The Dawn of the Next Day

That night, the sisters did not sleep well. Each of them retired to their own room, where each of them was awaited by their own particular torment. For Lisa, it was a punishment of sorts. David would allow her to take out the vibrator while she slept, but only if she masturbated to a climax for him, taking photos with a phone he'd sent in the bag. If he didn't think she looked ''slutty'' enough, then she'd have to do it again, or suffer the vibrator until morning. So, for the next few hours, Lisa touched herself, using toys and fingers until her body trembled, and her womanhood was throbbing. Only once she was both absolutely humiliated and absolutely existed did David allow her to sleep.

For Diana, it was David's new play, forcing the two of them to get pierced. It made her flush bright red now that she was alone, the idea of having her body used like that, metal inserted into her nipples and womanhood. Though, it also made her curious, and strangely giddy. She'd always wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to be pierced. it was a permanent sign, a mark that could not be removed once applied.

Which was, of course, exactly why David had insisted on it. She saw what he was doing easily enough. He was marking them both, using Lisa to reach out to her as a sort of warning shot. He obviously intended to break them both before he was done, using her love for her sister to manipulate them both. For now, she saw nothing to do but play along, at least while her investigation was still going.

Nonetheless, she made sure to write a new rule in the rulebook before she went to sleep.

Old Rule: Body Piercings Heal extremely quickly, and always have. This is not considered to be odd in any way, and recovery can take place in as little as a week or even less. Though still tender and sore, piercings are fully functional and physically healthy within about 12 hours.

That was a bit of a risk, she admitted to herself. If the other person who had a rulebook was watching and know what was up, then if they both recovered instantly, it would be a dead give away that Diana had the rulebook as well. But, if she didn't do anything at all, she was sure that Lisa would be tormented much more harshly due to the recovery making her sensitive. She had to make a bet that their enemy was male (Not a terribly difficult bet, she was thinking since they seemed to enjoy females being tormented. They could be a lesbian, but there wasn't much she could do if that was the case.) and didn't know how long it took a piercing to heal normally. This way, it might look natural, especially if she made it so this had always been the case.

She also used the rulebook to secure an appointment to get pierced for the two of them, and only then did she allow herself to slip into a deep and haunted sleep.

The next day, Diana felt her insides all bundled up, knotted with tension and anxiety as she slid out of bed, the covers falling around her body. The cold air prickled her skin as she stood up, and moved to the bathroom to get ready to go out. With a pile of clothes draped over the edge of the bath, she made herself look presentable, combing her hair, and washing her face. She wondered for a moment why she was doing it. As though respectability was really the foremost of her problems right about now. But it was part of the pattern, part of the cycle of her life. She used it to root herself, to allow herself to feel normal. And right about now, normal was good. It made her feel stronger, more connected. It let her control herself, to reach for the high level of self-discipline that she was known for.

Ice Queen, they called her? It made her chuckle a little. She was just someone who knew her own mind was all. Someone who knew how to set a goal and to reach for it. She was focused like an arrow, like a laser, and right now, she was bringing that all to bear. The rulebook sat beside her clothes, and across from this, a list of names. Several of them were now crossed out. The number of possibilities was getting lower and lower, and Diana felt as if she was both hunter and hunted. As though this was some sort of game, though with everything at stake. Like two tigers circling a kill, the first one to make a mistake would be the one to lose. There was her, and there was the other, unknown rulebook user. She didn't know much about them, but she was sure that they didn't know much about her either.

The key way to win, she knew, wasn't always to go right for the victory. That was how you tripped up, or got caught by the unexpected. The real way to win consistently was to minimise the ways you could lose. You took that possibility, that fifty-fifty split, and you brought the chance of losing as far down as you could. Obviously, everyone knew this on some level. But most people didn't commit fully. They did well enough, and then they stopped, but Diana couldn't afford to stop. She needed every single advantage.

David, bastard that he was, had actually reminded her or something. She'd used the rulebook so much, focused o nit, relied on it... but it wasn't the only tool she had. It wasn't even the best tool. The best tool she had was, and always would be, her own mind.

That was why, as she stood in the bathroom, Diana bent down for a moment and reached for the rulebook, made a modification that came with a soft sound of tearing.

It was probably nothing. it would probably lead to nothing.

But it was always better to be prepared.

Just in case.

After she was done in the bathroom, Diana threw on a pair of jeans, and a loose fitting shirt over a basic bra, and went out to meet her sister. Lisa was looking a lot better today, with better colour in her skin, and the vibrator that she had been **** to wear was turned off.

"David allowed me to." She explained with a grimace. "Since it might interfere with the piercing, I am allowed to go without it for today."

"But you're not allowed to wear clothes?"

"No," Lisa said, "Not allowed to wear clothes."

"Well, it's a good thing we're taking the car then." Diana said. "You don't have to walk through the street naked. Come on, let's get this over with. I used the rulebook to make it so we have an appointment, and the healing should be a lot easier too. Don't look at me like that - I made it so it always was this way. David won't know any difference."

"But someone with a rulebook might, Di."

She shrugged.

"I'll take the risk. But I'm not having you have to wait the full time to recover. God knows what David would do to you."

Later, as she was driving, Diana watched the city rolling past them. The road wasn't too busy, and they were making good speed. She could hear Lisa behind her sitting in the passenger seat, and so long as she didn't turn around and see that her twin was naked, she could at least pretend that all was right with the world.

After about five minutes of driving, Lisa spoke up, almost hesitantly

"Hey, Diana..."

"Yeah?"

"How has Kyle been doing? I haven't seen him around recently because....well, you know..."

"Kyle?" Diana frowned. Truth be told, she hadn't looked in on him. What with one thing and another, she hadn't really had time for anyone who wasn't Stacy or Lisa. "I mean, he's doing all right I suppose. Why do you ask?"

"Well... I was thinking.... when this whole thing is over...I might go out with him."

Diana raised an eyebrow.

"You mean have sex with him?"

"Well, that too." Lisa giggled. "It wouldn't exactly be the first time now, would it? But no, I mean I could maybe see us going on dates or something. I was sort of impressed by how he acted back when I was made a ****, how angry he was, and how much he felt like it was wrong, even though the rulebook made him think it was right. Even though he didn't know why it was wrong, or how, he still felt like it was bad somehow. How many other people have reacted like that?"

"Well....none, actually." Diana said, "I suppose I hadn't really considered his point of view there, but you're right. He was the only one who didn't seem to buy into it on some level."

"I think it might mean that he cares about me on some levels...you know, as more than friends..."

"And the fact that he fucked you on stage in front of the whole college doesn't?"

"Diana!" Lisa gasped, "You're not supposed to say things like that! I'm supposed to be the one to say things like that to shock you!"

Diana smiled in spite of herself.

"Let's just say that things have been shaken up for the last week or so, eh? But I notice you didn't answer my question. Is that part of it too?"

"Well.... I mean.... I did enjoy that..." Lisa admitted, "feeling his cock inside of me was amazing, Diana. With everyone watching, and me being a ****, and so totally helpless, but at the same time, getting everything I wanted? I'd never felt so horny in my life."

"You sound like you're enjoying what has happened to you."

"With David? Fuck no. But before that? I'm woman enough to admit I liked it a bit...or, okay, well, a lot. I mean, we both have that fetish right? Don't pretend that if things hadn't gone wrong, you wouldn't be planning your own fun right now."

Diana said nothing. Lisa was right and she knew it.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the piercing and tattoo place.