Chapter 9 – 'Till statues part
Michelle was already seated when Jenny and Sarah walked into the maths class. Sarah departed for her seat after wishing her friend good luck – softly. Then Jenny had to seat herself next to Michelle. They did not look at each other or greet each other.
The teacher quickly and efficiently explained to them that they would be doing a group assignment. They were to work with the person sitting next to them, and they had only the one lesson to complete the assignment, which would show the teacher what her students had already been taught and what she still needed to teach them.
The silence between Jenny and her new partner was cold, uncomfortable and seemingly unbreakable. They divided up the sums wordlessly, each doing half the assignment on their own. They were both good a maths, and soon finished the assignment.
When they had put their separate parts of the assignment together, Jenny rested her chin on one of her hands and wondered why she disliked the girl next to her so much. There were the obvious reasons; Michelle wore thick, overdone makeup, was rude and acted as if she had no idea of manners and proper conduct.
There seemed to be more to the feeling than that, though. Perhaps it was the aloof, arrogant manner of the girl? Maybe it was because she had gotten them both into trouble? She wasn't quite sure, but the feeling was there, it was strong, and it was very obviously mutual.
The teacher asked them whether they were finished already. They both replied that they were. Ms Black gave the two girls a calculating look, then warned them not to cause any trouble, or they might spend more of the weekend with her.
The two girls were slightly indignant, but also somewhat intimidated. They were still testing the waters of their new school and their first experiences there had driven home the potency and authority of the system.
The period passed without incident. Michelle lay down on her arms, her body language inscrutable, while Jenny leaned back and worried silently about the ordeal she and her friend would go through just a little while later.
The whole statue thing seemed rather easy, if somewhat embarrassing, but Jenny had a nagging feeling that there would be a catch that they had missed. She suspected that the whole deal was just a bit too easy and good to be true.
Eventually, the period ended and they moved on to the next class. The day passed without anything remarkable occurring, and soon the two friends found themselves on the way to the part of the school garden where they would be put on pedestals.
A gardener was waiting for them by a row of five pedestals. Two other students were already there. Three of the pedestals had strange frames made of steel tubing protruding from their tops. On closer inspection, it became apparent that the frames were removable or replaceable.
"Right," said the gardener, a curvy young lady in her 20's, "Now that you're all here, I can tell you how this works." "I'm Amelia Stone. Rika here," she said, gesturing at a short redheaded girl standing to her left, "will be participating in another activity in the gardens. The rest of you are here to play statues for credits. I'll get you all secured first, then distribute the props. All of you, strip. Now."
As soon as they had overcome their shock and shed their clothes, she grabbed Sarah and hauled her onto a pedestal. Before the surprised girl could utter a word, the lady popped a ballgag into her mouth and fastened it around both her head and part of the frame.
"No need for any of you to talk," explained Ms Stone, then quickly secured her captive to the frame with efficiency born of frequent practice. "Next," she said briskly and hauled Jenny onto the next platform without waiting for an answer.
Soon all three pedestals were occupied. The gardener checked her knots and ropework, Satisfied, she stood back and surveyed the girls. Sarah was posed as if she had just kicked something, arms held bent at almost shoulder height. Jenny was standing proudly erect, cradling an imaginary object with her right arm. The last girl, Emily, was imitating the statue of liberty.
"There," said the lady, "Now we just need to distribute the props." She grabbed a bag, which was leaning against Emily's post, and reached in. She drew something out, but before the girls could identify it, she stepped forwards and shoved it into Emily's exposed pussy and clipped her labia together with some sort of clamp!
The violated girl squealed behind her gag and pulled at her bindings. All she managed to do was wiggle her full young breasts enticingly. Ms Stone moved from Emily to Jenny and inserted something into her vulnerable slit as well and clamped her pussy lips shut. Jenny was more prepared and merely uttered an indignant mumble form behind her gag. Her gut feeling about a hidden catch to the deal was proving correct in a most unexpected and alarming way.
"Hold still!" ordered the gardener, giving Jenny a warning slap on her right buttock, "I don't have time for your wiggling. You agreed to be here, you signed up for this, so you will just have to endure it."
Sarah received a different treatment; instead of having something shoved up inside her, Ms Stone clipped a porcelain fig leaf to her lower lips! The leaf fastened tightly onto her labia and covered her pussy, but the leaf was shaped as if it was painted onto Sarah's genitals. The porcelain showed a clear cameltoe and even had a small nub that revealed the position of her clit.
Next the lady clipped small, strong clamps onto the girls' nipples each clamp had a different fruit hanging from it; the fruits were painted metal, not plastic, and pulled painfully at their sensitive nipples. All three girls protested as best they could from behind the gags, but Ms Stone simply ignored the muffled yells and squeals.
As finishing touches, the lady placed an amphora in the crook of Jenny's right arm and fastened it to her right nipple. Then she placed an aluminum replica of a flogger in Emily's upraised hand. Lastly she fastened thin chains from Sarah's hands and raised foot to the leaf covering her crotch.
"Enjoy your quiet afternoon, ladies," said Amelia Stone, with a hint of malicious sarcasm. She took a small device, resembling a cell phone, from her pocket and pressed a series of buttons. All three the girls on the pedestals squealed, struggled and cried out. All their nipple clamps, the objects in Emily and Jenny's pussies and the leaf covering Sarah's crotch had started vibrating!
The gardener strode away, pulling the fourth girl, Rika, along behind her and leaving the other girls to their pleasurable torment. The three human statues took a few minutes to settle down a bit, and by then they were already well on their way to orgasms. The vibrators were intense and continual and were driving them insane with pleasure.
Sarah was the first to succumb; her leaf was pressing against her clit and overloading her with pleasure. She moaned loudly and started bucking her hips as much as she was able to as her climax tore through her like a flood. As she came down from her pleasure high, the first drops of her nectar gathered on her pussy lips and began to slide down her thighs.
Soon both other girls came in quick succession and they all started towards the next orgasm before they had properly recovered from the first one. That was when people started to gather. It seemed that this was to be as much a show as the one in the hall.
A few girls sat down on unused pedestals and nearby benches. By the time Jenny had cum four times, there were at least two dozen girls watching them. There was a group of girls doing homework on a nearby patch of grass, who kept glancing up from their work to look at the three bound girls. More simply sat and watched.
Several people listened to music as they sat, some read books, some chatted with friends but nowhere was there a camera or camera phone to be seen. The girls had long since learnt to respect the rule that everything that happened in SSCG stayed in SSCG.
After thirty minutes, the girls were tiring; they had been cumming almost continually. Then Ms Stone walked up to the girls and announced that they would get something to drink. She also warned them not to say a word while they were ungagged.
The fourth girl, Rita, arrived shortly after the gardener. She was naked and her forearms were tied together in front of her with each hand holding the opposite elbow. She was pulling a small cart which contained what seemed to be gardening supplies.
The girls who had been watching the human statues whispered to one another when they saw how Rita pulled the cart. There were a few gasps, many wide eyes and several girls winced in sympathy. Large, toothed clamps were fastened to each of her tender pussy lips and the cart was attached to those clamps with strong bungee cord. When the girl walked forwards, the cart pulled harshly on her sensitive labia.
Rita struggled forwards until the cart was right in front of Jenny. Then she stopped and let out a muffled moan of relief from behind an unobtrusive ballgag. She bent her knees slightly, trying to lessen the painful pull on her sore lower lips, but stayed upright and looked at Ms Stone pleadingly.
"Good girl," said the gardener, "I see you've learned to wait for me to tell you to do. That's good... I don't want to have to take you for another round of the nettle hedge." The girl whimpered at the reminder of an apparently painful memory.
"But I told you to never get more than three meters behind me," Ms Stone said, stepping closer and frowning, "You were more than five meters behind when I got here. Disobedience must be punished, as I warned you." "On your knees," she ordered the girl.
When Rita was down on her knees, Ms Stone untied the bungee cord from the cart. Then she guided the girl to an iron ring set into the floor, where she tied the cord tightly to the ring. There was still some slack between the ring and the clamps on the girl's abused labia, which gave her some respite. Jenny wondered whether this apparent comfort was supposed to be the punishment.
"Now," said Ms Stone, "If you can stand up straight five times, then your punishment is over. If you can't, we're going back to the nettle hedge! Stand up straight five times. You have one minute."
