- Ready? Three two one. Started - commanded a troika.
Three girls simultaneously turned the faucet and the water from the tank rushed inside their bodies, filling the intestines. The triple was to the left of the nineteenth, while the eight sat opposite, with her legs wide apart and her back arched, and looking intently at the girl in the eyes, which expressed excitement. Water gradually filled them and in addition to the feeling of coolness, heaviness and some discomfort were added. The nineteenth has not yet decided whether she likes this sensation or not, although they have been doing an enema twice a day for almost a month now. But the youngest, as they called the third, it seemed everything was to their liking, she even closed her eyes, enjoying the process, a complete pervert.

Although what she is younger, the troika was only half a year younger than herself, the deciding factor was her appearance, which resembled a reed. The height was clearly inferior to her two girlfriends, her hair was black as night, but the skin was rather fair, a small, slightly flat nose and a small neat mouth, the picture was completed with bright blue eyes. Yes, and the figure was a match, narrow hips, a relatively small chest, although the girl herself said that before this school the chest was smaller. She was saved by an even narrower waist, which created the desired shape and the three of them looked like a girl, not a child.

The eldest in the company was the eighth, according to her, she recently turned twenty-four.

Water, meanwhile, completely flowed into their bodies, as vividly testified fairly hung stomachs. The girl felt pregnant and clumsy.

“The water is over,” the troika continued, “take out on command.”

The girls simultaneously pulled an enema out of their asses and squeezed the sphincter with all their might, starting to cast glances at each other. Who will surrender first? The game, once started by the eight, eventually transferred to all aspects of the life of slaves. In each action, they tried to add a game moment, it greatly facilitated life in this place, and it was a good workout, their work was clearly better than that of the others.

- How did everything get me! We sit here, raskoryachivshis, with a hose in the ass, we are treated like things or animals, shepherds are driven out of the stall every day and lead to trainers. And as we finish jumping and bowing, we are again driven back.

The girls turned to the speaker, it was again the eleventh. For a month of training in this place, the girls managed to divide into several groups, but not all, some began to withdraw more and more and talk less often with others, although they all loved to talk about everything except for their past. And there was also the twentieth, from which it was not all clear, like that and tried to join someone, but it seemed to be in itself. Whether her great age was to blame or whether there were any other reasons - the nineteenth did not know.

The girl recalled that the first to notice the emerging division was the troika. “This time I want to be among the best pupils, because here, just like in a regular classroom,” she said then. Well, the rebel squad of five slaves was headed by the eleventh. Rather not led, and was the loudest of them. And the rebellion was typically female, they discussed what they didn’t like here.

“Oh,” the eighth one squeaked, and a trickle of water began to erupt from her, which became more and more. The girl lost.

The nineteenth was relieved with relief, in every sense of the word, and a stream also began to flow from her backside. If, with the first stage of filling, the sensations were unclear, but she adored the final stage, when the water completely freed her insides, she felt as clean as never before.

- Lost, we are waiting for your exit, - she playfully reminded her friend.

The brunette stood up and light, during the training which became natural, walked toward the huge dryer that was located near the exit. Becoming her back to her, the girl spread her legs a little wider than her shoulders and with one smooth movement she bent in half, taking her palms to the floor. Then slowly began to straighten up, until it reached the half, so that the body was perpendicular to the floor. Then the eight with a slow erotic movement took herself for the buttocks and parted them, revealing her holes. At the same moment a jet of hot air hit her. Slightly twitching, the brunette with eager surprise began to straighten further, sliding one hand over her body, stroking her stomach, walking over her chest, she reached her lips. Sticking a finger in her mouth, she bit her nail while depicting innocence and surprise. The picture was comical and terribly exciting at the same time.

“Just sexy,” the blonde assessed her acting.
- Nine points, definitely, - picked up the youngest.
- And most of all I got you, - the eleventh was not appeasing. Apparently she was finally able to find someone to throw out her indignation, - You three, have fun, think that this is a game? Got tits for yourself, swaggering your asses and think that you can suck up to the owners and you have a sweet life? And I do not want to dance to their tune.

“It's strange to hear about insubordination from the one from whose ass a stream of water pours out,” the Nineteenth was already fed up with these reproaches. If this fool could not find a way to facilitate his conclusion, then it is only her fault.

“The eleventh, quieter, suddenly they will hear,” the slave’s friends tried to calm her down.
- I'm not the eleventh, my name is Diana. Did you understand?! - The girl fell for a scream.
“Listen, Diana,” the eight intervened in the conversation, “you push harder the next time, maybe more shit will come out and feel better,” and with a satisfied look the girl headed for the exit.

This was the last straw, the eleventh had just finished her work, the MiG sprang to her feet and tore off her shoe with one foot, touched the straps on the heel and exposed a small thorn she rushed to the offender.

- BEWARE! - just managed to shout out a troika.
Eight turned to scream and immediately got a shoe on the left cheek. A deathly silence reigned in the room for several long heartbeats, a red stripe began to appear on the brunette's cheek. The girl touched the place of impact, droplets of blood remained on her fingers. In the next moment, a tightly clenched fist flew into the face of the offender. A clap, a crunch of a broken nose and, in a second, a cry of the eleventh.
Immediately burst operational staff of the school.
- Everyone sit! - they immediately snapped.

Slaves obeyed, even the "rebel" quickly took a pose, holding the broken nose. Two minutes later, Mrs. Wanda came in, a holographic screen was burning on her wrist, and she was staring at it.

“So,” she commanded, “This is for procedures,” she pointed to the eleventh, “And take the second to the doctor when I finish with her.”

The teacher went to the eight, took her chin and turned her face to the side, looking at the damage.

- She scratched your cheek, but nothing critical, the doctor will fix everything and no trace will be left.
- Thank you, mistress.

“However,” Vanda continued, “You broke the nose of this slut.” For such that it should be.
- Slave relies punishment, - said the brunette, - I will accept the punishment.
“Of course you will,” the lady led the girl into her workroom, and the rest of the horde followed them.

The lady fastened the slave to the wall, chained her arms over her head so that she could not close herself from the blows. Then, taking the stack, ordered the count.

“One,” the eight hissed, when the whip made its first mark on her belly.
“Two,” she cried out, and a fresh mark appeared on her left breast.
- Three, - the punishment has not bypassed the right one.
- Four five! - She screamed when the blows went over her stomach again.

“I will apply the rest of the punishment to another place,” the lady gently held the slave girl across the crotch with the tip of the stack.

There was a swing and an eight, closing his eyes, squeezing his legs together. But there was no blow.

- Everyone saw? - Mrs. turned to the rest of the group, - no matter how I ordered, she would still have straightened her legs, this is a reflex. Therefore, I need assistants, girlfriends like ...