The Prefect, Parts 33-34
Part 33
For what felt like an eternity, time stood still.
Kaitlyn did not just say that. Or rather, she didn’t mean it. Did she? Despite the prefect’s full nudity and ever growing submission, Elise wasn’t blindly obedient. She had already subjected herself to plenty, but this? Not a chance. It was the most personal act she could possibly imagine, and there was no way she could bring herself to do that with an audience. No way.
Elise was still down on her knees, quiet and still as Kaitlyn’s words lingered in the not-quite-silence. Whispers and gasps filled the room, as Elise wasn’t the only girl who was questioning the seriousness behind Kaitlyn’s order. The blonde’s mind was racing behind her nervous eyes, searching desperately for something to say or do that would give her an out. But what could she offer, when she already had to go along with Kaitlyn’s every whim? Even suggesting an idea could potentially lead to her having to do it anyway, with no actual exchange or reward for her trouble.
“Elise.” Kaitlyn placed a hand on Elise’s bare ass, fully cupping one of her lower cheeks with the silent threat of a slap or a pinch if she stepped out of line, “You’re a proper girl, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said. The words were spilling out of her mouth before she could think to stop them. She had been conditioned well in such a short timespan; partly because of Kaitlyn’s efforts, and partly because of the prefect training that Elise so often politely yet sternly used on other girls. “I’m a proper girl.”
“Then speak properly. Are you going to get yourself off for us?”
Once again, the response was natural. At least, at first. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’m going to-” she began, only to choke halfway through. While Elise was a lot more obedient at this point, especially thanks to her exposure below the waist, it wasn’t that much of a stretch when Kaitlyn had suggested that she was a prude earlier. Stumbling further into this pit that she kept digging herself was one thing, but the verbal trial before her was a lot more daunting than the recent physical ones. There was control involved; it was something that couldn’t be directly pushed on her out of impatience and dominance like everything else.
Despite being a virgin, and a vanilla girl at that, every single first-year in the room thought that she was some slutty girl with a bunch of kinky toys. If the collar, handcuffs, and clamps hadn’t done it, then this would surely seal the deal. And Kaitlyn knew it. “Go on, Elise. You’re almost done.” Her words were almost soothing, though the faint malice was still ever so slightly lining the tone. “Come on, I know you want to.”
Elise blushed at the suggestion, but it was just as vaguely accurate as the accusation that she was a prude. While she very much didn’t want to ‘perform’ for a bunch of gawking girls, the truth in Kaitlyn’s words lay in how Elise’s body had been affected by all of this. Though her nipples had been clamped and pinched and mercilessly teased, there was still a degree of reluctant pleasure underneath the pain and embarrassment. Same thing with the boob slaps that were followed up by all those sensual squeezes. Even kissing Anna had taken its toll; Elise wasn’t into girls, but it was still a deep kiss when her body had already been subtly edged leading up to it.
And this was the seventh task. Just one more thing, and Elise could get out of there and begin thinking of a plan to undo all the damage that the gossip of ten witnesses to her ultimate exposure could do to her reputation. If she were thinking more clearly, maybe she’d reconsider. But with the sunk cost fallacy, as well as her body still charged from the last half hour, it was difficult to keep things straight. So to speak.
“I- I’m going to get . . . umm, get myself off- for you,” Elise stammered. Her eyes shifted from the red haired tormenter just over her shoulder to the blur of girls sitting around the common room. Was it too late to take it back?
“You want to get yourself off for us,” Kaitlyn said, slightly shifting the phrase, “Say it clearly, girl. Be a good little pet.”
“I want to get myself off for you,” Elise echoed. Clear, but not particularly confident.
“You want to touch yourself.”
“I- I want to touch myself . . .”
“You want to touch yourself while thinking about Anna.”
Wait, what? A flicker of confusion flashed across Elise’s face, but another pinch down below cured her of any momentary hesitation or doubt. Squeaking and blushing dark red, Elise said, “I want to touch myself while thinking about Anna.”
Happy with the obedience, Kaitlyn added one more, “You’re a lesbian slut.”
“I’m a lesbian slut.” No hesitation.
“Good girl.” Giving Elise’s ass a small pat, Kaitlyn stood back up and walked over to Anna. She whispered in the girl’s ear for a minute, causing the short brunette to blush almost as brightly as Elise.
Still, Anna nodded and gave a reluctant smile. Feigning confidence, similar to the first kiss back in the private bedroom. Taking Kaitlyn’s hand, Anna followed her lead and walked over to a spot between Elise and the audience of seven on the other half of the room. Slightly off to the side, so she wouldn’t be obstructing their view.
Then, after taking a deep breath, Anna began to undo her white dress shirt button by button.
Part 34
Elise had been in the midst of a war within her own mind. Obedience was the only way out of this exposed experience that had spiraled out of control, and Kaitlyn had given her a job to do. On top of that, Elise’s body was sending a few needy signals of its own now that she was thinking about the impending task. However, she was still a prefect; she was a proper girl, despite the kinky/slutty image the onlooking girls now had of her. The proper voice within had been quieted more and more as she submitted to the dominant redhead, but it was still there. Pushing back, ever so slightly.
This new development with Anna stole Elise’s attention. Rather than looking within, she found herself looking at the small brunette’s upper body as it was revealed. It’s not that the naked prefect was staring on purpose. It was just so unexpected, and eyes tended to follow movement.
One button at a time, the younger girl’s top half came into view. Anna wore a plain nude bra, which was fairly common for Edgewood girls thanks to the white dress shirt required for their uniforms. Her breasts were on the smaller side, though the bra pushed them up just enough to offer a trace of cleavage. Next came her smooth, flat stomach. Then, after untucking the shirt to get the last few buttons, Anna took both halves of the white top and held them apart. Continuously flashing Elise, instead of letting the shirt settle from gravity to only show a sliver of her exposed top half.
“What-” Elise started saying, before remembering that saying anything without Kaitlyn’s permission tended to end badly. Biting her lip and hoping that a single word wouldn’t cause any further issues, she nervously glanced towards the redhead standing beside Anna. Shifting
“See that?” Kaitlyn said. Gesturing to Elise, naked and still on her knees, Kaitlyn explained, “The lustful stare. The lip bite. It’s pretty obvious what our little slut is excited about.”
At that, Elise immediately felt her cheeks flush. It wasn’t fair!! Her reflexive little bite had been turned against her, just like that. While nothing about Kaitlyn’s game had dramatically changed, something about this moment made everything sink in more clearly. The red haired first-year wasn’t just stripping her and taking every shred of dignity possible. She was also permanently changing Elise’s sexuality, at least in reputation. And the L word had been tossed around so much, it would be difficult to backpedal and claim that she was bi. At least that way, Elise could eventually attempt to pull the ‘it was just a phase’ card and shift back to being straight in the eyes of others.
She let her lip slip away from her upper teeth right away, but the damage had already been done. Almost speaking up to defend herself, Elise ended up just quietly squeaking to herself instead. The sound from the back of her throat was muffled by her closed lips, and she could only pray that no one else heard it.
Elise looked up at the two standing girls, wondering what this was all about. Anna was blushing, too, but put on a brave face. She was positioned in a way where no one in the audience could see her front side. Facing Elise, back to the other girls; the way she was holding her shirt even had a dual purpose of showing herself off to the kneeling blonde while obscuring her chest from anyone who might normally get a glimpse from the side.
Kaitlyn, in contrast, was wearing her full uniform. Smirking, as always, and shooting Elise a subtle wink before turning to the rest of the girls. “If you hadn’t noticed, Anna is a fucking rock star,” she began, “And Elise? She’s a slut. A lesbian slut. I wouldn’t be surprised if she raids our underwear drawers during room inspections. After this, make sure you check if you’re missing anything. I’ll make sure she pays up to replace what she’s stolen. Something tells me you’re each missing at least one bra. Just let me know, okay? If that’s the case, everyone here can get a new one. Elise’s treat.”
‘What?!’ Elise’s eyes widened at the accusation, before she realized there was more to it than that. Aside from her reputation and prefect position being in jeopardy if rumor got out that she was abusing her key privileges, this would cause her bank account to take a serious hit. Bras weren’t cheap, and Kaitlyn was more or less hinting that each girl present should lie in order to get a brand new one free of charge.
“Now then, I think my obedient pet has a task to perform,” she said. After placing a hand on Anna’s shoulder and whispering something else in her ear, Kaitlyn returned to Elise and crouched down until they were eye to eye. Hooking a finger under the slim black collar, she gave a little tug that caused the naked blonde to follow the movement and lean forward. “You’re going to lie down and spread your legs,” Kaitlyn said. She brushed her lips against Elise’s ear and kept her voice low, though the smirk could practically be heard in the lilting murmur. “You’re going to fuck yourself, and you’re going to look at Anna the whole time,” she continued, “Don’t you dare fake it, Elise. I’ll know. Trust me. Got all that?”
Elise managed to meekly nod her head in affirmation, desperately wishing that this was all somehow a vivid nightmare. This couldn’t be real, could it? Belatedly thinking about the fact that Kaitlyn might not have recognized the head nod due to how they were positioned, she whispered, “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.”
“Good,” Kaitlyn said, “Oh, and one more thing.” She pressed her lips more fully against the helpless girl’s ear, dropping her voice to a barely audible level. For only Elise to hear.
Continuing, the wicked redhead said, “Make sure you moan Anna’s name.”