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It had been a crushing defeat for Ooarai Girls Academy’s sensha-do team at the hands of St. Gloriana Girls’ College. While Commander Miho and her Panzer IV team had managed to pull their weight for a while, in the end, the inexperience of the rest of the team had proved too great of a disadvantage.
“That was terrible,” Kawashima Momo said aloud. She and the rest of the Turtle Team were busy loading their things into their tank in preparation for the return to their school ship. “We’ll never win a real match if we keep performing like this.”
“Cheer up, Momo-chan,” Koyama Yuzu consoled her. “As long as we keep practicing, we’re sure to get better.”
“Don’t call me Momo-chan!” Momo said irritably. “And Kaichou, would you please give us a hand already?”
“Ehh? Nanda ?” Kadotani Anzu asked, sitting atop the tank and casually eating from a bag of dried potatoes. “You two can do that stuff on your own, can’t you?”
Momo sighed exasperatedly.
“Hard at work as always, I see,” came a voice from behind them.
The members of the Student Council turned to find Darjeeling, commander of St. Gloriana’s sensha-do team, standing before them.
“Oi!” Anzu called out, waving to her. “What brings you here, Taichou?”
While still maintaining her air of elegance and grace, Darjeeling smiled somewhat playfully. “I have come to collect my spoils of war, of course,” she informed the Student Council president.
“Oh, right,” Anzu said. “I forgot about that. Well, take whichever one you want.” With both hands, she gestured to her fellow Student Council members, who were very confused by this exchange.
Darjeeling turned to Momo, looking her up and down appraisingly.
“Hey, what is the meaning of this?” Momo asked, getting the feeling that the enemy commander was ogling her.
“Mm.” Darjeeling made a noise of approval before turning to Yuzu, giving her the same treatment. Her gaze halted on the other girl’s considerable bust.
Yuzu reflexively lifted her hands to cover her chest, feeling violated.
“My, my,” Darjeeling said appreciatively. She turned back to Anzu and pointed to Yuzu. “I shall have this one.”
“Hah!” Anzu let out a laugh. “Thought so.”
“Kaichou, what’s going on?” Yuzu asked worriedly.
“Hmm? Kadotani-san, were your subordinates perhaps unaware of our wager?” Darjeeling asked. “My apologies. I forget your whole team is rather new to this sport.”
“What does she mean?” Yuzu asked, still not liking the sound of this.
Anzu put her bag of dried potatoes down and hopped off of the tank, landing beside Yuzu and Momo. Slapping her hands together, she bowed slightly in an apologetic gesture. “ Gomen ,” she said, although the smirk on her face made her apology quite hard to take seriously.
“As I have said, she and I made a small wager, you see,” Darjeeling explained. “Had St. Gloriana lost today’s exhibition match, I would have donated a modest sum to your sensha-do team. I will admit, it is highly unorthodox to request monetary spoils, and the wager is traditionally made between commanders, but no matter. Since it was Ooarai who lost, your president has offered me my pick of one of her fellow Student Council members, with full privileges included.” As always, she remained polite and ladylike, but it was hard not to notice the worrying gleam in her eye.
“Ehh?? You mean--?” Yuzu turned to Anzu questioningly, hoping Darjeeling didn’t mean what she thought she meant.
“Relax, it’s just for one night,” Anzu replied as if it were no big deal. “Just do for her everything you do for me, and I mean everything you do for me.”
This did little to alleviate Yuzu’s concerns, especially given the knowing smile Darjeeling had on her face as she once again raked her eyes up and down Yuzu’s entire form.
Anzu put her hand on Yuzu’s back, forcing her to walk closer to the opposing team’s commander. “She’s very obedient, and her face makes a great seat cushion,” Anzu explained to Darjeeling. “She’s also really good at worshipping legs and feet, and even if she acts sensitive, those oppai sure can take a beating. They’re, like, the ultimate stress toys.” She spoke as if she were a saleswoman trying to convince Darjeeling to buy her product. The look on Yuzu’s face told her she was mortified. “Oh, don’t give me that face. You know it’s true.”
Momo, who had simply been watching the events unfold in silent disbelief, couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at this latest exchange.
Anzu turned to her with a smug smile. “I wouldn’t laugh too hard, Momo-chan. You’ll be taking her place with me tonight.”
“Ehh??”
“So,” Anzu said, turning her attention back to Darjeeling. “We good?”
Darjeeling smiled. “Yes, she sounds like just what I was looking for. She speaks English as well, yes?”
“Mhmm!” Anzu nodded in the affirmative. “Quite fluently.”
“Excellent. We do not usually speak Japanese while aboard our own school ship, you see,” Darjeeling explained. “I shall see to it that she is returned before your ship leaves port tomorrow. You may consider the debt paid.”
“You want her changed first?” Anzu offered, tugging at the collar of Yuzu’s serafuku. “She looks really good in a bikini!”
Darjeeling shook her head. “That will not be necessary. I have the perfect outfit for her.” With that, she turned to Yuzu and clapped her hands twice in quick succession, as one might when giving commands to a servant. “Come along now, girl.”
Yuzu shot one last nervous glance towards Anzu, who still wore her usual mischievous smirk. Yuzu would be getting no help from her. Thoroughly humiliated, Yuzu hung her head and followed Darjeeling back to St. Gloriana’s school ship.
“Welcome to my home,” Darjeeling said proudly as she approached an English-style manor house with Yuzu in tow. Inside, they were immediately greeted by several girls dressed in maid uniforms, most of whom lined up in front of them and bowed. One of the maids stepped forward to take Darjeeling’s coat.
Yuzu stared at the maids in obvious surprise and confusion.
“These girls are from St. Gloriana’s maid school division,” Darjeeling explained. Then she turned to address one of the servants. “Take her up to my bedchambers and have her wait for me there,” she commanded calmly.
“At once, ma’am,” the closest maid said with a bow.
Darjeeling turned to address Yuzu. “Go with her. I shall join you shortly.”
Yuzu nodded uncertainly, but did as commanded. She followed the maid girl up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway filled with many expensive-looking oil paintings and old-fashioned candelabras adorning the walls. “So… what’s going to happen to me?” Yuzu asked with more than a little fear in her voice.
The maid did not answer her. She came to a stop in front of one of the many fancy wooden doors, turned the knob, and pushed it open. “Wait in here, please,” she told Yuzu, gesturing into the room.
“O-Okay,” Yuzu said hesitantly. She stepped inside and the door immediately closed behind her. While she’d initially been worried that she was being taken to a dungeon of some sort, Yuzu looked around and saw the room was rather normal-looking. It was large with plenty of open space. All of the furniture was fancy, Western, and old-fashioned looking, but there wasn’t anything scary like shackles or stocks.
Yuzu relaxed a little as she ventured further into the room, examining the furniture and decorations. There was a round table with four tea cups sitting upon it and four chairs encircling it. There was also a rather large wardrobe against the wall. Yuzu stopped when her gaze fell upon the bed. No matter how she looked at it, Darjeeling would be using her sexually tonight, and she imagined this was where it would all take place.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening again, which caused her to flinch and stand up straight. Darjeeling stepped into the room holding a cup of tea and a saucer for it. She had changed out of her sensha-do uniform and was now sporting the standard St. Gloriana school uniform. Three other identically-dressed girls followed behind her, along with a maid who stepped over to the table and placed a kettle in the center of it. Darjeeling waved her off afterwards, and the maid left with a bow, closing the door behind her.
Yuzu recognized two of the other girls from the sensha-do match earlier that day. The one she didn’t recognize looked young and had shoulder-length, pinkish hair. One of the girls she recognized was young-looking as well, and she had orange hair tied in two braided twist buns. The other girl she recognized was a little shorter than Darjeeling and her hair was about the same shade of blonde, although it was much longer, and she wore it down instead of tied up in French braids like her commander. Also like Darjeeling, this girl carried a tea cup in a little saucer.
The two older girls stood side by side in the center of the room. “Ladies,” Darjeeling said, turning to the younger girls. “Would you be a dear and bring some chairs over for us, please?” she asked, even though the chairs were only a few steps away from her.
Yuzu noticed Darjeeling had politely made a request of her juniors, rather than simply commanding them like she did with Yuzu and the maids. She was beginning to see everyone’s place in the school hierarchy a little more clearly.
The orange-haired girl nodded, smiling happily. “Of course, Commander!” She and the pink-haired girl complied, each grabbing a chair from the table and placing it behind one of the older girls.
“Thank you,” Darjeeling said. She and the other blonde girl took their seats facing Yuzu, sitting down with elegant posture and continuing to sip their tea. The younger girls stood on either side of them.
“Ahem,” Darjeeling cleared her throat daintily after taking another sip. “Ladies, this is our prize from today’s match.” She gestured to Yuzu, acknowledging her presence for the first time since they’d entered the room.
Despite the sound of Darjeeling’s posh British English sounding like music to her ears, Yuzu shrank under the gaze of the other girls as all four of them began openly examining her figure. The other blonde girl stared at her as if she were very pleased with today’s catch. The orange-haired girl eyed Yuzu’s curves enviously, seeming especially intimidated by her bust. The pink-haired girl grinned downright sadistically, looking eager to get started with whatever it was they were about to do.
“Yuzu,” Darjeeling said, placing her tea cup down on the saucer, freeing her hand to gesture to the girl seated beside her. “You may have already met these members of my crew. This is Assam, the gunner of my Churchill.”
Assam nodded, and Darjeeling gestured to the orange-haired girl next.
“This is Orange Pekoe, our loader.”
Orange Pekoe bowed slightly in greeting.
“And this is Rosehip,” Darjeeling went on, gesturing to the pink-haired girl who still wore a wicked grin. “She was not a participant in our match today, but she is the very capable commander of our Crusader.”
Yuzu couldn’t take much more of this. Darjeeling was acting as polite as ever, but Yuzu could tell something bad was coming. The anticipation made her quiver in fear.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked shakily.
Darjeeling smiled lightly. “I will forgive you for speaking out of turn this time since I have not yet explained your duties,” she said. “But be forewarned. You will be punished for similar transgressions in the future.”
Yuzu’s eyes shot open wide with fear, but she heeded the warning and said nothing further.
“Now, to answer your question,” Darjeeling went on. “What we want from you is simple. You will be serving at our tea party tonight.”
Yuzu was thoroughly confused.
“I’ve brought my subordinates here to help me train you so that you might be suitably prepared for your duties by this evening. But first, let us get you properly dressed for the occasion. Ladies, would you help her change, please?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Rosehip answered eagerly. She and Orange Pekoe stepped towards Yuzu. It was enough to make Yuzu gasp as they advanced on her, but she thought better than to say anything in refusal.
“H-Hold still, please,” Orange Pekoe said, sounding sympathetic, but still grabbing Yuzu by the wrists to keep her in place.
Rosehip immediately bent down and began undoing Yuzu’s shoes, yanking them off and tossing them to the side along with her stockings. When she stood back up, she grabbed the ribbon of Yuzu’s top and ripped it out. “Good lord, look at those things…” she muttered, taking a moment to admire Yuzu’s ample chest up close. “Let’s get this off of her,” she said, letting Orange Pekoe know to help her pull off Yuzu’s uniform top. The pair of them made short work of Yuzu’s undershirt in much the same way. “Wow,” Rosehip said, her prizes now covered by nothing but a simple bra. Eagerly, she reached both arms around Yuzu’s back, intending to undo the strap. But before she could, she was halted by a voice from behind her.
“The skirt first, please,” Darjeeling requested.
Rosehip glanced back at her, nodding her compliance. Turning back to Yuzu, she held her gaze for a moment, the fire in her eyes making it clear Yuzu wasn’t off the hook yet. Lowering her arms, Rosehip quickly undid the girl’s skirt, pulling it off of her and letting it drop to the floor, exposing Yuzu’s plain white schoolgirl panties.
“I would like to see her,” Assam stated, speaking for the first time since the girls had entered the room.
Darjeeling nodded, acknowledging her request. “Bring her over here, please.”
Orange Pekoe and Rosehip complied, each grabbing one of Yuzu’s arms and marching her over to stand front and center in front of the older girls.
Yuzu shivered as the blonde British girls thoroughly examined her. She was embarrassed beyond belief to be wearing nothing but her bra and panties in front of what amounted to complete strangers. Even with Anzu, she’d never been treated so much like a piece of meat before.
“Very nice,” Assam noted appraisingly. “Now the back.”
Darjeeling held up a finger and gave it a twirl, silently commanding the first years still holding Yuzu’s arms to turn her around.
“Very nice indeed,” Assam said after getting a view of Yuzu’s nearly-exposed rear.
Darjeeling nodded her approval as well. “Okay, ladies. You may finish undressing her now.”
Rosehip turned Yuzu back around so she was facing the seated girls once more, then grabbed the busty girl’s bra strap and yanked it open. She and Orange Pekoe freed it from around her arms, and Yuzu knew better than to do anything to stop them. Now exposed to her captors, her massive breasts bounced freely. The other girls all gasped at the sight.
“Oh, my,” Darjeeling said. “ Very impressive indeed.”
“The panties, too,” Assam reminded the first years, snapping them out of their reverie.
Together, Rosehip and Orange Pekoe did as commanded, slipping Yuzu’s panties over her pert ass and down her smooth legs.
“I did not think Japanese girls were so well-endowed,” Assam commented, transfixed by Yuzu’s impressive chest.
“Many of them were not,” Darjeeling informed her. “Had you seen their Student Council president up close, you might have mistaken her for a primary schooler.” Holding one hand in front of her mouth, she laughed haughtily, her own decently-sized breasts pressing tightly against the confines of her dark blue school sweater.
“Ah!” Yuzu let out a yelp of surprise when Rosehip suddenly grabbed her left breast, groping and squeezing it all over.
“Now, now, young lady,” Darjeeling chided. “Remember to ask permission first.”
Yuzu feared that admonishment was directed at her, but Rosehip pulled her hand away.
“Sorry, Commander,” Rosehip apologized half-heartedly. “Mind if I grope the slut’s tits?” she asked Darjeeling, apparently not caring in the slightest about Yuzu’s approval.
“Language,” Darjeeling chided her. “I do apologize for Rosehip’s vulgarity,” she said, addressing Yuzu for once. “Her family comes from a more… working class background. She’s still learning how to behave in a manner befitting a lady.”
Yuzu was still uncertain if she was allowed to say anything, so she smiled cautiously and shook her head, hoping to communicate that she accepted the apology.
“Try again, please,” Darjeeling ordered her underclassman.
Rosehip sighed. “Commander, may I inspect the merchandise ?” she asked, clearly annoyed by having to do things by the book.
“Better,” Darjeeling said approvingly. She then gestured to Yuzu’s naked body. “By all means.”
The sadistic gleam returned to Rosehip’s eyes as she immediately jumped at the opportunity. Yuzu couldn’t stop herself from letting out another yelp as the pink-haired girl assaulted her tits, groping them hard and rough. “These things are insane ,” Rosehip mused.
“What year are you?” Assam asked suddenly, looking Yuzu in the eye.
Yuzu furrowed her brow in confusion, unsure if the girl was really asking such a commonplace question while she was being groped by the girl’s classmate.
“Assam simply enjoys knowing things, my dear,” Darjeeling said in response to Yuzu’s bewildered expression. “Indulge her curiosity. Answer any questions she has, and be as honest as possible at all times.”
Yuzu nodded, still trying hard not to moan as Rosehip continued to knead her tits and pinch her nipples, but she was happy to have permission to speak. “I-I’m a third year,” she said weakly.
“Always address your betters properly,” Darjeeling instructed. “Either ma’am , Miss Assam , or simply miss will do.”
“I’m a third year, Miss Assam,” Yuzu immediately corrected herself, her face contorting with a mixture of pain and pleasure as Rosehip suddenly pulled on her right nipple.
“Her accent is so funny,” Rosehip commented, lifting up Yuzu’s breasts and letting them drop so she could watch them bounce. “She sounds like an anime girl!”
Assam smiled, seemingly enjoying Yuzu’s discomfort greatly. “You are on Ooarai’s Student Council, correct?”
“Yes, I-- Ah! --I, I am, miss. I’m the vice president.” Yuzu tried her best to keep her composure as Rosehip’s hands traveled down her body. The pink-haired girl turned her focus to groping Yuzu’s ass.
“And you take care of your Student Council president fully , yes?” Assam went on.
“Yes, ma’am,” Yuzu answered, embarrassed to reveal that information, despite Darjeeling already knowing it. “I do whatever she says.”
“Good girl,” Assam said with a nod. “And I’m guessing she allows the rest of your sensha-do team to use you on occasion as well, does she not?”
“N-No!” Yuzu denied truthfully, worried by how much of a slut the other girls seemed to think she was. “It’s not like that!”
“Shame,” Assam said, sipping her tea. “A toy like you would be perfect for raising troop morale.”
“Then perhaps I shall make a suggestion to Commander Nishizumi when next we meet,” Darjeeling said, sounding as though she thought it was a good idea as well. “Ooarai may have lost today, but those hard-working ladies deserve some relief, I’d say.”
So far, while Rosehip had been groping Yuzu freely, Orange Pekoe had been standing beside her, watching with nervous fascination. Rosehip noticed this and smiled wickedly. “Pekoe, you wanna give it a whirl?” she asked.
Orange Pekoe flinched. “N-No, I’m fine,” she said, taking a step back.
“Oh come on, you’ll love it!” Rosehip reached past Yuzu and grabbed Orange Pekoe by the wrist, forcing her without much resistance to place a hand on Yuzu’s right breast.
Orange Pekoe gasped and instinctively squeezed lightly.
“See? Nice, huh?” the rose-haired girl asked with a wicked smile on her face.
The other girl nodded meekly, her mouth hanging open in wonder.
Assam smiled, shaking her head in amusement as both of the first years groped the enemy team’s girl as if they were sharing a toy. “Do you have any siblings?” Assam asked Yuzu, beginning another line of seemingly innocent questioning.
It took Yuzu a moment to overcome the two-fronted assault on her breasts and realize she’d been asked another question. “Y-Yes, Miss Assam,” she answered. “Four younger brothers, and a younger sister.”
Rosehip laughed. “Well if her mum’s got a body anything like hers,” she said, giving Yuzu a slap on the ass, “it’s no surprise her husband can’t keep his hands off her!”
Assam grinned wickedly, enjoying the little yelping sound Yuzu had made when Rosehip spanked her. “Do your siblings enjoy their big sister’s body as much as these young ones do?” she asked, gesturing to Orange Pekoe and Rosehip.
Orange Pekoe chose that moment to put her mouth on Yuzu’s right breast, beginning to suck on it with surprising eagerness.
“Nghh…” Yuzu moaned. “N-No, miss…”
“Hah! Lucky you,” Rosehip said, giving her another firm slap on the ass. “I’ve got seven brothers meself. I can barely keep their hands off me!”
Darjeeling allowed the show to go on for another minute before stepping in. “Well, ladies, are you satisfied with your inspection?” she asked.
Orange Pekoe was quick to stop what she was doing, taking a step away from Yuzu with a look of embarrassment on her face. “Y-Yes, Commander. She is an exemplary specimen.”
“Too right,” Rosehip agreed, giving Yuzu’s ass one last smack. “This one’s a prime piece. You sure we can’t just keep her?”
Yuzu’s eyes opened wide in fear.
Darjeeling let out another haughty laugh. “No, the stakes of our wager were not that high, I’m afraid. Perhaps another time. Now, how about you two get her dressed? There should be a uniform for her in the wardrobe.”
“Yes, Commander,” Orange Pekoe obliged, bowing her head slightly. She and Rosehip grabbed Yuzu by the arms again and led her over to the wardrobe. Opening it up, they found a maid uniform hanging amongst the other outfits inside. It looked quite similar to the ones the other maids in the house had been wearing.
“Oh, this’ll look good on her!” Rosehip declared. “It’ll be a shame to cover up a body like this, though. Can’t we just have her serve tea naked?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder at Darjeeling.
“I’m afraid not,” Darjeeling replied, shaking her head. “Not to start with, anyway,” she added with a wry smile.
Yuzu couldn’t tell whether or not she was joking.
Orange Pekoe ended up doing most of the work helping Yuzu get dressed, as Rosehip kept using her task as an excuse to continue groping the fat-titted Japanese girl.
The panties were much lacier than Yuzu was used to wearing, and she’d never worn stockings with a garter belt before. She’d never even seen heels as high as what she was forced to wear on her feet. The maid dress, while nice, felt like it was made for a much smaller girl. Not only was it short, but it had considerable trouble containing her impressive bust, causing her to show an excessive amount of cleavage. This was made worse by the fact that she was given no bra to speak of.
“Wow. It does look good on her,” Orange Pekoe said, an obvious tinge of envy in her voice. She and Rosehip took a step back to admire their handiwork.
“Bring her here, please,” Darjeeling requested, having not moved from her seat beside Assam.
The first years once again took Yuzu by the arms and guided her back over to the upperclassmen. Yuzu stumbled as she walked, having incredible difficulty keeping her balance in the spiky black high heels she was forced to wear.
“Not much experience walking with heels, huh, bitch?” Rosehip asked.
“N-No, Miss Rosehip,” Yuzu responded, still fighting to keep her balance.
“Guess it’s especially hard for you, being so top heavy,” Rosehip added, laughing heartily as she gave Yuzu’s now-clothed breast a good upward smack, causing her to yelp in pain and surprise.
Once Yuzu stood before the older girls again, Orange Pekoe and Rosehip let go of her arms, but remained standing at her sides. Yuzu fidgeted nervously, trying in vain to tug the incredibly short dress down to cover herself more, which earned her an amused grin from Assam.
“It is fine the way it is,” Darjeeling assured her. “Stand with your feet closer together and cup your hands in front of you,” she instructed.
“Yes, ma’am,” Yuzu obeyed. She had thought she would feel better once she had clothes on again, but wearing the outfit they’d given her was somehow even more humiliating than being nude.
“Excellent. You look very presentable now,” Darjeeling commented as she and Assam both openly ogled Yuzu’s still nearly-exposed chest. “Now, I suppose I should explain the situation a little better before we move on,” she continued. “You see, here at St. Gloriana Girls’ College, the best and brightest amongst the student body are chosen to become members of Tea Garden, the institution that runs the school and whose elite members eventually go on to join the high society of Britain. A few times a year, we at Tea Garden hold tea parties for our alumnae and other highly respectable peers. Since much of the school’s funding is made up of donations from these individuals, we strive to do everything in our power to show them a good time, and that includes having our servants on their best behavior and providing quality entertainment, if necessary.”
Yuzu shuddered at the implications of that statement, which was in no part helped by the knowing grin that flashed across Darjeeling’s face as she explained the situation.
“That is why I was willing to make such a wager with Miss Kadotani just to have you for a single night,” Darjeeling went on. “I am certain your presence will help us secure some rather generous donations from our distinguished guests.”
Yuzu wasn’t sure what to do in response, so she simply nodded her acceptance and tried to ignore just how scary rich girls were.
Darjeeling held up her empty tea cup. “Fetch us some more tea,” she commanded. “We must see if you know how to do it properly.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Yuzu bowed slightly, then began walking towards the tea table, still tottering about in her ridiculous heels.
“Swivel your hips more when you walk,” Assam advised. “Our guests like to see that.”
“Y-Yes, ma’am.” Yuzu was having enough trouble trying to walk normally. Trying to be sexy at the same time only made it more difficult, and she nearly fell over twice on the short walk over to where the tea kettle had been placed. She could feel four pairs of eyes burning into her backside the entire time.
After retrieving the kettle, she turned around and began carefully making the journey back over to the other girls. “Whoa!” she said in surprise, just barely managing to regain her balance as she stumbled once more.
“Be very careful,” Darjeeling warned. “If you spill even a single drop of tea, you will be punished.”
“Y-Yes, Miss Darjeeling.” Yuzu still didn’t know exactly what a punishment from them would entail, but given how willing Rosehip was to smack her ass and tits before she’d even done anything wrong, she didn’t want to find out.
Once Yuzu was standing with the tea kettle beside Darjeeling, the commander raised her empty cup. “Show me how you pour.”
Yuzu complied, holding the kettle above the cup and pouring carefully. “Tsk. No, no,” Darjeeling said, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Bend over more.”
Yuzu furrowed her brow with concern. “B-But Miss Darjeeling, my skirt…” With how short her dress was, it only barely covered her ass while she was standing perfectly straight. She suspected it bounced enough to expose the bottoms of her cheeks whenever she walked, and bending over even slightly would expose even more.
Rosehip laughed. “That’s the point !”
Darjeeling smiled. “Rosehip, would you come here and help Yuzu with her posture?”
“Sure thing!” Rosehip was quick to comply. She stepped over to Yuzu, she put one hand on the busty girl’s back and one hand on the girl’s stomach. With her hands in place, she pushed gently, directing Yuzu’s movements until she was bent over in an impractically provocative pose.
“There we go,” Rosehip said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “God, that arse looks even better in those knickers.” She punctuated her statement by giving a swift smack to Yuzu’s entirely exposed ass, causing her to let out another yelp. “Be sure to stick your tits out too, love,” Rosehip told her, putting a hand on Yuzu’s shoulder to shift her pose a little more.
“Yes, Miss.” Now posed like a porn star pretending to be a maid, Yuzu finished refilling Darjeeling and Assam’s tea cups.
“My, oh, my,” Assam said, staring down Yuzu’s top. “The view is quite pleasant from the front as well, Rosehip.”
“Indeed it is,” Darjeeling agreed.
“I think we could go for one less button though, don’t you agree?” Assam suggested.
Yuzu’s considerable bust had already prevented a few of the top buttons from being done up. There weren’t many left to unbutton.
“Hmm. The guests certainly would not appreciate it if too much of her assets were covered,” Darjeeling said, smiling with amusement. “Rosehip?”
“On it,” Rosehip said. She grabbed Yuzu and made her stand up straight, then swiftly pinched the topmost button between her fingers and ripped it off, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to button it back up at any point.
Yuzu whimpered pathetically, but raised no complaint.
“Very nice…” Assam cooed appreciatively.
“Splendid. Now, girl, put the kettle down and come stand in front of me,” Darjeeling ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” Yuzu replied. The walk back over to the tea table was nerve-racking. She could feel her tits jiggling wildly with each step, certain that she looked like an absolute whore. She was still afraid of stumbling and spilling the tea, which she’d been told would lead to punishment, whatever that meant. Worse still, she had no idea what was coming next.
Once Yuzu was back to standing at attention in front of Darjeeling again, the elegant girl gave her a kind, yet unnerving smile. “Now, I would like to test some of Miss Kadotani’s claims about you.”
Yuzu’s eyes opened wide in panic as she remembered everything Anzu had said earlier.
“This will also be good practice for the other duties you will be expected to perform tonight in addition to serving tea. For instance…” Darjeeling reached down and slipped her shoes off of her feet before crossing her legs with elegant grace. With her legs crossed, Darjeeling stuck out the leg on top, pointing her foot towards Yuzu. Lastly, she held her now full cup of tea out in front of her.
“Let us pretend a guest spills tea on herself…” With an almost sadistic smile on her face, Darjeeling tipped her tea cup over, letting its contents spill out. She slowly moved it up and down her leg, letting the stream of tea pour over everything from her thigh to her foot, completely soaking her dark black pantyhose.
Yuzu gasped as she watched this display, causing the other girls to giggle in response.
“Show me how you would clean up this mess,” Darjeeling calmly commanded.
Yuzu shivered. While Anzu was not as creative as these girls were, Yuzu was not new to this sort of thing. She knew exactly what the domineering girl wanted from her. After only a moment’s hesitation, she slowly dropped to her knees.
“Remember your manners,” Darjeeling said, reminding her to respond when given a command.
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” Yuzu corrected. Since she was a few steps away from the seated girl, she had to lean forward and get on her hands and knees to crawl over to her. Her nearly-uncovered breasts wobbled absurdly as she did.
“Aww, such a cute little puppy!” Rosehip joked, leaning over to quickly slap Yuzu’s exposed ass twice in quick succession.
Yuzu yelped, crawling a little faster.
When she got to Darjeeling, Yuzu knelt at the rich girl’s feet. She paused for a moment. The other girl’s outstretched, pantyhose-clad, tea-soaked foot hung inches in front of her face. While she was humiliated beyond belief, the smell of tea was actually quite pleasant, and being in this position beneath someone so obviously superior to her was doing something to her head. Without thinking her mouth hung open, watering with anticipation of what she was about to do.
The three other girls who were observing the interaction leaned forward expectantly, each feeling an incredible surge of arousal at the thought of the humiliating sight they were about to witness. Assam looked on with amusement, but she shifted her legs uncomfortably as she began to feel antsy. Rosehip had an obvious sadistic gleam in her eye, eagerly awaiting the chance to see her upperclassman humiliate the foreign bitch. Orange Pekoe had one hand covering her mouth and the other pressed firmly against her crotch through her skirt, losing her mind at the thought of what it would be like to be in Yuzu’s place.
“Well, girl? Go on, then,” Darjeeling said calmly, wiggling her pantyhose-clad toes.
Yuzu glanced up at Darjeeling, meeting her gaze. Everything about the other girl just radiated elegance and power. At that moment, she couldn’t picture herself anywhere else but at her feet. “Yes, ma’am,” she managed to say, her voice squeaking. Reaching out with both arms, she delicately cradled Darjeeling’s leg in one hand and her ankle in the other, then leaned forward, slowly running her tongue down the top of her big toe.
The three observers in the room gasped as they saw Yuzu’s tongue make contact with Darjeeling's pantyhose.
“Eww!” Rosehip said through her laughter. “I can’t believe she’s really doing it!”
Yuzu could taste the tea as she carefully and methodically licked along Darjeeling’s foot, savoring the taste of each toe. The feel of the tea-soaked material against her tongue was heavenly. After licking over the entire top of Darjeeling’s foot, Yuzu slid her tongue back to the big toe and put her mouth around it, sucking deeply. Despite her utter humiliation, or perhaps because of it, her arousal grew to the breaking point. Unable to resist the intoxicating aura of the beautiful rich girl whose foot she’d been allowed to worship, Yuzu took one hand off of Darjeeling’s leg and slid it up her own skirt, reaching for her pussy.
“Ahh!” Yuzu shrieked as she felt a stinging pain come down on her left ass cheek. Terrified, she looked up at the seated girls.
From somewhere, Assam had produced a thin black riding crop, which she now tapped against her open palm menacingly. An odd mix of amusement and pure disdain showed on the long-haired girl’s face as she shook her head in disapproval. “Bad girl,” she said tauntingly.
“Bad dogs get punished!” Rosehip said happily, letting out a giggle.
“Look at me,” Darjeeling commanded.
Yuzu quickly turned her head like she was told.
“Without my permission, you are never to touch yourself. I will not tell you this again,” she warned.
“Y-Yes, Miss Darjeeling. I’m s-so sorry, miss,” Yuzu said meekly, lowering her head in shame.
“And, until I give you permission to do so, orgasming for any reason is strictly forbidden, even if someone else is touching you. Breaking this rule will result in severe punishment,” Darjeeling said, noticeably more sternly than her earlier warnings.
“Yes, miss. I understand.” Yuzu nodded fervently, shaking with fear.
“Good girl,” Darjeeling said in a much kinder tone, smiling approvingly. “Now, continue. You still have my whole leg to clean. And be thorough ,” she commanded, sticking out her leg once more.
“Yes, ma’am.” Yuzu immediately set to work licking the tea out of the pantyhose, spurred on by the renewed threat of severe punishment. Unable to vent her lusts through touching herself, she turned to passionately worshipping Darjeeling’s clothed leg with as much vigor as she could muster. Her sloppy tongue movements traced the entire length of the magnificently sculpted leg, lapping at it as if she were a thirsty dog.
Rosehip couldn’t help but laugh at the pitiful display before her. “God, look at her. She’s in love with your fuckin’ leg, Commander. What a pathetic little foot-lapping whore!”
Orange Pekoe gasped. “Rosehip, that’s much too rude!”
“A lady mustn’t say such things,” Darjeeling said, agreeing with Orange Pekoe.
“Even if they’re true,” Assam added with a smugly superior smirk.
Yuzu whimpered as she suckled Darjeeling’s upper thigh. Rosehip and Assam’s degrading comments cut deep, yet they did not decrease her enthusiasm for the humiliating task. She continued to give the leg a thorough tongue bath until she couldn’t taste the tea anymore.
“Stop,” Darjeeling eventually commanded.
With a reluctant whine, Yuzu obeyed, taking her mouth off of her leg and leaning back.
“Do not despair, my little pet,” Darjeeling went on, smirking at the pathetic look on her temporary slave’s face. “You have done a satisfactory job, but I think my pantyhose would do better with a proper wash as well. Take them off for me, but do not touch me between my legs. You may continue cleaning my leg afterwards.” With that, she stood up, allowing better access to her pantyhose.
Ashamedly, Yuzu felt a twinge of excitement at the prospect of getting to lick the elegant girl’s bare leg next. Quickly but carefully, she reached up Darjeeling’s skirt and pulled her pantyhose down, leaning forward to plant kisses down the rich girl’s leg as more and more of it became exposed.
With Yuzu’s lips planted on her leg, Darjeeling sat back down, lifted a tiny bell from the side table, and rang it.
Yuzu glanced up at the sound of the bell, expecting it to mean she had to do something. However, Darjeeling looked down at her and gave no new orders, so Yuzu continued with her task.
After Yuzu had removed the garment completely, Darjeeling held out her hand. Yuzu handed it to her before going back to worshipping the British girl’s fine, smooth leg.
A short time after Darjeeling had rung the bell, the door to the room opened. One of the maids stepped inside. “You called, miss?”
“Yes. Take these and add them to the wash,” Darjeeling said, holding out the tea- and saliva-soaked pantyhose without even looking up at the servant girl.
“At once, ma’am.”
Yuzu was a little embarrassed to have yet another person enter the room while she debased herself for the amusement of the other girls, but the maid seemed completely unfazed by the scene she’d walked in on. The servant girl simply walked over, retrieved Darjeeling’s pantyhose, and left, closing the door behind her without comment. Yuzu couldn’t help but notice that the maid’s heels were not nearly as tall as hers, and her dress was longer and a lot less revealing up top as well. However, she knew better than to complain.
“She is… very well trained,” Assam commented, letting out a deep breath as she watched Yuzu continue her oral ministrations on Darjeeling's now-bare leg.
“That she is,” Darjeeling agreed. Glancing over at her classmate, she saw Assam was squirming in her seat, obviously quite aroused by the situation. An amused grin spread across her face. “You know, her owner also said her face makes a great seat cushion.”
Assam’s eyes went wide, looking to her superior imploringly. “Commander, please. May I…” she asked breathily, clearly at the limit of her ability to hold back.
“By all means,” Darjeeling said with a grin.
Assam immediately pulled off her shoes, then scooted forward in her chair as she reached up her skirt for the hem of her pantyhose.
“Patience, my dear,” Darjeeling said, holding up her hand.
Assam looked on edge, but did her best to maintain the appearance of being calm.
Darjeeling smiled wickedly to herself, clearly enjoying her friend’s frustration. Then she turned to Yuzu. “Enough.”
Yuzu whined as she was once again separated from Darjeeling’s leg, but she leaned away from it as commanded.
“I believe my subordinate has need of you now. Help her out of her undergarments.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Yuzu got on all fours for a moment to crawl over to the girl next to Darjeeling.
“Be quick about it,” Assam commanded.
“Yes, ma’am!” Yuzu repeated. Acting fast, she reached up Assam’s skirt, pulling her pantyhose down as quickly as she could, which was easy with Assam squirming to get out of them. Next, she reached back up Assam’s skirt and slid the rich girl’s panties off.
“Mm, daring,” Darjeeling commented upon seeing the lacy blue panties her friend had been wearing.
Assam was too preoccupied to respond. Now wearing nothing beneath her skirt, she stood up from her chair, stepped to the side, and pointed to the seat, wordlessly giving Yuzu a command.
Having heard the girls talking a moment ago, Yuzu knew what Assam wanted. She dreaded doing it. Anzu sat on her face all the time in the Student Council office, often while other unsuspecting members of the student body sat on the opposite side of the desk having a meeting with their president, completely unaware of Yuzu’s presence. She didn’t mind eating Anzu out, but the president quite often seemed rather unconcerned with her ability to breathe down there. She couldn’t imagine these spoiled rich girls being any better. Still, she obeyed Assam’s wordless command, crawling forward and placing her head on the chair, then turning over so she was lying face up.
Almost immediately, Assam planted her ass down on Yuzu’s face. “Get to work, girl,” the long-haired girl commanded, striking Yuzu’s thigh with the crop to spur her along.
Yuzu yelped in pain and set her mouth in motion, licking whatever was in front of her.
“Ohhh, yesss…” Assam cooed in pleasure, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. After watching Darjeeling getting her leg worshipped for so long, it felt good to have someone take care of her urges. She continued to moan louder and louder as her temporary slavegirl ate her out, enjoying the feel of Yuzu’s skillful tongue.
“A lady mustn’t make such lewd sounds,” Darjeeling teasingly reminded her. “Just as a lady must never touch herself,” she said, turning to Rosehip and catching her in the act.
“Aww, come on!” Rosehip complained, slipping her hand out from under her skirt. She had been leaning against the edge of the bed, fingers down her panties as she watched her upperclassmen humiliate the Japanese girl. “How am I supposed to watch a show like this without gettin’ off?”
“Hmm, very well.” Darjeeling turned to Orange Pekoe.
The other first year currently had her legs pressed tightly together, trying to suppress the urge to play with herself as she obviously ogled the commander’s bare legs and tried to catch a glimpse up her skirt.
“Orange Pekoe,” Darjeeling said.
“Y-Yes!” the ginger girl said, snapping out of her trance.
“Your classmate could use a little help.” Darjeeling gestured to Rosehip, who was unsubtly humping the air, practically begging for relief. “Would you be a dear?”
If it had been Rosehip who’d asked, Orange Pekoe would have refused. However, she never turned down a request from Darjeeling. “Y-Yes! Of course, Commander!” she eagerly agreed.
“Sweet!” Rosehip hopped up onto the edge of the bed. She quickly pulled her shoes off, then yanked her pantyhose and underwear down in one go. “Get over here, bitch.”
“Hey!” Orange Pekoe complained as she made her way over to her classmate.
“Oh, belt up. You know you are,” Rosehip gripped the hair on the back of the other girl’s head and forced her to her knees. She felt Orange Pekoe’s tongue get to work almost immediately as she shoved the young girl’s face into her pussy. “Mmm, that’s the stuff…” she moaned in relief.
Darjeeling presided over both scenes before her, watching with amusement as two of her teammates had their pussies eaten. Picking up her little bell, she again rang for one of her servants.
A moment later, one of the maids opened the door and came into the room, walking up beside Darjeeling. When she saw what was happening in the room, a look of nervousness showed in her eyes, probably expecting Darjeeling to want the same treatment from her. “How may I be of service, ma’am?” she asked cautiously.
Darjeeling grinned, taking much pleasure in her servant’s trepidation. “I require more tea,” she said simply, holding out her empty tea cup.
The maid looked surprised, but relieved. “Of course. At once, ma’am.” She quickly retrieved the tea kettled and returned to fill her mistress’s cup.
“That will be all,” Darjeeling said, turning back to watch the scene in front of her while casually sipping her tea.
The maid gave a bow and left in a hurry.
“Ohh…” Assam moaned, beginning to lose control again. “Yes, yes, ohhh, mmm…” Her pleasure sounds got louder as she went, now swiveling her hips as she rode Yuzu’s face.
Down below her, Yuzu began to struggle, unable to breathe as Assam pressed her ass down onto her face, but another sharp crack from the riding crop kept her in line.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished .” Assam said sternly.
Yuzu shuddered from the sudden pain and let out a muffled scream, but she dutifully continued with her task, desperate to get Assam off so she could breathe again.
“Play nice, now,” Darjeeling teased, sipping her tea. “We need to return her in one piece, after all.”
But Assam was far from able to hear her. She was completely consumed by lust, her only concern being to satisfy her craving. “Yes, yes, yesss!” she cried, grinding her ass against Yuzu’s face. Screaming in pleasure, she gave Yuzu’s body a few random smacks with her riding crop just because she could. The feeling of Yuzu convulsing below her from the pain and lack of air set her over the edge. “Ahhhh!” she screamed as she finally orgasmed.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s the way!” Rosehip cheered, Assam’s sadistic display spurring her on. She humped against Orange Pekoe as if she were fucking her face, grinding her pussy into her as the other girl continued to lap away. “God, yes, I’m gonna fucking cuuum !” She held Orange Pekoe’s head firmly against her crotch as her own orgasm hit her, forcing the orange-haired girl to drown in her juices.
“Ahh…” Assam let out a very satisfied sigh as she came down from her state of euphoria, leaning back in her seat.
Below her, Yuzu gasped, inhaling desperately, infinitely grateful to have air again.
“Phew…” Rosehip fell back onto the bed, letting go of Orange Pekoe’s head for the first time since she’d started.
The other girl also fell backwards, her ass hitting the hardwood floor. She sat there, panting with Rosehip’s juices smattering her delicate young face.
“Splendid,” Darjeeling interjected. “Feel better now, ladies?” However, her teammates were in no condition to answer. “In the future, do try to act more ladylike, though,” she chided them. “Such boorish noises are most unbecoming of you.”
“S-Sorry, Commander,” Orange Pekoe apologized.
“Oh, no, I was not addressing you, dear,” Darjeeling said gently. “You performed most admirably.”
This small bit of praise made Orange Pekoe’s face light up.
“Rosehip, help her clean up, please.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Rosehip reluctantly climbed off of the bed. Getting down on her knees so her face was level with Orange Pekoe’s, she put her hands on the other girl’s shoulders and began licking her face, lapping up her own juices. “Mmm, I taste good!” she commented, giggling to herself.
“Ew…” Orange Pekoe moaned as Rosehip let go of her and stood up.
“Alright, come on. Upsie-daisie.” Rosehip took Orange Pekoe by the hand, helping her to her feet. She then led her over to the tea table and helped wipe her face with a cloth.
Assam finally came back to her senses, climbing down from atop Yuzu’s face. “She really was quite talented,” she remarked to Darjeeling as she collected her underwear and began to redress herself. “I predict she will be quite popular with the guests tonight.”
“Excellent,” Darjeeling said, eyeing Yuzu appreciatively. The Japanese girl still lay there, head leaning back against the seat of the chair. Darjeeling was tempted to slip off her panties and slide one chair over to give that face a ride herself. However, she had other plans. “Get up,” she told Yuzu.
“Yes...ma’am.” Yuzu complied, still breathing heavily. As she stood upright, she fixed her outfit as best she could, trying not to look too disheveled. However, her hair was still a mess, and her face was covered in Assam’s pussy juice. Anzu sometimes made her wear her juices on her face all day, so she decided to wait until she was given permission before doing anything to clean it.
Once everyone had sorted themselves out, they all returned to their original positions. Darjeeling and Assam sat in the chairs, Orange Pekoe and Rosehip stood at their sides, and Yuzu stood at attention in front of them. Darjeeling’s legs and feet were still bare, and Rosehip’s shoes, tights, and panties were still haphazardly discarded by the foot of the bed, but otherwise, the four St. Gloriana students looked as clean and composed as ever.
“Now, then,” Darjeeling began. “Yuzu, you have been extremely obedient and well-behaved so far, hasn’t she, ladies?”
Her subordinates all nodded in agreement.
“We have seen your ability to serve tea, clean up a mess, and provide pleasure services with minimal complaints. However, in the event that you happen to displease one of our guests, we need to know you are able to take your punishment like a good girl.”
Yuzu’s eyes shot open wide with fear at her words. Assam smiled in amusement at her reaction, while a look of sadistic glee spread across Rosehip’s face.
Darjeeling simply grinned. “Here at St. Gloriana, we do not tolerate whining, begging, or excuses of any kind from servants who are being disciplined. Are you able to handle that?”
“Y-Yes, Miss Darjeeling,” Yuzu responded, doing her best to hide her terror.
“Show me,” Darjeeling said, beckoning her with one hand.
Unsure of what was coming, but knowing it wasn’t good, Yuzu walked forward, still struggling to walk in the absurd stripper heels she wore.
“Lie across me,” Darjeeling instructed, tapping her lap.
“Yes, ma’am.” Resigned to her fate, Yuzu did as instructed, knowing her panties were exposed entirely as she laid her stomach down across Darjeeling’s lap. She shivered in surprise when she felt a hand on her ass, but she wasn’t being spanked yet; merely groped and examined.
“Mmm,” Darjeeling moaned appreciatively. “Now, I shall give you ten strikes to begin with. You are to count out loud with each strike. Once I am finished, you will thank me for disciplining you. Understood?” she asked, gripping Yuzu’s panties and pulling them down to her thighs.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Without any further discussion, Darjeeling raised her hand into the air, then swiftly brought it back down on Yuzu’s bare ass with surprising force.
“ Ah !” Yuzu yelped at the sharp pain, but quickly remembered to do as she was told. “One!”
“Good girl,” Darjeeling praised. “You may scream if you must. Some guests enjoy hearing that, after all. But try to keep it to a minimum.”
“Yes, Miss Dar-- Ah ! Two!” Another swift spanking interrupted Yuzu’s confirmation, but she quickly recovered.
“Mmm, now it’s gettin’ good,” Rosehip interjected. “I love those sounds.”
“ Ahh-hah ! Th-Three!” Yuzu counted after another harsh slap.
Orange Pekoe let out a little whine as she watched the display in front of her. Unlike Assam and Rosehip, she hadn’t had a chance to get off yet, and seeing her commander punishing the foreign girl was definitely getting to her.
“ Eeehh-heh ! Four! Ah! Ah! Ahhh ! Uh, five, six, seven!” A sudden flurry of three slaps in rapid succession caught Yuzu off guard, and she tried to compensate by counting off quickly after all of them.
“Tsk, tsk,” Darjeeling chided. “You are to count after each strike. You must be quicker than that. You are still at five. Try again.”
“Y-Yes, m-- Ah ! Five! Six! Seven! Nghhh…”
“Good girl,” Darjeeling said. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous. More often than not, any mistake will mean starting the count over at one.”
“Th-Thank you for your kindness, miss,” Yuzu said, panting heavily. When she looked up, she saw Assam looking down at her, and she realized just how close they were to each other.
Assam lowered her face until it was close to Yuzu’s, staring deep into her eyes. “You need to cum, don’t you?” the mysterious girl asked in a low voice.
Yuzu had been trying to fight it, partially because she knew she wasn’t allowed to, and partially because it was humiliating to get this turned on from getting spanked like a little girl, but it was true. The burning need for an orgasm was overtaking her more and more with each strike. “Yes, Miss Assam. Ahh ! Eight!”
Assam smirked, putting her hand to her chin as if she were thinking it over. “Hmm… Too bad!” she said, leaning away.
Yuzu did her best to conceal the needy moan she made after being turned down. “ Nghha-hah ! Nine!”
For the final strike, Darjeeling raised her hand high up in the air, letting it hang for several seconds as Yuzu’s anticipation built. Then, with more force than her previous blows, she brought her open hand down swiftly onto Yuzu’s already bright red ass.
“ Ahhhhh ! Ahh-hah-hah...Ten. Th-Thank you for punishing me, Miss Darjeeling.” Tears leaked from Yuzu’s eyes, and her ass cheeks were in considerable pain. She felt like crying. But despite that, her pussy was soaking wet, and she was desperate to get off.
“God, that was good ,” Rosehip commented. “I am soaked over here.”
Darjeeling smiled down at Yuzu. “You are quite welcome, girl. You did very well. I am satisfied with your ability to receive discipline.”
Yuzu felt a wave of relief wash over her, but all of that went out the window as soon as Darjeeling continued.
“However, Miss Kadotani informed me of one more facet of your training of which I am still quite curious. Stand up.”
A little whine escaped Yuzu’s throat as she realized what Darjeeling was talking about. “Y-Yes, ma’am.” On shaky legs, she stood back up and returned to her position at attention in front of the seated girls.
“When I came to retrieve her after the match earlier today, her owner informed me that her breasts in particular could take quite a bit of punishment,” Darjeeling explained to her subordinates. “As that may come up in the event that she makes a mistake over the course of the evening, I think we should put Miss Kadotani’s words to the test. What do you think, ladies?”
“Oh hell yeah!” Rosehip cheered exuberantly.
“I think that is a marvelous idea, Commander,” Assam joined in.
“I am thrilled you agree,” Darjeeling said. “Expose your breasts,” she commanded Yuzu.
“...Yes, ma’am.” Reluctantly obeying, Yuzu undid the few buttons she’d been allowed on the front of her maid dress. Having no bra underneath, her impressive chest spilled out immediately.
Before any other orders could be given, Rosehip stepped up to Yuzu and grabbed her tits, roughly fondling them just as she’d done earlier. “Good god…” she said, pulling one hand back and giving the right breast a harsh smack, causing Yuzu to yelp in pain. “I’ve been wanting to smack up this cow’s udders from the moment I saw them.” She punctuated her sentence by giving Yuzu’s other breast another rough slap. Turning around, she looked back to Assam. “Gimme the crop,” she said, holding out her hand.
Assam turned to Darjeeling, who nodded her approval. Shrugging, Assam handed it over to Rosehip. “Try not to go overboard, now,” she reminded the sadistic rose-haired girl. “We still need her in good shape for tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Rosehip took the riding crop in her hand. She stepped back and immediately put it to good use, striking one of Yuzu’s tits with great force.
“ Ahh !” Yuzu screamed, shaking, but managing to stay on her feet.
An insane smile spread across Rosehip’s face, enjoying the sight and sound of the other girl’s suffering. She let out a terrifying little giggle before quickly getting back to work. Moving her arm diagonally, she whipped one of Yuzu’s breasts, then quickly raised her arm again and brought it down in the other direction, hitting her other breast. Each strike brought a fresh scream out of Yuzu's mouth, and Rosehip continued to punish both her tits as she moved her arm in an almost figure-8 motion.
“Enough,” Darjeeling commanded before very long, taking a much sterner tone than she usually did with anyone other than her servants.
“ Whoo !” Rosehip exclaimed as she took a step back. “What a rush . I think I need to get off again after that!”
“You have had quite enough for today,” Darjeeling denied her. “Yuzu, fix your dress.”
Already in tears and shaking from the pain, Yuzu nodded her head. “Thank you, ma’am.”
Huffing frustratedly, Rosehip returned Assam’s crop and took her place standing at her side once again.
Darjeeling gave Yuzu a look of approval. “You performed superbly,” she told her. “I have seen servant girls with years of training make ten times as much noise when suffering under Rosehip’s lash for half the time you did.”
Yuzu shot a terrified glance at Rosehip, who gave her an evil smile in return. “Thank you, ma’am,” she said to Darjeeling.
“Now then, I think we have more than suitably prepared you for the night’s activities,” Darjeeling said, ringing her little bell once again.
In no time at all, another maid entered the room, asking how she could be of service.
“I want this one bathed before the tea party,” Darjeeling ordered, gesturing to Yuzu.
The maid bowed and moved to collect her.
“Assam, Rosehip, you two should go get ready as well,” Darjeeling told her subordinates. “Orange Pekoe, wait for me on the bed.”
Orange Pekoe’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “You mean--?”
Darjeeling smiled. “Yes. You did very well to hold back throughout this entire training session. I think the both of us have earned a little relief, no?”
The ginger girl’s face lit up with excitement. “Yes! Thank you, Commander!”
Assam and Rosehip smirked and rolled their eyes as they left the room together.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Darjeeling said, stopping the maid who was about to lead Yuzu out of the room. “Let her get some rest after her bath,” she said, locking eyes with Yuzu and giving her a devilish smile. “She still has quite a long night ahead of her.”
