I became the official mascot of the class, and the guinea pig for everything. My musician's pony tail gave way to a chic red/blonde layered cut, I ha...e long red fiberglass nails and everyone practices body waxing on me. People rush to lend me clothes, dress me up like a Barbie Doll. I got used to going to the ladies room, shopping for fashion teasures at thrift stores.What kept me from freaking out about all this was the gals in the class. It was almost like they were my personal harem,. I guess you forgot Mother named me after her favorite Great Aunt Saphronia.”“Okay…I forgot all about dear ol’ Aunt Saphronia. That explains why no one connected you with me. Even I wouldn’t have connected the name Saphronia Taylor to you. No one ever called you by that name your whole life.”Sadie looked at me with an anxious expression and said, “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but I would rather no one knows I am your Sister. And don’t you dare pull any strings to get me a choice. “Sora, are they drugged?”She smiled:“A little bit of joint, Sir….nothing more……..Which one would you like first?”I smiled, grabbed her hair, and threw her on the desk:“You, my little bitch…..” and I unchained my beast, and tore her tights away, and pushed my fingers deep into her pussy. She moaned:“Yes, Sir……please, take your little bitch!”I turned her around, grabbed her tits and called the single girl:“You, whore! Lick her asshole!”Girl looked at me with curious look, and I swore. She didn’t. “Stop your fuckin squirming.. you stupid cunt!” Zack shouted. He smacked her ass cheeks hard three times, before reaching out with a pissed off grunt for the roll of duct tape.Terri was in a full on panic, unable to stop her bound body from thrashing about. Trying futilely to escape this brutal horrifying assault. Then a shadow flew before her eyes and something covered her face. It was more tape. The bastard was applying more tape to her face.And then with utter horrific realization, she felt.