Jason, Diana and Kyle are Called to Take Part

Lisa hung by her ankles and her wrists, the straps that bound her to the wooden frame. Her body was shaking with the aftereffects of her climax. Her legs felt numb; her chest felt hot, her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. She was gasping, her lungs struggling for air as she sought to replace that which had been driven from her in the grip of her climax. Her head was down, her eyes pressed closed. The only thing she could hear for a moment was the beating of her own heart, and her heaving breaths. The bite of the leather against her bare skin felt like an anchor, keeping her from drifting into her own world. Her lower self trembled, her legs felt infirm. Was she still dripping down there....? It felt like she was a little bit.

Her eyes pressed tightly closed, Lisa reviewed what had just happened. The suction cups still clung to her chest, reminding her with their firm grip, of the shocking current which had flowed into her body. Shaking her to the core, allowing her to experience something she never had before. She realised she had been teased and tormented, made to cum in front of the whole college. She was still pinned back, held firm by the frame, so that everyone could see her in all of her debased glory. She felt... she felt...

She wasn't sure what she felt. Part of her was absolutely mortified at the thought. As though what had happened was the worst possible thing that could have come out of it. She kept remembering the feeling of the lights on her body, the thrashing, frenzied motions of her muscles, how the climax had built and built, everyone watching her will slowly eroding. It felt like everything she had ever imagined it would and more. All of her fantasies of submission, all of her ideas and clearly drawn scenarios, it had all paled in comparison to what she had just experienced. She felt exposed, her legs and arms held firm, she felt humiliated, and she felt used.

She also loved it. That part of herself which she had fed with every dark fantasy was glorying in the whole thing. As she had climaxed, right there, right in front of the whole college, she had enjoyed it, she had felt the eyes on her body, seen the lust in the eyes of the crowd. It was more than she had ever imagined More than she had ever hoped or dreamed.

She realised she was in an absolute state. Her skin was slick with sweat. Her hair was damp with it, and stuck to her forehead. Her pussy was still dripping, staining the ground under her. She finally opened her eyes, seeing the crowd, seeing the people she had known and worked with since she had first come to the college, and seeing that they all had seen her. They had all seen her squirm, they had seen her fight, and they had seen her lose. She had orgasmed right in front of them, and she could see that many of them were looking at her differently. More predatory, as though having seen her used in this manner, they wanted to make use of her themselves.

She suppressed a grin.

By now, Stacy had returned to the stage. The blond was in little better condition than Lisa was. Her lower self was soaking as well, and she was blushing brightly, standing on her hands and knees, she was looking down at the floor. It was clear that she had climaxed once or twice as well.

"The first portion of the induction is now finished." Anya said. "As you can all see, both slaves have now climaxed at least once. For the next part of the initiation, we will need some help from the crowd."

She gestured, and one of the other members of staff handed her a list. She looked at it for a moment, and then handed it back with a nod of thanks.

"Will Jason, Kyle and Diana please approach the stage?"

Lisa jumped as she heard those words. She felt like the electricity had been turned back on, but it had not. The names of her friends! Of course, hadn't she set that in motion as well? She must have forgotten with all that had already been done. Stacy looked up as well, her eyes wide.

"Diana, Kyle and Jason." Anya said again. "This is mandatory, I am afraid. You'll need to make yourselves known. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. This is just part of the induction is all.

Slowly, reluctantly, the named students began to stand. It was Diana first, Lisa spotted her long-haired twin. Diana was clad in leather jeans, her shirt was some generic one, worn under a jacket that was half zipped. She was the first one to get to her feet, probably because she was the one who understood what was actually happening. After that, Jason rose. He looked torn, his eyes straying from the sight of the naked bodies of his friends, and yet drawn back to them as well. Kyle was the last, his face stormy, defiant. But the rulebook made it so that they did not consider this unusual, and so, they approached the stage, albeit with some trepidation.

"Thank you." Anya said, welcoming them to the stage one by one. "Now, the three of you were close to these slaves? Yes?"

Jason nodded slowly.

"Can you each give me your name, and tell me what they are to you?"

She pressed the microphone towards Jason, who blanched, his face flushed, but managed to speak.

"Um, I'm Jason... Stacy is my friend and Lisa is also the same."

"Kyle." Kyle said with a frown. "The same as Jason."

"I'm Diana." Diana said during her turn. "Stacy is my oldest friend, and Lisa is my twin sister."

"I'm glad that you used their names." Anya said. "Even though they have lost them. Usually, they would be punished for that, but in this case, I would have asked you to do so anyway. You see, this is one of the most important parts of the induction. I have taken their names from them, but I do not have the weight that you three do. I want each of you to renounce them in turn."

"Excuse me?" Kyle said. "You want us to do what? To tell them that they're not our friend anymore?"

"Exactly." Anya said, as though this were the most natural thing in the world. "And not only that...just to drive in the point, each of you will be required to interact with them sexually."

"You mean...?"

"One of you must climax." The administrator explained. "Then, you must renounce them as your friends. They must be slaves and only slaves. To drive that point in, their former friends will use their bodies, and then confirm their new position."

"That's insane!" Kyle protested. "You can't be serious!"

"I am afraid I am." Anya said. "It is important for teaching them what their new role will be. If you refuse to do so, the girls will be punished. If Diana refuses to do so, I am afraid she can be enslaved too."

Diana looked up at that, her eyes flashing towards the administrator.

"Only girls can be enslaved?" She said. "That seems...unfair."

"It is how the law is written." The admin said. "I actually agree with you, but that's how it is. Females are enslaved if they refuse to participate. Males are merely **** to watch the slaves being punished."

"I won't do it." Kyle said, his expression setting into a defiant glare. He crossed his arms, as though daring her to contradict him. "That is inhuman. I can't be part of this."

"The slaves will be punished if you do not." Anya reminded him. Kyle visibly wavered at this, but then seemed to find his strength.

"They're being punished anyway. I won't shame them on top of whatever else you're going to do to them."

"I see..." Anya said, looking at him for a moment. "One moment, please."

She moved backstage, away from where Lisa could see her. For a moment, it was only the four of them on stage, excluding the crowd anyway. Kyle looked to them, his face a mask of empathy.

"Don't worry." He whispered. "Lisa, Stacy, I'm not going to let them get away with this. Rules or not, I am not going to renounce you as my friends."

Jason nodded, almost unsure. His lust was visible in his eyes. Lisa could feel his gaze on her naked body. His arousal was clear in the shape of his pants, but he was trying hard, she had to give him that.

After another minute or two, Anya returned.

"I have checked up the rules." She said. "If you refuse to participate, I am afraid that we are authorised to enslave Diana as well."

"What?" Kyle blinked. "How the hell does that work? This has nothing to do with her!"

"She is one of the slaves' former friends." Explained Anya. "You are considered to succeed or fail as a group. Therefore, a punishment is assigned as a group as well. You and Jason are male, so you cannot be enslaved. However, if it is applied to your group, that immunity does not protect Diana. She will be enslaved if you do not comply."

"You...you bitch..." Kyle growled, balling his fists. At that moment, he almost looked like he wanted to attack her. He was squaring up, his eyes were red with fury.

"Please..." Lisa said, forcing her mouth to work. The group paused, each of them looking to her as she hung on the frame. The crowd watched intently as well, seemingly taking the whole thing as nothing more than a spot of theatre.

Lisa's heart was pounding. She knew that Kyle could get into real trouble for this refusal, he didn't realise she had set this up herself. Even if it had gone further than she had wanted, she didn't want to... could not allow him to suffer for her actions.

"Kyle..." She said. "I know this is....this is not what we wanted.... but don't allow my sister to be enslaved as well... I know you want to protect me, but you can't. I know you don't want to participate, but you have to. Trust me, it's better this way."

"Lis'." His mouth seemed dry as he looked at her. His fists clenched and unclenched in turn. He seemed helpless, trapped there on the stage. Looking from her to Stacy. He looked so confused, so hurt, so stubborn.

"Nothing you can do will get me out of this." Lisa pleaded with him. "So don't drag Diana into it. Do what you have to do. Stacy and I....we understand...."

Kyle's face twisted, he seemed to be battling with himself. He looked from one of them to the other, as though waiting for Stacy to speak. She didn't, though. She just looked down. Lisa wondered if that meant she agreed. She hoped so. She'd dragged Stacy into this without meaning to, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she did something worse to Kyle.

At last, he looked to her, gulping, his face pale.

"I understand."

Hey guys, it's me, the author again. Sorry to interrupt your reading, but I figured I might try some more reader participation. I have two questions for you guys to answer in the comments, depending on what you write, the next chapter will change.

The first question is about formatting. Do you guys prefer longer chapters, such as this one, or a series of shorter chapters posted around the same time?

Second question is about what happens next. Obviously, we're about to head into another sex scene, but who would you like to pair with who? There are three students and two slaves, so clearly, someone has to be used twice. Would you guys rather Kyle and Lisa have their moment? Or do you think the two twins should experience some rather close bonding?

Or maybe Stacy is the one who will have to put up with two people?

It's up to you, guys. If no one comments, that's fine as well, I'll just use my own best judgement. But if you want to have a say, now is the time.