Lisa's New Life

Lisa was pierced for a second time shortly after the gym. She had thought that just maybe Lillian would be content with piercing her nipples, but she soon learned that was not to be the case.

“The nipple piercings were just for fun,” Lillian said. “The others need a bit of an expert hand. I wouldn’t want to cause you too much damage, you know. Then you might miss out on the fun of everything else we’ll do.”

Lisa tried to pretend those words hadn’t rattled her, tried to put it out of her mind. But sure enough, after college one day, she found herself collared and taken to the tattoo and piercing parlour. There, in front of everyone else, Lillian ordered her to strip naked and present her pussy to the receptionist.

“I need this pierced,” Lillian said, tracing one finger along the outline of Lisa’s clit. Lisa wanted to scream, her face was red. People gathered around, but as soon as they realised her position, it was as if a switch had been flipped in their heads, she was a college sex ****, so this was okay. They could gawk and stare and comment on her body. It was all okay.

“A clit piercing?” Spoke the receptionist. “Those are hard to do, you know. You need someone who knows their way about the body.”

“Why do you think I came to you? Can you do it?”

“Of course I can.”

And they did too. Lisa was **** to sit in the chair, her legs spread, cuffs around her ankles as the strange woman bent over her pussy. She was probed and touched and teased until she wanted to cry out. The stranger stroked her clit, her motions were soft, slow and agonising. Her legs were trembling, she was so wet.

Lillian didn’t even allow her to have it done in private. The crowd watched, people were taking photos. It was the most humiliating moment of her life so far. But when the needle kissed her, she felt only pain, a ragged gasp tearing from her throat as the hood of her clitoris was run through. She cried out, the feeling sharp and red. Even the piercing that Lillian had done to her breasts before could not compare.

But Lisa’s fate was not as bad as Stacy’s. David and Lillian were cooperating now. Where Lisa had only one new piercing, Stacy got two. One for the hood of her clitoris and one for the clitoris itself. Lisa could only watch in horror, guilt sweeping her as Stacy squirmed and gasped and in the end, even begged desperately. There were tears in her eyes, but Lillian did not relent.

She groaned as she was pierced, the two needles stabbing into her, the one which tore through her hood was intense. The one that stabbed her clit itself? It was probably beyond description. Lisa was **** to witness it. Lillian made her. Made her watch every squirming gasp, every begging word, every instant of defeat and shame as Stacy was marked for life.

“Remember,” Lillian told her. “This is all your fault, slut. You could have saved her if you’d tried harder. If you’d come up with something else. But you couldn’t, and now she’s suffering with you.”

“Why?” Lisa gasped, her own clit was throbbing painfully. The cold weight of her new piercing was heavy against her skin. “Why two piercings Why her?”

“Instead of you, you mean? Because Lisa, it’ll hurt you far more to know that no matter how much you want to shield Stacy, you can’t. Because of you, she’s going to suffer, and it’ll always be just that little bit more than you. She’s going to be the lowest, the most pathetic. The most **** and abused. And all because of you.”

Lisa cursed her, cursed her with every word she could think of, struggling against her restaurants, but that ended when Lillian brought a hand down against her pussy, delivering a stinging slap that made her head spin.

“Welcome to your new life, bitch. Where the only one lower than you is Stacy. And that’s only because that’ll hurt you all the more.”

But even if Stacy was the bottom, that didn’t mean that Lisa herself had been spared. She soon learned one of the many reasons that they had been pierced.

“I am tired of the leash,” Lillian said. “It’s boring me. Your collar looks cute, but you’re far too able to fight back. You can stop, and I have to tug you quite a bit before you get going again. That’s just not on, you know? A pet slut should be obedient. So I decided to find a way to encourage you to do as you’re told.”

That way was a thin metal chain. Lightweight, but sturdy, it connected to the piercings in her nipples and even had a segment that ran down between her legs, joining to the one that she had been given on her clit. Once it was all set up, Lillian was able to use it as a leash, leading Lisa forward with it.

Her hands would be secured behind her back so everyone at the college would see Lisa Cormack, the confident, friendly tough girl being led around by her clit.

Of course, Lillian always made sure she was nice and wet before walking her anywhere important. Her pussy would be soaking, her clit throbbing. Each time Lillian tugged the chain – which she would often - Lisa’s legs trembled.

The stimulation of her clitoris was mind-blowing, and the humiliation that came seconds later was equally intense. She was getting off on being led around by her clit. People in the corridors would turn to stare. Once, as a punishment, Lillian even went so far as to see if she could make Lisa cum just by toying with the chain. Pulling it, brushing it against her, making her sit with her legs spread, her breath coming faster and faster and faster as people she had used to know walked past in the corridors.

They were allowed to fuck her too. Lillian was downright nasty about it. Anyone who had once been her friend was allowed to have sex with her on the condition that they humiliate her while they did it. In the last few days, Lisa had found herself riding cocks, bouncing on the thrusting erections of men she’d known for years as they told her how slutty she was, and how much they loved fucking her. How much better she was this way.

She hated it. She hated it so much! And she hated it most when she came to it. Her leg spread, her pale skin glinting with sweat. Lillian would laugh and clap congratulating her for showing her true self.

The humiliation was intense. Day in and day out, Lisa was shamed, abused, and made to **** herself. It filled her with self-loathing, it made her squirm and became her constant companion.

She was made to service the college sports team. One after another, until she was covered in their cum. She was fucked in the corridors, feeling the thrusting penetrations tear through her pussy as people she’d once seen as friends passed by without a second glance. She was fucked and used, and all of the time, Lillian sat and watched.

That was somehow one of the worst things. It wasn’t that Lisa had a thing for Lillian. She hated the woman. But if Lillian had used her personally, at least Lisa might have understood that. Instead, the dark-haired woman got far more joy out of making Lisa suffer. She whored her out to the college, she gave her humiliating punishments, insulted her and degraded her.

But she rarely used her.

It was as if she wasn’t good enough. As if Lisa was useful only as a toy to other people, but she didn’t quite hit Lillian’s standards. She had no idea why that was so degrading, why it felt so bad and so horrible to be considered second class even as a sex ****. She hated how Lillian was making her feel. She hated how despite her attempts to fight, she was melting away day by day.

She had to resist, but it was hard. She had no allies, nowhere to run, just a constant stream of degradation like a tide washing over her head. It was all she could do not to drown.

The worst part of it all though was that Lillian began to vanish. For brief periods at first, but longer and longer as the days went on. Lisa had no idea what she was doing. She had no idea what could come of it, but she doubted very much that it was good.

Late at night, when she was left alone, Lisa desperately tried to gather her strength. Humiliation, shame, degradation, they all tore at her, but she held strong. In her core of cores, she knew that she wasn’t beaten yet. She just had to hang on until Diana came through. Until the rulebook worked in their favour again.

She just had to hold on to that hope. Like a dying woman clutching at even the rumour of a miracle, Lisa made that feeling everything. Holding to it through every test and every punishment. She swore she wasn’t done, even as she crawled on the ground. As she came and came, mewling for mercy, feeling the razor-edged daggers of mortification shredding her dignity, she told herself that she’d get back at Lillian. That this wouldn’t last.

But how long could she keep saying that and believe it? It was getting harder and harder to keep fighting. She was sinking deeper into this dark and twisted version of her greatest fantasy. Each use, each degradation, each punishment turned her body against her like a blade upon its user.

And Lillian was the mistress of it all, observing and taunting and teasing her. Making it so Lisa knew she was aware of it and loving it so, so much.

And then, she heard about the assembly.

The last time that she’d heard of something like that, it had been when they had been chosen as slaves. It made her shiver and suddenly the time that Lillian had spent absent sprang into horrible focus.

But it couldn’t be anything to do with them, could it? She dared not ask Lillian what she might have planned, and though she and Stacy spent plenty of time together, it wasn’t as if they were given much chance to talk. So Lisa was left to her thoughts, and as the day drew closer and closer she came to regard it with a kind of horrified fascination. Maybe it would be something that had nothing to do with either of them. Maybe it had been set up by the college, maybe some other girls had volunteered to be slaves. She’d left that option, hadn’t she?

Yeah, maybe it was innocent.

But she doubted it.

Somehow, she just knew that the looming date of the assembly was going to be some fresh torment. She still remembered her time on the stage, the feeling of the lights as they had bathed her naked body. Kyle’s cock in her pussy, the last thing she’d done before really surrendering to her fate.

Now she was being brought back to that place and though she could not yet prove it, she just knew that Lillian was the one behind it.

She promised herself that she wouldn’t break here. This was the next step, the next stage in Lillian’s twisted game. But Lisa would be strong. No matter what happened, she swore she would keep fighting.

As long as there was hope, she would cling on.