The Life of a Night Lily

Chapter 4 – A First Time for Everything

Year 2231, July - First day at school

The Academy of the Night Lily

When it rains, it pours.

This old proverb was especially fitting for old India where the year has three main seasons. The hot season between May and July, the monsoon season between August and September and finally the in-between season for the rest of the year.

The downpour of thousands of raindrops smattering on trees outside woke me up. At first, I didn’t open my eyes. Rain was so uncommon in New Babylon, I always wanted to stay in bed forever when it rained, listening to the way it smattered on my window.

Someone snored quietly below me. I was suddenly wide-awake, painfully aware that I wasn’t home in Babylon anymore. I sat up and looked around at the untidy room filled with sleeping girls lying on the sofas, in the armchairs or simply on the floor. I looked around and counted three other juniors with me. As I did, the events of yesterday slowly started trickling back into my mind.

I looked down on the floor, seeing scattered cards and an empty wine bottle. I remembered being pushed into the circle of my elders, stripped of my sari and sat down with my peers.

Someone had laid a blanket over me. I shifted my body and felt the blanket on my body “I’m naked.” I lazily thought as I yawned and pulled it over my shoulders. A pillow lay on the ground beneath my divan. I remembered it, and I remembered Neeshka’s purring voice in my ear, “There’s always a way in…”

I remembered how I hit her and broke the skin on her lip, and I remembered her response, with the ropes and the strap-on. I pulled the blanket closer and sat up straight. And I remembered how I felt about it. I froze. “Did I come?!” I wondered, almost frantically.

I reached down and touched my pussy. I gingerly stuck a finger inside me. “I’m a bit sore…” Embarrassed I stood up and tried not to think about it. I looked out of the window and saw the torrential rain pouring down outside. Monsoon season had just started in the province of Bangladesh, where the school was located. We didn’t have monsoons in New Babylon. “That’s very soothing…” I thought as I looked out and yawned again.

Bottles lay scattered on the floor, burnt out candles stood everywhere. Blankets, pillows and juniors lay all over the room. A plant had been pushed over in the corner, soil spilling out over the floor. A window was left open and a puddle of water was building from the intruding rain. I padded up to it and closed it shut.

I never realised how big the room was until now. Nearly 20 girls lived here. The common room was large. It could easily fit ten persons or so comfortably in the couches and sofas. Getting all of us in there shouldn’t be too uncomfortable. The common room in itself had room for more than just sofas and armchairs. Two wooden tables with room for six people each, a large vidscreen on the wall, a divan, several plants and plenty of open space made the room feel spacious.

Peeking through the doors of living rooms I realised that they were pretty big as well, giving plenty of room for all the six girls living in each of them.

I finally got to see the kitchen up front. Long and spacious, with two stoves, two ovens and more utensils and machines than I thought possible, it looked clean and robust. I searched with my eyes after the fridge and the pantry but couldn’t find any of them. “This is just a place to prepare food, but where do they store it?...” I turned my head and saw a curtain separating the kitchen from whatever lay behind it. “Bingo.” I thought and shimmied through it.

My foot bumped into something on the floor and I nearly lost balance and fell. I managed to grab a shelf and a pack of coffee. It fell down. Surprised and big eyed I swooped down after it and landed on my ass holding the crumbled pack in a tight fist, powder spilling out all over me and the floor. “Crap, someone’s gonna have to pick that up…” I thought as I looked at the mess I made. “Aa-Aah---A-cho!” I sneezed, spreading the fine brown dust around even further.

In front of me lay Chandra and Ayja on the floor undisturbed by the mess I had created mere meters from them. They slept soundly in each other’s arms. Next to them lay an empty wine bottle. “Oh…” I cocked my eyebrow and wondered if getting drunk here for the first time was such a good idea. They were both naked on a thin carpet resting on top of the stone floor. “Looks cold.” I found another blanket and laid it over them, tucking them in.

Chandra stirred a bit in her sleep. I padded over them and looked around. Two fridges, two freezers and a large wooden door, which I expected was the pantry. I opened the door up and turned on the light and saw a huge walk in pantry almost as large as my room back in New Babylon.

My tummy rumbled as I looked around at all the bread, the jam, the cereal and what looked like a cookie jar. Curious, I opened it up but to my great dismay found it empty. I grabbed a loaf of bread and took a bite out of it as I walked out.

When I opened the door and walked out I bumped straight into Rohena. She let out a startled noise. “I’m sorry.” I said and nodded apologetically. She was wearing a dark blue bath-robe and looked at me before glancing down at Chandra and Ayja on the floor. Her gaze lingered at them before returning to me. “Good morning Ayanna.” she simply said. “Get me the tomato bread and the honey while you’re in there.” she  ordered as she looked me straight in the eye.

“Sure.” I ducked back in and quickly found her bread and honey. “Have breakfast with me.” she said, obviously meant as neither a question nor an invitation. “Sure.” I said again. “Milk, glasses and plates.” A bit too tired, I wasn’t really following her. “Pardon?” I asked.

“Do you find your way around the kitchen yet? Milk, glasses and plates. Bring them to the table, and keep it down.” Rohena said. It was hard to describe, but her presence was very commanding. Not sexy domineering as Abjiri on the train yesterday, but more matriarchal. She simply expected things to get done, and that made a very strong impression.

“Sure thing Ro’.” I said and smiled. “Rohena.” she corrected me. I looked up at her. “Sorry…”. After getting setting the table I sat down with her. She was looking towards the pantry behind the curtains at Chandra and Ayja.

“I’m such a sucker for romantic love.” she said, resting her chin in her hand, gazing at them. “You can tell that they’re having a crush right? Might even be the real thing.” she asked and looked up at me. I quickly smeared some honey on the bread and took a bite. “I guess. I don’t really know any of them.” I said. “Are you in love?” she asked, I nearly choked on my bread. “Excuse me?” I asked. She looked back at me, “It’s a fairly easy question. Yes or no.” she promptly responded.

“Have I ever been in love?” I asked myself out loud and closed my eyes. I thought of Rajan holding me, letting his arms embrace my belly as we watched the setting sun reflect on the glass and steel towers of Babylon, filling the entire city core with a soft orange light.

I felt his hands gently holding mine, his lips kissing my neck. I sighed ruefully. “You don’t have to spell it out, a simple yes would have worked as well.” Rohena said while she reached for another slice of bread. I smiled meekly and opened my eyes. “How I wish you were here Rajan. I have so much I would say to you.” I turned my head and saw Ayja snuggling up against Chandra’s shoulder, her hair spilling out from the blanket I laid on them.

Suddenly in my mind, I reminisced our trip to the Academy. I remembered Mahi sitting gracefully with her legs by her side, giggling softly at Chandra’s jokes. I remembered how I felt, “She was so petite and her feet were so small, like a living doll. A cute, lovable doll.” I froze. “Did I just… Did I just feel for her?”

Panicked, I looked around. “This is stupid, I love Rajan! I’ve liked him since third grade. I’ve been with him for over a year. I love him!” I thought as a pang of guilt hit me. “I’m a slut. I haven’t been away from him for more than one week and I’m already hot for someone else.” I almost felt like crying.

“…but the way her hair falls down her face does seem kinda odd, considering her style. Don’t you think?” Rohena said and turned to me. Disoriented, I looked back at her and half stood up. “I uh – I’m sorry. I’m not feeling very hungry.” I got up, but I didn’t get more than halfway from the chair until her Rohena’s smiling face relaxed to a more casual calm. “Sit.” she ordered. It was evident in her voice that she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Slowly I sat back down. “Obviously you’re in love, and probably with someone from… where are you from? Never mind. From wherever you came from. And I’m sorry to rain on your parade girl, but you’re not going to be able to see or talk to him very often.” she said.

“He’s…” I started and snivelled slightly. “He’s a Brahmin now.” she stopped eating. I felt a tear run down my cheek. For the first time, Rohena showed something other than superiority. She laid her hand on mine and said, “I’m sorry.” I nodded and tried to hold the tears in, “…thanks.” My voice almost breaking, I started crying for real. Tears streamed down my face and sat hulking in my blanket. She held my hand and simply sat with me for a minute.

It felt uncomplicated. It was an incredibly good feeling to have someone to cry with, who didn’t care what it looked like. “You do know that Night Lilies have served Brahmin before, right?” She said and put her other hand on the one she was already holding, clasping it.

Red eyed, I looked up. “What?” I asked, hoping this wasn’t her idea of a funny joke. She leaned forward. “In all castes, there is a degree of variation in how much status you have. A templar general is more noble than a templar private for example. In the same way is a servant different in regards of status.” Rohena explained. “Ok…” I said, not really getting her point.

She continued, “Servants and Brahmins vary the most. Compare a high priest for example with a simple mayor of a small town. The difference in status is enormous. The high priest could barely touch anyone of another caste than Brahmin, but many mayors have had known affairs with people of other castes.”

I looked at her. “But I thought Brahmins couldn’t marry outside their caste?” I asked, wiping my face with the blanket. “Listen to what I’m saying girl. Brahmins can have affairs. And even known affairs if the difference in status isn’t all too high.”

I crossed my arms stubbornly, even if it meant consolidating my misery. “I’m still just a servant slave. I can barely court a stockbroker. A mayor would be untouchable.” I said sourly.

Rohena looked on me incredulously. “You still drunk? How much did you have last night?” she asked, as if I was stupid. “Excuse me.” I said, not really getting her subtle point. She looked at me for a couple of seconds and then lightened up in realisation. “Oh… you’ve never heard anything about Night Lilies have you? Of course, no one told you. My bad.” She had my attention and I asked, “What, we’re well respected?”

She leaned forward. “The only members of the Servant class that have more respect would be rock stars and great artist. We have courted kings and queens, emperors and generals and everything in between. If they have the money, or the right contacts. They can get us, otherwise they can only watch and dream.” She smiled at me. There we’re no words to describe the relief that I felt. I hadn’t even thought about the possibility. I smiled and looked down on the table and took another nibble of my sandwich. “Thanks.” I said and looked up at her.

“No problem. Just, don’t get used to this.” she said and waved her finger at the table. “Oh…” I said, slightly dismayed. “Ok, I didn’t mean to intrude.” I said. She laughed slightly. “No silly, I meant sharing breakfast with me. I can listen to your heartaches and explain how life is going to unfold whenever you want. Actually, I’m kind of obligated to. At least to do the latter part.” she said.

“Obligated, what does she mean? She only does this because she has to?” I wondered. “Because you will officially be a junior in about an hour. And when you’re a junior, you don’t eat breakfast with your seniors. You make it for them.” she said with a content smile and grabbed another slice of bread. Her explanation made me feel somewhat better, at least she didn’t dislike me, so I smiled back. Even if it felt kind of odd to smile at the person who just told you that you will be making breakfast for her every day for the coming one and a half years.

She looked over at Chandra and Ayja. Chandra had turned her head now and the two girls foreheads were touching each other and they were holding hands. “You know I really wanted those two, by the gods they’re cute.” she said and nodded towards them between the fridges. “But no, Neeshka’s unstoppable when she set her mind on something.” she said with a sigh.

“Neeshka.” I remembered last night, her toying with poor Esa’s emotions, and then… I could almost feel the air rushing between my legs again, remembering the feeling when I was bound on the pillow with my rear sticking out in the air. And Neeshka standing behind me with that dildo harness, that strap-on.

Rohena must’ve picked up on what was running through my mind. “I’m sorry about yesterday, about calling you a whore.” she said. “But Neeshka… you know. Despite her quirks and her obsessive nature, I really like her.” she smiled. “Are they in love? No… or yes. Not hot passionate love, but they seem more like a couple that has been together for quite a while.” I thought.

“But, I don’t get it. Neeshka wanted me, I mean us… as your junior twins? Is it because Kalia you know… likes the stuff that Neeshka does?” I asked, thinking about Kalia’s arousal yesterday night over Asura’s humiliation and my bondage.

“No. She wanted you. After you had passed out, which by itself is pretty amazing, Neeshka walked straight up to me and said ‘I want her, no discussion.’ And that was the end of it.” Rohena said. “But I hit her!” I exclaimed, not understanding why she would want me. “Does she want revenge?” I asked.

“No, she’s quite content with banging you for that hit you threw at her. She just wants you more than any of the others as her junior.” Rohena said and suddenly stood up. “I’m going to go wake her. You clean this up.” she said and left without further ado.

I looked down on the crumb-covered table and started to clean up, a little wiser about what the world had in store for me.

Thirty minutes passed. Rohena had awoken Neeshka by stealing her blanket. Slumberous and grumpy, she stumbled away into the room of the two seniors on the opposite end of the corridor, Jhala and Khatu, and walked off with their blanket instead. After a couple of minutes of ruckus, the entire dorm was wide-awake and bustling with activity.

After the sophomores had charged off to the bathroom, and the seniors started to slowly wake up us juniors was looking on from the common room. Covered in blankets and trying to make ourselves as unnoticeable as possible, we were successfully ignored for nearly 20 minutes. But after that Rohena came out from her room, wearing a golden sari and brushing her hair as she approached us.

She stopped in the middle of living room and counted us, pointing at each of us. “…four, five and six. Great. All right juniors, listen up.” she said in a clear voice, getting our attention easily. “Maybe you got drunk and don’t remember, maybe you’re not very attentive…” she let her gaze slide over us until she stopped at me. With a smile she continued “…or maybe you just passed out.” A slight giggle came from Ayja until Chandra prodded her shoulder and she stopped.

“But my name is Rohena Chauhan, and I am the leader of this dorm. It is my responsibility that this dorm is kept clean, tidy and functioning. If I see something that I do not like, I will ask you to fix it. If it is not fixed, I will punish you. If you ignore me, I will take you to the school disciplinary board and they will punish you, and trust me girls. you don’t want that.” she said, applying the brush in her hand to her hair.

“You are juniors. I’m sure the principle told you what your duties here at the academy are, but I will refresh them for you. As you can see, there are a lot of girls living in each dorm. We’re 18 in fact, six in each room. Each room consists of one pair of seniors, one pair of sophomores and one pair of juniors.” she said and looked at us.

“In that particular room, the juniors will belong to the seniors. Yes, belong. You will be our de facto slaves. The academy owns you, but the principle has commissioned you to us. The two seniors in your room are your mistresses. You will obey them in all things, except breaking the school’s rules. So you might ask yourself, which of you are going to serve under which seniors?” she said, and looked seriously at us. Other seniors started coming out of their rooms. Hair done, golden satin sari shining softly, heels clicking under them.

“Well, we decided that yesterday. While you were having all the fun, we were watching you, deciding who would go where. But before I reveal that… In 20 minutes, the principle will be on the vidscreen. I expect this room to be presentable in 15. Get to it!” she said. I looked around, the place looked like a war zone, empty wine bottles, candles and pillows lying everywhere.

I finally had a moment to look at my fellow juniors in broad daylight, getting to see what they looked like and from where they hailed. Chandra was an athletic girl with brownish hair and tanned skin. She had powerful long smooth thighs and a kind of cute butt. Her twin Ayja was a thin slender girl who looked much weaker in comparison to Chandra. They where about the same height, but Ayja looked taller due to her gangly physique. Her skin was a lot fairer than Chandra’s and her most noticeable feature was her calf length, silky, jet-black hair that trailed after her every move.

Esa and Asura looked pretty much alike. They were both pretty dark skinned, not African black like me but a dark brown. They we’re both pretty short and they were both the same curvy kind of build. Hips showing clearly, perky breasts with big nipples for their size and a concave waist.

I looked at my own figure and wished I had their curves. I was built a little more like Chandra and Ayja put together. Tall, athletic and slender. Esa had her hair in two pig tails sticking out from her neck and Asura had one single ponytail.

Then I looked at Kalia, my twin. I remembered her swirling tongue in my mouth from the day before, and how she pressed her pussy closer to mine, making me feel her pubes on my own. I shuddered slightly and crossed my arms. She was fair skinned like Ayja, probably both of Indo-Aryan heritage. Ayja’s skin was brighter though.

Her dark brown hair was cut short at her shoulders. She kept it in a small braid at the back of her head except for a few strands that framed her face. Her breasts were a lot larger than mine and she was slightly shorter than me. She looked hung over.

Some of us slowly started picking stuff up. Kalia stood around doing nothing. Chandra looked miserably hung over as well. Esa and Asura looked around meekly. Ayja and me started to pick up some wine bottles here and there.

Neeshka came out of her room. Even taller than I remember her, now that she was wearing high heeled shoes. She walked over the mess in the common room and crashed down in one of the lazy chairs. She studied us, clearly amused. She started counting in a low but audible voice. “…one, two, three, four lazy girls.” she smiled contently. “What?” Kalia asked her, annoyed at Neeshka’s obvious call for attention.

“Hm? Oh, don’t mind me.” Neeshka said. “I’m just counting the number of lazy juniors I’m going to see down at the disciplinary board later today.” she took up a paperscreen, loaded up a fashion magazine and started flipping through pictures. Chandra and Asura came up behind Kalia, wondering what she meant.

She looked at them over the paper, shooting of an amused smile again. “You do know that I’m chairman of the student disciplinary board don’t you? They say pain builds character but I say it’s the actual welt marks that do it. Mmh, fresh untouched skin. I can’t wait.” she said with a malicious grin. The girls face was being turned upside down into a realisation of how much trouble they could be in for. “Or maybe you want a good penal fucking. I hear Africa liked hers. Didn’t you Africa?” she asked, the last part in a raised voice audible over the entire dorm.

I stopped and turned. Blushing, I expected giggles and long looks. Instead, I saw Chandra climbing under the counter to the kitchen to get cleaning bags, Esa and Asura sat on the floor scraping of melted candle wax from the panels with their nails. Even Kalia had already gathered more wine bottles than she could carry and pacing her way to the kitchen. Ayja and me who were the only ones who had already started gave each other a smile. 

15 minutes later, Rohena came back out. She looked around, exchanged a few words with Neeshka and addressed us. “Juniors, come here.” We walked up to her. “Sit.” she ordered. Remembering the lessons from Abjiri on the train, I first kneeled and then sat my buttocks on my heels, placed my left big toe over my right one, separated my knees with about two fists and laid my hands on my thighs.

Neeshka looked at me, looking a bit surprised. I noticed her and smiled inwardly. The other girls sat down haphazardly. Some with their legs on their side, some with their legs crossed and Esa laid down on her belly and supported her chin on her hands.

All the other seniors had gathered now and a couple of the sophomores, they were all fully dressed. I was getting more used to being naked, but at moments like these I still felt very vulnerable. My belly jolted slightly and I set my eyes on the floor, trying to hold on the manufactured feeling of safety it gave me.

“These are your uniforms.” Rohena said and started handing out some kind of clothes made out of black satin and white lace. I couldn’t see what they were when they were all together in a big heap. She looked at a nametag on them. “Chandra’s…” she said and handed small bundle to Chandra. “…and Esa’s…” she continued until we all had ours.

I looked around on the other’s uniforms. The seniors were wearing beautiful silk saris, way more lavish than I had ever worn, except for my official sari I wore on the way here. “I wonder where that is now?” I thought. They were in a shiny gold tanned sari that left the middle and side of their belly exposed in an alluring manner. To that, they wore high-heeled shoes, making them several inches taller than usual.

The sophomores wore a pleated blue cotton skirt with that ended just above the knee. A small shirt like top acted as a bra and had small arms going down an inch or two along their arms. The shirt-top itself stopped a couple of inches above the belly button, leaving their mid rift open. They wore white socks and modest two-inch heels to the dress.

Then I looked down at my uniform. A small black satin dress with white lace arm puffs, hem, apron and stuffing around the not so modest cleavage. “This is a maid’s uniform?” I thought, slightly bewildered. I slid it over my arms and down my body, it felt smooth against my skin. I arranged the chest piece around my small breasts, there were two supportive pads that were a bit uncomfortable if they weren’t in place underneath my breasts.

I looked at myself and at Kalia next to me. The tiny black satin maid’s uniform not only pushed up our breasts but also had a clear cleavage showing of the top of them for all to see. Kalia helped me tie the ribbons around the lace on my arms, making the puffs protrude properly. While I responded with tying her puffs I noted a small red broidery on her left arm. A red rose. “The house of the rose… That’s us, isn’t it?” I recalled as I looked at the symbol. Inspecting the sophomores’ and the seniors’ uniforms I could see that the sophomores had the emblem on their shoulder and the senior had it on the drape of their Sari.

Feeling slightly exposed in the short skirt of the dress, I scanned the floor in front of me after the panties and found a bundle of white cloth that lay in front of me. I quickly picked it up and a piece of it fell off, revealing itself to be two separate pieces of clothing. “Two panties? No wait… this isn’t…” I thought and looked at the garment in my hand.

“Stockings?!” I thought with big eyes. Stockings were something ladies wore at extravagant, classical balls and galas. Wearing it without a western style cocktail dress would be considered kinky at best. My heart skipped a beat as I locked down on the white silk stockings in my hands. I had never worn them before. I always wore pants or a sari.

Bewildered I turned my head and looked on my peers. Ayja was helping Chandra on with hers. She had them carefully curled up into just a foot and the rest of the stocking coiled up around her ankle. Then she carefully slid the garment up over her leg. “Doesn’t look too hard…” I thought and did the same. I put my foot in them and slid the white silky fabric over my leg.

It was a lot tighter than I had imagined, but felt pretty nice. The upper band on my thigh was almost a bit too tight though. I scratched it a little as smoothed out the wrinkles around it. I did the same with my other leg. I looked around, I saw shoes but still no panties and Rohena apparently had no more pieces of uniform to hand out. I realized what that meant and felt the heat rise to my face as I blushed.

I put on the simple black flat shoes and looked down on my self. Saris were the only dresses I usually wore and they were foot length all of them. Wearing this thin short-skirted dress felt awkward at best and outright dirty at worst. The stockings themselves were nothing but kinky. This was the first time in my life that I had actually seen any, I thought they were obsolete outside the ballroom. And to top it of, I could feel the air caress my pantyless crotch between my thighs. I consciously closed my legs as I sat down on the ground.

Suddenly, the view screen flickered to life. Startled, the sophomore’s backed out from the common room and watched from the corridor. Rohena turned to us and said sharply ordered us to sit. We did. “When we bow, so will you.” she told us. I nodded.

Principle Lakshmi appeared on the vidscreen. She smiled at us. “Greetings dorm 2 at the house of the rose.” she said. Rohena took a step forward. “Good day Mistress, we are all honoured by your graceful presence.” she said and bowed. The other seniors bowed, we noticed and bowed as well from the floor.

“I see that you have your juniors awake. And fully clothed…” she nodded appreciatively. “More than a lot of the other’s I have visited so far.” she noted. Rohena bowed again. “Thank you Mistress, you are too kind.”

“Have you allotted the young girls their new mentors?” she asked. “Mentors? She must mean which of us juniors will go to which seniors.” I thought. “Yes we have Mistress.” Rohena started. “Me and my twin Neeshka will care for the juniors Ayanna Farah and Kalia Jana.” she said, with just a hint of regret in her voice.

Kalia looked on me and then looked up on Neeshka and then back on me again. She looked fearful. “Jhala and Khatu will care for Chandra Saraf and Ayja Rumeran.” Chandra looked up on Jhala, she recognised her name. A card had dictated her to serve her yesterday night, which other than bringing her wine and giving her feet a tongue bath also included licking her pussy. Chandra looked a bit flushed. I noticed Ayja taking Chandra’s hand and they exchanged a warm look.

“And finally the seniors Celana and Meena will care for Asura Mandyam

Esa Nagi.” Rohena said. “Are you other seniors in agreement of this?” the principle asked. A unison “Aye” came from the line of seniors. “Very well then. Juniors, go sit by your mentors’ feet.” she said from the viewscreen. Everyone got up and crawled or slid over the floor the few yards that they had to cover to get to their respective seniors.

Kalia raced past me and sat down in front of Rohena, forcing me to sit by Neeshka. With a slight sigh, I slid past her and sat by Neeshka’s feet. Principle Lakshmi then ordered us “Kiss your mentor’s feet in appreciation of the guidance that she offers you.” We tentatively turned around and bowed down to the floor beneath our seniors. Neeshka grabbed her sari and it rustled audibly as she inched it up, baring her feet and high-heeled shoes.

I leaned forward and felt her sari brush against my forehead as I placed my lips on the top of her foot, just above her toes and kissed it. I felt a rush course over my skin, shivering me as I lifted my head over to her other foot and kissed it as well. I felt her soft skin under my lips as I slowly placed my mouth over it. I covered a bit more of the toes on this kiss.

Neeshka chuckled softly and switched places with Rohena. I kissed her feet as well and then turned back to the vidscreen. “Very well ladies. Seniors, make sure you get your juniors to the doctor’s office today. And after that they’re scheduled with Instructor Ramakan. I have 10 more dorms to cover. Welcome to a new year here at the academy.” she said with a faint smile, and the vidscreen switched off.

I turned around and watched the others. The sophomores stood around and exchanged comments on the turnout, most of them seemed content and then walked out of the dorm, probably off to class. I looked at the clock on the corner of the vidscreen, it read 08:49.

“You two. Follow.” Neeshka simply said. She walked off into her room, I had never been there before.

We entered the room, which in itself felt spacious and large. Straight ahead on the opposite end of the room stood one queen sized bed in front of the large window on the short side of the room. On the right hand side stood two small single sized beds separated by a small bed table. There was a small table for four in the room as well as two armchairs and several bookcases.

Pots and plants adorned the room, several off them hung from the ceiling. Two closets stood against the wall between the twin bed and the two smaller ones. One of the closets was full length and the other was half-length, no higher than a yard.

Neeshka snapped her fingers and pointed on the carpet in front of the large bed. “Sit slaves.” she ordered. Immediately I sat down, as I remembered from the train. Kalia sat down next to me with her legs on her side, supporting herself on her one hand. Rohena closed and locked the door after us with an audible click. I turned my head and looked at the door as I heard it lock and then slowly turned back. Rohena herself sat down in one of the armchairs and watched.

I finally got a good look on the two. Neeshka was tall and looked pretty athletic. She was a bit sinewy, like me. She was of Persian origin, fair skinned and brown haired. She was tall even without her heels, with them she towered over us. Her breasts were regularly sized but her somewhat wide hips combined with her flat belly made her look curvier than she perhaps was.

Rohena on the other hand was pretty much the opposite. She was the epiphany of curviness. Most notably were perhaps her large round breasts that dominated her figure. Despite her relative young age she was a walking around with breasts surely a C-cup, maybe even a D-cup. Together with her wide hips and narrow waist, it was hard to believe that she was only eighteen. Her face gave her off though.

Other than that, she was darker in her skin than Neeshka and looked fairly Indian in her appearance. She was also shorter then Neeshka, but taller then me. However, it looked like I would outgrow her.

Neeshka looked down on us and started talking,  “This is how this works. The principle owns your asses and she has commissioned you two to us. That means that me and Ro’ have every single right to treat you as the principle would have, with the exception that her word carries precedence over ours and she can revoke the commission at any time.”

“By the Lord she’s tall. Standing on her bare feet she was as tall as my dad, and he’s nearly 6’ “. But now she’s wearing heels on top of that…” I thought as the towering senior dwarfed me. I unconsciously inched back a little.

“These are the standing rules. You will do as we say without question. You will address us as Mistress at all times. You will not speak freely to us without our explicit permission. When we speak to you, you will focus your attention on us and solely on us.” she said. She looked over at Rohena and clenched her jaw slightly, it was barely noticeable. I was probably the only one who saw it from my angle. “Something they’re not agreeing on fully?” I wondered.

She turned back and looked down on us, “Unlike many other seniors, we will allow you to look at us. Especially when we are talking to you. When you look at us you will do so with respect. No staring, no harsh glares and no funny looks.” she said and pointed at us.

Neeshka continued, “When we enter a room that you’re in or when you enter a room that we’re in you will bow to us. Regarding ordinary daily routines… You will make breakfast for us every morning and dinner every evening. This goes for Indira and Sunitha as well.“ she said and nodded towards the two smaller beds. “The room’s two sophomores.” she explained.

I looked over at their bed briefly. “You will keep the room clean and tidy at all times. You will make our beds, dust, polish and mop. You will also clean our clothes and press them whenever clothes are lacking. This goes for Indira and Sunitha as well as me and Ro’.” she continued.

“Note that it is entirely up to you to keep track of these things. We are not here to tell you when we need our clothes washed, our bed made or the shelves dusted. And if we at any time actually have to remind you of these things you have failed and it will be our right to punish you.” she said with a slight grin.

“Regarding punishments, we have strict guidelines from the principle on what flies and what doesn’t.” she said and leaned in over us. “But trust me. I’m a very inventive woman, limitations only makes the job all that more interesting.” she said, like a predator closing in on her prey. “Punishments will be administered for the breaking of any rule or acting in any other impolite way. Oh, and also we’re responsible for your performance in school. So if you don’t do your homework or if your grades are slipping, you will be punished.” she told us.

“Bedtime for you two is ten o’ clock at night, and not a minute later. If I feel like adding something, I’ll let you now. Is anything unclear?” she asked.

“No, Mistress.” I replied. Kalia however managed to do her first action as Neeshka’s slave wrong. She said “No Neeshka.” With a faint smile and a daring look. Neeshka looked down on her, sighed and crossed her arms. Kalia crossed her arms back. “It’s not like the principle would actually let you do anything to us. You’re just a bully looking to scare us. It’s not like I haven’t seen your kind before.” Kalia said.

I looked up on Neeshka, a little bit of me hoping that Kalia was right, but the sudden build up of tension in the air between us was exasperating. A couple of seconds of silence felt like torturous minutes. How would Neeshka react to this? What would she do? I unconsciously inched backwards.

She had locked her eyes at Kalia on the ground. “Africa, go see if Ro needs anything.” she told me. “Yes Mistress.” I replied and sprang up from the floor and quickly padded over to Rohena, glad that I got out before the things got out of hand. I stopped in front of her and yet again remembered what Abjiri taught me. I stood with my feet together and my hands behind me back, eyes fixated on the floor.

Rohena was holding a paperscreen, the back of it projected the picture of a book cover. She looked at me over the cover, “Sit down Ayanna.” she said, and I sat down at her feet. “Where did you learn that?” she asked, eyes squinting. “Learn what?” I asked. “Eh, Mistress.” I quickly added. She gave me a quick look and then smiled. “First slip is on the house. Second one will cost you.” she said in a joking tone. I wondered exactly how much of a joke it actually was.

I looked over my shoulder at Neeshka and Kalia. She had my twin standing up on her knees with her hands behind her neck. Neeshka had her finger under Kalia’s chin, lifting her face up while she was lecturing her. “In that case you need your hearing tested slave, the principle told you specifically during her welcome speech. If I recall correctly, the words were ‘these are your mentors. Failure to obey them is failure to obey me.’ “ Neeshka said.

Kalia shook her head free of Neeshka’s finger and stood up. “Being a mentor means you’re here to help us when we need you, not the other way around. You just want to be pampered like the spoiled bitch you are.” Kalia said, in spite. Neeshka snorted and rolled her eyes. “Look who’s talking. I’m sure you had nannies running all over the place where you came from but here…” the two continued but was drowned out by Rohena’s voice from behind me.

“Watching Neeshka when she’s like that always makes me a bit happy, I’m so glad I don’t have to handle these kind of things.” she said with a smile and ran her fingers through my hair. I felt her warm hand softly caress the skin of my head as she arranged my hair in different styles. It was something me and Reshmi always used to do back in Babylon. It did feel a bit weird when Rohena started, she was after all a total stranger to me. But I forced myself to relax and before I knew it, her fingers was soothing to the touch.

I turned around and sat with my back against her, leaning on the chair with my body between her knees. I felt her other hand touch my hair as well. It felt good. I slid down from the somewhat strenuous sitting position and left my legs and feet on the side of me. “Tell me Ayanna… have you ever kissed a girl before?” Rohena asked. “No Mistress… I mean yes Mistress. I kissed Kalia yesterday. But not before that.” I replied. “Well. What more did you and Kalia do. Did you get to touch her boobs?” she said and I could feel her smile at the back of my neck.

“No Mistress, I had my hands at her back.” I said. “Exactly what is she doing with my hair? It feels a bit like a braid.” I looked at the other two. Kalia still defiant and Neeshka just warming up. Finally Neeshka said something to her that caused Kalia to snap.

“Repressed anger? Did daddy touch your special place?” Neeshka said mockingly while holding the younger girl’s chin. Kalia clenched her teeth and said nothing. “Or maybe he was too busy banging your Servant mother.” she said with a joking grin, making a clichéd insult. Kalia pulled her chin away from Neeshka’s hand and said nothing, just glared back at her.

The elder girl’s face lit up with realisation. “Oh… she was, wasn’t she? Only reason to say nothing in your defense..” she said with a wide smirk. “Wasn’t your dad a scholar? Talk about thinking with his cock.” she said and leaned forward. “But your mom did a great job, fucking her way in to the goldmine, no matter who she had spread her legs to… or what.” Neeshka said, and giggled a little after she added the last part.

Kalia snapped, “Shut up!” Kalia shouted and slapped Neeshka, whom after the initial impact grinned widely.

“Ro’, now I can do almost anything I want with her, right?” she asked giddily. Rohena nodded, “Yes dear. If she hits you, you can drag her into the dungeon as long as you don’t violate the principle’s first rule.” she said while she was doing my braid.

Neeshka took a step forward and simply grabbed the unruly teen and lifted her up. She shrieked curses and screamed obscenities as Neeshka carried her off to the bed and tossed her down on it. Kalia tried to get up but Neeshka sat down on her. Kalia reached up with her hand for Neeshka’s face, but the eighteen year old simply grabbed her hand and slammed it down on the bed. It was clear who of the two were the strongest. Three years made a lot of difference.

Neeshka pulled a pair of metal handcuffs from the bed and clicked them on Kalia’s right wrist. She pulled it up from the mattress and pressed it down in the small of her back. She pulled up her other hand and locked it to the other cuff, securing the fifteen year old’s hands behind her back.

She grabbed Kalia’s shoulders and turned her around. Kalia called her a cock-sucking midget and finally Neeshka grew tired of the constant screaming insults. She stood up and walked over to the closet, opened a drawer and pulled out some black rubber thing with a bunch of straps attached to it.

I felt intrigued as I watched on. I felt a little bad for Kalia, but she seriously had it coming. This was nothing like Esa yesterday. “Esa was terrified when Neeshka made her move on her. Kalia is just acting like a child. Not mentioning being outright stupid, didn’t she understand that it would come to this? I mean she saw me getting bound and fucked yesterday.” I thought.

Neeshka held what looked like a black rubber ball about the size of a ping-pong ball in her hand. She quickly sat down by Kalia and pushed her chest down with her one hand and used the other to press the ball inside Kalia’s mouth. I jerked a little by her sudden movement. I heard Rohena’s sari ruffle as she bent down to me. “You ok?” she wondered. I turned my head and looked at her briefly. “Y-yeah…” I felt the heat rise to my face and I could felt my heart beat a bit faster.

“Turn around and look at me.” Rohena said. I turned my face, confident that she couldn’t see any of my blushing. “Big eyes…” she said and laid her fingers on my cheek. “Blushing. You’re horny.” she said, I turned my head down. “This damned school is making me into a slut.” I thought and bit my lip.

She whispered in my ear. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I get horny from watching too.” she pointed up at our twins. “Let’s watch it together and see what happens.”

Neeshka walked over to the window and pressed the control on its edge, dimming the windows. It was common in all but the oldest of houses to have dimmable windows. When dimmed, they were totally opaque from the outside and slightly dimmed from the inside.

After that, Neeshka walked over to the wall and unhooked several of the flowerpots that were hanging on the wall and put them down on the table. Kalia’s expression had changed from defiance to anger and now changed again to fear. With big eyes, she looked on as her unwanted Mistress arranged the room for her, how she arranged it for her punishment. She walked over to Kalia and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her squirming body up to sitting. “Be still!” She ordered her. Kalia shook her head and complained loudly, but unintelligibly, through her gag and continued squirming.

Neeshka’s hand descended hard against her ass. The thin satin uniform dress didn’t do much to halt the impact. A hard crack, a short silence and a loud muffled scream of surprise and pain. “Be still, or you won’t be able to sit down for week.” Neeshka hissed at Kalia. With her hands behind her back, a rubber ball stuffed in her mouth and an aching ass Kalia froze, realizing this was not the time to aggravate the situation further.

“Good girl.” Neeshka smiled complacently and ran her fingers over Kalia’s face. “Now come here.” she continued and steered the younger girl by a firm grip of her shoulders. She walked her away to the wall where the flowerpots once hung, in their places three large hooks were drilling in to the wall.

She turned Kalia around so that she faced us and backed her up to the wall. With her hands locked behind her, she looked around bewildered, trying to get a hold of her predicament. Neeshka reached around and fastened some kind of lock to the strap on the back of her head that held her gag in her mouth. Then she leaned in on the younger girl and reached down to her hands and locked the chain between her cuffs to a hook behind her.

Neeshka took a couple of steps back. Kalia tried to turn her head down to look behind her back but was immediately stopped by a tug on her head, keeping her locked to the wall and her head upright. She jerked her hands behind her back but they were locked in place as well and only rattled slightly as she moved around.

Kalia started to complain softly behind her gag. Moaning, she tried to communicate her regret to Neeshka. The older girl probably picked up on it, but was too busy rummaging through her closet. She turned over a heap of clothes and pulled up another pair of leather handcuffs as well as a bag that she tossed on the bed. It rattled as it hit the mattress. She picked up the cuffs and knelt down by her junior’s feet.

Wrapping the padded leather around Kalia’s ankles Neeshka reached out to behind the closet and pulled out a black steel rod. Around three feet long and one inch thick, she first clipped it on to Kalia’s left ankle cuff. Again, Kalia tried to look down and see what was happening and again the chain locking her head to the wall tightened and the resulting force simply jerked her neck slightly.

Neeshka took the rod and pressed her left foot outwards and with her hand she pressed Kalia’s right foot outwards as well. She complained behind her gag and tried to resist. But with an awkward balance and no leverage, resisting proved hard. Neeshka quickly fastened the rod on her right ankle cuff as well, forcing her feet apart and her skirt travelled up her thighs as she stood astride. From down where I sat, it wasn’t a lot of hemline left until her pussy would start showing.

Neeshka stood up to admire her handiwork. “One final touch…” she said and crouched down again and fastened the bar spreading her feet apart to the hook on the wall behind her. “There” she chimed, obviously content.

“Well look at you sexy.” Neeshka joked, grabbed Kalia’s chin and shook it slightly. “Just one little detail missing before we start.” she said and walked up to her and undid the strings on her uniforms that held the puffs up at her arms. Then she proceeded to grab hold of the thin satin garment and started sliding the dress down her body.

The black satin and white lace slowly fell down and revealed her shoulders. The top of her breasts became clearly visible. Her nipples rippled under the black fabric as it slid down below them and bared her chest completely. The dress continued falling down until they stopped at her handcuffs.

Neeshka pouted. “I always forget something, damn cuffs…” she said. “Ah well, time to improvise.” Neeshka grabbed the hem of Kalia’s short dress. With one finger touching the inside of Kalia’s thigh, Neeshka pulled her dress up to meet the collapsed top that lay in a heap around her waist. She pulled it up and tucked it in behind the rest of the fabric, creating a black and white sash running over her waist.

Kalia’s fuzzy pubes shone slightly in the light of the room. Her slit was clearly visible from where I sat. Her chest heaved up and down with her heavy breathing. Neeshka lazily ran her hand through the younger girl’s pubes. “Mmh, still so soft…” she purred. She backed away from the Kalia, now completely exposed and unable to guard herself from the senior’s hands. Neeshka walked over to the bed and opened the bag that lay there.

“Treat me with respect, and I am capable of great kindness.” Neeshka said. “Treat me with disrespect, and you will see that I am capable of great cruelty.” she said and picked up the contents of the bag. She held a handful of small wooden clothespins.

Kalia’s eyes widened and nearly fell out of their sockets. Her heavy breathing was all gone for she had for the moment forgotten how to do even such a basic task. She just stared at the instrument of her punishment as it lay in Neeshka’s hand. “Let’s see now…” she began. You failed to address me properly at least… well every single time you opened your mouth. At least ten times.” she said and picked up a handful of clothespins, counted ten and tossed them on the bed. “Then you disregarded my orders.” she said and tossed another clothespin on the bed. “…several times.” she smiled as she tossed a few more clothespins on the bed.

“Then you insulted me. That’s gotta be worth at least five of them.” Neeshka gloated and tossed another handful of them at the steadily growing pile. “And finally… you hit your own Mistress. Actually, these aren’t harsh enough for that. For such atrocious behaviour you need something more… unwavering.” she said and reached over to her bed table. She pulled up a pair of metal clamps, connected by a chain. The clamps themselves had small alligator teeth in their openings criss-crossing over the bite surface of the clamp.

She tossed the nipple clamps on the bed as well. Neeshka grabbed a handful of the wooden clamps and walked over to the younger girl. Kalia started to pull forcibly on her bonds. The chain around her cuffed hands rattled as the chain was pulled taught again and again as she tried to jerk her way free from her soon to be tormentor. Neeshka simply giggled as she grabbed both Kalia’s nipples and twisted them sharply. She stopped squirming and started screaming instead. Muffled screams came from behind her gag.

Back at Rohena’s feet, my initial response was to get up and help her out. My body jerked slightly at Neeshka’s cruel pinch but Rohena laid her hands on my shoulders. “You can’t stop this one Ayanna. Sit.” Rohena told me softly. I realised that she was right. Discontent, I watched the rest of Kalia’s punishment.

Neeshka let go of Kalia’s nipples. “Be still, or I’ll do that again. But harder.” she added with a menacing tone. Kalia whimpered quietly behind her gag as she looked up on the tall senior standing next to her. “Now, let’s begin.” she said and ran her fingers over Kalia’s chest, touching the sensitive skin on the underside of her left breast. She caressed it for a second with her fingers until she without warning pinched it with her left hand and used her right to fasten the clothespin to her skin.

A slightly louder whimper came from behind the junior’s gag. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Neeshka said and softly caressed Kalia’s head. She stopped and played a while with the junior’s hair. Kalia herself had closed her eyes and was apparently focusing hard on the sensation shooting from the skin of her breast. Neeshka reached down and pinched the skin just next to the first clothespin. I could clearly see how Kalia tensed with all her body and hear how sharply she inhaled as Neeshka attached the second clothespin to her flesh.

Then she quickly grabbed three more and attached them to the skin next to the others. Together they drew an obscene picture of a semi circle of raised flesh and skin under her left nipple. She moaned constantly now under her gag. “You should know that I’m a fan of symmetry...” Neeshka noted as she picked up five more clothespins and despite Kalia’s avid complaining redid the procedure with her right breast. The skin pulled and raised all along her lower breast on both sides.

Too everyone’s surprise, Neeshka leaned in on Kalia and placed her lips around Kalia’s gagged mouth, gently kissing her lips. Kalia whimpered in pain mixed confusion as the senior tenderly kissed her lips. Neeshka’s hand slid down alongside the younger girls belly and her fingers parted and slid through her pubic hair down to her pussy.

Kalia’s outer labia were pretty big, so it was a bit hard to tell whether she was getting off on her harsh treatment or not. Kalia closed her eyes as Neeshka slid her fingers inside her folds. The senior leaned in and closed her lips around Kalia’s neck, kissing it. Kalia creased her brow in surprise as she felt Neeshka’s finger softly prod about in her pussy and her warm lips embracing the skin of her neck.

She moaned slightly from beneath her gag. “Mmh, you have big cunt lips.” Neeshka said into her ear. “Me like.” Kalia moaned again from her gag, now in a slightly more worried tone. The senior took her lips from Kalia’s neck to her face and softly placed a kiss on her opened mouth, licking Kalia’s lips playfully.

Neeshka reached back and grabbed another handful of clothespins as she crouched down besides the bound fifteen year old. Kalia realised what was about to happen and violently started complaining and shaking her head as well as her body. “You big baby, sto…” Neeshka began and tried to hold her still with her one hand but failed. “Fucking… hold still I said!” she snapped and shoved Kalia’s hips against the wall with both hands. She winced from behind her gag and calmed down for the moment.

“Now this won’t hurt… much” Neeshka said malevolently, as she put a clothespin on Kalia’s big left outer lip. She tensed as Neeshka closed in and yelped behind her gag as she felt the wooden pin close around her tender flesh. As it pinched around her labia, Kalia started shaking. Out of fear? Out of excitement? Or just out shock? Not even Kalia knew exactly.

Neeshka let it go and looked up on her junior, revelling in her trembling, shaking young junior standing in forced attention above her. She smiled and licked her lips as she set another pin on Kalia’s other labia. As it pinched down around her folds, Kalia tensed yet again. Neeshka ran her playful finger over Kalia’s pussy, fondling her warm flesh. The poor helpless girl could only moan as she saw her Mistress move in the corner of her eye, unable to turn her head down and see what she was actually doing, she could only feel it.

Neeshka enjoyed her privacy from her junior’s prying eyes down between Kalia’s legs as she took two more clothespins and set both on both outer lips, totalling two on each. One last pair after that adorned her large major labia, making it to a total of three wooden pins clamping down hard on the fifteen year old’s flesh.

She casually let her fingers slide between the pins, pulling and dragging on Kalia’s pussy lips as the fingers passed by. The junior’s breathing became heavier and she complained vividly on her cruel treatment behind her gag.

The more she complained, the more Neeshka seemed to enjoy herself. “Let’s see now. What we need is a more open, hands-free approach.” she said and gingerly reached for the bookcase and pulled out a roll of scotch tape. Kalia grew silent as she watched in the corners of her eyes as her senior picked up the tape and crouched down between her legs again.

Neeshka took the three clothespins on Kalia’s left labia and gently pressed them up against the inside of her thigh, pressing the fold aside and opening her pussy. She held the pins against her thigh with one hand and used her other hand and her mouth to pull out the tape roll. She took the tape and taped the clothespins to Kalia’s thigh, going around her leg at least three times before cutting the roll.

Kalia realised what she was going to do and now stopped complaining and accepted her painful humiliation as her face started taking more and more vivid tones of crimson. With her junior’s embarrassment apparent, Neeshka happily gave Kalia’s other lip the same treatment and taped its pins to her other thigh leaving her pussy split open, exposed for all to see. Kalia closed her eyes in shame now and would probably hang her head in defeat if only she was allowed to.

Neeshka let her fingers caress the inside of Kalia’s now exposed folds, gently fondling the other side of the her outer lips as well as her now visible inner lips. Neeshka slid her finger inside Kalia who whimpered from above. “You’re a little bit wet at least. But not as wet as Africa…” Neeshka purred.

Back on the floor by the chair, Rohena and I were watching intently. Sitting on the floor with my back resting on the chair between Rohena’s sari clad legs I smelled a clear musky scent coming from behind me. Rohena was looking on the scene in front of her starry eyed as she was she still lazily brushing my hair. Her scent was walking the border of being slightly repulsive and being incredibly sexy. The effect was mouth watering and her scent reflected on me. Minutes later I could feel myself getting wet under my skimpy satin uniform. Consciously I drew my legs together to hide it.

I felt my nipples stiffen against the thin fabric. I looked down on my chest and saw the clear imprint they left on the black satin. Blushing slightly over my aroused state I continued to watch the scene in front of me. And suddenly Neeshka called out. “Africa. Come here.” I felt my heart skip a beat. “Is she going to tie me up to?” I thought nervously.

It took me a few moments to gather myself and I stumbled up on my feet and scurried over to my Persian Mistress. I stood attention with my feet together and my hands behind my back. “Sit.” she ordered, and I did. Neeshka now had two fingers inside Kalia who were moaning from behind her gag. Unclear whether it was pain from the numerous clothespins she had pinched on her flesh, or from discomfort of her forced posture or from the unwilling excitement Neeshka was forcing on her by fondling her sex.

She withdrew her glistening fingers from Kalia’s pussy and presented them in front of me. “Taste these.” she simply said. “What?” I was just as shocked as I was surprised. She wanting me to lick her fingers was absurd enough, but to lick someone’s pussy juice from them was a thought that never crossed my mind until now. “Can you actually do it like that?!” I thought.

My thoughts got disrupted by a light slap across the cheek. “Aah!” I yelped and clasped my face. It didn’t really hurt, but she got her point through. “Do not hesitate when I give you an order slave.” she clarified. “I’m sorry Mistress.” I said and turned my eyes down. Silently she presented her still wet fingers to me again. I bent forward and closed my mouth around them.

I had never really tasted pussy before, not even my own. I touched a small patch of dried up juice yesterday, but even I understood that it was nothing like the real thing. The thought struck me, as I tasted Kalia’s juices. Salty, bitter and sharp. A clear tangy taste filled my mouth. “Weird, I really didn’t expect it to taste like that…” I thought as I licked Neeshka’s fingers. “Do you like it?” she asked and pulled her fingers out of my mouth and dried them on my shoulder. I looked a bit at the saliva on my dress, but didn’t allow myself to get worked up about it. I turned up to her and answered her question instead.

“I’m… not sure. It doesn’t taste that good Mistress.” I said, and realised that probably wasn’t the answer she was looking for. “But it doesn’t taste bad either.” I added quickly with a desperate smile, hoping to repair the damage. She looked at me. Well, you’ll learn to love it Africa. Rohena has quite the appetite for young tongues.” she said with a sly smile.

She turned and looked at Kalia, “But I’m not finished with you yet. Now it’s time for the grand finale.” she said and reached over to the bed and picked up the metal clamps. Kalia previously distant gaze snapped to focus within a second. She stared at the metallic clamps and started to object and tried to free herself. With her hands behind her back, her mouth gagged, her body pinned to the wall, her legs spread, her titties obscenely pinned and her legs and pussy forced wide open, she truly looked ravaged.

Neeshka closed up on her. “You know… the more you squirm, the hornier I get.” she said and added an exaggerated moan of excitement. She let her sari brush Kalia’s skin as she stood toe to toe with the defenceless girl, looking down on her perky breasts. She held the two metal clamps in her hands and the chain that connected them rattled softly. She pried one of them open and showed the jagged insides. “This, is for hitting me. Never forget it.” she said and put the clamps on her nipples and let them go, leaving the springs to squeeze her tender flesh with their full force.

Kalia screamed into her gag, I looked up in horror. I could clearly see how the little teeth of the clamps deformed and pressed down on her nipples, twisting and squashing them between their unwavering metallic jaws. I heard her screams again and I felt a jolt in my belly. This was dreadful. And somewhere deep inside my mind, I found it a little bit exciting. But it would take a long time until I accepted that in myself.

“I think I’m done with her. Ro’, I’ll leave you in charge. Be back in a minute.” Neeshka said and left the room, her sari trailing softly behind her in the air. The second Neeshka left the room I raised my voice and looked at Rohena. “Mistress, you can’t let her do this! Can’t you see she’s in pain?!” I almost yelled.

Rohena closed her eyes and shook her head. “Do not question us Ayanna, I don’t want anymore of that than what’s necessary.” she said and pointed at Kalia who had now stopped yelling but was breathing heavily and rapidly through her nose instead. My heart sank as I felt nothing but pity for her. “I’ll give you a way to help her. But you’ll have to work for it.” Rohena said all of a sudden.

I looked up at her. “Sure.” I said. She had already picked up a pair of leather handcuffs. “Hands.” she ordered. I held them up to her and she wrapped the cuffs around my wrists, tightened them and padlocked them to me. She laid the key in one of the folds of her sari. She laid her hand on my shoulder, “Follow me” she instructed. She walked me up to Kalia, I was still scurrying along the floor on my hands and feet. “Sit here.” she said and placed me just in front of Kalia who stood wide astride with her eyes closed, clearly focusing on the shooting pain in her chest, oblivious to the world outside her.

Rohena reached down and fastened a chain in the middle of Kalia’s spreader bar and locked that chain to my cuffs, it wasn’t longer than a feet. Not really knowing what to expect I looked up on Rohena, she smiled softly. Then I turned my eyes and looked up on Kalia. From this perspective all you could see was a wrenched open pussy, a couple of distended and aching tits and somewhere above all that some tangled hair and a face that hid behind all the pins shooting out from her chest. I felt my pussy tingle a little.

“Now Ayanna, listen carefully. If you can make Kalia come within fifteen minutes. I’ll let you both go.” I stared at her. “And otherwise Mistress?” I asked meekly. “Otherwise, you’ll trade places.” she said and patted me on the shoulder. “Bon appetite.” she grinned, jumped on to the bed and continued to read her magazine. I swallowed hard, turned my eyes up to Kalia’s pussy and felt another jolt in my belly.

I tentatively stretched out my neck and closed in on her exposed pussy. I smelled her soft scent as I inched closer to her opened sex. I extended my tongue slowly from my mouth and closed my eyes, as I got even closer. I heard Rohena paperscreen ruffle and could feel her eyes in my neck. I felt my own heart beat vividly. I had not imagined it would be like this. Ever since Kalki ordered me to make up a fantasy about another woman all those weeks ago, I had imagined what it would feel like, what it would taste like, to make love to another woman.

“I’d rather sneak in under Rohena’s sari to be honest…” I thought. Suddenly, I felt the tip of my tongue make contact with something soft and warm. Still keeping my eyes closed, I prodded it slowly, softly. “Almost feels like kissing someone…” I thought and pushed my tongue out of my mouth further and spread it out on Kalia’s soft flesh. Soft moaning ensued from above, I smiled a little inwards.

My mouth filled up with the same tangy taste like when I licked Neeshka’s fingers. I drew my tongue over her sex, feeling the heat coming from it. I decided to open my eyes. In front of me lay her inner lips, tidily touching each other and protecting her tunnel. Above it they join in her clit hood. “I didn’t realise that pussies were so big!” was my first thought. I pushed my tongue out and put the tip at the lower end of her pussy and licked upwards, determined to feel how long it was.

As my tongue slid across and her taste invaded my senses yet again, I felt my nipples harden and my mouth water. I tried to reach up with my hands to caress my breasts through my uniform, but the chain rattled and I was reminded that my hands we’re looked to Kalia’s spreader bar.

I heard high-heeled footsteps and recognised Neeshka’s aggressive gait. “Oh, so let her… how’s she doing?” Neeshka asked her twin. “She’s… I haven’t even started giving her directions. I thought I would have to instruct her step by step. Looks like she’s doing fine on her own” Rohena said, her voice giving away her disbelief. “I told you we would be happy with her.” Neeshka said complacently and I heard her skip down in bed. “Our own cunt-licking, bitch slapping, vaginal orgasmic, submissive little African.” Neeshka said with a chuckle. Rohena slapped Neeshka’s arm. “You don’t have to make it sound so racist.” Rohena noted, a little embarrassed over her twin’s behaviour.

“I’m the Persian here. I get to be racist all I want.” she said jokingly, but probably meant it in some twisted way. She belonged to an ethnical minority just as much as I did. Maybe Rohena wasn’t all that happy with Neeshka’s answer, but she didn’t contest it. “It kinda makes sense I guess… I wonder if she was teased for her heritage when she was little?” I wondered. But I didn’t think much more about it, I was way too busy.

Back between Kalia’s legs I had stuck my tongue inside her inner lips, grabbing them with my mouth and gently sucking and nibbling on them. Kalia’s soft moans weren’t so soft anymore. And she was getting wetter. Not only from my tongue but also by herself. And as she got hornier, her taste got even more pronounced in my mouth. It was driving me crazy, I could feel myself moistening up. I repeatedly tried to reach up with my hands and touch my own pussy, but the chain was too short. The only way to touch my pussy was to lower myself down and then I couldn’t lick Kalia’s pussy anymore.

I finally found my way up to Kalia’s engorged clit. It was fascinating to see how much it had grown since I started. It must’ve nearly doubled in size, if not more. “I wonder if mine grows like that?” I thought as I let my lips embrace it, gently sucking on it, clit, hood and all. Kalia grunted above me. I prodded her hood with my tongue.

On the bed behind us, Neeshka’s hand had found its way into Rohena’s sari, fondling her large breast as they lay down next to each other, embracing in a passionate kiss. Neeshka started undoing Rohena’s sari and left her bountiful breasts exposed as she kissed and playfully nibbled at them. I quickly turned my head back and glanced at them, Neeshka was sliding her fingers down the tucked in waist of Rohena’s sari, and was undoing the fold that held the skirt part of her dress upright.

Kalia exclaimed a noise of frustration and questioning from her gag above me. I turned back and looked up at her briefly. “Sorry…” I whispered and turned my tongue back to Kalia’s rosy flesh. I rolled it inside her inner labia, playing with her folds between my lips. I let my lips make smacking noises on purpose as I continuously kissed her private parts. My tongue play over the insides of her big outer lips, obviously an area that I had paid too little heed, as she started moaning louder and breathing shallower.

I could feel my own juices seeping out of me, trickling gathering between my pussy lips and trickling down my thighs. My nipples were painfully erect under my thin black satin uniform and craved attention. As I continued to tongue Kalia, I could hear her getting more and more excited. Just as I was about to lick myself up to her clit and get her over the edge, I heard a loud grunt from behind me.

I immediately turned my head again and looked back on our seniors. Rohena undressed on her sari with her legs spread wide. Over her lay Neeshka, with parts of her sari still on her. The strap-on was clearly visible as the black leather straps encircled her waist and buttocks. The large pearly white dildo slid into Rohena’s wet twat and its thickness distended her hole visibly. She grunted and clasped her hands around Neeshka’s shoulders and crossed her legs over hips. It almost looked like she was trying to drag Neeshka down on her.

I got even hornier as I watched the two and managed to get myself back to my twin. I looked up on her and she was apparently watching our seniors make love as well. “Good, this should make this a little bit easier.” I thought as I approached her for the last time. I lay the tip of my tongue just below her clit. And gently nudged it upwards, stroking the underside of her clit ever so slightly, slowly and softly. I let my tongue wander around it, putting the tip of it on her left side, then on her right side, then above it. And finally I opened my mouth and placed my big lips widely over her clit and let my tongue play with in embraced in the dark cavity that was my mouth. She immediately started to pant and grunt above me. I lay down the entirety of my tongue on her clit and pressed softly. I let it twirl around her and when I finally started writing my name on it with the tip of my tongue, something I read online. Her legs started twitching.

“Honey, look.” I heard Rohena’s voice behind me and their lovemaking stopped. Kalia slammed her eyes shut and started pulling on her chains audibly. She squealed behind her gag in a high-pitched voice and tried to push her thighs together. Her abs tensed as she came. I continued writing my name on her clit. I was at the first ‘a’ of my surname Farah about now. But then I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have it too. I slumped down to crouching and placed my two feet on the ground, spreading my legs. I rested my head on the inside of Kalia’s warm thigh.

My short skirt shimmied all the way up my thighs exposing my wet glistening sex, but I didn’t care. I was too horny. I crouched down over Kalia’s spreader bar and managed to get my hands to my own pussy. I touched myself and felt almost immediate blissful release. I brushed my clit with one of my fingers and I felt an electric spark shoot up my spine. The urge to curl my back was almost overwhelming, but with my tied hands it would make me fall over so I fought against it. Dipping two fingers inside me and massaging my own clit, I came instantly.

My thighs started twitching. I yelped high as I felt the orgasm rip through my body. I lost my balance and fell down. Somehow I managed to drag my body back so my hands could touch my crotch. I lay down with legs spread on the floor with my skirt pulled up to my waist, fingering myself while I came. While my twin still moaned and twitched from her orgasm above me. Our seniors had stopped their lovemaking and were watching us intently.

After the orgasm had subsided I laid there panting and turned my head back, looking at my seniors upside down. Rohena’s heart shaped face was smiling down upon me, looking on me with adoration. Neeshka looked at us too. She seemed pleased, but her smile always had that predatory quality that made her look like she was about to pounce any second.

After shamelessly fingering myself to an orgasm in front of my roommates, my seniors sniggered at me for a while and then continued making love. Tall and lean Neeshka drove her strap-on into her rounder and curvier twin, Rohena. Rohena came first, they kissed and cuddled for a while before Neeshka straddled her twin’s chest and made Rohena lick her pussy until she came, all while we were uncomfortably bound beside their bed.

I didn’t want to disturb them, for even though I secretly somewhat enjoyed watching what they did to Kalia, I wouldn’t want to be in that position myself. Finally, Rohena got up from the bed and dangled the keys to my handcuffs. “Neeshka’s hungry. Get dressed, take her order and make it for her. We will eat here in the room, you will not eat until both of us have finished breakfast. Understood?” She said. There was only one answer. “Yes, Mistress.” I said and nodded. She dropped the keys in my hands.

I undid my handcuffs and immediately reach up to Kalia’s crotch and undid the six clothespins that flayed her pussy open. Quickly I stood up and removed the others that where on her breasts and carefully removed her alligator clamps on her nipples. She started moaning and squealing behind her gag. I didn’t understand her reaction and thought, “Huh? She liked them on?”

Neeshka walked up to me and purposefully let her strap-on graze my hip. I jerked slightly and looked down at it worryingly. Crossing my arms around my chest I looked at her. She smiled her typical smile, like she was about the jump me. I felt a slight shiver down my back. “You know, when you clamp naked flesh, blood flow slow down and you start to lose sensation. After a while all you feel is a soft, deep throbbing.” she said and took a small step towards me. “The pain is almost gone. But when you remove that clamp, blood flows back in to the mangled flesh, and the nerves start sending impulses to the brain at full speed again.” Kalia whimpered behind her gag and pulled at her handcuffs.

“Oh…” I said and looked at Kalia’s naked body, seeing the obvious marks the clothespins and clamps had left on her skin. Neeshka’s hand grabbed my chin and forced my face up to hers. “Oh, what?” she said sourly and squinted her eyes, glaring at me. First I didn’t realise what she meant. “I… uh.” Then after a couple of seconds I understood what she meant. “Oh… Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress.” I said, titling her correctly this time. “Good girl, but too late.” she said as she grabbed my nipple and harshly twisted it and pressed it downwards.

The pain shot out of my chest and I was forced down on my knee from her harsh pull. “Don’t be wrong next time slave. Free your twin now and make me thin pancakes and tea, Darjeeling blend. Then you two have an appointment with the doctor.” she said. “And clean this together with your twin’s gag after you’re done with breakfast. Hot water and soap.” she said as she undid her used strap-on and dropped it in my lap. “Don’t wet the leather.”

“Fucking bitch…” I thought, cradling my hurt nipple. I bit my lip and forced myself to not scream and curse at her. Sourly, I responded “Yes, Mistress.”

I undid Kalia’s bonds and she self-consciously pulled up her dress from her waist and straightened out her skirt so it fell down to her knee again. She looked at me and down again, blushing slightly, clearly in pain. She clasped her breasts and kept her eyes on the floor.

“Come on, let’s get going.” she said in a murmur and walked out of the room like nothing had happened. “Kalki sure managed to gather a really weird bunch of people here…” I thought as I laid the gag and the strap-on on a small towel at the table. “Am I like that? Weird like Neeshka… or Kalia?” I wondered as I walked out of the room and entered the common room on my way to the kitchen. “Or maybe I’m like Rohena? No… no. She has a way of doubtless certainty around her. I’m not anything like her… I wish I could be though. Rohena and Chandra, they’re pretty much the same. Me, I’m more like… more like…” I mused but couldn’t find the answer to my last question. Who was I like? Or were I in fact not like anyone else?

We entered the kitchen and started making the pancakes. We did look quite quaint both of us, standing around in our frilly black satin maids uniform with our white stockings to match. I did however quickly get self-conscious about the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I started standing with my legs together. Pretty silly, considering the skirt went all the way down to the knee. But still, I felt terribly exposed as I felt the air brush over my naked sex.

“…and six eggs. Got all that?” Kalia asked, snapping me out of my daydreams. “Mh, what?” I asked. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” I added sheepishly. She sighed. “You find a pan. I’ll get the ingredients“ she said as she disappeared behind the drapes to the storage room.

“That’s it. I’m not like Kalia or Neeshka or Rohena or Chandra. I’m like Mahi.” I thought and remembered the petite, quiet girl from the bus drive from the station to the school. Her slightly curved eyes, hinting of some eastern blood in her veins. I felt my heart beat faster as I thought about her. I managed to find a good pan and put it on the stove and heated it up before Kalia came back with all the ingredients. “But then again. I tend to get angry and have quite a temper. I can’t really see Mahi lashing out like I did against Neeshka…”

We made the pancakes and the tea for Neeshka. We carried it into their room and found our two seniors sitting by the small table in the room, reading the news on a paperscreen each. Entering the room, I stopped and bowed to them, remembering their rules. Kalia had already forgotten our orders, so I prodded her in the side. She jostled the tray with the teacup and winced. Neeshka looked up from her paper at us. Kalia caught my drift and bowed as well, which proved to be a bit tricky with the tray she was carrying.

We walked up to them and sat down the tray. I stood with my legs together, my hands behind my back and head bent slightly down. “Your breakfast Mistress.” I said softly, hoping the tone of my voice would please her. She looked at the pancakes and then at us. “Very well…” she said. “Set the table.” she said and put her paperscreen away.

I wasn’t really expecting that, but didn’t hesitate either. I started picking up the plate and the cutlery and set it neatly in front of her. Kalia put down the teacup on the table and poured the tea. I took the tray when it was emptied and held it behind my back, assuming the preordained pose.

“When we eat, you will sit on the floor by our sides in case we need anything.” Neeshka said. “Yes Mistress.” We both answered. I quickly sat down by Rohena, not wanting to be anywhere near Neeshka. Kalia looked rather disgruntled as she sat down by the Neeshka’s side.

Neeshka grabbed her fork and knife and inhaled deeply. “Smells good.” she said with a hint of surprise in her voice. “Who knew you two would be so good chefs?” she said and smiled. “But you forgot one thing slaves. No syrup.” she noted. I looked up and felt a swelling panic grow inside me. “Crap, are we going to get it for this?” I thought. “I-I’m sorry Mistress, we can get it right away.” I said and tried to make myself as small as possible on the floor. She looked down on me.

“If I would’ve asked you for the syrup before hand, you would be punished now. And the next time you make me pancakes, you can assume that I want syrup, and if you forget it then, you will be punished. But for now… go fetch.” she said waved her finger at me. Rohena smiled at her twin. I hurried up to my feet and disappeared to the kitchen, with Kalia on my tail.

We walked out to the storage room again, behind the beaded drapes and started looking for syrup. “Phew, I really thought we we’re going to get scolded there.” Kalia said. “She wouldn’t do that, not for something like this anyway…” I replied as I was looking through the shelves for syrup. I stopped in mid motion and thought about the punishment Kalia got just less than an hour ago. “Did they hurt?” I asked quietly. She stopped and turned to look at me, her expression a bit sour. “Did you like it?” she retorted. “No. I don’t get off on people in pain. I’m not like Neeshka.” I said quietly. “You sure? You seemed kinda starry eyed and moist to me.” Kalia asked.

I blushed. I had to admit to myself. I did get off on it. But I’m not sure I would have if I was the one doing the punishing, I thought I just liked to watch. “I… I just like to watch...” I said. “Well, you did more than just watch after you went down on me.” she said. I froze again.

She walked up behind me and leaned her body slightly against mine, I could feel her dress ruffle on my own. “You know, since you seemed to enjoy it so much. I can let you lick it again tonight. If you’d like.” she said softly, slowly brushing her breasts against my shoulders.

I felt myself blushing. The thought of licking Kalia pussy voluntarily seemed distant and weird. But at the same time, the thought also made me clench my legs together in anticipation.

Like a gift from the gods, a bottle of syrup caught my eye straight ahead. I grabbed it and turned around holding the bottle between her and me. “Here, syrup. We should go back.” I said. Kalia scowled openly and said “Bah, you’re no fun at all are you?” and grabbed the syrup bottle and disappeared through the beaded drapes.

An half an hour or so later…

We sat at our seniors’ feet while they ate and read the newspaper. Now and then, Neeshka would send one of us away to fetch something from the kitchen or Rohena would order us take something back to the kitchen. After they were done we washed up the dishes and then on Rohena’s orders helped her get dressed. When I saw me and Kalia in our maid like uniforms put on Rohena’s beautiful golden Sari, I got the umpteenth feeling of total weirdness this morning. I guess I realized what our lives here would be like as juniors. She was our queen, literally as well as metaphorically.

Her golden silky sari ruffled softly as I tucked the last pleats behind her waist hem and Kalia draped the fabric over her naked chest. We sat down on the floor and helped her on with her shoes. She stepped into her heels and in a manner of minutes she had gone from a naked eighteen year old to a graceful lady. I sat on the floor and looked up at her, towering above me. I remember feeling jealous as well as happy for her. I understood that she once shared my position, kneeling on the floor and that I would sometime in the future be in her position. Three years suddenly seemed like an awfully long time.

Rohena walked us out of our dorm unto the school’s courtyard. Lush serene trees stood around in small green areas between a myriad of old houses, still smelling of fresh rain. I looked back on the building we left. The house of the rose, that was our dorm. It was signalled with a plaque portraying a beautiful red rose. We walked past another dorm. Its plaque had a symbol a bit more disturbing. It was a open palm with an eye in the middle of it. “The house of the hand and the eye.” Rohena commented. “Which are the other houses?” I wondered. She looked at me disapprovingly. “Mistress.” I quickly added, feeling a flash of guilt come over me.

“You’re not allowed to relax your courtesy to me just because Neeshka isn’t here you know. Punishing you two may not be my idea of fun, but I will see to it that someone does it if you misbehave.” Rohena noted. “Clear?” She asked. “Yes Mistress.” Both me and Kalia said in unison, my head lowered. “Good.” she said and continued the conversation as if nothing had happened. “The other two houses are the house of the Moon and the notorious House of Chains.” she said.

“What makes them so notorious Mistress?” I curiously asked. “Well, their parties for starters.” she said and smiled. “Of all the houses, they have the largest collection of sex toys. They have even set up a makeshift playroom in their attic.” she said and pointed out the house on the other side of a small park. I remember thinking that it looked friendly enough.

“Also, it is said that they make their juniors sleep in cages suspended from the roof.” she noted with a wry smile. Kalia, who had been unusually quiet during our walk looked up at her in disbelief. Before she could begin ranting in how bizarre that would be Rohena cut her off. “It is said that the cages are dismantled and put away in storage when they invite people over. They’ll all deny it if you ask them. But they will deny it with a smile on their face.” Rohena said and shrugged.

We walked up to a medium sized building on the very end of the campus. The sign noted, that among a number of other administrators, the infirmary was located in this building. Another senior with a pair of juniors could be seen entering the building in front of us. Kalia couldn’t restrain herself, “But… Mistress. Is it true? That they sleep in cages?” she said. I would’ve thought that she would’ve been upset by this notion but she seemed almost gleeful. I looked up at her and her eyes were almost sparkling with ill hidden curiosity as she continued to pound Rohena with questions about the alleged sleeping cages.

“Regarding sleeping?... I guess we’re not going to be sleeping in the common room every night? Rohena and Neeshka share the queen sized bed. The two other beds in our room were for our sophomores, whoever they are. But that was it, where are we supposed to sleep?” I wondered.

We entered the building and I managed to squeeze my question in between Kalia’s fervent inquiries and Rohena insisting on that the cages just were after all rumors. “Mistress? Where are we supposed to sleep. I only saw beds for four people.” she looked over at me, almost grateful that she didn’t have to bother with Kalia for a while. “You sleep on mattresses on the floor.” she simply said. “Oh.” I whispered to myself.

We entered the clinic. It was bigger than I thought, with a male scholar in his twenties sitting behind receptionist’s desk and at least two longish corridors trailing off into the building. “Hey Rohena. Your shift doesn’t start till… oh, that’s your juniors?” he asked. “Yeah. They’re here for their registration. You can handle them from here, right?” She said to him with a smile and almost a flirtatious pose. He smiled back, enjoying her playfulness. “Sure.” I noted the looks they exchanged and his body language, leaning in towards her. “I wonder if they’ve been intimate…” I thought.

“Juniors, follow me.” He ordered and took us two into one of the rooms. It was pretty large and had about ten beds. “Doctor Jitesh will be with you shortly. You’re the first ones so far.” He said and left, leaving me alone with Kalia.

I looked over at her. Kalia’s long straight hair hung over shoulders and reflected the morning sun that shone in from the large windows as she unenthusiastically ran her finger across the chrome frame of one of the beds, apparently she was bored already. The maid uniform they made us wear looked really cute on her. The black pleated skirt hung just below her knees, contrasting her white stockings she wore on her legs. A white band clung to her waist holding her apron up and her growing breasts was enshrined in the push up bust on her dress, showing the skin of the top side of them.

I realised I wore the same dress and that my breasts was also partly showing and without thinking I reached up with my fingers and touched my chest softly. She noticed me noticing her and smiled shrewdly. “Finally come to realise what you want?” she said, breaking the silence. I snapped back from the kaleidoscope of my mind. “Eh.. what?” I asked, somewhat confused. “I saw how you look at me. Look, we’re twins. We’re supposed to do ‘it’. Right? We already have, you don’t have to feel all weird about it.” she said.

My mind caught up with reality. She thought I was coveting her and brought up the subject of sex yet again. “Can’t she get it into her mind that no means no?” I thought. “Kalia, look. You’re a nice girl, but what happened… We were forced to do it you know, I really don’t feel like it otherwise, ok?” I said to her, lying through my teeth. I had been thinking about sex non-stop. But I wanted to maintain at least some level of decency. And I wasn’t really sure what I thought of her yet.

“Oh come on, you know you want this girl.” she said with a giggle and grabbed her skirt and slowly started to pull it up. My eyes flashed open. “Are you crazy?” I hissed at her. “You’re not wearing any underwear and… for the gods’ sake, we’re in the infirmary.” I told her in a loud whisper. She stood astride and continued to slowly raise her skirt, chewing softly on her own lip. The hem passed the end of the stockings, showing her pale north Indian skin. I realised it was just inches from her pantyless pussy now. “Kalia, anyone can walk in here anytime!” I pleaded with her, feeling pretty ashamed about the entire situation.

Suddenly, the door handle rattled and the door opened up. Kalia dropped her skirt and pulled her legs together, looking surprised. I exhaled. “Did she enjoy the fact that she managed to shame me? Damn… she did. She did manage to shame me, without even touching me. And she enjoyed every moment of it.“ I felt my cheeks burn.

Doctor Jitesh walked in with her journal in her hand reading from it. She was a middle-aged woman with grey streams in her black hair that she had gathered up in a ponytail behind her head. She wore the white lab coat, which waved in the air behind her. The blue caste mark of the scholars adorned her forehead. “Servent Jana and Servant…” she brushed her finger on the corner of the paperscreen, turning the page. “…Farah.” she continued.

I took two steps back and stood attention beside Kalia, feet together and hands behind my back. “Yes Ma’am.” I said. She still hadn’t looked at us, her eyes focused on our journal in front of her. “My title is Doctor. Shouldn’t be too hard to remember.” she noted as she flipped yet another page and finally looked up on us. I was about to apologize as she interrupted me. “Take of your clothes. This should be fairly quick.”

It was a bit weird. I’ve been taking of my clothes for strangers several days in a row now, and now when a doctor ordered me to take my clothes off it almost felt liberating. Not because I like being naked in front of others, but because it’s not out of the ordinary to be naked in front of a doctors I guess. It felt ok. I quickly slid out of my uniform, kicked my shoes of and nudged my stockings off.

She examined me first. “Sit on the bed please.” I jumped up on the bed. “Your medical report looks very complete so I won’t be bothered with complementing it. That leaves only three procedures.” she said pulled off the plastic cover on a box of syringes.

I hated needles.

I looked at it intently. “What’s that?” I asked quickly. “This…” she said as she soaked a cotton ball in alcohol. “Is an inoculation.” I looked at it. “But, I’ve already had my inoculations at school Doctor, when I was little.”

“Well…” she scrubbed my arm with the cotton ball “Those were only for the most common diseases and cancers. There are two billion citizens in the commonwealth. Phage based inoculations aren’t exactly priceless but when you have to inoculate millions of children each year, you pick the most common diseases and ailments to inoculate for. This…” she said proudly as she stuck the needle in my arm. “Is for everything.”

I winced slightly. “Everything?” I asked, thinking it sounded a bit implausible. “Well, now that we know what you are going to do in your life, we have a clearer image to what we should inoculate you for. This shot is for every STD known to mankind.” she said and smiled and finally looked my in the eye. She was a bit over fifty, but she had clearly maintained her youth. She looked good, maternal almost.

“Thank you Doctor.” I said. “Hm… The woman just said, ‘since you’re going to be fucked repeatedly by a large amount of men for the rest of your life, we’re going to immunize you to sexually transmitted diseases’. And I thanked her?” I thought, feeling a bit weird. Was I really going to be a whore? Considering how expensive and orderly this entire school seemed I guess that they wouldn’t bother that hard if I was just going to be working the streets of the red light district? I decided I had to ask Rohena about it again.

She then went to a cabinet and swiped her card and punched in a code opening it. It was made out of metal and the doors looked sturdy to say the least. She pulled out a contraption that looked like a metal collar fastened to a handle that almost looked like a gun, with a firing trigger. A small viewscreen was fastened on top of the handle facing the one holding it.

“What’s that?” I wondered out loud. “This is a cervical implant machine.” she said as she walked up behind me with it. “Hold your hair up.” she told me. I didn’t feel like arguing, I was a little bit too scared for that. “What does it do?” I managed to blurt out. “It implants your personal monitor…” she said as she fitted the metal collar around my neck. It clicked in place and I could feel the padded inside press softly against my throat.

I heard it hum behind me as she activated it. “We have to give it a couple of seconds while it scans your neck. This machine will fasten a small device on your spine in your neck. Don’t worry, It won’t hurt.” she said. “The machine will monitor your vital signs. Breathing, pulse, nervous activity and such and report it back to us. It also keeps track of where you are… Slight pinch.” she said. My brain barely processed what she meant before I felt my neck stiffen and my skin pinch painfully like someone fiercly grabbed it between her fingers and twisted it hard.”

“Aah!” I yelped out. But after the initial pain, I felt nothing. I felt the collar slip away from my throat and she detached the machine from me. “You have a local anaesthetic around the skin in your neck now. When it wears off you will be a bit stiff for a couple of days.” she circled around me and laid her hand on my shoulder, I looked up at her rubbing my neck. “If you feel any pain in your neck or throat, for whatever reason… you must come see me immediately, ok?“ she said. I nodded to her “I’m not stupid you know…” I thought to myself.

       

Two other pairs of juniors entered the room, I pulled my legs together feeling somewhat naked in front of these new arrivals. Doctor Jitesh pulled the curtains around my bed. She pulled up a can of ointment and donned a pair of thick plastic gloves. “Do you shave your armpits or legs?” she asked. “Now and then… I just began getting hair there a year or so ago.”

“Ok, this is mandatory.” she said and held up the can. “This salve will loosen the hair from your skin and open the pores and hair sacks. I am going to spread it on your legs and armpits. After that, we will clean it off together with all the hairs. Then we will use this…” she said and held up another can. “Which will chemically kill your hair sacks. This will take about half an hour.” she said. “What, you will remove my hair… permanently?” I asked. “Only on your legs and armpits sweetie.” she said and patted my knee. “That’s so cool!” I thought.

A couple of minutes later…

“This is –so- not cool!” I lay naked on the bed, sweating, feeling my legs and armpits burn! I had my hands behind my head, my feet on the mattress and my legs raised from the bed. The first salve had just felt a bit warm. Then a nurse, which I guess was a senior or a sophomore at the school, came along and scraped off the salve with a stick, cleaned me up and applied the second salve. She could’ve just as well lit me on fire, by the gods it stung.

I bit my lip, looking up at my legs, which were coated, in a bluish salve. I moaned pain wracked as my head crashed back down on the bed. “Gods, how much longer?” I wondered as I restlessly rearranged my feet on the padded mattress. The curtain around me kept me out of sight, and I was quiet enough to stay out of mind, from the rest of the room. The rest of the room was however not quiet in the least.

Nurses, which was apparently students working here part time, came and went. They wore white plain uniforms, modest shoes and a simple hairpiece. New juniors almost seemed to pour in.  I heard someone redirect them to another room, the room must be full then.

Suddenly, the nurse who was prepping the junior next to my bed bumped into the curtain without noticing it as she turned and left. The curtain slid open a feet or so, allowing ample space to see the other persons face on the other side. I tilted my head and looked to the other bed and saw a person I had almost forgotten, but was glad I hadn’t.

Mahi, the petite Bengali girl from the bus that made me act stupid by just looking in my general direction. She was lying on her bed and staring up at the ceiling. She hadn’t noticed me yet. She rested her hands behind her head, giving her armpits air. I saw the blue paste on her, she was going be in for quite a sting pretty soon. “Should I warn her? No, seriously look at me. I’m lying here spying on her. She hadn’t noticed me yet, maybe she never will? I would be embarrassed out of my wits if she caught me. Maybe I shouldn’t watch.“ I thought and silently turned my head away, playing innocent and looked up at the ceiling.

“Gods it burns! Take it off, take it off!” An upset voice could be heard from the other side of the room. Rapid footsteps walked to the direction of the sound and I listened intently at the little drama that played out in the room. Soft hushed voices talked to her and she talked back, clearly not happy. I couldn’t hear what they said but her loud complaints turned into soft groaning and snivelling instead and the nurses walked away.

When it was over I was left with my burning legs and arms again. I needed something to focus my attention on. “Maybe I should just talk to Mahi? It wasn’t my fault that the nurse bumped the curtain after all. Yeah, I’ll talk to her.” I took a confident breath and turned my head to say hi to her but was stopped in my tracks by a sight I wasn’t expecting.

Mahi didn’t stare up in the ceiling any more and she certainly didn’t have her hands behind her head anymore. Her eyelids were closed and I could see her eyes wander back and forth underneath the skin. Like small electric shocks, her eyelids and lashes fluttered slightly. She breathed rapidly, but quietly and her arms… well. Her one arm was reaching down alongside her body. I couldn’t see due to the curtain, it only showed me down to her shoulders. “Her shoulder is pressed down, like she’s reaching for something. The arm looks like it’s positioned so that it would slide along her belly and down to… oh.” I thought as put two and two together.

“She’s reaching down to her crotch? And her other hand is at her chest? She’s masturbating. In the infirmary? With an entire room filled with people on the other side of a thin plastic curtain? With all that salve on her body smouldering on her legs and armpits?” I thought as I stared at her in disbelief.

I pressed myself upwards ever so slowly to get a better angle, I wanted to see her breasts. I slid up over the disposable paper on the bed. It ruffled slightly, she didn’t seem to notice. The curtain slowly inched out of my view and I saw down over her left breast. Small, cup shaped and firm. Her hand kneaded it softly, her hard nipple standing out like a monument to her salaciousness between her small fingers. “By the gods, look at her nipples. Rock hard, she really is getting of. But how? She must aching all over like I am?” I thought.

Her back arched up against the mattress and she bit down on her own lip to stay quiet as her body, unseen from all but me started twitching softly as a quick orgasm coursed through her body. As she let her body back down on the bed I slid back down my own mattress, not wanting to be discovered by her. But this time, she heard the ruffling paper as I moved and turned her head at me, eyes wide open in shameful realisation of that she was just watched.

Just as I wanted to tell her how pretty she is, she closed her eyes together and turned head away from me, silencing me effectively. “I knew I shouldn’t have watched! So predictable, so stupid.” I thought, berating myself. I looked away from her, keeping my eyes down. I saw my bluish legs and remembered how much they stung. I winced as I moved them slightly.

“She’s going to think I’m some sort of pervert… Now I’m never going to be able to talk to her.” I sighed and felt a wave of sorrow wash over me. I felt weak. “I want to talk to her… I want to hold her. She’s so little, I want to wrap my arms around her and feel her relax.” I bit my lip. “Did I just blow it?” I thought and looked up at the window.

The monsoon rain had started again and I listened to it smatter on the window outside. “What a day…” I thought. “If there’s a first time for everything, then I guess today is a virtual torrent of firsts.” I mused and stared out the window. “When it rains, it pours.”