They Are Stripped on Stage

Lisa felt like her chest was tightening with each breath. Her skin tingled, and her body felt heavy. She didn't quite know what to think anymore, the heat of the light was un comfortable, a constant reminder that everyone's eyes were on her. She knew that her face was red, how many times had she dreamed of a moment like this? How many times had she pictured something happening that came even close to this? Her hands were shaking, and even she didn't know whether it was due to anxiety or anticipation. it was everything she had ever hoped and more, and yet also, something else as well. Stacy had never played any part in her fantasies, yet she was caught up in it as well. She had been selected to serve as one of the slaves, something that Lisa had never intended when she had written that rule into the book.

Why? Why would it do something like that? Had the book picked this out intentionally? To show her something? or was it simply that her actions had been without thought? Had arousal done away with her higher thinking capabilities, clouding the fact that everything might not turn out as she had expected? If so, it would hardly be the first time this had happened to a human...

She looked to the side again. Stacy was standing stock-still; her features were pale. Her long blond hair lying flush against her skin. She almost looked like a deer caught in the headlights, which was appropriate, since they were both under the spotlight. Lisa swallowed, trying to make her jaws work. Trying to make her voice strong. She wanted to turn to Stacy and apologise, to tell her that she hadn't mean any of this, and that she would undo it as soon as she could. But how could she? How could she explain all of what had happened? A magic notebook that altered reality? Would her friend even believe her? And in front of all these people too...

No. It wouldn't happen. Too dangerous, too unlikely to be believed. Better to sit on it for now, and change it later, tonight. Yes, that was what she would do...

In the meantime, there was nothing for the two of them to do but endure the coming humiliation. Her mouth felt dry, her pussy ached at the thought of it. She knew she was getting wet, and she also knew she couldn't have stopped herself if she had tried. Here she stood on a stage, surrounded by her classmates and everyone from the college, from the staff to her very sister, and in a few moments, they were going to see her naked. It was like the classroom but more, her skin burned with anticipation. Her nerves jingled, and she felt light-headed.

"Stacy." Miss Anya said. "Lisa, please remove your clothes."

"Y-yes." Stacy said. The blond-haired girl was wearing a tank top, as well as a pair of shorts. Black tights clung to her legs, showing off her figure nicely. As for Lisa, she was wearing a long skirt, and a modest blouse. Nothing spectacular. After all, today was not going to be a day for clothes.

As Lisa watched, Stacy began to shrug off her top. Drawing it up and over her head. Her skin was pale and smooth. It almost seemed to glow under the spotlight. She was wearing a lacy bra, and her face flushed as she realised everyone could see it.

Lisa started to work as well. Slowly, she bent over, undoing her shoes and kicking them off. Next came her socks, so she was standing barefoot on the wooden stage. The feeling of wood against her bare soles made the whole thing feel real to her. She gasped to herself. it was happening. It was really happening.

The crowd watched as Lisa undid her skirt, pulling it down over her long legs. Her skin felt warm, the gaze of hundreds of people washing over her like a flood. Her throat felt dry, and her arms were shaking. Still, she went on. Undoing her blouse, and shrugging that off as well. Standing up in front of the whole college in only her bra and panties. She felt weak at the knees, the crowd was watching her, talking about her. Several of them were gesturing, and she had no trouble imagining what they were talking about. Were some of them betting on whether she was shaved or not? Were some of them wondering which toys would be used on her and when? Were some of them wanting to be the one who would be her master? Yes, yes to all of these things and more.

Her face flushed red. Her hands shook as she slowly bent them around her back, finding the clasp to her bra. With trembling fingers, she undid it, feeling the fabric against her chest go lax. She paused then, looking out over the crowd. Seeing them, seeing them all. Some of them were leaning forwards, their eyes full of lust. Others were sympathetic, yet others relieved that it wasn't them out here. Yet more were more turned on by their predicament than their naked bodies. Lisa wasn't stupid, she knew that she was good looking. she had all the looks of Diana, and none of the ice queen reputation. She was widely considered fun to be around, so a lot of the boys had wanted to see what was under her clothes. Few of them had ever had the chance, but now she had ****... now they were all going to see it...

She slowly lowered the bra to the ground, exposing her chest to the whole college. As she did so, she felt herself growing more and more aroused, the idea of so many people looking at her made her tingle. Her nipples had grown stiff, and she wondered how many people were seeing that for the truth it represented. Next, she hooked her thumb and finger into the waistline of her panties, and slowly, inch by inch, drew them down her legs, kicking them off and then standing straight up for a moment. Her mound was totally exposed, and it felt stronger than she had ever expected, the simple sensation of wearing nothing in front of so many. Their eyes were on her bare body, tracing her curves, her legs, her chest and her pussy. She moved to cover herself with her hand, but Anya intervened.

"None of that." She said. "A college **** has to be used to nudity. It's going to be your default for the rest of your time with us, Lisa, so best get used to it. Now, cross your arms behind your back."

"L-like this...?" Lisa asked, as she slowly moved her arms as Anya indicated. Crossing them behind her back had the effect of pushing her chest out.

"Yes." The admin said. "Very good. Now your legs, widen your stance a little. Yes, like that. Make it so they can see absolutely everything."

"But it's embarrassing." Lisa said. "I can't believe so many people are watching me right now..."

"A **** has no right to refuse." Anya barked. "Do it, or you will be expelled."

"Y-yes!" Lisa yelped. "Right away, sorry for the trouble."

She did as she had been told, parting her legs so that the crowd could see everything between them. She hung her head slowly, wishing she had longer hair to hide her face.

Beside her, Stacy was in a similar position. The blond girl had been stripped totally naked. Her hands were at her side, and her legs were spread open just like Lisa's. The dark-haired girl could not help but compare their bodies, even as they stood together under the gaze of the crowd. After all, they had been friends for many years now.

Stacy's build was a bit stockier than Lisa's. Lisa, as well as Diana, both were of a slender frame. They had long limbs, smooth skin, and small to moderate sized breasts. Stacy on the other hand, was somewhat wider at the hips, stockier in the torso. She wasn't fat, far from it, but her bones were bigger, and she had a little bit more meat on her body. her arms and legs were more powerful, and her chest was bigger as well, Lisa noted.

"Good." Anya said, gesturing for a member of staff to take their clothes away. Lisa and Stacy watched as someone walked over, took their clothes, and moved towards the back stage.

"Tomorrow." Anya said. "As one of your first acts as slaves, I want the two of you to bring in all of your clothes. You're not allowed to wear anything that your master does not permit, do you understand? Anything you owned up until now will be held by the college until you graduate or earn it back."

"Everything?" Stacy blanched. "I-I mean tops and shirts, okay, yeah, and skirts and pants.... but panties and bras too? I-I thought we were allowed to wear those!"

"You are." Anya said. "But your master has to give them to your first. Until such a point, you will wear nothing. Nothing that is, except for these..."

She reached down to a box by her feet, and Lisa felt her breath catch. There were two collars there. Made of firm leather, with a metal nameplate, currently empty.

"These are your collars." Anya said. "You will wear these at all times, do you understand? If you ever take them off, for any reason, you will be subject to harsh punishment. Even your master cannot order you to take these off... though, he can certainly order you to wear them in a different way."

"A...a different way?" Lisa asked. "W-what do you mean?"

"Simple." Anya said, she demonstrated, drawing the collar tight with ease.

"It's intended to be worn around the neck. But it can be loosened or tightened fairly well. So it can always be worn around an arm or a thigh. In a pinch, it can even be used to bind both your arms or your legs, should your master deem that required."

She walked over to the front of the stage. Lisa shivered as her shadow fell over her. She closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the leather as it rubbed against the skin of her neck. Then, with a snap, it drew tight, not enough to constrict her breathing, but enough that she could feel it around her throat. An unmistakable pressure on her neck.

Next, Anyya moved to Stacy to do the same. The blond haired girl looked down at the stage as she felt the admin tie the collar around her throat. Then, Anya stepped back, as though to admire her work.

Moving back to the microphone, she started to speak again.

"From this moment on, these two are not students any longer. They are slaves. Their job is to do as their master commands them to do. They have no right to refuse him, or indeed, her if that should be the case. Their lives as they knew them beforehand are now over. To reinforce that, no longer will they be known by their former name. It is now against the rules to refer to either of these girls by the name they had beforehand. A first offence is a warning for you, and a punishment for the girl. A second offence will involve another assembly, and a more extensive punishment for the girl, as well as a more typical punishment for you. Grades will be deducted. A third offence will result in one of two things. If the offender is male, you will be suspended from the college for a period of time, and again, the girl will be punished most harshly. You will be **** to watch the video of that punishment upon your return. If the offender is female, you will be considered to have volunteered to join the girls as a **** for the rest of your time here. Is that understood?"

A long moment of silence rolled over the crowd. Lisa felt her stomach shifted, sharing a helpless look with Stacy. The two of them had the same thoughts. There were plenty of boys out there who would happily eat those punishments in order to see one of the two of them in such straits. As for the rest of it, Lisa felt so strange that her name had been stripped in this manner. She didn't know what to say about it, or what to think.

"Now, the induction will begin." Anya said. "The role of a **** is to obey her master, and the will of the master is likely to be sexual in nature. Therefore, the **** will have a long, difficult life ahead of them until they leave this college. To help prepare them for that, as well as to demonstrate to any potential master what can be done with them, we are going to spend some time on each girl. Helping them adjust to their new position and duties via applying them here and now, in front of you all."