The New Routine

For the next several days, Natalie lived with the humiliation of her new position. Each day, she would wake up and prepare her breakfast, she'd be naked, of course, and have to ignore or endure the fact that the other girls would be seeing her in this state for the rest of the day. The desire to hide herself was very strong, the humiliation of such open vulnerability was difficult to describe. She would sometimes try to shield herself with objects, moving behind counters or tables, though even when she did so, it didn't change the sense of exposure which she was experiencing. The fact that she was so casually naked in front of her friends was a source both of shame and of arousal for Natalie, and she couldn't help how her breath caught in her throat, and how her sex grew damp whenever someone was looking at her for any length of time.

It didn't take long for the others to notice this arousal. It was hard to hide, since she could wear no clothes. Samantha was the first one to comment, shaking her head slowly as Natalie did her best to ignore the tightness between her legs.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you, Nat? When Wren first made you do it, I thought you might be more defiant, but I guess you secretly like it."

"N-No!" Natalie spluttered, her face turning red. "I-it's not like that at all, Samantha! R-really! I'm just doing what I've been told to do!"

"Hmmm." Samantha didn't look convinced, and Natalie practically ran from the room, stopping only once she was in her own space again. She looked over to the mirror, seeing her naked body, her chest rising and falling as she gasped as if she'd run a mile. She looked down between her legs, and saw that she had a glimmer of wetness there.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit." She said to herself, "Whatever Wren is trying to do is working.... Fuck! I feel so aroused right now, every time the others turn to see me, it's like my heart beats faster, and they're noticing..."

It was true. As the days went by, Wren was content to take a more hands off approach to the situation, doing nothing more serious than ensuring that Natalie fulfilled her obligations, remaining naked, and obeying the other members of the dorm. It was obvious to Natalie what she was trying to do; she was trying to create a wedge between them, something she could use to change the social dynamic of their group, and make it so that Natalie was treated as inferior to the others. To that extent, she ensured that Natalie remained naked, and made sure she masturbated each day for them all on the couch. Wren would call everyone in, from Samantha to Casey, and then Natalie would onto the sofa, she would spread her legs, as she had the first time, but now she would not even have the protection of an skirt, she would be totally naked, her heart hammering. Her clit would throb with heat, the folds of her womanhood would be damp with desire, a fact that Wren would point out each time, commenting with lines such as:

''Oh, I see you're excited, Natalie.'

''I am glad you're enjoying this, Natalie.''

''Your pussy has gotten so wet, Nat. Are you sure that you're not enjoying this more than you should?''

Whatever she said, the point was the same, to drive in to the others that Natalie was enjoying this, to make them see her as someone who wanted to be a ****, to be bullied and used. Natalie would flush red, humiliation filling her face with each word, her hands would tremble with excitement and apprehension, she would feel the fabric of the sofa pressing into her body, the soft touch of the cold air against her sides, and the gaze of her friends upon her womanhood and bust, and she would wait, knowing that she would be punished for starting too soon.

It was a ****, a torment most exquisite, naked on the sofa, she would be **** to wait with her legs spread, her womanhood exposed. The others would stand or sit or crowd around her, their eyes lingering over her body. Her nipples would tingle, and her womanhood would ache, but she would not do anything but sit and endure, and feel the mounting humiliation that came from the understanding of her position.

Only when the order was given, usually by Wren, but sometimes now by Samantha, would Natalie be allowed to touch herself, and then, she'd do it fiercely. The wait and the humiliation combining with her arousal to make her mound sensitive, her probing fingers felt divine as they rubbed and teased her womanhood, her clit burning with delight when she teased it, tearing moans from her throat, her nipples growing stiff, and her eyes going wide.

She would rub her womanhood, her fingers slick with her own juices, messaging the folds of her mound, gently pressing harder, moving slowly, and then fast, and then slowly again, until she felt the pressure building up between her legs, and she came. Then, she'd sigh, feeling as if all her energy were spent and slump back down into the sofa, gasping for air as her pussy tingled, and the others rated her performance like she was some sort of actor.

Then, it started to change. After the first two times, Samantha decided to make things more difficult for her.

"Since you seem to be enjoying this, Natalie, I have an order for you."

Natalie gulped, What did Samantha have in store for her now? She felt her apprehension growing, but did her best not to show it.

"W-what do you want me to do?"

"From now on, until the end of your time as a ****, if you're going to cum, you have to ask permission from one of us. If you cum without permission, you have to endure a punishment chosen by vote, understood?"

She wasn't even being allowed to cum now? Natalie felt her insides twist, nervousness flashed through her mind, but more than that, it was as though her own body were being turned against her. The thought to argue crept into her mind, but Wren was there, grinning like a devil behind Samantha, and Natalie thought better of it.

The next day, during her masturbation session, Natalie forgot to ask to cum. As a result, Wren and Samantha overturned the table in the living room. and had Natalie lay with her back against it. Then, they took rope, and tied her hands and legs to the table's legs, forcing her into a splayed position that showed off her whole body.

Natalie lay with baited breath, her skin felt cold, the rope biting into her arms and legs. She couldn't move now, the table was old and solid, and she couldn't have broken it even if she wanted to. The wood to her back, she was **** to look up into the sky, but not for long, because soon she heard Wren coming back, and realised with horror that she had prepared for this.

She was holding a white rod with a rounded head, the tip was rubber. Natalie recognised it as a magic wand, and suddenly felt very open indeed. Worse, a moment later, Samantha came back with a second one as well! She let out a low moan of distress.

"I take it you recognise these, then?" Wren said. "Well, you broke the rules, so you need to be punished. You didn't ask to cum, so now, you're going to cum again and again until asking is second nature. Samantha here has agreed to help."

The tall red-head regarded Natalie for a moment, her fingers splayed over the magic wand, Natalie felt her heart thudding in her chest. She wanted to plead, to beg, but what good would it do? Samantha was looking down at her, waiting to see what she did, waiting to gauge her reaction. If Natalie made a big scene of it, Samantha would stop for sure, she was still Natalie's friend, after all. But Wren was present too, and if Natalie made a big scene, then Wren would doubtless punish her even more harshly later when there was no one else around. Natalie strained in her restraints, her fists opening and closing, but turned her head aside and said nothing.

After a moment, Samantha seemed to decide this counted as consent, and the two women moved forwards. Natalie felt the rubber heads of the magic wands pressed into her skin, and an instant later, they whirred to life. Natalie had never used something like this before, so she was unprepared for the feeling as the magic wands were moving over her skin, leaving a trail of vibrations and tenderness. She shuddered, the magic wands were powerful in their own way. The vibrations were quick and fast, jolting her body so many times a minute that she couldn't even try to count it all. Her nerves screamed, and her skin tingled as the rods were drawn slowly over her body, The feeling was unlike anything she'd experienced before, and Natalie could already feel the dampness between her legs mounting. She was moaning now, one of the magic wands was directed at her chest, gently messaging her breasts, circling her areola, teasing her nipples. The other one sunk lower and lower, tracing a path down her waist as it made its way towards her womanhood.

Natalie gasped and moaned, sweat beaded her naked body, her restrains held her perfectly in place, open and exposed to the **** on her senses. The air felt cold against her skin, and she gasped, trying to fill her lungs desperately as the pleasure built and built. She wanted to scream, but could only moan. The two magic wands were an **** on her senses, stimulating her in a way she wasn't prepared for.

Natalie jerked suddenly, her eyes snapped open as she felt the second wand prod at her womanhood. It felt like she'd been shocked! The vibrations tore into her, her labia were open, the motions pounded through right down to her core, stealing the strength from her legs. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out except for a sort of strangled groan. Natalie managed to shake her head, fuck, fuck, fuck! Her pussy felt like it was on fire! It was burning, _burning _with the stimulation of the magic wand! Her mouth felt dry, and she was trembling along with the vibrations.

Slowly, Wren, the one who was teasing her womanhood, pressed the rod upwards, towards her clit. Natalie's eyes widened, and she tried to shake her head, every inch it took towards her most delicate spot only made things more intense. She tried to open her mouth and beg them not to, but they didn't hear, or didn't care. When the magic wound found her clitoris, Natalie flung her head back as a sudden surge of feeling tore through her body like a claw, searing up her spine, and ripping the air from her lungs. She moaned, loudly, not even able to try and control it. Her body contorted as best it could within the confines of the ropes.

She climaxed, feeling the heat of her body and the tightness between her legs explode outwards, the world shook, and blurred for a moment as the wave hit her. Natalie gasped, straining for air, and felt the wand at her mound retreat, giving her a chance to gather her thoughts.

But it wasn't over. A moment later, Natalie felt both magic wands at her chest again. The feeling was less intense there, but it was a constant, buzzing reminder, and the two other women were sure to tease her nipples, running the rods over her breasts, altering the setting so she didn't get too used to it, and constantly flowing from one position to the next.

As soon as they felt she had recovered enough, they moved back to her pussy, but this time, there were two of them there, making it even more intense. Natalie felt like she wanted to scream as the two magic wands tortured her womanhood, sending vibrations rocking through her body, pulverising her clitoris with stimulation that had no end. She was shaking in the ropes, her body drenched in sweat, her labia were swollen and red now, but Wren and Samantha kept going.

In the background, Natalie saw that Casey was watching, her green eyes were wide, like she didn't know what to do. Her face was flushed, and she was wearing a short skirt. One of her hands had buried itself under the waist of the skirt, and Natalie realised she was touching herself while watching her be humiliated. As Natalie's punishment continued, Casey stroked herself harder and harder, almost as if it was against her will, her eyes were wide, but her arousal drove her on. The two locked gazes, Casey flushed red, and looked away, but her fingers still worked on her womanhood, and Natalie came again a moment later, breaking the moment and wrenching her attention back to herself.

The punishment continued for another hour. Wren and Samantha would **** her to orgasm, and then back off for a little bit to allow her to recover, only to make her cum again. Since they didn't allow a lot of time, each orgasm hit harder than the last, it was more intense and stimulating, but also more like a punishment. Natalie was **** to climax again and again, until each one rocked through her body, stealing her thoughts and her words from her very mind.

"P-please..." She managed, during one of their breaks. "I...I can't take it anymore. Wren, Sam, I-I'm sorry I didn't ask for permission to cum! I-I'll never do it again! I'll always ask for permission! Please stop! My pussy is sore! T-this is all too intense!"

"I don't know." Wren said, looking at Samantha. "Do you think she's learned her lesson?"

"Maybe so..." Samantha said, looking back to Wren. "How about a little test to see?"

"Oh, what do you suggest?"

Samantha stood up for a moment, unbuttoning her pants, and then stepping out of her panties.

"Hey, Natalie..." She said, "You seemed to give Casey a really good time that other night. Why don't you do the same for me? And if you make me cum, I'll call the punishment done."

Natalie nodded, as Samantha pressed her womanhood down on Natalie's face. Natalie could taste her arousal on the tip of her tongue. But as Natalie set to work pleasuring the other woman desperately, she felt a sinking sense in her stomach, as something was pressed against her womanhood again.

"She said the punishment would end once she was satisfied." Wren said. "So it's not over just yet. Hope you're able to keep going while your pussy is screaming, Nat."

The magic wand started again, and Natalie felt her whole body start to convulse.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the room, Casey stood and watched, feeling her own climax hit her for a second time. Her panties were soaking now, and as she withdrew her hand from her dress, she saw that her fingers were equally wet. She'd cum twice now, and knew that she should turn away. But she couldn't, she felt locked there, trapped, the event held her gaze and she couldn't turn away.

As she watched Natalie, the women she'd looked up to as a mentor and big sister, writhe and buck under the feeling of the magic wand, desperately eating out Samantha, Casey had only one thought in her mind.

What the hell is wrong with me?