Another student began running a stream of wax down the girl's stomach from her breasts to her navel, small little drops making a dotted line on her skin. The students then branched out, criss-crossing her stomach with the hot liquid. As the wax piled up, the sensations lessened to where she could barely even tell they were still dripping wax on her.
Someone removed the tape across her mouth, but before she could say anything, a student placed a candle between her lips. She could tell it was lit and felt the heat as the wax dripped down its side onto her lips. She knew she couldn't just spit it out because it could land directly on her somewhere, burning her, so she held it upright between her teeth.
A student began pouring wax onto Susan's toes now and it tickled the girl as it melted onto them. She was wiggling her toes to try to shake off the wax, but it kept coming. The students were all over her body now - her legs, her shoulders and neck, her breasts. her stomach and her thighs. She squirmed as a student placed a lit candle in the folds of her pussy and used the two rings through her pierced labia to hold it in place with some string, so now it dripped wax directly down onto her tender folds without anyone holding it.
Soon, save for her face, there was very little skin left exposed on the front of her body, almost every inch covered by multi-colored splotches of wax.
The class bell rang and the teacher gave praise to the boys and girls who had decorated Susan's body that period. He removed the candle that was gagging her as well as the one between her legs before unlocking her neck, wrists and ankles and telling her to stand. As Kittler removed the blindfold, Susan found herself staring into a full-length mirror that showed her the artwork the students had created out of her naked flesh. The wax had hardened all over, creating a multi-colored rainbow of color. Her breasts hung heavier under the weight of all the wax but also stuck tighter to her chest, thanks to the wax the students had been able to place under them.
"Ok, period one's work looks good. Now let's get the other side," he said.
Susan turned to look at the teacher. He asked her to lie down on the bench face down. Her skin burned again as it pressed against the wooden board as Kittler got to work locking her in place. When she was secured, the next group of students lit their candles and got to work on Susan's back and backside. A candle was once again placed between her legs was tied into place, dripping its wax down directly on her asshole and crotch. Susan was worried someone might get the idea to just insert a candle into one of those orifices, but thankfully, no one did.
A student began working on her bare feet, her soles being tickled by hot drops of wax that send Susan into a fit of struggling trying to get away from the torture. Her bare butt was soon a multi-colored mess of red, green, blue and white dots of wax that completely covered her naked skin. A student was doing art on her back, running a candle down her spine and then swirling more wax across her back, creating a Picasso-like work. The pain felt worse this time, maybe because she was still feeling it on her front as well, or maybe because the students were holding the candles closer to her skin.
When the bell rang, Susan was released yet again and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, now covered almost neck to toe in hot wax. She was told to stand on a small platform with her hands at her sides so the third period class could photograph her. They were supposed to be creating an 'artsy' photo project but Susan knew those photos would be all over school before lunch. The fourth period took a more traditional approach and were instructed to sketch Susan's nude and wax-covered form.
At lunch time, Susan was told she could go, but she had no interest in eating lunch looking like this. She headed upstairs to the showers where she spent most of the rest of the day trying to get the sticky wax and its residue off her body.
