Clara's Next Fantasy

"Why don't you tell me one of your fantasies involving something you would normally never like to admit to anyone?" Alex said. His lips curled into a grin at the look on her face. "You already have an idea, don't you?"

"N-no!" Clara flushed, looking quickly away. The truth was she did already have an idea but the thought of revealing it paralysed her. It filled her with emotions of shame and terror, made it so she didn't want to even open her mouth. Her throat grew dry at the very thought of revealing it, and her heart fluttered like a pinned butterfly. Lilly was looking at her now, the blond hadn't said anything but Clara could feel her gaze on her. And Alex was grinning. He knew! He knew damn well he'd stumbled onto something that he could use.

"Come on, Clara." Alex said. Clara jumped when she felt his hand unfolding down her shoulder. His hand brushed against her pale skin. She felt him moving towards her chest, his fingers uncurling. Her body grew more and more wanting. She felt heat flash through her skin. This couldn't be happening. She closed her eyes but that only made it worse because now she could _feel _Alex's hand. The tips of his fingers stroked her skin, gently curled around the top of her breast. Clara whimpered when he nudged the clamp, teasing her poor nipple. Her areola tingled when he started to gently slide his thumb back and forth along its length.

"You know you want to tell us," Alex whispered in her ear. "If you don't, we'll just keep playing with you until you finally break. Of course, you're still not allowed to cum so if you did, you would have to be punished. Right here in the park. How many people do you think might end up seeing your humiliation?"

Clara's face grew redder and redder. His hand on her chest felt so good, his touch sending ripples of pleasure spreading through her. His skin was hot against her own. It made her bite her lower lip. In the end, they both knew she would break.

"All right," Clara gasped. "A-all right. I'll tell you if you stop teasing me..."

"No deal," Alex smiled. "I'll stop teasing you _after _you tell us."

"That's not fair," Clara whined. "If you're teasing me and making me recount one of my fantasies, I might get..."

She trailed off, but the implication was clear.

"Too excited?" Alex said. "Imagine climaxing in a situation like this to something like that. But of course, every minute you don't tell me I just keep teasing you so if you want even a chance to avoid punishment, I'd start soon. Or don't, it's up to you."

His fingers tugged the clamp again, making her whole body shudder. Clara gasped for air and nodded.

"O-okay," She **** herself to breath and gather her wits. "Okay..."

She closed her eyes again. This time it did make it better because she could pretend that they were all alone and not in the middle of a public park where _anyone _could see them.

"T-this is one I've had for a long time," Clara said. She felt anxiety prickling along her neck. Both **** and supremely aroused. "Ever since I was a little girl. I-in fact, it was one of the first fantasies I ever had. It was sort of s-silly, but it never left me as I grew older. It, um, it actually started as a wet dream that I never quite managed to forget."

She swallowed, trying to **** herself to plunge onwards. Alex's hand was tweaking her nipples, pressing against the clamp to make her jump or moan. It made it hard to gather her thoughts, to remember the story. Then again, that was probably the idea.

"The fantasy always starts the same way," Clara said. "It's, um, about the whole class. Back in the old town when we were all together. I imagine that we've won some sort of cruise and for some reason it's just is. There are no teachers or anything and we're on an ocean liner. It's a big one with everything you could want - sports areas, movie theatres, shopping areas, you name it. We're all having a great time. Everyone is there, you know? Y-you, me, Lilly, Amy, all of the others."

"Sounds fun," Alex said. His fingers were now stroking the underside of her chest, running up and down her breast. Clara gulped, trying to resist the waves of aching want that he inspired with each motion. Every moment sharper than the last. "Go on, tell us more."

"Well, we're fine for several days. It uh, it starts as a really fun dream where we're all just hanging out and doing whatever we want. But then, once we're out into the real ocean and no one can come and help us, it changes. It's um, different sometimes. Usually, it's pirates but sometimes other people. I-I'm going to go with pirates this time, okay?"

"Sounds good," Alex purred. Clara could feel the blood rushing to her face. She couldn't believe she was telling him all of this! But the worst tumbled out of her mouth, shaking and unsure. His touch sent her body into ecstasy, his fingers tracing a path of shivering pleasure across her chest and nipples.

"T-the pirates board the ship," Clara said. "And the crew tries to fight, but there are so few of them that they don't really stand a chance. S-so they're captured. And then they round all of us up. The whole class and bring us to one of the big sports arenas."

She took a deep breath, she was getting to the parts which made her giddy now, and she could already feel her body responding. No thanks to Alex's more direct stimulation. Clara was hoping she wouldn't cum during this story but Alex was gently but firmly pushing her more and more towards that conclusion. It was equal parts humiliating and arousing to be so helpless while telling a story of how she liked to be helpless.

"We're standing in the arena," Clara said. "All of us. There's about thirty of us there. Mixed group, guys and girls. We're all really worried, scared even. I can remember what I feel like in that dream. Everyone is pale and afraid. The boss of the pirates tells us that they're going to ransom some of us back. But only the the guys. As soon as he says it, people start shouting. More of the pirates move in and start to pull us into two groups. Guys on one side and girls on the other. No one wants to, but they have guns so we have ****. O-once we're separated, he explains what's going to happen to us girls."

Clara shuddered, breathing faster now. She was getting excited. She could feel her womanhood moistening at the recollection of her fantasy. Alex continued to touch and stroke her, teasing her body like he was teasing her mind.

"They're going to keep us as slaves," Clara said. "T-they say that we need to be taught our new role. A-and if we don't resist, it can be comfortable enough. But if we do, then we're going to be punished again and again until we accept our role.

"To prove that they mean business, they choose one of us at random. I-it's usually Amy. Do you remember her? Red-head? Long hair? Small breasts and kind of insecure about them?"

"I remember," Alex said. "I had fantasies about her too."

"Y-yeah," Clara gulped. "Well they choose her as an example and drag her out to the centre of the pitch. She's terrified, you can see she is so pale. They order her to take off her jacket and her skirt, and when she doesn't do it fast enough, they take out knives and cut off her clothes until she's just standing with her panties and bra. She's shaking in humiliation. Everyone can see her in both groups. The pirates laugh at how self conscious she is. Then they make her take off the last of her clothes. She's totally naked, her eyes are wide and she can't believe it's happening. But the punishment has only just started. They bring out all sorts of toys to use on her. They put clamps on her nipples and have a vibrator for her pussy. They make her spread her legs, touch herself until she's wet enough for it to go inside of her. All the while, everyone watches.

"They put a spreader bar on her so she can't close her legs, and then turn on the vibrator. All of us watch how she cries out when it starts to make her cum. I'm with the other girls. We're all horrified but I can feel a wetness between my legs. I'm so ashamed that I am getting wet because of what's happening to Amy but I can't look away.

"With the vibrator, they make her cum again and again. We all hear her cries turning more and more into moans. To many of us, it's the first time we've seen a woman climax like this. I..."

Clara bit her lower lip again, hesitating for a moment but then plunged on.

"I feel like I want to be in her place. Everyone else is terrified of it happening to them. But after she cums for the third time, the pirates chain her hands behind her back and spread her legs further using the settings of the bar. T-they take out small tools. Like brushes or twigs and start to tease her clit. Amy is shaking by now. I don't know how it feels but it must be utterly overwhelming. There are tears in her eyes and she's crying out as the pirates laugh and torment her. She has cum so many times she's really sensitive, but they don't care. In fact, they like it. They use a toothbrush, running the bristles over her clitoris. They use tiny sticks to poke and prod it out of its hood. Amy's body is turned against her, each wave of pleasure more potent than the last. In the end, just to make sure she knows her place, they take out this cream and apply it to her clit. Just a single drop but as soon as it touches her, she starts to whine and moan. It's a heat cream, like for bad joints. But when applied to someone's clit, it becomes more like a ****.

"When it's finally over, the pirates turn to the rest of us and tell us two things. First, they say that from now on, whenever one of the guys misbehaves, one of us girls will be punished for it. And...and they also tell us we're not allowed to wear clothes. S-so we all have to get naked then and there."

Back in the real world, Clara was now breathing more heavily. Her body felt hotter, and Alex's hands were tracing patterns on her chest, his fingers gliding over her skin. She felt more aroused than she had expected, her pussy ached to be touched. Was it possible to cum from just having your chest played with alone? It probably was.

"What happens next?" Alex asked. "Do you all strip down? How do you feel as you do it, Clara?"

"Humiliated," Clara admitted. "I feel like I'm totally powerless. I can see the guys looking over at us as we do it. My fingers feel cold and numb as I fumble with my dress. Some people are watching me specifically. Most of them are my friends and they're worried about me, but they're going to see me naked. They're going to see me naked and I can't do anything about it. I...I kick off my shoes and take off my tights. Around me, the other girls are also undressing. The pirates are patrolling the group, making sure we're all doing. If they find someone taking too long or who isn't doing it, they're allowed to hurry them along however they want. S-some of my female friends are already getting fingered because they were too slow. Alexandria is down on her knees sucking someone's cock. I don't want that to happen to me, so I get undressed as quickly as I can.

"Before long, my clothes, my bra and my panties are all sitting in a pile in front of me and I'm naked. Everyone else is too. I...I can see Lilly in the distance, and some others. None of the guys are naked, and a lot of them are looking away. B-but some of them can't seem to take their eyes off us. A lot of them have erections."

"Fascinating,"

Clara grunted as she felt her nipple clamps being undone. Blood rushed back to her nipples, making them tingle with new life. But this was no reprieve for a moment later, Alex's fingers started to stroke them directly. Rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger, the constant back and forth motion made her whimper in the back of her throat.

"How do you feel when you're standing there naked? Are you wet? Do you get enjoy seeing the other girls naked?"

"I....I'm wet," Clara admitted. "I desperately hope that no one else can see it, but I know that I am so wet at seeing all of this around me. Everywhere I look, my friends are stripping naked. Miserable and afraid, but I'm excited too. I wonder if there is something wrong with me.

"Before I can figure it out, the pirates are back. T-they divide us into pairs. Two girls each. The one I am with changes sometimes, but a lot of the time it's Lilly," Clara felt her face colouring at that admission. In retrospect, her bisexuality was probably not much of a surprise.

"Y-you see, they want to make us into whores. That's what they say. Whores. They use that word to describe us. To beat us down and make us ashamed. That's also why hey do what they do next. They have this machine. A-actually, they have a lot of them. One for each pair. It's like a double ended dildo which trails wires back to a box. They tie us up - hands behind her backs, and legs **** open and wide. They put us facing each other, so we can see the eyes of our partner. Both Lilly and I are blushing. We've never seen each other naked before. I...I see her look down at my pussy, notice how wet I am. And I can see her breasts, her nipples are hard. She's enjoying it too on some level.

"They put the dildo between us, pressing us into one another until it's inside both of us and we're almost embraced. Her breasts are pressing against mine, I can feel her nipples on my skin. Then they have this small orb. It's the size of a marble, but is wirelessly connected to the dildo. If it detects that we're messing up, it'll make the dildo shock us. The only way to prevent it doing that is to do what it wants us to do."

"And what does it want you to do?"

Clara flushed, her face was red. Her pussy was dripping. She could feel the liquid staining her inner thighs. Each breath she took only drove in just how turned on she was.

"It's meant to teach us to kiss each other. The marble has to stay inside one of our moths, and it has to keep contact with both of our tongues. But it can't stay in the same mouth for more than a few moments. S-so we have to move it back and forth using our tongues. It's so humiliating! I can feel Lilly's tongue, her body pressed against mine. The dildo is inside both of us and I realise that the whole point is to shame and humiliate us in front of the boys. Then the dildo starts to generate static electricity.

"It's not painful but its tickling us and making us more and more aware of our pussies. Of how wet we are and how much we're feeling pleasure at being close to one another. At being penetrated by it. It's a trick, a psychological trick to make us associate this activity with feeling good. I realise they're trying to train us like animals. But that's the worst part. Just because I know that doesn't mean that I can do anything about it!

"So they make us kiss, trading the marble between us. At first, I wonder if it really would shock us. Then I start to hear people crying out. Girls like us are being shocked because they were too slow, or lost the marble. The dildos make a sharp crackle, and then there will be a cry. It sounds painful, but some of us are cuming from it. A-and the guys are still watching! They're seeing us be humiliated and degraded like this and all we can do is try to endure it."