Chapter 5

The two young men then returned to their seats. While the room full of observers looked on, Sandy's Principal stepped up beside her. "That was much better, Miss Winters," he commented emotionlessly. "Please stand."

Sandy quickly stood up from the toilet then looked at her Coach. The man nodded silently indicating to Sandy his wishes. Obediently, the young teenager stepped to the side of the glass toilet. Then she panned her gaze from one impassive observer's face to the next. Making eye contact with each, Sandy smiled as sweetly as she could under the circumstances. When at last she had recognized each in turn, Sandy again faced her Principal. Then while maintaining eye contact with him, she slowly leaned down and placed her hands on her knees. Without the need for further instruction, Sandy locked her knees then spread her feet to shoulder width. The young teen then looked straight ahead at the row of observers, waiting.

Sandy's Coach nodded his approval then motioned toward the far end of the row of observers. To Sandy's shock and dismay, a girl not much older than herself stood and crossed to where Sandy stood bent over waiting. Sandy's Coach took the girl by the hand and moved her in front of Sandy. Sandy was mortified and promptly looked away. Clearing his throat loudly, Sandy's Principal said, "Miss Winters, I want you to meet Karen. Beginning this morning, Karen will be your companion for the next few weeks. Karen, rather than myself will assist you with your daily needs, until I say otherwise. Do you understand, Miss Winters?"

Sandy found herself unable to look up at Karen due to her extreme embarrassment. The uncomfortable young blond continued to stare intently at the floor, thereby breaking a cardinal rule at The Center. While she stood, bent at the waist, her Principal moved closer to Sandy, then without warning he reached up under her arm and began to rub her left breast, pressing down hard enough on the developing gland to cause a dull pain to spread through Sandy's torso. He then took one of Sandy's small nipples between his index finger and thumb and started to pinch and tug at the tiny pink nub.

"I asked if you understand what I'm saying to you, Miss Winters," he said cooly. "I would like for you please to look up at Karen and acknowledge."

Sandy, suppressing a whimper of pain, slowly looked up at the young woman who stood before her waiting patiently. As Sandy had initially suspected, Karen couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old herself. "How could she stand there so impassively, while this man hurts me?" Sandy asked herself.

But there she stood, smiling as she returned Sandy's gaze calmly as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

Karen has quite a story herself, but I'll have to reserve that for another time. Karen was what one might only politely call cute. She had a semi-pretty face, but was a large girl. Big boned and strong, Karen stood almost six feet tall at age nineteen, and her sexual preference for girls had guaranteed Karen a position on the Center's regular staff. Karen smiled more broadly at the distressed, blond beauty standing bent over before her.

Karen secretly despised girls like Sandy. Sandy had everything that Karen had been denied, good looks, popularity with boys, lots of friends. As she placed her hand softly on Sandy's cheek Karen thought to herself, "You and I are going to have lots of fun together 'Blondy'." Sandy gave Karen a pleading look as the larger girl slowly removed her hand from Sandy's cheek then moved behind her to stand beside Sandy's Coach. The two conferred softly together for a moment then Karen reached for a tube of K/Y Jelly which lay on the back of the glass toilet. While Sandy waited in mild discomfort, Karen squeezed a generous amount of the viscous jelly onto her middle finger, then replaced the tube on the back of the toilet. Stepping up behind Sandy's shapely ass, Karen placed a hand on the blond teenager's left hip, holding her still. Then, without hesitation, Karen plunged her lubricated middle finger into Sandy's rectal passage. Caught completely off guard, Sandy grunted loudly, her knees practically buckling beneath her. Karen held her tightly by her love handle while she thrust her finger through Sandy's protesting sphincter until her knuckles met the smooth skin of the young blond's back side. There Karen paused, reveling in the feeling of the young girl's anal muscles as they clamped convulsively on her invading digit. Thoroughly enjoying herself, Karen proceeded to twist and flex her finger inside Sandy for several minutes while the young blond shifted her hips and squirmed.