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It was later that day, and the sisters had returned from college flushed with the effects of what they had experienced. Neither of them had said much to the other, and to be honest, it was a bit awkward. They'd talked, of course, about what they would do in the bedroom, they were twins, and close, so it didn't have the same sort of barrier that normal sisters may have expected. They'd shared, quite a lot, actually. But they had never done anything like that. At most, they'd swapped fantasies, exchanged lurid details of their hoped for encounters. Now, they had taken the next step, using the notebook, they had gone and done something which was much more than they had ever experienced before.

Lisa sat in the living room, the table at her side, her legs curled up under her on the sofa. The TV was on, some program playing. She wasn't paying attention to it. Her face was flushed. All day, she'd been unable to concentrate on her work. She had been distant, detached, some of her friends had wondered what was up, but the mention that today had been her turn with the test had been enough to make them back off. Even if it was legal and accepted, it seemed like it was also known to be handful for any young woman. So no one paid too much attention to her, and even the teachers gave her the space she wanted.

Her mind had strayed to the test again and again, no matter how much she had tried to focus it on the task before her. Her mouth had felt dry, lust burning between her legs. That bastard. That absolute bastard. David. She didn't know whether she was more furious about what he had done to her, or that he hadn't finished her off. By the end, she'd been sopping wet, her legs shaking, having to use her hands to support herself. David had known. He'd looked at her, right in the eyes. Grinning in that way of his. Pushing her and pushing her, driving her right to the edge and then stopping, waiting, making her want more. making her want to feel him inside of her. Making here want to scream in frustration as he stopped...

He shook her head, realising she was getting side tracked again. Her mind turned from David, focusing instead on the fate of her sister. Even as she had been tormented and teased, she remembered seeing Diana with her hands behind her back, writing all over her body, and panties in her mouth. Lisda wasn't sure what to think about that. Though, they'd talked plenty, it was the most sexually provocative she'd ever seen her twin. usually, Diana was calm, composed, in control. Not then. She'd been sitting on the floor, with a pen driven into her rear, her arms behind her back, a blush on her face, and lust in her eyes.

David had noticed, turning her around, making her watch her sister's shame as he fingered her. She remembered trying to resist, biting her tongue to keep from moaning as his fingers toyed with her pussy. Stroking and teasing it. Forcing themselves inside of her, making her grind and buck.

"Do you see?" He had said with a laugh. "Your sister is just as big a slut as you are. I wonder if we can get twins as the college slaves? That'd put us above the rest, wouldn't it?"

That thought had stirred something in her. She hated David, and yet she also loved the **** he was hurling upon her. Her young body had responded to his tone just as much as his fingers. She'd hated herself as she moaned, her mouth silent, but her body language begging him to push her over the edge. It had been the most real she'd ever felt her kink become.

Slowly, Lisa uncurled her legs, looking left and then right. Her sister was having a shower, washing the marker off her body. She had at least ten minutes. She knew that Diana wouldn't stop until it was all gone, and that the marker would fight her every inch of the way. Acting swiftly, she moved to her twin's back, opening it, and drawing forth the notebook. Then, she gazed at it for a moment, deep in thought. Diana wasn't going to give it up. She wanted to safeguard it. As the older sister, she felt like it was her job. That was fine. Lisa was always down for someone else taking responsibility instead of her. However, this time, she wondered...

Carefully, she opened the rulebook, flipping through it to an empty page. Then, she pinned it down with one hand, the other carefully tearing the page away. She did it cleanly, so that you wouldn't know anything had been removed. Then, she put it back in the bag, and looked at the paper. Her stomach churned as she considered what she could do with this...

Hand shaking a little, she withdrew a pencil from her own purse, and began to write.

''New Rule: The College **** or Slaves will be selected during an assembly of the whole college. After selection, the new **** will be made to strip naked on stage, and her former friends will be **** to renounce her. Her new position will be cemented via a humiliating ritual, and from this point on, she will be allowed to respond only to a **** name given at the end of the ritual. At the climax of the ritual, she **** will be **** to perform sexual acts upon her former friends, or they upon her. If she refuses, she will be punished harshly. If they refuse, they become slaves as well, if female. If male, she will suffer punishments for their refusal.''

Lisa sat back, breathing slowly. Her hand was shaking, and she almost could not believe what she had done. Her blood was racing, and she could feel the world around her changing to her whims. her heart hammered, frantically beating. Did she really want to do this? To go this far? The logical part of her said no, but the idea of it was impossible to fight again. Again, she looked around. Diana wouldn't know. She would assume it was just an unintended part of the original rule.

Quickly now, she hid away the paper, and then the pen. Curling back up on the sofa, and trying not to think of just how much she wanted tomorrow to come already.

The water drummed against her naked skin as Diana stood under the shower head. Her eyes were closed, around her, ink was dripping down to the drain. Her black hair was soaking wet, plastered to her back, and the water was pleasantly warm. She wasn't thinking of that, though. Much like Lisa, her thoughts had turned to the day that she had just had. Even now, hours later, it still felt like only minutes ago. She could still feel the bite of the belt against her wrists; the feel of the pen on her skin. The taste of the panties in her mouth. She blushed, remembering how Ben had teased her.

She looked down at her body, water cascading over her neck and shoulders as she did. Oh, that felt good. After so long struggling against her body, it was nice to finally have a chance to sit back and enjoy it. Her hands uncurled, one of them gently stroking her breast. Kneading it softly, twisting the nipple just so. She moaned, the sound covered up by the splatter of water. Her skin felt hot in a way that had nothing to do with the water that was pouring over it. Her body wanted release, ached for it after the day she had had. Her breath caught in her throat, and she looked down, seeing the folds of her labia, slightly parted with arousal.

Marked directly on her pussy, the large number ''3''.

Slowly, so very slowly, her free hand began to stroke her folds, electing a little shiver that worked its way up her spine. She grit her teeth, for fear that she would make a sound much louder than the last. Heh. Since when had she gotten so sensitive down there? She began to stroke herself, her fingers nimbly peeling back the layers of her labia. Exposing her pussy to the warm heat of the shower. She shivered, imagined for a moment that she had been **** to bare herself like this in the classroom, as Anna had. She imagined them all seeing her like this...Diana closed her eyes, letting her imagination carry her away.

She was still in the shower, but the shower was now one of the ones used after sports practice. She was standing naked, the warm water pouring off her neck and shoulders. The front was open, and Ben was standing there, along with the rest of the males in her class. She realised that she was chained, her ankles bound by a length of metal chain. They give her enough space to move, but not enough to run.

"Go ahead." Ben said. "Show us what a slut you are."

She imagined the feel of their eyes on her body as she reached down and held herself open for them. The rush of realising so many boys were watching her peel back her own layers, were letting her expose herself to them.

"Do you like the shower?" Ben said, an evil grin in his eyes. "Why don't you bring it a little closer?"

She realised what he was asking, and shook her head. Please not here. Not in front of so many people. But he simply nodded, grinning.

"Do it."

Reluctantly, Diana unhooked the shower head, lowering it over her body. The beating drums of water catching her chest, then her waist. Steam rose up around her, but not enough to hide her shame. She spread her legs as far as they could go, until the chains stopped her, then, with her free hand, she spread her labia as well. Only then, did she bring the shower down, pointing it at her lower self, and flick it to high speed.

Instant euphoria washed over her as the beads of water drummed into her lower self. It felt better than she had ever imagined, a moan tore its way free of her throat, and then another, and then a third. The water kept coming, hundreds of impacts, each one a tiny blast of pleasure. Her hands started to shake, and her legs to tremble. Her body grew hot, as the water continued to attack her most sensitive area. There were flashes of light, cameras were being taken out, snapping pictures of her like this. She opened her mouth to tell them to stop, but only a long moan issued forth as she climaxed. The pleasure hit her like a wave, and she slumped forwards. The shower head fell from her numb fingers.

Back in the real world, much the same happened as the climax took her. Diana moaned, one hand rising to keep herself from doing so too loudly. Her body twisted, her heart hammering furiously. All of the pent up frustration from the day was released at once, and her lower self soaked her thighs and upper legs as she bathed in the climax.

Slowly, she sank to her knees, the black ''3'' slowly dissolving into an inky puddle. She sighed, slowly using the wall to guide herself to her feet.

That had been a fun orgasm. But it was over now.

Then, her treacherous eyes found the showerhead, still spitting water down in the bottom of the shower. She reached for it, intending to put it back, and then stopped...

Ben wouldn't let her off with just one, would he...? No, he would have laughed as she climaxed, and then made her do it again. Just for the cameras. Just so that everyone could see the college ice queen with tears in her eyes, holding her lower self open, pleasuring her body for the crowd.

Slowly, she lowered the shower towards her pussy again, her eyes edging close.

It was going to be a long shower.