Morning Glory

**** down her humiliation, Zoe ran on, guided by the tugs to her nipples, towards the entrance to the woods. To her right, the hazy dark blue of the night sky was fading into hues of vivid purple and pink as dawn started to break.

Stepping away from the campus and into the warm, natural embrace of the trees had always been her favourite part of this route – and Zoe had ran towards the entrance to the trees for shelter, for comfort – the shame of what had just happened and what she was doing pushing her to crave the shelter and privacy of the trees.

But as she ran into them, though the path felt familiar, Zoe’s stomach seemed to drop again uncomfortably.

The pinkish light from the sky now bathed the trees in an eerie, purple glow. Their branches curled up and around her like thick black tentacles – the world she was used to here had been replaced by jagged, unsettling, silhouettes. She was two miles from home, naked, barefoot and in the woods. She was harnessed, collared and being steered by her nipples and an invisible crop she couldn’t escape.

She ran on, her bare feet sinking into the soft loamy ground of the path between the trees.

Zoe mewled, panting, hurting, her ass sore, her legs aching, her lungs bursting for air. Her mind singularly focussed on getting home, getting out of here.

She could feel a creeping darkness behind her – like she was being followed… or chased…

Zoe knew it was irrational, she couldn’t hear anything, but she dared not turn around, dared not slow to turn her head, or risk taking her eyes off of where she was stepping next. Another tug on her left nipple, then her right, then her left again, guided her through the trees.

“Good Girl!”

Run. Run. Run. Run.

She felt primal. Running on instinct alone. Her body assaulted by sensations her conscious mind couldn’t handle. The constant teasing tugs at her pussy with every step, pushing up her unwanted arousal. Her humiliation and shame, flushing her bare skin everywhere. The morning breeze flitting against her exposed, hard, nipples and wet sex. Her heart pounding in panicked, primal, fear of the bizarre, purple lit world she was running through.

I just want my life to go back to normal… please…

Zoe rounded another set of trees, whimpering at the way her breasts bounced with her every stride. Bleary eyed she thought, for a moment, that she saw a cloud of pink mist clinging to the forest floor, drifting from her view.

From the corner of her eye she thought she could make out some strange black flowers, their petals black, their middles pink and dripping…

The red-head blinked, the light of the early dawn was now just starting to ease into yellows, the sky high above moving to a more familiar shade of blue and Zoe started to make out the greens and yellows of the leaves of the trees – the browns of the woods. It started to feel more like the world she was used to.

“Good Girl!”

Zoe clenched her teeth in shame, it didn’t matter how many times she heard the patronising voice echoing through her throat, it still made her sob with humiliation every time. Being treated like an animal, being cooed at like an obedient dog that had performed a trick – it made her heart drop, her pride in ruins.

Almost there… go… go… it might let me wear clothes. Please please please... I just want to wear clothes again... Feel human again...

Mercifully, Zoe recognised the clearing ahead as the path rounded the last of the trees and emerged back into the early dawn of their suburban neighbourhood.

She picked up her pace again, her bare feet slapping the asphalt sidewalk as she sprinted towards home. Coming up to the front yard, her thighs and breasts were aching, her cheeks flushed and pink, her body a messed mixture of shame, arousal, pain, exhaustion…

The red-head barely registered that their porch light was on, or that Katie was stood at the railing above her, nursing a mug of coffee. Zoe rounded the mailbox and scurried across the front yard, her heart hitching, her legs weak, her eyes wide in silent pleading at the blonde.

Why is she here… please… no… don’t look at me now…!

Zoe cringed, whimpering – they both knew what would come next. She tried to reassure herself that maybe Katie had forgotten; that she was out here to support her, to help her – not to be an audience… Zoe desperately didn’t want an audience...

Reluctantly, unable to speak through her panting pain, Zoe hopped up the steps on the porch. Her toes curling against the wooden boards as her hands instinctively went to cup her breasts and her thighs crossed protectively. She closed her eyes, tipping her head forwards and trying to use her ponytail to hide her face, to brace for what was to come next.

“Katie pl-!”

“Good Girl!”

Zoe’s head snapped back, her back arching, her thighs squeezing together tightly as she came violently. The orgasm consumed her and she shuddered, mouth hanging open and limp, her closed eyes rolling back as she swooned.

It took several moments for Zoe to remember to breath, and several more for her to realise that the hands she’d been using to protectively cup her breasts, she was now instinctively rubbing her hardened nipples with instead, eking out the pleasure as she rode wave after wave of trembling aftershocks.

“Required Distance completed in 39 Minutes, 35 Seconds – a new standard has been set!”

Exhausted, horrified, humiliated, Zoe sunk to her knees feeling light headed.

Only when the last of the powerful waves of pleasure had finished rocking through her did Zoe dare open her eyes; looking up weakly at her blonde best friend, wanting the ground to swallow her from embarrassment.

I just came in front of Katie… again…

Zoe’s mouth was dry, her lips parted as she panted for air. She watched, mortified, as Katie sipped her coffee, then swallowed and coughed. There was an obvious blush on her cheeks, her pupils were dilated and she was struggling to look at her. Zoe couldn’t read the blonde enough to know what she was thinking, and she was too weak to ask.

“Breakfast?” Katie offered, though obviously flustered, Zoe realised the blonde was trying to pretend everything was normal. Trying to pretend that her kneeling on the porch, naked, harnessed, collared; fresh from a run and after having a powerful orgasm right in front of her, was something she was going to try and fit into her routine, “I’ll make you some toast… and… you can tell me how it went?”