Lisa's Turn to be Humiliated in Front of the College.

As Stacy crawled, half of the crowd started to watch her, almost transfixed by the sight. Lisa too could not tear her eyes away, she almost couldn't believe that it was happening. She'd never expected it, nor ever wanted it to be so, but now due to her actions, it was happening. She felt a swirling storm of mixed emotions. Empathy, regret, excitement, sympathy, rising arousal at the sight and the possibilities of her own fate. They all mixed together, storming in her gut into a nest of butterflies until she felt like her head was spinning.

Anya turned back to Lisa. Her eyes flickering over the body of the dark-haired twin. Lisa shivered, feeling for a moment like she was being appraised, as though she were simply some slab of meat. She shivered, secretly enjoying it even as she felt the demeaning sense of her new situation. Many of the crowd were looking at poor Stacy, but many of them were also still looking at her own naked body. it gave her a bit of an rush to feel that she was desirable enough that they would choose to watch her over her friend, even though that also carried a lot of guilt with it as well.

Anya ordered her to stand with her back against the wooden frame. The wood was polished smooth, so that it didn't cling to her skin as she backed into it, but it felt cold against her naked body. Several more of the teaching staff emerged from behind the stage, and she felt their hands on her. Lisa bit her teeth to keep from jumping in surprise, their hands felt sharp and cold against her sides, fingers tracing across her body in a way that had to be intentional. She gasped, then flushed as she realised that everyone was watching her. She felt her arms taken from behind and guided into position on the wooden frame that was connected to the wheel. Leather straps were quickly secured around her wrists - she felt them bite in good and tight - and a moment after that, her ankles were tethered as well. Lisa struggled for a moment, just to see if she could escape, but she couldn't. Her limbs were now each connected to a wooden plank, and, to make it worse, she could see now that the planks could be rotated and set in different positions. One of the teachers did this now, slowly widening them so that Lisa soon found her legs stretched widely, and her arms spread. From this position, she was afforded no privacy at all, she realised with a rush of feeling that she had no motion at all she could use, her legs and arms were securely bound. She couldn't pull free, nor position herself in the slightest.

"Next." Anya said. "We will focus on this ****, the one who was once Lisa. Now, this one, I suspect, is going to be a lot more submissive than the other. Our blond **** is defiant, but our black haired **** here does not seem to have the same ****. We shall see if she is truly made for this role or not."

"I-I'm not a slut." Lisa said, before the words could even properly filter to her. "I don't enjoy this."

Anya looked at her for a moment, and Lisa realised with a jolt that she had forgotten something important.

"Miss!" She added quickly. "I'm not a slut miss! R-really!"

"We will see." Anya said. "By the end of this assembly, both yourself, and all of your classmates will know if you really are a slut or not. Now, let me see... you forgot my title, so some punishment is going to be called for. Ah yes, I think I know just the thing."

She gestured and one of the teachers brought forth a metal box about the size of a laptop. It had a row of buttons set into it, and a small screen. At first, Lisa didn't know what it was, but then she saw the connections leading from the back of it, of which two were currently plugged in. Those plugs connected to long wires, which were themselves connected to two suction cups. She puzzled for a moment over what this could be, mentally flitting through her collection of remembered erotic scenarios, both from visual and written origin. Then, her eyes snapped open.

"You can't seriously...?"

Anya smiled at her. The sickening smile of someone who honestly thought that she was helping. She stepped towards the wooden frame, moving slowly closer. Lisa felt her breath catch in her throat as Anya approached. She tried to get loose, but the bindings held her tightly, and the best she could do was to show off her body in the attempt. Someone in the crowd loosed a cat call, and it made her freeze. Lisa felt Anya's hand slowly cup her chin, her fingers stroking over her lower face. The touch of the older woman was gentle, sympathetic, but utterly unrelenting. Lisa shivered at the contact, and then shivered even more as Anya's hand traced a slow descent across her body. Her fingers leaving a trembling wake as they crossed down, gently stroking her neck, her shoulder, making her side tingle as they swept passed. They got about halfway down her body, and then they curved, tracing a course onto her abdomen, and cutting slowly upwards towards her chest.

"Good skin." Anya said to the crowd. "A firm body on this one. Whoever ends up as her master will be doing very well for themselves. You can see that her body structure is lithe, yes? She is neither thick nor thin, but somewhere between. And her breasts are modest, but serviceable."

Lisa said nothing, but her left breast tingled with desire and lust as she felt Anya sweeping towards it. She almost jumped as she felt the older woman's hand sweeping up the side of her chest. Her breasts felt hot, arousal and desire mixing inside her. Anya stroked her nipple slowly, deliberately, using long, measured motions. Lisa bit her tongue to keep from moaning, turning her head aside, straining her body to try and resist, but ultimately, she could do no such thing. Her nipple grow engorged, and just as it did, she felt a strange pressure on it, Anya had pressed the suction cup into her nipple, and after a moment of adjustment, Lisa felt it eagerly cling to her. Like a small mouth sucking at her breast, only without relenting at all. Her legs twitched at the strange feeling, but that was soon doubled when Anya repeated the process for her other breast. Then, with both suction cups attached, she stepped back, moving towards the podium where the box had been set.

"As you can all now see, the **** is wired up." Anya said. "This device that I have will, upon my command, send an electrical current through the wires to her breasts. Since she is unused to such treatment, even a low power current will probably be quite unpleasant for her. Now, this is perfectly safe so long as it is done in moderation. Indeed, some women genuinely enjoy it. We will see if this **** is such a woman in a moment. I am doing this because of the fact that the future master of this **** is somewhere in the crowd, even though you have not been chosen yet. I am demonstrating a means of punishment. Please remember, the college will supply you with anything you need to discipline your ****. Now, that said, we begin..."

Lisa tensed as she saw Anya turn back to the box. The older woman started to flick switches, and a power gauge appeared on the screen. The box began to hum ominously, and Lisa was suddenly much more aware of her chest in general. The weight of the wires, and the pull on her nipples which kept them connected. She looked out across the crowd, realising just how many of them were now looking at her eagerly. She cast her gaze back towards where she had been sitting herself, wondering what her friends thought of her now.

Diana was sitting with a somewhat awkward expression on her face. Her long hair was blocking much of her features, but she seemed to be sort of embarrassed, the way one is when a close relative starts to talk about sex, which of course, was merely the first level compared to what Lisa had set in motion. However, there was more to it than just that, Lisa could sense something else under her sister's exterior. Diana and Lisa shared much, including their kinks at times. Now she wondered did her sister secretly wish that it was her here before the crowd?

Kyle was frowning, looking almost anywhere but up at here. He looked angry, furious even. It actually made her appreciate him a lot more to know just how deeply he cared, that even with the rulebook making everything legit, and assuring him that this was not only acceptable, but expected, that he still found it in him to be enraged in this way. As though even though he did not know why it was wrong, he knew that it was. It was almost cute, and she vowed that once this was all over with, she would make a move on him.

Next, there was Jason. The muscular man didn't seem to know whether to pay attention to her or to Stacy. He kept shifting between them both, his eyes were full of concern, but he also seemed to be having trouble containing his lust. His pants looked tight, and as much as he was clearly destressed at his own reactions, he was currently seeing the naked bodies of two of his oldest female friends for the first time. Lisa wondered if he had fantasised about them, and if he had, what those fantasies had entailed.

Lisa ran out of time to think a moment later, as Anya pressed the final button, and lightning arched from the device, was caught by the wires, channelled up through them and into her body. She yelped, jerking back in shock and pain. It felt as though the suction cups had grown red hot for a moment, teasing her poor breasts with a momentary blast of confusing pain. Almost as soon as it had started, it was done with, but the heat didn't fade so quickly. It seemed to arch down through her chest and into her body, fading only after a moment or two.

Lisa gasped for air, shock stealing her voice away for a moment.

"As you can all see." Anya said. "The punishment is effective. The **** is in shock. She has never felt anything like this before. Electro-play is something of an acquired taste. You can see the electrodes connect to her nipples, but she is actually feeling it more deeply than that. The current arcs through her body, playing with nerve endings all across her chest, and moving deeper as well. To feel it for the first time is, to pardon the pun, shocking. Now, we will see if it is effective."

She turned back towards Lisa, one hand hovering over the dial of the device.

"****, before you said that you were not a slut. Is that still your answer?"

Lisa looked up at her through the fringe of her hair. Her body was shaking slightly, and she could still feel the fading shock of the wires. Nonetheless, she met Anya's gaze, and nodded.

"Very well." Anya pressed the button again, and Lisa threw her head back, her body spasmed. The current flowing through the wires again jolted and teased her nipples, making her cry out in a way that was unmistakably erotic. She threw her head back, her mouth wide open, the current seething through her body, leaping from her breasts to her muscles, playing havoc with her self control. Her nipples felt as though they were being heated slowly, somehow it wasn't painful, not exactly. But the jolt was powerful, and the lightning danced and crackled through her body, making her shake and shiver for the whole crowd. Part of her noted how it was making her show off her body, writhing like some erotic sex ****, showing off how her breasts bounced, most of her didn't care. Her mouth was still wide open, she was gasping, she was moaning, the feelings surging through her were so intense that it was as though the rest of the world had stopped existing.

Anya pressed another button and the torment ended. Lisa hung there for a moment, suspended by her bindings. Her body was now slicked in sweat, her chest visibly heaving. She realised a string of drool had worked its way out of her mouth, and her hair was all messed up from the jerky motions of her writhing. Her arms and legs were shaking. Slowly, she **** herself to breath, to get herself back under control.

"As you can see." Anya said to the crowd. "This is very effective. The **** was defiant, but now she is being pushed to her very limits. Her willpower may be strong, but her body can only take so much. It's important to understand these boundaries, if you become her master. You are allowed to punish her, and even to cause her pain and humiliation. However, she is still a human being to some extent, and therefore, you must know exactly how much is too much. Therefore, we will ask the question again."

She turned back to Lisa, who was now finished collecting herself.

"Are you a slut?"

"N-no." Lisa growled. "I-I'm not."

"Very well." Anya said. She gestured, and a member of staff came forwards with another cord. This, she connected to the back of the box as well, testing it for a moment before nodding in approval.

"What're you...?" Lisa froze as she realised where this cord was going. Swiftly, she shook her head. "Please don't do that. Not in front of everyone. Anything but that."

"That depends." Anya said. "Do you want to answer the question properly?"

Lisa bite her lower lip, her heart pounded. Arousal surged through her, lust rising in her body at the same time as fear and trepidation. She felt a dozen things at once, not knowing how to untangle them, or if she even wanted to. Submission, defiance, stubbornness, enjoyment, mortification, and so many more.

Slowly, she shook her head, both loving and hating the fact that she knew what this would bring.

"As you wish." Anya said. She moved towards Lisa again, wire in hand. When she was close enough, she dropped to her knees, Lisa pressing her eyes tightly shut as she felt Anya's probing hands at her pussy. She hated the fact that the other woman could instantly tell her aroused she was, she knew she was soaking down there. Hell, half of the college had to know it. It wasn't like she could even really hide it. Her lower self was engorged, her pussy was sopping, and even the slightest touch against it was an agony of desire. She felt Anya slowly pressing her lips apart, peeling them back so she could get a better look at Lisa's most personal place. The black-haired girl had never felt so helpless as she did in that moment, her hands and feet bound, her breasts connected to wires, and now, the college administrator kneeling before her legs right in front of every student that attended the college.

Lisa fought back the urge to moan as she felt Anya's hands slowly brushing through her folds. Tracing her inner body, seeking something, seeking the one thing they both knew she would eventually find. With a faint sound of accomplishment, Anya nodded to herself, her fingers circling Lisa's clit. The **** groaned, and then moaned as Anya gently applied pressure, rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger in a way which made Lisa's legs go numb. Then, she felt the suction cup applied to that as well, and a moment later, grip it tightly. That feeling was utterly alien to her, she had never before felt something like that applied to her clit. The cup gripped it tightly, exerting constant pressure on it that made her squirm in her bindings.

Confident that the sucker would hold, Anya stood back, moving to the device once more. Lisa braced herself, trying to ready her body for the surge that was to come, but when it did come, she realised that her preparation had been worthless. The current stabbed into her clit, she went stiff with the shock, her head curled back, her toes clenched, and her fingers balled. Her mouth opened wide in a silent moan as her breasts and clit were bombarded all at once. It was a motion that was both sudden and slow, like she had been stabbed somehow down there, and yet without harm. It was a sense of sudden, surging heat which flowed through her pussy. An agony of pleasure which crackled through her muscles, made her spasm, made her body twitched and writhe.

The current flowed through her, making her twitch, making her jump and dance. Half of it was her muscles acting up under the current, half of it the sheer feeling that was now bombarding her. She felt as though lightning danced between every nerve ending in her body. She felt as though she were being filled with electricity directly. Her pussy and breasts screamed in equal parts pleasure and pain. She felt something hot and tight in her chest, and realised that she was nearing a climax. She opened her mouth, but words escaped her. She was simply caught in the moment, raptured by the feeling of the current that was spearing into her body. She shivered, and twisted, her body writhed and danced, her head moved back and forth, side to side, and everyone could see her naked form now. No one could possibly mistake the signs of her growing arousal. Her pussy was leaking onto the floor, and across her thigh, her lower lips had parted, she was gasping and moaning, even as she tried to resist.

Finally, she came and came hard. The explosive climax roared through her body, powered by the electro-stimulation, it was more than she had ever experienced before. her moans grew louder and louder as the feeling washed over her. Building in her clit and her nipples, overwhelming her senses with a dull roar. She felt a furious heat flash through her body, her pussy surging with pleasure, the constant flow of the current never stopping even for a moment. She felt that tightness in her gut descending down between her legs, and then starting to flow outwards. She tried to resist, but how could she? She could not press her legs together, and she could not even control her own muscles with the current flowing through her. The river of pleasure grew in **** and desire as it travelled through her body, making her arch her back, her eyes wide with shock at the sheer scope of the feeling.

Before she knew it; before she could even really truly resist, Lisa had cum right in front of the whole college. She felt the explosive ****, the shockwaves of delight that it sent shivering through her body. More than that, however, she realised that she had squirted, explosively demonstrating to everyone beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had indeed climaxed.

A moment later, the electricity shut off. Lisa gasped thankfully, her body shuddering, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she tried to recover. She felt numb, but also mortified. Horrified that she had squirted right in front of everyone. She had never done that before, but then, she had never been stimulated like that before either. She was shaking, her legs were weak and numb, her arms were barely under her control. If she wasn't tied to the wooden frame, she would have collapsed.

"There." Anya said. "I think that demonstrates my point, yes? I know that many of you in the audience are thinking that this is cruel, but believe me, it's for her own good. Transitioning from student to **** is very hard, and she needs to understand her place if she is going to thrive in her new role. Therefore, I ask all of you to help me do this. Tell me, students, what is she?"

There was a long silence that seemed to last for an eternity. Lisa managed to raise her head, groggily fighting to gain control of her body. She looked out into the crowd, waiting for the inevitable.

"A slut." Someone said. "She came right in front of us. What else could she be?"

Several more people agreed loudly, calling the name and chanting it at her. Lisa lowered her head as she felt and heard the call echoing from her classmates.

"Good." Anya said. "Very good. Now, ****, I know this is painful for you now, but it will help you in the long run."