School Trip of Control Pt. 01

"Damn she thought of everything," she said.

I resisted as she tried to open my legs, but she gave me a look, reminding me of the circumstances, and I opened them up, knees in the air like I was at the gyno.

Mykala flipped my skirt up and used the scissors to cut me out of my underwear. She traced my mound with her finger and popped the finger into her mouth, repeating the process several times.

Then she took the towels and began to clean me up, motioning for me to use the comb and mirror to make myself look presentable. When we were both done I slipped into the new pair of panties, and, before I had time to be surprised that they were mine, Mykala handed me the typed up note, which read:

"Sarah. First I'd like to direct your attention to the camera that in the left corner of the room you're in. So now your reputation is on the line along with Rain's. Anyways, over the course of this weekend you will be requested to do things by many people who attend or are connected to our school. Here's the important part so read carefully. YOU WILL OBEY EVERY ONE OF THESE REQUESTS. Don't and, well, I think Mykala made that pretty clear. Also, know that I have eyes on you at all times. Anyways, I hope you have fun! All your questions will be answered soon, in the meantime our charming barista has your second request!"- The Queen.

No words came to mind. My eyes stayed on the paper, my ears only heard ringing, my mouth was dry,and my fingers numb.

"Sarah. Sarah? Sarah honey look at me." Mykala snapped me out of my trance. In hindsight I'm not sure why I didn't pounce on her right there and demand some answers. I guess I'm just not a very hostile person.

"Sarah, you're gonna go across the street now to the grocery store-"

I started to run away but Mykala grabbed me and pulled me into the back room. I thrashed for a while but she just held me in a bear hug for a second and I calmed down.

"Like hell I'm doing any of that stuff!" I yelled. Ya, never mind about that whole 'not a hostile person' thing.

Mykala simply gestured back to the pictures around the room and I stopped and listened to what she had to say.

"You're gonna go across the street to the grocery store, take this list."

In the interest of time I'll spare you Mykala's further explanation of my task, my babbling terribly performed lie to my roommates about why they wouldn't be getting coffee, and my dazed state the whole time. Somehow, I made it to the grocery store.

The list made no sense. I had to get three bars of chocolate, a quilt, a feather duster, a magazine, a bag of lollipops, and a teddy bear.

I left the grocery store and returned to Mykala as she had instructed. She took me to the back room and gave me another note.

"Take this bag of items and put it in your backpack. Also, don't get used to the highs, you have to earn them-The Queen."

Mykala said to me, "Now you have four classes today. Make sure in each one you sit where you always do."

That sure was strange, but I went to class feeling safer. I mean it was class, what could happen right? Wrong.

My first class was English. I walked the hallways really trying to fake, for myself more than anyone, that everything was normal. I saw Mrs. Hewitt in the hallway and decided to talk to her.

Mrs. Hewitt is probably around 35 but she is very easy for most of the girls to talk to. She's very down to earth and open with us. She has a kind face with flowing straight brown locks and an intensely curvy body that she dislikes. She always tells me that her body was my future as a warning to enjoy what I have, but if that was true I'm more than okay with it.

I talked to her for a bit about the trip since she would be one of the chaperones, but then the warning bell rang and I left to my next class.

"Don't be surprised if there's a pop quiz today!" She called to me as I left.

My first class was English, a big class for my school of about 25 students, where I used the 5000 year old Mrs. Cobel's lecture to distract my mind.

I felt like the day was going quite normally as I left to Mrs. Hewitt's class. Now the reason Mrs. Hewitt and I are so close is she is close with everyone in my 2nd period class. It's multi-variable calculus, a fairly advanced math class for high school.

Now I'm no genius, I'm more of a jack-of-all-trades kind of girl, but for some reason math always came easily to me. I enjoy when questions have finite, definite answers.

I was literally the only non-oriental girl in my class and I'm part Iranian so the class really fit into stereotypes, minus our American teacher.

Also, as you may have guessed, all the other girls in my class are in Aphra's crew, but we all get along, especially in Mrs. Hewitt's class.

The room is set up with 2 columns of 4 tables. Each table holds 2 students. With only 11 kids in the class Mrs. Hewitt liked close proximity between students to help each other out with the more difficult questions during class.

As she had warned, though, that day was a pop quiz.

I sit to the right of my friend Lilac in the back of the room. She's a very tiny, petite Filipino girl with a pension for purple lipstick and is by far the smartest girl in the class.

In hindsight though, it may be a bit much to call her my friend.

Ten minutes into the 50 minute period Lilac is done with her quiz. After she turns it in she sits back by me and slides me a note. It read: "Request 2- Don't push her away.-The Queen"

Just as I had finished I felt a hand on my bare knee and immediately wished that I had worn my stockings.

Lilac was looking straight ahead, her hand nonchalantly rubbing my knee. I looked around and everyone was looking down at their quizzes and Ms. Hewitt was at work grading. No one could help me.

Lilac's hand started to move back and rub my outer thigh now. I swallowed some air and tried to focus on my quiz.

This became a little harder when she moved to my inner thigh but I was still under control. I could do this.

Then she got to me.

Lilac started to gently drag her nails up my thigh, starting from my knee and going up to mid thigh. Then she'd repeat the process and go a little higher every time. Soon enough she was close to touching my panties but then she started to shy away.

She kept doing this. Getting closer and closer and then moving back, like going up and down a ladder but never getting on the roof. And the worst part was...

...it felt nice.

It wasn't the fact that she was doing it that was distracting me but the fact that it was making me a little hot. Her nails felt pretty good going up and down my thigh. She was teasing me and doing a good job at it. I could feel myself getting a little flushed and my breathing became a series of long sighs. Maybe there was even a drop of wetness in my panties, but for the most part, that came later.

I finally was able to escape Lilac when I finished my quiz, sure I failed, and went to the front of the room to turn it in to Mrs. Hewitt.

"You two are always the first ones done," Mrs. Hewitt smiled as I gave it to her.

Crap. I realized we were the only ones done. Which meant everyone in the class would continue to look down.

I uneasily took my seat by Lilac and she didn't miss a beat. She went right back to her teasing. But now she laid her head down on the desk as if she were sleeping.

But she definitely wasn't sleeping.

She put her left hand down the waistband of her skirt and I could see it start to move right around her crotch. She was playing with herself in class! Another student went up and turned in her quiz, staying up and talking to Mrs. Hewitt, blocking her view.

Lilac's breathing sounded like she was asleep but I knew they were moans.

And I just couldn't stop looking.

Between her nails grazing up and down my thigh and her self pleasure I started to become pretty damn hot under the collar. At one point I even unconsciously shifted in the seat to get her to touch my happy place, but she knew better and I was horrified with myself for doing it.

With about three minutes left in class I felt her grab my thick thigh with a vice grip and I could see her other hand speed up under her skirt. She stared right at me, and I at her, as she breathed a few hard breaths and a soundless squeal. She started shaking for a little bit and then stopped and let go of me. She had climaxed right there in class.

And all I could think about was how she, and 3 other students form this class, were the only people in my next class. All with predominately Asian features.

Before heading to art I detoured into the bathroom and washed my face with some cold water to cool myself down.

Art was my most loathed class. I was only in it for the credit and my teacher, Mrs. Touhy, could tell, and loathed me right back for it. She was an interesting looking character. She had lots of normal features. She was around Mrs. Hewitt's age marble skin, brown eyes, a cute button nose. But some extracurricular work on herself made her standout.

There were two main things she had changed about herself. Her hair was dyed fire engine red. It was long and straightened every day. And she had tattoos. Lots of them. I would go into detail but in the interest of time I'll just let you know that she has a sleeve of them running from her shoulder to her mid-hand on her right arm, one behind her each ear, and her left arm is totally clean except for her wedding ring, which was tattooed on. I've always wanted a tattoo myself but have always been too scared to go ahead with it.

Anyways, part of art includes art history, so Mrs. Touhy, dressed in a fitting black, sleeveless dress, had notes on the projector already set as the six of us filed into her class.

The class was set up with just one long table in front of her desk with a bunch of smaller desks in the back when we did individual work. I sat right in the middle. To my left was another girl, Pond, and to her left was Lilac. Pond was Lilac's twin. I usually couldn't tell them apart except Pond had a pension for red lipstick, while Lilac enjoyed purple.

As I took notes I heard them giggling and knew instantly Pond was in on this whole thing too. I needed to escape before they did something and my teacher saw. So when Mrs. Touhy said she needed a volunteer, I raised my hand fast as lightning.

Mrs. Touhy should have been surprised I was showing initiative in her class, but she just adjusted her thick framed glasses and told me to come to the front, giving me a sinister looking smile.

As I walked around to her desk I realized my knew situation. That I was surrounded.

As I walked up Mrs. Touhy pulled up her projector screen. And on the whiteboard behind it read "Request 3- listen to Mrs. Touhy. -The Queen".

I was paralyzed in fear as everyone in the class had smiles on their faces. A million thoughts ran through my mind but the main of which was this: Aphra had to be the queen. Who else could organize all this. But how did she get a teacher?

"Girls," Mrs. Touhy started as the four seated students stopped giggling, "today we will be finding inspiration on drawing the female form in..." she looked up and down my body "...ALL of its beauty."

The girls started cheering. I felt like a piece of meat as Touhy bolted and shaded the door.

"For Rain" I thought to myself, "For Rain".

Touhy cleared off her desk and had me sit on it. She stood in front of me, her back to the students, spread my legs and stood in the gap they created. She put her face right up close to mine as she laid her hands on my waist.

"Take off your tie," she whispered. Her lips had to be no more than an inch from mine. I couldn't stand this woman, but she was a sight for sore eyes.

I removed my tie obediently. I just wanted to get this over with.

She snaked her neck around to my ear and whispered, "Now unbutton your shirt." Her hot breath in my ear gave me chills. A mixture of the chills you get when you're scared and the chills you get when you're...well, you know.

As I unbuttoned my shirt she started to nibble on my ear. I have to be honest, it felt divine. She bit all over it and then slithered her tongue all around where she had bitten. The whole thing made me forget how scared I was for a second. But just a second.

The rest of my clothes were removed not so sensually and eventually I was ordered to stand, arms at my side, in front of the rest of the girls, in just my panties. Apparently the Queen had forbade their removal.

Touhy came up behind me and cupped my breasts, taking care not to touch my nipples, lying her chin on my shoulder, pressing her body into my back. It all felt kind of nice, but again, I was terrified.

"Now girls," she started, "the subject being drawn is often best to be drawn when she is aroused. Would anyone like to oblige her?"

All the hands in the class shot up.

Touhy picked Pond to come up and 'oblige' me. The rest of the class looked upset, but still very interested.

Pond knelt down and started to kiss up my leg. She started at the ankle and slowly raised up with small kisses all the way to my hip bone, then ran the back of her tongue all the way back down to my ankle.

Mrs. Touhy gave the bottom of my breasts a little squeeze. "Very good Pond! As you can see class the subjects nipples are now hard and ready to be sketched. Everyone take note!"

No one had a single piece of paper out. They just stared at my chest and my embarrassingly hard nipples. I wanted to cry.

Touhy released my breasts. She moved my hair to the side and gave my neck lick. It gave me tingles all over.

"Class I think Pond deserves come kind of reward for preparing the subject so well don't you?"

The class cheered in agreement.

Touhy turned me around and had me bend at the waist until my cheek hit the desk. She was displaying my ass to the class. Thank god I wore something with good coverage and not a thong.

Touhy took Pond to the other side of the desk and positioned her as she did me, but with her head facing the audience.

She flipped up Pond's skirt and started to move her hand around her backside. Pond started to groan in pleasure.

"Now class," Touhy explained, "the back of a woman can be difficult to draw. But just make sure to really accentuate the curves where you can."

I couldn't see the class or what Touhy was doing to Pond, but I could see Pond's face and body react and spasm as Touhy made her come sweetly.

Touhy stripped Pond of her thong and sent Pond back to her seat with a sloppy kiss that left Touhy with a touch of Pond's lipstick.

Touhy came over to me and sat me up on the desk facing my peers.

"Who wants it?" she asked them. Again they all raised their hands.

Touhy walked over to Lilac and, to my horror, shoved Pond's thong into her sister's mouth. Touhy then forced Lilac's mouth closed and pinched her nose. "Taste it." Lilac closed her eyes and eventually Touhy let her go to breathe.

I was so disgusted, and scared, and angry, and violated, but in a weird way, a way that was buried deep inside me and I refused to recognize, jealous.

The bell rang, as this period was shortened today. Touhy didn't let anyone leave. She went to my bag and pulled out the bag of lollipops. She came back to me and unwrapped four of them, dipping each into my panties, making me squirm. Touhy stuck one into each student's mouth as they left the room.

Mrs. Touhy quickly helped me dress, but my tie was nowhere to be found. She then handed me a note.

It read, "New rule. If at any point you correctly accuse someone of being the queen to their face, they will stop the entire operation. If you're wrong, though, you will be severely punished.-The Queen".

"What's your next class?" Touhy asked me as she sat at her desk.

"Physics," I answered gathering my things.

"Come here, you're not going to physics today. I'm emailing your teacher, everything will be fine on that end. I said come here!"

Startled, I approached her. Quickly she threw my stuff into her back closet and produced my tie. She used it to tie my hands behind my back.

"Now read this."

She handed me another note reading, "Request 3 is still in effect. Punishments are also now in effect. Disobey anyone and you will be punished. Less than 100% cooperation will be treated as a disobedience.-The Queen".

I was really starting to hate this Queen, which meant it had to be Aphra.

"Now get down over here," Mrs. Touhy commanded. She was forcing me under her desk. It was the kind of desk that had drawers on the left and right and a space in the middle for the users legs. I had never realized how big Touhy's desk was until now.

She scooted in and I was left kneeling on the ground with my hands bound behind me and my face laying in her lap. At least she had laid out a small plush carpet for me.

Her next class, another small one of about six students, filed in. She told them that today would be a study hall because of the trip.

About five minutes after being thrust under the desk Touhy shined her phone down on me. It read, "Please me well or I will report you to the Queen". She then uncrossed her legs and lifted her dress up to her waist, scooting her chair in more.

She shined her phone down on her dress and it managed to illuminate my subject. Her wet sex. Her lack of underwear didn't surprise me.

I thought this was going to be Mykala all over again but then I realized my hands were tied. She expected me to use my mouth, with a room full of students in front of her.

I just stared in fear for a while until she squeezed my head with her knees so I started to kiss her thighs. I realized I could smell her.

It intoxicated me.

Eventually I realized if I wasn't going to get punished I would have to do this, I didn't know what the punishment would be, but I didn't want to know either. I swallowed my pride and gave her pussy a kiss.

And then another.

And then another.

And then a lick.

And then I realized...this was making me very aroused.

I started to slowly lick her up and down. I nuzzled her clit with my nose and felt her jump a little.

After that quick tease went back to making out with her pussy lips. I was up and down, and side to side. I tried to think of what I would like done to me. So I stuck my tongue deep inside her.

She yelped for a second and then covered it up with some coughing. She squeezed my head with her thighs so I stopped. She used her hand to ease my head back and forth. She wanted me to go slower again.

So I did. I gave her thighs some love and only gave her gentle attention with my mouth. By then my face was significantly wet and sticky with no means to wipe it.

"Mrs. Touhy," a voice asked her right by her desk. I knew that voice. It was Haley.

I was mortified but didn't dare stop as my best friend talked to the woman I had been forced to pleasure. When Haley finally left Touhy pushed me away and addressed the class.

"Listen up guys. I gotta work on a sculpture and its gonna get pretty noisy. I recommend you all move over to the library for the rest of class. Take your stuff."

The class filed out in a minute and the second they were gone slammed my face back into her.

I charged my tongue into her and moved it all over inside her. I sucked on her as my tongue retracted pushed it back in and repeated. She moaned quite loudly and grabbed her own breasts.

"Look at me!" she commanded, scooting out. I looked up at her as I pleasured her. I moved my tongue up her lips and sucked on her clit.

From there it didn't take long for her to convulse into an orgasm. She gritted her teeth as she almost angrily grinded against me. I stuck my tongue out flat for her to press against as she came and my face grew even wetter. She collapsed forward onto her chair and pushed me away, sticking her tattooed finger into my mouth. I sucked on it as she regained her composure.