A Bunch Of Losers

Lisa's masters aren't what she was expecting, really of all the possibilities, she had never considered them, probably because she rarely even noticed them. Part of the background of the school, talking about games she didn't care about, spending their time in clubs she wasn't interested in. Somehow, here was a group that had nothing in common with Lisa, that she had never spoken a word to, or knew a single name.

Boys in all shapes and sizes walked through the door, tall and short, fat and thin, a few were well groomed, in a too much hair gel, overly formal, sort of way, but most of them were varying degrees of unkempt to downright gross. Unshaved faces, stained shirts, and a rank body odor seemed to be the main dress code, the latter becoming overpowering as the last of the group filed into the suddenly cramped office. That, and one more feature, that made Lisa shiver, a look in the eyes, hungry, appraising. Not one of them looked her in the face, no they were sizing up her exposed body like a butcher eyes a choice slab of meat. She had orgasmed on stage yesterday, tied naked in front of the entire school, yet never had she felt so exposed and ****.

Lisa ached to cover herself from their gaze, doubts that had been building since she walked out of the house suddenly crashing over her, but words of protest died in her throat, her stomach churned, arms and legs shaking, but otherwise immobile, refusing all commands. She could do nothing, it was as though all the power had suddenly been taken from her, though she knew the one who had done that, who had given everything away, had been herself. Fear froze her solid, up until now, this had all been a game of some sort, just some sexual fantasy let loose. Now however, it had changed, this was real. The collar around her neck was cold and tight, the helplessness of her nudity inescapable. She wasn't playing a game, she wasn't in control.

She was terrified, she was.. strangely aroused?

Ashamed of the sudden thought, she turned her head, self-hatred and loathing boiling in her breast. She had imagined herself helpless yes, but not like this, a master and a ****, a humiliating, degrading relationship, but a human one. She had refused the chance to listen to Diana, to hold onto, even loosely, some measure of control. She remembered Jason warning her about this, she'd brushed it off at the time, had been too eager to give up control, thrown away her last chance to avert this when she sealed the book. She tilted her head downwards, hiding her eyes behind her hair, wishing she could disappear, to escape what they would do to her. This wasn't a master, she was being thrown to the wolves, not a ****, she had somehow ended up as something even lower, a toy. The worst part though, wasn't that she had done it to herself, wasn't her vivid imaginings of the **** to come, no the worst part was how she felt her own wetness growing, felt a drip of arousal run down her thigh in front of 13 pairs of hungry eyes.

"Here you are." Anya said, unaware of her thoughts. She handed a leather bound item to one of the more well-dressed boys. He flipped through it quickly, then nodded approvingly.

"License?" He said.

"That is correct." Said the older woman. "So long as one of you has it, you will be given a wide discretion as to what you can do with your ****, and not merely on college grounds. It will help you anywhere that you may require or desire it, especially as it pertains to public punishments and humiliations. It will also provide evidence of your ownership, so that the police do not think that this is something bad."

"That's good." The boy drawled, a gleam in his eye. "I'd hate to think I was doing something bad."

Anya reached for the collar tied around Lisa's neck, dragging her towards the desk.

"The collar will now be branded with the name of your... 'group' ", Anya stated in a businesslike fashion.

"While sharing agreements have been practiced before, they have generally been informal agreements, ultimately we are however a school, and I will remind you of your promise to ensure that the **** attends all of her classes. Please note that though she is unable to fail them now due to her position, she may be punished by her teachers for poor performance in any way that they desire. As masters you may veto certain punishments, but please remember that she is foremost the property of the school. Failure on your part, or hers to maintain discipline, and academic pursuits may result in more **** punishments for the ****, and suspension, or even removal of your name from the master's license".

Bent over the desk, Lisa was immediately conscious of how her rear was now pointing directly towards four of her new masters, Lisa barely noticed the heat, or the smell of a few wisps of burning hair, as her collar was indelibly marked.

"Your chosen name, is still as originally planned?" This time a tinge of disdain colored her words.

"Yes", three of the group chorused, looking at each other, before the well dressed one continued, "Her name is Cunt"

"Cunt!", Anya barked

Overwhelmed, exposed, breasts painfully pressed into the pile of papers and office supplies on Anya's desk, Lisa hesitated, voice unable to respond.

*Crack!* A sharp slap on her ass suddenly rocketed her upright, tears springing to her eyes.

Anya handed a leather strap to the well dressed boy, "discipline your ****!"

For the first time Lisa saw a human expression on his face, hesitation, confusion. The leather strap bumped timidly against her thigh as he tried to mimic Anya's strike.

"Harder!, discipline her! prove you are her master!" Anya was shouting now.

*Crack!* went the strap against her navel, and Lisa jolted, *Snap!* Lisa let out a whimper as the wild swinging of the strap impacted her left breast.

"****.. who... who is your master?" the boy asked, at first hesitating, but with growing confidence as he went on

"y... you are" Lisa replied, her voice coming out as almost a sob

"And what is your name?" A second boy chimed in eagerly

"my name is Cunt, master", Lisa mumbled, her voice barely working, and again turned her gaze to the floor, seeing a red welt on her breast as she did so.

At a nod from the first boy, a chubby boy, slightly shorter than Lisa, and with a large, stubbly and pimply neck that made him look almost like a toad, stepped forward. Practically drooling, he pulled out a thin black leather dog lead, leering at her naked body all the while. He hooked the lead to her collar, and pulled hard, jerking her forward with a yelp.

"Good." He said, in a nasally voice. "Thank you, Miss Anya, we'll be sure to treat this **** exactly as she deserves."

He tugged again, this time towards the door. She moved hastily to keep up.

"George!" The first boy said. "Bobby and I'll be by to pick her up for the next class, don't make too much of a mess"

With a grunt, the boy called George led Lisa swiftly from the room, and into the corridor, her whole body flushing red with humiliation.

"You know." He said to her. "I'm amazed at my luck. All year, I've been watching you and your sister, and you never even realized that I exist. Now, you're my ****? Ha! I guess there is a god after all, eh?"

Lisa said nothing. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she was walking with her head down. Her eyes were wide as she considered her position was now completely out of control. She wondered what he would do, what wouldn't he do?.

"Right." George said. "Your next class is Advanced Computer Theory yes?"

Lisa said nothing until David jerked the lead again.

"Yes!" She yelped. "Y-yes that's right!"

"Master." He said. "You're to call me master at all times, understand?"

"Yes m-master." She said slowly.

"Good, it's a nothing class, I aced it last year, Once attendance is out of the way I think we're much better off getting to know one another." He nodded again. "yes, now, the question is, what should I do to you? I've been dreaming of this moment so long, now it's finally come, I'm actually at a loss. Well, that's fine. I have a few supplies, so whatever comes to mind, we can do." He grinned lecherously at her. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun."