Diana's Determination

It was now some hours since she had realised just how bad the situation had gotten, and Diana was starting to come up with something of a plan. She was sitting at home, in the apartment she normally shared with Lisa. Though, Lisa was of course not present. The idea of her sister, out there alone with that creep made Diana's heart spike, made her blood rush, and made her want to rush out and track them down. But she didn't. She had to restrain herself, because as much as she wanted to run off and help like some superhero, she knew that she wasn't one, and that she could be entrapped just as easily as Lisa had been. From the way she saw it, her own future fate was still very much in dispute, and only the fact that it was Lisa who had gone first with the rulebook had allowed her to be the one who was now trying to salvage things.

How easily could she have been the one in chains, realising only too late that those collars and cuffs were real and not her own inventions? She scowled as she thought these things, hating herself for having to stay away from her sister. it felt like a betrayal of the deepest, darkest kind, and made her blood run hot. Lisa was out there, and she needed her. But how could Diana help if she was enslaved as well? Of the two sisters, Diana was more reserved and aloof, and she had always prided herself on the fact that she had better self control. Well, now was the time to prove it.

She sat on the chair, the rulebook on the table in front of her, a pencil at her side. She'd already made several new rules, most of which pertained to her own freedom.

Old Rule: Diana Cormack can never be enslaved by any means.

Old Rule: Even if it is written in another rulebook that Diana would be enslaved, or affected in a negative way, this is not the case.

She didn't know if that would work. Did one rulebook overwrite another? Or was it first come first served? The fact that she had been able to help Stacy or Lisa with new rules - and she had tried - implied to her that one book could not just contradict another. Once it was written somewhere, it was set. But at the same time, she suspected it wasn't so simple. After all, if that was the case, the rulebook which had enslaved Lisa was their own, so she should have been freed when that rule was erased. This had not happened. To Diana's logical mind, this meant that the rulebooks operated in a system of sorts. They didn't directly contradict one another, but you could add on to the rules of another book with your own. So if Lisa wrote that she wanted to be enslaved, and then someone else wrote in their own book that she was enslaved, or couldn't be released, and Lisa erased the rule she had made, she would still be a **** because there was still a book which said she was. Even if it was not the first one to do so.

This, in turn, meant that Lisa would remain a **** so long as that rule existed in any rulebook, not just the one she owned. Or, in other words, in order to free her sister, Diana needed to find and gain control of the second book. The temptation to use a rule to do so was strong, but she had resisted so far. Logically, she reasoned that whoever owned the second book must know about the first, since they had added on to Lisa's own rule. Which meant that they knew that it could be turned against them if they were not careful. They would have been fools not to set up some kind of defence or alarm. Like a ''Warn me if I am written about in rules'' rule, or even a simple ''Cannot be the subject of rules without their consent'' rule. It seemed logical, especially if you were going in intending to mess with other people who had rulebooks too.

That meant that not only could Diana not trust the book to help find them, but that, even if she did use it, she might simply give herself away. So the single greatest tool she had was now useless, at least until she learned more.

The task ahead of her felt gigantic, the weight of it crushing her as she considered it. How could she do it? Even if she figured it out, how would she get the rulebook? Surely, the owner would have other defences as well, just as she had written now she was more aware of the danger of owning such an item. Even finding out who they were would be supremely difficult, and that didn't even account for actually managing to take the thing!

All right, She told herself, breath, Diana. You're smart. You're tough. You can do this. You have to do this. Are you going to let your little sister be a sex ****? Fuck no you're not. So how do you figure out which bastard did this, and make sure they can't do it again?

Logic. Logic. That was what she would use. What she had always used. She had to consider the situation, take into account what she knew, and use it to create a lead she could follow. What did she know of the situation? It had been only two days so far. That was the first thing. As far as she knew, no one outside of the college knew that Lisa had been chosen yet. You could not make a specific rule about Lisa if you did not know she had already set the whole thing into motion with her own rule, so it followed that the person who had done this was a member of the college. Staff or student, she did not yet know.

Who would have the most to gain from this? David? The guy who had ended up with Lisa? Diana considered the idea for a moment, but discarded it. No, he was far too unsubtle for that. If he'd had a rulebook, then Diana herself would have been a **** as well as her sister, she was sure. He wouldn't have accepted just one of them, and he wouldn't have waited for Lisa to set the thing into motion herself. He'd have gone all in the moment he could.

Not David, then.

Who else? Unbidden Diana thought of Lillian. The dark-haired girl who had tormented Stacy so direly. She seemed to be the sadistic sort. So, would she have used the power of a rulebook like that? Would she have locked Lisa into her own game, and then enjoyed her power over Stacy? It was so tempting to think that, but...

Diana remembered Lillian tormenting Stacy, forcing her to shove the frozen hotdog between her legs, making her tremble and cry as her fingers parted her folds, the condom-wrapped thing pressing cruelly against her lower entrance. The look of glee and malice in her eyes was unmistakable. That was evil. Pure and simple, a naked lust to control, dominate and humiliate.

But, as much as it made sense to her on an emotional level, Diana knew that Lillian would have acted the same way as David. That is, if she had that sort of power, she would have used it right away, to torment and **** others long before now. And she wouldn't have waited for someone else to become the victim of their own making.

Thus, it could be neither of those two. Which was troublesome, since they made up her whole list of suspects. But Diana was smart. She prided herself on her intelligence, and even as she concluded that it could be neither Lillian or David, another idea occurred to her.

Maybe it was neither of those two. But the user of the rule would have wanted to get something out of it, surely. They wanted to see Lisa and Stacy degraded and humiliated. That was why they had made their rule. Which, in turn, meant that in order to actually do so, they would need to be present when it happened.

Diana felt her heart skip a beat, then determination hardened her face and swept through her mind. The conclusion was utterly inescapable. If she was right, and she felt she was, then the other owner of a rulebook would want to see the fruits of their work. So they would be watching both Lisa and Stacy, as often as they could.

In turn, that meant that in order to find them, Diana simply had to find out who was present most often during those moments, make a list, and go through them one by one.

There, now she had a plan on how to find them. But how did she take their rulebook from them when she did? For another hour at least, she sat and thought. And then, slowly, she felt a plan starting to take form. It was audacious, risky, and perhaps even dangerous. But she realised slowly it was the best shot she had.

Slowly, she looked up, her face a mask of determination.

Hold on, Lisa. I'm coming.