Endurance Test

"Ah! K-Kyle!"

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Being led around by a rope tied to her clit was without doubt one of the most humiliating experiences of Lisa's life. Her arms were cuffed behind her back, and Kyle had to take to the led, making the rope go taut if he moved too quickly ahead. Lisa would stumble and try to keep up, the tugging between her legs making her tremble. Before long, she was gasping, feeling tears in the corner of her eyes. The intense heat between her legs grew and grew.

It wasn't that Kyle wasn't trying to think of her. It was that the string was so short. Anya had carefully measured it, giving him just enough to lead her if she was careful. But if either he or she got distracted, and he pulled ahead too far, Lisa would feel the rope yanking on her clitoris, making her yelp or groan, and try to catch up again. It was extremely humiliating, especially as the people in the corridor turned to look. Lisa had never felt like this before, not even during her first day as a **** when she was chosen in front of the whole college. Then, they had made a big performance out of it, but here she was in familiar corridors which she had walked a thousand times before or more. Yet nothing was familiar about them now. Kyle led her by her clitoris, forcing her to walk behind him like some sort of animal or ****, each time she diverted from his path, he would accidentally punish her for it, making her jump or squirm. People turned and watched, pointed at her and laughed or mocked her, their words making her blush even more brightly and keep her eyes on the floor so as not to see which of her old friends was watching her now.

The worst part was that she was so wet, it was obvious to anyone who saw her that she was aroused. No one could miss it, she couldn't shield herself with her hands. She was barred to the world, naked in fact and in mentality as well. People saw that she was aroused, and because they saw her, and judged her, Lisa felt herself getting yet more aroused. Her humiliation fetish compounded upon itself, making each step a further test of her endurance.

Even when Kyle was being careful, the motion of his walk was transmitted to her most sensitive place, teasing her and tormenting her. Fingers of heat seemed to run over her bud, the constant back and forth of the rope became like a lover's touch. Before long, Lisa started to feel a familiar tightness between her legs, her body started to grow hotter. She swallowed again and again as her mouth went dry. She tried to push it back, tried to fight against it, but there was no use and no point.

After almost ten minutes of fighting, and with tears of effort in her eyes, she was finally **** to speak up.

"K-Kyle..."

"Shit, am I still doing it?"

"N-no! It's not that. It's just...um..." She stuttered, trying to find the words. Somehow she was standing naked in front of a guy with a rope around her clit and her arms bound behind her back, and it was words that made her shiver! She swallowed again, and plunged forward before her courage could feel.

"I'mgoingtocumKyle."

Kyle took a moment to decipher what she had said, and then his eyes widened.

"Here? Now?"

"I don't exactly have much choice you know! This thing between my legs is driving me crazy! I've been trying to fight it but...I don't think that I can anymore. C-can you find somewhere there's not a lot of people?"

"Not a lot of people? There's a bathroom in the next corridor over that isn't usually used!"

"Let's go there, but quickly! I don't know how much longer I can last!"

They moved as fast as they could, which caused its own problems as this meant the rope tugged at her more and more, pushing her closer to the edge. Lisa clenched her muscles, trying to fight off the feeling, but every minute she was coming closer and closer to a release whether she wanted one or not. The heat between her legs had grown more intended and focused, like a tiny sun between her thighs. Her clit was practically buzzing with pleasure, she'd never felt more humiliated or more aroused. Was she going to cum right in the corridor? in front of all the people? The idea was horrifying and mortifying. It made her gasp, and made her breathing quicken as she pictured it.

They did make it to the bathroom, but only barely. It was a small bathroom, intended for only a few people. It was male use, but Lisa didn't much give a damn about that at this point in time. As a pair, the two rushed through the doors, Kyle looking around quickly.

"No one's here! Go ahead, Lisa."

"I can't..." Lisa said, her voice small. "I need you to watch me, Kyle."

"Lisa?"

"T-that's the rules, remember? I don't like it anymore than you do, but if you don't watch me, it doesn't count. Please look at me quickly, I...I can't hold on!"

Lisa felt Kyle turn to her just in time, the last of her defences crumbled, and the orgasm swept through her body. She moaned, long and sensually, throwing her head back as she did. The heat expanded through her body, waves of it flowing from her womanhood to the rest of her. Her nerves screamed, the pleasure tore through her mind, Lisa felt her legs give way, collapsing to the ground with her legs spread, her pussy flooded the rest of her with pleasure, made her head swim. She came, orgasming with more strength than she had felt for years.

Then, it was over, and she was kneeling on the floor of a bathroom, the tiles below her were slick with her juices, and her legs were spread. Kyle had watched her the whole time. She felt her cheeks burning red as she looked up at him, the string still held in his hand.

"D-did you enjoy the show?"

She managed to ask it with a weak smile.