The Trap Snaps Shut

When she was called to the office, Diana knew it was trouble. What could it be about but Lisa? What did they have on her? She was sure she hadn’t slipped up, she’d been careful, hadn’t she? She’d given them no openings.

Or so she had thought, anyway. But they wouldn’t be calling her in if they had nothing. She began to feel nervous, memories of what had happened to Lisa filled her mind, playing with her darkest fantasies.

She closed her eyes. Recalling how Lisa had looked when she’d found her in the gym. Lying on the floor, her legs spread, covered in the cum of so many guys.

Was this going to be her now as well? Did part of her want it to be?

No!

She would never let that happen. She was the only one left now. The only one who had a hope of stopping this. For Lisa and Stacy, she had to find a way.

Diana ducked into a female restroom. For a moment, her eyes rested on the mirror. The reflection of herself stared back. A long haired woman in jeans and a shirt. A casual attire, but with a reserved aura. Her eyes were analytical, her body language composed.

That was her. That was who she was.

Who the world knew her as, anyway…

But the image faded and in her mind, she saw quite another. She saw herself naked, on her knees, fucking fucked again and again. Being used like a toy, like a plaything until there were no more thoughts in her mind. Until all that was left was surrender.

She glared at the mirror like it had offended her. The image faded, replaced with the real copy.

“Never,” she growled. “Not in a thousand years. Not in a million. I need a plan. Just in case they do have something, I need an out…”

She looked down, fishing in her bag for the rulebook. The source of all of this, and her way out of it. A simple rule would deal with this situation. But before she could use it, a thought struck her like a dagger to the back.

How reliable was it? It had failed to save Lisa and Stacy. Some other **** was acting against it, that much had become obvious. Could she count on it now when her freedom was on the line?

But what other choice did she have? Without the rulebook, there was nothing! If she was being called, it was because someone had something on her. Maybe she could argue her way out of it, but if she couldn’t…

If she couldn’t, and if the rules didn’t work, then the rulebook might be discovered and she would lose that too. She couldn’t let that happen. It would mean the end for them all. For Lisa, Stacy and Diana, it would mean that there was no way back. That they were well and truly stuck like this.

She needed a plan. No, she needed a plan within a plan.

She looked at herself, catching the eyes of her reflection in the mirror. It looked pale, worried. She had no control. She had no control and the whole situation was spinning wildly. How did she get things back to where she should be?

“Move by move,” she told herself. “Step by step. Don’t go for the impossible right away. Build up to it. Make it improbable, then hard, then possible.”

She frowned, pacing slightly. She had little time. She was expected in the office soon. If she’d been able to sit and think, she knew she could come up with something golden!

But there was no chance for gold. No chance even silver. She did have a plan but..

Would bronze be good enough?

Did she have any choice but to find out?

Ten minutes later, Diana walked to Anya’s office. Her body was tense, her muscles taut. It felt like she was walking to her doom. The principal of the college was sitting behind the wooden work table. A stack of papers was piled before her, and as far as Diana could tell, there was no one else present.

“You called for me?”

Anya did not answer. The only sound was the soft tracing of her pen on the paper. The tension mounted and though Diana knew what she was doing, that didn’t mean it wasn’t working. She shifted from her left foot to her right.

After an eternity, Anya looked up.

“Diana. You have always been a good student here. Beyond reproach, even. All of your teachers say the same. You’ll do great things one day. You’re gifted.”

A string of compliments was not what Diana had expected, especially not when delivered by a tone that made it sound more like a eulogy.

“That’s right,” she said. “I’ve always tried to do my best, miss. I’m afraid I don’t understand why you have called me here. Did I do something wrong?”

“That depends,” Anya looked up at her finally. “What do you think about rules?”

“Rules?”

Was it the rulebook? Oh fuck, did Anya know about it? She had to play it cool, she had to keep control! Carefully, she schooled her face to an expression of neutrality.

“They’re important, of course. Some more than others.”

“Yes. Some more than others. And when rules are broken, a punishment should be assigned. Is that not also correct?”

“Sometimes,” Diana said, “but sometimes a rule can be unjust, wouldn’t you say? In that case, is it right to assign a punishment? You’re talking about Lisa, aren’t you?”

“Even now, you use her name,” Anya sighed.

“I didn’t think there was much point in pretending. You know I used it, don’t you? She was my sister. Do you expect me to forget that right away?”

“No, of course not,” Anya said. “I expected it to be a long process. I expected you to try - and fail sometimes - but ultimately succeed in the end and prove your teachers correct.”

“You want me to forget about her,” Diana’s fists clenched and she struggled to hold her composure. It was the rulebook, it was all the rulebook. The original Anya would never have been so cold.

But that didn’t help her deal with it now.

“It’s the law. The rules. She is your sister no longer. If you can’t let go of her then you’ll suffer also. I admit after the assembly, after you did so well, I had hoped that you would be able to do that. To let go. But it seems I was mistaken.”

“I used her name a few times,” Diana defended. “That’s all.”

“No,” Anya’s voice was grave and said. “I am afraid it is not. This goes far beyond that. I have been given evidence that not only have you been using the names of two slaves but you have been working to free them too.”

“I would never,” Diana’s throat was dry. She felt like she was dodging bullets. Weaving and ducking, knowing that even one mistake would end it all.

“I may have called her by her old name, but that’s a sister’s love. We are - were - family and part of me still cares for her. Still sees her as Lisa. But I would never go around the rules. Don’t you see? That’s why I’ve been avoiding her! So I didn’t feel pressured, to avoid temptation.”

“I truly wish I could believe that,” Anya said.

“But sadly,” spoke a voice from behind her, “we have evidence to the contrary.”

Diana spun, finding a smug looking David standing with his arms crossed. Beside him, Lillian loomed. Diana felt a fiery fury rising in her gut, earthing itself in a burning plume across her mind as she spoke.

“Of course, it would be you two.”

“So you admit it?” Lillian said.

“I admit that you two have good reason to want to destroy me,” Diana growled. “Is having Lisa and Stacy not enough?”

“I’m rather afraid we want the full set.”

Diana turned back towards Anya.

“Do you see? They even admit it! Whatever they have told you, miss, you must see that it’s tainted! They want me as a **** and they’ll lie to get it.”

“Harsh accusations,” David said. “Got any proof? ‘Cus we’ve got plenty.”

“Sounds to me like the mewling of a little slut who knows she’s been caught,” Lillian added.

Diana’s face burned. She felt cornered, trapped. The two of them pressed in from behind her and Anya to the front. Not a single face harboured any kind of sympathy.

Her fists bunched, and adrenaline flushed through her body. She searched, looking for an angle, for a means of attack. If David and Lillian didn’t have too much on her, she might be able to turn this around. She just had to focus, to pick her words carefully.

“Miss Anya,” she turned again. “Surely you’ve heard by now of how badly Lisa is being treated by these two? It’s all over the school! Naked walks, random punishments…what they did to her and Stacy in the gym!”

“My opinion of their treatment is irrelevant,” Anya said. “Though I do admit I find it distasteful. The fact remains that those two slaves - the girls once known as Stacy and Lisa - are their property now and barring some very specific exclusions, they can do what they want to them.”

“I know that,” Diana said, thinking quickly. “But their cruelty gets to you, doesn’t it? And they want to make me a **** too. That’s what they’re after here. That’s what they have already asked for. But if you allow that, miss, you know they’ll treat me just as badly. Maybe even worse.”

“I am afraid that’s not something that should concern me,” Anya said, though her tone betrayed her true feelings and Diana leapt at her chance.

“But it does, doesn’t it? Look, miss, I admit I may have done some bad things. Maybe I even deserve to be punished. But would you really throw me to David and Lillian given how they’ve treated their slaves already? Surely if I’m compliant, I can be let off with a warning or a lesser punishment of some sort?”

For a moment, for a long, heart-wrenching moment, Anya seemed to be considering it. Then she gave a shake of her head.

“I am sorry, Diana. I truly, truly am. If it were a lesser crime, I’d be far more lenient. But my authority only extends too far, and working to free slaves is serious. Lillian and David have put in an official request for punishment and I have no power to deny them.”

It was as if the bottom had dropped out of the world. As if she was falling, plummeting. One moment, the future had been so sure, set in stone. She’d been determined and ready to free her sister and her best friend. Now, she was hurtling towards a destiny of chains and uncertainty, at the mercy of the two people she hated most in the world.

“Don’t worry, bitch,” Lillian’s hand closed around her shoulder. “Unlike your sweet little sister, I know you well enough to know that this is exactly what you want. You’re a masochistic slut.”

Diana shook her head, a look of anger flashing across her face. But Lllian only chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t expect you to give it up right away. I’m going to have a lot of fun dragging it out of you, Diana. Making you beg in front of your little sister will be everything that I’ve ever wanted.”