Lisa Is Presented to the College... and She's Not Alone.

“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.”