CAUGHT - "COLLEGE HUMILIATION"

(nc, self-bondage, bondage, humil, masturbation, FM+/F)

Disclaimer :  Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 21 Or
If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity.
All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional.

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A Story by
Lara V Cataluna

There it was, the package I had been waiting for so long…  I was so 
excited I could hardly contain myself - I could even feel getting wet.  
I was a bit scared though, I had used my credit card for the mail-order 
again, which created a traceable link between me, the ever-proper 
daughter of a rich businessman, and the downright sleazy "Mr. 
BondageGear" of the web.  

I had to be scared a little bit…  I could feel my obsession for 
self-bondage and other kink taking over my conscience in the past year 
or so.  It worried me even though I had managed to shield these 
fantasies from my otherwise decent life as an exceptional student.  I 
had quite a Jekyll & Hyde thing going on, member of the student council, 
heading for one of the top Law Schools, voice of female empowerment on 
the student paper - and a bondage fetishist whenever I find the rare 
opportunity to engage in my not-so proper activities!!!

I examined myself on the mirror:  The sizzling chick on the mirror 
wasn't really me - it was sort of an outing for my naughty, kinky alter 
ego.  No goody two shoes underwear - I was in the sexiest, tiniest set 
of Victoria's Secret lingerie I owned, color black of course - for my
naughty alter ego!!!  I even made sure the bra was a size too small for 
my already ample breasts.  The way my chest looked really turned me on, 
my boobs looking like they could burst out of the bra any moment.  

I've always been proud of my body even though I always make an extra 
effort to dress conservatively.    I deserve my good-looks, never 
skipping my daily work-out, even in the midst of finals or other crisis.  
Just because I'm headed for my role as a power-woman, doesn't mean I 
shouldn't be giving men a hard-on at first sight!!!

It was time for my kinky little adventure.  I was a little worried of 
getting caught of course, though I considered that possibility to be 
zero since I was extremely careful.  I would never engage in this sort 
of thing otherwise.  I was more worried over the fact that my 
self-bondage games were becoming an obsession, making me take more and 
more risk.  

Self-bondage was a totally strange part of my character but it was 
there.  Ever since I started playing with myself as a little girl, I 
always envisioned a bunch of ruthless men tying me up, abusing me in 
nasty ways.  Needless to say, these little fantasies never quite fit in 
with my self-image.  I considered myself to be a very strong-willed 
young woman, if not a feminist.  No doubt, some family influence there.  
My mother is a very successful woman, always pushing me harder…

I had a typical Beverly Hills life back home and I made a conscious 
effort to avoid the rich-bitch reputation in College.  I aced most my 
classes, heading for honors degrees and Law School.  My friends always 
thought I was too uptight.  I did not care, though…  

In fact, that was why we had a minor quarrel with my housemates that 
day.

I had three housemates - two males and a female:  Liz, Bill and Steve.  
Liz was my roommate from freshman year.  We had been best friends and 
lived together all four years of college.  We had rented this townhouse 
the previous year, with two other girls who graduated a year before us.  
Thus, we were forced to pick up two new housemates and after many failed 
attempts, we ended up with Bill and Steve at the beginning of our Senior 
year.  I was very reluctant to have male housemates at first but I 
finally cowed into Liz.  Bill and Steve were good friends of ours, 
anyway.  In many ways of course, they were the opposite of me - both 
were players on the Rugby team; typical college guys who desired nothing 
other than beer and sex.  I guess my alter-ego liked them better than my 
normal self…  In any case, we did need to find two housemates and we 
simply had no other choice, not willing to foot the whole rent…

The fact of the matter is, Liz was completely hot for Bill and did not 
want to miss this grand opportunity to cozy up with him.  And that was 
why she had been a total bitch to me in the last few weeks.  It seemed 
like all Bill wanted was to get into my pants!!! - which wasn't going to 
happen of course; we were fine as friends but there was no way I was 
going to allow some "rugby stud" to lay a hand on me.  And naturally, 
Liz was rather jealous…

Anyhow, on September 26th 1996 - a date that I cannot forget as you can 
tell - the three of them were heading to a Rugby game all the way in 
Virginia.  Bill and Steve would play, Liz would root - mostly for Bill 
of course.  

And they were all pissed at me!!  You see, after each rugby game, the 
team threw a party.  All of my housemates wanted to have the party at 
our place, contemplating that our huge basement would be ideal for the 
occasion.  They had even bought 4 cags of beer for the party.  They were 
rather pissed when their little plan didn't get the stamp of approval 
from me!!  There was no way I would tolerate a bunch of Rugby guys
getting drunk and puking all over my house.  

They were all mad at me but I did not care - the hell with them I 
thought… they can go mess up some slob's house…  

But that wasn't really why I declined to join them in their trip.  For 
one thing, I just loathed most of the rugby players other than Bill and 
Steve.  They were just a bunch of despicable, sexist, drunken savages.  
Secondly, I knew they would be high by the time they got back here.  The 
after-game party was only the icing on the cake - they were usually too 
toasted to even stand by the time the party got going…  except for the 
freshmen who were given the assignment of driving back to the school 
while their big brothers did the pot.  I just hated that scene, having 
very little to do with alcohol and none with marijuana.  But most 
importantly, I had other plans for the day, didn't I???!!!…

Liz, Bill and Steve had been gone for an hour now - it was time to get 
busy.  I opened the brown package I had purchased.  I had all the 
necessary toys.  Handcuffs, ropes, even nipple clamps…  But this latest 
piece was special (so was its price at $149):  Handcuffs with a timer!!  
These would make the whole procedure of getting in-and-out of bondage 
much more precise - and much more fun…

I mused myself thinking what my housemates would think if they ever knew 
what I was up to.  (But then even the idea of that sent shivers down my 
spine).  I reconsidered what I was about to do for a second but I was 
too excited to change my mind.  

I headed for the basement.  Ever since we  had started living with the 
guys, I had been too shy to even take sunbathes out in the yard, let 
alone wonder around the house in my underwear.  But the house was mine 
now.  They would not be back till 5 PM - I had the whole house for my 
use for 7 hours.  This was going to be a lot of fun, I'd be using my new
fancy handcuffs.  

I headed for the basement.  I had always used my own room for 
self-bondage before but this time, I'd be using the basement for the 
set-up I had in mind.  I had purchased a special table for today's 
entertainment and it wouldn't fit in my tiny room.

I set up the table in the basement.  It was only about two feet high, 
with convenient holes and hooks on it.  I remembered what a hard time I 
had trying to sneak its package into the house without any of my 
housemates nosing in.  I got on my knees on the table, locked my ankles 
into two cuffs attached to the table.  My ankles were forced wide apart 
by the distance between the cuffs.  I'd be able to push my legs little 
closer together but not much.  

We already had a hook on the ceiling to hang things and the table was 
placed right underneath it.  I hooked the chain to the ceiling and tied 
it to the timer handcuffs I had purchased. 

I carefully placed the ball gag between my teeth, adjusting the strap so 
that it was firm, but wouldn't leave any marks on my face.  Next, I 
wrapped a wide leather collar around my throat, locking it in place with 
a small padlock.  

I attached the timer handcuffs to the chain hanging from the ceiling.  I 
set the timer to 45 minutes.  45 minutes of constant stimulation and 
teasing would get me hot enough for a major orgasm once my hands were 
free again.  I placed my "favorite pillow" between my legs - I knew I 
could tease myself by rubbing against the edge of the pillow but I could 
not bring myself off this way no matter how hard I tried - though trying 
would certainly add to my lust.  

I took a deep breath, avoided all the reconsiderations and locked my
hands in the cuffs, pulling my body taut.

The sensations in my pussy started right away.  The panic, the feeling 
of helplessness and powerlessness immediately stimulated me.  There was 
a large mirror across the room - I'd be watching myself throughout the 
bondage session.  I was forced into a butt-thrusting spread legged 
position, trying desperately to relieve myself with the pillow, already 
moaning and sweating.

Fantasies were running through my mind.  I was the Princess of Britain 
but oh, no - my ship was captured by pirates, all my servants were 
killed.  I was tied up like this, painfully aware that soon pirates 
would get on with gangbanging, torturing and humiliating me.

I was a college sorority girl who was captured by the rival sorority for 
the purpose of tickling and teasing.  And taking my naked pictures to 
put on the internet.

How had I let a psychopath kidnap me?  Now, I was tied up in his 
basement as he was getting ready to torture me.

The fantasies were driving me crazy.  The panties were already soaked.  
I was panting and sweating like a dog.  I really wanted to bring myself 
off in order to end the torture but to no avail - the pillow wouldn't do 
it.  I was close to relief anyway - just a few minutes more and I'd be 
free to dig my fingers into my pussy and enjoy an earth shattering 
orgasm.  

That's when it happened - I can remember the numbers on the mirror even 
today, big red flashy numbers of the timer reflecting on the mirror:  
44:18.

I had set the timer to 45 hours!!!!!!!.  All my panting suddenly ceased.
I felt like I would pass out.  I wanted to pass out - it would have been 
a nice break from the reality I faced.  I felt like I was about to choke 
in fear and panic.  How could the stupid thing be set to 45 hours.  I 
hadn't even thought of it!!!

I was shaking in panic.  All of a sudden I hated myself.  I despised 
myself for putting myself in this situation:  I could be caught - I 
would be caught!!!  I began thrusting and fighting against my bonds, 
really trying to free myself for the first time - all my crazy efforts 
were to no avail.  

I would be humiliated beyond my wildest fears.

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I don't know how time passed.  Even though my panic and desperation grew 
by the minute, I found myself rubbing against the pillow despite my best 
efforts.  I kept thrashing against my bonds but it didn't do any good, 
except making me hornier than I ever could imagine was possible.  I kept 
closing my eyes as though it would make the handcuffs unlock all of a 
sudden - instead it only flashed images in my mind straight out of 
bondage porns.  I had been in my self inflicted bondage for 8 hours, 
horny enough to fuck a roadkill.

That's when I heard the noises upstairs.  They were back.  I could hear 
them moving around.  I felt like my head was spinning around.  I wanted 
to die…

They were unusually yelling, swearing and laughing.  I heard somebody 
drop something which crashed loudly.  It was only followed with laughs.  
My heart sunk.  They were really high!!!!  I hated it when Steve and 
Bill got high.  They were nice guys but they had a real nasty mean 
streak in them which usually came out when they got high.

I had no doubt they would now try to take advantage of the situation.  
They usually got a little too aggressive while on drugs anyway.  My fear 
was unbearable.  Would they take pictures of me?  Would they touch me, 
make me do things?  Would they call their Rugby buddies to display the 
spectacle? Would they strip me?

"Where's lara?" I heard Liz ask loudly.  My heart was pumping like 
crazy.

"Please don't come down here" I begged as though anything would make a 
difference now.  And I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs.  My 
last thought was a plea for God to kill me right there and then.

Steve walked in with a beer in his hand.  His face expression spoke 
volumes.  He was absolutely stoned.  

"Jesus" he said.  "Jesus.  What…Lara…?"

"Bill!!" he yelled for his friend.  "Come here!!!"

Bill came down to the basement with the same kind of amazement on his 
face.

"Lara, what's happened to you" he asked.  "Did somebody try to rape 
you?"  It took him a little to realize I couldn't answer because of the 
gag in my mouth.  Maybe he was trying to hide his enjoyment in seeing me 
well-tied, clad in my undies but he really couldn’t.  

Finally, he removed my gag.  I coughed.  I was looking for words to 
explain the situation as he checked out my large breasts which were 
lewdly seeking freedom from the imprisonment of the tiny bra.  He had a 
huge grin on his face but he probably wasn't even aware of it because of
the marijuana.

"Please"  I managed to mumble.  "Uncuff me".

"Yeah, sure" he said.  "Did somebody try to rape you?" he asked again.

"Not so fast" declared Liz, stopping Bill.   I hadn't even seen her come 
down to the basement.  "She wasn't raped or anything" she said all 
amused.  

"She did it to herself.  Didn't you?  horny slut…  Why don't you 
answer?"

I meant to answer, deny…  but I could only look down, trying to hide my 
crimson red face from the mockful looks of my housemates.  

Liz grabbed the packages on the floor.  "Hmmm" she said smirking.  
"Let's see, look at this box, with all kinds of kinky toys in it.  Look 
at the receipt:  A set of handcuffs with timer, a nine-tail crop, nipple 
clamps, a torture table.  Charged on a Gold American Express.  Lara, 
darling, would this be your Gold Amex?"  she chuckled.

"You know guys, it doesn't really matter!!" she said chuckling.  

"Look at all the stuff I found on her bed…" said Liz as she gagged me 
again.  She was being completely vicious.

I almost fainted.  I had left all my bondage stuff on my bed - naturally 
I was supposed to hide them all by the time everybody got back, just in 
case somebody curious would decide to creep into my room, like Liz.  

They were now going over the "stuff":  Nasty bondage magazines, showing 
helpless girls getting tortured, the print-outs of stories I had
downloaded from internet, even a picture of myself in bondage - one I 
had taken with an automatic camera last week.  They were all laughing 
and making degrading comments which I tried to block out.

"Well" commented Liz, "she probably would have wanted to get raped".

"Well, let's give her what she wants" yelled Bill all excited.  "Let's s 
strip her…".

"Wow, wow" objected Steve.  "We can't just… rape Lara!!"

"We're not gonna rape her" countered Liz.  "She's gonna like every bit 
of it.  She's just too shy to admit she loves being treated like a 
bondage whore.  Besides, you really think "Miss BeverlyHills 
princess/Power Girl" here would just go press charges or something?  Let 
her little fantasies become public knowledge?  Humiliate herself and her 
family?  Can you imagine the headlines??!"  She laughed out loud.  "No, 
I know her too well - she'll take whatever we do to her and she'll enjoy 
it very very very much!!!  Besides if she complains, we can always say 
she wanted us to treat her like this, just wanted us to play with her…  
Don't you think this is plenty of evidence…?  (pointing at all the stuff 
I had purchased)".

"Steve, go get your camera" ordered Liz.  "She likes pictures, she'll 
get pictures…".

I was listening to every word that came out of Liz's mouth with a 
surreal feeling…  My best friend…  Now betraying me, humiliating me, 
destroying me…  And she was right of course - I just wanted this to end.  
I would do anything, anything to spare me the humiliation of people 
learning about my secrets…

The events following this were the most frustrating, degrading,
humiliating moments of my life.  

First I was stripped out of my suggestive set of lingerie.  I was dying 
of humiliation as my naked body was put on display in front of my 
friends, much to their amusement.  They made lewd remarks, joked and 
laughed about how my panties were soaking wet.  

Steve merrily told me "It's obvious how horny you are babe, seems like 
you got yourself all worked up since we left - you're literally dripping 
for crying out loud - but I'm afraid you are a loooong loooong way from 
cumming".  

They placed the clamps on my nipples - I had never done that before.  
They hurt like crazy but Steve, Bill and Liz just laughed like hell.  
They took a whole bunch of pictures - Bill said my naked picture, bound, 
gagged and with the nipple clamps would be the new screensaver on his 
computer.

Then, Liz decided to use the crop on me.  The two boys took a seat 
across me, with beers in their hands, and watched the spectacle as Liz 
beat me with the nine-tail whip.  They cheered for Liz and laughed at 
how I jerked my body and cried under my gag with each hit.

They got drunker and drunker.  I was a mess of sweat and lust - despite 
my best efforts, the more they beat me, the more I was humiliated, the 
hornier I got.  And finally the worst happened - Bill came in with the 
hose and connected it to the sink in the basement, and gave me an ice 
cold shower with the hose, cleaning my body.  Then he stood in front of 
me and started penetrating me as Liz kept beating my but and thrusting 
my body forward, much to Bill's delight. Bill cummed so quick, I didn't 
even have enough time to relieve myself.  I could almost cry out of 
frustration - despite the terrible degradation, I was craving for sex, I 
wanted a cock, a thousand cocks in me, in every one of my wholes.

Just when I thought it could not get any worse, Steve came down to the 
basement with the remoteless phone, calling his rugby buddies as I 
listened in sheer panic.  "We are having the party at our place" he let 
them know.  "Yeah, we found a way to convince the uptight bitch!!!  In 
fact, she agreed to provide most of the entertainment herself!!  What 
did you say?  You'd love to fuck her brains out???  Well, Bruce, body, 
ya never know… Ya never know…"

Liz attached a large card to my nipple clamps.  The card was attached to 
the clamps with two short chains and it read "Please Abuse Me, I Need 
It".  It was also attached to the cag with a long rope so each time 
somebody poured beer, my nipples would be pulled out.  

Soon enough our basement was filled with drunken rugby players.  My 
housemates had placed the cags right next to me, making sure I did not 
suffer from any lack of attention.  Not that I could go unnoticed while 
I was on display for more than 20 college guys.  They all groped me, 
grabbed me, molested my breasts and buttocks.  But Liz didn't allow 
anyone to penetrate me, telling everyone it was more fun to keep me 
frustrated.  Yet, they removed my gag at some point and I was persuaded 
(with the help of the crop) into giving blow jobs for all the rugby 
players I loathed.  They stood up on the table one-by-one, forcing their 
smelly, fat dicks down my throat.  Bill took all kinds of pictures, with 
dicks in my mouth, cumm all over my face and hair.

I had lost whatever dignity I had.  I still wasn’t relieved and I was 
crying and begging for relief; amusing the guests tremendously.  It only 
added to their perception that I was nothing but a kinky whore who 
deserved to be treated like this.  

Finally, at around 5 AM, they allowed me to relieve my self.  Liz 
released one of my hands from the handcuffs and despite a huge rush of
humiliation, I masturbated as a full room of visitors watched in 
delight.  Of course, Bill did not miss this opportunity to take more 
degrading pictures of me. 

I was released after that and I went straight to my bed - where to my 
own embarrassment I brought myself to three more orgasms within 
half-an-hour.

It turned out Liz was completely right in her gamble - there was no way 
I could ever bear the humiliation of  letting my bondage fantasies be 
known or my naked pictures be posted all over the net.  Consequently, 
not only did I not do anything about my abuse, in time I became the 
subject of Liz's blackmailing.  She contended nobody could prove she did 
anything wrong, it was all the guys who abused me and furthermore I 
could very well lose whatever case I had due to all the evidence she had 
- pictures, credit card slips, stories written by me...  Not to mention 
the life-destroying humiliation I'd have to go through…

So I became very subservient to Liz who gladly shared me with her other 
housemates.  At first I did not know why she was so vicious towards me - 
I thought it was because Bill had been after me for such a long time.  
But it turned out Liz was bi-sexual and she was every bit as much into 
bondage as I was - if not more.  Only at a different capacity…  She 
wanted to dominate!!   I had no idea but she had known about my little 
secret life for a long time - though she wasn't aware I was obsessed 
enough to engage in self-bondage.  She had been waiting for the right 
opportunity…!!  And that opportunity obviously surfaced on September 
26th 1996!!!!

My housemates' dominance over me grew by the day over the year.  I was 
forced into doing and saying so many things that there was no doubt I 
could ever press any charges against anyone - nobody would believe I did 
anything against my will.

Much to my horror, I became the main attraction for the rugby parties 
every one of which was held in our basement whether I liked it or not.  
My housemates and the Rugby team had a smashing senior year, with tons 
of fun and the pictures to prove it.  I quickly made a name for being a 
real slut, sleeping with all the rugby guys.  This certainly trashed my 
fine reputation but not to the extent it would if, say, Liz decided to 
post all my nasty pictures on the Net…  So I kept on serving 
obediently!!!!

At the end, I did manage to survive the worst year of my life…with a
destroyed ego…

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And how could I possibly know Dr. Zinchturen had been behind this all
that time???