Victory can be a Beguiling Taste

A few days later, and with no idea of what was planned for her, Casey Heigh went out on her usual run. It was a sunny day and the weather was warm. She decided against her better judgement to wear a light, form fitting top with short sleeves and a pair of shorts which exposed her long legs to the outside air. She didn't much like dressing like that - every time someone turned to look at her, a shiver wormed its way up her spine. But she tried to ignore it, telling herself that heavier clothes would have made the run truly unbearable.

Maybe she even believed it.

Casey was good at running. She'd been a runner ever since she was young, and it was something she'd picked up from her older sister Hannah. The two had run together for some time, though Hannah was now much too busy for that kind of thing. She was working on her career, trying to bring money in that the family desperately needed. Casey didn't begrudge her that. But she did sometimes miss her older sister on her runs.

The chain of thought made her sad, and Casey tried to focus on the feel of the run instead. The wind whipped through her copper hair, which trailed behind her as she went. The motion, the power in her legs, feeling her body jolting with each step. She was a fast runner, even when she paced herself. She took pride in that as she rarely did in most things. It was her own little achievement. Not something that had come from family or money, but something she'd done for herself.

She was a runner. Not the best runner in the world. Not the best runner in the city. But still a good runner, and she could take pride in that.

The path of her run took her to the long winding beach. It was warm today, and there were many people there. Sitting among the rising dunes of sand or near the lapping of the ocean's waves. Many of them were dressed even more scantily than she was, and Casey felt a flush of heat rising though her as she thought that. Some of the bikinis that the girls were wearing barely covered anything and Casey knew if she ever tried something like that on, she'd simply die of shame. The idea wouldn't leave her though, and she wondered how it would feel to be so exposed. That thought made certain parts of her tingle, and she did her best to push it aside.

She didn't want to wear a bikini like that. She didn't want to be seen in one. Certainly not! The fact that the image wouldn't leave her alone was simply because she was in an odd state of mind today. That was it. That was all.

She continued her run, moving between the rising dunes of sand and away from the more populated sections of the beach. Patches and clumps of sharp looking weeds poked out through the sandy earth now, and she was careful to move around them. They could cut you if you brushed them too closely, and she'd found that out the hard way a few times.

The sound of commotion, crashing waves and talking people faded into the background and it seemed like the world consisted now only of Casey. The dunes were rough terrain, no one came here if they really could help it. Casey liked it because it was isolated and lonesome. When she was younger, she'd come here to wrestle with her thoughts. She could still remember talking to Hannah after one of their arguments here, when they had both come to apologise. The stars had been out that night, and it had been so beautiful. Like a portrait.

But Hannah wasn't here now. It was just Casey and her thoughts, totally alone.

She was wrong about that last thing, but she didn't know it yet. As she angled around one of the larger dunes, Casey heard a voice call out to her. She paused, slowing to a halt. Was someone there? It was unusual for anyone to be in the dunes, but it wasn't like it was disallowed or something. Maybe it was someone from college?

"Hey!" Came the voice again. "Hello! Are you Casey? Casey Heigh?"

"T-that's me," Casey said. She hesitated a little, still not sure what to make of this. Another person was emerging from the dunes now. A girl who looked to be a few years older than she was. Casey didn't know her, but as she got closer, she spoke again.

"Casey? I'm sorry, but I was told to wait here for you."

"You were told?" Casey blinked. "I'm not sure who would ask you to do that."

It was true. Her runs weren't exactly hidden, but most people didn't bother to keep track of them. She thought at first it might be Hannah, or someone from her family, but they would have her number. She frowned, peering at the other girl.

"I'm sorry," She said. "I'm not sure who you are. Have we met at all?"

"Met? Oh, I don't think so," The other girl said. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, with dark hair and brown eyes. "I don't think we've met. I've never seen you before in my life, actually. I was just told that you ran here, and that you'd be around soon probably. Some guy paid me a lot of money to wait for you."

Casey's heart skipped a beat then, though she tried not to show it on her face. A guy had set this up? She had male friends in college, but they would be able to reach her much more easily than this! Something was up and she didn't like it. Deep inside of her, something seemed to sit up and take notice. Sniffing at the wind like an animal. A shiver ran up her spine as she struggled to compose herself.

The woman blinked, and shot her a smile which was disarmingly friendly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot to introduce myself, huh? My name is Humilia."

"Humilia? That's a bit of a weird one, isn't it?"

"Maybe," Humilia smiled. "But it's what I was given. I quite like it. Anyway, I was asked to give you this and then wait for your response."

She held out a letter towards Casey. The redhead eyed it for a moment before reluctantly closing her hand around it. It felt heavy. Not in reality but in potential. Weighed down by whatever it could be. Her pulse sped up, and she tried not to imagine all of the things that could be in that letter. Casey swallowed. Her throat felt suddenly quite dry. She knew she was being silly, but she couldn't help it. She slit open the envelope and let the letter fall out into her hand.

"Did the guy who asked you to give this to me say his name?" She asked. Partly, she was curious. Partly, she also wanted to delay the moment she would have to read the thing. Humilia shook her head.

"'fraid not. He said he knew you from college, though. Someone in your class? It was actually a group of guys. Two or three of them. The others held back while the first one gave me this but they were grinning a lot. Is it some sort of joke?"

"No," Casey said. Her heart was racing now as her eyes traced over the message. She felt as if the world had spun around and she was suddenly falling into the sky. Her heart hammered, anxiety rushed through her, rising to her head like a thick cloud. "It's not a joke at all."

Casey, we represent a group of interested male students who have come to be aware of your financial situation. We've hired this woman - Humilia Tron - to act as our hand in this matter, though she does not know it yet. In a moment, we're going to give you a list of instructions and you will perform them. Humilia will record it.

You do not have to obey us, of course. You are free to turn around and go back home. But know that if we do not receive confirmation that our orders have been carried out, word of your situation might just get out in college. We're sure that someone of your social standing would not want that.

"Holy shit," Casey muttered, staring at the page as though the words would rearrange themselves into something else. It was as though the ground under her feet had turned suddenly to mud. The words burned themselves into her mind.

"Can I see?" Humilia asked, snatching the letter from her limp hand. As she read through it, her eyes seemed to grow wider, and there was only the slightest glimmer of anticipation. A glimmer which Casey easily missed amidst her own concern and shock.

"Damn." Humilia said. "If I had known I was getting wrapped up in something like this, I'd have never brought you the note! We should throw it away. I'm sure you'd never want to do anything like this."

Casey licked her lips, not sure what to do. Mortification was already flowing through her body like a rising tide. She shifted from one foot to the next. Humilia was right, of course. They had to ignore it. There was no way that she could possibly do what was being asked of her. Right on the front of the page, it told her to strip down! To get naked! There was no way in hell she'd ever do that!

...right?

She bit her lower lip, teeth worrying at it as she thought. She knew that if her friends realised her loss of money, they wouldn't turn on her. They'd be kind and understanding, and that would somehow be worse. She would forever be the one who needed help. The poor dear who wasn't as good as them even though she tried ever so hard.

Lost in her own thoughts, Casey failed to spot how Humilia watched her, fighting to keep the grin from her face. This was a fun game that she had only rarely played before. If she had read Casey right, she'd have a very hard time just turning this down.

She was right, as she turned to - very visibly - scrunch up and throw away the note, Casey cried out.

"W-wait! I need to think..."

"You can't seriously be thinking about doing what they ask?" Humilia asked, turning the screw a little to see the other girl squirm. "What kind of self respecting woman would lower herself like that?"

Casey's face visibly twisted, humiliation contorted her features and she blushed. But she couldn't back out. Her reputation was too important to her. It would bring shame to her whole family if word of their situation got out. They wouldn't have any pride at all. Better to humiliate herself privately than allow that for everyone she cared for.

"I...I need to do it," Casey said. Her legs felt weak, and she was moving from one to the other, shifting her weight as she thought.

"Are you sure? Really sure? You know that I'm supposed to take pictures right? To confirm you did what you were told?"

Casey seemed to shrink into herself, trembling as she nodded.

"I...I know..."

"Well then, let me get my camera."

Humilia turned, fishing around in her bag for a phone which she drew out with a small flourish. If she had been in a more perceptive mood, Casey might have realised how odd it was for her to have it so close at hand, but she didn't.

"Let's start then. First, you need to get naked, right? And I need to record it. Every second of it."

Casey didn't like the sound of THAT at all. It made her knees shake. Her legs felt weak, and her skin had gone pale. She tried to imagine that she was anywhere but here, but the bitter edge of reality wouldn't leave her thoughts. She tried to distract herself by looking at the letter again, reading its contents in the vein hope that they had somehow changed.

Humilia watched, hiding her grin as she did. She was enjoying this. Casey hadn't even done anything yet and she was already brimming with helplessness and embarrassment! Mortification coloured her face, and she swallowed again and again as the thought of what was coming made her throat dry. What would she take off first? Her top or her shorts? Humilia was a bit of an expert at this. Most women went for the top first. The general thought was that exposing your tits was less shameful than exposing your pussy, but not everyone agreed with that. She always loved these moments, seeing her victims torn between two choices, neither of which were good.

The shoes went first. Of course they did. They were easy to take off, they bought time and they didn't really matter. They were running shoes so Casey was able to buy a few moments by fiddling with the laces as she undid them. But that quickly passed, and once she peeled away her socks as well, she had run out of conveniently casual things to take off. Humilia fought the urge to lean forward. She wanted to take control so much right now, but it would blow her cover. She just had to let things happen for now. She'd have a chance to become more dominant later.

Casey looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her up. Her chest was rising and falling quickly as she gasped for air. Anxiety must have twisted inside of her like a knife. She was struggling to put off the moment, but it had to come soon. What was it going to be? Top or shorts?

It was shorts. An interesting choice. Humilia had been sure that Casey would go for the top first. To preserve her modesty another few seconds. She always loved it when they did that, clinging desperately to any remaining strands of decency. Casey's hands moved to the waist of her running shorts. Her face flared bright red and she was trying to pretend that she was alone. Her legs shook a little, humiliation and embarrassment was plain in her body language. She started to roll down her shorts, revealing her lower body.

Humilia couldn't help but grin. Casey was fit. She had long, toned legs as would be expected of a runner. It was clear she was someone who took her fitness seriously. Her skin was pale, and Humilia was able to trace her thighs upwards towards her pussy. She was wearing dark panties. Silky ones, like you wore when you wanted to surprise someone. But she had no boyfriend right now, so Humilia was guessing that she had just wanted to feel sexy. The panties added an extra layer of humiliation. Casey screwed her eyes shut as she stepped out of the shorts. Her fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties next. Her copper hair caught the sun, framing her blushing face. Her fingers trembled, and then she pulled down her panties. Now slow, but quickly. As if she were trying to get it over with as swiftly as possible. In a single moment, she hooked them with her fingers and drew them down to the ground. Then she stood still as a statue, as if she could not believe what she had just done.

Humilia felt arousal rising up between her own legs. Her heart thundered in her chest, and she wanted to cheer it on. To push Casey further. She wanted more. She wanted to see the girl totally naked. She wanted to see her humiliated. Thinking on this, she took her camera, snapping a few photos of Casey's pussy. The red-haired girl flushed even more brightly and looked like she wanted to beg her to stop. But she didn't say a word and Humilia happily took her time, snapping shots of Casey's bare legs and shaved pussy. She did that last part with a certain amount of interest. Casey was obviously feeling some arousal in spite of her position. She was equally obviously hoping like hell Humilia hadn't spotted it.

After she decided - reluctantly - that she had enough photos, Humilia gestured for Casey to keep going. It was hard to keep a straight face and play the concerned stranger card but Humilia did.

Casey's hands rose to her top. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot. Anxious and ****. As she drew it up over her head, Humilia saw why. She'd thought that Casey's breasts would have been a bit on the small side, but under the sports bra she was wearing, they were actually bigger than that. Not the biggest that Humilia had ever seen, but she did feel a twinge of jealousy when she saw them. Casey clearly didn't like the size of her breasts. As her bra came away next, she shielded them with her arm, wrapping it around her chest.

"I'm sorry," Humilia lied. "But I think I need to get a shot of your chest too, right? That's one of the rules?"

Casey looked like she wanted to be literally anywhere else as she allowed her arms to fall to her sides. Humilia snapped another few photos, focusing on her breasts this time. Casey leaned away, as if trying to escape the camera. Then just to be sure, Humilia took some full body shots.

"What does the message say about the photos?" Humilia asked. "They're not going to go public, are they?"

"N-no..." Casey said, her voice was trembling. "They're not..."

Well, not exactly. Humilia knew what was written in the message because she'd written it herself. The photos were going to be posted online but Casey's face would be blurred so long as she cooperated. That was for the blog. Humilia could already tell her readers would love these when she posted them. But Humilia wasn't quite ready to move on to the next phase of the plan yet.

"Um," She said. "I'm sorry but I think I am supposed to get some more photos. Like, uh, close ups?"

"Close ups?" Casey said. "O-of my face?"

"Well, to put it bluntly no. Not exactly your face."

Humilia gestured and Casey's humiliation rose another notch as she realised what Humilia was getting at.

"You mean my pussy? You want to get close up shots of that?"

"I think I have to," Humilia said. "This is going to be really awkward but uh, could you hold yourself open for me?"

Casey shook her head, disbelieving. She swallowed again, and spread her legs in a wider stance. She obviously could not believe what she was doing, and she muttered to herself as such. But she was cornered. Pinned between the letter and her own secret desires. It felt good as she touched herself. The cold sea air prickled her naked skin. Her nipples were hard, and a surging desire washed through her body as her fingers moved towards her pussy. She bit her lower lip, hoping desperately that Humilia could not see how turned on she was right now.

Her fingers pressed down against her labia. The pressure felt good. It made her squirm. Her heart was beating fast, and this was a nightmare, but her pussy felt good! Casey's head was spinning and she felt like she didn't know who she was anymore. She gulped. Her throat was dry. Her fingers didn't seem to want to do what she told them. Humilia's presence burned in her mind and she could not fathom that this woman whom she had never met before today had now witnessed some of her most intimate places. The camera was like a burning whip against her soul. The knowledge that pictures of her would go up online filled her with a sense of helplessness and yet heady desire. Her legs were shaking and it wasn't all from fear or terror. A powerful want was moving through her body, filling her up. She shook her head and tried to clear it but it gathered like a mist which fogged her mind. Filled her brain with thoughts of want and subjugation.

Casey slowly peeled her lower lips apart. Exposing herself like this was torturous even though it made her clit buzz with feeling and brought a sense of tension to her lower body. Arousal swamped her. The camera clicked away, the phone made a distinctive sound as it captured the image of her spread pussy. It was like a dart to through the gut, the knowledge that it had been captured forever. That men and women she had never known and would never know would now see her naked. They would pleasure themselves to pictures of her, even imagining themselves having sex with her.

Casey's back arched, the feeling rushed through her body as she tried to block out the thoughts. But they didn't stop. Maybe someone who had seen those pictures would recognise her some day. Maybe they'd want to see them again but in the flesh. Would she be cornered in a dark alleyway? Or **** to bend the knee and obey them lest her secret get out? Maybe they'd get her a collar and make her crawl around naked on her hands and knees...

Fuck, that was a horrible thing to happen to anyone! Why did she want it so much to happen to her?

"Okay." Humilian said. "I think that's all I need."

Casey breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her lower lips.

"What do I need to do now?"

"Hmm, let me see..."

Humilia reached for the message. She read it and then read it again. Casey felt her heart plummet.

"It says here that you need to run home. Naked."

"Naked?" Casey squeaked. "Without like, anything?"

"Without anything," Humilia said. "No shirt, no shoes. No panties or bra or top. Nothing. Just like you are now."

"Oh my god. oh my god. I run here all the time! People will recognise me!"

"You don't have to do it," Humilia told her. "But if you don't. they're going to let your secret out."

Casey spun, pacing back and forth. It was a show. She already knew she was trapped. Humilia watched with evident enjoyment. Though Casey missed this factor, too wrapped up in her own thoughts. After a while, Casey turned. Her face was defeated. Shame and desire raged inside of her as she came to the conclusion that she always would.

"I have ****," She said. "I...I have to do it. Holy shit, I have to do it. I'm going to run home naked. People are going to see me. I'm...I'm going to be a streaker."

"Good luck," Humilia said. "I hope that no one catches you."

Casey squeaked at that thought, but she knew she had nothing else that she could do. She turned and started to walk away, slowly breaking into a run. The familiar gait felt totally different now. The sand poked her bare feet, and the motion of her body made her breasts sway and bounce without her sports bra. Her face grew hotter and hotter as she approached the more populated part of the beach again. She could duck between the dunes for a while but she would eventually have to expose herself. She put it off as much as she could but eventually her time ran out.

People started to turn as Casey powered past them. Her legs thundered, her copper hair flowed in the wind. Cold air brushed against her naked skin. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was throbbing. Every step made her more and more aware of how exposed she was. Why was she getting so wet from this? She didn't understand!

She also didn't have time to work it out. People were turning to watch. Her face burned as she heard catcalls and sexual innuendos. Her humiliation was absolute and she had never been this mortified in all of her life.