A Dangerous Choice

"Good." Anya said, shooting a glare towards Lisa that made the **** shiver. "We will discuss your punishment later, but for now, we are awaiting the arrival of your new masters. Have the two of you brought your clothes?"

"Yes, miss." Stacy said. The blond-haired girl had already put her clothes down in a bag on the floor. "Everything I have is in there. Bras and panties and all. I...I have nothing left."

"Good. And you?" Anya turned towards Lisa. Lisa put her own bags on the floor, and stepped away from them, feeling a wild rush dancing in her veins as she handed over her clothes.

"The same for myself....miss. All my shirts and jeans and skirts, as well as bras and panties."

Anya regarded her for a moment, and then nodded, accepting the answer.

"Very well. The two of you are officially about to start your tenure as slaves. Soon, your masters will arrive, and you will be assigned to one of them in turn. It was considered whether to give you both to the same master, however ultimately this was deemed unfair to the other students. So, you will be split up. One male was chosen to be a master, and one female for maximum equality. The female master will be expected to punish you just as a male would, so do not think you are going to get lighter treatment from her if she is not bisexual or lesbian. If she does not wish to do the act herself, she is certainly permitted to recruit others to do so in her stead."

The three waited in silence for several more minutes. Lisa said nothing, feeling Anya's piercing gaze upon her. Now and then, she shot a worried half glance towards Stacy, who she knew she had released from this service with the rulebook. Yet, here she was, quite clearly, still bound up in the slavery clause. What had happened? What could possibly have gone wrong? Lisa vowed to check the rulebook again tonight, if she could, and see whether it had been erased properly or not.

Lisa felt her heart beating in her chest. Her loins were on edge as well, and she wondered who might be recruited to be her master. She had no idea of the criteria that they would have looked for, she had avoided trying to set any specifics. She had no concept of who might be walking in through those doors except that they would be a male and a female. Which one would she have? The man, demanding and rough, or the woman, who would know her body far too well for her to hide her pleasure? She could probably conceal more from the male, but there was a certain ghoulish delight to the idea that the female might be able to body and divine her thoughts, making it harder for her to hide her true self. A man would want to fuck her, but it would probably be fumbling, rough, without finesse. But a woman would know enough of the female body to be targeted, specific. She would know where to touch her to make her moan.

Lisa blinked suddenly. Realising that she was having sexual thoughts of a woman for the first time in her life. She knew she wasn't bi... or at least, she didn't think she was right up until this moment, but she supposed the fact of the matter was it didn't really matter too much to her whether they were a man or a woman so long as they were able to humiliate and punish her. She frowned, did that make her a whore? She didn't think so, but she had to admit she had acted with a lot more sexual intent over the last few days. Was that a bad thing...? She didn't think it was, but she was also caught up in her own fantasy, with no way to judge for herself.

Before she could come to any solid conclusion, the door to the room knocked again.

"Enter." Said Anya. The door was pushed open, and two figures emerged from the darkness beyond. Lisa felt her heart hammer in recognition.

Fuck. Fuck. Not those two.

The first one was blond, with a muscular body. He had a well-honed face, with a boyish handsomeness about it which belayed the malice she had often seen glittering in his eyes. He was stocky, but powerful, with deep blue eyes the same shade as her own.

"Hhhheeey, ****." He grinned at her. "Bet you wish you'd been nicer to me now."

It was David. The same guy who had inspected her body during the test leading up to this whole thing, and made her moan with his fingers, edging her again and again without ever letting her cum. He smirked at her, a look of smug superiority overtaking his face.

The second one made her heart flutter again. It was a very familiar face indeed. In fact, it was a face she had spoken to less than an hour ago. Lillian, dark-haired, black-clad, and pale skinned. She too was grinning at her, and Lisa realised that she had known she was going to be a master before they even met that day. She had been messing with Lisa's head before.

Bitch.

"Lillian." Anya said. "David. The two of you have been randomly selected to be entrusted with one of these slaves. This care will last until they graduate. You can do almost anything you wish to them, within reason. They will still be expected to attend classes. You understand your duties to punish and control them?"

"Yes." David said. "I think it's safe to say that we do."

"I'm looking forwards to it." Lillian grinned. It was clear that they had already been informed just who was their ****. David was already looking at Lisa with hunger, while Lillian was gazing at Stacy with a predatory look that made the blond girl shudder. Lisa thought fast, her heart hammering like a jackhammer in her chest. David was an asshole, simple as that. He'd do a lot of things to a **** that were sexual in nature, just because he could. Humiliation and degradation would be common, but ultimately, he would be driven by sexual desire.

Lillian was not so simple. She would also seek to dominate and humiliate as well as ****, but she would probably not stop there. Whichever **** ended up under her would be in for a true nightmare.

"I am going to have so much fun with the blond one." Lillian said. "And it's all your fault."

She turned towards Lisa.

"She is your best friend, right? It would really hurt you if I did my worst to her. Torment her and **** her, make her regret ever coming to this place."

Stacy had paled now, and was trying to step back, making space between herself and Lillian, but the dark-clothed girl was stalking forwards with the motions of a predator. With lightning speed, her hand snapped out, gripping the collar around Stacy's throat and dragging her forwards. She **** Stacy to her knees.

"Down." She ordered. "You're not allowed to walk on two legs anymore. That'd mean you were people. Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you. You're going to wish you'd never met that other **** who used to be Lisa. And as for you..."

She turned towards Lisa.

"I am going to humiliate and **** your friend until she's nothing more than a wanting slut who knows no other life. I'm going to break her, just to hurt you. I hope you know that. I want you to remember that as you see what happens to her over the next few weeks."

Stacy was shaking, tears in the corners of her eyes. She looked horrified, as indeed, she had every right to be.

Lisa felt panic welling up in her body. She hadn't intended for Stacy to get caught up in this, and had tried to get her out to no avail! Now, she was going to be tormented in a way that she had never wanted, with no way out. The dark haired girl bit her lip, her eyes flashing from one master to the next. She had to get Stacy out of this! She had to! But what could she do? She didn't have the rulebook, and didn't have any say, she was just a ****...

Just a **** that had one chance, she realised with a start. Lillian was doing this for a reason, and not just for torment! She wanted Lisa, not Stacy. If Lisa volunteered to be her **** instead, then she would probably accept, and maybe David could be talked around. The idea was horrific, to put herself into the hands of someone who wanted to see her shamed so badly, but if she didn't, that was what would happen to Stacy.

Heart beating, mouth dry, for once not even slightly aroused, Lisa desperately considered her options.

Time for another vote (Yeah, I know, I'm throwing out a lot of them currently. I promise I'll cut back a bit after this.) You guys decided you want David to be Lisa's master, and I've set up for that. But poor, poor Stacy had found herself in a bind, and only Lisa can save her. If Lisa volunteers to be Lillian's ****, she's truly throwing herself to the wolves this time, but it will allow Stacy to become David's ****. If she doesn't, then everything Stacy later suffers is Lisa's fault.

What do you think our brave heroine should do? What would a good friend do?

Cast your vote now!