The Paper Test

"We need to decide exactly how we're going to do this all." Wren said, looking around to each of the girls in turn. She'd gotten up now, and was walking to the middle of the room, the TV was paused, and Wren was the centre of attention. "We're all agreed that we want to do this, right? No backing out? If you're gonna hesitate to play along, then you'd best back out now. If you're not willing to be seen naked... or be asked to do certain things... then you should voice it right now."

"I'm in." Natalie said, her voice hitching slightly. She didn't really have much choice anyway.

"As am I." Wren said. "Casey, it was your idea?"

"Uh....I'm in." Casey said, still looking tense.

"If everyone else is going to do it, I hardly want to be left out, do I?" Said Samantha from her table.

"Okay, good." Wren said. "This is how this is going to work. If you're wearing trousers, I want you to take them off. If you're in a skirt or dress, you can keep it on. Here's my idea, in a moment, I am going to get some strips of white kitchen paper. Everyone is going to put them over their panties, over your mounds, if you get what I am saying. Then, I'll unpause the movie, and we'll watch a bit more of it. The more aroused you get, the wetter you are, right? And if you get wet enough, it'll soak through your panties, and mark the paper. When we're done with the movie, we'll go over the papers, and see who is most aroused. Then, everyone who was less aroused than her gets to give her a direct order, and it could be anything. Understand?"

"You seem to have put some thought into this." Samantha said.

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I didn't say that." The oldest of them remarked. "Just that, for this being Casey's idea, you sure seem to have grasped it quickly, Wren."

"Well, I've done it before..." Wren admitted. "Just before I came to college, a bunch of friends and I got together and decided to have a night of those sort of games. This is one of the ones we started with."

"Okay, wow." Casey said, her face still red. "I didn't think we'd do anything like this so soon..."

"Yeah, well, you're the one who wanted it, so just sit back and enjoy." Wren said, moving to the kitchen. "I am going to get the paper, the rest of you should take your trousers off. 'Cept Natalie since she's in a skirt, she's already dressed for this."

"H-heh." Casey flushed red as she stood up the centre of the room, her fingers trembled as she undid the laces of her shoes and kick them off, then the button of her jeans. A moment later, she was forcing down the waist of those jeans, exposing long, pale legs, pockmarked with rising goosebumps. She shuddered, Natalie could well imagine her humiliation. "Uh, I'd ask the lot of you not to look, but uh... that's not really in the cards, is it?"

Suddenly, she turned around, presenting herself to the other two women. Her eyes were screed tightly closed, as if trying to get the moment over with as quickly as possible. Casey's body was lithe, on the small side, it had to be said, but well formed and fit. She liked to run, and had long, toned legs, as well as a compact body. Her face was still red, and after a moment, Natalie noticed why. Her panties were already wet, the videos that Wren had put on had done their job and aroused her.

Meanwhile, Samantha had stood up, and was doing much the same. Or at least, she was removing her shorts, she didn't seem nearly as shy or bashful as Casey was. In a moment, she had undone and kicked off her shoes, and was carefully folding her shorts into a pile. Samantha was tall, her red hair was long, falling to her shins, and she was wearing black panties of a low cut, the sort of thing you put on if you intended for someone later to take them off. The colour of the panties made it hard to say, but Natalie was pretty sure that Samantha too was aroused.

A moment later, Wren came back with a roll of kitchen paper, handing it out to each of them in turn. With a shaking hand, Casey took it, carefully wrapping her legs around it as she sat down again. Samantha took her own without comment.

It was only then that Natalie realised Wren was wearing a skirt as well. She must have known ahead of time what sort of game she'd try to set up, and made rules to exclude herself, as well as Natalie, though, for different reasons.

"Here you go, Nat." She said with a grin, handing Natalie her paper. "Try not to soak it too much, eh? Otherwise, who knows what you might be asked to do..."

Natalie took it, meeting Wren's gaze with her own. As she tucked it between her legs, feeling the heat of Casey's gaze on her as she did, Natalie contemplated just how unlikely she was to be able to do anything but what Wren so clearly wanted. The kitchen paper felt rough against her lower lips, like the other girls, she was already aroused to some extent, having sat through hours of sexual content, and she felt a little shiver worm its way up her spine as her hand brushed her sex. But of course, Natalie wasn't wearing panties, unlike the other three. This meant that her arousal wouldn't be absorbed by her underwear, the paper wouldn't be protected in any way. She could, of course, try not to place it correctly, but she just bet that Wren was waiting for that, with a whole new idea if she did.

...She was really in trouble here, wasn't she? Even as she placed the paper against her slit, she felt the wetness seeping into it, marking it with her shame. Unless one of the other two was going to cum in their panties, then she seemed to be the inevitable loser of the contest, even before it started!

The movie started playing again. Now, the atmosphere in the room was a lot more tense, even as all four of them tried to pretend they were watching it. Casey kept throwing sideways glances to Natalie or Samantha. Natalie couldn't help but notice how smooth Samantha's legs were, and how confident she was even in this half naked state. And Wren watched the whole thing with an air of anticipation.

Natalie felt a tightness in her chest, watching the movie play through yet another pornographic scene, she did her best to control herself, but her body was responding on its own. She could feel her own swelling arousal, a sort of heat which flowed from her womanhood to the rest of her body, filling her up with aching desire. it was strange, the whole situation made her pay attention to her own body far more than she usually did. Natalie could feel the slowly building heat between her legs, the way her labia were half open, inviting entrance into her womanhood, her how skin tingled, the slightest movement making her nerves jump and sing. She could even feel her clitoris, a tiny spot just a little bit more hot, and more sensitive, than the rest.

She swallowed, her throat felt dry. The motion pressed her nipples into her shirt, they were fully engorged now, the unexpected sensation made her blanch, she knew she was breathing heavily, but she couldn't seem to stop. She tried to focus, but it eluded her. Her head was spinning, desire rising in her like a primal tide. God, how did it feel so strong? Was it because she wasn't the only one in the room? Maybe, but she'd done things in front of people before, a lot, and it had rarely felt so strong. Was it the anticipation? As the game went on, and the movie played, both Casey and Samantha were going through their own trials, but Natalie was the only one who knew she was doomed to lose. Wren had set that up from the very beginning.

Any moment now, as soon as the video was paused again, everyone would see just how aroused she really was. No, it was worse than that, because they wouldn't know she didn't have any panties, so they'd think that she'd been wet enough to go through them like they were nothing! She writhed in anticipated humiliation, her hands clenched by her side. But there was nothing to do but try, try, and try to control herself. Even then, it was a losing fight. Natalie had never been very good at self control. That was probably why she'd started using her powers for this sort of thing in the first place. If she'd had self control, she probably wouldn't have. it was probably wrong on some level, she had to admit, but any vow she made not to do it anymore was soon broken. Natalie loved what she did, she loved sex, being humiliated and embarrassed, and being ''****'' to strip or perform for others. No matter how much she tired to stay away, she always ended up back here again.

Casey was having trouble too. She was by far the most sexually inexperienced in the room, and it showed. Samantha was composed, Wren was the very picture of calm. Casey was shifting where she sat, looking back and forth, her vision straying to the other women as well as the screen. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was clearly becoming aware of her own body the same way Natalie was. Of the feel of the naked skin of her legs, of the way her breasts pushed into her bra, of the wetness between her legs, and the building desire in her chest. She was breathing fast, her chest expanding and falling as she went. She raised one hand, and swept a strand of brown hair from her face, her green eyes blinked, trying to focus on the screen and not her own internal thoughts.

After an eternity, the screen was paused again. And Wren stood up. She coughed, drawing everyone's attention.

"All right, ladies. That was probably long enough for us all to get nice and wet. Now, let's see which one of us got the most carried away."

She held out her own paper, which was wet, but not massively so. Wren's self control was very good, and besides, she had probably spent most of the evening planning and preparing, rather than paying attention to the screen. Next, Samantha held out her own paper, it was more wet, but the red-haired girl held it up without any hint of shame.

After that, Casey. She fumbled for a moment as she held up the paper, Natalie saw that her panties were even more wet now. Had the knowledge that she was being tested turned her on more? Her paper was rather wet, blotchy and patched-looking. Her eyes turned towards the ground as she held it up, doubtless realising just how much it showed her arousal compared to the others.

That left only Natalie. She took a deep, steadying breathe, trying to find her inner centre as she reached down between her legs with one hand. Her skirt felt stiff as her fingers slid under it, grasping for the paper. It had stuck to her, and she had to peel it away carefully so that it didn't tear. For a moment, she didn't do anything. Standing on the edge of humiliation, the other three were waiting to see her paper, and Natalie desperately looked for some way to avoid showing it. But there was none save her power, and she wasn't yet that ****.

So she showed the paper, fishing it out from under her skirt, the heat rising to her face. She knew instantly that she had indeed lost. Wren let out a low whistle as she viewed the paper. Natalie's was very clearly much more wet than Casey's, largely due to the lack of panties.

"Wow, Nat." Wren said. "I didn't realise you were that turned on by all of this. That's got to be some of the wettest paper I've ever seen in this sort of game. Is this hitting all of your kinks or something?"

Natalie said nothing, gritting her teeth and trying to pretend that Wren hadn't commented. She could see that Casey's eyes were wide, a touch of colour in her cheeks as she realised how aroused Natalie was. Natalie felt like she wanted to curl up somewhere deep and dark, Casey's eyes were accusatory somehow, as if Natalie should have been more and better.

"I suppose I am not surprised that Casey is into it." Samantha said. "Since she suggested it and all, but you too, Natalie?"

Natalie's humiliation intensified, and for a moment, she couldn't find any words to say at all. Before she could recover properly, Wren swooped in.

"Well, I think we can say that Nat definitely lost that one. You guys all remember the stakes, right? Each one of us can now ask Nat to do anything we want, and she has to comply. Nothing dangerous, though. But just to confirm, you'll do anything, Natalie?"

"Yes..." Natalie said, glaring at Wren. "Anything."