She Does

Natalie heard the tremble in her voice, real nervousness, not acted or faked, the situation had changed, and for the first time in a long time, something she hadn't expected had happened. Pictures! Usually, she prevented those from the start, but with Wren, she'd forgotten, or got too caught up in the moment, maybe it was because it had been so long since her last game, but whatever the case, the ultimate fact remained.

Wren had a weapon. An actual, real, threat to Natalie that she couldn't just wish away or vanish on command. Of course, as long as Wren didn't upload it, getting it deleted would be as simple as convincing Wren that it was something else, which wouldn't be hard for Natalie.

But that only lasted as long as it wasn't uploaded. The instant it was, the very second Wren let it fly, then Natalie's powers were totally worthless, and her life would be ruined in a very real way. She felt her breath catching in her throat, a rictus of panic spreading through her body. Her toes curled, and her fingers clenched, and she experienced a sense of true helplessness for the first time in a very long time indeed. She was exposed, both literally, and potentially, metaphorically as well. Gone beyond where her powers could protect her, stripped naked not only in the flesh, but also online, where anyone would be able to look up her pictures, enjoy her body, they might build fantasies around her, or save her picture for their collection...

And that was assuming that Wren only took the one. What if she wanted more? What if she made Natalie pose, and take obscene positions so that she could take the most titillating photos? What if Natalie was made to do porn?

She gulped, an exhibitionist by nature, she'd always gotten a kick out of people seeing her, and stripping her. But now she was imagining hundreds, thousands of people watching videos of her! Listening to her moans and cries, seeing the way she moved in the throes of a climax, knowing her face, and her whole naked body as well!

She had to prevent that! R-right? Getting rid of Wren's memory now was the best thing she could do! She'd just tell Wren to put the phone down, make her forget, and then delete the picture herself. Day saved, perfect plan.

"I...I understand..." She heard her own voice say instead. What was she doing? Why was she agreeing to this? Natalie felt like she was somehow out of the loop that was her own thoughts! She could feel heat surging through her body, from her toes to her head, panic edged her thoughts, but there was something deeper to them as well...

Arousal. She was turned on. More intense than it had been in a long time. She realised that the chance, the slightest possibility, that there might be real danger was making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing than it would have been otherwise. She was a girl who got off on being exposed and humiliated, and the threat of ultimate exposure now hung over her head.

She took a deep breath, trying to centre her mind. Her skin was tingling, waves of heat rushing over her body, she could feel the blood racing to her face as Wren looked her up and down, the phone was still in her hands, and she was regarding Natalie with an intense sort of interest that made the other girl shift from foot to foot.

Wren was aroused too. Her nipples were poking against her blouse, and her face had coloured slightly. Natalie didn't know if she was a lesbian, bisexual, or just got off on having power over people, though she suspected the final option.

"Let's see if you do." Wren said, gesturing for Natalie to move towards the table again. Cautiously, the naked girl did, feeling the urge to cover herself up as much as she could, though Wren watched her like a hawk to make sure she couldn't do so too much.

Natalie was made to sit on the chair that Wren had sat on before, where her work was still waiting. Wren towered over her, her arms crossed, she seemed to be thinking.

"Well," She said, "Let's start as we mean to go on then, Natalie. You're going to make up to me that insult from before. If you think the work is so easy, you're going to finish it for me. But, you'd better get it all right, the first time around, because I'll be checking with a calculator, and when you make a mistake, I am going to punish you for it. Are you ready?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really."