Wren's Demand

Natalie struggled, quite naturally, bucking her body and scribbling at he arm which held her throat, but she felt Wren lean in and hiss.

"Don't move. If you do, I swear I'll **** you until you pass out."

Natalie's blood was pounding in her ear, adrenaline coursed through her veins. She hadn't expected Wren to take such swift action, and certainly not so violently! But she was a bully, after all, and the first step of finding a new victim was to establish that you were stronger than them in some way.

"W-what do you want?" Natalie said, "Wren, this hurts!"

"It's supposed to!" The other woman growled. "I'm going to be teaching you a lesson for looking down on me, Natalie. You think you're so good just because you're the smartest one here? I've had enough of it! It's time you learned a lesson, so from now on, you're going to do what I say, understand?"

As she spoke, Wren pulled her arm tighter, Natalie panicked for a moment, nodding frantically.

"I understand!"

"Good!" Suddenly, Natalie felt the arm removed, as Wren pushed her forwards. She stumbled a few steps, catching her breathe, she turned to look at Wren who was standing with her arms crossed, her eyes were alight, and her face had gone pale. Natalie could feel the spiking relief in her mind, the feeling of release, the joy that she had found a new victim.

Natalie's heart thumped, her throat felt dry. She suddenly didn't know if this had been a good idea, but quieted herself with the rising sense of her own arousal.

"First thing is first." Wren said. "Strip."

"I...what?" Natalie said, playing dumb. "What do you mean, strip? Like, get naked?"

"Of course I mean that! You're supposed to be the smart one, Natalie! It should be damn obvious to you what I mean! You think you're so superior to the rest of us, so I'm going to show you that you aren't. Take off your damned clothes, or I'll take them off for you."

She looked ready to do it too. Of course, Natalie knew she was in no real danger, she could stop this in a moment, with a literal thought, and make it so no one ever remembered it had happened. But she didn't. She was caught up in the moment, in the feeling. Humiliation was rising from deep in her stomach, the realisation that Wren wanted her naked right now, and the question of what would happen to her when she was.

Hands shaking, she reached up and started to undo the buttons of her blouse. Even though this was what she had meant to happen, Natalie felt almost as though she were watching herself do it from the third person, it was mechanical, as though she were trying to pretend that she was doing it in front of a mirror, in her own room, and not in the living room of her dorm, in front of her bully.

Each button popped in turn, and Natalie felt the pressure rise and rise. When she had undone them all, she discarded the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now, her womanhood was tingling, awakening with desire. Her skin had grown sensitive, and she did her best to ignore how **** it made her feel, shedding her clothes layer by layer. She felt the blood rushing to her face as her undershirt was unbuttoned in turn, revealing her slender stomach, and her average chest. Natalie's breasts were not big, but nor were they small, and they were hidden under a plain white bra. For a moment, she hesitated, looking towards Wren with an unspoken plea.

Wren just grinned, shaking her head.

"Let me see that chest of yours." She said. "Let me see what you've been keeping to yourself all year."

Natalie slowly undid the clasps which held her bra on, feeling the fabric go slack, and then hit the ground at her feet. Her chest was now fully exposed, the cold air playing across her stiff nipples, she could feel Wren's gaze, and she wanted to squirm under it, moving from one foot to the next as she felt her skin turning red.

"I thought your chest would be bigger." Wren commented, sounding almost disappointed. Natalie felt her colour rise, a deep sense of shame clenching in her gut.

"Is...is this enough?"

"What do you think, Nat?" Wren said. "I don't think you've properly learned your lesson yet, have you? Take off your skirt and your panties, I want to see you totally naked."

Natalie blanched at that, feeling her heart race.

"Please don't! I'll do anything! Whatever you say!"

"You're going to do what I say anyway." Wren grinned, a nasty look that made Natalie's head spin with the implied possibilities. She felt the heat rising through her body, her skin tingled, the cold air brushing against her was a constant feeling. She could acutely feel the lack of a bra or top, and part of her wanted to shield her chest with her arms.

Instead, she kicked off her shoes, standing for a moment in her stockings, her hands hitched around the waist of her skirt. Wren was watching her, the other woman was clearly aroused by her plight, breathing heavily. Natalie felt aroused as well, trapped and ****, being made to expose herself. Her mouth was dry as she started to pull down her skirt, each inch exposing more of her body. When it hit the ground, Natalie stepped out of it, and removed her stockings next, so that she was standing naked but for her panties.

Natalie was not conventionally attractive. She was slightly shorter than average, with curly hair, and tanned skin. People she'd dated before had described her as pretty, but never lustrous, or breath-taking, or anything like that. Nonetheless, the way Wren's eyes fastened on her near naked form was akin to the way a starving woman might look at food. Wren's eyes rose up and down her body, her gaze intense, making Natalie take a step back, Wren seemed intent to try and explore every inch of her victim, before they'd ever even touched. Natalie bit her tongue and tried to endure it, the way Wren's eyes traced slowly over her body, especially her chest, lingering on her nipples, and her areola, then, they moved downwards, over her belly, and down to her panties, which were also white, and by now, quite stained as well with her arousal.

Natalie flushed as Wren gave out a cackling laugh.

"My god, you're into this, aren't you?"

"N-No!"

"You're wet!"

"It's because you're looking at me!"

"Not a chance, I'm not some guy you can trick, Natalie. I'm a girl too. You don't get that wet just by being looked at for a few minutes. There has to be anticipation."

As she spoke, Wren stepped forwards, one of her hands rubbing along the underside of Natalie's panties, pressing the soaked fabric against her womanhood, and applying enough pressure to make her go weak at the knees. Her breath caught in her throat, and Wren leaned forwards, until they were almost kissing.

"You want this."

"N-no!"

"You're aroused by this."

"No!"

"We'll see how long you keep denying it."

Wren stepped backwards, towards the table, and Natalie stood helplessly waiting. Then, the bully returned, holding a pair of scissors.

"I'd advise you not to move." Wren said, dropping to her knees, and sliding the scissors under the waistband of the panties. Natalie shivered, feeling the contrast between the cold metal and her hot skin. Her whole body was frozen, like she couldn't move no matter how much she willed it. it felt as though her whole fate rested on this moment.

Then, the scissors clicked together, slicing through her panties, they snipped once more, and then again, and then, the ruined fabric fell from her body, and Natalie was totally naked.

"The rest of your clothes, you may need again." Wren said. "But you won' be needing panties for a while. In fact, later, we'l burn the rest of them too."

Natalie felt mortified, and tried to cross her legs to hide her womanhood, but Wren just struck her a firm blow on the backside, the sudden flash of pain that came with the stinging slap made her stop.

"Can't have that now," said the dark haired girl, "You're not allowed to refuse to expose yourself to your master."

"T-to my master?" Natalie said, "In your dreams, Wren! As soon as the others get back, you'll be in trouble. You can;t just do this and get away with it!"

"As soon as the others get back?" Wren smiled, "That's plenty of time, Natalie. By the time they return, you're going to be doing exactly what I say."

"Yeah right!" Natalie said. "You can do what you want to me now, so enjoy it while you can! Because as soon as I can, I'm going to tell! And then you're going top get kicked out!"

"That's true, you know." Wren said, nodding slowly. "If you told anyone what just happened here, then I'd be in real trouble. It'd be the end of my time here, and I could even go to jail... too bad you're not going to do that."

"You think I'm going to stick up for you after you made me strip?" Natalie asked.

"No, I think that you're going to have ****."

Something flashed in Wren's hand, and Natalie's heart sped up for real. A camera! Fuck! She'd been so focused on the game, on enjoying herself, on playing her role, that she'd forgotten to look out for phones! Wren had casually snapped a shot of her with her smart phone, and now, Natalie could see her own naked body on the screen.

Her heart beat fast, and she started to seriously consider ending things here and now, while she still could. Natalie had power over people, but not machines. If her photo was put on the web, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it! Worse, even if she erased someone's mind, seeing an image of her naked might jog their memories of the event, so not only would she be in trouble of the normal sort, but also with all the people she'd ever used for her games who had now remembered what she and they had done!

She felt panic fraying at the edges of her mind as she tried to figure out what to do. Wren sensed her sudden change, even if not the reason for it, and chuckled.

"Yeah, I thought that might change your mind a bit. Girl like you, goody two shoes, probably never even had sex before? Picture like this could fuck you up. Imagine if it got onto the college systems... or even onto the internet itself, you'd never be able to get rid of it, it'd haunt you for your whole life..."

"You can't..." Natalie said, not sure yet if it was going to be a plea or an order, but Wren cut her off.

"Don't worry about it. I won't upload it. Not as long as you do what I say, and exactly what I say, understand? It shouldn't be such a burden to you, Natalie, you got so aroused before. This is what you like, isn't it? To be humiliated and mocked? So here's my promise to you. So long as you do what you're told, this stays a game, a time of your life that you can leave behind when we're done. Hell, I'll even make sure no one else takes pictures. But if you betray me, or try to escape, or do something against my orders, then I swear I'll upload this picture to every site on the internet.

"Understood?"