The Unraveling (New 11/17)

[Bucket]

This is one of my favourite stories on this site, I have to say.

I'm becoming a big fan of the whole forced lesbian thing, and this one does it so well! Riley is such a great and likable character, and I love the dynamic she has with Lily. The two of them are in the same perilous situation, and I'd actually love to see Riley start to develop a crush on Lily. Like she gets really shy around Lily because she's starting to develop feelings for her, or when she's being forced to masturbate, her mind starts to drift towards Lily. Riley already seems like she's in the begginings of developing a crush on Lily, so it'd feel natural.

Another thing I've mentioned in another story that I live is squirting orgasms. Why do you neversee them in any of these stories? Would be phenomenal to see Riley become a squirter. Perhaps due to the crush on Lily? Like Lily causes her to have her first squirting orgasm? I don't know. Just an idea.

Don't feel obligated to include any of this of course. Just felt like letting you know your story is brilliant, and leaving one or two suggestions.

Anyway, can't wait for the next chapter! (Hopefully chapters plural haha)

[Emily]

This is one of my favourite stories on this site, I have to say.

I'm becoming a big fan of the whole forced lesbian thing, and this one does it so well! Riley is such a great and likable character, and I love the dynamic she has with Lily. The two of them are in the same perilous situation, and I'd actually love to see Riley start to develop a crush on Lily. Like she gets really shy around Lily because she's starting to develop feelings for her, or when she's being forced to masturbate, her mind starts to drift towards Lily. Riley already seems like she's in the begginings of developing a crush on Lily, so it'd feel natural.

Another thing I've mentioned in another story that I live is squirting orgasms. Why do you neversee them in any of these stories? Would be phenomenal to see Riley become a squirter. Perhaps due to the crush on Lily? Like Lily causes her to have her first squirting orgasm? I don't know. Just an idea.

Don't feel obligated to include any of this of course. Just felt like letting you know your story is brilliant, and leaving one or two suggestions.

Anyway, can't wait for the next chapter! (Hopefully chapters plural haha)

Thanks for the kind words and the fun ideas! I really like those a lot.

I took a little break from writing for vacation and to clear my mind to make room for new ideas, but I should have a new part up and ready in the next couple of days.

[Bucket]

This is one of my favourite stories on this site, I have to say.

I'm becoming a big fan of the whole forced lesbian thing, and this one does it so well! Riley is such a great and likable character, and I love the dynamic she has with Lily. The two of them are in the same perilous situation, and I'd actually love to see Riley start to develop a crush on Lily. Like she gets really shy around Lily because she's starting to develop feelings for her, or when she's being forced to masturbate, her mind starts to drift towards Lily. Riley already seems like she's in the begginings of developing a crush on Lily, so it'd feel natural.

Another thing I've mentioned in another story that I live is squirting orgasms. Why do you neversee them in any of these stories? Would be phenomenal to see Riley become a squirter. Perhaps due to the crush on Lily? Like Lily causes her to have her first squirting orgasm? I don't know. Just an idea.

Don't feel obligated to include any of this of course. Just felt like letting you know your story is brilliant, and leaving one or two suggestions.

Anyway, can't wait for the next chapter! (Hopefully chapters plural haha)

Thanks for the kind words and the fun ideas! I really like those a lot.

I took a little break from writing for vacation and to clear my mind to make room for new ideas, but I should have a new part up and ready in the next couple of days.

No worries. Taking a break is always important. Just know that you've written a real gem here and I absolutely cannot wait for more! Hope there's another 30 chapters incoming.

[Emily]

Chapter 30

Aria, her breathing finally evening out, reached for her robe, sliding it back over her body with the ease of a second skin. Her movements were languid, almost lazy, a clear sign of the satisfaction that Riley had just given her. Riley watched, her own body still humming with the residual energy of the moment.

Riley set the vibrator on the bedside table, her hand shaking slightly from the intensity of the experience. It was a strange feeling—both the power of bringing someone to climax and the humiliation of doing so at their command. She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to the door, where she knew Claire was waiting.

The room felt like it had shrunk, the air thick with the scent of sex and candle wax. Claire's silhouette was framed by the flickering candlelight, dressed in a simple tank top and shorts that did nothing to hide the curve of her hips and the promise of what lay beneath. She watched Riley with a knowing smile, a silent challenge in her eyes.

"Crawl to me," she said, her voice a velvet command that Riley couldn't ignore. The words were like a jolt of electricity, sending a fresh wave of arousal through her body. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry, and slid off the bed.

Her knees hit the carpet with a soft thud, the fibers brushing against her skin like a gentle caress. The floor was cool beneath her, a stark contrast to the heat that had been building in the room. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart, and began to crawl towards Claire.

The act of moving on all fours was strange, almost animalistic. It was a position of submission, of vulnerability, and it sent a thrill through her body that she couldn't explain. She felt the eyes of the other girls on her, watching her every move with a mix of amusement and hunger. Each inch she moved closer to Claire felt like a mile, her body a live wire of nerves and anticipation.

When she finally reached her destination, she looked up to see Claire's expression—part smug satisfaction, part curiosity. "Good girl," Claire murmured, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Riley's spine. "Now, kneel."

Riley complied, her knees pressing into the plush carpet. She was eye level with Claire's shorts, the fabric hinting at the warm, inviting wetness she knew was hidden beneath. The air was thick with anticipation, the candle flames dancing shadows across the walls. The quiet buzz of the vibrator on the nightstand served as a reminder of the power she had just wielded.

“Lower my shorts," Claire ordered, her voice a silky whisper that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. Riley's hands, still sticky from Aria's orgasm, reached up to the hem of Claire's shorts. Her heart pounded as she felt the fabric give way, revealing the smooth skin of Claire's stomach, the elastic band of her panties digging into her flesh.

With trembling fingers, Riley hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began to pull the shorts down. Claire's thighs were toned and golden, the hair on her legs sparse and well-groomed. As the shorts passed her hips, Riley caught a glimpse of the damp fabric of her underwear, the scent of her arousal reaching her nose and making her mouth water.

The shorts pooled around Claire's ankles, leaving her in just the damp panties and tank top. She stepped out of them with the grace of a cat, leaving the garment behind as if it were a discarded toy. "Now, the panties," Claire said, her voice a soft command that Riley couldn't refuse.

Her heart racing, Riley reached for the waistband of Claire's panties. The fabric was soaked through, clinging to her skin as if it had been painted on. She felt a strange sense of power, knowing that she was the one responsible for this wetness. With trembling hands, she tugged the material down, revealing the soft mound of Claire's pussy.

In the candlelight, Claire's pussy looked like a perfect, untouched peach—innocent and cute. The skin was smooth and unblemished, a soft pink that begged to be kissed. Her labia were plump and full, the inner folds barely visible beneath the hood of her clit. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a sweet, musky aroma that made Riley's mouth water.

“Use your mouth now,” Claire said, her voice a mix of amusement and satisfaction. Riley looked up at her, the thrill of the moment warring with the fear of what was to come. But she knew she had no choice—this was her penance, her humiliation, and her thrill all rolled into one.

Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to Claire's pussy, the soft skin warm and welcoming against her mouth. She felt the shiver that ran through the other girl's body, a subtle hint of the power she now held. The taste was faintly sweet, the scent of arousal growing stronger with each passing second. Her tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her labia, feeling the soft give as she explored the uncharted territory.

Claire's thighs tensed, her hands finding Riley's hair, guiding her movements. It was a strange dance, one of dominance and submission, of pleasure and humiliation. Riley felt the tension in her own body building, her clit throbbing with each stroke of her tongue. She knew her own need was clear, her wetness spreading down her thighs, leaving a damp spot on the carpet beneath her.

Her mouth moved with a hunger she didn't know she had, her tongue sliding over Claire's clit in gentle circles. The older girl's moans grew louder, her hips rocking in time with Riley's movements. It was a symphony of passion, a silent conversation of pleasure and pain that Riley was all too eager to engage in.

Riley felt a strange sense of control as she brought Claire closer to the edge. Her own arousal was a constant throb, a reminder of her unfulfilled need. She had become the instrument of their pleasure, a vessel for their desires. Yet, she found a twisted thrill in it, a dark satisfaction that grew with each gasp and quiver.

As Claire's moans grew louder, Riley's tongue worked faster, swirling and flicking against the sensitive bud. Claire's hands tightened in her hair, her grip a silent plea for more. Riley's eyes watered with the effort, her jaw aching from the constant pressure, but she didn’t stop.

And then, with a cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, Claire came. Her body convulsed, her thighs clamping around Riley's head as if trying to keep her in place. Riley felt the pulse of her climax, the spasms of her pussy around her tongue. The taste of Claire's pleasure flooded her mouth, a heady mix of salt and sweetness that made her own body quiver with need.

It was an orgasm that seemed to go on forever, a crescendo of pleasure that Riley could feel in every fiber of her being. Claire's hips bucked, her fingers tightening in Riley's hair as she rode the wave. The room was a blur of candlelight and shadow, the only focus the woman in front of her, her body a canvas of ecstasy.

When the tremors finally ceased, Claire released Riley's head, her legs unlocking from around her neck. Riley sat back on her heels, her mouth slick with Claire's juices, her own pussy pulsing with a need that was now ravenous. Claire looked down at her with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with victory.

With a grace that seemed almost predatory, Claire reached down and began to pull her panties and shorts back up. The fabric was wet with her arousal, sticking to her skin as she smoothed it over her hips. Riley watched, transfixed, as the perfect peach was once again covered, hidden from view. It was a moment of anticlimax, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Ellie's voice cut through the silence, a low chuckle that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. "Looks like someone's really getting the hang of this," she said, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "I had no idea you were such a natural with your mouth, Riley." There was a hint of surprise in her tone, a twist of curiosity that Riley couldn't quite place.

Aria leaned back against the wall, her own expression one of smug satisfaction. "Impressive," she agreed, her eyes traveling over Riley's flushed face and the sticky mess her mouth had made. "I think we've found your... specialty." The word hung in the air, thick with innuendo and challenge.

Riley's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she swiped her tongue over her lips, tasting the remnants of Claire's orgasm. She couldn't believe what she had just done—what she had been made to do. Pleasuring two boys and three girls in a single day was a reality she never could have imagined, yet here she was, kneeling on the floor with her mouth still wet from Claire's release.

“I think it’s safe to say you’ve enjoyed being our little plaything, haven’t you, Riley?” Ellie’s voice was a smoky whisper that seemed to wrap around Riley’s body, tightening like a noose.

Riley’s cheeks burned even hotter as she looked up at the three of them, their expressions a mix of amusement and hunger. She couldn’t deny the truth in Ellie’s words. Despite the humiliation, the fear, and the pain, there was a thrill that ran through her veins, a thrill that she had never felt before. Her body was alive with it, her pussy still pulsing with the echoes of the pleasure she had given.

Ellie’s eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer, the candlelight casting a wicked glint across her face. "Lay back," she said, her voice a command that Riley found impossible to resist. "Spread your legs. Let us see just how much you enjoyed yourself."

Riley's heart pounded as she complied, her legs shaking as she laid back on the floor. She spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy to the three girls. The cool air brushed against her sensitive flesh, making her squirm. Ellie leaned down, her eyes glued to Riley's exposed center. "Look at that," she murmured, her voice a mix of surprise and approval. "You're positively dripping."

Ellie was right, Riley was indeed dripping. Her pussy, now swollen and sensitive from the evening's events, glistened with her arousal. Her labia were plump and shiny, the pink folds of her inner lips peeking out like the petals of a delicate flower begging to be touched. Her clit stood proud, a tiny pearl of desire that pulsed with every beat of her heart. The scent of her need filled the room, mingling with the lingering aroma of the candles and the faint musk of the previous climaxes she had elicited.

"You see this, girls?" Ellie said, her voice filled with a dark excitement. "This is how Riley really shines—when she's good and wet for us."

Aria and Claire nodded in agreement, their eyes greedily taking in the sight of Riley's exposed, aroused body. "It's like she's a different person," Aria mused, her hand idly playing with her own nipple. "So eager to please."

"Indeed," Ellie said, a smug smile playing on her lips. "And we need to ensure she stays this way."

The other two girls nodded in unison, their eyes glinting with excitement. "A new set of rules," Claire suggested, her voice a seductive purr. "Rules that will keep her... eager to serve."

Ellie nodded thoughtfully. "We'll have to be creative," she mused, her eyes still locked on Riley's exposed pussy. "But I'm sure we can come up with something suitable."

After a moment of contemplation, Aria spoke up, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I know what the first rule should be," she said, her voice dripping with excitement. "Riley has to masturbate three times a day—but she's still not allowed to come.”

Riley felt a jolt of panic at the thought, her pussy clenching around nothingness. The idea of being denied release was almost too much to bear, especially after the events of the night. She had never felt so alive, so in tune with her body and its desires.

Her eyes darted between the three girls, searching for a glimmer of mercy in their expressions. But all she found was excitement, a hunger for more control, more power. They had seen her at her most vulnerable, her most primal, and now they wanted to push her further.

"Every time you masturbate," Ellie continued, her voice a sweet caress that belied the wickedness of her words, "you must be completely naked. And only one of those times per day can be in the comfort of your dorm."

Riley felt a shiver run through her body. The thought of being forced to masturbate in public places, with the constant fear of being caught, was both terrifying and thrilling. But she knew she had no choice. She nodded her understanding, her breathing shallow and fast.

"And, Riley," Claire added, her voice a silky caress that made Riley's stomach flip, "each time you want to come, you must beg for it. You must show us just how much you need it, how much you crave it."

Riley's breath hitched at the words, her pussy clenching involuntarily. The idea of begging for her own pleasure was both humiliating and incredibly arousing. She could feel the power in their words, the control they had over her most basic of needs. "But," Claire continued, her eyes gleaming with a hint of malice, "each time you do come, there will be a price to pay."

“And just because you beg for it, Riley, doesn’t mean you’ll get to come,” Ellie added, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down Riley’s spine. The thought of begging for release, only to be denied, was a torment that made her stomach clench with both fear and excitement. It was a cruel twist, a reminder of their control over her body.

“But we’ll be fair,” Aria said, her voice a purr as she stepped closer, her hand trailing over Riley’s inner thigh. “If you really prove yourself, we might just let you come. But you’ll have to earn it. And the price will be steeper each time.”

“I’m sure we will think of many more rules to keep you on your toes, Riley,” Ellie said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “But for now, let’s start with these. We’ll introduce new ones as we go along, to keep things... interesting.” The anticipation in her voice was overwhelming, a promise of further humiliation and depravity that sent a thrill through Riley’s body.

“But before we let you go, we need to see how well you can follow our first instruction,” Claire said, her voice a seductive purr. “We want you to masturbate for us, right here, right now. But remember, you are not allowed to come. You must show us that you can control yourself, even when your body screams for it.”

Riley’s heart raced as she nodded, her body already responding to the challenge. She reached down and slid her fingers through her folds, feeling the slickness that had built up over the evening. Her clit was a tight bundle of nerves, begging for attention. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she began to rub in slow, deliberate circles.

The three girls watched her intently, their own arousal evident in their flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. They leaned in, their eyes glued to the movements of her hand. Each stroke was a silent declaration of her submission, a promise of pleasure that was not her own. The pressure grew, a coil tightening in her belly, her thighs trembling with the effort to hold back.

Riley felt her breath hitch as she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of her own touch. She was a maelstrom of need, her body a live wire of sensation. The sound of her own wetness filled the room, a symphony of slickness that seemed to crescendo with every pass of her fingers. Her mind was a haze of desire, her thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and arousal.

The coil in her belly grew tighter, her hips rising off the floor to meet her own hand. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she willed herself not to climax. She could feel the eyes of the other girls on her, their own arousal palpable in the air. The power they held over her was a strange intoxicant, a heady mix of humiliation and thrill that only served to drive her closer to the edge.

Her fingers danced over her clit, the sensation almost unbearable. She was so close, so painfully close. Yet she knew she had to stop. Her body begged for release, her muscles tightening, her pussy pulsing with the need to come. But she forced herself to pull back, her hand slowing to a torturous crawl.

The room was silent, the only sound the harsh rasp of her own breathing. She could feel the heat of the other girls’ gazes on her, their anticipation a tangible force that seemed to press down on her. The coil in her belly loosened, the urgency of her need retreating just enough to give her a moment of reprieve.

“Good girl,” Ellie murmured, the approval in her voice sending a shiver down Riley’s spine. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath and let it out in a rush. Her hand was still between her legs, her fingers coated in her own juices, her pussy still pulsing with need.

Aria stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement. With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the overhead light, the sudden brightness making Riley squint. The warm glow of the candles was replaced with the harsh glare of reality, and the intimate atmosphere of the room was shattered.

As Riley stumbled to her feet, the sticky residue of her own arousal was a stark reminder of what had just transpired. Aria moved gracefully around the room, extinguishing the candles one by one. The shadows danced on the walls, the room plunging into darkness as the last flame was snuffed out.

The sudden brightness of the overhead light was like a slap in the face, jolting her back to reality. The intimate warmth of the candlelit sanctuary was replaced by the cold, harsh glare that bathed the room in a sterile white light. She felt naked, not just physically but emotionally exposed. Her body was on display, her needs laid bare for all to see.

Aria and Claire exchanged a knowing smile, the air thick with the scent of sex and the lingering tension of unfulfilled desire. They stepped away, their movements fluid and graceful, leaving Riley to stand awkwardly in the center of the room. The stickiness between her legs was a constant reminder of her state, a silent testament to the power they held over her.

As they reached the door, Aria paused, her hand on the knob. "Remember, Riley," she said, her voice a sweet promise of future torment. "Three times a day. No coming without our permission." And with that, she slipped out of the room, Claire following close behind. The door clicked shut with a finality that echoed through the room, leaving Riley feeling both relieved and disappointed.

Ellie remained, her eyes on Riley's flushed face, her smile one of pure satisfaction. "You did well tonight," she said, her voice a gentle praise that seemed to stroke Riley's ego. "But don't think for a moment that this is the end of it."

Riley nodded, her legs still shaking from the effort of holding back her climax. She knew Ellie was right—this was only the beginning. With trembling hands, she climbed into bed, the softness of the sheets a stark contrast to the harshness of the floor. She pulled the covers up to her chin, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the cold embrace of the fabric.

"Good night, Riley," Ellie said, her voice almost tender. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.

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I see she lost more clothes and never got them back again, it seems she going to continue to lose clothes and never get them back - lol

[Darky]

Wow being absent for such long time, and return like this? Just WOW!
I’m very curious how the girls are going to check if she really plays with herself three times a day fully nude.

I see she lost more clothes and never got them back again, it seems she going to continue to lose clothes and never get them back - lol

It may also be your hope and Emily's author's freedom to omit these details.

[Emily]

I hope to have another part ready and posted in the next couple of days. I had a ton of fun writing that last part.

I’d love more feedback, comments, or suggestions for this story and the latest part.

[computerphoto]

Maybe Riley should have to strip and hand her clothes over to someone every time she has to masturbate and she has to wait to see if they return the clothes to her, also every one has to be recorded or it did not happen, and also every time she comes into her dorm room at the end of the day she should have to put the clothes she strips off away and then lock her closet and dresser so she has no access to clothes until someone unlocks it for her in the morning and maybe on weekends she has to wait to someone decides if she gets clothes to wear that day or not.

and also punishment if she does masturbate to climax maybe she should have to create an account online and post one of her videos each time as punishment, and if tougher punishment needs to happen maybe she should be required to get piercings or tattoos or both.

[Darky]

Tattoo and piercings are too much invading a body. You can’t force someone into that (my opinion)

But to check if she complied to the tasks, more humiliating videos or photos could me made by Riley. She must have acces to clothes in public places otherwise the blackmail element is gone and the girls don’t have anything on Riley anymore

[Emily]

Tattoo and piercings are too much invading a body. You can’t force someone into that (my opinion)

But to check if she complied to the tasks, more humiliating videos or photos could me made by Riley. She must have acces to clothes in public places otherwise the blackmail element is gone and the girls don’t have anything on Riley anymore

I agree with the tattoos and piercings.

I think some photos and videos to “prove” she is actually completing her tasks can be a lot of fun. I’ve challenged myself to do the same edging challenge to see what thing Riley may face, and I’ll definitely incorporate some of those things to the story as well.