Amazing story Emily you are an excellent writer. I really appreciate that you are taking suggestions for the direction and events of the story. I have one suggestion myself.
I would like to see more rules for Riley and Lily to follow on their own, such as having them compete similar to tasks in previous chapters where the loser will go to classes in revealing outfits, etc. One more subtle example would be having them go places barefoot. I feel that the vulnerability and contrast with being barefoot but otherwise clothed in places they should not be would add to the story.
Thanks for the great read and hope to see many more chapters to come.
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Chapter 42
The room grew eerily quiet, the only sounds being Rachel’s slow, deliberate breaths and the occasional snicker from the other girls. Riley felt like a trapped animal, her body tense and ready to flee at the slightest opportunity. Rachel's eyes narrowed, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against Riley's ear. "You're going to keep that label on your body," Rachel murmured, her voice a dark promise, "until you learn your place."
With a cruel smile, Rachel straightened up and took a step back, her gaze lingering on the stark black letters against Riley's pale skin. "Now," she said, her voice taking on a business-like tone, "how many people have seen you naked before?"
Riley's mind raced as she tried to come up with a number that wouldn't fuel Rachel's sadistic amusement. She could feel the other girls' eyes on her, the weight of their expectations and excitement heavy in the room. "I-I'm not sure," she stammered, her voice shaking. "Maybe around ten?"
Ellie couldn't help but laugh, her voice echoing through the room, a cruel sound that grated on Riley's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, honey," she said, her eyes gleaming, "I'd say it's been a hell of a lot more than ten."
Aria stepped forward, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Not to mention all the oral sex you've had," she said, her voice dripping with a malicious sweetness that made Riley's stomach churn. Rachel's eyes lit up with interest, and Riley felt a fresh wave of horror wash over her.
"Tell us," Rachel purred, her hand tracing a line down Riley's trembling body until it rested just above the label she had drawn. "Is it just with boys, or do you like girls too?"
Riley's throat felt tight, her voice barely a whisper as she admitted, "I-I've been with both." Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, the tip of her marker hovering above the sensitive skin. The admission hung in the air, a confession that seemed to electrify the room. The tension grew as Rachel absorbed the information, her expression unreadable.
Ellie's eyes glinted with excitement, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she stepped closer to the bed. "Well, Rachel," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness that belied the malice behind her words, "why don't you let Riley prove it?"
But Rachel’s expression remained unchanged, her eyes still fixated on Riley’s exposed body. “I’m not a lesbian, girls,” she said, her voice flat. The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Rachel’s words hung in the air, a clear rejection of Ellie’s suggestion, yet the anticipation didn’t dissipate.
Ellie stepped closer, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, come on, Rachel,” she cooed, her voice a silky caress. “You don’t have to be a lesbian to appreciate a good mouth. And from what I’ve heard, Riley’s is pretty good at...accommodating others, if you know what I mean,” she added with a wink.
Rachel’s gaze flicked over to Ellie, then back to Riley, who was now lying there with a look of despair etched into her features. Rachel’s expression grew contemplative, and she tapped the marker against her chin. Riley’s heart sank. It was clear that Rachel was considering Ellie’s suggestion, weighing the potential humiliation against the thrill of power.
After what felt like an eternity, Rachel spoke. "Alright," she said, her voice a cold whisper that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. "But I want some privacy." She looked around at the other three, her eyes narrowed. "You all need to leave."
Ellie and Aria's smiles faltered for a brief second before they nodded and began to gather their things, tossing Riley's clothes at her as they left. As Claire walked by the bed, she leaned down and whispered, "Keep playing along. We're recording this." She gave Riley's arm a gentle squeeze before exiting the room, closing the door softly behind her. Rachel's gaze remained fixed on Riley, her expression unreadable. Riley's eyes widened as she finally understood that there was a hidden camera somewhere in the room.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Rachel unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, sliding them down her legs with a sinister grace that made Riley's stomach twist. Rachel's thighs were muscular and tanned, a stark contrast to Riley's pale, trembling limbs. Rachel stepped out of her pants and kicked them aside, revealing a simple black thong that barely contained her own arousal. "Now, don't get any ideas," Rachel warned, her voice a low growl. "If you try anything, I'll make sure everyone sees just what a little slut you really are."
Her words were like a knife to Riley's heart, but she nodded, too scared to speak. Rachel's eyes never left hers as she reached behind her back and slid the thong down her legs, stepping out of it with a sense of finality that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. Rachel climbed onto the bed, one leg on each side of Riley's hips, her bare sex mere inches away from Riley's face. Rachel's confidence was palpable, her body language speaking volumes about the power dynamics in the room. Riley felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as Rachel's scent filled her nostrils, a heady aroma that seemed to demand her submission.
Rachel's pussy was a stark contrast to Riley's own. It was meaty, with thick, dark labia that framed a glistening opening. Her mound was trimmed with a small patch of hair, neat and orderly, a stark contrast to the wildness of the scene unfolding before Riley. Rachel's clit was large and prominent, already swollen with desire, and her inner lips looked like they could swallow Riley whole. Her thighs were muscular, a testament to her athleticism, and her skin was a smooth, tanned canvas that Riley hadn't noticed earlier.
As Rachel lowered herself onto Riley's face, the weight of her body was surprising. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, a feeling of power and dominance that Rachel clearly reveled in. Riley felt Rachel's wetness against her nose and the heat of her sex as Rachel's labia parted slightly, allowing her to feel the softness of Rachel's inner thighs. Rachel's scent was overpowering, a mix of arousal and the faint hint of sweat that made Riley's mouth water despite her fear.
Her mind racing, Riley knew she had to play along. She had to survive this night. Rachel's clit was large and pulsing with need, and she knew that was where she had to start. She flicked her tongue out tentatively, the taste of Rachel's arousal coating her taste buds. Rachel's body tensed above her, a gasp escaping her lips. It was a strange feeling, having this much power over someone so cruel, so powerful. Riley took a deep breath and pushed aside her fear, focusing solely on Rachel's response.
Her tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles around Rachel's clit, feeling it swell and throb beneath her. Rachel's hips began to rock slightly, a silent demand for more. Riley's cheeks hollowed as she took Rachel's clit into her mouth, sucking gently. Rachel's thighs tightened around her face, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was filled with the sound of Rachel's moans and the wet suckling noises of Riley's mouth. The fear and humiliation of the moment were lost in the haze of Rachel's arousal.
Rachel's hands found their way into Riley's hair, gripping tightly as she began to grind against her face. Riley's eyes watered and she gagged slightly, but Rachel didn't relent. Rachel's moans grew louder, more urgent, as Riley's tongue danced inside her, tasting her most intimate parts. Riley could feel Rachel's thighs quivering and knew she was close to climax. Despite the situation, a twisted sense of pride filled her. She was making Rachel feel something, even if it was only pleasure.
The taste of Rachel was a mix of salt and sweetness, with a musk that was uniquely her own. It was a heady combination that made Riley's own body respond despite the fear and revulsion she felt. Rachel's juices coated her tongue, making it easy to slide in and out, to explore and tease Rachel's inner folds. It was a dance of power and submission, each movement of Riley's mouth a silent protest against Rachel's dominance.
"Keep going," Rachel growled, her nails digging into Riley's scalp. The pain was a stark contrast to the pleasure Rachel was receiving, a reminder that this was not a consensual act of passion but one of control. Riley's eyes watered as Rachel's hips began to move faster, grinding her sex into Riley's face. Rachel's voice was a symphony of obscenities, calling her every name in the book, reducing her to nothing more than a vessel for her own satisfaction.
The room grew hotter with Rachel's increasing moans, the scent of her arousal becoming stronger with every passing second. Riley's jaw was sore, her tongue feeling numb from the relentless attention it was giving Rachel's swollen clit. Rachel's body was a blur above her, the only thing she could focus on was the wetness, the heat, and the overwhelming need to make Rachel come. It was a strange dance, one of pain and pleasure, of humiliation and power, but Riley was determined to get through it.
Suddenly, Rachel's body stiffened, her thighs clamping down hard on Riley's head. A gush of wetness flooded Riley's mouth and face, and she choked, trying to pull away. Rachel's hands held her in place, her body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. The fluid was warm and slightly bitter, and Riley's mind raced. Was this pee? Had Rachel actually peed on her? Panic filled her, the reality of the situation crashing down on her like a wave. But Rachel's grip didn't loosen, and the sounds coming from her were unmistakable: Rachel was having an intense squirting orgasm.
The fluid continued to spurt from Rachel's pussy, soaking Riley's face and hair, running down her neck and pooling on the pillow beneath her. Rachel's cries grew louder, and her hips bucked wildly as she rode out the climax. Riley's eyes watered, not just from the pain of Rachel's nails digging into her scalp, but from the sheer shock of what was happening. Rachel's orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body convulsing and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
When Rachel finally released Riley's head, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. Riley lay there, gasping for air, her mouth and nose full of Rachel's juices. She could feel them running down her cheeks, and the metallic taste of it made her want to retch. But she didn't dare move, not with Rachel's eyes still boring into her, not with the weight of Rachel's legs still pinning her down. Rachel's chest heaved as she caught her breath, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction.
With a flick of her wrist, Rachel grabbed a towel that had been placed within reach and began to clean herself up, the fabric rubbing roughly against her skin. Each wipe was deliberate and methodical, a stark contrast to the frenzied way Riley had been used. Rachel took her time, savoring the feel of the soft towel against her sensitive skin, her eyes never leaving Riley's face.
Finally, Rachel stood, her body still flushed from her recent climax. She tossed the towel aside, not bothering to cover herself as she stepped out of the puddle of fluids she had left on the bed. Riley remained still, her face and hair sticky with Rachel's essence. Rachel's gaze was cold and unyielding as she reached for her discarded clothes. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" Rachel's voice was a low, dangerous whisper.
Riley nodded frantically, her eyes never leaving Rachel's. "I-I won't," she managed to croak out, her throat raw from Rachel's abuse. Rachel's smile was smug, as if she had known Riley would never dare to speak of it. She slipped her clothes back on, the fabric sticking to her damp skin as she dressed. Her movements were efficient and precise, as if she had done this a hundred times before.
When Rachel was fully dressed, she leaned down and whispered in Riley's ear, "If you do, I'll make sure everyone knows what a dirty little slut you are. Understood?" Riley nodded again, feeling a chill run down her spine. Rachel's words were a stark reminder of the power she held over her. With a final squeeze of her thigh, Rachel stood and called out, "You can come back in now, girls."
The door swung open, and Ellie, Aria, and Claire filed back into the room, their eyes immediately drawn to Rachel's smug smile and Riley's disheveled state. Riley's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she lay there, her body still trembling from the recent ordeal. She could feel the stickiness of Rachel's orgasm on her face and hair, a constant reminder of her degradation.
"Looks like Riley's been busy," Ellie quipped, her voice laden with innuendo. Rachel nodded, her expression unreadable as she zipped up her pants. Aria sauntered over to the bed, her eyes raking over Riley's body with a predatory gleam.
But it was Claire who caught Riley's attention. With a swift, almost imperceptible motion, she grabbed her phone from Rachel's dresser, which had been cleverly hidden in plain sight. Rachel, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, didn't seem to notice. Claire's eyes met Riley's for a brief moment, and in that look, she conveyed a silent message of solidarity. Riley felt a flicker of hope, clinging to the idea that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't entirely alone in this nightmare.
"Alright, Riley," Rachel said, her voice a mix of amusement and authority. "Now, tell us, what else are you good for?"
Before Riley could even attempt a response, Claire stepped forward, a fiery determination in her eyes. Rachel's smug expression faltered slightly, sensing the shift in the room's energy.
"You know what, Rachel?" Claire spoke up, her voice firm and unwavering. "I think you've had enough fun with Riley for one night. She's done her part. It's time to leave her alone." Rachel raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Oh really?" Rachel said, her voice dripping with mock surprise. "And what makes you think you get a say in this?"
Without missing a beat, Claire held up her phone, the screen showing a clear recording of Rachel's climax. Rachel's eyes narrowed, her smug smile fading into a snarl. "You little bitch," she hissed, lunging for the device.
But Claire was quicker. She darted back, holding the phone out of Rachel's reach. "Back off," she warned, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "If you want this to stay between us, you'll leave Riley alone." Rachel froze, her fists clenched at her sides.
The room was a tense battleground, the air thick with unspoken threats and the echoes of Rachel's earlier cries of pleasure. Ellie and Aria exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do. Rachel's eyes narrowed to slits, and for a moment, Riley thought she would attack Claire. But then she took a step back, her shoulders dropping slightly.
"You think you can blackmail me?" Rachel spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "You're the one who's going to regret this." She leaned over the bed, her voice a harsh whisper in Riley's ear. "You're going to wish you never crossed me," she hissed, her breath hot and bitter on Riley's cheek.
“Riley, why don’t you go wait in the hall for a bit?” Ellie’s voice was gentle, a stark contrast to Rachel’s venom. “We’ll handle Rachel and make sure she doesn’t bother you again.”
Riley’s heart pounded in her chest. Go out into the hall? Naked? The thought was mortifying, but Rachel’s looming presence was a more immediate threat. With a shaky nod, she slid off the bed, her body sticky with Rachel’s release. The floor was cold against her bare feet, sending a shiver up her spine. Her eyes remained on Rachel, watching for any signs of aggression as she backed away. Rachel’s gaze never left hers, a silent promise of retribution that sent a chill down her spine.
Finally, with the door between them, Riley felt a small measure of relief. She leaned against it, listening to the escalating argument on the other side. Rachel’s voice grew louder, angrier, while Claire’s remained surprisingly calm, a steady counterpoint to Rachel’s rage. The yelling grew more heated, the words indistinct, but the tone was clear: Claire was standing up for her, and Rachel was not taking it well.
But Riley’s relief was short-lived. Suddenly, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps, growing louder and more urgent as they came up the stairs. Panic flooded her, her heart racing as the reality of her situation crashed down on her once more. She was naked, in the hallway of a mere stranger’s house, with no way to escape the humiliation that awaited her if she were caught.
The room grew eerily quiet, the only sounds being Rachel’s slow, deliberate breaths and the occasional snicker from the other girls. Riley felt like a trapped animal, her body tense and ready to flee at the slightest opportunity. Rachel's eyes narrowed, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against Riley's ear. "You're going to keep that label on your body," Rachel murmured, her voice a dark promise, "until you learn your place."
With a cruel smile, Rachel straightened up and took a step back, her gaze lingering on the stark black letters against Riley's pale skin. "Now," she said, her voice taking on a business-like tone, "how many people have seen you naked before?"
Riley's mind raced as she tried to come up with a number that wouldn't fuel Rachel's sadistic amusement. She could feel the other girls' eyes on her, the weight of their expectations and excitement heavy in the room. "I-I'm not sure," she stammered, her voice shaking. "Maybe around ten?"
Ellie couldn't help but laugh, her voice echoing through the room, a cruel sound that grated on Riley's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, honey," she said, her eyes gleaming, "I'd say it's been a hell of a lot more than ten."
Aria stepped forward, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Not to mention all the oral sex you've had," she said, her voice dripping with a malicious sweetness that made Riley's stomach churn. Rachel's eyes lit up with interest, and Riley felt a fresh wave of horror wash over her.
"Tell us," Rachel purred, her hand tracing a line down Riley's trembling body until it rested just above the label she had drawn. "Is it just with boys, or do you like girls too?"
Riley's throat felt tight, her voice barely a whisper as she admitted, "I-I've been with both." Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, the tip of her marker hovering above the sensitive skin. The admission hung in the air, a confession that seemed to electrify the room. The tension grew as Rachel absorbed the information, her expression unreadable.
Ellie's eyes glinted with excitement, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she stepped closer to the bed. "Well, Rachel," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness that belied the malice behind her words, "why don't you let Riley prove it?"
But Rachel’s expression remained unchanged, her eyes still fixated on Riley’s exposed body. “I’m not a lesbian, girls,” she said, her voice flat. The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Rachel’s words hung in the air, a clear rejection of Ellie’s suggestion, yet the anticipation didn’t dissipate.
Ellie stepped closer, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, come on, Rachel,” she cooed, her voice a silky caress. “You don’t have to be a lesbian to appreciate a good mouth. And from what I’ve heard, Riley’s is pretty good at...accommodating others, if you know what I mean,” she added with a wink.
Rachel’s gaze flicked over to Ellie, then back to Riley, who was now lying there with a look of despair etched into her features. Rachel’s expression grew contemplative, and she tapped the marker against her chin. Riley’s heart sank. It was clear that Rachel was considering Ellie’s suggestion, weighing the potential humiliation against the thrill of power.
After what felt like an eternity, Rachel spoke. "Alright," she said, her voice a cold whisper that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. "But I want some privacy." She looked around at the other three, her eyes narrowed. "You all need to leave."
Ellie and Aria's smiles faltered for a brief second before they nodded and began to gather their things, tossing Riley's clothes at her as they left. As Claire walked by the bed, she leaned down and whispered, "Keep playing along. We're recording this." She gave Riley's arm a gentle squeeze before exiting the room, closing the door softly behind her. Rachel's gaze remained fixed on Riley, her expression unreadable. Riley's eyes widened as she finally understood that there was a hidden camera somewhere in the room.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Rachel unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, sliding them down her legs with a sinister grace that made Riley's stomach twist. Rachel's thighs were muscular and tanned, a stark contrast to Riley's pale, trembling limbs. Rachel stepped out of her pants and kicked them aside, revealing a simple black thong that barely contained her own arousal. "Now, don't get any ideas," Rachel warned, her voice a low growl. "If you try anything, I'll make sure everyone sees just what a little slut you really are."
Her words were like a knife to Riley's heart, but she nodded, too scared to speak. Rachel's eyes never left hers as she reached behind her back and slid the thong down her legs, stepping out of it with a sense of finality that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. Rachel climbed onto the bed, one leg on each side of Riley's hips, her bare sex mere inches away from Riley's face. Rachel's confidence was palpable, her body language speaking volumes about the power dynamics in the room. Riley felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as Rachel's scent filled her nostrils, a heady aroma that seemed to demand her submission.
Rachel's pussy was a stark contrast to Riley's own. It was meaty, with thick, dark labia that framed a glistening opening. Her mound was trimmed with a small patch of hair, neat and orderly, a stark contrast to the wildness of the scene unfolding before Riley. Rachel's clit was large and prominent, already swollen with desire, and her inner lips looked like they could swallow Riley whole. Her thighs were muscular, a testament to her athleticism, and her skin was a smooth, tanned canvas that Riley hadn't noticed earlier.
As Rachel lowered herself onto Riley's face, the weight of her body was surprising. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, a feeling of power and dominance that Rachel clearly reveled in. Riley felt Rachel's wetness against her nose and the heat of her sex as Rachel's labia parted slightly, allowing her to feel the softness of Rachel's inner thighs. Rachel's scent was overpowering, a mix of arousal and the faint hint of sweat that made Riley's mouth water despite her fear.
Her mind racing, Riley knew she had to play along. She had to survive this night. Rachel's clit was large and pulsing with need, and she knew that was where she had to start. She flicked her tongue out tentatively, the taste of Rachel's arousal coating her taste buds. Rachel's body tensed above her, a gasp escaping her lips. It was a strange feeling, having this much power over someone so cruel, so powerful. Riley took a deep breath and pushed aside her fear, focusing solely on Rachel's response.
Her tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles around Rachel's clit, feeling it swell and throb beneath her. Rachel's hips began to rock slightly, a silent demand for more. Riley's cheeks hollowed as she took Rachel's clit into her mouth, sucking gently. Rachel's thighs tightened around her face, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was filled with the sound of Rachel's moans and the wet suckling noises of Riley's mouth. The fear and humiliation of the moment were lost in the haze of Rachel's arousal.
Rachel's hands found their way into Riley's hair, gripping tightly as she began to grind against her face. Riley's eyes watered and she gagged slightly, but Rachel didn't relent. Rachel's moans grew louder, more urgent, as Riley's tongue danced inside her, tasting her most intimate parts. Riley could feel Rachel's thighs quivering and knew she was close to climax. Despite the situation, a twisted sense of pride filled her. She was making Rachel feel something, even if it was only pleasure.
The taste of Rachel was a mix of salt and sweetness, with a musk that was uniquely her own. It was a heady combination that made Riley's own body respond despite the fear and revulsion she felt. Rachel's juices coated her tongue, making it easy to slide in and out, to explore and tease Rachel's inner folds. It was a dance of power and submission, each movement of Riley's mouth a silent protest against Rachel's dominance.
"Keep going," Rachel growled, her nails digging into Riley's scalp. The pain was a stark contrast to the pleasure Rachel was receiving, a reminder that this was not a consensual act of passion but one of control. Riley's eyes watered as Rachel's hips began to move faster, grinding her sex into Riley's face. Rachel's voice was a symphony of obscenities, calling her every name in the book, reducing her to nothing more than a vessel for her own satisfaction.
The room grew hotter with Rachel's increasing moans, the scent of her arousal becoming stronger with every passing second. Riley's jaw was sore, her tongue feeling numb from the relentless attention it was giving Rachel's swollen clit. Rachel's body was a blur above her, the only thing she could focus on was the wetness, the heat, and the overwhelming need to make Rachel come. It was a strange dance, one of pain and pleasure, of humiliation and power, but Riley was determined to get through it.
Suddenly, Rachel's body stiffened, her thighs clamping down hard on Riley's head. A gush of wetness flooded Riley's mouth and face, and she choked, trying to pull away. Rachel's hands held her in place, her body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. The fluid was warm and slightly bitter, and Riley's mind raced. Was this pee? Had Rachel actually peed on her? Panic filled her, the reality of the situation crashing down on her like a wave. But Rachel's grip didn't loosen, and the sounds coming from her were unmistakable: Rachel was having an intense squirting orgasm.
The fluid continued to spurt from Rachel's pussy, soaking Riley's face and hair, running down her neck and pooling on the pillow beneath her. Rachel's cries grew louder, and her hips bucked wildly as she rode out the climax. Riley's eyes watered, not just from the pain of Rachel's nails digging into her scalp, but from the sheer shock of what was happening. Rachel's orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body convulsing and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
When Rachel finally released Riley's head, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. Riley lay there, gasping for air, her mouth and nose full of Rachel's juices. She could feel them running down her cheeks, and the metallic taste of it made her want to retch. But she didn't dare move, not with Rachel's eyes still boring into her, not with the weight of Rachel's legs still pinning her down. Rachel's chest heaved as she caught her breath, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction.
With a flick of her wrist, Rachel grabbed a towel that had been placed within reach and began to clean herself up, the fabric rubbing roughly against her skin. Each wipe was deliberate and methodical, a stark contrast to the frenzied way Riley had been used. Rachel took her time, savoring the feel of the soft towel against her sensitive skin, her eyes never leaving Riley's face.
Finally, Rachel stood, her body still flushed from her recent climax. She tossed the towel aside, not bothering to cover herself as she stepped out of the puddle of fluids she had left on the bed. Riley remained still, her face and hair sticky with Rachel's essence. Rachel's gaze was cold and unyielding as she reached for her discarded clothes. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" Rachel's voice was a low, dangerous whisper.
Riley nodded frantically, her eyes never leaving Rachel's. "I-I won't," she managed to croak out, her throat raw from Rachel's abuse. Rachel's smile was smug, as if she had known Riley would never dare to speak of it. She slipped her clothes back on, the fabric sticking to her damp skin as she dressed. Her movements were efficient and precise, as if she had done this a hundred times before.
When Rachel was fully dressed, she leaned down and whispered in Riley's ear, "If you do, I'll make sure everyone knows what a dirty little slut you are. Understood?" Riley nodded again, feeling a chill run down her spine. Rachel's words were a stark reminder of the power she held over her. With a final squeeze of her thigh, Rachel stood and called out, "You can come back in now, girls."
The door swung open, and Ellie, Aria, and Claire filed back into the room, their eyes immediately drawn to Rachel's smug smile and Riley's disheveled state. Riley's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she lay there, her body still trembling from the recent ordeal. She could feel the stickiness of Rachel's orgasm on her face and hair, a constant reminder of her degradation.
"Looks like Riley's been busy," Ellie quipped, her voice laden with innuendo. Rachel nodded, her expression unreadable as she zipped up her pants. Aria sauntered over to the bed, her eyes raking over Riley's body with a predatory gleam.
But it was Claire who caught Riley's attention. With a swift, almost imperceptible motion, she grabbed her phone from Rachel's dresser, which had been cleverly hidden in plain sight. Rachel, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, didn't seem to notice. Claire's eyes met Riley's for a brief moment, and in that look, she conveyed a silent message of solidarity. Riley felt a flicker of hope, clinging to the idea that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't entirely alone in this nightmare.
"Alright, Riley," Rachel said, her voice a mix of amusement and authority. "Now, tell us, what else are you good for?"
Before Riley could even attempt a response, Claire stepped forward, a fiery determination in her eyes. Rachel's smug expression faltered slightly, sensing the shift in the room's energy.
"You know what, Rachel?" Claire spoke up, her voice firm and unwavering. "I think you've had enough fun with Riley for one night. She's done her part. It's time to leave her alone." Rachel raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Oh really?" Rachel said, her voice dripping with mock surprise. "And what makes you think you get a say in this?"
Without missing a beat, Claire held up her phone, the screen showing a clear recording of Rachel's climax. Rachel's eyes narrowed, her smug smile fading into a snarl. "You little bitch," she hissed, lunging for the device.
But Claire was quicker. She darted back, holding the phone out of Rachel's reach. "Back off," she warned, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "If you want this to stay between us, you'll leave Riley alone." Rachel froze, her fists clenched at her sides.
The room was a tense battleground, the air thick with unspoken threats and the echoes of Rachel's earlier cries of pleasure. Ellie and Aria exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do. Rachel's eyes narrowed to slits, and for a moment, Riley thought she would attack Claire. But then she took a step back, her shoulders dropping slightly.
"You think you can blackmail me?" Rachel spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "You're the one who's going to regret this." She leaned over the bed, her voice a harsh whisper in Riley's ear. "You're going to wish you never crossed me," she hissed, her breath hot and bitter on Riley's cheek.
“Riley, why don’t you go wait in the hall for a bit?” Ellie’s voice was gentle, a stark contrast to Rachel’s venom. “We’ll handle Rachel and make sure she doesn’t bother you again.”
Riley’s heart pounded in her chest. Go out into the hall? Naked? The thought was mortifying, but Rachel’s looming presence was a more immediate threat. With a shaky nod, she slid off the bed, her body sticky with Rachel’s release. The floor was cold against her bare feet, sending a shiver up her spine. Her eyes remained on Rachel, watching for any signs of aggression as she backed away. Rachel’s gaze never left hers, a silent promise of retribution that sent a chill down her spine.
Finally, with the door between them, Riley felt a small measure of relief. She leaned against it, listening to the escalating argument on the other side. Rachel’s voice grew louder, angrier, while Claire’s remained surprisingly calm, a steady counterpoint to Rachel’s rage. The yelling grew more heated, the words indistinct, but the tone was clear: Claire was standing up for her, and Rachel was not taking it well.
But Riley’s relief was short-lived. Suddenly, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps, growing louder and more urgent as they came up the stairs. Panic flooded her, her heart racing as the reality of her situation crashed down on her once more. She was naked, in the hallway of a mere stranger’s house, with no way to escape the humiliation that awaited her if she were caught.
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Thanks for the new chapter, Emily! Will read and review upon the arrival of chapter 43.
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Chapter 43
Riley’s eyes darted around, searching for any place to hide. In a split second, she saw it: the bathroom. It was a small, cramped space, but it was her only option. She pushed the door open and slipped inside, her bare skin brushing against the cool porcelain of the sink. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the crack under the door, casting eerie shadows across the tiles.
Riley didn't dare close the door completely. Instead, she left it a sliver ajar, hoping against hope that whoever was approaching would simply think it was unoccupied and continue on their way. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird desperate to escape. She could feel the stickiness of Rachel’s release drying on her face and neck, a stark reminder of her degradation.
But fate was not on her side tonight. The footsteps grew louder, and she watched in horror as the door began to inch open. Her mind raced, searching for an escape or an excuse, anything that would prevent her from being caught in this vulnerable state. The light from the hallway spilled into the tiny bathroom, casting a rectangle on the floor that grew wider with each passing second.
Why hadn’t she just closed the door? It was a simple action that could have saved her from this new wave of mortification. But she had been too caught up in her own fear, too consumed by Rachel’s threats to think clearly. And now, as the door creaked open, her heart pounded a frantic rhythm in her chest, echoing in her ears like a drum.
Her eyes darted around the tiny bathroom, searching for a hiding spot, any place to conceal herself from the intruder. And there it was: the bathtub, a porcelain bastion of potential refuge. The curtain was pulled almost shut, but not quite. She could slip behind it, shrink into the shadows, and maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t see her.
With the door creaking open, Riley scurried like a hunted animal, her bare feet skimming the cold floor. She slid behind the curtain just as the door swung wide, the light from the hallway flooding the room and revealing her in her nakedness. But she was hidden, a silent specter in the shadows of the tub.
Her breath held in her chest, she watched through the gap in the curtain as a boy about her age stepped inside. His features were vaguely familiar, the same sharp cheekbones and piercing gaze that Rachel had. This had to be Rachel's brother. He was tall, with a lean build, and his dark hair was a mess of unruly curls that framed his face. His eyes swept the room, curiosity piqued at the sight of the open door.
He took a step forward, and Riley felt the curtain shiver against her skin as she pressed herself closer to the wall of the tub. He was so close she could almost feel his body heat. He approached the toilet, unbuckling his belt with a casual ease that suggested he had no idea she was there. The sound of his zipper was like nails on a chalkboard to Riley's overstimulated senses.
Her eyes remained glued to the gap in the curtain as he pulled out his penis. It was small, a fact that seemed to stand out in the starkness of the room like a neon sign. For a moment, she felt a pang of pity, but it was quickly swamped by fear. He began to urinate, the sound of it filling the small space and making Riley's heart race even faster. The stream was a golden arc, cutting through the air and splashing into the toilet with a rhythmic sound that seemed to echo her own pulse.
And then, with the suddenness of a slap, he paused. His eyes narrowed, and Riley could feel him sniffing the air. Her heart stopped. The scent of Rachel's climax on her was potent, a sticky, sweet smell that clung to her like a second skin. She'd hoped the clean scent of the bathroom would hide her presence, but she had underestimated his nose.
For a moment, Riley's heart stopped as the boy paused midstream. His eyes scanned the bathroom, and she held her breath, willing herself to be invisible. But to her surprise, he simply shrugged and turned back to the toilet, continuing to urinate as if he had decided that the disturbance was nothing more than his imagination playing tricks on him.
Riley let out a silent sigh of relief, her chest rising and falling with the effort of maintaining her shallow breaths. But her respite was short-lived. As she took an involuntary deep breath, the curtain billowed outwards, and the fabric brushed against the boy's hand. He jolted, his eyes widening in shock as he yanked the curtain open.
For a frozen moment, their eyes met, and she saw the horror and disbelief reflected in his gaze. Then, the dam broke. He jumped back, his body spasming, and the stream of urine shot in every direction, painting the bathroom in a chaotic dance of yellow. Riley squealed, her eyes squeezed shut, as the warm spray coated her already sticky body, the scent of Rachel's arousal now mixed with the pungent odor of male urine.
"What the fuck!" Rachel's brother shouted, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth. Riley's mind raced, searching for any explanation that wouldn't expose the whole sordid truth.
"I-I'm sorry!" she stammered, trying to shield herself with her hands. "I-I just needed to... to use the bathroom and I didn't have any clothes and..."
Her voice trailed off as Rachel's brother took in her nakedness, the words on her skin, and the chaos of the room. The writing "virgin slut" stared back at him, stark against her pale skin. His hand hovered over his still-exposed penis for a moment longer before he abruptly tucked it away, his cheeks burning red with a mix of embarrassment and anger.
"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his voice a mix of confusion and outrage. "What's with the writing? Why are you naked in my house?"
Riley's mind raced for a plausible lie, but she knew she couldn't outsmart Rachel's brother, not in her current state. "It's a long story," she managed to murmur, her voice trembling with humiliation.
"Well, I'd like to hear it," he said, his eyes still wide with shock. "Did Rachel do this to you?"
Riley nodded, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's complicated."
"Complicated?" Rachel's brother's eyes searched her face, the anger in his voice growing more intense. "It looks pretty simple to me. Rachel's up to her old tricks again."
Riley's eyes widened, the mention of Rachel's past making her heart race even faster. "What do you mean?"
Rachel's brother took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. "Look, Rachel has... she's got a history with this. She's always had a thing for playing games, pushing boundaries. When we were in high school, she had a knack for finding the shy, innocent girls and... convincing them to do things they weren't comfortable with." His voice grew softer, a hint of regret seeping through the anger. "Then she'd use it against them."
Riley felt a cold dread creeping up her spine as the realization sank in. Rachel had done this before. She wasn't the first, and she likely wouldn't be the last. Rachel had honed her craft over the years, perfecting the art of degradation and blackmail. It was a twisted game that Rachel played, and she had just become the latest pawn.
"Years ago," Rachel's brother began, his voice tight with anger, "she had this girl, Jenny. Sweet, shy thing. Rachel got her naked, somehow convinced her to... well, masturbate, and she recorded it." Riley's stomach twisted into a knot as the similarities to her own situation became all too clear. Rachel had a pattern, a disturbing MO that had gone unchecked for years. "It went too far, though. Jenny's parents found out, and there was hell to pay. Rachel was shipped off to boarding school. I thought she'd learned her lesson."
He took a step closer to Riley, his eyes searching hers for some hint of understanding or compassion. "But she's back, and it seems she hasn't changed a bit." He paused, his gaze lingering on Riley's exposed body, the words scribbled in red across her skin. "I need to tell Mom and Dad right now."
Riley's heart plummeted to her stomach. "No," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't. It'll just make everything worse."
Rachel's brother took another step closer, his eyes darkening as he leaned in. "How about this?" he suggested, his voice low and dangerous. "How about I don't tell anyone, and you... make it worth my while?" He reached out, his hand grazing the side of her breast, and Riley flinched.
The implication was clear, and Riley felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. She had hoped for a savior, someone who would understand her plight and help her. But instead, she found yet another predator willing to exploit her vulnerability for personal gain. "Please," she begged, her voice shaking. "Don't be like her."
But Rachel's brother wasn't listening. His eyes had darkened, his expression hungry as he stared at her exposed body. "It's simple," he said, his hand now cupping her breast fully, his thumb stroking the erect nipple. "You suck me off, and I keep your little secret." His voice was a gruff whisper, his breath hot on her neck.
Riley's stomach churned at his touch, her mind racing. How had she ended up here again? It was a question that haunted her, a refrain that played on an endless loop in the back of her mind. Every time she thought she had reached the lowest point, the ground gave way beneath her, plunging her deeper into a world of humiliation and degradation.
And yet, amidst the revulsion, there was a spark of something else. It was a feeling she didn’t dare acknowledge, a treacherous warmth that bloomed between her legs. Her pussy was wet, her clit pulsing with a need she didn’t understand. It was as if her body had betrayed her, responding to the very thing that repulsed her mind. Rachel’s brother’s touch sent a shiver down her spine, but not entirely from fear.
“Fine.” She whispered, the word barely escaping her trembling lips. Rachel’s brother’s hand retreated from her breast, and she stepped out of the bathtub, her legs wobbly from the cold and fear. She felt his eyes rake over her, taking in every inch of her bare flesh as she moved awkwardly to stand before him.
Her eyes fell to the floor, unable to meet his gaze as she felt the cold air kiss her skin. She was painfully aware of her vulnerability, her nakedness laid bare before a near-stranger. His eyes lingered on her pussy, the writing stark against her skin. The word "slut" seemed to pulse with each beat of her heart, a silent reminder of Rachel's cruelty.
With trembling hands, Riley dropped to her knees before Rachel's brother. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor sent a shiver through her body, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand. His eyes never left hers as she reached up to unbutton his pants, her fumbling fingers slipping through the fabric to reveal the outline of his cock. It grew before her eyes, swelling with anticipation.
When she finally pulled it out, it was fully erect. It wasn't large, but it was bigger than it had been moments before. The tip was a rosy pink, standing tall and proud, pointing straight at her face. She could see the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart, and she knew that she was responsible for that reaction. The tip of his penis glistened slightly with precum, and she felt a strange mix of disgust and fascination.
He cleared his throat, bringing her out of her trance. "So, what's your name?" he asked, his voice gruff with lust. “And what year are you?”
Riley's hand hovered just above his erection, the warmth of his arousal beckoning her. She took a deep breath and touched it tentatively, her fingertips brushing against the velvety skin. "I'm Riley," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I'm a freshman."
The boy's expression softened slightly, and he nodded. "I'm Alex," he said, his voice gentler than she had expected. "I'm a freshman too. Maybe we could... go on a date sometime?"
But Riley couldn't focus on his words. All she could think about was the cold, hard tile beneath her knees and the warm, pulsing flesh in her hand. She didn't know why she was doing this, why she had agreed to suck off Rachel's brother in exchange for his silence. Perhaps it was fear, or maybe it was the strange thrill of the power play that Rachel had drawn her into.
With a trembling hand, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and brought the tip to her lips. She took a deep breath, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nose, and then, without looking up, she opened her mouth and took him in.
Alex's eyes rolled back in his head with a moan as Riley's mouth engulfed him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. He watched her for a moment, his own hand gently guiding her movements, before he stopped her with a firm grip on her chin. "Wait," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want you to do something else first."
Riley looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning. "What?" she asked, her voice muffled by his hand.
Alex's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I want you to suck on my balls," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "It's something I've always wanted to try."
Riley's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she didn't argue. Instead, she leaned in closer, her eyes still locked on his. With trembling hands, she gently cupped his testicles, feeling the weight of them in her palm. They were warm and soft, and she couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. But she had made a deal, and she knew there was no going back now.
Tentatively, she took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. Alex let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. She could feel the tension in his body, his muscles tightening as she explored his most sensitive spot. It was strange, this intimacy with a boy she had only just met, and yet it was also oddly thrilling.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice tight with desire. "Suck them, baby."
Riley's cheeks were on fire, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took his other testicle into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue as well. Alex's grip on her chin tightened, and she could feel his legs shaking slightly as she worked on his most sensitive area. It was a strange, intimate moment, one that she never would have imagined herself in, but here she was, on her knees in a bathroom, sucking on Rachel's brother's balls like it was the most natural thing in the world.
After what felt like an eternity, Alex's hand lifted from her chin. "Alright," he murmured, his voice tight with restrained passion. "You can go back to my cock now."
Riley took a deep breath and leaned in, her eyes never leaving his. She paused for a moment, her tongue hovering just above the shaft, before she did a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top. The sensation was new to her, the feel of him against her tongue foreign and exhilarating. Alex's eyes grew hooded with lust, and she felt a strange sense of power knowing she could make him feel this way.
Opening her mouth, she took the head of his cock between her lips and began to suck gently. Alex's moans grew louder, his grip on her hair tightening as she found a rhythm that seemed to drive him wild. Despite the circumstances, Riley felt a thrill of arousal, the act of giving him pleasure sending waves of heat through her body.
Her hand moved down between her legs, her fingers seeking out the slick folds of her pussy. She was surprised to find how wet she was, her arousal betraying her fear and humiliation. She began to rub herself in time with her movements on his cock, her fingertips finding her clit and teasing it mercilessly. The sensation was overwhelming, and she had to fight the urge to moan around his shaft.
Alex's hips began to move in response, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth in a rhythm that matched her own masturbation. Riley felt like she was in a trance, the pleasure of her own touch mixing with the salty taste of his pre-cum and the feel of his hardness in her mouth. Her eyes watered, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her, but she didn't dare let it take over.
With a herculean effort, she pulled her hand away from her pussy, focusing solely on Alex's cock. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt her own climax receding. She couldn't risk it. Not here, not now.
Alex's hips began to buck, his breathing growing ragged as he approached the edge. Riley's eyes widened as she felt the first pulse of his climax. Without warning, he was coming in her mouth, thick ropes of hot cum filling her with every twitch of his cock. She had to fight the urge to pull away, to gag on the sudden onslaught, but she kept her mouth firmly around him, swallowing each spurt as it came.
The thought of what she was doing, of what he was filling her with, only served to heighten her arousal. She couldn't believe that the very substance that could create life was now inside her, a part of her in this twisted, degrading way. It was a strange, intoxicating power that she never knew she would find erotic. Her own pussy clenched with need, her fingers itching to return to her clit.
But as the last pulse of his cum hit the back of her throat, something shifted. Alex's expression softened, the lust in his eyes replaced by a look of... regret? Concern? Riley didn't know what it was, but it sent a shiver down her spine. He gently removed her hand from his softening cock, and she sat back on her heels, her eyes downcast.
"Look at me," he said, his voice gentle. When she did, she saw genuine regret in his eyes. "I shouldn't have made you do that." He took a step back, his face a mask of self-loathing. "I'm no better than Rachel."
Riley felt a lump form in her throat. "It's okay," she managed to whisper. "Just... please don't tell anyone."
Before Alex could respond, the door to the bathroom swung open, and Ellie's head popped in. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. Rachel's brother, half-dressed and visibly aroused, standing over Riley, who was still on her knees before him. The shock on Ellie's face was palpable, and for a moment, nobody said a word.
"Riley, what the fuck are you doing?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. Rachel's brother, caught off-guard, hastily tucked himself back into his pants, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
Riley didn't know what to say. She couldn't explain the maelstrom of emotions that had led her to this moment. All she could do was stand, trembling and naked, her knees scraped from the cold floor. "We... we were just..." she trailed off, her eyes darting to the floor.
Ellie's gaze was sharp as she took in the scene. She didn't miss the way Riley's hand hovered over her crotch, or the way Alex's pants were hastily buttoned. She knew exactly what had happened. "Grab your clothes," she hissed, her voice a harsh whisper. "We need to go. Now."
Riley nodded, her eyes downcast as she rose unsteadily to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly, her knees wobbly from the cold floor and the intensity of the situation. She didn't dare look at Alex, afraid of what she would see in his eyes. Instead, she turned and walked out of the bathroom, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she made her way back to Rachel's room.
Alex followed closely behind, his eyes glued to her naked form. She could feel his gaze on her, tracing the curve of her hips and the sway of her small, bare butt. Each step she took felt like a mile, her body still humming with unspent arousal and the weight of his stare. She knew he was watching her, memorizing every detail of her nakedness, and it only added to the heady mix of emotions swirling within her.
Finally, they reached Rachel's room, and she stepped inside with trepidation. Rachel lay on her bed, bound and naked, her legs spread wide and tied to the bedposts in an obscene display of vulnerability. Her wrists were lashed to the headboard, and a gag was stuffed in her mouth. Her eyes were wide with fear and anger, glaring at Riley accusingly as if she was the one responsible for this.
Alex's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Rachel. His hand went to his mouth, and he stifled a gasp. Nothing was left to the imagination as Rachel's pussy was on full display, her labia protruding in an unmistakable outie that made Riley's stomach clench with a mix of pity and horror. It was a stark contrast to the cruel, confident Rachel that Riley had come to know, and it was clear that Alex was equally unprepared for this. He had never seen his sister in such a vulnerable state, her most intimate parts laid bare before them.
Rachel's eyes darted between them, her cheeks flaming with humiliation and anger. She attempted to speak, her jaw moving against the fabric of her own panties that had been stuffed into her mouth. The gag muffled her words, but the rage was clear. She thrashed against her restraints, trying to free herself, but it was futile. The knots that bound her were too tight, the ropes biting into her skin.
Aria stepped forward, her voice a cold whisper that sent a shiver down Rachel's spine. "You're going to keep those panties right where they are, Rachel," she said, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "You're going to learn to keep your mouth shut unless it's to apologize or take cock." Rachel's eyes widened in horror as Aria leaned in, her breath hot against Rachel's ear. "And you'll never mess with Riley again. Do you understand?"
Rachel nodded frantically, the fabric of her own underwear cutting off her ability to protest. The panic in her eyes was genuine, the reality of her situation setting in as she realized she was truly at their mercy. Riley watched the scene unfold, her heart racing with a mix of fear and exhilaration. This was the girl who had tormented her for so long, now reduced to a quivering mess on her own bed.
Aria stepped back, allowing Riley to move closer to Rachel. "Get dressed," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Rachel's face. Riley nodded, grabbing her clothes from the floor where they had been discarded.
Her trembling hands struggled with the fabric, the soft material brushing against her over-sensitized skin like a caress. She slipped on her bra and panties, the familiarity of the garments providing a semblance of comfort in the sea of confusion and arousal. The rest of her clothes followed, each item a barrier between her and the others.
As she dressed, Aria's eyes never left Alex. "You heard me," she said firmly. "Riley's off-limits to you too, got it?"
Alex nodded, still in shock at the sight of Rachel bound and exposed. "I... I didn't mean to..."
Ellie's eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to him. "You'll keep your mouth shut about this," she warned. "Or you'll find yourself in a similar position."
Alex swallowed hard, nodding his understanding. "I won't say anything," he assured her, his voice still shaky from his recent orgasm.
Riley felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment as she pulled her shoes on. The warmth of the material against her cold feet was a comforting sensation, but it did nothing to ease the throb between her legs. Dressed once again, she felt a semblance of control returning to her, but the memory of Alex's cock in her mouth and the feel of his balls in her hand lingered, sending shivers of arousal through her body.
As they made their exit, she couldn't help but cast one final glance back at Rachel. The blonde was a picture of fury and embarrassment, her eyes blazing with a hatred that Riley had never seen directed at her before. Rachel's pussy was still on display, her labia swollen and red from the rough treatment. It was a stark contrast to the perfectly groomed, neat appearance Rachel always presented to the world, and Riley felt a strange thrill knowing she had played a part in reducing her tormentor to this state.
The sound of Rachel's muffled protests grew faint as they descended the stairs. Rachel's dad looked up from his newspaper as they entered the living room. "Ah, girls, are you done with your studies?" he asked, his voice gruff but concerned.
Ellie took the lead, her tone bright and cheerful. "Yes, sir," she chirped. "We're just about to head back to our dorm. It was a super productive session."
Rachel's dad nodded, his eyes flicking over the three of them before returning to his paper. "Good, good," he mumbled, clearly not paying much attention.
Once outside, Ellie took Riley's hand and led her away from the house. Aria followed closely behind, her eyes darting around as if expecting Rachel to come chasing after them. "You have no idea how bad that could have been," Ellie whispered urgently as they hurried back to the dorm. "Rachel's got connections everywhere, and that video..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "It would have been all over campus by morning."
Riley nodded, her mind still reeling from the events of the night. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "For... for helping me."
Ellie's expression grew cold, and she tightened her grip on Riley's hand. "Don't thank us yet," she said, her tone clipped. "There's a price to pay for our little intervention."
They piled into the car, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The engine roared to life, and they pulled away from the curb, leaving Rachel's house and the chaos behind them. Riley's heart hammered in her chest, a strange cocktail of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.
Riley’s eyes darted around, searching for any place to hide. In a split second, she saw it: the bathroom. It was a small, cramped space, but it was her only option. She pushed the door open and slipped inside, her bare skin brushing against the cool porcelain of the sink. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the crack under the door, casting eerie shadows across the tiles.
Riley didn't dare close the door completely. Instead, she left it a sliver ajar, hoping against hope that whoever was approaching would simply think it was unoccupied and continue on their way. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird desperate to escape. She could feel the stickiness of Rachel’s release drying on her face and neck, a stark reminder of her degradation.
But fate was not on her side tonight. The footsteps grew louder, and she watched in horror as the door began to inch open. Her mind raced, searching for an escape or an excuse, anything that would prevent her from being caught in this vulnerable state. The light from the hallway spilled into the tiny bathroom, casting a rectangle on the floor that grew wider with each passing second.
Why hadn’t she just closed the door? It was a simple action that could have saved her from this new wave of mortification. But she had been too caught up in her own fear, too consumed by Rachel’s threats to think clearly. And now, as the door creaked open, her heart pounded a frantic rhythm in her chest, echoing in her ears like a drum.
Her eyes darted around the tiny bathroom, searching for a hiding spot, any place to conceal herself from the intruder. And there it was: the bathtub, a porcelain bastion of potential refuge. The curtain was pulled almost shut, but not quite. She could slip behind it, shrink into the shadows, and maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t see her.
With the door creaking open, Riley scurried like a hunted animal, her bare feet skimming the cold floor. She slid behind the curtain just as the door swung wide, the light from the hallway flooding the room and revealing her in her nakedness. But she was hidden, a silent specter in the shadows of the tub.
Her breath held in her chest, she watched through the gap in the curtain as a boy about her age stepped inside. His features were vaguely familiar, the same sharp cheekbones and piercing gaze that Rachel had. This had to be Rachel's brother. He was tall, with a lean build, and his dark hair was a mess of unruly curls that framed his face. His eyes swept the room, curiosity piqued at the sight of the open door.
He took a step forward, and Riley felt the curtain shiver against her skin as she pressed herself closer to the wall of the tub. He was so close she could almost feel his body heat. He approached the toilet, unbuckling his belt with a casual ease that suggested he had no idea she was there. The sound of his zipper was like nails on a chalkboard to Riley's overstimulated senses.
Her eyes remained glued to the gap in the curtain as he pulled out his penis. It was small, a fact that seemed to stand out in the starkness of the room like a neon sign. For a moment, she felt a pang of pity, but it was quickly swamped by fear. He began to urinate, the sound of it filling the small space and making Riley's heart race even faster. The stream was a golden arc, cutting through the air and splashing into the toilet with a rhythmic sound that seemed to echo her own pulse.
And then, with the suddenness of a slap, he paused. His eyes narrowed, and Riley could feel him sniffing the air. Her heart stopped. The scent of Rachel's climax on her was potent, a sticky, sweet smell that clung to her like a second skin. She'd hoped the clean scent of the bathroom would hide her presence, but she had underestimated his nose.
For a moment, Riley's heart stopped as the boy paused midstream. His eyes scanned the bathroom, and she held her breath, willing herself to be invisible. But to her surprise, he simply shrugged and turned back to the toilet, continuing to urinate as if he had decided that the disturbance was nothing more than his imagination playing tricks on him.
Riley let out a silent sigh of relief, her chest rising and falling with the effort of maintaining her shallow breaths. But her respite was short-lived. As she took an involuntary deep breath, the curtain billowed outwards, and the fabric brushed against the boy's hand. He jolted, his eyes widening in shock as he yanked the curtain open.
For a frozen moment, their eyes met, and she saw the horror and disbelief reflected in his gaze. Then, the dam broke. He jumped back, his body spasming, and the stream of urine shot in every direction, painting the bathroom in a chaotic dance of yellow. Riley squealed, her eyes squeezed shut, as the warm spray coated her already sticky body, the scent of Rachel's arousal now mixed with the pungent odor of male urine.
"What the fuck!" Rachel's brother shouted, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth. Riley's mind raced, searching for any explanation that wouldn't expose the whole sordid truth.
"I-I'm sorry!" she stammered, trying to shield herself with her hands. "I-I just needed to... to use the bathroom and I didn't have any clothes and..."
Her voice trailed off as Rachel's brother took in her nakedness, the words on her skin, and the chaos of the room. The writing "virgin slut" stared back at him, stark against her pale skin. His hand hovered over his still-exposed penis for a moment longer before he abruptly tucked it away, his cheeks burning red with a mix of embarrassment and anger.
"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his voice a mix of confusion and outrage. "What's with the writing? Why are you naked in my house?"
Riley's mind raced for a plausible lie, but she knew she couldn't outsmart Rachel's brother, not in her current state. "It's a long story," she managed to murmur, her voice trembling with humiliation.
"Well, I'd like to hear it," he said, his eyes still wide with shock. "Did Rachel do this to you?"
Riley nodded, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's complicated."
"Complicated?" Rachel's brother's eyes searched her face, the anger in his voice growing more intense. "It looks pretty simple to me. Rachel's up to her old tricks again."
Riley's eyes widened, the mention of Rachel's past making her heart race even faster. "What do you mean?"
Rachel's brother took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. "Look, Rachel has... she's got a history with this. She's always had a thing for playing games, pushing boundaries. When we were in high school, she had a knack for finding the shy, innocent girls and... convincing them to do things they weren't comfortable with." His voice grew softer, a hint of regret seeping through the anger. "Then she'd use it against them."
Riley felt a cold dread creeping up her spine as the realization sank in. Rachel had done this before. She wasn't the first, and she likely wouldn't be the last. Rachel had honed her craft over the years, perfecting the art of degradation and blackmail. It was a twisted game that Rachel played, and she had just become the latest pawn.
"Years ago," Rachel's brother began, his voice tight with anger, "she had this girl, Jenny. Sweet, shy thing. Rachel got her naked, somehow convinced her to... well, masturbate, and she recorded it." Riley's stomach twisted into a knot as the similarities to her own situation became all too clear. Rachel had a pattern, a disturbing MO that had gone unchecked for years. "It went too far, though. Jenny's parents found out, and there was hell to pay. Rachel was shipped off to boarding school. I thought she'd learned her lesson."
He took a step closer to Riley, his eyes searching hers for some hint of understanding or compassion. "But she's back, and it seems she hasn't changed a bit." He paused, his gaze lingering on Riley's exposed body, the words scribbled in red across her skin. "I need to tell Mom and Dad right now."
Riley's heart plummeted to her stomach. "No," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't. It'll just make everything worse."
Rachel's brother took another step closer, his eyes darkening as he leaned in. "How about this?" he suggested, his voice low and dangerous. "How about I don't tell anyone, and you... make it worth my while?" He reached out, his hand grazing the side of her breast, and Riley flinched.
The implication was clear, and Riley felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. She had hoped for a savior, someone who would understand her plight and help her. But instead, she found yet another predator willing to exploit her vulnerability for personal gain. "Please," she begged, her voice shaking. "Don't be like her."
But Rachel's brother wasn't listening. His eyes had darkened, his expression hungry as he stared at her exposed body. "It's simple," he said, his hand now cupping her breast fully, his thumb stroking the erect nipple. "You suck me off, and I keep your little secret." His voice was a gruff whisper, his breath hot on her neck.
Riley's stomach churned at his touch, her mind racing. How had she ended up here again? It was a question that haunted her, a refrain that played on an endless loop in the back of her mind. Every time she thought she had reached the lowest point, the ground gave way beneath her, plunging her deeper into a world of humiliation and degradation.
And yet, amidst the revulsion, there was a spark of something else. It was a feeling she didn’t dare acknowledge, a treacherous warmth that bloomed between her legs. Her pussy was wet, her clit pulsing with a need she didn’t understand. It was as if her body had betrayed her, responding to the very thing that repulsed her mind. Rachel’s brother’s touch sent a shiver down her spine, but not entirely from fear.
“Fine.” She whispered, the word barely escaping her trembling lips. Rachel’s brother’s hand retreated from her breast, and she stepped out of the bathtub, her legs wobbly from the cold and fear. She felt his eyes rake over her, taking in every inch of her bare flesh as she moved awkwardly to stand before him.
Her eyes fell to the floor, unable to meet his gaze as she felt the cold air kiss her skin. She was painfully aware of her vulnerability, her nakedness laid bare before a near-stranger. His eyes lingered on her pussy, the writing stark against her skin. The word "slut" seemed to pulse with each beat of her heart, a silent reminder of Rachel's cruelty.
With trembling hands, Riley dropped to her knees before Rachel's brother. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor sent a shiver through her body, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand. His eyes never left hers as she reached up to unbutton his pants, her fumbling fingers slipping through the fabric to reveal the outline of his cock. It grew before her eyes, swelling with anticipation.
When she finally pulled it out, it was fully erect. It wasn't large, but it was bigger than it had been moments before. The tip was a rosy pink, standing tall and proud, pointing straight at her face. She could see the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart, and she knew that she was responsible for that reaction. The tip of his penis glistened slightly with precum, and she felt a strange mix of disgust and fascination.
He cleared his throat, bringing her out of her trance. "So, what's your name?" he asked, his voice gruff with lust. “And what year are you?”
Riley's hand hovered just above his erection, the warmth of his arousal beckoning her. She took a deep breath and touched it tentatively, her fingertips brushing against the velvety skin. "I'm Riley," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I'm a freshman."
The boy's expression softened slightly, and he nodded. "I'm Alex," he said, his voice gentler than she had expected. "I'm a freshman too. Maybe we could... go on a date sometime?"
But Riley couldn't focus on his words. All she could think about was the cold, hard tile beneath her knees and the warm, pulsing flesh in her hand. She didn't know why she was doing this, why she had agreed to suck off Rachel's brother in exchange for his silence. Perhaps it was fear, or maybe it was the strange thrill of the power play that Rachel had drawn her into.
With a trembling hand, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and brought the tip to her lips. She took a deep breath, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nose, and then, without looking up, she opened her mouth and took him in.
Alex's eyes rolled back in his head with a moan as Riley's mouth engulfed him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. He watched her for a moment, his own hand gently guiding her movements, before he stopped her with a firm grip on her chin. "Wait," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want you to do something else first."
Riley looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning. "What?" she asked, her voice muffled by his hand.
Alex's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I want you to suck on my balls," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "It's something I've always wanted to try."
Riley's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she didn't argue. Instead, she leaned in closer, her eyes still locked on his. With trembling hands, she gently cupped his testicles, feeling the weight of them in her palm. They were warm and soft, and she couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. But she had made a deal, and she knew there was no going back now.
Tentatively, she took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. Alex let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. She could feel the tension in his body, his muscles tightening as she explored his most sensitive spot. It was strange, this intimacy with a boy she had only just met, and yet it was also oddly thrilling.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice tight with desire. "Suck them, baby."
Riley's cheeks were on fire, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took his other testicle into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue as well. Alex's grip on her chin tightened, and she could feel his legs shaking slightly as she worked on his most sensitive area. It was a strange, intimate moment, one that she never would have imagined herself in, but here she was, on her knees in a bathroom, sucking on Rachel's brother's balls like it was the most natural thing in the world.
After what felt like an eternity, Alex's hand lifted from her chin. "Alright," he murmured, his voice tight with restrained passion. "You can go back to my cock now."
Riley took a deep breath and leaned in, her eyes never leaving his. She paused for a moment, her tongue hovering just above the shaft, before she did a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top. The sensation was new to her, the feel of him against her tongue foreign and exhilarating. Alex's eyes grew hooded with lust, and she felt a strange sense of power knowing she could make him feel this way.
Opening her mouth, she took the head of his cock between her lips and began to suck gently. Alex's moans grew louder, his grip on her hair tightening as she found a rhythm that seemed to drive him wild. Despite the circumstances, Riley felt a thrill of arousal, the act of giving him pleasure sending waves of heat through her body.
Her hand moved down between her legs, her fingers seeking out the slick folds of her pussy. She was surprised to find how wet she was, her arousal betraying her fear and humiliation. She began to rub herself in time with her movements on his cock, her fingertips finding her clit and teasing it mercilessly. The sensation was overwhelming, and she had to fight the urge to moan around his shaft.
Alex's hips began to move in response, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth in a rhythm that matched her own masturbation. Riley felt like she was in a trance, the pleasure of her own touch mixing with the salty taste of his pre-cum and the feel of his hardness in her mouth. Her eyes watered, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her, but she didn't dare let it take over.
With a herculean effort, she pulled her hand away from her pussy, focusing solely on Alex's cock. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt her own climax receding. She couldn't risk it. Not here, not now.
Alex's hips began to buck, his breathing growing ragged as he approached the edge. Riley's eyes widened as she felt the first pulse of his climax. Without warning, he was coming in her mouth, thick ropes of hot cum filling her with every twitch of his cock. She had to fight the urge to pull away, to gag on the sudden onslaught, but she kept her mouth firmly around him, swallowing each spurt as it came.
The thought of what she was doing, of what he was filling her with, only served to heighten her arousal. She couldn't believe that the very substance that could create life was now inside her, a part of her in this twisted, degrading way. It was a strange, intoxicating power that she never knew she would find erotic. Her own pussy clenched with need, her fingers itching to return to her clit.
But as the last pulse of his cum hit the back of her throat, something shifted. Alex's expression softened, the lust in his eyes replaced by a look of... regret? Concern? Riley didn't know what it was, but it sent a shiver down her spine. He gently removed her hand from his softening cock, and she sat back on her heels, her eyes downcast.
"Look at me," he said, his voice gentle. When she did, she saw genuine regret in his eyes. "I shouldn't have made you do that." He took a step back, his face a mask of self-loathing. "I'm no better than Rachel."
Riley felt a lump form in her throat. "It's okay," she managed to whisper. "Just... please don't tell anyone."
Before Alex could respond, the door to the bathroom swung open, and Ellie's head popped in. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. Rachel's brother, half-dressed and visibly aroused, standing over Riley, who was still on her knees before him. The shock on Ellie's face was palpable, and for a moment, nobody said a word.
"Riley, what the fuck are you doing?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. Rachel's brother, caught off-guard, hastily tucked himself back into his pants, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
Riley didn't know what to say. She couldn't explain the maelstrom of emotions that had led her to this moment. All she could do was stand, trembling and naked, her knees scraped from the cold floor. "We... we were just..." she trailed off, her eyes darting to the floor.
Ellie's gaze was sharp as she took in the scene. She didn't miss the way Riley's hand hovered over her crotch, or the way Alex's pants were hastily buttoned. She knew exactly what had happened. "Grab your clothes," she hissed, her voice a harsh whisper. "We need to go. Now."
Riley nodded, her eyes downcast as she rose unsteadily to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly, her knees wobbly from the cold floor and the intensity of the situation. She didn't dare look at Alex, afraid of what she would see in his eyes. Instead, she turned and walked out of the bathroom, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she made her way back to Rachel's room.
Alex followed closely behind, his eyes glued to her naked form. She could feel his gaze on her, tracing the curve of her hips and the sway of her small, bare butt. Each step she took felt like a mile, her body still humming with unspent arousal and the weight of his stare. She knew he was watching her, memorizing every detail of her nakedness, and it only added to the heady mix of emotions swirling within her.
Finally, they reached Rachel's room, and she stepped inside with trepidation. Rachel lay on her bed, bound and naked, her legs spread wide and tied to the bedposts in an obscene display of vulnerability. Her wrists were lashed to the headboard, and a gag was stuffed in her mouth. Her eyes were wide with fear and anger, glaring at Riley accusingly as if she was the one responsible for this.
Alex's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Rachel. His hand went to his mouth, and he stifled a gasp. Nothing was left to the imagination as Rachel's pussy was on full display, her labia protruding in an unmistakable outie that made Riley's stomach clench with a mix of pity and horror. It was a stark contrast to the cruel, confident Rachel that Riley had come to know, and it was clear that Alex was equally unprepared for this. He had never seen his sister in such a vulnerable state, her most intimate parts laid bare before them.
Rachel's eyes darted between them, her cheeks flaming with humiliation and anger. She attempted to speak, her jaw moving against the fabric of her own panties that had been stuffed into her mouth. The gag muffled her words, but the rage was clear. She thrashed against her restraints, trying to free herself, but it was futile. The knots that bound her were too tight, the ropes biting into her skin.
Aria stepped forward, her voice a cold whisper that sent a shiver down Rachel's spine. "You're going to keep those panties right where they are, Rachel," she said, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "You're going to learn to keep your mouth shut unless it's to apologize or take cock." Rachel's eyes widened in horror as Aria leaned in, her breath hot against Rachel's ear. "And you'll never mess with Riley again. Do you understand?"
Rachel nodded frantically, the fabric of her own underwear cutting off her ability to protest. The panic in her eyes was genuine, the reality of her situation setting in as she realized she was truly at their mercy. Riley watched the scene unfold, her heart racing with a mix of fear and exhilaration. This was the girl who had tormented her for so long, now reduced to a quivering mess on her own bed.
Aria stepped back, allowing Riley to move closer to Rachel. "Get dressed," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Rachel's face. Riley nodded, grabbing her clothes from the floor where they had been discarded.
Her trembling hands struggled with the fabric, the soft material brushing against her over-sensitized skin like a caress. She slipped on her bra and panties, the familiarity of the garments providing a semblance of comfort in the sea of confusion and arousal. The rest of her clothes followed, each item a barrier between her and the others.
As she dressed, Aria's eyes never left Alex. "You heard me," she said firmly. "Riley's off-limits to you too, got it?"
Alex nodded, still in shock at the sight of Rachel bound and exposed. "I... I didn't mean to..."
Ellie's eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to him. "You'll keep your mouth shut about this," she warned. "Or you'll find yourself in a similar position."
Alex swallowed hard, nodding his understanding. "I won't say anything," he assured her, his voice still shaky from his recent orgasm.
Riley felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment as she pulled her shoes on. The warmth of the material against her cold feet was a comforting sensation, but it did nothing to ease the throb between her legs. Dressed once again, she felt a semblance of control returning to her, but the memory of Alex's cock in her mouth and the feel of his balls in her hand lingered, sending shivers of arousal through her body.
As they made their exit, she couldn't help but cast one final glance back at Rachel. The blonde was a picture of fury and embarrassment, her eyes blazing with a hatred that Riley had never seen directed at her before. Rachel's pussy was still on display, her labia swollen and red from the rough treatment. It was a stark contrast to the perfectly groomed, neat appearance Rachel always presented to the world, and Riley felt a strange thrill knowing she had played a part in reducing her tormentor to this state.
The sound of Rachel's muffled protests grew faint as they descended the stairs. Rachel's dad looked up from his newspaper as they entered the living room. "Ah, girls, are you done with your studies?" he asked, his voice gruff but concerned.
Ellie took the lead, her tone bright and cheerful. "Yes, sir," she chirped. "We're just about to head back to our dorm. It was a super productive session."
Rachel's dad nodded, his eyes flicking over the three of them before returning to his paper. "Good, good," he mumbled, clearly not paying much attention.
Once outside, Ellie took Riley's hand and led her away from the house. Aria followed closely behind, her eyes darting around as if expecting Rachel to come chasing after them. "You have no idea how bad that could have been," Ellie whispered urgently as they hurried back to the dorm. "Rachel's got connections everywhere, and that video..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "It would have been all over campus by morning."
Riley nodded, her mind still reeling from the events of the night. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "For... for helping me."
Ellie's expression grew cold, and she tightened her grip on Riley's hand. "Don't thank us yet," she said, her tone clipped. "There's a price to pay for our little intervention."
They piled into the car, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The engine roared to life, and they pulled away from the curb, leaving Rachel's house and the chaos behind them. Riley's heart hammered in her chest, a strange cocktail of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.
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Another 2 chapters, another 2 reviews!
Chapter 42 review
Straight away I'm loving where this is going. Rachel in absolute control, Riley descending deeper and deeper into total submission.
"Rachel's clit was large and prominent, already swollen with desire, and her inner lips looked like they could swallow Riley whole"
What a fun sentence! Erotic as hell, but also once again emphasising Riley's tiny frame. Always appreciate such emphasis. The entire oral sex scene intensely arousing. You can feel the sexual tension in the air, as well as Riley's immense fear.
This chapter is already becoming one of the hottest chapters and it's hardly begun. Incredible!
And Rachel just squirted in Riley's mouth!? Fucking phenomenal! I'm not kidding, that's one of the hottest things I've ever read! I've been hoping for squirting orgasms for some time now. Granted, I've been hoping for it to be Riley who squirts, but still ludicrously and ridiculously amazing to read! Hopefully Riley will have several of squirting orgasms as well.
Yup. This might be the hottest chapter yet. I know I say that often, but wow. This entire chapter is insane so far! Loving it. Riley's absolute and total degradation, fear and submission in this chapter is epic! Debauchery in every direction.
Everything about this chapter was perfection and there wasn't a single second I didn't love.
Chapter 42 review
Straight away I'm loving where this is going. Rachel in absolute control, Riley descending deeper and deeper into total submission.
"Rachel's clit was large and prominent, already swollen with desire, and her inner lips looked like they could swallow Riley whole"
What a fun sentence! Erotic as hell, but also once again emphasising Riley's tiny frame. Always appreciate such emphasis. The entire oral sex scene intensely arousing. You can feel the sexual tension in the air, as well as Riley's immense fear.
This chapter is already becoming one of the hottest chapters and it's hardly begun. Incredible!
And Rachel just squirted in Riley's mouth!? Fucking phenomenal! I'm not kidding, that's one of the hottest things I've ever read! I've been hoping for squirting orgasms for some time now. Granted, I've been hoping for it to be Riley who squirts, but still ludicrously and ridiculously amazing to read! Hopefully Riley will have several of squirting orgasms as well.
Yup. This might be the hottest chapter yet. I know I say that often, but wow. This entire chapter is insane so far! Loving it. Riley's absolute and total degradation, fear and submission in this chapter is epic! Debauchery in every direction.
Everything about this chapter was perfection and there wasn't a single second I didn't love.
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Chapter 43 review.
The waiting naked in the hall was fun. I wasn't sure where it was going, and I certainly did not see Rachel's brother coming at all. What a good way to shake things up.
Him pissing on Riley, albeit unintentionally was fun and added yet another layer of debasement and humiliation for poor Riley.
I honestly hadn't written much down in this chapter...and then comes the ultimatum. Another unexpected yet very welcome twist from the brother. Loving the direction this is going. The brother wasn't the knight in shining armour after all.
So much oral sex. Riley on her knees looking up at him was already hot, but now she has to suck on his balls? Brilliant. Riley then touching herself was indescribably hot as hell. I was wondering if she was going to break her number one rule right there and then, but was pleased she came to her senses and stopped herself. Her next punishment will undoubtedly be very tough on her.
The way Riley was desperate to continue with tending to her clit was incredibly erotic. I was hoping that Alex would the want to return the favour only for Riley to then have to explain that she's not allowed to cum, but the scene over all was very well done.
Loving Riley's submissive body language throughout both chapters. Very nice attention to detail as per.
I have to be honest and say I'm not sure I'm digging where this Rachel situation is going. Don't get me wrong, the ending was very erotic. I'm just hoping she doesn't become a third submissive girl, but that's just me. Of course, I might be way off in my assessment and that's not where this is headed, so hey.
Overall, both chapters were amazing and left me wanting so much more!
The waiting naked in the hall was fun. I wasn't sure where it was going, and I certainly did not see Rachel's brother coming at all. What a good way to shake things up.
Him pissing on Riley, albeit unintentionally was fun and added yet another layer of debasement and humiliation for poor Riley.
I honestly hadn't written much down in this chapter...and then comes the ultimatum. Another unexpected yet very welcome twist from the brother. Loving the direction this is going. The brother wasn't the knight in shining armour after all.
So much oral sex. Riley on her knees looking up at him was already hot, but now she has to suck on his balls? Brilliant. Riley then touching herself was indescribably hot as hell. I was wondering if she was going to break her number one rule right there and then, but was pleased she came to her senses and stopped herself. Her next punishment will undoubtedly be very tough on her.
The way Riley was desperate to continue with tending to her clit was incredibly erotic. I was hoping that Alex would the want to return the favour only for Riley to then have to explain that she's not allowed to cum, but the scene over all was very well done.
Loving Riley's submissive body language throughout both chapters. Very nice attention to detail as per.
I have to be honest and say I'm not sure I'm digging where this Rachel situation is going. Don't get me wrong, the ending was very erotic. I'm just hoping she doesn't become a third submissive girl, but that's just me. Of course, I might be way off in my assessment and that's not where this is headed, so hey.
Overall, both chapters were amazing and left me wanting so much more!
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I enjoyed this at first when it was more about nudity and exhibitionism. A little ENF is exciting, but this has gone way past that. Lilly and Riley have experienced way more humiliation and embarrassment than if they had allowed the original picture to be circulated. Now that have allowed themselves to be blackmailed into becoming little more than slaves. Aria, Ellie, and Claire need to be expelled and go to jail. Lilly and Riley need to take back control of their lives.
Don't get me wrong, my comments are not against Emily. She has done a great job writing this story. I know that if the pics and videos get posted the damage to their reputation will follow them for years but eventually people will move on to the next new porn or naked girl being humiliated and/or blackmailed. They will survive this as long as they end it. Unless they like being slaves.
Don't get me wrong, my comments are not against Emily. She has done a great job writing this story. I know that if the pics and videos get posted the damage to their reputation will follow them for years but eventually people will move on to the next new porn or naked girl being humiliated and/or blackmailed. They will survive this as long as they end it. Unless they like being slaves.
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Thank you for the honest feedback. I may be bringing this story to an end soon. It seems like overall feedback is that things have gotten too far for Riley, and that was never my intention. I’ll be thinking a bit more about the direction I want to take, but this story may be ending soon.Fixitman8267 wrote: ↑Sun Nov 10, 2024 4:31 am I enjoyed this at first when it was more about nudity and exhibitionism. A little ENF is exciting, but this has gone way past that. Lilly and Riley have experienced way more humiliation and embarrassment than if they had allowed the original picture to be circulated. Now that have allowed themselves to be blackmailed into becoming little more than slaves. Aria, Ellie, and Claire need to be expelled and go to jail. Lilly and Riley need to take back control of their lives.
Don't get me wrong, my comments are not against Emily. She has done a great job writing this story. I know that if the pics and videos get posted the damage to their reputation will follow them for years but eventually people will move on to the next new porn or naked girl being humiliated and/or blackmailed. They will survive this as long as they end it. Unless they like being slaves.
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Emily wrote: ↑Sun Nov 10, 2024 5:51 pm
Thank you for the honest feedback. I may be bringing this story to an end soon. It seems like overall feedback is that things have gotten too far for Riley, and that was never my intention. I’ll be thinking a bit more about the direction I want to take, but this story may be ending soon.
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