Chapter 7: School day

On Tuesdays, chemistry was on the timetable from 7.15 - 08.45. Ariel and Laura went into the chemistry room. Laura sat at the far back, Ariel next to her, then Jenny and finally Sarah next to her. It was a group of four that Ariel had thought were best friends until yesterday. But two of these friends had turned out to be sadistic blackmailers. Ariel was glad that Sarah wasn’t also involved in this heinous affair, that at least she still had a real friend. Before Ariel could think about it any further, Laura whispered quietly in her ear:

“You’ll be given an assignment every lesson. It would be better for you if you could complete the tasks. But first you sit on your chair with your bare ass. And for the chemistry lessons, you have a really simple task: don’t move! You sit on the chair with your legs apart, your heels touching the legs of the chair the whole time, your hands on the desk the whole time, no matter what - unless Mrs. Gabler wants to see you at the blackboard. When the lesson is over, you will continue to sit the same way until I give you another order!” Ariel briefly lifted her bottom to pull up her skirt so that she could sit on her chair with her bottom bare. The cold seat was a relief for her spanked bottom. Then she moved into the position she had been ordered to take. Laura showed Ariel a small remote control, which she now pressed. The balls in her vagina came to life. They moved slightly back and forth. It was a warm, pleasant feeling. Ariel felt her juices start to flow. Laura switched off again. The poor girl now saw the four girls in the row in front of them begin to whisper excitedly. They wrinkled their noses and also glanced backwards briefly. Ariel knew that Bailey, Fiona, Avery and Martina obviously smelled the aroma she was giving off. Fortunately, the chemistry teacher, Mrs. Gabler, came into the chemistry room and started her lesson immediately. This meant that the four girls in the row in front of Ariel and her mistresses no longer had to worry about the smell. The moment Mrs. Gabler entered the room, Laura pressed the remote control and the balls in Ariel’s pussy came to life. The young girl could no longer concentrate on the lesson or the girls in front of her. All her concentration was on the thought of not having an orgasm in the crowded chemistry classroom. Laura and Jenny recognized Ariel’s agony as she became more and more restless, her breathing quickened and she slid around on her chair. She was already starting to bite her tongue hard to suppress the oncoming orgasm. Grinning, Laura switched off the love balls. Ariel breathed a sigh of relief and realized that her whole bottom was wet. She had leaked like a leaky bottle. She was spared the humiliation of Mrs. Gabler bringing her to the blackboard and having her own discharge run down her legs for all to see. From now on, Laure switched on the balls every 10 minutes, each time until Ariel had to bite her tongue hard to prevent an orgasm and was still always close to climaxing. And Ariel had a completely new experience; something she had never heard of or been aware of before. Being interrupted just before an orgasm is unpleasant and frustrating. However, if this happens several times in a row, it also causes terrible mental anguish. After Ariel was on the verge of an orgasm for the sixth time, she could think of nothing else but finally reaching the liberating climax. In her current state, she didn’t even care if everyone in the class noticed. She fought hard not to just slip her hand up her skirt and finish the job with her fingers. Ariel started to sweat. No one noticed Ariel’s problems, except of course her mistresses - and Sarah. She had walked behind the girls to her seat at the beginning of the lesson and had clearly noticed the vile aroma that Ariel was emitting. And although Jenny was sitting between her and Ariel, Sarah noticed her friend’s strange shuffling and rapid, deep breaths. As chemistry wasn’t exactly her favorite subject, she began to observe Ariel for the rest of the lesson.

Finally, the chemistry lesson was over.

“Who’s on blackboard duty?” asked Mrs. Gabler.

“Me,” Jenny volunteered. The class left the room, leaving only Laura, Jenny, Mrs. Gabler and Ariel.

“What about you?” asked Mrs. Gabler.

“We’re waiting for Jenny,” replied Laura. Mrs. Gabler shrugged her shoulders, finished packing her bag and then left the room too.

“Cunt, stand up, take off your skirt, crawl forward to the blackboard and clean it, then crawl back here and kneel in front of us - with your head down!” ordered Laura as she closed the classroom door. Ariel stood up and took off her skirt. Her whole abdomen was wet. She fervently hoped that no one would come into the chemistry classroom now. She crawled down the stairs to the blackboard on all fours, while her two mistresses taunted her the whole time and of course filmed her. It was a beautiful sight to see Ariel’s bare, red ass wiggling down the stairs, her asshole covered by a rubber butt plug. Ariel’s labia and clitoris were swollen from the sexual arousal, so that the mistresses could admire two extremely fat labia hanging low under Ariel’s anus. The humiliated girl stood up in front of the blackboard, moistened the sponge and wiped the chalk off the board with her naked lower body. A camera was pointed at her, so she tried to show a happy and satisfied face as she worked. Finally, she crawled back up the stairs with a smile on her face and knelt down in front of her mistresses.

“Cunt, you now grab your cunt slime on the chair with both hands and smear it on your face. Then you clean your juices from your dirty cunt with your hands and wipe them on your T-shirt just above your tits. And finally you lick your chair really clean. Then put your skirt back on!” Jenny now demanded of her.

When Ariel had done all this and her breasts and nipples were clearly visible through the wet stains, a voice said:

“Well, that’s very interesting!” All three girls flinched, turned around and saw Sarah, the daughter of a former, very well-known soccer star and a no less well-known model. She had been hiding in the chemistry room, watching everything. And now the 17-year-old, dark blonde, 1.66 m tall and very well-built Sarah was standing in front of her table in the chemistry room and had obviously been watching all of Ariel’s humiliations. Ariel wanted to disappear into the ground in shame. She had mixed feelings, as all her torment and humiliation could now be over in one fell swoop, but also her school career at this boarding school. She simply didn’t know whether she should be happy about it. At the same time, Laura and Jenny were now terrified that both the time they had with a slave of their own and their own future could now be over much sooner than either of them had thought. Sarah just stood there and stared bluntly at Ariel’s breasts, clearly visible through her blouse. Laura was the quickest to regain control of herself.

“Sarah, we have to go to our next lesson. If you keep your mouth shut now, you can share a slave with us from this afternoon. We’ll explain everything to you then. All right?” she asked Sarah imploringly. Sarah continued to look down at Ariel, who was still kneeling on the floor with a bright red head and still unable to look Sahra in the eye due to embarrassment.

“Oh, man, you stink!”, Sarah mocked and then turned to Laura and Jenny: “Somehow I get the impression that the bitch isn’t doing this entirely voluntarily, even though she’s smiling and grinning like a fool the whole time.” Obviously Sarah had realized during the classroom performance that Ariel was being treated like crap by her friends, so she did the same. Sarah continued:

“All right, I’ll wait for your explanation and then decide. However, I’m really furious that none of you have spoken to me about the matter. And one more thing: if you don’t want Ms. Altmann to notice anything, you should do something about the stench, it’s beastly. The row in front of us has already started to get suspicious, and if Ms. Gabler hadn’t been experimenting with hydrogen sulphide today, which smells almost as bad as the cunt, the whole class would certainly have noticed the stench at some point.” Ariel listened to Sarah’s answer in horror and disbelief. A world collapsed for her. Even her last friend was allying herself with her mistresses, at least for the moment.

“How was it possible that I could be so wrong about all my friends? Why did I never notice that all the girls here are obviously lesbian or at least bi? And how did I not realize that they were all sadistic and cruel? If someone had asked me yesterday, I would never have imagined that my three best friends had only used me throughout my time at this school; only needed me to study and copy. Even Sarah thinks I’m just a bitch,” Ariel thought in horror.

“I think you’re right. But I can assure you, she smells even worse coming out of her mouth,” Jenny grinned and continued, turning to Ariel:

“Bitch, breathe on Sarah!” Ariel lifted her head and breathed in Sarah’s face, who immediately grimaced in disgust.

“Oh damn Ariel, you stink like shit from your mouth!” she exclaimed in disgust. Jenny recognized an opportunity to humiliate her slave even further and therefore ordered her:

“Bitch, explain to Sarah in detail why your mouth smells like shit.” Sobbing, deeply ashamed and with a bright red head, Ariel explained:

“Mistress Sarah, the slut had to lick Mistress Laura’s ass clean after Mistress Laura took a shit, Mistress!” “Booh, that’s disgusting. Yikes. That must taste disgusting, right?” asked Sarah, shaking her head in disgust. Ariel replied:

“Mistress Sarah, yes it was disgusting, mistress. Mistress Sarah, the worst thing I’ve ever had to do, mistress.” “Well it can’t have been that bad. The bitch didn’t even have to throw up!” Laura continued to mock the girl kneeling on the floor, while Jenny and Sarah laughed. As they now had to hurry to their classroom, Jenny, following Sarah’s suggestions, sprayed Ariel with deodorant to cover up the foul stench the girl was emitting. Then they all ran quickly out of the chemistry hall to their class.

The quartet arrived just in time for Mrs. Altmann’s German and literature class. Mrs. Altmann was the class teacher of this class and now held her lessons from 9.00 - 10.30 am. Ariel’s shirt was dry, but you could see light, yellowish stains on it, and as Ariel wasn’t wearing a bra, her large nipples were also clearly visible through the T-shirt.

“You take the same position as before, this time you push back your clit foreskin with your left thumb and forefinger so that your clit is exposed and at the same time stick your left middle finger as far as possible into your cunt. You will sit like this for the whole hour. Not if you have to go to the blackboard, of course. And a little warning: I’ll check on you from time to time,” Laura ordered. Ariel sat down on the chair with her bare bottom and, as instructed, pushed back her clitoral hood and stuck her left middle finger into her still extremely wet cunt. This not only forced her to push up her skirt and expose her vagina, but of course also pushed her balls a little higher with her index finger. Seen from the teacher’s desk, she was sitting in the leftmost bench together with Laura, who was sitting next to her on the left. So it was not noticeable that Ariel had her hand on her cunt. From a distance, it looked more as if Ariel had put her left hand on her lap. Jenny and Sarah were sitting on the bench in front of them. Since the balls were no longer switched on, the almost agonizing desire for a climax disappeared. Ms. Altmann was the only teacher who required her students to stand up when they answered a question. And in every lesson, all the girls had to answer at least one question. This lesson was no exception and shortly after the lesson had started, Ariel was called up. With a bright red head, as she had the impression that all her classmates and even her teacher were now staring at her clearly visible nipples, she stood up and gave her teacher the correct answer. She sat down again and assumed the shameful position ordered by Laura. Laura secretly snapped a photo of Ariel’s vagina at irregular intervals throughout the lesson. The poor girl now had the impression throughout the lesson that Mrs. Altmann kept looking at her during her lesson and knew exactly where Ariel’s left hand was. But as the literature lesson otherwise proceeded as normal without any further incidents, Ariel dismissed it as her perceived paranoia.