Arrival at College

The trip to the college was exhilarating, and more humiliating than Lisa had ever thought it could be. Since the twins didn't have a car, she was **** to rely on public transportation. Luckily, they lived close to the campus, but as though to balance that luck out, she had to heft several heavy bags full of clothes. Lisa staggered out of the house with two large bags, one containing the required materials for her courses, the other all but of a few of her clothes. The bags felt strange against the skin of her back and chest, rubbing her as she moved trying to adjust them into a more tight configuration.

As soon as she stepped outside of the house, Lisa felt the helplessness of her position. The wind blew hard against her, leaves circling and dancing in its currents. It gently ran through her short hair, and between her legs, reminding her of her condition constantly. People turned to watch her as she started off towards the bus stop, neighbors, people she knew. Men turned their heads as she moved passed, and their eyes tracked the sway of her legs, and the motion of her chest. She felt a constant pressure, as though she were being watched from every angle, and every side. She walked on, forcing one foot in front of the other no matter how hard it was in that moment. Painfully aware of how each motion showed off her body to anyone who happened to be looking, barely feeling the rough cement under her bare feet. Cars whipped passed on the road, several of them honking, making her jump in shock. Some people called out to her, mocking her with cat-calls, and a few others even seemed concerned. Most however realized what the collar meant, and since being a college sex **** was not considered unusual, they quickly backed off and let her do her own thing.

The wind was very cold that day. Or so it felt, anyway, against her naked skin. Before too much longer, goosebumps were rising across her body. Lisa did her best to shield herself with one hand across her chest, and another splayed to hide her pussy. On she walked. Passed the people who stopped to look, passed the cat-callers, and the women who glared at her as though she were somehow insulting them. Past the superior-looking men and women who smirked at her, as though she were cattle. She felt her heart starting to kick into high speed, her world grew stark and sharp, as though her own brain was seeking somewhere for her to hide herself. But she kept on, moving slowly but steadily. One foot in front of the other, she moved through the sea of humiliation.

Eventually, she reached the bus stop. There were several people waiting there as well, most of whom ignored her but for a sharp glance at her arrival. One of them though, was a young man who looked to be about eighteen. He looked at her, obviously not paying attention, looked away, frowned, and then looked back sharply. She blushed at the obvious attention, doing her best to hide her body with her hands.

"I've seen you before." The guy said with a frown. "But haven't you forgotten something?"

Lisa couldn't resist. Even in this sort of situation, her natural tendency to smart-ass comments came to the fore.

"Oh thanks for that. I really couldn't have figured it out myself. Knew I was missing something. Clothes, of course!"

The man, boy really, took a step back, then his eyes caught her collar.

"Let me guess." He said. "College sex ****?"

"Yeah...Well....someone has to be..." She muttered.

He nodded.

"Tough luck for you, I guess. Tell me, have they printed your license yet?"

"Why do you care?" She looked at him. He smirked back at her.

"Obviously not. No **** with a master would ever be so lippy. I guess you're off to find out who they are today, right? Tell me, do you know if they're a guy or a girl?"

"Does it matter?"

"Actually, yeah." The man nodded. "My college went through this whole thing a few weeks ago... we went early, you see. A few girls in our place got the role, so I had the chance to see what happened to those who went to guys, and those who went to other girls. Was pretty interesting, as a matter of fact. The guys, well, they just wanted their bodies for the most part. You know, they made their slaves fuck them, or give them handjobs, or the like. For them, it was about the guys. But for the girls who got to be masters? A lot of them got sadistic. Since they're girls themselves, they know what hurts, what works. A lot of them had a score to settle too. They ended up with things like clamps on the nipples, or made them have to masturbate to orgasm every time someone enters a classroom. That seems sweet at first, right? But after the sixth or seventh person enters the class, they were ****. One poor girl even had to get a clit hood piercing. When she was mad, her mistress attached a tiny weight to it and made her stagger about."

Lisa paled. her hand rising to her mouth, leaving her chest exposed in her surprise, she hadn't thought about that, guiltily remembering Diana telling her to protect herself.

"No."

"Yes." The man said with a gleeful smirk. "So I'd be careful of who you talk to and how if I were you. Never known when something like that might happen to your pretty little mound down there."

He directed his gaze lower, to her privates (Still shielded by her hand, thankfully.)

Before she could say anything else, the bus arrived, and she managed to get on with only a small amount of embarrassment.

The ride to college was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Of course there were no seats, and she blushed furiously, the eyes of an old man in front of her fixed on her exposed pussy for the entire trip, and an unknown hand, or hands, occasionally pawing at her body when the bus lurched, never lingering long enough for her to find out who. On top of that, the college student's words kept echoing in her mind, Lisa had never before considered what might happen if her master turned out to be someone who wanted to modify her body in a more permanent way. Could she do anything about that if they did? Of course not, she had seen to that, at least they probably couldn't take her out of school, as long as she didn't cum during class enough times that they had a few hours to get it done. If she did though, her mind was a whirl with what could be done to her. She had thought about chains, vibrators, maybe other things of that nature. Never a piercing or a tattoo. But that was the sort of thing that might happen to a college sex ****, wasn't it? Masters were permitted to inflict a certain amount of harm, so long as it was not permanent, and piercings clearly didn't count. She dreaded the conversation with Diana almost as much as she dreaded the day ahead, what had she gotten herself into?

Lisa had never thought about piercings before. She had never desired them, and truth be told, she still didn't. She preferred her body to be natural, but it was dawning on her that this choice might not be her own if things kept going this way. Her racing mind, **** to realize dangers she had missed was derailed with another lurch of the bus, this time with a painful pinch of her breast.

She looked down quickly, but again the hand had retreated as quickly as it had come, leaving her tender breast swaying slightly. The swelling on her nipple had gone down since yesterday, but it still felt a little bit tender. She imagined what it would look like if she had a piercing there. Maybe a little gleaming metal pin on the apex of her nipple? Or a small loop of metal, so that she could be chained by the tit? She had never thought about that.... never considered that...

She wasn't sure how she felt about it.

About ten minutes later, Lisa arrived at the college, walking from the bus stop totally naked was an even more vivid experience when the people looking at her were those she knew well. Students, both male and female, stopped to gesture to her or laugh, and she felt her ears burning as several of them spoke loudly enough for her to hear.

"There she is! That's Lisa Cormack, the College ****."

"Did you see what they did to her yesterday?"

"The way she came in front of everyone! Shameless!"

"I always thought she was kind of hot."

"Well, what do you think of her now?"

"Now I know she's hot. I wonder if her master will let me have a go with her?"

"Who is her master anyway? Shall we ask?"

"Yes, let's go over and ask."

Lisa turned her head as she saw a group of students making their way over to her. Six of them in total, four men, and two women. The leader was one of the women, raven-haired and tall, she looked imperiously at Lisa as they approached.

"Hey, Lisa!" She said, then paused with a wicked grin. "Oh wait, you lost that name, didn't you? Weren't you supposed to get another?"

Lisa looked away from her for a moment. The other woman frowned.

"I'd look at me if I were you, ****. Isn't it one of the rules that you need to show respect?"

"I thought she was supposed to get a name at the end of the ceremony?" Someone asked. "How come she didn't?"

"Honestly, with everything that happened, they probably just forgot." Snickered the leader. "I bet they're going to give one to her today."

"Probably." Said the second woman, Lisa turned to examine her for a moment. She looked to be about nineteen years old or so, and had pale skin. Not like Lisa's, which was mostly a result of genetics and not getting out in the sun much, but rather, a sort of artificial pallor especially around the face. She had dark hair which was bound into a ponytail, and clad in a black dress with a long skirt, and black leggings beneath. She had green eyes, which flashed with amusement as she looked at Lisa.

"Good to see you." Lisa said. "Lillian."

"****." The black-clad girl said. "It seems to me that you're far too confident. Didn't you hear your new role yesterday? You're not a student anymore. You rank below us now, so I wouldn't want you to get in trouble by treating us as equals. Best to remember your place, wouldn't you say? I'd so hate to have to tell someone and see you punished."

"I am sure you would..." Lisa said, looking towards the other girl. Lillian's skin was pale, and her eyes were dark with shadow. They glinted a malevolent green, tracking other Lisa's body with a lustful air. She was one of the more popular girls in her classes with the college. A goth who wielded her body like a weapon, Lillian was no simply bully who liked to overpower others, but a manipulator who delighted in seeing them brought low. Lisa and Diana had had run ins with her before, though never for very long. Their position as some of the most well liked girls in the college had shielded them from her.

Not now, though. Now it seemed she was determined to make up for lost time.

"I wonder..." Lillian said. "She's so defiant, do you think we should punish her ourselves? I am sure her master would not object... if they are even chosen yet." She grinned wickedly.

"You sure about that, Lillian?" The other girl asked. "Only their master is supposed to be able to punish them. Those were the rules."

Lillian considered for a moment, and then nodded.

"I suppose you're right." She said. "We can't really do much to her."

Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, but it was all too brief, for a moment later, that wicked look returned to Lillian's face, and she moved like lightning. Before Lisa could react, the black-clad girl was behind her, her fingers closing around Lisa's wrist, and wrenching it back, behind her spine. Lisa hissed in pain, the movement forcing her body to arch. Her other hand batted at her behind, but Lillian twisted her arm painfully until she stopped.

Lisa was gasping for air, pain searing from her shoulder and arm as Lillian twisted it further. The other woman was backed right into her, her head peering over Lia's shoulder.

"Lisa." Lillian whispered to her. "You and your sister were always far too stuck up. Now you're finally wide open, and I'm going to make the most of it. Make no mistake, whoever becomes your master, I am going to take note of. And believe me, if I have to fuck them to get to you? I will. You're protected from me for now, but as soon as you're not, believe me, I am going to make you pay for every minute I couldn't touch you."

She released Lisa and pushed her forwards, Lisa stumbled, and then fell, sprawling over the ground and treating everyone to a nice look at her pussy. Her arm trembled as she gently checked it over, looking up at Lillian's smug face.

"Goodbye, ****." The gothic girl said. "I'm sure we'll meet again soon."