Clara Continues

"Go on," Alex said. He was breathing more heavily too. His breathe was hot against her skin. Clara's nerves were tingling. She was having a hard time holding the pose, kneeling with her legs open. Her pussy was glistening with moisture and it was hard to imagine anyone could miss it. She was on full display, her body open for any passerby to see. Alex's fingers curled around her tits, teasing her nipples specifically. She was breathing faster and faster, feeling the constant back and forth of his touch. She gulped. His second hand was sweeping down her lower back. His fingers danced across her skin, sinking lower and lower.

He squeezed her buttocks, feeling the smoothness of her skin. The intimate touch made her quiver all the more.

"Tell me more."

"Y-yes..." Clara breathed out. Talking was becoming harder and harder as her body became more and more tense. An aching need was filling her up, strongest between her legs. Alex played with her breasts, teasing her nipples and her soft skin but never went so far as to allow her to climax. He would always slow if he sensed her approaching that limit. It was like a sort of **** and by now Clara felt as if her whole body had been strung along and denied its release. A day to relax? That seemed rich now! Her labia were soaked, needy and engorged. She wanted to feel a finger against her womanhood, she wanted to be rubbed and stroked. Penetrated. Her voice would rise and rise as she moaned, desperation giving an edge to the climax which would sweep her off her feet.

Maybe if she kept going. Maybe if she gave him what he wanted. She could see that he too was aroused. His cock was hard, pushing against the inside of his pants. Surely Alex wanted to cum as much as she did? If she made her fantasy more and more erotic, perhaps he would allow them both to enjoy themselves?

"A-after we're finally separated,"Clara said. "The pirates have all of us girls form one long line. We're shaking, most of us are wet down there now. I can see some of us have cum and are trying to hide it while others aren't even hiding it anymore. They run a rope between our legs, all the way from the start of the line to the end and then pull it tight. The tension makes it rise up, pressing unto our pussies. We squeak with surprise! Some of us try to shake it loose but our hands are tied. They use the rope to anchor us together, looping the bindings which hold our hands behind our backs around it. They make it as tight as they can, so that it presses right up against us. It feels invasive, mocking.

"Once we're all secured, they make us march away from the arena. The guys can only watch. Half of the pirates stay to guard them while the rest come with us. They laugh and mock us, tell us not to worry because we'll be back together soon. Since we can't use our hands, the rope rides up further with each step we take. It's tied to the first and last person in the line, and is also tied to each of our own bindings so we can't get away. Each step we take forces it against our pussies. We try to ignore how good it feels, how humiliating and degrading but it's hard and each step makes it harder. Soon enough, I can hear girls start to cum. They climax as the rope pushes them to their limit. Sometimes they moan or cry out, sometimes they just slow or stagger for a minute. I start to recognise it. We all do. Whenever someone climaxes, the motion is transmitted through the rope and we all feel it shake. S-sometimes someone cumming causes someone else to cum as well."

Clara moaned in the back of her throat. Not only was the story making her more and more aroused, but Alex was letting his hands trail across her body. It was erotic and enthralling. Making her more and more aware of her own position and place.

"They march us away from the upper decks. Away from all of the fun places down into the belly of the ship where we were never supposed to be. It starts to look more mechanical, less like a building and more like the machine it is. We're moved through tight corridors and between large machines that we don't know the purpose of. It keeps going until all of us have climaxed at least once. As for me, I've climaxed several times. Each one is harder than the last because you become more sensitive but the rope doesn't stop or slow. Pleasure begins to turn to discomfort and it doesn't stop. Not a single one of us manages to avoid cumming during the journey, which the pirates happily tell us about later. They say there's not much work to do since we're all clearly whores already anyway.

"Eventually, they take us to a large empty area. It's dark and damp. I think it's a cargo bay that has been cleared of anything. The doors are locked, and the pirates say that this is where we're going to stay until we're suited to our new roles. O-over the next several days, they start to try and break us. They tailor their torments to each one of us. Trying to find out where each girl has her limits."

Clara closed her eyes again. Trying to picture the scene as she had seen it before in her dreams. As might be obvious from how complex it was, this fantasy was once one of her favourites and she could recall it well. Her body jerked suddenly as Alex's fingers stroked her pussy. It was the smallest touch, but even that slight brush felt like a jolt of electricity to her touch-starved nerves.

"Do you have any examples?"

"Y-yes..." Clara breathed. "Amy was always self conscious about her body. So they mock her and belittle her. They take a spray can and mark her body, showing off how small her tits are. Making it so she can't even look in a mirror without being ashamed. They point out how aroused she is, how wet her pussy is. They just keep demeaning her. Piling on insult after insult until she's **** for something, anything positive."

"What do they do then?"

"They give it to her," Clara breathed out. "They tell her how she's such a good slut. They praise her for degrading herself, and accepting who she really is. Every time she cums, they reward her. You can see in her eyes that she hates it and hates herself for falling for it but she never manages to stop herself."

"I see," Alex said. "And you, Clara? What do they do to you?"

"For me..." Clara bit her lower lip, feeling a wave of pleasure start to gradually expand through her body. Alex's palm was pressing against her womanhood, rubbing slowly. Her arms and legs twitched with the feeling that was burning through her mind and body.

"For me, it's different," She said. "I try to hide how turned on I am by the ****. I try to pretend that I'm just like everyone else but they know what to look for and before long they know about me. In order to prove it, they gather everyone in a big circle and make us watch as Amy gets on her knees and sucks their cocks. They fuck her and **** her, make her squeal and moan. At the end, they point out the ones of us who are the wettest from it. And the one who is the most turned on is me. After that point, they focus on me. They realise that I enjoy being tormented and humiliated so they strap me to machines and vibrators. Everything they can imagine. They make me cry and scream and moan.

"Everyone watches. That only makes it worse. Day after day, they torment me with whatever they came up with last night. They rub ice over my body, tease my nipples with clamps and vibrators. They tie my hands behind my back and make my ride a large dildo which is tied to the ground. I'm **** to use my knees and legs, rising up and down on it as an active participant. I cum and cum and cum. Before long, everyone in the female side of the class knows that I enjoy this sort of thing. They stop seeing me as one of their own and start seeing me more as a sex toy in my own right. A way to relieve stress. If they feel guilty about it, they just tell themselves that I enjoy it.

"So I'm punished by both sides. The pirates and the class. The class is worse. They're people I know, people who are my friends. Sometimes, they talk to me and it's as if nothing bad is happening. Then, sometimes they'll randomly grab me and **** me to the ground. They like to see me moan and suffer so they target my clit a lot. The pirates are mostly men, but they're all girls too so they know what really makes me squirm. At some point, someone decides that I have to be more degraded than any of them so that they can all feel better. S-so they decide that my pussy has to be wet any time I want to talk to them or be around them. So I have to rub myself when I am talking to my old friends. If I am not wet enough, they punish me. After a while, it becomes second nature."

Clara breathed out, her body shuddering under the memory. She looked at Alex, seeing his erection and his naked desire.

"So," she said huskily. "Is that enough for you master? Can I please cum? Please?"

"I think..."

Alex's hand continued to stroke her pussy, Clara's eyes rolled back as his fingers gently traced the edges of her clit. The clamp was lift away, and she moaned as she felt the blood rushing back to her bud. Alex ran a finger along the edge of her clit, explosions went off between her legs. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. The climax was rising, rising above her like a wave about to crash down against her fragile body.

"Not."

Suddenly, Alex's fingers pulled away. Clara gave a squeak of displeasure as everything suddenly stopped. A wall of nothingness slammed into her arousal, the great wave withered and died. She felt numbness unfolding her body in place of the pleasure she'd been promised. Blinked away tears in the corners of her eyes brought on by the strength of the denial.

"You'll have to wait until tomorrow," Alex said.