Lisa Makes the Sacrifice (Commissioned Route)

AN: This route has been commissioned by someone who wanted to see the story continue on in a different way than it originally did. I am not sure if they want their username publicly known, but if you enjoy this chapter please be sure to thank them in the comments, I guess?

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Lillian reached out one hand, trailing it across Stacy’s naked body as the blond woman tried not to squeak. The touch was almost sensual, Lillian’s fingers were soft, tracing a path downwards towards her bare chest. David watched, a stupid smile on his face, like all his fantasies were playing out before him.They probably were.

Lisa could only watch helplessly, Lilian was in full swing. Dominance and power crackled across her face and even Anya seemed to be faintly impressed by it all.

“You’re going to be mine,” Lillian spoke, her hand following the curve of Stacy’s breasts. The blond girl’s nipples were growing hard. She was blushing and shivering, her legs trembled.

Suddenly, Lillian lashed out, bringing a slap thundering down against Stacy’s chest! Stacy recoiled and Lisa tried to surge forwards, but David’s hand curled around her collar and held her in place.

“Not so fast, pet,” he growled. “She’s Lillian’s **** now and Lillian is allowed to punish her for anything or even nothing. I hope you like the sight of your little friend in tears.”

Lisa shook her head, trying desperately to find words but none would come. Lillian was holding Stacy’s collar in one hand, her other curled around the girl’s right nipple. Her fingers were closing, pinching and twisting. Stacy writhed, her face going pale. ****, ragged moans erupted from her mouth.

“L-Lillian-” She stated but Lillian gave a vicious twist and Stacy’s words became a jumbled yelp of pain.

“Mistress,” Lillian growled. “Mistress to you, ****. Never forget it. Now what is it that you wanted? Better speak fast before I get bored.”

She pressed her knee up between Stacy’s legs, grinding it against her pussy. Stacy twisted, writhing as pain and pleasure flowed through her.

“Mistress,” Stacy spoke quickly, her face flushed red, and she looked like she wanted the earth to open up under her. “Please, please, please!”

Stacy was begging for mercy, her voice was **** and low. Each time she spoke, Lillian would twist a little and Stacy’s body would shudder. She continued to work her knee against Stacy’s pussy too, grinding it back and forth as if she wanted to make the blond girl cum right here in front of them all.

Lisa wanted to turn away, but her eyes were glued to the scene. Talons of guilt tore through her, every sound Stacy made was like a slap to the face. A deep, crushing guilt had descended upon her.

Her fault.

This was her fault. She’d set this up with the rulebook! She hadn’t thought through her rules! She’d allowed this to happen and somehow it hadn’t been erased!

She’d done this just as surely as Lillian…

Inside her, something was screaming. She knew she could fix it! Make it better! Or at the very least, she could save Stacy.

But that would require sacrificing herself. Throwing herself to Lillian’s mercy, and as the black-haired girl was currently proving, she had none.

“What is it, ****?”

Lillian’s hand crashed down against Stacy’s chest again. Her breasts jiggled, the slap was ringing and strong. She yelped and cried out, her back twisted and her spine arched.

“Please!” Stacy begged. “I…I haven’t done anything to be punished! You don’t…you don’t need to do anything like this!”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

Lillian’s hand moved from Stacy’s collar, cupping her chin softly, she stared into her eyes.

“I want to. You’re my little **** now, until the day you graduate. I can do anything to you that I want. You don’t have to be bad to be punished, you stupid slut. You’re going to be punished every single day between now and then. I’m going to take you and grind you down and make you a mindless little toy. A slutty whore whose only role in life will be to service your betters.

“I’m going to show you pleasure and pain and humiliation, and I am going to make you cum in front of everyone you ever knew. By the time I’m done, you won’t even be a college ****. You’ll be below that, you’ll be the college whore, naked and wet and broken. That’s the future I’m going to give you.”

Lisa snarled, she knew she couldn’t allow that to happen! Again, she tried to surge forward. Again, David held her back.

“Lillian’s a real piece of work, isn’t she?” He said. “And to think, Lisa. It’s all because she wants to hurt you. I don’t know what you did to piss her off, but it must have been something big.”

It hadn’t been. That was the thing. The truth was that Lillian was just that spiteful. Lisa and Lillian had been enemies from the moment they met, but nothing had ever caused it. It was like the very opposite of love at first sight, a deep and total loathing that each knew the other shared.

Stacy made a low groaning sound, gasping and moaning. Lillian was still grinding her knee into her pussy. She was wet and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

“Please!” Stacy gasped again, her voice was low and quick. “Not like this! N-not in front of my friends! Please don’t make me cum like that!”

“Oh, you don’t want to, is that it?” Lillian gave a cruel little smirk. “Well, if that’s the case I am sure I can work with that. You won’t cum, though I am sure you’ll beg me to by the end. You’re not going to cum again until the day you graduate.”

Lillian lowered her knee - now soaking with Stacy’s arousal - and her cruel fingers closed around the nub of the blond girl’s clit. Stacy’s whole body grew taut, and she gave an anguished cry.

“This little nub of yours is going to be your whole life,” Lillian promised. “You’re going to feel it throbbing, pulsing, wanting. I’m going to keep you on edge. Humiliate you every day. I’m going to make it so you want to cum more than anything else in the whole world, and I’m not going to let you.”

She gave a small twist, but it was enough. Stacy’s legs gave out and Lillian stepped back to admire her handiwork. Stacy knelt on the ground, a shaking mess. Her chest rose and fell so quickly, gasping for air, her skin slick with sweat and her pussy soaking with arousal.

“Please,” she could only moan, “Please, please, please…”

“I don’t know what you’re begging for, but there’s no point to it,” Lillian said. “Your ass belongs to me. From this day forward, you’re nothing but my toy.”

“Enough!” Desperation finally gave Lisa the strength to break free of David’s grip, pressing herself forward to the centre of the room. “Lillian, leave her alone. It’s me that you’re really after.”

Lillian turned, Stacy was still a quivering mess on the floor, but for the moment, she was ignored. The dark-haired girl’s eyes swept across Lisa’s body, resting briefly on her pussy before rising to her face.

“Maybe it is,” Lillian allowed. “But what are you going to do about it? By the way, you forgot to address me properly. I hope your master is going to punish you for that.”

Lisa flinched, a punishment by David was the last thing she wanted but she pushed that thought aside right now. Her heart was hammering, her courage was floundering. She knew what she had to do, how she could save her friend.

But she knew also it would damn herself.

She closed her eyes, gathering her strength. Reminding herself that Stacy was innocent, she didn’t deserve any of this.

“I’ll be your **** if you let Stacy go,” The words were spoken fast, before she could have second thoughts. Lillian would make her suffer for them and she didn’t want to hesitate.

“No.”

Lisa recoiled as if she’d been slapped. Of all the possible answers, that had been the last one she’d expected!

“No?”

“No,” Lillian smirked, enjoying the look of confusion which danced across Lisa’s face.

“Oh, you’re right that I want you to suffer. But you’ll suffer far more if Stacy here is the one in my power. Every moan, every gasp, every moment of pain or humiliating pleasure. You’ll know it was all for you. Your little friend is going to be your shield, and that’s the very worst I could do to you, isn’t it?”

“You…you bitch.”

Lillian waved a finger.

“You know I’m going to punish Stacy for that, right? For every insult, for every barb. For every time you’ve ever annoyed me. And oh, there were so many times.”

Stacy moaned, still kneeling on the floor. Her eyes were cast downwards, realising the doom that had descended upon her. Lisa saw the hopelessness in her body language and felt a surge of strength.

She couldn’t let it go like this.

“Lillian, please. You know you want it to be me. I’ll be your ****! You can punish me three times as hard! I…I’ll even give up what little rights I do have! College Slaves aren’t allowed to be permanently harmed, but I’ll cede all my rights to you. Absolutely everything.”

She couldn’t believe what she had just said, but the words were pouring out in desperation to save her friend.

“I’ll be totally and completely in your power, just let Stacy go.”

“I am afraid that’s not possible,” Anya spoke for the first time in a while. “Both of you were chosen by the random draw so both of you are slaves. Miss Lillian could certainly choose not to punish Stacy, or perhaps even trade her with David so that you were her **** instead. But she cannot release her.”

“Hey David, would you be up for a trade?” Lillian half turned, a smile showing that she was playing yet another game.

“I don’t know,” David said. “Would you make it up to me later? You know that Lisa is way more valuable than Stacy. She’s a total looker and I’ve always wanted to put her in her place. You’re asking me to give up that chance?”

“Nah,” Lillian said. “That’s not fair at all.”

A devilish look came into her eye.

“What about cooperation instead? You can help me have fun with her and you get Stacy to yourself. That sound better?”

“A little bit,” David admitted. “You really thinking about giving her up? I thought you said you weren’t about to do it for anything.”

“I am,” Lillian said, flashing Lisa a predatory look. “But only if that **** there convinces me she really wants to be my little toy.”

So that was how it was going to be. Lillian wanted her to humiliate herself. Just another game within a game. She closed her eyes, but the quick, gasping breaths of her friend hardened her resolve.

“All right, Lisa,” Lillian spoke. “You want to be my slut so much it’s about time you showed it. Miss Anya, do you mind if we borrow your desk for a moment?”

The desk in question was sturdy and old. Made of oak and worked in an elaborate pattern. It was honestly far too expensive looking not to have a story of its own, but right then Lisa didn’t care if it was the last of its kind in the whole world.

“Go to that desk,” Lillian said. “Spread your legs and grind against it until you cum.”

Lisa’s face coloured. She imagined what that would be like, grinding her pussy against the hard, wooden desk as David and Lillian watched. She could never do that. Never!

Except that if she didn't, Stacy would be doomed. Poor, innocent Stacy. The friend who had trusted her, who she’d dragged into this with the rulebook. Guilt and shame twisted in her mind, and she looked to Anya. Hoping against hope that the principal would put a stop to this.

But she did not. She nodded slowly, stepping away from the desk to make space for Lisa.

“Of course,” Lillian said. “You don’t have to do it. But if you don’t, Stacty is going to suffer for everything that you’ve ever done to me. Every time you’ve made me mad, which we both know is a lot. And because you’re David’s **** anyway, I bet I can convince him to make you watch.”

Bitch!

“Lisa,” Stacy moaned from where she was kneeling on the ground. “You don’t… you don’t have to do it. You know I’d never want you to get hurt and if Lillian’s your master…”

Her voice trailed off. They both knew that Lisa would be in for a lot more punishment than Stacy was.

But even so, she knew that she couldn’t abandon her to her fate. She felt guilt, shame, humiliation. But in spite of it all, she had her pride and her pride would not allow her to abandon a friend.

Lisa did her best to walk towards the desk with dignity. It seemed to loom. Her pussy was already wet, and her clit felt hot. Shivers traced themselves up and down her spine. Her skin felt both cold and hot, and she heard David reaching for his phone.

“I gotta record this,” he muttered. “Girl fucks a desk. Bet that’ll get some hits from the school.”

Her face burned at that. Lillian was watching her, an evil gleaming in her eyes. Sadistic joy was on her face.

“Do it,” she growled. “And as you do, beg me to take you as my ****. Make it sound **** and real, like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted in all of your life.”

She was already naked. There was nothing to take off. No way to delay the inevitable. Lisa stood on the tips of her toes, her hands closing around the sides of the desk. The corner jutted out and she lowered herself against it, pressing her pussy upon the hard wood. It was cold, unyielding. Her toes curled, and shame burned within her like a torch.

But she couldn’t stop. She had to keep going. Eyes pressed tightly closed, she began to grind against the corner, the wooden surface rubbing her pussy, spreading her lower lips with every motion. She moaned, the sound escaping her throat despite her best efforts. Her face was red, her pulse was pounding. She wondered how utterly degraded she must look right now.

Heat swirled through her and her grip on the table got tighter and tighter. Each thrust of her body sent quicksilver bolts of pleasure spiking through her nerves. She tried to stay quiet. but it was so, so hard. Her legs were trembling now, her pussy felt tight.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, why did it feel so good?

Her motions grew faster, and David laughed.

“Looks like she’s really getting into it, wouldn’t you say, Lillian?”

“I always knew she was a slut,” Lillian said. “But to get off using a table in front of her new master? She was born to be a ****.”

Why? Why couldn’t she stop? It wasn’t just because of Stacy anymore. Emotions and feelings roared through her, her body was throbbing. It felt so good! She tried to focus and to think through it, but it was so hard!

Lisa was gasping, and with each thrust her body twisted. Her spine had arched back as far as it could go, her grip on the table was so very tight! She was soaking, her pussy was pulsating with pleasure, wave after wave of it crashed through her. The hardened edge of the table was bringing her to an orgasm that she couldn’t avoid!

“Fuck,” David’s voice was deeper now, arousal dancing in his tones. “I’ve never seen her look this excited before. She really is into it.”

“Looks like someone had a fetish all along,” Lillian laughed. “Is this what you wanted, Lisa? You wanted to be used, to be made into a ****? To tease and toy with yourself for your mistress?”

Lisa shook her head, little needles of ecstasy and mortification pinning her very soul. Her legs were shaking, her body trembling. She was standing on top toe, grinding against a table for the amusement of her enemies.

How could she have fallen so far?

She still needed to fall farther too. She still needed to beg.

“A-ah,” she moaned, the pleasure rushing through her. Rising through her body, making her toes curl and her heart dance. “P-please Lillian! Please, please, please, please!”

She hated how she sounded. So weak, so beaten and **** and full of need. Was that really her right now? But she had to keep going for Stacy.

“Please make me your ****!” A spasm of pleasure rippled through her body and she loosed a keening moan. “Fuck! Ahhh! I-I want you to be my mistress! I want you to punish me!”

It was even worse because she knew that David was recording it. Her words were being saved, and she doubted that this was the last time she’d hear them.

“You’re just a little slut, aren’t you, Lisa?”

“Y-yes!” Lisa squeaked, her body flaring and her chest pounding. “I-I am!”

“Say it!” Lillian snapped. “Say the words.”

“I…I’m a little slut! Fuck! I’m a little slut, Lillian! M-mistress! I’m a little slut who is fucking herself with a table because she’s **** to be punished by you! To be owned by you!”

Each word was a whip of fire against her soul. She almost couldn’t believe she was saying it even for Stacy. It was so horrible, degrading herself and casting herself as some sort of toy. But Lillian would accept nothing else, and Lisa refused to let her friend suffer for something she had caused.

It’s for Stacy, she reminded herself. I have to protect her.

There was an orgasm boiling between her legs. Growing stronger and stronger. She was squeaking, groaning, grinding desperately against the table. Her heart was hammering.

“Please!” She gasped. “Lillian! David! Swap me with Stacy! Please, please, please!”

“Hmmm,” Lillian’s voice was cruel and cold. “I’m not convinced just yet. Why don’t you tell me that you’re a little slut who wants to be punished? Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it!”

Lisa’s voice was strained and high, her body was throbbing. The climax growing stronger and stronger. There were tears in her eyes and humiliation filled her mind. She promised herself that she wasn’t going to break, that she was far stronger than this.

“I love being punished!” The words tore free of her, each one an effort. “I…I want to be your punished slut. Your toy and ****! Please, Lillian, take me and use me as your college sex ****! Make my life a living hell! Just save Stacy! I’m begging you!”

Lisa tried to speak, to beg, to say more but before she could, the orgasm hit. Her eyes pressed closed and she cried out, ecstasy pounding through her body, snatching away her words, her air and even her thoughts. The table felt so good! She was cumming so hard, the moaning cries she made were almost feral as she slowly sank to her knees.

“Well, what a sight,” David’s laughter rained down upon her like boiling water. “Lisa, the tomboy of the college. The laughing, smiling tease who was always too good for us guys. And what’s this? She just humped a table to orgasm, begging to be Lillian’s **** all the while.”

He chuckled, pocketing his phone.

“Gonna have a lot of fun spreading that one around. I think I’ll start with all your friends, maybe even your sister. How does that sound?”

Lisa shook her head silently, the wetness of her arousal was trailing down her thighs. She didn’t look up, didn’t meet Stacy’s eyes. She didn’t want to know her best friend had just watched her cum like that.

“What do you think, Lillian?” David turned to the dark-haired girl. “Was that impressive enough for you to take her as your ****? Or is she stuck with me? I gotta admit, after that performance, part of me wants to keep her to myself.”

“I didn’t realise she was such a little slut,” Lillian delivered a verbal slap that made Lisa flinch. “I’m sure this is exactly what she wants to hear. She did seem to love being punished, but I am a woman of my word. You can have Stacy and I’ll take Lisa.”

Lillian stalked forward, her fingers closing around Lisa’s chin and forcing the young woman to look up and meet her gaze. She saw nothing good there. Predatory, delighted, full of lust and satisfaction.

“You think what you just did was humiliating?” Lillian whispered so only the two of them could hear. “It’s nothing, nothing, compared to what I am going to have you doing soon.”

She let Lisa go and spun, turning to Anya.

“The swap is official, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Anya said. “I’ll note it down in the records. David, you own the **** who used to be Stacy and Lillian, you own the **** who used to be Lisa. The two of you can use their original names if you like, but please do remember that anyone else doing so is going to be punished. In a minor way at first, or in a major way if they keep doing it or the violation is severe. Up to becoming a **** themselves if they are female.”

“I see,” Lillian said. There was a strange tone to her voice, and David turned to look at her.

“Thinking something?”

“Maybe. But not yet. Let’s not get greedy. We should enjoy what we have before looking for more.”

“I suppose that’s true,” David agreed. “What are you going to do with her now you have her?”

“That’s a stupid question. The answer is obvious. Anything I want.”