Wren's Exploration

Next, Wren repeated the process with her other nipple. Natalie was made to stand up as she did this, shivering slightly due to the cold and her aching nipple. The makeshift clamp bit down on her tit , forcing her to constantly try and master the pain. The pain itself wasn't terrible when you got right down to it, but it was unrelenting, coming in waves as Natalie tried to **** her way through it. To her shame, Wren didn't have to tease her other nipple - it was already hard. She was made to stand and wait as Wren sadistically measured up her breast before sliding the chopsticks into place, and securing them in the same way.

Natalie was braced this time, ready for the feeling, but the binding still made her hiss in the back of her throat, the aching in her breast was now paired, and her hands balled into fists. She felt strangely exposed, the low grade aching making her acutely aware of how naked she was, and how her body was being used by Wren as a toy and a tool.

"There we go, how does that feel, Natalie?" Wren asked her. "Too tight?"

"N-No." Natalie said, guessing that if she complained, Wren would gleefully tighten them some more. "I-it feels fine..."

"Oh, in that case, why don't you think me for it?"

"Thank you for it?" Natalie said, looking over at her. "F-for what?"

"For expanding your horizons of course! Of maybe you should thank me for not doing this in front of the others? I have to admit, I had considered it... but maybe poor little Casey isn't ready for that just yet, it would only confuse. She's pretty cute, don't you think, Nat? You into girls at all?"

"N-No..." Natalie said, trying to gather her wits. The constant **** on her breasts was making it hard for her to focus. "Not girls."

"Ah, pity. I like girls. Well, I like girls and guys, though I've only really experienced guys. You know, I've wondered if that was why all my victims were girls. I guess I just sort of wanted to see them in sexy positions, but didn't know how to ask when I was younger. So I learned to **** them into those positions. You're the first one I've gone this far with, though. I was always scared before, never did anything real."

Natalie winced as Wren reached out to grab her exposed nipple between her thumb and forefinger, applying pressure and forcing Natalie to close the distance between them or risk more pain. They were face to face then, for a moment, eye to eye.

Then, Wren leaned in and kissed. Natalie felt the touch of her lips on her own, Wren's tongue slipping into her mouth. The kiss was brief, and had ended before Natalie even really realised that it had happened.

"We're going to have so much fun together." Wren said, looking at Natalie's stunned expression. "You might not like girls, but I like you, and you're going to do what I say whether you want to or not."

She walked a few steps away from Natalie, then swung back around, as though she was so excited she couldn't even stay still.

"I've never had someone else to try all of this stuff on." She admitted. "So many things I always wanted to see and do to another girl. I wanted to see how your body was like mine, and how it was different. How you reacted to things, how wet you got when I humiliated you, and how your face looked when you came. I wanted to know what you would look like on all fours, or with a cock in your ass or pussy, I wanted to know what your tongue would feel like as you ate me out. I wanted to **** you, not only for me, but for your other friends as well, make it so that they saw what was going on, and even participated.

"From the moment I first saw you, Nat, from the moment we first moved to the dorm together, you were the one I wanted. The one I needed. I tried to be nice, and I tried to be civil, it had been so long since I'd done anything like this, not for years and years. I don't remember now quite why I tried so hard to be a good girl. It was obvious that this was what was going to happen sooner or later. You're cute, you know? Your curly hair, and your smooth skin, and your eyes, you're the sort of woman I want to tease and torment, and hear cry out. And from the moment I had those pictures of you, I knew that it would be so. From that day, until we finally graduate, you're my bitch, and you're going to do anything and everything I tell you. Hell, maybe even beyond that time."

"To a certain ear, that might sound romantic." Natalie said. "If I wasn't currently handcuffed and with these damn things on my nipples. What are you going to do to me next, Wren? Let's just get it over with."

"You think so?" Wren said, for a moment, she almost looked hurt. "All right then. As I said, I wanted to see what your body was like, and now I am going to. Get on the sofa and spread your legs."

Natalie gulped, but had **** in the matter. She felt Wren's eyes on her as she did as she was told, trudging over to the sofa (wincing each time her nipples reminded her of their current situation) and sat down. Spreading her legs was harder than she might have thought, she felt so open and ****, it was against every instinct in her body to do it. She felt the heat rising to her face as she did it, presenting her pussy to Wren.

But Wren wasn't done just yet. She'd already moved behind the sofa. Natalie heard her grunting, moving something heavy. There was a wooden grinding sound as something was dragged along the floor. It as a bookshelf, and Wren put it right behind the sofa, peeking over each side. Then, Wren went back to her bag, and withdrew two lengths of of elastic-like fabric. With these in hand, she moved towards Natalie, looping them around her inner thighs. The fabric felt a bit like leather, and it was rough to the her skin, Natalie felt its touch coiling about her with a certain amount of trepidation. Once it was looped around her thigh, Wren took the other end, and looped it about the leg of the shelf. The shelf was rather old, and rather steady, the sort of thing that Wren had had to put her whole back into in order to move. Once Natalie was properly secured, Wren pulled the knot tight, and Natalie let out a surprised note as she felt her thighs pulled open. She struggled, trying to close her leg, but it didn't work. The bookshelf was too heavy for her to move from this angle, and she could get no momentum or power from the way she was tied. Wren moved to her other side, and repeated the process, pulling the knit tight, and forcing Natalie to spread her legs as widely as she could.

"That's a good look for you, Nat." Wren said, standing in front of her with her hands on her hips. "Totally bare and without a shred of dignity. What do you think?"

Natalie's response was an expletive that made Wren chuckle.

"Now, now," She said, "There'll be time for that later. Right now, we're just getting to know one another."

Natalie felt cold sweat breaking out across her body, her legs were more or less totally out of action now, the ropes held her tightly, and her hands were still bound behind her back. She realised that she was well and truly helpless, and almost totally at the mercy of her bully.

Wren pulled a wooden stool over to her, and started to move things from the bag to it. Natalie watched, but her head was spinning, and her heart was beating fast. she felt both aroused and humiliated, utterly naked and with her legs spread like this. Anyone could come in and see it! What was more, by the sound of it, Wren was intending to explore her body as fully as possible.

Once she was satisfied, Wren knelt down, folding her legs into a sitting position between Natalie's thighs. Her upper body was about the same height as Natalie's womanhood, and she reached forwards, her fingers gently tracing Natalie's mound as though it were a rare treasure. Her touch was gentle, her fingers sweeping slowly over her skin, leaving a delicious tingling in their wake.

"This is your pubic mound, right?" She said softly, as Natalie tried not to moan at the contact. "I've seen it before, of course. But this is the first time I've got a chance to take a real look at it."

Natalie bucked against her restraints, feeling Wren's fingers curl around her mound, following the curve of her womanhood, greedily seeming to want to touch every inch of her. Her fingers were spread, touching Natalie in as many places as possible, she didn't seem to even care that she was obviously fascinated.

"I've never seen another girl here." She said, and then paused, and seemed to consider. "Well, no. We both know that's not true. But I've never had the chance to really explore it like this. Have you ever touched yourself like this, Natalie? Really explored yourself?"

Natalie said nothing, and Wren sighed, casually reaching up to flick one of her nipples. The binding on them made this even more intense, and Natalie felt her toes curling as she flinched.

"F-fuck!"

"I asked you a question. Have you ever explored yourself like this?"

"N-no!" Natalie blurted. "I've never explored myself like you're doing right now!"

It was true. Wren was stroking her mound with both hands now, sweeping along its sides, running along its face. She hadn't even moved to her slit yet, instead, she seemed to be trying to memorise it all by touch. Her fingers roamed here and there, and it felt oddly invasive. In a strange way, if Wren had just leapt right to some devious torment, then it would have been less humiliating. Instead, this was strangely intimate, like the hand of a lover after they had sex. Stroking her not with a coiled urgency, but with an easy laziness. It wasn't to create a reaction, it was simply as though she were trying to touch and fondle every inch of Natalie. As if she wanted to own it all. That was it, Natalie realised. Wren was being gentle, but she was also treating the other woman like what was essentially a sex doll. She was learning how she worked, and what made her tick.

After what seemed like an eternity, Natalie felt Wren's hands slip lower, following the curve of her mound again, but this time flowing along it to a lower point, where the tip of her lower lips was located. Natalie closed her eyes, breathing deeply, and trying to block out the humiliation as she felt Wren's fingers trace her opening. She felt hot, and shivery, the edges of Wren's digits gently pressed in against her womanhood, Natalie flushed red as she felt her wetness seeping out. staining the tips of Wren's fingers.

"I see that you're not shaved down there." Wren commented. "I noticed this before too, but your hair is so fine, it almost doesn't matter. It feels so soft."

Natalie's toes curled, and she gasped, Wren's fingers gently stroked her mound, the motion made her squirm, but it lasted only for a moment. Wren was eyeing her labia with obvious interest. Natalie was already aroused, so her lips had started to spread, allowing Wren to see into her most private area. Again, she ran her fingers up and down Natalie's opening, feeling out every inch of it, isolating every part of it. It was as though she truly did want to see every single component of Natalie's sex. It felt utterly humiliating, Natalie's face was bright red, even with all of her adventures, she'd never had someone pay so much attention to her like this. It stole her breath, and made her skin feel hot, the aching pain in her nipples somehow only magnified it, as did the rush of shame she felt when she realised just how hot and bothered it was making her to be in this position.

"Your pussy is different compared to mine." Wren said, "I mean, I'm shaved down there, but besides that. You're a bit bigger than me, and your slit is more obvious. It's amazing, your body really is suited to you, Nat. Look how wet it is, look how you're trembling just at the feeling of my fingers. You really haven't done this before, have you? Well, maybe you should have. Every woman should know her most intimate area, don't you know? Let's see now..."

Natalie felt a flash of heat, the tightness between her legs growing, to her shame, she was having to fight then urge to grind against Wren as her fingers spread out, one hand to each side of her pussy. The tips of her digits intruded into Natalie's slit, and then Natalie felt Wren pull her labia wider, stretching them as far back as they could go. Natalie groaned at this, her heart beating fast, and her mouth dry. With a careful hand, Wren reached for the stool, where she had prepared several lengths of sticky tape. She took these, and used them to pin Natalie's womanhood open, first one side and then the other. Natalie felt the edge of the tape, and heard the distinctive crackle before it was pressed down into her pussy, applied in enough layers to hold her open. She felt a flash of heat, her legs and arms bucked against their restraints, but Wren didn't care, peeling away Natalie's very last layer of dignity.

"I tried this on myself once." Wren admitted. "It feels really weird at first, doesn't it? To be held so open. You spend your whole life closed, even when you're aroused, you never really realise just how your lips can stretch. But once it's done to you, it just feels so horrible, doesn't it? You're totally exposed, totally out there, anyone can see everything, and you're not even afforded the protection of your own body."

Natalie was breathing heavily now. Her chest heaving, her nipples still ached from the makeshift clamps, and arousal swamped her mind. Humiliation played at her, nibbling at her self respect, and she was trying desperately to struggle free of her bindings. None of then gave, though. And a moment later, it got worse when Wren took out her camera, taking yet more shots of Natalie, running the thing over her naked body, zooming in on her pussy, and her breasts, and then her face.

"Do you feel it, Nat?" She asked. "My power over you growing with every photo. I wonder what the college would say if they saw you like this? I wonder what your friends would say?"

Her mouth curled into a smirk, but then she got back to work. With Natalie's labia **** open by the tape, Wren was able to fit her fingers inside. Natalie shifted, feeling Wren inside of her. The other woman's fingers stroked and teased and toyed, making Natalie moan as she felt her pushing deeper. Her nipples ached more harshly now, as the blood rushed to them due to her growing arousal. Before long, Natalie was grinding herself against Wren's fingers, her knees and thighs working on their own, pressing her closer to the source of pleasure no matter how she tried to resist. She was breathing quickly, moaning as Wren continued to explore her. Natalie could feel the leading edge of a climax building in her body, her throat was dry, and her skin was hot. Her fingers and toes were tingling, and her pussy was clenching around Wren's fingers, making it obvious just how far along she was.

Suddenly, Wren withdrew, and Natalie felt an aching absence of pleasure thunder through her body. The denied orgasm swept along her limbs, making them shake and tremble with desire, she cried out in wordless protest, but Wren just chuckled.

"Not so fast, Natalie. We have all day yet. Now, let's see, what do we want to check out next? Ah yes! I wanted to see your clit."