The Dawn of the New World

Diana opened her eyes.

She was lying on the cold hard ground of the balcony above the college. For a moment, she was puzzled about this, but then it all came rushing back. She gingerly pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head,her long hair fell down over her shoulders. The cold air was chilly against her naked body, and she shivered, though not just from the aforementioned cold. No matter how long she had been a ****, or how many people had seen her naked, Diana could never get over it. Each time, she felt the urge to cover herself, the shock of her nudity rushed through her body, colouring her face red.

Gordon - her master - was standing on the edge of the balcony, just by the fence as he so often did, overlooking the college and the rest of the people there. Diana felt a sense of gratitude that after the horrible experience of the **** initiation ceremony, Gordon was the one she had been assigned to, unlike poor Lisa who had gotten David! She had seen the kind of games that David made Lisa play, and they were absolutely dreadful. He and Lillian got together to **** her all of the time.

Gordon's back was to her, but that didn't mean anything. She had long known that her master had ways of knowing things that she couldn't comprehend.

"G-Gordon?" She said in confusion. "What happened?"

"Nothing much," he said, still looking down at the campus. "You had a little bit of a turn after I was **** to punish you."

"You punished me?" Diana felt her cheeks going red. "Um, I'm sorry, I can't remember what I did..."

"That's all right, though you should probably call me master like you're supposed to."

"O-of course." Diana nodded. It made perfect sense. He was her master after all, assigned by the college and the ultimate authority in her life over the last few weeks. She still wasn't used to it, though.

"Look at the people down there, Diana." Gordon said, giving her the honour of using her name, "What do you think of them? Do you believe they have free will?"

"Free will?" She said, her brows wrinkled in confusion, "I don't understand... why would they not have that?"

"No reason," He chuckled, "Tell me though, if I could control them, would you see it as bad? Wrong?"

"I don't understand." She said again, "You can't be wrong. You're my master."

"Very good." He laughed, turning to face her. As always, Diana felt the shame of her enforced nudity as his eyes traced over her form. She struggled not to hide himself as he looked at her, examining her in every detail. It was his right as her master, she wasn't allowed to hide anything from him. He looked at her breasts, at the nipple rings that he'd punished her by allowing David to get her. And her face grew even more red as she felt his eyes falling to the place between her thighs, where the glint of the clit ring she'd gotten at the same time could be noticed.

"Very good." he said a second time, his voice more confident. "What is your purpose in life, Diana?"

"I am a ****." She said, her eyes on the floor. Her mind screamed against admitting this thing, and her dignity curled up and wept, but she had ****. It was what she was now, and she just had to accept it. The fact that she couldn't was why she had been punished so much, even again today...

She had to make up for her failures, she had to be a good ****.

"And are you happy being a ****?"

"I..." Somehow, it was impossible to lie to him. Diana shook her head, "I don't want to be a ****! I feel humiliated all then time! People who used to be my friends just stare at my body, and I am not even allowed to make choices for myself! I hate this!"

He smiled.

"But you're still bound to do it?"

"I...yes..." Diana closed her eyes against the tears. "I'm just a **** according to the college and to the governments. I don't have any rights, I don't have any powers of my own. e-even though I hate it, it's all I'll ever be..."

"Good."