Chapter Three

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.”

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Lisa was pierced for a second time shortly after the gym. She had thought that just maybe Lillian would be content with piercing her nipples, but she soon learned that was not to be the case.

“The nipple piercings were just for fun,” Lillian said. “The others need a bit of an expert hand. I wouldn’t want to cause you too much damage, you know. Then you might miss out on the fun of everything else we’ll do.”

Lisa tried to pretend those words hadn’t rattled her, tried to put it out of her mind. But sure enough, after college one day, she found herself collared and taken to the tattoo and piercing parlour. There, in front of everyone else, Lillian ordered her to strip naked and present her pussy to the receptionist.

“I need this pierced,” Lillian said, tracing one finger along the outline of Lisa’s clit. Lisa wanted to scream, her face was red. People gathered around, but as soon as they realised her position, it was as if a switch had been flipped in their heads, she was a college sex ****, so this was okay. They could gawk and stare and comment on her body. It was all okay.

“A clit piercing?” Spoke the receptionist. “Those are hard to do, you know. You need someone who knows their way about the body.”

“Why do you think I came to you? Can you do it?”

“Of course I can.”

And they did too. Lisa was **** to sit in the chair, her legs spread, cuffs around her ankles as the strange woman bent over her pussy. She was probed and touched and teased until she wanted to cry out. The stranger stroked her clit, her motions were soft, slow and agonising. Her legs were trembling, she was so wet.

Lillian didn’t even allow her to have it done in private. The crowd watched, people were taking photos. It was the most humiliating moment of her life so far. But when the needle kissed her, she felt only pain, a ragged gasp tearing from her throat as the hood of her clitoris was run through. She cried out, the feeling sharp and red. Even the piercing that Lillian had done to her breasts before could not compare.

But Lisa’s fate was not as bad as Stacy’s. David and Lillian were cooperating now. Where Lisa had only one new piercing, Stacy got two. One for the hood of her clitoris and one for the clitoris itself. Lisa could only watch in horror, guilt sweeping her as Stacy squirmed and gasped and in the end, even begged desperately. There were tears in her eyes, but Lillian did not relent.

She groaned as she was pierced, the two needles stabbing into her, the one which tore through her hood was intense. The one that stabbed her clit itself? It was probably beyond description. Lisa was **** to witness it. Lillian made her. Made her watch every squirming gasp, every begging word, every instant of defeat and shame as Stacy was marked for life.

“Remember,” Lillian told her. “This is all your fault, slut. You could have saved her if you’d tried harder. If you’d come up with something else. But you couldn’t, and now she’s suffering with you.”

“Why?” Lisa gasped, her own clit was throbbing painfully. The cold weight of her new piercing was heavy against her skin. “Why two piercings Why her?”

“Instead of you, you mean? Because Lisa, it’ll hurt you far more to know that no matter how much you want to shield Stacy, you can’t. Because of you, she’s going to suffer, and it’ll always be just that little bit more than you. She’s going to be the lowest, the most pathetic. The most **** and abused. And all because of you.”

Lisa cursed her, cursed her with every word she could think of, struggling against her restaurants, but that ended when Lillian brought a hand down against her pussy, delivering a stinging slap that made her head spin.

“Welcome to your new life, bitch. Where the only one lower than you is Stacy. And that’s only because that’ll hurt you all the more.”

But even if Stacy was the bottom, that didn’t mean that Lisa herself had been spared. She soon learned one of the many reasons that they had been pierced.

“I am tired of the leash,” Lillian said. “It’s boring me. Your collar looks cute, but you’re far too able to fight back. You can stop, and I have to tug you quite a bit before you get going again. That’s just not on, you know? A pet slut should be obedient. So I decided to find a way to encourage you to do as you’re told.”

That way was a thin metal chain. Lightweight, but sturdy, it connected to the piercings in her nipples and even had a segment that ran down between her legs, joining to the one that she had been given on her clit. Once it was all set up, Lillian was able to use it as a leash, leading Lisa forward with it.

Her hands would be secured behind her back so everyone at the college would see Lisa Cormack, the confident, friendly tough girl being led around by her clit.

Of course, Lillian always made sure she was nice and wet before walking her anywhere important. Her pussy would be soaking, her clit throbbing. Each time Lillian tugged the chain – which she would often - Lisa’s legs trembled.

The stimulation of her clitoris was mind-blowing, and the humiliation that came seconds later was equally intense. She was getting off on being led around by her clit. People in the corridors would turn to stare. Once, as a punishment, Lillian even went so far as to see if she could make Lisa cum just by toying with the chain. Pulling it, brushing it against her, making her sit with her legs spread, her breath coming faster and faster and faster as people she had used to know walked past in the corridors.

They were allowed to fuck her too. Lillian was downright nasty about it. Anyone who had once been her friend was allowed to have sex with her on the condition that they humiliate her while they did it. In the last few days, Lisa had found herself riding cocks, bouncing on the thrusting erections of men she’d known for years as they told her how slutty she was, and how much they loved fucking her. How much better she was this way.

She hated it. She hated it so much! And she hated it most when she came to it. Her leg spread, her pale skin glinting with sweat. Lillian would laugh and clap congratulating her for showing her true self.

The humiliation was intense. Day in and day out, Lisa was shamed, abused, and made to **** herself. It filled her with self-loathing, it made her squirm and became her constant companion.

She was made to service the college sports team. One after another, until she was covered in their cum. She was fucked in the corridors, feeling the thrusting penetrations tear through her pussy as people she’d once seen as friends passed by without a second glance. She was fucked and used, and all of the time, Lillian sat and watched.

That was somehow one of the worst things. It wasn’t that Lisa had a thing for Lillian. She hated the woman. But if Lillian had used her personally, at least Lisa might have understood that. Instead, the dark-haired woman got far more joy out of making Lisa suffer. She whored her out to the college, she gave her humiliating punishments, insulted her and degraded her.

But she rarely used her.

It was as if she wasn’t good enough. As if Lisa was useful only as a toy to other people, but she didn’t quite hit Lillian’s standards. She had no idea why that was so degrading, why it felt so bad and so horrible to be considered second class even as a sex ****. She hated how Lillian was making her feel. She hated how despite her attempts to fight, she was melting away day by day.

She had to resist, but it was hard. She had no allies, nowhere to run, just a constant stream of degradation like a tide washing over her head. It was all she could do not to drown.

The worst part of it all though was that Lillian began to vanish. For brief periods at first, but longer and longer as the days went on. Lisa had no idea what she was doing. She had no idea what could come of it, but she doubted very much that it was good.

Late at night, when she was left alone, Lisa desperately tried to gather her strength. Humiliation, shame, degradation, they all tore at her, but she held strong. In her core of cores, she knew that she wasn’t beaten yet. She just had to hang on until Diana came through. Until the rulebook worked in their favour again.

She just had to hold on to that hope. Like a dying woman clutching at even the rumour of a miracle, Lisa made that feeling everything. Holding to it through every test and every punishment. She swore she wasn’t done, even as she crawled on the ground. As she came and came, mewling for mercy, feeling the razor-edged daggers of mortification shredding her dignity, she told herself that she’d get back at Lillian. That this wouldn’t last.

But how long could she keep saying that and believe it? It was getting harder and harder to keep fighting. She was sinking deeper into this dark and twisted version of her greatest fantasy. Each use, each degradation, each punishment turned her body against her like a blade upon its user.

And Lillian was the mistress of it all, observing and taunting and teasing her. Making it so Lisa knew she was aware of it and loving it so, so much.

And then, she heard about the assembly.

The last time that she’d heard of something like that, it had been when they had been chosen as slaves. It made her shiver and suddenly the time that Lillian had spent absent sprang into horrible focus.

But it couldn’t be anything to do with them, could it? She dared not ask Lillian what she might have planned, and though she and Stacy spent plenty of time together, it wasn’t as if they were given much chance to talk. So Lisa was left to her thoughts, and as the day drew closer and closer she came to regard it with a kind of horrified fascination. Maybe it would be something that had nothing to do with either of them. Maybe it had been set up by the college, maybe some other girls had volunteered to be slaves. She’d left that option, hadn’t she?

Yeah, maybe it was innocent.

But she doubted it.

Somehow, she just knew that the looming date of the assembly was going to be some fresh torment. She still remembered her time on the stage, the feeling of the lights as they had bathed her naked body. Kyle’s cock in her pussy, the last thing she’d done before really surrendering to her fate.

Now she was being brought back to that place and though she could not yet prove it, she just knew that Lillian was the one behind it.

She promised herself that she wouldn’t break here. This was the next step, the next stage in Lillian’s twisted game. But Lisa would be strong. No matter what happened, she swore she would keep fighting.

As long as there was hope, she would cling on.

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The next day, Lisa was brought to the assembly hall again. She was nervous and skittish. Not helped at all by the way that Lillian was grinning as she pulled her along, tugging again and again the chain anchored to her clit piercing to make her jump and stagger.

“We’re going to have a fun day today, my little slut,” Lillian said. “Or rather, I am. You, I expect are not. But that’s the fate of a college ****, isn’t it? So sad.”

Lisa didn’t answer.

It was early morning when she was led into the hall, and it was exactly how she remembered. The stage in the centre, ringed with seats that rose gradually upwards like a stadium. The surging spotlights which had blanketed it before were dull and dark now. Lisa still gave a little shiver, remembering how they had played against her naked skin.

There were already people there. Men and women wearing worker’s clothes. They were assembling something, but Lisa didn’t look at it too hard. She was rather sure she’d find out what it was later.

There was a room behind the stage where speakers could be prepared. A small room, full of dust and some mirrors and a chair or two. Nothing fancy at all. It was here she was led by Lillian, and here where she was left. The door closed with a click. The lock turned and twisted. Not that Lisa could have left anyway, given her hands were still secured behind her back.

She waited. The room was silent and dark. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like that Lillian had just left her here. It made her think that it was part of the scheme. Part of whatever plan her mistress had concocted.

“I’m not beaten yet. I’m not done. Whatever Lillian has planned, I’ll be able to take it…”

The door clicked again and she spun, but it was David who was there to greet her with a grin.

“Doing well?” He asked her. “Got enough water? Ready for your big performance?”

Her face flushed red but she managed a glare.

“Enjoying this, are you?”

“More than you can possibly believe. I’ve always wanted to have the chance to fuck with with you, Lisa. But I admit that I never expected it to be quite so literal. Did you enjoy your time in the gym, by the way? The guys can’t wait to pay you another visit.”

Lisa’s eyes fell to the ground. Memories of her time in the gym flooded back to her. Breaking through her barriers. For a moment, she could hear the moaning, of her best friend.. She could feel the hard cocks inside of her. Thrusting and fucking and filling her up. Her skin stung where she had been slapped and the broiling, shameful pleasure that had served only to heighten her humiliation returned in full ****.

“Getting a bit wet?” David asked. “I always knew you were a whore.”

She looked up at him again, glaring furiously.

“I’m not scared of you,” Lisa whispered. “You want me to be. You want me to be beaten down, both of you. But I won’t be. You can use me for whatever you want, but I won’t crack under it. I won’t break.”

David chuckled, striding forward into the room. Lisa backed away, but the room was small, and she could only go so far. When he reached her, David’s hand rose. She braced for him to touch her chest or her pussy, to fill her with shame and make her regret her words.

Instead, he caressed the side of her face. Almost gently.

“From where I’m standing, you already have. Cracked, I mean. You keep saying you won’t break, but I wonder who that message is really for? Us or you? You’re fighting so hard, but deep down you know the truth.”

Now his hand fell. Slowly, oh so slowly, his fingertips traced across her naked body. Lisa shivered, trying to ignore how her spine twisted with anticipation. She hated this! She hated him! She hated what she had become and wanted to sink into the earth and never be seen again.

But she could not control how her body was reacting.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, Lisa. You can lie to me or Lillian. You can pretend to be the proud, noble girl. A hero of your own story. But in the end, your lower lips don’t do the same. You’re soaking. You’re a little slut who gets off on being enslaved and used. You have no rights, you have no future. You have nothing but what you are now and part of you loves that. You’re a sex ****, to be used as we see it. And college **** or not, you always will be.”

She shook her head, trying to deny him. To stem the flood of his words. He reached out, his finger flicked the piercing between her legs just once. The rush of sensation made her moan.

“There you are. Your true self at last. You know if you were like this before, we might even have been friends. But don’t worry, Lisa. I won’t bother you for long. It’s almost time for your big performance and I was sent to get you ready.”

As he spoke, he was undoing his pants, letting them fall down his legs to reveal his erect cock. Lisa tried to move back, but his hand snapped out, his fingers closing around her collar and dragging her close.

She felt his shaft pressing against her upper legs.

“Oh, you’re not getting away that easily. I admit I’ve had a lot of fun messing with you. Letting the guys use you. Humiliating you. Fucking that little friend of yours. But now I’m done playing. Now is what I was waiting for. In a little bit, you’re expected out there. On the stage. And that’s going to be fun. But that, we’re going to have a little fun of our own right here and now.”

His finger played with the piercing on her clit. Shuddering tremors ran up and down her body. Lisa tried to close her eyes, to block it all out, but when his hands moved up to engulf her breasts, she couldn’t resist letting out a squeak. David’s cock pressed between her legs. Her back was to the wall, her arms still bound.

She was helpless. Helpless, about to be used and totally, full of shame. She promised herself that she wouldn’t moan, but as soon as he entered her, it started. His cock was hard and long, pushing past her lower lips. Lisa had been fucked many times before. Lillian had whored her out, she’d been punished, former friends had had their way with her. By now, she was extremely familiar with the feeling of a cock in her pussy.

But this was different. This was someone who had enjoyed tormenting her and humiliating her through the whole thing. A man she genuinely considered her enemy.

And he was fucking her.

Pinned against the wall, Lisa’s back arched, her mouth grew wide. Her eyes closed, but the feelings raged within her. David’s cock filled her pussy, each thrust sending rippling waves of heat lashing through her nerves. She moaned and groaned, tingles rising through her. Pleasure battered her mind, but it only made her feel lower. She knew she shouldn’t be getting off to this, inside, she was screaming, hating it.

But her body didn’t care. She was soaked, each thrust of his hips was followed by a wet slap, he laughed, picking up speed. His rhythm tore at her breath. David’s hands plucked and teased her chest, pulling and twisting her nipples.

“Are you enjoying it, you slut?” He asked, thrusting deeper and harder. She squirmed pathetically. A cry tore from her throat, but he just laughed. “Are you enjoying being my toy? This is what you did! And you know I’ve been doing this to Stacy all along too!”

Guilt stabbed at her like a blade, and Lisa shook her head, but David’s hand descended, delivering a quick slap to her chest that made her recoil with pain.

“You gave her to me!”

“N-no!”

“You caused this!”

“Never!”

She was gasping. Her body was aflame, pleasure, humiliation and regret burned through her like a sun. Her mouth was half open and she was gasping and panting. David fucked her like she had never been fucked before.

“Moan for me, little slut.”

Lisa shook her head again, trying to resist. Pleasure boiled through her body, her legs were twitching. It was all so much.

“Moan, I said!”

His hand came down again, harder this time. Pain flashed through her body. A long lewd moan tore from her lips before she could stop it. Her face flamed with shame.

David sped up, moving faster and faster and faster, Lisa’s head spun, his cock felt so good. Her toes were curling! She couldn’t focus. She couldn’t think. She was losing herself in the sea heat and pleasure. Every inch the little slut he said she was and loathing it.

David grunted, his orgasm fast approaching. His cock spasmed, Lisa begged him not to fill her up, but that was too late. A hot wetness spread through her pussy as David groaned with desire. He came so hard, sticky warmth clung to her thighs, to the lips of her pussy. It dripped from her labia and even filled her inside.

This couldn’t be happening!

But it was, and as he pulled out, David gave a smirk of satisfaction.

“Just how I always wanted to see you, Lisa. Broken, beaten and covered in my cum. Oh, I wish I could play with you like this for hours. But your audience awaits.”

“My audience? Like this?! D-David-”

“Did you think I was gonna let you clean yourself up?” He chuckled. “I’m not even going to let you use your hands.”

Lillian had left her leash on and now she knew exactly why. David’s hands closed around it, tugging it and enjoying her squirms as it tugged her nipples and clit.

Her pussy felt tight and hot. David’s cum still oozed down her legs. She could barely walk straight, could barely even stand.

In this state, he began to guide her back towards the stage, tucking on the leash as he went. Terror scythed through her. She didn’t want to be seen like this! By now, the whole college would be in the assembly hall, the spotlights would be going again! They’d all see her with his cum covering her pussy and her arms bound behind her back.

She dug her feet in. But David only grinned, tugging on the leash more sharply. A pulse of pain flashed through her nipples, and she was **** to keep going. He was leading her by the breasts, by the tits and the clit.

“David,” she gasped, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them. “Don’t make me go out there. Not like this. Please.”

He paused, freezing mid-step as she realised what she had said. Her body shivered, and she wanted to sink into the earth and never be seen again.

“Please? Please, Lisa? Did you just beg me? Did you just beg the guy you’ve ignored, scorned, insulted and humiliated?”

There were tears in her eyes. She was trembling. She couldn’t believe she was saying this. Couldn’t believe she was playing along. He was mocking her, the look on his face evil and full of glee. But she was **** to escape being sent out on stage like this!

“Yes,” she gasped, claws of shame tore at her from inside. “I’m begging you, David. Call me a slut or a whore if you want, but please don’t bring me out there like this! L-let me get cleaned up first.”

“Beg me to fuck you,” David said. “Make me believe it. Make it real. You have one chance.”

“David,” she still couldn’t believe she was saying this. Couldn’t believe she was playing along. Deep inside, part of her was screaming. Yelling that she didn’t have to do this. That she didn’t want to do this. That she could be strong.

But she couldn’t be strong. She’d been strong for so long and now she was finally coming to pieces. There were tears in her eyes, her face burned red with embarrassment, and she wanted to curl up and die with every word she said.

“Please. Please, please, please. David, fuck me like a whore. Make me moan and scream. Make me **** on your cock. I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you. Please forgive me. Use me like a fucktoy until it’s paid for. Make me cum. Fill my pussy with your cock. Just do it here. Please.”

“Hmmmm,” David seemed to consider for a moment, but then he yanked the leash with a particularly cruel twist.

“Nope, sorry. Not gonna happen. Never was. I just wanted to hear you beg.”

And so it was that Lisa was **** towards the door. Shaking her head, resisting as much as she was able. Her body trembled, the sharp pain in her nipples and her clit **** her onwards. It was like walking to her doom, into her greatest nightmare. She could hear the crowd now. Could hear the people, the stage and the assembly.

Burning light played against her naked skin. One of the spotlights illuminated her. The crowd erupted, cheering and jeering, All traces of dignity were lost now. She could feel David’s cum dripping from her pussy. It was beyond anything she had ever felt before. It was a crushing weight, a sense of total and complete failure and helplessness. A defeat so complete that she could see no way out of it.

The crowd was laughing and cheering. Some were pointing, others snapping photos. She tried to close her legs, but David yanked, hard.

“Give them a good view!”

Lisa’s face burned. Red hot flushes flashed through her body. She hated it and hated how easily she did as she was told, spreading her legs for the camera.

Lisa, the college ****. Lisa the whore. Lisa the slut of the campus. That was what they were seeing now. Gone was the friend, the classmate, the respected member of their community.

All that was left was what David and Lillian wanted her to be.

But now, a new realisation was creeping through her. Lisa had thought that she would be alone on the stage. The sole centre of focus.

This was incorrect. Two other people were waiting for her there. The first was Stacy. She was naked, moaning, her body shaking against the wood ‘’X’’ she’d been bound to. A vibrator had been pressed into her pussy and turned to the highest setting. Judging by her wetness, she’d cum several times already.

But it wasn’t Stacy that commanded Lisa’s attention. There was another woman on the stage. She was naked; her hands were bound behind her back and two men were holding her up by the shoulders. She was squirming, and squealing, her body shuddered with violent trembles that ran through her. Lillian was standing in front of her, a vibrating wand pressed right against her clit.

It blazed into high speed and the woman gasped, her face was red and streaked with tears, and Lisa realised that Lillian had been tormenting this victim ever since she’d left her in the room on her own.

“No,” she whispered, “Not this. Please no…”

But there was no escaping it. The woman was barely on her feet, only kept upright by the two guys who held her with glee. Her body shivered, her face coloured. Shame and defeat danced in her eyes and her pussy was absolutely soaked. Her clit was red and engorged, the tip of the vibrator pressed directly on it. A low animal whine escaped from her lips, the stimulation by now so intense that she couldn’t even speak.

“Look at this, Diana,” Lillian laughed. “Your little sister has come to pay you a visit.”

She wanted to deny it. She wanted to deny that this was happening, but it was right before her eyes! Diana was naked, tormented, humiliated and totally in Lillian’s power.

And she knew one thing with crushing certainty.

She had caused this. Just like she had caused Stacy to suffer. Guilt filled her, stronger and more intense than she had ever known. Because she had used the stupid rulebook, this had all happened to people she cared about. She’d caused this.

It was all her fault.

Diana whimpered. It was obvious from the wetness that clung to her thighs and the state of her clit that she had already cum many times. Shivering, tremors raced up and down her spine as Lillian triggered the toy. Vibrations powered through her and her legs folded. She’d have crashed to the ground if not for the two men holding her up.

“But look at this,” Lillian said. “Seems like David has had some fun with your sister, eh? Well, that’s just not going to work for her public appearance. Why don’t you clean her pussy with your tongue?”

Lisa jerked, shaking her head as her eyes went wide.

“No!”

She almost couldn’t believe that even Lillian would go that far. Her own sister eating her out? Her face flushed red and she tried to twist away. The very concept filled her with disgust. She hated it and wanted to be anywhere else!

Surely, this had to be a joke? A threat? Something else? Lillian couldn’t be serious, could she?

But with a wrenching feeling in the pit of her gut, she realised that she really was. That was why David had been sent in to fuck her earlier. Her sister was going to be made to eat her out in front of the whole college.

She shook her head again, a **** desire burning inside of her. Anything but that!

“Please,” she whispered. “Not that. David, Lillian, please don’t do that.”

But Lillian was smirking, enjoying herself so much. Her face was a mask of malicious glee.

Diana tried to speak, to reason with her. But before she could, she climaxed again and her words became a strangled yelp. Her legs collapsed, and the men let her go. She fell forward, catching herself with her hands against the stage. Her pussy throbbing and soaking as the crowd cheered.

Lisa realised they were laughing. Did they know what was happening? Did they know what they were being made to do? Or did they not care? It was just two hot girls, right? Who cared if they were sisters?

She was recoiling. David’s leash pulled tight against her, binding her nipples and her clit. Holding her in place even as she wanted to pull away.

“Go on,” Lillian said. “Eat out your little sister. Make her cum in front of everyone. If you don’t, it’ll only get worse for you.”

Sweaty, on her hands and knees, pushed to her very limit but still not broken, Diana managed to rally. Shooting a venomous look at her tormentor.

“Fuck you.”

“Is that a no?”

Lillian’s foot moved forward, the tip of her shoe gently tracing the outline of Diana’s pussy. The older twin shuddered with disgust.

“Look how wet you are, Diana. Look how turned on you are. Do you think you’d cum if I fucked you with my foot here? Right in front of the crowd? Do you think you’d like it?”

Lisa tried to turn away, but David moved up behind her. He held her, his arms locking around her and forcing her to watch.

“Now here is what you’re going to do,” Lillian whispered. “You’re gonna crawl over there on your hands and knees and eat your sister out until she cums. And if you don’t, you know what’s going to happen to poor Stacy there? I’ll throw her to the crowd.”

“No,” Lisa gasped, Lillian turned her a beady grin.

“Yes. I’ll throw her to the crowd and let them do whatever they want to her. Fuck her tight little body until all she knows is pleasure. I’ll let them take photos, humiliate her in every way you can think of. And every cry and moan will be all your fault.”

Lisa recoiled, her heart hammering. She looked towards where Stacy was tied. The blonde girl was ****, her chest rising and falling in gasping breaths. Her body shook where the leather restraints didn’t hold it tight. The idea of her being thrown to the crowd, who were now baying like animals, it filled Lisa with a primal dread.

But at the same time, to feel Diana’s tongue on her pussy? No! No, she could never do that! She could never want that! The very thought filled her with shame, with burning humiliation and the worst sense of degradation she’d ever experienced.

Which was, of course, the point.

“Not only that,” Lillian went on.

Her shoe was still moving, tracing Diana’s labia with her foot. The tip jabbed slightly into her so that her body quaked. The crowd laughed.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll sell her.”

“You can’t,” Lisa snarled. “That’s against the rules you-”

“I can! I looked into it! College sex slaves are property of the college, but a master can renounce their rights to them or even gift them to a new owner as long as that owner is also a member of the college. Guess what, little girl? You’re property. All three of you are property now. And I promise, Diana, Lisa, I am going to search this whole campus. I am going to find the most cruel, disgusting, evil person and sell Stacy to them. And then I am going to make you both watch what they do.”

“You already found that person,” Lisa snarled. “She’s you!”

She was struggling, fighting against David now, part of her wanting nothing more than to break free and hurl herself at Lillian. All thoughts of the rulebook, of punishment, of her former life were forgotten. She was just full of rage.

But David held her tight, his arms enfolded around her. She could only struggle, stamping down and watching as this witch of a woman gloried in her victory.

A victory that she had allowed!

Lisa had never hated herself more than this specific moment.

“Now go!” Lillian’s hand slapped out, leaving a red wilt across Diana’s ass. “Go and make me proud, little slut.”

Diana said nothing. Her head was low. Lisa wanted to beg, she could feel the tears in the corners of her eyes. Her heart hammered, and a feverish heat filled her up. She hated this! There had to be some other way! There had to! Dread twisted inside of her, and she shook her head desperately as if to deny what was happening.

But she couldn’t. Diana looked up at her, the two shared a look. Mutual shame, humiliation and dread.

They had ****.

Neither of them had a choice.

Lisa looked to the ground, spreading her legs slightly in a silent admission of defeat. Diana crawled forward, Lillian’s foot pressing into her pussy the whole way there.

“This is all your fault, you know,” David whispered in her ear. “You caused this. You thought you could be clever. Save Stacy. Be the hero. How does it feel to have your sister’s tongue in your pussy?”

Lisa recoiled, Diana was right up now, still on her hands and knees. Her hot breath tickled Lisa’s vulva, her clit throbbed with heat, but it wasn’t in a pleasant way at all. It was her sister! It was her sister who was going to eat her out! Her sister!

She was trembling, her muscles coiled in anticipation. She didn’t want it, but the crowd was baying. Loving it. Her face coloured red. How could this be happening? People she’d known, people she’d thought of as friends. How could it have come to this?

Diana’s tongue licked out, slowly nearing her pussy. Lisa shivered, and tried to pull away. Disgust filled her, but David held her close.

“Keep your legs spread,” he told her. “Keep your legs spread and let your older sister eat my cum out of your pussy like a good little ****.”

Lisa whimpered, turning her head to the side, trying to feel like she was anywhere else. But there was no escape. Diana’s tongue was soft and hot, licking along the entrance to her pussy. Her body responded with surging arousal, but that only made her humiliation all the deeper.

Between her legs, Diana’s eyes were cast to the ground. But Lillian’s foot was still rubbing back and forth across the older twin’s pussy, stimulating it and making it so, so wet. Diana quaked, shaking on her hands and knees, her tongue lapped out, tracing the path of David’s cum across her sister’s womanhood.

Lisa couldn’t believe this was happening. It was wrong and she hated it. The spotlights burned against her naked skin. Her legs were spread, her sister’s tongue caressing her pussy as David reached over and began to stroke her nipples. Sparks of shameful pleasure coursed through her body, making it all worse as her nerves began to sing.

“Does it feel good to have your sister's tongue inside you, slut? And Diana, how does it feel to know that you’re making your precious little sister moan like a whore?”

Lisa had never wanted to hit anyone more than she did at that moment. She glared at Lillian, but it lacked strength. Diana’s tongue was playing along her entrance, tracing the path of her slit. Her clit was throbbing, and as much as she tried to control herself, she knew she was getting wet and her sister could feel it. Could taste it.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I’m sorry, Diana, I…I just can’t help it…”

And she was trying too. Trying as hard as she could. Trying to stop her limbs from shaking. Trying to make herself less wet, less turned on. Within, her mind was chaos. Humiliation coursed through her blood. She hated this! Each touch of her sister’s tongue - her sister’s! - made her recoil and shudder. The pleasure that built inside of her was shameful and dark, a sullen reminder of what was happening. Lillian watched, grinning and loving the despair that both sisters were feeling.

She stepped forward then, taking hold of Diana’s head and forcing it forward, right into Lisa’s pussy. The younger sister squealed, but David held her tight. The crowd bayed with laughter.

“Get right in there,” Lillian laughed. “Nice and deep. Get every last trace of David’s cum.”

Diana glared, but what more could she do? Gone was the defiance, the anger, the rebellion. Both of them were beaten, broken in front of the whole college. Lisa groaned, Diana’s mouth and tongue played at her pussy, pushing inside of her. Making her squirm and quiver. Her face lit up, humiliation roared through her mind. She could feel something rising inside of her, something hot and dark. She shook her head. There was no way she would let it happen like this! There was no way she would cum in front of the whole college to the feeling of her sister’s tongue inside of her!

But even as she said that she knew she was fooling herself. Diana’s tongue felt so good. The hot tickling of her breath made Lisa quiver. Her nerves were stretched taut, her hands balled into fists at her side. David was stroking her nipples, his fingers teasing them with deft, quick touches.

She closed her eyes, her body quivered. Despite her best efforts, she was being marched closer and closer to the edge. To the climax. She couldn’t fight it, it was too much!

“No,” she managed to squeak, the pleasure rolling and building inside of her. “Not like this…. Please no…”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” David spoke into her ear. “This is what you always wanted. This is what you did to yourself. All the times you teased and taunted, all the times you flaunted your body. This is what it was always building up to. You and your sister both. This is where you deserve to be.”

Lisa let loose a **** whine. Heat fluttered in her belly. She began to grind herself against Diana’s mouth, self-hatred and loathing flared inside of her as she realised what she was doing, but she couldn’t stop. The pleasure was building, thundering, filling her up until she felt like she was about to burst.

She was going to cum!

She was going to cum right here, in front of everyone.

Lisa bucked, whining desperately as the feeling intensified. Her body shook, and she bit her lower lips so tight. Heat throbbed through her, so powerful and so strong. The air caught in her throat.

“Please,” she gasped, “please no, no, no, not like this-”

But it was too late and there was no one to listen anyway. As Diana’s tongue caressed her pussy, entering her and eating her out, Lisa finally lost control. Her body convulsed, heath throbbed through her. She gave a long, low despairing cry and then it happened.

She came.

The pleasure knifed through her, sharp and urgent. It came with self-disgust, degradation, humiliation and a stunning feeling of complete and utter defeat. Her legs shook, and David laughed, letting go of her and letting her sink to her knees.

The crowd was cheering. They were laughing, some of them were so turned on that they were touching themselves. Lisa looked to the ground, there were tears in her eyes.

“Now,” Lillian said, driving the knife in with a malicious glee. “I think it’s only fair that you return the favour. Diana spread those legs of yours. Your little sister is going to taste you.”

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It was later, after the assembly. After the school. After Lisa and Diana had been made to debase each other on the stage.

However, just because college was over did not mean their torment had ended. They were back in Lillian’s home. She owned them both now, or so it seemed. Once more, Lisa found herself with her mouth fixed around her mistress’ toes. The foul taste filled her tongue, made her want to spit them out. But she knew better than that, even as it filled her with a roiling sense of shame and humiliation.

She was worshipping Lillian’s feet. Worse, she was worshipping one foot while her sister worshipped the other. Both of them had their arms tied behind their back. They were naked, Diana’s body now gleamed with new piercings to match Lisa’s. Two sisters in bondage together.

Lisa was cleaning the very same foot that she had used to pleasure Diana. Though at least she wasn’t still wearing the same shoes. The thought of tasting her sister’s arousal reminded her far too much of the assembly and filled her with shame and despair.

Thoughts of escape were now far from her mind. Stacy was still in David’s hands, Diana had been captured and enslaved, and she just knew that Lillian was going to prize using and abusing them both. As she’d lain between Diana’s legs, licking and sucking her sister’s pussy, she remembered how Lillian had stared down at them.

“You’d better get used to the taste,” she’d said. “You’re going to have it a lot. The two of you are going to be my little pets. My little toys who do everything they’re told. I am going to have you play with each other. I’m going to have you you fuck each other. I’m going to have such fun pushing you both to the absolute limit.”

And now the two of them were worshipping her feet. Beaten, broken, totally naked and defeated. Her toes tasted stale, filling Lisa with a sense of disgust and powerlessness.

“Now,” Lillian said, leaning forward slightly, “the two of you had a very good first day as twin slaves. You made the audience very happy. Did you hear them shouting for you? David wants to do more, you know. He made up a list of the things we could do to both of you. Punishments, tasks, fun little chores. All written down and you can count on me going through it later to pick out the ones I like.”

She chuckled.

“You could be naked or collared together. We could make you pleasure each other in the corridors of the college. I could have Lisa punish you, Diana. Make your sister finger you until you cum. But do you know what I really want to do?”

She shifted slightly, her legs moved. Both sisters followed them, licking and sucking ashamedly.

“I want a video. I want a video of the two of you naked and playing.”

Lisa shook her head, already imagining what that would feel like. The harsh light against her skin, the humiliation and crushing revulsion of having to perform with her sister. She could picture it all too well.

“Of course, it wouldn’t just be a normal video,” Lillian went on. “I think I’d use electricity. Have one of you hooked up to a bunch of wires. And the other would be eating me out. And if I felt like the one doing the work wasn’t doing a good enough job? Well, the other would get shocked. Or hell, I’d probably shock her just because. Let the camera see her squealing and gasping. Then, after that, I’d take the one not tied down and make her look at the camera. Tell us all her sister’s name and call her a slutty little whore who loves what she’s doing.”

Lisa felt tears running down her face. She was still sucking Lillian’s toes. Still spiralling, still plummeting lower and lower and lower.

“Why?” Diana managed to ask, looking up slowly. “Why are you doing all of this? What do you want, Lillian?”

“It’s funny you should ask that,” Lillian said, leaning forward slightly as her eyes gleamed. “I want three things. Two of those, I already have. Twin slaves, broken, beaten, ready to do absolutely everything that I tell them to. No matter how humiliating or degrading. The fact that it’s you two? Oh, that only makes it so, so much better. Lisa and Diana. My little sluts. But those are only two things. I hear you asking about the third, right?”

Her lips pulled into a smile and she settled back into the chair, wriggling as she made herself comfortable.

“I want power,” she said. “I want as much of it as I can get. Over you. Over David. Over the whole damn world. I want it all, do you hear me? And all my life, I thought that I would have to be content with just a little bit. Just a tiny taste.

“But then things seemed to change suddenly. College sex slaves were made legal. That was amazing. And you, Lisa, were chosen to be mine. Well, David’s at first. But we all know you were going to be mine sooner or later. And the funny thing is… it all felt so natural, you know? Like something that just should happen. No one questioned it. I know that I didn’t.”

And here, Lillian’s voice grew deeper, eagerness on her face. Her eyes gleamed, like dark little portals into a place void of warmth, of comfort. Lisa shivered, realising for the first time just how far she could go to get what she wanted. David was a tool to her. Lisa and Diana were tools to her. The whole college was just a tool to her.

Nothing in the world was more important to Lillian than herself.

“Until that is, I saw a certain video. A certain recording taken at the gym. David saw it, but he didn't realise what it really was. To him, it was evidence. A means to an end. He is smarter than I gave him credit for, I admit. But not smart enough to realise the truth. That recording was his chance to be something else. His one chance. He missed it.”

She pursed her lips, looking so very pleased with herself.

“But I will not. So. Lisa. Diana. While I have you, ah, undivided attention. Let’s have a little chat master to slaves.”

She leaned forward again, her voice low now, as if she was scared of being overheard. As if this was the end game, the final piece. The resolution to everything she had been building towards.

“Let’s talk about rulebooks.”