Casey is Tempted

Casey swallowed, and then realised that her throat was still dry, and swallowed again. her heart was hammering so fast that she was surprised the sound didn't fill the room. Her arms and legs had turned to led, and she couldn't seem to move them, and she could feel a fog of arousal spreading through her mind, a heady steam filled her, and she tried desperately to focus on the here and now, rather than her own imaginings and lusty thoughts.

"I..." She said slowly. "I can't, I don't want to be your ****."

"Are you sure?" Wren said, her voice was teasing, her eyes flashing with amusement. As thought the whole thing were just some game. Perhaps it was. Casey couldn't believe just how conflicted she felt about this. She kept remembering last night with Natalie, and how it had felt, the advice the older girl had given her, and how much part of her wanted to do this. The feeling was so strong that it was nearly scary, she'd never felt like this before in her life.

Casey had had a few boyfriends when she was younger, but she'd never clicked with any of them. Somehow, sex had never seemed particularly important to her, or at least, not sex with a man. As she'd grown older, she'd started to suspect that she might just be tied to the other team, so to speak. The thought had only confused her further, lending her to retreat into her own little world, and she had been happy enough there. Happy enough, that was, until the start of this week, when that little world had been cracked open by a direct meteor strike in the from of Natalie's slavery, and all the feelings that Casey had suppressed for so long came pouring back.

Her legs were shaking. She could feel the surging emotions just under her skin, raging across her body, and into her mind, filling her head with static and heat. Her body was tingling, and she couldn't seem to breathe properly. She didn't know what to say. Every time she tried, she'd look back and see Natalie, all pinned open and laid out, like something out of a nightmare. But it wasn't a nightmare to Casey, was it? It made her feel all warm inside, it made her wet between the legs, fired her arousal. Was it because she was seeing Natalie naked? or was it because she wanted to feel the same thing done to herself?

This was crazy! Was she really considering this? It was utterly insane, but...

"It would only be for a week or so." Wren pressed softly. "The exact same thing that is happening to Natalie, the same rules would apply to you. You'd need to ditch all of your clothes while you were in the dorm, and every day, you'd need to masturbate for us."

Every word she spoke just made Casey all the more conflicted. On the face of it, it was a horrible fate, the sort of thing she'd wish on no one. But god, why did she want it so much? Her own body was betraying her, her mind was being pumped full of hormones, desire throbbed in her body, her chest was responding, and she knew she was wet down there. It felt like the sort of dream she'd speak to no one about ever, except that this was really happening.

Seeing that Casey was caught up in her own thoughts, Wren started to stalk forwards, step by step, approaching the green eyed woman. Suddenly, she reached out, and spun her around. Casey let out a surprised squeak, but Wren wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her back into her body, at the same time, Wren's other hand rose to her chest, kneading her breasts through the clothes she was wearing.

"You're so hot, Casey..." Wren purred into her ear, making her shiver and shudder. "Don't you want this? Can't you feel the need?"

"I..." Casey moaned, feeling Wren's hands fondling her chest. Through her blouse and bra, the feeling was blunted, and was it rather rough and fumblesome, but right then, that didn't matter. In fact, it, even improved things. Casey felt like she was being groped by a stranger, her body held still against her will, she imagined what it would be like to go without clothes in the dorm, to be **** to masturbate - masturbate! - each day for everyone to see! Maybe it wouldn't be her alone, maybe Wren would make Natalie and Casey play with one another for her amusement? Or even **** the two of them to service her, or Samantha?

Samantha....

Fuck, how could she explain giving in if Samantha came back later? What kind of shame would she feel if she had to explain how she'd agreed to be a ****? Would Samantha still treat her the same way? or...would she be as cruel as she was to Natalie when she joined in with Wren's games? Would Samantha punish her for not having the willpower to resist?

Why was this getting her so horny?! She didn't understand, her body was firing on all cylinders, and she felt her core temperature soaring. Her legs and arms were shaking, and Wren kept stroking her, speaking into her ear in a way that made her neck tingle.