7 comments/ 82881 views/ 35 favorites Golden Rules By: peemypanties Disclaimer: *This story contains themes of an extremely sexually explicit nature. Every single character in this story is 18 and above. This story deals with everything pee. If you don't like that sort of thing, you really won't like this story.* Part 1 I hated going to new schools. They always intimidated me, and I never seemed to make any good friends. My parents had decided to send me away to a University boarding school. They didn't like the sounds of community colleges, so they opted to send me away for the entire year. To the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. How pleasant. The driver of the Lincoln sedan pulled up and came to a stop in front of the two biggest wooden doors I had ever seen. They were enormous! They looked as if they needed a crew of ten men just to get them open. The driver set my bags down beside me and held out his arm, gesturing towards the school. "St. Luke's, Miss, we've arrived. May I be of assistance with the luggage?" Staring up at the school I shook my head. This was my new home from now on. It was a school for girls 18 over, kind of like an in between of high school and college. "No I'm fine. I can handle them myself." The driver nodded, and with that he drove away, leaving me in front of what had to be the most sinister looking school on the continent. I struggled with the giant doors, and after managing to wrestle them open I dashed inside as they began to close very quickly behind me. They shut with a loud echoing boom that resonated throughout the hall. I hoped that the dorms were not nearby as I probably woke everyone up at this ungodly hour. The hallways were decorated in a Victorian style. Real candles burned on golden holders that were lined along the wall down the entire length of the hall. Every ten meters or so there was an arch in the hall way that was decorated exquisitely with dark reddish wood. The designs were very floral looking and very complicated looking. It must have cost an absolute fortune to send me here. As there was no use standing around gaping at the walls, I began my walk down the long corridor. There were no signs anywhere indicating where the office might be. I decided to knock on the first door I saw. Sharp footsteps echoed in the room before the door opened. Before me stood a girl who was straightening out her school uniform, pressing her plaid skirt down. "Can I help you?" she asked me rather rudely. I supposed I did look a little out of place, standing in the hall with a suitcase in my hand. I shook my head and apologized. "I'm sorry, but I can't seem to find the main office? Could you please direct me which way to go?" the girl rolled her eyes, obviously bothered by this simple request. She leaned against the frame of the door and crossed her arms. Lifting one finger she pointed down the hall. "Go straight until you come to the very end of this hall, make a left and you will see two grand double doors. Behind them is the main office. And next time, I suggest you don't go knocking on random doors." And with that she shut the door in my face. Well! I knew how to make enemies quickly, now to see if I could pass that skill onto making friends. Once inside the office I was instructed to sit and wait in the lounge chair area. There were a couple magazines lying about, but nothing that captured my interest. Five minutes later a woman emerged from a doorway and indicated to come forth. I obliged. "Miss White, I presume?" she took her seat behind the giant desk at the far end of the room. The office was decorated richly. The curtains that were draped on the window fell to the floor, the fabric pooling on the dark red carpet. Bookshelves lined the entire room, and each shelf was crammed full with books. I'd never seen this many outside of a library before. "Gabriella White, yes. I'm new." Of course I was new, what a stupid thing to say to this woman. She gave me a look and pulled a few papers from her desk. She pushed them towards me and placed a pen on top. I glanced at the papers. Simple forms that had to do with dorm rooms, food and classes. "Please fill these out here, right now. Once you're done we will take you to the seamstress. Your school uniform must be worn at all times while on campus. Although, you won't be going anywhere else during your stay here, so don't get your hopes up." I quickly filled out the forms, passed them back to the woman, and leaned back in the chair. She scanned over the papers and stood up. "Excellent. Follow me Miss White." The seamstress's office looked like a bomb had gone off in a fabric store. There were bits of fabric, buttons, zippers and white blouse material lying everywhere. I carefully walked about, not wanting to step on anything. The woman herself was a thin lady, about 35. She couldn't have been doing this job for very long. She eyed me up and down. "Such a skinny little thing, and we don't have anything left in your size. You'll have to make due with something else while I sew you something more suitable." She quickly took my measurements, jotted them down, and then disappeared amongst the racks of clothes and fabrics to find a temporary outfit. She came back with a plaid skirt, white blouse, a navy scarf and a black blazer. "Your shoes will do for now, I will have to order you in a pair. What size do you take, dear?" "37." I replied. She jotted that down quickly as well. I glanced at the uniform lying on the table and took in its dimensions. There was no way that was going to fit me! The skirt itself looked like it was going to fall an inch below my butt! There was no way this was going to pass the school policy. But she soon shooed me out the door, muttering to herself about god knows what. "Your dorm is located on the seventh floor of this building. Go upstairs, get changed and make your way to the dining hall for lunch. Your classes will be on this sheet" she passed me a piece of paper and quickly added "Do not be late." With that she left me. Was this how all new students were treated? Once in my dorm I stripped out of my day clothes and into my uniform. I was accurate with my observations; the skirt was much too short. It fell just two inches below my ass, and if I bent over I was sure to give anyone an excellent view of my backside. The blouse buttoned just enough to put too much pressure on the buttons. Staring in the mirror I held the scarf. Where in the world was I supposed to put this? I tried to imagine where it could go, and decided on my ponytail. I tied it in a neat little bow. With my blazer buttoned up I looked like a real school girl. The lunch hall was incredibly hard to find, but after many wrong turns I managed to stumble across it. There were long tables stretched out the length of the room. There was a kitchen along the left side where the food was served. Grabbing a lunch tray I got into line. "You're new here, aren't you?" came a voice behind me. She sounded nice enough. There was nothing in her voice that I could detect that was alarming. I turned towards the girl. She wore the same outfit as me, only her blazer was white and her skirt was longer. Lucky. I couldn't help but feeling like the worst dress one there, even though we basically all wore the same thing. "Yes, I'm new." I answered in my friendliest tone. Might as well try to make friends the first day. She smiled and held out her hand. "I'm Chelsea. Pleased to meet you." I shook her hand. "I know it can be slightly daunting to be a brand new student in a school like this, so I am extending an invitation to sit at my - our table." I was confused. "Our table?" I asked, pointing to myself like an idiot. "My friends, over there." She pointed to a group of girls at the farthest end of the room. Wow, lucky break. Not having to sit alone first day. This would make the rest of the year much easier. "Um- sure, I don't see why not." I smiled. I was served my food and making my way to the table when a loud buzzer played overhead. Chelsea's shoulders sagged as she turned to me. I gave her a confused look. "What was that about?" I asked as she started to walk towards the doors. I set my tray down on a table nearby and grabbed the apple. I could munch on it on the way to class. "Lunch is over, class time. You can meet the girls at dinner though. What's your first class?" I glanced at my schedule. University calculus, excellent. "Calculus with Mrs. Peters." Chelsea looked excited once I said it. "Wicked, same here! This is going to be much easier." I had no clue what she was talking about. I had never had anyone be this interested in being my friend on the first day. Maybe these students were here for a reason.. *** I was shocked when I entered the class room. Normally, I'd expect a teacher that's old and dumpy. This teacher had to be maybe ten years my senior. And she was wearing the exact same uniform as us! What the hell? I couldn't mutter two words out of my mouth before Chelsea dragged me to a desk near the back. I looked at and whispered "Why is she wearing a school uniform? Is she not the teacher?" Chelsea didn't say anything and pointed to the front of the class. I turned. The entire class was already seated, staring straight ahead. I quickly followed suit. "Good afternoon everyone. Thank you for being prompt. A few quick notes before we begin today; we have a new student with us. Her name is Gabriella White. Please welcome her as one of our own." A few students turned to smile but most stayed in their seats. It was horribly awkward being put in the spot light, but I'd gone through it so many times already I was used to it. As soon as the lesson began I drifted off. Calculus was my worst subject, and for a good reason too. I could never pay attention to anything. I managed to scrape by every year, but only by a small margin. I was staring at the blackboard aimlessly when a faint noise caught my ears. It sounded like a TV that has been turned on to an empty station. It was so faint I had to strain to pick up on it. Scanning the room with my eyes I tried to pinpoint its location. I stopped when I reached the front of the classroom. I had to double take to realize what I was seeing. It couldn't possibly be. Looking around the room, I tried to find someone who wore the same expression I was. But to no avail, there wasn't a single person who was finding this as bizarre as I was. She was peeing. Right through her panties and onto the carpet below. I couldn't believe my eyes! How could she not notice? How could she not be embarrassed? Then again, how did anyone else not notice? I stared incredulously as she turned around to answer a few questions the students had. She was still peeing, absolutely soaking the carpet below. I simply could not understand what was going on. After a few seconds she stopped peeing without missing a heartbeat in her lecture. I looked back at the carpet which had apparently absorbed the puddle completely because it was perfectly dry. This was so strange. I glanced at Chelsea, who was staring straight ahead, taking her notes diligently. This must be an everyday occurrence. That was the only logical option. After a few minutes I calmed myself down and tried to pay attention to the lecture. I began to hear the hiss again. I stared at Mrs. Peters but it wasn't her. Now a student was peeing? I looked around and my eyes landed at a girl sitting a few desks away hear the front of the class. From her chair pee was dripping. As soon as it touched the floor, the carpet began absorbing it up again. Did people here just pee where they stood, no matter what? How was this allowed? Chelsea again gave me no indication whatsoever. This was just too weird. Soon after the bell rang. The girl who had peed herself stood up. I could see plain as day a wet spot on the back of her skirt. A few of her friends came up and began talking with her. None of them pointed out her skirt. Now was my chance to talk to Chelsea. "What in the world was that? Did you see Mrs. Peters? She peed herself!" I whisper yelled this, barely able to contain myself. Chelsea nodded, completely at ease. "This is going to sound really strange, but the headmaster doesn't allow anyone to use the restrooms to pee. Only for number two. If you have to pee, you must do it wear you are at that very moment. No exceptions. That is why the entire school is lined with this carpet." I looked at her, absolutely blown away. "Those are the rules. You don't want to break them, trust me." What kind of rules were those ones? How did the headmaster get away with this sort of behaviour? "But, where does it go?" I asked. She gave me a look. "To the sewers, then the carpets are sanitized automatically from below. I don't know how to explain it." She sounded slightly annoyed by the end. She snatched my schedule away and compared it with her own. "You witnessing it is a much better way to break it to new kids than by telling them. And you have English Lit with me next, so let's go." Once in the English class I saw we had a male teacher. He resembled Mrs. Peters in her youthfulness. The class seated themselves before he began the lesson. "We're going to start off where we ended yesterday, with scene five act 8 of the play." Oh my goodness. I was going to pass out in this class if I had to watch a play. Unless of course someone peed themselves. As the play dragged on, nothing interesting happened. I sat with my head in my hand, my elbow beginning to ache from resting it on the hard surface of my desk. I shifted in my seat and felt a tell-tale sign in my lower abdomen. Oh no, I needed to go, and there was no way I was peeing in my seat. I raised my hand slowly. Noticing my sudden question, the young teacher held up a hand to pause the play, pointing at me. "Yes, Miss White?" he asked. I squirmed in my seat, uncomfortable at everyone staring at me, especially Chelsea. "I need to - um - go to the bathroom. For.. you know.." I said it quietly, not knowing the reaction I was going to receive. He nodded at me understandingly. "Of course, go right ahead." With that I dashed out of the room, looking for the closest bathroom. Finally finding one at the end of the hall, I rushed in, only to be grabbed from behind and slammed against the wall. It was Chelsea. She held my shoulders firmly against the wall in the corridor. "Chelsea, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to push her off me, but she only pressed me harder against the wall. I glanced around, trying to see if there were any cameras. I spotted one in the corner of the hallway to my right. It was pointed directly at us. I tried to mouth the words help to it but Chelsea forced my head to look at her. "What are you trying to do? I'm not harming you. I just know what you're about to do, and I am please warning you to not do it. The rules are strictly enforced here; it's not worth the risk!" Chelsea pleaded with me. She let her grip relax a little, but she was still holding me firmly in place. I shook my head. "I can't pee myself, Chelsea, it's too strange. I'm not used to this kind of thing!" Chelsea let me go suddenly. She gave me one last pleading look. "Please, Gabriella. I know you're new here but the headmistress will not exert any kind of relief." I felt my bladder about to burst at that point and dashed into the girls' washroom. I locked myself into a stall and relieved myself. Oh that felt so much better. Chelsea was probably just playing a trick on me. What a weird rule. It was probably an initiation sort of thing. I left the bathroom and entered an empty hallway. There was no one coming to punish me, no one would know. I made my way back to class, sat down and played it cool. This was bizarre, having to act non-guilty when I only went to the bathroom. Sooner than later, it felt, class ended. I left the room only to be pulled aside by Chelsea again. Though she didn't slam me against the wall this time. She seemed worried. "Alright, I thought about it, and the least I can do is prepare you for this. You're going to get punished in some way, but you mustn't disobey the headmistress. Just do as she says and it will go much smoother for you. I nodded. Yeah right, I'd just call the cops if she did something crazy. English Lit was the last class of the day. Since I'd arrived late in the school day I'd only attended half of my total classes. I made my way back to my dorm. As I stepped in my room I nearly jumped a foot in the air. Sitting on my bed was the same lady I met before. She must be the headmistress. I closed my door behind me. What was she doing in my room, sitting on my bed! This school just got stranger and stranger. "Hello Gabriella. How was your first day at St. Luke's? Did it exceed your expectations?" She asked as if she was truly interested, but I detected a hint of wickedness in her voice. I stood at her and simply nodded. She pulled her lips in a smile that resembled a slight smirk. "I do admit, I hadn't recited the policies of our institute to you upon your arrival. How horribly unfair of me, Miss White. I apologize." I breathed an internal sigh of relief. Thank god, she understood my situation. Chelsea had been lying to me. I let my stance relax a little bit. The headmistress stared at me, examining me from head to toe. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Your uniform is much too big for you, Gabriella. Don't you agree with me?" I stared at her in disbelief. What? My skirt was already way too short. And the blouse was verging on way too tight. I shook my head. "No, ma'am it's much too sma-" "I'll let the seamstress know that she needs to alter the uniform she is making for you. In fact, I think I have something for you right now." She then reached down on the floor, opened up her handbag and pulled out a different uniform. I couldn't believe I was being asked to wear that! She held a skirt that was probably two and a half inches shorter than mine already. My ass was sure to be showing now! The blouse looked the same, but I suspected it wasn't going to do up properly. I gave her my best pleading look, she shook her head at me. "This will do just fine for you, Miss White. If you could remove your blazer and give it to me, please. You won't be needing that." I slowly unbuttoned it and passed it over to her. Might as well cooperate at least. She smiled and stood up from the bed promptly. As she passed by me she turned and stared me directly in the eyes. "Tomorrow you are to do exactly as your teachers tell you to. One toe out of line and you will regret the moment you walked onto this campus." I think I already did. She stood up and composed herself. Giving me one last chilly smirk, she left the room. I stood on the spot for a good five minutes before taking a seat on the bed. I grabbed the skirt and held it up in front of me. This was going to be pure humiliation for me tomorrow! Everyone would be staring at me. I lied down on my bed, closing my eyes for a brief moment. Before I knew it, my alarm was shrieking in my ear beside me. 7:15 flashed at me from my bedside table. I had fifteen minutes to do my hair, makeup and put on that ridiculous uniform. Once my hygiene routine was completed, I removed my slept in uniform and pulled on the new miniskirt. My ass was visible beneath it, if you stared hard. Any slight bend at the waist and I was going to moon someone. I tried to button up the blouse all the way, but the last three buttons at the top were not going to reach each other. My tits were literally popping out of this shirt. I was never going to live this moment down. I looked like a street walker. Grabbing my bag I headed out the door, down and the stairs and into the bustling hall way. No one stopped to stare at me, but everyone I passed took glances my way. They knew it, I knew it, I looked like a whore. And this was my second day of classes. I found my first class of the day, Bio Chem, near the rear of the building. I got two steps inside the room, and was grabbed by the arm. It was the prof, and he pulled me towards the front of the class. I stared at him pleadingly. I did not want to be humiliated a second time. Golden Rules Ch. 02 **Disclaimer** This is the second part to Golden Rules. All of the characters in this story are 18 and above. There is a lot of watersports in this story, if that's not your thing I suggest you stop reading. ******* The next morning greeted me with a hot shower and a new uniform hanging on my door. Putting it back on I checked out my reflection in the mirror. My ass still showed beneath the pleated skirt. The top three buttons of the blouse still would not do up. I once again resembled a street walker. One more quick glance at my schedule and I was out my door. I took my time walking down the hall, checking the place out a bit more. It was truly something out of a novel. The whole feel was like an old, ancient library with the dark wood work. It must have been an old school, which perhaps explained its strange customs. As I continued down the hall I noticed a girl in front of me, standing at a locker. I need one of those . As I approached the girl appeared to be standing with her back arched and her ass out as far as it would go; the skirt lifting up in the process. I took a closer look, and of course, she was peeing herself. But why was she standing in this position? I looked towards where she was standing and saw a group of 3 guys staring openly, watching her piss her panties. One was gripping his cock lightly in his pants. No one seemed to care. A sharp jolt went straight to my pussy. For some reason, this act of pissing for an audience turned me on. I continued to walk, finding myself hoping I could meet that girl again. Talking to her just after she'd peed herself seemed kind of strange. Hell, wanting to talk to her at all seemed strange. As the day drew on and I paid closer attention, I noticed that there were a few girls who were doing the exact same thing that girl had done this morning. Whether it was in the cafeteria, peeing in line or peeing at their table with their legs spread. A few of them had even had their skirts shortened to my length, their blouses undone at the top. They all seemed to really enjoy it, and so did their audiences. I knew then that I wanted to be one of these girls. As dirty and wrong as it was, it turned me on. The following day was a Saturday. I decided to wander the halls and check out the library, hoping to spot one of them. After a few hours in the library to no success, I decided to head outside to the grounds. Right there, in the center of the grass was a group of girls sitting. I recognized quite a few of them. The girl from the first morning was facing directly at me. Well, it was now or never. The worst that could happen is that they reject me. As I walked towards the group, their conversation grew quieter and soon they were all silenced as I stood just a few feet away. "Can we help you?" morning girl spoke first. I was inwardly panicking. I hadn't gone over this part. What was I going to say?! I stood there for a moment like a complete moron. Morning girl raised her eye brows at me; a few of them took sideways glances at each other. They probably didn't get this very often. "I saw you guys peeing in the hallways." I blurted it out before I could even control it, the words falling out of my mouth like vomit. They glanced at each other, a few of them smirked, a couple even snorted in laughter. Morning girl smiled around the group, and then stared back up at me, although her smile was something more sarcastic than genuine. "You're an idiot." She laughed and turned back to her friend. Their conversation continued. Oh no, I was losing them. If I walked away I'd probably lose my chance completely, so I decided to continue like a stubborn child. "I want to be like you guys. I ... I like it too." I finished the last part quietly. A few of them laughed again, but morning girl stared straight at me. A few moments of silence passed before she spoke. "Nothing's stopping you." She said. I stared at her, not comprehending this. She must have noticed my facial expression, because she rolled her eyes while sighing an exasperated sigh. I had never felt more like an idiot in my life. "You can do it whenever you want; it's when the guys start noticing you. You can be in after that." With that she basically shooed me away. I turned around, slightly shocked. What was I doing? I had just approached what appeared to be the popular group of girls and asked to be a part of their group because I liked peeing my panties in front of people. I had truly gone insane. The next few periods I sat in class, pondering how I was going to make my move. If I wanted to get anyone's attention I would need to be daring. Thankfully the class was working on a worksheet. It gave me an excuse to approach the professor at the front of the class. I sat in my desk for a few seconds. I was on the edge of my seat, thinking about every move I was going to have to make. My assignment paper was in my hand, and I could hear the ripple of the paper. My hand was shaking uncontrollably. Why was this so difficult? As soon as I stood up out of my desk, the end of day bell sounded. So much for this spectacle. I slumped, slightly defeated. I didn't want to have to wait for the perfect moment; I wanted to be a part of that group right now. Swinging my backpack over my shoulder I exited the class, following behind a group of girls laughing with each other. I decided to take the long way back to my dorm. Perhaps along my walk I would find an opportunity to go. My walk proved futile. There was no activity on campus; everyone had things to do apparently. Utterly defeated at this point I made my way up to my dorm room. As I walked down the empty hallway my ears picked up a very faint sound. I stopped dead in my tracks and listened hard. It sounded almost like moaning. Curious, I followed the sound, being extra careful to tread lightly. It led me further down the hall. Soon enough I came to a door that was ajar ever so slightly. The moaning was coming straight from there. And then it hit me, the all too familiar wave of smell wafted through the door into the hall. And then I heard it, someone was peeing in there. And by the sounds of it there was more than one. I stood in the hall, caught in a social dilemma. It would be wrong to open the door and peek inside. But what if it was one of the girls? They wanted an audience, didn't they? I swallowed hard and decided this wasn't a life or death decision. Placing just my fingertips on the door I pushed it open ever so slightly. From what I could see so far, it looked like there was a girl kneeling on the ground. She was wearing a school uniform, but it looked kind of shiny, almost like it was wet. As I looked around the room I saw three guys, each had their dick out of the fly of their pants, and they were all peeing on this girl. I nearly fell over realizing this. Three guys, peeing on one girl! My breath caught in my throat as I stared, not daring to blink. One of the guys had his piss stream aimed for the girl's hair, drenching it completely. The second was pissing on her clothes, soaking her blouse and her skirt. The third was pissing on her face and in her mouth. I watched as the three guys covered her entirely, and I felt my pussy becoming ridiculously wet. Soon enough though, the show was over. I watched as the guys pulled their pants up, which also bore dark stains from their pee. Wow, this was almost too much. What where the odds of walking by this spectacle at this exact moment? I felt as if I had stuck gold for a few moments. As I stood there watching still, I failed to realize the guys heading towards the door. Jumping I began a quick walk/sprint down the hall, rounding the corner just as the guys exited the room. Once back in my room I collapsed back on my bed and played the entire episode back in my head. Just the thought of it was enough to get me over the edge. Being peed on by three guys at once, what an experience that would be. Why did I have to run away? What if they wanted to punish me for watching, or let me join in? As I lay there imagining all the different scenarios, I failed to notice my bedroom door being opened slowly in the background.. TBC! Golden Rules Ch. 03 ***Disclaimer*** This story contains very adult themes, with intense watersport play. If you're not open to that sort of thing, this story is certainly not for you. *** As I lay there imagining all the different scenarios, I failed to notice my bedroom door being opened slowly in the background. I had my back to the entrance as a single figure slipped in and lightly shut the door. My ears picked up on a slight sound, but nothing too alarming it seemed. As I lay there for a few more moments, I definitely felt a presence behind me. I made a move to turn over when a voice, a female one, stopped me. "Don't move." She commanded. I stopped, a bit of a chill going through me. A few seconds passed before she spoke again. "I know you saw me in there." My heart skipped a few beats and I felt a familiar jolt to my crotch. "Since I know you liked it, we'll be initiating you tomorrow. I'm going to leave a different version of your uniform here, and you're going to wear it tomorrow." I waited with my heart in my throat for what felt like an eternity, but soon felt the emptiness of the room back. I turned around, there was no one there. I glanced over at the little desk in my room and saw a pile of fabric, neatly folded. My uniform. Curiosity got the best of me and I went to check it out. As I picked up the clothes, I noticed immediately that they were different. The fabric felt, stiffer almost. I held the thing out at arms-length and examined it. It was a white pleated skirt. This one was just a little different; the fabric was stiff so the skirt itself fanned out and stayed straighter than the lighter material of the regular skirt. I held it up to my hips, it was technically the same length as my shortened one, but it stuck out so much that it appeared shorter. How many different uniforms was I going to get? I had been here less than a week and had gone through two already. Was every student treated this way? The rest of my evening dragged on as I completed homework, ate dinner and then got ready for bed. I stared at my face in the mirror, brushing my teeth. I don't know why but I felt a course of shame go through me. When I arrived at this school, this freaky side of me was completely invisible. How was I supposed to know that this beast was lying dormant inside of me for so long? Mentally I went through my childhood memories, trying to find a particular one that could have possibly led to this, but none managed to make it up to the surface. I honestly had no truly traumatizing experiences as a child. That night it was difficult to fall asleep. I was riding on a rollercoaster of emotions as I thought about what awaited me the next day and how dirty I felt for feeling excited. Sleep soon found me, and the morning sun was there not long after, staring me right in the face. *** I was so excited that morning I nearly forgot to put on the new uniform I was given. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I found myself liking the way the skirt sat on me. I really did look like a sort of slut, and I waited for the sickening feeling to return. It didn't, so I let it leave my mind completely. Walking around school today felt like days you got to wear a brand new outfit or shoes. My stomach was constantly doing flip-flops. At times a guy would round the corner and I'd hold my breath, half of me wanting him to pull me aside half not wanting him to. I was nervous, like I was about to go perform on stage. This was ridiculous, people were probably already staring at me because of the skirt, and I'd only stick out more if I was bouncing around the halls, my eyes darting around non-stop. During my last class my high was wearing off, making it easier to control myself obviously. Maybe they'd seen the way I was acting today and decided against letting me in their group. My heart sagged at this thought, bringing my mood down a lot. It was now that the sickening feeling began to creep up again. Why was I getting so sad about not getting peed on? What was wrong with me?? I mentally chastised myself for the remainder of class, and left in a terrible mood. My walk back to my dorm felt like hell. I dragged my feet slightly; I really could care less what anyone thought of me in that moment. The moment I stepped in my room and hand reached out, covering my nose and mouth with a cloth. My world went dark. ***   Darla felt the body go limp in her arms. Dragging the unconscious girl to the bed, Darla tore the sheets off and shifted to lift her up. "Help me with this." The other girl approached, giving Gabriella a once over and commented, "She's kinda lanky." Darla stepped back and examined her seemingly lifeless form. The girl was small, not height wise, but she lacked any real womanly curves. Her friend continued, "She'll have a really hard time competing for attention. I mean, she's pretty and all, but she lacks any sex appeal." Darla eyed the other girl up and down. She was much curvier, and had a fairly narrow waist to boot. "Did you bring the rope?" She received no answer straight away, so Darla repeated herself a little louder this time. "Fay! Rope!" Fay hastily reached into her shoulder bag, and pulled out a yellow cord. They proceeded to tie just the wrists to the bed posts. They weren't too far apart; Gabriella still lay quite limp on the bed. Fay gave the girl another once over, clad in her altered school uniform. "At least she has perky tits..." Darla sighed at her friend. Fay was a beautiful girl, but her beauty got to her head often. "It's not just about curves, Fay. This girl has that innocent look that no one else has got." Fay frowned. She stood and examined herself in the wall mounted mirror. She was not a big girl by any means, but her waist was small and defined, thus giving her god like hourglass shape. How could an innocent creature compete with this? Fay smirked at her reflection, turning back to Darla. "Sure, Ok. We'll see how well that works out for her." The two girls left the room and shut the door quietly behind them, even though no amount of noise was going to wake Gabriella up at this point. She was passed out cold on her bed, completely vulnerable. It wasn't long before the girls came back. They brought with them a few guys. Congregating around Gabriella's bed, some sat, stood and leaned against the wall. One more guy walked in with what looked like a cooler. Beers were tossed around the room, the door locked and her TV turned on. It appeared as if a party was being thrown in the room, although this one had a girl passed out and tied to her bed. "Fay, how long before this chick wakes up?" One of the guys motioned towards Fay with his hand and took a swig of his beer. Fay shrugged, taking a large drink. The room was silent for a few more moments before Darla spoke up. "Just relax." Darla breathed as Gabriella's body began to stir. *** I lay in my bed with my hands by my head. Wow, I must have passed right out. My body felt rested, I noticed. It felt as if I'd taken a good nap after a long day of work or something. As I stirred and began to stretch out my arms, they suddenly came to a halt. I attempted to extend my arms further but something was holding them back! What the hell?? My eyes shot open as I tried to burst out of bed, in the process I lurched back towards the bed. I also noticed all the people in my room. What in the world was going on? As much as I knew fear should have been filling me right now, it was a surge of excitement that coursed through me, like electricity. There was a chance that they were here to initiate me. Maybe they were going to do what I'd been wanting for a while. The mere thought of it made my panties damp, I couldn't help myself. I felt disgusted with myself, but also more aroused than ever. The faces that stared at me didn't have any sort of malicious characteristics. They stared with nearly empty eyes, as if they were bored. Had they already done this exact same thing a million times? One of the girls spoke up suddenly, startling me I jerked a bit. "As your initiation, we're using your room for our little get together. We don't want you telling anyone so we've tied you to the bed." Those were the only words spoken directly to me. It really did look like they were doing just that, hanging out in her room. A few were drinking beers; how they managed to get beer I had no idea. Others spoke to each other in small groups; I could barely hear what they were saying over the music being played. How was no one hearing this in the hall? Where we allowed to have parties in our rooms? Twenty minutes went by and I felt myself nearly dozing off. I had let go of the notion that I might be humiliated or punished. The thought bummed me out a bit, but the weary tired feeling was overtaking me, my thoughts becoming blurry and slow. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me over. At that moment I heard a zip. As soon as this noise was made a hot flash of heat went through me, but I decided to keep my eyes closed. I was going to pretend I was asleep. The bed moved just a bit, like someone walking into it and leaning against it on their thighs. I waited in anticipation; my body prepared for what I was certain was going to happen. And it did, slowly but surely. The warm sensation splattered me at first. Wetness went sort of everywhere, not really doing much. I felt a few more spurts before it felt like a stream was gaining speed. The flow started at my feet, moving up my legs, but it stopped short of my pussy. It wasn't until the stream stopped that I became aware of just how wet I had become. "Dude I think she's sleeping, she didn't even move." A male voice spoke. Another zip. This time the piss starting on my thighs and moved to the base of my skirt. It soaked through the material quickly. I felt a hand move aside the skirt to reveal my panties, which were then promptly pissed all over. As I laid there, my panties being soaked by some stranger piss, I began to really like my situation. Even if they truly didn't believe I was asleep, the thought of them enjoying pissing on my sleeping form made me hornier than ever. I was as vulnerable as I ever could be. Before this piss flow had a chance to stop, I felt another one soaking the base of my blouse, moving up towards my tits. They focused their stream on my nipples, the material becoming quickly soaked completely through. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was being peed on in my sleep. This couldn't have gotten any better. It did when two more streams began at the same time, one on my face and the other in my hair. They were pissing on every part of me. I was their slut, their nasty little piss slut. And the thought couldn't make me happier. I wanted them to piss all over me, to degrade me and humiliate me. I felt a small smack on my cheek which caused me to open my eyes suddenly. I stared into the face of one of the few girls in the room. "Do you like getting pissed on?" she asked, but it wasn't really a question to be answered, because she climbed onto the bed and put her legs on either side of my body, her pantie clad pussy hovering over my already piss soaked tits. She lifted up her skirt a bit and looked down at herself, and then back up to me. "I really need to piss and, for the rest of this night, we are going to piss on you. Whenever anyone needs to take a leak, which will be a lot, you're going to be our toilet." She began to slowly wet her panties, which weren't wet yet. I watched as the wetness spread quickly, soaking her panties as well as dripping through, onto my tits. She looked displeased for some reason, and then wiggled up my body so that her pussy was now over my face. Then she really let it go. Piss poured out from the material, right onto my face. There was nothing I could really do, I was tied up, and part of me wanted to stay under her piss stream. That part of me then opened my mouth, the pee overflowing down my chin. But as soon as I did this the stream stopped, and I felt the bed shift as she climbed down. I looked around. Everyone was mingling or watching TV, drinking beer. The piss initiation continued on like that for the next few hours. By the end I was drenched in every way shape or form. After they left I spent a half hour in the shower. The hot water felt good on my body, washing away the piss as if washing away that this ever happened. The ordeal was so wrong but so hot at the same time. I felt dirty for liking it, but the dirty feeling didn't disgust me. I knew I was dirty, I was proud of being dirty. I had been accepted into the group I wanted so desperately to be a part of. I was one of them now. It was like becoming popular, and I loved it. *** The following days saw no action what so ever. My classes continued as usual, but without the usual excitement. I saw no girls doing dirty deeds, or having dirty deeds committed against them. It was as if there was a dry spell clouding over the school. It couldn't have happened at a worse time, with my initiation having been completed. I was beginning to feel slightly angry, and a bit confused. My anger stemmed more from my sexual frustration than anything though. During one particular frustrating afternoon, I sat in the library completing some assignments. I chose to continue to wear the last uniform I was given. By pantie clad ass was cold against the wooden chair I sat on, but for now it was the only excitement I was getting. I was just getting into the zone with my 17th century kings, when a familiar voice chimed up behind me. "Gab!" Gab? Who called me that? I wasn't close enough with any of the students here for someone to call me by my name, shortened. I turned around in my chair to face Chelsea, standing with her hands behind her back, rocking on her toes. I forced a smile on my face. It wasn't who I was hoping, but at least I was getting some social interaction. "What's up?" I asked her restless form. She looked around the room slyly. She was up to something. As much as I didn't know this girl, I could tell from her body language that there was something going on. In my anticipation I turned myself fully around on my chair to face her. I asked her again, "What?!" She smiled at me and held out her hand. "I have to show you something!" Chelsea shook her hand at me, urging me to take it. I didn't really need to have her lead me like a horse. So I rose up and collected my things in my bag. I slung the sac over my shoulder and she grabbed my wrist, literally dragging me out of the library. It was odd, having someone you barely knew getting all excited over something, and insisting you come see it with them. She didn't know my likes or dislikes, she was putting all her eggs in one basket with this one. We made our way out of the school, down the stone steps, across the sidewalk and onto the grassy field. After a bit of a walk up a hill, the school began to grow smaller in the background. Where in the hell was she taking me? "Look, over the trees." She pointed South, directing my eyes to what looked like another building like ours. I was surprised to see a large institution like ours not that far away from us. It seemed strange to be looking at it on the hill, like we made some kind of breakthrough discovery. I turned to Chelsea and joked, "Is this a college for boys or something?" Chelsea nodded enthusiastically to me. I was a bit surprised I was right. "So then what's the big deal? You're showing me an all-boys institution across the way? What are we, in grade school?" I poked fun at her. My boredom over that last few days could explain this behaviour. "Our two colleges are throwing a thanksgiving dinner/dance. Both schools will be in attendance," Chelsea took a breath "these guys are the hottest things you've ever seen!" At first I was excited, but a thought began dawning on me. This other school was most likely not familiar with our... customs. I wanted to tell Chelsea this, but I wasn't sure if she was as into the school rules as I was. "You seem excited!" I laughed. Chelsea gave me a smirk. "You don't know the half of it." With that we made our way back down the hill. The entire escapade seemed silly to me. Who cares about some dance, especially if I couldn't do what I had become addicted to. But there was something odd with how excited Chelsea was over this ordeal. Perhaps there was a bit more to this whole event than meets the eye. Either way, I wouldn't find out until the night of the dance. Before we entered the large double doors of the school I grabbed Chelsea's shoulder. I needed to know. "Are those guys... are they," I took a quick glance around "are they like us?" Chelsea gave me a coy look, raising one eyebrow. She didn't respond, but I could already tell what my answer was. Golden Rules Ch. 04 **Disclaimer: This story contains a lot of very sexually explicit writing. It involves pee. every single character is over 18 years old.** We attended our last classes of the day. Due to Chelsea's interruption, I wasn't able to finish up my assignments. The library was slightly noisier than usual. I had a feeling the trending topic was the upcoming dance. The buzz in the room was nearly electric though, and it was slightly contagious. I took my seat in the corner of the encyclopaedia section and set to work. Not only five minutes later was Chelsea back at my side, having sniffed me out once again. She sat on the desk, hands by her sides. I glanced at her quickly to acknowledge her and turned back to my work. "So, are you excited for the dance?" I knew it was going to be brought up. It really was all that anyone was talking about. I inwardly sighed and pushed myself away from the desk, giving Chelsea my undivided attention. "I guess. But why are they coming to our school for a dance?" "They have no girls, simple as that. It's supposed to be a union between both our schools, like an act of peace. But we're not at war. Not even our sports teams compete with one another." She explained. I nodded, more questions bubbling up. "So, what do we do at this dance?" Chelsea let out a slight laugh at that. "What?" "Well, there's a DJ, dancing and food. I don't know if there will be booze or not, normally the boys from the other school bring some. Hidden of course." I sat there a stared at Chelsea. She was hiding something from me, I knew it. There had to be more to this dance, or else why would she be so excited. Why would everyone be talking about it? We were in college after all, not middle school. "You'll really like this dance, Gab. Don't worry." Chelsea reassured me, shifting in her spot atop the desk. She was squirming quite a bit actually. I had noticed it slightly when she initially sat down. I took a quick look at her face. She bit her lip in a desperate way. "Do you have to... go?" I asked. This felt awkward for a minute. Of all the people at this school, she was the last one I had imagined doing this, even though everyone pretty much did. Chelsea nodded at me, and glanced down at my homework. I looked at her, then at my assignment. Before I could stop her, she snatched the papers away and promptly sat on them. I stared at her incredulously. "Don't you dare!" She only grinned. I went to pull the papers out from underneath her but she slapped my hands away. "Chelsea!" I yelled. A few people around me turned to stare, glaring at my sudden outburst. I shrugged meekly and turned back to my supposed friend. "Chelsea... cut it out. This assignment is important!" I murmured under my breath, trying to express my seriousness. It was difficult when you couldn't raise your voice at all. She merely sat there, staring at me. I could tell she was having a hard time letting it go. "Don't worry, you've got lots of time to recopy this. Plus I know you need to edit it all anyways." That was technically true, but recopying the entire thing after what was going to happen to it was going to be a task in itself. Suddenly though, I heard a small hiss. She was pissing on my assignment, literally. A puddle formed on the paper, soaking it and began running of the desk, dripping onto the carpet below. She giggled the entire time while I glared at her. This was the one time I wasn't getting hot from someone peeing, only because it was all over my hard work. She finished up and hopped off the desk. "Well I've got to go. Have fun, I'll talk to you later!" she chirped, a smugness about her. I glared daggers at her the whole time. Great, more work for me. *** I didn't want to admit it, but after carefully and painstakingly recopying my entire assignment I did find a few errors that would have cost me deductions. I had originally planned on editing it, but I certainly didn't think I'd have to try to read a soggy, piss soaked piece of paper. I had to embarrassingly take it out of the library by hand, for if I put it in my bag it would surely fall apart. As the weeks went by, Thanksgiving drew nearer and the excitement in the air was palatable. Girls were busy deciding which outfits they would wear, which hairdos would look best and whose shoes they could borrow. I vaguely remembered packing one or two dresses, not really thinking I'd have much use for them. Now that I recalled what I'd packed, they were definitely not suitable for this type of dance. Begrudgingly, I knew what I had to do. Even though I was still slightly ticked at her for half-ruining my assignment, she was the only person I could really talk to about what to wear to this dance. After classes one Friday afternoon I ventured to her dorm room. "See, redoing that assignment wasn't so bad!" I watched as Chelsea rifled through her closet, pulling out dresses while humming and hawing. I nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Do you have anything that will fit me?" she turned around holding up a dark blue number. It looked like it would have come to her knees, and my ankles. "That's way too long!" "Just try it on, with... these heels." She handed me a pair of black strappy heels. I quickly changed into the number and checked myself out in the mirror. It actually wasn't that bad, with the heels on the dress came to a perfect length mid-calf. However the colour wasn't doing it for me, it was too dark. I looked like I was trying too hard. Eying up the closet I spotted a white dress with a sort of country look to it. It had a lacey bottom, a sweetheart neckline with two thin straps. Chelsea saw me staring at it, and she grabbed it out of the closet for me. Handing it to me, I held it against myself in front of the mirror. It looked as if it would come down just to my knees, which was good. At least it wasn't as short as the uniforms. "Can I try this one?" I asked. Chelsea nodded so I quickly changed into it. As I observed myself I knew this was the one. It wasn't too formal or too casual. Chelsea agreed with me, gushing that it would be perfect. It was as if this upcoming event were a prom, with nearly every girl in the school putting in on their priority list to look good. "Can you please tell me why this dance is so highly anticipated?" I pleaded with my friend, trying to get her to spill a single bean. She, however, would not budge. A few more failed attempts later, and she actually booted me out of her dorm room! I stood in the hall half stunned, her dress in my hands. Back in my room, I laid on my bed, going over all the possible scenarios in my head of what was in store for me. Perhaps Chelsea was taking it too seriously. Perhaps every girl in this school was vain. It just seemed strange that the excited atmosphere buzzed around you every day. Whatever the case may be, my eyelids were getting heavy. As I slowly began to drift off to lala-land, I was brought straight back to reality by a sharp notification. But just as I propped myself up on my elbows, I had an extremely dirty thought run through my head. I relaxed my body and no sooner than five seconds later I felt something warm in my panties. I let it out in small bursts, trying to tease myself in a way. Soon enough though the feeling was too strong, and I began to fully pee in my panties. They grew more wet each second, the material soaking the liquid up, and soon a puddle formed around my crotch. Using my index finger, I pulled my panties down, in front of the stream to fully piss on my bed. I was so amazingly caught up in this hazy feeling, all I could think about was being naughty. I grabbed my comforter, squished it against my crotch and began soaking it. I could feel the material growing warmer and wetter. I began to grind it against my pussy, I had to bite my tongue from moaning. As soon as my stream stopped I felt myself climax, I arched my back, the pee soaked blanket pressed against my crotch. I slumped back down, exhausted. I hadn't felt dirtier the entire time I was at this school! I just peed in my bed and came because of it! These thoughts rang loudly in my head, bouncing around, uncontrollable. As soon as they started, though, they began to fade away as I slowly passed out, in my pee soaked bed. *** I stood in front of the laundry machine, watching my sheets go through the wash cycle. It was a very boring thing, standing and watching your sheets, however I couldn't risk someone else seeing my sheets. As much as I had enjoyed what I did the other night, it was still embarrassing to think about. I stood there for about five more minutes before I heard someone walk in. They set their basket down a few feet away from mine. Glancing to the side I saw a guy, perhaps a few years older than me, throwing his clothes in the wash. As he turned to face me I felt a jolt go through me. I recognized him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I attempted to hide my surprise, and quickly looked back at my foamy sheets, but I knew he saw it. I was too obvious, and know I felt his eyes on me. I could tell he knew who I was, and I was mortified. I hadn't had an encounter like this at the school yet, and I couldn't admit that I didn't enjoy what he did to me, what all those people did! His footsteps began towards me, and I felt my body tense automatically. I half dreaded, half wanted him to approach me. Pretending to not really notice, I stared down at my nails, lightly picking out the imaginary dirt I saw. I felt his hand slightly bump my shoulder, so I sharply turned my head, in another mock surprise. "Oh-" I began, but soon saw what was in his hand. My pillow case, lightly stained from that infamous night. I felt the color drain from my face. In my rush to wash my sheets, which included my pillow cases, I must have failed to notice I dropped the thing! I had tried and tried to get that stain out, but it was permanently there, faded a bit. "I believe you dropped this?" he gestured to the sheet with his head, a small smirk splayed across his lips. I took the sheet from him, and mumbled a thank you. I could not look him in the eye; I was so embarrassed I could have died. Thankfully, I heard him walk away, leaving his clothing to wash. I felt a small pressure come off my shoulders, and I crumpled the pillow case in a ball and tossed it into the garbage can. That day during classes, I had one professor who was quite angry for some reason. He must have been having a bad day, because no interpretation of the novel we were reading was good enough. Every response received a sarcastic, yet collected, reply from him. It grew so tiresome to him in the end, that he appeared numb to it all. As the class drew to a close, one girl in particular decided to raise her arm. "sir," she said meekly, aware that everything within hearing range was being shot down "if the book is not open for interpretation by us, why are we reading it?" and with that every eye was on her. This was the suicide question of all suicide questions, if they even existed. Calmly, yet with great tension, the prof walked to her desk. The class was completely silent as he came to a stop at her desk. She looked up at him, trembling just ever so slightly, and I could tell as I sat directly behind the girl. His hands went for the button of his pants, and he began to unzip the zipper. The students eyes widened and her face turned away automatically. "Everyone please turn to page 168 and re read chapter 7 in its entirety." He looked down at the student, "go ahead, open your book." She did as she was told, opening the book to the correct page. She followed the words with her finger, and I watched in horror as I say the profs fingers head for his pants. Soon he was peeing on her book. The pages soaking up the liquid, her hand getting sprayed as well as her face. She kept on reading however, accepting the strange punishment. He let his head fall back as he continued to pee. Redirecting the stream, he sprayed it on her blouse, her tits beginning to show through. I couldn't help but get slightly turned on by the sight of it all. The prof wasn't that much older than everyone else here, and his looks were ok. I felt myself beginning to get a little wet, and was glad that the spectacle soon ended. Just as his fly was zipped, the buzzer sounded and we all left class. The girl sat at her desk, remaining behind. I stared at her as I left the class. Why was she staying there? The door shut as everyone emerged, and I noticed she was not among the other students. I suddenly grew jealous of what could possibly be going on behind those doors. My last few classes weren't nearly as interesting as that one, and for the rest of the day my boredom plagued me. My last class was a particularly boring one. I was drifting off, comfortably on my desk when I felt a small peck at my forehead. Opening my eyes I saw a piece of paper, crumpled up. I cautiously took the paper in my hands, looking around to find the perpetrator. My eyes settled on the exact eyes that saw me doing my laundry. I had no idea he was in my class. My heart began to thump as I opened the paper. I read it, my brain not comprehending the words, so I read it again to be sure. Piss in your panties, right now. Or I tell everyone. The words were scratched onto the paper in what looked like a hurry. I looked back up at him, and he slowly nodded his head at me. I knew he was serious, he had already seen so much of me. If I didn't follow through with this, I knew I'd suffer extreme embarrassment, even though I had a good feeling I wasn't the only one who did what I did. I decided for the professor to get into a long winded explanation of the subject at hand before I began to wet my panties, right there in my seat. I felt the warm puddle against my crotch again as I went on and on. It really did not feel like I was going to be able to stop. I looked at the guy again, and he had already turned back to face the front of the class. However I did see the guy behind him jerk his head suddenly. I looked at him, and his head was now facing forward, but something caught my eye. He was hard. I could see a very noticeable and obvious erection poking in his pants. Was he watching my pee myself? The thought of my turning him on gave me a sudden rush. Even though what I was doing was shameful, there were others who enjoyed watching me do it. I felt an extra ounce of confidence run through me, and I sat up just a bit taller in my seat, feeling the pee slush around on my chair, soaking my skirt just a bit more. Very casually, I glanced around the room to see if anyone else was in the same predicament. In my scan of the room, I counted three more boners. I couldn't believe it! Had they all seen me, was there someone else doing the same thing? I kind of hoped not. After that class was over and as I made my way back to my dorm, I felt the urge to do it again. I wanted someone to see me pee myself, to enjoy it and get hard. I knew I had to be coy about it, to hide it a little, but where was I to go? As I wandered the halls aimlessly, I happened to pass by the gym. The students inside were all hard at work stretching. But upon closer inspection, I noticed that it wasn't stretching, it was yoga. Suddenly getting an idea, I looked around the gym doors for a corkboard. On it could possibly be a yoga sig up sheet. I found one, and on it read a few names that were obviously guys. Gleefully I jotted my name down in a particular time slot later that night. *** Golden Rules "Students if you would please pay attention, quickly now." Slowly a silence took over the room as every head was turned to look at me. I gulped, feeling like a bug under a microscope. "Gabriella has chosen to forgo the rules of this fine institute. And I know we are all well aware of what happens to such people when they have such disregard for the rules." Everyone nodded at this. The prof spun me around, steering me towards his desk. He pointed beneath it. "Get underneath the desk, Gabriella." I stared at my teacher in disbelief! This was harassment! I stood perfectly still, and he took a menacing step forward. "I said get on your knees, under the desk!" I stared around the room, no one was coming to my aid, but they were all looking at me. I slowly knelt down and got underneath the desk. He then walked forward, sat in his chair pulling himself as close to the desk without hitting me, and began the lesson. Was this the punishment? My legs were soon becoming numb from sitting on them for so long. A hand crept underneath the desk and went towards the fly of the pants. I stared as it was unzipped and from in the pants came the most enormous dick I'd even seen. It pointed at me and began to trickle a little. The teacher was going to pee, with me under the desk! Didn't he remember I was here? I moved as far as I could to the side when the stream slowly picked up speed. It hit my leg, soaking my shoes. I squirmed, I was getting peed on! The stream crept up my leg and stopped before it got to my skirt. My legs were soaked with pee by the time the stream stopped. He then pushed back from the desk and reached under to pull me out. He stationed me directly in front of the class, who all stared at my wet legs. I was so ashamed by this point. "Whoever requires her, just grab her. You can do whatever you like, within the rules." I stared at the class and watched as a girl near the back raised her hand. The teacher pushed me in her direction. I stood in front of her desk. "Get on your knees, under my desk. And hurry up I've had to go since this morning." I mentally prepared myself and got down beneath the desk. I tried to sit as far away as I could. The girl spread her legs and gave me a view of her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties! I looked away instantly. Soon enough a slow stream started and fell in between my legs. She reached down to grab her pussy, aiming the stream higher and higher. Soon it began to wet the front of my tiny skirt. The material in front was no sooner soaked when she aimed higher, aiming for my belly button. I tried to move backwards when someone shoved me forwards. I turned to look, and the student in front of this girl had reached down to shove me back. As they did the stream fell on my breasts, soaking the material and giving everyone a good show of my black bra. Soon enough the flow stopped. Someone called out my name. "Gabriella, Thomas needs you." Called the teacher. I got up and walked along the back of the class. I reached his desk. Looking me up and down the boy pointed to underneath his desk. I knelt down. "Lay underneath my desk, on your back. Your head right centre, please." I couldn't believe my ears. As I turned over on my back I closed my eyes. I soon felt a warm stream hit me on the chest, soaking my blouse, the liquid trickling to my neck and falling down the sides. The stream worked its way up my neck, and then slowly around the contours of my face. It hit my hairline only, soaking my hair with his pee. A weird shock went through my body. It flowed directly to my pussy, which I could feel was getting a little wet. What in the world?! Was this turning me on in some weird way? No sooner had I thought that when the flow stopped when the bell rang suddenly. I was so ashamed, covered with someone else's pee! My uniform was soaked in the front, the back was still dry. Everyone was sure to notice in the hallways. I waited for the class to empty before I made my way out. I was grabbed by the arm again, and I nearly let out a sob. "You can wait an extra five minutes." The prof said, pulling me back towards the desk again. This time though, he didn't make me sit underneath it. He sat down, lacing his fingers together. I watched as he leaned back, almost satisfied with himself. I wanted to punch him. "I realize that this ordeal has been a little strange for you. But, what can I say." He smirked at me. I didn't return the gesture. "A dry uniform will be in your dorm by now. Let this serve as a warning to the next time you think you want to break the rules, Miss White." He waved his hand at me, dismissing me. I ran out of the class and dashed in the direction of the dorms. This sucked. This just fucking sucked. Two days here and I'd witnessed three people pee themselves, and got peed on by three strangers. I'd never experienced something so foreign. But with that last warning, at least I would never need to go through that ordeal again. Wrong.