Roles are Assigned

Diana stood on the stage, the light were hot against her skin. She could feel the air catching in her throat, though she was sure that no one else had noticed. Her long hair swept across her back, her brown eyes focused on the sight before her now. Idly, her hand picked at the leather jeans she was wearing, and she felt a little bit cold in spite of the shirt and jacket combo that she had put on before leaving the house. As Kyle argued with Anya, she said very little, only pitching in now and again. Most of her was concerned with the sight she had just seen, her twin sister, bound and naked, made to cum right in front of the whole college. Lisa had always been a submissive, Diana knew. It was a trait that they shared if she was honest with herself. But she never thought her younger sister would take it so far. She could still hear the soft whining as Lisa bit her lower lip, barely audible over the crackling of the current. She could still see the way that Lisa had hung, exhausted, after the ordeal was over, after she had climaxed with more **** and passion than Diana ever had in her life.

The older twin was torn. She still had her bag close, and in that bag, the rulebook, the book that could change everything. Never before had it seemed so heavy, Lisa had been utterly humiliated in front of the whole campus; she'd been stripped down, made to cum. Diana had no doubt that this would be long remembered, that it was recorded, and that - if not for the rulebook - it would be all over the internet before the day was out. Seeing someone brought so low, that person being her own sister, it made her sit up and take notice. She knew she should hate this, but part of her didn't. It was the same part of her that had enjoyed her time with Ben during the big test, the same part of her that had secretly loved the feeling of her arms bound behind her back, of her legs splayed, a pen shoved into her ass for everyone to see. The part of her that had fantasised about it later in the shower...

Diana realised that she was biting her own lower lip. She **** herself to relax, turning her mind back to the moment just as she saw Kyle nod, his fists clenched.

"I understand." He said.

So, it seemed that it was settled then. No matter. She was willing to do what had to be done. So long as she had the rulebook, she had the ultimate power in the situation. Anything else was just appearance, and she could deal with that.

"Now." Anya said. "The two boys, Jason and Kyle, are assigned to the blond **** who used to be Stacy. Diana, you are assigned to the dark haired one. Remember, either you must climax or she must climax."

"I'm sorry miss." Diana said with a frown. "But you're giving me Lisa? Um, we're sisters, you know? Twins? Isn't that a bit...well, weird?"

"It's to drive in the point." Anya said. "Lisa...or the **** who used to be Lisa... has to learn that what she was in the past is no more. So you, her former sister, will be used to make that plain. Not to mention the fact that the two of you are twins is most helpful."

"Helpful?" Diana said. "I am not sure what you mean by that..."

"Fantasies." Anya said. "As you are doubtless aware, there are many fantasies about twins. The fact that she is now serving as a real life example of that? It's only going to make this more memorable, both to her, and to the audience."

"Ah." Diana said. "I see. So that's where this is going..." She sighed, wondering whether she really wanted to go through with it or not. On one hand, she realised that right then and there, she had no way to truly refuse. That thought sent a delicious little shiver up her spine, reminding her that she was as helpless here as Lisa herself. After all, if she failed this, she could be enslaved herself. She imagined what that would be like... her clothes would be torn from her, and she would be left naked on the stage. Would the crowd cheer as they realised what was going on? Would they jeer at her? Would she be made to masturbate for them? Or would another toy be used on her? Her stomach tightened at the thought of what might happen. Arousal edging her thoughts. Would she be put up right next to Lisa...?

No. She growled to herself firmly. Now is not the time for that sort of thought, Diana. Lisa is already in way over her head here, and the last thing she needs is for her older sister to do the same. You're the one who is supposed to provide oversight and control, so do your job.

She **** herself to breath deeply, closing her eyes for a moment as her resolve affirmed. Then, she opened them again.

"Okay." She said. "I don't much like it, but I don't really have much of a choice here, do I? Lisa has to climax or I do..."

"Actually." Anya said slowly, as though coming to a conclusion that she had been working on for some time. "I think it would be better if it is you three that climaxes. The slaves have already climaxed once each at least, so another addition is going to lose its effectiveness. But being used as a tool by their former friends? That would be much more effective."

"Seriously?" Kyle growled. "You're just going to make up rules like that?"

"It's my job to make up rules like that." Anya said bluntly. "And I intend to do it. Now, the three of you know the rules, you are allowed to make use of any equipment on the stage if you desire, though I suspect you won't. One important thing, though. I expect you to treat them as slaves, understood? This is to break them to their new lives. I want you to act appropriately towards them. I will be watching."