was in essence a knock-out, no doubt...the top of the suite and the white blouse underneath ran low and showed off the massive boobs that she had....this created a long line of cleavage, which was very deep and very sexy...the suit bottom was not a pants, on the contrary, they were shorts than ran very high on her thighs, but was clearly not a skirt...she had black stockings with embroidered lace tops, very attractive, the stockings showed off Ms. Davidson's very muscular, yet curvaceous legs...in other words, they were perfect...her body was pushed up high with the black stilettoes that she wore on her feet, her alabaster white skin, made everything look that much more apparent, her black eyeliner, her red lipstick lips, the dark clothes she wore and her dark raven hair...Ms. Davidson also wore a red scarf around her neck and in her hand was a wooden ruler....something that caught Clarissa's eye for sure....

After unlocking the door, the first words out of her mouth were, "Put her over there." She also used the ruler to point with...the minions brought Clarissa over to the wall as requested, and placed her in a standing position....they removed all of the ropes and waited for their instructions to leave...but before that would happen, Ms. Davidson placed the ruler and since Clarissa, was in a slightly hunched position, Ms. Davidson placed the end of the ruler against Clarissa's chest and pushed her up with it and said in a serious, almost mocking tone....

"First thing you must learn my dear is to stand up straight, understand?"

 

[Vampyress]

As if expecting any less of this bizarre place was a conclusive decisive. Clarissa was beginning to the see the purpose of this place more and more clearly, but a single question remained to her.. why was she here of all people? No one had proven to given her a real answer yet and she had been through what felt like hell already. She didn't even have the ability to dress or undress herself here any more. IF she found herself changing it was at the command of another and if she found herself being stripped it happened so fast that she hadn't even had enough time to release until she felt the cold lick of wind creep across her soft white skin. The experience was somewhat horrifying but she has already believing she'd no much worse sooner then she had expected.. She felt very much unimportant here and very much humiliated, not like the life she was used to living, what being a fine french "fake" model and all..

Maybe they knew about her? Maybe they knew she was an imposture and everything she had done wasn't to credit to her falsely assumed good name? The thought of that horrified ever even more then these physical humiliating tortures she had been forced to endure. She instead found her pride more important then her physical body. All she cared about were good names and appraisals that weren't fit to be given to her. She was all about reputation she was and she had no name here to be recognized..

She had sort of zoned out during the journey through the endless seeming house and hadn't come to her senses until the guards had unbound her and left her to be dealt with by another face she hadn't come to know. How many people worked here? How many people had been through what she was going through? It made her deeply curious but also frightened her to consider the possibilities.. Of course she had no time to think about that either, considering she found a ruler practically probing her breasts in the instance of meeting this other new person who was apparently a teacher of a certain bizarre education.. Her eyes swung to her side as she'd try her best not too make much eye contact with this women who looked like she could beat her silly if the slightest idea of the thought crossed her mind.. Plus, she didn't want that ruler striking her anywhere else.

She felt herself nod quickly, mostly doing so to please this stranger rather then actually agree with the statement. What did she know about posture anyway? She didn't slough our bend, she was a damn model! Her lips soured in annoyance for a moment but any show of growing annoyance seemed to diminish seconds after as she'd struggle to stand in the heels she wore and fumble her posture at the knee, her back straight but her legs too weak, wary and nervous to keep her standing that way for much longer.