A brilliant red hue stained her cheeks at his words as she began to nervously unbutton her shirt. There weren't enough buttons on the white collared uniform. Soon enough the thin fabric fell away, she folded this too placing it ontop of her vest.

Thankfully by this point, Mr. Gabriel had moved onto the next girl. Alynia could not help but feel a pang of sympathy as one by one the girls were forced to strip down.

But Alynia was in the same situation as the rest. Under the watchful eye of a sharply dressed gaurd of some sort, she removed her shoes and socks before hesitantly unclasping her bra.

Gone was the modest set of lacy lingerie and she was naked, clutching herself for warmth and embarrassment. Her arms covered her pert inviting breasts as a tall guard fitted her with a collar...

How degrading.

Gabriel had made his way back to Alynia, and from the expression on her face it was simple to see how humiliated she was.

The rest of the girls were naked too, even the most rebellious ones had complied. Feeling much more vulnerable now being completely exposed, not one dared to speak out of turn.

Alynia's eyes were trained steadily on the ground beneath her, far too timid to look anywhere else. She only nodded slightly as Gabriel repeated what was expected of the small group of students. The room was fearfully silent, not one understanding perhaps they should have responded with "Yes, Master." Or something of the sort.

Alynia herself was too wrapped up in her thoughts. She had never been naked in front of any man, and now there were so many of them before her. How had it come to this? Alynia felt as if she was close to tears, though many of the girls were already crying.

"Very good." Gabriel spoke simply. Things had proceeded as they always did, with the token despair in the form of sobbing women. Such things irritated the headmaster but it was only to be expected. They would be educated on how to act and trained in the proper responses. That would come in time. Looking around, the man took in the sight of the naked women, every single one of them collared now, and nodded.

"Before we conclude orientation, there are several more things to go over with. There will be a change in how things are done here this year. You will all be assigned to a room of your own, your luggage will be kept in storage until you've graduated, and if any attire is necessary, they will be provided in your size. My assistant instructors here are but an extension of my authority and they are to be obeyed at all times and in all things. To defy one of them is to defy me." He allowed them a moment for that to sink in properly, before continuing. "I think it plain enough that punishment will be both prompt and harsh. There is no equality here, slaves. I haven't the least qualms about letting these men have their way with you if you dare to step outside the boundaries of your role."

Gabriel then stepped away and back onto the platform, accepting a bottle of water one of the men had given him. After a quick drink from the bottle, he returned his attention to the crowd. "Furthermore, none of you will be keeping your names. We have surveillance all around with no privacy allowed. If you are caught expressing any form of individuality, you will be punished in a manner far worse. Now, off you go."

With that, the guards began escorting Alynia and the rest out of the room and back into the main hall, where there would be an assembly of men waiting, among them the concierge Mason Shaw, making it obvious that the others were serving in similar roles. With only five of them, it seemed that they would be assigned to a particular man for the duration of their stay. The guard closest to Alynia soon directed two other women along with Alynia herself toward Mason, telling the three that he would take them to their rooms and explain what would happen next.

Alynia was biting nervously on her bottom lip. She winced slightly at the bitter words that streamed through her ears. How her luggage would not be returned to her, how there would be no privacy, how he even called them slaves.

Blushing a cherry red, she was trying to appear as modest as possible without much success. Her arms prevented her breasts from being completely exposed, but squeezing her legs together did not do much to cover her shapely behind or other areas of her she would rather have been unseen.

It was rather cold in the large auditorium. Alynia was shivering and she could feel her hardened nipples against her arms. Never, never in her life had she felt so immensely vulnerable.

What a sight this beauty was. Photographs of the young model as barren as she was could probably make a fortune over the Internet.

A tiny but audible whimper left her lips at Gabriel's threat. It was more than obvious that he was not afraid to use force to enforce the ridiculous rules of this institution.

It seemed like an eternity before Gabriel was merciful enough to dismiss them. She was escorted rather roughly out of orientation, along with two other girls, into the sparkling splendor of the main hallway. It seemed to Alynia that her nudity seemed drastically out of place.

Alynia's fearful, tearful eyes met with Mason's. He didnt seem all too surprised as a guard pushed her along with her two companions toward him. All three girls that approached him had their arms crossed abashedly across their chests.

One of the girls, tall and lanky with short blonde hair, was already sobbing. The smaller one with a mass of curly brown hair was clearly trying to be tough. Alynia's emotions were between the two, but at the same time she was trying very hard not to cry.

"Y-you knew this was going to happen?" Alynia accused quietly unable to meet his gaze. Honestly she was feeling quite bitter, but it was difficult for her to look directly at Mason in a state like this.

Mason had been expecting something like this from the girl, knowing that new students often didn't know what exactly they were walking into. Most of them didn't really have a choice, or had been given a vague one and chose this place as the lesser evil without being aware of what it really entailed. Only a few, those who had been offered a place at other men's sides in exchange for being trained into a submissive toy for them, had willingly gone through it because the alternatives were worse, or at least they were for these certain women.

But Alynia? And the other two with her assigned to him? They were of the former, entirely unaware what they had gotten into. Though it was his fourth year now, he still hadn't gotten used to the feeling of guilt yet. He could only give her an apologetic look but dropped it as soon as he realized she wouldn't look at him now. Composing himself, the black man clapped his hands and gestured for his charges to approach him closer, maintaining an eye level above their throats as best as he could.

As soon as he found his voice calm and steady, the concierge spoke. "Now that orientation is finished, it's time to get to your rooms where," He cleared his throat as he recalled the phrase he had heard Gabriel use when instructing the concierges beforehand. "You will be spending the rest of your day in solitude in order to reflect on your purpose here at the Academy. As Gabriel already mentioned, some rules have been changed due to issues raised by the previous generation, all your luggage has been confiscated and stored away for safekeeping. Each room is limited to a single occupant and you are expected to maintain cleanliness at all times, refraining from making a mess. Obedience is absolutely required, so you are expected to listen to the staff, to your instructors, and to the headmaster at all times. Any infractions of the rules will be punished."

Mason did not bother to smile, as it was meaningless at this point. Instead, he gestured for them to follow him, where he would show them to their rooms. The blonde girl had been the first to be allowed into her room, the door locking behind her as the keycard scanner flashed red, signifying that it was now sealed. The brunette was ushered into her room next, the same happening with her door. There could be heard sounds of sobbing and it only bothered Mason further. The third and final room, he opened for Alynia to enter. It wasn't luxurious as the rest of the building, but rather spartan. There was merely a bed on one side, with a table and a chair in one corner, with a plasma screen on the wall next to them, though why there was one was unclear. The room was adjacent to a smaller one, with a showering stall and a bathroom, surprisingly enough with a door separating the two rooms but without a lock.

Tucked in one of the upper corners was a surveillance camera, trained at the center of the room in order to see everything, a red light beaming to show that it was active.

As Alynia approached him she caught a glimpse of Mason's apologetic expression, could it be guilt? She also noted his determination to keep his gaze from wandering. Even though she felt a bit betrayed that he hadnt warned her of the obvious dangers ahead, Alynia was glad that she had been assigned to Mason instead of someone else. Personally, she didnt like the way some of the other concierges were smirking. With circumstances like this, it was difficult to stay mad at Mason for too long.

Soon enough the five men and each of their three girls each went seperate ways. It made sense, such a gigantic school with so few students... Alynia expected at least they would have rather spacious rooms.

The girls silently trailed behind Mason. Alynia was barely listening to his obviously scripted words, instead her eyes wandered, taking in the sights of priceless paintings, ornate sculptures, exotic plants that dotted along the hallways.

The blonde girl was the first of ther troupe to be admitted into her room, Alynia didn't like the way the door clicked lock behind her. She could only assume it couldn't be opened from the inside. The brunette was directed into her prison next. As soon as the door closed, the volume of her sobbing became much more audible. An akwardness hung in the air. Alynia regretted missing the opportunity to ask for their names...

The memory of Gabriel mentioning that each student "had no name" went through her mind, and Alynia couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Breifly, Mason and Alynia were alone. She felt extremely exposed and was thankful that he seemed to understand her insecurity. A quiet sigh left her lips as she continued walking a short distance behind her concierge.

Finally they had arrived at her room. Peering in tentatively, Alynia was rather disappointed to see that her living quarters were not as lavish as the rest of the academy. The only hint of luxury would be the rather large plasma screen television mounted on the wall across from the bed. She gave it a confused glance curious as to why it was there.

Alynia walked into what felt like her jail cell and went immediately for the bed, using the sheets to cover her nude form from cameras, from any eyes that were watching her. The blankets were soft and expensive feeling. At least she could hopefully sleep in comfort.

But before Mason could leave her, he heard her voice. "Wait!" Alynia called out shyly. "C-could you stay for a bit?" She wondered, fully believing that he had some explaining to do. At the same time, she was doubtful such interactions were allowed. She frowned at the blinking camera mounted in the corner of the ceiling.

"There are only so many definitions of 'obedient' in the Merriam-Webster dictionary for me to contemplate." She muttered.

"Could you just tell me what's going to happen to me tomorrow?" Alynia asked fearfully, wanting to prepare herself for the worst.

Mason had merely been looking back at the door, wondering whenever he should go or try to explain why he had lied to her when she called out for him to wait. Bringing his attention back onto Alynia, the man didn't nod or answer, as that would have been treating her as a person, something he wasn't to do under surveillance.

Instead, he stayed where he was and remained there, waiting for the young lady to go on. When she had asked him as to what was to happen tomorrow, Mason shook his head. "I'm afraid it's not the time for that. As Gabriel said, this is time for quiet contemplation and understand what you are here for." It was clearly another line of bullshit from the headmaster, likely in his own words as well. But the look Mason gave her was different, almost... as if he was unconvinced.

It was then that he suddenly sneezed into his hands, realistic from the camera's point of view but from where Alynia was, it was obviously staged. "Ah, I better wash up before I go." As he went toward the second room, he gestured for her to follow him in.

Within the smaller room, it was just as spartan as the other room, only with tiled floors instead of carpeting. Thankfully, there were no such surveillance inside, as even Gabriel was not such a pervert as to want to record private going-ons. There had to be some decorum, after all; or so the gentleman thought. It was perfect for privacy, however. Mason sat down on the seat, rubbing the back of his head as he kept his attention down on the floor, even though Alynia had covered herself up with the blanket.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you right off the bat, or there would have been trouble. I'm... I'm really sorry. I know you didn't ask for any of this but..." It was all he had to say at the moment, all he could really say at this point. Whenever she could find itself to forgive him or not, he didn't blame her either way.

Alynia tilted her head with a look of disbelief as Mason "sneezed". Maybe it was realistic enough for the camera, but it seemed a bit theatrical from her point of veiw. She fought hard to stifle a laugh.

Her eyes followed him as he announced that he needed to clean up. She could not help but roll her eyes as he beckoned for her to follow. Alynia understood out it was a bit strange that he would need her help to wash up, but she didnt point it out. She shrugged, standing up wrapping covers tightly around her body. The blanket was far too long to be conventional and the edge of it trailed on the floor behind her like a robe.

She made her way carefully to the adjoining room where Mason stood at the door way, just out of the camera's sight line. After the door was closed, he sat down on the toilet seat, so Alynia hoisted herself onto the edge of the sink making she that everything covering her would stay in place.

"You're a terrible actor." She muttered without a smile. Alynia gave Mason a long hard look. His features would suggest he was some sort of tough guy. He was much taller and bulkier than an average male in addition to sharp features. But Alynia could tell from a closer glance that he seemed sincerely guilty.

Holding tightly to her blanket, She listened quietly to his words adverting her gaze to the pristine tiled floor. It seemed he was having a hard time finding words.

"It's alright." She interrupted. "It's not your fault. I'm sure the pay is fantastic." There was a pause. "Is there a way to get out of here?" Alynia asked. The first day wasnt even over and she knew for a fact she hated it here. "Can I contact my father or something? There is no way he'd be alright with this."

"What's going to happen to me tomorrow?" Alynia asked again with a resolute expression. "I just want to be prepared."

Mason shook his head, not out of disagreement but because he knew it would be hopeless. "The Academy is well-guarded and monitored at all times. The village was bought out by Gabriel too and won't do anything to interfere, not as long as the money keep pouring in. This place is pretty much like his private kingdom." The black man sighed as he looked up at Alynia, doubt plain on his face. "There's no way to get a call out either, everything goes through security. Gabriel is the only one who can connect with the outside world."

"But..." Of course, there was a but somewhere. It wouldn't have been a proper story without one, after all. "It's a new system, so it's not perfect yet. It was easier for some girls to get out of here last year... That's why there's new rules in place, the old man's tightening his control over the Academy." Mason shrugged. "Still, there are cracks to slip through. I'll... I'll see what I can find out. The pay is fantastic but... this isn't right."

Mason sighed as he stood up, giving Alynia a measured stare as he wondered whenever to tell her what the lesson plan tomorrow would be. But it didn't take long for him to decide, she hadn't asked to come here and she hadn't asked to be put through any of this. It was only right that she be allowed to ready herself. "Nothing bad. It's just learning about posture and position, mostly. But Gabriel will do the same thing he always does, push your limits, see if he can get a rise out of you. It's how he maintain control, through fear and punishment. Fighting back only makes him crack down harder."

Her eyes fell downcast as even Mason believed escape was futile。Alynia hadn‘t thought of trying to get help from the village the girls were allowed to visit。She had believed guards would be posted there as well。But despite such unfavorable circumstances， she was learning。Even if Gabriel was the one who controlled it，atleast that meant there was a way to contact people from the outside。It wouldn’t be allowed of course。。。 there was a slight chance。。。the slimmest hope that perhaps the girl could find means to contact someone to rescue her from this prison。

Alynia‘s eyes lit up in a gracious smile as Mason stated he would try to find out what he could。She could still have faith。Listening intently at tomorrows lesson plan confused her，as they were exactly what she expected。A blew out a small puff of air，as if she had begun steeling herself for what laid ahead。“Don’t worry about me，I‘m tougher than I look。”Alynia declared though she honestly wasn’t all too confident，

She hadn’t been so brave during orientation，but that‘s because the school had taken her by surprise。Now Alynia knew the monstrosities she was facing。。，Gabriel wouldn’t be able to break her。。。atleast that’s what she told herself for comfort。

Mason had stood up to leave and Alynia had awkwardly followed。She wondered if anyone had been watching the live feed from the camera and if they were what they made of what just happened。Alynia watched him go with an unreadable expressionm，giving him a short wave。When the door had shut behind him she went back into the bathroom。Alynia took a long hot shower，as if trying to cleanse herself of the lewd looks she had recieved earlier that day。

When she was done she had wrapped a towel around her hair，walking proudly back to her bed。She was well aware the blinking camera could see everything，and such knowledge was evident by the firm crimson hue of her cheeks。But the girl knew that she’d have to get used to this state of undress sooner or later。Alynia was relieved as she climbed into her soft covers，closing her eyes，waiting for sleep to claim her。For some reason she had the idea that she should be well rested for tomorrow。

The night passed by without incident and the morning followed in its wake, bringing with early light another underling of Gabriel as well as the aroma of breakfast. Hot poached eggs. Sauteed potatoes. Strips of bacon and sausage links. Buttered toast with strawberry jam. A glass of milk and a glass of orange juice. Apparently even if they were little more than slaves in training, the headmaster was still dedicated to ensuring that they were meticulously taken care of.

But then again, they were not quite his property after all. The wealthy and the powerful had placed them in his charge after paying immense fees. Having them returned in perfect condition seemed only proper to someone like Gabriel.

After breakfast, further minions of the headmaster came and took away what remained of her meal and directed her to clean herself up before following them to another part of the Academy, this time a large hall chosen as the classroom for the morning's lesson, numerous men lining up around the walls as Gabriel stood in front of a growing gathering of naked women. Once the last of the 'students' had arrived, the headmaster clapped his hands twice, demanding their attention.

"Posture," He began, as calm and composed as ever. "The most important lesson you will learn. As the property of your respective owners, you will be required to welcome your masters in the proper manner. You will be expected to maintain proper posture throughout your stay at the Academy, and always toward every male you see, whenever it be me or my assisting instructors. As I stated yesterday, failure will result in punishment." Looking around at the ladies arrayed before him, Gabriel gestured toward the ground. "On your knees, now."

Alynia had a troubled night of sleep, and the nightmare was only continued as she was rudely shaken awake by a well-dressed gaurd. Alynia was still embarrassed about the concept of being naked infront of a man, but she had no choice but to obey as he lead her out of her room and down into what seemed to be a cafeteria.

She crossed her arms over her breasts as they walked, finding it even worse as it seemed the man she was following sniggered. Alynia tugged testingly on her collar, finding that it was indeed a reality. At least breakfast smelled good.

The raven haired girl helped herself to poached eggs and potatoes, and what seemed to be a freshly squeezed cup of orange juice. She sat down at a table with five other girls, though all of them still seemed much too in shock to speak.

Her food was taken away before she was completely finished... Alynia was forced back upstairs into her room and directed to clean up. She went into her bathroom, a guard was posted directly outside. A sigh left her lips as she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and combed out the tangles in her hair.

Honestly, the girl felt like cattle as the same silent guard lead her from room to room until finally she was deposited in the great hall. The man that she followed lined up with the rest of them along one of the walls. Once again she felt intimidated at being so very sorely outnumbered and outsized.

Alynia stood in the middle of the crowd of fearful females, but she could clearly see Gabriel.

His words did not scare her, she had expected a lesson on posture. Alynia had excellent posture... Straight back and shoulders, head leveled and-but what was that? O-on her knees?

Suddenly confusion struck her again. There was a murmur through the crowd, as she was not the only one who did not understand. A few girls hesitantly lowered themselves to rest on their knees. These were the obedient ones, the ones that Gabriel had scared the most yesterday.

Alynia was not apart of this group, she among many other students remained standing with their hands draped over their bosoms. In fact she spoke before she could help herself. "Excuse me sir, how will being on our knees teach us proper posture?" Her tone was even and incredulous, though not entirely disrespectful... But she regretted her words as soon as they left her lips.

Gabriel looked straight at Alynia, giving her a rather cold stare that promised nothing good. If she regretted it as soon as she had spoken, she was certain to regret it even more now as the headmaster moved slightly to the right, lining him straight up with Alynia's position in the gathering. Gesturing for the ladies in front of him to move aside, as if he were a suave Moses parting the Nubile Sea, Gabriel then motioned for Alynia to approach him.

As soon as Alynia had approached enough, Gabriel then held up his hand to stop her. "I believe I was clear yesterday when I said that you were permitted to use one term, and only one term. 'Master'. Not 'sir'. Not 'mister'. Nothing but 'Master'. Furthermore, you do not speak unless spoken to. You do not ask questions, you merely answer. But all the same, I thank you for volunteering, however. It seems that many among you have yet to learn the proper respect for this academy."

He then held his hand out to the side, gesturing toward one of the men present in the room. "Mr. Davout." At the utterance of the name, the man stepped forward, dressed the same as the others but bearing a distinct emblem at the Windsor knot of his tie that set him apart from others. "Yessir." Davout then approached Alynia, standing just three feet away from her and looked straight at her. Where Gabriel's eyes were cold and composed, this man showed different, his gaze coming across as simply... ruthless, piercingly so. "Turn around and choose one of your fellow trainees. She will demonstrate to you as why this sort of posture is important. Furthermore, you are not permitted to volunteer yourself. If you refuse to choose, they both will suffer together instead. Choose." Davout gestured at the two other women that shared the same quarters as Alynia, the blonde and the brunette.

Clearly Gabriel meant to teach her a lesson. His method just happened to place someone else in a bad situation instead of her, both as a way to promote guilt and to keep the girls divided.

Alynia appeared clearly unhappy, but she seemed powerless as well... glaring at Gabriel knitted look of defiance. The girls were quick to make some sort of path for her, very keen to direct the headmaster's viciousness to anyone other than themselves.

Unfortunately, Alynia was their sacrificial virgin.

The girl approached Gabriel calmly, her stolid expression not faultering at his brief lecture. She had called him 'sir' on purpose. This was how she had always adressed all of her teachers... and she was trying to convince herself Gabriel was no different. Just a glorified teacher completely drunk on power.

The girls behind her clearly thought differently. Many more of the student who had remained standing at his original order slowly lowered themselves to their knees.

Alynia was doing an expert job at looking braver than she felt. Her legs felt like jelly, and she had to bite the inside of her jaw to prevent her bottom lip from quivering. That facade dropped briefly as Gabriel raised his hand. She cursed herself for cowering... and letting out such a noticable whimper. He was simply motioning to one of his minions... Alynia had thought he was going to strike her.

The minion seemed rather threatening himself... and at her next set of orders her hard expression crumbled. Her honey brown eyes went wide, "B-but- they during do anything wrong! I was the one w-who spoke out of thrn!" she stuttered, suddenly realizing the severity of the situation she had placed herself in.

They would have none of it. Alynia was forced to turn around, now facing the crowd of obedient kneeling girls. Not a single student left standig. The two in question she recognized... Which of course made it worse.

A harsh silence hung in the air, obviously the girl was reluctant to choose. But then both would suffer...

"The b-brunette." Alynia finally stated quietly, unable to meet anyone's eyes.

The reason was simple. Yesterday after orientation... the brunette had appeared mentally stronger. More capable of withstanding... what ever horrors awaited.

"I'm so sorry..." Alynia breathed out repeatingly. She could barely speak.