The next day was a Saturday. I received yet another timetable edit that morning at breakfast. Today I'd have neither Mandarin, cock sucking or "remedial Mandarin," meaning I probably wouldn't see David all day.
I didn't. I also didn't suffer from the usual day-two period massacre either. My flow remained light and I didn't have the usual cramps. Compliments of the birth control I'd been put on, I assumed. Or possibly some of the other unknown drugs.
Sunday I wasn't scheduled for Mandarin, regular or remedial, either. But I did have cock sucking in the morning. Once again, only the left-hand door was usable. I entered. The work at the front of the room appeared to have been finished. There was a new wall blocking off the front of the room. It wasn't a straight wall, there was an alcove of sorts in the middle. On the three walls inside the alcove, there was a box mounted on each wall which looked for all the world like wrapped presents. On the wall left of the alcove was the board where all our names were written. Jennifer's at the top, then mine, all the way down to Natalie at the bottom. On the wall to the right was a screen which was off right now. David was already in the room. He was leaning against his desk, rather than sitting on it, probably because there was something on his desk covered by a sheet, but he was glued to his phone as always.
"Lǎoshī hǎo," I greeted him as I entered. There was a mumble from the other girls as they remembered they were meant to greet him this way too. David waved us to our seats. It was the first time I'd seen him since our talk and I tried to catch his eye, but his eyes were glued to his phone again.
There were two rows of six desks each, and ten of us. Everyone rushed to try and claim a back-row seat. I and the other three that missed out took our seats in the front row, leaving two front-row desks spare. David ignored us as we found our seats and we waited in silence. Were we expecting two more students? The doors opened again and two guards entered. In between them was Huyen! I tried to catch her eye, but she was looking firmly at the ground.
"Ah!" David said, "Glad you could join us. Take a seat!" Huyen slunk to a seat in the front row, still not looking at anyone. The guards followed her and stood on either side of her desk. It seemed overkill, considering there were already guards in the room. Huyen didn't look hurt, physically, but god knows what they'd done to her over the past few days.
"Who knows the song
Dick in a Box
?" Grinned at us. A few hands were raised. "I can change that!" With a few swipes of his phone, the screen on the wall lit up with a music video. It would have been funny if not for the circumstances we were in. My eyes slid from the screen to the presents mounted on the three walls of the alcove. The presents were roughly the height of a person's pelvis. It didn't take much intelligence to guess where David was taking this, and no doubt he thought it hilarious. The video clip ended and David turned the screen off.
"Right," he said. "Last lesson we did pussy, today we're doing cock. I thought we could go in the order you achieved your task last lesson, slowest first. Huyen, you weren't even here, so you're up."
Huyen rose, still not looking anywhere but the ground. David pulled the box off the wall in the alcove facing us and, unsurprisingly, there was a cock there. A real human erect cock, belonging to a man who would have been standing in the part of the room which had been blocked off. Whose cock was it? No way of knowing really. It glistened as if it was already covered in saliva, or pussy juice. Lube perhaps? David directed Huyen to the cock and she knelt before it and opened her mouth.
"No teeth remember," David said. "You know what happens if you bite." His voice was light but the threat was clear. Huyen nodded, and then leaned forward, taking the cock in her mouth. She gagged. She drew back suddenly, coughing and spluttering.
"Oh, that. Don't mind that," David said, "just trying to make things a little spicier. Make him cum, that'll cleanse your pallet." Spicier? Did that mean he'd actually put something spicy on the penis? It certainly looked like it. Huyen sucked the penis furiously, her head bobbing up and down, tears running down her cheeks, looking for all the world like she was devouring a very spicy curry. It didn't last long, the man came and Huyen sucked hungrily at his cock before pulling back and taking some large breaths. The cock retreated leaving an empty hole in the wall.
"Well done!" David said cheerfully. "That cum takes the heat right out of it, doesn't it?"
Huyen nodded.
"Well, I forgot to mention, there's a prize for each girl who completes today's lesson!" Of course he forgot to mention it. What else did he have planned for us? He pulled off the sheet on his desk where there were what looked like piles of clothing. "Every cock you make cum, you get to pick one thing as a prize. Come on, take your pick." Huh. Actual prizes? This must be the chance to earn our clothing back he'd mentioned. Huyen looked warily at David, as if worried about approaching him. But, she did, and after rummaging around pulled an item out.
"Great choice! Let me label it." David pulled out a sheet of stickers, pulled one off and affixed it to the clothing's tag. "These are yours now, and when they're washed they'll be returned to you. You can put them on now, you'll have other opportunities to win more clothing." She did. They were bike shorts; short, tight, low-waisted, but something which had never been part of the uniform before. I felt the whole room bristle with interest. However depraving and insane, this was a good game.
Jennifer was next. She seemed to struggle with the spice more than Huyen, but she too managed it and also chose the bike shorts. Now my turn. I got up, moved to the front of the room and then knelt in front of the cock. It wasn't my first cock I'd sucked. This one seemed unremarkable. Not particularly large, or small. No distinguishing features. Just a cock. I opened wide and took it in my mouth. The heat hit my mouth, hit the back of my throat, and I jerked my head back coughing. You could have gone to an Indian restaurant, been an utter jerk to all the serving staff, bragging that you could take anything and they better make your curry "super super Indian hot" and still whatever they server served you with a smirk on his face would have been more mild than this. But cum, David had said, was the only antidote. So braving the burn I returned to the cock. Tears ran down my face. My nose became increasingly congested and my ability to breathe diminished before, finally, the cock in my mouth twitched and let out a burst of blessed cum. I sloshed it around my mouth, coating my lips too, and the fire went away. Finally, I could breathe again.
Over at the table, I looked through the clothes. David ignored me like I was any other student, and my attempts to draw a smile out of him failed. He had said we'd have other opportunities to win items of clothing. I'd have pants for as long as my period lasted, so I chose a crop top.
David worked his way through the list. People coped with the heat in various degrees, but the allure of clothing was so great that by the end of the lesson, we'd all managed to win an item of clothing. All bar I had chosen the bike shorts.
David opened the classroom for the Afternoon's study period. My whole class attended, along with what looked like the rest of the academy, to try and win more clothing items. David's new system of labeled clothes meant we'd get our own clothing back. No more shared knickers. But the downside was that if we only had one top, then we'd be topless until the laundry had been done. So we needed multiples of everything. The room was bustling with girls and though David and the guards were there, we managed to make some small conversation. I sought out Huyen.
"Are you okay?" I whispered. Stupid question, but what else could I say?
"I'm not talking to you," she whispered back.
"Me? Why?"
"I told you to trust no one, I should have taken that advice myself."
"What do you mean?"
"You told them I spat out my pills. Now they give me injections."
"I didn't tell them... well, I did, but they already knew."
"Sure." Huyen didn't sound like she believed me.
"They did, I swear. D-- Mr Sòng showed me a video."
"A video?" Huyen raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, you know this whole place is under surveillance? Cameras even in the loos. He showed me, they saw you on the surveillance video."
"And even if she did tell," Jennifer was nearby and must have been listening to our whispered conversation, "You can't blame her. Mr Sòng had her for a whole period, she didn't look good when she came back. That man can make people say things--"
"I know," Huyen said. She looked at me, suspicion not fully cleared from her face. "You never said our Mandarin teacher was the owner of this place."
"Yeah... long story, I didn't know. He never told me and I didn't put two and two together until after you... you know. Stabbed Mr Rogers."
"I see..." Huyen didn't sound fully convinced.
"What did he do to you?" I asked. "We were all so worried." But Huyen just shook her head.
"Kassandra, you're next!" David called out.
I'd intended on having as many tries as I could, to get two more crop tops and then go for some bike shorts, but I only managed two tries. The spice after two made me sick to the stomach and I thought I'd vomit if I attempted a third. I didn't get another chance that day to speak to Huyen and after the long day was done I fell into bed, three crop tops richer.
When I went to the loo the next morning, the toilet paper I used was clear of blood. Normally a three-day period would have made me happy, but no period, no pants. Mrs Duckworth had made me prove every morning that I still had my period, so there was no use pretending.
"That's good," she said when I told her. Then made me turn over all my pads and pants. I went to breakfast wearing nothing but a crop top. As I sat down to eat my chair felt cold and uncomfortable against my bare bum. Hopefully, I'd have a chance to earn some shorts in cock sucking class, but that wasn't until this afternoon.
I walked to Mandarin class with Huyen. The security on her seemed to have stepped down a notch as the guards weren't following her around like they did all day yesterday.
"Did you tell anyone else about the pills?" I asked.
"No way!" Huyen shuddered. "Not worth the risk of what they'd do to me if I did. You?"
"No." I'd thought about it, of course, but selfishly couldn't see any advantage in doing so. I'd risk making David mad with me and while I still didn't know what his deal was, and how much he had told me was complete bullshit, keeping on his good side seemed prudent. Or at least choosing my battles.
