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 to be too great of a disadvantage.
"That was terrible," Kawashima Momo said aloud as she and the rest of the Turtle Team loaded 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 Student Council members turned to see who it was. Darjeeling, Commander of St. Gloriana's sensha-do team, stood 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 at 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 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 exposition 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 lustful look 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 her entire form.
Anzu put her hand on Yuzu's back, forcing her to walk closer to Darjeeling with her. "She's very obedient and her face makes a great seat cushion. 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, shut up. You know it's true."
Momo, who had simply been watching the events unfold before her in slight 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 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 on the collar of Yuzu's serafuku. "She looks really good in a bikini."
Darjeeling shook her head. "That won't be necessary. I have just the outfit for her already." With that, she turned to Yuzu and clapped her hands like one might when giving commands to a servant. "Come along now, girl."
Yuzu shot one last nervous glance to Anzu, who still wore her usual mischievous smirk. She'd 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 while one of them stepped forward to take Darjeeling's coat. Yuzu stared at them 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 calmly commanded.
"At once, ma'am," the maid said with a bow.
Darjeeling turned to address Yuzu. "Go with her. I shall be joining you shortly."
Yuzu nodded uncertainly, but did as commanded, following the maid girl up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway with many expensive-looking oil paintings and old-fashioned candelabras adorning the walls. "So...what's gonna happen to me?" Yuzu tried asking.
The maid did not answer her. She came to a stop in front of one of the many fancy wooden doors, turning the knob and pushing it open. "Wait in here, please," she said, gesturing into the room.
"O-Okay," Yuzu said hesitantly. She stepped inside and the door immediately closed behind her. While she'd been initially 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, and everything was fancy, western, and old-fashioned looking, but there wasn't anything scary like shackles or stocks. She relaxed a little as she ventured further into the room, examining the furniture and decorations. There was a round table with four chairs encircling it and a tea cup placed in front of each chair. There was also a rather large wardrobe against the wall. She 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 was all going to take place. She'd been so nervous this whole time, she hadn't really taken a moment to reflect on just how gorgeous the British girl really was. Despite her situation, Yuzu found herself getting wet at the thought of being used by her.
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 another maid who went over to the tea 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 today. 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 as blonde, although it was much longer and she wore it down instead of tied up in French braids like her commander. Also like Darjeeling, she 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 by the tea table were only a few steps away. Still, the way she politely made a request of them instead of simply ordering them around like she did with Yuzu and the maids helped clarify their place in the school's hierarchy a little more.
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 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 was staring at her as if she were very pleased with today's catch. The orange-haired girl eyed her curves enviously, seeming especially intimidated by her bust. The pink-haired girl grinned downright sadistically, looking eager to get started with whatever was coming.
"Yuzu," Darjeeling said, placing her tea cup down on the saucer so she had a free hand to gesture to the girl seated next to 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 knew something bad was coming. The anticipation was making her quiver in fear and a little bit of excitement. "What are you gonna do to me?" she asked shakily.
Darjeeling grinned. "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 as 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. "Jesus, 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 Yuzu's uniform top off. 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 schoolgirl panties.
"I would like to see," Assam stated, speaking for the first time since the girls 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 until she stood front and center before the older girls.
Yuzu shivered as she watched the two of them thoroughly examine her, now in nothing but her bra and panties. She'd never been treated so much like a piece of meat before, and she was frightened by how much it was turning her on.
"Very nice," Assam noted appraisingly. "Now the back." Darjeeling held up a finger and gave it a twirl, indicating for the first years to turn Yuzu around. "Very nice indeed," Assam said after getting a view of Yuzu's nearly-exposed ass.
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 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. All the other girls 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, they did as commanded, slipping Yuzu's panties over her pert ass and down her smooth legs. Now completely exposed, Yuzu did her best to ignore her dripping pussy.
"I thought Japanese girls weren't supposed to be so well endowed," Assam commented, transfixed by Yuzu's impressive chest.
"Many of them were not," Darjeeling said. "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 as Rosehip suddenly grabbed her left breast, squeezing and feeling 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 said. "Mind if I grope the slut's tits?" she asked Darjeeling, not caring about Yuzu's approval.
"Language!" Darjeeling reminded 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 act 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 said to her underclassman.
Rosehip sighed. "Commander, may I inspect the merchandise?" she asked.
"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 normal question while she was being groped by her classmate.
"Assam simply enjoys knowing things, my dear," Darjeeling said in response to Yuzu's 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 just '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 said, lifting Yuzu's breasts up 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 and she turned her focus to groping her 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 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 next time 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."
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 other girl nodded, mouth hanging open in wonder.
Assam smiled, shaking her head in amusement as both the first years began groping the enemy team's girl as if they were sharing a toy. "Do you have any siblings?" she 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 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 keep her?"
Darjeeling let out another haughty laugh. "No, the stakes of our wager were not quite that high, I'm afraid. Now, how about you two get her dressed? There should be a uniform for her in the wardrobe."
"Yes, Commander," Orange Pekoe said, bowing her head slightly. She and Rosehip grabbed Yuzu by the arms again and led her over to the wardrobe Darjeeling had indicated. 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 said, shaking her head. "Not to start with, anyway," she added with a wry smile. Yuzu couldn't tell whether or not she was joking, and she couldn't tell whether or not she'd enjoy that kind of humiliation either.
Orange Pekoe ended up doing most of the work with helping Yuzu get dressed, as Rosehip kept using her task as an excuse to continue groping her. The panties were much sexier than Yuzu was used to wearing, and she'd never worn stockings with a garter belt before. The dress made her feel like she was wearing something 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 as the first years stepped back to admire their handiwork, an obvious tinge of envy in her voice.
"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, now realizing just how high the spiky black heels she was forced to wear were.
"Not much experience with heels, huh, bitch?" Rosehip asked.
"N-No, Miss Rosehip," Yuzu responded, trying to keep her balance.
"Guess it's especially hard for you, being so top heavy," Rosehip commented, laughing heartily as she gave Yuzu's now-clothed breast a good upward smack.
Once Yuzu was standing before the older girls, 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 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 cross your arms in front of you," she instructed.
"Yes, ma'am," Yuzu obeyed. She felt a bit better now that she had clothes on, but the outfit they'd given her was still very humiliating, especially now that Darjeeling and Assam were openly ogling her still very exposed chest once again.
"Excellent. You look very presentable now," Darjeeling commented. "I suppose I should explain the situation to you 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 most 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, in no part helped by the knowing grin that flashed across Darjeeling's face as she explained it.
"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 secure for us 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 towering 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, feeling 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 beside her holding the tea kettle, Darjeeling 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 just barely covered her ass while she was standing perfectly straight. She suspected it bounced enough to expose the bottoms of her cheeks when 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, stepping over to Yuzu and putting one hand on her back and the other on her stomach. She pushed, directing Yuzu's movements until she was bent over in an impractically provocative pose. "There we go," she said, stepping behind her. "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 a yelp. "Be sure to stick your tits out too, love," she said, putting a hand on her shoulder and shifting 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 having too much of her assets 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 gasped as it happened. Even more of her cleavage was exposed now. Somehow, she felt more naked now than she did when she had no clothes to speak of.
"Very nice…" Assam cooed appreciatively.
"Splendid. Now, 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 wracking. She could feel her tits jiggle wildly with each step, certain that she looked like an absolute whore. She was still afraid of stumbling and spilling the tea, which would lead to punishment, whatever that meant. And she had no idea what was coming next. She hated how wet this was making her.
Once Yuzu was back to standing at attention in front of her again, Darjeeling gave her a slight, but 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 aside from serving tea. For instance…" Darjeeling reached down and slipped her shoes off before crossing her legs with elegant grace. She stuck out the leg on top, pointing her foot at 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 hose. 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. 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 pet!" Rosehip joked, leaning over and quickly slapping Yuzu's exposed ass twice in quick succession. Yuzu yelped, crawling a little faster.
When she got to her, Yuzu knelt at Darjeeling's feet. She paused for a moment, the other girl's outstretched, stocking-clad, tea-soaked foot hanging inches in front of her face. The smell of tea was actually quite pleasant, and the feeling of being in this position beneath someone so obviously superior to her was driving her mad. Her mouth hung open, watering with anticipation of what she was about to do.
The three other girls in the room leaned forward expectantly, also feeling an incredible surge of arousal at the thought of what they were about to see. 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 girl. 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? Go on, then," Darjeeling said calmly, wiggling her stocking-clad toes.
Yuzu glanced up at her, meeting her eyes. Everything about the other girl just radiated elegance and power. In 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 cradled Darjeeling's leg in one hand and her ankle in the other, then leaned forward, slowly running her tongue down the top her big toe.
The three observers in the room gasped as they saw tongue and stocking make contact. "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 of the other girl's hose against her tongue was heavenly. After licking the entire top of the foot, she 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 was now worshipping, she 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 her face as she shook her head in disapproval. "Bad girl," she said tauntingly.
"Bad puppies 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, 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 stockings around Darjeeling's leg. She was spurred on by both the threat of punishment and by how unnaturally horny she was. 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 the magnificently sculpted leg, lapping at it as if she were a thirsty dog.
Rosehip couldn't help but laugh at the insane 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, be nice!"
"A lady mustn't say such things," Darjeeling said, agreeing with Orange Pekoe.
"Even if it's true," Assam added with a smugly superior smirk.
Yuzu moaned as she suckled Darjeeling's upper thigh. Rosehip and Assam's degrading comments only seemed to increase her enthusiasm for the humiliating task, encouraging her to continue 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 puppy," she said, 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."
Yuzu was ashamed by how excited she was at the prospect of getting to lick her bare leg next. Quickly but carefully, she reached up Darjeeling's skirt and pulled her pantyhose down, leaning forward to plant kisses down her leg as more and more of it became exposed. She heard Darjeeling ring a tiny bell, so she glanced up at her to see what she was doing. However, she was given no new orders, so she continued with her task. After removing the garment completely, Darjeeling held out her hand, so Yuzu handed it to her.
Only a moment after the bell rang, the door open and one of the maids stepped into the room. "You called for me, 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 had walked in on. She simply walked over, retrieved Darjeeling's stockings, 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.
"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. 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, 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 back from it as commanded. "I believe my teammate 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 up there again and slid her panties off.
"Mm, daring," Darjeeling commented upon seeing the lacy blue panties her friend had been wearing.
Assam was too preoccupied to respond. Now with nothing on beneath her skirt, she stood up from her chair and pointed to it, wordlessly giving Yuzu her command.
Having heard them talking earlier, Yuzu knew what she 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 her 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," she 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 legs worshipped for so long, it felt good to have someone taking 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 get 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 said, gesturing to Rosehip who was unsubtly humping the air, practically begging for relief. "Would you mind?"
If it had been Rosehip who'd asked, Orange Pekoe probably would have refused. However, she never turned down a request from Darjeeling. "Y-Yes! Of course, Commander!" she eagerly agreed.
"Sweet!" Rosehip said, hopping up on 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.
"Oh, belt up. You know you are," Rosehip said, gripping the hair on the back of the other girl's head and forcing her to her knees. She felt Orange Pekoe's tongue get to work almost immediately as she shoved the 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 in, 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 shouted. 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 need. "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 started. The other girl also fell back, 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 said, climbing out of 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 began wiping 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 was still lying there, head leaning back against the seat of the chair. She 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 their chairs with Orange Pekoe and Rosehip standing to their sides and Yuzu standing 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 do 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 her hand. Unsure of what was coming, but knowing it wasn't good, Yuzu walked forward, still tottering along in her ridiculous heels. "Lie across me," Darjeeling instructed, tapping her lap.
"Yes, ma'am." Resigned to her fate, Yuzu did as instructed, knowing her panties were being exposed entirely as she lied her stomach down on 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, getting a grip on 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 this girl was definitely getting to her.
"Eeehh-heh! Four! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Uh, five, six, seven!" A sudden flurry of three spankings 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 she was to her.
Assam lowered her face down until it was close to Yuzu, staring her deep in the eyes. "You need to cum, don't you?" she asked.
Yuzu had been trying to fight it, partially because she knew she wasn't allowed to, and partially because it was humiliating to be getting 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 from her.
Yuzu did her best to conceal the needy moaning sound 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 on 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. 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 thing of which I am still quite curious. Get up."
A little whining sound 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 tea party, I think we should put Miss Kadotani's words to the test. What do you think, ladies?"
"Oh hell yeah!" Rosehip cheered excitedly.
"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. Having no bra on 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 pink-haired girl. "We still need her in good shape for tonight."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Rosehip said, taking the riding crop in her hand. She stepped back and immediately put it to good use, whipping 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 Yuzu's breast, then quickly raised her arm again and went the other way, hitting the other one. Each strike brought a yelp or scream from Yuzu, and Rosehip continued punishing 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 said 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."
Nearly in tears, but somehow still shaking in arousal, 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 said. "I have seen servant girls with years of experience make ten times as much noise when suffering under Rosehip's whip 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 said, turning to her right. Then she turned to her other side. "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."
The ginger girl's face lit up with excitement and she quickly moved across the room towards the bed. "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 her maid who was about to lead Yuzu out of the room. "Let her get some rest after her bath," she said before locking eyes with Yuzu and giving her a devilish smile. "She still has a long night ahead of her."