You walk into the doors of the school where you have been working for many years, at first glance it's a pretty shitty place, but over the years you've gotten used to it and even imbued with some strange sympathy for this place. You quickly go to the math classroom in the hope of not meeting students before the start of lessons. When you enter the office, you do not immediately notice the twins Him and Clara standing near your desk.

"What are you doing here, lessons won't start for an hour?" - you ask.

"Oh, it's so funny he came into our trap himself," says Emma, ignoring your question.

"Oh, yes it is," her sister Lyra agrees. After that, with one blow to the chest, Lyra knocks you to the ground and falls with her huge ass on your face. You are overcome with surprise and fear, you try to resist, but it is too heavy. "Oh, you haven't figured out where your place is yet," says Emma and puts her shoe right on your balls.

Without even looking at you, Lyra shrugs indifferently: "Shut up, pervert." Then she pulls her foot off your balls, but before you can catch your breath, Emma sits on them instead. You feel how the pain spreads through your body again. Your face turns red from the impact and sweat drips down from it, wetting the carpet underneath. "Well?" asks Lyra impatiently, "Will you apologize or do we need to make you more obedient?"

"Fuck you," you manage to say between gritted teeth, "You're nothin' but a couple of spoiled brats." You know this is the wrong thing to say as soon as the words leave your mouth; immediately Emma takes hold of your hair and yanks hard enough that tears spring to your eyes.

"That's enough," Lyra growls, standing up and pulling her sister off of you. She shoves Emma back so she lands on a chair with a thud. "I think we should teach our pathetic little teacher here some manners." With that said, she bends down over you, grinning maliciously. "And just who do you think is gonna make you learn those lessons?"

Emma smirks and walks around the desk to stand next to her sister. "You should be glad it's us," she says with a sneer. "We could

"Sorry?" asks Emma incredulously, tilting her head to the side. "Is that all you've got? How pathetic." She sneers in disgust. "I think we need a different kind of apology." Then, quick as a flash, she smacks you hard across the face.

"Ouch!" You yelp, rubbing your stinging cheek.

"That's better," Lyra comments, walking around behind you. "But it still doesn't cut it." With that, she grabs your head and forces your mouth open. As you lie there helplessly, unable to even resist or protest, she shoves her meaty hand into your mouth until you can feel the bones of her fingers press against the back of your throat. Then she begins to move her hand around, rubbing against your tongue and teeth. You gag and choke on the

"That's more like it," Lyra grunts as she feels your tongue dancing against her fingers. "You better be grateful to us for letting you lick my feet clean." With a final, rough thrust, she forces the back of your head into her shin. You gasp and cough as her sweaty foot pushes against your face, making it difficult to breathe.

Emma smirks in satisfaction, leaning over you and running her fingers through your hair. "You know what? Maybe we should make this a little more fun." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a couple of pens. "You like it rough?" she asks with a mocking laugh. Before you can answer, she thrusts one of the pens deep into your throat, making you choke on the pain.

Lyra ignores your feeble protests and sneers down at you. "You think you can just say no to us? Do you know who we are?" She laughs cruelly, the sound reverberating through your head like a hammer striking an anvil. With that, she begins to grind her heel into your face, pushing it harder and faster against your skin until tears stream down your cheeks from the stinging pain.

Emma takes this as a cue and presses the other pen even deeper into your throat, causing you to gag and choke uncontrollably on blood and saliva. Her hand tightens around your hair, yanking back hard enough that your head arches back in agony while she holds it there with her free hand. "You're our plaything now," she snarls into your ear before roughly shoving the pen back out again, making you cough

"Aww, isn't that sweet?" Emma says mockingly, twirling a strand of your hair around her finger. "You want to be our toilet?" She glances at her sister, who snickers before replying with an indifferent shrug. "I guess we can let you use it as long as you're a good little bitch." With that, she roughly pushes your head back down onto the ground, angling it up so that her foot is easily accessible for you. "But don't get any ideas about controlling us with it," Lyra warns darkly, planting her other foot firmly on top of yours to keep them pinned in place. "We own your body now, understand?"

"Good," Emma says coldly. With that, she shoves your face hard against her foot, grinding the tip of her sneaker roughly against your nose and lips. "Now lick it clean." You close your eyes tightly, bracing for the inevitable assault on your senses as she presses the wet, sweaty leather deeper into your face. With a shuddering gasp, you open your mouth and begin to lick the dirty sneaker, tasting dirt and sweat mixed with the faint odor of Lyra's athletic footwear.