1 comments/ 58017 views/ 33 favorites The School of Desperation By: lunaswift Chapter 1 An unusual biology lesson "Please don't make me go in there. I don't want to." Emma had spent most of the journey pleading with her father like this. It hadn't worked. He stared out of the window at the students heading up the steps and disappearing inside. They all looked so studious, businesslike. He liked the thought of his daughter studying here. It was a good school. "Why can't I retake my exams at Bridgetown?" Her father sighed and turned to her at last, taking in her haughty expression, her perfect hair and make up, a girl he hardly knew anymore. "Emma," he began. "We spent a fortune putting you through that school and you didn't pass a single thing. You're eighteen years old and you haven't one qualification to your name. Do you really think I'm going to waste any more money on sending you somewhere that clearly hasn't worked for you?" "But you're paying thousands for me to come here, how is that any different?" She sounded whiny, like a spoilt child. And that was what she was. She'd had years of getting her own way, her first car was a Bentley for crying out loud. No doubt it was a shock to suddenly find she couldn't just bat her eyelashes and change her father's mind on this one. "I'm not arguing with you. Get in there. You'll be late. And if I hear the slightest complaint from any of the teachers, you can kiss goodbye to your trust fund and your inheritance. Your sister will get the lot." Emma got out of the car, didn't kiss him goodbye and walked up the stone steps, past the sign reading "Waterford Finishing School, Headmistress: Cheryl Middleton." Emma looked up at the ivy covered walls, the mullioned windows, it was so similar to her last school, so stuffy, suffocating. But her father seemed to think this one was different. He'd told her nobody ever failed here, nobody knew what their techniques were, it was a secret known only to the staff and those who enrolled, never revealed, but the results spoke for themselves. Walking along the corridor, clutching a plan of the school and her timetable to her chest, Emma felt odd. Maybe it coming in a week after everyone else had started not sure she would be able to catch up. Heading past the ladies bathroom, she glanced at her watch. Just enough time to pee before the first class. She frowned as she walked in, forehead wrinkling and lips pouting as she looked round. There were no stalls to separate the toilets, just five gleaming white bowls lined up in a row. That was weird. Unable to face sitting down to pee when anyone could walk in and spot her, Emma turned on her heels and headed back out the door to her first class. To a passerby she might have looked like the perfect student, knee length pleated black skirt, a white blouse which felt just a little too small. It had fit when it was bought for her but it seemed to have shrunk in the wash or her boobs had grown, now it stretched tightly across her ample chest, the top two buttons threatening to break free at any moment. Her white socks were pulled up over her shins, covering up most of her slender legs, a beige rucksack on her back contained her textbooks and notepads. She had flawless skin, the result of countless spa sessions and expensive creams bought over the years. Marching alone the corridor, she hoped she'd be able to find a more suitable toilet after the first class and that she'd be able to ignore the growing sense of desperation in her bladder in the meantime, her nerves were getting to her. The class had just started when she walked in. Glancing round the door Emma watched as about twenty heads turned to face her. They belonged to a group of eighteen and nineteen year old girls, daughters of rock stars, heads of state, aristocracy. All of them looked haughtily at the new girl, not impressed by her lateness, or the smile on her face. Emma noticed something else that made her frown again. There was a toilet in the corner of the classroom. What the hell was that for? "Ah, Miss Jones," the teacher said without looking up from her desk. "Glad you could join us at last. Please, come sit at the front." "Sorry I'm late miss, I got lost." The teacher glared at her. "Don't make a habit of it. Now class, turn to page 34 of your textbooks. Anatomy of the human." There was a rustling sound as the class dug out their books. Emma flicked to the page which contained the images of a naked man and woman, Latin terms for each body part written down the sides. The teacher stood up, taking off her reading glasses. She was in her mid thirties, long blonde hair which she kept having to brush away from her eyes. Her dress would have been eye catching in a nightclub but in a school it was positively scandalous. There was a slit up the right leg almost cut to the thigh revealing a smooth pale skin. Her cleavage was clearly visible, the curve of each breast perfectly rounded. She was wearing bright red lipstick which contrasted with her porcelain skin. Emma kept finding her eyes drawn to that cleavage, waiting to see if anything would pop out of her incredibly low cut dress. "For those that don't know me," the teacher continued, looking at Emma at this point and leaning over her desk to stare at her, giving Emma an even more outrageous view of her boobs and the edge of her dark nipples, "my name is Miss Welles. I am here to get you all through anatomy and biology. What is it Marjorie?" An arm was sticking up in the air. "Excuse me miss, may I please go to the toilet?" The teacher sighed. "Fine, you know where it is, but next time go before class." The girl stood up but didn't leave the classroom. Instead she walked primly over to the toilet in the corner of the room. Emma was shocked but didn't want to be seen making a fuss by asking about it. As the teacher continued to talk, she watched Marjorie out of the corner of her eye. The student lifted her skirt and slowly lowered her panties to around her knees, perching on the edge of the toilet until a few seconds later the sound of her tinkling pee echoed round the classroom. Emma squirmed a little in her seat at the sound. She was becoming more desperate but there was no way she was going in front of the entire class like that. When the girl finished she reached for a square of loo roll and spread her legs. Emma could clearly see her pussy, she'd never seen a shaved one before. She found herself staring at it as the student dabbed with the tissue then dropped it down the loo, flushed and pulled up her knickers. Silently she returned to her seat just as the classroom door opened. "Ah, here come the models. Stand up girls and say hello to Michael and Dawn." A man and a woman, both wearing dressing gowns came to stand next to Miss Welles. They opened their robes and let them fall to the floor. Both were naked underneath. Miss Welles pointed to the woman first, explaining the Latin terms for each body part, touching the woman's nipples with the tips of her fingers. "As you can see, her nipples are erect. Why might this be?" "Please miss," someone piped up from the back. "Either she's cold or aroused." "Well done," replied Miss Welles. "Both are possible, but it's more likely she is aroused as she knows what today's demonstration will be. Now moving on." Miss Welles continued the lesson, pointing out the sections of the man's body, finally ending by grasping his penis with her slim fingers. "Now, what will happen if I begin to stroke him here?" Nobody answered. "Well, watch and see." She began to move her hand up and down the man's soft penis, slowly at first, then faster. In her expert hand, the man's cock began to harden until it was completely rigid, so much larger than it had been, a single drop of precum appearing at the tip. Miss Welles moved her hand away and the model's cock continued pointing proudly upwards. "Can you see girls?" she asked. "He has become erect. Now watch carefully as I'm going to get these two to demonstrate the next stage in your studies." Emma watched, eyes wide as the woman lay down on the floor, trying to ignore her ever increasing desperation. "Come and gather round," said Miss Welles. The students formed a circle round the prostrate woman's body, her legs spread slightly, giving them all a glimpse of her slightly damp pussy under a small patch of light pubic hair. "Michael, would you come stand by me please?" Miss Welles asked. "Now girls, I want you all to hold his penis, see what it feels like. Get to grips with this now and by the time of your exams it will all be that much easier." The first girl grabbed his cock, tugging it and making him wince. Everyone giggled. "Not like that, he's not a milking machine. Gently!" One by one all the girls took turns stroking his penis, Michael remained impassive throughout but his erection seemed to become harder as time passed. Finally it was Emma's turn. Nervous, wanting to turn and run, she stared at the naked man, all the other girls watching and waiting. At last she reached out and took it in her hand, the first penis she'd ever felt. It was hot, almost burning and so firm. She began to move her hand up and down, watching as it twitched in her fingers. She found herself wondering what it might taste like, what that fluid at the head of his shaft would feel like in her mouth, how it would feel to run her tongue along the veins on the side, over the head. "When you've quite finished Emma." Emma blinked, realising she'd been daydreaming whilst stroking him endlessly. She let go and blushed bright red. She stepped back, beginning to shuffle her legs from side to side as her bladder sent warning signals up to her brain. "Please continue Michael," Miss Welles said. The man nodded and moved to kneel before the woman waiting patiently on her back. He took his penis in his hand and began running it up and down her pussy lips, shuffling his knees forward until he towered over her. "Observe girls, he's gathering up her wetness to make it easier to slide inside her. Some of you may feel yourselves growing a little damp at this. Perfectly normal, just a sign of maturity and arousal at the show. Just ignore it if it happens." Michael pushed the head of his cock just inside his partner. He stopped there, waiting. "Can you see he's inside her now? But by stopping like this, it serves to tease her, to arouse her further. The point of this act is to create babies yes, but enjoyment is key. Always remember that." The girls shuffled closer just in time to see Michael thrust his hips forward in one single movement, his muscular buttocks clenched as his cock disappeared up inside Dawn's soaking wet pussy. She let out a gasp, as did some of the girls when the two models began to fuck in earnest. Emma found herself stepping backwards, appalled at what was happening in the classroom. This couldn't be allowed, surely? She vowed to go to the headmistress as soon as the class was finished. Straight after she'd been for a pee though. She knew she should be able to last until the end of class but not much longer than that. As she became lost in thought, Michael began moving faster, getting closer to coming. He pulled Dawn up and onto him, laying back on the floor. Dawn bent her knees, her tiptoes balancing on the floor, holding Michael's hands. She used him to balance herself as she lifted up off the floor until the tip of his cock was only thing left inside her. She began to ride him, his cock clearly covered in her juices as she bounced up and down, her boobs flying as she went faster and faster. The rest of the room was silent, watching as the two models approached their orgasms. "Watch closely girls," said Miss Welles. "You're about to see them come. Michael, please pull out so they can see what happens. Men sometimes enjoy coming on girls faces. This is of course a way of ensuring you don't get pregnant during sex, something you may find useful to know for extra credit." Dawn lifted herself off Michael reluctantly. She sat on her knees and Michael stood up, wanking his cock as fast as he could. Dawn opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. With a grunt he came, a spurt of cum hitting the back of her throat. Another twitch of his cock and a jet of spunk splashed onto her cheeks. A third jet missed her, instead landing on the arm of the girl stood closest. Dawn swallowed greedily, then began sucking on Michael's cock, drawing the last of the cum from him. As she did so her hand slipped between her legs and began rubbing her clit gently. As she slid her head back and forth over his cock, she moaned deep in her throat, her body tensing up as she came just from the touch of her fingers. The girls gasped at the sight of her orgasming, it seemed so sudden, so powerful, making her fall to the floor like it did, her breath coming in short gasps, sweat running down her chest. "Thank you," said Miss Welles as the bell rang. "Class dismissed." Chapter 2 Complaining to the headmistress Emma knocked on the headmistress's door. "Come in." Pushing the door open, Emma found herself in a large office, all the available wall space was taken up by bookcases full of dusty leather tomes. There was a tall matronly woman sat behind the enormous desk, typing at a typewriter. Not a computer, an actual typewriter. Emma was struck by how old fashioned everything looked, even the dress the headmistress was wearing would have looked better in a 1950s boarding school. Emma stood waiting, not wanting to interrupt. "Sit down," the head said, continuing to type. Emma sat. Minutes passed, the only sound that of clacking keys. Emma began to wonder if it was a mistake coming here first instead of going to the bathroom, sitting down had reminded her how much she needed to pee. But on her map the only bathroom was the one with no privacy. What could she do? Hold it in until her father returned to collect her? Could she manage it? She was so desperate! Finally the head looked up. "What can I do for you Miss Jones?" "Please Miss Middleton, I was just in a class and there was a naked man and woman in there." The headmistress raised her eyebrows at this. "Anything else?" Emma blushed, unable to look the head in the eyes. "They...they had sex right in front of us." The headmistress looked straight at Emma, a flare of anger crossing her face. "How dare you lie like that." She began shouting at Emma, an angry rant about the consequences of making things up. Emma, a timid girl at the best of times was quivering in her seat, her heart racing. When the headmistress stood up and started prodding her, she lost control of her body. Her overworked bladder couldn't cope anymore and a squirt of pee squirted from her, soaking her knickers. Emma was just able to control herself before any more came out but the headmistress noticed the trickle running off the edge of the seat and soaking into the expensive carpet. "Are you urinating in my office?" she asked incredulously, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Not waiting for an answer she wrenched Emma up by the arm. "I'll show you how we treat dirty liars who can't control their bodies. Are you an adult or a child?" Bending Emma over her desk, she pulled at the back of her skirt until it fell round Emma's ankles, exposing her white panties, a damp patch clearly visible. This seemed to infuriate the head even more. "What are you doing?" Emma asked nervously, no longer sure what was normal and what wasn't. Was this a bad dream? Would she wake up and find her first day at school about to start. She hoped so but the head's voice interrupted her reverie. "I'm going to spank you now and you're going to stay put until I say otherwise." "But Miss Middleton, please, I need the toilet." "Well you'll just have to learn to control yourself better won't you?" Emma squirmed but remained bent over the desk, not wanting to antagonise the head, feeling very exposed with her skirt draped across her waist. Slap. Emma nearly shot bolt upright, her last bit of self control disappearing as the burning heat ran through her right buttock at the smack the headmistress had just administered to her. Her bladder relaxed and a torrent of piss, held in since first thing that morning, flew out from her urethra. It soaked her panties instantly and began running down her leg, dripping from her knickers and forming a widening pool at her feet. She stayed perfectly still, not being given permission to move until she had finished. "You disgusting girl, wetting yourself in my office." Slap. The head spanked her over and over again, each time cursing and shouting at her. Emma began crying at the pain, wondering when it would end. "You've been a very bad girl haven't you. Say it!" "I've been a bad girl miss." Slap. "And you're sorry aren't you." "I'm sorry miss." Slap. At last the head stopped, looking at her victim, her see through panties, the smell of piss filling the air. "Here," said the head, passing Emma a bottle. "Put this lotion on and the stinging should fade." "Th...thank you miss." Emma lowered the back of her panties, giving the head a glimpse of her peachy round bottom, each cheek now bright red. The head found herself wanting to bury her face between those cheeks, having always lusted after the innocent girls in her school. But she was controlled enough never to act on those impulses, knowing it could jeopardise her career, even her freedom. Nothing to stop her watching though. She stood and stared as Emma rubbed the lotion into her bottom, it was soothing but the stinging sensation was still there when the head motioned for her to sit on a chair. She winced as she sat down, wondering if she was about to be expelled. "Now, for lying I was only going to spank you. But seeing as how you had the audacity to piss in my office, I think something more severe is needed, wouldn't you agree?" "Yes miss." Miss Middleton reached into her drawer and pulled out some items of clothing. "You are to change into the punishment outfit, reserved for the worst offenders, so everyone knows what trouble you are in. I never thought someone would need to wear it on their first day at school, but here we are. Put that on." Emma picked up the clothes. This wasn't right. It was a tiny, stretchy piece of fabric, was that a skirt? It would barely cover her panties. And then a bikini top that seemed child size, it would just about cover her nipples but that was all. And nothing else. "You can't make me wear this." "Do you wish me to call your father?" Emma thought, remembering what he'd said. Get booted out of here and she'd be penniless, her useless half sister would get what was rightfully hers, she couldn't allow that to happen. "No miss." The head nodded. "You brought this on yourself Miss Jones. Now get changed and go to your next class. You're late enough as it is." Emma stood up, stepping out of her skirt and undoing the buttons on her blouse. "Can I keep my underwear on miss?" "No you can't. It's hardly a punishment if you remain covered up is it? Now get on with it, I've got work to do." Emma reluctantly undid her bra and dropped it to the floor. The head watched her round boobs spill out, large for a girl that age. She wished she could reach out and bite down on those succulent nipples. When Emma dropped her panties, she had to grab hold of the desk to stop herself from taking the girl and fucking her there and then. She had such a perfect body, shame she had just pissed everywhere though. At least this punishment should knock some sense into her. Emma stepped into the skirt quickly, wanting to cover up her exposed body parts as soon as she could. She'd shaved her pussy for years but now it seemed lewd, she wanted modesty, not to look like a porn star. As expected the skirt was too small. It stretched over her bottom like a second skin, revealing an inch at the base of each cheek. The slightest bend of her body and she knew her pussy lips would be visible to whoever stood behind her. From the front her pussy was only just covered. This was humiliating, just as the head wanted it to be. The School of Desperation She pulled the bikini top over her head, trying to position it to best cover her ample chest. Her nipples were now hidden at least, but the flesh of both of her boobs were still visible. Goosebumps broke out on her skin, not from cold but the sheer shame of so much of her being on show, nobody had ever seen this much before. The head nodded again and Emma turned away, taking tiny steps to the office door, not wanting to expose herself anymore than she had to. Stepping out into the corridor, she saw a group of girls heading towards her. Half trotting, she ran the other way, diving into the bathroom. Chapter 3 A trip to the bathroom Sitting on the toilet in her ridiculously slutty outfit, Emma could only hope the day would be over quickly and she could move on. At least nobody else would know why she was being punished. It was so excruciatingly embarrassing, she didn't want to leave ever again, she wanted to go home. She wanted her normal clothes back from the headmistress but she didn't have the courage to go and ask for them. So instead she sat there, arms folded across her chest, staring at the floor. The door to the bathroom slammed open making Emma jump. She looked up, two girls had stumbled in, arms wrapped round each other, kissing passionately. They hadn't noticed her yet, falling over each other like that which gave her a chance to see if she could sneak past them and out of the bathroom without being noticed. She stood up and tried to reach the door, she almost made it. Time seemed to slow as one of the girls caught sight of her from the corner of her eye, realising they were being watched. She leapt apart from the other girl. "What the fuck?" she snapped, as the other girl turned to face Emma as well. "Were you watching us?" "I...I wasn't..." Emma began to protest. "And what the hell are you wearing?" Emma could feel their eyes burning into her, as they scanned over the micro skirt, her long legs, the barely there bikini top. She had nothing to say. "You're being punished by Miss Middleton aren't you? What did you do?" One of the girls approached her and grabbed her ear. "What did you do."Her lip had curled up into a sneer which broke up her beautiful face. "I...I wet myself in her office." "You wet yourself? How old are you? Three?" The two girls laughed then exchanged a look which Emma didn't understand. One pulled back her hair, wrenching her head back. "Ow, that hurts," she whined. "It'll hurt a lot more if you don't do what we say." "Who are you?" "We're prefects and we decide how to punish girls like you. And seeing how you defiled the head's office in the way you did, we're going to return the favour." "You...you're going to pee on the floor in here?" "Not quite." They laughed again, then dragged Emma to one of the toilets, forcing her to her knees in front of it. It was quite a scene, Emma, her bottom now exposed as the skirt had ridden up to her waist, knelt down as if about to pray. Behind her, the dark haired girl in pristine school uniform, cute button nose, lively eyes, hair in bunches, holding her head back, forcing a kiss onto her reluctant lips. In front, the other girl, blonde, identical uniform, the haughty face of power, perching herself on the edge of the toilet and pulling her panties down to round her ankles. Emma realised too late what was about to happen. The girl behind her grabbed her mouth and squeezed her cheeks with one hand, forcing her lips to open. She could only stare, wide eyed with shock as the girl on the toilet angled her hips forwards. She was face to face with another girls pussy for the first time in her life. She felt a strange mix of emotion. She wanted to be repulsed by it, wanted to run away, but her mind was more curious about it. She found herself looking closer, seeing how the lips were shaped differently to hers, it looked so oddly wonderful, the slight scent reaching her nostrils beginning to send tingles through her body. She wished she had time to think what it all meant when the girl suddenly spread her pussy lips, all thoughts gone as she realised what was about to happen. "Do it to her," the girl behind said, pulling at the bikini top and exposing Emma's nipples which to her shame were already erect. Emma blinked in shock as a jet of piss flashed from the girl, through the air in a millisecond and splashing onto her face. It flew into her mouth and made her gag. She could feel its warmth running down the back of her throat. This was so disgusting so why was her pussy starting to get wet? Was the humiliation actually turning her on? Was she that pathetic? She just wished someone would walk in and stop them before it went any further. But that was unlikely as the next class had already begun and with toilets in the classrooms, who would need to come in here? "Swallow it you naughty girl." Emma was already swallowing, she'd have choked otherwise. She could feel warm splashes hitting her chest, trickles running down and soaking in and under her skirt. It seemed to go on forever and she realised with horror that the girl behind was pushing her face slowly forwards, closer to the exposed pussy under that skirt. Moments later, with pee stinging her eyes as drops bounced off her face, her mouth was pressed against the girl's pussy. The final flow of piss was now going straight down her throat. The back of her head was pressed forward, she couldn't pull away. And she realised she didn't want to. For some reason she felt more wetness forming, her pussy was slick with it despite her humiliation. "Lick her," ordered the girl behind her. Emma tried to shake her head, but it was no good. She was struggling to breathe now, the smell of the girl's pussy was intoxicating. Tentatively she stuck out the tip of her tongue, the taste hit her immediately, not as bad as she thought it might be, strangely nice. Very slowly, not wanting to seem too eager, she moved her tongue through the wetness, up to the girl's clitoris as the seemingly endless stream of pee finally came to a stop. Her tongue ran over the engorged clit before her, making the girl gasp and moan. Her head was forced up and down but when she felt the hands move off her, she didn't stop, knowing she might be punished more if she stopped now. She continued licking at the clit, circling it in the way she dreamt of others doing to her, the way she would circle her own pussy with her fingers. She jumped when she felt a hand under her skirt, squeezing and scratching her bottom. Suddenly she felt a finger at the bud of her anus, pressing forwards, forcing its way inside. She wanted to scream but her mouth was buried in the flesh of the girl on the toilet. She could only kneel there as the finger pushed and prodded its way into her. At first she was tensed up, nervous, but gradually she began to relax her sphincter muscles, knowing to tense up would make it hurt more. When the finger began fucking her ass, she felt her clit begin to throb uncontrollably. "You love it don't you," snapped the girl behind her. "My finger in your bottom like that. You won't like this though." Emma was jerked backwards, away from the pussy at last. She thought she might get to leave now but instead she was shoved onto her back on the cold tiled floor. "I was about to come," whined the girl on the toilet, shoving her hand between her legs and beginning to masturbate furiously. "She was fucking good at that for a new girl." "I need to piss," the other girl answered. She stood above Emma, pulled her knickers to one side and began to pee almost immediately. Emma could only gasp as it splashed all over her, hitting her face, her boobs, even her pussy, the skirt still stuck round her waist. "That is so hot," said the girl on the toilet, fingers a blur on her clit. "I'm going to come..." She shrieked with delight as suddenly her legs tensed up, going rigid and her hand frozen, the spasms spreading through her body as she orgasmed. Emma couldn't see it though, she was trying to blink the stinging urine away as at last the girl above her stopped peeing. She stepped off and made her way to the door, glancing back at Emma, laid half naked and soaking wet on the toilet floor. Her friend joined her by the door and they left holding hands, not saying a word to Emma who just lay there, bewildered, trying not to cry. She sat up slowly, realised how late she must be, climbing to her feet. She wiped herself down as best she could with handfuls of paper towels. She moved the bikini top back into place, pulled the skirt back down so her pussy was at least covered up and looked at herself in the mirror. "Come on Emma," she said to the reflection, sounding stronger than she felt. "If you can put up with that, nothing else here can be any worse." She stood up straight and made her way to her next class, hoping nobody would come across her in the corridor, smelling so strongly of pee, with her damp hair a mess, her clit throbbing and her thighs feeling sticky with her own wetness. Chapter 4 A wet teacher Emma pushed open the classroom door and stepped inside. The teacher stopped talking mid sentence when she saw her. "Hi," Emma began, arms folded across her chest. "I'm the new girl. My name's Emma." The teacher blinked, still staring, taking in her clothes, how she looked, everything. Finally she came back to herself. "Yes, Emma. Come in. I'm Miss Holloway. Take a seat." Emma sat down at the back, others kept turning to stare at her. It was a smaller class, only around ten girls but they all had a strange glint in their eyes as if they were planning something. There was the familiar toilet in the corner of the room. Emma recognised two of the girls as the ones that had just pissed on her in the bathroom. Their eyes dared her to say anything. She stayed silent. "Stop chatting please," the teacher said, trying to regain their attention. It wasn't working. Miss Holloway turned her back to write something on the board, someone threw a paper cup of water at her back, soaking her white shirt. She spun round to face them. Emma expected her to start shouting at them but she seemed on the verge of tears instead, as if this happened a lot. "Please girls, not again. Every time, every day you pick on me, why can't you just behave?" They all looked angelically innocent but as Miss Holloway again began to turn, from the back of the room, another waterbomb hit her. It soaked her chest, turning her shirt see through immediately. Emma could see her small but well rounded breasts clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra. "Who...who threw that?" she asked, but any force in her voice was gone. A girl stood up, she was taller than the teacher and towered over her. "I did," she said. "What are you going to do about it?" "I...I..." The teacher looked down, beaten. She sat at her desk and stared down, just wanting the class to be over. Emma could only watch as almost simultaneously the class stood up, as if to some prearranged signal. They approached the teacher and quietly surrounded her. What the hell was going to happen? Miss Holloway looked up, blinking away tears as she noticed what was happening. "What's going on here girls?" she asked. "We're going to have some fun," the tall girl said, leaning aggressively towards the teacher. "Our turn to take charge for once. Grab her." Two others took hold of Miss Holloway's arms and dragged her to her feet. "St...stop it girls," she said but got no further. From nowhere, one of the girls had produced a dildo. Emma blinked in shock, a second ago this was a normal class, now it was like something in a porn film. The girl pushed the dildo into Miss Holloway's mouth, silencing her. "Strip her," the tall girl ordered, obviously in charge. Miss Holloway's shirt was ripped open, her boobs now free. They were pert but small, her nipples pointed, a few freckles covering her skin. Her skirt was tugged down revealing her plain white panties. They were snipped with scissors, falling to the floor and now she was naked. Her slight tummy was on show, her strip of dark pubic hair. "Tie her to the desk. And bring the new girl over." Two girls approached Emma. Before she could get away they dragged her past the struggling teacher being laid on the desk, sweeping the books aside. Emma found herself sat on a chair, staring at the naked teacher as her hands were bound behind her back, pushing her chest forwards. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, her pussy exposed under her tiny skirt. The teacher glanced at her, eyes full of pity. Emma never forgot what happened next. The entire class attacked the teacher and she could only watch. What was worse, she found herself becoming aroused again. Girls were climbing onto the desk, standing above Miss Holloway. Each pulled their skirt up and began to pee, almost at the same time. Three girls were pissing at once and Emma gasped at the sight. Worst of all, the teacher seemed to be enjoying it, forgetting her shame as the hot pee fell on her, her body writhing, her hips thrusting up, as if she'd wanted this all along. Another girl approached the bottom of the desk, holding something. Emma saw it was a flesh coloured vibrator. She pushed it up the teacher's pussy without ceremony, it buried itself in her. A second vibrator was pushed beneath it, into the teacher's bottom. Other girls were rubbing the hot piss into her skin, pulling at her nipples, sucking on her neck. The first girl to stop peeing was replaced by another. The second finished and then lowered herself above the teacher's head, holding her knickers aside and sinking her pussy directly onto Miss Holloway's face. Emma found herself tensing and relaxing her thigh muscles, wishing some attention would be given to her. She was unable to move though and couldn't tear her eyes from the girl on Miss Holloway's face, as the minutes passed the girl began moaning and pulling at her boobs. By the time she reached an orgasm it seemed as if every girl in the class had pissed on Miss Holloway, the floor was covered in puddles, drops still falling from the desk. Miss Holloway pulled at her bonds, unable to escape. The tall girl smiled at the show and turned to Emma. "How'd you like this class?" "I...I..." Emma was speechless. The girl laughed. "My father is on the board of governors here. I can do anything I like. And I think I'd like to tease you." She sat in front of Emma and pulled at her bikini top, exposing Emma's chest once more. She began to suck on her nipples, her lips were so soft Emma couldn't help but begin to moan softly. Miss Holloway was moaning too, the dildos inside her were being thrust in and out and it was taking her over the edge. Other girls had produced vibrators and they were running them over her skin, making her scream with pleasure. As Emma looked past the tall girl, she saw Miss Holloway approaching orgasm. It hit her like a freight train, her body bucking on the table, straining at her bonds and crying with joy. The girls continued playing with her, never stopping for a moment, licking the pee from her skin, biting her, spitting on her. It was insane. Emma's attention returned to the tall girl who was now stroking her thighs. She slid a finger over Emma's swollen clit, making her moan again. "You really are turned on by all this aren't you new girl?" she asked, not waiting for an answer. The bell rang, making everyone jump. "Untie them," the tall girl said, looking at her watch. Her friends did as she commanded. Emma rubbed at her wrists, the rope used to tie her seemed to have vanished as quickly as it appeared. The teacher was sitting up slowly, not sure if this was another trick. "You won't get away with this," Miss Holloway muttered. "Oh yeah? I suppose you hated every minute of that, even that orgasm of yours you fucking whore." The students gathered by the door. "If you tell anyone about this," the tall girl said, after the others had left. "There'll be trouble. I've got footage of you, from before you worked here. Back when you were one of those netsluts, on a webcam for anyone who paid. You remember that Miss Holloway? Or should I say Emily Self-fuck as you called yourself back then?" Miss Holloway's jaw dropped. Emma realised the tall girl must be telling the truth. "And as for you," she continued, turning to Emma. "You'll keep this to yourself if you don't want the same treatment." She left. Emma frowned. She was beginning to think she just might enjoy exactly the same thing that Miss Holloway had just been through. The End...For Now!