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Chapter 19. In which Sarah begins a new regime
Sarah's face still stung as the class moved off to begin their next lesson. She had performed dismally during her first gym class and had been almost as bad as during her dance class. It seemed as is the physical classes would be her weakness. Thinking on this made Sarah a little nervous. So much of being a slut was physical. The next time she saw Miss Harper she would confess these fears to her in the hope that she could help with her training outside of class time.
They did not have to wait outside the gym this time. Miss Vonn was waiting for them and simply waved the anxious schoolgirls. Sarah had forgotten the correct procedure for setting up a gym class but fortunately Olsen had remembered and had moved into position on the red line once she had scanned her tag. Cox and Murphy had followed, making it easy for Sarah to set herself up an arm's length to the right from her friend. Sarah was a little ashamed that she felt so grateful she was not the leading girl. It was really a form of laziness, allowing her to not have to think about her responsibilities.
"Sluts, ten squats, ten lunges each leg, ten crunches, ten pushups."
SPREEP
Sarah had forgotten how much she hated the sound of that whistle. She immediately began her squats, lowering her ass to the floor and spreading her legs wide with each repetition. She imagined she could feel the seam of her panties push further up between her pussylips as she exercised. Whether this was actually happening or just her imagination she couldn't know, it simply made her more conscious of the revealing, sexual nature of her brief uniform, more conscious of the fact that though she was exercising she was actually performing for a superior.
Sarah was acutely aware that even these simple exercises that people did everyday were so much different for her. A slut really never just did anything. A slut was always performing for her superiors and therefore everything a slut did was sexual. It was her duty to embrace and accentuate that sexuality to please her owner or her teachers. She focused on her exercises, unable now to stop thinking about how her pussy looked as she lunged forward or how her breasts moved as she performed her crunches. It was not until it was time for her to finish the warm-up routine with her pushups that she thought about anything else. A slight hint of doubt crept into her thoughts. She had failed at doing the pushups the day before. Today her body was sore from the previous day’s efforts and her energy was already much drained thanks to the multiple orgasms forced upon her in biology.
Sarah was proud that she had kept up with her classmates as they progressed through the series of exercises. A number of girls had already started the pushups but Sarah was definitely in the middle pack. Beads of sweat had already formed across her body, the strain of the warm-up exercises taking their toll on the unfit teen. She lowered herself to the floor, took a moment to steady herself and get her breathing straight and began her pushups. Not only her did her arms ache but she could feel the strain in the muscles behind her breasts each time she raised herself from the floor. Sarah amazed herself, performing nine pushups before she began to struggle. She held her body off the floor, arms straight, as she steeled herself for the final one.
She sensed a movement in front of her and knew that Miss Vonn was not standing, watching her. Sarah grit her teeth, determined to make this final pushup on her first attempt. She really wanted to show Miss Vonn that simply being a good slut, obedient and dedicated to her training was all the motivation she needed. With a deep intake of breath Sarah lowered herself quickly to the floor, her tits squashing themselves against the hard surface. Sarah exhaled violently as she strove to push herself off the floor. Her arms trembled and her body shook with the effort but she managed to straighten up and complete her set.
Sarah moved quickly back to her feet and back to attention. She had finished her pushups with a small smile of triumph on her face, a smile that had been quickly dashed as she realised that she was the last girl to finish. She had definitely improved but she was still the last in the class.
"Sluts, this is how we will begin each lesson. From now on as soon as you hear the whistle you will begin. What I just witnessed was a highly undisciplined display. You perform as a class. I want to see all sluts begin and end each exercise together. So the onus is on those slack sluts that are holding the class back - Porter, Taylor and Mitchell. You will all return after class and makeup the time difference between the first and last girls finishing."
Sarah's heart sank. She had just caused her entire class to sacrifice yet more of their after class time. Sarah didn't really know what her classmates did with their time after class as she had been preoccupied yesterday but she knew how important it was to practice what they had learnt. She felt terrible that she was in some way detrimentally affecting her classmates training.
"The next part of each lesson will be a yoga session. Yoga is an ancient discipline designed to help sluts perform their sexual duties. It has been modified over time to allow anyone to experience the benefits of greater core strength, greater flexibility and excellent muscle tone. No one, however, benefits as much from yoga as a slut will.
"You will be learning two types of yoga that work in concert to help your bodies be pleasing to your owners. Ki yoga is a form of yoga that is more dynamic while hatha yoga focuses more on control. We will be alternating these classes week to week. Collect a mat from the end of the room and return to your position here. Unroll your mat and stand upon it. Go."
The class scrambled to the end of the room and collected the thin rolled up mats that rested in a small pyramid against the wall. Sarah felt the mat as she unrolled it on the hard wooden floor. It was very thin, not quite an inch, and made of a spongy plastic. She tipped her mat over, so the curled ends rested against the floor and stood upon it.
"Mitchell. How the fuck do you expect to use that mat? Look at every other girl in the class. Now fix it." Sarah risked a glance at Mitchell . She stood at attention on her mat, which had rolled up at each end, the rolls now resting against her legs. Sarah felt sorry for her. She knew the teen tried hard, it was just that she truly wasn’t very smart.
Mitchell, humiliated by her stupidity, stepped off her mat and turned it over. Her face had turned bright red and tears had formed in her eyes. She was in constant fear that her lack of intelligence would earn her infractions. She could try and be a better slut, train hard and embrace her new life, as she had vowed to Porter and Murphy, but she couldn't get smarter. It was one of those weaknesses that could not be trained out that Miss Watson had mentioned. She would simply have to try harder at other things.
"During the yoga sessions you are to watch me for guidance on each position. Then you perform it. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am," chorused the class, the echo reverberating around the large, empty hall.
The next twenty minutes was filled with weird positions that stretched Sarah's body in ways she could not have imagined. After only three positions her breathing became laboured and her muscles began twitching. She was simply not used to moving her body in this way. When Miss Vonn blew her whistle to stop Sarah felt like collapsing on her mat and sleeping for a week. Instead she stood at attention and waited for further orders, her chest heaving and sweat running down her face. A few strands of hair had come loose from her ponytail and now sat plastered to the side of her face.
There had been no respite during the yoga. Miss Vonn had them move between positions without a break. Each position was different but Sarah could see, and feel, some similarities as the class progressed. She had never thought yoga was so hard, or that it could leave her sweaty and breathless.
Finally, during the yoga session, her pussy had stopped burning. The cream had, at last, begun to lose its potency. Sarah was glad when she felt the sensation lessen to the point that she almost did not think about it. She had learnt her lesson, she would remain aware of her pussy at all times and be sure that it was used correctly, to serve her superiors, not to selfishly provide her with pleasure.
"Roll your mats and return them. Our next session is cardio based. Each of you collect a small wheel and return."
A wheel? It was not until Sarah had returned her rolled mat and saw the small pile of wheels that she understood. She was sure they had not been there before, or was she simply so focused on the task given her that she had not noticed them. She picked up one of the contraptions and scrutinised it as she returned to her position. It consisted of a rubber wheel around eight inches in diameter and two small handles that protruded from each side.
"Place your wheels at your feet and proceed to the drinks bench." Sarah did as instructed and stood at attention in front of the bench that held eighteen drink bottles, each topped with a clear nipple to ensure the sluts did not gorge themselves on the precious liquid. "Drink."
Sarah eagerly reached for her bottle and began suckling the teat immediately. She easily settled into the rhythm that allowed her to extract the maximum amount of moisture in the time they were allowed. All too soon, Miss Vonn ordered them back to their places but Sarah was happy in the knowledge she had sucked at least three substantial mouthfuls from her bottle. She had still blushed with the humiliation of having to suckle a baby bottle for her water but she tried her best to focus on the task instead. She was slightly troubled to admit to herself that she definitely felt calmer and a real sense of contentment washed over her when she had the long nipple in her mouth.
"Back to position. You will start this session by pushing your wheel across the room. Keep those asses in the air. A steady pace is what needs to be achieved, too fast and you risk injury, too slow and you risk punishment. The correct pace will become clear as you progress."
SPREEP
Sarah lowered her wheel to the floor, gripped the handles and began to push it across the gym floor. The wheel did not run easily. The stiffness forced Sarah to push with her entire body to force the wheel across the polished wooden floor. She had to keep her ass pushed high into the air to maintain the force needed to keep the wheel moving. The strain upon her arms and legs was felt immediately. Her thighs began to burn before she had even reached the far wall once. She dared a look as she turned around and noticed that she was the first girl to have reached the far side. Had she gone too fast?
As she bent over again, creating a pleasing arch of teenage flesh, Sarah realised that maybe she had been first, and continued to do so, because she was shorter than all the other girls and this made it slightly easier for her to do this one exercise. She made her way back across the gymnasium, conscious of the seam in her panties slipping up between her pussylips. She had thought the squats had squeezed the seam tightly between her plump lips but the motion of pushing the wheel with her ass in the air forced her lips apart.
The panting teen also was sure she could feel a slight squelching in the crotch of her panties. Was she still producing cream? Was the act of pushing the wheel pushing her lips together at the same time her panties were forcing them apart? Was the cream caught in her panties squeezing out of her, churning at the entrance of her pussy? Would she find pussy butter in her panties when she removed them? Sarah actually giggled at her own joke as she continued to push her stiff wheel across the gym.
She may have continued to lead the class, but she was struggling with each step she took. The unusual exercise was taking its toll on her tired body. Her breathing was ragged and sweat ran in streams down her body. Her nipples were ferociously hard and had begun to itch, something she had never experienced before. She was dying to rub them, she was desperate to alleviate the strange sensation that she would have even preferred to wear her blouse, the rubbing across her nipples would have been a welcome distraction for once.
The schoolgirls completed six laps pushing the small wheels, each one becoming more ragged than the last, filling the room with the heavy, panting of eighteen young girls pushing their bodies to the limit. Upon completion of the sixth, Miss Vonn called a halt and had them hold the wheels above their heads. Sarah had not finished first, her lack of conditioning was more telling than the slight advantage her short stature had afforded her. But neither was she last, an achievement for which she felt more proud than she knew she should. She had gone from being a student who was always first in her class to one who was proud that she was not last. Her life had changed in so many ways.
"Sluts, we have reached the midpoint of the cardio session so a small break is in order. Lower the wheels behind your head until they touch against your neck. Do this slowly but do not allow the wheel to rest. As soon as contact is made, raise the wheel. Continue this during the brief rest period."
Rest period? Free period? She knew she was silly for thinking it but she wished the terminology used could sometimes be better. She could feel the burn in her triceps as she raised and lowered the wheel while she was 'resting'. Her breathing was given a chance to slow down and her heart rate was no longer pounding so fiercely in her chest but even when she was supposed to be resting she was at the mercy of the tasks set by her superiors.
Sarah counted twelve reps of the tricep exercise before Miss Vonn called a halt to the rest and informed them of their next task. For the remainder of the cardio session they would simply run laps with the wheel above their heads. This turned out to be slightly harder than Sarah had initially expected.
The wheel affected her balance and became impossibly heavy very quickly. Miss Vonn was at the ready with any extra motivation the girls needed to continue correctly. Sarah received a sharp shock to her right armpit that caused her to almost drop her wheel on her own head. She quickly recovered and doubled her efforts to run faster and keep in touch with Murphy, ashamed that she had needed the extra motivation. Each time Miss Vonn shocked her it meant she was underperforming and each time the motivation caused her to performance to increase she knew she had let Miss Vonn down, not having tried hard enough on her own.
When the strict gym teacher called a halt to the laps and instructed the girls to return their wheels, Sarah was a gasping mess. Her bra and panties were soaked with sweat. Rivulets of the salty liquid ran down her face and side, tickling her maddeningly. She could taste the humid tang that coated her upper lip and tried not to lick it.
The instruction came again to drink and Sarah thankfully sucked her bottle for the sweet, cool water. All too soon she was told to halt. She could have suckled at that tiny teat all day long, not only because she was thirsty and needed to replace the fluids she was losing but because of how safe and content it made her feel.
"Attention," Miss Vonn bellowed. "We are only two thirds of the way through our lesson and you are standing like a pack of slovenly bitches. Anyone would think you had run a marathon."
Miss Vonn then proceeded to move down the line of girls, shocking each one on her inner thigh or exposed breast. Sarah had been standing at strict attention but that had not stopped Miss Vonn from shocking her thigh. She had caused extra time after class for her housemates so it was only fair she be punished for the wrongdoing of someone else.
"For the remaining time in this lesson you will be circuit training. Two lines. Quickly! When I tell you to move you move quicker than that. Follow me."
Miss Vonn led the girls into the room filled with fitness equipment that was attached to the gymnasium. This was the first time Sarah would have a chance to really see what the room held. Previously she had only been allowed to move through the room on her way to the gymnasium, risking quick glances as she hurried by. There were whole banks of machines in this room, many of which she was familiar with. It was as well appointed as any fancy fitness club, maybe even better so as the equipment all looked brand new.
"There are five stations to experience in this session: bikes, rowing, step, boxing and running. Four minutes will be spent at each station. The machines are all set for four minute intervals, once the activity is started. Sluts are in groups of six. Each station has its own requirements.
"The spin bikes have a minimum rpm that is expected. When you have achieved this the display will light green. If you fall below it will display red. Two seconds of red and the machine will beep and you will be motivated. Rowing has a minimum speed expected, step has a minimum number of steps and running has a minimum speed. At the boxing station there is a minimum number of strikes you need to achieve in the allotted time. Disappointing results will incur infractions.
"Sluts one to six, start on the bikes. Sluts seven to twelve begin on the step machines and sluts 13 to 18 begin on the running machines. When I indicate, step onto your machines and hit the start button."
SPREEP
Sarah stepped up to the bike she had chosen, sat on the small plastic seat and slotted her feet into the straps on each pedal. She quickly hit the start button only to see the display instantly flash a row of red zeroes. She began pedalling furiously, trying to get the display to show green instead of the dreaded red. The wheel beneath her flew, blowing a welcoming breeze back upon her young, sweaty body, cooling her searing skin. It took her a good 15 seconds to achieve the correct speed.
The next four minutes were a whirlwind of burning pain. Sarah did not even think about her classmates struggling to keep their own revs up and displays green, nor did she think about her classmates who worked at the other stations. Her entire world consisted of her burning thighs, her burning lungs and the small coloured light display before her. For almost a minute Sarah kept the display green. She tried to focus on her breathing as best she could but she was soon panting desperately.
Sweat dripped from her nose and chin onto the steel frame of the machine below. When the display finally turned red, as Sarah knew it must, she pedalled even more desperately. Instantly the display flashed green, the beautiful safe green. What she had to try and do was keep her speed just above the minimum but not too far above. She could not tire herself out on the very first exercise. She heard a beep from one of the machines beside her and instinctively increased her speed. The beep was soon followed by a squeal as Miss Vonn shocked the offending girl. Before Sarah knew it, the room was full of beeps and the display on her machine went dark.
"Next station sluts," cried Miss Vonn.
Sarah scrambled off her bike and wasted no time in moving to a rowing machine. She had never used one of these machines before but she understood the principle. She was a little worried how she would perform on this machine more than any other. She sat herself down, slid her feet into the straps and pressed the start button.
As before the display flashed red and panting teen grabbed both handles and began to row. Her first few strokes were clumsy but Sarah soon got the hang of pulling the stylised oars and pushing with her legs. She was soon moving smoothly and managed to finally get up to speed and turn the display green, managing to keep the pace for less than a minute. There had been no break between stations and her already laboured breathing became increasingly ragged. Her heart pounded in her chest and her arms began to flag. The felt like wet noodles and she couldn’t quite fathom where the strength was coming from to keep them from flopping at her sides.
The display moved red and even though Sarah tried her best, it was not so easy to increase the speed on this machine. Almost the instant her machine beeped, agony exploded in her side. Miss Vonn had to have been directly behind her, waiting for her to fail. Sarah supposed it had been obvious that she was struggling and tried frantically to re-establish her rhythm. She felt she was almost there when Miss Vonn shocked her again, this time in the soft flesh on the outside of her armpit.
The pain threw off the frantic schoolgirl’s rhythm, almost causing her to lose her grip entirely. Sarah tried to focus every last ounce of energy she had into pushing and pulling the poles she gripped so intensely. It took another four strokes and another shock to her vulnerable belly before Sarah's display finally returned to its green status. She almost let go, so great was her relief. She didn’t know if her muscular gym teacher still hovered behind her but she tried not to think about it, focusing entirely on keeping up the speed she had finally achieved.
Less than thirty seconds later Sarah's display turned red, throwing the poor schoolgirl into a fit of terror. Seconds later her machine beeped. She tried desperately to pull the oars as hard as she could, gasping for breath as her muscles burned. It took Miss Vonn a little while to reach her but Sarah knew the shock was coming. She saw her teacher's disembodied hand reach in front of her, moments later pain spiked through her left breast. She yelped as she pulled herself forward with the oars and pushed herself back with her legs only to be shocked again, this time on her right breast.
Tears were streaming down Sarah's face now. They were tears more of frustration than pain. She was simply unable to get the hang of this machine. The fact that she could not catch her breath and her heart felt as if would fly out of her chest any second did not help. She knew she was working herself into a panic but she was desperate to stop the painful electric shocks, knowing, at the same time, that she was unable. Again pain exploded along Sarah's right hip as the shock wand made contact. Moments later her machine beeped and the display went dark. Sarah stumbled out of the machine, tears running freely down her face, mingling with the sweat that ran profusely from every pore.
"Next station sluts," bellowed Miss Vonn, almost in Sarah's ear.
Sarah moved swiftly to the step machine. She moved in a daze, room in her consciousness for one thing only: to keep seeing green lights. She stood patiently on her machine, sucking in deep lungfuls of air while she could.
SPREEP
Sarah started the machine and began stepping. Sarah tried to imagine she was climbing an endless flight of stairs, waiting for her at the top was Miss Rice. It was the best incentive that Sarah could think of in her current state of mind. The fantasy she created for herself did not even register on the teenager’s dazed mind, she simply focused on stepping as fast as she could. Her performance at the rowing station was forgotten along with the numerous shocks she had earned. Sarah neither heard nor saw what went on in the gym over the next four minutes. The beep from her machine shocked her out of the haze she had retreated into. She had completed the station, keeping her display green the entire time. Sarah stepped exhaustedly off the machine, her calves aching more than she could possibly imagine.
"Next station sluts."
Sarah moved like a zombie towards the boxing station. She quickly donned the pair of small padded gloves and stepped up to the pillar that was to be her station for the next four minutes. It was covered in small black square pads with dark displays above each one. Two pads, however, had numbers lit on their displays. Two pads, at Sarah's shoulder height, each had the number 100 lit in red.
SPREEP
Sarah was not sure how this station would work but she immediately began to punch the pads. Each time she made contact the numbers counted down from 100. After 30 seconds Sarah had already reduced each count to below 80. This was a station she felt she would complete without a problem. As the four minutes wore on it became increasingly clear that her initial confidence was vastly misplaced. Her arms felt like lead and she was having trouble getting enough air into her lungs. She had less than 20 to go on each pad when she could no longer keep her hands up.
Her arms fell to her sides as if she was a puppet whose strings had been cut, her entire body sagging exhaustedly against the pillar. Sarah suddenly jumped into the air, hitting her head on the hard surface of the pole. Miss Vonn had positioned the shock wand between her legs, resting it against her pussy, her only protection an ultra-thin layer of material.
Sarah instantly began punching the pads, grunting with each blow. The force behind each punch would hardly have stunned a fly but it was enough to keep the count ticking down. Sarah dared not stop. If she rested again who knew what Miss Vonn would do. She didn't think she could take any more shocks but her body was giving out on her. She had never been pushed like this. She had never experienced anything like this before. She had always done her best to avoid strenuous activity.
Sarah groaned in relief when her counts reached zero. She had done it. She had finished the station in time. The fatigued schoolgirl slowly peeled the gloves from her hands and placed them on the floor. She did not know how much time was left but she immediately stood at attention and gasped air into her stressed lungs.
Sarah began counting slowly trying to match each breath with each count, trying to calm down and recover for the next station. One more to go. It was as she counted that her vision from the stair machine came back to her. She had used Miss Rice as her motivation. She had yearned to reach the top of those stairs. What was to happen when she did had not been a part of the delusion, which she found strange. Simply reaching Miss Rice had been her goal.
She blushed at the thought that she had such a crush on her teacher. A teacher that had humiliated and degraded her. A teacher that had used different parts of her body as specimens to teach a class. A teacher whose job it was to train her into a slut, a whore, a piece of property to be used at the whims of her superiors. A teacher who moved with such sensual grace. A teacher that had kissed her. A teacher that believed in her.
Sarah's blush was lost in the flush of exertion. Her face was red and covered in rivulets of sweat, her hair hanging lank to her shoulders. Her gym uniform was soaked. Her nipples were as hard as ever, and had been since the class had begun. The itch around each nipple had intensified as she exercised and she was desperate not only to rub her nipples but to know just what it was. Sarah's introspection was interrupted by Miss Vonn's loud voice yelling to change stations, she had managed to count to sixteen.
At the sound of Miss Vonn's voice Sarah moved immediately to her last station: the running machine. Tears welled in Sarah's eyes at the mere thought of another four minutes of agony. Nevertheless she stepped up onto the platform of the machine and stood at attention, waiting for permission to start.
SPREEP.
Sarah started the machine and began to jog. It was quickly obvious that jogging was not enough to reach the minimum speed as her display stayed red. The exhausted girl increased her speed and began running on the moving platform. She was almost immediately out of breath. She felt as if the rest afforded by the few moments she had gained between stations had been for nothing.
The next four minutes of Sarah's life was a confusion of pain, the constant burning pain in her muscles and lungs was interspersed with more focused agony as her gym teacher shocked her body as she continued to fail to keep her speed above the minimum required. What was even worse for Sarah was that it was all done in silence. The gym was awash with noise, the grunts and groans of exhausted schoolgirls, the whirr and clank of the machines, but not a word was spoken. Since the session had begun, the only sounds not born of machine or tortured girl, were the repeated cries of 'next station sluts' from the teacher that constantly stalked amongst them.
She didn't understand why but Sarah wanted Miss Vonn to talk to her. Admonishments for failing, added punishments for performing so poorly, right now Sarah would have been happy for any words to be spoken to her by her teacher. The continued physical closeness of her teacher and the constant stream of shocks were beginning to unhinge the exhausted teen’s already confused and bewildered mind. Sarah could focus on nothing, her mind was a whirling maelstrom of sensation and emotion. All she could do was keep running.
She stumbled her way through the remainder of the session, no longer even able to count how many shocks she had received. Her display had failed to return to the safe green state and Sarah was sure Miss Vonn had stayed at her side, periodically shocking her during the entire four minutes at the final station. She groaned in immense relief as the machines signalled the end of the session with a final protracted beep. Sarah wanted to collapse where she stood. That wasn't quite right she thought, she needed to collapse where she stood. Instead she dragged herself upright and stood at attention at the end of her machine, her entire body heaving as she drew great gasps of air into her lungs. Her clothes were soaked and sweat continued to run down every surface of her body.
"Back to the drinking station," urged Miss Vonn.
Sarah turned and followed the other girls into the gymnasium. She could see her classmates were in no better shape than the ragged, shuffling mess in which she found herself. Everyone was gasping and panting, exhausted by their first real gym lesson. Sarah was in real trouble if every lesson was to be like this one. She did not know how she would continue with the rest of her lessons that afternoon. She felt like she could barely walk to the watering bench.
"Drink. Continue until you empty your bottles," commanded Miss Vonn.
Sarah collected her bottle and began suckling the long plastic teat that topped the metal cylinder. She quickly settled into the rhythm she had established the day before, suckling in long draughts and breathing out noisily through her nose. She was the first girl to finish and she felt much better as her heart-rate slowed down and her breathing became more regular. After replacing her empty bottle she stood at attention and waited for further direction.
"A very poor session sluts. Porter receives an infraction for requiring the most motivation. A slut requiring that much motivation is clearly not committed to her training, demonstrating an obvious disrespect for those who are trying to improve her. Dismissed."
Sarah's heart sank at Miss Vonn's words. Another infraction for poor performance and disrespect. She had tried her best and been found wanting again but this time she would not make any promises. Her handler had shown her that making such promises was itself a form of disrespect. She would simply try harder next time. She would not promise herself she would not fail, simply that she would try harder.
The class made its way swiftly back to the dorm, where they were forced to wait for more than a minute before Miss Peach came out of her room. She walked up and down the line of girls, inspecting each one, revelling in the obvious distress her charges were experiencing. She felt the tingle of arousal simply looking at their sweat-soaked bodies. She would summon Rascal as soon as her charges went to their next class.
"Move those filthy bodies into the showers. Hot water has already been turned on."
Sarah was eager to get into the showers and wash the salty sweat from her body. The tormented schoolgirl was equally as keen to remove her gym bra and relieve the maddening itching in her nipples. The hot water had been on the whole time Miss Peach had spent inspecting them. They would have to be very brief if they were to keep their showers within the hot water period.
Sarah peeled her soaking uniform off and placed it in her bag. The crotch of her panties was soaked not only with sweat but with the cream from her pussy. She had joked about what she would find but she had not been too far wrong. The seam, that had snuck up inside her pussy as her lips were spread more and more by her exercises, was covered in a thick layer of pussy cream. The blue material almost eclipsed by the thick coating. Sarah stared at her panties for a moment before lifting them to her mouth to begin removing her cream with her tongue.
She had been taught not to waste her bodily fluids and she had been taught that a slut was always a slut. She had felt it was only right for her to clean the mess she had made. She would be following the rules she had learnt and she would also be showing respect to her teachers by not leaving a mess. Even though she knew everyone was desperate to get into the showers while the precious hot water lasted she knew from the gasps around her that her classmates had stopped to watch. Even though Sarah felt she was doing the right thing, she still blushed furiously under the scrutiny of her fellow Trinity students. She tried not to think about what the other girls thought and focused on eating her own pussy cream.
"Port do you want me to clean your pussy for you?"
Sarah was startled by the gentle voice close in her ear. She turned to her left to see Mitchell’s face staring nervously at her. Sarah took her panties out of her mouth, trying to think of how to respond to her friend. Mitchell was clearly unsure of herself.
"Thanks Mitch but I am not sure that is allowed," Sarah replied honestly.
"It is permissable Porter. Mitchell is right to ask. A slut should never waste such secretions. It is entirely permissable for sluts to not only clean each other but to pleasure each other as well. After all you have much study to do. Just be sure to remember that no slut comes without permission and kissing between Trinity students is forbidden without special dispensation. Proceed Mitchell."
Sarah jumped at Miss Peach’s sudden appearance. She had been instinctively standing with her legs wide, in the standard attention position, and now she obediently stepped a little wider to allow her friend access to her slick cleft. Sarah watched as Mitchell sank to her knees beneath her, sliding herself forward until she was completely underneath her slim body, as Miss Rice had done when she had tasted her pussy the day before.
Sarah replaced her panties in her mouth as Mitchell began licking her moist vulva. She moaned quietly as Mitchell's hot tongue licked her clean. The buxom teen between her legs licked hard and fast and in less than 20 seconds had removed all trace from the moaning schoolgirl’s sex. She immediately stood up, causing Sarah to lament the loss of the tongue on her bare pussy. The fact that Mitchell had aroused her further, no doubt causing her to produce fresh cream, as she was supposed to be cleaning her was not lost on Sarah.
"When a slut cleans your equipment it is only polite to thank them Porter."
"Thank you slut," replied Sarah, as directed. She was thankful, truly she was, none of the other girls had thought to help her. It was just that those very same girls were no doubt forming their opinions of her and Mitchell and Sarah knew they would not be flattering ones. Why she even cared she wasn't sure. They had done the right thing. No doubt it was her overwhelming need to please and be liked that made her think so much of the other girls. It was part of what made her the natural slut that she was so she could not wish it were not so.
Sarah popped her clean panties into her bag, took Mitchell's hand and hurried into the showers to get as clean as they could in the time allotted. She tried to ignore the silent stares of her classmates as she entered the shower area as they joined Murphy who had a nozzle to herself. Sarah rubbed and pinched her hard nipples as she stood under the beautifully warm water. She soaked her entire body as she gratefully relieved the maddening itch in her nipples.
"My nipples got crazy itchy during gym," Sarah said, noticing her friends staring at her. “Has that ever happened to you?"
Both her friends shook their heads. Murphy went back to washing the sweat from her body, while Mitchell absently ran her gloved hands over her own nubile flesh without taking her eyes off Sarah.
"Port you wash your hair while I wash your body. We only have a few minutes of hot water left."
"Murph, no. You won't have enough time either."
"Don't worry about me Port, I already washed my hair while you and Mitch were cleaning."
Sarah looked at her friend, detecting something odd in her voice. A sly smile twitched at the corner of Murphy's voluptuous mouth. Sarah smiled back at her, glad that her friend understood. Not only understood but was comfortable enough in knowing that it was right, to joke about it with her. Murphy's hands were already scrubbing Sarah's back so she knew it was pointless to argue. Besides, she was right. Sarah would never have time to do it on her own and she really needed to be clean for her next lesson. She luxuriated under the beautiful hot water, closing her eyes as she washed her hair, losing herself in the sensation of Murphy's rough-gloved hands as they roved over her body.
Sarah's eyes shot open as she felt another pair of hands on her breasts. Mitchell stood before her, gently washing her breasts and belly. Sarah felt as if she was in heaven as four hands roamed across her tender teenage flesh, cleaning every nook and cranny of her young body, washing away not only the sweat but much of the fatigue of the previous hour. Murphy's hands reached her ass the same time as Mitchell's reached her pussy.Sarah groaned and moved her hips in small circles as the exfoliating gloves scraped across the delicate folds between her legs.
The wondrous feeling was rudely interrupted as the room erupted in a cacophony of squeals. The hot water had been turned off, catching all the girls unaware. Murphy and Mitchell frantically peeled off their gloves and scrambled from the showers. Sarah was left behind to wash the shampoo from her hair. She grit her teeth as the now ice-cold water sprayed her body. She rinsed and squeezed the shampoo from her hair as the freezing water cascaded down her body, her suddenly cool skin pimpling into gooseflesh in response.
By the time she had finished, Sarah's teeth were chattering from the cold. She had not expected to end her shower in pure cold water but it had been just what she had needed. She felt invigorated, as if her stores of energy had been recharged by the freezing water. She wasted no time in drying off and moving into the dorm to dress in her uniform.
Miss Peach was at the entrance watching the Trinity students scramble into their uniforms. Sarah moved past her and hurried to her bed. Most of the other girls were almost dressed and Sarah was glad to see that today, everyone had been allowed back into their tiny school uniforms. The lesson had been learnt. By the time Sarah clipped her tie to her blouse, she was alone in the dorm.
Dressed now in the brief uniform of a Trinity student she hurried out of the dorm to re-join her classmates already lined up in the lounge. Miss Peach stood at the head of the lines, her crop dangling from her right hand. Sarah slotted into line behind Murphy knowing she would soon be feeling the effects of that crop.
"Porter?"
"Yes Mistress."
"You are the last slut to be ready. The last slut must join the line within ten seconds of the previous slut or accrue an infraction. You are almost a minute behind Hinka. Raise your skirt."
Sarah, lifted her skirt and was immediately rewarded by three hard strokes of the crop to the outside of her right buttock.
"Drop your skirt."
"Thank you Mistress," Sarah said as Miss Peach stepped away from the line of schoolgirls.
"You are welcome Porter. Next time you make the class wait you will receive double. Dismissed."
The class moved off to their afternoon classes, scanning their tags and reciting their school number prior to leaving. As she moved off to her next class Sarah hoped it would not be physically taxing. The few minutes of cold water had really energised the teenager after the extremely strenuous gym lesson but she was unsure exactly how much energy she had left for the rest of the afternoon. It was then that Sarah remembered she had a detention to attend after class. The anxiety she had been feeling throughout the day now came back in full force as the class came to a silent halt outside Miss Watson's classroom.
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