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Chapter 8. In which Sarah has her first Biology class
The bell chimed and the two lines of motionless girls looked expectantly at the closed door in front of them. None of them knew what to expect from this class with Miss Rice.
Their worlds had just been rocked to their foundation. They had just been told they were not at the prestigious Harkwood academy for normal schooling, to prepare them for a world of academic achievement at the premier universities of the world. They had been told that they were here to be made into sluts, whores, sex slaves for their patrons. The rich guardians and relatives who had paid for their tuition, paid for them not to be schooled in calculus, history and physics but to be schooled in fucking, sucking and subservience.
Their lives now consisted of learning to be slaves, to please their owners. Not one of the eighteen girls accepted this fate. They were too bewildered by the revelation and the speed at which it had all happened. Half of them had not even believed it, until at the end of their first lesson at Harkwood a metal collar had been fixed around their necks - a slave collar. They still did not accept what was happening but they knew now that it was real. They were property now.
"Enter," a voice called from within the classroom.
Olsen, the first girl in line, opened the door and proceeded inside, leaning her eartag in front of the ubiquitous scanner and registering her presence in the room. As Sarah followed the girls in front she was very glad that she was not the first. The responsibility to do things first, to make sure that nothing was forgotten would be immense.
Which reminded Sarah that she had not looked at the clock when she left the last class. She looked now as she entered. It was 10:01. Only three hours ago she had been a teenage girl preparing excitedly for her first day of school. Now she was a slave preparing for her second class that would teach her how to be a slut and prepare her for her new life of sexual servitude.It still didn't make much sense to her, how something like this could happen in this day and age and in a school full of other girls who were not involved. But the reality of the situation was resting around her neck, unable to be escaped.
Sarah glanced about the room to orient herself with the new classroom. It was very similar in design to the previous room. The platform in front of the class, clean blackboard on the wall behind it, cabinets down one side of the room. This time however, there were none of the clear desks in evidence. The room contained 18 small stools arranged in a staggered crescent formation in front of the platform. Sarah stood next to the appropriate stool and looked at her new teacher.
Miss Rice could not have been more different from Miss Watson. The woman was only about five foot five and petite in stature, she reminded Sarah very much of herself. Her sensual oval face was framed by a mass of dark wavy curls. The light tan, cafe au lait skin was smooth and unblemished, and with her dark almond eyes, produced an air of exotic sensuality. Her flowing white cotton skirt and blouse, and barefoot nature gave her a decidedly gypsy flare. Miss Watson had been brooding and intimidating but Miss Rice was earthy and sensuous. Instead of the leather chair that Miss Watson favoured, in the front corner of the room was a red velvet chaise lounge. The teacher stood in front of this waiting for all the girls to enter and take their places.
"Sit," their new teacher commanded, the soft sweet voice tinged with a slight accent, none of the girls could place, that lent even this one small word an aura of lascivious delight.
As one the class sat on their hard plastic stools, assuming the correct seated attention position they had all learnt only minutes ago. None of the girls knew what to expect. Their previous lesson had left them all a little dazed: the combination of pain, humiliation and being told they were now belongings had not left much room for thinking.
"Now girls, my name is Miss Rice. I teach biology to Trinity house. This will be a little different from any biology class you have had before. In my class we will be focusing on anatomy, hygiene, physiology and erogenous zones. A solid understanding in these areas is critical for all sluts. To bring pleasure you must understand the human body and those systems that are important to you."
Sarah listened to her biology teacher talk about their new curriculum. When she heard biology a tiny flicker of hope had lit inside her, only to be dashed as this 'new' biology was explained. She could guess what kind of perverted biology class this was likely to become.
"I have been reviewing your physicals and in this first lesson we will deal with the very basics of anatomy, touch on erogenous zones and conduct our first hygiene practical. Porter step over here and undress, place your uniform on my chaise if you will. Shoes and socks to remain."
Sarah rose without thinking. She had been told to do something and she responded, the unexpected speed at being called out had caught her unawares. As she approached the chaise what she had been told to do broke through the haze that had clouded her senses. It seemed that this lesson it was her turn to be the model. Did it have anything to do with her comments at the end of the last lesson? Could that have been communicated so quickly? She unclipped her tie and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, unconsciously trying to prolong the time she could stay clothed.
Sarah had come to see her uniform as a layer of protection. The previous 24 hours had shown her that she could be humiliated and degraded even when clothed but it seemed to her that these flimsy layers of material were like a suit of armour to her and she was loathe to relinquish them.
"Hurry Porter. Unless told otherwise a slut should always undress efficiently and speedily. Now why might a slut not undress speedily... Mitchell?"
The large breasted teen was startled by being called on. She had been absentmindedly watching Sarah undress and was not prepared to answer.
"Um because you would be told to?"
"You? Are you calling me a slut Mitchell?" asked Miss Rice, amusement playing clearly across her face.
"No Ma'am. I just meant that a slut and I.. any slut.. I mean I don't really understand the question Ma'am," replied the flustered teen.
Sarah felt sorry for Mitchell, but she was glad of the distraction as she hurriedly finished undressing, hoping the focus had been taken off her, if only for a moment.
"Oh Mitchell I asked you under what circumstance a slut would not undress with the usual speed that is expected."
"Um because she was asked to Ma'am?"
"Are you asking me a question Mitchell?"
"No Ma'am."
"Then answer the question properly. Porter stand up on the platform," the teacher added, noticing that Sarah had finished removing her uniform.
"Because she was asked to Ma'am," Mitchell finally responded with more conviction.
"Mitchell are you a slut?"
"Yes Ma'am," the less than quick-witted teen responded meekly.
"Then do not answer questions with vagaries. When asked what a slut would do, consider yourself that slut. That is a valuable lesson for all you girls. Now Mitchell try again."
"Um because I had been asked to Ma'am."
"Wrong Mitchell, you would not be asked you would be told, now try again."
"Because I was told to Ma'am," replied the increasingly frustrated teen.
"We had already established that you would be told Mitchell, the question was why would you be told?"
"Um...because...um, someone wanted me to Ma'am."
"Well it seems that it is true what they say, the bigger the breasts the smaller the brain. Porter answer."
"A slut could be told to undress slowly so that someone could watch them and they could enjoy it and they would be more beautiful Ma'am," replied Sarah. She had been willing the answer to Mitchell as she felt sorry for her, it wasn't her fault she was stupid.
"Correct, in part. Even when undressing with speed you should be beautiful, you should be aware of your body, it's position and movements with respect to the room you are in and the occupants of the room. Even when alone you should do this as it is a slut's duty to be beautiful in all things. We must think of the old adage "if a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound'. Apply that to yourself Porter."
"When a slut performs and nobody is there to see is she still a slut Ma'am."
"Very good Porter, you have very good instincts to complement that slut mind of yours. And the answer?"
"The answer is yes Ma'am."
"That's right girls, a slut is always a slut. Not only do you never know who may indeed be watching, but a slut is what you are. It should be embraced every waking, and indeed every sleeping, moment of your life.
"Now Porter, let us get on with our lesson. Basic anatomy and its corresponding terminology. Every slut has three holes. It is why this house is called Trinity house. It is an extremely apt way of categorising yourself. Your three holes are important to a slut and to those who own or use you. For some, these three holes may be all that is important."
Sarah was horrified at this speech. Not only was the revelation that the very name of their house highlighted their degradation but the way this sensuous teacher was speaking made her feel like she was talking about objects not people. Sarah realised that these classes, even though they were dealing with crude and demeaning subjects were actually being taught like any other normal subject. Were they going to have tests?
Sarah felt something touch her lips. She cringed and almost pulled away, but caught herself just in time.
"Porter, how embarrassing," said Miss Rice, as she removed the tip of a cane from Sarah's face. "When anything is placed near a slut's mouth, that mouth opens in welcome. If any small pressure is applied the object is to be welcomed inside the slut's mouth."
The teacher raised the cane tip once again to Sarah's mouth, and this time she parted her lips slightly and then hesitantly opened her mouth a little wider. Her face instantly reddened at the shame of being made to perform like an animal in a circus.
"Ah a physiological reaction we will talk about in more detail in another lesson. The blush response is a common response that modest people have when they feel shame or embarrassment. It is quite rare in a well-trained slut, but seen often during training. No matter, I find it cute at any time," said Miss Rice, patting her open palm on Sarah's bare buttocks as she spoke.
The warm touch of flesh on flesh made Sarah shiver. The gentleness of the gesture calmed her but the intimate nature confused her at the same time. A strange tingling deep in her belly gave her pause, she had never felt anything like that before. It was like being nervous but not quite the same.
"Now," continued the teacher, again placing the cane tip at her mouth, "this hole is commonly called the mouth, though alternates include suckhole or sometimes it is crudely referred to as the facehole. Now repeat after me girls. Mouth. Suckhole, Facehole."
The seventeen seated girls repeated each word obediently, many blushing at being treated like children learning to speak.
"Good, these are the acceptable terms for a slut to use. In all your project work you are to use these terms only. Also in conversation it is important to remember your terminology. Speech for a slut is just as important as any other aspect of your behaviour.
"These are the tits," stated Miss Rice as she moved the cane tip from Sarah's cheek to her right breast, prodding it slightly. "They can sometimes be referred to as breasts, or indeed a hundred other more colourful terms, but that is a decision for your betters. You refer to them as tits. Tits," the teacher stated as she prodded Sarah’s breast again, producing the desired result of the class of 17 girls dutifully repeating the word.
"You can close your mouth Porter, we don't want you catching any flies," Miss Rice chuckled.
Tears began to well in Sarah's eyes as she was not only degraded but made the butt of a joke.
"Now on the tits we have the nipples," said Miss Rice, moving the cane and tapping Sarah's nipple. "Sometimes there are just no better words to describe something. Nipple," again the teacher tapped the cane against Sarah's nipple making her grimace in pain. It was more uncomfortable than painful but Sarah was not in the frame of mind to analyse it too closely. The cane moved down Sarah's body and rested beside her bellybutton.
"This is the belly, not tummy, which is childish, or stomach which sounds harsh. Belly."
"Belly," came the reply from the seated teens.
"You see girls, the words a slut uses are important to not only convey a message but to convey a mood. You should not only look pleasing but also sound pleasing. Not only the correct tone of voice but the correct words will help to make this impression. This will all be touched on in more depth in your other classes."
Again the cane moved down her body and rested on the mound above her sex.
"This is the second of the important slut holes. Some say the most important, but that kind of thinking can be troublesome. All three holes are important, differing in importance for some people but to the slut all holes must really maintain equal importance. Present Porter, much more beneficial."
Sarah quickly moved to kneel down, facing away from the class. The tears that had been threatening now began to fall down her cheeks. As she raised her ass into the air and lowered her chest to the floor, she felt glad that at least her tears would be hidden. She laid her arms flat and rested her head upon them, spreading her knees wider at the same time. The quietly sobbing teen arched her back, as she had learnt, exposing her ass and nether regions to the class more effectively.
"Good girl Porter. A perfect position, and one which was only learnt less than an hour ago. A slut is always eager to present her holes and you have shown not only eagerness but an excellent understanding of form."
Sarah's tears flowed more freely as her willingness to do well was misinterpreted as a willingness to show her most private of areas to a class full of girls. She would never do this by choice, but she felt she had no choice. Not following the order had not even occurred to her, nor did it now, but her perceived lack of choice did not make it any easier.
"So many stripes Porter. I have no doubt you earned them but I admit it is disappointing. I count nine, one more and you have a detention.”
"Now the cunt," Miss Rice said as she tapped the cane against Sarah's pussy, causing the exposed girl's thighs to tense and make her butt bounce a little higher. "The cunt or the pussy for a slut. We do not use any of those cruder terms, though others may choose to. Vagina is for doctors, and sex is your gender. Cunt. Pussy."
The class obediently repeated the words as Miss Rice tapped Sarah's pussy with the cane.
"Ass," said the teacher as the cane prodded Sarah’s fleshy buttock. "Now the ass refers to the two fleshy mounds. More specifically these may be called the asscheeks. This is not to be confused with the third of the slut's holes, the asshole. This can be a difficult one as often they can be interchangeable. Such as during your anal training you may be told to put something up your ass. Now obviously you use your brain to understand exactly what is being said. If you are wrong during training you will be corrected. If you are wrong during service then you will have caused disappointment and this is what you must never do. Disappointing your owner or user brings shame upon you and punishment should always be sought. Ass. Asshole.”
Sarah felt the cane prod her delicate pink sphincter and instinctively it tensed, puckering tightly. The sobbing schoolgirl heard her teacher laugh and a fresh wave of shame flowed over the her as she heard the class repeat the shameful word.
"Now class let’s play a little game, after all what is education without a little fun. Now, you call out the body part indicated. You too Porter."
"Ass."
"Asshole."
"Cunt. Pussy."
"Asshole."
"Cunt. Pussy."
"Hmmm, very interesting. Porter you are the only one using pussy instead of cunt. Why is that so?" inquired the intrigued teacher.
"I like pussy better Ma'am," Sarah replied through her sobs.
"Ah you 'like' pussy. Well I must admit Porter that I do too. But what you like is quite irrelevant and that kind of thinking in a slut can produce unwanted results. All sluts must be constantly aware of their surroundings and adapt to the likes and dislikes of those around them. Darwin was never more correct than when his wisdom is applied to sluts - survival of the fittest indeed. Adaptability is just as important to a slut as obedience and enthusiasm.”
"Attention Porter."
Sarah stood up and faced her class. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her breasts bounced with each fresh sob. She tried desperately to get her emotions under control. She hated people seeing her crying. Exposing herself and being degraded was humiliating enough, but to have to face her class as they yelled her body parts as the teacher prodded them was on an entirely new level.
"Cunt. Pussy."
Sarah still felt like pussy was the right thing for her to say. She hoped that Miss Rice's speech before was not a rebuke of her choice.
"Tits."
"Mouth. Suckhole."
Sarah looked at Casta, she was the only girl to have chosen the more vulgar usage. She had a sly smirk on her face as she called out the words and Sarah quickly looked away, her vision blurring as fresh tears rose. She could not believe that one of her own classmates was laughing at her. Laughing at her humiliation. Laughing as she was treated as the object of a game, no different than a monopoly board.
"Tits."
"Tits."
"Tits."
"Ah girls, well played," laughed Miss Rice as she whisked the cane around Sarah's body before coming back to prod her breasts each time.
"Now girls, time to be serious again. Mitchell and Taylor undress and join Porter, Mitchell on her right, Taylor left."
The two named girls hurriedly undressed, placing their clothes in small piles next to Sarah's, on the chaise. They quickly stood up next to the naked, sobbing girl. Even with this company, Sarah felt no better. Maybe getting lost in a crowd would help her but having a naked girl either side of her while standing high on a platform made her feel no less exposed and vulnerable.
"Now every slut is different as we all know. But to just demonstrate the importance of this truth look at the three sluts before you. You three look at each other."
Sarah turned her head to Mitchell, her large breasts riding high on her chest, the slight curve of her belly, her full hips and thighs providing a very womanly body shape. Taylor was the polar opposite: a toned, fit young girl with almost no breasts, slim hips, flat muscular stomach.
"Mitchell has large tits, D almost E. In fact they really should be called udders. Class, Mitchell's tits are now referred to as her udders. Porter’s tits are a more normal size, suiting her figure perfectly. Pert and taut but soft and pillowy at the same time."
Sarah blushed anew at this description of her body. At least she had been spared the shame of having her tits renamed to that of a farmyard animal.
"And lastly Taylor has small, petite tits. In fact her tits are so small that Mrs Goodwin deemed it unnecessary for a bra to be issued as part of her standard uniform. Isn't that right Taylor?"
"Yes Ma'am," responded the humiliated teen.
Sarah felt more sorry for Taylor than Mitchell. Sarah knew how self-conscious girls could be over their breasts, especially if they were small. It made many girls feel much less feminine and Sarah could not imagine how that must feel.
"Now a slut with Taylor's tits by her very nature will be unable to provide certain forms of release for an owner. Titslapping and titfucking are but two forms of pleasure she will be unable to provide. It is important for any slut to be aware of her body and her abilities and her strengths and weaknesses. If a slut is deficient in one aspect she must be sure to make up for that in other ways. Some of a slut’s weaknesses are immediately apparent, such as in Taylor’s case here. Others only make themselves known through training."
Sarah could see the girl on her left crying, the tell-tale shrugging of the shoulders could be seen out of the corner of her eye. Even in her own predicament she still felt for the girl.
"Of course most other problems can be overcome through training. All three of a slut's holes can be well trained. But when they cannot a slut must be sure to direct attention away from these areas to minimise the disappointment that she may cause. What must never be changed is the permanent form of a slut. Breast augmentation is highly frowned upon, if someone prefers bigger tits then a new whore should be found. Of course your owners may feel differently but the Harkwood influence is not inconsiderable. Temporary enhancement is something we will discuss in a few weeks.
"Mitchell and Taylor you can go through the door at the rear of the room and wheel in the chair you will find. It fits across the platform so I want it positioned to face the class."
The two girls stepped carefully down from the platform and hurried through the rows of seated girls and out the back. Sarah watched them wheel the gynaecological chair into the room, the mere sight of it bringing back the humiliating physical she had undergone only a day ago. A day! It seemed like a year to Sarah. It seemed impossible that such a short period of time had elapsed.
"Move it to the edge of the platform, position the front and back sets of legs either side and leave it there. Take your seats."
Sarah watched as the two naked girls went back to their stools, both glancing longingly at their uniforms, still in two small neat piles on the teacher’s lounge. They sat at attention, Sarah now able to see how fetching the seated attention position was. It provided the girl with great posture and yet it showed off her tits and pussy without seeming crude.
"Before we have our first lesson in basic hygiene we will touch on some physiological reactions. We mentioned before that the blush response is quite a common response. But it is an example of a physiological response that can be trained out of a slut’s behaviour. Most sluts do not blush, as what reason do they have to feel shame or embarrassment, unless of course they have failed their owner in some way. This slut," Miss Rice swung her cane and poked Sarah in the ribs, "blushes simply because she is naked. Charming to be sure. Most of the responses we will be dealing with in this class though are true slut responses. Some of these are purely physiological and others are behavioural. The difference? Observe."
At this the teacher rested the cane against her lounge and stepped up on the platform next to Sarah. The frightened girl’s eyes grew wide and frantically searched the faces of her classmates. What she was searching for she had no idea. Some form of solace that no girl of Trinity house could possibly provide?
Sarah felt the teacher’s finger touch her lips. She obediently opened her lips slightly, only to feel the finger penetrate gently into her mouth. She closed her lips around the finger and sucked softly upon it.
"That is evidence of a behavioural response. As a slut should, she welcomed my finger into her mouth. See how she is suckling it. A slut's mouth longs to be filled and a great amount of comfort is found in this. See how the slut has calmed down. A slut yearns constantly to have her holes filled with cock, but any substitute can provide the calming influence almost as well."
Sarah was amazed as she listened to Miss Rice talk about her. The woman was overwhelmingly sensuous: her movements, the warmth of her body, the way she spoke, even her sweet earthy smell had a carnal appeal. Sarah could not believe what she had heard but she was the evidence. She had calmed down as she suckled on her teacher's finger. The pressure of the finger on her tongue and the feel of her lips as they encircled the feminine digit had made her forget her fear of moments ago.
"Now observe a physiological response over which the slut has no control."
Sarah's head tilted forward slightly as the finger was withdrawn from her mouth. She hadn't meant to do it and she was instantly horrified at herself. How could she have done that? She had no time to contemplate her behaviour as Miss Rice moved behind her, caressing her body. The soft, warm hands flowed around Sarah's body, cupping her breasts from behind, thumbs flicking across her nipples. She felt them move down her body, fingers barely touching her hips, the feathery touch moving across her ass and down her thighs.
Sarah lost focus on her surroundings. She had never felt anything like this before. Her mind was trying to bring her back to reality. To bludgeon her with the truths that she was not a slut, she was not a lesbian but these thoughts faded quickly as the sensations from her body overwhelmed her.
She let out a soft groan as the teachers hot, moist mouth closed over her left nipple. Instantly both nipples stiffened fully. Miss Rice smiled as she felt the nipple harden in her mouth. How easy this girl was, how much she reminded her of herself at that age. How much fun it would be training this girl to fully realise what she so obviously was.
"The nipples hardening as a response to sexual desire is a physiological response that everyone has, both male and female alike. In a slut it is much more pronounced, occurring with minimal stimulation, often with no physical contact but merely by the slut's thoughts.
"Now the response we saw on this slut was excellent. The nipples hardened extremely quickly and hardened to their fullest extent almost instantly. Your nipples will harden in cold weather and this is a similar response to goosebumps, due to a hardening of tiny muscle fibres. A slut's nipples will also harden during physical activity, such as during your gym work. This is due to the physical activity being a reminder of sexual exertion and the nipples harden as if stimulated sexually."
Sarah tried to listen to Miss Rice teach. She could still feel the warmth of her teacher’s mouth on her nipple and she longed for it to happen again. She knew it was wrong, knew it deep in her heart, but she wanted it. She was dismayed by the way the teacher had stopped so abruptly once the response she wanted had been achieved. As if such an intimate act meant nothing.
"The natural state for a slut's nipples is to be hard. Sexual activity is always at the forefront of any slut's consciousness. As your training progresses this will be held as one of your cardinal truths. You may feel at times that your body is betraying you, but by not embracing the fundamental state of being it is you who are betraying your body."
Miss Rice reached out and pinched Sarah's nipples gently, twisting the hard pink nubs, causing Sarah to groan. Again the petite schoolgirl was transported into an ecstasy she had not imagined. She had never felt this way when masturbating. This tightness in her belly, the weakness in her legs, the light-headed, almost dizzy feeling.
"Can anyone tell me the other slut response that sexual stimulation will produce?"
Sarah gasped as the teacher ceased the attention of her nipples and addressed the class. How could she keep stopping like it was nothing? Sarah needed it to continue. The humiliation of being naked had been forgotten. The shame of being aroused in front of seventeen other girls had not even occurred to the longing teen, her focus directed inwards, the sensations in her body consuming her thoughts.
"Murphy?"
"The pussy becoming moist Ma'am."
Sarah snapped out of her sexual dreamstate at the sound of her friend's sweet Irish lilt, where she was and what she was doing came crashing in upon her. Her face burned with shame. She was disgusted with herself. How? She had acted like some lesbian whore, some kind of sex addict. She lowered her eyes to the floor, knowing that she was breaking position but unable to care.
"Correct Murphy. The cunt of a slut produces juices due to sexual arousal. This helps lubrication. Porter, attention. Infraction for disobedience."
Sarah snapped her eyes forward, disappointed at herself for displeasing her teacher. The disappointment warred with her shame. She had no tears left. She felt like she would die at any moment. What was her life becoming? What was she becoming?
"Now where was I Porter?"
"Um you were talking about the juices a slut's cunt produces Ma'am," Sarah replied meekly.
"Yes, each slut produces their own style of cunt-juice. Some slut’s juice is thin and watery, others produce a thicker, whiter substance, very much like cum in appearance and or course we everything in between. Each slut smells different and each slut tastes different. Porter, wheel the table over to the middle of the platform and get on it," directed the teacher.
Sarah did as she was told, glad for any distraction from standing there listening to Miss Rice teach. She pulled the strange chair until it reached the middle of the platform and climbed over the side. As she slid over the chair and faced the class, the full realisation of what she was doing hit her. She had tried to put it out of her mind as long as she could, but she could no longer escape it.
The anxious schoolgirl sat on the table, her legs dangling between the stirrups. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the humiliation she knew was to come. As her legs spread she heard some soft titters from the girls in front of her. She knew what they were reacting to. As her legs came apart, strings of sticky moisture could be clearly seen connecting her thighs. As she lifted her legs into the stirrups she heard another round of muted noise from her classmates.
"Exactly," cried Miss Rice. "This is what we call cream. Cuntcream of pussycream or plain cream. Not all sluts cream so this is fortuitous for our first lesson."
Sarah felt disgusted as she heard her teacher describe the state of her pussy. As she had spread her legs her pussylips had opened slightly, showing the class the dollop of thick white cream that had collected at the entrance to her vagina. She had always thought it was normal for all girls to have their pussy produce this. To have produced this from the attentions of her female teacher confused and terrified her. What if she really was a lesbian? Really, that’s the biggest worry right now, the forlorn girl chastised silently.
"Now let's get you settled and we can continue with our lesson," stated Miss Rice as she strapped the young girl’s legs into the stirrups.
Sarah winced as she felt something cold against her pussy. She watched, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, as her teacher scooped a sizable amount of thick white cream from her pussy. She watched as Miss Rice removed the spoon, a long string of sticky cream connecting the metal utensil and slit until finally it broke, leaving a thin wet trail from her pussy down onto the smooth plastic of the chair beneath.
"The cunt did not want to let that go," laughed Miss Rice. The sultry teacher bent down to Sarah's pussy, "do not worry little cunt, you can always make some more."
Sarah watched through newly forming tears as the teacher took the spoonful of her cream to Olsen. She did not think that anything could be worse than having the class see the evidence of her arousal, but being ridiculed for it made her want to shrink in on herself. If she was not strapped in she thought she may just have run from the room, punishment or not.
"Take her cream Olsen. Smell it, go on. Yes, breathe it in. That is the scent of a slut other than yourself. Each slut is different. This one has a very minor scent. It is a nice thick cream but with little pungency, which is quite different."
Sarah stared as Olsen lifted the spoon of cream under her nose and breathed in her scent. Olsen's eyes were tightly closed as she sniffed the white dollop.
"Now taste the slut's gift Olsen."
Sarah watched Olsen's eyes flicker open. They darted around the room, at her teacher, at Sarah strapped and spread before her. Sarah could feel she was almost in a panic.
"Just dip your tongue in Olsen, all the girls need to smell and taste Porter's cuntcream. Sluts must familiarise themselves with all scents and tastes. It is important to be able to recognise your owner or in fact anyone who uses you from any information available."
Sarah cringed as Olsen's tongue hesitantly edged out of her mouth towards the cream filled spoon. Just the very tip of the tongue darted into the thick white cream and then disappeared back inside her mouth.
"Olsen you could not have tasted that properly. Do you not want to learn Porter? Rest your tongue in the cream for three seconds. Then pass it along to the next girl. Once it reaches you Carew bring it to the front and give it to Porter. She should not miss out."
Sarah watched as each girl was passed the spoon, smelled and tasted her cream and passed it on. Most girls were clearly disgusted. She almost died when it was Murphy's turn, but her Irish friend looked Sarah straight in the eyes as she boldly stuck her tongue deep into the thick cream. She knew her friend was sending her a message, telling her to be strong but it did little to lessen the revulsion she felt with herself.
Taylor was the only girl to react differently. Sarah saw her almost revel in the scent from the spoon. And her tongue lingered in the thick liquid much longer than the three seconds. In fact Sarah was sure it flicked slightly from side to side. There was bound to be one Sarah thought. In a group of 18 girls there had to be one lesbian. Or maybe there were more, she was still very confused by the cause of her arousal.
Soon, too soon, Carew walked forward and handed the spoon to Sarah. The trembling teen knew what she had to do. She lifted the spoon to her nose and smelled herself, the subtle scent she knew but the taste would be something entirely different. She had never even thought to taste herself. She rested her tongue in her own cream, feeling the fresh tears slide down her cheeks.
'You can have it Porter," said Miss Rice as she placed a box on a stool she had set up next to the chair. She had been busy while the class taste tested Sarah's pussy.
Sarah held the spoon in confusion. How long was she supposed to hold it for? What was the point?
"Eat up Porter. All fluids are to be consumed. A slut must never forget that, clean up any mess that is made, whether it comes from you or someone else. This includes spit, cuntjuice and most importantly cum. You are never to waste a drop of cum. Cum is a slut's manna from heaven, it is the greatest gift that you will ever receive. A slut craves cum almost like an addiction."
Sarah listened to her teacher in horror. She was being told to eat her own juice. Eat something that came out of her pussy! The rest of the speech was almost lost on her as she stared at the pool of slimy liquid cupped before her. She looked at Miss Rice, who only smiled sweetly at her. The smile did something strange to Sarah. It calmed her and focused her thoughts. She didn't want Miss Rice to stop smiling. Right at that moment she could not bear it if Miss Rice stopped smiling.
Sarah popped the spoon in her mouth and poured her cream inside. She turned the spoon over and cleaned the concave side with her tongue as she withdrew it from her mouth, never taking her eyes from the sensuous curve of Miss Rice's smile.
"Thank you Ma'am," Sarah said, gratified as her teachers smile widened slightly.
"Good girl. Now we have to move on, there will be plenty of time to enjoy each other’s cuntcream. Our first basic lesson in hygiene is keeping a clean cunt. Now girls, cunt hair is an evolutionary relic. It serves no purpose, is unsightly and most importantly obstructs the view of a slut's holes.
"Now your owners may decide to style the hair on your mons but that is their prerogative. At Harkwood, Trinity cunts are kept clean. I know that many of you have quite filthy cunts at the moment and we will end this lesson by rectifying that. It is a slut's responsibility to keep her cunt clean. No excuses are accepted. Shaving is not acceptable as it leaves unsightly rashes and stubble. Some of your patrons may choose to permanently remove your cunt hair but for now you will learn how to wax your cunt and asshole."
Sarah had never thought of shaving or waxing her pussy. She had wanted her hair to grow thicker. She had always wanted to look less girlish and more like a woman. She had always been disappointed it was not thicker and now she was going to have it removed forever. She knew it was popular, called Brazilian waxing and she had never really understood the appeal but what Miss Rice had said did make a kind of sense to the teen.
"We use wax strips at Harkwood, hot wax is used more often when the cleaning is done by another. In future cases the first step is irrelevant but the cunthair should first be trimmed to allow the wax to take proper hold. Luckily we don't have to do this with Porter, her body is clearly striving for the natural slut state, see how sparse the hair is.
"These are cold strips, meaning we do not have to heat the wax first. Now Porter take this strip, now place the waxy side down onto your cunthair. Rub along the strip in the direction the hair is growing, making sure the wax adheres well to the hair, rub it a few times. That's right. Now grab the end of the strip that is furthest away and pull the strip up towards you. If you look at your cunthair it grows down so you wax against the grain. Put your other hand on the skin above the strip, pull the skin tight. Good, now pull hard and fast, one quick motion."
Sarah had followed all the teachers instructions without hesitation, doing her best to not only please her teacher but to get herself off this chair and out of this degrading position as quickly as possible, but now she hesitated for a moment. She grit her teeth and screwed up her face as she prepared to pull the strip back.
"Aaagh," Sarah yelped as she ripped the strip off her body, pulling her hair out by the roots. She had only managed to pull half the strip from her skin. At least half the length of the white strip was still connected to her body.
"Terrible, but it was a first try. You need to work with much more conviction. A slut must commit fully to every task she is set. The results of failing to do this are obvious. Try again.”
Sarah grit her teeth, took a deep breath and pulled on the strip with all her strength. She moaned pitifully through clenched teeth as the strip came away from her skin and dangled in her hand like some mangled animal.
“Look at how much hair is left behind, atrocious. Continue Porter. Refine your technique. Keep going until your cunt and asshole is clean. Make sure you press the wax hard into your skin, your first pass was weak. Now girls watch the way she is working the strip around. You use a strip for two or three passes, good passes not weak ones like the one we just saw."
Miss Rice continued to talk as Sarah worked the wax strips across her pussy, painfully pulling out more and more hair with each try. Her focus was totally on what she was doing. She didn't notice her teacher move around behind the chair until she felt her warm hands caressing her, gently stroking the hair back from her head.
Sarah yelped and gasped with each fresh pull but the tender stroking of the teacher helped her to deal with the pain, helped her to focus on doing a good job. It took her at least three attempts before she managed one good clean removal. She had always hesitated just that little bit, never fully committing to the action, and it had showed. She knew this was not going to stop until it was done properly, so she had grit her teeth and forged ahead.
"Rub your fingers over your cunt, make sure those areas are totally clean. One hair will earn an infraction," instructed Miss Rice as she continued to caress Sarah's forehead.
As Sarah finished one strip and reached for another she gingerly rubbed her fingers across the areas of her pussy she had waxed. She felt one or two tiny hairs that she could not see and made sure to remove those on her first pass with the new strip. In only a few more passes Sarah had completely denuded her pussy.
"Now girls watch as the slut moves down to the asshole. It is a little more difficult to reach on your own but you must learn how to do this yourselves. Often you may be given help but often you will not."
Sarah leant forward a little more to reach the area around her asshole, where the sparse, downy brown hair grew even less frequently. She wished Miss Rice would call her by name and not 'this slut', it made her feel cold and small as if she had no feelings at all. This was hair she would not miss but the humiliation of spreading her asscheeks further was no less for that. The young girl made quick work of the area around her asshole and hesitantly ran her fingers around her sphincter to make sure nothing remained.
"I am finished Ma'am," Sarah stated proudly, and with a little reticence as she knew it would mean that her teacher would stop her soothing attentions.
"That remains to be seen Porter."
The teacher moved in front of the trembling teenager and leaned over, her face extremely close to Sarah's pussy. Sarah watched as her teacher scrutinised her freshly waxed pussy, her face a mere inch away from the freshly smooth skin. After the visual inspection, Miss Rice began to slide two fingers across every inch of Sarah's pussy; her mons, her lips, the crease of each thigh before moving down to her asshole.
Sarah had begun to lose herself in the sensations caused by her teacher’s fingers. The tightening in her belly returned, her nipples hardened and her thighs tensed trying to close her legs on the fingers, prevented by the strap on each stirrup that kept her legs widely spread. Her whole body tensed and her asshole puckered as her teacher’s questing fingers slid over and around her tight pink sphincter.
"Good girl Porter. Slow but thorough. Now we wipe the cunt and asshole with a wetwipe that will remove any traces of wax and moisten the skin. Finally we rub a tiny amount of baby oil over the area to soothe and moisturise. Just a tiny drop on the tip of your index finger, smooth it around. We only want to moisten, not smother the cunt. If you need to use another drop then do so but only a drop at a time."
Sarah poured a small drop of oil on her finger and began to slowly spread it around her pussy, starting with her mons and moving her way down. She needed a number of drops to do the area properly and she was especially careful to touch her pussylips and clit with great care. She did not want anyone to suspect she was attempting to pleasure herself.
"Girls come up one by one and feel this slut's freshly cleaned cunt. See how red the skin is, you can see the tiny red dot of some of the nastier follicles. Once you have all felt how a clean pussy feels we will clean up the rest of those cunts."
Olsen stood up and moved between Sarah's spread legs. She reached out and placed two fingers on Sarah's smooth cunt, moving her fingers around, feeling for herself the evidence of a job worthy of her teacher’s praise. After a cursory feel she removed her fingers and moved to sit down.
"Olsen."
The girl turned back towards Sarah and saw Miss Rice's outstretched hand offering her the spoon that had contained Sarah's pussycream.
"The slut is still producing cream. I want each girl to check the slut's cunt when they have finished examining it. If there is cream, scoop it out and eat it. Savour the flavour and replace the spoon on the slut's belly. It is a terrible thing for a slut's cream to be wasted."
Olsen took the spoon and gently scraped up the small trickle of thick cream that was oozing from Sarah's pussy. There was enough to create a small pool in the bottom of the spoon, though not as much as Sarah had consumed. Olsen hesitantly moved the spoon to her mouth and in one quick motion emptied the slimy contents inside. She was not as thorough as Sarah had been with her own juices and a think string of moisture stretched from Olsen's mouth as she withdrew the spoon. It snapped and swung back onto the shamed schoolgirl’s chin, leaving a thin glistening line down from her lip. She placed the spoon on the reclining girl’s belly as it if was a dangerous spider and hurried back to her seat.
Sarah lay back on the chair, unable to move, and watched passively as the remaining girls of her class came up to feel her pussy. Her freshly waxed skin throbbed a little, but this tiny pain was nothing compared to the still present ache of the cane strokes on her bruised buttocks. The near constant attention of fingers over her pussy and ass kept her in a state of arousal, her pussy continuing to pump out the thick cream to feed her classmates. Her breathing had become rapid and shallow and the flush of desire had mottled her chest, neck and face.
The reactions of almost all the girls were identical: reluctance, shame and revulsion at having to consume the juices from her pussy. Murphy was different; her pretty Irish friend approached her purposefully, felt her smooth pussy and ass with tender affection. Sarah knew she was acting with such strength, showing silent solidarity with the tormented teen. As Murphy caressed her pussy, Sarah began to feel a need to play with her nipples. They had remained hard and they had become almost painfully so. As the attention continued the need became a compulsion and her hands balled into fists to prevent her from touching her the tight buds of flesh that tipped each breast.
The only other girl to react differently was Taylor, even the sneering Casta was reluctant despite her apparent bravado. It was Taylor who surprised Sarah, her actions cementing in Sarah's mind that she was a lesbian. The small breasted girl's fingers were questing, even slipping inside the wet pussy for an instant. Her touch was lingering where the other girls had been cursory and impersonal. Sarah could have sworn that Taylor had even shivered slightly as she swallowed a large spoonful of Sarah's cream.
When the last girl had finished fondling Sarah's pussy, when the last girl had used her as a teaching tool, Sarah realised that nine of her classmates had consumed her cream. Nine of her potential friends had eaten something from her body, from her most private of places. Did they hate her for producing the cream? Would she if the positions were reversed? Then again Miss Rice had said she was an unusual slut, that not many girls produced what she did.
Sarah bit her lip as she realised that she had just referred to herself in her own thoughts as a slut. Was she? She really didn't think so but she seemed to know the right things to say, things that a slut would think. Her body was definitely acting this way and her teachers had praised her for it. She was deeply confused. She knew it was wrong. She knew she had to get out of this school. But what could she do? She was going to be beaten again and simply for not keeping her eyes forward. What could she possibly do?
"We are running a little low on time girls, so I will be cleaning the rest of your cunts myself. I believe you have seen enough from Porter on self-technique but it will be valuable to see how it is done by someone with experience. Everyone undress, put your clothes on your stools and stand at attention until you are called up.
"Porter you can assist me in cleaning these cunts. Move it Olsen, you are next."
Miss Rice released the straps holding Sarah's ankles in the stirrups. Her legs had been spread wide for so long that they trembled and felt weak as she stepped off the chair. Her thighs actually felt strange not being spread so wide. She felt that if she lay down they would spring open on their own. The young gorl stood at attention next to the chair and waited as Olsen clambered up, taking the position Sarah had so recently vacated.
"Strap her in Porter."
Sarah looked to Olsen, pleading with her eyes, hoping that the frightened girl would forgive her. She lifted the unresisting teenager's legs into the stirrups and fastened the straps, locking her in place.
Sarah moved beside the chair again and waited, watching Miss Rice's every move. What had taken Sarah minutes was accomplished in a matter of moments by the more experienced teacher. Olsen breathed hard and yelped as the hair was ripped from her tender flesh and Sarah fought to stand still so great was her need to comfort the girl.
"Porter once they are clean, unstrap them, wipe and oil the cunt and asshole of each slut. They will step off the chair and Present on the platform where you stand."
Sarah immediately unstrapped the girl from the chair and brought the box of wipes and the oil to her side. Olsen scrambled off the chair and immediately moved to the present position, exposing her pussy and ass to Sarah's ministrations.
"When you are finished with them Porter, slap the ass and they will move to their seats and stand at attention, giving the oil a chance to dry."
As she wiped and oiled Olsen's pussy, the teacher called up the next girl. Miss Rice was so accomplished that Sarah had barely finished oiling Olsen's bare pussy when the next girl was ready. Sarah slapped Olsen's ass and the humiliated teen scrambled up and went back to her seat. Sarah shared the girl's humiliation. She was now being used to help demean her friends. Once again she was just a tool and nothing more.
The next ten minutes was a whirl of activity as the teacher waxed her classmates and Sarah cleaned and oiled them. It was not until Taylor was called up that there was a break in the process and she had a chance to think.
She had just fondled the pussies of numerous girls her age. She had never touched a girl like that before, never even thought about it. Her nipples were still hard, becoming a little more painful with each passing minute. She knew her own pussy was still wet, still producing her cream. She felt it on her thighs as she worked. The fact that none of the smooth teenage pussies presented to her had juiced like hers made her all the more conscious of her difference, made her feel separated from the other girls and it only deepened her shame. She was the only slut in the class who was sexually aroused.
"Now girls see this cunt, the dirtiest in the class. It is in a shocking state," Miss Rice commented as she pulled the thick thatch of hair on Taylor's mons. The skinny young girl had an extremely thick, dark triangle of hair between her legs and around her asshole. The hair was even growing well into the crease to either side of her pussy.
"We are going to have to trim this forest back before the wax can get in there. Taylor you have earned one infraction for letting your cunt get into this state. It would be two but the juice you are producing is indicating that the slut is not entirely bad, just lazy."
Sarah saw what Miss Rice was talking about. The hair around the entrance to Taylor's pussy was sopping wet, matted together in a veritable swamp of pussy juice. There was no evidence of the cream that Sarah had but it was clear to the whole class that Taylor was deeply aroused.
The buzzing of the electric clippers filled the room as Miss Rice began to trim back the long, thick hair from between the girl's widespread legs. Tears were already running down the slim schoolgirl’s cheeks. The rich triangle of hair between her legs had always been her badge of womanhood. Her breasts were small and her slim figure had always made her seem more girlish than her 16 years. Now it was being taken away from her. She felt this was worse than having the collar locked around her neck. Something was being taken away from her, something much more tangible than freedom. This was something key to her identity, integral to the way she saw herself.
Sarah watched as the clippers trimmed back the hair. When the teacher had finished and reached for the wax strips, she thought that the girl's pussy already looked much better. She could not help but agree that a smooth and clean sex looked much better: more feminine, more sexy and much tidier. Did that thought make her a slut?
The transformation between Taylor's legs was like night and day. Miss Rice had quickly removed the stubble and left behind a gleaming, smooth area. From her close vantage point Sarah could see a number of little tiny droplets of blood on the skin. That hair must have been in there good, she thought.
"Before this slut gets oiled, everyone come out here and smell this cunt. Get some experience in the differences between sluts. We are very lucky in our first lesson to have two sluts juice up so well. You will notice that Taylor has the more common variety of cuntjuice: clear, much less viscous, less creamy and more watery in nature."
Olsen, as the first girl, moved between Taylor's spread legs and leaned in towards her smooth, red pussy. She breathed in the scent, noticing the much stronger odour.
"Lick. Taste as well. Start at the opening of the cunt and lick to the top of the slit. File that taste away, lick three times to ensure you have it. Really get that tongue in contact with those fat cuntlips."
Olsen's tongue quivered as it neared the spread girl's plump labia, the bright lights of the schoolroom causing the newly smooth lips to glisten. There was a moment's hesitation as she breathed in, steeling herself for the degrading task she had been told to perform, inhaling the strong scent of Taylor's pussy as an unexpected by-product.
Taylor moaned as the hot wet tongue made contact with her pussy, made all the more sensitive by the recent waxing. As each girl in the class tasted Taylor's pussy, her arousal increased. Her chest heaved as she struggled for breath, her face and neck coloured deeply, her eyes glazed as her body succumbed to the pleasure that was steadily rising within her. Her thighs trembled, unable to close or even move.
Sarah was standing only feet away, watching the pretty young teen lose herself in the sexual feelings. Her hands were clasped tightly together behind her back and she realised with shame that her hips had begun to move back and forward in tiny circles. She caught herself and stood still, horrified that she had reacted in this way, terrified that any of her classmates had seen her.
"Porter, your turn."
Sarah stepped in front of the strapped down teen struggling for breath. Without any hesitation she licked the exposed pussy three times. She did not linger but nor did she rush through it. Her teacher had placed some importance on learning scents and tastes and she knew this was not an idle indulgence.
Well that settles it, she thought. I am not a lesbian. That pussy was definitely not to my taste. Surely lesbians love the taste of pussy? It was a true solace for Sarah to think this way. She had been shocked and dismayed by the growing realisation that she might be a slut but the confusion over the way her body had reacted to the touch of a woman was now put to rest. It was a great relief.
As she resumed her position next to the chair, the taste of Taylor's pussy strong in her mouth, she watched as Miss Rice leant down between Taylor's legs and began to eat her pussy. This was no mere licking. Sarah and Taylor were the only ones to be able to see what was going on but her teacher's whole mouth had enveloped the slim girl’s delicate pink lips.
Taylor's reaction was immediate. Her hands flew to her breasts, kneading them, caressing her nipples. Moans escaped her mouth as she threw back her head in ecstasy. Sarah hoped that Taylor would get her hands off her chest before the teacher saw. It took a mammoth effort of will for Sarah not to follow Taylor's example and fondle her own breasts.
"Casta," called Miss Rice as she stood up from between the moaning girl's legs.
Porter immediately unstrapped the prone teen, hoping to distract both her teacher and Taylor from the sight of the girl fondling herself. She had not been told not to, but Sarah was sure it was not allowed. She looked at Miss Rice who was looking at Taylor and licking her lips. Sarah hurried her off the chair and made sure the dazed girl adopted the correct present position.
"Now class look at this. Here is a slut who has tried to embrace her nature but simply failed in execution."
Sarah looked at Casta as Miss Rice secured the straps across her ankles, ensuring her legs would remain spread widely during the waxing. Sarah had seen the young French girl’s pussy from a distance, in the showers. She had been shaved but since being at Harkwood she had obviously not had access to a razor and the stubble had begun to grow back. It must have been rather itchy and uncomfortable Sarah thought.
"Fortunately the hair is long enough to be removed but here is evidence enough why shaving is so undesirable. It looks terrible and it feels disgusting," said the teacher as she rubbed her hand across the French girl's exposed vulva. It did not last long however. Miss Rice proceeded to denude the prickly pussy as Sarah oiled Taylor's still wet one.
It was not long before every cunt in the class was clean and smooth. Sarah looked out from her vantage point on the platform at her classmates arrayed before her, naked, more naked now than they had been when they started. She glanced at the bare pussies she could see and imagined what her own must look like. As she stood at attention and looked out at the class she noticed that most every girl was looking at her. Not just at her but between her legs. Sarah began to feel extremely self-conscious. She already felt horribly vulnerable, nothing that had happened had yet managed to lessen her attitude to her own nudity.
Miss Rice soon noticed the class seemed to be collectively focused on Sarah's pussy. She moved around from beside the chair and looked at what was so mesmerising. Sarah was unsure what to feel when she saw the sultry lips of her teacher curve into the sensual smile that she so longed to see.
"Ah now that's a good little slut. Yes girls, the slut has kept producing her cream all this time. Good girl Porter. I am aware that you will probably never have seen this before and it is only fair that you do. Carefully lean forward and look at your pussy."
Sarah was a little worried at what she would find. Miss Rice was very pleased with her though so she knew it could not be a bad thing. The pretty teen carefully leaned forward, bending at the waist, and looked between her legs. Dangling from her pussylips was a thick string of her cream, almost two inches long. It was swinging slightly as she moved.
Sarah bit her lip to stifle the sobs. She no longer cared that her teacher was pleased with her. She was ashamed but more than that she worried what the other girls would think of her. Miss Rice had already said she was an unusual slut for producing such thick pussy cream but now, after standing at attention, it was oozing out of her, visible to everyone.
"Porter straighten up and spread your legs wider, very gently. Just shuffle them, heel then toe. Good girl."
Sarah was now standing with her legs spread almost three feet apart. She could not see but she imagined the string of cuntcream swaying and swinging as she inched her feet wider. The tormented girl hoped whatever was going to happen would happen quickly. Her thighs were already straining to hold the uncomfortable position.
Miss Rice disappeared behind Sarah. She could hear movement but she stayed true to her brief training and looked straight ahead. She was looking at the clock on the back wall, noticing it was only minutes away from the end of period when she felt a tickling of her thighs. It felt like... hair. Sarah's eyes opened wide as she felt a hot breath between her legs.
"You may watch Porter."
Sarah's gaze instantly flew to the open space between her legs. Miss Rice was leaning backwards between her legs, the top half of her face visible beneath Sarah’s freshly denuded mound. The flustered teen locked eyes with her teacher and watched as Miss Rice opened her mouth and raised it towards Sarah's pussy. Upwards rose the supine teacher's mouth enveloping the long string of hanging cream until lips met lips and the questing tongue sought out the cream at its source.
Sarah moaned as contact was made, her eyes remained locked with the mesmerising green eyes of her teacher. She had never felt anything like this, her whole body shivered but she could not look away. A pulse of heat burst through her chest into her nipples and wave after wave of almost overwhelming pleasure crashed through her pussy. Masturbating was nothing like this, even when she flicked her button it did not feel like this. But this was her teacher. Teacher’s weren’t supposed to do this. Not even here, at this school that was so wrong. The young girl felt disconnected from reality, as if time and space was somehow disjointed.
As suddenly as it began, the ecstasy was over. Sarah groaned in despair as Miss Rice moved out from beneath her and appeared standing in front of the gasping schoolgirl. She could see her teacher moving her tongue within her mouth and imagined her cream swirling around her teachers delicate pink tongue, the tongue that so recently had been on her, inside her.
"Now girls I hope you were watching. The slut was clearly approaching orgasm. No slut is allowed to come without permission. An immediate detention is earned for each orgasm. Porter is a good slut, especially considering she is untrained and a virgin."
Sarah was instantly wrenched from the pleasurable daydream she had lost herself in, reliving the sensations of her teachers mouth on her pussy, trying desperately to hold on to the ecstasy she had felt as her teacher sucked the cream from her cunt. She came crashing down as she realised that now the whole class knew she was a virgin. She heard the whispering gasps as her classmates reacted to the announcement.
"She is highly sexual, almost coming from a mere touch on her pussy. A slut needs to learn that her pleasure is not important and it is a gift to be treasured and cherished if granted. The fact that she is such an easily aroused slut may make her training a little more strenuous but she should be proud of it nonetheless. Proud of yourself Porter?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied in a daze. She was trying to take everything in but she felt so conflicted.
"Explain your pride to the class."
"Ma'am I am proud that I am a natural slut and that this pleases you Ma'am."
"Good girl Porter, surrender to your instincts. Feeling pride, and taking satisfaction in, the pleasure of your betters is second nature to you that much is obvious. Attention. Now all girls dress and take your seats."
Sarah thankfully straightened up and left the platform to retrieve her clothes and dress herself. Was it so obvious, her feelings of pride. She definitely felt them. She almost glowed inside when her teacher smiled at something she had done. When she spoke to the seductive Miss Rice she was sincere, more than she had ever been in her life. She hardly even thought about what she was saying. The words seemed to just tumble from her mouth.
"You must remember girls that 'pride cometh before the fall'. While it is the way a slut will feel simply due to what she is, it is not acceptable to indulge such thoughts as this redirects the focus inwards and a slut’s focus should always be outwards. Feelings of pride, satisfaction and even pleasure in service are to be accepted as simply a facet of your nature, like your need to indulge your craving for sexual release or your desire to satisfy this need in others.
"Think on this girls. Search your feelings as your training continues. The true depths of your personalities will become increasingly apparent to you. They are already transparent to your teachers, trainers and owners, it is why you are here. It is obvious to those who have experience, those who know what to look for. It could not be more obvious if slut or whore was written across your foreheads.
"Of course some are further along than others. Porter has already begun to embrace the essence of who she is. Every slut here will graduate from Harkwood. Every slut in this room will leave Harkwood and provide a valuable contribution to society and a long life of pleasure and servitude to her owner. This is not in question. The journey however is up to each and every slut herself."
Sarah sat on her stool, listening to her teacher speak. She felt the truth of the words but somehow, for some reason she could not quite accept them in the way that she knew Miss Rice thought she had. She felt much better now that she was no longer naked. She still burned with the humiliation she had endured during the class, but it was tinged with the pleasure that lingered from her contact with Miss Rice and the protection she gained from her uniform made her feel secure and more herself.
She felt terrible that she did not feel the way Miss Rice wanted her to. She longed to confess it to her but she was terrified of making her unhappy, afraid that she would not see her teacher smile at her again. That was something she simply could not bear. The bell sounded.
"Run along to lunch girls. I will see you again this afternoon."
Sarah's heart missed a beat as she heard this. She would see Miss Rice again today. She almost skipped as she followed Murphy out of the room. The annoying beep of the scanner in her ear made her frown but not even that degradation could totally dampen the happiness she felt knowing she would see the mesmerising teacher again so soon.
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