Ashley meet other slaves before class introduction.

Ashley was surprised to find that there already was a group of girls sitting together by the windowed wall, chatting loudly, or at least one of them was loud. Upon quick inspection she saw that the four girls were all wearing fetishised versions of your typical schoolgirl outfit complete with a short tartan skirt and a cropped white shirt. Three of which had brown or auburn hair and all but one, a blonde who wore pigtails, had their hair straightened and lose, reaching down to about their mid backs.

I'm not alone? Who are these girls? I have never seen them before.

Ashley scanned the makeshift classroom, that had been fitted with ten school benches, its soft green painted walls had a calming effect on the stressedout girl. I guess they aren't expecting may to attend here. She was saddened to see that a single bookshelf standing from floor to ceiling in the back of the room had been picked clean of books, which made it an empty husk of the wisdom it once held. So they don't want us reading. The fact that a white board already was installed and in frequent previous use made Ashley draw the conclusion that it had previously been a study room that they had re-made into the home classroom of **** class 1A. Ashley was sure that she had never been in here, she and Theodore rarely ventured to this section of the school since they did not have any classes around.

The girl wearing pigtails quickly spotted Ashley taking in the scenery and began to energetically wave at her.

"Hey!" She called out to Ashley.

The other girls stopped talking and all looked at her. Ashley felt thoroughly observed, though in a different way than when she was being led around by Theodore. Ashley cautiously raised her hand to say hello to the group that was examinig the newcomer. The pigtailed girl who waved at her seemed far to comfortable in their current situation for Ashley's liking, something is off with her, while the two closest with their backs turned looked to be about as uncomfortable as she felt when they fiddled to adjust their skirts. Wanting to cover herself as much as possible Ashley pulled at her own skirt again to re-adjust it after it had rode up on their journey through school. She silently cursed it for not being able to contain her ass. The pigtailed girl rose, allowing Ashley to get a better look at her, and waved Ashley over. She was slim and with a rack that shouldn't be possible for her bodyfat percentage, the buttons on the top half of her shirt were undone presenting an ample clevage. Despite the somewhat lacking width of her hips Ashley saw that she was still blessed with a hint of an hourglass figure. The girl's blue tartan skirt was about the same length as Ashley's own, though it reached much further down on her due to the difference in their height, not to speak of the vast different in size of their hips and ass. Ashley sauntered over to the group of girls where one of them pulled out an empty chair that screetched against the floor. Ashley graciously took her seat around the square bench that they had gathered at. Up close it was evident that the cheerleder effect had heightened their allure from afar.

"Um, hi. I'm Ashley." She greeted the group of girls while waving a little hello again.

"Madison." The one sitting closest to her said, nodding at Ashley. She brushed long strands of brown hair from her face and placed it behind her ear that showed of the delicate features of her face more prominently. Her green eyes and her button nose stood out among the rest of the group. Her breasts were smaller than the girl with pigtails and there was more meat on her that made her breasts look more natural.

"Tatiana." the girl next to Madison followed with an accent that suggested she might be from some eastern european country, but Ashley did not have sufficient knowledge about the region to pinpoint it. Her hair was darkest among the girls, looking almost black if not in direkt light, and her chest was the least impressive in the group by a large margin. Ashley wondered if she would even need a bra. Her blue eyes travelled up and down Ashley's body, looking for flaws.

"Anna." A shy sounding voice said. The girl who spoke was a fair skinned latina girl who sat crossover the bench from Ashley. She was holding her hand towars her chest to signal that she was talking about herself. "I speak english a little bit." then she corssed her arms across her chest to shelter them from view. She was overall the least remarkable out of the group since she looked the most like your avarage girl with wider hips one could stereotypically expect from latinas. If it wasn't for her dark brown eyes that felt so deep that Ashley could lose herself looking into them, there was no feature other than her latin descent that stood out remarkably. She wasn't as slim or buxom as the girl in pigtails, nor as undeveloped as Tatiana, yet she still had a better figure than Madison.

The last girl that spoke her name was the girl in pigtails that had first spotted Ashley. "I'm Danielle and we are all going to be best friends." She said cheerfully. Ashley was taken aback by her nonchalant behaviour, acting as though they were just meeting new classmates under regular circumstances. They were all slaves about to be learning god knows what together, nothing about this made it a cheerful event. They didn't even know what their schedule would look like yet, if they would even get one. Ashley had been so nervous that she barely registered the collars around their necks. Both Anna and Madison wore black leather collars with an O-ring in the front, while Tatianas was of a wider design in metal, made to look like the American flag.

"Heh, do you swear alligence to it?" Ashley joked, while motioning to Tatiana's collar.

Tatiana scowled and looked irritated at Ashley. "My owner would like you. He thinks it funny joke America collar Russia. I'm not even Russian but he refuse listen and tell everyone he conquer Russia."

Why do I always have to open my stupid mouth? Ashley thought as she tried to sweep it all under the rug by focusing on the other girls. Ashley's eyes widened when she read what was written in shiny silver letters on Danielle's black leather collar.

Daddy's Girl... Surely that can't mean literally.

"You are like THE sexiest woman I have ever seen." Danielle told Ashley bluntly before she could bring herself to ask about the lettering on Danielle's collar.

"So who's the lucky owner?" Danielle asked again, poking Ashley in her boob.

Ashley glared at Danielle who did not register Ashley's foul mood. What is wrong with this girl?!

"He is, um. Was, my best friend." Ashley answered, not knowing exactly how she should describe their relationship right now. She wanted to think of Theodore as her friend but he was also her owner and she wasn't sure where the line between their friendship ended and ownership began.

"Ooooh, you're so lucky. Please tell us everything and then you can ask about us, okay?" Danielle said, on the verge of exploding from excitement, while the others seemed much less interested in her story. They all knew it at heart. Woman makes mistake, gets taken advantage of, falls deeper into trouble, rince and repeat.

Great... we are already failing the Bechdel test. Ashley thoought, gathering her wits about what and how much she should tell these, to her, yet unknown women.