By the time the last bell rung I could make her do anything. One day at the beginning of school I had her against the wall stroking her clit.“After ...he final bell,” I whispered, “I want you to go to the last stall of the boy’s bathroom and wait for me.”Her breath quickened and I stopped touching her because she almost came. The rest of the day I teased her mercilessly. “What if someone sees you go in?” “What if someone comes in before I do?” “What if you get caught in the boys bathroom?” The. “You mean to say, slave, you didn’t enjoy being repeatedly fucked by twelve well-hung slaves? Can that really be so?” Xena was shaking her head violently and sobbing incessantly, “Mmmfff... ugh... mmmmf... mfff... y-y-yer... esss... H-Highness... mmmfff... mfff...”“Perhaps,” smiled Venetia, “that was because you were being fucked in public?” “Yes... yesssss... Highness...” It was a kind of whining howl from Xena. “A little shy, were you?” went on Venetia’s taunting voice. “Uuuurfff.... ‘Hello Ralston! How delightful to hear from you again so soon. I was going to ring you up this evening to thank you again for being so kind to the kids at the youth centre,’ she paused, ‘and, I wanted to invite you to come by Edna Manley College any day this week, if you’re not too busy, to see an exhibition of our class projects. I’m not sure that you remember that I was one of the people whom you inspired during your first year with us and I had asked you for help with my major assignment for. I finally arrived at the house and nervously opened the door. As I stepped inside, I could see how big my job would actually be. It was a wreck from all the traffic. There was dirt everywhere, things were broken and I was surprised to find vomit on the living room floor. I went to the kitchen to find things to clean up the mess and was greeted with a grim sight. There was blood all over the floor and on some of the walls. It looked like she must have cut her head, then staggered around trying.