The Chronicles of a College (Slavery, BDSM, Humiliation, Continuation of the Rulebook)

Note before you read, this story is a commissioned continuation of a route that I wrote for the Rulebook story some time ago. If you are familiar with that, you should know what is going on. If not, in summery, Lisa and Diana are a set of twin sisters who discovered a magical rulebook that can rewrite reality. At first, they had fun and Lisa set herself in the role of a submissive ****, but things have started to go out of hand when their best friend, Stacy, was also chosen to be a ****.

Now, they find themselves in the principal's office, having been told that it's time for their masters to be selected and to their horror, Lisa and Stacy find that the masters chosen are some of the people who hate them most!

Curious how it turns out? If so, read on....

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Lillian reached out one hand, trailing it across Stacy’s naked body as the blond woman tried not to squeak. The touch was almost sensual, Lillian’s fingers were soft, tracing a path downwards towards her bare chest. David watched, a stupid smile on his face, like all his fantasies were playing out before him.

They probably were.

Lisa could only watch helplessly, Lilian was in full swing. Dominance and power crackled across her face and even Anya seemed to be faintly impressed by it all.

“You’re going to be mine,” Lillian spoke, her hand following the curve of Stacy’s breasts. The blond girl’s nipples were growing hard. She was blushing and shivering, her legs trembled.

Suddenly, Lillian lashed out, bringing a slap thundering down against Stacy’s chest! Stacy recoiled and Lisa tried to surge forwards, but David’s hand curled around her collar and held her in place.

“Not so fast, pet,” he growled. “She’s Lillian’s **** now and Lillian is allowed to punish her for anything or even nothing. I hope you like the sight of your little friend in tears.”

Lisa shook her head, trying desperately to find words but none would come. Lillian was holding Stacy’s collar in one hand, her other curled around the girl’s right nipple. Her fingers were closing, pinching and twisting. Stacy writhed, her face going pale. ****, ragged moans erupted from her mouth.

“L-Lillian-” She stated but Lillian gave a vicious twist and Stacy’s words became a jumbled yelp of pain.

“Mistress,” Lillian growled. “Mistress to you, ****. Never forget it. Now what is it that you wanted? Better speak fast before I get bored.”

She pressed her knee up between Stacy’s legs, grinding it against her pussy. Stacy twisted, writhing as pain and pleasure flowed through her.

“Mistress,” Stacy spoke quickly, her face flushed red, and she looked like she wanted the earth to open up under her. “Please, please, please!”

Stacy was begging for mercy, her voice was **** and low. Each time she spoke, Lillian would twist a little and Stacy’s body would shudder. She continued to work her knee against Stacy’s pussy too, grinding it back and forth as if she wanted to make the blond girl cum right here in front of them all.

Lisa wanted to turn away, but her eyes were glued to the scene. Talons of guilt tore through her, every sound Stacy made was like a slap to the face. A deep, crushing guilt had descended upon her.

Her fault.

This was her fault. She’d set this up with the rulebook! She hadn’t thought through her rules! She’d allowed this to happen and somehow it hadn’t been erased!

She’d done this just as surely as Lillian…

Inside her, something was screaming. She knew she could fix it! Make it better! Or at the very least, she could save Stacy.

But that would require sacrificing herself. Throwing herself to Lillian’s mercy, and as the black-haired girl was currently proving, she had none.

“What is it, ****?”

Lillian’s hand crashed down against Stacy’s chest again. Her breasts jiggled, the slap was ringing and strong. She yelped and cried out, her back twisted and her spine arched.

“Please!” Stacy begged. “I…I haven’t done anything to be punished! You don’t…you don’t need to do anything like this!”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

Lillian’s hand moved from Stacy’s collar, cupping her chin softly, she stared into her eyes.

“I want to. You’re my little **** now, until the day you graduate. I can do anything to you that I want. You don’t have to be bad to be punished, you stupid slut. You’re going to be punished every single day between now and then. I’m going to take you and grind you down and make you a mindless little toy. A slutty whore whose only role in life will be to service your betters.

“I’m going to show you pleasure and pain and humiliation, and I am going to make you cum in front of everyone you ever knew. By the time I’m done, you won’t even be a college ****. You’ll be below that, you’ll be the college whore, naked and wet and broken. That’s the future I’m going to give you.”

Lisa snarled, she knew she couldn’t allow that to happen! Again, she tried to surge forward. Again, David held her back.

“Lillian’s a real piece of work, isn’t she?” He said. “And to think, Lisa. It’s all because she wants to hurt you. I don’t know what you did to piss her off, but it must have been something big.”

It hadn’t been. That was the thing. The truth was that Lillian was just that spiteful. Lisa and Lillian had been enemies from the moment they met, but nothing had ever caused it. It was like the very opposite of love at first sight, a deep and total loathing that each knew the other shared.

Stacy made a low groaning sound, gasping and moaning. Lillian was still grinding her knee into her pussy. She was wet and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

“Please!” Stacy gasped again, her voice was low and quick. “Not like this! N-not in front of my friends! Please don’t make me cum like that!”

“Oh, you don’t want to, is that it?” Lillian gave a cruel little smirk. “Well, if that’s the case I am sure I can work with that. You won’t cum, though I am sure you’ll beg me to by the end. You’re not going to cum again until the day you graduate.”

Lillian lowered her knee - now soaking with Stacy’s arousal - and her cruel fingers closed around the nub of the blond girl’s clit. Stacy’s whole body grew taut, and she gave an anguished cry.

“This little nub of yours is going to be your whole life,” Lillian promised. “You’re going to feel it throbbing, pulsing, wanting. I’m going to keep you on edge. Humiliate you every day. I’m going to make it so you want to cum more than anything else in the whole world, and I’m not going to let you.”

She gave a small twist, but it was enough. Stacy’s legs gave out and Lillian stepped back to admire her handiwork. Stacy knelt on the ground, a shaking mess. Her chest rose and fell so quickly, gasping for air, her skin slick with sweat and her pussy soaking with arousal.

“Please,” she could only moan, “Please, please, please…”

“I don’t know what you’re begging for, but there’s no point to it,” Lillian said. “Your ass belongs to me. From this day forward, you’re nothing but my toy.”

“Enough!” Desperation finally gave Lisa the strength to break free of David’s grip, pressing herself forward to the centre of the room. “Lillian, leave her alone. It’s me that you’re really after.”

Lillian turned, Stacy was still a quivering mess on the floor, but for the moment, she was ignored. The dark-haired girl’s eyes swept across Lisa’s body, resting briefly on her pussy before rising to her face.

“Maybe it is,” Lillian allowed. “But what are you going to do about it? By the way, you forgot to address me properly. I hope your master is going to punish you for that.”

Lisa flinched, a punishment by David was the last thing she wanted but she pushed that thought aside right now. Her heart was hammering, her courage was floundering. She knew what she had to do, how she could save her friend.

But she knew also it would damn herself.

She closed her eyes, gathering her strength. Reminding herself that Stacy was innocent, she didn’t deserve any of this.

“I’ll be your **** if you let Stacy go,” The words were spoken fast, before she could have second thoughts. Lillian would make her suffer for them and she didn’t want to hesitate.

“No.”

Lisa recoiled as if she’d been slapped. Of all the possible answers, that had been the last one she’d expected!

“No?”

“No,” Lillian smirked, enjoying the look of confusion which danced across Lisa’s face.

“Oh, you’re right that I want you to suffer. But you’ll suffer far more if Stacy here is the one in my power. Every moan, every gasp, every moment of pain or humiliating pleasure. You’ll know it was all for you. Your little friend is going to be your shield, and that’s the very worst I could do to you, isn’t it?”

“You…you bitch.”

Lillian waved a finger.

“You know I’m going to punish Stacy for that, right? For every insult, for every barb. For every time you’ve ever annoyed me. And oh, there were so many times.”

Stacy moaned, still kneeling on the floor. Her eyes were cast downwards, realising the doom that had descended upon her. Lisa saw the hopelessness in her body language and felt a surge of strength.

She couldn’t let it go like this.

“Lillian, please. You know you want it to be me. I’ll be your ****! You can punish me three times as hard! I…I’ll even give up what little rights I do have! College Slaves aren’t allowed to be permanently harmed, but I’ll cede all my rights to you. Absolutely everything.”

She couldn’t believe what she had just said, but the words were pouring out in desperation to save her friend.

“I’ll be totally and completely in your power, just let Stacy go.”

“I am afraid that’s not possible,” Anya spoke for the first time in a while. “Both of you were chosen by the random draw so both of you are slaves. Miss Lillian could certainly choose not to punish Stacy, or perhaps even trade her with David so that you were her **** instead. But she cannot release her.”

“Hey David, would you be up for a trade?” Lillian half turned, a smile showing that she was playing yet another game.

“I don’t know,” David said. “Would you make it up to me later? You know that Lisa is way more valuable than Stacy. She’s a total looker and I’ve always wanted to put her in her place. You’re asking me to give up that chance?”

“Nah,” Lillian said. “That’s not fair at all.”

A devilish look came into her eye.

“What about cooperation instead? You can help me have fun with her and you get Stacy to yourself. That sound better?”

“A little bit,” David admitted. “You really thinking about giving her up? I thought you said you weren’t about to do it for anything.”

“I am,” Lillian said, flashing Lisa a predatory look. “But only if that **** there convinces me she really wants to be my little toy.”

So that was how it was going to be. Lillian wanted her to humiliate herself. Just another game within a game. She closed her eyes, but the quick, gasping breaths of her friend hardened her resolve.

“All right, Lisa,” Lillian spoke. “You want to be my slut so much it’s about time you showed it. Miss Anya, do you mind if we borrow your desk for a moment?”

The desk in question was sturdy and old. Made of oak and worked in an elaborate pattern. It was honestly far too expensive looking not to have a story of its own, but right then Lisa didn’t care if it was the last of its kind in the whole world.

“Go to that desk,” Lillian said. “Spread your legs and grind against it until you cum.”

Lisa’s face coloured. She imagined what that would be like, grinding her pussy against the hard, wooden desk as David and Lillian watched. She could never do that. Never!

Except that if she didn't, Stacy would be doomed. Poor, innocent Stacy. The friend who had trusted her, who she’d dragged into this with the rulebook. Guilt and shame twisted in her mind, and she looked to Anya. Hoping against hope that the principal would put a stop to this.

But she did not. She nodded slowly, stepping away from the desk to make space for Lisa.

“Of course,” Lillian said. “You don’t have to do it. But if you don’t, Stacty is going to suffer for everything that you’ve ever done to me. Every time you’ve made me mad, which we both know is a lot. And because you’re David’s **** anyway, I bet I can convince him to make you watch.”

Bitch!

“Lisa,” Stacy moaned from where she was kneeling on the ground. “You don’t… you don’t have to do it. You know I’d never want you to get hurt and if Lillian’s your master…”

Her voice trailed off. They both knew that Lisa would be in for a lot more punishment than Stacy was.

But even so, she knew that she couldn’t abandon her to her fate. She felt guilt, shame, humiliation. But in spite of it all, she had her pride and her pride would not allow her to abandon a friend.

Lisa did her best to walk towards the desk with dignity. It seemed to loom. Her pussy was already wet, and her clit felt hot. Shivers traced themselves up and down her spine. Her skin felt both cold and hot, and she heard David reaching for his phone.

“I gotta record this,” he muttered. “Girl fucks a desk. Bet that’ll get some hits from the school.”

Her face burned at that. Lillian was watching her, an evil gleaming in her eyes. Sadistic joy was on her face.

“Do it,” she growled. “And as you do, beg me to take you as my ****. Make it sound **** and real, like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted in all of your life.”

She was already naked. There was nothing to take off. No way to delay the inevitable. Lisa stood on the tips of her toes, her hands closing around the sides of the desk. The corner jutted out and she lowered herself against it, pressing her pussy upon the hard wood. It was cold, unyielding. Her toes curled, and shame burned within her like a torch.

But she couldn’t stop. She had to keep going. Eyes pressed tightly closed, she began to grind against the corner, the wooden surface rubbing her pussy, spreading her lower lips with every motion. She moaned, the sound escaping her throat despite her best efforts. Her face was red, her pulse was pounding. She wondered how utterly degraded she must look right now.

Heat swirled through her and her grip on the table got tighter and tighter. Each thrust of her body sent quicksilver bolts of pleasure spiking through her nerves. She tried to stay quiet. but it was so, so hard. Her legs were trembling now, her pussy felt tight.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, why did it feel so good?

Her motions grew faster, and David laughed.

“Looks like she’s really getting into it, wouldn’t you say, Lillian?”

“I always knew she was a slut,” Lillian said. “But to get off using a table in front of her new master? She was born to be a ****.”

Why? Why couldn’t she stop? It wasn’t just because of Stacy anymore. Emotions and feelings roared through her, her body was throbbing. It felt so good! She tried to focus and to think through it, but it was so hard!

Lisa was gasping, and with each thrust her body twisted. Her spine had arched back as far as it could go, her grip on the table was so very tight! She was soaking, her pussy was pulsating with pleasure, wave after wave of it crashed through her. The hardened edge of the table was bringing her to an orgasm that she couldn’t avoid!

“Fuck,” David’s voice was deeper now, arousal dancing in his tones. “I’ve never seen her look this excited before. She really is into it.”

“Looks like someone had a fetish all along,” Lillian laughed. “Is this what you wanted, Lisa? You wanted to be used, to be made into a ****? To tease and toy with yourself for your mistress?”

Lisa shook her head, little needles of ecstasy and mortification pinning her very soul. Her legs were shaking, her body trembling. She was standing on top toe, grinding against a table for the amusement of her enemies.

How could she have fallen so far?

She still needed to fall farther too. She still needed to beg.

“A-ah,” she moaned, the pleasure rushing through her. Rising through her body, making her toes curl and her heart dance. “P-please Lillian! Please, please, please, please!”

She hated how she sounded. So weak, so beaten and **** and full of need. Was that really her right now? But she had to keep going for Stacy.

“Please make me your ****!” A spasm of pleasure rippled through her body and she loosed a keening moan. “Fuck! Ahhh! I-I want you to be my mistress! I want you to punish me!”

It was even worse because she knew that David was recording it. Her words were being saved, and she doubted that this was the last time she’d hear them.

“You’re just a little slut, aren’t you, Lisa?”

“Y-yes!” Lisa squeaked, her body flaring and her chest pounding. “I-I am!”

“Say it!” Lillian snapped. “Say the words.”

“I…I’m a little slut! Fuck! I’m a little slut, Lillian! M-mistress! I’m a little slut who is fucking herself with a table because she’s **** to be punished by you! To be owned by you!”

Each word was a whip of fire against her soul. She almost couldn’t believe she was saying it even for Stacy. It was so horrible, degrading herself and casting herself as some sort of toy. But Lillian would accept nothing else, and Lisa refused to let her friend suffer for something she had caused.

It’s for Stacy, she reminded herself. I have to protect her.

There was an orgasm boiling between her legs. Growing stronger and stronger. She was squeaking, groaning, grinding desperately against the table. Her heart was hammering.

“Please!” She gasped. “Lillian! David! Swap me with Stacy! Please, please, please!”

“Hmmm,” Lillian’s voice was cruel and cold. “I’m not convinced just yet. Why don’t you tell me that you’re a little slut who wants to be punished? Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it!”

Lisa’s voice was strained and high, her body was throbbing. The climax growing stronger and stronger. There were tears in her eyes and humiliation filled her mind. She promised herself that she wasn’t going to break, that she was far stronger than this.

“I love being punished!” The words tore free of her, each one an effort. “I…I want to be your punished slut. Your toy and ****! Please, Lillian, take me and use me as your college sex ****! Make my life a living hell! Just save Stacy! I’m begging you!”

Lisa tried to speak, to beg, to say more but before she could, the orgasm hit. Her eyes pressed closed and she cried out, ecstasy pounding through her body, snatching away her words, her air and even her thoughts. The table felt so good! She was cumming so hard, the moaning cries she made were almost feral as she slowly sank to her knees.

“Well, what a sight,” David’s laughter rained down upon her like boiling water. “Lisa, the tomboy of the college. The laughing, smiling tease who was always too good for us guys. And what’s this? She just humped a table to orgasm, begging to be Lillian’s **** all the while.”

He chuckled, pocketing his phone.

“Gonna have a lot of fun spreading that one around. I think I’ll start with all your friends, maybe even your sister. How does that sound?”

Lisa shook her head silently, the wetness of her arousal was trailing down her thighs. She didn’t look up, didn’t meet Stacy’s eyes. She didn’t want to know her best friend had just watched her cum like that.

“What do you think, Lillian?” David turned to the dark-haired girl. “Was that impressive enough for you to take her as your ****? Or is she stuck with me? I gotta admit, after that performance, part of me wants to keep her to myself.”

“I didn’t realise she was such a little slut,” Lillian delivered a verbal slap that made Lisa flinch. “I’m sure this is exactly what she wants to hear. She did seem to love being punished, but I am a woman of my word. You can have Stacy and I’ll take Lisa.”

Lillian stalked forward, her fingers closing around Lisa’s chin and forcing the young woman to look up and meet her gaze. She saw nothing good there. Predatory, delighted, full of lust and satisfaction.

“You think what you just did was humiliating?” Lillian whispered so only the two of them could hear. “It’s nothing, nothing, compared to what I am going to have you doing soon.”

She let Lisa go and spun, turning to Anya.

“The swap is official, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Anya said. “I’ll note it down in the records. David, you own the **** who used to be Stacy and Lillian, you own the **** who used to be Lisa. The two of you can use their original names if you like, but please do remember that anyone else doing so is going to be punished. In a minor way at first, or in a major way if they keep doing it or the violation is severe. Up to becoming a **** themselves if they are female.”

“I see,” Lillian said. There was a strange tone to her voice, and David turned to look at her.

“Thinking something?”

“Maybe. But not yet. Let’s not get greedy. We should enjoy what we have before looking for more.”

“I suppose that’s true,” David agreed. “What are you going to do with her now you have her?”

“That’s a stupid question. The answer is obvious. Anything I want.”

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The rest of the day was a kind of hell for Lisa. Lillian bound her hands behind her back with a pair of cuffs, forcing her to walk behind her in the corridors as if to show her off. Head turned and whispered conversations followed them both.

“Is that Lisa? Fuck, look at her!”

“Unlucky. She got Lillian as a master.”

“Yeah, feel bad for her but hey, eye candy for us. I wonder if this is all she’s going to do?”

“With Lillian in charge? No way.”

“Spread your legs and show them your pussy,” Lillian growled. Lisa hesitated for only a second, but this was still too long for her new mistress. Her body jerked as Lillian’s hand came down hard against her ass. The ringing slap filled her with pain and before she even knew what she was doing, she’d spread her legs for the crowd.

“On your knees, ****,” Lillian barked. “Looks like you need a lesson.”

Lisa collapsed to her knees, hating the squirming heat that was filling her. The crowd began to gather, excited whispers filled the corridor and people were already reaching for their phones! She wanted to shout at them to turn away, to look at something, anything else, but her voice wouldn’t work. Her pussy was still throbbing and she knew that this was only the start of her torment.

“Beg me for mercy,” Lillian hissed. “If you beg me, I might - might - punish you privately, Lisa. Otherwise, it’s going to be in front of all these people.”

Lisa’s voice caught in her throat. Part of her wanted nothing more than to beg. To spare herself whatever was coming next.

But the rest of her rebelled, refused to do that. To let Lillian win. She’d begged once, but that had been for Stacy. Never again. She wouldn’t make herself into the perfect little **** that Lillian wanted.

Her defiant glare only made Lillian’s mouth curl into a smirk.

“You know, Lisa. I thought you might be smarter than that. I’d hoped you wouldn’t be, but I thought you might. I’m glad that you weren’t.”

She raised her voice, speaking to the crowd now as Lisa knelt, so very aware of the wetness that was staining her inner thigh.

“Now, I know all of you have wanted a chance to see Lisa naked for a long time. She was always so coy, wasn’t she? So chatty and friendly, but never willing to do anything more. I bet it drove all you guys mad, and plenty of you girls too. Well, now here she is! In all her glory, little Lisa, naked as the day she was born! And what’s this? Looks like she still hasn’t learned to obey her mistress!

“For the next oh, ten minutes, you can all come up and touch her. Make her squirm for me.”

An expanding silence followed her words. Lisa’s throat was dry, and she looked back, but already knew there would be no mercy in Lillian’s eyes. The gothic woman grinned down at her, waiting for her to beg. If she begged, maybe she would be allowed to escape her punishment. But the look in Lillian’s eyes made her soul rebel.

She would endure it. She would take the shame, she would hold it and not let it break her.

She swore!

The crowd was coming closer now, Lisa gathered her courage and stubbornness. The hands of strangers began to trace her body. There were so many of them and they were all around her. Someone stroked her breast and she jumped. Someone else smacked her ass. She squeaked as a blond woman ran a hand through her hair. Someone else pushed apart her inner thighs.

Her muscles were taut, tight and ready to move. To fight, to try to throw those people off. But Lillian was just waiting for her to do that. She was watching, arms crossed, that stupid smirk not leaving her face. If Lisa resisted, she’d be in for a worse punishment later. All she could do was try to take it and not give in. Not let her new mistress have the pleasure of seeing her break.

Someone stroked her pussy, fingers running up and down her slit sent bolts of energy racing along her spine. Lisa quivered, the air caught in her throat. The fact that there were so many of them only made it worse. Her face was red. Her heart was pounding. People she didn’t even know were touching her, trailing their fingers across her naked body and soaking sex.

But worse was the people she did know. She saw them here and there among the crowd. Some of them tried to avoid her eyes, but none of them turned away. They were watching, so turned on. Some of them even came up to touch her themselves. When their hands met her naked skin, it almost burned. Lisa tried to close her eyes, but Lillian barked an objection.

“Eyes open slut!” She snapped. “No hiding from your new place!”

And so, Lisa was **** to endure. To sit and take it as the people thronged around her. Her pussy was the highlight of the event and after a little while, Lillia undid her cuffs and she was made to spread her lower lips, totally exposing herself to the crowd. Her face was so hot, and her body felt tight and shivery. The collar squeezed about her throat, a silent but constant reminder of what she was now.

Lillian had said that the session would go for ten minutes, but in fact, she allowed almost fifteen before she finally called it off. The crowd dispersed only reluctantly, leaving Lisa naked and trembling as she knelt on the floor.

“Did you like that?” Lillian asked her. “I hope so. Are you still so sure that not doing what you’re told is a good idea?”

Yes! Lisa’s mind screamed. Her pussy felt hot, wetness trickled down her inner thigh. The phantom touch of so many hands was still coursing through her nerves, but even with all of that, she refused to be broken. She glared up at Lillian, willing her to drop dead on the spot. If looks could kill, she’d have burst into flames there and then.

Instead, she laughed.

“Good. I want this to be fun. It would be worthless if you broke too soon. I’m going to take you to pieces, Lisa.”

“Fuck you,” Lisa growled. “I’m not going to let you win.”

“Think so? From where I’m standing, you already have.”

Reluctantly, Lisa was pulled from class to class, shown off by Lillian in every way. She was **** to squat naked beside her desk as the teacher gave a lecture. She was made to stroke her pussy with her fingers when she was called up to answer questions. She was humiliated again and again, and each time she broke one of Lillian’s rules - which Lillian often didn’t even tell her about beforehand - she would be punished severely!

Lisa had at least hoped to see Stact during one of their classes, to know that her friend was all right, but neither Stacy nor David was present even when they should have been. A fact that Lillian was quick to remind her of.

“Do you think your little friend is having her brains fucked out right now?” she asked. “How **** do you think she is? Oh, I imagine that she’s just squealing for more.”

By now, Lisa knew better than to rise to the bait. Lillian was looking for a reason to punish her and they both knew it. She did her best to protect her dignity, though she had precious little of it left by then.

By the end of the day, she’d been naked, paraded through the halls, groped by strangers and former friends. She’s been made to stroke her pussy, knelt naked in class, and pushed closer and closer to the edge through all of it.

But, besides from the first time using the desk, she had not been allowed to cum. Part of her was grateful. The idea of climaxing in public, in front of all those people was one of the most humiliating things she could imagine. But that only made her more wary. Lillian certainly wasn’t sparing her feelings and she had to know that Lisa would have despised that so much. It would have been a key weapon in her quest to break her down.

So why hadn’t she done it?

She didn’t know and that lack of knowledge was a whole new kind of ****. She felt like she was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Lillian to spring some nasty surprise on her. The day grew older and she got more and more tense, but the longer she waited and the more nothing happened, the more sure she was that Lillian had some scheme in the works.

Though for Lisa, it seemed like an eternity, eventually college was over for the day. She wasn’t particularly surprised when Lillian announced that she’d be going home with her instead of returning to the place she shared with Diana.

Diana will figure something out, she told herself. She has the rulebook, and she was always the smarter one of us. She’ll get me out of this, and then we can both save Stacy.

I just need to hold on!

But holding on was looking harder and harder, especially when they arrived at Lillian’s house. It was a large building, not one of the dorms for the students who had nowhere else to go. Lillian, it seemed, came from money and could easily afford her own home on the outskirts of the city.

“In you go, ****,” Lillian said, directing Lisa towards the front door. “And don’t mess anything up! I’ll get your sleeping arrangements sorted out soon, but first I feel the need to unwind.”

Was she really going to do that? Just leave Lisa here and go off to do her own thing? For a second, Lisa didn’t believe it, but then she realised there was no reason not to. Thanks to the Rulebook, she was legally Lillian’s ****. Even if she ran away, so what? She’d be caught and returned. Lillian was right. There was no reason to guard her at all.

Except that she still had one advantage that Lillian didn’t know about. The rulebook! And a sister who knew how to wield it. With that, Lillian’s control wouldn’t last long and Lisa was already swearing that once she broke free, she’d pay all of this back with some new rules of her own.

Thoughts of **** salved her pride, but it wasn’t long before she was called upstairs. Lisa padded across the rich, purple carpet. Lillian’s sense of decor had always been gothic and it seemed that extended to her home as well. She favoured open spaces, rich carpets and deep colours in dark shades. It was obvious as soon as you stepped in that she had money to burn. What normal girl could afford all of this?

But Lisa had little time for that. She could hear the sound of running water and knew that Lillian’s time for relaxing had nearly concluded. As she approached the door, it edged open and a flush of steam filled the hall.

“Took your sweet time,” Lillian stepped through. “We’re going to have to work on that.”

Lisa might have had something smart and clever to say, but words fled her at the sight of her nemesis. Lillian was naked. It was the first time that Lisa had ever seen her without anything at all. Her dark, long hair -soaked with water - was sticking to her back. Her skin was pale, edged slightly in pink from the heat of her shower.

Despite everything bad she had to say about Lillian - and Lisa had a lot bad to say about Lillian - she would at least admit the other woman was in shape. She did not allow even an ounce of unneeded fat. Her legs were trim, her figure was shapely. Her breasts were tipped with dark pink nipples. Lisa could not help but feel her gaze sink slightly lower, noting that Lillian shaved her pussy. She had no hair anywhere but on her head.

“Follow me, ****.” Lillian snapped her fingers and started to walk. With no other choice, Lisa followed.

“I have been thinking,” her master said. “Of the future. Of how things are going to go from now until you graduate. Or perhaps even further.”

They won’t even last for a week! Lisa thought but did not say. She did her best to keep her face neutral, refusing to give away her hope.

“I am sure you’re wondering what I mean by that,” Lillian said. “I am sure you’re planning to escape somehow. Plotting to get away from me. But that’s not going to work. Firstly, because I still have David and Stacy. Oh, did you think little Stacy was safe now? She isn’t.”

Lillian had led them into the living room now. There was a table, a series of chairs and a sofa sat in front of a wide-screen TV. The dark-haired woman moved to a drawer and opened it, taking out a large toy which she handed to Lisa.

“Insert.”

Lisa didn’t have to be told where. She hated it, and she hated how part of her instantly started to obey. It was something about the voice, something about the way that Lillian spoke. She did not merely expect obedience, she anticipated it.

The toy was hard and ready, it was a dildo, the tip was tapered and the shaft widened as it went. The surface was made of a soft kind of plastic, but it had been ridged and spiralling textures played along the main body. Lisa had played with toys before, but she had never seen something like that.

Her pussy was already throbbing. A whole day of being teased at the college had left her wet and wanting. Even so, she felt a flood of disgrace and humiliation as the tip pressed into her lower lips. The toy grew broader as it went, and Lisa started to moan as it slid inside of her. Inch by inch, it **** her lower lips apart. Her pussy tingled, her clit burned. She gasped and shuddered and moaned, her face aflame with the shame of her exposure.

She was fucking herself with a dildo as Lillian watched! The other woman was sitting on the sofa, her legs slightly parted. A grin on her face and a remote of some sort in her hand.

As soon as the dildo was deeply inside of her, Lisa learned what the remote did. Lillian hit a button and a spike of pleasure rushed through her body. Her legs went weak and she tumbled forward, catching herself with her hands and knees. The toy was vibrating! Slowly pulsing, each movement sparking tightness and heat in her pussy. She tried to speak, but could only loose a low, wanton moan.

“That’s how you should look, Lisa,” Lillian taunted her. “On your knees, so ****. Do you want to cum, ****? You’ve already had one orgasm today so I probably shouldn’t give you another. But I am a good mistress.”

She extended one of her legs, her feet inches from Lisa’s face.

“Lick.”

Lisa recoiled, a look of disgust on her face. Lillian’s foot was still damp from the water and probably as clean as it would ever be. But it was still a foot! Just the thought of licking it made her stomach churn, and she looked up with new defiance.

“I won’t.”

Lillian didn’t look annoyed, in fact, she seemed amused. She grinned from the sofa, her foot still extended.

“A brave choice for a ****. You know you could be punished for that?”

“I’m not going to lick your feet!”

“Oh, I promise you that you are. One way or another. You can either accept that and be a good little **** or you can fight it.”

She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming and eager.

“Go on. Fight it. Give me a reason.”

Lisa’s hands clenched. She looked from Lillian’s face to her outstretched foot. Was she really thinking about doing this? Some part of her was still recoiling. There had to be some other way! Licking and sucking another woman’s feet? A woman she hated like Lillian? That would be like the ultimate defeat! Shameful and dark and so humiliating.

Which was exactly why Lillian was doing it, of course.

Lisa’s insides boiled. Shame and rage wrestled for supremacy, the hard feeling of the toy between her legs reminded her of her current status. A naked, collared **** kneeling on the floor before her owner.

“Lick. it.”

Lillian pressed her foot against Lisa’s face again. The dark-haired woman flushed in shame. She had ****, but…

She glared, hating Lillian’s mocking look of smug victory. Her stomach churned, and the world seemed to narrow to two choices. If she disobeyed, Lillian would punish her even more severely. She was sure that her rival would delight in dreaming up something particularly nasty and remind her that it was her fault while she did.

Lisa shuddered, already well aware of how far Lillian could go just after today. Certainly, the best option would be just to do as she was told, but…

She looked down, seeing Lillian’s foot still hovering there. The idea of taking it and putting it in her mouth made her pulse race. It was humiliating and degrading, but what choice did she have?

“Tick, tock,” Lillian taunted her. “Running out of time, Lisa. if you don’t choose soon, I might decide that you’re refusing.”

Slowly, as if trying to draw the moment out, as if trying to deny to herself that it was really happening, Lisa reached for Lillian’s foot. She had ****, she told herself. It was only temporary. She’d get away and when she did, she’d make Lillian pay for all of this!

The anger helped, but only a little.

Lillian’s feet were soft, the skin freshly scrubbed and slightly pink. But even so, it took all of her willpower to bring her face down towards them. Lisa wanted to wretch, there were tears prickling the corners of her eyes as she opened her mouth.

Slowly, hesitantly, her tongue lapped out.

It tasted gross. Even washed, feet were still feet. She wanted to gag, to drop them and recoil. But one look at Lillian’s face froze that thought into nothingness.

She had to keep going.

She wanted to wretch, she wanted to pull back, the very thought of what she was doing filled her with such humiliation, it filled her with such shame. She felt low. Lower than low. She was on her knees licking another woman’s feet!

And if she stopped, she would be punished.

But worse was the toy, it churned inside of her. Waves of vibrations pounding and resonating within her, twisting her pussy with pleasure and filling her nerves with heat. It made her helplessness all the worse, for even as she knelt and licked and sucked Lillian’s toes, her pussy was throbbing. Her clit felt hot. She was so turned on, the toy pushed her further and further even as she desperately tried to resist.

Was she going to cum to this?

Was she going to cum to sucking Lillian’s toes?

Fuck, she hoped not! She had to fight, to resist, to muster all of her strength but…

But it was so hard. She felt so small, so helpless, so utterly degraded and far away from any source of help.

The worst part of all was the knowledge that she had caused this. This was by her own doing, by the rules that she had made.

“Well, your tongue feels good anyway,” Lillian commented. “I suppose that’s at least one part of you that I can appreciate. Now, where was I? Oh yes, of course. Little Stacy. I bet you think you were clever. You saved her. Oh sure, you threw yourself to me like meat to a lion. But at least you saved Stacy.”

Lillian’s finger jabbed down on the remote and Lisa let out a squeal! The toy’s throbbing vibrations kicked up a gear, and she started to gasp, her eyes half closed. She could barely hear Lillian speak.

“You haven’t saved her at all. You were so **** to play the hero. So eager to make the heroic sacrifice. Was it worth it, Lisa? On your knees licking my feet, do you feel like a hero yet?”

Lisa wanted to curl up. She hated it. One of Lillian’s toes was in her mouth, her tongue playing along its skin. The toy was throbbing, filling her with ecstasy and making her pussy boil. Her legs were shaking, her breath coming in great heaving gasps. Humiliation stained her face, and she wondered how much further she could fall than she already had.

But then Lillian spoke again and showed her exactly how much further there was yet to go.

“You’re an idiot. Stacy is exactly as safe as you are right now. David is her master and did you think I couldn’t control that horny fool? I could bend him around my little finger with a few words. ‘’Oh David, you’re so handsome.’’ ‘’Oh David, I want to fuck you so much. But first, let’s have some fun with that **** of yours…’’

Lisa shook her head, denying the truth in Lillian’s words. But it only made the gothic woman laugh.

“You know I’m right. You fucked up. But hey, don’t blame yourself. No matter what you did, you were always going to lose. If you’d stayed David’s ****, I’d have done the same to get to you. Do you get what I am saying? There is no way to win. There never was. That’s why I didn’t care about your offer to become mine at first. Because whether you did or not, Lisa, you were always going to end up exactly like this.”

Lisa wanted to shake her head. She wanted to deny it all. But Lillian’s words landed like hammer blows. One after the other shattering her defences, her illusions. Lillina’s foot was in her mouth. The toy tormented her pussy. She was breathing so fast, her muscles had grown taut.

Lisa writhed; shame and defeat weighed on her like the heaviest chains in the world. Lillian’s taste filled her with a desire to wretch. She was so low, so beaten, so defeated that Lillian hadn’t even wanted her to lick her pussy. Just her feet.

And thanks to that stupid toy, she was going to cum from it!

She could feel it building, the feeling growing and growing, she tried to hold it back, but it was no use. The orgasm was cresting. Lisa was going to cum sucking Lillian’s toes and she couldn’t stop it!

Thinking was hard. The pulsing, throbbing toy in her pussy felt so good. She was gasping and moaning. She had to resist, had to fight back! But it was so hard. Her body was trembling, her nerves were screaming! She didn’t want to cum! Not like this! Not to this!

But Lillian’s toy was leaving her little choice.

She could only desperately try to hold it back. Bent over, sucking and stroking and caressing Lillian’s feet with her tongue. Tasting her, feeling the disgust, the shame and the utter defeat that welled up inside of her as she worshipped her owner.

“I bet you’re waiting for big sister to save the day,” Lillian went on. “That’s your next hope, right? Diana. She’ll come and save you somehow. But that’s not gonna happen, I’m afraid. I have you right where I want you and I’m not going to let you go for anyone. You’re mine, you see. After all the times we fought, all the times you annoyed me, all the times you looked down on me…

“Well, look who is on her knees now. Do you really think I’d give this up for anyone? Ever? Oh believe me, Lisa. This is only the start.”

Lisa squealed softly, her back arched, her hands clenched into fists. Fuck, fuck, fuck, the orgasm was getting so close! She had to fight it but she was losing ground! It felt so good, but that pleasure only fed into her utter defeat and humiliation. She felt as low as she ever had in her life. The blazing ecstasy that rippled through her pussy only served to drive in her utter defeat.

The rulebook! She…she had to focus on that! That was her way out! The one thing that Lillian couldn’t plan for!

She had to hold that in her mind!

Lisa yelped, the thundering power of the toy edging her closer and closer to her climax. Squeaking gasps tumbled from her mouth. Her chest rose and fell, faster and faster and faster and she could barely think. It was coming! She was cumming!

Fuck!

The climax rocked her. It was both explosive and all consuming, whipping through her body with ferocious speed and strength that left her no ability to resist at all. The pleasure stabbed like a blade, rending her willpower to pieces and reducing her to gibbering pleasure as her eyes closed tight and waves of ecstasy pounded through her very being.

It was one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had. If things were different, maybe she could have enjoyed it. But Lillian was there to prevent that.

“Did you just cum with your owner’s foot in your mouth? What a little slut.”

Lisa’s shoulder slumped, the words like a knife to the gut. The pleasure and the ecstasy still crackled through her, but it only made her feel more humiliated. More low.

“That was quite the show,” Lillian said as Lisa slowly regained the ability to think. “I wonder if we should do a repeat performance tomorrow at the college?”

Lisa said nothing. She couldn’t speak. Her whole body was shivering. Her gaze was cast low, towards the floor. She didn’t dare look Lillian in the face.

The rulebook, she told herself again and again like it was some mystical chant, I have the rulebook. As long as I have the rulebook, I can undo all of this.

“I know you’re not beaten yet, Lisa,” Lillian said. “I know you’re still planning to resist me. Good! It’s what I want. I want to break you down bit by bit. If I won so early, I’d be upset. I want you to hate me, to struggle against me. I want you to throw everything you can at me. That way, when you finally do break it will be all the more fun.

“So let me put your mind to rest. You’re not getting way. Diana can’t save you. Stacy wasn’t saved by you. You’re my **** now, and I am going to toy with you for as long as you keep entertaining me. And we both know that will be for a long, long time.”

The rulebook! Lisa clung desperately to her very last hope, like a drowning woman holding tight to a chunk of flotsam. She just had to use the rulebook and all of this would be over!

“Now get some sleep,” Lillian suggested. “Tomorrow is a whole new day.”