The Induction Comes To An End

Anya didn't give them any time to compose themselves. She ordered the three who had not been enslaved - Diana, Kyle and Jason - to the front of the stage while Stacy and Lisa were gathered together. Both girls were an absolute mess by now. Their bodies were stained with sweat, their hair was all over the place. Their legs were stained with their own wetness, and their pussies were both visibly swollen. Stacy had sticky beads of cum speckled across her hand and face, while Lisa was glistening with sweat. Compared to the two properly dressed students that they had been when they had first entered the assembly hall? The transformation was shocking. It was, of course, exactly what Anya had wanted. She was prepared, a camera in her hands.

"The final step is two fold." She said. "Firstly, Diana, Jason, Kyle, I want you to renounce these slaves as your friends. Not only are they not your friends or family, they never were. Is that understood?"

Jason nodded, as did Kyle and Diana, though none looked happy with this.

"Then say it. Who are these women who stand before you?"

"T-they're slaves." Jason said. He tried to look away from Stacy as he said those words.

"They're slaves." Kyle said, dully, his old anger faded into resignation, his clothes half unbuttoned in his haste to dress.

"Just slaves." Diana said, repeating the chorus. "That's all they are."

"Yes." Anya said. "They are slaves. Their only purpose is to serve their master. Who they were before does not matter. From this moment, you are forbidden to use their names or interact with them in any familiar way. If you are seen to do so, they can be punished for it. Diana, you can be enslaved if you do it. They are not your friends. They never were your friends."

"I understand." Diana said.

Kyle was staring the floor. He glanced quickly to Lisa with a guilt ridden expression, before looking away.

"Yeah, I get it." He grunted.

"Me too." Jason said. "W-we never knew them."

"Very good. The three of you may now return to your seats."

As Diana, Kyle and Jason moved off, Anya turned back to the two slaves.

"One last task for you before the day is over. I am sure you are both absolutely exhausted."

She gestured towards Lisa.

"I want you to pinch your nipple's as hard as you can."

She turned towards Stacy.

"And you, I want to hold your pussy open for the camera, got it?"

"Y-yes, miss." Stacy said. She reached down, fumbling for the folds of her lower self. Her mound was absolutely soaking, swollen form the attentions of the vibrators which no one had yet bothered to remove. She held herself open, splaying her lower mouth for the whole college to see. Her cheeks burned red, and her eyes were cast down.

As for Lisa, she also did what she had been told. By now, her nipples were quite sensitive. They had been shocked, sucked, then teased by Kyle. They were puffy, and the feel of her own fingers twisting them was almost as painful as it was pleasurable. This was, naturally, why Anya had chosen to have her do it.

"Harder." The administrator said. Lisa nodded, her face growing taut as she struggled against the urge to release her nipples, she pinched them as hard as she could, slowly twisting them to keep her grip. Humiliation and pained surged through her, and her body screamed for her to let go. Anya watched, not allowing that, and after a few seconds, there was the flash of a camera.

"There." She said. "These pictures will be used to prove your identity as college slaves. They will be printed for you tomorrow, and given to your master in the form of a license. You can release yourselves now, by the way."

Lisa let out a sigh of relief as she was able to let go of her chest, her nipples complained bitterly, but she endured the pain.

"The two of you can now return to your home." Anya said. "The rest of your classes for the day are cancelled. Tomorrow, report to my office first thing in the morning to meet your master or masters. Remember what I said before. I expect you to bring in all your clothes. Also, from this moment on, you are forbidden to wear anything your master does not allow you to, so I expect you naked tomorrow, understood?"

They both nodded.

"Good." Anya's face became less stony, and more warm as she looked over them almost like two students who had done particularly well in a difficult test.

"The two of you rose to your position very well. I am proud of you. Keep this up, and you will be great slaves."