A Good Fingering

Natalie felt the hands of her friends holding her in place, their fingers digging into her skin. Her legs felt like jelly, and the presence of Jake on one side, and Lyra on the other made her hyper focused on her own body. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, her pussy felt so wet, the image of Jake's face as he had been unable to even lie about it kept flashing in front of her eyes. It made her twist and shiver in mortification, but also excited her as the woman called Jean moved in, step by step. Her presence loomed over the three captives, rising higher and higher into their minds. She could hear Lyra breathing heavily to her left, while to her right, Jake was looking down at the floor, trying to pretend that he wasn't doing what he was.

Natalie gulped, and tried to swallow, her skin tingled, the cold tiles of the floor tickled the soles of her feet. She could feel her womanhood prickling as her nerves wound tight with stress and need. Before long, Jean was in front of her, the red-head woman was about her own height, but seemed taller. Jean was right on her face now, looking at her, Natalie could read hunger in her mind, but not sexual as such. Jean wasn't a lesbian by the traditional terms. She didn't get off on women. She got off on humiliation, and it didn't matter to her whether it was a guy or girl on the other end of her torments.

"Well, well, well, look at little Natalie standing there all anxious." Jean smirked. "Why don't we see just how wet you really are?"

Natalie froze, feeling Jean's fingers trail along the inside of her skirt, the tips of her nails brushing Natalie's mound, sending shivers racing through her. Her whole body straightened, the feeling was intense, Jean was gentle, but Natalie was already all hopped up on anticipation. She bit the underside of her lips to stop from moaning as Jean's fingers stroked back and forth, back and forth, tickling and teasing her. Natalie jerked as Jean extended one finger, trailing it along the entrance to her womanhood, gently probing her in a way that was impossible to ignore for anyone in the room.

"Oh god." Lyra whispered. "I'm so sorry Nat, I'm so sorry..."

Natalie grit her teeth, but it only lasted for a moment before Jean withdrew her hands, the tip of her finger glistened with liquid.

"You're really wet, huh?" She said. "I mean, I thought that Jake here might be imagining it. Maybe he hadn't been with a lot of girls, and didn't realise how much was typical, but you're really into this, right Nat?"

She turned her finger, this way and that, as though examining it.

"Be honest with me, is the reason you volunteered because you wanted to be then one to suffer? The others looked at you like you were a hero, but you weren't really. A hero would have volunteered because she didn't want anyone else to be used, but you did it because you wanted to be the one to suffer. Because you enjoy it, right?"

"No..." Natalie said, her breath catching in her throat. She felt like fire ants were pouring down her limbs, making them feel restless and itchy, she tried to move, shifting from side to side, but her friends held her tightly enough that she couldn't do much. "That's not it..."

"We will see..." Jean said. "But first, why don't you see what you taste like down there? Lick my finger clean."

She gestured with one hand, and Natalie opened her mouth, trying not to look to either side as Jean made her lick the offending digit. Natalie tested herself, her own juices, her eagerness and desire all melted on her tongue. Though, she didn't see it, she knew the others were staring at her, horrified as she licked the finger of the woman who was about to fuck her.

"Not bad," Jean said, pulling her hand free. "Eager. I like that. Let's see if you can keep lying to yourself."

Suddenly, Natalie felt Jean's fingers below her skirt again. This time, they were more rough, more demanding. Natalie jumped, feeling them caressing her lower self, tracing the shape of her mound. She started to breath heavily, trying to ignore how good it felt, how the sensation made her weak at the knees. Fuck, she hadn't felt like this for ages.

Before she knew it, Jean was running her fingers up and down Natalie's slit again, being careful, ever so careful, not to actually penetrate her, just to tease her, to cruelly make her jump and shudder as each stroke pressed against her womanhood, tracing the line which made her gasp and shudder. Natalie felt tears in the corners of her eyes, but spread her legs when she was told to, standing them them as far out as she could, her skirt was the only cover that she got, but that wasn't very good at all when both of her friends could see the colours on her face, and the way her body shifted and writhed in time with each of Jean's probing assaults. Natalie felt the air straining to escape from her lungs, her lower body was tense and taut, her nerves were being driven to the very edge of their control, she was trying not to moan now with each movement, but she knew it was a losing battle, and the idea that she was being **** to show this side of herself to her friends made her want to curl up and die, but maybe not too soon, because it also felt so much more intense. Her lower body was on fire with sensation, little traces of lightning dancing through her nerves. she could see Frank and John watching with hungry expressions, but even this thought vanished a moment later when Jean finally started for real.

Suddenly, Jean started to penetrate her with her fingers, moving them back and forth more and more rapidly, no longer stroking, but actually driving them into her slit. Natalie threw her head back and cried out in surprise, her legs shaking, she would have collapsed if Lyra and Jake didn't hold her steady, but even that was hard for her to know just then because Jean was moving faster and faster, her fingers furiously pumping, the speed and roughness made Natalie's pussy constrict, holding onto them even more tightly, which in turn only led to her feeling more and more as Jean grinned, catching her wide-eyed look of dismay.

Natalie was gasping, moaning with each movement, each penetration sent waves rocketing through her. Heat roared and flurried within her, desire and pleasure raced through her body, making her writhe in place like a helpless animal caught in a trap.

"Oh...oh...oh god..." Natalie murmured to herself, the words escaping her voice without her consent. "Oh..oh..oh fuck..." Her whole body was covered in sweat now, she was swaying on her feet, her womanhood was blooming with pleasure, lightning crackled between her two lips, crashing and hissing with each penetration, Jean continued to finger her, moving faster and faster as she did, the speed and friction did odd things to Natalie's head, made her moan and want to beg. She could feel heat gathering between her legs, and knew it was the start of a climax.

Oh god, was she really going to cum here? Like this? in her uniform? Right in front of her friends? She couldn't! But it was almost impossible to resist, Natalie felt the rising desire crushing any self control she could muster, each moment, each second, she was driven closer and closer to the edge, her unwillingness doing nothing to reduce the feeling that sparked and danced and rushed through her body. Jean's fingers played a tempo to her nerves, filling her with lightning, making her dance and shake, shivers flowed through her legs, her legs were utterly useless, and only the fact that Lyra and Jake still held her up kept her from collapsing on the ground. Her head arched, her eyes closed, but there was no escape from the spreading heat of her pussy, filling her whole world with explosions and promises of future delights.

Natalie desperately tried to resist the urge to cum, but it was growing stronger and stronger, and she already knew this was going to be a fight that she would most certainly lose.