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The admission hung in the air like a confession, drawing sympathetic winces from several of us who understood exactly what she meant. My own tender places ached in recognition of her plight.
Mistress Orela’s expression remained impassive as she considered this development. “I see. Well then, we shall use this as an educational opportunity for everyone.” She gestured toward the remaining students. “Miss Viola, Miss Palla, Miss Morandra, Miss Trellama—take your positions on the saddles immediately.”
My stomach dropped as I realized what she intended. We would be forced to mount these obscene devices while Reb’s situation was handled publicly, creating a spectacle of submission that would deepen all our humiliation.
With trembling legs, I approached the nearest saddle, its leather surface gleaming under the classroom lights. The phallic projection rose from its center like a challenge, thick and unforgiving. I positioned myself carefully, feeling the cool touch of the artificial shaft against my still-tender entrance.
At least it seemed to have made of some material that had a certain slipperiness to it that felt like lubrication. As it touched the cleft of my inner labia, it slid between them so easily that I gasped, and to my embarrassment felt my wetness begin to gather in response to the stimulation.
“Lower yourselves completely,” Mistress Orela commanded as the others took their own positions. “Sit fully on your saddles.”
I gasped as I sank down, the thick intrusion stretching me despite my body’s recent education. Around me, my classmates made similar sounds of distress and unwelcome arousal as they impaled themselves on the devices.
“Excellent,” Mistress Orela said with evident satisfaction. “Now then, Miss Lara, you will help your friend understand that compliance is not optional.”
Lara’s blue eyes went wide with shock. “Mistress, I don’t understand what you want me to?—”
“Kiss her,” Mistress Orela interrupted calmly. “Kiss Miss Reb properly, then use your fingers to prepare her body for the saddle. Gently, of course, given her tender condition.”
“No, please,” Reb sobbed, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “Don’t make her… I can’t…”
But Lara stepped closer, her expression filled with a mixture of sympathy and reluctant understanding. “I’m sorry, Reb,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “But you know what happens when we resist.”
Her lips found Reb’s in a gentle kiss that seemed to surprise them both with its tenderness. What began as reluctant compliance gradually deepened into something more intimate as Lara’s hands cupped her friend’s face with careful affection.
“That’s beautiful,” Mistress Orela observed approvingly. “Continue, Miss Lara. Show her how much you care by helping her through this difficulty.”
Lara’s hands trembled as they moved lower, her fingers tracing gentle patterns across Reb’s pale skin. When she reached the junction of her friend’s thighs, Reb whimpered against her lips, but didn’t pull away.
“Shh,” Lara whispered, her touch feather-light as she began to explore. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
From my position on the saddle, the thick intrusion keeping me breathlessly still, I watched with horrified fascination as Lara’s fingers found their target. Her touch was surely so different from what Reb had experienced with her Guardian couple—knowing and intuitive in the way only a friend could be.
Reb’s breathing quickened as Lara’s gentle ministrations began to take effect. Despite her obvious distress, her body started to respond with the same traitorous eagerness we had all learned to recognize in ourselves.
“Please,” Reb gasped, though whether she was begging Lara to stop or continue was unclear. Her hips moved involuntarily against her friend’s skillful fingers, betraying her body’s growing need.
“You’re getting wet,” Lara murmured with wonder, her voice barely audible. “Oh, Reb, you’re so beautiful like this.”
The intimate observation made both women flush deeper, but Lara didn’t stop her gentle exploration. Her fingers worked with increasing confidence, finding the places that made Reb gasp and tremble with reluctant pleasure.
“Excellent technique, Miss Lara,” Mistress Orela commented, her clinical tone making the tender scene somehow more obscene. “Your Mistress clearly taught you well last night. Continue until Miss Reb is properly prepared.”
Reb’s resistance crumbled as her arousal built under her friend’s knowing touch. Her sobs of distress gradually transformed into whimpers of need, her body betraying her completely as it had learned to do.
“I can’t… oh, God, Lara… Mistress… last night, she… I didn’t like it…” she gasped, her pale skin flushed with unmistakable arousal. “I didn’t…”
“Are you sure?” Lara replied softly, her fingers never pausing in their gentle rhythm. “I liked what my Mistress did. I didn’t want to, but I did. Just… just let me help you?”
CHAPTER 18
Viola
I shifted uncomfortably on the mortifying saddle, the thick shaft buried deep inside me making coherent thought nearly impossible as I watched the tender scene unfolding before us. Every little squirm of embarrassment seemed to become a twitch of my hips that threatened to become a thrust, which put me in danger of a helpless moan.
The sight of Lara’s gentle ministrations to Reb, along with the artificial intrusion claiming my own body… created a strange dichotomy of sensation and imagination that left me breathless and confused. I felt as if the circuitry of my brain simply couldn’t handle what my mind and body told it.
Reb’s whimpers grew more desperate as her friend’s fingers worked with increasing skill. “Lara, please… everyone… everyone’s watching…” I didn’t know at all what the sweet blue-haired girl, born on the planet from which the Vionian nobility had sourced their most valuable concubines, was usually like. Even I could hear in Reb’s voice, though, that she had beentaught to think that having everyone watch you receive sexual pleasure was terribly wrong. On the other hand, I could also tell that part of her mind found the experience much more enjoyable than she wanted it to feel.
