Lisa Is To Watch And Lillian Has Her Own Fun

The blonde woman was looking from one to the other. Her eyes settled on Lisa for a moment, widening as she realised her situation.

“How far do we go with this one, David?” Spoke the muscular guy. “She’s yours, right? What do you want us to do?”

“Fuck her brains out,” David laughed. “Make her squeal. Don’t do anything permanent, mind, but by the time you’re done, I want her totally out of it. Give her the best fuck of her life.”

The guys grinned, some of them laughed. Stacy paled, shaking her head, but her position as a college **** did not allow her to refuse. It was a direct order from her master and the rules were clear on her options. None.

The very same rules that Lisa had drawn.

She hated herself then. Hated how stupid she had been. How she’d left no escape without the damn rulebook. None of this was supposed to happen! She had to get out, she had to-

Lillian’s fingers brushed lightly across her chest and Lisa gave a shuddering moan. Her traitorous body flamed with heat. Two of Lillian’s fingers began to stroke and pluck at her left nipple, each touch sending pleasure racing through her and making her chest tight. Lisa shook her head, trying to deny that it was happening but…

But it felt so good!

“Your best friend is going to get fucked by four guys,” Lillian whispered into Lisa’s ear. “And you’re going to get off to it. You’re going to cum to the sight of Stacy being pounded like she never has before.”

“Never,” Lisa hissed. She shook her head, summoning her defiance. “Fuck you!”

“You’re not lucky enough for that slut. But hey, at least you can get off watching your blonde friend get the fuck of her life.”

So saying, Lillian’s first hand continued to caress her breasts, her fingers stroking and kneading the sensitive flesh. Lisa moaned, shaking her head in denial. Fiery sensation streamed through her body, and her breathing started to become sharp and fast.

But that was nothing compared to the other hand, which dipped lower and lower. Slowly, sensually tracing a path across her thighs and down towards her pussy. Lillian’s fingers brushed Lisa’s lower lip and the dark-haired girl recoiled.

Fuck, it felt way too good!

“Already so wet, slut? No wonder you’re not fighting hard. I bet you’re secretly enjoying this.”

“Fuck you,” Lisa growled again. But her face was burning. Humiliation and helplessness boiled within her. Was this really happening? This couldn’t be real! But she couldn’t do anything to stop it. If she did, both Stacy and she would be punished even harder.

All she could do was watch.

The guys were undressed now, their clothes lay in piles on the ground. Strewn roughly and eagerly discarded. There was not one of them who didn’t have a throbbing erection, their cocks were stiff and ready. One of them, the muscular one, was idly stroking himself. His fingers caressed the head of his shaft as he regarded Stacy. Still naked, frozen in shock.

“****,” David said. “Show them how much you want them. Beg them to fuck you.”

“W-what?” Stacy turned to him, her eyes were wide and her face was pale. “You can’t be serious!”

“I’m sorry, did you think it was a question? That was an order! Beg to be fucked like the slutty **** that you are! Or else you’ll be punished again and this time I won’t go easy.”

Stacy’s eyes flashed across the room and they locked with Lisa’s, for a moment both girls were locked in silent communication.

I’m so, so sorry! Lisa tried to say, tried to get her to understand. This is all my fault! I did this! I caused this and I can’t fix it!

But she couldn’t say it. She could barely even think. One of Lillian’s hands was at her chest, rubbing and stroking her nipples until she wanted to scream. The other was caressing her pussy, slender fingers gently running back and forth along her outer lips. Tweaking and teasing and promising like the touch of the most gentle lover. Humiliation burned within her as she felt her body responding. An aching need built inside of her that just wanted more and more.

Air catching in her throat, body burning with desire and mortification, Lisa could only watch as Stacy spoke.

“Please,” she whispered, the words tearing at her throat in the same way that they tore at Lisa’s soul. How could this be happening? She was supposed to have saved Stacy!

It wasn’t fair…

“Please fuck me,” Stacy croaked. “Please fuck my slutty pussy.”

The muscular man strode forward, his cock was hard, jutting out from between his legs. “You heard her boys, let’s get to work.”

He grabbed her by the shoulder and **** her to stumble forwards. His other hand shot out, kneading her left breast. She gave a low moan that sent shivers racing down Lisa’s spine.

Not like this!

Lillian’s hands grew faster and more insistent, their butterfly-touches trailing and tracing her skin. Lillian’s body was pressed up against her back, she could feel her breasts against her spine. Lisa tried to shake it off, tried to speak, to move, to do something.

But she could only endure. Her pussy throbbed, A tight, hot ball of pleasure coiling between her legs. She couldn’t look away. Shame filled her even more because of that. Stacy was about to be fucked by complete strangers and Lisa couldn’t even turn her head.

The guys were all around Stacy now. Someone slapped her ass and she gasped, someone else was kissing her, their mouth fastened against her left nipple and she squeaked. Lisa’s body churned, the sounds filling her mind and making her wetter and more ashamed.

How could she be getting off on this? She didn’t want to be! But Lillian’s hands were delicate and merciless, they teased out every last drop of pleasure. Moving and caressing and stroking, drawing out everything. Forcing her to feel so good and so bad at the same time. The conflicting emotions served only to heighten her sense of failure, helplessness and shame.

“You thought you’d saved her,” Lillian said. “But look what you caused, Lisa. You’re not a very good hero, are you?”

Lisa gasped, a spike of pleasure stabbed through her body. Heat blazed inside of her and her clit ached.

Stacy cried out helplessly. One of the guys was prying apart the cheeks of her ass with his hands. His cock was stiff, the tip pointed right at her back entrance. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking.

“N-no,” she gasped. “Not there! I-I’ve never done anything there! Please!”

But they didn’t heed and with one thrust, their cock began to sink into her. Stacy squealed, her muscles tightening and her face locking into a rictus of shock. But that didn’t last long, because the muscular man was spreading her legs now, his cock pushing into her pussy. She gave a ragged moan, feeling it penetrate her and fill her up.

“Oh god,” Stacy gasped, her head arching back. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!”

They were moving now. Fucking her together. Her body shook with the impacts, their hips moving back and forth. Each thrust **** her deeper onto the cock of the other man, Lisa could only watch in horror. Imagining what it must feel like to be penetrated from the front and the back at the same time.

“Are you enjoying this?” Lillian’s voice filled her with shame. Her hands tracing, stroking, torturing her with pleasure. Lisa’s back bucked, her body writhed. She wanted to escape, but she couldn’t.

She felt relief for a moment as Lillian’s hand dropped away from her chest, but it came back a moment later. This time, it was holding something. A plastic handle topped by a cruel-looking cylinder. The tip was half open, a gleaming needle stored away in the ‘’muzzle’’ of a plastic hook.

A piercing gun.

Lisa’s body froze. Her eyes were drawn to it as if it had its own gravity. She couldn’t look away. That wasn’t…she couldn’t do that, could she? Slaves couldn’t be damaged permanently!

But she’d given up that right when she’d saved Stacy. She’d waived even that protection in a **** attempt to get Lillian to take her deal. Some part of her had never thought that the other woman would take advantage of it, though!

The tip of the gun played across her naked skin. Shivers raced across her body, Lillian’s eyes were dark and cruel, her lips twisted into a tight little smirk.

“Are you going to beg, Lisa?”

Lisa swallowed. She wanted to beg. She wanted to beg so much. But she knew that it wouldn’t help, and she refused to let Lillian break her even now.

“Then watch your friend get fucked,” Lillian said. “And enjoy it like the little slut you are.”

Stacy was moaning more and more loudly now. Her body shaking, her breasts jiggling as she was **** back and forth by the two guys. They were moving faster and faster, their groans echoing with hers. Her hands were curled into fists, her face was pale. She looked like she couldn’t believe what was happening or what she was feeling.

But Lisa could only watch with half of her focus. The evil gun was still tracing its way along her body. Back and forth and back and forth, building up suspense and tension. Sometimes, Lillian would stop. She’d hold it in place until Lisa wanted to scream to do it or not to. But she never pressed the trigger. Instead, she’d move on. Lisa was quaking now, her body shivering and shaking. Lillian’s other hand was still playing with her pussy. More forceful now. Her fingers were stroking and teasing Lisa’s lower lips apart.

No! No, no, no! She had to fight! She had to resist! She couldn’t cum like this!

Stacy let out a ragged gasp, her body shivering as pleasure raced through her. The man in her ass had cum, the feeling throbbed through her body, and the man in her pussy fucked her even harder. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room. Stacy’s moans grew deeper, **** and wanting.

Suddenly, Lisa felt the hook of the piercing gun close about her left nipple. A spark of realisation hit her, and she knew this time it wasn’t a bluff.

Lillian pressed the trigger and Lisa felt pain. Sharp, driving pain as the needle lanced out. She cried out, her eyes closing against the onslaught. The needle tore into the sensitive nipple which was already engorged from Lillian’s teasing. The wave of pain and pleasure was incredible, rending through her thoughts like a tidal wave of crashing water against a puny wooden dam.

The worst part was that Lillian’s fingers began to enter her pussy at the same time, thrusting faster and faster as if to counterpoint the pain with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy rippled through her, meeting and melding with the burning from her nipple.

She cried out, her back arching, tears in her eyes. Humiliation, pain, and pleasure all mixed together and pounded against her resolve.

Lillian withdrew the gun. Blinking back tears, Lisa looked down and saw a tiny metal barbel gleaming against the pink of her nipple. She’d been pierced! Her legs felt weak. Her pussy was throbbing. She was gasping, helpless, humiliated and beaten.

No! Not beaten! She wasn’t done yet! She had to fight! She had to-

The plastic hook closed against her other nipple.

“Do you want to beg now, Lisa?”

Lisa shook her head silently, hating herself for being unable to speak, to shout, to defy her more loudly. But that didn’t matter. Simple refusal was defiance enough.

The gun fired a second time. Lisa’s twisted cry emerged more loudly, cutting through the grunting of Stacy’s situation. The pain was sharper now, more concentrated. Pounding and burning, the needle pierced her again as her back twisted and her mistress laughed.

Again, Lillian’s fingers picked up the pace, now truly penetrating her. Fucking her again and again and drawing forth a savage wave of pleasure to mix with the pain and **** her very being. Lisa cried out, a wordless sound of defeated humiliation boiled through her being. She couldn’t believe this was happening!

Stacy was on her knees now. Someone’s cock was in her mouth. Her hand was desperately working the cock of a second man. The third one was stroking himself idly, watching with obvious enjoyment,

Smack!

The fourth guy lashed out with a slap against her ass. Stacy’s body shuddered, and her skin started to redden. The man laughed and did it again and again and again until the blonde girl was quaking and moaning around the hardened shaft. The man came, his seed spilled into her throat and Stacy started to cough. He pulled out, and someone else ordered her to lie on her back. A sharp look from David was all it took, and a new guy positioned himself between her legs, gripping her thighs roughly and half-raising them as his cock pressed against the dripping slit of her pussy.

Her feverish moans grew to a higher pitch. Lisa couldn’t block them out, but nor could she focus on them through the red haze of pain which rippled from her chest. Both of her nipples had been pierced, tiny metal studs gleamed there, and the sharp waves which radiated from them were filling her mind. She was gasping, breathing heavily, trying to maintain her control and composure.

Then she felt the hook of the piercing gun close again. This time against the nub of her clitoris. Her eyes widened, panic and horror tore through her.

“No…” She gasped, already imagining the absolute agony that would come from Lillian pressing the trigger there.

“You want a third piercing?” Lillian asked. “You have two choices. Grind against my fingers until you cum like a total slut or else I’m going to press the button. You have five seconds to decide.”

Lisa wanted to resist. She wanted to refuse, to accept the pain in exchange for defying Lillian. But she couldn’t. It was just too much. Stacy’s moans and gasps, the pain from her nipples, the realisation of her crushing failure. She had been beaten. Utterly, completely beaten. Every move she’d tried to make, Lillin had countered. She hadn’t saved Stacy, she hadn’t saved herself. She was humiliated, pierced, being fingered by her enemy while her best friend was fucked by four guys.

And now she was going to grind against Lillian’s hand and make herself cum like a slut.

Her face burned, and there were tears in her eyes. Her pussy throbbed in **** need, and she began to move. Her hips lifted and fell, grinding herself against Lillian’s fingers. It felt good. Oh fuck, it felt so good. Her clit was awash with desire. Her face was red with shame. There were tears in her eyes.

“Faster,” Lillian ordered. “I told you to do it like a slut. Do it as fast as possible, and moan like the whore you are.”

Her words were harder than blows. More stinging than slaps. Lisa twisted and writhed and hated herself for doing as she was told. She threw back her head and moaned, her motions becoming more frenzied. Lillian’s fingers sank inside of her, penetrating her and fucking her.

It felt so good! Her body was broiling! Why could she not control herself? Why did she already feel like her mind was fogging with pleasure? She had to fight this! She had to remember who she was!

Lisa moaned. She couldn’t help it. The sounds tore themselves free from her throat, and her cries of agonised pleasure joined Stacy’s to fill the gym.

Speaking of Stacy, the man in her pussy had cum, his seed soaking her lower lips. Someone else **** her roughly to her feet. His hands pinched and twisted her nipples until she was crying out for mercy. A second guy closed in, thrusting two fingers into her pussy and grinding them back and forth until she kicked out in shameful ecstasy.

Lisa could take no more. With a last, despairing cry, she came and came hard. The feeling rocked her body, tearing into her like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her moan started low, growing in time with the wave of ecstasy that crashed through her and stole her thoughts and breath. It was a swirling vortex of heat and pleasure that filled her mind and body and before she knew it, she was crashing to her knees. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth gaped. She was cumming harder than she ever had before and all she could hear were the moans of her best friend being fucked.

Lillian stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a twisted expression of glee.

“I always wanted to see you like this,” she admitted. “And now I have, I just want to say that it was worth the wait.”

Lisa couldn’t reply. Her whole body was shaking. The orgasm was still echoing through her nerves. But Lillian’s next words cut through all of that as if she’d been plunged into a pool of icy water.

“Hey, guys! You must be tired of only one ****. Why don’t you take a turn at two?”

David laughed, and Lisa realised this had been the plan all along. Two of the men stayed with Stacy while two others turned towards her. Lisa didn’t have the strength to fight, and she was **** roughly to her feet. A pair of hands groped at her chest, inspiring stabbing pain from her new piercings. Something hard and warm was pressed between her legs.

“Since you’re such a slut, I figured I would give you a reward,” Lillian said. “It must have been so hard watching your friend enjoy herself without you. Now you can both have fun.”

Lisa tried to protest, to beg, to do anything but she didn’t have the strength. The piercings and the orgasm had ripped away her words. If she’d been given time to recover, perhaps she could have acted.

But there was no time.

David and Lillian watched as Lisa was pulled right alongside Stacy to join in the gangbang.