The Battle

Diana's didn't snarl, or say something stupid like ''you wouldn't.'' because she knew damn well that he would. As soon as Gordon uttered Lisa's name, Diana felt her whole world crawl to a halt, spears of ice stabbed her in the chest, and she realised that she had made a horrible mistake. She'd shielded herself, but she hadn't shielded her sister. Why would she when Lisa was already trapped? Somehow, even through all the preparations she'd made when she was searching for the other rulebook holder, it had never occurred to her that they might target Lisa to get to her.

"From your reaction, I am guessing that you didn't." Gordon chuckled. "Fortunately, I am not a stupid man, so as soon as I knew that it was you who would be trying to find me, I made sure to have some leverage."

He gestured, and Diana watched as a glass screen seemed to spring into existence, flickering with light, it showed a scene which made her heart leap into her throat. Lisa was in the old sports shed, with her hands bound behind her back. She was moaning, throwing her head back in obvious, if ****, pleasure. And that was because someone was fucking her. Diana didn't know who it was, though had vague memories of passing them in a corridor at one point or another. He cock was inside of her, pushing against her body as he entered her, making her quake, her breasts jumping with each thrust.

As Diana watched, he pulled out, cum splashing over Lisa's body. Lisa fell to her knees, she looked pale, and sweaty, and absolutely exhausted.

As the guy did up his pants and left, David stepped into the frame.

"Done yet?"

Lisa shook her head.

"I don't know anything..." She mumbled, "P-please master, I don't want to fuck anyone else. I feel sore and tired, and I don't want anyone else inside me today!"

"Too bad, slaves don't get to make choices." David said, "You can either tell me what I want to know, or I am calling in the next one. There are a lot of guys waiting, Lisa, it would probably be better for you to just tell me now where the rulebook is."

"I..." Lisa looked like she was about to cry, she looked towards the ground, her hair falling over the brim of her eyes, and for a moment, Diana thought she would break.

"I don't know..."

"All right then, next one! Hey, does anyone have a partner who wants to try double penetration?"

The screen faded. Diana felt her body go rigid, for a moment, she didn't even know what to do or say, and the only thing that prevented her from throwing herself at Gordon was that he was stronger than she was and had augmented himself with the rulebook.

"What did you do?" She hissed.

"Very little in the end," he admitted, "I simply made it so that David thought he had seen a friend use the rulebook, and had been told that Lisa knew the location of one as well. Of course, he still has to obey the rules that were set - no permanent harm - but as you can see, your twin sister is not enjoying herself at all."

"Maybe she's not..." Diana said, gritting her teeth and trying to draw on her anger, to push past the fear for her sister, "But she'll be fine once I make it so this didn't happen. Do you think that alone is going to make me give up?"

"No," Gordon admitted with a chuckle, "I had hoped not. But here is my next little trick. I have preset several commands into my rulebook which, when triggered, will cause Lisa to suffer an unfortunate accident. Very tragic seeing as how it will be sadly rather lethal. Each one is almost finished, requiring but the stroke of my pen. You won't have time to write a full rule in the time it takes me to complete these three, but even if you could, they're triggered to act in different ways. Only one directly acts on her, one acts on those around her instead, and the third I am going to keep secret for obvious reasons. You would require three rules to counter them, and also you would need to know the last threat to counter it properly. Put simply? At your current level of speed and ability, you cannot save her."

"I think that I could," Diana countered, "All I would need is to make it explicit that she can't die. After that, no matter what you wrote, it wouldn't have any effect."

"Do you think so?" Gordon chuckled, "Well, you're young yet as a rulebook user, so I can excuse your mistakes."

"My mistakes?" Diana's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, it's simple enough. You've never had rulebooks interacting before, each trying to do a different thing, have you? It's actually quite interesting. Rulebooks can't bicker, you see. It's bad for...well, everything. If two ultimate power worked to change the world back and forth, each one wanting a different thing, I imagine that eventually reality would start to rip. Think of it as a piece of paper being pulled on by two different people, each of them has more than enough strength, and each of them is contesting the other, pulling with all of their might. Do you see? If both the people are equal, there is only one possible option which is that the paper itself will tear.

"It's the same way with the rulebooks. If two of them were to fight over a change, constantly pulling reality back and forth, it would cause great damage to the world. So the rulebooks have an order of priority. An older rule will always take priority over a younger one, whether it's older by years, centuries, or minutes. If two rules are clashing, then the oldest of them is the one which will come to be, and the youngest will be discarded. This is why, for example, I could not have done away with the college sex **** system even if I had wanted to. You wrote that it existed before I wrote that it didn't, so your rule took priority over mine. Of course, there are ways to get around that sort of thing - for example, I copied your rule into my book, so that when you erased your original rule, my new one came into effect, and was exactly the same. So while I couldn't get rid of your sex **** system, I could **** you to keep it even when you wanted it gone."

"So what you're saying is, even if I wrote that Lisa would live out the day, your rules are older, and would happen anyway. She would die."

"Exactly!" He gestured to her as if she'd won some sort of prize in a class. "I wrote the rules already, I just need to finish them. Now, there are those who would say that technically speaking, a rule doesn't count until it comes into effect, so there's a chance that I'd be wrong and you would be able to save her. But how much of a chance is it? Are you willing to risk your sister's live on a mere chance? A flip of the coin, a roll of the dice to determine which one of us wins and loses? But of course, it's not a fair contest at all, is it? If you win, I lose nothing. If I win, you lose everything. The life of your dear sister, and the guilt that you would bear for causing it to end... Truly delightful."

"You're an absolute bastard, you know that?" Diana growled at him, trying to come up with some way to get through this. The most important thing to remember was that she only had his word that this was how the rules work. He could be lying, in which case, the best move was to call his bluff. But if he wasn't lying, then Lisa would be in terrible danger.

What could she do? Try to save her sister, or give him what he wanted? If she gave in, then the whole nightmare would continue, and she didn't want to do that. Much less because she knew that he wanted her rulebook. To surrender would give him ultimate power over herself and Lisa.

Diana felt tense, her nerves sinews were bunched, her muscles taut, as though her body expected her to leap at him and take the rulebook by ****. But she knew better than that, he had rebuilt his body with his own rulebook, she had no doubt that he was stronger and faster than he had any right to be.

Time to make your move, Diana, she thought to herself, but you need to make sure it's the right move, you won't get a second play, and this guy has no mercy. What do you do? What's the right thing, what's the move that will get you to where you want to be? You need to get your hands on his rulebook, but you have no leverage and he does, so how are you going to turn that around? What weakness does he have that you can exploit?

The first thing she thought of was lust. In spite of what he had said so far, it was pretty clear that Gordon had a big hard on for seeing girls humiliated and dominated. Could she use that as a weakness? Maybe she could turn it against him somehow, though she doubted it would be as easy as offering to fuck him in exchange for the book...

"It's time to choose." Gordon said, his voice full of confidence and thunderous pride. "Your sister's life or your rulebook. You have my word that if you give it to me, neither of you will die. I'll simply erase your time as a rulebook user, and return you to your proper place in the world."

I doubt that. Diana said to herself, though was careful not to voice it.

"If you did that, Lisa would still be a sex ****." Diana said.

"That was her choice, and yours. For someone who had so much to say about free will before, are you now suggesting that I ignore it?"

"Then even if you get the rulebook, you'll keep the world as it is?"

"I like it this way." He started to walk forwards, towards her. His walk was steady, his pace was slow but measured, and yet there was a sense of danger and power to him. Sleek like a hunting cat, he moved, his eyes on her face, and on her rulebook. Diana's body tensed, her instincts screamed to turn and run, but there was no running now. There was only the conflict, only a happy ending for one of them. That was the doom of the rulebook, she realised. In giving absolute power, it meant that those few who equalled you all became enemies and rivals. There could be no cooperation from a certain point of view. Everyone was on his or her own in a world of toys.

She held her ground, her mind racing, she knew she didn't dare risk Lisa's life, not even for this, but nor could she simply surrender. She had to find a third way, and there was one, but it was risky, and dangerous, and potentially one of the most dangerous things she had ever done. She felt her body shaking, fear filled her, like she'd never felt before. It seized her heart with icy talons and filled her mind with thoughts of doom.

"But if you want to know the truth..." Gordon went on, still coming closer and closer, "I may make one or two changes. Not to the overall system, but maybe tweaking history a little bit. For example, only two slaves? That seems unfair to everyone else. Why, I think there should be a whole class of slaves, don't you? And as for you, Diana, you should have pride of place among them, shouldn't you? As David once said, having a set of **** twins would be very appealing for certain fantasies. I bet that thought turns you stomach, doesn't it? But that's the beauty of it. Once I'm done, you'll accept it totally. You'll have known nothing else ever. So one last chance, why don't you surrender willingly before I just take it?"

Gordon had meant his words to terrify her, to fill her with fear and cow her into surrender. Instead, Diana felt her fear start to die away, replaced with fury, a blazing heat which filled her body as she looked into his eyes and saw that he truly did see the whole world as nothing but clay to be moulded by his hands. He cared for no one and nothing save himself. A true monster, a being of absolute selfishness, it made her skin crawl.

And just like that, she took her chance. She saw the way forwards, everything came together in her mind, all the building blocks of one last **** attempt.

She lunged forwards, darting towards him as he approached. Gordon's eyes opened in surprise, he'd expected her to cower, or to back away. But Diana wasn't cowed. She was afraid, but she used her fear, burning it like a fuel to propel her forwards. She didn't know how to fight really, but in that moment, that didn't matter, all that she needed was momentum.

She crashed into him, stabbing him with the point of her elbow. His flesh felt solid and muscular, but still human, and he careened to the side, barely managing to stay on his feet. He collapsed a moment later when she turned, smashing an amateur fist into the side of his face. He half collapsed, Diana's hands went to his arm, trying desperately to pull it around, fingers scribbled for his rulebook, which he still held in one clasped hand. As her tried to rise again, Diana landed a swift kick between the legs, battering his cock with all of the strength she had. He made a funny little sound, and his face went pale, his grip loosening, and Diana was able to snatch the rulebook away!

She danced backwards, her hands playing over the rulebook as she desperately flipped through it. She needed a pen, she needed-

Pain! It hit her in a wave, sweeping though every part of her body. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't make any sound at all. Somehow, Gordon had recovered, his fist was planted against her gut, the **** of the blow recoiled through her very being.

"That," he said, "Was a very stupid thing to do Diana."

The rulebook tumbled from her open hand, her legs seemed to turn to jelly, and she collapsed, both his boon and her own spiralling around her. Her whole body felt shaky, her muscles refused to obey her. As Gordon towered above her, Diana realised she was totally helpless.

"I don't know what you thought to achieve with that," He scolded her, "It was one of the most stupid things I have ever seen. Now I have both of the books, and a grudge against you."

He reached down, his fingers closing around her rulebook as he kicked his own one away from her. Diana screamed at her body to move, but it still couldn't. Was it some kind of power that he had given himself, or just shock?

"Let me see now..." Gordon said, "Where is the rule you wrote that gave you protection? Yes, there it is. Gone now."

He gestured, and a page began to smoke, the part of it which contained her rule curled up and burned before her eyes. Diana managed to stagger to her feet, gasping for air, but Gordon simply backed away, grinning at her, holding her own rulebook as if it would be her doom. Desperately, she looked for his, but it was near the edge of the balcony, far away from her.

"Let's do some rearranging, will we?" Gordon said, "I was going to let you have an easy time of it, but now you have to be punished for what you tried to do.

Diana darted forwards, driven by desperation, but she wasn't faster than his writing.

Old Rule: Diana Cormack was chosen as a sex **** along with her twin!

Diana tumbled to a stop, her whole body felt strange and sick, as if something horrible were being done to it. She actually felt the world around her changing, unravelling, and becoming something different. A whole new history, a whole new set of memories.

She fell to her knees, her pulse raced, her body was burning with heat. She felt her fists clench as Gordon watched with interest.

Diana's body was changing. The history that had led up to this point was different, Diana felt the new past slamming into place, hammering into existence like the bars of an iron cell. She felt the cold air against her skin. She was naked now, her clothes had gone. Actually, she'd never worn them at all, because a sex **** was not allowed to wear clothes. She felt a collar closing around her throat, the same sort that Lisa wore, and even as it appeared, her new memories began to surge forth.

Being stripped on stage along with Lisa at the ceremony.

Having to masturbate for the cheering crowd, feeling the rising humiliation as her own fingers brought her to climax at the command of the college.

Being **** into lesbian sex with Lisa as the ultimate degradation, the two of them fucking in front of the whole college, feeling Lisa's hands on her breasts, and her face pressed between her legs.

Diana surged to her feet and took a step forwards, trying to ignore the crushing feeling of reality itself closing around her, changing her, making her into someone else. She didn't want to change, didn't want to lose herself, but her mind was spiralling, becoming undone, falling apart at the seams.

"Still fighting? Let's see what we can do about that!" Gordon laughed.

Old Rule: Diana Cormack was given to Gordon as his personal **** following the **** ceremony. While she is his ****, she does not consider his ability to write rules in any way unusual, or something to comment upon. She is totally loyal to him, but finds her enslavement absolutely humiliating and degrading, no matter how often she is ogled, fucked, or toyed with.

"Bastard!" Diana shouted, feeling the claws of the rulebook tearing into her mind, changing her piece by piece, ripping away her identity.

"Some have said so!" He laughed at her torment, "Now let's make one final rule."

Old Rule: Neither Diana nor Lisa Cormack ever had a rulebook, nor wrote any rules in it. They are not aware that they exist, and will never believe in them even if they find one.

Diana had no words as the world changed around her.

All she could do was scream.