As Buffy reluctantly made her way over to the long table where the school uniforms were placed, she glanced around to see the other women slowly walking over with her. Her heart broke when she saw her mother, Joyce, looking distressed and trying desperately to maintain some semblance of decency, covering her bare breasts with one arm and her sex with her hand, while keeping her head held high in defiance of the humiliation being dealt upon her. Dawn walked next to her mother, and mimicked Joyce in covering her modesty, but her face was still confused and frightened. It was easy to tell that the young woman was torn between the effect of her mother's comforting presence, and the understandably disconcerting fact that they were both completely naked in the presence of complete strangers. Buffy half-smiled, however, when she saw Dawn pluck up enough courage to increase her pace and be one of the first girls at the table. Buffy thought it was a good idea. Better to be clothed in whatever this perverse school had in mind for them rather than continue to be naked for these sickos' amusement any longer.
When Buffy finally laid her eyes on the official school uniform, she rolled her eyes. Folded neatly on the table with her name written out in bold font on a piece of paper next to the clothing was a white short-sleeved blouse, a red and black pleated skirt with white highlights that fell just above her knees, a short black tie, white stockings and black Mary Jane shoes with a modest heel. There was even white panties for the girls to wear. Buffy immediately started to dress, and in no time at all she and the other women were fully clothed. The second that happened, the strange, cold sensation in their choker collars stopped and the women were able to move about freely. Joyce, Dawn, Willow, Tara and the rest of their friends all gathered around Buffy, relieved that they were once again dressed.
"Can you say cliche much?" Cordelia asked, walking up to Buffy in her own schoolgirl outfit, motioning to what she was wearing, "And yet..."
"I feel the same way, Cordy. I would have guessed the clothing would have been more Playboy Mansion and less schoolgirl with some Daddy issues. I mean, they gave us underwear. They gave you guys underwear, right?" Buffy said, looking over at all of her friends' worried faces and they all nodded. A feeling of relief spread over her for a second, before she glanced over at the two women who gasped at the name of this Doctor person. They had been joined by a few others, including the redhead that somewhat reminded her of Willow. It seemed like all of these women had a connection of some sort, and it had to be the mysterious Doctor. She knew she had to talk to one of the women before the former Jenny Calendar had them do something else against their will thanks to the stupid collars.
"I have to agree with Buffy," Fred said, fidgeting in her own schoolgirl uniform, "I mean, this is much sexier than anything I would ever wear, but this isn't exactly stompin on stage in nothin but your undies and heels. Even the heels aren't that high. What do ya'all think they're playin at?"
"I don't know but I for one didn't like not having control over myself just now. The source of their power over us starts and ends with these collars. We figure some way to get these collars off and we can actually think of a way to escape," Willow said.
"Ooh!" Cordelia exclaimed, before looking around nervously. Clearly nervous that her former teacher heard her, she continued in a hushed tone, "Willow, Fred is an electronic genius. You at least knew computers before you became a great big Wicca. You two should work together on this."
"I'd love to!" Fred said with a smile. The smile quickly faded when the rest of the women all shot glares at her, as if to say that this was deathly serious.
"You concentrate on that. I'll go talk to that group of women over there who seem to know Little Miss Big Tits on stage," Faith began, but was interrupted by Joyce's shocked gasp before she covered Dawn's ears. Dawn fought off her over-protective mother and listened to what Faith had to say. The brunette Slayer rolled her eyes and said in a mocking tone, "OK, for those here that can't hear big-bad language, I'll go talk to them and see what they know about the Doctor and platinum-blondie on the stage. That PG enough for ya?"
"Faith, I'm sure they want to talk to someone who isn't, oh what's the word? Homicidal," Buffy stated bluntly, pushing past the rogue-Slayer, somewhat dismayed that Faith had basically the same plan as she did. Faith hurried quickly to catch up with her blonde counterpart, and the two bickered and argued, trying not to draw attention to themselves. The chocolate-skinned woman, the brunette and redhead all noticed this and looked on with confused looks on their faces. Finally, Faith gave up and Buffy moved in to talk with the assembled women.
"Excuse me," Buffy started, flashing a kind smile to the worried-looking women, "My name is Buffy. I know this whole thing can be a little out there, but.."
"Oi! Listen here, girlie, we've traveled with the Doctor. Martha here, and I, and even Amy, we've seen things your little brain couldn't even fathom. And so did Rose!" the British brunette in her late-thirties spat, before tears welled in her eyes and she turned away. The black woman hugged her, and turned to face Buffy. Her face was far more grim, but there was also understanding in her dark eyes.
"Sorry about Donna here, Buffy, but we've all been through a lot. I mean, that is...was...our friend on stage with that awful Miss Jenni. She never looked or acted anything like that in the few times I met her, and, frankly, well, she looked kind of like you when I did meet her. She was blonde, pretty, petite. Honestly, and please don't take this as a slight, but I always thought Rose looked harmless. And now, well, all this, what's happened to her...It's all so disturbing," Martha Jones spoke.
"It's fine. I just need to ask you something very important about Rose Tyler," Buffy spoke. She needed to know the answer to this question as it might reveal a common link between the transformed Timelord companion and her former computer sciences teacher, Miss Calendar. A nervous and pained look came over her face before Buffy asked, "Did she die?"
Martha and Donna's eyes widened in shock at Buffy's question, clearly not expecting such an idea to ever be broached. However, just as Martha began to answer, Buffy felt the same freezing cold sensation from her collar return to take control of her body away from her. For the briefest of moments, the Slayer and every woman in the room tried to fight the alien compulsions invading their minds, but it proved to be futile as they all became silent and still. The now strikingly familiar sound of high heels click-clacking entered from the same entrance the women had all entered through just minutes before and they did their best to direct their vision to the source of the sound.
Miss Jenni stood at the room entrance, the same confident glare of superiority on her whorishly painted face as before. Rose Tyler was standing behind her, flashing an air-headed smile at the assembled group, however, the frozen women then realized a new woman had joined the whorish looking pair. She looked almost exactly the same as Rose. Just as curvaceous, just as tan and had big, heavily-stylized platinum blonde hair. Even the two women's faces looked eerily similar, although this second bimbo looked slightly older under her thick layers of slutty makeup. Almost like an older sister. As Martha and Donna focused more closely on the new big-titted, smiling slut, they gasped anew in horror. Buffy noted that their reaction was a repeat of when Rose herself had first sashayed out on stage. The Slayer quickly concluded that they recognized this woman too, and so strong was the disturbance in their expressions that Buffy felt a sickening feeling begin to develop in her own stomach.
"Ladies, it is time to begin your orientation. You will receive your suite assignments and your class schedules. My lovely assistants here, Rose and her mother, Jacki, who also recently graduated from the Fuckdoll Finishing School for Wayward Girls, will hand out your welcome packets," Miss Jenni announced. The women saw that she hand a riding crop in her dainty hand, and was taking her time running it over Jacki's own thong-clad bubble-butt, "Form two lines. Last names A through L will line up in front of Rose and last names M through Z in front of Jackie. Please be quick about it. We don't have all day."
The women did as they were told and separated into two lines. Joyce and Dawn moved next to Buffy, who stood directly behind Donna Noble. The one-time companion of the Doctor didn't look exactly pleased about Buffy's continued proximity, and was making it very clear to the blonde Slayer through angered, huffy breaths. Buffy glanced over to the over the other line as best she could where Faith had lined up behind Martha and was trying desperately to get her attention, but the collars forced their heads to look straight ahead. Finally, Buffy made her way to the front of the line and was handed a folder. She looked down to find that it belonged to her sister, Dawn. Almost immediately, Miss Jenni slinked up behind the big-titted slut that was Rose Tyler's mother and swiftly struck her riding crop against the whore's plush ass. Jacki Tyler yelped in supposed pain, though her vapid eyes betrayed her thrill from the punishment, while her enormous tits bounced wildly in front of Buffy's face. Buffy was disgusted and wished she could turn away from the perverse display in front of her, but could not. Soon, the Slayer was handed the correct folder with her rooming assignment, class schedule and other so-called perks the Fuckdoll Finishing School had to offer. Buffy moved to the side just as Jacki breathed a long, drawn out apology to Miss Jenni before handing Dawn her welcoming folder.
It was then that Joyce stepped forward to receive her own folder and she noticed Jacki's heavily made-up eyes dart between the name on the folder, to Joyce and then to her two daughters who were waiting for in their schoolgirl uniforms. Jacki's mouth widened in an even more sexy, vapid and excited smile, as a metaphorical light bulb of realization brightened her dull eyes and giggled to Joyce, "Wow, like, your name's Summers, right? And their name's Summers too! Are you, like, their mommy or something?"
Joyce couldn't answer due to the collar, and it wouldn't have mattered since Jacki gushed on despite the other woman's frightened stare, "I was little Rosi's mommy, ya know? But that was, like, before we came to the Fuckdoll Finishing School for Wayward Girls...Hehehe, 'came'...At least that's what Miss Jenni and that nice Dean Master and some of the other teachers have told me. Now, Rosi and I are so much more! Oh, the things she can make you feel with her tongue, sweetie! It's totally divine!"
The bubbly slut's rant was then brought to a sudden stop as Miss Jenni cleared her throat and again swatted Jacki Tyler's smooth backside with her riding crop. She leaned in and brushed Jacki's long, styled hair away from her ear. The dominant woman then nibbled on the former mother's ear before husking for Jacki to get on with it. Jacki moaned wantonly at the secretary's hot breath on her neck before handing an astonished Joyce her folder. A playful smile fell over her face, before she leaned in and whispered, "Have fun, sweetie. Us older sluts fall the fastest, but don't worry! Like, it'll be so fucking hot helping your little girls along their path to being perfect Fuckdolls for their future Masters. I should know, and I only had one to lead along. You have two! Awwe, now I'm, like, totally jealous!"
Joyce stepped away from the platinum blonde whore, her hands trembling and tears in her eyes. Buffy could see Miss Jenni holding back mocking laughter at the brainless bimbo's words. The Slayer had to fight the urge to lash out at each and every one of the sick people that put her family and friends in this situation. However, she knew she could only watch as the women received their folders thanks to the collars. In the end, it was a long, arduous process as Rose and Jacki mixed up what folders belonged to what woman and would take time to idly chat with a woman here and there. It was hard to tell if Donna Noble and Martha Jones were horrified or relieved when it seemed as if Rose and Jacki Tyler seemed to barely remember who they were or just flat out ignored them. Finally, the last woman received her folder and the cold, numbing sensation slowly died down and the women were once again free to move about by their own free will. There was a nervousness in the air, however, as Miss Jenni stood in the center of them with the two recent graduates of the perverse school. Nobody dared say a word as to risk the sexretary's wrath.
"Ladies, if you would kindly open your folders to page four, you will find your suite accommodations," Miss Jenni announced. Buffy flipped through her folder's pages to see she was in the Sunnydale Suite, and to her relief, the page included an occupants list that included her mother, Dawn, Willow, Tara, Anya Cordelia, Fred and Faith. Granted, Buffy could take or leave sharing a living space with Faith, but if it was the price of being able to look after her family and friends, she would gladly pay it. The group shared a relieved smile as the slutified Miss Jenni pressed on, "As you can see, you will all be living with familiar faces, just one of the many comforts we offer. Despite what your initial misgivings may be, ladies, at the Fuckdoll Finishing School for Wayward Girls, our goal is your happiness. This is not intended as a trying or unpleasant experience and needn't be if you cooperate. You will go through the curriculum together with the people you love and care about, as it should be. Such intimacy between our students allows for star performers to better aid those who lag behind in their studies, just as Jacki helped her daughter, Rose, become one of our finest graduates, despite how troublesome she was at the start of her time here."
Rose batted her ultra-long eyelashes and cast her head in shame at what a stupid tart she had been. Jacki whispered to her fellow slut, and embraced her former daughter in a long, tongue-swirling kiss, their huge tits mashing together. Miss Jenni saw this, as did all of the other women in the room, and the domme sexretary smiled wickedly at this latest development before she continued, "Now, ladies, I believe it is time for me to wrap this up. Jacki and Rose have performed their tasks wonderfully today and have earned a private reward, which I will personally be delivering. So if, you would all head out of the exits, you will be met by one of your soon-to-be peers. An upperclassman if you will, and this proud slut will escort you to your suites where you can take a little time to get situated before your first classes begin. Good luck, everyone! I look forward to seeing your progress. My Master, the Dean, especially, looks forward to seeing your progress! I have faith that none of you will disappoint him by acting out or misbehaving in any way. Because if you do, well, let's just say our punishments can be as intense as our rewards for good behavior."
Miss Jenni let that last threat hang in the air, as her cold, wicked glare fell first to Buffy and then strayed to Faith. Both Slayers stared daggers back at the one-time Sunnydale High School teacher, however, Miss Jenni only smiled back brightly, first to them and then to the entire room,as she then made her way over to Rose and Jacki Tyler. They both pressed their soft, curvaceous bodies against Miss Jenni's and the sexretary dismissed them, her voice husky and dripping with arousal.
Buffy tried to catch Martha Jones, but the collars again flared up and she could only watch as the black British woman left with Donna, the redhead and a few others. The Slayer was made to follow behind her friends and family out into the hallway where they were met by their 'upperclassman', who would then escort their group to the Sunnydale Suite.
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