Chapter 10

Big thanks to CaptainPig for helping me polish this story!

Elara, still shaking, pulled on her tattered clothes, each movement a fresh agony on her bruised skin. Her denim skirt clung uncomfortably to her hips, and her halter top did little to conceal the fresh welts on her back. The new makeup, bold and dark, seemed to mock the raw vulnerability beneath. She looked at herself in the mirror – a cheap, tawdry imitation of the girl she once was, a living monument to her own degradation.

Brittany’s smile widened, a glint of new mischief in her eyes. “Now, for your next lesson, slut. We’re going to broaden your horizons. A proper slut doesn’t limit herself to men, does she? She knows how to please anyone. So, your last task for today: you are going to make out with a woman. A proper, deep, tongue-down-her-throat, lesbian make-out session. And you will seduce her with that new slutty charm I showed you. Understand?”

Elara’s eyes widened in horror. A woman? Seduce her? The thought was alien, terrifying. But Brittany’s gaze was unyielding. Elara swallowed hard, her voice a fragile whisper, forcing the valley girl accent. “Like, why, Ma’am? That’s, like, totally ... different.”

“Because, Elara,” Brittany hissed, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper, “a slut is versatile. A slut knows no boundaries. And a slut knows how to get what she wants. You need to prove you can use that body on anyone. And if you fail, or if you refuse ... well, you remember what I said about public punishments, don’t you? Worse than anything your mommy can dish out.” She gave Elara a pointed glance, then a look towards the crowded hallway.

Elara’s head swam. A woman. Who? She had to choose. Her mind, starved of real thought, scrambled for a lead. Then, a faint memory surfaced. A rumor she’d overheard months ago about a girl, Lisa, who was in her grade. Lisa, the quiet, shy one who always had her nose in a book. The rumor had been about her being incredibly innocent, perhaps even totally inexperienced when it came to anything sexual. It was a long shot, but it was the only target that came to mind. Her desperate mind latched onto the idea of someone equally vulnerable, someone she might not completely fail with.

Brittany then reached into her own gym bag and pulled out a small, discreet earpiece. “You’ll wear this,” she instructed, pressing it into Elara’s ear. “I’ll be guiding you, every step of the way. You will repeat exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. No improvising. No excuses. Understood?”