The humiliation continues

Rosa fell still when she heard noises outside the door. She squeezed her thighs together and lowered her gaze as the door opened and the men returned. She didn't need to look to know that they were staring at her naked figure.

"Thought you chicks might want something to eat."

Amy clutched her stomach as it rumbled. In all the excitement, she hadn't realised how hungry she was.

"Yes, please," she cried, hurrying over on bare feet and gratefully accepting the sandwich he offered her. Amy took two huge bites, chewing frantically...before retching and spitting it all out.

"Oh God! What is that?!" she asked, coughing and eyes streaming.

"You idiot! You were supposed to give that one to the dogs," one of the men laughed, all three of them clearly in on the prank.

Amy wrinkled her nose at the bowl that was thrust into her hands. It looked bland, congealed and unappetising, but at least it was fit for human consumption. She therefore picked up the spoon and gingerly began eating. Her stomach was making all sorts of disagreeable noises, but at least she managed to keep it down this time.

"Thank you," Amy muttered, always remembering her manners.

"Now you're going to feed her," the man said, handing Amy a fresh bowl and pointing at Rosa.

"Umm...I'm sure she's not hungry," Amy argued. She'd rather not be that uncomfortably close to a naked female body.

Without warning, the man stamped his boot down, hard. If Amy hadn't jumped away, nearly losing the bowl in the process, her poor feet would have been crushed.

"OK, fine!" she squeaked, shuffling over to her nude friend.

Rosa glared up at Amy as her cautiously approached. Amy remembered that Rosa was bisexual...as if things couldn't get more awkward.

Filling the spoon, Amy shakily extended it to Rosa's mouth...but the lips remained firmly sealed.

"Please, Rosa," Amy muttered as she bumped the spoon against the nude girl's closed mouth. But Rosa refused to play their wicked game.

Balancing the bowl on Rosa's bare lap, Amy squeezed Rosa's nose. Her eyes immediately bulged as the oxygen was cut off, and when her lips inevitably parted, Amy thrust the spoon inside.

Amy continued to feed her nude friend, but was surprised to see that she wasn't angry. Quite the opposite. Were they...tears? Rosa was usually unemotional...this was a side of her none of them had ever seen!

With Amy's hand shaking, and being **** to feed Rosa mouthfuls faster than she could swallow, plenty of the meal ended up down Rosa's front. When the bowl was empty, one of the men handed Amy a cloth and a bucket.

"Clean her up."

"I'm sorry, Rosa," Amy repeated.

Rosa gasped as Amy began to wash her torso with warm, soapy water. Her nipples hardened as Amy's hand brushed them, soap suds squeezing between her cleavage. She tried to desperately fight back against her body as Amy scrubbed clean her stomach and thighs, but too late...her body was already aroused.

Amy glanced up at Rosa's dilated pupils, and turned red as she realised what was happening. The clothed detective tried to finish her work as quickly as possible, but could feel Rosa's body reacting to her touch.

A moan. Oh God, she had to end this. If Rosa climaxed, Amy didn't know which of them would be more humiliated!

"I-I'm done," Amy declared, stepping away to give their captors a view of Rosa's wet, slightly soapy and aroused body. Amy could see the humiliation and frustration etched on Rosa's face; denied so close to an orgasm.

"Well it doesn't look like she is. Why don't you finish her off?"

"No!" Amy protested, repulsed by the idea.

"Well it's either that, or I take your shir-"

He hadn't even finished the sentence before Amy was crouched next to Rosa, forcing apart her bare thighs and frantically rubbing her crotch.

"Please, please, please," Amy muttered, terrified to lose any more of her clothes.

But it wasn't working. She'd have to...oh God...she'd have to go in.

Turning away and closing her eyes, Amy eased a few fingers inside her friend. She'd done this plenty of times to herself, but never on another person! Amy dug deeper as Rosa let out an involuntary moan.

Suddenly, it happened. Amy felt Rosa clench up on her fingers, heard her gasp...and felt a hot, sticky liquid running over her hand. She quickly withdrew, wiping her hand clean on Rosa's stomach.

When the men had left, Amy untied her friend's wrists. The moment she was free, Rosa curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing, her body still coming down from her **** and unwanted climax.

"I...I'm sorry," Amy apologised. "I had to..."

Amy knew she should comfort her. But even in her current state; naked, cold, barefoot and covered in a sticky mix of soap and bodily fluids; Rosa scared Amy.

Amy backed into a corner, pulling her knees close, thankful to still be dressed.

She knew she was being selfish. But Amy didn't care. Keeping her clothes was all that mattered. Even if it meant humiliating and assaulting her friend, as long as she was clothed, she could live with the guilt.