Chapter Two

Lisa gasped, her body throbbed and her nerves were aflame, waves of heat raced from her head to toes. She bit her lower lips, holding out as long as she could, though she knew she’d moan in the end. Her skin was tingling, her hair was on end. Beads of sweat stood out against her naked form.

Her legs were spread, each ankle tied to the leg of a different table in the classroom. The tables were heavy and wooden, and try as she might she wasn’t able to pull them back together. A moan bubbled up her throat and escaped her lips before she could stop it. Little jolts of sensation twisted through her senses, and she desperately tried to pretend that none of this was happening.

But it was. She could feel the touch of the vibrating wand between her legs, the tip pressed right into her pussy. It was throbbing, pulsing, the buzzing filled her ears and the feeling stabbed through her nerves. Her pussy was soaking, a small puddle of arousal was beading the ground below her, and her clit was a nexus of want.

She wriggled, the pleasure crested again, rising above its previous levels and forcing a squeaking cry from her lips.

She was surrounded. She could feel eyes on her naked body. Her splayed legs and her soaking pussy. Her own eyes were pressed tightly closed, but that didn’t help. It only amplified everything else. She felt so good; the pleasure rushed through her like a great river but even stronger than that there was the feeling of complete and total humiliation.

She moaned again, her body starting to rock. She was so close this time! So close!

But a hand darted in, stealing the wand away and Lisa let out a gasp of denial, her body shuddered, cold talons rippled through her and her eyes snapped open. Lisa was if she’d run a marathon. Her pussy ached, and a mad need to cum filled the back of her mind.

“Ready to apologise yet?” Lillian asked. “That’s the third time you’ve nearly cum, isn’t it? Don’t tell me you still want to resist.”

She reached down, tracing one of her fingers along Lisa’s slit. Lisa squealed, even this lightest of touches felt so good! She tried hard not to grind against it, but inside of her, something was screaming for more and more.

“You feel pretty ****,” Lillian chuckled. “So wet. Like you’re getting off on being watched by the whole class. How many old friends do you have here, huh? And now all of them get to see you squirm.”

Lisa’s head fell. Lillian was right. She knew most of the class. She’d been one of them for years. She had friends here. People she had been close to. But none of them came to her rescue now. None of them seemed to see this as anything unusual at all. Part of it was the rulebook, its power over the world made all of this seem normal. Lisa was the college sex **** now, and a ****’s place was naked and moaning.

But there was more than that. How many of them had wanted to see her like this all along? How many of them had dreamed of it, fantasised about it? Lisa had always been confident in her looks. She’d been outwards and cheerful and it wasn’t like she had worn the most conservative clothes either. She’d always felt a secret little buzz, a private thrill when she thought about how many of the people she knew would want to see her naked.

Now they were.

Now they were gathered around her as she rocked, her legs tied to the desks, splayed so that her pussy was visible. Her hands were tied behind her back, and worse, a vibrating wand was pushing her to the limit again and again and again.

“Beg me for it,” Lillian grinned. “If you beg me for it in front of the class, I’ll let you cum like the whore you are.”

“F-fuck you…” Lisa managed. Her throat was hoarse. Her limbs were like jelly. Heat pulsed between her legs, **** and burning. There were tears in her eyes, and she was blinking furiously.

God, she wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so much! How could her own body betray her like this? She hoped none of it showed on her face. Could Lillian read her? Did she know how much this turned her on and yet filled her with shame?

She was better than this! She was! She swore she wouldn’t give up!

She clung to hope. Clung to her strength, summoned her defiance and glared at Lillian.

“I won’t ever beg you for anything.”

“You already have,” Lillian said. “You begged to be my ****.”

Lisa’s face burned. The crowd murmured. She felt their attention, their questioning gazes pinning her in place.

“That was for Stacy!”

“Ah yes. Such a brave move. So bold. What good did it do you? How much good did it do her?”

Lillian’s foot moved forward, the tip of her shoe rubbing against Lisa’s pussy. The short-haired girl jumped, her face flushed red. It felt good. Her pussy was so sensitive, the contact sent rippling waves cascading through her throbbing womanhood.

“What’s the matter?” Lillian’s voice was soft but edged like a blade. “Are you going to cum, Lisa? Are you going to cum in front of the class because I’m poking your slutty pussy with my foot?”

“N-never!”

“And if I do this?”

Lillian pressed harder. Lisa gave a short moan, she wanted to scream to the class to look away. She raged at her body, her clit felt so hot. Was she really going to climax to this? It was degrading and humiliating and she hated it!

Fight! She screamed to herself, you can do it, Lisa! Don’t give her the satisfaction!

“I can make you cum,” Lillian spoke softly, as if dipping into Lisa’s thoughts “You think I can’t? You’re my **** and I can do whatever I want. It’s not even like you could stop me. I could make you cum in front of all of these guys and girls, Lisa. Or…”

And here, Lillian trailed off, a devilish look on her face. She raised one hand, tracing the fingers through her long, black hair.

“Or I could get them to help. What do you think of that? I don’t think you’re a virgin. You’re way too slutty for that, but still. We could have our own little gangbang here. What do you think?”

Lisa shook her head, the air catching in her throat. Her heart hammered, and she met Lillian’s eye. For an instant, she knew fear. She imagined what it would be like to be swarmed by everyone. How it would feel to be so totally overwhelmed.

“You wouldn’t,” she gasped. “That’s not your style. You wouldn’t leave something like that to anyone else…”

“You think you know me?” Lillian asked. “You have no idea what I could do to you, Lisa. None at all. Maybe I’d let it happen. Maybe I’d even record it, did you think of that? The idea is actually pretty tempting. Can you imagine the fun we would have…”

Lisa could. The idea that she could be recorded, that thousands of people could see her like that filled her mind with terror. It made her want to curl up, to deny that this was happening.

But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. That would mean that Lillian had won and if there was one thing and only one thing that Lisa cared about at the moment other than escape, it was making damn sure that Lillian would never win.

“Oh, almost forgot.” Lillian reached for the magic wand, deliberately waving it in front of Lisa’s face before flipping it back on and placing it between her legs. Lisa started to writhe again, gasping faster and faster as pulses of heat and tightness strobed through her pussy.

“Can’t let you cool down for too long, Lisa.”

Lisa tried to respond, but her plaintive moans filled the classroom and blocked out any words she could have said. The wand felt so good, it filled her whole world and before she knew it, she was bucking, her body twisting in a picture of ecstasy and humiliation. Her moans became faster, her voice became frantic, and her squeals became high-pitched and needy.

“Listen to her go!” Lillian chortled to the rest of the class. “Is this what you always imagined she’d sound like when she came? What a little slut!”

I hate you! Lisa thought, the pleasure rising, twisting, driving into her like needles into clay. I hate you so much, Lillian! More than I’ve ever hated anyone else!

And though she had not said it, and Lillian had no way of knowing her thoughts, the dark-haired woman shot her a look which could only have had one possible meaning:

I know.

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They met between classes in the old staff room. It was an out of the way place. A side room that hadn’t seen use in years. Not since the college had expanded and it had found itself without a function. True to form, the college hadn’t bothered getting rid of it or even really locking it up. They’d just sort of left it to gather dust and time.

That same dust now danced in esoteric patterns as Lillian opened the door. She tried not to sneeze; it hung in the air, thick curtains of the stuff. As if no one had been here for years.

But someone else had been here and was in fact still here. They were waiting for her, sitting on the far side of the room in one of the dusty old recliners.

If she was honest with herself, Lillian saw David as both a blessing and a curse. He was an arrogant tough guy with more ego than brains and more stupidity than both. The kind of guy she’d normally ignore as not worth her time. Lower than the dirt which danced in the air between them.

But things weren’t normal, and right now she needed him. David might have been beneath her, but Lisa and Diana were far more important. He was a tool, a key to get to them and like any key, she would use him until he was no longer of use.

“You didn’t bring your ****,” David said.

He was sitting in one of the old plush chairs, reclining like a kink. Stacy knelt between his legs. Her lips were around his cock and she was sucking like her life depended on it. Her head moved forward and back, his shaft filled her throat and now and then, he gave growling sounds of approval. One of his hands played with her blonde hair, his fingers running through the golden strands.

“Unlike you,” Lillian commented dryly. “Having fun?”

“Of course,” David laughed. “It’s a dream come true having my own personal, private slut. How many times have I fucked you today, Stacy?”

Stacy’s cheeks were red, and her eyes fell to the ground. Her legs were curled up below her as she pulled her mouth away from his cock.

“I….I don’t know, sir.” She said, her voice sounded small. “I’ve lost track…”

“Maybe I should fuck you a few more times just in case then. Don’t want to neglect that little pussy of yours.”

“N-no!” She paled, her body shuddering. “It’s been four times, sir. Four times! Please no more. Y-you promised you’d let me rest if I used my mouth.”

“Four times!” David chortled like a child, leaning back into the chair and gesturing for her to continue. After a moment of hesitation, Stacy did exactly that. She closed her lips around his cock and resumed her duties.

“I see Stacy is much more submissive,” Lillian commented. “Lisa is still fighting.”

“Of course she is,” David said. “Did you think she’d break easy? Besides, this is what you wanted.”

“It is,” Lillian admitted. “I’m enjoying it too. She thinks she can hold out, defy me. Fight me back by inches. But she’s losing and we both know it. It’s what I live for.”

“Man,” David laughed. “You really hate her, don’t you? What did she ever even do to you? Not that I’m complaining! I love the hell out of this. But she must have pissed you off badly.”

“You wanna know what she did?”

“I asked, didn’t I?”

“Nothing.”

David blinked. Of all the possible answers, that had not been one he’d expected.

“Nothing?”

“She didn’t do anything. She never gave me a reason to hate her. It’s just…you ever see someone and even though you’ve never even talked, you just hate them? It was like that. The first moment I laid eyes on Lisa and Diana, I knew they were my enemies.”

“Cold,” David said, and sounded like he meant it too. “So that’s it then? No big scene? No argument? No dramatic reveal?”

“Nothing of the sort. Just two people I knew I hated from the very first moment.”

“You’re a sociopath. You know that right?”

“So it’s been said. You complaining?”

David shot her a grin.

“Not even remotely. Now what was it that you wanted to talk about? You said in your message that it was important, and as much fun as I am having with Stacy - which is a lot by the way - I could be having just as much somewhere less dirty. I hope it’s good.”

“It’s good. Diana good.”

“Diana?” David raised an eyebrow. “Okay, this I have to hear. You told me before that it was best to focus on who we had for now. Something change your mind?”

“Opportunity,” Lillian said. “Call it inspiration. Something that Lisa said before gave me an idea and I just had to try it out. But for it to work, I need you.”

“And if it works, we get Diana? I don’t see how that could come together. The college is done choosing slaves until next year at least, and Diana isn’t going to be stupid enough to fall for anything then either. She’s not dumb, you know. And she knows you’ll be after her.”

“I know,” Lillian said. “Whatever happened to get Lisa chosen, we can’t count on it working for her as well. And even if it did, the chances that one of us would get her? Improbable. Impossible, even. There’s no way Anya would assign a new **** to someone who already has one. So both you and I are out of the running.”

“I guessed,” David answered, moaning slightly as he shifted his weight. “So what are you thinking then? The only other way to get Diana would be…”

“With punishments, right? That’s what you’re thinking. But Diana is also smart enough not to fall for those. She’s going to be trying to find some way to spring her sister and her friend, so she’s gonna make damn sure not to slip up and treat them like people. Even if that burns her up inside. It’s why she’s avoided Lisa so far. She doesn’t trust herself not to make a mistake.”

“So then how are you going to get her?”

“With bait, of course.” Lillian rolled her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “We have Stacy. We have Lisa. Oh, Diana might try to avoid them, but don’t even pretend she isn’t constantly keeping track of what’s happening. Even if she’s not following it all personally, I doubt she’s missing a single beat.”

“So you need me then.”

“I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t,” Lillian said. “Stacy and Lisa. We need them both. Two slaves make for three slaves.”

“So what do I get out of it?”

“Three slaves, didn’t I just say that? Come on, I know you wanna see Diana naked and humiliated just as much as I do.”

“Of course I do, but we don’t even know if it’ll work or not. You need my help and all you can offer is something that may not even happen? I know you can do better than that.”

Lillian’s eyes gleamed as she locked them on David. He held his ground, matching her stare with one of his own. He wasn’t hostile, but also refused to back down and after a few moments, she looked away.

“I’m impressed,” She admitted. “I didn’t think you had the spine.”

“You thought I’d just meekly follow along because you were a pretty girl?”

“I might have,” Lillian said.

“Well, I have plenty of pretty girls. There’s one sucking me off right now. And as much as I want Diana, I also don’t want to be used. And right now, I get the feeling that you’re using me, Lillian.”

Lillian gazed at him, reluctantly awarding him a few more points for intelligence than she had originally credited him with. She supposed she should have felt angry and maybe there was a bit of anger there. But far more important to her, there was a sense of intrigue. She hadn’t expected David to figure anything out at all, and the thought that he had was….

Interesting.

“What are you thinking?” She tilted her head to the side. “What is it that you want?”

“You think I know?”

“I think you do. You wouldn’t make a demand like that without some kind of expectation. You might not know everything, but you have an idea.”

“All right,” he held both of his hands up, Stacy’s head still bobbing back and forth between his legs. “I do have an idea. I want in. Whatever you do with Diana, I want to be involved. She’s such an ice queen, I’ve always wanted to see her brought low. I don’t want to help you win her and see you scurry off to tease her alone. I want to see it. I want to be part of it.”

“That is…not unacceptable,” Lillian allowed. “But now it’s my turn to ask you what you can do to help there.”

“You think I don’t have my own resources?” David laughed. “My own people? Believe me, you’ll find that whatever you have in store is a lot easier if you have me on your side.”

“I have to admit, David. You’re a lot different than I imagined.”

“I get that a lot,” David said. “But you’re trying to lead me off-topic. Are we agreeing here? I get to be there when you play with Diana. I get to do it too.”

“All right,” Lillian nodded. “I can agree with that. As for the rest…”

Her hand fell gently to the waistband of her skirt, and as David watched, she began to **** it down. It slid down her long, slender legs and Lillian rejoiced in the gentle kiss of the cold air against her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties, and a day’s worth of tormenting Lisa had made her nice and wet.

“How about we send Stacy off to stand in that corner over there and you and I negotiate on the rest of your price?”

“Like that?”

“Well, I might take my top off too. And who knows where that will lead?”

“Who indeed?” David laughed, gesturing for Stacy to make way. The blonde girl looked relieved to be given a break, but Lillian wasn’t foolish enough to think she wasn’t listening to every word they said.

I’ll have to make sure she can’t warn Lisa or Diana, she thought to herself. But that’s a problem for later.

For now, she was turned on. Aroused and David had turned out to be a little more competent than she had expected. His cock was hard and inviting, and Lillian had been looking for a way to burn off a little steam.

She’d still get rid of him once he was no longer of use, but he’d just demonstrated that maybe he’d last a bit longer than she’d expected.

Long enough to be worth having some fun with, anyway.

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It had been several days since she had become Lillian’s ****, and people still turned to stare as she passed them in the corridor. Lisa had hoped that as time went on and it became more normal, she’d attract less attention. But that, it seemed, had been an impossible dream. The sight of a naked girl, no matter how normal it was, would always turn heads.

Especially if that girl was collared and **** to walk down the corridor on her hands and knees.

Lisa knew that there were now dozens of images of her spreading across the world. All nicely labelled, stored and available for anyone else to see. ‘’Lisa Cormack, College Sex ****’’. That was what she was now to the rest of the world.

It was certainly what she was to the college. People she had known for years, considered friends even, would turn and look as she passed. She’d feel their eyes on her like they were eating her up as she passed. The sway of her breasts would attract glances as would the turn of her legs. But it was even worse when she was in the corridor like now because Lillian would only allow her to move on her hands and knees. Everyone behind her would get a good look at her ass and pussy, the latter of which Lillian often made sure to tease so it was nice and wet.

“Have to give the people a good show,” she’d laugh, pushing Lisa closer and closer to an orgasm, her dripping wetness would stain her inner thighs and only once there was no way to hide herself or pretend she was anything but turned on and at her limit, would they proceed to wherever they were going.

Lisa hated it. She hated the stares. She hated the murmurs, the pictures, the **** throbbing of her pussy as her body screamed at her to let it cum. But most of all, she hated being in Lillian. Lisa had thought that she hated Lillian before, but after only a few days in her care, she was beginning to realise that what she had felt then was mild dislike at best.

Lillian wanted her broken, she wanted her beaten. She wanted her to be a humiliated little **** who would do what she was told and layered punishment upon punishment against her to achieve that effect.

But Lisa refused. No matter how many times she was brought to tears or humiliated, or made to beg total strangers for permission to cum. Each time she was punished, she would meet Lillian’s gaze with a glare of her own. Each time the gothic woman tried to break her, Lisa would be sure to push back. To show her that she hadn’t won.

That was how she kept going. How she held onto herself in spite of everything else. She wasn’t beaten. She wasn’t some helpless little **** who could only do what she was told. She clung to that idea, holding it tight in her darkest moments.

She would get out of this!

She would!

She just had to figure out how.

There was Diana, there was the rulebook. There was Kyle, her friend and Stacy, who while under David was probably in a better situation than her. She had options. She had moves to make. She wasn’t done yet.

Or so she told herself, at least. But something about Lillian’s attitude today was worrying her. Usually, she was quick to punish and would even make things up if Lisa didn’t make any mistakes. It was a rare day when she got to this late hour without being punished three or four times just because.

But today she had not been punished at all. Not only that, but Lillian was in an unusually good mood, and it was just after the last class of the day. Normally, Lillian would be ordering her outside and making her crawl to the car.

That hadn’t happened. Lisa was crawling along on her hands and knees, that much was true. But they were going deeper into the college, not towards the lower levels.

She didn't like this at all. Lillian had some sort of plan in the works. Some scheme. Something new to throw against her. Whatever it was, she would take it. She couldn’t afford to falter now.

But as Lillian led her deeper and deeper into the college, Lisa began to feel unsure. Her mind conjured images, anticipation curled about her spine like an icy snake around the jutting trunk of a tree. Whatever was next, it was sure to be humiliating, and she could already feel her face flushing. Her pussy throbbed, and her clit emanated an electrical buzz of anticipation that shamed her.

It was like having all of her fantasies granted in the very worst way possible.

Like many colleges, the facility included a small gym. It was not, even the staff would admit, particularly good as such things went. It consisted of a single large room, a set of changing rooms off to the side, a male and female shower and some exercise equipment that was well past retirement age. It was not the most popular of places, but a free gym was still a free gym, so there were usually a few students moving either to or from that place. Once or twice, Lisa had even numbered among them.

That was how she realised where they were going. The route snapped into place in her memory and she paused, the leash connected to her collar tugged cruelly, and Lillian gave it a jerk.

“Come on, slut,” she said. “We don’t want to be late for your appointment, do we?”

Appointment? Now that made her insides twitch with dread. But with no other choice, she continued to follow. Crawling in Lillian’s wake like a prisoner being led to the hangman’s noose.

Eventually, they made it to the gym. At this late hour, it should have been locked up and closed, but someone had left the door unsecured. Lillian pushed it

open, gesturing for Lisa to go inside.

Within, she found that the power had not been shut off for the night. The lights burned, shading the room in faltering illumination. Spirals of dust danced in the air, and exercise machines had been pushed back against the walls. Weights and treadmills of all kinds.

In the centre of the room, there waited a familiar face. Two, of them. One much more welcome than the other.

“Stacy!”

For a moment, everything else was forgotten as Lisa laid eyes on her friend for the first time in days. Stacy was a sight. She was kneeling, her pale skin exposed. Her blonde hair was drawn back into a ponytail, which was matted with sweat. Her skin gleamed with it as well. Her hands were behind her back, but not cuffed or secured. She was holding them there.

Lisa’s eyes could not help but dwell on her naked body. A tinge of arousal touched her mind, though she desperately tried to ignore it. Stacy’s pussy was wet, arousal stained her inner thighs. Her nipples were hard and engorged, and her mouth was securely fastened around her master’s cock.

David. The second face, far less welcome. He was standing in the centre of the room, his hands wrapped around Stacy’s skull, guiding her mouth back and forth around his cock. His eyes were half closed and he was grunting with satisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. “That’s a good ****. That’s a good little cocksucker. Looks like we’ve discovered your secret talent, huh? After all those years as a tease, you always just wanted to be on your knees with a cock in your mouth.”

Stacy’s face burned. There were tears in her eyes, but she couldn’t speak. Behind her, Lisa heard Lillian entering the room. A feeling of anger was burning inside of her now and she twisted back to glare at the other woman.

“Is this what you wanted me to see?”

Lillian’s hand flashed out, delivering a stinging slap that **** Lisa to jerk away in pain.

“Careful how you talk to your mistress, slut. No, this isn’t what we wanted. This is just the start. Though, I see David is taking advantage. Typical.”

She raised her voice before she spoke next, cutting through the wet gurgling of Stacy’s duties.

“Having fun, David?”

“Oh you know me,” David laughed. “Just killing time before the main event. Did you bring her?”

Lillian gestured to Lisa, who was kneeling on the ground, her eyes fixed on Stacy. She couldn’t seem to turn away. She was seeing her friend pleasuring her enemy, and though she was crying, Stacy did not seem to be hesitating at all. She’d thought she’d made the right choice before. Sacrificing herself for Stacy, but Lillian’s words haunted her mind.

Had she really achieved anything?

“Of course I did,” Lillian said. “You bring what I wanted?”

Now it was David’s turn to gesture. There was a bag lying on the ground in the corner and Lillian scoped it up eagerly. The first thing she took out was a phone, the camera gave off a soft glow. Lisa felt its beady eye play across her body with a shiver.

Another recording. Of course.

But Lillian didn’t hold the camera for long. She tucked it away in the corner, in the shadow of one of the machines.

“There,” she said. “Now it can record without me having to wave it around everywhere. Much better. And an extended battery too? Fancy.”

Lisa went to speak, to demand to know what was going on. She was sure that she would be punished for it, but even that would be better than just not knowing. Before she could, there came a knock on the door.

“They’re here,” David grinned. “Come on in!”

The door opened again and Lisa turned. Four more people were entering the gym. With a bolt of shock, she realised that she knew most of them. They were from that class, when the girls had been measured. It felt like an eternity ago now. Like another life.

David’s little gang…

A cold sweat broke out across her body. She was starting to see where this was going and she didn’t like it at all.

“What’s the matter?” Lillian asked. “Starting to see what’s going on? So far, we’ve not done anything with you but show you off, little slut. I guess it’s finally dropping for you that we could go further, huh? You wanna get fucked, Lisa? You want to get absolutely destroyed on camera?”

Lisa swallowed. Her throat was dry and her pulse was racing. This couldn’t be happening! She imagined the guys surrounding her. A cock in her pussy thrusting back and forth as a second one was buried in her ass. She imagined someone twisting her nipples, making her gasp and moan. And all the while, the despair, the helplessness and the knowledge that there was no escape from the camera…

“Well don’t worry,” Lillian “These boys aren’t for you. They’re for your friend over there.”

Stacy? No, that was even worse! Lisa’s heart fluttered and she tried to rise to her feet, but Lillian yanked her down.

“Slaves should be on their knees unless they want to be used.”

David was stepping back now, his cock was wet with saliva, his friends surrounded Stacy. There were four of them. One man was tall and bald, another small and blond. The third was slightly fat, while the fourth was muscular and powerful. Lisa didn’t know their names, but they hung around David like shadows on a sunny day. She should have expected them to get involved sooner or later but…

Not like this!

“Stacy!” She cried out, this time managing to get to her feet and stumble forward. But he felt Lillian’s arm lock around her throat, and she was pulled back into the other woman’s embrace. She felt hot air tickling her ear, and Lillian whispered.

“You watch this, Lisa. You watch and know that you can’t do anything about it. You tried to protect her, you tried to play the hero but guess what? The game was rigged from the start. You sacrificed yourself for nothing and now you’re going to watch your friend pay for it.”

Lisa shook her head, desperately trying to break free, but Lillian held her firmly, all she could do was watch.

Meanwhile, the guys had surrounded Stacy. The blonde woman was looking from one to the other. Her eyes settled on Lisa for a moment, widening as she realised her situation.

“How far do we go with this one, David?” Spoke the muscular guy. “She’s yours, right? What do you want us to do?”

“Fuck her brains out,” David laughed. “Make her squeal. Don’t do anything permanent, mind, but by the time you’re done, I want her totally out of it. Give her the best fuck of her life.”

The guys grinned, some of them laughed. Stacy paled, shaking her head, but her position as a college **** did not allow her to refuse. It was a direct order from her master and the rules were clear on her options. None.

The very same rules that Lisa had drawn.

She hated herself then. Hated how stupid she had been. How she’d left no escape without the damn rulebook. None of this was supposed to happen! She had to get out, she had to-

Lillian’s fingers brushed lightly across her chest and Lisa gave a shuddering moan. Her traitorous body flamed with heat. Two of Lillian’s fingers began to stroke and pluck at her left nipple, each touch sending pleasure racing through her and making her chest tight. Lisa shook her head, trying to deny that it was happening but…

But it felt so good!

“Your best friend is going to get fucked by four guys,” Lillian whispered into Lisa’s ear. “And you’re going to get off to it. You’re going to cum to the sight of Stacy being pounded like she never has before.”

“Never,” Lisa hissed. She shook her head, summoning her defiance. “Fuck you!”

“You’re not lucky enough for that slut. But hey, at least you can get off watching your blonde friend get the fuck of her life.”

So saying, Lillian’s first hand continued to caress her breasts, her fingers stroking and kneading the sensitive flesh. Lisa moaned, shaking her head in denial. Fiery sensation streamed through her body, and her breathing started to become sharp and fast.

But that was nothing compared to the other hand, which dipped lower and lower. Slowly, sensually tracing a path across her thighs and down towards her pussy. Lillian’s fingers brushed Lisa’s lower lip and the dark-haired girl recoiled.

Fuck, it felt way too good!

“Already so wet, slut? No wonder you’re not fighting hard. I bet you’re secretly enjoying this.”

“Fuck you,” Lisa growled again. But her face was burning. Humiliation and helplessness boiled within her. Was this really happening? This couldn’t be real! But she couldn’t do anything to stop it. If she did, both Stacy and she would be punished even harder.

All she could do was watch.

The guys were undressed now, their clothes lay in piles on the ground. Strewn roughly and eagerly discarded. There was not one of them who didn’t have a throbbing erection, their cocks were stiff and ready. One of them, the muscular one, was idly stroking himself. His fingers caressed the head of his shaft as he regarded Stacy. Still naked, frozen in shock.

“****,” David said. “Show them how much you want them. Beg them to fuck you.”

“W-what?” Stacy turned to him, her eyes were wide and her face was pale. “You can’t be serious!”

“I’m sorry, did you think it was a question? That was an order! Beg to be fucked like the slutty **** that you are! Or else you’ll be punished again and this time I won’t go easy.”

Stacy’s eyes flashed across the room and they locked with Lisa’s, for a moment both girls were locked in silent communication.

I’m so, so sorry! Lisa tried to say, tried to get her to understand. This is all my fault! I did this! I caused this and I can’t fix it!

But she couldn’t say it. She could barely even think. One of Lillian’s hands was at her chest, rubbing and stroking her nipples until she wanted to scream. The other was caressing her pussy, slender fingers gently running back and forth along her outer lips. Tweaking and teasing and promising like the touch of the most gentle lover. Humiliation burned within her as she felt her body responding. An aching need built inside of her that just wanted more and more.

Air catching in her throat, body burning with desire and mortification, Lisa could only watch as Stacy spoke.

“Please,” she whispered, the words tearing at her throat in the same way that they tore at Lisa’s soul. How could this be happening? She was supposed to have saved Stacy!

It wasn’t fair…

“Please fuck me,” Stacy croaked. “Please fuck my slutty pussy.”

The muscular man strode forward, his cock was hard, jutting out from between his legs. “You heard her boys, let’s get to work.”

He grabbed her by the shoulder and **** her to stumble forwards. His other hand shot out, kneading her left breast. She gave a low moan that sent shivers racing down Lisa’s spine.

Not like this!

Lillian’s hands grew faster and more insistent, their butterfly-touches trailing and tracing her skin. Lillian’s body was pressed up against her back, she could feel her breasts against her spine. Lisa tried to shake it off, tried to speak, to move, to do something.

But she could only endure. Her pussy throbbed, A tight, hot ball of pleasure coiling between her legs. She couldn’t look away. Shame filled her even more because of that. Stacy was about to be fucked by complete strangers and Lisa couldn’t even turn her head.

The guys were all around Stacy now. Someone slapped her ass and she gasped, someone else was kissing her, their mouth fastened against her left nipple and she squeaked. Lisa’s body churned, the sounds filling her mind and making her wetter and more ashamed.

How could she be getting off on this? She didn’t want to be! But Lillian’s hands were delicate and merciless, they teased out every last drop of pleasure. Moving and caressing and stroking, drawing out everything. Forcing her to feel so good and so bad at the same time. The conflicting emotions served only to heighten her sense of failure, helplessness and shame.

“You thought you’d saved her,” Lillian said. “But look what you caused, Lisa. You’re not a very good hero, are you?”

Lisa gasped, a spike of pleasure stabbed through her body. Heat blazed inside of her and her clit ached.

Stacy cried out helplessly. One of the guys was prying apart the cheeks of her ass with his hands. His cock was stiff, the tip pointed right at her back entrance. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking.

“N-no,” she gasped. “Not there! I-I’ve never done anything there! Please!”

But they didn’t heed and with one thrust, their cock began to sink into her. Stacy squealed, her muscles tightening and her face locking into a rictus of shock. But that didn’t last long, because the muscular man was spreading her legs now, his cock pushing into her pussy. She gave a ragged moan, feeling it penetrate her and fill her up.

“Oh god,” Stacy gasped, her head arching back. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!”

They were moving now. Fucking her together. Her body shook with the impacts, their hips moving back and forth. Each thrust **** her deeper onto the cock of the other man, Lisa could only watch in horror. Imagining what it must feel like to be penetrated from the front and the back at the same time.

“Are you enjoying this?” Lillian’s voice filled her with shame. Her hands tracing, stroking, torturing her with pleasure. Lisa’s back bucked, her body writhed. She wanted to escape, but she couldn’t.

She felt relief for a moment as Lillian’s hand dropped away from her chest, but it came back a moment later. This time, it was holding something. A plastic handle topped by a cruel-looking cylinder. The tip was half open, a gleaming needle stored away in the ‘’muzzle’’ of a plastic hook.

A piercing gun.

Lisa’s body froze. Her eyes were drawn to it as if it had its own gravity. She couldn’t look away. That wasn’t…she couldn’t do that, could she? Slaves couldn’t be damaged permanently!

But she’d given up that right when she’d saved Stacy. She’d waived even that protection in a **** attempt to get Lillian to take her deal. Some part of her had never thought that the other woman would take advantage of it, though!

The tip of the gun played across her naked skin. Shivers raced across her body, Lillian’s eyes were dark and cruel, her lips twisted into a tight little smirk.

“Are you going to beg, Lisa?”

Lisa swallowed. She wanted to beg. She wanted to beg so much. But she knew that it wouldn’t help, and she refused to let Lillian break her even now.

“Then watch your friend get fucked,” Lillian said. “And enjoy it like the little slut you are.”

Stacy was moaning more and more loudly now. Her body shaking, her breasts jiggling as she was **** back and forth by the two guys. They were moving faster and faster, their groans echoing with hers. Her hands were curled into fists, her face was pale. She looked like she couldn’t believe what was happening or what she was feeling.

But Lisa could only watch with half of her focus. The evil gun was still tracing its way along her body. Back and forth and back and forth, building up suspense and tension. Sometimes, Lillian would stop. She’d hold it in place until Lisa wanted to scream to do it or not to. But she never pressed the trigger. Instead, she’d move on. Lisa was quaking now, her body shivering and shaking. Lillian’s other hand was still playing with her pussy. More forceful now. Her fingers were stroking and teasing Lisa’s lower lips apart.

No! No, no, no! She had to fight! She had to resist! She couldn’t cum like this!

Stacy let out a ragged gasp, her body shivering as pleasure raced through her. The man in her ass had cum, the feeling throbbed through her body, and the man in her pussy fucked her even harder. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room. Stacy’s moans grew deeper, **** and wanting.

Suddenly, Lisa felt the hook of the piercing gun close about her left nipple. A spark of realisation hit her, and she knew this time it wasn’t a bluff.

Lillian pressed the trigger and Lisa felt pain. Sharp, driving pain as the needle lanced out. She cried out, her eyes closing against the onslaught. The needle tore into the sensitive nipple which was already engorged from Lillian’s teasing. The wave of pain and pleasure was incredible, rending through her thoughts like a tidal wave of crashing water against a puny wooden dam.

The worst part was that Lillian’s fingers began to enter her pussy at the same time, thrusting faster and faster as if to counterpoint the pain with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy rippled through her, meeting and melding with the burning from her nipple.

She cried out, her back arching, tears in her eyes. Humiliation, pain, and pleasure all mixed together and pounded against her resolve.

Lillian withdrew the gun. Blinking back tears, Lisa looked down and saw a tiny metal barbel gleaming against the pink of her nipple. She’d been pierced! Her legs felt weak. Her pussy was throbbing. She was gasping, helpless, humiliated and beaten.

No! Not beaten! She wasn’t done yet! She had to fight! She had to-

The plastic hook closed against her other nipple.

“Do you want to beg now, Lisa?”

Lisa shook her head silently, hating herself for being unable to speak, to shout, to defy her more loudly. But that didn’t matter. Simple refusal was defiance enough.

The gun fired a second time. Lisa’s twisted cry emerged more loudly, cutting through the grunting of Stacy’s situation. The pain was sharper now, more concentrated. Pounding and burning, the needle pierced her again as her back twisted and her mistress laughed.

Again, Lillian’s fingers picked up the pace, now truly penetrating her. Fucking her again and again and drawing forth a savage wave of pleasure to mix with the pain and **** her very being. Lisa cried out, a wordless sound of defeated humiliation boiled through her being. She couldn’t believe this was happening!

Stacy was on her knees now. Someone’s cock was in her mouth. Her hand was desperately working the cock of a second man. The third one was stroking himself idly, watching with obvious enjoyment,

Smack!

The fourth guy lashed out with a slap against her ass. Stacy’s body shuddered, and her skin started to redden. The man laughed and did it again and again and again until the blonde girl was quaking and moaning around the hardened shaft. The man came, his seed spilled into her throat and Stacy started to cough. He pulled out, and someone else ordered her to lie on her back. A sharp look from David was all it took, and a new guy positioned himself between her legs, gripping her thighs roughly and half-raising them as his cock pressed against the dripping slit of her pussy.

Her feverish moans grew to a higher pitch. Lisa couldn’t block them out, but nor could she focus on them through the red haze of pain which rippled from her chest. Both of her nipples had been pierced, tiny metal studs gleamed there, and the sharp waves which radiated from them were filling her mind. She was gasping, breathing heavily, trying to maintain her control and composure.

Then she felt the hook of the piercing gun close again. This time against the nub of her clitoris. Her eyes widened, panic and horror tore through her.

“No…” She gasped, already imagining the absolute agony that would come from Lillian pressing the trigger there.

“You want a third piercing?” Lillian asked. “You have two choices. Grind against my fingers until you cum like a total slut or else I’m going to press the button. You have five seconds to decide.”

Lisa wanted to resist. She wanted to refuse, to accept the pain in exchange for defying Lillian. But she couldn’t. It was just too much. Stacy’s moans and gasps, the pain from her nipples, the realisation of her crushing failure. She had been beaten. Utterly, completely beaten. Every move she’d tried to make, Lillin had countered. She hadn’t saved Stacy, she hadn’t saved herself. She was humiliated, pierced, being fingered by her enemy while her best friend was fucked by four guys.

And now she was going to grind against Lillian’s hand and make herself cum like a slut.

Her face burned, and there were tears in her eyes. Her pussy throbbed in **** need, and she began to move. Her hips lifted and fell, grinding herself against Lillian’s fingers. It felt good. Oh fuck, it felt so good. Her clit was awash with desire. Her face was red with shame. There were tears in her eyes.

“Faster,” Lillian ordered. “I told you to do it like a slut. Do it as fast as possible, and moan like the whore you are.”

Her words were harder than blows. More stinging than slaps. Lisa twisted and writhed and hated herself for doing as she was told. She threw back her head and moaned, her motions becoming more frenzied. Lillian’s fingers sank inside of her, penetrating her and fucking her.

It felt so good! Her body was broiling! Why could she not control herself? Why did she already feel like her mind was fogging with pleasure? She had to fight this! She had to remember who she was!

Lisa moaned. She couldn’t help it. The sounds tore themselves free from her throat, and her cries of agonised pleasure joined Stacy’s to fill the gym.

Speaking of Stacy, the man in her pussy had cum, his seed soaking her lower lips. Someone else **** her roughly to her feet. His hands pinched and twisted her nipples until she was crying out for mercy. A second guy closed in, thrusting two fingers into her pussy and grinding them back and forth until she kicked out in shameful ecstasy.

Lisa could take no more. With a last, despairing cry, she came and came hard. The feeling rocked her body, tearing into her like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her moan started low, growing in time with the wave of ecstasy that crashed through her and stole her thoughts and breath. It was a swirling vortex of heat and pleasure that filled her mind and body and before she knew it, she was crashing to her knees. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth gaped. She was cumming harder than she ever had before and all she could hear were the moans of her best friend being fucked.

Lillian stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a twisted expression of glee.

“I always wanted to see you like this,” she admitted. “And now I have, I just want to say that it was worth the wait.”

Lisa couldn’t reply. Her whole body was shaking. The orgasm was still echoing through her nerves. But Lillian’s next words cut through all of that as if she’d been plunged into a pool of icy water.

“Hey, guys! You must be tired of only one ****. Why don’t you take a turn at two?”

David laughed, and Lisa realised this had been the plan all along. Two of the men stayed with Stacy while two others turned towards her. Lisa didn’t have the strength to fight, and she was **** roughly to her feet. A pair of hands groped at her chest, inspiring stabbing pain from her new piercings. Something hard and warm was pressed between her legs.

“Since you’re such a slut, I figured I would give you a reward,” Lillian said. “It must have been so hard watching your friend enjoy herself without you. Now you can both have fun.”

Lisa tried to protest, to beg, to do anything but she didn’t have the strength. The piercings and the orgasm had ripped away her words. If she’d been given time to recover, perhaps she could have acted.

But there was no time.

David and Lillian watched as Lisa was pulled right alongside Stacy to join in the gangbang.

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Lisa didn’t know how know how long they were fucked after that. The guys took turns, and it seemed like every single one of them wanted to use both of the girls as many times as they could. She was fucked in the pussy, in the ass. She was made to bend over, to ride the cocks of strangers. To bounce up and down until she came and came and came.

Men came inside of her, their seed spilling from her pussy, staining her thighs and legs. She lost track of them all, lost track of everything but the constant feelings of pleasure and shame. Humiliation, the hammering knowledge that she had caused all of this.

By the time it was done, both Stacy and Lisa were an utter mess. Lying on the floor with their legs spread. Their bodies aching and their minds drowning in fog. Their pussies were soaked, throbbing clits filled their worlds with the shadow of orgasms spent, and neither of them had any ability to speak.

As a final, cruel twist, David and Lillian left them there for the night.

“We’ll collect you in the morning,” Lillian said. “For now, just stay there and catch some rest. Hopefully, no one finds you tomorrow before we come to get you, but if they do, be sure to remind them that they can do anything with you they want.”

And then they were gone, and the men too. The lights in the gym were shut off, and the girls rested in darkness. There was silence but for their ragged breathing. Lisa lay, her legs spread, her heart pounding. Her mind felt like it had been torn to pieces. Pain and pleasure radiated through her and she didn’t even have the energy to stand.

After a few hours, there came a creaking sound and the door to the gym was opened again. This was followed by the sound of soft footsteps. Lisa tensed. Had one of the guys doubled back for more? But no, the voice that followed was female and far more welcome than Lillian’s.

“Lisa…Stacy… my god, what did they do to you?”

It was Diana!

Lisa’s older sister was scowling, a mask of cold fury on her face. Lisa had never seen her look so enraged. Her hands were curled, balled so tight that her nails were even digging into her palms.

“David and Lillian were working together,” Diana scowled. “Of course they were. I should have expected that.”

“Diana? You shouldn’t be here…” Lisa croaked, but her sister simply helped her up, gentle hands propped her up against the wall. She blinked a few times, feeling stronger already.

“It’s okay,” Diana said. “No one else is around. I waited until the college was empty before searching for you. Those two - as well as everyone else - are well gone. Hang on, give me a moment and I’ll do something about your condition.”

There was the sound of writing and after a few seconds, Lisa felt a new strength filling her limbs. She blinked, her tiredness receding.

“The rulebook!”

“I have it here,” Diana said. “I’m sorry, I can’t make it so you aren’t slaves. I’ve tried, but someone or something else has locked me out. But other rules still work. Lisa, your nipples…”

“I know,” Lisa grimaced, the pain was still sharp and hot. “She had me pierced.”

“I’ll get rid of them-”

“No, don’t.” Lisa shook her head. “She may remember. If the rules about us being slaves are unreliable, we can’t be sure. Don’t do anything about it yet.”

“How do you feel?”

“I’m fine,” Lisa lied. She was as far from fine as it was possible to be. She was burning with shame and guilt. Not only had she caused this for herself, but also dragged Stacy into it. The feelings of the gangbang and everything that had come before it still filled her up, humiliation, defeat, and despair clawed at her mind.

“It’s all right,” Diana said, seeming to read her thoughts. “I’ll get you out of this somehow. Both of you. Lisa, Stacy, just try to hold on. You won’t remain slaves for long.”

The way she said it was full of confidence. Full of drive and strength and Lisa actually found herself believing it. Deep down, she had always looked up to her sister. Always believed that there was nothing she couldn’t do. And now Diana seemed more serious and more focused than she had ever seen her before.

“I swear,” Diana said. “I’m going to free you both and make David and Lillian pay for everything that they’ve done.”

But little did Diana or Lisa know that this too had been anticipated. Tucked away in the shadow of a treadmill, the smartphone that Lillian had earlier shown off was present. Its cold, mechanical eye bathed in the scene. Blinking softly to itself with a red light.

Recording every minute.