Then put through her paces

Come lunch, the class in general were gaggled around the new member in their midst. Trying to pry loose any information they could about who she was, or where she came from… or even if 'she' was how she wanted to be referred to.

But there was very little offered to satisfy any of this curiosity. Whether for shyness or some other reason, 'Beth' seemed to crawl away inside herself from all the attention. Muttering only timid, non-committal replies and seeming **** to be anywhere else but in the centre of all this attention. Jesse, being all too familiar with such squeamishness in crowds, hung back and stayed clear… hoping to give the poor thing some room.

However, he was still just as curious over the answers to all those questions as anyone else. He watched carefully as Franceska stomped off toward the cafeteria… now clearly determined to show as little interest in the newcomer as possible. It struck him as especially strange, as the laid back girl would normally be the first to step in and rescue someone from the herd of hounding gossipers, when her den-mother instincts kicked in. He mentioned it to Suzy as they trotted along the corridors together as well, but the other sissy didn't seem particularly interested. His world still revolved almost entirely around two pillars: Jesse and Daddy. Anyone else was just not really worth noticing much.

Sitting down to eat, though… the usual four were soon joined by two more. Binita appeared with the new student in tow, having apparently been the one to step up and offer a wing to shelter under. It was quite funny, really… to see the much taller and more muscular Beth trying her best to hide behind her tiny, brown-skinned companion. Introductions were made… though Fran offered little more than a vague grunt, and seemed unable to even look at the newcomer for more than a second or two. By comparison… when Lizzy offered a smile and arms open for a hug, her usual sunny disposition on full display. It was Beth who acted rather strangely: **** on her words and seeming terrified to be even touched by the smaller creature.

Lizzy laughed it off and they all settled down into the usual lunchtime chattering, hoping to let their companion feel less picked out upon. But Jesse was in full spy mode now, and noted that it was in that direction Beth couldn't help but keep glancing. As if unable to quite believe their cheery, gold-skinned compatriot would still be there the next time she looked. She even started every single time Lizzy’s name was spoken, jumping like ice had been dropped down her neck.

It all didn't seem to quite add up. All three classmates were acting, stiffly or obliviously… as if they had never met before. Yet there were clearly strong emotional undercurrents simmering between them. Jesse couldn’t for the life of him work out why any of them were behaving as they were. He had never really been one to pry into others’ business, being far too polite a little sextoy to imagine he had any right to. But the lure of a mystery to solve offered far too tempting an escape right now. His guilty pleasure growing up had always been secretly borrowing Betsy’s series of ‘Sister Sue the Slutty Sleuth’ books. Teenage detective novels about a heroine with a perhaps unsurprising knack for ending up in… compromising scenarios.

So the sissy watched carefully in their next lesson as Beth showed an indeed impressive knowledge of all they’d learned up to now… but a clumsy lack of finesse and coordination in all the more practical elements. She knew all the required positions to prostrate herself before a master, yet gagged upon the training dildo as though she’d never swallowed one before. It was clear these small failings frustrated her as well… eyes welling up as she tried to **** herself to keep up with everyone else by willpower alone. Until she actually fainted from simple lack of breath.

Silvertongue rushed forward with surprising grace and pity, gently cradling the girl’s head until she returned to her senses. And in a return to usual disposition, Franceska offered to take the poor thing to the nurse’s office. Just a short trip down the hall but difficult in heels and with a woozy head. The teacher agreed without hesitation. The academy never took any risks with its assets’ health, after all. They were here to be bent into shape, not broken… yet.