The Third Challenge

For a long moment after they were done, no one said anything. The room was tense with things that they very carefully did not say. Stacy was blushing, looking away from Lisa who was quite shaken herself. She could feel the collar clamping around her throat, but for once even that seemed to fade into the background for her. The heat was rushing to her own cheeks as well, and she looked everywhere except at her friend. Now that the rush of lust was draining away, what they had done became more and more clear to her.

I just finger fucked Stacy into cumming. Holy shit. And as for Stacy, she just made me orgasm as well.

Stacy looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there, yet the beads of her arousal stripped dappled her thighs. The two women stepped back, awkwardly disentangling themselves.

"Ooh boy," Stacy said to herself. "Um, don't take this the wrong way, but I can't believe we just did that. I mean, I never thought... I didn't want..."

She ran out of things to say. Lisa just nodded mutely, trying to figure out her own feelings as well.

"Did...did you enjoy it? What we did?"

Stacy's face became even redder, but she managed to nod, hiding her eyes behind her fringe of blond hair.

"It felt really good..." She admitted. "I never thought it would. Doing it with another girl, I mean. T-this is what being a **** is like right? You do stuff like this all the time?"

"Yeah," Lisa said. "All the time. With guys and girls."

"That sounds so terrible," Stacy said. Yet Lisa noted that there was a part of the sentence which went unsaid. A hidden ''but'' that she didn't seem able to say. Was she interested in it now? It was hard to tell, but Lisa would have to pay closer attention to her. Figure out what she was thinking.

There was a click, and Diana rose to her feet. Lisa turned, finding that her twin was absolutely soaking down there. Unlike Lisa or Stacy, Diana had not been allowed to climax even as she pleasured the machine with her tongue. The field of static had simply teased her, driving her into a higher and higher state of arousal until she could barely stand it. Even now, her pussy was dripping, and her legs shook with the effort of supporting her weight.

"That was a real show!" The voice from above came back, sounding positively giddy now.

"Are you happy?" Stacy scowled upwards. "You saw what you wanted, didn't you?"

"It was better than I'd hoped! We're going to show this video to so many people!"

"Yeah, well...whatever." Stacy folded her arms under her breasts. "Nothing we say is going to change that, so just show us to the next area. There's still one more exercise left, isn't there?"

The man did not reply, but the floor lit up again, and once more, the three women followed it. This time, it took them all the way to the edge of the room where a locked door slid open for them. Exchanging wary looks, the three pushed through. On the other side, there was a smaller room, though still with plenty of space. It was mostly bare. The door closed behind them with a click. of was locked, of course. Lisa noted that there was a door on the other side of the room as well, and a machine of the same sort that she had seen when she first came here. One made to measure and record their splayed womanhoods. She felt however that it was not as simple as just using it.

"This challenge was originally for the blond one, Stacy." The voice said. "But since you all got in on that last challenge, we decided to make it for all three of you. So far, we've trained two of the most important things that a **** can possess. Fitness, and the ability to pleasure their master or mistress. For the third thing, we've decided to test your submissiveness. Here is how it is going to work: There are three of you here, and two of you are going to be punished. The punishment is going to be decided by the one of you who is not suffering it."

"We're going to be punished?" Stacy asked with wide eyes.

"A **** is going to be punished in her life at some point. Best to get used to it. How do we decide who is not going to be punished? Simple. The one of you who scans her pussy on that machine will be the mistress for this game. However, do not think that such will be easy. The role of the mistress is to punish both of her pets. If the mistress does not choose fitting punishments, then she herself will be punished. How to decide who gets to be mistress? We leave that to you."

"What do we do?" Stacy asked, gazing at the machine. It looked like the one above, a half-pillar which came up to your waist, with a platform below it and a half-scaffolding to hold onto as you hoisted yourself up over it. There was a screen set into the wall nearby, and a black scanner set atop the cylinder. With some effort, a woman could hoist herself up, and then use one hand to spread her lower lips before pressing her pussy into the scanner. Even the way to become mistress was degrading.

"We need to decide how we're going to handle this," Diana said. She sat down, curling her legs under her. Her pussy still glinted with moist desire. "It's a trap, you see? The easiest thing for the mistress to do is to punish the two others. But, if the mistress herself accepts punishment, then the other two are spared. A mind game."

"That's nasty," Stacy said, looking towards the machine.

"I'll do it," Stacy said. "Be mistress and accept the punishment. After all, I'm already a ****, and I am used to this sort of thing. It's only fair that I take the punishment for this. You two are just here to help."

Stacy shook her head.

"That's not fair!" She said.

"Fair or not, it is logical." Diana mused. "If only one of us has to be punished, Lisa isn't exactly wrong with her priorities. One person is better than two, right?"

"Yeah, but I bet that if the mistress refuses to punish anyone, then she gets punished even harder than we would!"

"That does sound likely," Diana nodded.

"Then it's better for one of us to punish the others," Stacy looked like she didn't like where the chain of logic was going. "But the punishment has to be real. And the question becomes who gets to be the mistress?"

They each looked at one another. The obvious thought was that whoever was the mistress would not be punished at all. Lisa's heart was beating faster at the thought, she was already determined that whoever ended up being the mistress, it would not be her. And since she knew that Diana shared her sort of kink, she knew that any punishment would be much easier on her sister as well.

Which meant...

"I think you should be the mistress, Stacy." Diana said.

"What, me?"

"That's right," Lisa nodded. "You're the one who got dragged into this because of me. It's you or Diana, and I think Diana can handle being punished better. Um, no offence."

"That is the weirdest thing anyone has ever asked me not to take offence at," Stacy giggled. But she quickly became serious again, looking from one of them to the other. "The two of you are sure about that? That you want me to...punish you?"

Lisa closed her eyes, searching her feelings for but a moment.

"Yes." She said at last. "But remember, it has to be a real punishment. You have to figure out something for us both, and it has to be degrading."