Meeting with Anya and Kyle

"You're insane." Kyle said flatly.

"I'm afraid that's how it has fallen,." Anya said. "Out of all the students, you were the one who was selected."

Lisa was standing in the back of the room. She felt her cheeks flaring bright red. Her throat was dry, and she was gently moving her weight from foot to foot. This was because she was quite naked, as had been demanded of her, except for the collar, of course, which she wore across her throat. She was currently using her arms to cover her breasts, and standing behind a desk to cover her womanhood. As soon as she had arrived, Anya had told her to prepare to meet her master before summoning Kyle, who looked totally surprised as well as rather unhappy to find one of his best female friends stripped naked and trying to cover herself.

Not that it prevented him from looking at her every now and then. His eyes would wander almost without his own volition. Lisa would pretend not to notice, but each time he did, her heart jumped. Standing there behind the desk made everything feel so much more real to her, and she was having a hard time catching her breath. The humiliation she was feeling right now was very real. Though, she had been naked before in front of the whole college, this was somehow much more personal.

"That's bullshit." Kyle growled, "She is - was - my friend! I can't just take her as a damn sex ****! Are you insane?"

"I know it's hard," Anya said with sympathy, "But the system is set up to benefit everyone. Seeing a sex **** around makes the whole campus happy, and Lisa here gets a free ride through college. It's not a bad deal, is it? What do you think Lisa?"

Lisa swallowed, trying to sound like she was at home in this situation instead of both awkward and horny, "I-it's okay Kyle. This is how it has to be, right?"

"No, damn it, it's not okay!" Kyle snarled, "You shouldn't be stripped naked and fucked in front of the college! Who even made that okay? You have rights!"

"No." Anya said, "I am afraid she does not. Not so long as she continues to attend the college. Her position is decided, set in stone. Regardless of what you or even she thinks of it,. Lisa IS the college sex ****, and we will treat her as such. Now, due to a quirk of luck, or perhaps fate, out of all the people who could have been chosen to be her master, your name came up. You were previously close to her back when she was-"

"A person?" Kyle glared at her.

"I was going to say a regular student," Anya refused to be cowed, "But either works. "Anyway, due to your prior relationship, it was pondered as to whether a new name should be drawn, but I have decided to give you a chance. One chance, Kyle. If you don't take it, then she's going to default to being college property."

"Property?" Kyle said, "Listen to yourself! She's Lisa! She's a person! She can't be property, this is insane."

"P-please Kyle..." Lisa said, "I know this is asking a lot but if you don't take me, the college gets me and...and I don't want to go them."

"As a ****, you don't have a choice." Anya reminded her, "But yes, I do agree that it would be better for you if you went to someone who actually cared for your safety. Obviously, you will be protected in all cases, but I fear that others might be more...rough... than Kyle here."

Kyle's fists clenched, and his face looked tense. His eyes swept over to Lisa, spending only a few seconds on her body as he rose to meet her face. He flushed bright red, not used to seeing his friend naked like this. He looked like he was chewing something as his teeth started to grind.

"This is insane." He said at last, repeating it as though it would set the world to right. "You can't expect me to make a sex **** out of my best friend."

"Why not?" Anya said, "You seemed to enjoy it yesterday."

Kyle winced as though he'd been struck by an actual blow. Lisa took a deep breath, her heart was beating fast.

"Please..." She said again, her eyes were on the ground, it was easier if she didn't have to look up at him, if she didn't have to see that she was begging one of her oldest friends to enslave her. "Yesterday was really hard, Kyle. And...and I don't want to become the **** of some random guy or girl. Y-you know what I would be used for. They'd fuck me. They'd make me touch myself, and they'd let everyone see... I'd have no dignity, no escape... just another ****... another whore."

Slowly, she looked up, her eyes tracing over his body. His face looked absolutely appalled, but he also had an erection which was hard for his trousers to disguise. it seemed like he had not expected to hear her speak so frankly about her situation.

"If...if it has to be someone.... if I have to become this... please let it be with you...I-if I don't call you master, then soon enough, you'll have to listen to me calling someone else by that name."

"That's right," Anya nodded, "Since you do seem to care for her, Kyle consider that. Would you be able to live with yourself if you did not help her now by taking the position before someone worse was able to fill it? Imagine if you were walking down the corridor one day, and ran into Lisa and master. Imagine of Lisa was moaning and gasping, riding his cock right there in the corridor. She's calling out to him, calling him master, telling him how good he is, and you can see that she is miserable, but you have lost your chance to help her. So you have to listen to her voice, ''master, you're so big'' ''master, you're so hard.'' ''Master, please fuck this unworthy slut''. And that is your friend, the girl you could have helped if only you had taken the chance."

Lisa gulped, hearing that grim prediction of her future made her sex tingle. She tried to pretend that it hadn't turned her on nearly as much as it really had.

"Fuck!" Kyle shouted, his fist slammed down on the desk as hard as it could. The whole structure shuddered, and papers went flying. He looked up into Anya's eyes, and glared.

"You know that I can't let that happen! You know that I'll do whatever it takes to protect her!"

"The only way that you can protect her is by making her your ****." Anya said, "I am giving you that chance. Most of the staff didn't want to. Think about that."

"Fine." Kyle snarled, "Fine, I'll take her! just don't expect me to treat her any differently!"

"Actually, I'm afraid that you have to." Anya said, "Given your prior relationship, the rest of the staff insisted on the following list of rules if you did take possession of her."

She handed him a page or writing, which Lisa craned her neck to see. Anya didn't let her, but Lisa suspected it was just the rephrased rules she'd written the other night. A moment later, Kyle confirmed it.

"She has to wear sexual clothes? She has to be punished at least once a day? No treating her equally?"

"Those are the conditions." Anya nodded, "For what it's worth, I do believe they are a bit harsh, but it was all I could do to swing this at all. If I had insisted on anything less, it would have been a dealbreaker."

Lisa saw Kyle close his eyes, as if fighting to control his temper.

"Fine." He said, "Fine, we'll do it. We'll do them all."

"Before you fully take possession of her..." Anya went on, "There is just one more thing."