Chapter 3: Wet lessons

Once again, the girls used the term “slave”, but Ariel still couldn’t understand what this meant for her. She couldn’t think much about it now either, because Jenny continued: “Let’s try the second rule: obedience. It didn’t work out so well just now. And you were really lucky that it only lasted ten strokes. If you ever refuse to obey us again, you dirty bitch won’t get off so easily. Now stuff your dirty underpants back into your cunt, go into the bathroom, plug up the bathtub and lie down in it. Then open your stinking mouth and swallow everything we pour into it. You can puke as much as you want later, as long as you’re in the bathtub, it’s forbidden. Do you understand, stupid?” “Mistress Jenny, yes, mistress,” sobbed Ariel, getting up and heading for the bathroom. “Stop, stupid cow,” Susi shouted from behind and Ariel stopped immediately. “Bitches don’t walk, they crawl. Go on, into the bathroom with you, stupid cunt!” Ariel went on all fours and crawled into the bathroom. Her three tormentors watched excitedly as Ariel crawled into the bathroom with wiggling, spanked, red bottoms.

Once in the bathroom, the naked teenager plugged the bath, sobbing, and then lay down in it. She let her feet hang over the edge of the tub so that she could lie flat on the floor and opened her mouth. The cold bottom of the tub did her burning bottom good and she sighed with relief. “What do they want from me now. I’ve licked their pussies and asses and now? I’m supposed to swallow everything. The way I’ve gotten to know the three of them, I’ll probably have to drink their piss,” thought Ariel and started to cry. Shortly afterwards, the three girls followed their slave into the bathroom and stood in front of the bath. Suddenly they all started to spit on Ariel. They tried to hit her open mouth, breasts or vagina. Ariel felt terrible and wanted to put her hands over her pubic area, but an angry look from Laura stopped her and she left her hands at her sides. Like a piece of dirt, she was spat on. “At least no pee. And so I finally get the disgusting vaginal slime washed off my face,” Ariel thought again, although this humiliation continued to make the tears run down her cheeks. Nevertheless, Ariel obediently swallowed all the girls’ saliva that hit her open mouth. After a few minutes, the spitting stopped. Jenny now climbed into the bathtub and stood over Ariel with her legs apart in a squatting position. “Push yourself forward until my cunt is over your mouth,” Jenny ordered. Ariel pushed herself forward until Jenny’s cunt was only a few centimeters above her mouth. Jenny said, “Now open your mouth wide!” Ariel opened her mouth and saw Jenny pulling her labia apart. The humiliated girl noticed how the almost invisible little hole above Jenny’s vaginal entrance widened and suddenly a dark yellow stream of urine shot out of it. The stream of urine hit Ariel’s forehead and nose. Jenny moved carefully until it hit Ariel’s wide open mouth. Jenny pissed in Ariel’s mouth and said: “Let’s see if we can wash away your disgusting bad breath. You stink worse from your mouth than Laura does from her ass!” Laura and Susi laughed out loud and continued to watch Jenny pee in Ariel’s mouth. Although she had already suspected this even deeper level of humiliation, it was still a new unpleasant feeling of extreme humiliation for the poor girl as the dark yellow stream of piss filled her mouth. It wasn’t enough for her vicious friends to force her to expose herself to them; it wasn’t enough for them to grope her in her most intimate places; it wasn’t enough for them to force her to lick their pussies and assholes and it wasn’t enough for them to spit on her. No. Now she also had to drink the urine of her three classmates. These girls even pissed on her. Ariel gagged with every sip. It was, of course, the first time she had drank urine, and both the taste and the smell were disgusting. But nowhere near as bad as Laura’s asshole. Whenever she closed her mouth to swallow, Jenny let her stream of urine wander over Ariel’s nose and eyes. Susi warned her victim: “If you puke, you will eat your puke. Our mistress juice will stay in your stomach. And I hope very much for your sake that you stop crying soon. There’s a camera on you!” Ariel didn’t want to drink her vomit mixed with piss, nor did she want to be beaten up again, so she tried to swallow the smelly, disgusting liquid and stop her crying. In fact, after a few seconds she managed to make the scene look like she was enjoying being pissed on and drinking urine again, although she was still retching with every gulp and contorting her face in disgust. When Jenny had finished, Susi said, “Cunt, that really was a shameful performance. When we give you bitch our pure mistress nectar we expect most of it to end up in your stomach. However, most of Jenny’s nectar is in the tub. You deserve a clothespin on your right nipple for this cheekiness. And now your acting should get a lot better right away, otherwise you’re going to get a few more spankings on your ass!” Ariel gasped in pain as the clamp bit into her right nipple. Of course, the girls had bought extra strong plastic clamps for this purpose, which squeezed Ariel’s tender nipple tissue terribly hard. “I hope it works better for you now.” With these words, Susi stood over Ariel, squatted down and started to piss. Ariel had to watch again as a small piss hole opened up and yellow urine poured out of it into her face and mouth. The girl tried her best again to swallow the stinking piss as quickly as possible and at the same time look as if she was eating her favorite food. In fact, she was already doing an excellent job and although the three naughty girls took note of this, they didn’t say so of course. They wanted to torture their slave even further and so a second clothespin soon adorned Ariel’s left nipple. And by the time Laura had finished emptying herself into Ariel’s mouth, Ariel was worse than ever, but Susi at least showed some satisfaction with the words: “Well, that’s as good as it gets for a slut of little means. Let’s give it a rest for today.”

“How about you, slut, do you have to piss too?” asked Jenny. Ariel replied: “Mistress Jenny, yes, mistress.” “Then ask us for permission, as you know from rule one,” replied Jenny. Ariel stood up in the bathtub. The bottom of the tub was covered in yellow urine and urine was dripping from Ariel’s body. Standing with her bare feet in her mistresses’ piss, Ariel stuck her left index finger firmly up her ass. “Hey, I think our little bitch wants something from us,” Jenny called out to her friends. “Leave her, I want to shower and get dressed first, then we can still listen to what the cunt wants,” Laura sneered. “But of course we can’t shower in this piss-smelling room and in front of such a dirty cunt, so I’m going to Jenny’s room with Susi and Jenny. We’ll take a shower there and when we come back we’ll decide whether we want to listen to you stupid bitch. But don’t you dare move in any way, otherwise all the punishments you’ve received so far have been like a few nice slaps on the bottom. And don’t forget rule three: no pissing or puking without permission!” With that, the three of them left the bathroom, got dressed and left Laura and Ariel’s room. Ariel heard Laura lock the room.

Ariel stood bent forward in a puddle of piss in the bathtub, her knickers buried in her cunt, a clothespin clutched painfully to each of her nipples and her finger up to the hilt in her asshole. Shivering with cold, she had time to think again: “Oh man, how could I have got myself into such a position? Mom, Dad, Adam and Leon give up so many comforts just so I can go on this elite internet. And what do I do? Stupid me, cheating on my exams. But I can’t disappoint my family and get expelled for cheating. Damn it, why did I cheat, stupid cow. I’m the best in the class, I understand the material and I could have easily got through the classes with good grades without studying. Bs and Cs are also good grades, especially at this boarding school. Why this damn ambition to always get straight A’s? Why did I only hear Laura say to Jenny in the school toilet two weeks ago that the teachers always kept the exams in their desks in their offices? Because of this stupidity, I can now lick my girlfriends’ pussies and asses and even have to drink their disgusting piss. Girlfriends - ha, I had real girlfriends at home! Chantal, Theresa and Maria would never have done something like that to me. They wouldn’t even have thought of something like that. What fun I had with those girls. And here I am now just Laura, Jenny and Susi’s slave. I wonder what they mean by slave. Laura said that I belonged to them and was worth less than their shoes and school supplies. How much further do the three of them want to take this terrible game and, above all, how much longer do they want to torture me? I would never have thought that Laura and especially little Jenny would be capable of something like this. How people can deceive themselves. And how on earth did I not realize that my best friends are lesbian, merciless and perverted sadists? But no matter how I look at it, Laura is right. If I want to continue to have a future at this boarding school, I have to do what the three of them want me to do. I have obviously become their slave. But they can’t do it any longer than the weekend, then I’m going home. Oh man, I feel sick. Piss tastes disgusting, but better than Laura’s shit. Yuck, just thinking about it makes me want to puke! And these fucking clamps on my tits might hurt. And I could really piss slowly now! I’m actually glad that the three furies have gone, but I really need to piss now. I hope they come back soon, because if I can’t stand it any longer and piss, the three of them will spank me again. I don’t want to be spanked again and I’m not allowed to piss. Come on, come back!” Ariel was now concentrating only on not accidentally emptying her bladder. What she didn’t know was that while standing alone in the tub, she might have had one of the last opportunities to escape her fate - all the mistresses were gone, and their humiliations had been nowhere near as degrading as they were about to become. But the inexperienced Ariel had no way of knowing that - nor that her mistresses had forgotten her cell phone. Besides, Laura, Susi and Jenny had intimidated her so much that she obeyed the three mistresses out of fear of humiliation with the films, fear of being thrown out of school, fear of disappointing her parents and, last but not least, fear of being beaten up again. “And besides,” she thought, “I’m going home for the weekend on Friday after school. The three of them will probably soon get bored of my humiliation and leave me alone. But one thing is absolutely clear, these three witches will never be my friends again, no matter how much they interpret this torture as nice little fun between friends!”