Underwear and dildo | Moon slave 8 | bdsm school stories

Walking down the musty corridors of the school, all was quiet, the students in the classrooms, neatly positioned in rows before blackboards and teachers.

Kira had asked to go to the toilet, but the relief she had to sate was a call of nature more pressing than merely urinating. Opening the door, she walked into the pristine white chamber and proceeded into one of the cubicles.

Closing the door, she threw the lock and sat down, placing her bag before her.

Her teacher had berated her for arriving late. It was a token chastisement; her exemplary record and sterling academic skill was ample compensation for this one lapse.

She had been late because of a detour, a furtive visit to a corner shop far from the normal routes she took to school. Opening her bag, she removed what she had purchased. The magazine was of a standard girlie genre, with lingerie-clad women exposing themselves lewdly for the eye of the camera. Flicking through its pages a tickle of naughtiness inspired her to misbehave further.

Delving into the bag she removed the boxed vibrator, tore open the lid and removed the albino white finger of solid plastic.

Removing a battery from her Walkman, she slid it into the toy and turned the base. It immediately started to thrum quietly to itself in her hand.

Reaching up under her skirt she opened the magazine across her lap and started to stroke herself through her cotton underwear. The vibrating tip poured its oscillating kiss into her clitoris, making her panties grow humid and then damp with her desire. Her eyes locked to the glossy portraits within, dreaming of once more lapping like a dog at the sex of a nubile woman.

Turning the pages, she fixated on the images, the pleasure she was extracting turning her more towards female worship, forsaking heterosexuality, concentrating solely on her own gender. Pulling aside her underwear she started to slide the plastic rod into her tracts, thrusting it in and clamping her legs together to squeeze it. The device was alive within her, making her bite her tongue to stop herself from crying out.

The sound of the door opening made her panting breath stumble to a halt. Holding her respiration she panicked and turned the base of the instrument, bringing it to silence. With slow and silent actions she closed the magazine and put both visual and physical stimulants in her bag.

Footsteps closed in and the door suddenly erupted back as it was kicked. With a squeal of shock she jumped as the door slammed against the partition, jarring its hinges, the feeble lock falling to the floor.

The bleached blonde countenance of Sabrina was before her, the painted lips of the girl broad, her blue eyes sparkling with malevolence. The tall leader of the trio of girls that bullied her chuckled merrily and then spoke. ‘Well, well, well, if it isn’t little fucking Kira,’

she hissed as her two lieutenants emerged behind her.

‘What are you doing, bitch?’

Susan was a small vicious girl of Asian heritage, with a bob of black hair and dark penetrating eyes. Tracy had long blonde hair that was fastened back into a French plait, revealing her smiling face with eyes devoted to doing exactly what Sabrina told her.

‘Nothing, I… I was,’ she began, and then reached to stop the girl as she grabbed her bag, but a stern slap skimmed her cheek, filling it with heat and dropping her back onto the toilet seat, nursing the injury, her will to rebellion trickling away.

‘We’re here to get our homework, Kira,’ Sabrina growled. ‘Have you done it, like a good little girl?’

‘I… almost… it,’ she stammered, because the escapades in her dreams had ended her work, leaving it unfinished.

Another slap stung her cheek and the girl moved in, clamping a hand about Kira’s throat, squeezing to make her choke and struggle in the strangling grip, pinning her back to the wall. ‘Tracy, get to the door,’ ordered Sabrina.

The girl jogged away, closed the main door and threw the lock before standing as a sentry.

‘Please, Sabrina, I—’ implored Kira, tears starting to well in her eyes from sheer fright.

‘Shut up!’ the bully hissed, and slapped her again across the face, the strike making Kira wilt. In the moments of her weakness the girl released her throat and snagged her hair instead, taking a firm hold at her crown and using it as a leash with which to steer the harried victim.

‘I guess we need to teach you another lesson,’ she stated, and dragging her off the seat, Sabrina threw up the lid and started to force Kira’s head into the bowl. Employing both hands the girl was shoved deep until her head was wedged tight and could go no further.

Kira had been through this before and dreaded a repeat experience. ‘Please, Sabrina, I’ll do it, I swear!’ she offered, only to have the spiteful harridan replace the hands with her knee, using her bodyweight to keep Kira subdued, her arms flailing.

‘It’s way too fucking late for that. It was due in today, and you didn’t do it. Tonight we’re going to get detention out of this Kira, and that makes me really fucking mad!’

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ she wailed, her voice echoing in the bowl.

‘Not sorry enough, Kira,’ she stated, and then yanked the chain. ‘Time for another face wash.’

The bowl roared with a flood of water, the chill tidal wave engulfing her, filling the bowl as her head stemmed its escape. Submerged, the sound of the cascade was lost as her ears went beneath water level. Kira thrashed and tried to get free, but the knee of the girl kept her under.

The level started to slowly recede, stopping her from breathing, making her struggle and panic at the sensation of near drowning. She gasped for air, but each inhale was stained with moisture. Her face ran with rivulets and her hair hung before her as a sodden mass.

‘Ready for another, are we, Kira?’

‘Please, stop, I’ll not fail you again, I swear,’ she implored, desperate to end this degrading rite.

The system played a gurgling tune as it refilled, dropped in fervour and the restored flood was thrown back into the bowl. Snatching a quick breath Kira’s face was numbed by the cold once more, forcing her to endure and await the slow retreat of the waters until she could find access to air.

Coughing and spluttering she choked and sobbed her promises to do what they wanted in future, but Sabrina was not about to end the torment quickly.

‘You’ve got to be punished for your lack of loyalty, Kira,’ she spat venomously, grinding her knee in, making Kira squeal in distress. ‘Now say it.’

‘I need to be punished!’ Kira sobbed, torn by humiliation.

‘Say it again!’

‘I need to be punished,’ she wept. ‘I need to be punished for my lack of loyalty.’

‘Susan, take over here,’ Sabrina ordered, removing her knee but putting her hands back to keep Kira in the bowl until Susan’s joint had replaced it. ‘Keep her hands behind her,’ she added, causing the brutal girl atop Kira to grab her arms and fold them painfully up her spine.

‘Aaaah, you’re breaking them!’ Kira cried, her hands being delivered up so that her fingers could feel the bare thigh of Susan.

Her skirt was thrown up around her waist, her rear wriggling as Sabrina eased the seat of her underwear into the crevasse of her buttocks, clearing all obstruction.

‘Dunk her,’ ordered Sabrina.

‘No, please!’ managed Kira, before the roar of the waters forced her to drag in a deep breath. Drowned again within the bowl she wailed and fought as a long ruler started to swing in an underarm arc, its plastic rectangular head sinking into her rear and thighs, and the screams of pain she released squandered valuable air, making it harder to endure the captivity.

Kira writhed, her legs skipping against the tiled floor as she was spanked with cruel, stern strokes. The worst were those that caught the connection between rear and thigh, this area being particularly vulnerable to a lambasting. Sucking in a deep gasp she broke into fits of sobbing, begging without reservation for them to show mercy, but her demeaning display only bolstered their glee.

‘Again,’ Sabrina ordered, and the system discharged its full reservoir once more.

Instantly the ruler began to thrash her, etching hot trenches into her skin, making her jolt and spasm with each impact. Kira tried to hold to her air, but the savaging of her rear made flocks of bubbles escape, wasting air, making it ever harder to await the eventual release of the subsiding waters.

Wheezing in recovery, her panties were pulled down, exposing her even more brazenly to the ruler.

‘One more time – just for luck,’ Sabrina insisted, and again the system punished Kira as the cruel girl applied her scourge with full force. Six searing strokes fell, and suddenly there was a pause. Kira felt the folds of their school uniforms touch her, and then her entire stock of air was spilled as a scream.

The toilet brush had been taken up and the harsh bristled head used to rub abrasively against her pudenda.

The scratching passage made her wail in agony; her loins had been made extra tender by masturbation, and now they were being terribly tormented.

The ruler continued, one hand serving to chastise her rear, the other jerking the brush back and forth, making her screech.

Both stopped before the waters set her mouth free, and as she once more accessed air she grizzled in apathy, relieved it was over.

‘Give her another go, Susan,’ Sabrina ordered.

‘But you said…’ wailed Kira, the mechanism already pulled, the waters rushing inexorably down the pipes.

‘Did I? Oh well, so I lied, just like you did when you said you’d get our homework done on time,’ laughed Sabrina, and all sound was muffled as she was submerged.

The brush and the ruler returned to make her life hell, scratching and slapping, making her cry out despite her most fervid attempts not to. When the waters dropped before her eyes she was begging for clemency, promising to do anything they wanted if they would just stop.

‘So where’s what you did do, then?’ Sabrina demanded, leaving the brush poised against her raw loins as an imminent threat.

‘I-in the bag,’ she spluttered, coughing up the water she had rashly breathed in, her rear throbbing, her sex aching terribly, and then the sound of the accessory being retrieved made Kira realise her folly, for the interrogation had made her reveal the location without thinking they would search it immediately. ‘Wait, no, it’s in my locker

– I’ll get it for you,’ she added swiftly, her heart racing, her mind cold with fear of what would happen if they found the items within. Would they blackmail her further, or would they simply tell the whole school, making her a social mockery?

‘Shut her up Susan,’ said Sabrina with a testy intolerance.

Immediately Kira was thrown back beneath the cold waters, her mind churning with the possibilities of what Sabrina would do to her when she saw the contents of her bag.

‘You dirty little dyke, Kira,’ she accused as soon as harried splutters and retches emerged from within the bowl.

‘Please, Sabrina, don’t tell,’ she begged with all her conviction.

‘What is it?’ asked Susan, pushing deeper with her knee to have Kira grimace and groan.

‘Girlie mags and a vibrator,’ chuckled Sabrina. ‘It seems our little Kira is a secret lesbo.’

‘So she wants to eat pussy, eh?’ mocked Susan, tightening her grip on Kira’s hands.

‘Please, no, it was an impulse buy, I’m not, I swear.’

‘Don’t fucking lie to me you little cunt eater!’ Sabrina shouted, and gave her another lick of the ruler for her outrage.

‘Hey, Tracy, little Kira here’s a dyke,’ reported Susan.

‘Ah, it’s probably just because she’s not had a good dick inside her,’ purred the girl.

‘Is that it, Kira?’ asked Susan, pouting theatrically. ‘Are we a little love starved and have started to go all queer?’

‘Well, we can’t have that, can we?’ added Sabrina.

‘After all, we’re friends, and friends help each other out, right?

‘Hey, Susan, you still got that dildo on you from the party on Tuesday?’ she asked.

‘I sure do. You want it?’

‘I don’t, but poor little misguided Kira probably does,’

she laughed. ‘Chuck it over here, babe, we’ve a hungry hole that needs a meat feast.’

‘You want to do it there, or out here?’ quizzed the monitoring girl.

‘Good point,’ Sabrina acknowledged. ‘Susan, bring the little slut out, we’ll have a show of this.’

Kira’s head was pulled up by the hair, the sodden cascade dripping wet and leaving a trail across the floor.

With her arms still locked up her spine she was steered out of the cubicle in a distressed stoop and thrown to the floor. Weak from the abuse, she collapsed and huddled into a ball, terrified.

‘Now then, how shall we do this?’ wondered Susan.

‘Get her to do it herself?’ offered Tracy.

‘That’s good, but do we really want her cured?’ asked Susan.

‘What do you mean?’ said Sabrina.

‘Well, we can give her a love of boys again, but if we show her what babes we are she’ll be more obedient, lusting after us too,’ Susan reasoned, the words not really believed, just professed as another way to humble their victim. ‘If she fancies us she’ll be less likely to fuck us up again.’

‘That sounds okay to me,’ Tracy chuckled in agreement.

‘A little dyke bookworm servant, eh? Okay, you two get her on her back and pin her legs down,’ commanded their imperious leader.

‘What about the noise she’ll make?’ pondered Tracy.

‘I’ll handle that, just do it,’ she hissed.

Kira moaned in morose apathy as they grabbed her.

She resisted a little, but she was just too weak, in shock, and too humiliated by this ongoing crime to resist.

Susan and Tracy shoved her onto her back and splayed her legs, each of them leaning to her shins, pinning her down.

Sabrina stepped across Kira’s chest, towering over her, the short skirt revealing her lace underwear. The sight was opened in full as the girl drew up the pleated folds and tucked them into her belt.

Lowering, she interlaced her fingers into Kira’s hands as though readying for a game of Mercy. Then shuffling forward she put her knees wide, her loins hovering over Kira’s face, while her ankles and feet hooked over the prisoner’s upper arm and reached into her armpits. Kira started to struggle and whine, terrified of screaming for help because it would reveal what she had been initially doing. The lowly position gave her no leverage and besides, the girl was far stronger, and she could do nothing as her hands were bent painfully back despite her most berserk efforts to resist.

Sabrina leered down at her from her domineering position. Her eyes were wide, glistening, filled with pleasure at subduing another, in causing such heinous degradation.

‘Okay, take a good look, Kira,’ she smirked, turning her grip to make her grimace and sob. ‘You like?’

The lack of a response made Sabrina turn her grip more sharply, twisting Kira’s arms in an unnatural manner to have her grizzle. ‘Yes, yes, I do, I like,’ she wept, tears rolling down her cheeks.

‘Then sniff,’ ordered the girl. ‘Go on, sniff,’ she growled, applying more punishing turns to gain obedience.

With stammered motions Kira craned her head up a little and smelt the warm sex of the girl, the scent fresh, her arousal by this abuse plain. Sabrina had deliberately shown Kira this, to make sure she knew that she was being greatly titillated by Kira’s distress and shaming.

‘Tell me you want to eat my pussy,’ she stated.

‘I… I…’

The delay caused the most brutal twist thus far, coaxing her to air a pip of shock, her face distorted into a masque of suffering. ‘I want to eat your pussy,’ she sobbed rapidly.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes, yes, please let me.’

‘And the others? You want to bury your face into Tracy and Susan to?’

‘Yes, all of you, I want to!’ she wept.

‘Okay, you can have them later if you’re good,’ the cruel bully testified, and grabbed Kira’s arms, throwing them over her head and pushing down on each bicep to keep them raised. ‘But first you can do me.’

Clamping her folded legs inward, her thighs and shins pushed Kira’s arms together, trapping them beneath and allowing Sabrina to let go. Immediately she started to pull aside her panties.

‘Hey Sabrina, you’re not actually going to… are you?’

asked Susan, with concern in her voice.

‘What the fuck do you think? You think she’ll be a good little bitch from just a look?’ snapped the girl with venom, and then settled the damp folds of her sex onto Kira’s face, wriggling into position. ‘No, she needs a good taste to get her addicted!’

Kira squirmed and fought her bonds, her arms unable to get free, her legs pinned down. The flesh cut off her route to air, smothering her, leaving her staring up the torso of Sabrina, into her malignant stare.

‘Jesus Sabrina, what are you doing?’ deplored Tracy.

‘Shut the fuck up and get that dildo ready,’ ordered the girl, her subordinates being commanded to do as they were told. ‘And as for you, Kira; if you want to breathe you’d better get licking and do a good job of it!’

With her face heating from deprivation, her lungs sucking and unable to grab air, Kira swallowed her shame and let her tongue rise and slither between the hot folds of Sabrina’s labia. Stroking upward, she touched her clitoris and began to lap at it.

The girl lifted up a little, letting Kira’s nostrils free so that she could snort in breaths, the air filled with the aroma brought by such proximity to Sabrina’s womb.

‘That’s a good little bitch,’ crooned the girl. ‘Now, get that dildo into her, let her feel what a cock’s like,’ broadcast the girl, reaching behind her to clutch at Kira’s breasts, squashing them in fists and pinching her nipples, her croaking cries lost amidst the gag of intimate flesh.

Kira wailed in dismay as her panties were drawn down, stretched taut as they were left at mid-thigh. In their place the round head of the large dildo tickled her belly, nuzzling through and seeking a home.

‘Sabrina, I’m not sure I can—’ began Susan.

‘Get it fucking in there or you’re next!’ snapped the leader.

Kira arched upward and screamed as the shaft was thrust into her, hauling her open, stealing her virginity.

The hand responsible for wielding it started to rock it back and forth, operating it from root to tip, the oversized weapon filling Kira to a degree she was sure she should not be able to accept, but the pleasure of its route in and out of her was a tenuous reward for enduring such maltreatment, and weeping freely all she could do was spasm and continue to service Sabrina.

The sight of Kira, suffering and torn by derogation between her legs had Sabrina succumbing to flares of climax in moments. The girl squirmed like an eel, spreading her juices across Kira’s features as she snagged a nipple in each hand, squeezing with monstrous strength and pulling just as savagely. As Sabrina gasped and panted, closing her eyes with rapture, Kira was squealing in duress beneath her.

The holds came away and the girl shifted forward, straightening her underwear and sitting upon Kira’s arms to keep them under control. A sheen of moisture was across Kira’s appalled features, her body still being plagued by the dildo as it was drawn out and set aside.

‘What are you doing?’ Sabrina questioned with animus.

‘We’re done, aren’t we?’ replied Susan.

‘The fuck we are! Tracy, get your arse on her face right now, it’s your turn.’

‘Sabrina, you can’t expect me to—’

‘Did I ask your opinion? I told you to do something, now do it, or I’ll fucking bury you! The school will know all your little secrets, bitch, all about your little romp in the sack with that greasy lump Scott Wallace, and let’s not forget the abortion from that either, or the time I told you we were smoking weed, and you got ‘sooooo high’ from tobacco!’

The girl flinched as though slapped, and with resignation she shoved Kira’s leg to her partner to hold.

‘Fucking okay, I’ll do it,’ she grumbled, infuriated, but scared to disobey.

‘Tracy, please don’t,’ whimpered Kira as the girl stood astride the supplicant face. The girl paused, her sadism failing to readily let her do this to another female.

‘Well, fucking shut her up then,’ snorted Sabrina.

Tracy lifted her skirt and chose to fully remove her underwear, dragging it free and then settling to straddle Kira’s face.

‘Stop, don’t do this to me, plea-mmmph,’ Kira managed, the curtain of the skirt falling about her head, hiding her face as Tracy enveloped it with her pudenda.

Thighs and shins replaced Sabrina’s hold and the ringleader of this depravity took the leg Tracy had held and snatched the dildo from Susan.

‘Okay, Kira, get licking, you’re not even halfway yet,’ stated Sabrina, and started to feed the dildo back into her, making her shake and throw her tongue into the task.

Tracy shuddered, keeping Kira’s face hidden under the skirt, unwilling to see her as she worked. ‘Okay, I’ve done it, are you happy, Sabrina?’ she stated angrily.

‘No, stay on there until you come, that’s the rules.’

‘Rules, what rules?’

‘My rules, now ride that tongue you stupid bitch.’

Susan released a titter of mocking at this exchange, only to have Sabrina turn to her with venom in her voice.

‘What the fuck’s so funny? Your little pussy’s next,’ she promised.

‘Oh, come on Sabrina, enough’s enough,’ she deplored.

‘Not until I say so, and I say we all do this,’ she hissed.

‘Okay, okay,’ acquiesced the girl, giving up before Sabrina released her secrets to force her into it.

‘Are you there yet, Tracy?’ chuckled Sabrina, with virulence in her voice.

‘No,’ she snapped, demeaned by the display but heedless of the far graver humiliation on hapless Kira.

‘Damn, some people are just slow beginners, eh?’

Sabrina mocked.

Kira continued to lap and lick, trying her best to make the event pass quickly, but Tracy was not sexually aligned to this sort of play and it was difficult to bring the necessary arousal to carry her to climax. Her tongue was aching when the girl’s thighs started to flash with bursts of tension and she started to gasp and croak with orgasm.

‘There we go, that’s what we needed to see,’ commented Sabrina, as she continued to operate the trespassing staff. ‘Your turn, Susan.’

Tracy surrendered her place to the girl, who removed her underwear and then hiked up her skirt. Capturing Kira’s arms, she held them tight and settled into position.

Kira wailed into the smothering sex as the dildo –

lubricated by her treasonous loins – was pushed into her rear, the sudden violation making her sob and tremble, trying to get free of the impaling shaft.

‘Get licking, Kira, you’re almost done,’ purred Sabrina, rotating the length.

Never having experienced the like before, Susan rode Kira’s face with gusto, taking joy in cutting off her air as her smooth belly pressed to her prisoner’s nostrils.

‘That’s more like it; ride that bitch, Susan, ride her,’

derided Sabrina, enthralled to see another enjoying this attack.

Within moments Susan threw her arms up, clutching her head and caressing her pert breasts as orgasms were painted in her womb by Kira’s tongue, and once she had drunk her fill she slipped aside and started to thread her underwear back on.

The dildo was pulled out, making Kira whimper and screw herself up into a ball.

‘Hold it, give me your underwear, both of you,’ ordered Sabrina, her own panties still in her hand.

‘What?’ asked Susan.

‘Just give me them,’ she stated petulantly, snatching them from Tracy and then waiting as Susan handed hers over as well.

‘Hold her,’ she instructed, and Kira wept as the two girls grabbed her arms and held her to the floor, stopping her from getting free. ‘First we have some little gifts you can treasure when they come out.’

‘Sabrina, no, haven’t you tortured me enough?’ wailed Kira.

‘Not yet, no,’ she impassively stated and began to force a set of underwear into Kira’s anus, stuffing it in until finally the accursed garment was in. ‘That was gratitude from Susan.’

Another set was jammed in, punishing her rear, making her shake and battle against the two girls holding her down, her legs kicking and scraping against the tiles as Sabrina sat on the small of her back and proceeded with the bizarre award ceremony.

‘That was gratitude from Tracy.’

Sabrina’s underwear was placed to her rear, and forced in with equal ruthlessness, thrusting it in then forcing a finger deep to ensure it was properly in place. The finger slid out, leaving Kira with the grim feeling of being stuffed and filled.

‘And that was from me. Now, as a special treat, you get to keep the dildo too. But first, stand her up.’

The two girls acted as automatons, doing as they were told, unable to question their mistress. Lifting her up, they kept reigns on her arms and as promised the large rod was again forced back into her sex.

‘Oh, and let’s not forget your little toy either,’ Sabrina teased ruthlessly, and Kira’s own vibrator was forced into her rear, acting as a ram, forcing the underwear deeper.

With Kira held in place for a moment Sabrina leant over and grabbed her bag, and tugging adhesive tape from inside she proceeded to affix it to the base of the toys. ‘Legs apart, Kira,’ she warned, and Kira obeyed with resignation, for she had been taught the cost of resistance. It was just easier to give in and get this over with; she had no more will to fight back.

Opening her legs as far as her hobbling underwear permitted, Kira let her head drop back and she regarded the bland ceiling as the tape issued its sticky ripping song.

Sabrina wound it around and around, running the cleft of her rear and across her sex, catching the base of the dildo. With rapid and numerous twirls she created a sticky tape thong for Kira, one that stopped any hope of getting the underwear or dildo out. She could not believe they were going to do this to her.

Sabrina patted her handiwork and drew up Kira’s panties before setting them in place. ‘There, that’ll ensure you wear it all with pride until you get home,’ she commented, straightening Kira’s skirt. ‘Now let’s all of us walk you to your classroom.’

As a single unit they walked in silence, Tracy and Susan holding her wrists, ensuring she did not try to run. Every step was uncomfortable, her sex and anus held open, stuffed, her abdomen encased in garrotting layers of sticky tape.

When they passed her door they let go and continued walking, the teacher having seen her, stopping her from running back to the toilet without having to offer plenty of excuses.

She entered despondently, the teacher berating her for taking so long. She took his abuse and sat down, wincing as the rods were forced deeper by settling onto the wooden seat of the chair.

As she sat in class she wanted to reach under her skirt and pick at the tape, but that would be noticed. She couldn’t get them out, she could do nothing save wait and endure for the next three hours, and then she could use the lunch break to try and get home. Once there she would try and soak the tape a little, to stop it ripping out her hairs and make the removal feat a little easier on her.

She could not even raise a decent level of hatred, all she had was misery at being picked on, the psychology of a victim, humbled and broken by her oppressors.

With the taste of three girls on her lips and tongue, she opened her exercise book and picked up where she had left off, trying desperately to concentrate.

The recollection of their crime faded from Kira’s mind, an empurpled light flashing across her gaze, the rage of her blood lighting up. The girls huddled together, defeated, frightened, at her mercy. She knew know what had happened to them after their shameful deed. The next day at school was a less vivid though no less important memory.

Walking towards the school, cradling her books, Kira felt her chafed loins with each step. Because of her tardiness she had been kept in at lunch by her teacher, leaving her to the terrible fate of enduring the intruders for the entire day.

The walk home had been the most gruelling, making every step a pain to her. When she got in she delicately cut the tape so she could finally draw out the accursed instruments… but the panties had become lost to her.

Weeping freely she had pounded her fists to the floor and cried in sorrow, infuriated at her own pathetic weakness. How the three vixens would have laughed if they saw her, naked and grovelling on the floor, her fingers delving into her rear to try and ferret out their underwear.

Stamping on the dildo and vibrator until her feet were bruised she vented her fury and then soaked herself in the bath, letting the tape lose its stickiness before trying to remove it. Then, for hours she sat on the toilet, hoping to have them come out. She prayed diligently that they not be lost or entangled, for to have to attend a physician and confess the shameful truth would be more humiliating than she could ever stand. Plus there would be the informing of her parents, and they would not only be disappointed that she was failing in defending herself, but when Sabrina and her cronies were questioned they would of course betray her pseudo-lesbianism. She would be lucky to be disowned and would spend the rest of her life neck deep in shrinks trying to make her straight again.

It was only this morning, when she got up after crying herself to sleep, did she manage to excrete two of them, the material finding its way out of her rear. The third was more stubborn, forcing her to the last ditch measure of grabbing a funnel and jug from downstairs and filling the container with lukewarm water.

Lying back with her heels over her head so that her naked bottom faced up, she swallowed her embarrassment and pride and fed the stiff nozzle into herself. Tears of derogation started to meander down her face, the thought of having to do this, of having been bullied and abused and now having to continue demeaning herself to erase the aftermath.

Pouring the jug in, she gave herself a makeshift enema, the strange feel of the warm waters as they sifted through her not unpleasant, but the reason for having to do it removed any hope of finding a hint of pleasure in the bizarre sensation.

Once the jug had been emptied she jogged on the spot, holding herself as long as she could, straining to keep her barricades in force, to stop the waters leaking out until she was sure she had dislodged the baleful garment.

Only once she was red in the face from fighting to hold in the struggling ocean she had been forced to inject, did she drop herself onto the toilet and release a concentrated pressured jet of soiled water. For half an hour she waited, releasing small spurts that had lost themselves within her, until finally the intimate garment of the miscreant girl finally reached her orifice and was hatefully spat out into the bowl.

She had flushed and stormed from the room, her body quaking with resentment and unbridled animus.

The gates of the school honed into view as she turned the corner. Instead of the usual groups loitering outside, stealing every possible moment of freedom before having to cross the border and enter into the rule of the school system, there was a vast gathering. It was not just students either, but teachers, parents and some news crews.

Walking over with her thoughts racing at what was going on, she reached the outer perimeter of the crowd and found the entire throng alive with stunned gossip. It was too hard to make out any details, so she worked her way timidly through to the reporters, so she could listen into what they were saying. The snippet she caught both shocked and delighted her, and it took all her mental effort to stop from laughing out loud and airing a cheer of gratitude to the fates responsible.

‘…Visited the renowned public school, when last night, three of its students were abducted. The three girls whose identities are being withheld until family members can be notified were apparently in detention when the attack came. The teacher monitoring them has been killed, his body taken away where an autopsy hopes to learn more.

In the meantime, forensic teams are scouring the hall and surrounding school premises for any sign of what happened to the girls, and early reports suggest that clothing and possessions were left behind. This is…’

Kira turned and started to head home. With school cancelled and her arch nemesis gone, she was free. It was not long until school finished with her for good, and no doubt more oppressors awaited her in college and in the public sector, but surely none could be as bad as Sabrina.

Perhaps she should have felt a hint of regret, of guilt about being so elated at someone’s possible death, but at that moment she was only hoping that Sabrina, Tracy and Susan never be seen alive again.

Kira stepped forward, accepting the chain leash that connected to the naked form of Corin. Looking to the queen she then peered down at her pet, the woman regarding her with a happy grin. Corin was obviously amazed to have found a way out of her doom, to have escaped her dreadful fate and found a mistress more powerful than any other she could have hoped for, one who appreciated her for what she was, and could understand her better than any other.

The returning smile of satisfaction turned to one of callous conjuring as she looked to the girls, chuckling softly to herself as she contemplated all the dark deeds she would perform in revenge for their spite.

‘Congratulations Kira,’ added the queen, reverently kissing her on the cheek. It was almost maternal, a loving event that made Kira’s thoughts suddenly develop a new theory. She was not here as some arbitrary slave, or a mistress, she was not another faceless piece of the machine that was the palace, another cog in its gears, she was being groomed by the queen, tested, drawn through experience, carried somewhere for a reason.

The door closed as the queen departed, and Kira suspected more fully that she was here as the prodigy of the queen, an adopted daughter to carry on her legacy when the time of changes came.

The apocalypse was looming, the end of days, the beginning of eternal night, and Kira was ready to face whatever her destiny might be with distinction… after she had taken suitably apt revenge on the three miscreants before her, of course.

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