The Unraveling
by Emily

Chapter 37

With swift, almost predatory movements, Aria grabbed the bag that contained their discarded clothes, along with the bikinis they had been forced to remove during their humiliating game. Riley watched as Aria tossed the scrap of fabric into the bag with a flourish, the material briefly flashing in the sun before disappearing into the depths.

"Let's go," Ellie said, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of their public walk.

They left the pool area, their bare feet padding along the hot concrete path that led back to the dorms. The sun beat down on them, and Riley felt the heat radiating up from the ground, making her skin feel sticky despite the recent shower. The trio walked ahead, their laughter carrying on the warm breeze as they led their submissives through the crowded campus.

Riley's eyes darted around, searching for any sign of recognition or judgment from the people they passed. But most students were too engrossed in their own conversations or phones to pay them any mind. The shirt clung to her like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination as they walked. The soft fabric brushed against her sensitive skin with every step, a constant reminder of her nakedness.

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the unmistakable sound of male laughter growing louder behind them. A group of boys, probably freshmen from the look of their wide-eyed excitement and overstuffed backpacks, were heading in their direction. They didn't seem to have noticed yet, but Riley's anxiety spiked. She took smaller steps, trying to make her movements less obvious, less... revealing.

It was Claire who broke the tension, her voice a soft purr in Riley's ear. "Looks like we have an audience, girls," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Riley's eyes shot to her, the question clear in her gaze. What did she want from them now? "If you don't want to lose your shirts," she continued, her voice barely audible over the din of the campus, "play along."

The group of freshmen grew closer, their laughter a taunting crescendo that seemed to echo off the surrounding buildings. Claire turned to face the boys, her hips swaying with an exaggerated confidence that made Riley's stomach clench with dread. "Hey, guys," she called out, her voice a siren's song that made Riley cringe internally. "We're having a little debate here."

The boys slowed their pace, curious glances flicking over to the girls. They hadn't yet noticed the lack of bottoms on Riley and Lily, their eyes locked on the spectacle of Ellie, Aria, and Claire. "What's the debate?" one of them called out, his voice a blend of curiosity and bravado.

"It's about our little friends here," Claire said, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gestured to Riley and Lily. "We can't decide who has the better butt, Riley or Lily."

The group of boys, caught off guard, stumbled over their words before one of them, taller than the rest, stepped forward with a smug grin. "I think we can help you out with that," he said, his eyes finally dropping to the shirtless forms of the two submissives.

Riley and Lily both felt the weight of the stares from behind, but neither dared to turn around. Their cheeks were already aflame with embarrassment; meeting the gazes of the strangers would be unbearable.

"Girls, lift your shirts up," Claire ordered, her voice like a whip crack.

Riley's eyes went wide, and she felt Lily tense beside her, but they both knew better than to hesitate. Slowly, with trembling hands, they lifted their shirts, exposing their bare bottoms to the leering stares of the freshmen. The fabric of their shirts barely covered their breasts as they held them high, leaving their midriffs and pelvises bare to the world.

Their butts were both small, the kind that could be easily cupped in one hand. Lily's was a soft peach, the skin unmarred by tan lines, while Riley's was a paler shade, freckled from the sun. Both sets of cheeks clenched together tightly in a futile attempt to maintain some semblance of dignity.

The freshmen's laughter grew louder, their eyes glued to the two pairs of bare buttocks on display. "Well?" Claire prompted, her voice a thrum of anticipation. "Which one is more... pleasing to the eye?"

The tall one stepped closer, his eyes ogling both Riley and Lily with equal enthusiasm. "Tough call," he said, his voice thick with lust. "But I think I'd have to go with the redhead." He leaned in, his gaze lingering on Riley's round, freckled cheeks. "It's just something about those freckles, you know?"

The other boys murmured in agreement, their eyes bouncing between the two exposed pairs of buttocks. One of them whistled lowly, his gaze lingering on Lily's peachy skin. "But the blonde's got a nice one too," he said, his voice filled with appreciation.

Riley and Lily both felt a flare of embarrassment as the freshmen's eyes devoured them. They held their shirts up, their arms beginning to shake with the effort. Riley felt a bead of sweat trickle down her back, and she knew it wasn't just from the heat of the sun.

The tall one took a step closer, his eyes raking over Riley's exposed skin. "You know what, I think I'd like to see a little more," he leered, his friends egging him on. "How about you both turn around and let us get a better look?"

Riley felt bile rise in her throat, but she didn't dare disobey. She knew what was coming next, and she braced herself for the humiliation. But before she could react, Claire stepped between them, her expression shifting from playful to stern. "No," she said firmly, her voice like a whip crack that cut through the air. "You've had your fun. Now move along."

The freshmen looked surprised, their bravado momentarily deflated by the sudden shift in power dynamics. The tall one opened his mouth to protest, but Claire's glare was enough to silence him. She didn't wait for them to leave, instead turning on her heel and walking away, her hips swaying with an unspoken challenge. The trio followed suit, their bare feet slapping against the concrete as they left the stunned group behind.

Riley and Lily let out a collective sigh of relief as they dropped their shirts back down, the fabric once again offering a scrap of modesty. Their cheeks were still flushed from the unwanted attention, their hearts pounding in their chests. The coolness of the shirts was a welcome reprieve from the sun's harsh glare, but it did nothing to alleviate the burning embarrassment that still lingered.

They followed the trio back to the dorms, the walk feeling both never-ending and over in the blink of an eye. The bustling campus seemed to part around them, a sea of students oblivious to the silent humiliation they bore. When they finally reached the safety of their dorm, the heavy door swinging shut behind them, the weight of their mortification was almost palpable.

Ellie's voice broke the silence, a cold command that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. "Shirts off, now."

Riley and Lily exchanged a brief, knowing glance before complying, the fabric peeling away from their sticky skin with a quiet protest. The shirts fell to the floor, once again leaving them bare and exposed. The coolness of the room washed over their damp skin, bringing a momentary respite from the humiliation they had just endured. They had grown used to being naked in front of the trio, their bodies a canvas for their twisted games of power and control.

The two friends stood before Ellie, Aria, and Claire, their breasts heaving with each shallow breath they took. The anticipation in the room was thick, a palpable energy that made Riley's knees quiver. Ellie stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now," she said, her voice low and demanding, "I want you to check each other's arousal. Use your mouths, and show us just how much you enjoyed your little show outside."

Riley's stomach flipped at the command, but she knew better than to hesitate. She dropped to her knees, her eyes finding Lily's. The blonde's cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes wide and glassy with a mix of fear and arousal. Riley leaned in, her breath hot against Lily's bare pussy. She parted her lips, the scent of Lily's desire hitting her like a wave. Her tongue darted out, a soft, tentative lick that made Lily gasp.

The trio watched intently, their expressions a blend of amusement and hunger. Riley could feel their eyes on her, but she focused solely on Lily. She didn't want to disappoint them, not after everything they had been through today. So she pushed aside her pride and her embarrassment, and she really got in there. Her tongue slipped between Lily's folds, exploring, tasting. Lily's legs trembled as Riley's mouth worked, her tongue swirling and lapping, finding the sweet spot that made her whimper.

Finally, Ellie spoke up. "Alright, Riley. That's enough. Tell us, how wet was she?"

Riley pulled away, her mouth glistening with Lily's juices. She took a moment to swallow, the taste of her friend's desire lingering on her tongue. She felt a strange mix of emotions—disgust, arousal, and a strange sense of pride for a job well done. "Very wet," she murmured, her voice thick with the unspoken implication of Lily's excitement.

Ellie's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "On a scale of one to ten," she clarified, a hint of challenge in her tone.

Riley took a deep breath, the taste of Lily still lingering on her lips. She had to be honest; it was the only way to stay in the game. "Nine," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ellie raised an eyebrow, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Nine, huh?" she said, her eyes traveling up to Lily's flushed face. "Well, Lily, is that true?"

Lily took a moment to compose herself, her breathing still ragged. She looked down at Riley, who was still kneeling before her, and nodded, her cheeks even redder than before. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Good,” Ellie said with a nod of approval, the glint in her eye shifting from curiosity to challenge as she turned her gaze to Lily. “Now, Lily, it’s your turn to check Riley’s arousal. Don’t hold back, make sure to give us a thorough report.”

Lily took a shaky breath and dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Riley’s. Riley stood, her legs feeling unsteady, and spread her legs apart slightly, giving Lily full access to her exposed pussy. The sensation of her own nakedness under the intense scrutiny of the trio was both terrifying and exhilarating, the vulnerability making her heart race even as her body responded to the situation with a growing wetness.

Lily’s breath was hot against her skin as she leaned in, her nose brushing against Riley’s clit. Riley’s eyes closed involuntarily, her body reacting before her mind could fully process the situation. Lily’s tongue tentatively flicked out, tracing Riley’s labia, tasting the sweetness that had built up there. The sensation was almost too much, a delicious agony that sent shivers through Riley’s body.

Lily’s movements grew more confident as she felt Riley’s wetness, her tongue moving with purpose as she explored every fold and crevice of her friend’s pussy. Riley’s knees trembled, her hands gripping the side of the bed to keep herself upright. The room was silent except for the wet sounds of Lily’s mouth and Riley’s stifled gasps. It was as if the world outside had ceased to exist, and all that remained was the two of them, kneeling on the floor in a display of submission and desire.

With a sudden jolt, Riley’s body tensed, her hips bucking against Lily’s face. An involuntary moan escaped her lips as she felt the first waves of pleasure crash over her, her orgasm building without warning. Lily, caught off guard by Riley’s unexpected reaction, pulled back for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise.

Riley's eyes flew open, her orgasm ripping through her body like a storm, unbidden and unstoppable. She felt the heat of Lily's breath on her wetness, the gentle pressure of her friend's mouth, and the fury of the trio's stares as she reached the peak of pleasure. "N-no, I'm sorry," she stuttered, trying to pull away, but Lily's grip was firm, her mouth unrelenting.

"Look what you've done!" Aria hissed, her voice sharp as a knife. Riley felt the blood drain from her face as she realized the gravity of her mistake. The trio didn't tolerate climax without their say-so. "You think you can just get off like that?" Ellie's voice was a dangerous whisper, her eyes narrowing into slits. "You're our plaything, Riley. You don't get to decide when you come."

The words hit Riley like a slap in the face, bringing her back to reality with a jolt. She felt the power dynamic shift back into place, her orgasm a fleeting memory of rebellion against their control. She looked down at Lily, who was now kneeling before her, her mouth hovering just above Riley's pussy, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and confusion.

"I'm sorry," Riley murmured, her voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to... I couldn't help it."

"Couldn't help it, huh?" Ellie's smirk grew wider. "Well, I hope it was worth it, Riley," she said, her voice a deadly purr. "Because the punishment for your little display of disobedience will be quite... memorable."