Diana's Turn

Lisa staggered a bit as she pulled herself to her feet. Her legs and calves ached after the work-out, but as she slipped, Stacy reached out to steady her. The other woman supporting her with one arm until she was able to walk again. Lisa gasped, nodding thankfully to her friend as she worked the aches and pains out of her legs. Her chest was rising and falling in a rapid tandem, and her pussy was a confused mixture of aroused and relieved. She was relieved in a sense that she had not been made to climax in front of her twin and best friend, but on the other hand, the denial of that climax also hurt a little. She could feel it bubbling up inside of her, like a rushing river that had suddenly been dammed. The rejection of her climax sent cold wave radiating through her lower body, and made her womanhood ache with emptiness.

"Are you okay, Lis' ?" Stacy asked. Her cheeks were coloured slightly red, and she was doing her best to look anywhere but at Lisa's chest or between her legs. Lisa was already starting to get used to her nudity due to the time spent with Kyle at the college, but for Stacy it was all so new and seemed to remind her of her own state of undress.

"I'm fine," Lisa said with a smile. Her legs still felt a bit shaky, but she managed to hold her own weight well enough. She tried to act naturally, but her breath hitched in her throat. She wondered if the others would see how wet she was. She hoped not, but also secretly hoped that they would.

"Who's next?" Came the voice from the speakers in the roof. "I am sure that Lisa wants a break after that, so it's only fair for one of you two to step up."

Stacy glared up into the sky, as if she could track the location of the speaker by willpower alone. After a moment, however, her gaze fell back to the group. She looked nervous, her eyes straying from Lisa to Diana and then back to Lisa. She was trying very hard only to look at their faces, but her eyes flickered down, just for a moment, and the blood rushed to her cheeks.

"I'll go next," Diana announced. Her voice was measured, controlled as ever. The legendary willpower and stubbornness that was associated with her was still there in spades. Even stripped naked, she stood haughty and proud. Lisa felt a surge of warmth for her sister, a fierce pride in her twin that she had not really thought about before.

"You sure?" Stacy asked, turning her eyes on Diana.

"Are you ready to go?"

Stacy flushed red and shook her head slightly, unable to speak.

"Then I'll go next. It's not like we really have much of a choice now, is it?"

"This is terrible," Stacy murmured softly. "Is this how it is every day for you, Lisa?"

"A little bit, yet." Lisa nodded her head, feeling strangely embarrassed to admit that. "Um, it's usually better when Kyle is here and all...he's not so bad, even if it's still kind of humiliating to have those sorts of things done to you. But this is just how it is for a ****, you know?"

Lisa shook her head, trying to add some light to the situation.

"But really, it's not all bad, Stacy. I mean, if you go through college as a sex **** and graduate, you can get a high paying job as the work **** for an office or something else. I hear some politicians even hire their own slaves. The money is supposed to be really good."

"Maybe..." Stacy pursed her lips. "But is it really worth living life like this? Would you honestly make yourself the sex toy of some office somewhere? Where people can do whatever they want to you for stress relief? Or would you want to be one of some asshole politician's harem? Getting paid to be abused or handed out to his friends? There's no money in the world that's worth that."

"I suppose so..." Lisa said slowly. "Some people might enjoy that sort of thing, though. I mean, being a **** isn't totally terrible. You have off days once you're not a college **** anymore, and you do get quite a lot of money."

"It's not worth your dignity," Stacy said. "It's really not."

Lisa shrugged. There was no point in trying to explain that she actually enjoyed the shame and humiliation. She could see that Stacy was dead set against the whole thing.... which was only right and logical, of course. She didn't know that Lisa had a magic rulebook that allowed her to make sure that the only people who became slaves were those who genuinely enjoyed it. And also to ensure that no one was abused in a way that they didn't desire. Not knowing those factors, the whole situation did seem pretty horrifying if you thought about it.

"Let's go," Diana said before they could start to debate it again. "There's still two more tasks to do."

The path of lights flickered on again, this time leading them away from the main floor and into a smaller section of cubicles. They looked like dressing rooms, but it was clear that this was not their intended goal. Diana led, Lisa followed and Stacy took up the rear. The three of them each locked in their own thoughts. Finally, the path terminated inside a large cubicle. It was a wide square, with a circular depression near the centre. The circle was large enough for a single woman to kneel down inside. And indeed, that did seem to be the point. There was a set of shackles set into the floor which would lock around your ankles, holding you in a kneeling position with your legs slightly spread. Slightly in front of those, there was a deeper depression about the size of a finger. Lisa didn't have to think hard to realise that it would be positioned right between a ****'s spread legs. There was another machine too, which was about as tall as a kneeling person. It was blocky, with a large plastic phallus at about head height. She only had to see it for a few seconds for it to click.

"It's a blowjob machine." Diana said flatly. "Or rather, a machine for you to give blowjobs to. How is this exercise again?"

The voice came back.

"A ****'s ability to pleasure her master is extremely important for her overall performance! Just as we have to keep your body in shape to ensure that you remain desirable, we also have to polish and refine the skills that your owner will come to appreciate."

"I see." Diana said. "And if we're owned by a woman?"

"Diana!" Stacy looked horrified that this was what she had chosen to take issue with instead of the general ''Blowjob training machine'' situation.

"It's a legitimate question," Diana said. "Not every **** is going to be straight, nor is every master. This would be extremely pointless if one of us belonged to a woman."

"Well," said the voice. "The **** only gym is rather new, I am afraid. We don't yet have any equipment to simulate oral sex with a woman. However, if, you really think that it will be important to your training, you do have some partners to practice with."

"What, you mean each other?" Stacy asked. "No way..."

"If female oral pleasure is a goal for you, having you eat each other out would be a way to practice that," said the voice. Lisa could already tell that whoever it belonged to was gloating. Enjoying their petty power. "The twins first, of course, because I am sure we could record that and make some money. We could have blondie there sit and finger herself while she watches her best friends eat each other out. Then, whoever gives the other the best orgasm can turn their attention to her."

"There's no way we'd ever do that!" Stacy protested.

"The shock collars that you are wearing suggest differently," said the voice. "As a reminder, while you are here, you are obligated to obey any and all orders given to you by a member of staff as if they were your master. Failure to do so is grounds for punishment."

Stacy said nothing. Her face had gone pale.

"Enough." Diana said. "I was merely commenting on a possibility. This machine will do for my exercise. Tell me, what's the catch?"

"The catch?"

"I am sure there is a catch. These machines are meant to humiliate. ****. You would not have a machine for practising oral sex unless there was something else to it as well."

"Ah, well. Now you mention it, there is some added functionality. Please take your position and I will be sure to show it to you."