The Slaves are Selected

A silence seemed to overcome the audience, a sense of weight hung on the moment. Both boys and girls transfixed as Miss Anya gestured for one of her aids to approach. The man - a stocky, middle aged man in a white coat and dark jeans - was carrying a piece of paper about the size of a page from a notebook. Anya bent the mic away from herself as she leaned over to converse with him.

Lisa felt her stomach turning. Her heart was beating quickly, and she was having a hard time staying still, her body just sort of wanted to move on its own. Her eyes stayed locked on the stage though. Her breathing was rapid, and one of her hands had closed into a fist as she waited. This was it, she thought to herself as she watched the staff converse. This was the moment, this was what she had written for in the rulebook. She felt tense, and also quite worried; even though she had always wondered what it would be like, she still couldn't quite believe that she was here now, and that this was happening. Around her, the rest of the crowd was caught up in their own thoughts... some of them - both male and female - leaning forwards, body language relying their eagerness to see what would happen next, while others, again, consisting of both genders, seemed disturbed, worried, or even passive. This was a moment that she had never thought would come, and now it had, Lisa didn't know what she would do. In her fantasies, she had lived for things like this. She had wanted to be dragged out onto a stage, or made to strip, or used as a living advertisement for a sex toy shop. But those things had always been, well, fantasies. There was a layer of unreality to it, she could think about it so happily because it couldn't actually happen.

Now, though...

Now it was actually happening. How did that make her feel? What did she want out of it? Her logical mind was telling her that it was humiliating, shameful, that it should have been a terrifying thing to happen to her. But she wanted it, oh god how she wanted it to happen. Her throat felt dry, her heart beat fast. It was nothing like her fantasies, and yet it was everything of them. All she could ever have hoped for would happen in the next few minutes...

Abruptly, a thought flashed through her mind, something she hadn't considered before. What if they didn't choose her? She hadn't specified that they would in the rulebook. At the time, it had seemed fun. Allowing herself to experience that uncertainty, the same as any of the other female students. Now however, she wondered what would happen if someone else were chosen? What would she do? Would she alter it with the rulebook...? But if she did that, it seemed to take some of the joy out of her game. If she ensured it would happen, she wasn't being dominated, was she? She was just in control from a different angle. That was why she felt so calm and confident doing this, of course. But it also made it harder for her to enjoy the moment.

Anya finished her discussion with the aid, who handed her the paper, and then strode back into the darkness of the backstage area. The administrator moved the mic again.

"Apologies." She said. "It seems there was a slight matter of debate. Several names came up multiple times, and we needed to clear it up. We have now done so. The first College **** will be Lisa Cormack!"

The sound rang out through the assembly hall, magnified by the mic. Lisa paused, froze as she heard her own name ripple through the crowd. People were turning to look at her, both from the front row and the one behind. She could already feel their gaze. Some were horrified, others were leering, already imagining her naked body. Around her, the group of friends recoiled as though slapped.

"Ohmygod, Lisa." Stacy gasped. "They choose you..."

"Lisa..." Jason said, seeming to reach for words that eluded his gasp. "This can't be... I mean, there has to be some sort of mistake..."

Kyle looked too shocked to speak at all. Of their group, only Diana seemed somewhat unsurprised, since she had an idea that it was coming.

Lisa felt her heart hammering in her chest. She was so tense that she almost tripped as she stood up, someone turned a light on her from the main stage, and she realised dimly that many of the people around her had also risen from their chairs. She felt light-headed, her face was red.

"Lisa." Kyle hissed. "Don't do it. They can't **** you."

"Shut up, Kyle." Stacy hissed. "She'll get kicked out if she doesn't. No one wants this, but we don't have a choice."

"No!" Kyle snapped. "This isn't fair... I don't think... this isn't right..."

He seemed confused for a moment, his eyes widening as though he was fighting against the sense that this was proper. Was he actually facing down the rulebook...? Or no... Lisa realised. Not quite. When she had written the rules of the college ****, she'd said that it was expected and seen as something normal, but when she had done that, she'd been talking about groups, society as a whole. Even if society didn't see anything wrong with it, individuals still could. Kyle, it seemed, was one of those.

"It's okay, Kyle." Lisa said with a smile, or at least, her best attempt at one in the moment. "I can't believe they choose me, but Stacy is right. I-if I don't do this, I get kicked out, and....well, maybe it won't be that bad?"

"Not that bad? They're going to strip you naked and humiliate you in front of the whole college!"

"I know that!" She snapped. "But it's the law. We have to obey it, don't we...? We can't break it over something so petty?"

Kyle snarled, but Jason laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Let it go, man." Jason said. "Nothing we can do about it."

He shoot Lisa a long look, and Lisa nodded her thanks.

"Lisa Cormack!" Anya called out again. "Please make your way to the front page so that your induction can begin."

Reluctantly, the row began to lean back into their seats, or sit down if they had stood up, allowing her to proceed slowly towards the approach to the stage. As she passed her sister, Diana reached out and gripped her hand, Lisa turned back, and the two twins shared a look. For most of the school, it was expected. Merely one sister reassuring another. But to Lisa or Diana, there was more nuance. A silent reminder of the power they now held, and a silent promise of aid should it be needed.

Then, they broke apart, Diana sitting down against as Lisa started the long walk to the stage. Each step was harder than the last. She felt like her legs were held in glue, so much effort did it take to keep going with the gaze of the whole college on her back. She fancied she could hear the rumours, the whispered conversations.

''Who's that girl?''

''That's Lisa Cormack. She's been here for a year or two...''

''Pretty cute with her short hair, I wonder if she's cut short down there as well....''

''We're gonna find out, I guess...''

''Pity it's not her sister.''

''Pity it's not them both.''

''Whoever ends up her master is going to have so much fun with her....''

She ignored the conversations, and kept moving. Lisa swallowed, trying to lubricate her throat; the back of her neck was tingling from all the attention. Beneath her panties, her lower self was aching already as her arousal soared. This was it. This was what she had always wanted, wasn't it?

At last, she reached the stairs that led to the stage. She paused once to catch her breath. The very act of walking having been so much harder than she had thought. Then, she mastered herself, and climbed up. Instantly, someone focused a spotlight, catching her in the glow for all of the college to see.

She gulped.

"The next girl is..."Anya consulted the paper again. "Stacy. Stacy Renald."

Instantly, the crowd erupted into yet more whispers. It took Lisa moment to even realise what had been said.

Stacy?

Stacy was being called too?

She hadn't wanted that!

She hadn't told the book to do that!

But then... she'd set things into motion, hadn't she? She'd made rules with no idea how they would affect someone else. All she'd thought about was what they would do for her. She hadn't even realised that this could happen.

Her eyes wide, Lisa looked towards the group again, this time, her eyes finding Stacy. The blond haired girl was in her seat, her face pale with shock. Her hazel eyes were gazing into nowhere, and she seemed to be breathing heavily.

Jason and Kyle turned towards her. Lisa was too far away to hear what they were saying now, but by his body language, Kyle was very not happy. Slowly, shakily, Stacy shoot her head. Kyle gestured, but Stacy seemed to disagree. She seemed to be in total shock, she'd not expected this at all, nor had anyone else. Even Lisa was fumbling with the concept.

"Stacy." Anya said again. "Please come to the stage with Lisa so that we can begin your induction into your new role."

Stacy still looked absolutely dumbfounded as she reached for the arms of her chair, using them to push herself forwards. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but that was understandable given the shock. She started to lurch towards the stage, Kyle exchanged some more hurried words with her, but it seemed Stacy was fully under the societal acceptance of this new position.

Eventually, she managed to make it to the stage, climbing it to stand beside Lisa, surrounded by all the sex toys that might soon be used upon them. Lisa shot a look towards her, full of helplessness and surprise. Stacy still seemed out of it, but she was recovering now. The light was shining on both of them. Anya started to move back towards the mic, and while she did, Lisa reached out and grabbed Stacy's hand.

"Sorry, Stacy." She whispered. "I didn't think something like this could happen."

"I-it's fine." Stacy managed, though clearly she did not think so herself. She managed to shoot Lisa a weak glance. "At least we're together, right?"

"Yeah." Lisa said. "At least we're together."

"These two are the only girls who qualified for the new position." Anya said. "Stacy Renald and Lisa Cormack, the two of you are now being assigned the role of College Slaves. Since I have detailed you the information as this assembly started, I am sure neither of you need to be told again."

"N-no." Lisa managed. "W-we understand..."

Stacy nodded wordlessly, dreading what was to come next.

"Right." Anya said. "First of all, we will begin the induction. As I said, the two of you are no longer considered students of this college. You are, instead, specialized staff. The issue of salary will be taken up with whoever ends up being your master."

Our master.... Lisa thought about that word as it rang through her, creating an equal mix of dread and anticipation. She felt like she was in a dream world right now, and nothing was quite real. Here she was, in the assembly, about to strip naked for the whole college. Not just one class, but everyone, everyone would see her naked now. And it wouldn't stop there...

She looked back at the wheel, with its wooden frames, and leather straps, posed right in the middle of the stage.

No, it absolutely wouldn't stop there.