Chapter 10

"Ok dearie, upsy-daisy. Let's get our little slut all cleaned up for lunchtime," Doris instructed in a singsong condescending tone. She had not had that kind of pussy worshipping in quite some time, being the bottom in the team of Karen and Doris. She promised herself that she would not let quite so much time pass again before she availed herself of Ms. Nancy Brenner's services.

Nancy rose slowly from the carpeted space under Doris's desk and regained her footing on her spiked go-go boots. She looked to Doris, and getting a nod, she then pulled her sweater down over her big boobies and smoothed her skirt, making herself as presentable as possible. Doris had allowed her to dress before getting on her knees, but she had made her expose her tits. It had helped.

She felt her face get red as Doris looked at her with hands on hips and a smile on her face. She felt like a black slave who had just been used by her white owner. Nancy was both ashamed and horny at the same time.

Doris paused and savored the moment some more before speaking to her obviously embarrassed victim. "Well Nancy, you did well. I really think you were born to be a slut. You have those big tits and a great ass, and that mouth of yours is very talented. Has your daughter spoken to you about a tongue stud yet, my sweet little cunt-licker?"

"No!, er I mean no she hasn't ma'am." Nancy was quite unprepared for that question. She picked up on Doris' displeasure immediately upon her outburst, but Doris seemed placated by her respectful recovery. She would have to watch herself, she thought. But the questions and the liberties they all took! When would it all end she wondered?!

"Hmmm, well I think it is worth considering." Doris reached into Nancy's mouth and extracted her tongue with a thumb and index finger, lifting it up and out as if to judge its length and thickness. Finally completing her appraisal, she released the stunned slut's appendage and clucking to herself she reached for her handbag, extracting a business card.

"Oh for heaven's sake put it away," she laughed and Nancy retracted her tongue and closed her sore aching mouth.

"Don't you ever get enough of my cunt, you dirty little slut?" she continued to tease. "Ha Ha Ha."

How was I to know what she wanted, Nancy thought, feeling as if this tête-à-tête would never end.

"Now, I expect you to give this card to Carrie, or Helen - whomever you feel most appropriate, and tell them that I suggested that Dr. Chan would do a good professional job of piercing you. Tell her that I think your tongue most definitely should be pierced. I mean, considering your slut duties it is almost mandatory my dear, don't you agree?"

"Yes of course Ms. Colson ma'am," Nancy replied. What else could she say? She winced though, as she imagined a large needle working its way through her fleshy wet tongue. An involuntary shudder wracked her body as she silently stood. And smiled. She thought that might be the worst change in her; that constant smile that was now plastered on her face, even when it made the least sense. She was training herself, knowing that it was the easiest rule to break and that Helen was the type of girl to use it to punish her in a way Nancy did not want to think about.

"Wonderful! I thought you would see it my way, bitch. You should also tell her that other piercings should be discussed with Dr. Chan. It wouldn't hurt to have your nips and even you clit done. It helps make them more sensitive and therefore it will make you more attentive to your slut duties. See what I mean."

"Yes ma'am." Nancy was very uncomfortable as Doris had run her fingernails over her still erect nipples and her pussy as she discussed the jewelry she thought would look nice on her. That damn smile was still there though.

It was a long morning for everyone; Mondays were like that. But for Nancy, it was really an exceptionally long first morning at John McCain HS. She felt fortunate to be allowed to clean herself up before they trotted her down to the faculty lounge for lunch. Later she realized that it was no big favor, but merely necessary to put on a respectable front to the faculty, students etc. The poor woman's mind had been subject to so much abuse that she was accepting of the possibility that the entire world were perverting participants in her sordid journey to forced cunt-sucking servitude. Most inhabitants of the school, however, knew nothing of her predicament.

She was introduced around by Principal Hayes, with Doris at her other elbow. She met the other instructors, most of whom knew her daughter. Some of them seemed a little embarrassed at being introduced to the parent who was to fill the position as cheerleader chaperone. Maybe they knew what that role had been in the past for some of the former honorees. Others merely acknowledged her with the normal teacher's disdain for a student's parent. Looking after a few students jumping around at a ball game in short skirts would not gain you the respect of a fellow-colleague, at least in this room. That went in spades when you yourself were dressed in the same brief costume normally worn by your charges. Karen and Doris were pleased though that no one questioned her attire. Nancy was accepted as presented, possibly considered a little eccentric or odd for her dress, but not so strangely togged out as to require explanation. She was probably just eager for her new role, and that would wane as the term progressed, they thought.

Karen and Doris jealously guarded the secret of their relationship and their interest in lesbian domination activities, as you would imagine, so there was nothing done to indicate the truly submissive acts that Nancy had so recently been forced to engage in. Oh they did have Nancy cater to them, bringing their coffee and refilling their cups etc., and she was obviously heeding their every word as if her future depended on it, but that was not out of character for someone who just had a weak nature. It did not confirm servitude or even command more than idle curiosity; that was soon dismissed in favor of the normal gossipy conversations found in such staff lounges.

The faculty were dismissive of Nancy, whom they had instantly decided was weak-minded bimbo who no doubt had been a cheerleader as a girl, and did not have the brains to move on. It was Magda, the science teacher who, as was her nature, first took advantage and held her cup out for more coffee. Soon Nancy was dutifully prancing about offering refills to all and then bringing desert offerings as well. Most teachers, even mere high school teachers, are egotistical, so they took it as their due to have this student mother at their beck and call. Occasionally a glance was thrown her way, when she bent forward to serve someone, and her mostly naked, thong covered ass was thrust into view. Mostly male, but some female instructors were beginning to warm to the view.

It was probably Frank, the shop teacher, who first ran a hand lightly over the oh so available flesh of Nancy's sexy round butt. He let it linger and then as if no biggie, moved the hand and encircled her waist so that he was pulling her into him as he spoke to Jimmie about the game last night. Nancy was like a chew toy being passed around by some big dogs. She was the center of attention, but with no control or say in the action. You could see the excitement also among the female bitches on staff as the smelled blood and enjoyed the scene as it played out. The disdain they felt for Nancy only increased at a faster pace as this bimbo fell into the group's clutches. She was, after all, dressed befitting a slut. Anyone who went about in public wearing cheerleading togs with hooker boots and, of all things, a thong panty on an ass that was destined to be flashed with a skirt that short, deserved what she got, they theorized.

As Nancy stood with a tray in her hands, she glanced at Helen and Doris who, while perfecting a pose of disinterest, were totally relishing the progression of events. This was better than they had dared hope. Frank continued to clutch her waist, his big meat hook encircling and squeezing her thin waist when suddenly she felt Mildred Collins, Carrie's home room teacher, snake her bony fingers up her thigh to the cleft of her ass. She separated the thin strap of material from the hot naked flesh that was being displayed to those sitting at the tables behind them. Mildred had said something to Nancy which she barely caught and as her eyes were glazing over she managed a "Yes, ma'am" to her inquiry about once being a cheerleader herself.