Speed things along

Rather than dish out individual punishments to the others, Zoey just gave them the same ultimatum.

"Have sex with three nerds each or spread itching powder on your uniforms. Go!"

The four remaining girls dispersed. Zoey turned to Heather.

"Yo-you're sick, you knooow that?" Heather moaned.

Zoey smiled. "I know. And here's the final nail in the coffin. When I clap my hands again, you will become my loyal, submissive, permanently orgasming slavegirl."

"Don't you-oh fuck! Dare!"

Zoey clapped her hands, Heather let out a long moan, then dropped to her knees.

"What are you?" Zoey asked.

"I am y-your pppperrrrrmmmmmannnently ooorgasming sl-slavegirl," Heather moaned submissively.

"Good girl," Zoey said, patting Heather's head. "Let's go get you a diaper. I don't want your pussy leaking everywhere."