3. Prep work
#3 of Punishment to Fit the Criminal
This chapter is kinda short, but I think the ending is worth it. Next chapter should be much longer, because I (and the Disciplinarian) have a lot of interesting things to do. Heh, heh, heh. *wicked grin*
Without another word, the Disciplinarian went through the door to their right, leaving the three young furs alone in the plain white room.
To Rachel's left, Hannah said, "What's he going to do next, Rachel?"
"How should I know?"
"It's your worst fear. Surely you know what's going to happen."
"No! I'm already more embarrassed than I thought was possible, but he acts like we've only just started. I have no idea what's next, and that might be the worst part."
On Rachel's right, Sara groaned. "We're naked, strapped to metal tables, and we don't even know what's going on? Is this really a punishment, or is Mr. Thoreau just a pervert?"
As if on cue, the door to their right opened again, and Vice-principal Thoreau came back into the room. "Oh, you know, some from column A, some from column B. Yes, this is really your punishment, but I am a pervert as well. Thanks for noticing."
The girls exchanged incredulous looks. Being bound hand and foot made it tricky, but they managed.
Mr. Thoreau snorted and stamped a foot. "Well, you'll be glad to hear that the waiting is almost over. The Principal's secretary--what is her name, anyway? I'm always forgetting. Anyway, she tells me that everything will be ready in about fifteen minutes, which leaves us just enough time to get you three ready."
The Disciplinarian walked over to Rachel and added a leather strap between her shoulders and breasts, leaving only her head free to twist and turn. He then added another pair of metal restraints to her mid-thighs, and Rachel frowned slightly. The leather strap made sense, but the ankle restraints already held her legs still, so what was the point--
Rachel's train of thought was cut off with a gasp as the metal on her thighs began to vibrate, sending shockwaves through muscle and bone. Matching gasps soon sounded from Hannah and Sara, but Rachel barely noticed. She was too busy enjoying the strange sensations that were being produced.
Her enjoyment was smothered by horror as she realized that the vibrations weren't all that was tingling down there. She could actually feel her private place swelling further and letting loose a tear of moisture to run down the crack of her butt. She could even feel her button growing larger and pushing its way out into the cool air, and she shuddered from the mixture of feelings and emotions that ran through her like a freight train.
When the door had let the Disciplinarian past again, the squirrel's voice came out from Rachel's left. "W-what's happening? I feel funny."
Sara said, "M-me too. It feels kinda like... Rachel, is this what happened to you a bit ago? ... Rachel?"
Rachel couldn't speak. She was too busy trying to dissolve, become invisible, sink through the table, or all three at once. As she trembled in humiliation, a chilling thought went through her head. I'm even more embarrassed than I was a minute ago. If this still isn't the "main event", what will that be like?
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By Rachel's calculations, it had been two and a half eternities since the Disciplinarian left them alone again. Caught between pleasure, embarrassment, and terror, she barely even heard Hannah and Sarah's further words. She vaguely knew that they were trying to get a response out of her, but that was a distant fact, like the height of a faraway mountain.
The door opened again and her fears crystallized as the Disciplinarian walked back into the room. He stopped at the feet of each girl and looked between her legs, nodding to himself. After looking at Hannah's secret place he nodded more strongly. "Good, you're all ready."
Leaving the vibrating bands on the girls' thighs, the Disciplinarian opened the door to their left and said, "Okay, guys, let's take them out." As he stepped back, the bear and a crocodile Rachel recognized as one of the custodians came into the room. The bear looked as neutral as ever, but the smile on the croc's face gave Rachel chills.
Each of the three came to the side of one of the tables, turned it, and began guiding it out through the left-hand door, head-first.
As Hannah reached the door, she gasped, and Rachel instinctively tilted her head up to get a look. The sight she got, however, was not the one she expected, and her blush renewed itself as she found herself staring right up between Hannah's legs at her swollen and leaking treasure. She turned her head back down, only to meet the croc's eyes and see his smile get even broader.
Shuddering, Rachel waited for Hannah's table to turn out of view before she craned her head again, struggling to see what Hannah had. When she did, she frowned to herself. What are a bunch of old clothes doing here?
A moment later, the answer hit her, and she cried out in surprise. _No, not old clothes.
COSTUMES _