Clara Finishes on Her Own

The water pounded into her, her fingers played with her womanhood. Stroking back and forth. Just rubbing wasn't enough now and she was entering herself. Her chest expanded and deflated as she gasped for air. Her body felt hot, the water showered her in glittering beads. She tried to speak but couldn't find the words. Urgency sped up her hand, driving her digits into her womanhood. She was fingering herself, penetrating her womanhood.

Clara threw her head back. She twitched her hand and the water was now pouring into her chest. The droplets beat against her breasts, each one tiny and warm. Her nipples were so hot now. Her hand worked desperately between her legs. It felt so good! Lilly was watching her touch herself like this, like some wanton whore and it turned her on so much. She felt like she was being used. She felt like she was being out on display but the one who had put her on display was herself.

Her back arched, a wave of pleasure expanded through her body. It stole her breathe away and she lay gasping pressed back against the wall of the shower. She had never felt like this before this week. She had never known what it was like to be so humiliated and yet so turned on. Soon it was going to be all over but not before she enjoyed it as much as she could in the time left to her.

Her clit burned with need and want. Her hand moved to it. Even stroking it through the hood made her jerk. Stole the air from her lungs. She moved on, touching it gently, stroking it, teasing it. She felt her legs going numb, her toes were tingling. The water continued to bombard her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as they could possibly get.

Lilly was still watching but now she was sitting on the floor. She'd spread her legs and was rubbing herself with an urgent speed. Her face was flushed, was it embarrassment or was it just the natural arousal of the situation? Clara could see that Lilly's womanhood was engorged as well, her lower lips were parted with want. Liquid stained her inner thighs.

She's going to need her own shower in a minute.

The thought made her smile but only for a moment before it was subsumed in need. Lilly was getting off to her, and the fact that Clara now knew she was one of Lilly's fantasies made the whole thing much more real and vivid. She closed her eyes and imagined that it was one of her own fantasies. One of the things she'd thought up as a child. They'd both been captured and were being tormented. They were going to be sold and the seller wanted to see them brought low and degraded. The water was for Clara. Meant to torment and humiliate her while she was being watched by her best friend. As for Lilly, she was being made to masturbate to her student and pupil. People were watching. People were recording them both. Even if they escaped or were released, this would be on the internet. It would be uploaded to porn sites all over the world. The two of them would be forever marked as sluts and whores.

Slut, whore. The words were intended as insults. Lilly had robbed them of their power and now Clara realised that they turned her on. They made her feel powerless and helpless, just another tool to break her down.

She groaned, her fingers worked faster and faster. Before long she felt the orgasm sweeping through her body and cried out in bliss and pleasure.

A moment later it was all over and she was sitting, dripping in the shower.