The Next Day Brings More Humiliation

Lisa gasped, her body throbbed and her nerves were aflame, waves of heat raced from her head to toes. She bit her lower lips, holding out as long as she could, though she knew she’d moan in the end. Her skin was tingling, her hair was on end. Beads of sweat stood out against her naked form.

Her legs were spread, each ankle tied to the leg of a different table in the classroom. The tables were heavy and wooden, and try as she might she wasn’t able to pull them back together. A moan bubbled up her throat and escaped her lips before she could stop it. Little jolts of sensation twisted through her senses, and she desperately tried to pretend that none of this was happening.

But it was. She could feel the touch of the vibrating wand between her legs, the tip pressed right into her pussy. It was throbbing, pulsing, the buzzing filled her ears and the feeling stabbed through her nerves. Her pussy was soaking, a small puddle of arousal was beading the ground below her, and her clit was a nexus of want.

She wriggled, the pleasure crested again, rising above its previous levels and forcing a squeaking cry from her lips.

She was surrounded. She could feel eyes on her naked body. Her splayed legs and her soaking pussy. Her own eyes were pressed tightly closed, but that didn’t help. It only amplified everything else. She felt so good; the pleasure rushed through her like a great river but even stronger than that there was the feeling of complete and total humiliation.

She moaned again, her body starting to rock. She was so close this time! So close!

But a hand darted in, stealing the wand away and Lisa let out a gasp of denial, her body shuddered, cold talons rippled through her and her eyes snapped open. Lisa was if she’d run a marathon. Her pussy ached, and a mad need to cum filled the back of her mind.

“Ready to apologise yet?” Lillian asked. “That’s the third time you’ve nearly cum, isn’t it? Don’t tell me you still want to resist.”

She reached down, tracing one of her fingers along Lisa’s slit. Lisa squealed, even this lightest of touches felt so good! She tried hard not to grind against it, but inside of her, something was screaming for more and more.

“You feel pretty ****,” Lillian chuckled. “So wet. Like you’re getting off on being watched by the whole class. How many old friends do you have here, huh? And now all of them get to see you squirm.”

Lisa’s head fell. Lillian was right. She knew most of the class. She’d been one of them for years. She had friends here. People she had been close to. But none of them came to her rescue now. None of them seemed to see this as anything unusual at all. Part of it was the rulebook, its power over the world made all of this seem normal. Lisa was the college sex **** now, and a ****’s place was naked and moaning.

But there was more than that. How many of them had wanted to see her like this all along? How many of them had dreamed of it, fantasised about it? Lisa had always been confident in her looks. She’d been outwards and cheerful and it wasn’t like she had worn the most conservative clothes either. She’d always felt a secret little buzz, a private thrill when she thought about how many of the people she knew would want to see her naked.

Now they were.

Now they were gathered around her as she rocked, her legs tied to the desks, splayed so that her pussy was visible. Her hands were tied behind her back, and worse, a vibrating wand was pushing her to the limit again and again and again.

“Beg me for it,” Lillian grinned. “If you beg me for it in front of the class, I’ll let you cum like the whore you are.”

“F-fuck you…” Lisa managed. Her throat was hoarse. Her limbs were like jelly. Heat pulsed between her legs, **** and burning. There were tears in her eyes, and she was blinking furiously.

God, she wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so much! How could her own body betray her like this? She hoped none of it showed on her face. Could Lillian read her? Did she know how much this turned her on and yet filled her with shame?

She was better than this! She was! She swore she wouldn’t give up!

She clung to hope. Clung to her strength, summoned her defiance and glared at Lillian.

“I won’t ever beg you for anything.”

“You already have,” Lillian said. “You begged to be my ****.”

Lisa’s face burned. The crowd murmured. She felt their attention, their questioning gazes pinning her in place.

“That was for Stacy!”

“Ah yes. Such a brave move. So bold. What good did it do you? How much good did it do her?”

Lillian’s foot moved forward, the tip of her shoe rubbing against Lisa’s pussy. The short-haired girl jumped, her face flushed red. It felt good. Her pussy was so sensitive, the contact sent rippling waves cascading through her throbbing womanhood.

“What’s the matter?” Lillian’s voice was soft but edged like a blade. “Are you going to cum, Lisa? Are you going to cum in front of the class because I’m poking your slutty pussy with my foot?”

“N-never!”

“And if I do this?”

Lillian pressed harder. Lisa gave a short moan, she wanted to scream to the class to look away. She raged at her body, her clit felt so hot. Was she really going to climax to this? It was degrading and humiliating and she hated it!

Fight! She screamed to herself, you can do it, Lisa! Don’t give her the satisfaction!

“I can make you cum,” Lillian spoke softly, as if dipping into Lisa’s thoughts “You think I can’t? You’re my **** and I can do whatever I want. It’s not even like you could stop me. I could make you cum in front of all of these guys and girls, Lisa. Or…”

And here, Lillian trailed off, a devilish look on her face. She raised one hand, tracing the fingers through her long, black hair.

“Or I could get them to help. What do you think of that? I don’t think you’re a virgin. You’re way too slutty for that, but still. We could have our own little gangbang here. What do you think?”

Lisa shook her head, the air catching in her throat. Her heart hammered, and she met Lillian’s eye. For an instant, she knew fear. She imagined what it would be like to be swarmed by everyone. How it would feel to be so totally overwhelmed.

“You wouldn’t,” she gasped. “That’s not your style. You wouldn’t leave something like that to anyone else…”

“You think you know me?” Lillian asked. “You have no idea what I could do to you, Lisa. None at all. Maybe I’d let it happen. Maybe I’d even record it, did you think of that? The idea is actually pretty tempting. Can you imagine the fun we would have…”

Lisa could. The idea that she could be recorded, that thousands of people could see her like that filled her mind with terror. It made her want to curl up, to deny that this was happening.

But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. That would mean that Lillian had won and if there was one thing and only one thing that Lisa cared about at the moment other than escape, it was making damn sure that Lillian would never win.

“Oh, almost forgot.” Lillian reached for the magic wand, deliberately waving it in front of Lisa’s face before flipping it back on and placing it between her legs. Lisa started to writhe again, gasping faster and faster as pulses of heat and tightness strobed through her pussy.

“Can’t let you cool down for too long, Lisa.”

Lisa tried to respond, but her plaintive moans filled the classroom and blocked out any words she could have said. The wand felt so good, it filled her whole world and before she knew it, she was bucking, her body twisting in a picture of ecstasy and humiliation. Her moans became faster, her voice became frantic, and her squeals became high-pitched and needy.

“Listen to her go!” Lillian chortled to the rest of the class. “Is this what you always imagined she’d sound like when she came? What a little slut!”

I hate you! Lisa thought, the pleasure rising, twisting, driving into her like needles into clay. I hate you so much, Lillian! More than I’ve ever hated anyone else!

And though she had not said it, and Lillian had no way of knowing her thoughts, the dark-haired woman shot her a look which could only have had one possible meaning:

I know.