Anya Is Alone, but Lisa Won't Be

Anya was standing behind the computer desk, and turned to watch as Lisa crept cautiously into her office.

"****"

She barked, causing Lisa to jump, then struggle not to drop her bags.

"****!" Anya's voice cut through her confusion, sharp and threatening as a drawn blade. "You will address me when spoken to, understand?"

"Y-yes miss." Lisa stuttered, forcing herself to stay still despite the swinging bags.

"Have you brought all of your clothes?" Anya asked, with a piercing look that somehow made her feel even more exposed. Lisa put her bags on the floor, and stepped away from them, feeling a strange rush dancing in her veins as she handed over her clothes.

"Yes....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. You are about to officially about to start your tenure as a ****. As you are aware, any student in the school who submits their name may be selected as master, male or female, however in your case, there has been some...irregularity."

She paused to frown, and Lisa felt her legs tremble.

"There were no specific rules against this, though some feel that it violates the spirit of the program, however they are your legal master and you are bound to obey their every command. It seems the master that has been selected for you is in fact a group of thirteen individuals, who entered the draw using the name..hm... 'Cunt_Destroyerz'".

Lisa felt her heart stop, 13? That shouldn't be possible should it? She opened her mouth to protest, and closed it again at a glare from Anya.

"Soon, your masters will arrive, you should consider yourself fortunate, for rather than being **** to follow the course schedule of your master, we were able to assign one or more of your masters to you in what would otherwise be their free period. Since they will be giving you their full and undivided attention during this time, I must remind you to obey every command that they give you promptly, and that if your required activities should prove disruptive to the lessons, you must exit the classroom and make up the coursework in your free time."

Lisa felt her heart beating in her chest. Her loins were on edge as well, and she had wondered who might be recruited to be her master, but the answer was again nothing she could have predicted. She felt her insides twist into knots as Anya's words sunk in, 'required activities', it sure sounded like she was going to spend every class as the fuck toy of at least one man. How could this be allowed? how much **** were they going to put her through? She realized that Anya hadn't specified the gender of her masters either, though the name seemed more masculine, maybe a mix? Men might be demanding and rough, more focused on their own needs, but a woman might know her body better, coaxing out orgasms that, thanks to her own stupid rule, would steal away more hours for her masters to **** her. She found herself trying to rub her thighs together and **** herself to stand up straight in front of Miss Anya, there was certainly a sort of ghoulish delight to the idea that the female might be able to divine her body and 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. Realizing 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 if her masters were men or women 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 figures began to enter.