Diana is Having Her own Problems

Across the room from where Lisa was being played with by David. Diana stood amongst her own group of boys. She had been paired with a mousy, dark-haired girl, and the two of them now stood naked together, three boys standing before them. Diana could feel their eyes on her body. Tracing across her slim waist, her long legs, and her pussy. She knew that there was a slight blush on her face, but she did her best to pretend likes she was on her own. She gazed passed them, her arms at her sides. Her body language intentionally dismissive. She was naked, but she made it clear that she didn't consider herself some toy of theirs. it was the cold, aloof exterior she often projected, though turned to a different use this time. She was seen by much of the college as the older, smarter sister. More intelligent, and harder to get to. She played that role to a hilt now. Daring the boys to try anything with her even though she was naked in front of them.

Again, her thoughts turned top the rulebook in her bag, now stacked neatly with the rest of her clothes. Her panties, jeans, bra and shirt, all nicely folded on the table beside her now. Her long dark hair fell across her neck as she looked passed her tormentors, and saw her sister as David's fingers played with her lower self. Lisa's body language was harsh, defensive, and her tone was angry, but Diana wondered how much of it was an act . Surrounded by boys, **** to strip naked, made to endure their ****, Diana suspected her sister was enjoying herself a lot.

As for her.... she felt a churning uncertainty in her gut. A strange helplessness she had not expected. Her lower self felt hot, wet, and her naked body was so very sensitive, but she still didn't know quite what she wanted, only that thanks to the rulebook, whatever it was, she could easily have it.

"All right." Said one of the boys. "Let's get to work, will we?"

He looked to one, and then the other of his companions. Both of them seemed nervous, though the rulebook had made this legal, and they didn't question it, part of them still seemed to find it weird that they would be allowed to do more or less anything they wanted to a girl. But the leader seemed to have cottoned on to that fact much more quickly. He reached for his trousers, and started to undo his belt, but one of the other boys stopped.

"Dude, we're not supposed to...uh, you know... we could get in trouble."

The leader whacked the other boy over the head gently, almost in a chiding manner.

"I'm not doing that, idiot. I just need my belt."

"Oh, okay."

"You two take care of that other girl." He said to them. "As for me, I'm going to work with Diana here."

The two boys looked at each other, but then nodded one after the other. Clearly, whatever objection they might have felt, being given one of the girls to themselves was more than enough to make up for it. The leader stalked closer to Diana, the older twin slowly lowering her gaze to meet his. He had matted brown hair, and a wiry build. She'd met him before, hadn't she? Though she'd never really interacted much. Ben was his name, right?

Yeah. Ben.

Ben moved closer to her, his belt coiled in his hand. Diana felt her breath catch in her throat as he approached, his proximity making her shiver.

"I never thought I'd see this." Ben said, once it was just the two of them. "You naked, I mean. You were always one of the hottest girls in the whole damn college. Way out of my league. And the way you always ignored me... I never stood a chance. But thanks to this new law, you don't have a choice but to do as I say, do you?"

"Only for today." Diana replied coldly. "After the test, it's right back to how it was."

"Is it now?" Ben asked. "is it? Because if you end up being a ****, then I think it might be for a bit longer than that, don't you?"

"Is that meant to be a threat?" Diana asked. "If so, I'm not impressed."

"Not a threat." Ben said. "I am just trying you out for the position. That's what this is for."

He raised his hand, gesturing towards the belt. "Now turn around for me, would you?"

Diana did as she was told, turning her back on the boy, and wondering what he was planning. Part of her wondered if he meant to try and whip her with it, but she doubted it. That seemed too **** for this test, even by the rules that Lisa had left so vague. The closeness of the boy meant that she could feel his body heat as he moved up behind her. She felt her mouth run dry, her lower body started to pulse with need.

She felt his hands as they grasped her arm, his fingers cold, his grip was steady. He drew first one arm back, and then the other, until they were both straight behind her. Then, she felt something roughly wrapping around her wrists. Fabric of some sort.

The belt!

The length of fabric was drawn around her wrists, and then, Ben tightened it, she felt it start to cut into her hands, binding them together tightly. She frowned and flexed, trying to move free, but could not. After a moment, Ben nodded to himself, and took a step back.

"Let's see you again from the front."

She turned around, her hands now caught behind her back. Ben nodded to himself again, this time in satisfaction.

"You look pretty cute with your hands tied behind your back." He said to her. "But let's see what we can do to make you look even more the part."

Diana wondered what he meant by that, but he didn't have to wonder for long. He moved to his bag, and withdrew a thick, black marker. She blanched, he couldn't mean to write on her body? But he did, and as he moved forwards, she could see that he was set to do this. So she said nothing, even he closed to close range, the pen held ready in his hand.

"Now stand where you are and spread your legs."

Blushing, Diana did as she was told. The room felt so cold to her, and yet, she was excited. She couldn't help herself. As she felt the gentle prick of the pan against her lower thigh, she fought viciously top suppress a moan. How much was she enjoying this? Seriously? She knew that Lisa was into more humiliation based stuff, but her as well? She didn't have much time to contemplate it, though, because Ben drew an arrow gesturing to her mound. On her other thigh, he drew a second. The feeling of the pen against her skin was odd, and yet somehow erotic. The way it slowly traced its way across her naked skin, the way it claimed her, marked her as an object. She realised that she really was starting to enjoy this.

He circled her pussy with the marker, drawing a black circle around it. Then, he moved upwards, writing his name on her left breast. He drew a collar around her neck, and then wrote ''College ****'' across her waist. All the while, she struggled not to react, even as her skin seemed to prickle feverishly, as her arousal grew, as she felt herself grow hotter and hotter down there. She hoped he didn't notice how erect and firm her nipples had become, or maybe, she hoped that he did.

"Hey, Diana." Ben said, almost conversationally. "How many men have you fucked?"

"Why the hell would I tell you that?" She snapped. "I don't have to tell you anything."

"That's true." Ben nodded. "Nothing in the rules says you have to answer me.... Okay, hot girl like you, the older sister, got that frigid ice queen thing to you...I am guessing it's more than one, but not a whole lot. Maybe two, three? Let's go with three."

He bent down again, and gently began to draw the pen across the surface of her labia. The motion made her squeak despite herself, feeling the slight pressure of the pen was almost **** for her, so aroused was she by this point. Slowly, Ben drew a ''3'' right on her lower lips.

"That was a nice sound you were making." He said to her. "Are you going to make it again?"

"Not a chance." She snarled back. "You caught me by surprise before. That's all."

"Okay, then. Don't make the sound again. In fact, let's be sure that you can't."

He looked around, finding her clothes on the table. He moved over, walking towards them. Diana felt a flash of concern. What if he went into the bag? What if he found the notebook? Her heart hammered, but luckily, it wasn't the bag that drew her attention. Instead, he grabbed her dark panties. He turned back to her with a grin on his face, and Diana had only a moment to realise what was going to happen before he balled them up and **** them into her mouth. She spluttered, and spat, tried to resist as she tasted herself on the fabric. But he was insistent, and she had no hands to help. After a moment, they were in, and that was that. She glared at him, still trying to affect an air of cold detachment. Much harder now her hands were tied, writing was scrawled all over her body, and her own panties were caught between her teeth.

Ben took up the pen again, prowling passed her like a predator with its prey. She felt her body tighten as he passed, her muscles tense, anticipating. Then, she felt something hard and thin poke at her ass. She hissed - or tried to at least - and almost spun around, but Ben caught her arm and prevented her from doing it. She winced and then tensed, feeling the pen slowly start to slide up her anus. Her hands balled into fists, her toes curled, her legs trembled, but she could not even call out. The wadded ball of underwear muffled her cries of protest as she felt the pen sink deeper and deeper into her body. It felt cold and hard, penetrating her slowly but inevitably. Filling her ass with the sensation of fullness, it brushed against her inner walls and made her shudder.

"That's for not telling me how many men." Ben hissed in her ear as he walked passed her again.

After that, he made her sit on the ground, spreading her legs so that she was sprawled and fully exposed, the pen half jutting out of her ass, her arms tied, and her mouth gagged. Diana was glad that he hadn't reached inside of her. She felt so wet, her arousal was soaring in spite of - even because of - the humiliation. As she sat there, she could feel her lower self aching for more. She wanted them to go further. To do more to her. It was shocking. She'd always known that she had a submissive streak, but she had never been able to live it so fully.

Before Ben could think to do anything else, however, Edd, the teacher called the test to a halt.

"All right, everyone!" he said. "Good work! You all did really well! If the boys could come to me a second, and we can discuss ratings? And you girls, you just wait where you are for a moment. I'll have someone along to untie you, or help you out as needed once we're done here."

And so it was that the rest of the boys broke from the women, and moved towards the teacher, forming a large circle around him. Diana took the moment to catch her breath, looking from face to face. Some of the girls were looking down at the ground, or out the windows. Anywhere but towards their peers. Some were shaking from shock, a few had seemed to enjoy it. The boys had all thought of different tests, Diana could see that now. Lisa, her sister, had been teased again and again, **** to the brink of climax, and never allowed to reach it. She was standing, supporting herself on the desks, gasping for air, her pussy was sopping wet, moisture dripping down her legs.

Anna, the red haired girl, had been **** to sit on a chair. The boys had then made her hold herself open for them, and to explain exactly how she liked to touch herself. While doing so, they had messaged her breasts, and stroked her neck, then made her touch herself in the same way as she described. She was looking flushed, and clearly had nearly climaxed herself.

Across from Diana, the mousy-looking girl had been **** to stand with her legs wide, and her arms apart. The boys had then measured every inch of her, with particular focus to her breasts and pussy.

Similar had happened to each of the girls in turn, but now at last, it was over. The humiliating experience had come to a close, and they could all forget about it. All that was, except for the one who would become the ****. They looked at each other, each one knowing the same thing. For at least one of them, it wouldn't be over.

Eventually, Edd sent someone around to help them, as he had said. Diana was untied, her panties pulled from her mouth. She managed to get to her feet, yanking the pen out of her ass with a hiss. Then, they were allowed to put their clothes on again, and the rest of the day passed in a fairly normal manner. Tomorrow, they would find out who had failed the test.