Lisa's Loophole

Diana pulled away from her sister slowly, pulling up her panties, and buttoning her trousers, all the while doing her best to ignore how her legs were still shaking, and how her inner core was still trembling, the ghostly after-effects of Lisa's tongue left shivers racing through her body. Once she was properly clothed, she went to her bag at the edge of the stage, fishing out the rulebook even as the crowd's attention was on the performance going on before them. No one paid her much heed, no one was looking at her, and even if they were, so what? It was just someone writing a note, a bit odd in the current situation, true. But nothing truly suspicious.

Pencil in hand, Diana began to write:

''Old Rule: When a College Sex **** is chosen, during her initiation, she is allowed to make one request as a former student. This request is not always granted, but it is considered rude not to do so, so long as it does not interfere with the spirit of the thing.''

Diana looked at the page for a moment, her eyes skimming over what she had written. Then, she nodded to herself, and closed the book. Gesturing towards Lisa. Her younger sister mouthed a silent thanks, and then turned towards Anya.

Lisa knelt on the floor, her legs folded under her. The taste of her twin's pussy still in her mouth. Her body felt battered and used, considering all that she had done today and had been done to her. She was tired, aching, and humiliated. But there was still one more thing to do, still one thing that she occurred to her as she had felt the eyes of the crowd on her. As she had been made to pleasure her sister, her twin, Lisa's mind had turned to fantasies, for once, not her own. She knew that many people had a thing for twins, though she and Diana were not identical, so it didn't apply as heavily to them. But the thought of fantasies had themselves been enough to spark a further thought, and she was going to put that thought into words now, and hopefully, actions as well.

"M-miss Anya?" She said, her voice low, hesitant. Already, she was feeling the effects of her new position. The sense of powerlessness and helplessness, the enforced inferiority. Before today, she would have spoken to Anya as an equal, but now she felt as though there was a great distance between them. A fact that made her both hot and bothered, but also concerned. Just how far would that go, and could she lose herself to it?

"Yes, ****?" Anya turned. "I am overseeing the rest of the induction right now, so if you have not interrupted me for a good reason, I am probably going to have to punish you. What is it?"

"Um...uh... I have a request to make!" Lisa bit out quickly. "I know it's not befitting of a ****, but it is traditional as a former student to..."

"I know the tradition." Anya said, tipping her head slightly. "I am not obligated to fulfil your request but you did just perform a very good service for us and your sister, so tell me of it, and I may consider it."

Speaking swiftly, Lisa told her what she wanted. Anya frowned, considered, seemingly edging first one way and then the other. At last, she nodded.

"Very well. It may not be totally in the spirit of the situation, but as your last act as a member of the student body, I will allow it."

She turned away from Lisa, moving back towards the side of the stage, where Stacy was still performing. Jason was moaning now as she stroked his member. It seemed that he and Kyle had decided to go one at a time, so as not to overwhelm their friend. Lucky for Lisa. Anya waved Kyle over.

"Kyle." She said. "There has been a change of plans. The **** here has requested that you are serviced by her instead of the blond one. I have decided to allow it. Remember the rules."

Kyle looked at her, venom bubbling in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but shared one last look with Jason before striding away towards Lisa's side of the stage. As he approached, he saw her dishevelled state, and his face became softer, ****.

"What have they done to you, Lis'?" He asked. "You're a mess."

Lisa chuckled softly. "Well, thanks for that, Kyle. First time you see me naked, and you tell me what a wreck I am. Not exactly cheering."

Kyle flushed.

"That's not what I meant! I mean, um, I always wanted to see you naked, but not like this..."

"Not like this..." Lisa repeated his words. "Yeah, this is kind of a bummer, huh?"

"A bummer?" He scoffed at her. "I'd say it's more than that!"

Lisa shrugged.

"Can't really do anything about it, though, can we? Listen, I called you over here for a reason...well, actually, two reasons. Firstly, poor Stacy is having enough trouble, she doesn't need to deal with two guys. The second reason is....um..."

Lisa grew quiet for a moment, hesitating as a look of awkwardness creeped over her face. She raised a hand, brushing her short hair back with a finger, her deep blue eyes meeting Kyle's own gaze. She was naked and helpless on the stage, her only clothes the collar around her neck. Yet, in that moment, he sensed something more, something deeper in her.

"The second reason is that when I was chosen, I didn't really expect you to defend me so much... I know it sounds weird and all, but I always thought guys would be guys.. I didn't think you'd stick up for me or Stacy like this. I was really...eh, hehe, I thought it was sort of cute?"

"Cute?" He said. "Cute?"

"No, not like that. I mean it reached me. It touched me. I didn't think you cared so much. You can't really stop what's happening, and I can't really say what I'll be asked to do by my master... but I thought maybe, it might be a bit more okay for us both if...if you were my master until then."

"Lis', what are you talking about? What do you mean be your master?"

"Boys!" She scoffed for a moment, before rising to her feet. For a moment, the two of them were face to face. Then, she grabbed him, her naked body pulling his clothed one close before he could react. He smelled the scent of her arousal as she pressed herself close to him, her heat radiating through his clothes. His mind went blank for a moment as he felt her breasts against his chest. His throat went dry, as he met her hungry gaze. She pressed her face close to his, and then she kissed him, long and deep.

After a moment, they broke apart.

"That's what I mean." She whispered to him. "I want you to fuck me. Right here and now."

"On the stage?"

"Yes."

"With people watching?"

"People are going to be watching me from now on Kyle. No matter what I do. Just once, let it be for something that I choose to do."

Kyle swallowed. Suddenly, his confidence was gone, he seemed shocked, surprised, stunned. But he nodded slowly. Reluctantly.

"I-if that's what you really want."

"It is."

He looked at her for a long moment, and then nodded.

"Okay."