Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, Please don't be mean...

Trembling with fear but obeying, Amy knelt down on the cold floor, her heart racing as she stared up at the boy who had spoken to her. She tried not to cry, knowing that showing any sign of weakness would only make things worse for her. Please, please don't hurt me, she begged silently in her mind.

Trembling even more, Amy tried to summon the courage to obey his command. She slowly reached out and awkwardly fumbled with the boy's belt buckle before finally managing to undo it. With shaking hands, she then pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his bare, hard member. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she stared at it, feeling shame and revulsion wash over her.

Her stomach churning at the thought of touching such a private part of another person, let alone tasting it, Amy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Summoning all her courage, she slowly lowered her head and hesitantly brushed her lips against the boy's member. It was cold and salty against her skin, making her gag reflex kick in as she tried to force herself to continue. She licked it once more before taking it into her mouth, trying desperately not to vomit all over him.

No... please don't leave me here like this... I promise to do better next time... just let me stay with you and learn, I beg of you...

I don't know... but please, let me be the one you keep. I'll be your best slave-girl and learn everything you teach me. I'm worth more than any of them put together. Just give me a chance to prove it to you.

My personal grooming standards were neglected when I arrived here, but it's been days since anyone shaved me down there... so I'm afraid you won't find a smooth and hairless pussy beneath these clothes of mine, no matter how much I might want to please you that way.

"Well, you see... it's not that simple," the principal says to the boy. "We have strict rules here regarding the use of slave-girls and their wellbeing. We cannot just give you as many as you want." The man frowns, clearly uncomfortable with this line of conversation. "Besides, these girls are here to learn, not to serve as your personal entertainment."

The boy pouts but reluctantly agrees to follow the rules. For now. Amy feels a mixture of relief and determination wash over her. She needs to find a way to prove herself useful beyond merely pleasing her master... or finding a way out of this nightmare school altogether.