Casey's Late Night Visit

It was later that night, and Natalie was lying in her bed. Outside, it was dark, distant street lamps casting an amber glow over the college campus. She was on her computer, a laptop open at her side, its pale light bathing her face in silver-white. She was lying on her side, the web pages that it showed were of little interest to Natalie, who was mostly just using the device as something to do while her mind processed what had happened that day. Her pussy was still aching from the orgasms she'd been **** to endure, and the feeling of the magic wands against her skin, teasing her folds, or pressed against her chest, was still so vivid in her mind that it made her toes curl. The ache between her legs was low but persistent, she knew her womanhood was still swollen and red, and it would take a few days for it to get back to normal. She hoped that Wren would give her a few days...and that Samantha would do the same.

She would just have to remember to ask for permission to cum in the future.

As she thought that, Natalie shook her head. It seemed insane, degrading. To have to ask in order to perform such a natural and instinctive function. She realised she would have to get more practised in holding her climaxes back, because she doubted that Wren would be letting her cum the first time she asked. She bit her lower lips, the teeth worrying her skin gently, not breaking it, but gripping it. A flash of humiliation rose up in her as she had remembered how she had so desperately begged to cum. Fuck, that had been intense! And it wasn't even like she'd never done anything like that before! Natalie's other adventures had sometimes gone this way, she was no stranger to being ''****'' to orgasm while others - usually boys - watched.

But very rarely had she felt that sort of desperation, that despair and helplessness which had seized her as she had felt the rubber head of the magic wand pressed up against her burning clit, the vibrations churning through her womanhood, shaking her to the core. In that moment, she'd felt so helpless, so utterly without power. Worst of all was seeing Casey watching it, the way the younger girl was touching herself, as though she couldn't stop. Casey, sweet, innocent Casey, was masturbating to her being tormented and made to beg! It made her feel like an animal, which, of course, it was meant to. Natalie knew that Wren was breaking her down piece by piece, she just couldn't do anything about it. It felt strange, terrifying and yet exhilarating. it was the sort of feeling Natalie had long thought to lost to her. She'd been using her powers to set up situations like this for so very long now, it was genuinely hard to remember the last time it had felt so real.

Maybe that was why she didn't want to end it just yet. Maybe it was because it hit all of her buttons somehow. The humiliation, the constant fear of being exposed in public, the fact that Wren could do anything to her at all, and she would have to obey. It made her feel aroused, wetness seeping between her legs. She knew that sooner or later, she'd have to end it, but not now, she told herself, not yet. She was still enjoying it too much in a strange way.

Even as she thought this, there came a hesitant knock on the door. Natalie sat up. The lights were off in the room, and she had no source save for the screen of the laptop, but that was still easily more than enough to make out Casey as she gingerly entered the room. Her curly brown hair was wet, and her skin was damp. She was wearing a single oversized T-shirt, which stretched from her neck to her thighs. Her legs were bare, and she was wearing no shoes or socks either.

"H-hey, Natalie..." She said, looking shifty and awkward. "Um, do you mind if I come in?"

"Sure." Natalie said, wondering what was going to happen now. "Just make sure to close the door behind you."

She nodded and the door closed, the two them sat in the half darkness for a moment, neither saying anything. Then, Natalie drew herself into a sitting position on the bed.

"So what's up?"

Casey coloured slightly, taking a half step back.

"A-Ah..." She stuttered. "N-Natalie, I didn't know you slept naked."

"What? Oh yes." She said, realising that the blankets had fallen to expose her chest as she sat. "Well, I didn't used to. It's just that I'm not really allowed to wear underwear now, you know? And I'm not wearing a shirt and a skirt to bed."

"Ah." Casey said, looking at the ground. "Wren?"

"Wren." Natalie confirmed. "But Casey, why are you hiding your face? You've seen me in much more provocative situations than this."

"Um... I suppose..." Casey said, for a moment, she didn't do anything, and then she **** herself to raise her head, looking at Natalie again. Natalie didn't bother to cover herself. What she had said was true. By now, Casey had seen so much of her that trying to hide behind a blanket seemed silly.

"I guess this just feels a lot more personal." Casey admitted. "I mean, this is your room and all. Seeing you naked out there is....well, it's not the same as seeing you naked here. It feels different."

"I see you're all wet." Natalie said. Casey coloured for a moment.

"W-What? O-Oh, you mean my skin." She sighed. "I just got out of the shower. I was going to go to bed. But I had a thought, and I wanted to come in and talk to you."

Natalie nodded slowly, gesturing to a chair beside the desk where she usually would sit.

"Have a seat, what's on your mind?"

"I am not really sure what to say." Casey sighed as she trumped towards the chair. "Everything has happened so fast in the last few days, you know? I keep thinking that things are like they were before, but then I see you naked, or catch sight of one of those magic wands or..."

She fell silent, shaking her head.

"It's never going to go back to the way it was before, is it? Not after everything that's happened. I can feel how things are changing, between all of us."

"Maybe, maybe not." Natalie said. "You never know, we might all wake up one day and think this whole thing was just a dream. Who knows? Are you feeling guilty?"

"Well...maybe a little." Casey admitted, looking up at Natalie. "I mean, it was me who set this whole thing into motion. When I asked us to play that game..."

"No." Natalie said firmly. "That was Wren. She was the one who set things up like that, you just gave her the excuse."

"But if I hadn't said anything-"

"Then she would have found another way." Natalie said. "Don't blame yourself, Casey. Besides, you're forgetting. I'm not totally against this sort of thing. You might even say that I enjoy it a little bit...or... well, a lot more than a little bit."

There was silence in the room, heavy and full of thought. Casey looked away, dropping her gaze back towards the ground, and then back to Natalie. She seemed to be struggling to say something. After a few minutes, she managed.

"I...I saw you earlier... When Wren and Samantha had you tied to the table, I mean."

"Y-yeah." Natalie felt a flush of heat dance across her cheeks, and felt one of her hands rise to brush her hair with her fingers. "I saw you..."

Casey gulped, hesitating for a moment, as she realised what that meant. Then, she shook her head, and **** herself to meet Natalie's gaze.

"I touched myself." She admitted. "Watching it, I mean. I touched myself, and I came, twice. I felt so guilty afterwards. Like you were being pinned down there, and they were torturing you with those vibrating sticks, and all I could do was watch and stroke my p-pussy. I was so aroused, I couldn't believe it. Before I even knew what to do, or what to say, I was stroking myself down there... I couldn't help it..."

Natalie shrugged.

"Torturing? I suppose you could say it was that. I mean, if it's not clear by now, Casey, I'm into that sort of thing. This...this situation we're in... it's not as bad as it looks like from the outside."

"But Wren has made you into a ****! A-and Samantha is helping her now! Are you really saying you're okay with that, Natalie?"

"It's only for a few weeks." Natalie said, licking her lips, which felt suddenly dry. She knew she was lying, of course. Even if those weeks passed, Wren would find another reason to keep her as her victim. It was a self-perpetuating situation, or would be by the time that Natalie was supposed to go free. But there was no point in telling Casey that. "And more than that, I... I like being humiliated, Casey."

Natalie felt an anxious stab in her gut as she said that. It wasn't often she'd admit that to other people, especially not people she actually cared for like Casey. Feeling that she'd already plunged into the pit, she went on.

"I like being seen naked. I like being embarrassed, feeling ashamed. It turns me on like nothing else. So maybe you feel guilty about the way this whole thing came about? Don't worry about it. It's fine. I'm enjoying it as much as Wren is."

"E-even after what they did to you today? Even after the way they made you beg? And cum again and again? I-I've touched myself enough to know that after a while, you start to get sore. You must have been pretty sore by the end of it."

Natalie took a deep breath, as if considering the question.

"You're right. Today was hard. And yes, I'm pretty sore. But I do enjoy it. The only reason it's going forward like this is because I enjoy it. If I wanted, I could stop it at any time."

"B-but Wren-"

"Wren wouldn't be a problem." Natalie said. "I could stop it at any time. But I don't. You know why? Because I enjoy it. Because it's fun, because it's a game. Yes, I might be ashamed, humiliated, played with or tormented... but that's part of it for me. Do you understand?"

"I...I'm not sure." Casey admitted. "But if you're happy with it..."

"That's good." Natalie smiled. "And as for the second part..."

"The second part?"

"You said that you came twice, to me. You felt guilty about it."

Casey muttered for a moment, her face turning pink, and her eyes falling back to the floor.

"That's right..." She admitted.

"It's fine, you don't need to feel guilty about it." Natalie said. "Tell me, was it just me that got you off? Or was it the situation? was it Wren and Samantha as well?"

"Just you." Casey said quietly.

"Well, having your friend masturbate to you isn't really something that usually comes up." Natalie said. "But maybe it's more common than we think? Certainly for us, Casey, I think that ship has sailed. I've eaten you out now, and Samantha too. Only a matter of time before Wren wants to join the club."

"I remembered it." Casey admitted. "When I was touching myself, I remembered the feeling of your tongue between my legs, a-and how my mouth felt so dry. It was the first time anyone had really touched me down there except myself. I never thought I'd go straight to oral! I remember how tense I was, a-and how nervous. and how nice you were, and how good you made me feel.

"Then, I thought of what was happening to you then. How you were tied to the table, and how you kept moving, the way your body was shining, and how sexy you were. The way you kept moaning sent shivers down my spine, and I felt guilty. Really, really guilty because I was enjoying it so much and I knew I shouldn't. So I sat in the bath, and I thought to myself, and I came up with a way to feel a bit better."

"What was that?" Natalie asked.

Casey took a deep breath, turning her green eyes back on Natalie, her face was still flushed, and she seemed to be wrestling with some internal turmoil.

"I thought maybe you would like to punish me."

For a beat, there was nothing. Casey sat in her chair, her hands intertwined on her lap, and Natalie sat on the bed, blinking as if nothing had been said.

Then...

"Punish you?" Natalie said. "That's unusual, Casey. You don't know how often things fall on the other side..."

"I'm sure of it." Casey said, gulping visibly. "I thought about it a lot. I-it's because of me you're in this situation, and the way you are being treated. Even if you're enjoying it, there's got to be some part of you that's mad. So if you want to punish me for setting it up, n-now is the time. I'll do anything you say, Natalie."

"Do you want to be punished?" Natalie said, after a moment. Casey said nothing. There was a hint of colour to her cheeks though, that answered for her. "Hmmmm."