Megan tries to cheat

Megan felt overwhelmed by the tension and shame building inside her. She knew that she couldn't possibly bring any women to orgasm, not with the way she felt right now. She also knew that she couldn't let Lily win. So, she decided to try and cheat the system by finding the nearest bathroom and taking matters into her own hands.

She wandered through the house, her heart racing as she searched for a sign pointing towards the bathrooms. Finally, she spotted a door labeled "Restrooms" and made her way towards it, her legs feeling weak with each step.

Megan felt a sense of desperation as she entered the bathroom, her heart racing with fear and humiliation. She locked the door behind her, taking a moment to catch her breath. She could see her own reflection in the bathroom mirror, the flush of arousal on her cheeks, the trembling of her breasts. She looked like a mess, someone who had lost control on a night out.

Trembling, she hiked up her dress, revealing her bare crotch to the cool air. She sat down on the toilet, feeling the cold plastic seat against her skin. With a deep breath, she reached between her legs and began to rub her pussy, her fingers digging into her sensitive skin. She couldn't believe she had been reduced to this, but the thought of continuing to follow Lily's orders was even more terrifying.

The feeling was both exhilarating and degrading, and Megan couldn't help but feel a pang of shame as she masturbated in the sorority bathroom. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her other hand squeezing her breast as she fought to maintain her composure. She began to rub her fingers against her clit, feeling herself getting closer with each passing moment.

As the pleasure built within her, Megan's mind raced with thoughts of escape and ****. She imagined telling everyone about Lily's twisted game, watching as she was expelled from the college and the sorority, and shunned by her friends. But even as she fantasised about ****, she knew that she was trapped, **** to follow Lily's commands.

As Megan's orgasm built to a crescendo, she couldn't help but think of Lily, of the power she held over her. She hated herself for being so weak, for allowing this to happen. Lily had made out with her, made her smell her own panties, and lick them - and with that thought, the orgasm hit her, washing over her in a wave of pleasure.

The pleasure was overwhelming, washing over her like a tidal wave. As Megan came, she moaned loudly, unable to control herself. The sound echoed through the bathroom, making her shudder with shame as she realised how exposed she was. She expected to sit back on the toilet and bask in the afterglow, to regain her composure and collect herself. But as the waves of pleasure subsided, a strange sensation overtook her.

She found herself standing up, her body moving without conscious thought. Without pausing to adjust her clothing or wash her hands, she found herself moving to the door, and unlocking it. Megan stood for a moment in the doorway, dress hiked up around her waist, and one breast hanging out of her dress. The woman who had been waiting outside the door gave her strange looks, seeing her disheveled appearance and clearly having heard her moans. Megan's face flushed with embarrassment, but a strange arousal stirred within her as well. Her feet didn't wait for her, quickly leaving the bathroom as she sloppily adjusted her dress, covering her breasts and pussy as best she could, leaving small trails of pussy juice behind on the fabric.

Megan felt herself propelled through the party, her feet moving without her consent. Her face was still flushed from her orgasm, and her nipples poked through her dress, making her feel exposed and ****. The gaze of the other partygoers was judgmental, and she felt like she was on display.

As she made her way through the crowd, she saw she was headed straight for where Lily was standing. She could see her tormentor fiddling with her phone, seemingly lost in her own world.

But as Megan approached, Lily looked up and smirked, her eyes filled with mischief. "Well, well, well," she purred. "That was quick. Who's the lucky lady?"

"M-Me." Megan hesitated, her cheeks burning with shame. But Lily simply raised an eyebrow, silently urging her to continue.

"I went into the bathroom, and I sat on the toilet and started touching myself." She tried to keep her voice steady, but the humiliation was palpable. "I thought about getting ****, about revealing you. But then, my mind drifted, and I thought about how you have control over me. What you've made me do. That was when... that was when I came."

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she finished, and she could feel the heat of Lily's gaze burning through her. But instead of the satisfaction of getting it over with, she found herself feeling even more ashamed and ****.

"Well," said Lily, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "That's only natural. You should always think about me when you masturbate. Tell me what happened next."

Megan froze. She thought she'd only have to recount up until the orgasm, but she couldn't disobey Lily's command.

"As soon as I had cum, I was **** to come straight to you. I didn't have time to adjust my clothes, or clean myself up. I had to fix myself up on the way. I got a few strange looks on the way here."

Lily giggled. "Really? So you just came, what, a minute ago?" Lily stepped forward and reached her hand out to feel under Megan's dress, but Megan took a step back.

"Now, now, don't be rude. If someone goes to grope you, you should move in whatever way makes it easier for them."

Megan stood in terror at this latest command, but as Lily stepped forward and reached under her dress again, she found herself leaning into it, unconsciously rubbing her pussy on Lily's hand. She couldn't help but moan as Lily's hand stimulated her still sensitive folds. Lily leaned her head closer, and spoke into Megan's ear.

"My, my, you're still wet and horny, aren't you? I like it," Lily purred, her eyes gleaming with delight. "Let's keep you that way. You should rub your pussy anytime you find your nipples have stopped being hard, and no removing cum or pussy juices from your body unless you're licking it off."

Megan could do nothing but stand there, distressed and aroused, as Lily's hand rubbed its way around Megan's dripping entrance, exploring every inch of Megan and spreading Megan's wetness all around her pussy. Lily's other hand found its way to rub Megan's left breast over her dress, toying with her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.

After a moment, Lily removed her hand from Megan's pussy, now covered with the juice of Megan's arousal. She paused and looked at her hand a moment, before licking each finger one by one, right in front of Megan's face. "Delicious." Megan watched in disbelief as Lily tasted her pussy juices while still playing with her breast, and despite herself, felt her arousal building once again.

With a final squeeze of Megan's breast, Lily stepped back, admiring how horny she appeared. "Now, my dear, I wasn't expecting masturbation from you, but I guess you technically gave a woman an orgasm, so I'll count it. Let's be clear that it has to be three different women though, so it doesn't count if you just go jill yourself off two more times." Lily smirked, "Don't let that stop you though."

Megan's mouth opened and closed, her brain struggling to process the humiliation she was feeling. "B-But, Lily," she stammered.

"No 'buts' unless they belong to other women," Lily retorted, "It's time to go give out some orgasms. After all, you can't have all the fun, can you?"