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This was different. I tugged nervously at the too-short skirt, the feel of fabric against my skin strangely foreign after so much time spent naked. I glanced down at the shiny black mary-janes on my feet and shuffled them against the floor, savouring the sensations. I didn't want to think about what was about to happen.
***
Master Hawkes had been conducting my morning training session when the knock on the door had interrupted us. I'd stared curiously at the young looking man holding a murmured conversation with Master Hawkes while openly appraising me with his eyes. I was shackled to the wall, my breasts covered in crop marks, clothespins on my nipples, and the frank appreciation in his gaze made my pussy tingle. It had been two days since Master Hawkes had let me orgasm and permanent arousal had become a normal state for me.
Master Hawkes nodded once and then turned back to me, smiling in a way that made me nervous.
"Well, slut, it looks like you get to have some fun today. I'll leave you in Jeb's capable hands."
With that he turned and walked out the door, leaving me with the stranger. He was perhaps my own age, tall and fit with a mop of unruly dark blond hair. He grinned at me as he stepped forward, trailing his fingers up my thigh to rest against my hip.
"Lucky little slut. You would normally need a few weeks more training before we let you go to class, but one of the other cunts isn't feeling well today so you get to take her place. I bet Master Hawkes hasn't told you anything about class, though, has he?"
I shook my head wordlessly, only half my attention focused on his words. His hand had slid closer to my aching pussy and I was mentally willing him to touch me there, to give me some sort of relief.
"Well, it's like this. You know that we have you sluts here as entertainment for the members of the organization, right?" I nodded, feeling a little uncertain. Nobody had fully explained the workings of this place to me and while I'd guessed at some of what must go on, I found myself paying closer attention to what he was saying.
"Some of these members have, shall we say....certain proclivities. Some of these are quite benign, others not so, but the point is that we try to cater to all the desires of our members whenever possible, and you would be shocked at how many men just love the idea of slutty little schoolgirls." His hand had moved to the inside of my thigh as he spoke and I moaned slightly, arching my back and pushing my pussy forward. He ignored it, lightly stroking the soft skin of my leg while continuing to talk.
"So, you get to fulfill some of their fantasies. It works well, really. You need training and a classroom atmosphere is as good a place as any to give it to you. We just make it into a bit of a show at the same time."
He suddenly dropped his hand away and grinned at me. "Let's get you ready, hmm?"
***
Jeb had released me from my shackles and pulled the clothespins off my nipples, taking a moment to knead those sensitive nubs as I gasped, flinching against the sensation of blood returning to them. He'd then handed me a pile of clothes and stood back to watch me dress, a smirk on his face. The shoes and knee socks had been easy but when I went to put on the thin white blouse, I'd discovered that it was so tight I could barely button it in the front. There had been no bra, of course, and when I finally managed to squeeze my breasts into the too-tight garment I realized that the thin fabric simply highlighted my swollen, dark nipples, providing no modesty at all. The blouse made me feel constricted and I squirmed against it slightly until Jeb stepped forward and slid his hands down the front of it, grasping my nipples and tugging upwards sharply. I yelped, arching my back to relieve the pressure on my breasts, but he let go just as suddenly as he'd started and lightly adjusted the fabric around them, nodding to himself. I looked down to see that I was now all but spilling out of the low cut blouse, the tight fabric pushing my breasts up and outwards, my nipples just barely concealed.
"Hurry up, slut. Trust me, this is one class you don't want to be late for." he said, pointing to the plaid skirt. I shimmied into it, finding myself completely unsurprised when it turned out to be only just long enough to cover my ass. There were no panties provided, and when I stood, fully dressed, and stared down at myself, I felt somehow more exposed than when I had simply been naked.
Jeb handed me a brush and two hair ties, grinning at my expression.
"Pigtails. You know how to do it. I have some nice red ribbon to match your skirt, too."
Feeling absurd, I put my hair up into ponytails on either side of my head and tied the ribbons into big floppy bows around each tail. I could feel the blush creeping up my face as I imagined how I must look. The last item Jeb provided was a pair of leather cuffs and after I'd put them on, he secured my wrists behind my back.
"Time for school, slut. Let's go." said Jeb, leading me out the door and down the hallway. We crossed through the courtyard and into the mansion, following a hallway I didn't recognize. The ever-present erotic paintings were here as well, these ones featuring children's fairy tales and nursery rhymes. I spotted a buxom Little Red Riding hood being fucked by a wolf, and what I thought must be Miss Muffet, tied down to her tuffet by spiderwebs. I shivered, wondering who had painted these scenes, and kept my eyes forward as we went past the rest of them.
We came around a corner and I stumbled, staring ahead of me in shock. There were three other women there, all dressed as I was, and I realized that these were the first captives I had seen since I'd been here. None of them looked at me as Jeb led me up to them, they all stared down at their shoes or at the men standing with them, but I couldn't help but stare at them, wondering who they were and what had happened to them. Jeb directed me to the back of the group, turning me so I faced away from the other women, and began to run one hand up the back of my thigh.
"Just think about it, slut. You're going to be on display. Men you've never met before are going to be watching as you learn how to be a proper slut." As he spoke, he slid his hand around to my front, under the skirt, and began to grab my pussy, squeezing it roughly and dipping his fingers into my wetness. I gasped, leaning my head back against his shoulder, and he slid his other hand down into my blouse to tweak my nipples, tugging on them until they almost popped free of my blouse.
"You like it, don't you?" he growled into my ear, shoving two fingers into my cunt and beginning to fuck me with them. "You like being a slut." I whimpered, feeling the orgasm I'd been aching for begin to rise, my hips thrusting forward as I tried to gain more contact with his fingers. With one final thrust, he yanked his fingers from my pussy, let go of my breast, un-clipped my cuffs and turned me around, shoving me towards the door. It was open now, and all the other women had filed inside, their keepers still standing in the hall. I stepped forward, moving as fast as I could past the gauntlet of their hands as they groped and caressed me, finally stumbling into the room, my eyes slightly glazed and my breath coming fast as I tried to make my wobbly legs cooperate.
The room was set up like a typical classroom with a blackboard at the front and a row of desks facing the teacher's large desk. The man standing behind it was wearing a suit and holding a pointer, his salt and pepper hair combed neatly away from his temples, his craggy face set into a disapproving scowl.
"Young lady, what is the meaning of this? To arrive to class looking so disheveled? I believe you have earned yourself a detention. Now, hurry up and take your seat." he thundered, slamming his pointer down on the desk for emphasis.
I flinched, looking around the room and trying to get my bearings. The other girls were sitting at their desks, heads bowed, not making eye contact, and I hurried to take the one empty seat, wincing as my skirt rode up and exposed my ass to the cold wooden chair. By the time I looked up again, the instructor was writing on the board, his back turned to us. I risked a glance around the room, seeing for the first time a slanted gallery built into the side wall, smoked glass shielding its occupants from view. I stared at it for a second before quickly turning back to the chalkboard, wondering how many men were sitting in there, watching our humiliation.
"Good morning class." the instructor boomed suddenly, making me jump.
"Good morning, Sir." the other girls mumbled.
"My name is Mr. Cole, and today we are going to discuss the female body. As you young ladies know, you are only useful as entertainment for men, and there are certain parts of you that are particularly entertaining. For today's lesson, you will each be focusing on one of these areas and helping your classmates to learn more about it." He turned to the board, tapping his pointer against the first word he had written.
"Tits. You, you will be called tits for the rest of the day." he said, pointing to a blond lady around my own age. Her breasts were the largest of all of ours, their swollen flesh spilling out over the top of her tiny blouse, the buttons looking as if they might burst at any moment.
