Natalie

It was dark. Night had truly settled in, and the stars were out in the sky. They were distant and cold, as if shielded from the earth by the clouds which hung between them. Their faint light stabbed down, breaking up the darkness in a mass of shadows. In the distance, the lights from the various dorms served to break things up further, shattering the darkness into a crazed collection of shadows and greys. Beyond those, the campus buildings themselves stood out. As with most colleges, there really was very little time when facility could be said to be asleep. Though, it wound down during the night, there was always someone working on something, or a member of staff who had to stay late, or a whole department who had to work on something before it came due.

There was always someone in the college, and the lights flickered on and off, tracing shadows on the ground outside.

Near the centre of the campus, between the dorms and the college, there was a small park. Though, perhaps ''Park'' was a bit too grand a term. It was a collection of trees, and some grass, really. Not even that far away from the main road. There was no peace there, because each time a car came along, its light would shine out, and illuminate the whole of the area, picking out the details of the trees with sharp illumination.

Luckily, it was late, and there were precious few cars to catch them now as the two figures made their way from the dorms. In the lead, Wren. She was wearing a pair of dark tights, a skirt, and a blouse, over which she'd thrown a hasty coat. Walking behind her, her arms curled around her chest, and her face flushed red, Natalie came, and she was wearing nothing at all.

The cold wind brushed against her naked skin, making her shiver, and each step brought her bare feet down against the gravel, causing her to wince. She was looking back and forth, nervously waiting for the first shout that would announce that someone had spotted her. Her heart was beating furiously, and she felt both cold and hot at the same time. She realised how naked she was, even though she did her best to shield her chest, Natalie had not even been allowed to wear a skirt of panties, and each step brought the sharp cold air to blast against her womanhood, making her screw her eyes up, and try to blink away the tears she felt forming there.

"W-Wren!" She cried, stumbling forwards as fast as she dared. The other woman was setting a rapid pace, not slowing down for her at all. "Please! You have shoes! I can't -Ah! - can't move as fast! Walking is sore!"

And humiliating. She added to herself. Even though she knew it was late at night, even though she knew the chances of being seen were small, she could feel her heart beating frantically. Her skin was crawling, waiting for the first realisation that she had been seen. She felt like a schoolgirl again, on the eve of her first adventure, the idea that anyone could see her now made her shift on her feet, the cold air no match for the heat she was burning inside.

It was just like her fantasies. Just like some of the things she had dared to imagine! Wren didn't turn back, but expected her to follow, cutting right across the empty space between the park and the dorms. Natalie followed, shivering with cold and fright, wondering if anyone would look and see her, and hoping against hope that they would. The only downside was the gravel, which kept poking her bare feet, making her stagger forwards, and sometimes hiss with pain. That part had never been part of her dreams, and was a stark reminder that this was real, not some lucid wet dream she was having.

Eventually, they made it to the grass, Natalie breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure on her feet let up. She staggered forwards, and leaned against one of the trees, checking her soles to see if any sharp stones had dug into them.

Before she knew what was happening, Wren had ordered her to stand with her back to a tree. The rough bark bit into her skin, and the leafs poked her face. Wren took out her bag, which she'd brought along, and Natalie felt a spike of dread mixed with anticipation as the rope came out.

Wren moved behind her a moment later, and Natalie felt the rough bite of the fabric around her wrists, Wren tied it tightly, bracing against the trunk of the tree. Natalie felt the pressure, closing her eyes as she let the feeling flood her body. She now had no way to shield herself at all, but Wren was far from done, and made her spread her legs too. She lopped a rope around each of Natalie's thighs, and tethered it to a tree on either side of her, drawing the rope tight enough that Natalie squeaked with discomfort. The ropes now encircled her back and legs, and Natalie realised that she couldn't close them at all. The ropes were taut, and held her tight, no matter how she battled against them, it only served to make them bite deeper, and cause her more pain.

Wren stood back and watched her struggles for a few moments, seemingly enjoying the growing helplessness that Natalie was feeling as she realised just how well she had been pinned.

"Aren't you a pretty picture now, Nat?" She said in a sing-song voice, reaching out to run one of her hands up Natalie's exposed thigh. Natalie shuddered. "All roped up, and exposed right in the middle of the campus. Why, anyone could come along and see you now."

Natalie flushed, looking to the left and the right, she tried not to imagine just how many people might see her now, how she was totally helpless, and anyone who walked passed might notice her.

"You can't even close your legs." Wren smirked, slapping Natalie's womanhood roughly. The other girl yelped, jerking at the sudden strike.

"Not that you'd want to." Wren went on. "You really are a whore, you know? You're supposed to be crying right now, all alone and tied up for anyone to come along and play with, but you're excited, aren't you? You want it. Well, tonight, we're going to make your dreams come true, my girl."

Wren turned away for a moment. Natalie, head spinning, nonetheless noticed how it was a small gesture of modesty which seemed to link to a deeper feeling in the other woman. With her back to Natalie, Wren ran her hands up along her waist, hooking them under her skirt, and drawing down her panties. She played a finger over her own slit, breathing deeply as she felt the wetness between her legs. A moment later, she kicked off her panties, and her skirt as well, standing in her top and her dark tights. She turned back to Natalie, and Natalie could see her tights didn't go all the way up her legs, they stopped at her lower thighs, baring her womanhood to the elements.

Natalie gulped. She could see that Wren was wet and full of desire. Her eyes sparked with excitement, her skin was paler than usual, likely due to the cold and to the anticipation.

"Your dreams...." Wren said, reaching for her bag again, from which she withdrew a plastic strap-on, "And mine as well."

Natalie's eyes followed the strap on as Wren secured it to herself. She could feel her heart pounding, and her throat was dry. The strap-on was double-ended, a dildo protruding from the inside of the harness as well, so that it would penetrate its user even as she fucked her own lover. Wren teased her lower lips with one finger, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling. Then, she placed the tip of the dildo against herself, and slowly **** it inside of her, letting it sink in by inches, filling her up. Once this was done, she secured the straps around her waist, standing for a moment in the forest with the plastic phallus jutting from her pelvis.

"What the hell?" She said, after a second, "If we're going to do this, we may as well do it properly."

So saying, she shrugged off her blouse and jacket, and then let her bra fall to the forest floor as well. her chest was small, her nipples were already engorged, standing defiant against the cold wind. Natalie tugged against the restraints which bound her to the tree, but could not free herself. She tried to fight to move her legs, but the rope around her thighs was merciless as well. She was pinned and utterly, completely, at Wren's mercy.

Wren moved forwards, stalking like a predator. Her approach was marked by the soft crackle of the underbrush at her feet, Natalie tried to look away, but found that she could not. Her eyes were drawn constantly back to her bully, who was now standing in front of her with a plastic strap on, about to fuck her in the woods where anyone could hear or see them.

"Wren," She said softly, "I-if if someone finds us-"

"Be quiet and it won't happen." Wren said, reaching forwards to run a hand through Natalie's hair. The motion was almost romantic, but Wren's eyes were hungry. Natalie could feel the heat of her body as she pressed forwards. Their skin touched, sending waves of feeling through them both. Natalie shifted against the ropes which held her in place. Wren's breasts were pressed against her own chest now, the two of them were so close, they were practically on top of one another. Her skin was crawling with the contact, and her blood was pumping faster and faster. Arousal rose up in her, filling her chest, and coiling around her womanhood, squeezing like a snake. She murmured, the tip of the plastic dildo pressed against her opening.

She was about to be fucked by a strap on. She was about to be fucked right out in the part, where anyone could see. The thought of begging for mercy filled her mind, the thought of using her powers to end it now did too. She did neither.

Instead, Wren kissed her, leaning forwards, their lips meeting with some ****. Wren's tongue **** its way into her mouth, the other woman grunting with desire and anticipation. Natalie shivered, and then moaned into the kiss, the dildo began to move back and forth as Wren shifted her pelvis. The speed was low at first, but it still made her heart hammer, and her womanhood cry out with desire. The plastic length entered her, filling her up with a slow friction that made her toes curl, and her head roll back. Wren kissed her even more deeply, feeding on her helpless arousal. Natalie tried to speak, but could only gasp and moan as Wren started to move faster now. Natalie's thighs shook, the feeling whip-cracking through her lower body, Wren was grunting, driving the dildo into her again and again, making her muscles coil and beg for release. Natalie moaned openly, feeling Wren's tongue pressing down, into her mouth. Locked in a kiss and embrace she had not asked for, Natalie's head started to spin, the fire flowing through her nerves.

Pleasure. Pleasure filled her as her lower lips were **** wide by the shaft of plastic, Natalie felt them, felt how its width entered her, filled her pussy, the speed and friction of it made her spine tingle. Her body burned hot, especially around her womanhood, which felt tighter and tighter as it responded to the stimulation. The pleasure came in waves, crashing against her body each time that Wren drove the strap on home, and faltering as Wren pulled away. After the first few waves, Natalie was anticipating it, each time it rose, she felt herself submersed in it a little bit more, and each time it faded, she felt a longing for it to come back.

Natalie's back was driven into the tree, the bark scratching her spine. Wren's efforts grew more rough, her face had become flushed as well now. Wren was biting her lower lips, and Natalie could hear her moaning. Each thrust of the strap on drove the end of it that was inside of her deeper as well, ensuring the two of them felt linked pleasure. Her legs were shaking, but they stayed strong. Natalie jumped as she felt one of Wren's hands go to her chest, her fingers fumbling for Natalie's breasts. She was rough and needy, her fingernails digging into Natalie's skin, but the pain only counterpointed the rising pleasure, and Natalie could not stop herself from leaning into it. She was thrusting forwards with her pelvis too, driving the dildo deeper and deeper with each impact. It sent waves racing through her body, the ecstasy crashing against her mind and resolve. It felt so good! It felt so good that Natalie was afraid she might drown in it! Even Casey's tongue at her pussy hadn't been like this!

Wren broke the kiss, gasping for air as Natalie simply gasped.

"F-f-fuck!" She moaned, her whole body writhing in time to the rhythm of their fucking. "F-f-fuck! W-wren! Please!"

Wren's other hand was now stroking her own breasts, teasing her nipple furiously, twisting it and grinding it. her body was flushed with heat, and she was gasping, the hungry light in her eyes drove her on, fucking Natalie with the strap on, driving it deeply into the other woman, forcing her to feel it as it spread her pussy wide.

"Fucking please me." Wren hissed, taking a hold of Natalie's hair and jerking it, making the other woman moan in pain. Natalie didn't have the air to say anything. Instead, she reached forwards, the two women were almost embracing now, their bodies intertwined, moving back and forth as one. Desperately, Natalie kissed Wren, then, trailed the kiss down her throat, tasting the flesh of her nipple, she started to suck on it, playing with it using her teeth and her tongue. Wren withdrew a hissing breath, her whole body stopping for a moment as the pleasure crashed down on her.

Then, she redoubled her efforts, fucking Natalie faster as if possessed. Natalie gasped, her breath hitching as her whole body jerked in time with the motions. Her toes had curled, and a red heat had invaded her body. Her breasts were tingling, and she could hardly think straight. She moaned, not even caring who might see, in fact, she welcomed it! Behind her back, her hands balled into fists, and she closed her eyes tightly against the oncoming rush of pleasure.

When it hit her, her whole body started to shake. For a moment, Natalie wondered if she was having a seizure, but then, the heat between her legs exploded outwards, filling every inch of her with pleasure that made her curl her body, her eyes rolling back, she strained against the ropes, but she was already caught by the feeling which had blasted through her mental walls, and stolen her very thoughts.

She moaned, the sound was more animal than person, the primal, pulsing power of the climax filled her up, made her twist and writhe, gasping for air, her head swimming, and her eyes closed.

Wren withdrew, leaning against another tree, the strap-on hit the ground by her feet, and she finished herself off with a furious finger, fucking herself right there and then as she watched Natalie writhe. Wren gave a cry as the climax hit her as well, grabbing one of the branches to remain on her feet.

When Natalie could think again. she was hanging from the tree exhausted. Her every muscle ached, and she could feel the liquid dripping from her womanhood, lewdly pooling between her feet on the ground. She was breathing heavily, and she'd never felt so satisfied in her life.

But, it seemed that Wren still had one more game to play.

"That was really fun, Natalie." She said. "But you came before me, and I thought I told you to ask before you climax? Well really, you're just inviting this punishment."

"P-punishment?" Natalie looked up through a curtain of her own hair which had been knocked loose by her climax. Once more, Wren reached into her bag, and took out a pair of tiny beads, which she taped to each of Natalie's nipples. Then, she took out a remote, and they started to vibrate.

Natalie squirmed, her body was sensitive after her climax, and the beads were set to high. She could already feel her forehead beading with sweat.

"I'll be back to collect you later." Wren said with a small smile. "In the morning I mean. Before class....eh, probably."

Then, she turned away, slipping into the darkness. Natalie tried to peer after her, but she couldn't see at all.

"This isn't funny! D-don't leave me alone here! What if someone finds me?"

"W-Wren?"

The silence was her only answer.