Purity had been at St Katarina’s, the exclusive finishing school in the Swiss Alps, for two weeks and she was aged just 18 when her classmates began to talk about the Ritual. The house had originally been built as the private mansion of Guner Von Bang, a German arms manufacturer, and he was reputed to have a number of rather esoteric leisure interests which he indulged in his large basement. The Ritual was an ordeal undergone by every new girl to prove her worth and it involved spending an extended time down in the dark, dank basement.

So, just after breakfast, one Saturday morning, Purity and some other girls sneaked through the low, arched door which led to the spiral staircase leading down into the depths. One girl was carrying a sports bag and Purity had been told that, in order to pass the Ritual, she needed to show total obedience to whatever instructions she was given.

The cellar had worn flagstones on the floor and the low ceilings were arched like a church. In the main area, large items had been covered with dustsheets which hid their form and purpose and set into the walls were small alcoves behind locked iron grills with the keys in the locks. Overhead was a winch, obviously operated by the rusty iron chain which hung down from a pulley and hooked onto a wall mounting. Iron rings had been bolted into the walls, ceiling and floor at apparently random points. The few weak electric lights on the wall were probably a late addition and there were still iron sconces on the walls, some with stubby candles.

The place was cold and smelt of old stone and fear. The small group stood just outside one of the alcoves and Melanie, who seemed to be in charge, told Purity to undress. The girls had all seen each other naked in showers and dorms but undressing in this cold, unfriendly space was an uncomfortable experience. Purity stripped off her woolen jumper exposing her little white bra and then she kicked off her canvas shoes and removed her jeans leaving her in white ankle socks and horrible, white school pants. Pretty underwear was not permitted at St Kat’s lest it encourage impure thoughts. Purity had been hoping that she would be allowed to retain her underwear but the girls circled around her kept staring and obviously expecting more. She humiliated girl tried pleading.

“What if the boilerman comes in and sees me?”

She was brusquely told that a different set of steps led to the boiler room and that, if the old boilerman did chance to see her young body, it would make his week so she should think of it as doing charity work.

So off came her underwear including socks and she stood completely naked on the cold stone. Immediately her wrists were drawn behind her and bound with rope from the sports bag. More rope went around her slim waist so that she was obliged to keep her bound wrists tight against her back. Her own jumper was pulled down over her head as an impromptu hood and then she felt cold fingers between her legs making her emit a little shriek. The fingers continued to stroke, rub and then press on her thighs to force them further apart. The hand withdrew and another took its place and fingers began to circle her sensitive little love bud making it impossible for her to suppress her groans or to keep still.

It soon became obvious that every girl present was to take her turn at masturbating their victim and Purity became embarrassingly wet as fingers intruded between her intimate folds and began to feel around her tiny inner cavity.

This continued for some time as the bound and hooded girl simply had to endure her ordeal and her cries echoed off the old stone walls.