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- [FF4F] Welcome To Your New School [finishing school] [cruel] [degradation] [humiliation] [Shy Listener] [Virgin] [Submissive] [Hair Pulling] [Against A Wall] [Rough Fingering] [Wet Sounds] [Listener Gives Oral] [Dildo] [Multiple Orgasms] [Slapping]
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- *bubblegum popping as a tic*
- Utilizing words to break rather than physicality;
- schoolbags
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- [SFX: door opens and closes]
- E: Oh, I *thought* I heard footsteps in the hallway. Alice! Alice, come here!
- [SFX: door opens and closes]
- A: Oh, Eleanor. Would you look at that... [snobbish] thing.
- E: My, my, Alice. It looks like we have some *new blood* coming upstairs to the dorms. A new...pledge, maybe?
- [optional: Alice and Eleanor circle the listener for the next bit]
- A: Or....is it that she's just...taking a little tour? [blowing a bubblegum bubble, and popping it] Well, she can't be, Eleanor.
- E: I think that's it, Alice. She's already a freshman...coming into our *pristine* finishing school. I guess we'll have to teach her a lesson about who's in charge, here.
- A: Her parents must have hated her *so* much... such a *boring-looking* little girl? From a big rich family like hers? How embarassing. [leaning in *close* to the reader, bubblegum pop again] Maybe she threw a tantrum when plastic surgery was offered.
- E: Or maybe even the plastic surgeon thought she was a lost cause!
- [A and E laugh]
- A: Oh, look at her, Eleanor. She's so *scared* of us. Or maybe she's just *shy*. [directed at the listener] Are *you* shy, sweet...pea?
- E: [mocking laughter] Oh, you *are* shy? A *shy* girl in our good, Christian school? [laughs] What a pity. Well, Alice? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- A: [bubblegum pop] [more intensely] I'm thinking what you're thinking, Eleanor.
- E: And what is it you're thinking, Alice?
- A: I'm thinking we should show her just what her next two years at school are going to be like, as our *bitch*.
- [A grips listener's hair and pulls her along]
- E: Don't worry! We're *prefects*. Which means we're equal opportunity with *every* freshman or sophomore. So you won't have our undivided attention *all* the time.
- [A drags listener up a flight of stone stairs]
- [a heavy door opens...and shuts. some beeps as well.]
- E: But then... [abruptly cutesy] after we're done with you today, maybe you're going to *want* more time with us!
- A: [cruel laugh, bubblegum pop, spit gum into trash can] Shaking your head hurts you, doesn't it, slut?
- E: Oh, look at those widening eyes. This lil bitch loves being called slut, am I right? You love it, don't you, you *slut*?
- A: She's shaking her head. [cold] Let me be perfectly clear with you, slut. Your days of getting Daddy to do what you want are *over*. This isn't high school anymore, this is the Finishing School. And we're going to help train you become the very best Good Girl you can be....because we're all Good Girls here. Do you understand?
- E: No? That means that you *have* to listen to those who are superior to you, and right now, that's us. Alice and I are superior to you, and we're going to make sure that you *understand* that.
- A: How? I'm glad you asked.
- [A yanks at listener's hair, relishing in the next line]
- A: Hands on the wall, slut.
- [at this point, optional binaural: Alice is on the left, Eleanor on the right]
- E: Nice, firm thighs... knee-length skirt.... silky panties... god, what a slut, who wears silk to a school tour?
- A: Oral bitches here - or freshmen, what's the difference? - aren't allowed panties, so-- uh uh uh! Hands. On the wall, slut.
- E: Oh, well. I guess the panties have to go.
- [rips panties from listener]
- A: [laughs] Listen to yourself, you little slut. That perverted little moan... I'm going to cup your puss-- oh my god, you're so wet. Eleanor, come feel this...
- E: Wow, she *is* wet. [laughs] God, what a lovely little slut we have with us today, don't we, Alice?
- A: Oh, we do, Eleanor. Look at her quiver, back arching....all we're doing is running our fingers back and forth along her slit! Such a *slut*. We'll just have to *break* her of the habit of wearing panties. Or clothes.
- E: Listen to her *beg*, Alice! [sarcastic] She just wants to be naked for us, doesn't she? Oh, now you're just begging *more*. None of that works on us, slut. We love hearing new bitches like you *beg* for mercy... it makes ME even wetter. [moans] And I have to say... [wet noises] I'm *drenched* right now.
- A: Rip those baggy clothes off her, Eleanor. She doesn't need them to be an oral bitch. [Giggles]
- E: Okay, Alice!
- [sounds of ripping clothing]
- A: Well... at least she's got *something* resembling a figure.
- E: If an apple is a figure!
- [Both laugh]
- A: Is she- is she crying, Eleanor?
- E: I think she might be, Alice. Well, slut? Are you crying?
- A: Shut the fuck up. Oral bitches don't get to cry. Oral bitches get to be passed around and used freely.
- [pause]
- Oral bitches DON'T get to keep *any* personal possessions.
- E: That's a good point, Alice. Let me make sure she isn't smuggling any contraband in those slutty little holes of hers. Three fingers ought to be enough to check, right?
- A: ....A virgin? [laughs] You're a *virgin*, bitch, and you want us to be merciful? I'm sorry, you seem to have mistaken us for girls who *care*. Make her *bleed*, Eleanor.
- [E slams her fingers straight into the listener and makes a long, drawn-out moan; wet noises from here on out]
- E: God, Alice. I can feel her soaking my fingers with her sticky juices... for a virgin, she's a total *slut*.
- A: [eager] Finger fuck her into the wall, Eleanor.
- [wet noises increase]
- A: Harder, Eleanor.
- E: Of course, Alice.
- [wet noises' pace increases, gets louder and faster]
- A: [conversationally] You see this door? That's the door to your new dorm. And there's currently, oh, how many, Eleanor?
- E: Sixteen.
- A: Sixteen freshmen and sophomores, none of whom you've met yet, listening to you being *fingerfucked* right outside the door to your new dorm. Just like a good slut is.
- E: [through grunts of effort] You're enjoying my fingers in you, aren't you? The way I stretch you out and I fuck you rougher than you've ever had before.
- A: But it's not even nearly as rough as what you're going to be having for the next two years. We're even being *kind* to you, making sure you're cumming.
- [wet noises suddenly stop]
- E: Cumming isn't a right, sweetpea, it's a *privilege*.
- A: Oh, but let's give her a freebie, Eleanor.
- E: Right you are, Alice.
- [wet noises pick up again, increasing in tempo yet again.]
- A: [somewhat kindly] Just tell us when you're going to cum, sweetpea.
- [wet noises continue]
- A: You're going to cum? Asking permission to cum? My, either you've met up with the Dean or your Daddy trained you *very* well.
- [pauses]
- A: Cum for us, sweet girl.
- E: Let *everyone* inside hear how good we make you feel as I finger this tight little pussy nice and hard.
- A: Look into Eleanor's eyes when you cum, bitch. Look, or I will physically *move your head* so that you will--
- [hard slap]
- A: Did I give you permission to use Eleanor's name? Finger her harder, Eleanor.
- A: Well? Slut? Did I give you permission?
- No? Well, I didn't think so. Well then, if an oral bitch fucks up, then, well, we'll make you do oral.
- Eat my pussy, slut.
- [holds up skirt] On your knees. Eat me out.
- You don't know *how*? Bullshit. Put your face on my pussy and munch on my fucking vagina. How is that fucking complicated?
- Eat me out. Now!
- [listener begins oral, sloppily]
- Well, she's enthusiastic at least, Eleanor.
- [A begins to moan and let go]
- E: Should I get out the punishment rod, Alice?
- A [through moans]: Of course, Eleanor. Show this little *slut* what she's in for when she *calls out your name* without permission.
- Why is a slut trying to talk into my pussy? Eat my fucking box, you little slut, until I cum all over that boring face of yours.
- [E rummages through drawers; opening and closing a few drawers; lots of lady sounds from Alice; optional wet noises and licking]
- [A improv to orgasm]
- E: Shall I get started, Alice?
- A: Just one more moment, darling Eleanor. Bitch, on your feet. Bend over. Hands pressed to the wall. Fuck her, Eleanor. I want to watch that boring little face react when you push that giant fucking dildo into her.
- [pause]
- E: I love her voice when she begs and pleads us not to fuck her with a dildo! Too bad!
- [pushes into listener]
- E: [long, drawn out moan] Jesus i *love* the way this dildo pushes back into me...and I'm moving so slowly that I think I'm just ripping her *apart*... god, that's so sexy.
- A: Fuck her into the wall, Eleanor. Just take out all the stress of the week on this little bitch.
- E: Okay, Alice!
- [E begins to moan and grunt with effort as she thrusts into the listener]
- [SFX: wet noises, E's lady sounds, and flesh slapping against flesh]
- A: Look at me. Look at me, bitch.
- [E noises get harder and faster and sexier, and she begins to climb to her peak]
- A: If you behave, the next two years will be a *breeze*. Well, a breeze for us. For you, you're just going to get fucked over and over again.
- [slaps the listener] Rule #1. You will *not* interrupt your superiors in any way. Understand?
- [slaps the listener] Too bad. Eleanor's going to use you for her own pleasure, and I'm going to use you for *mine*.
- [A's pace and tone getting faster, E's increasing toward orgasm]
- I'm going to break that smooth skin of yours - I'm going to make it bruised and red when *I* fuck you.
- I'm going to make you a needy little slut with a wrecked, ruined pussy, just putting out for anyone and everyone who *asks*.
- [slaps the listener] Do you understand, bitch?
- Asking for permission? [Laughs] Yes, you can cum again. Come for me, bitch.
- [E -- improv to orgasm]
- A: Sore? Muscles aching? Well, too fucking bad. Get inside and get to your bed. Be on your hands and knees and wait for us. I'm going to make you choke on my strap-on. [A laughs]
- E: Oh, and one more thing, slut!
- A&E: Welcome to your new school - the Finishing School.
- [Both laugh]
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