The Prefect, Parts 1-45

Part One

Winter. 

It was Elise’s favorite season. 

Even after the magic of Christmas had long faded, January and February still held just as much magic for the appreciative girl. Scarves and creative layers to personalize the repetitive academy outfit she and the rest of the girls at her private school had to wear. Hot chocolate and a warm fireplace after a brisk walk in the cold. And, most importantly, snow. While most adults in the north grew jaded due to shoveling and driving in the annual torment, Elise loved every second of it.

Today included. Fresh snow on the ground from the previous night’s precipitation encouraged Elise to take her favorite route after the last class of the day. On colder days, she would stay in and do homework or study her notes from that day’s lecture. But a walk through the park sounded all too great for her today. She needed to decompress, and walking always helped. The fresh snow was just an added bonus.

At just twenty years old, Elise was one of the youngest prefects at Edgewood Academy for Girls. She was mostly in charge of the high school students at the prep school just across the river, though her responsibilities sometimes extended to the college’s first-years when her peers were busy. Most of the time, Elise’s job was easy. She would help out however she was needed at the high school during her free period, and then make sure all the teenage girls were back in their dorms after curfew when she had an evening shift. Back at Edgewood, it was more or less a RA job. Ensure quiet hours were kept, confiscate contraband, and make sure the new students were adhering to the school’s strict dress code.

Every now and then, her job was difficult. Today was one such day. Two fifteen year old girls got into a nasty fight at lunch when she was helping out at the prep school. Elise had intervened immediately, and paid dearly for it. She got her own blonde hair pulled, a few noticeable scratches on her arms, and the sleeve of her blouse partially ripped. Thankfully, a teacher and an older prefect showed up before things got out of hand, but it was still enough of an ordeal that left her shaken afterwards. 

Reliving the experience had distracted her throughout the rest of her classes, and a good portion of the walk so far. Standing at 5’5”, Elise wasn’t particularly short. However, her academic lifestyle didn’t help her much in terms of strength or muscle. Certainly not enough to stop a cat fight all on her own. The faintly sore scratches brought the memory back again and again. The screams of the girls, the jeering of the crowd of girls that did nothing to help the situation . . .

“Elise…? Elise? Elise!!” The yelling of her name snapped the distracted blonde out of the most recent iteration of the memory. Elise turned towards the voice, just now noticing three girls on the small bridge that she was about to cross. 

“Oh, hey,” Elise gave a faint smile as she approached, realizing a bit too late who it was calling out her name. All three of the girls were in the year below her, and shouldn’t be using her name in such a casual way. “I would prefer ‘Miss Elise,’” she said. It wasn’t her favorite thing, especially for girls so close in age, but rules were rules. When a girl had the prefect badge on, she was an authority figure. Even for college first-years who were all legally adults at this point and less than enthusiastic about some of the academy’s rules.

“Oh, does that count when we’re off the school grounds?” one of the girls asked. A red haired first-year named Katie? Katherine? Elise couldn’t quite remember. “Miss Elise,” the girl corrected herself, “What’cha doin’ out here?”

“Just taking a walk.” Elise said, letting out a sigh of relief to herself. It was always a coin toss whether a girl would be respectful or disrespectful to prefects at Edgewood, especially those closest in age to the others. While prefects did have authority, it was easier for girls to act dismissively towards their peers compared to their teachers.  

“Us too! We’re just taking a quick break,” the redhead said, “Do you want to join us? You can walk with us afterwards too!” 

“Yeah, stick around, Elise!” The shorter of the two brunette girls behind her added. Elise was pretty sure her name was Anna.  

Elise wanted to correct Anna too, but decided against it. These students seemed friendly enough, but taking them up on the offer would be a bad idea. When she became a prefect, Elise was warned about getting too close with any girl in a lower grade. It would make it more difficult to gain respect when needed, and often more difficult for the prefect to write up a girl she was friends with. And that wouldn't be fair to everyone else. 

“Sorry, girls.” Elise gave them a half smile. “I’d love to, but I have a lot of studying to do. I’ll be heading back to the academy in a second.” She felt bad for lying, but it sounded better than saying that spending time with them outside classes was strongly discouraged.

“That’s fine,” the first girl said, “Have a good rest of your walk!”

“You too!” Elise smiled. Rather than take the bridge, she turned back the way she came. It wasn’t her intended route, but it was the only way to turn her excuse into reality.

However, she only got one or two steps before the redhead called after her, “Wait, Elise?”

“Yes?” She turned back around. Once again catching the lack of her proper title a little bit too late. 

“Where did you get your backpack? It has so many pockets!”

“Umm, I bought it online,” Elise replied. She just ordered it a few days ago, but couldn’t remember the exact brand or style off the top of her head, “I can give you the link later if you’d like?” 

“Do you mind if I check it out? That would be better than a picture, right? I’ll be quick, I promise!”

“Oh, umm, sure.” 

It seemed like an innocent enough request. After all, mailing something back that didn’t quite work out was always a bit of a chore. 

Elise walked onto the bridge to join the girls. She let the backpack slide off her shoulders, deciding it was better to watch the girls instead of turning her back. Just in case. As she approached the redhead, Elise realized the first year was an inch or so taller than her. Not a huge deal, but she found it more difficult to be the voice of authority when she had to look up into a girl’s eyes. It’s why she often wore heels, but not when the paths outside could potentially be icy and lead to a nasty fall.

“Do you mind?” The girl asked, reaching out for the backpack. The two other girls were whispering about something, but Elise didn’t bother thinking about that. Girls would be girls.

“Just be careful with it, okay? It’s new.” Elise said. She reluctantly let the first-year take the bag.

“Let’s see…” the redhead unzipped the main pocket. 

Elise wanted to protest, but she bit her tongue. It was mildly violating, but, at the same time, it wasn’t that big of a deal. The girl wanted to check out the backpack, and the inside of the pockets would be a factor if she decided to buy one for herself. That, and Elise didn’t have anything in her backpack that would cause alarm.

One by one, the girl unzipped every single pocket. Elise just watched, waiting patiently for her to finish her inspection.

“Anna?” The redhead glanced back to the girls behind her. Before Elise could realize what was happening, the shorter of the two brunettes quickly ran up and took the backpack out of the first girl’s hands. Anna then walked over to the edge of the bridge, holding the backpack over the running water beneath them.

“Hey!” Elise exclaimed with wide eyes. “What are you doing??”

She tried to get to her backpack, but the redhead was quick to block her path. “Ah, ah, ah, Elise,” she smiled, “One more step, and Anna will turn your backpack upside down!”

Elise froze. It hit her all at once. The fake curiosity about her backpack. The whispering. The unzipping of every pocket. But it was way too late.

“Anna, don’t!” Elise called to the shorter girl. "Please don't!"

“Hush, Elise.” The slightly taller redhead smiled, now standing directly in front of her. “Don’t worry, Anna won’t drop your things. IF you do something fun for us to earn it back!

Any rational girl would walk away.  

Especially a girl that was supposed to be in charge of first-years like these three under normal circumstances. She could explain the situation to the school. Replace the books, binders, and assignments. And let these mischievous girls be reprimanded by the academy’s administration. 

But Elise had JUST lost her backpack last week. The thought of asking her teachers for all the class materials a second time made her feel embarrassed and a little guilty. So she reluctantly decided to play along. Let these immature girls have their fun.

“What do I have to do . . .?” Elise asked.

“What do I have to do, Miss Kaitlyn,” the redhead was quick to reply, “See what it’s like for us, little prefect.”

Kaitlyn. That was her name. 

Elise flushed at the nickname more than the demand that came with it. Kaitlyn was barely an inch taller than her, but the words ‘little prefect’ were still patronizing enough for Elise to cringe at the teasing disrespect. 

“Fine.” Elise let out a heavy sigh. “What do I have to do, Miss Kaitlyn?”

Part Two

Miss Kaitlyn.

It sounded wrong the moment Elise said it out loud. The worst part was, she only enforced the title for herself because it was academy policy. It wasn’t her favorite thing, and she wished she could somehow explain that now. Because these first-year girls seemed to think it was her power tripping or something.

The following silence was agonizing. In reality, it only lasted a few seconds. To the blonde prefect, however, it felt like an eternity.

“Hmm . . .” Kaitlyn finally broke the silence. She put one hand on her hip, and the other on her chin in mock concentration. “How about this?” Kaitlyn said. She lowered her hand and casually dropped her arm. “Flash us your bare chest.”

Elise was stunned, to say the least. “Excuse me?!” 

The nerve of this girl! Elise had only played along with the teasing title because it seemed rather harmless. But this was not harmless. This was downright insulting.

“I think you heard me, Elise.” Kaitlyn smiled. “Well? What will it be? Yes or no?”

“No! And it’s ‘Miss Elise!’” she exclaimed. This had to stop. Now. “Kaitlyn, enough. I’m not doing that. Anna, give me my backpack.”

“It's 'Miss Kaitlyn.' And you’re no fun, Elise. Oh well.” Kaitlyn shrugged. “Anna, dump out her backpack.”

“Okay!” The short brunette eagerly smiled. She started to tip the backpack over.

“STOP!! Anna, wait! I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” Elise gave in rather quickly when she saw her bag get close to the tipping point. The thought of all her belongings falling into the frigid water below made her impulsively react before she could fully think it through. 

Elise's shrill voice seemed to be enough to at least give Anna pause, though the brunette was more looking at Kaitlyn for direction, rather than in response to Elise's outburst. “You’ll do what, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked.

Another teasing way of turning the tables. It was common practice for prefects and teachers alike to make students say full thoughts out loud. If a student was late to class, and a teacher got on their case about it, they wouldn’t just say “Yes, ma’am” or “Yes, Mrs. XYZ.” It was always something like “Yes, ma’am. I won’t be late again.” One of many discipline practices Elise learned when she first became a prefect. This particular tactic was used so girls could internalize a responsible phrase said by themselves.

But most of the tricks she learned were for the high school students across the river. How did Kaitlyn even know about that? Or was the redhead just being condescending, and not realizing it paralleled something Elise often used herself? Either way, it didn’t feel good to be on the receiving side. And, at that, for something not responsible at all.

“I’ll…” Elise began, then hesitated. 

Was this worth it? 

It’s not like she hadn’t been topless in front of girls before. The private college’s locker room was used by girls of every year, and Elise changed before and after workouts all the time. Normally she’d wear athletic gear to and from the gym, but Edgewood’s uniform requirements made that impossible. Plus the locker room meant changing amidst a crowd of other girls, all of whom were keeping to themselves for the most part. If one of these girls had partially seen her in the past, it wouldn’t be that big of deal.

This was different. This was her actively displaying her body in a completely inappropriate way. Even if it was just to other girls, it was still wrong. Especially considering it was girls she was supposed to have authority over. Not to mention the fact that it would be cold in the chilly winter air.

“Well? I don’t have all day, Elise.” Kaitlyn crossed her arms. 

“Kaitlyn-”

“Miss Kaitlyn-” The persistent redhead corrected her.

“Miss Kaitlyn . . .” Elise mumbled. She wanted so badly to be firm with the girl before her. But that subtle height difference, the stern expression on Kaitlyn’s face, and the backpack still dangling over the edge of the bridge all affected her in one way or another. 

“Better.” Kaitlyn smiled. “Now, were you going to say something, Elise?”

“You know what?" Elise said. "Fine. Drop my stuff.”

It would be painful to watch, but she would survive. And all three of these girls would get in trouble. Kaitlyn, Anna, and the other brunette. Elise didn’t know her name, but she’d be able to identify her later if she needed to. “I’m not doing that, Kaitlyn.”

“Miss Kaitlyn.” The redhead said. “And you’re no fun, Elise.” The casual use of Elise’s name right after the correction wasn’t lost on her. Kaitlyn turned back to the girls behind her, “Anna. Caroline. Run back to the dorms. Hide her backpack. I’ll be back soon. Go on, run!”

At Kaitlyn’s order, the two girls were quick to do as they were told. Elise felt a fleeting relief as the backpack was brought back over dry land, but that feeling was short lived. The other two turned around and ran back along the path across the bridge.

“Wait! Anna!” Elise called after her, but to no avail. Kaitlyn took a quick sideways step and blocked Elise’s attempt to chase after them, and there was really nothing Elise could do about it. Short of shoving the girl aside or pushing her down, if she could even manage that, there was no way past the redhead. No proper girl would be rough with another girl. Even if she wasn’t a prefect, Elise wouldn’t do that.

Elise narrowed her eyes at Kaitlyn and tried to think of the best way to berate the girl, but Kaitlyn beat her to the punch. “New deal, Elise.” She crossed her arms, giving a confident smile to the blonde prefect. “Be at our dorm at 4 PM sharp. We’ll have to find another way you can earn your stuff back.”

Kaitlyn. Anna. Caroline.

Those were the names. Elise was already sick of this, and ready to pass this problem off to someone else. “Enough, Kaitlyn. I’m not earning anything. I’ll be there at four. You’ll hand me my backpack, or you’ll be in even worse trouble.”

“Miss Kaitlyn. And I’ve been in trouble before, Elise.” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “How about you? Do you want to explain how a prefect managed to lose her backpack to a group of younger students? And how those younger students read through all of her private prefect stuff after she let her belongings fall into their hands?”

Ugh. What was with this girl?! 

But Kaitlyn had a point. Elise had only just recently become a prefect. This would look pretty bad from an outside perspective. Even if she was in the right. Now that Kaitlyn pointed it out, Elise realized that she would have preferred the backpack to be in the river. No one but prefects and teachers were supposed have access to her prefect materials, as there was a bunch of private information in there. Not to mention all the sensitive notes on the high school girls at the prep school. If Kaitlyn and her other unauthorized friends started pilfering through those things . . .

“Okay, fine.” Elise sighed. “I’ll be there at four. Just leave my stuff alone, okay?”

“And?”

“And what, Kaitlyn?”

“Miss Kaitlyn.” She raised an expectant eyebrow. “If you can’t get my name right, we will go through your stuff, Elise.”

It took everything Elise had not to scream at the girl. She was still a prefect, and the older girl between the two of them. She wouldn’t lose her cool. “And what, Miss Kaitlyn?”

“And you’ll have to earn your stuff back.”

“Fine.” At this point, Elise just wanted to leave. Take some time to think things over before committing to Kaitlyn’s annoyingly persistent demands.

“The whole thing, Elise?”

Elise let out a frustrated sigh. It was just words, but it still irritated her. “I’ll be there at four. And I’ll have to earn my stuff back.”

“Don’t be rude, Elise. You forgot about my name. And four PM sharp, right?”

Just words. Just words. “I’ll be there at four PM sharp, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise reluctantly repeated, “And I’ll have to earn my stuff back.”

“Good girl. Was that so hard?” Kaitlyn asked, not even attempting to hide her grin. Then she turned on her heel and strutted off in the same direction the two brunette girls had run, only pausing to glance back at the flustered blonde prefect one more time, “Be punctual, Elise!”

Part Three

It was almost time.

Elise paced the hallway just around the corner from the door she was avoiding. It still wasn’t too late. She could call this whole thing off, and let the administration handle it. But Kaitlyn’s words rang true. It technically wasn’t her fault, but Elise still indirectly handed over a number of private materials. If she could just get those two binders back, the rest of her possessions didn’t matter.

She pulled out her phone for the hundredth time. Three minutes until 4 PM. 

Elise would play along. If things got out of hand, she would bail. Whether they respected her authority or not, she was still a prefect. They wouldn’t get away with this. Two binders, and then straight to the academy’s office to pass off the discipline responsibility. 

One more deep breath. Then she rounded the corner and strode to the looming entrance before she could talk herself out of her poorly constructed game plan. Out of habit, she knocked on the common room door, then opened it without waiting for a reply. 

 “Elise!” Of course, Kaitlyn was the first one to greet her. She and her two cohorts were waiting on the couches of the common area. All in uniforms that matched the one Elise wore, though none of them were wearing the blazer that went with the outfit like she did. 

 Two other first-years studying in the common room glanced up at Kaitlyn’s exclamation. Elise couldn’t tell if they were more curious about the presence of a prefect at this hour, or that the redhead had just addressed her so casually rather than following university policy. Perhaps both.

 “Girls,” Elise nodded to the two that weren’t involved in this. Play the part. Play it cool. Then she turned her attention back to Kaitlyn, “You wanted to discuss something?”

 They wouldn’t try anything here, would they? She was a prefect, and an upperclassman. Elise would absolutely not do anything that would further undermine her authority in front of more first-years. Surely Kaitlyn knew that.

 “Let’s talk in private.” Kaitlyn said. Not a question, Elise noted. The red haired girl stood up and walked over to her room. She opened the door, and gestured for Elise to enter.

It was both relieving and unnerving all at the same time. Elise’s previous worry was alleviated. No one else would witness her being spoken to so disrespectfully. But at the same time, she would be hanging out in a first-year’s dorm room, rather than the common room. It would be frowned upon if anyone found out. But what choice did she have? Short of bailing right now, she really only had two options. Public or private.

“Sure.” Elise faked a smile.

 Once the blonde prefect entered the room, the other two girls were quick to stand up from their cozy common room chairs and follow. Kaitlyn gave them both a knowing smile as they did. The stunt on the bridge was done on a whim, and adjusted on the fly. It hadn’t gone quite as well as the devious redhead hoped, but that was fine. It was enough to get the stuck-up prefect here. And this time, the girls had well over an hour to plan things out before Elise showed up.

 The clueless, uptight prefect had no idea what was in store for her.

Part Four

Elise did a quick once over as she entered. Also a prefect habit, as room inspections were part of her responsibilities. Save for a little clutter on the desk, the room was pretty clean. 

Kaitlyn lived in a single room, which meant she was either lucky, or her parents were wealthy enough to pay extra to secure it. The first-year dorms were set up where ten girls would live together. A common room and six bedrooms. Four of the bedrooms were doubles, and two were singles. Singles tended to cost extra. If they weren’t all claimed and paid for, then any remaining girls who requested one would get it via luck of the draw. 

“First things first, Elise.” Kaitlyn said. The two brunettes walked straight passed Elise, smiling at her as they did, then sat down next to each other on the bed. Kaitlyn shut the door behind her, taking a confident step into the room and towards Elise. “What do you call me?”

Arguing was pointless. It would just prolong this whole experience. “Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise reluctantly replied. She tried so hard to play it cool, but couldn’t help but lightly blush when the two girls on the bed started giggling.

“Good girl.” Kaitlyn repeated the same demeaning phrase she had casually used on the bridge earlier. The redhead walked past Elise to take the desk chair, making the flustered prefect the only one without a seat.

“Look, I’m here.” Elise said. She tried to push away all of her frustration. Being calm was the best way to deal with girls like this. “Please give me back my things.”

“Elise. A proper girl addresses the woman to whom she’s speaking.” Kaitlyn said. She sat back in her chair, echoing one of their teachers’ common phrases. Edgewood Academy wasn’t just for learning, like most colleges. It was also meant to groom young women into proper ladies.

“Please give me back my things, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise flatly responded.

“Good girl.” Kaitlyn nodded. “So the girls and I have been talking, and here’s what we decided. We took a quick peek inside your bag. That’s okay with you, right?” Of course it wasn’t. But Kaitlyn continued without waiting for a reply. “We saw two books, two notebooks, two binders, and your wallet. Seven things.” 

So much for privacy. The things Kaitlyn listed were what Elise had with her for the last two classes of the day, as well as her prefect materials. Had the girls looked any further than that? 

“Kaitlyn-”

“Miss Kaitlyn.” The girl cut Elise off. “Be a proper girl, Elise. Are you a proper girl, my little prefect?”

Elise wouldn’t let Kaitlyn get a rise out of her. Just words. Same as on the bridge. If she could play along, this would all be over soon. “Yes . . .” Elise muttered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“The whole thing, Elise.” Kaitlyn leaned forward in her chair, staring the blonde prefect down, “If you can’t even get this right, you might as well leave.”

No. Absolutely not. This brat wouldn’t scare her off or send her away. Elise took a heavy inhale, trying to calm herself. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’m a proper girl.”

“Good girl, Elise.” Kaitlyn sat back. Content for now, apparently. “Now, you have to earn back seven things. So we decided you should do seven tasks for us. Sound fair?”

“What?! No!” Elise protested. “Kaitlyn, that’s too much. Just give me back my bag!”

“Elise!” Kaitlyn exclaimed. She almost sounded offended as she glared back, “You just said you were a proper girl.”

 “I . . .” Elise hesitated. What was going on?? None of this was fair. “Miss Kaitlyn . . .” she corrected herself, losing her composure for a second. No, she could do this. “Miss Kaitlyn. That’s way too much. Please, just give me back my belongings.” 

“I will,” Kaitlyn smiled, “After you do your tasks. What will it be, Elise? Do a few little tasks for us, or leave empty handed? Answer like a proper girl, okay?” 

Elise was dumbfounded. This cocky redhead should NOT be talking to her like this. It wasn’t appropriate. It wasn’t respectful. But she was awkwardly standing in Kaitlyn’s unfamiliar room. All three girls had their eyes on her, waiting expectantly for an answer. It was a win for them either way. Either Elise would call this off and get in trouble for leaking private information, or she would play along and no doubt embarrass and demean herself in front of the girls she was supposed to have authority over.

“I’ll do seven little tasks for you, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise begrudgingly replied. At least using Kaitlyn’s ‘little’ word against her. “But nothing like what you told me to do on the bridge.” She added. Elise had already demeaned herself a bit in front of these girls. She could manage a little bit more. Hopefully.

“Fine, I won’t have you flash us,” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “Well, Elise? Ready for your first task? Answer properly.”

Elise quietly sighed to herself.

She could do this. Worst case scenario, she could back out if the tasks were awful. 

“What will it be, Elise?”

“Fine.” Elise muttered, “I’m ready for my first task, Miss Kaitlyn.”

Kaitlyn stood up, reminding Elise of their height difference all over again. The red haired girl confidently walked right up to the blonde prefect, giving her a teasingly sweet smile. Then she said those familiar words that made Elise inwardly cringe every single time.

“Good girl, Elise.”

Part Five

The nerve. 

The nerve of all of these girls. Kaitlyn, for being so disrespectful. The two brunettes, Anna and Caroline, for watching and giggling and not saying anything in her defense. If Elise weren’t so committed to getting her things back, she would have chewed these girls out the moment she arrived. But Kaitlyn had framed it in such a way that it seemed like she had no choice but to play along.

“Anna?” Kaitlyn turned to the girls on the bed. “Do you want to go first?”

“Sure!” The short brunette girl beamed. Anna hopped up from the bed and waltzed over to the door. There was a spare academy uniform hanging on the back, and Anna was quick to take it and join Kaitlyn and Elise in the middle of the room. “Here you go, Elise!” Anna smiled at the reluctant prefect. It was nearly as devious or arrogant as the expression Kaitlyn wore. The short girl just looked amused at all of this, and certainly didn’t mind calling Elise by name.

“I . . .” Elise took the outfit from the shorter girl’s hands. She didn’t know how to react, but Anna was holding it out expectantly, so it only made sense to take it from the girl. “What is this?” She didn’t know what else to say. 

“It’s your first task, Elise.” Kaitlyn said. “This is one of Anna’s uniforms. Your current get-up is a little . . . stuck up? Prudish? Boring? What do you think, Caroline?”

“Hmm . . .” The other brunette sat up on the bed, looking Elise over. She was certainly the more quiet of the three, but Kaitlyn made a point to include her. “Stuck up,” Caroline decided, “She’s a prefect.”

“Exactly, Caroline.” The red haired leader smiled at her friend. “Elise is stuck up.”

“I am not stuck up!” Elise exclaimed. She crossed her arms, only just now realizing that she was letting these girls talk about her as if she wasn’t even there. 

“Then prove it.” Kaitlyn said. Elise had unknowingly taken the bait. “Your first task is to change into Anna’s uniform. If you’re not a stuck up little prefect, it should be easy.”

Elise glanced down at the outfit in her hands, then glanced towards the short brunette still standing near her. “But-” She started to protest. Anna was at least three or four inches shorter than her. The girl’s outfit would be tight and awkward and uncomfortable on Elise. 

“But what, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. She mirrored Elise, crossing her own arms. “It should be an easy task for a girl who claims she’s not stuck up. Tell you what. We’ll even let you choose where you want to change. In here, or in the bathroom?”

Another difficult decision. Changing in Kaitlyn’s room meant stripping in front of these three girls. The bathroom was safe to change in, but a more public ordeal. She would have to walk past the girls in the common room twice, and pray they didn’t notice the awkwardness of her new uniform on the way back. 

“I’m not stuck up,” Elise muttered. As if those words would change the preconceived notion these girls had of her. She went with her gut, answering Kaitlyn, “I’ll change in the bathroom.”

It was the better choice. No way would she strip off her current outfit in front of the three girls that were already having fun at her expense. Maybe the girls outside wouldn’t notice. Better yet, maybe the common room would be empty. Wishful thinking, considering classes were over for the day.

“Then hop to it, Elise.” Kaitlyn dismissively waved her off, “There’s only so much time until dinner, unless you’d rather continue this tonight?”

“Okay, okay! I’m going,” Elise groaned. She was already turning to leave before Kaitlyn spoke, but the patronizing words made her even more frustrated with this whole situation.

She was so close. So close to the door, but then she heard Kaitlyn’s familiar voice behind her. “Say it properly?”

Unbelievable.

“I’m going to change, Miss Kaitlyn.”

Elise rushed out the door. She didn’t want to argue or fight back against the rude girl. She just wanted to get these stupid tasks over with and get her things back. The flustered prefect stormed past the small group of girls in the common room, change of clothes in hand, paying no mind to their quizzical looks. All of them would know she was a prefect from one university activity or another, but she couldn’t worry about that familiarity right now. She was on a mission.

Each common room had a bathroom that connected to an adjoining hallway. Elise was quick to ‘escape’ the previous room, taking a minute to look around. No one at the sinks. All the stalls free. Thank goodness. Before her luck ran out, Elise slid into one of the stalls, not wanting one of the girls from the common room coming in to ask her anything. 

Less than two hours until dinner. 

After checking the time, Elise slid the phone into her dark gray blazer’s pocket, then shed the outer layer. Grateful for the hook on the back of the door, she carefully hung the blazer up, then got to work. The stall was a bit cramped for her taste, considering she could normally change in the comfort of her own dorm room, or at least in the spaciousness of a locker room. But what choice did she have? 

The blonde prefect started with the most difficult part. She pulled off the dark red checkered skirt and balanced herself as she slipped the fabric past her black flats, careful not to let any part of the clothing touch the bathroom floor. Then she replaced it with Anna’s skirt, going through the same thorough process on the way back up. As expected, it was very short on her. Tight, too. Even without a mirror to reference, Elise could see how much of her thighs would be showing if it were spring time. She was beyond grateful that Edgewood allowed girls to wear leggings in the winter to go with their uniform.

Everything else was easier. She rested her own skirt over the stall door and made short work of stripping off the white top and replacing it with the short brunette’s identical one. It was only identical in color and style, of course. Elise’s height made the shirt almost impossible to tuck in, and the sleeves didn’t make it close to her wrists. Not to mention that Elise’s 34Bs made the already tight shirt a little tighter. Anna had to be a 30, or 32 at best. The top button was uncomfortably snug, so Elise chose to keep it undone. She used the tie to cover up the casual nature of the partially undone top as best she could, then donned the dark gray blazer once more. 

Finished with her task, Elise made quick work of hanging her skirt and top on the now empty hanger. She left the stall and paused at the mirror, wanting to know just how bad the smaller clothes looked on her. 

‘Not awful,’ she thought to herself. The girls in the common room might not notice. The tights, blazer, and tie all did a decent job of covering up the skin that would otherwise be more obvious. But that was the only silver lining to go with how tight and uncomfortable the small clothes felt. The blonde prefect fidgeted with Anna’s clothes for a few seconds, adjusting what she could, then gave herself one last check in the mirror. Heading back towards the common room, she couldn’t help but dwell on a mildly concerning fact:

This was only the first task.

Part Six

Elise briskly strode through the common room.

Calmly enough that she wouldn’t draw extra attention to herself, but faster than she would normally present herself around these girls. She had no idea whether or not the four studious girls in the common room noticed her change of attire. Elise was solely focused on making it back to Kaitlyn’s room. 

Once there, she was quick to close the door behind her. One task officially down.

“Umm, Elise?” Kaitlyn was the first to address her. The redhead sat in her desk chair, the other two girls comfortable on the bed again. “What are you wearing?”

“Anna’s uniform . . .” The prefect answered, a bit skeptically. Did Kaitlyn just want her to say it out loud? Before she could question it too much, the disrespectful girl pointed out that she still wasn’t answering things properly. So Elise begrudgingly corrected herself. “I’m wearing Anna’s uniform, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“Are you . . .?” Kaitlyn asked. Mimicking Elise’s skeptical voice. She looked the blonde prefect up and down, not being subtle or quick about it in the slightest. “You’re only supposed to be wearing Anna’s clothes, Elise. Anna, did you give her one of your blazers?”

“No, I didn’t, Miss Kaitlyn!” Anna sat up. She sounded almost offended at the accusation, but was unable to hide the hint of a smile that came with calling her peer by the unnecessarily proper title. “I only gave her one of my skirts and one of my dress shirts.”

“Interesting.” Kaitlyn sat back in her chair, crossing her arms. Still looking the unsuspecting prefect over. “Then Elise hasn’t completed her first task, has she? That blazer isn’t yours, nor is the tie.”

That wasn’t the first task! Elise was taken aback by Kaitlyn’s words. “What-” She started to protest, but Anna’s excited voice cut her off.

“Those aren’t my leggings either!” The small brunette happily pointed out.

“Those aren’t your heels.” Caroline added.

“Wait!” Elise exclaimed, “That wasn’t what you said!”

Kaitlyn stood up from her chair. Looking more stern than before as she strode over to the flustered prefect. “Elise. Your task was to wear Anna’s clothes. Only Anna’s clothes,” the devious redhead said. She kept a perfectly straight face as she twisted the facts, walking past Elise to stand behind her instead. “It’s up to you, little prefect.” Kaitlyn gently placed her hands on the blonde’s shoulders. “You can leave right now, and let us keep your stuff.” She teasingly pulled at the collar of Elise’s blazer. “Or you can stop being stuck up, and finish your first task.”

“I-”

“Which one, Elise?” Kaitlyn gave another light tug on the blazer. “Do you want help with your blazer? Or do you want to leave with nothing? Choose, now. And answer properly, Elise.”

Once again, Elise was put in a situation where it seemed like she only had two options. Neither of the choices were great, but opting for the latter would mean she had dressed up in Anna’s clothes for nothing. Playing right into Kaitlyn’s hands, Elise quietly answered. “I want help with the blazer . . .”

“Speak up, Elise.” Kaitlyn spoke into her right ear as she tugged a little more firmly on the gray blazer, “And remember who you’re addressing when you speak.”

“I want help with the blazer, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“Please take off my blazer?” The redhead adjusted the words, able to fully smirk now that she was out of view of the prefect’s sightline.

“Please take off my blazer, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said, her words more clear due to Kaitlyn’s last warning. Her cheeks lightly flushing at the cringeworthy phrase. The blush darkened as the two other girls couldn’t help but giggle at the scene before them.

Kaitlyn couldn’t resist. It was almost too easy now that the stuck-up prefect had started to play along. “Are you sure, Elise?” Her lips curled up again as she toyed with the slightly shorter blonde. “Answer properly.” 

Elise hesitated, but ultimately decided to play along. “I’m sure, Miss Kaitlyn,” she answered. That same awful title. “Please take off my blazer.” 

“Better, Elise. Try to answer that properly all the time, okay?” Kaitlyn said. She more assertively tugged at Elise’s blazer, this time aiming to actually take the outer layer off now that the prefect had so politely asked her to. Once the blazer was past Elise’s shoulders, it easily slipped off the rest of her body as the manipulative redhead guided it.

Kaitlyn walked the blazer back to her desk, setting it over the back of her chair. Elise was all too aware of how much of her figure was on display as Anna’s small white dress shirt hugged her way too tightly. Before Elise could think about it too much, Kaitlyn was quick to walk back over to the prefect. “Do you want help with your tie?” Kaitlyn took the dark red tie in her hands, not waiting for an answer. “Speak like a proper girl, Elise.”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise muttered, used to the patronizing drill at this point. Arguing would only entertain the girls and prolong this whole ordeal. “Please take off my tie.”

“Good girl.” Kaitlyn smiled. Elise tried to shrug off those demeaning two words. She felt both awkward and impatient as they stood nearly chest to chest, but Kaitlyn didn’t seem to mind. She made short work of undoing the prefect’s tie and pulling it off completely, leering down at the slightly shorter girl the whole time. “Hold still, Elise.” She said. And, before the blonde could realize what the first-year was planning, her top two buttons had been undone as well.

“Hey!” Elise exclaimed. As Kaitlyn stepped back to admire her handiwork, Elise quickly reached up to button the tight shirt back up to a respectful level.

“Elise, what are you doing?!” Not Kaitlyn’s voice this time. It was Anna’s. The short brunette hopped up from the dorm room bed, looking appalled at Elise’s perfectly normal action. “You’re being stuck up! It only counts if you do what Miss Kaitlyn says!”

“But-”

“No buts, Elise.” Kaitlyn took control again. “Can you handle taking off your tights and heels all by yourself, or do you need help with those as well? Or do you want to give up on your first task?”

“I . . .” Elise hesitated, her hands still frozen near her buttons. She suddenly felt very self conscious as she stood in the middle of the room. Kaitlyn, looking almost judgmental. Anna, looking offended again. Caroline, sitting back and watching patiently. Now that these girls had twisted the original words of the task, it was impossible for Elise to remember exactly what she originally agreed to. And now that Anna was backing Kaitlyn up, she was even less sure of herself.

Elise was twenty years old, but temporarily felt like a child from all the reprimanding. “I don’t need help,” Elise sighed.

“Then hurry up, little prefect.” Kaitlyn crossed her arms. “We only have so long until dinner, and you’re still just on your first task.”

Dinner! Elise had almost forgotten. This all had to be done before dinner. She had prefect duties after the last meal of the day, all of which required her to have the two binders currently in the possession of these eighteen year olds. 

Elise wanted so badly to chew the younger girls out, especially Kaitlyn, but she bit her tongue instead. She knew what she had to do for this to all be over. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” she answered.

Still in faint disbelief that she was going through with this, the blonde prefect reached down to remove even more of her clothes.

Part Seven

Kaitlyn had to fight the almost irresistible urge to grin as the blonde prefect stripped herself even further. How had such a pushover been allowed to become a prefect? Little Elise also hadn’t yet seemed to grasp what was happening. Once the prefect’s first ‘task’ was complete, Kaitlyn wouldn’t just be in possession of her backpack. She would be in possession of ALL of Elise’s clothes. 

The wicked redhead hadn’t checked yet, but she also assumed that if Elise had brought her phone along, it would be in either her skirt or blazer pocket. It would almost certainly be locked, but that was no matter. Just seeing it in Kaitlyn’s hand would be enough to fluster the blonde even more.

Elise had to reach under the short red skirt to get a good grip on her black tights. She was careful, very careful, to not bend or shift in a way that would reveal anything past the hem of the garment she was ‘borrowing’ from Anna. More and more of her bare legs were on display as she lowered the tights, and Elise realized her mistake way too late. She was still wearing her flats. It would be impossible to remove the tights completely until the shoes were removed first.

Trying her best to ignore the watchful eyes from the audience of first-years, Elise half bent and half squatted, choosing a pose that would leave her the least exposed. The fabric now around her ankles made things a little more difficult, but she was able to momentarily balance on one foot and quickly pull off one flat and then slip half the tights off as well. Now that she was halfway done, the other leg was much easier. She stood upright again, flats and tights in her left hand.

“Good girl.” Kaitlyn smiled. Just like before, the redhead rose from her desk chair and was quick to walk over to Elise, “I’ll hold onto those for you,” she said. Not a request. She gently but assertively took the last of Elise’s real clothes from the girl’s hand, adding it to the pile on the desk. It was only then that Elise noticed her skirt and dress shirt were both crumpled on the desk, despite the fact that she had neatly hung them up in the bathroom before taking them back to Kaitlyn’s room. “Well, Elise?” Kaitlyn sat back down, speaking up before Elise could voice her distaste for how her things were being treated. “Are you ready for your second task? Answer properly.”

Even without a mirror nearby, Elise was keenly aware of how inappropriate she looked right now. Anna’s skirt only went down to just above mid-thigh, and now her bare legs were completely on display. The blonde prefect would also never show her cleavage in the way it was currently displayed. With the buttons Kaitlyn undid, and the loss of her tie and blazer, a good portion of her chest was now visible. Not to mention the tightness of the shirt that would obviously show her form to any casual observer. It was borderline slutty; a far cry from the way Elise normally dressed.

But to voice her concern now, when she had just stripped herself even further? She would just be called stuck-up, and this whole ordeal would take longer. For now, Elise took solace in the fact that no one was taking pictures. Maybe this was all in good fun. Good fun at her expense, of course. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said. “I’m ready for my second task.”

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn said, holding back a smile, “Answer properly from now on, okay? I don’t want to keep reminding you.”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise replied. Giving into the brat’s patronizing rules, but speaking in the most flat and neutral tone she could muster. “I will answer properly from now on.”

“Good girl.” Kaitlyn nodded. Happy to use the same awful words of 'praise' over and over again now that Elise was arguing less. “Hmm, Anna got to give the first task. Caroline, do you mind if I take the next one? You can have the third.”

“Of course, Miss Kaitlyn,” the quiet brunette smiled.

“Thanks, Caroline! Use this time to think of a good one,” the red haired leader suggested. As if they hadn’t talked through a good portion of this before Elise showed up. “Now, my little prefect,” Kaitlyn turned back to Elise. “You’re not going to complain or make a fuss like you did for the first task, are you?”

Elise already wanted to talk back again. About the demeaning ways the younger girl was addressing her, or about this whole situation. But she didn’t. “No, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said, answering ‘properly,’ as painful as it was, “I won’t complain or make a fuss.”

“Good girl. Now, for your second task. Hmm . . .” Kaitlyn crossed her arms and glanced up. Pretending to think about the impending task. One that she knew would fluster the blonde in a completely different way. “Oh, I know.” The edge of Kaitlyn’s lip curled upwards. “Your second task, Elise, is to kiss one of us.”

Part Eight

No! No, no, no.

Surely Kaitlyn couldn’t be serious. For starters, Elise wasn’t into girls. And, almost more importantly, she could get into serious trouble if anyone in the university’s administration found out about something like that.

Elise needed to keep her cool. “Miss Kaitlyn . . .” she began. But what could the hesitant blonde say? She literally just said she wouldn’t complain or make a fuss. Would talking about the inappropriate nature of the task count as complaining? Furthermore, when it came to things that were inappropriate, Elise already crossed numerous lines. ‘Hanging out’ in a first-year’s private room. Presenting herself in such a revealing way. Letting this disrespectful red haired girl swap the way they both addressed each other.

“Elise, relax,” Kaitlyn giggled, “I didn’t say ‘make out.’ Just a simple kiss. There’s no harm in that, is there?” 

Elise hesitated. Was she that transparent? Kaitlyn clarified the inappropriate task before she even asked. And, once again, made it seem like none of this was a big deal. If Elise argued now, she would seem like the boring, stuck-up girl this first-years thought she was. “. . . Just a peck . . .?” Elise asked. She needed to be sure.

“Exactly.” Kaitlyn nodded. “And remember, Elise, you also get to choose the girl you want to kiss.”

The blonde prefect couldn’t help but blush at that last phrase, nor could the other two girls help but giggle. Kaitlyn added the detail like she was doing Elise a favor. Now wasn’t the time to protest against the implications the redhead’s casual words had. Elise had more important details to worry about. “No pictures. And no videos,” she insisted. She was still a prefect, and needed to maintain at least a little bit of authority. And discretion, for that matter.

“Elise, we haven’t used our phones once since you arrived, have we?” Kaitlyn pointed out.

Looking back, Elise realized that Kaitlyn was telling the truth. Not only had the girls not taken any pictures or videos, they hadn’t even had their phones out to text or scroll through social media. Unless they had been sneaky about it. No, Elise wouldn’t entertain that idea.

Phones . . . Kaitlyn had her phone! How had she not realized it until now? ‘No, it’s fine,’ Elise told herself. Her phone was safely tucked into her blazer pocket. Aside from stacking her outfit pieces into a messy pile that would surely wrinkle them, no one had messed with her clothes since she changed into Anna’s uniform.

“Okay, fine.” Elise relented. “One quick peck.”

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn smiled. “Well, Elise? Which girl do you want to kiss? Remember to answer properly.”

That’s right. Answering ‘properly.’ Up until now, it had been fine. A little embarrassing, but fine. But now, the question was set up in a way that the answer would sound bad no matter what. Even worse, she was in too deep to argue against that particular rule. After all, she had played along with it so far. 

Setting that thought aside, there was still the actual question to contend with. Which girl would she kiss?

Elise nervously glanced around the room. Kaitlyn was out of the question. Obviously. Caroline was the most quiet of the three. Elise barely knew the girl, even after her rounds as a prefect. Anna . . . was honestly the safest choice. The short brunette was eager to play along with Kaitlyn’s games, but not in a malicious way. But, while the least painful of the three options, Anna almost felt more inappropriate, considering how innocent the girl appeared. Or did her height and cheerful demeanor just make her appear as such? These girls were all the same age; all eighteen or nineteen. Elise’s perception of Anna could be totally off.

Wait . . . were any of these first-years into girls? That would complicate something even as simple as a quick peck. Or would it? After all, this was just a group of amused girls having fun at her expense. The kiss wouldn’t mean anything. Ugh, she was overthinking and taking too long! Elise could practically feel Kaitlyn preparing to chastise her for taking too long to reply.

“Umm . . .” Elise hesitated. She decided to go with her gut. It was just a peck. She just needed to stop thinking and get it over with. “I want to kiss Anna, Miss Kaitlyn . . .”

Part Nine

Elise immediately felt the heat rise to her face. She could not believe she just said those words out loud. But it was already done. Or so she thought.

“Umm, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. Suddenly sounding a little confused. “Why are you telling me . . .?” No, the confusion was an act. Elise could hear the bossy tone, along with the hint of amusement. “Tell Anna what you want, Elise. And say it properly, or it might end up being more than a peck!”

At those words, Elise internally gasped. A quick peck felt wrong enough already. Anything longer than that was . . .

The flustered, blushing prefect couldn’t help but feel nervous about what Kaitlyn was suggesting. She didn’t even stop to think about how unreasonable or unrealistic the ‘threat’ was. Elise was a prefect. Never in a million years would she do something so inappropriate with a younger student. But the smirking red haired first-year made it sound like it was a very real possibility. If anything, Kaitlyn presented the threat like it would be Elise’s fault if it happened. 

So Elise turned her attention to the short brunette sitting on the bed. And she said the words before she could talk herself out of it. “I want to kiss you, Anna.” She could feel her blush darkening at the more direct phrase.

“Okay!” Anna exclaimed. The eager girl was quick to hop up from the bed, joining Elise in the middle of the room. “Soooo how should we do this? Where should I put my hands?” Anna asked.

Elise could see the subtle nervousness in the shorter girl’s eyes. Now that the kiss was actually about to happen, the bubbly girl looked a little hesitant. The idea itself must have seemed fun to her, but Anna clearly hadn’t thought about the physical execution beyond jumping up to get things started.

“Anna, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Elise said. Taking on that prefect role. And low key trying to get out of the kiss herself as an added bonus.

“How about you put your hands on her hips, Anna?” Kaitlyn suggested. Not forcing or pressuring her peer, but giving her guidance that seemed to supersede Elise’s words. “Would you like that, Elise?”

Damn. Another question she needed to answer ‘properly.’ Kaitlyn was clearly content to both drag this out and make it as awkward as possible for her. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’d like that,” Elise said. The redhead was quick to correct her. This was about Anna, after all. So Elise directed her attention to the short brunette before her, slightly adjusting her words. “I’d like your hands on my hips, Anna.”

Now that Kaitlyn was suggesting it and Elise was asking for it (albeit at the whim of Kaitlyn), Anna was more eager to play along. She gently rested her hands on Elise’s hips, facing the still lightly blushing prefect. At another one of Kaitlyn’s ‘suggestions,’ Elise reluctantly placed her own hands on Anna’s sides, resting just below the girl’s small breasts. Careful to stay at least a full inch away from the base of the bra that was faintly outlined under the girl’s white blouse. As innocent and appropriate as she could manage in her current predicament.

“Ready, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. She seemed happy to lead this awkward encounter from the comfort of her desk chair, “Remind Anna one more time, will you? What do you want, Elise?”

Elise knew what she had to say. It was infinitely more difficult now that the brunette was standing so close, looking up at her with those excited yet nervous eyes. “I want to kiss you, Anna.”

“Okay . . .” Anna quietly replied. Softly smiling. Her deep blue eyes meeting Elise's emerald greens. Obviously waiting for further instructions, or maybe for Elise to make a move.

When Kaitlyn didn’t speak up again, Elise decided she needed to take charge. It was the only way to stop this from taking even longer. “Close your eyes, Anna,” Elise said. Realizing her words might have sounded mildly flirty, she quickly added “please” to sound a little more proper.

The brunette first-year did as Elise said, her eyes flickering closed. The blonde prefect kept her attention wholly on the short girl now patiently and quietly waiting for a kiss. Not out of any interest or desire, but more in an effort to not accidentally glance up at the smirking redhead beyond her. 

Bracing herself for the inevitable, Elise took a deep breath, managing to keep her focus on Anna’s face. The lips she would be aiming for. Just do it, Elise told herself. Demanded of herself. She needed to stop stalling and just get it over with. The hesitant prefect took one more calming breath. And then, without allowing herself another second of doubt, Elise closed her own eyes and leaned in to kiss Anna.

Part Ten

The kiss ended as quickly as it had begun.

Elise met Anna’s lips with her own, gave the lightest of nips to the girl’s lower lip, then pulled back. After a brief moment of silence following the separation, both girls opened their eyes at about the same time. Elise kept her hands on Anna’s sides, and let the short brunette keep her hands where they were on her hips. 

The blonde prefect desperately wanted to let go, but presumed that going too quickly would make her seem stuck-up all over again. Anna just seemed a little unsure of what to do. She glanced up at Elise, looking for guidance from the girl normally in charge of first-years like herself.

However, it was Kaitlyn who broke the spell. “Well, Elise? Aren’t you going to thank Anna? Remember, be proper.”

The word ‘proper’ only got more amusing to the redhead, considering all the improper things the prefect was doing in her room. Dressing in such a revealing way. Kissing a younger girl. Letting herself be bossed around.

“Umm . . .” Elise hesitated. Right. Proper responses. For a moment, the kiss had distracted her from everything. Nothing had changed about her feelings about Anna, or girls for that matter, but the reluctant intimacy affected her nonetheless. “Thank you for kissing me, Anna . . .”

“You’re very welcome, Elise!” The short brunette exclaimed. Kaitlyn’s patronizing words clearly brought Anna back to reality. Before Elise could realize what was happening, Anna flung her arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. Then Anna pulled back, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Elise right on the cheek. “I can’t believe a prefect wanted to kiss me,” she giggled, meeting Elise’s eyes with a flirty and amused smile. Then the brunette detached completely herself from the blonde prefect and joined Caroline back on the bed.

Elise stood alone in the center of the room, again. Unable to keep herself from lightly blushing at Anna’s last words. Completely oblivious to the fact that Kaitlyn fed the phrase to both brunettes, correctly assuming the prefect would choose one of them over her.

“She did, didn’t she?” Kaitlyn smirked. Giving Anna a wink and then turning her attention back to the reluctantly obedient prefect. “Isn’t that what you wanted, Elise?” 

Elise was going to kill her. When all of this was over, she planned on getting all three of these girls in serious trouble. Especially Kaitlyn. Unfortunately, that still seemed a long way off. Two tasks of seven done. And she was in no position to call things off. If she didn’t continue ‘playing along,’ she suspected a girl like Kaitlyn wouldn’t hesitate to keep not only her backpack, but also the clothes Elise now fully regretted removing and handing over.

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I wanted to kiss Anna,” Elise muttered the ‘proper’ response, her blush darkening as the two brunettes burst into another fit of giggles.

“I knew it,” Kaitlyn smiled, “All those little stolen glances during dorm inspections and curfew rounds? You think you’re so subtle, but it’s painfully obvious, Elise. We all know you’ve been crushing on Anna for weeks!” Kaitlyn said. 

Elise glared daggers at the wicked redhead as Kaitlyn lied through her teeth. The shortest of kisses was suddenly twisted into a long term ‘crush’ that was wrong for so many reasons. But before she could open her mouth to argue, Kaitlyn was clever enough to immediately change the subject. “You can flirt with Anna later, Elise! For now, it’s Caroline’s turn. Are you ready for your third task, my little prefect?” 

‘Keep your cool,’ Elise told herself. Kaitlyn’s words echoed in her head. ‘My little prefect.’ It wasn’t the first time the redhead said the patronizing phrase, but it bothered Elise more this time around. Everything Kaitlyn said seemed designed to get a rise out of her, and she wouldn’t allow the disrespectful first-year to achieve her goal.

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said. Back to her flat, unamused tone. “I’m ready for my third task.”

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn smiled. Another awful patronizing phrase that was becoming more and more common. She nodded to Caroline, “Your turn! Got one picked out?” 

“I do,” the quiet brunette said. She turned from Kaitlyn to Elise, her lips hinting at a smile. Elise genuinely couldn’t tell if this task would be better or worse than the other two. Quiet girls could be so nice, but sometimes so vicious.

“Come on, Caroline!” Anna exclaimed. She gave Caroline a teasing shove, “You’re leaving all of us in suspense!”

“Okay, okay,” Caroline gave a slightly wider smile. “Elise.” Another suspenseful pause. And then the quiet girl said something the blonde prefect wasn't prepared for at all. “Your third task is to go commando.”

Part Eleven

“Excuse me . . .?” 

For a moment, Elise snapped back to her normal self. A prefect who was supposed to have authority over the younger university girls. Who was supposed to be respected by them, too.

The first two tasks were embarrassing, each in their own way, but she somehow managed to justify each one in her head. But to take off her underwear? Elise was a proper girl. She had never once entertained the idea of wearing an outfit without the proper attire underneath. And having it suggested by one of these first-years made her realize just how far she had let them push her already. Kaitlyn especially.

Before Elise could argue further, the redhead jumped in to help her brunette friend. “Don’t worry, Caroline. I’m sure little Elise just didn’t catch that. After all, she promised she wouldn’t complain or make a fuss. Isn’t that right, Elise?”

“I-” Elise hesitated. Did she promise? She definitely said the words about not complaining at some point, obviously at Kaitlyn’s demand, but the past half hour or so was all starting to blur together. “I don’t think I promised,” she said. It wasn’t the first time someone tried to use that against her. In her adolescent years, plenty of girls tried to pull the ‘you promised’ card on her, when she really only gave half of an agreement to begin with.

“You might as well have,” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes, acting like Elise was being the difficult one. “You’re a prefect, Elise. Would a girl like you lie to us . . .?”

Elise couldn’t believe this. The clever redhead trapped her. Again. And she made it seem so casual and effortless. Despite the disrespect these girls were showing her, Elise was still a prefect. She could just tell Kaitlyn referenced it on purpose. As one of their prefects, the blonde couldn’t admit to being a liar when girls in the lower grades (even these girls) were supposed to look up to her. “Well . . . no . . .” Elise said. A quick correction and an annoyed look from Kaitlyn got her to answer ‘properly’ like usual, “No, I wouldn’t lie to you, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“Good girl, Elise,” Kaitlyn smiled, “So you won’t complain or make a fuss?”

“No, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise sighed, “I won’t complain or make a fuss.”

“Good girl. Now Caroline, what was that third task?”

Caroline smiled as well, grateful for Kaitlyn’s help in making sure the prefect would keep playing along. “Your third task is to go commando.”

Just like that, Elise was back to doing as these girls said. “Okay,” she muttered. From now on, she would be very careful about what she said out loud. Before Kaitlyn could offer any patronizing or demeaning ‘assistance’ like before, Elise reached underneath her skirt to take off her underwear.

What had she reluctantly agreed to so far? No complaining, no making a fuss. Answering ‘properly.’ Elise also remembered insisting she wasn’t stuck-up, which Kaitlyn already used against her once or twice. 

The three girls watched in amusement as the prefect before them slowly revealed and then removed her underwear. The light pink panties came into view rather quickly as Elise slid them down her legs, considering how short Anna’s skirt was on the flustered girl. Elise bent down, careful not to show her backside as she did so, and stepped out of the leg holes one at a time. 

“I’ll take those,” Kaitlyn said. She got up from her chair again and snatched the underwear out of Elise’s hand before she could even protest. 

Elise almost snapped something at her, but managed to catch herself. ‘No complaining,’ she reminded herself. Every little reaction would only further entertain the girls and make this take even longer. Three tasks down. Four to go. Eyes on the prize. 

That focus, of course, was way more difficult when she stood keenly aware of how different she felt without her underwear on. There were no windows in the room, but Elise still felt as if there was a faint breeze down there. The new sensation almost felt more awkward than embarrassing. Not wearing leggings or panties also made Elise realize just how careful she needed to be with her movement. Anna’s skirt was quite small on her, and every little motion risked revealing something if she weren’t careful.

“About as boring as I’d expect,” Kaitlyn said. The redhead’s voice brought Elise out of her thoughts. The devious first-year held the light pink fabric up with both hands; both inspecting it, and showing it off to the other girls, “No lace, no interesting cut, no nothing. We’ll have to take you shopping for more exciting underwear some time, Elise.”

Elise resisted the urge to lecture her. Holding her underwear like that was wrong in itself, not to mention the disrespectful insults that came with it. But she wouldn’t give in to the bait. “May I have my fourth task, Miss Kaitlyn?” she begrudgingly asked instead.

“Not yet, Elise. Though I appreciate that you’re speaking so properly now. Keep it up,” Kaitlyn said. She delicately dropped the panties onto the stack of Elise’s clothes. “But you can’t start your fourth task until you finish your third.”

“Kaitlyn . . . Miss Kaitlyn . . .” Elise said, unsure of where the girl planned on going with this, “I just did what Caroline said.”

“Did you? Caroline’s task was for you to go commando. Are these boring pink panties all you’re wearing beneath your clothes, Elise?”

And then it hit her. Elise nervously looked back and forth between Kaitlyn and Caroline, both of them seeming to be in agreement. Her panties weren’t enough.

These awful eighteen year olds wanted her to remove her bra as well.

Part Twelve

Her bra.

The girls wanted her to take off her bra. 

Elise’s first instinct was to straight up refuse. Removing her underwear had ended up way worse than expected, now that Kaitlyn had basically inspected Elise’s panties and showed them off to the other girls, rather than merely adding them to the ever growing collection of clothes on the nearby desk.

But there was that recent condition. Elise had confirmed to the girls that she wouldn’t complain about anything. Did this count? As much as she disliked the idea, Elise could already hear the argument the girls would make if she refused. A bra isn’t that different from panties. She already removed one. What’s the problem with removing the other?

“Okay . . .” Elise muttered.

What choice did she have? If she backed out now, these first-years would have gotten all kinds of entertainment at her expense, and she would have nothing to show for it. Even worse, Kaitlyn and the others would have an excuse to hold onto that personal information that she still prayed they hadn’t perused yet.

“Be proper, little Elise,” Kaitlyn smiled. The wicked redhead couldn’t believe this. The first few tasks required a good amount of pressure before the blonde agreed to do as she was told. This latest addition to Caroline’s task seemed so easy in comparison. “Do you want to take your bra off for us?”

“I . . .” Elise hesitated, the warm blush returning to her cheeks. Once again, Kaitlyn phrased things in the worst possible way. But if she complained, it would only make things worse all over again. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” she sighed, answering in the style Kaitlyn was fishing for, “I want to take my bra off.”

“Go on, then. And try to be quick about it, Elise. We don’t have all day. Can you be quick for us, Elise?”

The blonde prefect held back a snappy retort to the first-year’s audacity and patronizing tone. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I can be quick.”

“Say the whole thing, Elise. What do you want to do? And how will you do it?”

“I want to take my bra off . . .” Elise repeated. More heat rose to her face as she said the mortifying words, “And I’ll take it off quickly.”

“We’ll see,” the redhead smirked. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a stopwatch. The action itself made Elise nervous, and she let out a light sigh of relief when it was something so innocent. Short lived relief, considering Kaitlyn’s next words. “You have 30 seconds, Elise,” she turned the watch around so Elise could see the numbers, “Starting . . . now!”

For a few seconds, Elise stared in shock. Kaitlyn hadn’t specified a punishment for failure, but the hint of a threat was enough to stop her from protesting the absurdity of a time limit. By the time she came to her senses, there were only 25 seconds left. 

Elise’s original plan involved the arduous process of taking the bra off while keeping the tightly fitted button-down on. But now, Kaitlyn had taken that option away, whether she had known Elise’s intentions or not. 

23 seconds. 

Unable to think clearly under the time pressure, Elise started scrambling to take the bra off. She had the good sense to turn around, but that was the best her logical brain could manage in the heat of the moment. Now facing away from the girls, Elise undid button after button on Anna’s shirt until the last one was undone.

“10 seconds!” Kaitlyn’s amused voice called from behind her. 

Elise barely had time to register the embarrassment of the shirt hanging loosely on her body. She was almost out of time! Abandoning the plan to hold onto the white dress shirt while completing her ‘task,’ the flustered prefect whipped the shirt off her shoulders and quickly pulled at the tight fabric still on her arms. Finally managing to get it off, she dropped it on the floor and immediately reached back to undo her bra.

All three girls watched in amusement and fascination as the slightly older girl stripped for them as quickly as possible. Elise’s long blonde hair didn’t quite hide the strap of the nude bra currently being undone and, as the prefect before them got the bra loosened, her entire bare back became exposed. Now that her victim was facing the opposite direction, Kaitlyn let herself fully smirk at the situation. 

Still scrambling, Elise rushed to pull the bra the rest of the way off of her arms, but couldn’t find it in herself to let go of the personal garment as easily as she dropped Anna’s shirt.

“Done!” Elise exclaimed. She held the bra out for a moment to show the three first-years that she had completed the task, then quickly moved her arms in to cross them over her chest. 

“Cutting it pretty close, Elise! Two seconds to spare,” Kaitlyn said. Like the previous few times the reluctant prefect removed a garment, the devious redhead rose from the comfort of her desk chair and crossed over to her. She pulled back Elise’s blonde hair, ignoring the faint flinch of surprise from her touch, “Turn around for me, little prefect.” Her words were gentle, but still with a hint of command.

Elise shivered, though she wasn’t sure whether it was from the cold or from Kaitlyn’s fingers running over her hair and grazing at her bare shoulders. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn . . .” she mumbled. Even in her current state of undress, she remembered to say the awful words. 

And, at Kaitlyn’s demand, the topless prefect turned around.

Part Thirteen

Elise couldn’t believe this was happening. How could she let things get so out of control? Upperclassmen prefects were discouraged from spending time in younger girls’ rooms, as that familiarity could make it difficult to maintain authority over the academy girls. And yet, here she was. Not just spending a prolonged amount of time in a first-year’s room, but standing there completely topless. 

The blonde prefect now faced the three girls. Kaitlyn still stood uncomfortably close, relishing the ever growing control she had over the older girl. 

“May I hold onto that for you?” the wicked redhead asked, giving a light tug on Elise’s nude bra. As if it were a question. 

Elise couldn’t help but listen. From her perspective, the only way out of this was to continue playing along. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn . . .” she mumbled, out of habit. Her arms remained firmly crossed over her bare chest, but she loosened her grip on the bra. 

Rather than snatching the bra like she did with so many other articles of Elise’s clothing, Kaitlyn slowly pulled at the bra until the blonde fully let go. “Good girl,” she smiled. Elise blushed, glancing down in embarrassment. Outside of changing in the locker room, she had never been this exposed in front of others before. Kaitlyn placed her index finger under the prefect’s chin, lifting Elise’s head until their eyes met, “Are you my good girl, Elise? Answer properly for me, okay?”

Kaitlyn was only eighteen. Why did her voice have so much authority? The extra inch or two of height the redhead had on Elise seemed so much more dramatic now that they were standing so close together, and Kaitlyn’s voice carried so much control. It didn’t help that the first-year was fully clothed and Elise was nearly naked. 

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise reluctantly replied, “I’m your good girl.” 

At the mortifying phrase, Elise’s cheeks turned beet red. Kaitlyn just gave her a soft smile, pretending like she didn’t notice. Her finger remained under the blonde’s chin, holding her so she had to keep her eyes up, “I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn,” the redhead corrected her.

“I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“Speak up, little prefect. What are you, Elise?”

Elise cleared her throat. She wanted to glance away, to look anywhere but Kaitlyn’s eyes, but she couldn’t manage to break away from the girl’s stern stare. “I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“What are you, Elise . . .?”

“I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said, more clearly.

“Yes you are, Elise,” Kaitlyn said. She kept the one hand firmly under Elise’s chin, using the other one to tuck a few strands of blonde hair behind her ear. “Whenever I ask that, you will answer properly. Do you understand?”

Elise wanted to argue, to flat out refuse. And yet, she couldn’t. Kaitlyn stared down at her with the most judgmental eyes, and yet spoke with the most gentle voice. The redhead’s demeanor and Elise’s nudity cast a spell that the prefect couldn’t seem to break. “I understand, Miss Kaitlyn,” she sighed. Echoing whatever the first-year said more and more easily in her vulnerable state of dress.

“And what are you, Elise?”

“I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn . . .”

“That’s better, Elise,” Kaitlyn smiled. She couldn’t believe how easy the prefect was making this for her. “Can you answer a few questions for me, Elise?” 

Deep down, Elise was still trying to resist. All of this was so inappropriate, and only seemed to be getting worse. But Kaitlyn kept making everything sound like it was no big deal, and arguing only got more difficult. Four more tasks. She only needed to do four more tasks, and this would all be over. Hopefully. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I can answer a few questions,” Elise hesitantly replied. Arguing would just drag things out.

“Do you change in the locker room with all the other girls, Elise? Answer properly. Full sentences, or this will take longer.”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I change with the other girls.”

“So other girls have seen you naked?”

Elise’s blush deepened. “It’s- it’s not like that,” she mumbled. The locker room was all about ignoring everyone around you and just changing yourself. It wasn’t like anyone stared at anyone else.

“Have you changed from a regular bra to a sports bra around other girls?” Kaitlyn sighed. Again, like Elise was being the difficult one.

“Yes,” Elise said. A long silence followed. Kaitlyn just stared at her expectantly. Right. ‘Proper responses,’ in the redhead’s words. “Yes, I’ve change bras around other girls.”

“And it wasn’t a big deal?”

“No.” Another pause. “No, it wasn’t a big deal.”

“What wasn’t a big deal, little Elise?”

“Umm . . . changing bras around other girls wasn’t a big deal.” Elise muttered. Again, technically true. She changed in the locker room every week day. But she didn’t like the direction Kaitlyn was taking this.

“Good,” Kaitlyn gave her a soft smile, though her gleaming eyes didn’t quite match the rest of her expression. “It’s just us girls, changing bras. No big deal. What are you, Elise?”

Elise didn’t want to say it, but she couldn’t find the words to protest. She was a topless prefect in a first-year’s dorm. She couldn’t have Kaitlyn getting mad at her at this point. “I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said, blushing for the umpteenth time.

“Yes you are, Elise.” Kaitlyn said. The slightly taller redhead slowly lifted her hands and gently placed them on the blonde’s wrists. “Now be a good girl. You’re not going to make a big deal out of nothing, are you?”

“I-” Elise’s voice caught in her throat.

Wrong. Inappropriate. Improper. The resistant thoughts rushed through her head, but they were drowned out by the first-years words. Fighting back would no doubt be making a ‘big deal out of nothing.' Fighting back would mean she had done all of this for nothing as well if she backed out now. 

It was just three girls. They changed in the locker room as well. They probably saw their fair share of breasts on accident, just like she had. Obviously this situation was different, but Elise managed to use it as justification in the heat of the moment. 

Just girls. Not a big deal.

“I won’t make a big deal out of nothing, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said.

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn nodded. She gave a light tug on Elise’s wrists, resisting every urge to smirk and break the dominant spell the prefect was under, “Is there something you want to show us, Elise?”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise mumbled. She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. The blonde’s blush deepened as she realized what the awful eighteen year old was guiding her to say. But it was too late. Kaitlyn already set her up so saying anything else would make her situation worse. Not realizing her actions would make things worse all on her own, Elise played along, “I want to show you my boobs . . .” 

Following Kaitlyn’s gentle tug, Elise slowly lowered her arms.

Part Fourteen

Anna and Caroline watched in fascination as their devious friend convinced the prefect before them to keep doing such improper things. This was SO exciting! Not only was Elise practically naked, but Kaitlyn managed to coerce the older girl to reveal herself. Unfortunately, the redhead’s body still blocked their vision, so they could only watch in suspended anticipation.

Meanwhile, Kaitlyn was thoroughly enjoying herself. This wasn’t the first girl she had stripped. Any time a girl crossed her at Edgewood, she was quick to put that girl in her place. But she had never done something like this with an older girl before, let alone a prefect. And never so calmly and slowly. Normally her plans involved stranding a girl naked in the locker room, or causing a skirt to fall down somewhere public. But Elise . . . the flustered blonde was willingly showing off more and more of her body. ‘Willingly,’ with a good amount of conditions and pressure, but willingly nonetheless. 

As she pulled Elise’s hands away, Kaitlyn got a perfect view of the blonde’s bare breasts. The perky 34Bs were just as pale as the rest of Elise’s body, her little pink nipples slightly hardened. No doubt from the cold of being undressed, or maybe from Elise’s touch as she covered herself up until now. 

The redhead was almost jealous, but managed to keep a calm expression. While Elise’s chest wasn’t quite as impressive as Kaitlyn’s, the prefect’s breasts looked annoyingly good when on display. Kaitlyn always thought her own looked much better while clothed or in a bra. She wasn’t quite as perky when fully topless, which was annoying at times. Obviously boys didn’t mind, as a topless girl is still a topless girl. But looking at the exposed blonde just reminded her of that mild annoyance about her own body.

Knowing she couldn’t stare forever, the controlling redhead brought her gaze back up to Elise’s face. “Good girl, Elise,” she smiled, bringing the prefect’s hands all the way down to her sides. “We’re all girls here, remember? Are you going to freak out and cover up?” 

“Umm . . .” Elise trailed off. How was this happening?? She was topless in front of a first-year. Totally topless. And ‘freaking out’ was one of the things Elise said she wouldn’t do. Or rather, that the manipulative eighteen year old suggested. It was getting difficult to remember things clearly.

She wouldn’t complain. 

She wouldn’t make a fuss. 

She wouldn’t be stuck up. 

She wouldn’t make a big deal out of nothing. 

She wouldn’t freak out.

Did all that outweigh the fact that she was topless? These were first-years! She was their prefect!

This was wrong. This was inappropriate. 

In the lingering silence following Kaitlyn’s last question, Elise desperately thought everything through, trying to be logical. Lightly blushing at the realization that her breasts were continually on display as Kaitlyn gently held her hands all the way down by her sides. And yet, she couldn’t find the strength to attempt to cover up. 

Somehow, Elise found a way to justify this mortifying turn of events: Kaitlyn already saw her boobs. The damage was done. The best she could do now was to make that exposure count.

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” she sighed, not thinking twice about the title that was already becoming a habit at this point.

“Answer properly, my little prefect,” Kaitlyn smiled, still gazing into Elise's eyes, “You won’t freak out?”

“I won’t freak out.”

“Miss Kaitlyn.”

“I won’t freak out, Miss Kaitlyn . . .”

“You won’t cover up?”

“I won’t cover up, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“You’re okay hanging out while topless?”

“I-“ Elise’s voice caught in her throat. She didn’t want to say it. It was wrong. But what choice did she have? She continued echoing the words, mumbling the awful phrase, “I’m okay hanging out while topless, Miss Kaitlyn."

The redhead leaned in and gave Elise a brief kiss on the cheek before she could shy away from the intimate gesture. “Good girl,” Kaitlyn whispered. She pulled back before Elise could potentially jerk her head from the unexpected kiss, and then made short work of exposing the blonde to the others. Kaitlyn knew she was pushing her luck with that last question, but she couldn’t resist. Letting go of Elise’s hands, the redhead scooped up Anna’s borrowed button-down on the floor where Elise dropped it in her haste to strip. Then she returned to her desk, adding the garments to the ever growing stack of clothes beside her.

Somehow, Elise managed to find the courage to keep her hands by her sides, even when she was reminded of the presence of the other girls in the room. Frozen by both nervousness and embarrassment from this whole situation, and the faint fear of things somehow getting even worse for her if she covered up. 

The two brunettes couldn’t help but gasp and stare. Elise. A prefect who normally did room inspections and enforced curfew for them. The slightly slutty clothes and the short lesbian kiss were one thing. Both were fun to watch and participate in, especially since it was a girl like Elise was doing it, rather than one of their peers. But now, the normally authoritative blonde now stood with her boobs blatantly showing. It was unreal. Aside from the amusingly short red checkered skirt, almost every inch of Elise's fair skin was on display. 

“Anna, my dear?” Kaitlyn said. She glanced over to the short brunette, a teasing lilt in her voice. “I believe it’s your turn! Do you have a task for Elise?” 

“Hmm,” Anna looked towards Elise in thought. It was impossible to not stare at the prefect’s bare breasts. I mean, they were right there. Totally on display. There was the obvious task, of course. Removing the skirt. But that was almost too easy, and Anna was nicer than Kaitlyn. The nearly naked prefect deserved a minute to breathe before being more exposed, as Kaitlyn would obviously find a way to do away with the skirt no matter what. “Oh, I’ve got one!” she exclaimed, thinking of something a little more creative. 

“Hold on,” Kaitlyn held up a finger before Anna could continue. “Elise. My little prefect. Are you ready for your fourth task? Answer properly.”

Elise desperately wished she could slam on the brakes. She almost spoke up and objected about it being Anna’s turn, since Anna would only be fourth if the tasks counted girl to girl. After all, Elise just stripped. To a timer, no less. Surely she was on task five or six. Looking back, however, she realized Kaitlyn managed to get her to do all of that for free. The third task was to go commando, bra included. Somehow, that escalated into stripping as quickly as possible, and then showing her boobs to all three girls. And yet, no task was ever mentioned. Even worse, she already agreed to keep her hands down.

The blonde nervously glanced down towards her bare breasts. She knew what they looked like. She saw them every day when putting on or taking off a bra. But seeing them in this context just made her blush all over again. Because she wasn’t topless in her room. She was topless in Kaitlyn’s room. In front of three eighteen year old girls, none of whom would ever respect her authority again.

Deep down, Elise knew she should call this off. Every second that passed just made her feel more exposed. And yet, she found herself reluctantly answering Kaitlyn instead. Blushing at the way the redhead kept addressing her in the most casually demeaning ways.

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise quietly said. Still glancing down at her bare chest. “I’m ready for my fourth task . . .”

Part Fifteen

Anna looked Elise over again and again. Her eyes constantly dropped to the prefect’s exposed chest. Not too big, not too small. No tan lines. Small pink nipples. It was strange seeing a girl in such detail. The short brunette had obviously seen glimpses of other topless girls in the locker room, but this was entirely different. This was a girl who was standing fully on display, not changing with her back turned and with her locker door blocking most of the view. 

Kaitlyn was an evil genius. To get a prefect to be so malleable, so obedient? It was crazy. Anna was so grateful to be friends with the redhead. Being enemies, or even a target, would be awful. 

‘I’m ready for my fourth task.’

Elise just said it. And it was Anna’s turn. She already thought through all the potential ideas the three of them tossed around in the hour before the prefect arrived. Nothing was set in stone, as it all depended on how things played out. But overall, things had gone fairly smoothly. Kaitlyn was right. Elise was too worried about her possessions to think clearly at first. And the deeper the hole she dug, the more difficult it would be to get herself out. 

While Anna constantly sought Kaitlyn’s approval, the brunette also felt a tiny bit nervous about bossing a prefect around like this. Kaitlyn assured Anna and Caroline they wouldn’t get in trouble. Their friend was amusingly wicked, but she was also fiercely protective. Kaitlyn wasn’t scared of the professors and administrators, and she would happily take all the blame for this if Elise ratted them out. Even so, Anna stuck to the more innocent tasks when it was her turn. Just in case.

“Okay, Elise,” Anna said, “Your fourth task is to go to dinner with us.”

Simple, and seemingly innocent, but Anna knew Kaitlyn would approve. The leader of their little gang already stressed the importance of prolonging Elise’s time with them. This task would ensure she stuck around until dinner, and then returned to their dorm afterwards to get her things back. It would then be up to Kaitlyn if she wanted to extend things beyond that.

Meanwhile, Elise was still nervously standing there topless. Every few seconds, her hands twitched at her sides, yearning to reach up and protect her bare chest. Even if it was just girls seeing her, it was still wrong. Wrong because it was indecent, wrong because she was a prefect, and wrong because it wasn’t like her at all. 

And yet, the blonde managed kept her hands at her sides, in the name of 'not freaking out.' In the name of protecting sensitive information about all the other first-years. Elise tried to ignore the fact that all three girls were blatantly staring at her. None of them tried to hide the fact that they were checking out all her exposed skin, and Kaitlyn’s confident smirk persisted the entire time.

Elise chose to focus on Anna. The one speaking and, more importantly, the one who wasn’t smirking at her. “Umm . . .” Elise hesitated at the question. On the one hand, she understood that dinner meant even more time with these girls. But on the other hand, it was a simple task. The prior one involved removing her undergarments, and in a not so graceful way. Dinner didn’t seem awful in comparison, especially considering that she’d be clothed. Hopefully in her own clothes again, rather than Anna’s. “Okay,” she replied, lightly blushing when she felt a tiny breeze tickle her chest.

“Say it properly, Elise,” Kaitlyn reminded her.

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said. She turned back to Anna, “Anna, I will go to dinner with all of you.”

Kaitlyn caught Caroline’s amused sideways glance. The blonde said ‘Yes, Miss Kaitlyn’ so quickly, and didn’t even seem to catch how effortlessly it came out. As usual, the redhead knew she could do so much more with such a seemingly simple task. “Elise,” she said, quietly and calmly, “You’re talking to Anna. Ask her to dinner, and ask her properly.”

“I-” Elise’s voice caught in her throat. Now the blush returned, a darker shade of red than the light pink that came from being totally topless. Kaitlyn was being obnoxious about her ‘crush’ and their kiss again. Fine. She would show Kaitlyn that none of this bothered her. “Anna, may I take you to dinner?” Elise asked. She tried it overly polite just for good measure.

Of course, that wasn’t good enough. Kaitlyn ‘coached’ her through a few more attempts, adding a number of incriminating and wildly untrue details. Even so, the redhead nonchalantly insisted they were known facts. The other girls nodded in agreement every time, making it sound like Elise was simply in denial of her own feelings. 

“What are you, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked near the end.

“I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise mumbled.

“Then prove it.” Kaitlyn said. She gestured towards the short brunette sitting on the bed nearby, “Take her hand and get it right, Elise. Be a good girl.” 

Deep down, Elise knew it was a bad idea. But on the surface, she couldn’t help but listen to Kaitlyn’s patronizing words. It seemed like the only way to ‘complete’ the task was to do it Kaitlyn’s way. She was so close. Once she said the mortifying words, there would only be three tasks left. 

Well, three tasks and dinner. 

Elise walked over to Anna and took the girl’s hand. She tried not to think about the fact that her bare breasts were now at eye level for both brunettes on the bed. “Anna,” Elise began. Just like with the kiss, Anna’s bubbly smile softened now that things were a little more ‘real.’ Before she lost her nerve, Elise continued. “I’ve had a crush on you for weeks. I can’t help but check you out whenever I see you. And when we kissed . . . I- I was the happiest girl in the world.” She could feel her cheeks burning. Kaitlyn’s words, Elise’s voice.“I’d like to ask you out on a date . . . May I take you to dinner, Anna?”

For a moment, the whole room was quiet. Even Kaitlyn, though she was no doubt waiting for Anna to come up with a response of her own. 

“It’s a date,” Anna winked. She squeezed Elise’s hand at the same time, giving that same cheery smile as she finally let go, “I can’t wait, Elise. Maybe I’ll even get a kiss at the end of the night!”

“Oh, she’ll kiss you,” Kaitlyn said, as if it was already decided, “But before your date, my little prefect still has some tasks to do for us!”

Part Sixteen

“My turn, little Elise!” Kaitlyn smiled. 

The awful ‘leader’ of the three girls had already turned Anna’s simple and innocent task into something so much worse. A more exaggerated confession of Elise’s nonexistent feelings for the cute brunette. But something told the exposed prefect that a task designed entirely by Kaitlyn would be much worse than one altered by her. 

Elise just waited patiently and silently, not knowing what else to say. Despite how long she stood topless, the urge to cover up was constantly there. It took all her effort not to wrap her arms around her exposed breasts and avoid the ogling of the three amused girls that got to sit comfortably fully clothed around her.

“By the way, my little prefect . . .” Kaitlyn said, “If you try to hide that cute little chest of yours, the punishment will be taking off your skirt. Understand?”

“But-” Elise stopped herself just in time. No arguing. No complaining. But it was like the wicked girl could read her mind. Then again, who wouldn’t be tempted to cover up if they were topless in such a way? She chose not to fight it. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise muttered. 

“Good girl. Now then, for your fifth task . . .” Kaitlyn trailed off. The redhead walked over to her closet and pulled out a small bag, followed by one of Elise’s binders. The prefect couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of relief at the mere sight of it. Until she learned what was next. “It’s time for surprise room inspections. For our whole common room.”

Elise’s jaw actually dropped. 

No. No way. No way in hell.

She would lose every ounce of authority if the seven other first-years in the pod of rooms saw her undressed the way she was. Listening to Kaitlyn’s every word. It’s not even that it was that many people, but she knew they would talk. That’s what girls did. By the end of dinner, at least half the university would have heard about her nudity and the reason behind it. 

“You know what to say,” Kaitlyn said. Her face was back to its serious expression, as if this was incredibly important. None of the smirking and smiling that normally came with her demands. The redhead strutted right up to her, holding out the binder, “Be a good girl, and you can keep the binder afterwards.” She held the binder out, and Elise couldn’t help but reach for it. It’s exactly why she was putting up with all this. For this binder and the other one. And all her other belongings, of course. “Ah, ah, ah,” Kaitlyn pulled the binder away right as Elise’s fingers grazed it. “If you’re going to be difficult, we’ll just shove you out of the room and lock the door behind you. No backpack. No binder." She paused to let those words sink in, "Now then, what do you say?”

And Elise said it. The words were almost effortless now that Kaitlyn had gotten her to say them so many times. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” The wicked first-year had her trapped anyway. There's no way she could fight off three girls at once. If the three of them were going to shove her out for being ‘difficult,’ she might as well take ‘control’ of the situation. Once again, Kaitlyn stood there silently, looking impatient. Elise took the cue, not realizing how easily the words were tumbling out of her mouth. “I’ll do room inspections right now.”

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn finally cracked a subtle smile. She handed Elise the binder, then walked back over to her desk. The feeling of the binder in her hands gave the prefect a sense of relief, despite the fact that every inch of her skin above and below the short skirt was on display. But she also realized Kaitlyn gave her the less important binder. This one was just day to day stuff like room inspections. The other one held the more important information. Elise was so distracted by the faint sense of relief that she hadn’t noticed Kaitlyn looting through the bag she had retrieved along with the binder. “But before we get started, you’ve got a choice to make.”

“What choice?” Elise nervously asked. Realizing her mistake, she quickly added on, “. . . Miss Kaitlyn?”

“Choose one.” Kaitlyn simply said. She held up two items, one in each hand. The first one was obvious, though Elise was appalled by the demeaning nature of it. A slim black collar. Kaitlyn clearly had no qualms when it came to humiliating her.

“What . . . what is that . . . ?” she asked, pointing to the other hand. A collection of shiny chains in Kaitlyn’s hand looked unfamiliar and a little bit daunting, but Elise still wanted to know before making a choice. The thought to deny both hadn’t even crossed her mind. 

“Oh, these?” Kaitlyn smiled. She held up the ends so Elise could see, “These are nipple clamps. You attach them to those cute pink nipples, and then . . .” she snapped the chains taut with her hands, “I can pull you around.”

“Kaitlyn, please-”

“MISS Kaitlyn. And are you complaining, my little prefect?”

Elise hesitated. The binder was in her hand. She was so close. “No, Miss Kaitlyn. I’m not complaining,” Elise said. She didn’t even realize how far Kaitlyn had conditioned her in terms of both words and obedience.

“Then choose,” Kaitlyn said. She turned to the other girls, showcasing the two items as well, “My older sister’s. She’s horrible at hiding things, so I helped myself last time I was home!”

“The- the collar . . . ” Elise managed to get out. Of the two, it was obviously the safest choice. 

“Properly, Elise.”

“The collar, Miss Kaitlyn,” she corrected herself. But it wasn’t enough. Kaitlyn had the prefect try again and again, closing the distance between them as she did so. “I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn. Will you please collar me?”

“There. Was that so hard?” Kaitlyn smirked. She stood right in front of Elise, content to take her time with the collar. Kaitlyn shifted Elise’s long blonde hair out of the way, made sure to graze her skin a few times as she positioned the collar, and even stepped a little closer just to make Elise nervous. 

Elise gasped as Kaitlyn tightened the collar. Not too tightly, but definitely enough so she could feel the leather touching her fair skin on almost every part of her neck. “Now you’re not just my little prefect, and my good girl,” Kaitlyn smirked, her hazel eyes gleaming as she stared the reluctantly obedient prefect down. The redhead gripped the collar and gave a sharp tug, pulling Elise forward.

She pressed her lips against the prefect’s ear, whispering in an exaggerated seductive tone. “Elise. You’re my pet.”

Part Seventeen

Kaitlyn’s pet? What did that even mean?

The binder in Elise’s hand gave her some sense of relief amidst her current state of undress, but the addition of the collar made her nervous and uncertain and confused. She had already ‘accepted’ doing room inspections while topless. That was already completely against her proper nature. But, as Kaitlyn had already figured out, the blonde definitely had a submissive side.

“Time for room inspections!” Kaitlyn stepped back and clapped her hands together. Before Elise had a chance to collect her thoughts, the redhead switched to a more eager personality, “Be a good girl and hop to it, Elise. If you’re not out there in ten seconds, you can do the inspections without Anna’s cute skirt on.”

Elise’s eyes widened. “Wait, Kaitlyn-” She started to say. Suddenly it wasn’t about whether or not she would do the room inspections, but how undressed she would be while doing them. As usual, Kaitlyn set things up so it seemed like she only had two bad options. 

“Miss Kaitlyn.” The redhead’s eyes narrowed, “Don’t mess it up again.”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise mumbled, taken aback by the harsh tone.

“Seven seconds. Six. Five.”

The blonde prefect scrambled to collect herself from everything that had happened in the last minute and quickly made it towards the door. As Kaitlyn reached “two,” Elise took a shaky breath and opened the door.

The common room before her made Elise regret her compliance completely. The thought of more first-years seeing her so exposed was nothing in the comparison to the reality of it. Now that it was closer to dinner, most of the girls had returned to their rooms at this point. 

There were five in the common room. Five. Five girls who were chatting, or doing homework, or studying with each other. At first, they glanced up like anyone would when a door opens nearby, but all five sets of eyes immediately noticed the unusual scene before them. The average girl would wear a towel from their room to the bathroom, or maybe their outfit if they were more self conscious. But this girl was standing with her pale breasts blatantly on display. 

“Oh my God!” One of the girls finally broke the silence. Because this wasn’t just any topless girl. This was their prefect. 

Elise instantly clamped her arms over her chest and tried to turn around. She couldn’t help herself. “What are you doing?!” “Where are your clothes?” “What’s going on?” The words cascaded over Elise so much that she couldn’t logically answer even one of them. Looking back, she couldn’t even remember how many steps it took for Kaitlyn and the others to undress her. Each task seemed so doable at the time, but the reality of her situation was only now sinking in. Because though the common room was secluded, it was still way more public than the privacy of Kaitlyn’s room. 

Unfortunately, the wicked redhead was ready for her. The moment Elise turned around, Kaitlyn was already standing behind her. “Elise! What did I say about covering?” Before Elise could even respond, Kaitlyn gave her a firm push and walked into the prefect in a way that made her take a few steps backwards. Caroline and Anna left the room right after their ‘leader’ did and closed the door behind them. 

“Kaitlyn, stop! Give me back my clothes!” Whatever trance Kaitlyn had put Elise under had all but vanished when the reality of her situation sunk in. She was almost naked! And she had…kissed a girl? Stripped herself? Said all those mortifying thing! Everything that had blurred together amidst her ‘tasks’ now came rushing back with far more clarity.

None of this was worth it. 

Elise would have been better off going straight to one of the faculty members when Kaitlyn stole her backpack, but her confident prefect side thought she could handle the disrespectful girls herself. Obviously she was wrong. 

“Miss Kaitlyn.” The redhead went for the same correction. “Elise, you’re being a bad girl. Apologize. Now. 

“No!” Elise exclaimed. She remembered now. Ever since stepping into Kaitlyn’s room, the redhead had refused to call her by the name that the academy’s policy enforced. And then she went so far as to take the title for herself. But Kaitlyn wasn’t a prefect. Elise was. And now that she was in front of so many first-years she was supposed to have authority over, she needed to take charge like she was supposed to. “Kaitlyn, enough. Let me back in. Give me my clothes. And-”

But that’s as far as she got.

And then Kaitlyn slapped her across the face.

Part Eighteen

Elise was stunned.

No one had ever slapped her before. Ever. And Kaitlyn hadn’t held back at all. Though Elise couldn’t see it herself, her pale cheek had a solid pink mark left from Kaitlyn’s harsh strike.

The curious and amused chatter around the room went completely silent. All the onlookers were just as stunned as Elise. A few of them had witnessed Kaitlyn’s antics before, but most had only heard stories. Until now.

“Elise!!” Kaitlyn had seemed a little bit annoyed before, but now she looked absolutely furious. Before the stunned prefect could properly recover, Kaitlyn slapped her just as hard a second time on the same cheek. “You said you would behave!”

Did she? Elise couldn’t even remember all the things she agreed to. Not while being slapped in front of a room of first-years. Not while wearing a skirt and nothing else. But the only way to block Kaitlyn would be to expose her chest. “Kaitlyn-”

“MISS Kaitlyn!” Kaitlyn swiftly reached forward and gave a sharp pinch to Elise’s exposed stomach, causing the unsuspecting girl to squirm. Elise had braced herself for another slap, but hadn’t expected Kaitlyn’s fingers and nails to dig into her lower skin for a second. With her arms firmly clamped over her chest, Elise had no way to defend herself from the slaps or the pinches.

“ . . . Miss Kaitlyn . . . ” Elise muttered, her cheeks darkening not just from the two slaps. What was she doing?? All of her proper instincts were screaming at her to take charge and punish the disrespectful girl. Or maybe to run. But how? The ‘logical’ side of her brain pushed back. How on earth could she take charge right now? Where could she run? Being topless in this common room was better than running topless through the academy halls. Did ‘freaking out’ like this cost her everything she had been working for? 

Elise was frozen, unable to look away from Kaitlyn’s harsh stare. Her cheek stung, and her face began to heat up from blushing as she noticed all the common room girls staring at her. “I’m sorry . . . ” Elise said. She was apologizing. Without a prompt. To the girl who just slapped her across the face. 

“I’m sorry, Miss Kaitlyn,” the stern redhead corrected her.

Elise echoed the words, feeling her face burn even more as she did so. She was now keenly aware of the ‘audience,’ but tried to tell herself it would be fine. Surprisingly, her prefect nature kicked in a little bit. Maybe if she could be brave and show the onlookers that none of this bothered her, then it would be better. Not even she believed the lie as she tried telling it to herself. This was way too much to handle for a somewhat reserved girl. Yet here she was.

“And what are you, Elise?”

“I’m your good girl, Miss Kaitlyn…”

“What else are you?”

“I’m . . . ” Elise’s voice caught in her throat. Inappropriate. Improper. Wrong. But she said it anyway. “I’m your pet, Miss Kaitlyn.” Embarrassing. Demeaning.

A few little gasps and whispers filled the room, but Kaitlyn was quick to take a step closer to the more and more submissive prefect. “Don’t listen to them. Listen to me, Elise.” Kaitlyn said. She slipped two fingers under the leather collar, pulling the blonde a little bit closer. “Are you going to be a good girl? Are you going to be my obedient pet? Or are you going to keep freaking out like a boring, stuck up girl . . . ?”

“I’m going to be a good girl,” Elise quietly replied. When Kaitlyn repeated her other question, Elise reluctantly added the second part. “I’m going to be your obedient pet, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“Good girl, Elise.” Kaitlyn said. She kept her grip on the collar, moving to whisper in the flustered prefect’s ear again. “Now show everyone your boobs.”

Elise blushed all over again at the blunt command, and stiffened a bit when Kaitlyn gave her ear a light nibble. But then the redhead let go of the collar and stepped away as if nothing had happened, moving to the side so everyone in the room had a good view of the topless blonde prefect. Elise’s hands were still wrapped around her chest, though her bare shoulders and midriff were constant reminders to the other girls that they already got a glimpse of Elise’s bare breasts before she covered herself up. A reminder that she didn’t have a bra on.

“Just a few quick ground rules, girls,” Kaitlyn spoke up before Elise could bring herself to expose her chest again. “If you didn’t hear, Elise is my obedient pet. She’ll do anything I say. Won’t you, Elise? Answer properly.”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise glanced away, “I’ll do anything you say.” Until I get my things back, she thought to herself. Though something told her Kaitlyn would delay that as long as she could. And degrade Elise as much as possible in the process.

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn smirked. “But for the rest of you…Elise is MY pet. That means no pictures. No videos. No touching her unless I give you permission. Follow the rules, and she’ll show you her boobs. Understand?”

As the room nodded and voiced their agreement, Elise couldn’t help but feel a little bit self conscious about her body. Even though she was more developed than almost every girl watching the scene with amused anticipation, she still couldn’t help but get embarrassed by the whole thing. Not to mention how casually Kaitlyn said 'she'll show you her boobs.' 

It wasn’t about size. It was about her being topless and everyone else being clothed. Kaitlyn compared it to girls changing in a locker room earlier, but this was different in every way. If she lowered her arms, she was basically giving every girl in the room permission to stare at her bare breasts. 

“Drop your arms, pet.” Kaitlyn commanded. 

No pictures. No videos. Just a room full of girls that were supposed to respect her under normal circumstances. Elise tried to focus on the first two. It was as much of a silver lining as she was going to get. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said. 

Blushing furiously, the submissive blonde slowly lowered her arms.

Part Nineteen

How had it come to this?

Elise stood near Kaitlyn’s door with her hands fully by her sides. Bare breasts on display. Pale, perky 34Cs. Small pink nipples. Every inch of smooth, soft skin above her waist was visible to the whole room. Anna’s skirt didn’t leave much of Elise’s legs to the imagination either. Her curves were nice, and her body was in shape, but that didn’t make a difference at the moment. All the blonde prefect could think about was how badly she wanted to bring her arms back up, or just turn away like she would in the locker room. Or just how badly she wanted clothes in general.

Her cheeks were still flushed from the constant demeaning and embarrassment, especially once the girls in the common room started giggling and chattering with each other, glancing back and forth between each other and the ‘show’ that Kaitlyn was putting on. Just by how much each one stared or glanced away every now and then, it was pretty clear which ones were a little embarrassed for her and which ones were more amused at their ‘stuck-up’ prefect in such a state of undress and reluctant obedience.

“Now, my pet. You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” Kaitlyn asked.

“Umm . . . ” Elise trailed off. That’s right. She was wearing a collar. For a moment, she had forgotten, but now she was fully aware of the leather accessory that made her feel even more degraded than the slaps or the rude words. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” What else could she say? Elise’s hands twitched by her sides. Part of her still wanted to cover up and make a run for it, but she couldn’t bear the thought of being seen sprinting across the academy to the completely opposite wing. Her own room never felt so far away. “I’ve been a bad girl.” The details of everything that had happened since she arrived in Kaitlyn’s rooms were now a huge blur, but she couldn’t deny the obvious fact. If she wanted this to end, she had to keep doing what Kaitlyn wanted. 

“Do you need to be punished, Elise?”

“Umm . . . ”

“Stop saying ‘umm,’ Elise. It’s not proper. Good pets don’t hesitate. Now apologize. Properly.” Kaitlyn glared. She stepped forward so Elise could see her while her body was still bared to the rest of the room. Stern expression. Hand on hip. Kaitlyn took that same harsh tone from before. The combination of everything made the dominant redhead seem so much older and mature than eighteen. 

“I’m sorry, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise said. She hadn’t even started the fifth task yet! How long was Kaitlyn going to drag this out? 

“Have you been a bad girl, pet?”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’ve been a bad girl.”

“And you need to be punished?”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I need to be punished,” Elise mumbled. The surrounding girls were watching in awe as the normally composed prefect was still standing with her upper half totally exposed and saying such things with no argument.

“Because . . . ?”

“Because I’ve been a bad girl . . . ”

“The whole thing, pet.”

“I-” Elise kept internally wincing at the demeaning nickname, but knew that wasn’t a battle she could even begin to fight right now. Keeping her arms by her sides and the urge to argue at bay was enough of an effort. She needed to move this along. “I need to be punished because I’ve been a bad girl, Miss Kaitlyn.”

Music to Kaitlyn’s ears. The prefect really was submitting! Part of her expected more fight from the blonde once she was in front of so many other girls. “Do you remember what I said would happen if you covered yourself, Elise?”

No! No, not that. Now that Kaitlyn said it, Elise immediately remembered the threat of losing her skirt. Her current state of undress was making it difficult to keep track of things. The threat was actually meant to get her out the door, but Kaitlyn assumed correctly in that Elise would mix things up while flustered.

“Kaitlyn, please-” 

SLAP. “Miss Kaitlyn,” the redhead struck her un-slapped cheek.

Elise could feel her eyes water from the sharp strike. The slap connected perfectly and made a satisfying sound for Kaitlyn and all those observing. For Elise, it seemed to heighten the pain and obedient shock that came with it. “Miss Kaitlyn!” Elise immediately corrected herself. She didn’t even think about doing anything else but obeying as Kaitlyn glared down at her. That one inch height gap felt taller every minute. Elise really didn’t want to be slapped again. At Kaitlyn’s insistence, Elise was apologizing to the cruel girl, rather than trying to chastise her. “I’m sorry, Miss Kaitlyn. It won’t happen again.” It was way too late to do anything else but submit.

“It better not, Elise.” Kaitlyn snapped. “You’re my pet. In fact, you’re no longer my little prefect while you’re dressed like this and being such a bad girl. Tell me you’re not a prefect, Elise.”

“I’m . . . I’m not a prefect, Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise repeated. For some reasons, the words almost made sense, despite the illogical nature of them.

“And what are you, Elise?”

“I’m your pet, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“Good girl. For once,” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “Now then, tell me what I said would happen if you covered your boobs like a bad girl.”

“ . . . I would lose my skirt, Miss Kaitlyn . . . ” Elise flushed at the very idea. Even if it was all girls, that was still her most private area. She had accepted as best she could that her breasts were on display for anyone who wanted to look and would continue to be so for the foreseeable future, but her lower region was SO much more personal.

“That’s right, pet. Care to drop your skirt for us, or would you like a different punishment instead?”

Deep down, Elise knew. She knew that whatever Kaitlyn had in mind would somehow be worse than full nudity. But she couldn’t help herself. She needed to keep the last shred of clothing she had on. With no underwear currently on, losing Anna’s skirt would leave her with nothing. “I’d like a different punishment, Miss Kaitlyn. Please.”

“Very well, pet,” Kaitlyn smirked, “But if that’s the case, you’ll have to earn it.”

Part Twenty

Warm.

That was Elise’s first thought. Just like when Kaitlyn held her wrists, or her neck, or any other of the little touches from before. Kaitlyn’s hands were noticeably warm on her skin, and Elise felt her cheeks heat up as those warm hands rested on her bare chest. Elise basically had a constant blush since walking out into the common room. The degree of darkness was the only thing that varied. 

“You’re so soft, little Elise,” Kaitlyn smiled. She resisted the urge to look down at Elise’s 34Bs for now. There would be plenty of time for that in a moment. Instead, she trained her hazel eyes on Elise’s, thinking through how she would best fluster the girl with her hands, “Should I squeeze too?”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn . . . ” Elise mumbled. She had assumed from the start that squeezing would be part of it, but of course Kaitlyn was going to make her specify between touching and squeezing first. After a long silence while Kaitlyn merely rested her hands on Elise’s chest, Elise answered ‘properly’ like she had been slowly conditioned to do whenever Kaitlyn asked something. “Please squeeze my boobs, Miss Kaitlyn.”

“Look at me, Elise. And tell me what you are.”

“I’m-” As the blonde prefect before her began speaking, Kaitlyn gave a long, slow squeeze to both of Elise’s breasts. Kaitlyn guessed that something like this would forever burn in the slightly older blonde’s memory, so she decided to make the most of it. Not only would it be a girl groping at her chest, but now Elise would be looking at Kaitlyn’s smirking expression and confessing what she was, all during the very first time she was touched like this. 

“-your pet . . . ” Elise partially gasped the last word as Kaitlyn’s hands slowly grasped her bare breasts. Ever the proper girl, Elise had never really touched herself like that before. She had adjusted her boobs when putting on a bra or swimsuit, and had, of course, washed her chest daily in the shower, but Elise always thought ‘exploring’ her body to be somewhat improper. Ever since developing, she never found the courage to squeeze at her own chest, and now another girl was giving her that experience instead. 

“That’s right, Elise. You’re not a prefect. You’re a pet. MY pet.” Kaitlyn kept her eyes trained on Elise’s nervous emeralds. After the first squeeze, she gave a few deep massages with her fingertips, then gave another firm squeeze. “Now be a good girl, Elise. Hold still and be quiet.”

And then Kaitlyn explored. Fully explored. Kaitlyn had only messed around with one other girl up until this point, and that was fully clothed and rather tame compared to this. With Elise essentially her obedient doll, Kaitlyn took the opportunity to grasp and grope and squeeze in every possible way. Hard squeeze, soft squeezes; some slow, some fast and sharp. Between squeezes, she massaged the tops of Elise’s B cups with her fingertips and gave some pressure with her thumbs at times as well. Kaitlyn let her eyes roam down to the girl’s soft, pale skin, getting a perfect view of how the blonde’s breasts shifted in her hands.

It quickly became apparent that the exposed prefect was insanely sensitive when it came to her breasts. Maybe it was her general inexperience, or maybe it was just her body. Every time Kaitlyn gave too hard a squeeze or playfully pinched at Elise’s nipples, the girl stiffened and sharply inhaled through her nose, all while subtly wincing in an amusing way. To Kaitlyn, at least, and maybe some of her audience members. But when Kaitlyn gave the more slow and deliberate squeezes, or ran her thumbs over Elise’s little pink nipples, the sensitive girl would twitch and softly gasp. No matter how hard Elise tried to hide it, it was perfectly clear which sensations turned the girl on, even if she would never admit it. 

“So, my pet . . . ” Kaitlyn gave a few of the more effective squeezes, carefully watching and listening to Elise’s reactions. Rather than alternate between motions, Kaitlyn tried to catch Elise off guard from a previous reaction, wondering if she could elicit a moan between breaths. “If you like this, and you like this…” Kaitlyn assertively ran her thumbs over Elise’s nipples, causing the obedient girl to shiver, “Then you’ll really like this.” In one smooth motion, Kaitlyn squeezed Elise’s breasts in what she guessed would be the absolutely perfect way, ending the motion with another teasing rub over her pink nubs. 

Elise couldn’t help herself. As awkward and humiliating as the situation was, her body was completely betraying her. She had managed to avoid any yelping or squirming from the more harsh motions, and had certainly suppressed the things she felt from the noticeably good spots, but Kaitlyn's last action combined too many pleasurable feelings at once. Elise had kept her mouth clamped shut ever since the first audible gasp she made, but that didn’t stop the faint moan from escaping through her throat in response to what Kaitlyn's hands did. 

“ELISE!!!” Kaitlyn slapped her left breast. Hard. Whatever momentarily pleasure the first-year had brought her vanished immediately, and was replaced by an awful stinging sensation.

It was almost more offensive and painful than the slap across her face. But before Elise had a chance to recover from being groped for a full minute or two, or from the disrespectful strike on one of her most private places, Kaitlyn said something that made Elise wish that the redhead had kept on slapping her boobs instead. 

“Jesus, Elise! I knew you were a lesbian, but I didn’t realize girls excited you that easily…”

Part 21

Elise froze.

That's . . . that's not . . .

How could Kaitlyn say that?? It was one thing for Elise to 'confess' her feelings about Anna in private, and to give the short brunette a peck, but this . . .

No one had ever called her the L word before, and certainly not so bluntly. No one had even asked. Elise had always been into guys, which of course meant that she stayed single at an all girls school. She was too busy as a prefect and as a model student to try to date outside school hours.

The constant pink on her cheeks turned into full on red as the 'audience' of girls gasped and whispered to each other. 

This couldn't happen. 

It wasn’t that Elise harbored any negative thoughts about non-straight sexuality, but this was an all girl school! If word got out about this, and something told Elise that it would, then everything would change. Room inspections. Changing in the locker rooms. Everyone would look at her differently.

And yet Elise stayed speechless. She was dumbfounded that Kaitlyn would do such a thing to her. Somehow, this was worse than being physically exposed. 

By the time Elise came back to reality, Kaitlyn had already stepped away to give everyone a good view again, and was halfway through an explanation to the first-year girls. " . . . and that's how I figured it out. I've never met someone who stares at boobs so much. She's more obvious about it than most horny guys are. Oh! And she also confessed her huge crush on Anna earlier. Maybe it's because Anna's so cute, or maybe little Elise just likes the risk of liking a girl she's not supposed to be with."

"It's true!" Anna giggled. The short brunette lightly blushed as well now that the attention was on her, and maybe a bit from receiving an offhand Kaitlyn compliment. Either way, Anna didn't seem to mind adding to the gossip. "Elise said she's been crushing on me for weeks!”

"Anna was a good sport and kissed her a few times earlier, but I don't know if it's meant to last," Kaitlyn shrugged.

"Maybe if she's a reeeeeally good girl!" Anna grinned. Then she walked over and kissed Elise's cheek before moving back to her place by Caroline's side.

"Caroline, want to even her out with the other cheek?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Oh . . . sure, I guess," Caroline said. From what Elise knew about the taller brunette, and from the nonstop disaster of an afternoon, Caroline was more content to be an audience member than a participant. Still, the more quiet girl would never say "no" to Kaitlyn. Nor would the rest of these girls after today, most likely. Caroline stepped up and crossed to Elise's opposite side, planting a kiss on Elise's more tender cheek, the one Kaitlyn had already slapped a few times.

Elise was still frozen and stunned. If she tried to argue or even move, Kaitlyn would just slap her face or her chest, or add more punishments. And how could she argue? She had kissed Anna, and she had confessed her feelings. While she was basically blackmailed to do so, it didn't change the fact that there were multiple witnesses from Kaitlyn's room to verify it. And her dark blush could easily be interpreted as embarrassment from being 'outed' in front of all these girls.

The poor prefect finally managed to find her voice. "Kaitlyn . . . "

SLAP.

The cruel redhead had moved away during her explanation, but she instantly closed the distance and struck Elise across the face on the same cheek as before. Kaitlyn was right handed, and preferred to use that one for a harder slap. While Elise was reeling from the blow to her cheek, Kaitlyn immediately followed it up by slapping her previously unslapped breast. 

"Elise!" Kaitlyn glared at her, resisting the urge to smile when she saw the blonde's gaping expression from the two slaps, "Bad girl!"

"M-Miss Kaitlyn . . . " Elise corrected herself, almost trembling in front of the girl. Kaitlyn's extra inch of height had never seemed more daunting, and whatever bravery Elise found in trying to deny her false sexuality vanished completely as Kaitlyn stared her down after the two painfully hard slaps. "I'm sorry," she muttered, glancing away, "It won't happen again."

SLAP.

This time, on the first boob from a little earlier. Elise sharply inhaled, gasping from the awful feeling and the lingering stinging that followed. "Look at me when you speak, pet."

"Yes, Miss Kaitlyn." Elise mumbled. She felt any last remnants of control slipping away as Kaitlyn punished her again and again for the smallest mistakes. Elise realized, more than ever, that she needed to be obedient. It was the only way to get out of this. 

Kaitlyn made her repeat the apology, this time while looking right into her cold hazel eyes. And then the dominant redhead made things worse, as always. "You like girls, Elise. What does that make you . . . ?"

And then she stepped away again.

Elise looked at the five seated girls who had all gone completely silent when Kaitlyn slapped her, and she became all too aware of her bare chest all over again. Even so, she managed to keep her hands by her sides. Obedient. She needed to be obedient. A good girl. Kaitlyn's pet. Anything to get her clothes back, her prefect materials back, and hopefully a little bit of her dignity as well. So Elise did as she was told, praying that she could undo the damage later.

"I'm a lesbian, Miss Kaitlyn . . . "

Part 22

“There you have it, girls,” Kaitlyn said. “Though it’s always been pretty obvious, hasn’t it? Just make sure you don’t leave your bras and underwear around when Elise is doing room inspections. Unless you want to be noticed, of course.” Kaitlyn let the giggling from her teasing comment die out, then moved on. “Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, I believe little Elise still needs to be punished. Don’t you, pet?”

Elise knew what she had to say. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” She caught herself just in time, managing to answer ‘properly’ before likely getting slapped again. “I still need to be punished.”

“Why is that, Elise?”

“Because- because I covered myself up . . . ” Elise said. She had almost forgotten the reason after everything else Kaitlyn had just put her through. And, at the redhead’s insistence, she said the whole thing like usual. “I need to be punished because I covered up my boobs.”

“Your bare boobs.” Kaitlyn corrected her. Anything to make the prefect's embarrassment a little worse. Once Elise repeated the same thing with the small difference, Kaitlyn continued. “That’s right. Good girls get to cover up, Elise. Hell, good girls get clothes for that matter. But you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”

Elise blushed furiously. This wasn’t happening to her! She was a good girl. Every day of her life. But now a disrespectful first-year, of all people, was saying the opposite in the most judgmental tone. And there was nothing Elise could do about it. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’ve been a bad girl,” Elise repeated.

“And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Kaitlyn said. She gestured for Caroline to come forward, and Elise watched in frozen disbelief as the brunette handed over the chains that Elise had refused in favor of a collar earlier. “Ah, you remember these. I know you had your eyes on them earlier,” Kaitlyn smirked. Elise knew that the onlooking girls would take that the wrong way, as usual. “What are they called, Elise?”

“N-nipple clamps . . . ” Elise said. It was as if someone else was answering for her, as part of her knew saying it out loud would verify her familiarity with them. But it was getting more and more difficult to fight the obedience that Kaitlyn was nurturing.

“That’s right. Though I can’t believe you carry around clamps and a collar in your everyday backpack.” 

That one got the other girls even more chatty. They giggled and whispered to themselves more noticeably than when Elise first walked out of Kaitlyn’s room, and for good reason. The lesbian thing was surprising, but not all that rare at an all girl’s school where a lack of guys led to more exploration than other schools might. However, learning that a normally proper and strict girl owned and carried around such things was something else entirely. 

Elise couldn’t find her voice in time, and Kaitlyn just continued. “The good news is, these will cover those little pink nipples you so desperately wanted to hide earlier,” Kaitlyn said. She might have doubted herself before while thinking on the fly in front of an audience, but now she was riding the high of being in control. “The bad news is, everyone here will see just how secretly kinky you really are.” Kaitlyn snapped the chains for effect as she stepped right in front of Elise again. “Anything to say, my pet? Or are you going to ask for your punishment properly? For me to put on your little chains?”

‘Say something. Say anything.’ Elise tried desperately to think of anything that might fix the situation, but denying Kaitlyn’s words would be just as bad as denying her own alleged sexuality. Nipple clamps were better than being rudely and painfully slapped on her boobs again. Probably. She reminded herself that playing along perfectly was the quickest and easiest way to be done with all this. “Please put on my nipple clamps, Miss Kaitlyn.” She felt her cheeks warm up all over again, especially since Kaitlyn could fully smirk at her now that her back was turned to the other girls.

“You’re really not a prefect, are you?” Kaitlyn quietly asked, meeting Elise’s emeralds with her hazels, “You’re my obedient pet. And you’re a kinky little lesbian. Now hold still, Elise.”

Elise tried her hardest to put on a brave face and ignore Kaitlyn’s words. As exposed and obedient as the devious redhead had managed to get her, she still had some fight left, hard as it was to show it. If she didn’t keep a little dignity now, these girls would never respect her again. Though she asked for the punishment with no resistance, Elise at least planned on acting like the clamps didn’t bother her. Or would that make it seem more like she was used to them from owning them? Shit. Elise normally didn’t swear, even internally, but the total lack of control and lack of a good plan out was getting to her. She nervously watched as the smirking redhead before her brought the black rubber tips of the alligator clamps to her pink nipples.

Kaitlyn, of course, had done plenty of research. The moment she found her older sister’s stash of kinky toys, she dove into the darkest corners of the internet. When it came to school, research was a chore. But when it came to promiscuity? The hours breezed by and every answer just unlocked three times the amount of questions. Kaitlyn had tested both clamps and collar on herself in the privacy of her single room a number of times, but those experiences were hers to keep. “I read you should clamp farther back, as pinching right on the nipple is worse.” Kaitlyn said. She still stood face to face with Elise, but spoke loudly enough so the rest of the room could get a mini lecture in the process. “But I bet you use these a lot, Elise. So let’s see just how sensitive you are, my pet.” She waited until Elise met her eyes again, then gave one last reminder. “If you make a single noise, I will drop your skirt to the floor. Nod if you understand, pet.”

Elise reluctantly and nervously nodded. The whole point of this punishment was to avoid dropping her skirt. Now, more than ever, she had to listen to Kaitlyn and not make a sound. But she also had no idea how this would feel.

After a long, silent stare, Kaitlyn then spoke quietly again, this time only for Elise and her nearby crew. “If it hurts too much, kiss Anna. Your crush’s lips should make you feel better, and I’ll know to release you.” Kaitlyn placed the slim chain against Elise’s hand and waited until the blonde gripped the metal. “If you like how it feels, give yourself a tug. Nod if you understand, pet.”

As usual, Kaitlyn framed things in the worst way possible. Not ‘if it hurts’ or ‘if it doesn’t hurt.’ Instead, she made it sound like anything short of pain would be pleasure. But Elise knew better than to argue at this point. The awful first-year already had her standing topless with her hands by her sides. Not playing along would only make things worse. So she resolved herself to endure whatever awkwardness or pain the clamps would bring. Under no circumstances would she kiss Anna in front of so many people. Especially not after just ‘confessing’ to being a lesbian.

So Elise nodded again. Obedient or not, she wouldn’t break. Not to a girl like Kaitlyn.

“Good girl.” Kaitlyn smiled. She took a tiny step forward, brushing the rubber against Elise’s nipples.

Part 23

“Not a sound, pet.” And with no more hesitation, Kaitlyn attached both clamps.

It was too much.

Kaitlyn had said that clamping right on the nipples was worse, but Elise was too prudish and vanilla of a girl to truly understand the meaning of those words. And, on top of that, she was entirely unaware that Kaitlyn had adjusted the tightness a bit to make the whole experience more painful than it normally would be. 

The pinching/clamping sensation was new, awkward, and uncomfortable. But, more than anything, it was painful. Elise winced the moment the clamps were attached to her sensitive nipples, and it was only Kaitlyn’s stern face before her that ensured she suppressed the reflexive sound that was forming in her throat. 

“Does it feel as good as usual, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. She couldn’t help but smirk as the stuck up blonde prefect was now not only wearing a collar, but also these slutty chains to further ‘enhance’ her topless state. “Give yourself a little tug if it does.”

Elise couldn’t. 

Every second that her nipples were being pinched in such an awful way felt like eternity. Pulling on the slim chain in her hand would be unbearable. She couldn’t bring herself to follow Kaitlyn’s order, but she also couldn’t bring herself to take the clamps off herself. The smirking redhead before her had instilled enough fear about being further exposed or demeaned that Elise knew better than to break another rule. 

Kaitlyn was the only one who could take the clamps off.

But to do that . . . Elise would need to kiss Anna. Again. This time, in front of everyone.

Both options were horrible. And, on top of that, Elise couldn’t speak without Kaitlyn or one of her two conspirators yanking down her skirt. No way to negotiate. No underwear to hide what was beneath the short skirt.

Elise knew she didn’t have a lot of time to decide. Painful as it was, she was actually leaning towards giving herself a tug until Kaitlyn spoke again. “Go on, my pet. Since you like them so much, you can keep them on during room inspections.”

It snapped Elise out of her deliberation, and she knew what she had to do. Nervously, and once again blushing furiously, Elise walked over to Anna. There was no way she could tolerate the clamps for multiple minutes at a time. And there was no way she was going to display her most private region for the first time. Kaitlyn had done a lot, but Elise wouldn’t let her get away with that. 

“Yes?” Anna giggled. The short brunette was lightly blushing herself. She didn’t have the confidence or bravado of Kaitlyn, but at the same time, didn’t seem to mind the attention or what was about to happen. 

Just do it. The same words Elise told herself the first time she kissed the girl. Grimacing, and ignoring the gasps and whispers around the room, Elise closed her eyes and leaned in for another kiss with Anna. 

Just like before, it was short. A tiny peck, this time with no physical contact at all outside of their lips briefly touching. Before, the private room had been quiet and amused by such an image. But in the common room, the response mostly comprised of sighs and groans from all the girls. 

“Not much feeling, was there?” Kaitlyn said, “Don’t worry, Elise. You’ll do better next time.” With that, she gestured for Elise to walk back over. True to her word, Kaitlyn promptly removed both clamps at once.

Elise never thought she would be so relieved for her nipples to be on display. The free feeling was infinitely better than how the tight, rubber clamps felt. She was grateful Kaitlyn hadn’t dragged things out like she had done for most of the other tasks, but the point about ‘next time’ still didn’t sit well.

“Remember what I said about covering, Elise? Speak.” 

‘Um,’ Elise thought it, but just barely managed to catch herself. At the question, Kaitlyn had stepped away with the clamps, leaving Elise displayed in just Anna’s small skirt and collar. “Only good girls get to cover up, Miss Kaitlyn . . . ” Elise muttered. As usual, she justified things in her head. All the staring girls had already seen her boobs. Trying to cover at this point would only make things worse. 

“That’s right, my pet.” Kaitlyn said. She gave a long pause, allowing all the girls to take in the continued scene of their prefect baring herself in the middle of the common room. Pale skin, bare 34Bs getting a little perkier from the lack of clothes, and way more thigh showing than usual due to how Elise was wearing Anna’s skirt, “Now then, are you going to be a good girl?”

Elise bit her tongue in regards to all the other things she wanted to say other than the ‘proper’ three words. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” She had never felt so mortified and so indignant at the same time. “I’m going to be a good girl.”

“I hope so.” Kaitlyn said. She held out the nipple clamps in front of her, letting the chains dangle for show. “Well, it seems like I don’t know how your little toys work, Elise.” Now that she was facing the room, Kaitlyn refrained from smirking, and managed to keep a more casual expression in front of all her first-year peers as she bossed around their prefect. “So this time, my pet, you’re going to put these on yourself.”

Part 24

Shit. SHIT.

Despite her outward submissive demeanor, Elise was still at war with herself within. She couldn’t decide which was worse: having her boobs bared in front of the girls who were supposed to respect her, doing Kaitlyn’s bidding in front of everyone, or having most of the room think that she owned such kinky toys. Not only was Elise inexperienced in general, but she was also the kind of girl who would probably be super vanilla even when she did start exploring. 

Her reputation was crumbling, yet those same justifications kept surfacing. Kaitlyn could easily strand her naked right now. If Kaitlyn passed around those binders, Elise could get in serious trouble with the administration. It wouldn’t matter how it was stolen, and Elise was the one who foolishly handed over her backpack with barely a second thought. At the end of the day, she would be blamed. And then there was the fact that Elise had done so much already. Changed and stripped and kissed and let herself be treated with so much disrespect by these younger girls. 

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” Elise muttered. 

Just like before, now wasn’t the time to fight. Once she was clothed, she could try to wrestle control back, and take what would no doubt be a loooong journey to earn authority back from this particular common room of girls. For now, she would continue playing along with Kaitlyn’s cruel game. 

Her face basically a constant blush at this point, Elise fiddled with the unfamiliar chains until she was pinching both of the clamps open with her thumbs and index fingers. Kaitlyn’s words and the fresh memory of how awful they felt on the tips of her nipples were enough for Elise to be careful about her placement. Glancing down at her bare boobs, she carefully clamped the kinky accessories slightly behind the tips of her pink nubs; as far back as she could while still having them securely attached.

Though it was still wildly uncomfortable, the pinching on one of her most private areas at least felt less painful than before. However, staring at her boobs just brought on a new wave of embarrassment when she could see her exposed and now somewhat slutty appearance. It must have been how everyone else in the room must be viewing her, save for Kaitlyn and her crew.

“Ah, so that’s where you like them,” Kaitlyn commented, “I still can’t believe you carry these around with you every day.”

Elise opened her mouth to protest against the repeated lie, but managed to stop herself. A stern glare from Kaitlyn and a subtle lift of her hand was enough to put her back in her place. Kaitlyn clearly had no hangups about slapping an authority figure, at least one so similar in age.

“Good girl.” Kaitlyn said. “You only speak when I say ‘speak,’ remember?”

Elise just nodded, blushing again at the giggling that followed Kaitlyn’s mortifying words. Now that Elise’s hands weren’t busy putting nipple clamps on herself, Kaitlyn handed the binder back to her as a small ‘reward’ for behaving. But that didn’t relief didn’t last long. The moment Elise took the binder, Kaitlyn used that hand to grip the chain and gave a sharp pull. “Let’s go, Elise. It’s time for room inspections!”

“Mm-” Elise winced at her breasts and nipples being treated in such a way, but managed to keep her lips tightly sealed. Instead, she reluctantly obeyed Kaitlyn and briskly followed to avoid another tug.

That’s right. Room inspections. 

That was supposed to be her fifth task, but Kaitlyn had somehow stretched that out into rules and punishments that made the first four tasks pale in comparison. Putting on a collar. Getting slapped in the face. Not being allowed to cover. Having her boobs both groped and slapped. Being portrayed as a lesbian and a secretly kinky girl. Nipple clamps. All for a single task, and all done in a way that made it impossible to fight back until it was too late.

And there Elise was. Swallowing her pride and being obedient.

However, Kaitlyn also knew that piling on so much to one task was bound to take its toll. She was clever enough to know when to back off, so the room inspections were actually rather painless, save for a little tug on Elise’s chains whenever she dawdled. Just like normal, Elise flipped open her binder and went from room to room and marked down how the girls did. As normal as it could be, of course, considering all she wore above her waist was a slim black collar and matching chains. Another anomaly was her silence, as she’d often give the girls pointers on how to improve for next time. This time, however, Elise guessed that not saying anything was the thing to do, considering Kaitlyn’s rules about not speaking unless being told to do so.

It only took a few minutes, though moving around the common room meant that every girl in the ‘audience’ got a good view of both Elise’s breasts and her bare back as Kaitlyn led her from room to room. Kaitlyn saved her private room for last, guiding Elise back to the same position the two of them started in - facing the common room, with Anna and Caroline flanking just behind them.

Now that it had been a few minutes, and now that Kaitlyn had given a handful of tugs here and there, Elise’s clamps felt more uncomfortable than when she first put them on. But not enough to risk being slapped in the face again. She just had to pray that they’d be off once inspections were done. 

Kaitlyn, of course, had other plans.

“Alright, girls. Show’s over!” The groans of unhappiness were music to her ears. The whole point of this part of the afternoon had been to both humiliate Elise and to earn some attention for herself, and she had definitely achieved both. But Elise’s breasts still looked good when bared, and not even the nipple clamps had done enough to satisfy her need for petty ‘revenge’ against them.

“But first,” Kaitlyn smirked, “We’re going to let Elise know how we feel about her waltzing in here every week and judging our rooms.”

Part 25

*Click*

In one deft motion, Kaitlyn pulled Elise’s hands behind her, grabbed the handcuffs from Caroline’s hands, and bound them together. Elise didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late. “Wait! Wait, wait, wait!” she gasped. She thought Kaitlyn was just being obnoxiously rough again, but the cool metal on her wrists made her worried all over again.

“Elise! Obedient pets don’t talk!” As punishment, Kaitlyn unzipped the back of Elise’s skirt. Well, Anna’s skirt. For once, Elise was happy she was wearing a piece of the smaller girl’s uniform. It may have showed off more thigh, but it didn’t immediately fall down when unzipped. “Something to say?” she hissed in Elise’s ear. 

The bound blonde just frantically shook her head left and right. “Good girl!” Kaitlyn exclaimed, breaking the momentary intense spell. “I guess you’re just not to using these outside the bedroom!” 

The five common room girls had giggled a bit at Kaitlyn’s bold ‘fact’ about obedient pets, but the reminder that Elise was a super kinky girl when she wasn’t acting all stuck up brought on a whole new wave of whispers and giggles. And then the worst thing happened. Two more girls walked in from the outside hall.

“Oh my God! Is that Miss Elise?!” One of them immediately exclaimed. 

Elise's pink cheeks turned crimson at the appearance of two more first-years. They weren’t even around for the build-up. They just arrived to see her fully topless, collared, clamped, cuffed, and showing way more leg than usual on top of all that. ‘Kaitlyn!’ is all Elise thought, but the loose skirt around her hips was enough to keep her lips sealed. 

“Girls, take a seat! Someone catch them up, okay? Elise and I need to have a little chat.”

That wasn’t a good sentence. As the two new girls got settled, Kaitlyn swiveled on her heel and gripped Elise’s slim black collar, using the other hand to grab one boob. “You’re close, pet.” Kaitlyn said. To punctuate the thought, she gave a firm squeeze, then unclamped the one breast. “Two more tasks, and dinner, remember?” Shifting her hand to the other breast, Kaitlyn mirrored the squeeze, removing the other clamp.

That’s right. Tasks! Honestly, she had completely forgotten about how all this started. Somehow, ‘grading rooms while topless’ had turned into a long ordeal that was infinitely worse than the first few. Worse than the awkward kiss with Anna. And now that Elise was handcuffed, Kaitlyn could prolong this as long as she wanted.

But Kaitlyn’s squeezes . . .

Before, Elise had blushed from being seen by more girls. But now, she was blushing from how her body was betraying her. Kaitlyn’s hands felt good. Too good. The embarrassment of the situation had kept her from gasping or moaning, but she practically had to bite her lip to keep herself from doing so. 

There were a lot of important things Elise didn’t know about nipple clamps. For starters, she had already worn them longer than an inexperienced girl should for the first time. Her little nubs felt both numb and sore from the feeling, and now that they were removed, it was impossible to do anything but bare her sensitive breasts to the world. More important, nipple clamps made everything sensitive. Touches and squeezes, like what Kaitlyn had just did, causing her body to react in a mortifyingly positive way. 

What was about to come, however, would be a lot worse with that sensitivity.

“What’s my name, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. This time, loudly enough for her little audience to hear. She tossed the chains over to Anna and then boldly placed one hand right on the blonde’s right breast again, though made no motion to squeeze this time. She just rested it there.

Elise flushed darker at Kaitlyn’s touch, still not used to the girl so brazenly touching her chest. When her hands were free, she was able to defend her bare breasts. She didn’t, of course, due to how the devious redhead had stacked things against her, but now even the option of doing so was taken away. “. . . Miss Kaitlyn.” Elise said, awkwardly glancing away.

“Good girl. Now then, here’s how you’ve made my life difficult. Two demerits, two bad room grades, and a bad note about my uniform. Guess what, my little prefect? The replacement skirts came from MY allowance. So.” Kaitlyn turned to the rest of the room, partially having to glance over her shoulder in order to keep her hand resting on Elise’s boob. “Five issues means five slaps.”

With that, Kaitlyn gave a sharp squeeze to Elise’s breast, causing the bound girl to actually gasp from the unwanted pleasure this time, but it was nothing compared to what came next. Removing the hand for a moment, Kaitlyn brought it cracking down to slap Elise's exposed breast.

Part 26

“AH!!” Elise cried out. She was totally unprepared for the flash of pain and an unexpected throbbing that lingered as well. Kaitlyn had slapped her chest once or twice earlier, and it was fine. Well, not fine. It was insulting, and entirely inappropriate, and a thousand other things. The better word for what it was would be ‘tolerable.’ 

However, this hurt. A lot. 

Little did Elise know, wearing those clamps for so long didn’t just increase her sensitivity in regards to what happened when she was groped. The aftereffects also included a much worse pain when it came to pinches and slaps. Kaitlyn knew this, as she had done her research ahead of time, but the still topless prefect in front of her was entirely unaware.

“Hey! I told you to be quiet!” This time, Kaitlyn struck her across the face. 

As the sharp sound of the slap echoed through the room, something in the air changed. The whole crowd went quiet, save for a small gasp or two. A collective realization of the current reality. Before, it was amused shock and hushed giggles. Their prefect, owning all these kinky items. Being topless. Being tugged around by little chains to grade rooms. Apparently a lesbian, at an all girls' school. It was a crazy contrast to the 'Miss Elise' they knew.

However, Kaitlyn so boldly slapping the blonde prefect seemed to put things more in perspective. The younger, dominant redhead was actually in charge, wasn’t she? No, it wasn’t the first time she had slapped Elise in front of the audience. But the way she paired it with the strict tongue lashing, not to mention the image of the blonde prefect standing there handcuffed, and all the amusing individual pieces finally came together to show the finished product of the puzzle:

Their prefect, Miss Elise, had no power here.

As Elise reeled from both the unexpected sensitivity on her chest, as well as the catty slap that followed, her tormentor clarified the ‘rules’ to everyone else. “Face slaps don’t count,” Kaitlyn said, “There are still four issues Elise has to pay for.” Turning back to the bound prefect, Kaitlyn’s expression was stern, cold. “Not a sound, pet.”

Without any more bravado for her audience, Kaitlyn slapped the same breast as before. Harder than the first slap, just to make the older girl squirm. 

And squirm Elise did. Not in an attempt to get away, but simply because her body couldn’t stay still when faced with the harsh strike. She at least managed to bite her lip to avoid crying out again. Willingly complying with Kaitlyn’s demand; one of many. The little jolt of her body caused Elise’s boobs to shake the tiniest bit, which finally broke the awed silence of the room. A new wave of hushed giggles and one or two index fingers pointing towards her chest both embarrassed Elise and spurred on the red haired first-year.

Kaitlyn’s serious expression cracked the slightest bit in response to her audience’s reaction, and she wound up for another slap with the hint of a smile on her face. 

Three.

Four.

Five.

Every time, on the same breast. Each harder than before, or maybe it just felt like that to Elise. The slaps took her breath away over and over, causing gasps and shudders that were entirely out of her control. The final blow caused the mortified blonde to whimper the slightest bit from the back of her throat, something that clamping her lips together was unable to prevent. The sound made Elise feel incredibly self conscious, as it was yet another loss of control on top of everything else.

Kaitlyn either didn’t hear it, or perhaps decided to show the slightest bit of mercy, as she stepped away from Elise without reprimanding her. Once again, revealing the topless prefect without the cover of a hot, slightly taller redhead in the way. “Well?” she said, gesturing to Elise, “Anyone else have any issues with her? Don’t be shy.”

After a few quiet seconds as the seven common room girls realized that Kaitlyn was asking for participation, one of the more confident brunettes raised her hand. 

“Yes, Maya?” Kaitlyn said, as if she was a teacher in one of the private school classes. 

With a full class, at that. Each suite had four doubles and two singles attached to the common room, for a total of ten girls. Seven were currently watching the show, plus Caroline and Anna were still flanking Elise while Kaitlyn ran the show. Ten girls, witnessing Elise’s suffering and humiliation. 

Not just witnessing; they would soon be contributing. 

“Three bad room grades, and a uniform infraction,” Maya said.

“No demerits?” Kaitlyn asked, “Come on, Maya. Live a little.”

“No demerits from her specifically. Come on, Kaitlyn,” Maya smiled, echoing the teasing phrase, “We’ve literally been in detention together.”

“Fair enough. Well, that’s still four slaps. What are you waiting for? Get up here!”

Another brief hush fell over the room as everyone processed the implication of Kaitlyn’s words. Rather than slapping Elise for each girl’s issues, she was inviting them to come up and slap the topless prefect for more direct revenge. The silence didn’t last very long, however, since Maya hopped up with an exclaimed, “Oh, fuck yes.” 

Inspired by Kaitlyn’s showmanship, Maya walked right up to Elise and placed a hand on the bare boob that had just been assaulted. Of course, the most confident girl would volunteer to go first, and Maya had no qualms about touching another girl like that. Kneading the temporarily pink skin with her thumb, she looked into Elise’s eyes with an amused smile. “Do you like me more than you like Anna?” Maya asked.

Elise was busy blushing and awkwardly glancing away as yet another girl touched her in a way that not even a boy had been given the privilege of doing to her. The question surprised her, especially as she was otherwise occupied pushing away the little twitches between her thighs. Once again, her body was betraying her, thanks to Maya's touch and how super sensitive Elise's breasts were at the moment. Elise didn’t know it, but Maya’s similar chest size made it pretty easy for the brunette to guess what would feel good on another girl. And, thanks to the clamps, Maya's thumb movements were even more effective than they might normally be. 

The yet again sexually confused prefect glanced towards Kaitlyn, not sure if she was allowed to speak. Kaitlyn just shook her head, which wasn’t particularly helpful. No, you can’t speak? Or no, you don’t like Maya more than you like Anna?

Not wanting to interpret incorrectly and be punished for doing so, Elise merely shook her own head as an answer.

Unfortunately, the collared prefect was going to be punished anyway. “You don’t like me more than Anna?!” Maya gasped. Over-dramatically, for effect. “RUDE.”

With that, Maya gave a firm squeeze to the bare breast in her hand. 

And, before Elise could process the new wave of reluctant pleasure, Maya let go, wound up, and cracked her hand down as hard as she could on the same boob Kaitlyn had been solely focusing on.

Part 27

Lightning shot through Elise’s nerves as Maya’s hand cracked down on her exposed and extra sensitive breast. 

It was about 90% pain and 10% reluctant pleasure, and the cuffed prefect couldn’t help but squirm and squeak from the hard slap. It was just enough of a reaction to cause Kaitlyn to walk over and place a firm hand on Elise’s bare shoulder. The unspoken message was clear: Stay still. Take it. 

What choice did she have? Now that Elise was handcuffed, she truly was at the mercy of the girls she normally had power over. There was no running at this point. Opening the common room door would require twisting the knob with her hands behind her back, which would cause her boobs to give quite the show in the process. And, if she succeeded without Kaitlyn or the others stopping her, then she’d be in the private school halls around dinner time wearing nothing above the waist with her hands still bound behind her back. The chances of someone helping her vs. taking advantage of her situation was too hard to predict. 

Another hard slap from Maya broke Elise out of her thoughts. Same boob as before, another impossible jolt of pain. Unlike Kaitlyn, however, the bold brunette before her decided to be a little more balanced in her punishment. Her third slap was on the right boob, the one that had remained untouched for a while. Since Kaitlyn and Maya both seemed to be right handed, Elise’s left side ended up taking the brunt of things for a while. But that didn’t mean the other boob was less sensitive. Both had been clamped for way too long, after all. 

Elise bit her lip again at the unexpected sensation on her right breast, as she had been expecting more pain on the same one as before. This round of pain felt a little more pleasurable than the last, which worried her immensely. It’s not that she was enjoying any of this. But the physical definitely overshadowed the emotional thanks to how Kaitlyn set things up. The fourth slap brought on a small arch to Elise’s back, which Maya absolutely noticed. “SO kinky,” the brunette smirked, cupping the blonde’s breast after the last slap. “Kaitlyn’s right. You really are a little freak, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t her fault!!! Elise’s eyes widened at the implied accusation that accompanied the insult. She had been too busy biting her lip and avoiding sounds, and hadn’t been thinking about controlling her body at the same time. But why was any of this reluctantly turning her on?! When Elise pleasured herself, she much preferred gentle touches. This was so out of left field, and it didn’t make any sense why it was working. 

What Maya did next, however, was the exact opposite of pleasure.

With thumb, index, and middle finger, she pinched Elise’s right nipple. “Do you like me more than Anna?” Maya asked.

Elise gasped. Thanks to the clamps, her nipples were a million times more sensitive than normal, and she actually saw white for a second as Maya pinched her. “Maya, don’t!!” she exclaimed, unable to keep to Kaitlyn’s unfair rules. As Maya pinched down a little harder, Elise got a lot more shrill, “STOP.”

“Do you like me more than Anna?” Maya’s voice was calm in response. Of course, it’s easy to be calm when your body isn’t the one being tortured. With a knowing smile, she pinched down, using more of her nails this time, and added a twist. 

“YES!!!” Elise exclaimed. Gasping again, and trying desperately to somehow shift out of Maya’s grip, she gave into the girl’s question, “I like you more than Anna!!!!”

Just like that, Maya let go.

“Good girl,” she said. 

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn echoed.

Elise was still catching her breath, actually panting a little as her chest attempted to recover from the most recent assault. Maya and Kaitlyn had both been troublesome here and there in the past, but this was something else entirely. The two girls didn’t even run in the same social circles, but they seemed to be quite like-minded at the moment. Enemy of their enemy. 

Looking quite content with herself, Maya sauntered back over to her seat. 

Kaitlyn, however, had plenty more planned. “Anna, did you hear what your girlfriend just said?” She beckoned the small brunette over, and Anna was quick to obey. While she and Caroline were Kaitlyn’s friends, they had learned long ago that listening to their devious ‘leader’ without question was always the best idea. Not to avoid punishment themselves, but because it usually led to a good result. 

When Anna stepped forward from behind Elise, Kaitlyn met Anna halfway to whisper something in her ear. The petite girl’s eyes gave away that she was nervous about whatever Kaitlyn said, but that didn’t cause her to shy away from it. Anna took Maya’s place in front of Elise and, with subtly trembling hands, gently rested her palms on Elise’s bare breasts. Unlike the previous two girls, Anna wasn’t exactly bold in comparison, especially not with such a big audience. The simple peck earlier was one thing, but this was literally touching boobs. 

“You have to kiss me,” Anna whispered. She looked up with those big blue eyes, and both her expression and size screamed ‘innocence.’ But she persevered, clearly swayed by Kaitlyn. “A real kiss, Miss Elise, or you lose your skirt.”

The quiet words were for Elise and Elise only. A simple yet painful choice. Kiss Anna, again, solidifying Kaitlyn’s claim that Elise was a lesbian at an all girls’ school. Or allow herself to be fully stripped, to lose the last shred of clothing and modesty she had left. “Umm . . .” Elise muttered. She couldn’t draw her attention away from Anna’s eyes. Not because she was attracted to the girl, but more because Elise wasn’t used to such direct eye contact from the younger girls she was normally in charge of. 

“It’s okay,” Anna said. The soft smile was comforting, a dramatic contrast to the grins and smirks of the girls before her, “Kiss me. A real kiss. Not just a peck. Kaitlyn says.”

Elise couldn’t help herself. She still wasn’t into girls, but Anna’s soft touch on her chest made her practically shiver from another wave of reluctant arousal. The gentleness the blonde prefect normally appreciated from her own hands was only heightened by the way her body had been turned against her over the last few minutes. To add onto that, she and the cute brunette were in the most intimate pose, the kind that would naturally lead to a kiss anyway if it were someone of the opposite gender. And, of course, she wanted to keep her skirt. 

So, throwing caution to the wind, Elise leaned in and fully locked lips with Anna. 

Part 28

Elise had never done anything like this. Ever.

While all girls’ schools did tend to breed more experimentation simply due to the limited options, it wasn’t something she had been tempted to explore. Her friends were proper and studious, and their weekend nights usually involved snacks and movies instead of cliché dares and pillow fights. 

She had already kissed Anna a few times, but that didn’t do much to soften the blow of the more intense ‘first’ that she just initiated. The peck in Kaitlyn’s room, and again in front of the common room audience, could be written off. But this? Elise could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks as her lips sunk into Anna’s. Was it too late to retreat? Apparently so, because Anna reciprocated enough to make her stay. 

The pressure of another girl’s lips was like nothing Elise had ever experienced. She had only kissed a few guys in her life, none of whom felt as soft or as gentle as Anna. It’s not necessarily that Elise liked it; kissing a girl was just different. Under other circumstances, perhaps she would have been more open to exploring how the unique sensation made her feel, but this was not the time or place. Elise was only kissing Anna because she was compelled to do so, and she was also doing so in front of an audience.

But what choice did she have? One wrong move, and the last of her modesty would be stripped away. Kaitlyn was also on a serious power trip. There was a good chance that the awful redhead would renege on the original deal if Elise gave her a reason to. And, in her currently handcuffed state, Elise was in no position to rebel without risking a lot more than just her stolen possessions. So, pushing past her reluctance and prudish reservations, Elise began making out with Anna. 

Their lips met again and again, deepening into a more passionate make-out session with every second. As shy as Anna had seemed about all this, the girl definitely didn’t hold back once they got started. Her hands constantly squeezed and massaged Elise’s bare breasts, and she kissed with a surprising amount of fervor. Was the small brunette actually into girls? Or was she just trying to impress Kaitlyn? Either way, Elise wasn’t prepared for the energy. And, with her body primed for pleasure from the clamps, it was a losing battle from the beginning. At some point, Anna tweaked her nipples in just the right way, and Elise immediately lost herself for a moment. Back slightly arching, she hummed a moan into Anna’s mouth as they locked lips for a moment of passion Elise hadn’t seen coming. 

Which, of course, is when Kaitlyn stepped in. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “Anna, I think that’s enough. Elise is enjoying her lesbian self a little too much.”

It was like being hit with a bucket of cold water. Elise was snapped out of the pleasure that had snuck up on her, finding herself once again in the mortifying reality of being fully topless in front of an audience. 

Anna had broken the kiss at Kaitlyn’s words, but lingered long enough to glance up at Elise with bright eyes and a soft smile. “You’re a good kisser,” she whispered. With one more firm squeeze, causing Elise to gasp and flinch at another wave of reluctant pleasure drawn from her breasts, Anna stepped aside and once again revealed Elise to the whole room. 

Kaitlyn stepped forward. She gestured to Anna, “How about a round of applause for Anna? Way to step up, girl!”

Anna blushed at the sudden attention, but gave a sheepish smile and a tiny bow when the rest of the girls clapped and cheered for her. That’s all it took. Kaitlyn’s simple compliment framed things in a way that gave Anna all of the glory. Normally, Elise wasn’t a shallow girl, but she actually felt a little bitter that all of her own bravery was for nothing. She just made out with a girl, for the first time ever, but no one in the room was going to give her any props for it. Thanks to Kaitlyn, everyone thought Elise was already a lesbian slut. 

An innocent, straight girl, perceived as the complete opposite.

Elise had half a mind to set the record straight, so to speak, but any lingering bravery from the kiss was quickly evaporating when a phantom breeze and her peripherals reminded her that she was fully topless in public. Well, not quite in public, but still way more exposed than she had ever been before in front of others. That, and Kaitlyn was already moving on. 

“Now, Elise,” she said, “I don’t think you should be allowed to grade our rooms any more. You say you’re searching for contraband, but I’m pretty sure that’s just an excuse to look through our underwear drawers or something.”

Oh God, the other girls were actually considering the speculation. Elise could see the looks of shock and disgust around the room, and a few of the girls instantly began whispering to each other while casting constant glances towards the topless prefect. This was insane. Even if Elise was a lesbian, which she wasn’t, she absolutely wouldn’t violate anyone’s privacy like that!

Kaitlyn just gave the usual smirk and sauntered over to Elise. “Don’t worry, girls. I have a solution. From now on, Elise isn’t allowed in here without my express permission. She’ll just give everyone an A, and we can all stop worrying about room inspections.” Suddenly, Kaitlyn was even more of a hero than Anna was. Room grades were more about making sure no one was keeping anything against school policy in their dorms. The cleanliness factor was still there as a way to teach responsibility, but it was less important in comparison. 

Either way, surely Elise couldn’t be expected to pass over a whole suite every day! Apparently, Kaitlyn didn’t feel the need to make the exposed blonde agree this time around. Instead, she just moved on.

“Okay, Elise,” she said, “Ready for your 6th task?”

Part 29

Tasks.

Elise had forgotten about those completely. Because, in the grand scheme of things, everything she had gone through recently made the first few tasks seem like nothing. Putting on Anna’s uniform, kissing the girl; what were some of the other ones? All she knew for sure is that task five turned out to be WAY more than what she bargained for. 

Topless room inspections would have been mortifying enough; looking back, it was crazy enough that she even agreed to that. But then Kaitlyn had stretched it out so much. Elise ‘agreed’ to put on a collar before even stepping out of the private bedroom. But even after revealing herself to a common room full of girls, everything had snowballed out of control. Nipple clamps, getting her sensitive breasts mercilessly slapped as a way for the younger girls to take out their frustrations on her, and making out with Anna to seal Kaitlyn’s story about her being a lesbian. All of that, within one task. Even now, she was still handcuffed with her upper half still bared to the common room audience. 

If that was all the fifth task, what the hell did Kaitlyn have in mind for the sixth?

Elise knew better than to argue at this point. She was supposed to be speaking like a proper Edgewood girl when Kaitlyn asked her a question. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn,” she said, “I’m ready for my 6th task.”

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn said. She gave a teasing tug to Elise’s collar, then tilted the blonde’s head with a finger under her chin. The message was obvious: Don’t look at them; look at me. “Now then, you’ve been nice and obedient. Although I guess that doesn’t really count, since being a pet turns you on.” A wave of giggles rippled through the room at that. Not only were they amused, but all the other girls still seemed to believe that there was a truth to the words. Kaitlyn had set things up in a way where the kinky toys were believed to be Elise’s, save for the few girls that knew what was really going on. 

She knew silence was the better play, but Elise couldn’t help herself. It would actually be preferable for the others to think that Kaitlyn tricked her into all of this, rather than all of them thinking that she was secretly kinky in all the ways the cruel redhead alluded to. It was all so backwards. She was an inexperienced, overall vanilla girl, and yet her reputation was about to be the exact opposite. “I don’t-”

“Hush, pet.” Kaitlyn lifted the finger from Elise’s chin up to her lips, pressing down firmly, “You won’t complain. You won’t make a fuss. Remember?”

The phrases were familiar, yes, but it felt like years since Kaitlyn had said them back in her room during the first task. Glancing away dejectedly, Elise just gave a meek nod instead of trying to speak through Kaitlyn’s finger. 

“Good girl. Speak out of turn again, and we might have another round of this.” With zero warning, Kaitlyn’s other hand crashed down onto one of Elise’s breasts. The bound blonde yelped for a moment, but the sound was cut off by Kaitlyn clamping her full hand over Elise’s mouth. “Do you want every girl to have another turn?”

Elise rapidly shook her head left and right, long hair swishing a little bit from the jerky motion against Kaitlyn’s hand that held its position. She had barely been able to handle the first round of her overly sensitive boobs taking that much pain. Another round, and she honestly didn’t know if her body could handle it. And Kaitlyn’s eyes gave away how tempted she was to go ahead with that experiment.

Ultimately, she seemed to decide against it. “Then behave.” A curt command, and then the redhead removed her hand from Elise’s mouth. “For your sixth task, Elise, here are your options. One, give every girl here permission to take some pictures of you right now. I’m sure everyone would love to capture this memory.”

Elise’s eyes widened almost more than when she had first dealt with the unexpected and audacious experience of a girl hitting her boob. In the moment, that seemed like the ultimate show of disrespect; way more than a slap to the face. But after everything Elise had done to salvage a few shreds of dignity throughout this humiliating experience, Kaitlyn was suggesting pictures to round things off? These were GIRLS. The whole school would have copies within an hour. 

Her authority was already beyond lost to this group of ten, but there were plenty of other first-years that Elise was supposed to oversee. If this were to get out, she might as well forfeit her prefect status and pray that none of the teachers or administration end up seeing her indecent exposure. Oh God, or what if this ended up online somewhere? Friends and family could potentially see this as well, and Elise was sure that Kaitlyn would manipulate the pictures to make it look like Elise was the one doing this for slutty attention or something instead of being coerced or blackmailed into it.

“What’s- what’s the other option?” Elise asked, biting her lower lip out of nervousness. Anything. Anything would be better than more or less giving Kaitlyn and company permission to expose her to the entire world.

With a smirk, Kaitlyn placed a hand on her hip. She was clearly prepared for Elise to turn down the first option, and definitely happy to see the look on the topless prefect’s face at the mere suggestion of such an idea. Pausing for a moment to build suspense, she finally gave the alternative. 

“Or,” Kaitlyn said, casually cruel as ever, “You can take off your skirt for us.”

Part 30

Her skirt.

For some reason, Elise had clung to the hope that her last article of clothing would remain off-limits. Hadn’t she gone through enough?

Aside from exposing herself to not only Kaitlyn and her two friends, Elise had also been paraded around the common room for the whole suite of girls to see. She had been clamped; her bare breasts slapped, pinched, and groped. She had been given a false sexuality and, not only had she been too flustered and embarrassed to deny it, but she had basically proven it by moaning from a girl’s touch and making out with Anna to boot. Looking back, she had actually moaned into one of those kisses as well, thanks to how sensitive her breasts were to the touch at that point. 

And, apparently being a ‘lesbian’ at an all girls’ school was just the tip of the iceberg. Because, thanks to the way Kaitlyn presented things, the small audience to her neverending humiliation also believed that the collar, clamps, and handcuffs were all Elise’s possessions. Kaitlyn hadn’t been that far off the mark when she called Elise prudish earlier, and now everyone was going to think she was some kinky slut despite how she was actually a virgin. A straight virgin, rather than the promiscuous ‘lesbian’ the entire group of first-years now believed her to be.

And now, she had an impossible decision to make. 

Consent to countless pictures being taken when the handcuffs left her in a state where she couldn’t cover her bare chest, or lose the rest of her modesty? Elise had been topless for so long that she was actually somewhat numb to the current reality. Everyone had already seen her, and felt her, and so much more. As long as she kept internally repeating Kaitlyn’s earlier ‘locker room’ justification, then her situation was slightly more bearable. Slightly.

But, unbeknownst to most of the girls in the room, Elise had been going commando for quite some time. Anna’s skirt had already threatened to ride up a number of times on her, but Elise was fairly certain she had managed to keep both her ass and her most private area concealed so far. Would she have the emotional stamina to concede the last article of clothing she was wearing? 

If the half naked prefect dropped her skirt, there was nothing stopping Kaitlyn from changing her mind and allowing pictures anyway. But, on the other hand, there was also nothing stopping the smirking redhead from pulling the skirt down after a bunch of photos had been taken. Either way, Elise was totally at the mercy of the dorm’s ringleader. Handcuffed, and collared; adding to insult to injury, Elise actually had fewer possessions than when she first arrived.

While Elise stood frozen in indecision, quickly realizing this was a ‘no win’ situation, Kaitlyn was less patient. “What’s it going to be, Elise? Pictures, or skirt? Maybe Maya should get a few more slaps in while you decide.”

“NO.” Elise exclaimed. The single word of denial escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her poor boobs had already suffered through so much, and the mere suggestion of additional pain on her already sensitive and sore chest had managed to draw out an unintentionally spirited rejection. Praying that the abrupt attitude shift wouldn’t annoy the redhead who very much held the bound prefect’s fate in her hands, Elise quickly course-corrected. “I’m sorry. I mean, I’ve already decided . . .” 

Elise wasn’t lying. 

Considering that Kaitlyn could renege on her word either way, it was a no-brainer. If there was even the slightest chance it truly was an either/or situation, then Elise would rather be naked in front of ten girls than topless in front of hundreds with her half nudity immortalized forever as well. 

“You sure?” Kaitlyn asked, “I’m sure Maya would love another round.”

“I would!” Maya exclaimed. She stood up from her spot on the edge of one of the sofas, eyeing Elise’s chest with an amused smile, “They’re such good targets. And not quite red enough, if you ask me.”

Elise was quick to speak up this time. She even remembered the unfair title, despite her haste to protect her chest from more abuse. “I’m sure, Miss Kaitlyn. I’ve decided. I-” Her voice caught in her throat for a moment. Thinking it was a lot easier than saying it, but Elise steeled herself for what was to come and pushed through the embarrassing phrase, “I’ll take off my skirt.”

Correcting her immediately, Kaitlyn said, “You want to take off your skirt?”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” It had been established forever ago that going along with the reversed titles and ‘proper’ responses was the best way to keep things moving without additional punishments and sub-tasks being tacked on. “I want to take off my skirt.”

Elise couldn’t help but glance towards the short brunette standing off to the side. She half expected either Kaitlyn or Anna to point out that it wasn’t technically her skirt; or, more accurately, she wished one of them would mention it so the slutty length would be explained to the seven girls that didn’t know Elise was wearing the smaller girl’s outfit piece. 

No such luck.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take it off, pet.”

The soon to be naked blonde blushed at the directness of Kaitlyn’s order, as well as the realization at how difficult the impending task was. Elise was still handcuffed. In order to get the skirt’s zipper undone, she had to shift in a manner similar to when immature teenage boys challenged a girl to touch her elbows behind her back. Except that was usually when a girl was clothed. Elise, on the other hand, blushed and cringed as her own movements caused her to inadvertently jut out her chest and shift her loose breasts once or twice. 

Then, blushing even harder once she managed to get the zipper down and felt the formerly tight waistband suddenly loose around her, she took a deep breath and began working the plaid skirt past her hips.

Just a few more seconds, and the rest of the girls would realize she was totally bare underneath . . .

Part 31

The last few tugs of the skirt were easily the worst. 

Every second Elise worked at pulling down the borrowed skirt from behind was another second her bare chest was unable to stay still during her movements. And yet, the closer she got to finishing the task, the more inevitable her ultimate exposure was. 

But it was too late to call it quits, for a lot of reasons. Getting Anna’s tight skirt on in the first place had required a lot of tugging and squirming by the time the smaller girl’s garment neared Elise’s hips. And that was when Elise had both hands free. Now that she had forced the skirt down a few inches, it would be humiliating trying to pull it back up when her hands were cuffed behind her. Nearly impossible, too, without yanking her arm out of its socket. And that was IF she was allowed to change her mind. Knowing Kaitlyn, there was a good chance the skirt would be yanked to her ankles instead. 

The moment of truth was when Elise felt the waistband of the lowered skirt brush up against her bare womanhood. Another inch or two, and her slender thighs would narrow enough that only widening them would keep the skirt from falling. Another inch or two, and she’d be totally exposed either way. 

Closing her eyes as if it would save her from the room full of girls watching with bated breath, the blonde prefect had to partially squat so her bound hands could reach a little lower on her body. Cringing as her fingers brushed her now bare ass that she realized Anna and Caroline must be able to see from the way they flanked her and Kaitlyn from behind, Elise collected every ounce of willpower she had. Pressing and pushing down on the waistband and shimmying her legs a bit to help loosen the skirt that was only precariously held up at this point, Elise immediately felt it when she reached the point of no return.

For a few seconds, she blushed at the way her B cups slightly dangled and jiggled from the way she was slightly bent over from the quarter squat. That embarrassment paled in comparison, however, to when she felt the silent whoosh of gravity dropping her skirt all the way down her legs. 

Elise’s bare ass didn’t offer much to write home about. She was a slim white girl, and that extended to her curves. The one saving grace to her otherwise small rear was the fact that it was the same color as the rest of her body. Not only was it winter, but she didn’t tan very well even in the warm seasons. Her fair skin could come across as pale compared to other girls, but at least she was consistently pale. A seamless transition from her legs and lower back to her more private areas. 

Her bare slit, however, was the type that most girls would be jealous of. 

It was the smallest little coin purse. Her outer lips matched the petite nature of the rest of her body, and there was nothing to hide her most sacred area from being seen right away by every girl in the room. Since Elise was blonde, and didn’t have much hair down there to begin with, she didn’t even bother with trimming any more. A single swipe of her razor every now and then was enough to keep things totally bare; a hygienic and aesthetic choice she was deeply regretting at the moment.

The best she could manage was pressing her thighs together and somewhat crossing one leg over the other, but that’s it. The skirt around her ankles made it impossible to adjust her stance too much without the risk of falling off balance and, of course, she was handcuffed and couldn’t use her arms as a means to cover up like she normally would if caught while exposed. Elise’s subconscious hadn’t quite caught up to the current reality, as she felt the cuffs restrict a reflexive attempt to protect her modesty. 

Kaitlyn was normally good at keeping it cool and staying in character, but she couldn’t help but scowl when faced with the naked prefect’s perfect little sanctuary. The dominant redhead had bigger boobs, but Elise’s looked so much better without a bra on. Kaitlyn was hands down the sexier girl, but it was fucking unfair that the petite blonde had such a objectively desirable aesthetic below the waist. 

Well, she had already gone out of her way to punish Elise’s chest for being so naturally perky and well-shaped for her body. Maybe taking out her annoyance between the prefect’s legs was called for as well. But first, she’d snatch away any hope of the girl getting re-dressed in the near future. 

“Elise?” Kaitlyn said. It was easy enough to adjust her scowl to a more stern expression to once again reinforce her control. “Step out of your skirt. Now.”

Less than a few hours ago, being fully naked in public would cause Elise to freeze up and freak out. But now? She had been topless for so long, and had dug herself so deep into a hole after Kaitlyn handed her the shovel and compelled her to dig, that the only thing she could do was obey. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” The effort to lift her foot and wiggle it out of the plaid skirt now pooled around her ankles meant one thigh had to lift and partially separate from the other. No matter how hard she tried to prevent it, there was no way to avoid the exposure. Elise’s face turned crimson as she more fully bared herself to Kaitlyn and the audience of first-years, only to feel that blush darken at the giggles and hushed voices. One or two of them even pointed while whispering something to an adjacent girl. 

Not one second after Elise’s second foot left the skirt, Caroline swiped it up and returned to her spot. 

“Good girl,” Kaitlyn said, “Looks just like a real pet, now.”

Naked, save for a collar.

Part 32

Elise had never felt so vulnerable. So helpless. 

If she wasn’t handcuffed, there was a good chance her ability to cover up would still be thwarted. Probably just by a snap of Kaitlyn’s fingers. Obedience was the only way to end this as quickly as possible, as any hesitation or resistance would be met with more punishments. She was already a mess at the moment; a kinky, slutty lesbian. An image that was the exact opposite of the girl she actually was, but none of these girls would believe such a claim after all of this. Even if it was the truth.

As for Kaitlyn’s pet comment, Elise chose to dutifully remain silent. It would be better to say nothing, especially if even the act of speaking would give the cruel redhead an opportunity to chastise her. For the moment, she simply kept her eyes on the floor, knowing that any eye contact with one of the first-years that was seeing her fully naked would spark yet another deep blush. Or cause her cheeks to darken, as the fair skinned blonde was pretty sure her cheeks were perpetually flushed now that she was fully naked. 

“Funny story,” Kaitlyn said. She walked over to Elise and placed a hand on her bare shoulder. But, rather than talking to the exposed girl, she addressed the small audience in the common room. “There was this thing at my cousin’s high school. The girls made a game of slapping each other between the legs. Especially during gym glass,” she said. It painted a picture pretty easily; instead of the immature pantsing that often came with adolescents, apparently these teenagers did something similar to how the opposite gender would sometimes nut check each other. “The school had to ban it,” Kaitlyn continued, “Apparently girls crumbled mid-run and hurt themselves. One or two even threw up.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Kaitlyn was foreshadowing. Elise took a tiny step back; a subconscious reaction that somehow overrode her mental efforts to stay quiet and still. The other girls had various reactions to the story, but the naked prefect remained silent. 

In contrast to her usual bravado, Kaitlyn didn’t tease the audience or the submissive blonde this time around. Instead, she went right for it. Her hand crashed down on Elise’s most private and sensitive area, with as much force as she put behind some of the boob slaps earlier. 

A sharp pain jolted through Elise’s body, and her knees instantly wobbled from the delayed sensation between her legs. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, and she gasped as her lower limbs gave out. Her sensitive little clit was already throbbing from what Kaitlyn just did, and things only got worse as her kneecaps hit the rough carpet. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Kaitlyn in horror. How could a girl do something like that to another girl??

The redhead now towering above her didn’t seem bothered. “Wow, it works!” she exclaimed, “Looks like my cousin wasn’t exaggerating. Anyway, Elise, why don’t you stay down there? It’s time for your seventh task.”

It was the perfect thing to say. Kaitlyn was quite adept at reading girls, and Elise was pretty transparent at this point. Just by looking down at those eyes, it was clear that the girl was getting close to the point of crumbling and making this all less fun by getting emotions involved. So, to keep the watery eyes from turning into something more, Kaitlyn skipped her original plan of pulling Elise up by the hair and slapping her down there again. Instead, it was time to give everyone a memorable end to the show before getting them to disperse for dinner. 

Elise just nodded. She was still winded from Kaitlyn’s blow, and trying her very hardest to keep from crying. Already naked and on her knees in front of a bunch of first-years, that final step of weakness would ensure they’d never see her the same way again. Although honestly, that was already the case in a lot of other ways. 

“And what are you, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked.

This time, Elise couldn’t just nod. She knew what Kaitlyn wanted to hear. First, it was ‘I’m your good girl.’ Ever since the collar, however, it turned into something even more demeaning. “I’m your pet, Miss. Kaitlyn,” she said. 

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to take off your kinky little handcuffs.” She held out her hand towards Caroline, and the taller brunette walked over and placed the key into the open palm waiting for it. “You’re going to behave, yes?”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’m going to behave.” It was a miracle Elise managed to remember that she was supposed to answer ‘properly.’ Not only because of the faint pulses of pain that lingered, but also because things were once again framed in a way that made it sound like all of these inappropriate toys belonged to her. 

“Good girl.” 

Kaitlyn stepped behind Elise, an action that always made the bound girl nervous. It was bad enough when Kaitlyn was visible. Kaitlyn’s presence was made known immediately, however, when her fingertips began tracing down one of Elise’s arms. Squatting behind the handcuffed girl, keeping that light contact all the way to the wrists, she unexpectedly gave a sharp pinch to Elise’s bare rear with her other hand.

Elise squeaked and slightly squirmed at the way Kaitlyn’s nails dug into her backside, once again feeling the heat rise to her face again from how her unfettered breasts shifted accordingly to her jerky movement.

“ELISE. Hold still!” Kaitlyn snapped.

“Sorry . . .” Elise mumbled. The apology slipped out before she could stop it.

Kaitlyn gave an even harder pinch to Elise’s other cheek, just to make sure the girl had learned her lesson. There was still a reflexive twitch, but she opted to let it go. 

“Well, since you’re such a kinky slut,” Kaitlyn trailed off while undoing the handcuffs, then smirked up towards the audience all waiting in suspense. Leaning forward to put her lips right next to Elise’s ear, she said, “You’re going to get yourself off for us. Right now.”

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.”

Part 35

This was going to be it. The ultimate display of slutty behavior, and the biggest invasion of privacy that could possibly happen to a girl.

As for Kaitlyn’s latest addition to the impending task, Elise was actually less focused on how obeying would lean into the lesbian reputation that had been pushed on her. At this point, everyone believed that anyway, and the only ‘solution’ would be some major damage control after everything was said and done. Her biggest concern at the moment was her ability to perform with not only an audience, but with all the extra stipulations on top of that. Even if she attempted to pleasure herself in the way she did in the privacy of her bedroom, Elise wasn’t sure she could find that peak. After everything she had already gone through–the constantly increasing exposure, the humiliation, the pain, and everything in between–and all the emotions that came with it, what if she couldn’t get into the right headspace? And, of course, there was the fact that everyone would be watching.

This also wouldn’t be how Elise normally did it. She tended to close her eyes for the most part, and she certainly didn’t splay her legs. To some degree, sure, but not the kind of spread that Kaitlyn was suggesting. And if Elise had to look at Anna, then she would also have to see the other girls in the background. Another distraction would be the small brunette herself, and how she was holding her uniform’s top open to display her bra-clad chest. Since Elise wasn’t actually a lesbian, she was going to have to somehow find pleasure while staring at a partially exposed girl.

All that, and the naked blonde was supposed to find release without faking it? And, if she couldn’t, the punishment would likely be worse than any of the others.

“Go on, pet. Be a good girl. Besides, we both know how desperately you need it.” Kaitlyn was still positioned so she could speak next to Elise’s ear, but these words were said loudly enough that the whole room could hear. Then the redhead stood back up and paused for a moment to take out her phone. Without another word, she sauntered over to Anna and placed one hand on the girl’s shoulder. Her other hand was used to aim the phone’s camera on Elise.

Just when things had seemed like they couldn’t get any worse. Elise’s eyes widened and she slightly whimpered to herself at the sight of the phone in Kaitlyn’s hand. So far, not a single picture had been taken of her since she stepped into the first-year’s room to begin this ordeal. At least, not one that she had noticed. Looking back, it was one of the main reasons Elise had crossed that first line of kissing Anna, as well as one of the ways she justified stripping in front of the original three girls. No evidence.

This changed everything. And yet, at the same time, it changed nothing.

Even with the camera pointed at her, Elise resisted the renewed temptation to cover herself up. She just knelt on the floor, bare chest on display for everyone to see, and tightly gripped her thighs to keep her hands where they were. Obedience was important. She couldn’t cover up, or she would be punished. Besides, Kaitlyn could have already taken a picture with the volume off, and Elise told herself it would be better to push another prefect to confiscate the device after she was free. For the moment, however, she was Kaitlyn’s obedient pet.

What was first, again? Wracking her brain for Kaitlyn’s exact orders, now in the face of both an audience and a camera, Elise came up with a short list of the girl’s phrases. ‘Lie down, spread your legs, fuck yourself, look at Anna, don’t fake it.’ She almost forgot the last one amidst the quiet suspense lingering in the room. But, as Elise’s eyes trailed up from the brunette’s smaller chest to her face that looked noticeably innocent when contrasted with the smirking redhead just to the right, she remembered the directive that would be yet another nail in the lesbian coffin Kaitlyn had built for her: ‘Moan Anna’s name.’

Nervously swallowing, Elise started by repositioning her body. Setting her hands on the carpet of the common room, she shifted one leg at a time out from underneath herself so her bare rear could rest on the floor below. That small separation of her thighs alone was enough to bring on a wave of varying emotions, and she made sure to clamp her legs together the moment she was able. Once Elise was settled, at least physically, she leaned back onto her hands while glancing up at Kaitlyn. Anna, too, thanks to their proximity, but Elise’s main attention was on the red haired leader of the trio that started all of this.

She was looking for a potential sliver of mercy, the chance that maybe this last task was some sick joke instead of the mortifying reality that it was about to become. All Elise got for her wishful thinking was a nod from Kaitlyn. Helpful. The submissive blonde didn’t know how to read that in the slightest, but the safest assumption was to just do as she was told.

Taking a shaky inhale, and grasping at whatever fragments of courage she could find, Elise lay back and slowly spread her legs. The hint of a breeze between her thighs was almost enough for her to slam them back together, but she persevered. Inch by inch, her feet and kneecaps separated, gradually creating an opening for everyone watching to get an unfettered view of her most private area.

The room was immediately filled with little gasps and hushed words. Kaitlyn, however, easily cut through the quiet white noise with a clear and direct command for everyone to hear.

“Wider, Elise.”

Part 36

Elise did as she was told.

She was already in way too deep to change her mind, and obedience was the only way out of the reputation destroying hole she had dug for herself. While it would be easy to blame Kaitlyn for everything, Elise was plenty at fault herself. There had been so many moments where she should have put her foot down and said ‘no,’ yet wave upon wave of sunk cost fallacy had compelled her to keep going. All the way until this point, where she was spreading her legs wider and wider until her flexibility no longer allowed her to go any farther.

“Wider, pet,” Kaitlyn said.

“I- I can’t . . .” Elise muttered. Her hip flexors were already at their limit, and the only reason she had been able to make it so far in the first place was because her knees were raised. If it were a normal attempt at a split, she would have done even worse. Worried that her inability to stretch like a gymnast would be able to was going to result in a punishment, she pushed herself a hair wider in an attempt to show that she was trying,

“Shame. You’d think a lesbian slut would be better at spreading her legs. Well, what are you waiting for?”

Elise nervously swallowed. Her eyes flitted from Kaitlyn to the full common room of girls in the background, the small audience to her ultimate shame and humiliation. Even when stripped of her last article of clothing, the naked blonde had the weak ‘locker room’ justification. It obviously wasn’t the same, but still. This, however, was not something that anyone had seen her do. Ever. And, if that wasn’t enough, there was the whole ‘lesbian’ angle. Elise was straight. Elise was NOT a slut.

And yet, preparing herself to feed into the dramatic lie, Elise tentatively positioned her hand over her bare slit. Despite what she was about to do, there was actually a moment of relief as she realized that her fingers would partially cover up her exposure. It was a pretty pathetic silver lining in the grand scheme of things, but the thought gave her just enough of a breath to steel herself for what was to come.

No faking. Under the circumstances, Elise doubted her acting abilities anyway. So many eyes were on her, and one false sound would probably tip Kaitlyn off if it wasn’t done perfectly. With so many girls in the room, it was possible that a few of the others would also be able to tell. Guys were the clueless ones, after all, and self-pleasure was a lot different than leaning into a feeling that someone else gave you. Not that Elise had any experience in that department.

Ever so hesitantly, Elise brushed her fingertips against her womanhood. She instantly cringed at the slight dampness waiting for her. It’s not like she was naive when it came to her own body; she had been vaguely aware of the warmth and wetness between her legs ever since Kaitlyn had drawn a moan from her lips. Feeling it was one thing; touching it, however, proved without a shadow of a doubt that a girl had turned her on. Two girls, actually, as her kiss with Anna had also provoked an unintentional verbal reaction. Elise knew that it wasn’t quite that simple, as a lot of her reluctant lust was due to the way her body had been set up to betray her. Still, the ‘lesbian’ label was a lot more difficult to ignore when girls and only girls had brought her this far.

That wasn’t the only label that worried her. With just one or two small rubs, Elise widened as she felt her lower body twitch. ‘Oh God,’ she thought to herself. That’s all it took. Just the slightest touch, and she could feel the temptation to do more. When she was alone, and her roommate was out of town, it took a lot more than that to get warm enough to want the release she knew how to give herself. But she had already been warmed up. Clamps and squeezes and kisses, all given to her by girls that had a better shot at guessing what she liked than the opposite sex. The attention to her chest had done the most to affect her below the waist; even the painful parts had subtly added to the mix, due to how sensitive she was after her nipples had been pinched for so long.

Slut.

If she got herself off in a matter of seconds, would that be the assumption? Or should she take advantage of the unexpected need for pleasure, so this could all be over?

The latter. Definitely. Kaitlyn had done a thorough job of wrecking her image and reputation, so how much worse would this make things? Better to get it over and done with, so she could move on and start picking up the pieces. Rather than looking at Kaitlyn, however, Elise shifted her gaze to Anna. The petite brunette with the undone shirt; the girl that was supposed to have her attention during this whole endeavor.

What were the rules, again? Look at Anna, and moan her name. The first part of that was going to be the most difficult. After a single touch, Elise’s eyelids were ready to flutter closed. For a moment, she met the girl’s eyes. Mistake. The first-year was too cute, too innocent; the total opposite of Kaitlyn. Even the faint intimacy of eye contact was a reminder of the multiple kisses they shared, and how wrong it was to do something like that with a younger girl. Especially a girl who looked young, unlike Kaitlyn and Caroline who had more mature images.

Elise lowered her gaze, and stared at the girl’s bra-clad chest instead. Less personal, but probably more lesbian.

Then, giving into her body’s needs, Elise gave herself a more firm rub.

Part 37

It was shockingly easy.

Elise knew her body best, which meant she knew how to get herself where she needed to go. The only thing that had been holding her up so far was fear, and insecurity, and a never-ending desire to maintain some dignity as Kaitlyn walked all over her. After a single touch of her own, however, all bets were off.

She needed release. Badly.

One good rub over her clit managed to blur out a good half the room as Elise sharply inhaled. Her eyelids threatened to flutter closed a second time, but she managed to force her gaze to remain on Anna’s chest. While Elise’s body was beyond ready, there was still going to be some frustrating edging involved. After years of habitually closing her eyes when in the throes of pleasure, it was going to be a constant, conscious effort to do the opposite. That in itself was a distraction, and looking at the petite brunette’s body was a secondary hurdle when Elise didn’t actually like girls.

Probably. The horny blonde’s preconceived notions of her own sexuality had been a bit unraveled in the last hour. Kissing girls was, well, unique. It’s not that she liked it, but there was a softness and almost a naturalness to it that greatly contrasted the gender she was accustomed to. At some level, Elise knew that Kaitlyn was trying to condition her with words and touch, but that didn’t fully stop it from working anyway. Staring at boobs while she was turned on certainly didn’t help, either.

Trying to refocus on the desire between her legs and, more importantly, to tune everything else out, Elise gave herself a few more rubs over her little sweet spot to get back where she was a moment ago. Her breath hitched in her throat at one particular bit of pressure in just the right spot, and she didn’t hesitate in the slightest to slip two fingers inside herself. One, she and her body needed it. Two, she really didn’t want to further edge herself by getting distracted again.

Hooking her fingertips up into just the right position, she sighed out a soft moan from the sensation. Her legs really wanted to adjust to a more comfortable position, but the prefect wasn’t so far gone that she had forgotten the recent things demanded of her. Legs spread, like a slut. Eyes open, to look at Anna. Moan the girl’s name, like a lesbian. Those weren’t even the phrases that Kaitlyn had used, but the dots were pretty damn easy to connect after all the repetition of the damning labels.

She slowly found a rhythm, still focusing her gaze solely on Anna’s boobs. Any errant glance towards Kaitlyn’s smirk or Anna’s shy expression would be a painful three steps backwards when Elise was so close to the finish line. When her fingers had a steady rhythm, Elise reflexively reached up with her other hand to fondle her bare breast. Normally she didn’t need the extra help when fingering herself, but it was difficult to combat the coldness of being naked with no blankets like she would normally have.

Giving herself a good squeeze, followed by the kind of nipple brush she enjoyed with her thumb, Elise coaxed herself back into the state she was in a moment ago. Doing so while staring at Anna’s chest sparked a fleeting curiosity of how it might feel to do the motion on another girl. ‘Fuck.’ Elise was NOT into girls! As if to shake away the very thought, she gave her breast a hard squeeze and manipulated her fingers in just the right way. It was enough. Her head slightly tilted back and she let out a soft moan.

Of course, the very girl she wanted to ignore was the girl she was supposed to be looking at. Way too belated to count as part of the slutty noise she just made, Elise muttered a meek, “Anna . . .”

She still didn’t dare look at Kaitlyn, but her peripherals were enough to notice the redhead’s hand raised towards the rest of the room. A nonverbal ‘hush’ to the rest of the room, so Elise wouldn’t get distracted. Or, more likely, so no one’s voice would be caught on the multiple cameras trained on her. Of course, the blonde was too far gone to be thinking about that. It was enough work to keep her eyes open and cling to the memory of Kaitlyn’s demands. Because, other than that, the only thing Elise could listen to her was her body.

Gasping from another twinge of pleasure, there was no stopping it now. Staring at Anna’s bit of cleavage, her eyes temporarily stuck more on the bare skin between the bra cups than the plain fabric itself that she had tried to focus on before, Elise let out a slightly more audible moan as she found herself inching closer and closer to the edge. “A-Anna,” she awkwardly said again, barely more than a whisper.

Third time was the charm, apparently. As she picked up the pace with her fingers, and more erratically groped at her chest to push herself towards the peak that seemed like the only thing important any more, Elise managed to time the brunette’s name with her next slutty exhale. “Anna!” she moaned. It was breathy and a little bit shaky, but Elise didn’t care how it might make her sound. For a fleeting moment, she didn’t care about anything.

Her eyes flitted up to look at the small girl’s face. Anna. Big blue eyes, and long brunette locks. The girl she made out with. The girl who had drawn out a mid-kiss moan from her touch.

Elise couldn’t help herself. Forgetting one of Kaitlyn’s directives, her eyes closed and her head tilted back for a more drawn out moan. All of a sudden, she was imagining Anna’s hand tweaking her nipple in the way that had worked so well during their kiss.

Seconds later, the dam broke and Elise cried out the girl’s name.

Part 38

It was hands down the best orgasm Elise had ever experienced.

Not because of the lesbian twist, or the exhibitionism, or the strange combination of pain and pleasure that was quite new to the previously vanilla girl. Instead, it was from the sheer amount of time she had been teased and primed for the release that was now overtaking her. A good portion had happened without the blonde even realizing, as she had been too busy being embarrassed from exposure and constantly mortified every time Kaitlyn found a new way to make things worse for her.

After a subtle build-up that had blossomed into a desperate and urgent need ever since she began touching herself, Elise found herself more and more detached from the world. Each wave of pleasure was better than the last, and she made no attempt to muffle the breathy moans that followed the slutty yelp of Anna’s name as Elise reached the much needed peak.

She stayed up there for as long as possible, working her fingers in just the right rhythm to renew things every time it felt like the magic was fading. Eventually, it was time to come down, and that journey took just as long. Ever so slowly, Elise slowed the pace between her legs, softening the grip on her chest as well. The soft moans turned to shaky exhales; the exhales quieted to a whimper or two as she removed her fingers from below and gave one last circular rub to her wet outer lips. And, after brushing her sensitive nipple for a tiny jolt of pleasure that caused her breath to hitch, Elise allowed her eyes to flutter open.

The scene before her was almost a harder slap in the face than any of the ones Kaitlyn had physically given her. Nothing had changed since Elise had closed her eyes, save for perhaps the expressions on a few girls’ faces, and yet everything felt different. As reality sank in, Elise slammed her legs together and threw her arms over her bare chest and her most private area.

She had just gotten off to the thought of a girl!! Not that Anna was on her mind the whole time, but Elise paled as she remembered the fleeting images just before she gave into her body’s urges. Anna’s face, eyes, and hair. Her still bared breasts. And the thought of the small brunette’s hands on Elise’s own chest as Elise approached her climax. It was one thing for Kaitlyn to tell everyone that Elise was a lesbian, but something else entirely for those kinds of thoughts to invade the prefect’s mind unprompted. Denial set in immediately, as there were plenty of excuses to consider. All the girl touches, particularly with Anna, and then the fact that she had to stare at the girl’s exposed chest all the way until Elise disappeared into the foggy lust.

If anything, such ‘curiosity’ would point towards being bisexual, but even that potential shift in sexuality was enough to leave the naked blonde thoroughly stunned and confused. Was it actually possible, or had she just been tricked and conditioned to temporarily have such thoughts? Putting aside the personal dilemma, there was still the fact that every first-year present but the initial three would think that the former was true. Elise was a lesbian. At an all girls’s school.

Thanks to Kaitlyn, and the rumors that would no doubt circulate like wildfire once the common room cleared out for dinner, Elise’s dynamic with nearly everyone would change. She had the terrifying thought earlier, but it resurfaced more strongly now that she had thoroughly breathed life into the lie by moaning in the middle of a girl kiss, and by saying her ‘crush’s’ name during her slutty public display mere moments ago. Elise and her roommate saw each other in bras and towels all the time. Would Charlotte be offended that Elise hadn’t been honest and upfront about things? Plus now everyone could mistake her friendliness for potential flirting. It was going to be a nightmare either way; she would have to either find a way to set things straight, so to speak, or deal with the fallout of apparently being into girls for the rest of her time at university.

Back to the present, there was still Kaitlyn to deal with.

Elise’s mind had been racing with all kinds of mortifying projections, while also wanting to sink into the floor after realizing that she was still totally naked and had just done something so personal with herself in front of a whole room of girls. And, even worse, it had also been recorded. Kaitlyn’s phone was still trained on the ruined prefect, and her smirk was more pronounced than ever.

“What did I say about covering, slut?” Kaitlyn asked. Her stern words broke the awed silence that followed what was probably the first experience of this nature that most of the girls had ever witnessed. “Drop your arms, and spread your legs.”

Despite the sobering reality, Elise was still in no position to disobey. This wasn’t even about her prefect materials any more. Instead, it was a matter of acquiring clothes and doing whatever it took to ensure the wicked redhead deleted that video. Or, at least, promised to keep it to herself. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” Somehow finding her voice, though it was still a little shaky in the aftermath of such a powerful release, Elise said the familiar phrase.

She knew she had to do it, and that it’s not like the audience of first-year girls hadn’t seen everything anyway, but it still took a bit of willpower to lose the warmth and protection of her arms. Elise hesitantly lowered them to reveal her breasts again, and even more hesitantly spread her legs to once again display her womanhood to the entire room.

An audible *click* from Kaitlyn’s phone gave away that the girl was taking a picture.

“Good girl,” she said, “Now, how about a smile?”

Part 39

Being told to ‘smile’ was painful enough in everyday life.

Elise considered herself a fairly positive person, and certainly wasn’t the moody type she often saw across the river. And yet, any time an adult felt the need to encourage a chipper expression when it wasn’t called for, Elise usually found herself doing the opposite. She was a genuine girl, and being told to plaster a smile on her face to fit someone else’s image of who she should be was beyond frustrating.

Of course, this wasn’t a normal circumstance in the slightest. Kaitlyn was practically a peer, rather than an out of touch adult, and Elise was naked and recovering from a damning display of promiscuity. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was act happy about such a mortifying act, but what else was she supposed to do? Obedience was her only way out of this mess.

Elise pursed her lips into a reluctant smile. She couldn’t muster much, and she ended up looking more demure than anything else as she left herself exposed for the camera and the audience, too.

Nothing was ever enough for Kaitlyn, of course. “Wider, Elise. Spread yourself like the slut you are.”

The naked blonde simply did as she was told. In less than an hour, she was already getting a bit numb to words like ‘pet’ and ‘slut.’ Her nudity was a lot worse than the words themselves, and it really was getting to the point where she was getting numb to the whole situation. The more she could detach herself from reality, the more bearable the never-ending trial would be.

Her smile didn’t falter, either, which allowed Kaitlyn to snap a handful of pictures. “Keep smiling, my obedient pet.” Stepping forward, she started taking pictures from various angles until she was crouched right in front of the naked girl. “Smartphones these days have such good cameras,” she said. Three more audible clicks sounded, and then Kaitlyn glanced up from her phone to meet Elise’s eyes. “Push your boobs together with your hands and give me a sexy smirk.”

That was enough to shake Elise out of her zombie-like trance. While her body was objectively attractive, she didn’t feel that way in the slightest at the moment. And smirking? That wasn’t her at all. Finding the smallest spark of resistance as the prefect she was supposed to be, Elise said, “Kaitlyn. Enough.”

For a long moment, Kaitlyn just stared at her. It was like the calm before the storm, and there could very easily be a harsh slap coming. Instead, the redhead pinched Elise’s nipple and abruptly stood up.

It was the absolute last thing Elise expected. Still wildly sensitive from the clamps earlier, from both a pain and pleasure standpoint, she gasped in horror as her whole body was being lifted by her boob. Scared that gravity combined with Kaitlyn’s nails were going to somehow rip off her nipple entirely, Elise scrambled to support herself with her hands while she got her feet under her. Jumping up as quickly as possible to lessen the uniquely horrible sensation, she was once again surprised when things didn’t end there.

Kaitlyn grabbed her hair, and used the renewed grip on Elise’s blonde locks to drag her across the room; she gave a few harsh tugs on the pinched nipple as well to ensure immediate compliance.

Elise squirmed and whined and whimpered, but more or less allowed herself to be taken every step of the way. Not moving forward resulted in too much pain on her scalp and on her chest, and whatever pleasure had lingered from touching herself had all but evaporated in light of Kaitlyn’s newest cruel tactics.

“I like my girls obedient, pet. If you’re not going to be a good girl, then get the fuck out.”

It wasn’t until Kaitlyn opened the door that Elise realized where she had been pulled. They were at the common room’s exit. And without a door to hide what was going on, somebody could walk by any second and see that she was totally naked!! “NO. Kaitlyn, please! Miss Kaitlyn.” Instantly correcting herself, and suddenly terrified at the sight of the hallway just past the threshold, Elise folded completely. “I’m your obedient pet. I’ll do anything you say. Anything, Miss Kaitlyn!”

“And you’re a lesbian slut?” Kaitlyn scowled. She sharply pinched Elise’s nipple and twisted her hair.

“YES. I’m a lesbian slut.”

“Louder, girl.”

“I’m a lesbian slut!!!”

The whole common room erupted with various reactions. Some of the more bold girls, like Maya, seemed to enjoy this turn of events. Rather than a quiet little doll, like Elise had been recently in her embarrassment, they were witnessing the uptight prefect acting more shrill and desperate than ever. A handful of girls, however, looked a lot more nervous. This had been one thing in private, but they were worried for a similar reason as the panicked blonde–the wrong person witnessing this could mean serious trouble for the whole group of girls.

“Close the door, Kaitlyn!” one of them finally yelled.

“Shut up!” Caroline snapped. Considering how quiet and calm the brunette was, it packed more of a punch when she raised her voice. “Kaitlyn always takes the fall for us. How about some fucking trust?”

Ignoring everyone, Kaitlyn insisted, “Louder, Elise!”

Not thinking twice about it, Elise obeyed. “I’M A LESBIAN SLUT.”

“If you rat on me, Elise, you’re a dead girl. Besides, it’s ten against one. Who do you think they’re going to believe?” Yanking and twisting even harder on Elise’s hair, Kaitlyn leaned in and hissed in her ear. “Next time I see you, I expect obedience. ‘Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.’ ‘Anything you say, Miss Kaitlyn.’ ‘Please, may I fuck Anna, Miss Kaitlyn?’ Got it, slut?”

Elise didn’t get the chance to answer. Out of nowhere, Kaitlyn let go with both hands, gave Elise’s bare ass a resounding slap, and then shoved her out into the hall.

Stumbling forward, Elise caught her balance just in time to hear the door slamming behind her, followed by the distinct click of the lock.

Part 40

It was a sobering moment, to say the least.

The first years’ common room had become a setting Elise had gotten used to throughout the nightmarish scene Kaitlyn had both directed and costarred in. Now that she had stumbled through the threshold of the exit and stood in the middle of one of the school’s corridors, reality pierced the obedient, submissive haze she had been under for the longest time. Flinging her arms over herself in horror as recent memories began flooding her mind, the naked blonde whipped her head left and right to scan the area surrounding her as she truly covered herself for the first time in quite a while.

No one. That was, no one yet. It was almost dinner time and, while Kaitlyn’s suite was fairly isolated at the end of the long corridor, there was a stairwell just around the corner. Any number of girls from this floor might take this route to get down to the main level. Or perhaps come back this way to swing by their dorm before heading to the dining hall.

Risking it for a moment, Elise yelled, “Kaitlyn!” Just a few seconds ago, she had proclaimed that she was a ‘lesbian slut,’ but some of that sound must have been absorbed by the space in the common room. Now that she was fully out in the mostly stone corridor, the single word seemed to echo all around. The damage was already done by calling out the redhead’s name, however, so Elise also rushed forward and removed her arm from her chest to pound on the closed door.

Just to be sure she had imagined the lock being used, she tried the door handle as well. Nothing. “KAITLYN. Let me in!!!” Elise practically screamed. She banged her first on the door a few more times to punctuate her desperation.

Elise had done everything the cruel first-year girl had demanded of her. Everything. She let herself be paraded around naked, did things with girls her innocent, straight self would have never even imagined before today, and practically offered up her body as a punching bag to Kaitlyn and her suitemates. To top it all off, she had publicly displayed the most personal and private thing a girl could do to herself–with a lesbian twist, at that.

After all that, she was worse off than ever. Instead of Kaitlyn merely having a binder full of sensitive information, she had quite literally taken everything from Elise. Clothes. Dignity. Even sexuality, in terms of reputation. Maybe more than that, considering how confused the flustered blonde had been as her body gradually sought more of what she had been so resistant towards when Kaitlyn first decided to lie to everyone about it.

Elise was a mess, to put it lightly. And, putting aside the mountain of shame and regret from everything she let Kaitlyn talk her into, there was also the new and very real problem she currently faced. “Miss Kaitlyn, please!!” Elise begged. It had taken her a minute to remember that detail in her current predicament, and a pang of worry hit her right away at the realization that she had screwed up Kaitlyn’s title twice.

Clearly the redhead and her rules still had a powerful effect on her. Elise was thinking with a lot more clarity, and yet she was still scared of the younger girl’s judgment.

To her surprise, the common room door actually opened. But, before Elise could scurry inside and choose the devil she knew over the daunting uncertainties that came with roaming the academy halls naked, she found her path blocked by the small brunette Elise had been tricked into climaxing at the thought of. Anna.

Out of nowhere, the petite brunette crashed into Elise and began making out with her.

“Mmm!!” Elise whined into the unexpected kiss. It took all of two seconds for her to succumb to the familiar softness of Anna’s lips and the warmth of her body as it fully pressed into her own. She kissed the girl back with absolutely zero reservations, going so far as to firmly grip her sides as the nudity issue temporarily faded.

Being pushed out into the corridor had snapped Elise’s mind to attention, but clearly her body hadn’t gotten the memo. Unlike boys, girls didn’t come down that quickly from their highs. She might have gotten herself off, but that hadn’t been enough to fully dismiss the subtle thrum of desire that had been coaxed into constant existence by the way her body had been touched and teased by toys and hands alike leading up to that peak. Now that she was being physically engaged again, it was clear that Elise hadn’t had nearly enough time for her body to cool down.

Anna had seemed so tentative the last few times the two of them did anything–almost as hesitant as Elise herself–which made this burst of passion a total surprise. The brunette girl clung to Elise and more or less shoved her tongue into the prefect’s mouth as their bodies made contact just about everywhere possible from head to toe. Elise could barely keep up, and yet there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted what she was getting. She matched the small girl’s passion, wondering how Anna was even still on the ground; the shorter girl somehow managed to lean up and into the kiss without missing a step the entire time.

They could have been going for five seconds or five minutes; Elise was pulled away from reality that easily. Until things ended.

Just as abruptly as she initiated the hot make-out session, Anna suddenly pulled away and detached completely. “Sorry,” she whispered. Then she grabbed Elise’s bare boobs, used the grip to give her a HARD backwards shove, and closed the door.

For the second time, Elise heard the *click* of the lock as she was stranded and trapped naked outside the common room. This time, feeling a lot colder than before.

Part 41

Elise stumbled backwards a few steps.

Just like she wasn’t prepared for the intensity of the kiss she and Anna shared, she also hadn’t been quite ready for it to end. Especially not in the way it did, with the unexpected loss of warmth followed by her own boobs being used to push her right back out of the common room.

For a few long moments, Elise completely forgot about the fact that she was naked in the wing of the academy she was supposed to have authority over. She was too busy wrestling with the new wave of sexual confusion. An hour ago, the proper blonde was definitely NOT into girls. Now? At her core, she still considered herself straight, but reflexively kissing Anna back told a different story.

However, now wasn’t exactly the time to sort out how much was her body being used against her vs. if there was actually a hint of curiosity that had been sparked by Kaitlyn’s humiliating games.

Taking the same pose as before, Elise threw one arm over her bare chest and the other over her embarrassingly damp crotch. Under normal circumstances, she would have been able to clean herself up after pleasuring herself in the comfort and privacy of her own room. Not so much when Kaitlyn had stepped in so soon after Elise’s climax.

Elise stepped forward. This time, she couldn’t bring herself to remove her arm from her breasts to knock on the door again. The fire from before had faded in the wake of her make-out session with Anna, followed by being stuck in the exact same problematic position as before. Were the girls ever going to let her in? It was easy for Elise’s imagination to run away from her. She could already picture Maya opening the door and slapping her boobs, or Kaitlyn greeting her with a smirk and any number of awful things. And then being ejected from the suite after getting Elise’s hopes up by opening the door. Again and again.

On top of what she had initially stolen, now Kaitlyn was also in possession of Elise’s phone as well as her underwear and one of her uniforms. But all those things were in the redhead’s private room, and it would be enough of a battle simply to get through the locked door before her. How had she been so stupid? She was a prefect, and yet had somehow been talked into stripping down and . . . a lot more after that. All by younger girls.

Elise nervously glanced left and right, trying to figure out where to go while mentally dealing with the crushing disbelief that she was about to willingly leave completely empty handed after everything she had gone through. Buck naked. And freezing, with the cool floor beneath her bare feet and the not particularly heated corridor in contrast to how warm the private dorms were. Wrapping her arms a little more tightly around herself, Elise darted into the nearby stairwell.

What to do? She glanced up and down, trying to figure out which way was best. Listening for voices echoing off the stone walls or stone steps, or from upper or lower floors. Nothing. For now. Backing into the corner off to her right, and squeaking when her bare rear bumped against the icy wall behind her, Elise struggled to make a choice. It probably wasn’t that cold, but everything was heightened when she didn’t have a shred of clothing on.

Going down to the main floor was the most efficient way to get back to her wing that was quite literally all the way across the building. Going up, however, would offer more privacy before the dinner rush began. The top floor meant fewer girls running into her on the way down the stairs, but it also meant distancing herself from the safety of her own room. Elise gasped at something she hadn’t even considered yet. “Oh my God,” she whispered. If she had a free hand, she would have clasped it over her mouth. How was she going to get into her own four girl suite without her KEY? Like everything else she owned, her lanyard was back in Kaitlyn’s room.

But there was no going back. She needed a real plan, one that didn’t involve relying on her red haired tormentor. Luckily, prefects like Elise stayed in the same building as the first-years. At the same time, streaking in any sense was beyond daunting for a more conservative girl like her. Although she was grateful she wouldn’t have to be naked in the snow that she normally appreciated so much, there was still the matter of being noticeably unclothed in an area without many hiding spots. All the suites and private dorms were locked, and the stairwells and hallways were about as bare as she was. Maybe a study room? No one would be there at dinner time, but getting to the closest one undetected was a huge risk.

Then again, it was better than knocking on someone’s door and getting more girls involved in this horrible mess. Maybe Kaitlyn had been speaking truthfully about keeping all this quiet, maybe not. Either way, there was one certainty when it came to an all girls’ school, or girls in general for that matter–each additional person that knew a secret was an exponential risk to said secret getting out. If there was a way to avoid risking yet another girl or group of girls finding out about this, that was the option Elise would choose.

Lowest risk? Fifth floor, and pray that the first study room she found was currently unoccupied.

Taking a deep breath, and wincing at the lingering sensitivity from the nipple clamps and boob slaps as she shifted her arm against her chest to brace herself for what stairs did to breasts that weren’t supported well, Elise quietly padded to the steps that would lead her upstairs.

Inclining her ear for one last cautious listen, she began the ascent.

Part 42

Elise was caught between the desire to move quickly while things seemed quiet and the impulse to stay slow in case she needed to turn around and run back down the stairs at the slightest sound of someone coming her way from the floor above. Leaning towards the former, she made the naked climb while practically holding her breath the entire time; both to keep herself from making a single noise, and also so she could keep an ear out.

She reached the landing at the top, grateful that any girls on their way to dinner had gone early and/or had taken the stairs at the opposite end of the building. Nervously swallowing, Elise peeked her head around the corner.

There was a girl halfway down the hall, and a muffled squeak formed in the back of Elise’s throat as she retreated back into the stairwell. Was that- was that another prefect? The dirty blonde hair looked vaguely familiar from the fleeting look Elise had been able to get, but the academy uniforms made all the girls match so much that seeing someone from afar often led to it being someone else at second glance. Still . . .

If it was Melanie, like Elise suspected, that would be good news. Better to be found by a fellow prefect than one of the first-year girls that lived in this wing. Plus, what would a study room get her aside from shelter until most of the students were at dinner? Elise would still be fully naked, and there were plenty of girls who scarfed down a light meal to get back to homework or social activities. Would there ever be a good time to streak across campus, aside from waiting until after curfew? And even then, she’d have to knock on her suite door and deal with all of her prefect roommates opening the door for her nude self.

Risking another glance around the corner, Elise was relieved for a moment to see the girl facing away from her and farther down the hall. Except if it was Melanie, and Melanie was walking away . . . Throwing caution to the wind, Elise called out, “Mel!” Even in the quiet of the otherwise empty upstairs hallway, her voice was far more quiet and meek than she expected. “Melanie!” she exclaimed, more assertively than before.

The dirty blonde girl turned around. It was indeed the girl Elise thought, rather than a random first-year. Finally, a lucky break. After a short beat, Melanie replied, “Elise?”

“Yes!” she said. This was going to be mortifying, but Elise was slowly coming to grips that there was no way out of her situation without somebody catching her in her current state. A single prefect was better than all of her suitemates, and certainly ideal compared to any more of the younger girls seeing her unclothed. “Can you- Umm, I . . . ” Only Elise’s head was sticking out of the stairwell, and she was curious whether or not Melanie had glimpsed the fact that her shoulders were bare. “Please, I need some help. Like, over here.”

“Umm, okay?” Though she seemed confused towards the request, she came back down the hall to join Elise at the top of the stairs. As Melanie rounded the corner, her eyes went wide. “Jesus, Elise!” Her eyes were naturally drawn to all the bareness below Elise’s neck for a moment, before she averted her gaze. “What- where are your clothes?!”

“Shh!” Elise blushed as the words echoed down the stone stairwell. “Study room,” she managed to get out after that, clutched her private areas with her arms. Speaking a lot more quietly in the hopes that her fellow prefect would follow suit, she said, “Where’s the nearest study room, Mel?”

“Fuck if I know,” Melanie replied. Under the circumstances, she didn’t seem to care about the lack of etiquette prefects were supposed to have in public. Shrugging off her blazer and offering it to the naked girl, she explained what Elise already knew, “Somewhere on this floor.”

Each hall had at least one study room where girls could go when their bedroom or suite wasn’t a productive space to work, but not every floor was identical. For the time being, Elise was just happy for something to wear. Taking away her hand from her crotch for a split second, she grabbed the blazer and turned away from Melanie. Racing to put the outfit piece on, she slowed just enough to not tear the borrowed layer in her haste. Unlike Anna, Melanie was slightly taller and slightly more endowed than Elise. The Edgewood blazer easily covered Elise’s top half, of course, and also partially covered her backside. Not all the way, unfortunately, but it was way better than the true nudity she had been faced with just seconds ago.

“Thank you,” Elise sighed. She was still in a pretty bad state of undress, but now it wouldn’t be noticeable from across a building. That, and she could cover more with her hands. Doing as much, she returned her hand to protect her most private area and used the other to hold the blazer together to fully keep her top half clothed, Elise turned back around and belatedly realized she had been showing Melanie her bare ass for most of the process. Unlike Kaitlyn and company, however, Melanie didn’t seem to be staring. “Study room?” Elise repeated. It still seemed like the best place to take a breath and regroup without as much risk of being seen by anybody else.

“Sure. And then I have a million questions.”

Obviously. But Elise didn’t care. She finally had a chance of getting back to her room without being further humiliated. Melanie led the way, and Elise followed while still being vigilant and ready to spring back to the stairs at the drop of a hat.

Just a little bit farther, and she’d be safe. Temporarily.

Clutching Melanie’s blazer tightly to herself, Elise let out another small sigh of relief when she saw the familiar windows of a study room.

Part 43

Elise released a much heavier sigh when she was finally in the safety of the study room. Or, more accurately, the study room within the study room. The area was designed so multiple students could use the rooms for small group meetings without distracting others nearby. Basically the opposite of the common rooms, which offered no such privacy. The dividing wall was mostly windows, which didn’t help Elise, though the second door comforted her nonetheless.

“Okay,” Melanie said. She sat in one of the chairs opposite of Elise. “Spill.”

And Elise did. She kept her legs tightly together as she settled in the seat, using one hand to continuously cover her bare womanhood while using the other hand to keep Melania’s blazer over as much of her upper half as possible. Clearly Melanie wasn’t going to let this go until she had some answers, and Elise kind of wanted to vent about all the things she had to bite her lip about earlier. It was a tricky balance, however, as verbally reliving the recent ordeal was a daunting task.

Elise started the story all the way back on the bridge outside, making plenty of edits and omissions along the way. Like how she chose to go to Kaitlyn’s room because it was after office hours and Elise couldn’t call on someone to help, even though it had actually been 4 PM when she had been summoned. But Elise had stupidly wanted to prove herself, rather than running to the administration to fix a problem that she thought she was able to handle on her own.

After that, things got a little blurry. There had been so many tasks, and tasks within tasks. Wanting to paint Kaitlyn in a negative light, Elise glossed over a lot of the smaller things that added up to the point where it felt like she had to keep going in the name of not doing everything else for nothing. Kaitlyn made her strip down, and kiss girls, and go out into the common room naked. Then the horrible first-year subjected Elise to boob slaps, and rounded the whole thing out with a public show of having the blonde finger herself to climax. And, of course, concluded by shoving her out of the common room.

Elise left out a lot. The clamps, for starters. The mortifying detail that she had been reluctantly and confusingly turned on for a lot of the public part of it. She was still convinced that her body was both betraying her and being used against her, but it was impossible to not take at least a sliver of blame for herself. And, most importantly, Elise didn’t name Anna at all throughout the story. The petite brunette was still impossible to read; half the time she seemed shy and nervous when it came to Kaitlyn’s directives, but then Anna seemed to take a bit of pleasure from things despite her outward innocence. Either way, Melanie didn’t need to hear about the focus Kaitlyn put on the specific girl.

Melanie was a good listener. She didn’t interrupt with questions or requests for clarifications. If anything, the dirty blonde was too quiet at times, as Elise blushed and stumbled her way through the humiliating story. When they had caught up to the present, Melanie sat up and looked Elise over. Her eyes had been appropriately up so far, unlike Kaitlyn and company, although apparently the lower nudity was finally too much to ignore. “Spread your legs, Elise,” she bluntly said.

“W-what?” Elise stammered. No. God, no. Not Melanie, too.

“Relax,” Melanie chuckled, “I’m not into all that. You’ve just always been so uptight, Elise. It’s fun to see this adventurous side of you. Streaking through the halls? Letting a bunch of first-years boss you around? It sounds like you secretly have a kinky side. Or, at least, a submissive one. Are you sure you didn’t want Kaitlyn to have your backpack?”

“Melanie, please. That’s not what it’s like. At all. I told you, Kaitlyn-”

“Elise. Spread your legs. Right now.”

Elise obeyed. Despite being free of Kaitlyn and the trials from one floor below, the mostly naked blonde hadn’t broken free of all the recent conditioning quite yet. Even though it wasn’t a dominant redhead giving the orders, a stern tone was all it took for Elise to do as she was told. Looking at Melanie with both fear and shame, Elise slowly spread her legs and even took her hand away with the assumption that revealing herself was a necessary part of the task at hand. “Melanie . . . ”

“Chest, too,” Melanie said, “Open the blazer.”

Once again, Elise felt compelled to obey. With trembling hands, she took both halves of the borrowed uniform piece and pulled it open to fully reveal her bare breasts.

“One last thing.” Melanie’s voice was gentle in its bossiness, yet just assertive enough to keep control. She was a prefect, after all, and still maintained an air of authority that Elise had herself a few hours ago. Not at the moment, however. “Smile. Then I’ll help you, okay?”

Elise complied as best as she was able. She pursed her lips into a soft, shy smile. It was the best she could manage amidst the unexpected turn of events. Another girl, taking advantage of how vulnerable she was.

Melanie’s phone seemed to appear out of nowhere. Trained right on Elise, it was clear she was taking pictures. Unlike the phones that had been wielded downstairs, there was no shutter sound to audibly show what was happening, but it was obvious nonetheless. “MELANIE.” Far more quickly than she had revealed herself, Elise slammed her legs back together and crossed her arms over her chest instead of taking the time to do it with the blazer. “Don’t!”

“It’s fine, Elise.” Melanie set her phone down, then gave the horrified blonde a warm smile. “I’m not Kaitlyn. I just want to see you break out of your shell; that’s all.”

Elise didn’t know what to say. All she knew was that another girl now had nudes of her.

Part 44

Elise simply waited in silence for Melanie to explain. At this point, she no longer had the energy to beg. Or perhaps Kaitlyn had broken her of the impulse. Even though this was a different girl, the results were more or less the same. A tiny bit of shame and protest, followed by submission and resignation to whatever was fated to her on Melanie’s terms.

Still smiling, Melanie stood up. “Wait right here, Elise. I’m going to have a little chat with Kaitlyn.”

Wait, what? That was a terrible idea! It was just dawning on Elise that she had been ordered and threatened to not tell anyone about her experiences with the cruel redhead. But, since Elise had desperately knocked in an attempt to get back in, only to be met with another passionate moment with Anna that ended with Elise being shoved right back out, the naked prefect had temporarily forgotten about the prior moment with Kaitlyn. Until now. “No, Melanie,” she said. With wide eyes and a blush that was quickly returning, Elise said, “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about all that. If you go there . . . ” she trailed off. Kaitlyn had said something along the lines of ‘dead girl.’ And she certainly had the materials to back that threat up.

“Elise. Relax.” Melanie rolled her eyes. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry, I won’t end up like you,” she winked.

Honestly, Elise wasn’t so sure about that.

But Melanie wouldn’t hear it. Elise barely made it through half a sentence before the dirty blonde was shushing her and reassuring her that everything would be fine. And then she left.

With that, Elise was stuck. It’s not like she could chase Melanie out into the hallway. Elise was wearing the borrowed blazer and nothing else, and the last thing in the world she wanted was to be bottomless in the first-years’ hallway. She had gone through enough, and it probably wouldn’t make a difference in terms of stopping Melanie. Her co-prefect had made the decision seem final, and Elise was in no position to argue in her current state. Especially if the conversation would echo down the hall.

So she waited. Without her phone or a nearby clock, there was no way to know how long Melanie was gone. Her sense of time was incredibly warped, too, as every minute felt like an eternity. The contact with the sofa kept her keenly aware of her lower nudity, and then there was the daunting unknown of what might be happening one floor below. Elise’s impatience got worse and worse, but she knew better than to leave the safety of the small, secluded study room. That way, the worst case scenario would be someone walking in on her. And yet another coin toss of whether she would get help from said person or end up dealing with yet another girl having fun at her expense.

After what felt like forever, and to Elise’s great relief, Melanie eventually returned. So she was capable of handling Kaitlyn after all. Melanie wasn’t empty-handed, either. She had an academy uniform draped over her arm, and Elise’s backpack as well.

“You’re welcome,” she said. With a bit of dramatic and confident flair, Melanie tossed the backpack on the nearest chair. She checked the back of the study room for a hook that wasn’t there, then settled on folding the outfit over the back of the same seat. “Why don’t you get dressed, dear? I’ll keep watch.” Not waiting for a reply, she slipped right back out of the room.

Elise didn’t need to be told twice. Keeping Melanie’s blazer on for the time being, she got up and scurried over to the door with her hand still cupped over her crotch. Just in case, as anyone could still be walking down the hall and be able to catch her movements. With the door now protecting her modesty, Elise released her grip on the blazer she had been clutching over her chest so she could grab the clothes Melanie had left on the nearby chair.

To her disappointment, it didn’t seem like Kaitlyn had given back Elise’s underwear or bra. Elise was tempted to call out to Melanie just to be sure, but at this point was more interested in wearing anything that would cover her more than a borrowed outer layer. The bareness below the naked blonde’s waist was the biggest concern, so she made short work of pulling on the plaid skirt.

Right away, she could tell that something was off. Her own skirt fit a lot more comfortably than the tight one now hugging her waist; this was Anna’s skirt she was wearing. Again. Lips tightening in both annoyance and reluctant acceptance, Elise moved on to the shirt. It’s not like she could complain. Any skirt was better than the alternative.

Despite knowing that no one could see her through the door, Elise still felt nervous as she removed Melanie’s blazer. For a few agonizing seconds, she was back in the state of undress she had been in for the longest time in the common room downstairs, down to it being Anna’s skirt she was wearing. Hastily pulling on the white dress shirt and tucking it into the tight skirt, Elise winced at how slutty the too small button-down looked on her chest. Even without a bra, her shape was still easily defined by the form fitting shirt, including the fact that her nipples ever so slightly poked through and made it obvious she wasn’t wearing anything beneath. On top of that, the blonde was still sensitive from the clamps and effective squeezes downstairs, and every little shift of the shirt on her nipples had a bit of an effect on her body that had yet to fully cool down.

As badly as she wanted to just put Melanie’s blazer back on, Elise knew that her co-prefect would want it back in order to comply with the academy’s uniform requirements.

So instead, she put on Anna’s, completing the slutty ensemble.

Part 45

Melanie put her own blazer back on. Once Elise squeezed into Anna’s blazer, Melanie passed over the backpack. “It’s all there,” she said, “Kaitlyn said she didn’t ever actually open the backpack, but she could be lying. Whatever. At least she can’t make copies now.”

An hour ago, Elise would have cared a lot more. Not only had she already thoroughly degraded herself and let things snowball way out of control, but it was pretty clear that Kaitlyn could do whatever she wanted. The dominant redhead definitely didn’t need the information in Elise’s prefect’s binder to find another student’s weaknesses and exploit them. She could manage that all on her own.

Belatedly muttering an awkward, “Thanks,” she wasn’t sure what was next. Back to the dorms, or was Melanie going to capitalize on the smiling nude she had on her phone? Before all of this, Elise would have been mortified at the thought of wearing what she was wearing around school. Not only did the dress shirt hug her bare chest too tightly, but the skirt showed off way too much thigh. As a prefect, she wouldn’t be setting the best example and, as a somewhat modest girl, she also wouldn’t be caught in anything remotely tight and skimpy under normal circumstances. But after tiptoeing through the public first-year dorms buck naked? Elise would have killed for a towel alone, so she would absolutely settle for ‘slutty schoolgirl.’

“So, Kaitlyn and I talked,” Melanie said, “Do you want to go over everything now, or back in your room?”

Normally Elise was a ‘rip off the band-aid’ kind of girl, but not this time. “Back in my room,” she echoed. Or, more accurately, as far away as possible from the building they were currently in. Plus her room was a personal sanctuary and had clothes that fit her.

“Let’s go, then.” The dirty blonde wasted no time in opening the study room’s secondary door and heading back out towards the hallway. Elise followed immediately, still feeling like she needed Melanie’s protection. They were both prefects, but the other girl was both dressed for it and was in the right headspace to be in charge. Elise? Not so much.

The walk out of the dorm building and then across campus was nerve wracking the entire way. As badly as Elise wanted to cover her chest with her backpack, she knew that a visual like that would only draw more attention to her. Instead, she crossed her arms to hold the blazer in place and to avoid letting anyone see how snug it was. Luckily, it was winter, so she doubted anyone would second guess her posture. In truth, no one really noticed that her outfit was slightly off at all. There were dozens of girls walking about, and all of them were dressed the same. With dinner being the focus for most of them, as well as scurrying through the cool outdoor air as quickly as possible to get to the dining hall and back inside, no one gave her or Melanie a second look. Still, Elise expected Kaitlyn to somehow materialize and insist on taking her to dinner so she could fulfill the promised date with Anna.

Instead, it was a rather anticlimactic walk. Entering the second-year building wasn’t quite enough. It wasn’t until they made it to the prefect suite, which was thankfully empty, and then Elise’s room that she was able to take a true breath. That was when she caught her reflection in the mirror. “Oh my God!!” Elise gasped. She was still wearing the collar. Surely someone saw that in passing over the last few minutes! It absolutely wasn’t an ‘accessory’ that would be acceptable with the school’s uniform. “Melanie!” she exclaimed, reaching up to find and undo the clasp, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Melanie just shrugged as she closed the door behind her. “I didn’t know there was anything to say. You’re Kaitlyn’s pet, aren’t you? I thought you were wearing it on purpose.”

“I’m not-” Elise began, before choking on her words a bit and deeply blushing. Kaitlyn had told her?! Elise had been so, so vague when explaining the events to Melanie. And her fellow prefect hadn’t even been gone that long. What else had the redhead shared while handing over the backpack and Anna’s uniform? Before speaking again, Elise fumbled with the back of the collar, taking a lot longer to figure it out due to her haste to get it off. How had she forgotten about it? Or not felt it, for that matter? She never even wore chokers, and the black leather was a lot more than that. Exhaling in relief when her neck was free of the faint tightness, Elise said, “It’s not like that. Kaitlyn made me!”

“Kaitlyn made you . . . kiss a girl? Walk around naked? Fuck yourself while everyone watched?” Melanie paused after that last one, letting it sink in, “Why didn’t you just leave, Elise? Why did you even show up in the first place?”

Oh, God. Kaitlyn did tell her everything. “It’s not- I didn’t . . . ” Elise stammered. Obviously, Kaitlyn would have put her own spin on the story and left out all kinds of crucial details. And since Elise wasn’t there to hear how it was told to Melanie, she was not at all equipped to defend herself. Also, Elise barely knew how to explain the events in Kaitlyn’s suite to herself. Putting on Anna’s clothes the first time had felt more like a typical teenage dare, but everything after that was a confusing blur that somehow resulted in her being topless and walking out into the common room in a collar. In retrospect, she hadn’t even been blackmailed or threatened beyond a few hints here and there. For the most part, Kaitlyn just talked her into things, and Elise somehow fell into humiliating obedience again and again until it was too late to back out or do anything except what she was told. “I’m a prefect!” she finally exclaimed. More accurately, she thought she could handle Kaitlyn and company herself, and ironically didn’t want to embarrass herself by seeking help from an administrator for something that could have been avoided. To Melanie, however, all she could muster was, “It was my job.”

Melanie leaned against the back of the door with her lips pursed in an amused smile. “Well, at least you got some new experiences out of it.” That was an understatement. “So, let’s talk. I’ll make it quick, so you can get changed and we can head to dinner.”

Right. Dinner. Did Elise actually have to go, or could she make a meal out of her limited study snacks? The last thing she wanted at the moment was to leave the comfort and safety of her room now that she had made it back. Plus Kaitlyn would certainly be somewhere in the dining hall, and Elise was absolutely not ready to face her again. But Melanie said ‘we,’ and Elise was in no state to push back against another girl at the moment. “Okay.” It’s all she could manage, in regards to the talking. Because she was curious about that, especially after being left in suspense.

Waiting a beat for dramatic effect, Melanie finally said, “Long story short, you’re still Kaitlyn’s pet. She and I decided that it’s best for you.” Briefly pausing again to make sure Elise had at least somewhat processed the words, she added, “And I have a message from her.”

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