Lillian's Plan Goes Into Motion

It had been several days since she had become Lillian’s ****, and people still turned to stare as she passed them in the corridor. Lisa had hoped that as time went on and it became more normal, she’d attract less attention. But that, it seemed, had been an impossible dream. The sight of a naked girl, no matter how normal it was, would always turn heads.

Especially if that girl was collared and **** to walk down the corridor on her hands and knees.

Lisa knew that there were now dozens of images of her spreading across the world. All nicely labelled, stored and available for anyone else to see. ‘’Lisa Cormack, College Sex ****’’. That was what she was now to the rest of the world.

It was certainly what she was to the college. People she had known for years, considered friends even, would turn and look as she passed. She’d feel their eyes on her like they were eating her up as she passed. The sway of her breasts would attract glances as would the turn of her legs. But it was even worse when she was in the corridor like now because Lillian would only allow her to move on her hands and knees. Everyone behind her would get a good look at her ass and pussy, the latter of which Lillian often made sure to tease so it was nice and wet.

“Have to give the people a good show,” she’d laugh, pushing Lisa closer and closer to an orgasm, her dripping wetness would stain her inner thighs and only once there was no way to hide herself or pretend she was anything but turned on and at her limit, would they proceed to wherever they were going.

Lisa hated it. She hated the stares. She hated the murmurs, the pictures, the **** throbbing of her pussy as her body screamed at her to let it cum. But most of all, she hated being in Lillian. Lisa had thought that she hated Lillian before, but after only a few days in her care, she was beginning to realise that what she had felt then was mild dislike at best.

Lillian wanted her broken, she wanted her beaten. She wanted her to be a humiliated little **** who would do what she was told and layered punishment upon punishment against her to achieve that effect.

But Lisa refused. No matter how many times she was brought to tears or humiliated, or made to beg total strangers for permission to cum. Each time she was punished, she would meet Lillian’s gaze with a glare of her own. Each time the gothic woman tried to break her, Lisa would be sure to push back. To show her that she hadn’t won.

That was how she kept going. How she held onto herself in spite of everything else. She wasn’t beaten. She wasn’t some helpless little **** who could only do what she was told. She clung to that idea, holding it tight in her darkest moments.

She would get out of this!

She would!

She just had to figure out how.

There was Diana, there was the rulebook. There was Kyle, her friend and Stacy, who while under David was probably in a better situation than her. She had options. She had moves to make. She wasn’t done yet.

Or so she told herself, at least. But something about Lillian’s attitude today was worrying her. Usually, she was quick to punish and would even make things up if Lisa didn’t make any mistakes. It was a rare day when she got to this late hour without being punished three or four times just because.

But today she had not been punished at all. Not only that, but Lillian was in an unusually good mood, and it was just after the last class of the day. Normally, Lillian would be ordering her outside and making her crawl to the car.

That hadn’t happened. Lisa was crawling along on her hands and knees, that much was true. But they were going deeper into the college, not towards the lower levels.

She didn't like this at all. Lillian had some sort of plan in the works. Some scheme. Something new to throw against her. Whatever it was, she would take it. She couldn’t afford to falter now.

But as Lillian led her deeper and deeper into the college, Lisa began to feel unsure. Her mind conjured images, anticipation curled about her spine like an icy snake around the jutting trunk of a tree. Whatever was next, it was sure to be humiliating, and she could already feel her face flushing. Her pussy throbbed, and her clit emanated an electrical buzz of anticipation that shamed her.

It was like having all of her fantasies granted in the very worst way possible.

Like many colleges, the facility included a small gym. It was not, even the staff would admit, particularly good as such things went. It consisted of a single large room, a set of changing rooms off to the side, a male and female shower and some exercise equipment that was well past retirement age. It was not the most popular of places, but a free gym was still a free gym, so there were usually a few students moving either to or from that place. Once or twice, Lisa had even numbered among them.

That was how she realised where they were going. The route snapped into place in her memory and she paused, the leash connected to her collar tugged cruelly, and Lillian gave it a jerk.

“Come on, slut,” she said. “We don’t want to be late for your appointment, do we?”

Appointment? Now that made her insides twitch with dread. But with no other choice, she continued to follow. Crawling in Lillian’s wake like a prisoner being led to the hangman’s noose.

Eventually, they made it to the gym. At this late hour, it should have been locked up and closed, but someone had left the door unsecured. Lillian pushed it

open, gesturing for Lisa to go inside.

Within, she found that the power had not been shut off for the night. The lights burned, shading the room in faltering illumination. Spirals of dust danced in the air, and exercise machines had been pushed back against the walls. Weights and treadmills of all kinds.

In the centre of the room, there waited a familiar face. Two, of them. One much more welcome than the other.

“Stacy!”

For a moment, everything else was forgotten as Lisa laid eyes on her friend for the first time in days. Stacy was a sight. She was kneeling, her pale skin exposed. Her blonde hair was drawn back into a ponytail, which was matted with sweat. Her skin gleamed with it as well. Her hands were behind her back, but not cuffed or secured. She was holding them there.

Lisa’s eyes could not help but dwell on her naked body. A tinge of arousal touched her mind, though she desperately tried to ignore it. Stacy’s pussy was wet, arousal stained her inner thighs. Her nipples were hard and engorged, and her mouth was securely fastened around her master’s cock.

David. The second face, far less welcome. He was standing in the centre of the room, his hands wrapped around Stacy’s skull, guiding her mouth back and forth around his cock. His eyes were half closed and he was grunting with satisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. “That’s a good ****. That’s a good little cocksucker. Looks like we’ve discovered your secret talent, huh? After all those years as a tease, you always just wanted to be on your knees with a cock in your mouth.”

Stacy’s face burned. There were tears in her eyes, but she couldn’t speak. Behind her, Lisa heard Lillian entering the room. A feeling of anger was burning inside of her now and she twisted back to glare at the other woman.

“Is this what you wanted me to see?”

Lillian’s hand flashed out, delivering a stinging slap that **** Lisa to jerk away in pain.

“Careful how you talk to your mistress, slut. No, this isn’t what we wanted. This is just the start. Though, I see David is taking advantage. Typical.”

She raised her voice before she spoke next, cutting through the wet gurgling of Stacy’s duties.

“Having fun, David?”

“Oh you know me,” David laughed. “Just killing time before the main event. Did you bring her?”

Lillian gestured to Lisa, who was kneeling on the ground, her eyes fixed on Stacy. She couldn’t seem to turn away. She was seeing her friend pleasuring her enemy, and though she was crying, Stacy did not seem to be hesitating at all. She’d thought she’d made the right choice before. Sacrificing herself for Stacy, but Lillian’s words haunted her mind.

Had she really achieved anything?

“Of course I did,” Lillian said. “You bring what I wanted?”

Now it was David’s turn to gesture. There was a bag lying on the ground in the corner and Lillian scoped it up eagerly. The first thing she took out was a phone, the camera gave off a soft glow. Lisa felt its beady eye play across her body with a shiver.

Another recording. Of course.

But Lillian didn’t hold the camera for long. She tucked it away in the corner, in the shadow of one of the machines.

“There,” she said. “Now it can record without me having to wave it around everywhere. Much better. And an extended battery too? Fancy.”

Lisa went to speak, to demand to know what was going on. She was sure that she would be punished for it, but even that would be better than just not knowing. Before she could, there came a knock on the door.

“They’re here,” David grinned. “Come on in!”

The door opened again and Lisa turned. Four more people were entering the gym. With a bolt of shock, she realised that she knew most of them. They were from that class, when the girls had been measured. It felt like an eternity ago now. Like another life.

David’s little gang…

A cold sweat broke out across her body. She was starting to see where this was going and she didn’t like it at all.

“What’s the matter?” Lillian asked. “Starting to see what’s going on? So far, we’ve not done anything with you but show you off, little slut. I guess it’s finally dropping for you that we could go further, huh? You wanna get fucked, Lisa? You want to get absolutely destroyed on camera?”

Lisa swallowed. Her throat was dry and her pulse was racing. This couldn’t be happening! She imagined the guys surrounding her. A cock in her pussy thrusting back and forth as a second one was buried in her ass. She imagined someone twisting her nipples, making her gasp and moan. And all the while, the despair, the helplessness and the knowledge that there was no escape from the camera…

“Well don’t worry,” Lillian “These boys aren’t for you. They’re for your friend over there.”

Stacy? No, that was even worse! Lisa’s heart fluttered and she tried to rise to her feet, but Lillian yanked her down.

“Slaves should be on their knees unless they want to be used.”

David was stepping back now, his cock was wet with saliva, his friends surrounded Stacy. There were four of them. One man was tall and bald, another small and blond. The third was slightly fat, while the fourth was muscular and powerful. Lisa didn’t know their names, but they hung around David like shadows on a sunny day. She should have expected them to get involved sooner or later but…

Not like this!

“Stacy!” She cried out, this time managing to get to her feet and stumble forward. But he felt Lillian’s arm lock around her throat, and she was pulled back into the other woman’s embrace. She felt hot air tickling her ear, and Lillian whispered.

“You watch this, Lisa. You watch and know that you can’t do anything about it. You tried to protect her, you tried to play the hero but guess what? The game was rigged from the start. You sacrificed yourself for nothing and now you’re going to watch your friend pay for it.”

Lisa shook her head, desperately trying to break free, but Lillian held her firmly, all she could do was watch.