Natalie is Tested

Natalie could still taste the lingering cum in her mouth, it made her feel slightly sick, as she tried not to look back at the others. Her face was burning with shame now, and she felt like she wanted the earth to just open up under her and let her vanish into the blackness. Except that she didn't, of course. Part of her was glorying in it, the feeling of helplessness which was pumping through her body, the degradation fired her blood, and not for the first time, she wondered if there was something wrong with her to want to experience things like this. Most people would say that it wasn't normal, to be able to go as far as she could go. Maybe they'd even say it wasn't right...

But what did that matter? Why should she care what they said? So long as she made sure that absolutely no one was hurt by it, who cared what she liked to do in her private time?

"That felt good." Said Frank, stepping back for a moment. "That felt really good. Got to hand it to her, she's clearly doing her best to save her friend."

"Maybe." Grunted John. "Or maybe she's just enjoying it, eh?" He looked towards her, "What do you say. Natalie? Are you doing it to save your friend, or are you secretly into this sort of thing?"

"I...I'm doing it to save my friend!" She said, "Like I'd ever enjoy this sort of thing! You guys are absolute bastards for doing this!"

"Well, well, well, those are big words." The voice didn't come from from one of the men, but from the woman, Jean. Natalie looked towards her in surprise, with all the excitement, she'd forgotten that Jean was even here. Her red hair caught what little light there was. She'd holstered the gun, but something about her seemed to say that you shouldn't get too excited about that. She could have it out again at any point.

"I wonder how true they are." Jean went on. "In my experience, a lot of women like things rough, you know? They like to be ****, they liked to be shown their place." She leered as she said it, leaving Natalie in no doubt as to what she meant by that.

"That's wrong." Natalie said. "Just because people like to enjoy that sort of thing alone with their partners doesn't reflect on their life outside of that."

"Maybe so, maybe so." Jean commented. "But we're not talking generalities here, Natalie. It's you we're talking about. And I have a feeling that you, my girl, are exactly the sort of woman who likes to be put in situations like this."

"No..."

She grinned.

"Really? We'll **** you to admit it in the end, you know."

"Never."

"All right then, have it your way." She gestured past Natalie to Jake. "You, come over here for a moment."

"M-me?" He blanched.

"That's right. " Jean rolled her eyes. "Honestly, I can see your erection from here. You should be happy we're giving you a part."

"That's not fair!" Natalie said, "According to the agreement-"

"We agreed to leave Blondie over there out of it." Jean said. " No one mentioned the guy. Besides, we're not going to do anything to him. He's going to do something to you."

Natalie felt her heart hammering.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well, you said that you're not enjoying this at all, so your panties should be dry, right? I mean, John and Frank fumbled around with you a bit, but nothing major. So you shouldn't be aroused. If you are, we'll know that you've been lying. We could always check ourselves, or have you check, but it seems more humiliating to have your boyfriend here do it."

"He's not my boyfriend." Natalie said."We just work together..."

"Oh, is that so?" Jean grinned. "And has he ever fantasised about you? Wanted to see you naked? If so, now's his chance."

"N-no." Jake said. "You want me to humiliate Natalie? Just so you can have your twisted fun? Fuck that and fuck you! I'm not doing it. Point the gun at me if you want, but I'm not going to be part of your sick game."

"Really?" Jean asked, the weapon was in her hand again, and pointed right at Jake. For a long moment, it hung there. Natalie he;d her breath, the world seemed frozen. Jake stood, his arms wide, as if daring her to shoot.

After several minutes, Jean lowered the weapon, she looked a little bit impressed in spite of herself. Jake hadn't flinched, even when the weapon was pointed right at him.

"Not bad." She said, "I suppose you're not a coward at least. But even if you're not scared of being shot, you're still going to help us because if you don't, we're going to take it as breaking the agreement we made with Natalie there, and make that cute blond chick pay for it."

Jake's face was pale, fury danced in his eyes, and his fists were clenched. For a moment, Natalie was worried he would hurl himself at Jean.

"Just do it, Jake." She hissed at him.

"Natalie?"

"Just do it, okay? Don't think about it too much, just do it. I-I know we're friends, but you can't save me now. You can still save Lyra. Don't let them do this to her, do you understand me? Even if you try to fight, there's three of them, and they have a gun. If you get shot, or tied up, they'd just have their way with the two of us. At least this way it's only me..."

"Natalie..." There were tears in his eyes,. but he nodded mournfully, "O-okay. I'm so sorry about this."

"It's okay." she said a bit weakly. "I mean, I always sort of wondered what it would be like to stand in front of you naked, but I never thought it would be like this..."

Her throat dry, Jake took her by the hand and led her back to the front desk. He told her to get up on it, and she did, pushing on the wood with her arms so that she could slid her behind onto the hard wood. Jean smirked at her, and Lyra looked mortified. Natalie kicked off her shoes.

"Let's start with something simple." Jean said, "Take off her little black tights for me. Jake, wasn't it?"

Natalie closed her eyes as she felt Jake's hands running up the side of her legs, tracing the length of the tights. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her skin tingled, her nerves, already taut with anticipation, started to blaze in the wake of his hand. Her toes curled, and she tried not to show how much this was turning her on.

Not that it mattered, they would see it in a moment. Everyone would see it in a moment.

Jake reached the waist of her tights. His fingers fumbled, clumsily, rubbing against her skin as he tried to get under them. Then, he started to draw them back down, the nylon clung to her leg, slowly and reluctantly releasing it as Jake pulled. Natalie pressed her eyes more tightly closed, as if trying to preserve her sense of modesty, but all she could feel was the slow loss of her dignity, as the tights came off, the skin of her legs tingled, she clenched her toes and fingers, feeling a stabbing sense of mortification and shame which only fuelled her exhibitionist side. It felt bad to be revealed like this, stripped by a friend who was about to tell the world just how much she was enjoying this. And it felt good that it felt bad. Like a wave of pleasure riding behind a wave of humiliation and horror, it was so real and so vivid, beyond anything that she could experience in the real world, even if she had been into roleplay and had a willing partner, this was beyond that.

Because this was _real. _It was actually happening, there was no little voice in the back of her head saying that it would be over soon, and then they'd go and have dinner as a couple. This was real, and it felt so very real.

Her bundled tights fell to the ground under the desk.

"Natalie." Jean said, "Why don't we spread those pretty legs of yours, let us all see what's under your skirt."

Natalie flushed red, her hands shaking, she **** her legs to spread as far as they could, and took hold of her skirt, reluctantly drawing it upwards, so as to expose her bare legs and panties.

"Oh." Jean said, "Nice black panties with a hint of lace. Do you wear them to feel sexy, or did you have a date after this?"

"I..." Natalie swallowed, her face red, "I just wear them to feel sexy..."

"Well, lucky for us you did." Jean winked as Frank and John watched from her side. "Now, let's get to the next step. Jake, my boy, why don't you do what you've doubtless wanted to do since you started working here, and take off Natalie's panties for us."

"I'm sorry, Natalie." Jake said, leaning forwards again, his hands reaching up the inside of her skirt. "I'm so sorry."

Natalie felt him take hold of the elastic band at the waist of the panties. She felt as his fingers looped around it, brushing her pubic region, she felt as he took them away, sliding them down her body inch by inch. It was slow and agonising, her skin tingled, anticipation roared behind her ears, stealing her breath. Her heart hammered, and it felt somehow as if time had both slowed down and sped up simultaneously.

As her panties were drawn down her long legs, Natalie felt naked, her bare lower region was brushed by the wind, and she could almost feel the gaze of the men on it. It made her shudder, and want to hide herself. Even worse was the way she could feel how wet she was. With each breath she took, the heat between her legs seemed to grow more and more. It had to be obvious. It had to be as plain as day, even without a closer look.

No one said anything. Not yet. The moment was tense with anticipation, as Jake stood back, holding her warm panties.

"Now check the inside of them for me." Jean said. "And tell us if they're wet and not. Bearing in mind that if you say no, I'll check myself, and if you lied to me, then the blond...Lyra right..? she's going to be the one stripped next."

Lyra squeaked in horror, holding her hands up to her blushing face.

Jake said nothing for a moment, looking down at the inside of her panties. But it was soaking, it was obviously soaking, there was no way to lie, and no way to avoid it. Natalie wondered what he thought of her. It was obvious now to him that she must have been enjoying this on some level. Did he think that she was a whore?

He looked up at her, his face a mask of sympathy.

"I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm so sorry." He turned back to Jean."T-they're wet. Soaked, in fact."

"Oh really?" Jean said again, her face alight with sinister delight. "Let me see them."

She moved forwards, snatching them from Jake, and then gave a loud and piercing laugh, like a hyena.

"Shit, he's right! Guys, take a look at this! She's absolutely drenched!"

Her two allies moved in a moment later, both of them looking at the evidence, and then back at Natalie, their gaze was heavy with lust, and desire, almost predatory. Natalie felt herself trying to shy away from them.

"All right, your highness," Jean snickered, "Off the table and on your feet! Jake, Lyra, I want you each to grab an arm and hold her steady. Don't let her get away now!"

Jake's face was an image of silent fury, but he remembered what she had said before, he grabbed an arm, mumbling apologies, his fingers pressed into her sleeve. At the same time, Lyra came from the other side, she looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. Being he;d by her two friends was even more intense than she'd imagined, both of them were too worried to go easy on her, and with Jean's explicit command not to let her get away, Natalie felt each of them gripping her tightly. Her bare feet felt cold against the tiled floor of the store.

Slowly, stalking forward like a predator, Jean started to approach.