The Next Few Days

Over the next few days, it took a bit for Diana to get used to her new situation. With the clitoris piercing, she felt constantly exposed, as though something was gently stroking her down there at all times. The metal was hard to ignore, but she could just about manage it so long as she didn't walk too quickly. Of course, even if she had wanted to, wearing any panties was now totally out of the question if she didn't want to stimulate herself into a climax just moving about during the day. That combined with David's order not to wear trousers of any kind meant that she was constantly aware of the skirt she was wearing, and the breeze which reached uncomfortably under it. Never in her life had she been so aware of how she moved around other people, and each time she had to bend down or climb a set of stairs, she would feel a sort of worried edge to her thoughts.

She wondered if she was accidentally flashing people. The thought was absolutely humiliating, but with the skirts she was allowed to wear (All so short) and the fact that she couldn't wear panties, it seemed almost inevitable that someone would see something sooner or later. Added to this, taking classes was now a whole lot harder. Every time she sat down, she had to be absolutely sure how she was positioning her legs, and she was constantly aware of how everyone looked at her. When she was called to speak by a teacher, Diana had to struggle against the feeling of blood rushing to her face, feeling the gaze of the whole class turn to her. Desperately, she would try to act like nothing was wrong while at the same time feeling so sure that all of the others had to be seeing through it. How could they not know? With each movement, each stuttered word, how could they not realise that she was naked under her skirt?

The worst part was that the piercing made her more and more aroused, even as she tried to fight against it. She felt the metal rubbing against her clit, each motion she made translated to it, **** her to feel as though she was constantly being teased and pleasured. That was why, when the class looked to her, and she moved nervously from one foot to another, she would begin to feel hot between her legs, and her womanhood would get excited, stimulated by the motion so that the whole world seemed to close in around her, and Diana would struggle to speak, or to remember what she had been asked.

No one seemed to know what was going on just yet. No one but David, who leered at her openly when they happened to share the same classes, the sight making her skin crawl. Even if he couldn't see anything, the fact that he knew alone was enough to make her feel more and more humiliated.

Over a long day, Diana would become more and more aroused, until her pussy was practically aching to be touched, and she was terrified someone would see her wetness. She would sit in class, and try to fight against the urge to touch herself, even though the promise of pleasure filled her mind and intertwined with her thoughts. Sometimes, it would become so hard that during the breaks between classes, she'd sneak her way to the female bathroom, and if no one was there, she'd sit in a closed cubicle, and touch herself. Her fingers would play over her pussy, stroking her clit, and fingering the metal ring piercing until she came. She'd try to be as quiet as possible, but after a full day of being teased by the piercing, it would be very hard to keep silent. Moans would escape from the back of her throat, making her feel absolutely mortified at her inability to do even this.

When she came, Diana was sit for a while, and feel absolutely devastated that she had broken again. She knew that this kind of thing was exactly what David wanted from her, and if he knew that she was sneaking away to masturbate like this, he would surely be overjoyed. It felt like giving in to the power he had over her body, making herself more and more his tool, his ****.

Each time, she'd promise herself that it was the last, but next day, as the hours went on, and her pussy became more and more aroused, she would find the desire to do it again rising in her body, making her breath catch in her throat, and her nipples stiff,

She had to finish this. She had to finish this soon, because she could feel David's power over her growing and growing. He knew she would never abandon her sister, and so long as he had that power, she would have to do what he said. Diana swore that he wasn't going to break her, but she had to end this before he really got to either Lisa or herself.

Even through all of this time, she was still working through the list of possible rulebook holders, still trying to find the one whose power was holding them in this position. Day by day, the list grew shorter, the number of names grew less. But each day, both Lisa and Diana were subjected to new torments as well. It was a race, a race of endurance against anonymity. She knew that they could hold out, she believed it with every fibre of her being.

They just had to find out who was the other person with the rulebook.

Little did she knew that the other person, her enemy, had also grown tired of the game, and the final few moves were about to be played.