Eleven actually. Carol stood next to me, as I had asked her yesterday to assist me with today’s sex education demonstrations. It had lifted her spirit, after she had come to my office crying like so many times in the last two months. The acrimonious separation between her mother and her stepdad had really thrown her life in turmoil. She had to leave Stepston High and join Rosie’s school and making friends here wasn’t exactly helped by the fact that Rosie was her pain sister and regarded as a misfit herself.

‘They call me Rosie’s slut and kick me and spit at me and …’, Carol’s sobs shook my bosom. ‘And then Rosie’s never there, when I need her. She’s always on the brawl for another fix.’

Another fix meant another load of white spunk up her fairly distended asshole.

‘I thought you like it, when she offers it to you, for another snack?’

Here it was, so seldom nowadays: Carol’s naughty smile, nearly hidden under a sheen of tears.

‘It is sexy.’ Her pout and the rubbing together of her legs gave away that just thinking about it, made her hot.

‘But sometimes I just wish that she holds me.’

‘You know what: You get her to the demonstrations tomorrow, with a filled up ass, and I have a talk with her. I’m sure her asshole needs some repair work anyway.’

And here we stood waiting for dear Rosie: she had disappeared during the break, explaining to Carol with a wink that she will ask some of the gardeners for some demonstration material. I had just finished my general explanations about genital modification and Carol was fidgeting next to me, feeling responsible that Rosie hadn’t shown up yet.

How she had changed: Gone was the carefree, take-charge preteen, which had convinced her mother to have her pussy modified as soon as she had hit the legal age for the procedure on her twelfth birthday. Gone was the thirteen year old sexual siren, who I saw last year from afar with her girl friends in the mall: the seam of her jeans short turned over and the zipper open down to the top of her pussy, where a hint of an empty slit told the tantalizing story of an early modification, her little mounds now filling her bikini top nicely, her brown snake skin choker accentuating the pendant of her bluish clit surrounded by glittering gemstones, her black bob framing a beautifully made up face.

‘No make up, no tattoos, no new clothes, it’s all too expensive now. Mom threw even all the fancy stuff out, which George gave me, my cupboards are basically empty, not that I have many anyway in our small apartment.’

Carol’s stories, which she told me, when she joined our school, were heartbreaking. Even more so, as she knew that it all was her fault. The rules were very clear: no sexual relations within a household without everyone’s consent, so fucking George, her stepdad, without first discussing it with her mother wasn’t exactly a brilliant idea.

‘You know with Dad, it’s always very clear: when I visit, he calls everyone together and says: “Boys and girls, if Carol wants to fuck you and you want to fuck her that’s fine with me, but only on my watch.” And then we have the best of times. Once I think, I really was close.’

‘Close to cumming? What’s with George then?’

‘Most of the time it just hurt, but he was my first one and he made me feel like a woman, you know? I hated it, when he took my ass, because he liked it the bloody way, as he called it, and then, after spunking he liked to blow up my tail really big, so that my pussy would bulge out and my scar felt like tearing, let alone the burning in my ass. I couldn’t sit for days. … But now I miss that.’

So here she stood: Plain fourteen year old Carol with her natural face, pony tail, two perky round boobs, quite visible without a bra under her simple frock.

‘Carol will show us now, how a simple clitoridectomy looks like, although I have to add that in her case the labia and hood were also cut.’

‘No flaps!’

Joan, one of Prissy’s sidekicks, liked to play the clown, at least with no boys around. My colleague was taking care of these rascals, she preferred playing with cocks.

Carol’s striptease wasn’t exactly erotic. Still the view down her simple briefs, when she lowered them, had me skip a heartbeat: the yellow strip ending in a brown spot indicated that even change of underwear was difficult in her waitress mother’s household. Embarrassed she punched it up and pushed it under her simple dress. I moved her arms to the side as she suddenly in an attack of shyness held them before her crotch.

‘As you can see, Carol not only has a beautifully shaved pussy, but due to her open crotch and the pressure from her tail her cut status is easily visible. Between her outer lips you will find no protruding bits of flesh, no inner lips, no rosy point escaping its wrinkly cover, a clear line of emptiness, which culminates in this somehow darker point on top, where once the root of her clit resided.’

While speaking I had traced the line with my finger eliciting a barely audible sigh form Carol, whose lips creased with a smile of pride and mischief. The girls were riveted, their mouths open, the ones on the backseats craning their necks. Some seemed to have problems controlling their saliva, because I heard loud swallowing.

‘Carol, would you mind sitting on the teacher’s table? I will stand against your back and please spread your legs as far as possible.’

A gasp went through the classroom, Prissy’s crew, who occupied the backseats jumped up as one and rushed to the front. There it was: Carol’s empty cleft, the scars barely visible above and on the side of the pink wet opening, which revealed that her hymen was long gone.

‘Did it hurt? Do you still come? Look she’s all wet. How she’s smelling?’

After a brief instant of shock the chattering started, with the last question pointed at Joan, who basically had put her nose into Carol’s pussy.

‘She doesn’t smell at all, like a baby.’

It showed that Joan came from a large family. Without inhibition she put a finger into Carol’s pussy, which clenched around Joan’s finger, while Carol shivered and a large grin answered Joan’s questioning look, when she pulled the finger loose accompanied by a squelching sound. First tentatively, then with growing relish she tasted the visible white juice on her finger.

‘And tastes …sweet. Better than Prissy’s after she comes.’

‘Joan!’

Prissy’s admonishment brought Joan’s curiosity to an embarrassed halt, which I used for some explanations.

‘Carol’s pussy doesn’t smell, because due to the lack of any skin, where the pussy juice could produce residue, no cunt cheese develops. And why you’re wet all the time, Carol?’

The word ‘cunt cheese’ put some of the girls visibly at unease. Not so Carol, who in view of the admiring regards had regained some of her former self esteem, her naughty smile adding glitter to her lively eyes.

‘Because I’m constantly horny.’

‘Because?’

‘Because I can’t come.’

A smile spread over the girl’s faces as if not coming any more was like ascending to a higher form of being.

‘Turn around and present your tail.’

When Carol wiggled her bum like a doggie, it had the girls laughing. Even more so when the buttplug came free with an audible blob and some of the butt grease splattered Joan’s face, who shrieked in surprise. Not missing a chance to freak the other girls out, she wiped it from her face to taste it.

‘Mhm, K-Y on ass, I like it.’

‘Why is it called tail?’

She didn’t even bother to look up, knowing that she would only meet the contemptuous stares of her class mates: Phatty Patty, that’s what they called her. In Carol’s stories she was the outcast of the outcast, even lower on the ladder then Rosie and herself: Dumb and fat, a bad combination and one which let me feel an immediate kinship with this girl, having lost myself just 30 pounds with some not too healthy chemical help. .

Prissy’s short movement of her head gave Libby the task of putting into place that lowlife: How dare she even spoke in Prissy’s presence? Libby with her braces and specs wasn’t exactly beautiful herself, but her nickname said it all, being the abbreviation for Librarian and thus having the role in Prissy’s crew to do all their homework.

‘It’s called tail, because that’s what you get when you’re cut to show your new status, you dumbass.’

I had taken out the standard issue from my bag of tricks, stroking its artificial ponytail.

‘And why is that so?’

Libby’s embarrassed look of ignorance was met by a barely visible knowing smile on Patty’s side. Perhaps she wasn’t stupid after all?

‘Because it pushes out your pussy, the scars don’t heal too tight and therefore …’

‘… the pee hole is not obstructed.’

Her nearly inaudible completion of my sentence was confirmation of my suspicion. ‘Patricia, would you mind joining me here and helping me with a demonstration?’

It was obvious from her red face, shuffling walk and furtive glances towards Prissy’s crew that she hated herself for her own temerity, knowing that to stick to her role as Phatty Patty, the wallflower, would have been healthier for her soul.

‘As you see, Carol’s asshole stays slightly open. That’s what you get after training it for two years by increasing the size of your tails or more precisely butt plugs, because as we all know after the first week of the cutting we all loose the actual tail, isn’t it, Libby?’

A little revenge for the ‘dumbass’ was in order.

‘Now Patricia will show you, how flexible such an asshole becomes after sufficient training.’

Patty looked like frozen to the ground so I took her hand and pushed it into the pot of K-Y jelly I had always handy during sex education. When her fingers made contact with Carol’s asshole and Carol emitted her first moan, Patty woke up. Looking up and taking strength from my encouraging smile she smiled back and took up her task like a pro. Seldom have I seen someone preparing an asshole for the eminent arrival of a big object with such diligence and love. The actual entrance of her fist, which drew a long moan from Carol and a collective gasp from the other girls, had something magical as if the fist wasn’t pushed, but the asshole actually swallowed it by a will of its own. Carol’s empty pussy had opened wide in greedy expectation and one could see the movement of Patty’s fist in the open channel of her creamy sex, quite a sight for someone so young. A whisper from me and a nod from Patty later her arm was in Carol’s butt nearly up to her elbow and Carol’s moans had changed to shrieks. A look of deep concentration and glee all mixed in one revealed that someone might have found her calling. While Patty’s right arm started pistoning and her left hand pressed down on Carol’s lower back, so she kept presenting herself openly to the awed look of her young audience, Patty’s right hand must have found the special spot in Carol’s ass: Half a minute later Carol stopped in mid shriek with a sound of utter astonishment like the creaking of a door long time not opened and banging her head against the table she sprayed Joan’s face with a torrent of pussy juice. Patty‘s smile was something to behold, simply beautiful: Happiness.

There was silence and then pandemonium. Patty’s surprisingly expert way of removing her fist from Carol’s swollen asshole was drowned in clapping, laughing and shrieks as girls flicked Carol’s juice from Joan’s face unto each other. It didn’t evade my observation that even Prissy took a taste, while the girls helped to lower Carol’s shaking, half unconscious form from the table to the ground, where she kept lying in Patty’s lap, kissing Patty’s slightly brown tinged hand, murmuring thank yous and endearments.

‘Here you are!’

Rosie’s entrance went unnoticed till she stood next to me.

‘Is Carol ok?’

Looking dishevelled herself, her obvious worry for her pain sister was quite moving.

‘She just had her first orgasm in two years.’

‘And I missed it.’

She sounded distraught as if not being there for her during this important event was tantamount to an unforgivable betrayal.

‘Even if not together we had it at least the same day and nearly the same time.’

It took a while till I understood the meaning of her strange mumblings, while trying to get the girls all back to their seats. I kissed her on her forehead, my feelings for her more and more resembling a motherly affection as if she was the daughter Marly and I should have had together. This sudden recognition as well as the distinctive smell of a well fucked girl choked me up, so the question I wanted to ask her became a croaked ‘How?’. Her toothy freckled smile accompanied her whispered confession that the gardener had called his four colleagues and that the last one had possessed such a wide cock that she thought that her asshole finally would rip. Instead the pain induced an explosion, which left her shaking like a leave and the gardeners fleeing the scene, worried that she might have an epileptic fit.

‘I nearly couldn’t walk out from that garden shed, so wobbly were my legs. And I’m still all tight and my asshole makes squishy noises.’

‘What?’

Joan had heard the last bit and it gave me the clue to continue the girls’ education. Lifting Rosie’s half sleeve flowery dress in one swift movement over her head revealed that all what covered her was this whitish blondish fur she refused to shave, with her armpits and sex even more prominent as a reddish tone accentuated the smelly coarseness of her hair.

‘And while we wait for Carol to recover let’s make a closer inspection of Rosie. As you can see, Rosie prefers the natural look, which also covers up … ‘

I had turned her around so she faced the girls and parted her pubic hair, my arms’ movement along her armpits adding even more sweaty young girl smell to the obvious sex aroma hanging over her well used body.

‘… her infibulation.’

The girls ah’ed and oh’ed, Joan in her usual cocky manner stroke a single finger along the closed sex ending in the little groove, which was all that could be seen from her pee and blood hole or PBH as girls nowadays liked to call it.

‘Yeah that’s what I’m talking about, where’s her PBH?’

‘Due to the pressure of her tail it’s basically closed, you’ve got your finger in it.’

‘Cool.’

Joan pressed, Rosie moaned and Joan’s finger slowly disappeared.

‘Gee that’s tight and wet and hot … like my sister’s small hole.’

Joan was lost in her experiment, so I didn’t press the issue that playing with her probably highly underaged sister wasn’t such a good idea.

‘What’s that?’

The white stuff clinging around Rosie’s tail had raised Joan’s curiosity.

‘That my ladies …’

I turned Rosie around, Joan’s finger coming free from Rosie’s PBH with a wet sound.

‘ … is what you all wanted to see and taste: spunk!’

With these words I ripped the butt plug from Rosie’s very destroyed looking asshole. I should have warned her, but that’s the prize for front seat curiosity: Joan was showered the third time this morning, this time with sticky white globs of sperm.

The girls couldn’t get enough of that stuff, even tasting it from the floor, where some of it was still leaking from Rosie’s open cave, although some did crunch their faces in open disgust. Carol had woken up and fed Patty straight from Rosie’s asshole, smiling seducingly, like a lover feeding strawberries and chocolate to her object of desire.

‘Why is it pink sometimes?’

‘As you can see …’

I pushed apart Rosie’s perky little ass, her panting as much sign of the livid pain she must have felt as much as the excitement of being the centre of all this attention.

‘ … her asshole is torn due to excessive use. To bring you as much sperm as possible, she had it used by five grown up men this morning, so I want you do give her a well merited round of applause.’

I stopped the vivid expression of Rosie’s improved standing with the girls with another announcement:

‘And due to the rough treatment she had her first orgasm in two years!`

During the hoopla, which ensued, Carol hugged Rosie, while Patty looked on somewhat jealously, before trying to escape to her table sullenly. Carol grabbed her and brought her into a three girls’ hug: agh, what a beautiful smile again.

‘Ok girls, time is running. Before we come to our last demonstration, for which we will need a volunteer, let me get a feeling, who will show up next Friday for which procedure …’

There were two, who opted somewhat conservatively for hoodectomies with clit rings, which brought them disdainful looks from Prissy’s crew, two who eagerly wanted Carol’s look, Libby murmured something that her parents had said that she needed an infibulation, but then Prissy’s girls started to chant:

‘We want Vannies, we want Vannies …’

‘Zombie holes, Zombie holes …’

That was Joan, always good for a funny couplet.

Somehow I was expecting as much, thus, turning on my little holographic demonstration projector, the modification of Vanessa Mylord on open stage during one of her stadium filling concerts flickered slowly into focus. Although mildly talented as a singer she had started the Zombie fashion, with her chorus girls taking bites from her during concerts, the devouring of her sex and breasts having been the most successful show on the hypernet, nearly bringing it down with three billion people watching live. I for one was convinced that all this hype was the result of a viral campaign by AZenMe, the pharmaceutical giant, who had invented Liquid Skin. Originally intended to be an emergency tool for covering wounds hygienically till they could be treated properly it had become the preferred instrument of keeping wounds in their open state: visible, painless, preventing growth of skin and muscle tissue, but also halting any infection or inflammation.

Being fans like million other girls they must have seen this scene a hundred times, still they were mesmerized by Vanessa’s screams of agony as the three showgirls ripped simultaneously her nipples and her clit from her body using their gleaming steel fangs to dramatic effect.

‘You see, I told you she is spraying Rachel’s face!’

Joan had jumped up, pointing into the slow motion close up.

‘Can you repeat it? I want to show Prissy …’

‘Joan, please sit down. As much as I’m impressed by your knowledge of Vanessa Mylord’s de-sexing, please sort out your arguments in front of your holos at home. The reason I showed you this excerpt is to make clear to everyone interested in this modification, what it entails.’

The close up from the side had stopped at the exact moment her clit was ripped off, showing that the steel fangs had gone so deep that they must have even scratched the pubic bone and taken out part of her pee hole. The explanation by the way, why, when she pelted out her meagre songs nowadays, she often covered the front row with her pee.

‘Biting is the craziest and most uncontrollable way of loosing your clit, girls. Especially if it means also saying good bye to your nipples, which not only would reduce even further your ability to finding relief, but in addition would mean you can’t breast feed anymore. Thus as a health professional I strongly advise against it. Having said that I admit that we have been instructed to allow it as one of the modifications as it’s still preferable to have it done here at school in a safe environment and with proper instruction and supervision than at home for example. Let me add that it’s extremely painful.’

‘Yeah!’

Prissy’s crew shouted out as one and I resigned myself to the fact that my long speech had been rather pointless.

‘I assume that means that you all prefer the Vannie modification. I have to warn you, however, that apart from the destruction of your sex and breasts I allow only three further bites, ok?’

‘Cool.’

It seems that Joan hadn’t expected that the zombification of their beautiful young bodies could even progress beyond their sexual organs.

‘That leaves me with just …’

Looking at my list I saw that only Patty hadn’t opted for a modification. My hopes were fulfilled, when standing there between Carol and Rosie she looked down at her feet and murmured: ‘I’d rather stay the way I am.’

‘Clever girl.’

‘Coward.’

Prissy’s and my remark came out simultaneously.

‘And we have our volunteer for our last demonstration: Prissy would you mind stepping to the front? Libby could you close the windows please, so I could sound prove the room?’

I never understood how a sound emitter could cancel out all the sounds, even extreme ones like Prissy’s screaming, against which I steeled myself already. I should have started it earlier as Carol’s shrieks during her orgasm were already probably beyond the school tolerance levels, but Tuesday afternoons with all the noise coming from the sport fields …

‘As you might guess girls, the demonstration will be the zombification of our dear Prissy and I brought three steel fangs for our three lovely ladies here in front: Carol will take care of her left nipple, Rosie of her right. Patricia, your job will be the most delicate one: destroying Prissy’s pussy to make her even more beautiful than Vanessa Mylord.’

There was a hushed silence descending over the room, Prissy looked white as a sheet, not moving a muscle.

‘Come on girls, we only have half an hour left, so everyone, who works with Prissy out of your clothes, there will be a lot of blood and other bodily fluids, so it’s best you’re naked. This includes Joan and Libby for holding Prissy’s arms, Jacky and Bernie for her legs. The others, move the tables to the back, cover the floor with this disposable sheet and position yourselves to the side, so you have a good view and are outside the damage zone. Carol, Rosie and Patty, be careful with the steel fangs, don’t take away the cover till the action starts, biting accidentally in your lips could destroy your face. Yes Patty, you take out your tongue piercing, insert this rod, then close it, pull the fangs in with your tongue and place them over your teeth, well done, could you help Carol now?’

After having lost their own clothes Joan and Libby had started denuding Prissy, who still seemed to be under shock. Whereas Joan looked like a half head smaller version of Prissy with her straight white blond hair contrasting Prissy’s red blond, Libby’s racy Latin looks became more pronounced, when she had lost her specs and her black bush popped out from her decent underwear, tribute to her parents obvious control over their daughter. As part of Prissy’s crew I would have expected a G string and a nude pussy or at least just a landing strip like with Joan.

As feared Patty’s breasts looked smaller than the rolls of fat underneath, the last one nearly covering her amble brownish bush, sprucing between two tree trunks, wobbling as she knelled between Prissy’s legs in a flash, thus trying to hide her voluptuousness, her eyes riveted to the beautiful sex before her.

I showed the four girls, how to hold and at the same time support her as I pushed Prissy down into a slight crouch, thus giving Patty better access to Prissy’s cunt, which opened up and revealed a beautiful set of lips and hood. When Patty, now all down to business, pushed back the hood to look at the small clit, which showed its proud head, Prissy re-found her voice in the form of a hiss, while embarrassment started colouring her cheeks. Everyone could see that she hadn’t washed her pussy for a while nor probably played with it. Whitish, yellow cheese clung to her clit, white flakes covered the folds between her outer and her inner lips. Although looking like a boxer and therefore limited in her lip movements, Patty’s smile at this revelation was evident.

‘Everyone ready? Prissy, one last word?’

‘Could I have a last one?’

Her bravado was gone, she sounded like a little girl, scared to death, ready to give everything for this last orgasm, which she obviously had planned for Thursday night.

‘Well, let’s see. Patty is playing with it at the moment, so perhaps she is more compassionate then you are and might give you one last orgasm. But then again it’s getting late and I’m not sure we can wait so long. Perhaps you’ll come, when Patty is biting through your clit, but then maybe not. …’

Oh, how I liked to put this bully down to her real size. She had started whimpering ‘Please, please …’, when I put the teeth guard in her mouth and helped the three girls to loose the covers of their fangs. One nod of my head and as instructed they started with little nibbles to test the sharpness and functioning of their gleaming new teeth. When Rosie bit through the top of Prissy’s right nipple, blood seeping from the wound and painting Rosie’s lips red, Prissy’s whimpering changed to screams. They didn’t stop till I applied Liquid Skin to her wounds 20 minutes later.

Well, no: they stopped for an instant just after Joan had said: ‘Gee. Look, she’s peeing herself, I hope she can keep her shit in.’ A remark born half out of irreverence, half out of fascination. By that time Rosie and Carol had taken huge junks out of her breasts grunting like wild animals, while Patty had just finished with her inner and outer lips, her face a mess of blood and pee and pieces of flesh, Prissy’s hole open and raw. Bernie and Jacky, who were covered in blood and clinging to Prissy’s shaking legs like to two life rafts, looked like they would vomit any time. That’s when I said: ‘Now.’ And as if rehearsed a million times Rosie and Carol instantly latched unto Prissy’s two nipples. Patty pushed the rest of Prissy’s pouch together. Prissy’s clit, which minutes before still was rather puny, had grown sufficiently to look out between the folds of her outer lips, not the least due to Patty’s merciful ministrations. Careful not to touch her fingers, she closed her bloody fangs around it. My ‘Yes’ and Prissy’s sudden silence followed each other within five seconds.

‘Oh yeah baby, you’re coming so good, I told you it would be awesome.’

Joan’s comment, while looking into Prissy’s tear wet, masklike face, her eyes looking into an unseen distance, her mouth open in a scream so powerful, it didn’t want to escape, revealed not only who had the crazy idea of following into Vanessa’s footsteps, but also who really had the say in Prissy’s crew. The rattling intake of breath and the beginning of the next shriek had my worries calmed that Prissy might faint, something which I had hoped to evade with the little drink I gave her, while Joan and Libby were disrobing her. Knowing that the pain would be beyond anything a fourteen year old girl could sustain without fleeing into unconsciousness, I had concocted my own little fortifying potion, which made sure that this route of escape was closed. She could always choose insanity, but that was a synonym for that Vannie fashion anyway.

Well, I nearly forgot: There was another interruption to her screaming and pleading. That was when Patty, as instructed, showed her that last piece of her pouch, which included her clit. I had gone close to Prissy’s ears to be able to pierce through to her pain filled world view.

‘Prissy look down! Do you see these three open gullets? Rosie and Carol have your nipples and Patty your clit in their mouths. They are gonna chew them and swallow them any seconds now. Do you want that? Or do you want a pendant like Carol had, before you stole it from her?’

‘Please, please, it hurts so much, please …’

‘Prissy, do you hear me?’

‘Prissy, your clit!’

Joan’s shout had her finally register my question.

‘My bag, it’s in my bag, please leave me my clit, please …’

Her sobbing confession as well as her pleading had the other girls shake their heads in contempt as well as commiseration, the fright of ending the same way painted clearly on the faces of those, who just minutes ago had shouted ‘Vannies’.

While Patty spit out unto the plate I offered her, what was left of the top part of Prissy’s pussy, Rosie and Carol looked at each other and the smiling eyes revealed their revengeful pleasure, when swallowing Prissy’s nipples.

‘Oh God, they’re gone, my nipples are gone, and my tits, look at my tits …’

Prissy’s hysteric shrieks changed to screams again, when the three bloodthirsty monsters started taking bites from the rest of her body.

I put a stop to the blood bath, when Joan offered Prissy’s pinky finger to Patty’s eager mouth, after they had already taken a chunk out of her belly and upper thigh. After fixing the covers on their steel fangs I gave them the task of fixing the tail in Prissy’s fairly virgin butthole, which produced another series of pitiful screams.

It took me the better part of ten minutes to seal all the wounds with the spray as I had to be especially careful around her pussy, not to block the pee hole or the outlets of her Skene and Bartholin glands at the now huge entrance to her vagina. I admired Patty’s handiwork or rather mouth work, as she had left some pieces of flesh and skin hanging loose, thus giving Prissy’s pussy a true Zombie look. Rosie’s and Carol’s destruction of Prissy’s upper body was equally gruesome, her breasts barely recognizable as the former dream of all schoolboys, one of her rips clearly visible through the tangling bits of flesh. An appearance which fit quite nicely with the crazed look on her face: The unbelievable pain she had suffered must have burned more than one fuse in her pretty head.

‘Could we have some of that skin stuff, I mean one of these pieces could easily come off and then we would have to seal the wound …Oops.’

‘Ouch.’

Prissy must have been so used to feeling pain that this was all her reaction, while Joan held the ripped off skin in her hand, looking deep into Prissy’s eyes kissing it. A shudder ran through Prissy’s body as if she just felt a pre-orgasmic rush. These two had one sick kind of relationship.

By the time all the girls hurried out the class room to parade Prissy naked through the school she had regained her ability to smile, even if more humble and mostly when Joan made one of her stupid remarks. Joan, by the way, was the only one of Prissy’s gang, who still was interested in receiving a similar treatment, asking Prissy to be her destroyer. That was reason enough to call the demonstration a success.

I was just finished with cleaning up the classroom, packing away all the instruments for sterilizing, when the three girls came back from the shower. Patty had red cheeks and a happy look on her face, Rosie and Carol looked very satisfied with themselves.

‘Well, well I think someone just found out it’s fun to play with someone’s clit, even if it’s not one’s own.’

Their giggles were answer enough.

‘You disposed of the floor cover?’

‘Yeah, it was quite a mess, I think she shit herself after all.’

‘I had some on my feet.’

Carol’s and Patty’s elaborations about Prissy’s bodily reaction to her ordeal were cut short by the box of pills I shoved under Patty’s nose.

‘Now Patty, I don’t know if you’re happy with your body weight or not, but these little pills can help.’

‘I just eat when I’m bored or frustrated.’

‘Against that you got now the best medicine there is: They are called Rosie and Carol.’

Another storm of giggles, while I packed the pills away for my own desperate attempts to find enough courage to face Marly.

I turned Rosie around, bent her over, flipped up her dress, pulled out her butt plug and filled her asshole with the healing cream I used for these occasions.

‘Here we go, no fucking this asshole for the next 24 hours, ok? The cream has to settle in all the lesions and it will make your ass also more resistant, so it’s worth the wait. Carol, you take good care of these two: One never knows with this Rosie. When she needs another fix, perhaps you offer her a hug instead and many, many kisses … and Patty’s miracle fist. By the way this naughty girl is a special case, I don’t know, she’s got a clit for heaven sake, so she might be up to all kind of mischief. And now off you go.’

Their laughter could still be heard down the corridor, when suddenly it dawned on me that it was time. Running was somehow easier but still not my preferred pastime. They were sitting on their bikes talking to someone next to a shabby looking car, when I burst out the school entrance huffing and puffing.

‘Rosie, Rosie, I still got something for you.’

She rode her bike back to me, her blond hair flying in the wind. When I closed the Batman like pendant around her neck, the bike just flew to the ground and she hugged me with all her might.

‘Thank you, Joe’, she sniffed. ‘Sorry, that’s what we call you at home, Ms Adams.’

Smiling and stroking her clit, she pointed to the woman standing next to the car.

‘Mom is waiting for you. I shouldn’t tell you this but she said if you loose one more pound, she’s gonna string you up on your floppy skin. Well, you know Mom.’

Yes, I knew my Marly.

‘And she’s not gonna leave till you finally talk with her.’

So destiny had caught up with me. I touched my nipple pendant, Marly’s clit, for strength, while I approached the car, while I approached a pretty woman looking like Rosie fifteen years older, while I approached Marly, my Beautiful.