The Educators - Part 13

The next morning starts like the one before. The hostages are taken to the bathing room, where they are, once again, given a cold shower with the hoses. Next, they are taken to the exercise room, where they are made to run laps. Today, this activity lasts longer than yesterday. After half an hour, some of the prisoners are exhausted and slow their pace, only to be quickly reminded to accelerate it by a sharp stroke of the rattan canes.

When the running is finally over, the twelve politicians and royals are made to stand in line, next to six stools. Prof Nairobi addresses the group:

-When I say your name, go sit on one of the chairs: Rania, Letizia, Maxima, Aiko, Kate and Meghan. The rest of you stay where you are.

-Dear pupils -says Prof Edinburgh-, today we are going to play two games that are both entertaining and educational. The first one is called “The Ancien Régime”. Sitting on their thrones we have six aristocrats. Standing, we have six commoners. We are in the early eighteenth century; aristocrats are worshiped as superior beings and commoners are worthless scum. You get the picture, right?

-Commoners, when I say your names, go bend on your knees in front of your Lady. Melania with Rania; Sanna with Letizia; Katrin with Maxima; Jacinda with Kate; Mette with Meghan and Mingze with Aiko -instructs Prof Tokyo.

Reluctantly, the six commoners take their place at the feet of their assigned aristocrat. Humiliated, Mingze sheds the first tears; Sanna and Jacinda follow shortly after.

-Okay, girls -intervenes Prof Mumbai-, I want you all to kiss your Lady’s feet to show her respect. I hope you are thankful for this honor. You are worthless peasants and those are the flower-scented feet of a noble Dame. Your filthy plebeian lips have never tasted anything so classy.

The six naked politicians start kissing the aristocrats’ feet. Edinburgh observes the scene with a smile under his balaclava. Rania, Letizia, Maxima, Aiko and Kate look very embarrassed. Meghan is the only one to maintain a poker face, while she watches Mette Frederiksen kiss her right foot.

-Good job, girls -says Prof Paris-. Now I want you to really show them how much you worship them. Lick their feet. Tongue their soles and then suck their toes. They must be sweaty after all the running. That’s unacceptable for a noble Dame. Make sure to lick every inch of their feet nice and clean.

By now, all six commoners are crying. Impotent, they all obey and start licking the royal feet. Again, five of the noblewomen feel humiliated by this mockery of their status. Meghan, however, has other things in mind.

“Oh fuck… I’m a total pervert… I’m the only one getting horny with this…”.

Doing her best to hide her emotions, the Duchess of Sussex looks straight into Mette’s eyes, while she licks her sole. The sight of a Primer Minister subdued at her feet is immensely erotic for Meghan.

-Well done. You are all doing a great job today -says Nairobi-. For the next part, we need the Dames to spread your legs nice and wide.