The Final Piece Moves Into Place

Lisa didn’t know how know how long they were fucked after that. The guys took turns, and it seemed like every single one of them wanted to use both of the girls as many times as they could. She was fucked in the pussy, in the ass. She was made to bend over, to ride the cocks of strangers. To bounce up and down until she came and came and came.

Men came inside of her, their seed spilling from her pussy, staining her thighs and legs. She lost track of them all, lost track of everything but the constant feelings of pleasure and shame. Humiliation, the hammering knowledge that she had caused all of this.

By the time it was done, both Stacy and Lisa were an utter mess. Lying on the floor with their legs spread. Their bodies aching and their minds drowning in fog. Their pussies were soaked, throbbing clits filled their worlds with the shadow of orgasms spent, and neither of them had any ability to speak.

As a final, cruel twist, David and Lillian left them there for the night.

“We’ll collect you in the morning,” Lillian said. “For now, just stay there and catch some rest. Hopefully, no one finds you tomorrow before we come to get you, but if they do, be sure to remind them that they can do anything with you they want.”

And then they were gone, and the men too. The lights in the gym were shut off, and the girls rested in darkness. There was silence but for their ragged breathing. Lisa lay, her legs spread, her heart pounding. Her mind felt like it had been torn to pieces. Pain and pleasure radiated through her and she didn’t even have the energy to stand.

After a few hours, there came a creaking sound and the door to the gym was opened again. This was followed by the sound of soft footsteps. Lisa tensed. Had one of the guys doubled back for more? But no, the voice that followed was female and far more welcome than Lillian’s.

“Lisa…Stacy… my god, what did they do to you?”

It was Diana!

Lisa’s older sister was scowling, a mask of cold fury on her face. Lisa had never seen her look so enraged. Her hands were curled, balled so tight that her nails were even digging into her palms.

“David and Lillian were working together,” Diana scowled. “Of course they were. I should have expected that.”

“Diana? You shouldn’t be here…” Lisa croaked, but her sister simply helped her up, gentle hands propped her up against the wall. She blinked a few times, feeling stronger already.

“It’s okay,” Diana said. “No one else is around. I waited until the college was empty before searching for you. Those two - as well as everyone else - are well gone. Hang on, give me a moment and I’ll do something about your condition.”

There was the sound of writing and after a few seconds, Lisa felt a new strength filling her limbs. She blinked, her tiredness receding.

“The rulebook!”

“I have it here,” Diana said. “I’m sorry, I can’t make it so you aren’t slaves. I’ve tried, but someone or something else has locked me out. But other rules still work. Lisa, your nipples…”

“I know,” Lisa grimaced, the pain was still sharp and hot. “She had me pierced.”

“I’ll get rid of them-”

“No, don’t.” Lisa shook her head. “She may remember. If the rules about us being slaves are unreliable, we can’t be sure. Don’t do anything about it yet.”

“How do you feel?”

“I’m fine,” Lisa lied. She was as far from fine as it was possible to be. She was burning with shame and guilt. Not only had she caused this for herself, but also dragged Stacy into it. The feelings of the gangbang and everything that had come before it still filled her up, humiliation, defeat, and despair clawed at her mind.

“It’s all right,” Diana said, seeming to read her thoughts. “I’ll get you out of this somehow. Both of you. Lisa, Stacy, just try to hold on. You won’t remain slaves for long.”

The way she said it was full of confidence. Full of drive and strength and Lisa actually found herself believing it. Deep down, she had always looked up to her sister. Always believed that there was nothing she couldn’t do. And now Diana seemed more serious and more focused than she had ever seen her before.

“I swear,” Diana said. “I’m going to free you both and make David and Lillian pay for everything that they’ve done.”

But little did Diana or Lisa know that this too had been anticipated. Tucked away in the shadow of a treadmill, the smartphone that Lillian had earlier shown off was present. Its cold, mechanical eye bathed in the scene. Blinking softly to itself with a red light.

Recording every minute.