Surprise Assembly

Part 76-80

PART 76

The girls were shocked. A nude car wash in the middle of winter.

"Girls, this is part of your community service which is an integral part of your
punishment. This will not only benefit the fine boys of our football program
which brings tremendous attention to our school, but also the men, mostly, and
women of our community who are usually unable to get their car washed at this
time of year."

"But Mr. Jones, it's so cold outside."

The man glared at Shannon in disgust.

"I am going to ignore that indiscretion of speaking out of turn Miss Malone
because I know that you are under a lot of strain and I am a Christian man. Do
not try it again however."

The naked girl bowed her head, her face flushed in anger but she said nothing
else.

"I am not stupid enough to endanger your lives by making this happen outside,
though the alternative is not exactly a Hawaiian Island. We will have the car
wash in the bus port. Also, the day is expected to get up to high 40s today so
we should be okay. Before we go out and get this started, you girls need to sign
this paper. This is the generic paper signed before all community service
projects, about liability, etc. Just sign it and we can be on our way."

The girl naively signed the paper without reading it, causing Mr. Jones to
smirk. You think these girls especially would know better than just sign
something without reading it.

"Okay, follow me please. Miss Bartlett, please leave your bag here. You may come
get it in a few hours when you are done."

A few hours! Both girls' shoulders sagged when they heard that. This punishment
was going to seem like forever.

The girls followed the principal, who was dressed in khackis and a long-sleeve
fleece. The halls were freezing as the heat was not on with no classes in
session. The naked girls knew it very well...their bare feet felt the ice-cold
tile floor...their bare breasts felt the cold, heavy drafts swinging through the
deserted halls...and their bare pussies were exposed to the elements, Shannon's
not even given the luxury of being covered by pubic hair.

They walked down past all of the lockers. Carrie felt even worse, knowing that
many of them probably contained clothes...girls' sweaters, boys' jackets,
anything that could cover her nudity...cover her shame...give her warmth.

Finally, they made it to the busport. The girls were surprised to see all 50 of
the football players, from freshmen to seniors. Shannon was especially
humiliated...this was the crowd she had hung out with...fellow jocks...the team
she had cheered for as the head cheerleader. Was it really just two months ago
that she been in uniform, on the sidelines for the big state championship? She
felt like she had been nude for way longer than that. Her mind now recalled how
that uniform felt on her...she remembered being a bit unhappy that it was as
revealing as it was. The skirts were ultrashort and the tops had a bare midriff.
They all wore ankle socks so more was bare than covered but man, how she wished
for that much cover now, when she wasn't even allowed to wrap a towel around
herself after a shower.

Mr. Jones led them right into the area where the football players stood.
"Gentlemen, I think you know these ladies. Shannon and Carrie are on punishment
and part of that is to help you with this activity. Please do not pity
them...they deserve this duty today. Is that clear?"

The boys nodded. Judging by the looks on their faces, there wasn't any thoughts
of pitying these girls. They were out for blood and wanted to humiliate these
girls, especially their former friend Shannon, the beautiful girl who had
rebuffed many of their advances. She was not quite such the uppity bitch that
she had been before.

The truth was, Shannon was far from an uppity bitch. She had rebuffed many of
them but not in a mean way. She was a strong, independent woman who was not
about to give herself to any boy that wanted it. Now, she was far from that
image. She was a naked, scared, overwhelmed little girl.

Coach Lapey walked over to where the principal stood with the girls.

"Shannon, it's VERY nice to see you again. I'm sorry, I don't believe I know
you," the man said to Carrie, holding his hand out to shake hers. "I am Coach
Lapey and you are Carrie Bartlett. Well, it certainly a pleasure, a real
pleasure."

The girl noticed that he was certainly taking great pleasure in staring at her
bare body, a fact that he concealed even less than his players had. She was
afraid of what the next few hours would hold.

"Coach Lapey, would you be so kind as to send two of your players to my office
to grab the large posters please? Just look for the nude photos of these two
girls and they will know they have the right one."

"Absolutely, Jim and Bill, go and grab those posters out of the Mr. Jones'
office."

The two freshmen jumped to attention at their coach's words and hustled back
into the school building. The girls shivered as they got a good look at what was
known as the bus barn. This is where the school kept the 15 buses that
transported the students back and forth from school. There were some big ones
and a few small ones and two that were for students with disabilities. All of
these were currently being moved out onto parking lot by Joe to leave plenty of
space for the car wash.

"Girls, follow me and I'll give you an idea of the setup for this event," Coach
Lapey said. The girls followed the man, happy to be away from the leering boys,
at least for the moment.

They followed Coach Lapey towards the open door. Both girls cringed, knowing
that this would put them into view of anyone outside of the school building but
also from the cold air blowing in.

"The cars will come in this way, be washed by the two of you and then exit this
door. The guys will take the money, provide you with soap and supplies and then
direct the cars out of the bus barn. Do you understand the process?"

"You mean, we're the only ones washing the cars," Shannon asked and the coach
nodded.

"Yep, this is your community service and we really appreciate it."

The girls looked at each other, knowing that this day was about to turn even
more awful. Out of the corner of her eye, Shannon saw the boys running back with
the posters and cringed when she saw her nude photo, her legs spread, every eye
drawn to that part of her body that was supposed to be private, was supposed to
be just hers. Now, everyone driving by would see it.

It was strange to her, but the photos taken along the way had been almost as bad
as the constant nudity. At least with the nudity, her exposure was limited in
some ways...by the way she moved, how quickly she was there, could she be behind
something, what angle were you looking at her, etc. In a photo, there was no
hiding anything and the people could stop and stare as long as they pleased and
there was nothing to stop them.

"Shannon and Carrie, please go and put these signs on opposite sides of the
street so that we get people from both directions," Mr. Jones said. Both girls
groaned, knowing that meant more public exposure.

"Jim and Billy, you guys go and help the girls and then take the first shift on
the street, directing traffic. Don't worry, we'll replace you in an hour so that
you don't miss too much time with our female volunteers."

Shannon laughed inside...volunteers, yeah right!

The girls grabbed the signs and carried them out into the cold day, happy for
the minimal coverage they provided and for the fact that the sun was beginning
to peek out and warm things up a bit. Shannon volunteered to carry the one
across the street, followed close behind by the very happy freshman named Bill.
His classmate, Jim, looked just as happy behind Carrie, watching her tight butt
as she walked.

"Shannon, I really think you are cute," Bill said. The naked girl turned towards
him and smiled.

"Thanks Bill, that's sweet."

"Yeah, I always wondered what you would look like naked and now I know. And you
are every bit as hot as I imagined."

No longer sweet, now just sick, Shannon thought, but continued to smile, hoping
that maybe this boy could be an ally.

She glanced in both directions in the street, saw no cars coming and put her
bare foot onto the blacktop of the road and started to cross, holding the big
sign in front of her to provide as much coverage as she could. Obviously someone
coming the other way would have a pristine view of her ass and bare back, but at
least her breasts and pussy were covered for the time being...at least until she
put the sign in.

She got across the street and then heard the cars approaching. She heard the
familiar yells and cheers and lewd comments. The cold wind was hitting her body,
feeling like sharp needles. Her nipples were so hard they looked like they would
break with one touch. She looked up and saw Carrie struggling to place her sign
into the hard ground...obviously the wooden legs of the sign were not sharp
enough to break through the winterized ground. Finally, Jim, conveniently coming
up from behind Carrie and groping her at the same time, assisted her and the
sign was finally in place, after more than a half dozen cars had stopped to see
the naked girl and read her sign.

Shannon was a bit stronger than her friend but still struggled mightily to break
the ground. Finally Bill helped her, grazing her bare breast in the process.
Shannon looked up and saw that four or five cars were pulled over on her side as
well, getting a full view of her exertions and then reading the sign. The two
teens scampered across the street to meet up with the other two. The boys stayed
outside and began to form the cars into lines. The girls saw nine cars already
lined up.

They felt the air was a bit warmer inside the bus barn but not much.

"Girls, this is Carrie's team and this is Shannon's team," Coach Lapey said,
pointing to the two groups of roughly 15 guys each. "Their job is to make sure
the water is in the bucket and the soap is going and that you have fresh dry
towels. You will do all of the scrubbing and hosing down of the cars."

"BRING IN THE FIRST TWO CARS," he said loudly to four boys who stood at the
door.

Two large black SUVs rolled in. The girls saw that two twenty-something men were
behind the wheels, gawking at the nude girls. Shannon closed her eyes to brace
herself for the day's events.
"I'd get moving sweetie," Coach said, "or you will never make your goal."

Goal, what goal, Shannon thought as she opened her eyes, seeing Carrie on her
tip toes already soaping up the hood of the first SUV. Shannon bent over,
imagining the view that the man in the SUV was getting as she leaned over the
bucket, wringing out the sponge. She takes the sopping wet sponge, now dripping
over her bare legs and feet, and begins soaping up the hood of the man's car.
She is also on tiptoes to try and reach the middle of the hood, her breasts
occasionally scraping the cold and now wet metal. She looks up and sees the
man's eyes not on her face, but right on those breasts, watching her hard
nipples achingly rub against his hood.

Some of the soap had wiped onto her breasts but finally the entire hood was
soapy and wiped. Now she sprayed the hose, but the nozzle was loose and she
ended up as wet as the car. She began to shiver in the cold bus barn. Finally,
after almost 15 minutes of scrubbing and rinsing, the car was finished and she
was soaked, from her hair to her feet, which were walking in a film of cold
water.

She looked over and saw Carrie struggling to finish her SUV and began to feel
lucky that she was athletic and used to strain. Washing a car while nude was
very hard work. The nude girl wondered if she should go and help her equally
nude friend out.

"Shannon, over here please," said Coach Lapey. She looked over and saw five guys
standing there with thin washcloths and walked towards them.

"Stand with your legs spread and arms extended out to your sides," the coach
said softly. Without thinking, the naturally obedient girl did as commanded, now
completely exposing her bare breasts and pussy for display.

"OK, stand completely still while the boys dry you off so that we can avoid you
getting sick," the coach said. "Gentlemen, go to it."

Before Shannon could even comprehend what the coach was saying, the boys began
their assault, taking their thin towels and mauling her. Two shared her breasts,
one dried her pussy, another dried her face, back and arms and a fifth was the
lucky boy responsible for her pussy, legs and feet.

She felt their uncomfortable groping through the rough fabric, their
inexperience readily showing. There was no finesse, no thought of being
gentle...just grabbing and squeezing at her breasts. However, the boy at her
pussy was using the towel in a more gentle fashion, dabbing at her puffy lips,
lightly drying her inner thighs.

"Every time I think I've dried her thing down here, it gets wet again Coach,
what should I do," the boy, who Shannon thought was named Trevor, asked with a
shy, mocking tone.

The coach smiled. "Yes, girls have that problem, I guess you're doing it right."

Shannon didn't believe it, but these comments humiliated her even more than her
nudity did. She knew they were correct, she was getting sexually excited by his
touches and could not control her body's reactions.

He moved on down her smooth, bare legs, while his friends continued to
concentrate on her tits. She followed Trevor's commands and lifted her left foot
and the boy dried the soles of her bare feet and then her right. This was so
humiliating, her body was a bright red.

The drying was finally over and Shannon went back to work on the next car, this
one a smaller car, a Toyota. Wouldn't take nearly as long. In the meantime,
Carrie was over getting dried off, a different group of five boys taking their
turns drying her entire body. Shannon heard a moan of what seemed to be a
mixture of pleasure and frustration from where Carrie, followed by laughter as
the boys knew what was happening.

"This one really like it. Christ, her friend got soaked from our touch and this
one is moaning...two real sluts," one of the boys said. Shannon tried to control
her tears at the mean words but continued washing the car, ignoring the
college-aged man behind the wheel, getting a close-up view of her bare body.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Carrie get back to work as she finished
the Toyota. She was forced back to her drying area, where five new boys were
waiting. Again, they were rough with her, except for the boy drying her vagina,
who was doing it tenderly. She saw it was Trevor again and wondered why. Her
eyes must have given her away and he whispered, "Coach likes the way I do
it...he thinks you are going to cum."

She was mortified...her wanton sexual desire was obviously full evident to the
men in the area, who watched her with fascination, wanting her to humiliate
herself further by cumming in this terrible situation. She closed her eyes and
willed her self not to enjoy this so much but her body gave her away...she felt
her pussy soaken and heard Trevor sniff the air and say, "Ahhh," drawing the
laughter of those watching, which seemed to include everyone in the bus barn
except Carrie, who was struggling to finish the new SUV brought in.

"Lift your left foot Shannon," Trevor said softly and the girl blindly obeyed,
not even giving a thought to not following this boy's orders. Why not, she
thought, every other male is ordering me to do things, why not this one? The
drying of her soles seemed like the last straw of humiliation, the last place
that had been mostly hidden. It was as if lifting her leg in the air so that he
could dry the bottoms of her feet was the last piece of submission.

Trevor finished and she was glad to get away from him without moaning out loud
like Carrie had. Shannon moved back to the washing area and began on the minivan
that had pulled in, filled with about seven teenage boys, using mom's car on a
Saturday.

As she washed, she heard moaning from Carrie and without looking knew that the
girl was having an orgasm. She heard the boys laughing and making rude comments
but she didn't want to add to her friend's humiliation by looking up,
concentrating on her own car in front of her instead.

"OH GOD," she heard Carrie exclaim, followed by a grunt through clenched lips.
Shannon knew why...the exposure was terrible but it was hard to not think about
sex and your sex parts when they were constantly on display and all anyone ever
looked at. She had been so aroused lately, much more so than when she wore
clothes...the constant nudity saw to that. She imagined that Carrie was simply
giving into that and hoped that she could control it better but she knew it was
a losing battle.

She heard applause and was surprised to see roughly 20 men and boys in the barn
not affiliated with the football team standing there gawking. She was mortified
even more now...this day kept getting worse.

Carrie could not stop cumming...this was so much worse than the other night with
Craig...there she was being loved, made to cum by someone who cared for her, who
wanted her to feel pleasure. Yes it was in public, but not to humiliate her...to
make her feel like a woman. But now, with this boy pushing his towel-covered
finger into her pussy and rubbing up and down her lips, her body took
over...despite her brain's strenuous objection, her body responded.

Now her body shook but not from the cold this time...she was hot, starting in
her pussy and working through her whole body. The boy removed his hand from her
vagina and dried her legs. She tried to block it out but all of her energy and
all of her thoughts were focused between her legs. Meekly, she raised each leg
as ordered so that the boy (Christ, she didn't even know his name) could dry the
soles of her feet, a humiliating exercise in and of itself.

The rest of the day went that way. Carrie came three more times, Shannon
twice...neither girl could help it. They were being constantly prodded, poked
and mocked by the football players and the onlookers. The coach protected them
most of the time, but occasionally he would drift away, leaving his charges
alone in command of the girls.

In five hours, the girls managed to wash 35 cars at $20 a piece. When 2 p.m.
hit, the scheduled end of the car wash, just two cars remained. The girls had
raised $700 and where given permission to finish the last two cars, bringing
their total up to $740, the most ever raised for a charity car wash at the high
school, especially with only two people washing.

Coach Lapey counted the cash collected. "Whoa, what a great day. $740 is a
record. Thank you ladies so much. It's a shame that you didn't reach your goal
but you gave a heck of an effort."

Both girls looked at the man questioningly.

"Mr. Jones didn't tell you girls that your goal was to raise $1,000 did he? What
a bastard he is! HA! Well, you signed the paper so you are stuck with it."

The girls stood there, not knowing what to do. They hurt terribly, arms and legs
in great pain from all of the washing. The girls had washed nearly two dozen
cars apiece and still had failed to reach this goal.

"Why are you girls standing there. Mr. Jones wants you in his office
immediately. Thanks again."

Oh God, Shannon thought, what more could happen. But at least they could leave
this cold barn and get away, for however brief a time, from all of these eyes.
It was 2:30 and both girls were complete messes and Carrie had to be at the
theater by 3 and Shannon had a game at 4:30.

The two nudes walked silently towards Mr. Jones' office...before they made the
final turn down the hallway, Shannon turned and grabbed her friend in a huge
bearhug and both girls started sobbing.

Finally, they gained composure... "it was awful, wasn't it," Carrie asked. They
continued on their journey to the principal's office. Mr. Jones waved them in
and commanded Shannon to kneel in her normal position while Carrie stood there.

"Miss Bartlett, are you better than your friend? Do you think you deserve to
stand while she kneels?" The girl shook her head no and dropped to her knees,
implying his order.

The man was holding a piece of paper. "well, I heard that you two raised
$740...not bad for five hours of work. However, it fell well short of the $1,000
mark that we set here in the contract that both of you signed. Doesn't it say
that Miss Malone. The man held the paper out so that Shannon could see it. The
nude girl nodded.

"Words Miss!"

"Yes Mr. Jones, it says $1,000."

"Good girl...see you can follow orders, even though you failed to reach your
goal. Do either of you know the consequences? I assume you do since you read it
in the paper you signed."

Both girls frowned as neither had read the contract.

"Neither of you read this piece of paper. Pity. Well, first, you will be
punished during all three lunch periods, 4th though 6th periods, Monday, Tuesday
and Wednesday. I don't think you will enjoy it. Plus, you will be here the next
four Saturdays to help in other fund raising activities. I hope you do better
then. Dismissed."

The girls got up and stumbled out of the office, both desperately afraid of wht
was in store for them at school.

"Want to grab some lunch," Carrie asked. "I could go and throw on my clothes and
run to McDonald's or something."

The nude friend nodded and the duo set off to find Carrie's clothes. They found
the bag in the boiler room and Carrie threw on her stuff and went to the fast
food restaurant. While she waited, Shannon went to a side bathroom, needing to
pee. She squatted over the toilet, not wanting her private parts to touch the
grimy seat.

As she finished, she felt the horny feeling come back...she never came as hard
as she wanted in that bus barn...she held back, not wanting to put on too much
of a show. Now, with her fingers spreading her pussy lips, she started to rub
her raised clit...she rubbed and within seconds, the feelings started shooting
up and down her body. She rubbed her harder, using her other fingers to rub up
and down and then inside her pussy lips...she imagined it was Trevor doing it,
right here, then shook her head and it was Mark, her sweet boyfriend who had yet
to pressure her for sex...and she came again, right there in the boiler room
bathroom.

CLAP! CLAP! "Bravo Miss Malone, what a horny little thing you are," said joe,
the large custodian. "I was surprised when I heard the sound of something
tinkling in my toilet but imagine my shock when I saw a beautiful little girl
squatting over it, peeing. And then to watch her cum right here, well all of my
years working here have been worth it now."

BANG! BANG! BANG! "That would be Miss Bartlett...I'll slink away and pretend
this never happened. But we will know, won't we Shannon. Oh and don't forget to
remind her to strip in here and leave her clothes. Mr. Jones would not be very
happy if she walked in dressed would he?"

The girl was now sobbing, not even allowed to enjoy one private moment in this
awful day. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and flushed the toilet. The
pounding got more insistent and she rushed over to open the door, letting her
friend in. The smell of the fries thankfully overpowered the smell of her sex
juices and she took the bag from her friend's hands.

"Um, don't forget to strip again. Mr. Jones would kill you if you didn't."

"Oh Christ, I almost forgot, thanks."

And she got nude again, leaving the bag in the boiler room and the two naked
girls headed for the relative quiet of the girls' locker room and ate their
lunch, chatting about life, trying to remember a time before they were naked.
After a while some of Shannon's basketball friends arrived and Carrie left to
meet the rest of the theater crew. Both cringed when they thought of Monday and
Carrie remembered that there was the issue of Tracey's nudity to deal with. But
first, there was a game to play and a show to put on. Somehow, both girls made
it work, with the basketball team winning again and the play getting a standing
ovation, but both were exhausted as Carrie drove Shannon home that night.

"Thanks for the ride, I'll talk to you tomorrow," a very naked Shannon Malone
said to her now dressed friend.

"Yeah...and Shannon, I hate what's happening, but I'm sure glad we going through
it together."

For the first time that day, Shannon smiled, even though it was a weak one. "I
know, me too. Bye."

The nude girl sprinted up the steps and into the warmth of her house, glad that
this day was almost over. Carrie drove off, feeling weird in clothes after going
without for more than 14 hours. Her non-driving hand wandered down beneath her
skirt as she went, playing absentmindedly with her bare puss. She thought about
the day and the orgasms and then the play...and she thought about Tracey. Her
orgasm luckily came at a stoplight and she was able to get home without a crash,
stripping when she entered the front door, with only Tracey home to see her. She
was thinking about telling her younger sister about the nudity thing, but the
girl was off and talking about a boy she had met at the play who thought she was
a senior and Carrie thought better of it, preferring to wait a day.

PART 77

Carrie wanted to get away but couldn't...how did she end up in this deli...all
she could see was her bare legs spread in front of her and she smelled pickles.
She wanted to shout out for help but nothing came out of her mouth.

"Boy this new pickle warmer is awesome...so realistic...almost like a real
pussy," the man suddenly standing in front of her said to another.

"You're right...let's try it out."

The girl struggled mightily but could not move...then saw the man lift a large
pickle and move it towards her spread pussy lips.

"NOOO!!!" she cried, knowing that the object was way too wide to fit inside of
her. But the men heard nothing and began to part her pussy lips and stuff the
pickle in...the pain was intense but she felt the betrayal of her body and she
came while the huge invader went into her hole. She felt her thighs quiver and
her pussy spasm around the cold, soft pickle.

"Christ, it came just like a real girl too, look at those pussy lips. Man this
is a great invention."

Their reaction caught the store like wildfire and soon everyone was coming over
to stuff pickles into her vulnerable, wide-open pussy...she tried to cry out for
help because it was awful while being awesome at the same time. She kept cumming
and could not stop...

"Let's try two pickles..." NOOOOO!!!

"Carrie! CARRIE!!! WAKE UP!"

The girl shook her head and came to, realizing that she was not really in that
grimy deli but in her bed...completely open, her covers long ago thrown to the
floor, her hand buried in her snatch and her legs spread. She looked up and saw
her brother shaking her, touching her bare shoulder. She sat up quickly, a
little lost in a fog, closed her legs and brought her knees up against her body,
trying to shield herself from the boy's line of sight.

"Carrie, Christ, snap out of it, it's me Phil."

The girl's eyes started to focus on the boy in front of her and he could see her
whole expression change.

"Jesus, Phil, what a dream I just had."

"I bet, I saw your hand moving pretty good down there. Almost didn't want to
wake you but thought I had to."

The nude girl blushed...even though her brother had seen all of her body, this
was the first time she had ever been so wantonly displayed in his presence.

"Shake it off, it didn't bother me none," the boy said, smiling. "I wanted to
wake you because I had an idea about how to get Tracey nude today."

The boy began whispering a plan in his naked sister's ear. Carrie kept nodding,
not liking the idea but thinking the plan could work.

"Okay, so we'll do it during breakfast, right," Phil asked softly.

"Yeah," Carrie said. "This whole thing sucks but I believe you when you say that
you will take care of things Phil. I'm trusting you."

The boy nodded and left the room, leaving Carrie alone with her thoughts. She
thought about how weird her dream was and was bothered that she had zero
privacy...now even her dreams were apparent to the world...her brother knew what
she was doing and the basic gist of her erotic dream.

She crawled out of bed, noticing some pain in her vagina, wondering how rough
she had been on herself during the night. Obviously, judging by the smell in her
room, she had been very busy with her fingers. She looked down and saw her
juices caked on and nearly gagged. Maybe she really was a slut, she thought.

She heard the music playing in Tracey's room and realized that she must be awake
and getting ready for church. Carrie remembered that her mom and dad were going
to be away all day, leaving her, Phil and Tracey alone until late that night.
Phil was right, today was the day to trap Tracey.

Part of her wanted to just tell Tracey and ask her for help...maybe the girl
would go along with it. But, another part of her knew that Phil's plan was
probably the way to go.

She slid into the bathroom, realizing for the millionth time how naked she was
and how that made her different. There was nothing to take off while she waited
for the water to warm so she stood in front of the mirror, giving her body the
long once over. Why not, she thought, everyone else was seeing her body, why not
her?

When Carrie looked into the mirror, she was surprised to see roughly the same
body that had been there before her naked punishment. She felt so different on
the inside, she was a bit taken aback to see that the outside was almost the
same. Her nipples, which always felt so hard to the point of being a bit
painful, looked the same as they always did. The only slight difference was her
pussy lips, which seemed puffier and redder than they used to be.

She felt the steam start to filter out beyond the shower curtain and stepped in,
luxuriating in the warm water splashing over her. She washed her hair and shaved
all of the key areas, her legs, underarms and trimmed her pubic hair so that it
looked neat (why she did this she had no idea!). She then took the shower head
massager off of the hook and placed it between her legs, letting the water
squirt up against her puffy, aching pussy lips. She gasped and then
moaned...realizing that she was much more sensitive than she had ever imagined.
Her legs began to shake and she fell back against the slick tile wall as the
orgasm washed over her.

"Carrie, are you alright," she heard Tracey say.

"I'm fine," Carrie said in a shaky reply. Christ, am I never allowed to orgasm
alone again, she wondered. She finished washing up and turned off the water,
wringing her hair out in the tub. She grabbed the towel and dried herself, being
careful not to wrap it around her and break the rule, even though there was no
one around to see her. It was now so ingrained into the girl's psyche that she
didn't even think about wrapping that warm, fluffy towel around her for cover.

She took a few minutes putting on the minimal amount of makeup that she wore and
pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Although letting her hair fall naturally
would have covered more of her, she hated how she looked like that. The ponytail
was more her style.

She left the bathroom and hurried downstairs. She knew that the plan called for
her and Tracey to leave the house and go to mass at 9:30. They would then return
home and have breakfast where she and Phil would lay their trap for their
unsuspecting sister.

"I started the car so it would warm up," Tracey said, reappearing in the foyer
with a heavy ski jacket on. "I wasn't sure what you would be wearing so I
figured I would help out."

Carrie thanked her sister and saw a pile of clothes on the bottom step with a
note.

"Carrie, wear this today. I won't tell and I think you deserve a break. Phil."

She saw a heavy sweater and jeans folded with a bra and panties lying on top.
Next to the pile was a pair of socks and sneakers. She silently thanked her
brother and grabbed the soft, cotton bra. She used to hate bras, feeling
confined in them. Now, as she pulled it on, snapped it shut and shifted it
around so that the cups were over her breasts, she was beyond happy.

Tracey came in and gasped. "What are you doing in that?"

"Phil left it for me...said he wouldn't tell and I didn't think you would mind
right?"

Though she seemed surprised that their brother would be so nice Tracey just
nodded. She sat there while her formerly naked sister put on the other clothes,
luxuriating in the feel of her bra and panties, something so simple to other
girls but a real treat to her after being without them for nearly a week. Then
the jeans and finally the sweater and she was covered from neck to ankle. She
sat down and slipped her socks and sneaks on and was covered except for her face
and hands for the first time since last Monday morning.

"Carrie, I don't feel right about this. Daddy said you weren't allowed to wear a
bra or panties for three weeks and no pants...you might get in trouble."

"You have no idea what it's like being naked all the time and being on display
at all times. It sucks Trace, absolutely sucks. Give me one freaking hour to be
dressed like a normal girl will you for chrissakes."

Carrie's words were almost spat out at her younger sister, who stood in shock,
having never heard her sister speak like that to anyone, especially not her.
They had always been best friends.

"Carrie, I'm sorry," Tracey said in a very low voice. "I didn't realize..."

Carrie grunted, threw on her coat and was out the door, into the waiting warmth
of her car. Tracey followed closely behind, her mind whirling. She knew that
Carrie's nudity must be bad but she had no idea of the depths of it. In fact, it
looked kind of fun at times and she fantasized about it being her nude at
school.

The two drove to church in silence, the music playing providing the only sound
in the car. Every so often Tracey would look at her big sister, looking so odd
in the comfy clothes, her legs out of sight for the first time in nearly a week.
Each time, she saw anger in Carrie's eyes as the girl looked straight ahead, her
eyes on the road.

Finally they pulled into the church parking lot and Carrie pulled into a parking
space. She put the car into park and was about to leave when she was stopped by
Tracey.

"Carrie, please, let's get past this. I am really sorry about what I said. I
didn't realize how awful it must be for you. I wasn't trying to make you feel
worse."

Carrie stopped and calmed herself.

"I think you have been enjoying me being naked," she said softly. "You can feel
superior to me when I am that way, the first time you have been able to feel
that way with me. You want me naked all the time don't you?"

The girls stared at each other, Carrie's face filled with anger and Tracey's
registering shock.

"I do not-," Tracey stammered.

"Stop it, you do...you love it. You try and pretend you are there for me, but
you're not. You love it."

Tracey was stunned, but not at the allegations. The fact was, she was secretly
happy to have her sister be humiliated. It certainly made her look better. She
had always wanted to be superior to her sister but she was shocked that Carrie
had seen through her.

Carrie opened the car door and got out of the car before her sister could
answer. Tracey quietly got out herself, following her sister into church. They
sat towards the back on the left side of the large building. Carrie was so happy
to be dressed normally that much of her anger towards Tracey was gone. She sat
and tried to pray quietly in the church that she had gone to her whole life.

She heard it before she saw it but experience told her that Shannon was nearby.
She turned and saw her very naked friend slide into the pew next to her,
followed closely by Brighid, Jim and their parents. Shannon grabbed Carrie's
hand tight and Carrie looked at her with a smile. However, a part of Carrie was
unhappy at Shannon's presence. She was enjoying just blending in with the rest
of the congregants and now everyone was looking her way, though she had to admit
no one was looking at her.

Shannon looked over at her best friend and was surprised at the lukewarm
reception she had gotten. After all they had been through, she was hoping for
some support. She was shocked to see Carrie wearing jeans and a sweater, her
legs hidden from view for the first time in a week.

The nude girl had a lot of problems this morning...in addition to being the only
naked person in this house of God, she was also extremely horny. The day before
she had experienced orgasms but only superficial ones...they had teased her body
and she had been on display, but not one of the orgasms was fulfilling. She felt
an uncomfortable itch in her pussy and had tried to scratch it herself but she
just couldn't satisfy herself...she needed someone to do it for her. Mark was
away for the weekend and she would probably not see her until the next
week...she could never last that long in this condition.

"Can you come with me to the bathroom," Shannon whispered to Carrie. The last
thing Carrie wanted was to walk around with her naked friend but she nodded.
They stood up together and Carrie felt every eye in the church on them and she
cringed. She desperately wanted to blend in today, to enjoy being dressed like a
normal girl.

They went out of the church and down into the auditorium where all of their
dances had been held when they were young girls. Both had fond memories of the
room, of being with their friends, of dancing with boys, of the flirting and the
fun. Neither could now believe that one of them was naked here.

They went into one of the bathrooms hidden back behind a stage. Shannon felt
there was less of a chance of them being seen.

"Carrie, I have an unbelievably huge favor to ask," she said after the two had
entered the bathroom.

Carrie saw Shannon's swollen nipples and looked down to see her puffy pussy
lips. Shannon's face was red and looked strained.

"Sure Shannon anything," she said, trying to help her friend.

"Um, well, this is beyond anything we have ever done before, are you sure you
are up to anything?"

Carrie swallowed hard. What could it be? How bad could this favor get?

"Uh, yeah Shannon, though you are starting to scare me."

Shannon looked down in humiliation at what she was about to ask. "Carrie, I need
you to help me cum."

Carrie's face registered the shock that Shannon expected, though the naked girl
did not dare look up at her friend. Instead, her vision focused on her bare feet
on the tiled floor. There was no noise in the room, just complete and
uncomfortable silence.

Finally, Shannon felt the need to speak. "It wouldn't mean anything, like no
lezzie stuff. It's just a physical need after all that happened yesterday with
the boys in the car wash and then the game, I just can't get there alone and I
have no one else to ask."

Carrie came out of her thoughts and looked at Shannon. She saw the great
humiliation coming from her best friend and knew the feeling. She saw the need
in her as well, the need to past this awful thing...Carrie had been able to cum
with her own hands but had known that yearning feeling.

"OK, I'll do it," she said softly. Shannon's face shined...she wasn't going to
be ridiculed, especially not from her best friend. Instead, she was going to get
help.

Carrie walked up to Shannon and softly guided her into a bathroom stall and
closed the door. She dropped to her knees and gently began to play with her
friend's lips...Shannon moaned and gasped. Carrie pushed her finger inside and
began to touch the front inside wall of Shannon's vagina. Though it felt weird
having her finger up another girl's pussy, Carrie knew the place where Shannon
needed to be touched...she knew the exact spot on her...about an inch above the
opening on the front wall.

Carrie moved her finger up and then felt Shannon stiffen. She looked up and saw
the girl looking straight ahead, her eyes glassy, her mouth open but no noise
coming out. She felt the girl's pussy spasm over and over and her body shake.
She kept touching that spot, massaging it with her finger and finally release
happened for Shannon who stuffed her fingers into her own mouth to keep from
yelling out in passion.

It ended with the naked girl slumped over in relief but her face registered with
a smile. Carrie pulled her now soaked finger out of her friend's soaking hot
sex.

"Carrie, thank you so much...I needed that so bad."

"You're welcome, but let's not do this again okay," she answered, smiling.

"No, I owe you one."

"Seriously Shannon, I'll let Craig handle this area for me, though I might take
you up on it if I ever really need it."

The girls washed up, Carrie her finger and Shannon her now sticky sex, and went
back up to the church with mass having started.

PART 78

Carrie and Tracey were driving home in uncomfortable silence...Tracey was dying
to ask what had happened when Carrie and Shannon had left. Both had come back
looking strange and Tracey thought she noticed a smell.

Trying to pray at mass with a very naked girl standing two spots over from her
had been hard for Tracey...she didn't go to school with Carrie and Shannon so
she hadn't had much experience with nudity, just what she had seen from Carrie.
For now realized how bad it could be...she had seen the looks from all of the
people, especially the boys. The leering, the absolute staring...and few were
staring at the girl's face, she had noticed. She saw them looking at poor
Shannon's bare breasts as she stood there and then at her bare slit and ass when
she was leaving church. It must have been awful for the girl, especially running
to the family car as the temperature was below freezing this morning.

Carrie pulled the car into the driveway and got out, heading up into the house,
Tracey close behind. The older girl removed her coat and started up the stairs
still dressed when she stopped and remembered her punishment. She came back down
and asked Tracey for permission to strip, as had been dictated by her father.

The younger girl nodded and Carrie shed her wonderful normal clothes. She pulled
her socks off one at a time and then unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her
long, white legs. She hesitated at what to remove next and finally decided on
her blouse, being unused to having panties on at all. She decided to keep her
pussy covered for at least a little longer and unbuttoned her blouse and slid it
down her arms.

Carrie reached behind her and unclasped her bra and removed it, tears flowing
down her face...the hour she had worn the garments had made it worse and she
yearned for clothes even more now. Finally all that remained were her panties
and she slid them down. She was once again a very naked girl.

She left her clothes in a pile and went into the kitchen where Phil was cooking
breakfast.

"Ready for our plan," he whispered. Carrie nodded, "Very ready," she said.

"TRACEYYY!!! BREAKFAST," Phil yelled to his sister. Carrie sat down, feeling the
cold, hard wood of the chair against her newly bare butt.

She looked up when she heard her sister's footsteps in the kitchen and
gasped...the younger girl was completely naked, her bare feet barely making a
sound on the tiled kitchen floor.

Phil was speechless, staring at this girl who he always thought of as a little
girl but was certainly much more than that. It was almost comical, from a movie
Tracey thought, the way he stood there with his mouth open and his hands slack,
almost dropping the food he was carrying.

Tracey had sat in the foyer, trying to figure out how to make this right with
her big sister. She wanted to give her a hug and apologize for wanting to feel
superior and tell her how bad she felt. She wanted to make it all go away.

Then it hit her...the only way to make it right was to take away that thing that
caused her to have any superiority...she would spend the rest of the day naked.

Quietly, she kicked off her clogs and, using her toes, removed her socks. She
unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, revealing a pair of long, toned legs
that rivaled any other girl her age. Her shirt was short so her pastel blue
cotton panties were on display and they were pulled up tight, with her lips
pressing up against them.

Although she was showing more than she ever had, barring a bathing suit, she
still was more covered than most girls her age frequently are. She had never
been outside of her room or the bathroom in this state of undress but she was
still covered. Knowing that she had to go all the way, she pulled her top up
over her head, putting her full teen breasts, covered in a sports bra, on
display.

She pulled that off over her head as well, knowing that she needed to go all the
way. Her 34C breasts, bigger than even her sister and among the biggest for any
girl her age, popped free and her nipples hardened almost immediately, both from
the cold and the arousal...she had never felt like this before.

The bent over and slid off her panties and stood naked in a very public area of
her house, her clothes now piled next to her sister's signaling to anyone that
walked in that two teenage girls were now nude.

She walked over to Carrie, who was drinking the scene in herself.

"Carrie, I did this for you...I will stay naked for you for the rest of the day.
I just want you to forgive me."

Carrie stood up and wrapped her arms around her sister, tears streaming down her
face.

"Oh God, I forgive you. I can't believe you did this just for me. You are
amazing."

"I'm so glad," Tracey said, now crying herself. "I am so sorry about what's been
happening, I just want you to love me again."

The sight of the two nude girls embracing caused Phil to get instantly aroused,
a fact plainly obvious by looking at his crotch where his now erect penis was
pressing painfully against his pants.

"Well, this is an unexpected treat," he said aloud. "Man, am I glad I'm home
today."

"You know Phil, you could join us," Carrie said playfully. "Might make that
little thing, I mean, big thing, feel better."

Both girls giggled but Phil was shaking his head. "Oh no, that's okay. I'll just
be a spectator this time."

The three siblings sat down to a nice breakfast, the nudity of the two teen
girls the only thing setting this apart from so many other meals around the
area.

As they ate, Phil observed his sisters...this was better than he had ever
expected. He would never act on these thoughts...they were his sisters after
all, but what normal boy his age would not drink in their nudity and love every
second of it?

Breakfast was over and Phil left his sisters to clean up. He went and got the
camera and took pictures of his sister, focusing on Tracey of course, since they
probably already had enough of Carrie. Through his lens he saw the incredible
beauty of his younger sister, her shapely curved ass, her pert and full breasts
and an almost hairless pussy with two large puffy lips.

As the girls finished drying the plates, Phil went to his room to download the
photos and send them to Don, hoping that this would end this little episode.
What had started as a fun way of humiliating his sisters had turned bad and he
felt awful about it. He hoped he could trust Don and the other guys to keep
their word but he was afraid that the pics would soon be all over the Internet.

Tracey was unaware that this was happening and was just trying to get used to
being naked in her house. She was so glad that it was just Carrie with her now.
Phil was a problem and she wished he were gone, but having their younger sisters
with Mom and Dad made it easier. Carrie of course had been nude in front of
everyone, including their older siblings who had moved out but had come running
home the minute they heard about her punishment...their brother Jason for
obvious reasons and sister Mindy to be of some support. Both had experienced
their fathers "unique" punishments over the years, including Mindy who was not
allowed to wear tampons one period because she had left the wrapper on the
bathroom floor after inserting one. She had bled all over her panties and
uniform, causing teasing that survived through her graduation.

Now Carrie was trying to survive her father's imagination and Tracey was living
a little of it. Carrie knew what her sister must be going through, the new
sensations, the feeling of the breeze drifting through the house and touching
every part of her body, the feeling of the cold wood on her bare body, the
feeling of the fabric of the couch or the bed or the rug on bare flesh that had
rarely if ever felt that fabric. And a bit of the humiliation of being naked at
all times.

Both girls knew that it was different for Carrie than Tracey. The younger girl's
nudity was self-imposed and would not be long lasting. Carrie's was put on her
by her father and she did not have a say in when it ended. But at least Tracey
would have an inkling of how it felt to be on display all the time.

Just before dinner, Phil announced that they needed some things at the store and
he was going to go. Tracey agreed to go with him and went to her pile of
clothes.

"What are you doing," he asked.

"Putting my clothes on so I could go with you."

"No, that's not the deal, you agreed to be naked the whole day didn't you?"

"Yeah, but not outside. That wasn't part of the deal."

"Oh yes it was," Phil replied. "You said, I am going to be naked for you all
day, didn't you?"

Tracey started to cry, knowing that she was trapped. "Fine then I'm not going."

"But now you have to. Carrie will tell you that she is not allowed to not do
something simply because of her nudity. Remember the play."

Tracey looked at her sister who had her head bowed. "He's right Tracey, I
couldn't stop doing the play simply because I was nude."

Tears flowed out of the girl's eyes and down her cheeks as she realized she was
beat. She could stop this now but knew that she would lose the respect of Carrie
if she did...she had agreed to spend the day like Carrie and she was now about
to experience public nudity like her sister never had.

CHAPTER 79

Tracey walked towards the front door and felt the cold air hit her bare body for
the first time...she was completely nude and about to go to the food store with
her leering older brother.

"Tracey, go out to the car, I need to talk to Phil for a second," she heard her
older sister say.

While the newly public nude scampered out into the cold day and to the car,
Carrie was admonishing her brother.

"I thought you were done with all of this crap Phil, you tricked her into doing
this," she said.

"Wait a second, she agreed to do it. It's only fair Carrie, she wants to know
what it is like to be you. This is part of it."

Carrie weighed that for a moment. A part of her was glad to see her sister get a
taste for the public humiliation that she had endured, but another part of her
was scared for her sister.

"But I never have to be naked in public like this," she said, her argument
waning.

"No, but you do at school and you were nearly nude at that restaurant, so this
is close. She doesn't have to be nude at school...actually she's getting off
easy."

"That's not true and you know it. Just take care of her. A little humiliation
but nothing more, please."

He raised his hand and said, "I swear to God, I will not let it get crazy and no
one will touch her."

He turned and walked out of the house and down to the car. This was just too
perfect, he thought. He got into his small Pontiac and saw his sister sitting in
the passenger seat, her knees clamped together, her arms folded over her forming
breasts. She was down as low in the seat as she could go.

"Trace, relax...this won't be too bad."

"Right Phil, so you'll be stripping too and walking around so everyone can see
your thing. No, I didn't think so, so let's skip the lecture on it not being
that bad and try and get it over with."

That steeled the boy's resolve...he was going to make her go through every
second of this humiliation. He had thought that he might just let her stay in
the car, but now she was going in and shopping totally.

He drove slowly, pulling up to cars higher than them and giving a short honk.
That turned all eyes towards them and that brought the attention that Tracey so
desperately wanted to avoid. She closed her eyes but heard the yells coming,
even through her closed window. What was it about the sight of a naked girl that
brought out the disgusting animal in men, she thought. She had seen it at church
with Shannon, she had seen it at home with Carrie. Even when her sister was
wearing just the sexy clothes, she felt the way men stared at her.

And what a sight she was. Her smooth, pale skin almost glowed in the twilight
and her pert nipples stood straight out from her body. She was a gorgeous girl
just starting to bloom into a woman. No one would have imagined that she was
still a virgin, not with that body.

Of course Phil parked the car as far away from the store as he could in the
parking lot. He put the car in park and said, "let's go" and Tracey felt the
cold winter air hit her bare body. She didn't want to go but was afraid to be
left out here by herself. She looked out the window and saw Phil already halfway
to the store. In fear she threw the door open and rushed out of the car.

Her bare feet hurt on the cold asphalt as she ran to catch up with her older
brother. She finally made it and hooked her arm in his.

"Please Phil, don't leave me."

The boy felt the naked girl press against his side and smiled. He felt a little
bit bad for her but remembered that she had been a jerk a few seconds ago.

"Just close to me and I won't let anyone hurt you," he said.

They got to the store without anyone seeing, at least they didn't think so.
Shortly they were under the canopy of the store, it's bright lights shining down
on the very naked girl and her brother.

"Go grab a cart, I'll meet you in there," Phil said.

Tracey did not want to separate but saw no chance of winning an argument...Phil
was obviously in control here. She ran down the row, her bare feet now slapping
against the pavement, grabbed a cart and pushed it towards the door. She felt
the cold plastic of the handle rub against her bare breasts and winced. It was
cold out here...how did Shannon do it all the time?

She felt the cold of the sidewalk against her bare feet and then the whoosh of
hot air as she entered the supermarket. She shivered, not from the cold outside
but from what awaited her inside.

The tile in the supermarket felt so strange...she figured that hardly anyone
would have ever been barefoot in a supermarket. She entered into the produce
section and cringed when she saw her naked breasts on display in the mirrors
over the fruit. Oh God, she was completely naked in a supermarket!

She saw Phil talking to a man in an apron and he motioned her over. She tried to
walk with her head up, proud of her body, but she was so scared her legs shook.
She was so happy to have the cart to hold on to.

"Tracey, this is KT, my friend from school," Phil said.

"My friends call me KT. It is very nice to meet you." She nodded at the boy was
staring directly at her breasts with their erect nipples pointing right at him.
He hadn't even looked at her face and she knew he was going to make her life
miserable.
"Your sister's kind of quiet, almost rude I would say," the boy said to Phil.

"Tracey, KT's a friend. Please be nice," Phil said to his sister.

"Sorry, very nice to meet you too K.T."

"No, I said my friends call me K.T. You can call me Taylor," he spat out at her.
"A little naked girl like you is not my friend."

Tears started to fill her eyes at his hateful words. It wasn't so much what he
said but the way he said it, degrading her, making her feel like a slut, like a
lesser being than him.

"Hey KT, wait a second, that's my sister."

"I know Phil, but she's walking in here naked and then she's rude to me."

"I see your point, but she's still my sister."

"Alright, I'm sorry little Tracey for making you cry." The two boys started to
laugh at her and that forced more tears. Normally she would have stood up to
these boys, but she felt so vulnerable standing here nude in public with them
standing there fully clothed.

"Tracey, here's the list. Go and get the stuff while I chat with KT here."

"Phil, please no..."

"Trace, I'll be there in a second. I just wanted to talk to KT for a second."

"Yeah honey, don't be such a baby...those tits certainly don't look like they
belong to a baby. Your body looks like a woman but you are crying like a little
girl," Taylor said, provoking laughter from the two boys.

Tracey pushed her cart away, torn between wanting to be away from that awful man
and from needing to be close to her brother, who was also her protector. She
could barely make out the list through her teary eyes but she could make out the
outlines of several people stopping to look at her and her nudity.

"What a fucking slut," she heard a woman say.

"Fuck, look at that body...what I would do to fuck that," a man said. She went
on autopilot, grabbing the vegetables and the fruit needed in the produce aisle.
She tried not to, but she saw her nudity reflected in the mirrors again. She saw
her nipples, threatening to explode they were so hard...she saw her flushed
cheeks and the fact that the redness seeped down to her breasts. In some areas,
she saw her pussy, trimmed for swimming season to just a stripe over pink, puffy
lips.

And she saw the crowd gathering. She saw there were roughly 30 people now in the
produce section and she seemed to be the only one shopping. The rest were
watching her, pointing at her, laughing at her. She needed to get out. As she
reached for some carrots, the spray over the veggies went on and she got soaked.
The spray bounced off the carrots and soaked her entire body. She tried to pull
away but the surprise left her standing there getting soaked. Finally, she felt
hands grab her around her waist and pull her away from the water.

"Are you alright," she heard a voice say. She felt the hands turn her around and
she came face to face with a gorgeous boy. "Tracey, are you okay?"

She now made out the face of a boy in her class. It was Andrew Drummond. She had
the biggest crush on him but she never thought he paid her any attention. Now
she had all of his attention and she didn't want any of it.

"Tracey, please, snap out of it."

She blinked her eyes and focused on him. Andrew's face showed signs of concern.
She looked behind him and most of the crowd seemed equally worried.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. I don't know what happened."

She saw the boy breathe a sigh of relief.

"Jesus, I knew there had to be some reason you were naked. You must have zoned
out, here take my apron and my sweatshirt," Andrew said, removing his top
clothes and trying to wrap them around the nude girl.

"No, Andrew, I can't. I have to stay naked."

The crowd watching gasped. Andrew turned and waved everyone off, blocking their
view of Tracey with his body and pulling her and her cart into a storeroom, away
from people's views. The crowd began to disperse now that the show seemed over.

"Tracey, what the hell is going on here," he said, trying to keep his voice low.
This area was reserved for employees only and he could only imagine the uproar
if anyone found out he had brought a naked teenager into the back.

Tracey began to cry again as she related the whole story to this boy, who was
now her savior besides hardly ever speaking to her in school. She felt her hair
matted against her forehead from the spray...she felt the water forming little
drops on her breasts and shoulders and arms, causing her flesh to crawl with
goosebumps.

"Here," Andrew said softly, handing her a clean, dry towel.

"Thank you for saving me Andrew," she said softly while she dried the spray off
her body and rubbed the towel through her hair. "I didn't think you knew I
existed."

The boy smiled. "I knew...more than you probably know. I watch you when you come
in here with your sister or your mom. And at school. You are so cool and pretty,
I just didn't have the guts to talk to you. And then, when you came in nude, I
couldn't believe it. I mean, I had imagined it, but, Oh God, sorry. I think I
said too much."

Now it was Tracey's turn to smile. "No, you didn't say too much. I think you
said just the right amount."

The two teens looked at each other, the naked girl and her clothed savior.

"well, I guess I'd better finish shopping and get out of this mess. Thanks again
for saving me Andrew. I owe you big time. Hope you don't get in any trouble."

"Nah, it was really nice to see you. Well, you know what I mean."

They both laughed and the girl began to push her cart back out into the very
public store.

"Hey Tracey, can I call you sometime?"

The girl gave her sexiest grin and nodded. He watched her bare bottom as she
pushed out through the double doors and exit onto the main area of the store. No
one was ever going to believe this, he thought. He was going to date Tracey
Bartlett! And he saw her naked. He really liked this job!

Meanwhile, Tracey continued her naked journey through the now crowded
supermarket. The word of mouth had been passed and she now had a gauntlet of
gawkers in every aisle. Her encounter with Andrew had steeled her resolve...even
though she wanted to curl up and hide from their perverted stares she continued
to fill the cart with the groceries needed.

The worst had been the frozen foods. Her already aching nipples threatened to
burst out of her breasts as she opened several cases to get the meals, ice cream
and frozen veggies for her family. At one point, the door had closed on her
naked butt, sending shivers up and down her body.

She was amazed that no one had touched her or harassed her. There had still been
some things said to her, praising her private (not so private) parts, calling
her a cunt or a slut, but mostly people just gawked. It was awful and she hated
it but she made it to the cash registers where Phil waited.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for shopping McKenzie's Grocery Store...our
nude shopped Tracey Bartlett is ready to check out. Anyone interested in helping
her bag should please come to the register. Thank you and have a pleasant
shopping day."

She turned towards the front area of the supermarket and saw the boy Taylor, her
brother's friend smirking at her. She had been right, he was trying to make life
difficult for her.

Roughly 35 or 40 people now gathered around the cash registers as she and Phil
worked to check out. Phil gave her the task of reaching into the cart and
loading everything onto the belt, a job that would give interesting views to all
who wished to see. The people in front of her got an obstructed view of her
pussy as she bent over and they liked what they saw.

Tracey was out of breath after loading the food on the belt and then into the
bags. She put the bags into the cart and waited for Phil to pay.

"Oh jeez, I left my wallet in the car. Let me run and get it."

"Oh no, Sir, you will have to stay here," the register girl said. "You are
responsible for these groceries. Send your sister out please."

The nude girl shook her head. "Please Phil, no. Don't make me go all the way out
there alone. I could get raped or kidnapped or something. Please don't make me
do this."

"Tracey, it's fine. The lot's well lit and we'll be able to see you from here.
If something happens, we'll be right there."

"I'll go with her," Taylor said, smiling," to keep her safe."

"Thanks KT...that would mean a lot," Phil said. Their plan was working
perfectly. His new girlfriend, Amy at the cash register, was going to get a nice
long massage on their next date...maybe a foot rub too...after helping him and
KT pull this off.

Tracey took the keys from her brother and started out, KT putting his arm around
her, looking like he was protecting her. Really he was just getting off on
touching the nude girl's flesh. He got off on humiliating girls and making them
do public things...this was way beyond anything he had ever imagined.

They went out into the cold night, which hit the naked teen like a fist. She
wanted to run away from this boy but felt a pull towards him that she could not
break. Once they were away from the store, he tightened his grip on her.

"This is fun Tracey...I'm so glad to meet you."

He put his arms all the way around her body and cupped her right breast with his
right hand. He then pushed his left hand down to her slit and pushed his fingers
inside, causing her to moan in pain, humiliation and a little pleasure.

"Man, you are soaked Tracey....you like this."

She shook her head no but her body was betraying her. As rubbed faster and
faster and she felt her body tingling, starting at her crotch. She desperately
did not want this orgasm but her body did.

"Oh God...no, please no."

"Should I stop," he asked calmly, his fingers still working their magic as they
walked closer and closer to Phil's car.

She shook her head again, "no, please don't stop."

And then it happened. Tracey's body stiffened...her legs felt a bit wobbly and
she came right there in the cold parking lot in view of several people watching
from the store. When she was through, the boy withdrew his fingers and wiped the
juice off on her bare thighs and breasts.

"Grab the wallet. I'll meet you back there."

He turned and went back to the store while the nude girl tried to get her
bearings. What the hell was happening here, she thought. Then she began to get
frightened by being out alone and naked in this parking lot. She opened the door
and searched all over for Phil's wallet. She looked everywhere, under the seats,
in the glove compartment, on the dash, in the back but it was no where.

She turned and took off in a full sprint to the store. She saw Phil paying the
girl for the groceries.

"Sorry Tracey, KT found my wallet in the produce department. I must have dropped
it when I came in."

She seethed but was happy to be warm again, at least for the few seconds it took
to pay. She then pushed the cart out of the store to the wild applause of all
assembled. Little did she know that the store closed circuit security cam had
caught her humiliating orgasm on tape, bright and clear. KT, being a store
employee, knew exactly the right spot to stop and have her orgasm. Now, it would
be the masturbatory fantasies of all in the store for many nights to come.

Oblivious, Tracey put the groceries in the trunk while Phil warmed the car up.
Finally they were on their way home, Tracey glad for the dusk to cover herself
with.

PART 80

Tracey ran in the house and was met by a visibly worried Carrie.

"Quick Tracey, get dressed."

"What, no, I promised."

"Forget it...Mom and Dad will be home in a minutes. They just called from the
gas station."

Tracey ran to grab her clothes from the pile. She pulled on her shirt and then
her jeans...she had just finished buttoning them when her parents, sisters and
Phil walked in the front door, each with a bag in their hand.

"You know, one of you could have helped your brother with groceries instead of
leaving him out there by himself."

Tracey and Carrie leveled their brother with a dirty look but they had nothing
to add. What was Tracey going to say, "I went with Phil to the store Mom, but I
had to come in and put my clothes on first before you got home." Instead they
just apologized and grabbed the bags from the hands of their mother and father
and began putting the food away.

"Tracey, may I speak to you please Miss," Mrs. Bartlett said. Tracey's eyes met
Carrie's and both began to panic.

"Sure Mom," said the girl, her firm breasts pressing against her tight tee. She
went out into the hallway, out of earshot of the rest of the family in the
kitchen.

"Tracey, what is the meaning of what you are wearing? I mean, a girl like you
that is so well-endowed needs to wear a bra, even in the house. We live in a
family of mixed genders...it is not fair to your father and brother to have to
see you like this. Do you understand?"

The girl's face got a bright red in embarrassment at being chastised for this by
her mother. She looked down and saw what a display she was making.

"Sorry Mom...I wasn't thinking. I will go and change."

"Here, just put this on, it was sitting here on the floor. I am assuming it is
yours since Carrie isn't wearing bras and the younger girls don't wear them yet
either. And these panties are here. Are you not wearing any panties either."

The red intensified in the 16 year old who shook her head. "Oh Tracey, please
dress appropriately. We do not want a repeat of Carrie's punishment now do we?"

If you only knew Mom, Tracey thought as she shook her head.

"Good, now run into the bathroom, put this on and no one ever has to know. I'm
glad I saw it before your father and Phil did."

Tracey took the undergarments and thanked her mother, again saying to herself
that if her mother had only seen her at the grocery store or walking naked at
home a few minutes ago she would have flipped!

She went into the powder room and stripped again and quickly pulled her bra and
panties on before dressing again. For the first time in hours, she was
completely clothed. Now she knew how bad it could be and how bad it was for
Shannon and Carrie. She would be more sympathetic to her sister and her sister's
best friend from now on.

Monday Morning

The alarm rang and rang for Shannon on Monday. The girl was exhausted for
reasons unknown to her. Sunday had not been good, starting with her humiliation
at having to ask Carrie for help to have an orgasm to having to finish a
humiliating assignment for Fr. Magee on her reproductive system.

Monday wasn't starting out any better. Her parents had left the house for work
early, Jimmy had slept over a friend's house and Brighid was away on business.
That left her alone in the house and she was sleeping right through her alarm.

And her dream was so peaceful...of course it involved clothes. She was wearing a
bra, panties and thigh high stockings and was trying to select a dress from her
closet...a closet full of beautiful clothes. She was obviously going to a prom
or a wedding and wanted to look her best.

Finally the alarm went off and she stayed asleep. The telephone ringing at 8:30
woke her up.

"Hello," she said, her head still in a sleepy fog.

"Holy shit, Shannon, are you sick?"

"No Carrie, why are you calling me so early?"

"Early, Shannon, school starts in two minutes. It's 8:30!"

"Oh no!" she slammed down the phone and threw off her sheets. There was no time
to shower, though she knew she should. She had worked out last night and gone to
bed before washing up. She imagined the smell of her but there was no time.
Maybe she could grab a second to run to her locker and wash up but for now she
had to move. She knew she was going to be in trouble anyway but wanted to try
and avoid more.

But now, how to get to school? The bus was gone, her parents and sister were not
an option. She looked across the street and saw Mr. Firgus car gone as well. The
only option the poor girl had was the city bus. She rushed out the door and
stopped. There was her car in the driveway, untouched since her punishment began
just two weeks ago. The temptation got the best of her and she went back inside,
grabbed her keys and went out to the car.

The weather was warmed today, but the car was cold. She let it run for a few
minutes, luxuriating in the privacy of having her own car.

Privacy was something she had precious little of lately. The door to her room
was still missing, though having her covers and pillow back was nice. She was
not supposed to close doors when she showered, peed, shaved, nothing was her
own. Things had gotten better last week than the first week, but she still was
not used to the total nudity, the feeling that everything she did was on
complete and full display. She had no physical reaction that was left out of
vision. She was a healthy 17 year-old girl who was unable to hide her vagina and
breasts from the world.

She took the gear shift, put the car in reverse and headed towards school. She
had still not finished her plan about what to do when she made it there...she
couldn't park in the student lot, not after the video display she had heard Mr.
Jones keeps on school grounds.

She pulled down the street that ran in front of school and turned right just
past the grounds onto a residential side street. At night, this street would be
filled with cars but it was mostly empty during the day as people went to work.
Occasionally there might be young mothers home with their children or senior
citizens but for the most part this area was pretty sparse during the day. For
her needs, it seemed perfect.

She pulled in front of a house that looked dark and parked her car. She screwed
up her courage, took a deep breath and exited the car, grabbing her bookbag as
she went. She started the walk to school briskly, trying to get away from any
potential prying eyes. She felt the hard sidewalk rub against her bare
feet...even though she had been completely nude for nearly two weeks she was
still unused to the feeling of her bare feet always touching the ground.

She rounded the corner and bumped into two older men, just returning from the
coffee shop. They both smiled and nodded at the nude girl...they knew all about
her and were happy to have such an up close view of her. She took off at a
sprint, wanting to be as far away from those men. She knew she was not supposed
to cover herself from anyone's view, but her left arm was across her breasts and
her right hand covered her mound as she ran past the men.

"Have a nice day young lady," the one man laughed, patting his friend on the
back. The rest of the boys at the coffee shop would get a kick out of this
story.

As she ran towards the school, her breasts, though little, bounced up and down,
quite a sight to the boys in classrooms on that side of the building. It was
also a sight for Mr. Jones, the principal who saw an opportunity to inflict more
humiliation on the young girl.

"Mrs. Phillips, please get me Eric Gorbo. Thank You."

"Right away Mr. Jones," came the voice through the intercom. The principal
smiled as he thought of his newest plan to torture the nude student.

Shannon tried to enter the front door but it was locked. She tried all eight of
the door but nothing budge. She banged on the door but finally saw the sign on
the door.

"Please ring bell for entry after 9 a.m."

Her body shivered from the cold and exposure as she pressed the button, causing
a buzzing. So much for sneaking in and out. Of course, there was no way for a
naked girl to sneak around a clothed world but she still wanted to blend in in
the worst way.

She heard a buzz followed by a click, like the door was unlocking. She pulled on
it and was able to open the door. She rushed inside, eager for the relative
warmth of the school. She never noticed that the school was that much warmer,
especially in public areas. She had always been one of those girls who was
always cold and liked to wear sweaters and long sleeves. She used to complain to
friends about how cold it was in the lobby, foyer and hallways and here she was
savoring the warmth of those same areas.

She thought about skipping the principal's office but knew that would be
breaking another rule. She figured she should just take her medicine now and
headed towards Mr. Jones' office. She was surprised to see Eric Gorbo waiting in
the anteroom, talking in a friendly way with Mrs. Phillips. When the older woman
saw the nude girl, she sneered.

"Have a seat there Miss Malone, Mr. Jones will be right with you."

She buzzed the principal to tell him that Shannon was there and went back to
chatting with Eric. The boy pretended to be deep in conversation with the woman
but was watching the nude girl sit with her knees spread, as taught by Mr.
Jones. Part of her nude punishment was never covering any private part and
always giving plenty of visual access.

The view that Eric Gorbo had was spectacular. The girl was gorgeous, definitely
one of the top five looking girls in the school. Her pussy was completely bare,
shaved as an "illustration" during a hygiene class. She had not shaven over the
weekend nor this morning so there was a trace of stubble but her puffy red lips
were prominent.

Her breasts, though small, were beautiful...with her nipples pointing out
straight. The word to describe her tits was "perky," Eric thought...a perfect
word for the girl as well.

Two weeks of complete and total nudity, humiliation and exposure had done
wonders for her attitude as well, Eric thought. She was less proud than before
and her body had become even more lusted over. She was the epitome of a perfect
girl.

The principal opened the door and happily greeted Eric.

"How are you today, son? You are looking good."

"Thank You Sir, how can I help you today?"

"Well, why don't you come in and we can discuss it. Come on in my office and
make yourself comfortable."

The two men started into the office but Mr. Jones stopped. "What are you waiting
for Miss Malone? Keep yourself in here."

The girl look startled...no one had spoken to her but yet it was assumed that
she was doing something wrong. She stood quickly and followed the two clothed
men into the office. Eric sat in one of the plush chairs while she sank to her
knees, humiliated to be forced into a level beneath the boy.

"Miss Malone, I'm glad to see you made it today. I thought maybe we were having
a repeat of your escapades of two weeks ago...when you decided that a day of fun
with your friends was more important that a day at school. I thought maybe you
would in this current state of undress until you were married."

The men laughed at the joke. Shannon cringed at the power this man had over her.

"Yes Sir, I am sorry but I overslept."

"Yes, your appearance certainly gives us that impression. No shower I see, and
no shaving...maybe for three days now, I would guess. Yes...but I am surprised
you made it here so quickly...after all, Miss Bartlett did not call you until
8:30. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Shannon gulped but shook her head.

"Excellent. Now, for your punishment."

The man came around the desk, his suit brushing the bare skin of the nude girl.
She shivered at the touch of clothing on her body, a concept becoming more and
more foreign to her.

She followed him with her eyes as he moved to the closet in his office. She
needed a place to look and didn't want to see Eric Garbo. She saw the principal
reach up and grab the dreaded box of cuffs that she remembered from last time.
She also saw a box containing her uniform and a box for Carrie. She also saw
three more boxes, with the names of two girls and a boy on it.

"Shannon, you missed quite a morning...you will notice that the ranks of nude
students has more than doubled. Rose McDonald, Juli McKenzie and Brad Davis are
all naked as well...will be for a week. There was some cheating on a test among
the three. In fact, they will be joining you and Carrie on Saturday for
punishment as well."

Shannon rolled her eyes, trying not to think about her past Saturday and the
sexual frustration it caused.

"I think those three are also juniors so you should know them."

He placed the box behind her and she heard him pulling things out. She looked up
briefly and saw Eric's eyes widen and then he looked at her and grinned.

She felt Mr. Jones' hands on her wrist as first her right and then her left was
pulled back together behind her. She felt the course rope begin to be wrapped
around her thin wrists tightly, causing her to wince.

Though she could not see it, Eric could...the way her breasts were now thrust
out in front of her with her arms pulled back was amazing. The boy shifted
uncomfortably in his seat as his growing erection strained against his pants.

Shannon did not want to have to deal with the spreader bar...it had been so
uncomfortable and gross but she was sure it was coming. Instead, she felt a band
of leather around her neck. She looked down and saw a large ring attached to it
and wondered what it was for. In seconds she found out as a leash was attached
to it.

"Eric, I am giving you the task of taking control of this girl. You must always
be in control of her leash or it must be attached to something like a desk or a
bar of some sort. Think of it like a dog...you can't let the leash go or the dog
will run free. Same principle here with Miss Malone."

"Yes Sir, it is my pleasure," the boy said, smirking at the nude girl who
groaned.

"Miss Malone, you will accompany Eric everywhere he goes today, including his
classes. Mr. Gorbo, I believe that your class is just beginning gym now."

The boy nodded. "Good, take her there and be sure that she participates fully in
the class. Come back here at the end of the day and I can relieve you of your
duty."

The principal sat behind his desk and began reading papers. Eric stood up and
grabbed the leash that had fallen between the girl's breasts.

"Let's go Shannon, don't want to miss gym now do we."