3 comments/ 50216 views/ 3 favorites SSCG Ch. 03 By: Crystal_Ash Ms Lacey hauled the poor girl who had not brought her textbook to class to the front. Once there, she turned the girl to face away from the class, then made her bend over and grasp her ankles. "Let this be a lesson to all of you!" called the teacher, her icy blue eyes flashing, "This will be your first example of SSCG discipline. Remember it!" Then she turned to face the frightened girl. First, she grabbed the back of the girl's skirt and tucked it into the waistband. Then she slowly pulled down her pupil's panties. The girl was sobbing with humiliation and fright. "Humiliation is part of the punishment," Ms Lacey explained to the class, "but the removal of the miscreant's panties also makes the physical punishment more effective." Then she addressed the girl, "You, keep your hands on your ankles. If you move, I will restrain you and your punishment will increase." She reached her long-fingered hand into a drawer and extracted a leather belt, which she doubled up and held in her right hand. Suddenly she lashed out at the girl's vulnerable, upturned rear. A scream of pain burst from the girl and she shot to her feet, clutching her rear. When she calmed down a bit, the teacher grabbed her by her hair and moved her to a wooden frame, like a trellis made of thick varnished timbers, hidden in the shadowy right front corner, behind the door. Ms Lacey closed the door and fastened the miscreant to the frame, facing the class, with straps from a box on the floor. She worked quickly and efficiently, evidently well-practiced. "Her punishment has increased, because she was not complying," explained the teacher, "Learn from this, or learn the hard way." She tucked the front of the girl's skirt into the waistband, the panties still lying on the floor by the teacher's desk. The teacher raised the belt, then slammed it down across the girl's mound. The punished girl screamed, but it was absorbed by the soundproofing in the walls. Three times more the teacher raised the belt and slapped against the helpless girl's mound and thighs. For the last stroke, the teacher held the belt pointing straight down. Then she slowly lifted it up behind her, paused, then swung it forward and up, straight against the girl's tender pussy! The girl screamed and jerked in her bonds, then collapsed limply in them. The teacher unfastened her pupil, then slapped her face to revive her. Ms Lacey took a sheet of coarse sandpaper, cut to a hourglass-like shape, from her drawer, then placed it in the girl's panties, helping her step into them and pull them up against her sore slit. All the girls shuddered in sympathy, though some were feeling a little moist between their legs as well. The girl walked slowly back to her seat, shuddering as the rough sandpaper rubbed against her already aching pussy lips, mound and ass. She yelped as she sat down, the sandpaper shifting against her privates and reigniting the pain. "Oh my goodness!" whispered Jenny to Sarah, "That was rough, for a minor offense on the first day." Sarah was about to whisper something back, when the teacher spotted the leaning towards each other to converse. "You in the back!" she called, pointing at the two girls, "Come see me after the lesson." The girls froze up, but the teacher was already talking about the year's syllabus and the stationary needed for the class. The lesson seemed to drag on to Jenny, who wanted to get the talk with Ms Lacey over with, but to Sarah time seemed to fly. After the other girls left, they stood nervously in front of the teacher's desk. Ms Lacey looked at them over her desk, brushing at her tight white blouse. "What am I supposed to do?" she asked them, "I had just finished making an example of that poor girl, yet you decided to ignore the rules and talk. Now I will have to punish you." "We're sorry, Ma'am, we were just surprised at how serious that girl's punishment was," Jenny explained softly, looking down at the desk, "After all, it was her first offense, on her first day, and a minor one at that." The teacher sighed. "The reason I was so harsh on her is because I make an example of the first rule-breaker each year, to convince the students that I am serious," she told them sadly, "It helps me to keep the girls in line. I always invite the student to my residence, here on campus, that evening. Then I try to make up for the harsh treatment." "However," she said, straitening her short black skirt and frowning, "I still have to punish you. Something mild; after all, you only talked. Still..." The girls watched nervously as she rooted around in one of her desk's drawers. She pulled six sheets of sandpaper from the desk. Two were identical to the one in the punished girl's panties, the others were semicircles with smaller semicircles cut out from the centers of the flat sides. "Strip off," Ms Lacey ordered the girls, "I mean now. All of it, panties included." She tapped her black high heels as the girls slowly and hesitantly took off their clothes. Once they stood naked, covering themselves inadequately with their arms, she placed the sheets in their panties and bras. Then she told them to dress. They put their clothes back on quickly, but carefully. The teacher was unsatisfied; they had only pulled their panties on loosely, so the paper would not rub against their sensitive privates as badly. "Come over here, then turn around," she ordered. They obeyed and were soon standing in front of her. She reached down the back of Jenny's skirt and grasped the back of her panties. Then she grabbed the front with her other hand. Slowly, yet deliberately, she pulled the panties straight up, then started pulling them back and forth. Jenny moaned, the sandpaper was grinding against her slit, rubbing the flesh raw, but it was turning her on too. As Jenny's arousal increased, she felt herself get wet between the legs, then her clit started to emerge from the shelter of its hood. She jerked as her clit contacted the rough sandpaper and let out a yelp at the sudden pain and pleasure. Then Ms Lacey let go. Jenny staggered, then steadied herself. She was glad the pain had ended, but missed the pleasure too. Steadying herself against the desk, she watched her teacher do the same to Sarah. Once she finished with Sarah, Ms Lacey dismissed them with a slap on each sore ass. As they walked out the door, she invited them to her house that evening. They replied that they would be there. The rest of the school day was uneventful, except for the last period; maths. ---------------------------------------- I just want to thank Anann who is helping me edit my stories. Thanks to her, this story is a lot better than it would have been otherwise. SSCG Ch. 04 Sorry that this chapter is so short. I hope to have Ch. 5 finished soon. Thanks, as always, to Anann, and you, my readers. ---------------------------------------------- Chapter 4 – Michelle The last period of the day was mathematics. Jenny and Sarah filed into the classroom with the other silent girls, and found seats near the back. They were still wearing the sandpaper, and it was making itself felt. Once the girls were all inside and standing at their desks, the short, flinty-eyed teachers asked them, "Did I say you may choose your own seats?" Her voice was soft, but stern. The girls looked down sheepishly as the teacher brushed back her pitch-black hair and glared at them out of her storm-gray eyes. All the pupils could almost feel the lightning that such storms must surely generate. "All of you, come stand here in front now!" ordered the teacher, her voice cold and controlled, "Line up and stand up straight!" They all obeyed. Nervously, yet quick, for fear of further trouble. She directed them to stand in a line, then walked to one end. Suddenly she slapped the girl on the end. Not her face; her full, firm breasts. The girl yelped in surprise and pain. Everyone in the line flinched. "I do not mind It when you take initiative in the work," said the teacher, moving to the next girl, "but I insist on manners in my class. Did I greet you? Did I tell you to sit?" Her hand smacked into another set of tender young mounds. "I prize manners and respect above excellence and intelligence," she continued, slapping the next heaving pair of breasts, "because some people cannot help but be less intelligent. Some do not have the education to excel, but everyone has the capacity to learn manners." The teacher had reached the end of the line by the time she finished. "Now, let's try again. Good morning girls. My name is Melinda Black," she said gently. The girls greeted her, voices quavering slightly. Most were rubbing their firm mounds, trying to take the edge of the sting. Their clothes had blunted the force of the blows, but Ms Black had strong arms and hadn't been holding back. "Now that we have greeted each other, we can start on the seating arrangements," she announced. She then directed the girls to their seats according to their surnames. Jenny was assigned a seat next to Michelle Smalle. The girls disliked each other on sight. Jenny considered the other girl's heavy makeup to be slutty and cheap, Michelle thought her new neighbor looked stuck up and conceited. Soon afterwards, the teacher started talking about the subject and the requirements. Michelle dropped her pencil, which rolled under Jenny's seat. She reached down, to retrieve it, but found that the other girl's legs were in the way. She tried to brush the offending limbs out of the way, but they resisted. "You could at least try to ask," Jenny whispered condescendingly down. Her dislike was evident in her voice. "Oh, I'm so sorry," came the sarcastic reply, "I was trying to get my pen and didn't want to bother you by asking. I thought you'd understand that I was simply trying to move your legs to get the pen. Seems I overestimated you." "Is that so, Smartmouth?" Jenny shot back, "Well, it is polite to ask, and it bothers me more when someone simply does what they want, without even a thought to what the other person wants!" Michelle sat back up, furious, and said, "Well excuse me, where I come from, efficiency is more important than being pompous. If you won't move your legs, then please hand me my pen!" Unnoticed by the arguing girls, the teacher had stopped and was frowning at them. "At last, a half-civilized request!" exclaimed Jenny, then bent to pick up the pen. "Here you go. See what a little bit of manners can do?" she said as she handed over the pen. "Just because -" "You two!" called the teacher, "Would you be so kind as to stop talking!" Their mouths snapped shut. "You will be attending an detention here in my classroom, after dinner on Friday. Don't be late!" The teacher continued as if she had not been interrupted, leaving the girls sitting open-mouthed in astonishment. They could not believe their bad luck; not only would they be punished, they would have to spend that time together! By that time, they had nothing but hate and contempt for each other. The period ended soon after, and the girls filed out, some cheerful, some subdued. The first day had been littered with punishments. The lucky majority had escaped the day unscathed, but there were quite a few "casualties of law". Some had not been punished, yet, but had their sentences floating over them like storm clouds. SSCG Ch. 05 Chapter 5 -- A Hunch About Lunch The school day was finished, much to Jenny and Sarah's relief, and it was time for lunch. On the way to the dining hall, a question surfaced in Sarah's mind. "I wonder whether there will be anything out of the ordinary about lunch?" she asked her companion, "After all, look at the classes. I have a hunch about lunch; something is going to happen." "ESP or clairvoyance?" the blond girl teased her friend. "Oh well, as long as there's no running involved... this sandpaper is getting to me!" complained Jenny, walking slightly bow-legged to try and lessen the friction between her aching pussy and the sandpaper. Sarah's sandpaper was not too tight against her slit, but it really worked her poor, swollen, aching, rubbed-raw clit. The two friends shuffled along to the dining hall. They reached the hall without any problems, and found seats at one of the tables. The hall filled up rapidly. When all the girls were seated, Headmistress Brightman stood and addressed the school. "Girls and staff, I hope the first day has been a good one," she started, "and that the rules and regulations for each class are in order. Before we eat, I will explain our credit system to those of you who are here for the first time." "On some occasions, you may avoid punishments by paying in 'credit'," the headmistress continued, "You may also buy items at the school shop, and favors from girls and staff, with credit. Once you accumulate a debt, you have to work it off." "How you work off debts and accumulate spare credit," she explained, "Is by: doing a girl or staff member a favor and collecting credit, working for the school, or participating in certain activities." "A certain senior girl asked whether she could do something to acquire spare credit early on," she said and gestured a girl onto the small raised stage she was standing on, "and I told her she can; she will now put on a show for you with my help. For this she will get some credit." Headmistress Brightman directed the girl to sit on an unusual stool, which was settled on the stage. The stool was a framework of steel piping, with a sturdy frame at the base. The seat was a sickle-shaped plate of metal, which settled under the girl's rear. Both Jenny and Sarah were puzzled, but some of the more senior girls seemed to know what was going on. The new girls were surprised and a little shocked when the headmistress pulled down the girl's panties and tucked the front of her skirt into the waistband. Then the attractive lady took something from the pocket of her black academic robes and pressed it roughly into the girl's pussy! She whispered something to the girl, and then fastened her hands to a D-ring on the back of the stool. With her panties and skirt out of the way, the whole school could see everything between the girl's legs. The minimal, sickle-shaped seat was too far back and too small to hide her assets, and her arms were tied so far back that her back was arched, displaying her blouse-covered breasts and her bared pussy. "Ladies, I give you Jolena Farron," announced the headmistress, "who will be performing for us. Let us begin!" As she finished her sentence, she pulled a rectangular object form her pocket; a remote! Headmistress Brightman pressed a button on the remote, and Jolena suddenly went rigid. Her back was arched and her eyes (and thighs) were wide open. A second later she emitted a muffled yelp and collapsed back against the seat. She was writhing, either in pleasure or pain. When the head of the school pressed a second button, it became obvious which sensation she was feeling. Jolena was moaning, trying to muffle it in vain. Soon she was shaking her hips and squirming even more. Miss Brightman pulled something else from her pocket, which she stuffed in the writhing girl's mouth. Then she stepped back and watched, like the rest of the school, as the girl apparently came to a climax. "Well, that was most definitely entertaining!" Headmistress Brightman said cheerfully, "And now, let us eat. The cooks are being very kind today and are serving the food themselves. From tomorrow, the food will be served by people who want, or need, to earn a little credit." The cooks were all ladies, and all attractive. They served lunch with effortless efficiency, then vanished back behind the ornate double doors that lead to the kitchen. "Do you think that you have to be a woman, and a beautiful one too, to get a job here?" Sarah asked Jenny softly. "Looks like it," Jenny replied, distracted by the writhing of the girl on-stage. Jolena was cumming again. She continued after a moment, "All the teachers are women, all the maids, all the cooks... even the gardeners I've seen are women. Beautiful too, the whole lot." "Definitely an exclusive school!" her friend whispered back. "They've got good reason to hire only women though; I doubt any man could keep his lust in check with things like that all around," she added, gesturing at the girl moaning and slumping limply in her seat on-stage. Lunch was excellent, tasty and filling, and soon vanished. The cooks cleared away the dishes. Presumably students would do that for credit from the next day on. Maybe they could wash dishes for credit too? "Well, girls," said the headmistress, "I hope you enjoyed lunch, and the show. Extra-mural activities don't start until Wednesday, so for today and tomorrow you have the afternoons off." "You're dismissed," she concluded, "Be back here for dinner, on time, please. Apart from that, enjoy your afternoon!" The girls filed out of the hall. Jolena was still tied to the chair, and Headmistress Brightman was whispering something in her ear. The helpless girl suddenly ducked her head and blushed. "I wonder what she's saying?" Jenny mused. "I'd like to know too," replied Sarah, "It looks interesting. Just look at that blush!" ----------------------- --------------------------------------- ----------------------------- Thanks for the feedback and votes, dear readers! And thanks again to Anann for her help. I hope you enjoy SSCG, there are many more chapters, if you want them. Please vote or send feedback. If you have an idea or suggestion, please tell me about it! Happy reading! Ashelon SSCG Ch. 06 Thanks, dear readers, for your loyalty (you read this far), your encouragement, comments and constructive criticism (which you are sending to me, right?). Thank you for reading this, and thanks to Anann for her help, support and input. Enjoy! Chapter 6 -- Paying a visit Neither Jenny nor Sarah could calm down during the afternoon. Their evening visit to Ms Lacey's house was looming over them, and Ms Lacey's sandpaper gifts were still rubbing them raw. Literally. They dared not remove the paper, so they spent their afternoons on their beds. Both tried to read, to listen to music, to work on their laptops (one of the perks of having rich families). Nothing worked. Their books , iPods and laptops were not enough distraction to let them forget the sandpaper. Shortly before they were supposed to be at the teacher's house, they dressed for dinner. It was slightly awkward, since they tried to avoid moving too much, but they managed, and walked to Ms Lacey's house. When they arrived, the teacher herself opened the door. "Come in, come in," she said cheerfully. The sadistic grin that lurked just above her delicate chin belied her words. "Go right through to the dining room. You will not speak unless spoken to and will do everything I say. Understood?" They nodded, carefully, each wondering and fearing what would happen to them once inside. They shuffled along the hall and turned left into a modest, yet elegant, dining room. There was another guest; the girl who Ms Lacey had punished so harshly that morning. She stood nervously, eyes darting and hands fidgeting. "She is here to receive a reward," Ms Lacey explained from the doorway behind them, "A reward for bearing her unfair punishment and being a good example. You, on the other hand, are here to be punished." Jenny looked around, about to say something, but luckily she came to her senses when Sarah gave her a discreet nudge. They remained mute, and sat in the seats the teacher pointed out. "Since you are here to be punished, take off your blouses and skirts," ordered the hostess. The girls gave exclamations of dismay, but were overruled. Reluctantly, they began to take off their outer clothes and folded them neatly on unoccupied chairs as ordered. Clad only in their sandpaper-lined underwear, they sat back down. Ms Lacey fetched a pot from the kitchen, which she placed on flat wooden board on the table. The board was exquisitely carved. The carvings were unusual; they depicted women. Bound women. Tortured women. Pleasured women. Seeing her guests' interest in the carvings, the teacher explained proudly, "A student of mine made this for me. She and I started off on the wrong foot, like with you, but we ended up as good friends in the end." She ladled potato soup into bowls for each person and passed them around. Jenny and Sarah were famished, because they had been too nervous too eat much at lunch, so they started eating at once. The other girl waited. "Ahem ahem," Ms Lacey cleared her throat pointedly, "Girls, haven't your parents taught you to wait for the hostess to start before you do?" The girls looked up, red-faced with shame and embarrassment. "Since you seem to be incapable of self-control," she scolded, "I will have to discipline manners into you. Take off your bras." Slowly and reluctantly the girls complied. "Now dip your nipples into the soup," ordered the teacher, "Right one first. Hold each nipple in the soup for at least thirty seconds. If you do not obey, your punishment will get worse." The girls obeyed. They had no alternative, really, and they secretly liked being ordered around like that. The soup was still very hot and their nipples felt like they were on fire. As soon as thirty seconds had passed, they jerked backwards, away from the burning pain in their tender nips. "Now the left ones," Ms Lacey ordered mercilessly, "Keep them there for sixty seconds." Jenny groaned in dismay and Sarah tensed up. They were sure that they would not survive having their nipples dipped in the hot soup for a whole minute. They dipped their tender nubs into the bowls. It was obvious that they were uncomfortable, but the soup had luckily cooled down a bit. As they neared the end of their ordeal, they started squirming in their seats and yelping. The burning ache in their nipples grew worse and worse. When their hostess announced that the minute had passed, Sarah jerked her nipple out of the bowl so enthusiastically that her chair tipped over backwards. Luckily, she was unhurt. The rest of the meal passed quickly and quietly. The food was tasty and healthy, yet, the atmosphere was tense and ominous. Every girl was nervous in her own way. After the meal, they filed silently into the bedroom, as Ms Lacey ordered. "Come here you two!" she called to Jenny and Sarah. They walked over to where she was standing, over by a open wall. There was a row of hooks two meters up the wall. Ms Lacey attached leather cuffs to their wrists, then tied the cuffs to the hooks with nylon rope. The two girls, nude from the waist up, shifted nervously on their feet. Their hands were bound securely above their heads. "Get on the bed, Rose," said Ms Lacey to the third girl, gently and warmly, "I'll join you in a minute." Then she rummaged around in her bedside table's drawer. She walked over to the girls, holding two thick disk-shaped objects. "These will keep you occupied," announced the teacher. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes. She fiddled with the things she held, and they started buzzing! She dropped the first one into Sarah's panties and the second into Jenny's. It was now obvious that the things were vibrators. Ms Lacey walked to the girl on the bed and said, "Your turn." Rose tensed up. She was afraid that Ms Lacey planned something worse for her. As soon as she had removed all of Rose's clothes, she settled down between the girl's shapely thighs. Before Rose realized what was happening, her teacher was licking her shaved pussy lips. The girl moaned, her eyes wide open with surprise. Barely a minute later, she was flailing around on the bed. She started pinching and pulling her nipples and stroking her breasts. Suddenly her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She started bucking her hips and mauling her breasts. The orgasm was violent and continued for a whole minute. Ms Lacey didn't let up. "My goodness, girl!" exclaimed the teacher, "You really were worked up, I barely started, and you were already cumming! Well, I'm not about to let up on you this quickly." Then she went back to eating the lucky girl's pussy. Jenny and Sarah watched, spellbound, as their teacher slid her tongue over Rose's outer labia. After a minute, the girl started moaning again. Ms Lacey was a well-practiced pussy licker, it seemed. She slid her tongue over and around her pupil's wet pussy lips, until she started begging. "Please Ma'am," the girl asked between moans, "Please. More." The teacher chuckled and kept on teasing the girl with only the tip of her tongue, sliding it up and down her slit, and blowing on her exposed clit. Rose started bucking her hips and and grabbed her teacher's head. "Please Ma'am, stop teasing!" she cried, trying to pull her teacher's head into her crotch. She jerked her hips up, trying to reach the elusive tongue. At last, Ms Lacey gave in to Rose's pleas, and pressed her mouth to the girl's soaking wet pussy. She covered Rose's whole pussy with her mouth and sucked the labia into her mouth. "Aaah!" the Rose exclaimed, her hands fisting in her teacher's hair, "Ooh! Just like that! More, please Ma'am!" Ms Lacey started humming, driving her student into spasms of pleasure as the vibrations tickled her sensitive pussy. Jenny and Sarahwere both squirming by then. The vibrators were on what was surely the lowest setting, not enough to let them cum, but enough to drive them crazy with need and arousal. The two girls were on the very edge of orgasm, aroused by the show and the teasing, tortuous vibrators. There simply was just not quite enough stimulation to get them off. Bucking their hips didn't help much either. Rose flung her arms above her head and pushed out her legs. Ms Lacey had just stuck her tongue as far up her pupil's pussy as she could reach, and was flicking the tip of her tongue around. The girl on the bed started mauling her own breasts frantically, twisting the nipples and pulling her firm young mounds upwards. "Oooh, yes! Ms Lacey! I'm going to -- oooooh!" Rose squealed, and came. Her hips were bucking wildly and her limbs were flailing, but the teacher kept her mouth firmly on the sensitive honey-pot between her pupil's legs. "Please Ma'am!" the ravaged girl called out weakly, "I can't.. no more, please!" Ms Lacey reluctantly removed her face from between Rose's thighs and licked her lips. Rose herself collapsed, seemingly absolutely spent. The teacher slowly kissed her way up the exhausted girl's body. When the were face to face, Rose exploded into action. She flipped them around, holding Ms Lacey's arms above her head with one hand and slipping the other between them. "My turn!" she announced, "I owe you one... or two." Then her fingers slid between the legs of her "captive". Her thumb zeroed in on the sensitive nub at the top of the slit, while her index finger slipped between the lips. Ms Lacey was already soaking wet. "Enjoying yourself?" asked the girl softly. The teacher smiled, then lunged forward. Instead of breaking free, she shoved her tongue into her "captor's" mouth. Apparently she was enjoying Rose's attentions. As the two on the bed started squirming, humping and moaning, the pair against the wall strained desperately to try and reach their climaxes. They humped their hips forward, but their panties didn't provide enough stimulation, even with the sandpaper still inside. They were doomed to simmer, and hope that they would get a chance to boil over soon "Oh, keep that up!" moaned the teacher, "You're going to make me cum, you naughty girl!" They moved back into a lip-lock and Rose's fingers sped up. By now she had all four her fingers moving around inside Ms Lacey's pussy. The nude figures on the bed started writhing faster and faster. There was a sense of straining for something, of climbing the peak of a mountain. Then the mountain blew open like a volcano. Ms Lacey bucked and jerked so violently as she came that she knocked Rose off her, and almost of the bed as well! Through it all, Rose managed to keep two of her fingers inside her teacher, still rubbing fervently. It took two minutes before all the aftershocks were finished, and another minute before Ms Lacey could stand on her own. Then she slowly stood up. "My goodness, girl!" she exclaimed, "Was that your first time? You have really talented fingers." "No, ma'am," Rose lowered her head and replied, "I've done that before." She seemed almost ashamed of it. Ms Lacey, on the other hand, was still smiling. The teacher walked over and untied Jenny and Sarah, warning them, "You are not allowed to touch yourselves until you are back in your dorm." The girls were so desperate for release that, if they had not been ordered to wait, they would shamelessly have made themselves cum right there. Ms Lacey removed the sandpaper and vibrators from the two girls' panties, teasing them mercilessly, then escorted them and Rose out of her house, not letting them dress. "Bye!" she called, "Sleep well!" Rose darted stealthily behind some bushes, dressed, then walked to her room. Jenny and Sarah just ran all the way to their room... and the opportunity to cum. SSCG Ch. 07-08 Chapter 7 -- Opportunities to cum Jenny and Sarah visited Ms Lacey, their English teacher, on the afternoon of the first day of the school term. They visited because they were to receive punishment... which consisted of them being tied up and teased and denied mercilessly while watching said teacher "reward" another student. When the visit was over, Ms Lacey sent the two friends, as well as Rose, out into the night, holding most of their clothes instead of wearing them. The two roommates ran all the way back to their cozy room to finish some frustratingly unfinished business. The two girls burst in through the door, barely pausing to open it and lock it behind them. Then they raced to their respective beds, fell back and continued what their earlier adventure had started. Sarah was so horny that her slight shyness was totally forgotten; she simply laid back and started tugging her nipples with one hand. Her free hand quickly slid down to her dripping wet pussy, pulled down her tiny white panties and started rubbing her clit with frantic haste. Jenny lay back on her bed with her legs hanging, widespread, over the side. Her right hand flew to her sopping wet snatch, barely pausing to jerk her lacy white thong down to her knees, and three fingers plunged effortlessly into her slick depths, then pumped in and out, squelching audibly. The brunette's hand toyed lightly with her breasts, then moved hesitantly downwards. It crept down, past her bellybutton, past her pubic mound. It nudged her clit and hesitated, then slid even further, along her left labia. At last it hovered uncertainly above her puckered rear hole. Jenny wanted to go on, but was afraid of what Sarah would think. Moments later, she had decided; her forefinger moved in and slid along the crinkled brown ring. Then Sarah looked over. Jenny froze, holding her breath. The blond girl gasped, and her roommate despaired, feeling the coming rejection. Instead of proclaiming her disgust, Sarah started rubbing faster and mauling her full breasts with savage passion. Jenny moaned in surprise at her roommate's reaction. She had expected disgust, like the last and only time someone saw her like this... The fire in the squirming brunette was building up to an urgent volcano. She shoved one finger into her ass, moaning at the mingled pleasure and pain. The finger started pumping in and out, then another finger joined it. The fingers in Jenny's nether hole twirled, wriggled and pumped in time with the fingers in her pussy. Her thumb slid onto her clit and started massaging the sweet pleasure nub. All of a sudden the squirming moaning brunette felt something give way and allow the thunderous orgasm to flood through her body. In her incoherent, delirious state, she barely noticed the loud moans that indicated that Sarah was cumming at the same time. "Jenny?" Sarah asked softly, hesitantly. Jenny glanced over. Her roommate wasn't looking at her. Was she ashamed, or afraid? "Yes?" Jenny replied, and cringed. Now came the rejection. It would be that first time all over again... "I'm still a little..." the blond girl admitted, turning to look at her roommate, "Still a little horny." Then she blushed cutely and looked quickly away. Jenny was surprised. Where was the condemnation for her shameful actions with her ass? "And?" Jenny asked, wondering why her roommate had shared the fact, "Are you asking my permission to go on or something?" Sarah could barely look her friend in the eyes as she asked, "Could you maybe, help me get off?" Jenny was speechless. "It's more satisfying that way," Sarah explained hurriedly. Her face was crimson with embarrassment. "But I'm not... I don't... I'm not lesbian!" exclaimed Jenny, still stunned at what was happening. "Neither am I," replied her friend, "But it's more satisfying if someone else helps. And I so need... never mind." The blond girl got up, but just as she was about to slip away into the bathroom, Jenny spoke. "Wait," she said, "I think I understand. It's kind of the same for me, but I didn't think... If you don't want something more than friendship and some help, I'm okay with it. To tell the truth, I'm a little unsatisfied myself." Sarah smiled joyously. Her friend had agreed after all! She seated her self on Jennifer's bed. She was looking forward to feeling someone else's fingers between her legs again. Jenny reached out to her friend's crotch. It was weird but sort of exciting. Her finger slipped down the mound, through the pubic hair, which was trimmed down to a neat little upside down triangle, and finally reached her friend's wet pussy. Sarah moaned as her roommate's fingers slipped between her soft, wet labia. First one, then two, then three gentle digits wormed their way into her depths. They wriggled and twisted and flexed inside the moist tunnel, driving Sarah to new heights of arousal. The blond girl moaned and lay back, helpless to stop the flood of arousal streaming out from her crotch. It was so deliciously naughty to have someone else's hand there. The fact that that hand belonged to a girl just made it even naughtier. "Oh! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Sarah moaned breathlessly, "Just keep going, please! I'm getting close!" Jenny hadn't even considered stopping. She might not be a lesbian, but the whole thing was still pretty hot. When Jenny pushed another finger in, while massaging her friend's clit with her thumb, Sarah came. The orgasming girl writhed around like an eel, moaning as her climax washed through her, wiping away her thoughts and worries. Jenny was about to pull away when her roommate stopped her. "Please don't stop yet," begged the blond girl breathlessly, "I just need one more... Please!" 'She's a horny little girl alright,' Jenny thought, 'She's not satisfied with two orgasms, she asks for another. Oh well, I don't mind obliging her in the least.' Jenny started moving her fingers again, wiggling the ones buried in her roommate's slit and tapping her friend's clit rhythmically with her thumb. Her other hand snaked its way down to her own bare, wet pussy. Her panties were still lying on her bed. "Jenny?" Sarah asked shyly, "Could you maybe, you know? Do what you did, do the same for me? You don't have to if you don't want to, but I wondered how it feels..." The girl's face was crimson with embarrassment, but she forced herself to look her roommate in the eye. "You mean this?" Jenny asked, surprised, and slid the forefinger of her left hand over her friend's rear hole, while keeping the fingers of her right hand moving in the girl's dripping wet pussy. "Yessss!" Sarah hissed in pleasure, "Oooh, it's even better than it looks!" She writhed and squirmed and arched her back, but was careful to keep within reach of those exquisitely pleasurable fingers. Jenny used every trick she had discovered while pleasuring herself to drive her roommate to greater pleasure. Fingers were thrusting in both holes, a thumb was tapping a clit and it was all catapulting Sarah to her inevitable release. Sarah knew she was all the way there when a tidal wave of pleasure started rolling up from her toes. "I'm going tooooo..." she exclaimed, wriggling and humping against the fingers that had driven her over the edge. The cumming girl's holes clamped down so hard that Jenny's fingers were almost injured. It took half a minute for the climax to pass, and the aftershocks lasted for another whole minute. The atmosphere was tense and awkward when the climax was over. Neither of the girls knew what to say. Then Jenny had an idea. "How about you return the favor?" she asked her roommate. Sarah nodded, not trusting her voice after her earth-shaking orgasm. By unspoken consent, they moved quickly and silently over to the other bed. The silence was getting uncomfortable, but was soon dispelled by Jenny's moaning when her roommate started stroking her mound and sensitive pussy lips. Both the show at Ms Lacey's house and her own self-pleasuring had induced the brown-haired girl's pussy into a tender, dripping-wet state. Pleasuring Sarah had kept her good and aroused, and now her friend was exploring her mound, clit and labia. Girl-juice was almost streaming out between her puffy outer labia. Sarah decided to skip to the good part; her friend was already primed. Three of her fingers slipped easily between her roommate's pussy lips, and two from her other hand slipped into the girl's ass after she rubbed them in Jenny's cum to moisten them. Jenny bucked and moaned. She was already seeing stars, and had to suppress a scream of pleasure. Her roommate had jumped in and gotten right down to work. Sarah was wiggling her fingers inside her friend and massaging her clit roughly with a thumb. The blond girl's little finger and left thumb were stroking her roommate's perineum, between her pussy and asshole, while three fingers pumped into the latter. The blond girl could do nothing but lie back and be ravished. Her roommate had jumped in and pushed her almost all the way to the edge of orgasm. Barely a minute after she started, Sarah drove her friend over the edge. Jenny squirmed, squealed and clamped down hard on her roommate's fingers. Sarah, however, was not finished. She kept on stimulating her friend right through her climax, then sped up afterwards. "Wow!" exclaimed Jenny, "Hey Sarah, I've come! I've come!" She shifted to try and escape the agonizingly pleasurable fingers, but her orgasm had tired her out. "I owe you one!" Sarah explained, and kept right on pumping. She tried to put another finger into her friend's ass, but it was just a bit too tight. All the fingers on the blond girl's right hand, except for the thumb, were pumping roughly in and out of Jenny's pussy. Sarah's thumb roughly rubbed her friend's tender clit. Jennifer was writhing in agony and ecstasy. Her friend's fingers were coaxing so much pleasure from her sensitive pussy, clit and asshole that the pleasure became sweet agony. It was barely a minute later when Jenny climaxed. But to her it felt like an eternity. Her whole mind was focused on three things: her asshole, pussy and clit. It seemed to her that they were on fire, giving off glowing waves of pleasure, yet painfully burning at the same time. Sarah bent down and blew on her friend's clit, and Jenny came. She was wracked with spasms of near unendurable pleasure and exquisite pain, and she loved both. A whole minute later, Jenny sagged limply onto the bed. There was a silence between them, but it was not really uncomfortable. They both realized that they were far too tired and content to discuss the matter, so they shed their clothes and slipped into the bed and went to sleep. It was only the next morning that they realized that they had slept together, in the Sarah's bed. Chapter 8 -- The morning after The next morning was slightly awkward, but not unbearably so. The woke up early, and then blushed when the realized that they were cuddling together, naked, in Sarah's bed. They quickly prepared for school, and had half an hour to spare before assembly and breakfast. They sat down, silently, on their own beds. After a minute, Jenny asked, "What does last night mean for us?" Sarah sighed, "When I first realized that I can enjoy... being intimate... with another woman, I spent days asking and trying to answer those questions. I'll tell you the best answers I could come up with." "I don't really have romantic feelings for women," she continued, "and I figured that, since I simply enjoy... you know... being with women, and I'm not looking for a relationship, I don't consider myself a lesbian. Not even really bi." "What about us?" asked Jenny, "No offense, but I don't really want us to be a couple or anything.." "None taken, I think pretty much the same," replied the blond girl, "If being friends with benefits is fine with you, it's fine with me." "Sound good," her roommate agreed, "friends with benefits it is then." The two girls chatted for a while longer about various small matters, whiling away the time. Unfortunately, they got so caught up in their conversation, that they were a few minutes late for assembly. They ran to the hall, but were just too late. Ms Emelia Albrecht, their Manufacturing teacher, stopped them when they tried to enter the hall. "Assembly started two minutes ago," the short teacher said, her summer-sky-blue eyes bearing a slightly frosty expression. "Your punishment will be three credits, to be done by next week." She then indicated that they should be silent, enter the hall and sit on the nearest open chairs. The two girls sat down in a slight daze. They had not expected to experience the credit system so personally so soon in the year. After breakfast they had an open period, which they used to find out how they were going to work off their three-credit punishment debt. They went to the library since the head librarian was also the mistress of credit; she administrated the system, ensuring its smooth operation. "The credit system is done entirely on the school's computer network these days," Ms Thalia Muerva explained, "It used to be a set of books, but this is much more efficient." "Go to one of the student computers in the school, they have green stickers on the mouse and computer box, and log into your account by placing your finger on the fingerprint reader," Ms Muerva directed, "Select the credit program, the scales icon." "You will see a list of possible things to do, with their credit values," the librarian continued, "Double click on one to view more details. When looking at the details, press the button labeled 'Accept' and place your finger on the sensor to confirm that you will do that activity." "Thank you, ma'am," said Jenny on behalf of herself and Sarah, "We will do that right away." "Just keep in mind that you have to show up if you choose an activity!" warned Ms Muerva, "If you accept an activity and you do not show up for it, you will have credits deducted from your account!" "Yes ma'am," Sarah replied, "Thank you for the advice." The two girls quickly found two student computers in the library, and logged in. They were astounded at the amount and variety of the choices that were available when they opened the credit program. The choices ranged from a light spanking to a public caning with a vibrator embedded in both lower orifices, from eating lunch in handcuffs to wearing nothing but a clit clamp for an entire school day. The two girls were overwhelmed by the wide array of choices, and had difficulty deciding on what they would do. At last, just before the period ended, they hurriedly decided what they would do; they opted to be garden statues for two hours. The activity sounded simple; they would be tied to a frame on a pedestal in the gardens and left there for two hours, passing students would not be allowed to touch them, teachers could only touch with two fingers, and only for thirty seconds every half-hour. There seemed to be only one small catch: 'Without props' was listed as 2 credits, while 'Minimal props' was worth 4 credits and 'Full props' were worth 6 credits. Several of the photos showed people cradling amphorae, holding cupid bows and various other things. The girls assumed that these were the 'props'. They agreed to do it that very afternoon, since extra-mural activities would start the next evening and they might want to be at one trial or another. Their next period was maths, which Jenny was silently dreading. She disliked the girl who sat next to her and they had already gotten each other into trouble once. How would the second day go? *************************** Hello readers, thanks for reading this story. Please send me feedback, especially if you like the story or have suggestions. Thanks to Anann, who is my editor, experimental audience and adviser. SSCG Ch. 09 Chapter 9 – 'Till statues part Michelle was already seated when Jenny and Sarah walked into the maths class. Sarah departed for her seat after wishing her friend good luck – softly. Then Jenny had to seat herself next to Michelle. They did not look at each other or greet each other. The teacher quickly and efficiently explained to them that they would be doing a group assignment. They were to work with the person sitting next to them, and they had only the one lesson to complete the assignment, which would show the teacher what her students had already been taught and what she still needed to teach them. The silence between Jenny and her new partner was cold, uncomfortable and seemingly unbreakable. They divided up the sums wordlessly, each doing half the assignment on their own. They were both good a maths, and soon finished the assignment. When they had put their separate parts of the assignment together, Jenny rested her chin on one of her hands and wondered why she disliked the girl next to her so much. There were the obvious reasons; Michelle wore thick, overdone makeup, was rude and acted as if she had no idea of manners and proper conduct. There seemed to be more to the feeling than that, though. Perhaps it was the aloof, arrogant manner of the girl? Maybe it was because she had gotten them both into trouble? She wasn't quite sure, but the feeling was there, it was strong, and it was very obviously mutual. The teacher asked them whether they were finished already. They both replied that they were. Ms Black gave the two girls a calculating look, then warned them not to cause any trouble, or they might spend more of the weekend with her. The two girls were slightly indignant, but also somewhat intimidated. They were still testing the waters of their new school and their first experiences there had driven home the potency and authority of the system. The period passed without incident. Michelle lay down on her arms, her body language inscrutable, while Jenny leaned back and worried silently about the ordeal she and her friend would go through just a little while later. The whole statue thing seemed rather easy, if somewhat embarrassing, but Jenny had a nagging feeling that there would be a catch that they had missed. She suspected that the whole deal was just a bit too easy and good to be true. Eventually, the period ended and they moved on to the next class. The day passed without anything remarkable occurring, and soon the two friends found themselves on the way to the part of the school garden where they would be put on pedestals. A gardener was waiting for them by a row of five pedestals. Two other students were already there. Three of the pedestals had strange frames made of steel tubing protruding from their tops. On closer inspection, it became apparent that the frames were removable or replaceable. "Right," said the gardener, a curvy young lady in her 20's, "Now that you're all here, I can tell you how this works." "I'm Amelia Stone. Rika here," she said, gesturing at a short redheaded girl standing to her left, "will be participating in another activity in the gardens. The rest of you are here to play statues for credits. I'll get you all secured first, then distribute the props. All of you, strip. Now." As soon as they had overcome their shock and shed their clothes, she grabbed Sarah and hauled her onto a pedestal. Before the surprised girl could utter a word, the lady popped a ballgag into her mouth and fastened it around both her head and part of the frame. "No need for any of you to talk," explained Ms Stone, then quickly secured her captive to the frame with efficiency born of frequent practice. "Next," she said briskly and hauled Jenny onto the next platform without waiting for an answer. Soon all three pedestals were occupied. The gardener checked her knots and ropework, Satisfied, she stood back and surveyed the girls. Sarah was posed as if she had just kicked something, arms held bent at almost shoulder height. Jenny was standing proudly erect, cradling an imaginary object with her right arm. The last girl, Emily, was imitating the statue of liberty. "There," said the lady, "Now we just need to distribute the props." She grabbed a bag, which was leaning against Emily's post, and reached in. She drew something out, but before the girls could identify it, she stepped forwards and shoved it into Emily's exposed pussy and clipped her labia together with some sort of clamp! The violated girl squealed behind her gag and pulled at her bindings. All she managed to do was wiggle her full young breasts enticingly. Ms Stone moved from Emily to Jenny and inserted something into her vulnerable slit as well and clamped her pussy lips shut. Jenny was more prepared and merely uttered an indignant mumble form behind her gag. Her gut feeling about a hidden catch to the deal was proving correct in a most unexpected and alarming way. "Hold still!" ordered the gardener, giving Jenny a warning slap on her right buttock, "I don't have time for your wiggling. You agreed to be here, you signed up for this, so you will just have to endure it." Sarah received a different treatment; instead of having something shoved up inside her, Ms Stone clipped a porcelain fig leaf to her lower lips! The leaf fastened tightly onto her labia and covered her pussy, but the leaf was shaped as if it was painted onto Sarah's genitals. The porcelain showed a clear cameltoe and even had a small nub that revealed the position of her clit. Next the lady clipped small, strong clamps onto the girls' nipples each clamp had a different fruit hanging from it; the fruits were painted metal, not plastic, and pulled painfully at their sensitive nipples. All three girls protested as best they could from behind the gags, but Ms Stone simply ignored the muffled yells and squeals. As finishing touches, the lady placed an amphora in the crook of Jenny's right arm and fastened it to her right nipple. Then she placed an aluminum replica of a flogger in Emily's upraised hand. Lastly she fastened thin chains from Sarah's hands and raised foot to the leaf covering her crotch. "Enjoy your quiet afternoon, ladies," said Amelia Stone, with a hint of malicious sarcasm. She took a small device, resembling a cell phone, from her pocket and pressed a series of buttons. All three the girls on the pedestals squealed, struggled and cried out. All their nipple clamps, the objects in Emily and Jenny's pussies and the leaf covering Sarah's crotch had started vibrating! The gardener strode away, pulling the fourth girl, Rika, along behind her and leaving the other girls to their pleasurable torment. The three human statues took a few minutes to settle down a bit, and by then they were already well on their way to orgasms. The vibrators were intense and continual and were driving them insane with pleasure. Sarah was the first to succumb; her leaf was pressing against her clit and overloading her with pleasure. She moaned loudly and started bucking her hips as much as she was able to as her climax tore through her like a flood. As she came down from her pleasure high, the first drops of her nectar gathered on her pussy lips and began to slide down her thighs. Soon both other girls came in quick succession and they all started towards the next orgasm before they had properly recovered from the first one. That was when people started to gather. It seemed that this was to be as much a show as the one in the hall. A few girls sat down on unused pedestals and nearby benches. By the time Jenny had cum four times, there were at least two dozen girls watching them. There was a group of girls doing homework on a nearby patch of grass, who kept glancing up from their work to look at the three bound girls. More simply sat and watched. Several people listened to music as they sat, some read books, some chatted with friends but nowhere was there a camera or camera phone to be seen. The girls had long since learnt to respect the rule that everything that happened in SSCG stayed in SSCG. After thirty minutes, the girls were tiring; they had been cumming almost continually. Then Ms Stone walked up to the girls and announced that they would get something to drink. She also warned them not to say a word while they were ungagged. The fourth girl, Rita, arrived shortly after the gardener. She was naked and her forearms were tied together in front of her with each hand holding the opposite elbow. She was pulling a small cart which contained what seemed to be gardening supplies. The girls who had been watching the human statues whispered to one another when they saw how Rita pulled the cart. There were a few gasps, many wide eyes and several girls winced in sympathy. Large, toothed clamps were fastened to each of her tender pussy lips and the cart was attached to those clamps with strong bungee cord. When the girl walked forwards, the cart pulled harshly on her sensitive labia. Rita struggled forwards until the cart was right in front of Jenny. Then she stopped and let out a muffled moan of relief from behind an unobtrusive ballgag. She bent her knees slightly, trying to lessen the painful pull on her sore lower lips, but stayed upright and looked at Ms Stone pleadingly. "Good girl," said the gardener, "I see you've learned to wait for me to tell you to do. That's good... I don't want to have to take you for another round of the nettle hedge." The girl whimpered at the reminder of an apparently painful memory. "But I told you to never get more than three meters behind me," Ms Stone said, stepping closer and frowning, "You were more than five meters behind when I got here. Disobedience must be punished, as I warned you." "On your knees," she ordered the girl. When Rita was down on her knees, Ms Stone untied the bungee cord from the cart. Then she guided the girl to an iron ring set into the floor, where she tied the cord tightly to the ring. There was still some slack between the ring and the clamps on the girl's abused labia, which gave her some respite. Jenny wondered whether this apparent comfort was supposed to be the punishment. "Now," said Ms Stone, "If you can stand up straight five times, then your punishment is over. If you can't, we're going back to the nettle hedge! Stand up straight five times. You have one minute." There were quite few gasps from the newer students. They couldn't believe that Rita could stand up; there wasn't enough slack for her to stand! Apparently the nettle hedge was a very effective threat, because Rita struggled upright. The girl moaned in pain as the slack in the cord vanished and she had to stretch it to stand up completely. Her pussy lips were roughly and painfully pulled downwards by the stretched cord, and they stretched three centimeters longer to cope with the pull. When the girl was standing upright, Ms Stone walked over and shoved Rita's slightly spread legs together. The girl yelped behind her gag as she was forced to stand straighter and her labia were pulled down another centimeter. "One," the gardener intoned mercilessly, "Hurry up or you'll do ten." Rita gasped as she fell to her knees, the cement grinding into her skin and her aching pussy lips contracting to a more normal length. Again she struggled to pull herself up. Again she pulled the cord taut. Again her nether lips were stretched downward, causing her unbelievable torment. When she was upright, she made sure her legs were together, then looked at Ms Stone. As soon as her captor nodded, the girl sank to the floor again, whimpering at the pain in her crotch as her labia tried to recover their usual shape. Three more times the Rita forced herself upright, then sank down as soon as Ms Stone nodded. At last she was finished, whimpering and groaning behind her gag. Jenny winced in sympathy as she saw that the girl's privates had not recovered completely. Her labia were a centimeter longer than before her punishment, even though there was no longer a pull on it. "She'll recover by tomorrow," the gardener assured the watching crowd, "But she'll remember to do what I say next time." She approached the girl, untied the cord from the ring in the floor and removed the clamps from the girl's tender, sore labia. "You won't be able to pull the cart by these," said Ms Stone to her charge, punctuating her announcement with a slap to the girl's vulnerable and extremely tender pussy. As Rita reared back and yelled into her gag, the lady continued, "So you'll pull it by your nipples." The watching girls winced in sympathy as the suffering girl received the tormenting clips on her nipples. Rita barely groaned, she was so distracted by a much worse pain lower down. Ms Stone left the girl to her pain, and turned her attention towards the human statues. It took her barely five minutes to give each of the girls a long, cool drink of some sort of energy drink. She told them it was made by students in the manufacturing class for exclusive use by SSCG. As soon as all the girls had been thoroughly watered and she had removed and reattached their nipple clamps, the gardener inspected the plinths the girls were standing on, after switching off the vibrations. The girl's faces turned bright red as they realized that they were standing in shallow pools of their own cum, which had collected in the somewhat bowl-shaped tops of the pedestals. The gardener smiled mischievously as she looked each girl in the eyes. Then she took a remote from her pocket and dramatically pressed a button on it. The girls shuddered, squirmed and squealed as a thin jet of cool liquid spouted up from the center of each pedestal. The liquid shot up, hit Jenny on her pussy lips and dripped down into the concave surface of the pedestal. Emily was in the same situation as Jenny. Sarah felt the stream shoot up between the porcelain leaf covering her genitals and her pussy. It struck her all along her lower lips and even on her little pleasure nub. Just when the girls had gotten used to the fountains, the lady with the remote pressed another button. The objects inside Jenny and Emily as well as Sarah's leaf started pulsing electric current through the surrounding sensitive flesh. Again the girls twisted and yelped helplessly, their struggles useless and their complaints muted. Before they could gather their wits, the vibrations started again. Through the haze of pleasure, they barely saw Rita once again being tied to the cart and both her and the gardener leaving. The last thing that went through Jenny's mind before the overwhelming sensation washed away her capacity for rational thought, was a realization. The puddle around her feet wasn't overflowing, even though the fountain fell into it, so the fountain must simply be getting the liquid it spouted from the puddle. The fountain was spouting a jet of her own cum at her. The three bucking, writhing, human statues had no space in their overloaded minds for any sort of coherent thought. The mild pain of the shocks only serves to increase the flood of pleasure rising from the girls' nipples and pussies to overwhelm their pleasure centers. The watching girls stare at the arousing sight. Some watch surreptitiously, glancing away constantly to see whether someone is watching them. Others gaze openly at the spectacle; the girls on a nearby patch of grass had abandoned their books and seated themselves comfortably to watch Some of the watcher looked almost envious, others looked fearful. Some looked sympathetic, other openly gleeful at the sight. All of them started whispering among themselves when the noticed that the trickle of cum down Jenny's thigh was growing larger. The trickle grew until it could almost be called a stream. A few short minutes later, the other two girls followed suit as their trickles grew and started flowing faster. The puddles grew until they were almost spilling over the sides of the pedestals, then they suddenly sank down a bit. The cum was being sucked into a little hidden tube in the middle of the top of each pedestal, and stored inside. Half an hour later, the gardener came by again and forced them to drink more of the energy drink she had given them earlier. Little did they know that it was that drink, coupled with the shocks, that had them leaking so much cum. After another hour, Ms Stone again came by to give them more of the drink. The girls were too overwhelmed by the continuous flood of sensation to see that the cart was now powered by a small motor. Rita was nowhere to be seen, her duty finished when the other girls' ordeal was barely halfway. The gardener also replaced a set of cum-filled plastic jars with empty ones at each pedestal. She loaded the filled jars onto the now self-powered cart and vanished to an unknown location. For the next fifteen minutes, the girls on the pedestals squirm less and stay silent, too tired to struggle and moan, but the crowd is still riveted to the sight of the human statues wriggling slightly and the stream of cum flowing down their legs. Ms Stone appears after barely fifteen minutes to pour the insidious energy drink into the girls. She forces them to drink so much that their stomachs ache, but that pain is lost in the hurricane of pleasure that constantly assaulted the girls' minds. The drink was speedily absorbed and then used to make more cum. The flow of girl juice down the statues' thighs grew even faster and thicker as the specially formulated drink conspires with the pulsing electricity in their crotches to stimulate them to produce more and more cum. The hidden tubes were open almost all the time for the last quarter of an hour of their ordeal, and the empty jars that Ms Stone had again replaced the partly-full ones with when she last gave them something to drink, were full by the time that their two hours was over. The gardener chased the watching girls away, then switched everything off. The last cum trickled down and was sucked into the jars, then the girls were released. Firstly, the lady removed the girls' nipple clamps, then the objects inside Jenny and Emily. She moved on to Sarah, where she carefully removed the porcelain leaf. She removed their gags, then untied them one by one. As the girls were released, they groaned in pain as stiff limbs and aching crotches and nipples made themselves felt. When Emily, the last one to be released, stepped stiffly off her pedestal and landed with a slight splat as her cum-soaked foot hit the ground, the gardener quickly removed the filled jars of girl juice. The three girls blushed when they realized what the jars contained. "Well," Ms Stone told them, "you're finished. Go to your rooms, get cleaned up and don't be late for dinner, or we might meet again. Your credits will be added to your account to pay for your misdemeanors." The girls scurried to their dorm rooms, avoiding as much as possible of the staff and students, their clothes in sealed plastic bags. The gardener had given them the clothes like that and explained that the last part of the ordeal was to get home without any clothes on and still soaked in girl juice from the waist down. When they got to their room, Jenny and Sarah didn't bother with taking turns. They both piled into the shower, where they tried to wash away the embarrassment, as well as the cum coating their legs and feet. Jenny was slightly nervous, showering with her friend, but the ordeal they just went through and the events of the previous night had both cemented their friendship and abolished their shyness around each other. They were comfortable enough around each other to even help each other wash off all the girl juice that remained on their crotches, thighs, lower legs and feet. When they had showered and dressed, both wearing t-shirts and panties, they sat on their respective beds and a silence hung between them. It was not really an uncomfortable silence; they simply did not know what to say.