Stacy's Challenge

The question of ''how to **** her friends'' had never really occurred to Stacy before. As a rule, she wasn't into that sort of thing so it's not like she even had any fantasies of her own to draw from. As she stepped up towards the machine, using one finger to spread her lower lips, she tried to ignore the humiliation by focusing on the punishment she would inflict.

The idea made her want to curl up inside. How exactly was she supposed to punish both Lisa and Diana? It had to be humiliating and degrading, so she couldn't just make something up. The machine clicked, and the screen turned green. She assumed that meant she was now the mistress. Stacy swallowed, turning back to her friends.

So this was the life of a ****, huh? It seemed cruel beyond belief but at the same time, she could not quite banish the arousal which had clouded her thoughts before. Stacy had had boyfriends, of course and she had done things with them but never had she felt as aroused and yet as helpless as she did now.

She wondered how far she should go in punishing the twins. The thought made her churn inside. Having two twins at their mercy sounded like the fantasy of a lot of guys she'd spoken to. She realised there were people would probably do quite a lot to be in her place right now.

"Let's start," she breathed. The twin watched her warily, doubtless wondering what exactly she would come up with.

She was wondering the same thing. The collar around her throat felt heavy, and her lack of clothes was impossible to escape. Stacy **** herself to breath carefully, deciding to start with something she knew.

"Lisa," she said. "Kyle is your master now, right?"

"That's right," Lisa said. "I was assigned to him when I was made a ****. But the college wasn't convinced that he would treat me properly, so they had to add some conditions."

Stacy knew that. The two of them had talked about it already, but she was getting an idea. it made her tense and nervous- she didn't want to do it to her friend! But what other choice did she have?

"One of the conditions was that he has to punish you publicly every day, isn't that right?"

"Yes," Lisa's gaze drifted to the tiles of the floor. "He has to punish me every day to prove that our relationship isn't too friendly."

"I see," Stacy said. "How do you think you should be punished?"

Lisa looked up suddenly, as if surprised.

"Stacy?"

"You heard what I said. Tell me how you think you should be punished? Make it humiliating and degrading, the kind of thing that would really have an effect on you."

There was colour in Lisa's cheeks now. She looked like she wanted to refuse, but all three of them were pieces in someone else's game, and none of them really had a say. Lisa swallowed her anger, and her eyes drifted back towards the ground.

"I don't know," she said. "I have't really thought about it."

"Okay," Stacy said. "In that case, I'll ask Diana."

"You want me to tell you how I think I should be punished?" Diana asked.

"No, you tell me how Lisa should be punished. That's the contest. Each one of you has to come up with a punishment for the other. Whoever's is more degrading is the winner. The loser is the one who can't bring themselves to humiliate their sister. If neither of you can do it, I lose."

There. She'd said it. Now everything lay with them. Stacy felt guilty and awkward, but she'd given them both a way out. If they refused to play, she'd accept the punishment safe in the knowledge that she was protecting her friends.