Darcey and Stephanie were stunned to have been singled out in this bizarre turn of events and would have quite happily stayed inconspicuously with the crowd of dancers but they obediently sat next to each other, at the head of each prostrate girl.
The old woman continued her instructions. "I want you to take their nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and gently rub them in twisting motions. Now please."
With shaking hands, Darcey and Stephanie did as bidden and tried to be as gentle as possible with their friends on the floor, while telegraphing sympathy from their downcast eyes. Hiddala and Blanka grimaced, in discomfort or embarrassment (it was hard to tell). After a few minutes of silent tweaking, the old woman pronounced, "Good! Good! The lubrication is excellent." She used her fingers to part their lips again and stared intently between them. "They are both getting nice and wet, as would be expected. Keep on twisting the nipples, girls. You're doing a good job there," she sang cheerfully.
The old lady then briskly inserted her middle finger of each hand into each girl's vagina, now slick with shining juices. Hiddala and Blanka flinched and made tiny gasps at this sudden intrusion into their deepest and most intimate space. Could this humiliation get any worse? (Sadly, it could) The old lady rotated her wrists around, as if feeling all around the inside of their vagina. She was pressing firmly on the soft muscular walls, making the girls whimper and writhe.
"Nice and tight entrances. Hymens intact. I can see they have been doing their pelvic floor exercises," she cackled horribly. "Really excellent production of liquid too. The princess will be delighted with both of these." She started to move her fingers in a thrusting motion now, in and out of each girl simultaneously, as they lay side by side clutching each other's hand now in solidarity at this enormous humiliation. The class was now completely frozen in disbelief, as they watched in the mirror, the assault on their classmates. Darcey and Stephanie were also wincing in shame at being unwilling participants in the violation of their friends. Their eyes were locked in each other's in the mirror in an attempt to give strength to each other to get through this ordeal.
"Now we don't want the Star to be frigid. She has to be a maiden but one who is easy to please. I suggest we see who can achieve 'le petit mort' first." She started to thrust with her middle fingers a little faster, whilst using her index and ring fingers to slide up and down on either side of their clitorises. Hiddala and Blanka were starting to breathe heavily and emit tiny moans. It was clear that this activity was, whilst highly shameful and humiliating, also physically pleasurable.
Darcey and Stephanie were torn. They now had a sense that the prize for the Star was not altogether a coveted one. What awaited the Star, when the princess got to her? Should their girl be the winner, what would become of her? Whatever they did, however they chose to touch the nipples of their girls, the outcome was inevitable. As Blanka was not a stranger to being touched in that way, having spent many nights in Gertrude's bed, her body was quicker to respond. Her muscles were also stronger and as the waves of orgasm crashed over her, her internal muscles contracted strongly. Hiddala followed a few minutes later with her weaker and less practised orgasm. Their cries and moans rang around the silent ballet studio. Their naked bodies shook and spasmed, as if they had been electrocuted by 10,000 watts.
The old lady withdrew her glistening fingers and patted the shuddering thigh of Blanka. "Here, we have our Star."
