:: Licking Rachel's Pussy <><>Well, [[you|You]] think, that doesn't sound so bad. You walk toward [[Rachel]] and when you reach her, she pushes down on your shoulders so hard that you're forced to your knees in front of her. She lifts one foot and places it onto the changing bench so you're staring right at her swollen pink pussy. "Get your face in my cunt, you silly bimbo," she says. The smell of her pussy is so strong and intoxicating that you simply can't resist and you soon have your face buried in her pussy, trying desperately to please her with your tongue. She aggressively guides your head and gives you instructions on what to do. You stare up into her face submissively as she grinds her clit onto your tongue. She looks down at you with undisguised contempt and you realize you're nothing but a masturbatory device for her. Soon the contempt is transformed into lust and she rides your face to an electric orgasm.<><> She sits down on the bench and pulls you to your feet, pushing you down over her knee. "Get me my paddle, [[Ella]]," Rachel orders one of her lackeys and takes a firm grip on your torso with her left arm. You hear a locker open and presumably Ella gives Rachel a paddle. She has a paddle in her locker? What the hell is that all about? THWACK! Without warning, the paddle cracks down thunderously on your exposed right buttock. You are suddenly in previously unimaginable pain. You scream and your head jerks up and you look back at the paddle Rachel is holding above your abused buttocks. It is a large, menacing thing with holes in it to cut down on air resistance. You struggle to get up, but Rachel holds you down over her knee easily and gives you another crack on your left buttock this time, drawing another scream from you and causing your legs to kick rather girlishly in the air. "Get the ballgag, [[Julia]]," Rachel orders to another lackey. You protest feebly, but Rachel easily subdues you and fits the ballgag into your mouth, strapping it around your head. Four more swats follow and you make muffled screams into the gag. Tears are streaming down your face as the pain just keeps getting worse. While she's paddling you, Rachel keeps up a litany of comments about your fucking her man without her permission and your general sluttiness. "You want to be a slut? With the body <>you have<>you're going to have<>, I could make a lot of money whoring you out on street corners and don't think I won't," she threatens. When she's done, she dumps you in a heap off of her lap. Your ass is on fire from the paddling and you know you're going to be in pain every time you sit down. "Now, get in the shower and clean Sean's sperm out of you, you little slut. You're not worthy of it," Rachel commands disdainfully. You walk into the shower and wash yourself off, carefully cleaning your <>pussy<>ass<> as Rachel ordered you to. When you come back to the lockers, Rachel says, "Ella, get some proper clothes for this slut." Ella returns with a lacy white bra, a white crop top shirt, a denim micro skirt, and several pairs of shoes, all of them with heels. Rachel has you try on a few pairs of shoes before finding a pair of red kitten heels that fits. Then she helps you put on the rest of the clothes. You pull the skirt down as far as you can get it, but it only comes down to just below your crotch. You realize that you're going to be flashing everybody every time you sit down or bend over. "Um," you say, "could I get some underwear?" Rachel glares at you. "Tramps like you don't need underwear. It just gets in the way. I want you flashing that <>pussy<>ass<> every time you bend over, so the boys know you're open for business. Now, go to class." You sigh and head off to classes in the humiliating outfit.<> [[Finish classes.]]