Diana

Diana swallowed. Her throat was dry, and she didn't know just to say. Her skin tingled, and arousal surged between her legs. A tight ball of heat sat in her gut, and the urge to touch herself was incredibly strong. Arousal and helplessness combined to hit her with something that seemed almost tailor-made to make her wet and wanting.

"I'll go," she said.

She closed her eyes, trying to gather her wits and come up with a punishment. Stacy had been clever, though she herself didn't know how just how clever. Diana knew that this was all a game to Lisa, so she felt considerably less guilt in playing by the rules. It was still weird and degrading to come up with a way to sexually punish her twin sister, though.

"How about this," she said. She turned, the cold air played against her naked body, its icy touch counterpointing the pulsing heat she felt inside. "Lisa, kneel on the floor, hands behind your back. Spread your legs so that we can all see your pussy."

Lisa looked shocked, ****, but she did as she was asked, settling herself in a kneeling position on the floor. With her hands folded behind her back, it pushed forward her chest. And with her legs spread, Diana could see her engorged labia, the glint of wetness between her lower lips.

"It's a normal day," Diana began. "You're heading to college. Naked. Because you're a ****, but you've been a **** for a while and you're sort of getting used to it by now. You meet up with Kyle outside the college, but he tells you that he has a new punishment for you that day. You're nervous and tense. You don't know what he has in store. You can see in his face that he's anxious as well. The punishment was probably handed down by the college, not chosen by him. If he refuses to carry it out, it's prove that the two of you shouldn't be master and ****."

"So he has to do it," Lisa said in a small voice. There was a hint of colour to her face, and her nipples were erect and hard. "No matter what it is."

"That's right," Diana said, "No matter what it is. "He attaches a lead to your collar, and **** you to march after him. All the while, other people look and gather. They can tell that it's time for your daily punishment and they love it. Seeing a got girl like you get humiliated turns them on. They love to watch you struggle and cum. Some of them are even people you used to know. People you once thought of as friends. But their loyalty is gone now. They just want to see you humiliated and punished."

Lisa gave a low whine under her breath, her chest rising and falling more quickly now.

"Anyway, Kyle takes you to the showers, where people wash down after practice. It's mostly empty now, but you can see that one other person is waiting for you there. It's Lillian."

Lillian. The dark-haired Gothic woman who delighted in tormenting and subjugating those under her. She was a bully and they both knew it. Diana could think of little more humiliating than ending up under her power.

"Lillian has a camera," Diana said. "And a box of toys. Worse than that, she's got something in the shower themselves. It's a wooden framework, about as tall as you are. A scaffolding. It looks firm, and there are ropes dangling from it."

"It's for me," Lisa said. It wasn't really a question.

"Yes," Diana said softly. "Kyle is angry, but he can't do anything. Lillian is going to be in charge of you punishment for today. She steps forward, and grabs you by the nipple, squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. She enjoys your pain, and also your arousal. She can see how hot and bothered you are. Before you even know it, she's touching your pussy. Forcing your lower lips aside and penetrating you. Your legs feel weak, and you can barely stand. She steers you over to the frame and backs you against it. Then she orders Kyle to tie you to it standing up. Your arms and legs are spread, so that you can't conceal yourself at all."

"Does Kyle do it?" Lisa asked, her voice was low, and there was an edge of lust and desire to it. Her body must have been throbbing for attention by now. Her pussy was wet, and drops of her arousal pooled between her legs. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were closed.

"Of course he does," Diana went on. "He doesn't want to, but he has ****. If he refuses, Lillian will do it herself. So he takes the ropes and wraps them around your wrists. Around your ankles. He loops them around your chest, just under your breasts. They feel rough against your skin, frayed and crude. All the while, Lillian continues to finger you. She makes you gasp and moan, pleasure blooming between your legs. Your back arches, and you realise that you've cum right in front of your boyfriend and master."

Lisa gave a low moan, the image was so vivid that surely she could not help but feel an echo of it?

"What happens then?"