The Rules of Slavery

After lunch, the sisters moved off for the assembly. The College was a smaller one, if the size of their class wasn't enough of an indication, but it still had a building surrounded by the rest of the campus where meetings were held, and assemblies located. It was used once or twice a year, and generally ignored at all other times. Today, however, people were streaming towards it, and the crowd buzzed with excitement and anticipation, as well as nervousness. Lisa and Diana followed several others, as the building began to look up ahead.

"Hey!" Someone called, sticking their hand up in the crowd, and gesturing for them. "Lis'! Diana! Over here!"

The sisters exchanged a look, and then forged through the crowd towards the signal, combining their power to push through the people around them. Soon enough, they came to a group of three. One of them, the girl who had been gesturing so wildly. She was blond, with hazel eyes, a happy face was framed under a long fringe. She was wearing shorts, as well as a T-shirt, and grinning as she waved them over.

"Stacy!" Lisa greeted her friend, the two girls embracing for a brief moment before breaking apart again.

"What's up?" The blond said with a smile. "Been a few days since I saw you last, right? Anything interesting happen?"

"You have no idea." Lisa said with a smile of her own. "I totally forgot you were even here, Stacy. It's been so long since we shared classes."

"Oh, don't be dramatic." Stacy swatted her friend. "We've known each other for how many years? You didn't just forget me. I'm unforgettable."

"Maybe so." Lisa grinned. "But I can try."

That earned her another swat, but she skilfully dodged around it, moving to see the next member of the group. This one was male. He was muscular and strong, standing a head taller than most with dark hair and piercing eyes. His face was firm, but warm as he locked eyes on her.

"Jason." She said, smirking up at him. "How've you been doing?"

"Pretty well." He said with a shrug. "Been busy."

"Don't forget about me!" The last figure said, breaking into the conversation with a massive grin. He also was male. He had elaborate brown hair, done up in a deceptively simple looking style. Compared to Jason, his body was more wiry, and he was shorter. But he also grinned more widely, and his deep green eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Kyle." Diana nodded to him first. He looked towards her, his face growing a bit more serious for a moment as he nodded back.

"I heard your class took the big test the other day." He said bluntly. "A lot of the girls I talked to said it was really hard. You two do okay?"

"It was brutal!" Stacy complained. "I don't know about Diana and Lisa, but for me? Can you believe that we had to strip naked and let them do anything they want to us? It's insane!"

"You did it, of course?" Lisa asked, curiously.

"Well..." Stacy frowned. "Of course I did. Rules are rules and all of that. I didn't want to get kicked out of college for something so minor. But it was really hard, guys! You gotta believe me."

"I don't know..." Jason said with a grin. " A class full of naked women who will do anything you ask doesn't sound so bad to me."

"Bah!" Stacy swiped him next, playfully catching his shoulder. "Men! it was tough for us girls, wasn't it? Come on, Diana, Lisa, back me up against these two horndogs!"

"Well, I didn't really say anything, actually." Kyle muttered. "but just throw me in, sure..."

"You were thinking it!" Stacy gestured. "Don't pretend you weren't! You were in my class when we took the test! You were one of the guys assigned to me! I remember what you did."

"What did he do?" Lisa asked, concerned. "Was it bad?"

"Well..." Stacy considered. "No, I suppose not really... he just had my strip naked, and then he and the others posed me a bit, and made me tell them some things. But it was still really embarrassing."

"Way I hear it." Jason said. "Lisa and Diana got worse, right?"

"Something like that." Lisa said.

"What, really? Stacy asked. "You gotta tell me!"

"Why?"

"Um, because I want to know?" The blond flushed as she realised the nature of the information she was asking. "Ahaha, ah, sorry. My mouth runs ahead of me sometimes. I like to know things."

"It was fine." Diana said, frowning only slightly. "The test was very hard, but we all came through okay. I am sure that will be the end of it until next year."

"Except for the ****, of course." Stacy added. "I wonder who is going to get picked? It's the talk of the college!"

"Everyone is asking that." Jason nodded. "Some of the guys are already thinking about what they can do to the **** if they end up in charge of her. There's some weird alliance system evolving right before our eyes."

"What, really?" Stacy asked. "They're cooperating?"

"Yeah." Jason nodded. "A bunch of guys get together. Individually, they have very little chance of being the one with a ****. But if ten of them all agree to share her, then that chance is multiplied by ten, get it? The **** doesn't belong to one of them personally, but they all have a better chance of getting their turn."

"Cold." Lisa said.

"That poor girl." Stacy nodded. "I can hardly imagine having to serve one boy, never mind ten of them. That would be insane. The staff would have to step in, right?"

"Their role is to make sure the **** is safe." Jason nodded. "But other than that, I don't think they care. Whether ten or one claim ownership, so long as she goes to someone, the law is happy."

"That is harsh." Diana said. "But legal, as you said. On paper, probably only one of them would be owner. But so long as that one told her to obey the others, functionally, they would all be. Do you think the alliances will hold or fall through once someone actually gets her?"

"Dunno." Kyle answered for him. "Depends on the alliance. Most will probably break up. Greed, you know? But the ones between friends, or the more practical may hold out. We'll have to wait and see."

By now, they had entered the hall. The assembly hall was a large building, it was circular, with the centre being taken up by a raised wooden stage. To the left and to the right, there were stairs leading up to it. A speaker was set on a podium by the front. Behind the podium.

"Do you see that?" Stacy gasped, gesturing towards the stage, behind the podium. "Damn. They're not giving this poor girl a break, are they?"

"Doesn't look like it." Lisa answered, biting her lip as she surveyed the scene.

Behind the podium, in clear view of the rest of the room, the stage had been filled with various things. There were racks of sex toys, all lined up. There was a large metal wheel, which was connected to an upraised series of planks set into a large ''X'', just big enough for someone to be tied to. And indeed, near the apex of each plank, there was a leather strap. There were cameras recording, and even more boxes in the background.

"This is insane." Diana half whispered. "Look what they've got set up... they're not just going to choose the ****. They're going to humiliate her."

Lisa nodded, unable to talk, her voice caught in her throat for a moment.

Kyle was frowning.

"Whoever this girl turns out to be, she's never going to live this down." He said. "She's going to be recorded from every angle, and I am sure that's going to be uploaded to the net too... even once she leaves college, anyone who googles her is going to find this."

"So what?" Stacy said. "They can't hold it against her..."

"I suppose..." Kyle said, though it was clear by the tone of his voice that he did not agree.

"Welcome, welcome!" Called a voice as the students filed into the large room. Lisa turned to look at the stage, seeing that someone had climbed it now, one of the senior staff. The college administrator, a fearsome woman by the name of Miss Anya. She was in her mid thirties, with a severe looking face, and glasses. Most of the students had seen her only rarely, as she typically dealt with admin work, but it seemed this was important enough for her to be drawn in herself.

"Please take a seat." She said, gesturing to where the hall had been filled with foldable chairs. One by one, everyone did as they were asked, security flanked the doors, and more of the staff began to appear, standing at the back of the stage. The group - Lisa, Diana, Jason, Stacy and Kyle - all sat next to each other, several rows from the front, watching in rapt attention as the moments counted down until all were seated.

Once they were, Miss Anya went on.

"Thank you all for coming." She said. "As you must know, yesterday was the first National **** Qualification Test, or N.S.Q.T as it has been shortened to. All of you have done your part, for which we are very proud. The men and boys amongst you have helped to judge our female students, and our female students have done their best to be judged well. The new College **** Initiative which has recently passed has **** us to take on the position of, well, College ****. Based on the ratings that each female student scored, we have selected anywhere from one to three who will be taking up that position in the school."

The crowd murmured, but Miss Anya raised a hand to silence them.

"Before we tell you who is selected, allow me to lay out the duties of a ****. A College ****, from the point where she is selected, will no longer be part of the regular student body. She will be assigned to a master, selected via our own methods, who will take charge of her. The College **** has a duty to obey that master, no matter what they ask of her - so long as such orders do not lead her to lasting harm, or break any laws. Non-lasting harm is permitted to a certain extent, as the master will also take up the job of punishing the **** when she misbehaves.

"Now, as I said, the **** will no longer be considered part of the student body, technically, she will be a member of staff. As such, yes, she will be paid. That money can go to the **** or to the master, as said master dictates. The **** has a duty to obey her master, but she will also continue to take part in any courses or classes she signed up for prior to her new role. She will not be able to fail those, however. Bad grades will simply result in punishment of increasing severity.

"Finally, once she is selected, the College **** will be **** to endure a ceremony here, before you all. During this ceremony, she will be inducted into her new role, and ultimately **** to face her new position head on. I know it may seem cruel, but believe me, it's better for her to face it now.

"The following rules will apply to all College Slaves, excepting as otherwise stated by their master. Firstly, they will no longer be able to use their old name. It will be stripped from them. They will be given a new name at the closing of the ceremony. Next, she will not be permitted to wear clothes, except as directed by her master. Signed permission will be required to wear anything less revealing than a bra and panties, but her word will be taken as evidence enough if she is wearing less than or equal to that. I hope all of you girls are listening to this?"

She gazed around the hall, her piercing stare making several of the girls feel weak at the knees or shudder.

"Now that this is done." She went on. "We will begin the selection."

Author's Note: All right, so this is the part where you guys get to pitch in if you so desire. We're not doing multiple choice here (at least, not yet.) since I have a lot of other stories to work on too, and can't afford to increase my workload too much, but at the same time, I don't want to leave you all with no control, dear readers.

So here is what we are going to do. One of the slaves selected will be Lisa, because duh. But you guys can decide on a second one yourself from the characters introduced. You cannot choose Diana yet, I am afraid, but any other female character is acceptable.

Your options include:

Anna, the red-haired girl that was so embarrassed during the N.S.Q.T, the one who was made to tell everyone how she liked to touch herself.

The brown haired girl, the one whom Diana thought was mousy. The one she was paired with during her test. She is a timid, skittish student, who is desperately hoping not to get picked.

Stacy, the blond-haired friend who is so very chatty and happy. She's been friends with the twins since they were kids, and is treated practically as a third sister.

You guys have until tomorrow to decide via comments which one of those options you like. Should all options get equal votes, I will decide based on who makes a better argument, or who I think will work better. Should no one vote, I'll just run with Lisa alone.

The choice is yours.