Disclaimer: All characters over 18
Zita
I tried to finally relax, all the sounds, one after another, aside. Breathing calmly, mud all over and around me, I've herd movement in the safe distance. When I understood the match is over, I actually freezed even more and I waited when they will tell us to stand.
As it turned down, they didn't bother. The ships engine came and stopped and those who didn't go on their own, were just taken in the big muscled up arms. That meant I enjoyed unpleasant bits of squeezing in the places the guard found pleasant. After that I had even smaller will to move in the boat anymore, straightening my legs only when it docked inside, far from lustful spectators. Our ballgags were removed and I was one little step closer to real humanity.
"Most of you were adequate, girls," said the female warden. "There will be no punishments given and four people will be rewarded along with receiving plenty of points in gymnastics and entertainment value. The queens are now at the top of these scores and being treated separately."
She continued by congratulating those four persons, including the woman who kicked me from the rope. From what others were whispering, rewards were probably going to be some extra food and a little time in a park zone. Now we all were going to be escorted to the hot showers to wash away remnants of our muddy defilement. Freeing my skin and hair from the dirt was another liberating moment. Our sport dresses and paws handed over, bodies could soon enjoy comfort of warm white bathrobes and we had half an hour of rest on camp beds. It didn't matter how crammed they were to each other on the corridor.
Following the wardens stoically, I was sure the match was not going to be single rough part of the day. Instead of our rooms we were led into facility's large medical section, my nude figure ending on a chair, opposite to face of the female gynecologist and the monitor.
Slowly I spread my legs and let the doctor stick a tiny Vaginal photoplethysmography probe into my womanhood in order to measure erotic desires. The screen showed me series of scantily clad gentlemen and ladies in a very provocative poses, during which I felt the predictable and affirmed result. I was perfectly aroused by guys, never by gals. As I understood it, if I was found to be bisexual, I would automatically gained points in both entertainment value and applicability. As a pure lesbo I would be considered entertaining too, but with some warnings about intimacy duties. They escorted me back to the room, where exhausted Therese and Barbara were chatting quietly.
"Get into your school uniforms, little misses. You have an education class almost immediately." With uniforms like these I wondered if we shouldn't simply walk into class in underwear. Skirt covered mine and Barbara's buttocks, but not much else. Then we had a black top with a green pattern and major cleavage that had also push up effect on our young breasts. If I was different ethnicity I would feel as exploited image of girl in anime. At least the shoes didn't have high heels.
Escorted, we arrived in a room on a bottom floor. Clean and sterile, it had a large window, wide flat viewscreen and translucent globe, positioned inside of the holoprojector. Girls ranging from eighteen to twenty years old were sitting down next to odd looking desk with an exercise book and pen but followed by part skewed slightly up, so it looked to me, as if I was behind some mute piano. This time I have chosen place as behind as I could. The anti-nerd.
