Casey Breaks

"Of course." Wren said, stepping away from Casey's body. The younger woman felt a surge of regret as she felt the other pull away. "If you don't want to give in, that's fine. You don't have to. But Natalie here is already under my power, and if you were to join her, I am sure having two slaves would lessen the burden for them both."

Natalie had said nothing until now. She felt herself exposed, her legs **** wide, and the tape which held her lower lips was rough when she tried to move. Her nipples had become harder and harder to ignore, Wren's makeshift clamps gradually making them more sensitive with each breath she took. The chopsticks, bound by the elastic, squeezed her nipples firmly. The pain she felt from the hold was slow and pulsing, gradually becoming stronger and stronger the longer she was bound. Her hands were tied behind her back, so she couldn't even save herself. She tried to focus on what Wren was saying to Natalie, but her own situation was becoming quite distracting. She knew she was breathing heavily, and sweat beaded her body. The gradual rising pain in her chest made her muscles squeeze tight against her bonds, showing off her body even more than she intended. Her womanhood was beyond tingling now, and it ached to be touched and stroked. The sharp heat rose through her body like a river, the strength of her need was constantly at the back of her mind.

She felt both utterly aroused, and completely humiliated. Helpless and yet wanting more of it. Even the pain in her chest served to draw her attention to the fact that she was naked and bound, the pulsing ache constantly on her mind, breaking into her thoughts, and making it hard to focus on anything else.

Part of her noted that she must look like a real mess right now. Sweaty, and with her hair all over the place, heaving for air, her body on display for the whole world to see. The lust and anticipation coursed through her veins like blood, carried to every part of her mind and soul. She tried to breath, to focus, to find herself, but she was lost in a sea of feelings and desires, her logical mind overpowered by the sheer strength of the rising tide.

Casey was looking at her, seeing her so helpless. Natalie felt a ping of regret, for she had not wanted to be seen that way, it was followed by shame, and then arousal, which rushed forwards to overcome everything else.

Suddenly, Natalie cried out, the pain intensifying as Wren took one of her poor nipples between her fingers, and started to twist it. Natalie shuddered, moaning in pain and pleasure both as she felt the other women cruelly toy with her chest even after the clamps had made it so tender.

"N-Natalie!" Casey cried, her eyes going wide, as she lifted a hand to her mouth.

"She likes it." Wren said, twisting the nipple again, this time, Natalie's whole body bucked, and she let out a sharp moan. "This is what she wants, Casey. This is good, because if you do not join her, then I'm going to be punishing her like this for a while."

"You can't..." Casey gasped, her eyes were wide, and her face was flushed. She could feel the heat rising through her body like steam, and she knew she should have been horrified, but instead, she felt aroused. Her legs were shaking, and her arms felt weak. it was as though the bottom had fallen out of her stomach, as though the world had suddenly shifted three hundred and fifty degrees on her and her head was spinning as she tried to catch up.

Wren reached down with one hand, trailing her fingers over Natalie's waist. Casey tried to look away, but she couldn't, her eyes followed Wren's fingers, until they were directly between Natalie's legs. Natalie gave a low moan, there was no words in it, but somehow, it managed to convey her internal state, how flustered and ashamed and aroused she felt all at the same time. Then, her eyes widened, Wren's fingers brushed over the top of her clit, but Natalie bucked as though they'd carried an electrical charge. Her spine arched, and she loosed a moan that was all too deep and primal for Casey. The younger woman licked her lips, her heart hammered and pounded, her head was spinning, ideas she'd never even considered before were flourishing before her eyes. She saw just how wet Natalie was, and imagined what it had to feel like to be there, with your hands tied, and your legs pinned open, and to have someone teasing you like that. Fingering your clit, and using you as a means to drag someone else to the same fate.

She swallowed, her mouth felt dry. Nervously, she tugged at the corner of her skirt, shifting from one leg to the other. Her panties were well and truly soaked now, she could feel the tips of her nipples pressing into her bra. Wren was looking at her, her eyes were sharp and cruel, and intelligent, and Casey felt like she was caught up in them, she couldn't look away.

Her tongue felt too big in her mouth, like she couldn't speak properly. Her heart hammered as it never had before, and the tips of her fingers and toes were tingling. Casey looked away from Wren with great effort, seeing Natalie, really looking at her, her face and her body, the way her pussy was pinned back, how wet she was, and how clearly aroused she felt. Wren called it ****, but Casey knew that Natalie enjoyed it, and had said as much before. Then, she shifted her gaze back to Wren, seeing the sharp, predatory look in her eyes, the way she teased poor Natalie with barely a thought, how she wanted Casey to face the same fate. She took a deep breath, and then let it out. Her whole body felt cold, her hands twisting the fabric of her skirt.

"I..." She said slowly, and then her voice faltered. She swallowed, and tried again.

"I-if you promise me one thing, Wren. Then I'll...I'll be your ****..."

"Well, well, well..." Wren said, "Your true face at last Casey? You fought hard against this, but I suppose in the end, you couldn't resist forever. What's the condition?"

"I don't want..." Casey paused, trying to figure out how to say the words, even as disbelief radiated through her mind. Was she really about to agree to this? Was this really happening?

"No guys..." She tried again, her face flushing bright red. "I don't want any guys to t-touch me. They can see me, but I don't want to be touched by them. J-just girls."

"Oh, wow, Casey." Wren said. "This really has been a journey of self-discovery for you, hasn't it? Very well, I'll accept your conditions. From this moment on, you're going to be my ****, and do what you're told. if you step out of line, you'll be punished. Now take off your clothes, slaves aren't allowed to wear them in the dorm."