PART 96
Shannon, buoyed by the presence of her friends and the support of the other
random girls (though she assumed that some were just exhibitionists), walked
towards Coach Reynolds.
"Coach, you were a real prick to me this afternoon and I didn't deserve it," she
said. The coach seemed surprised that the nude girl was reacting to him. "But, I
am not going to let the team down by not showing up. I may lose but I will do my
best."
"GO SHANNON! WHOO WHOO!" Shannon smiled at the distinctive yell of Juli. She
looked over and saw Carrie standing nude among the other girls. This was getting
way too crazy!
"Fine, go and warm up. You are wrestling in the 125 lb weight class."
"Wait a second Reynolds," Central's coach said. "I don't see her weight on the
weigh-in sheet. How do I know she's really under 125 pounds."
"Come on Sheeney, do you really think for one second that this body carries more
than 125 pounds?"
"How the hell would I know, I'm not some guesser on the friggin Boardwalk.
Either she weighs in or you forfeit that match. I'm not letting our Mary go onto
the mat with someone out of her weight class."
Reynolds shook his head and looked angry. "This is a lousy friggin stunt to
upset our confidence Ben. You are really low."
The other coach smiled.
"Alright, let's go weigh her," Coach Reynolds said.
"No, I can't leave the floor without my team."
"Fuck Ben, the weigh-in room isn't that big."
"Well, bring the scale here. Let's get it over with so we can wrestle."
Shannon stood there, unsure of what to do. They weren't serious, were they? Were
they really going to weigh her in front of hundreds of people? Then she saw Carl
lugging the scale into the gym and she cringed. This was an even worse
humiliation for a girl...the nudity was horrible but to have everyone know what
you weigh just heaped on the degradation.
Instead of leaving it in the corner by the door, where they could do it
semi-privately, the Central coach demanded that the scale be brought to the
center of the gym.
"Alright young lady, hop on that scale so that we know that you belong in your
weight class," he said loud enough for everyone to hear him.
There was silence in the room as everyone watched the nude girl pad over to the
scale on her bare feet and step up. The only sound was the dial of the scale
being adjusted. "122, no, 121. OK, she fits into the weight class, though most
people that we weigh have clothes on."
The final dig. The scale was removed from the room and the match was ready to
begin. Coach Reynolds called the team into a huddle. Shannon felt the press of
male bodies all around her, smelled their sweat. For some odd reason, this
turned her on tremendously. She saw them dressed in their singlets and wondered
why she didn't come to wrestling meets more often.
"OK fellas...and you...we need this meet desperately. Don't let all of these
fucking tits and pussies make you nuts. Concentrate," he said and then, looking
at Shannon, "we have a lot to overcome."
The team put their hands together and with a low grunt yelled "TEAM." Shannon
sat on the bench for the first three matches...she was the fourth match. Just as
had been the case at the away wrestling match at Mercy Catholic, the other team
was flustered by the nudity and St. Mark's won the first three matches.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the 125-pound match. For Central, Mary
Brennan and for St. Mark's, Shannon Malone."
Everyone sat up and took notice of the nude girl and her uniformed opponent
stepping on the mat. Mary had been practicing all season but had not had a match
in a real competition because every team had forfeited her weight class rather
than send a boy up to wrestle against her. St. Mark's had planned to do the same
until Mr. Jones stepped in and found a suitable replacement. Anything was better
than forfeiting, Reynolds thought, so he was open to the idea.
The two girls eyed each other up as they waited for the referee to begin the
match. Shannon was surprised when she saw Mary in person. Her first thoughts had
been that her opponent would be a butch lesbian. After all, no self-respecting
girl would want to wrestle against boys anyway, or so she narrowly thought. But
Mary was a lot like Shannon, cute, petite, tall and thin, very athletic. She
stood there in the same form-fitting uniform as her male teammates, the only
concession to her femininity being a tank top that she wore over her bra.
Mary stood there in unfamiliar territory. She was the enemy among everyone...her
teammates had yet to accept her and neither had her coach...he only took her
after being forced to by a school district lawyer. Now she was on the road,
facing off against this naked girl who was obviously being forced to wrestle
her. That plus the sellout crowd, including the nude girls in the corner who
were screaming for her opponent at the top of their bare lungs, made her knees
quiver.
"OK, wrestle," came the signal from the referee. The two girls warily came
towards each other and grabbed around the shoulders. Within seconds, Mary had
Shannon on the mat, the Central girl's bare legs working to pin the naked girl.
But Shannon was quick and, though new to the sport, athletic enough to ease out
of it and get to her bare feet.
Her move brought a roar from the crowd, especially the nude cheering section,
operating under the direct supervision of Mr. Jones who was unable to do
anything about it. After all, he had encouraged this behavior by the nude
punishments.
The two girls squared off again and this time, Shannon was on top, her bare
breasts squashed against the back of the other girl who fought desperately to
get to her feet. Shannon had her arm around the girl's neck, trying to keep her
in a headlock as she had been taught. But, just as she released for a second to
get a better grip, Mary got out of the hold and used her legs to pull Shannon
down and she was quickly on top of her.
Then it happened so quickly that no one even saw it coming...Shannon was on her
back with her legs in the air and Mary was pinning her. The referee counted the
nude girl out and ended the match, raising the Central girl's arm in the air.
Right away Mary went to Shannon helped her up. "You were tough, I don't know how
you do it," she said to the nude, who was suffering from the pain of the match
along with humiliation of losing.
Mary bounded off towards her cheering teammates who hugged her. She was finally
accepted after her first pin.
Meanwhile, the very naked, ashamed and hurt Shannon walked miserably back to her
team. She expected nothing but was shocked when Coach Reynolds came off the
bench, put his arm around her neck and helped her to the bench.
"That took guts, kid, lots of them. You're alright in my book."
Shannon was surprised as she took the seat next to the coach. She accepted
congratulations from the boys on the team and was handed a towel by the manager
who smiled at her. She smiled back and wiped the sweat off her face and body but
being careful not to cover herself in any way after seeing Mr. Jones eying her
carefully. She turned and saw her naked girls and smiled, giving a big
thumbs-up! They responded with a huge cheer and, in unison, chanting "GO
SHANNON! WHOO-WHOO!"
WEEK 4
Part 1
Carrie was on her hands and knees, naked once again. Today was supposed to be
her first day of freedom from nudity. Instead, she was more exposed than she had
been since the first week, on all fours scrubbing the cafeteria floor after
school.
The day had started out with such promise. After showering, she had dressed in
her uniform blouse, socks and saddle shoes but had finally been able to pack her
skirt into her bag. Today she was going to be able to put it on...no bra or
panties for at least another week and she had to lift her skirt to show that she
was pantiless anytime anyone asked, but still, she would be covered.
That was until yesterday. She was again punished unfairly, this time because she
had failed to complete her cafeteria punishment before the end of lunch period.
It was a job that she and Shannon usually did together but her nude friend had
been ordered to go to the boys gym to learn how to wrestle, leaving Carrie alone
to clean all of the tables. She was just about to finish yesterday when the bell
rang and Mr. Kelly gave her this totally unfair punishment.
As she scrubbed the floor, she saw several students coming by to observe her
bare body, ass in the air as she scrubbed. She tried to take her mind off of
their devouring eyes by remembering the punishment that she had received in the
first place. She thought about how unfair it had been, but realized that it was
nothing compared to the hell that Shannon was going through. While Shannon
actually was guilty of the crime that she had been charged with, she didn't
deserve the humiliation and awful degradation that they threw at her. Actually
no one did.
As if on cue, Shannon's nude body appeared in the door. Carrie may not have seen
her at first but the boys who were gawking her turned and pointed. Carrie was
amazed that boys in school (and the male teachers and staff as well) continued
to stare at her naked friend, despite three weeks of nudity. Carrie supposed
that Shannon just had the perfect body, one that boys would want to look at
again and again.
Shannon padded over to where Carrie was and dropped to her knees.
"What are you doing Shan?"
"Give me a rag, I'll help you finish."
"You don't have to Shannon, this is my thing," Carrie said.
Shannon ignored her friend's protests and reached over and grabbed a sopping wet
rag.
"It'll take you half the time this way," she said and the two started washing.
It wasn't long before they fell into easy conversation, giggling like
schoolgirls do over the events of the day, etc. They were able to ignore the
commotion that two naked girls on their hands and knees washing the floor was
causing on the rest of the school.
Finally the two finished and Shannon helped Carrie lug the bucket of dirty water
back to the maintenance area. The girls then went to Mr. Kelly's office where
Carrie had left her clothes. Shannon had to keep her jealousy in check as she
watched her best friend cover her nudity, first with a blouse and then with the
blessed skirt. She saw Carrie shudder as she pulled the skirt up and knew what
she was experiencing...Shannon had the same feeling when she was able to wear
that bathrobe for those brief bathroom moments.
Carrie now knelt down and pulled on her socks and then saddle shoes and for the
first time in two weeks, she was dressed like every other girl in school, except
for the fact that she was bare under her skirt. She would bet that only she and
Shannon had bare pussies but at least hers was covered.
"Come on, I'll drive you home," Carrie said as they walked out of the discipline
office. Shannon felt even more naked now that she was officially the only one in
the school displaying any part of her naked body.
"Thanks."
Carrie looked over, wishing she could make everything go easier for her
friend...actually she wished she could make it all disappear. She resolved
herself to doing everything she could to end her best friend's misery before she
had to serve all six weeks.
***
Shannon hopped out of Carrie's car and headed up the steps to the house. She
felt the cold but not as bad as before...she could tell that spring wasn't far
from coming...maybe being nude in nicer weather wouldn't be so bad. Then she
shook her head...it wouldn't be as bad physically but just as bad mentally.
"SHANNNON! SHANNON!"
She turned and saw her neighbor, Mr. Firgus, sitting on his porch and waving.
She turned and waved back and bounded up the steps into the house. Her
neighbor's nice gesture chilled her...it was another reminder that she was
always on display...that there were always eyes out there watching her.
She entered her house and found only Jimmy at home. The boy was sitting at the
kitchen table doing homework.
"Hey Jim," she said happily.
"Yeah," the grumpy boy said.
"What's the matter," she asked him while pouring an iced tea.
"You're the matter Shannon, you and your nakedness. It's driving me crazy."
The girl stopped and stared at her little brother. "My nudity is driving you
crazy? I'd like to hear you explain that one!"
"All of my friends tease me non-stop, talking about your body and what they'd do
to you. Then I get into fights defending you and everybody hates me, all because
of you."
When he looked up from his books, Shannon saw a black eye, a bruised cheek and
tears flowing.
"Oh Jimmy, I am so sorry, but it's not my fault," she said, pulling him close to
her and hugging him tight. She felt his body shake with sadness and her heart
broke.
Finally the boy pulled back. Weird but he felt nothing but relief at being so
close to his naked sister. There was none of the sexual tension that had filled
their days earlier in her punishment. Instead it was the comforting feel of his
older sister making the bad feelings go away.
"I know Shannon, it's just not easy for me," he said. Then he smiled. "But I
guess it's not as hard as it is for you."
She smiled back, took a swig of iced tea and then said, "no, I think I might
have it harder."
With that she grabbed her bag and went up to her bedroom to start her homework.
***
Shannon sat in class, just staring at her paper. It was one of the first times
that she had been in her first-period biology class since her nude punishment.
When she was there, she was usually tied to a gyno chair in the front of the
room, serving as a live model for the sadistic Father Haglin. However, she had
missed the class several times because of assorted other punishments thrown at
her by Mr. Jones, the even more sadistic principal.
Now she was here, still nude but sitting among her classmates. Fr. Haglin had
decided on a pop quiz and Shannon realized she knew very little. This was a
completely foreign feeling to the girl, one of the top students in her class and
a member of the National Honor Society.
The bell rang and everyone had to bring their papers forward. Shannon was still
sitting there trying to answer the questions as everyone filed past her naked
body.
"Miss Malone, your paper please," Fr. Haglin said. She felt his eyes on her and
realized she was the only person still sitting there.
"Um, yeah sorry Father but I think all of the missed class time..."
"That's more than enough Miss Malone. You are responsible for making up lost
class time."
"But Father,--"
"No buts Shannon. Bring your quiz up and be gone. It is not my concern that you
have not been following through with your studies."
Tears of anger and frustration filled her eyes as she stood and walked her quiz
up to the front of the room. She dropped the paper on the desk and gave a
disdainful look at the priest who smiled smugly at her. She turned, grabbed her
bag and started out. But when she got to the door, she stopped.
"No Father, you will hear me. I am so sick and tired of being treated like some
piece of meat around here. If you didn't use me for your sick demonstrations,
maybe I cold have learned something in this class."
"YOU ARE OUT OF LINE MISS MALONE. YOU HAVE JUST EARNED DETENTION!"
"Yeah, ok, like that scares me. Do you really think that there is anything that
this school can throw at me that I haven't suffered through already?"
With that she pushed through the door and left the priest behind. Fr. Haglin was
red-faced and angry but he had to admit that she had him. There wasn't much left
for this school to do to her. Or was there?
***
Later that day, Fr. Haglin was sitting with Mr. Jones in the principal's office.
"Look Bart, it's the only way for me to ever get this kind of data for our
research and it would be terribly humiliating for the girl."
"I don't know Tom, this seems a bit extreme, even for me," the principal said.
"Look, you are quickly losing this girl, that much is certain," the priest
added. "She is not becoming the doe-eyed follower that we expected her to be.
Her punishment was so far out there and for so long that we have forced
ourselves into this step or we lose her forever."
Mr. Jones turned his chair so that he was looking out the window. Currently
Shannon Malone was out there with a large plastic bag and was picking up trash
all over the school ground. He saw a cloud form at her mouth as she breathed and
watched her shiver. This had been her detention punishment, while the rest of
the detained students sat in a classroom in silence, working on word problems.
"Do you really think the school board will go for us using a student for
research purposes?"
"Did I really think they would go for the nude punishments that we proposed
after the Cronenberg Academy stories? Did I really think they would let us push
Shannon as far as we have? The answer to both questions is no, I did not. But
they have, so why not this?"
The principal turned and saw the girl bend over to get a stray piece of paper.
The view was lovely of her smooth, perfectly round shaped ass and that little
slit, still visible in the afternoon sun.
"Fine, put a proposal together and we'll spring it on her after school
tomorrow."
The priest smiled and walked out, leaving Mr. Jones to watch his naked student.
"Mrs. Phillips, hold my calls please." And he unzipped his pants to relax a
little. It had been a long day and no pleasure for him.
Week 4, Part 2
Shannon was oblivious to the conversation that went on in the principal's office
and also the view that Mr. Jones had of her right now. Instead, she was
desperately trying to avoid freezing to death.
She had known bad things were going to happen after she stood up to Fr. Haglin.
She had expected a day or two of nudity added to her total...maybe that would
have been worse!
Instead, when she arrived at the detention room, a place that scared the hell
out of her since many of the toughest students were there, she was given this
plastic bag by Mr. Kelly and told to go and clean the perimeter of the school.
She was to fill the bag or go for an hour, whichever took longer.
She hesitated at first, not sure if she quite understood what she was being told
by the disciplinarian. The temperature had dropped below freezing again last
night and today hadn't gotten much above. Now, with the cloud cover and no sun,
she would be out there in a very bitter cold.
But seeing no compassion coming from the man, she dropped her bag and walked out
of the room, heading for the back door. She was glad that most of the school was
empty on this Tuesday. For some reason, there were no activities on this day and
most of the seniors left school at 1 to go and work or on internships. That plus
the fact that school had actually ended roughly 20 minutes ago left her mostly
alone in the hallways.
She pushed outside and was immediately hit by the cold wind as it swirled
through the open door. It felt like someone was poking her with sticks and she
closed the door and huddled inside. She heard someone clear a throat and turned
to see Carl, the maintenance man, standing there observing her.
"Does that look like outside to you?"
The girl rolled her eyes and shot the man a dirty look. He was unmoved, crossing
his large arms over his chest and glaring at her. "Do I need to go and tell Mr.
Kelly that the student he assigned to work the outside cleanup detail is
choosing not to follow directions?"
She shot him the dirtiest look but he laughed. She had forgotten how little an
effect a dirty look is when it comes from a humiliated naked girl. Instead she
pushed the door open again, gritting her teeth against the cold wind.
That had been over 45 minutes ago. She had lost track of time but knew that it
must be almost 4 by now...the sun was nearly setting behind the school building.
There hadn't been much sun to begin with and the little that had been out was
now gone, leaving her with absolutely no warmth at all. She felt the cold wind
whipping against her body, her bare feet almost numb against the cold, hard
ground. She continued picking up pieces of trash here and there, trying to move
enough to stay warm and keep the blood flowing.
She looked up from her work and saw most of the school dark. The only lights
came from the office that she knew belonged to Mr. Jones and the gym. She
guessed that the other detention students had gone home and that pissed her
off...why was she forced to stay out here and freeze after they had left after
less than an hour in the warm room. She would have cried but was too cold for
that.
"OKAY, kid, time to come inside."
She looked and saw the figure of Carl, the maintenance man, near the doorway.
She had seen him lurking for most of her time out here and was a little weirded
out by it. But his presence now was a Godsend and she rushed towards the door.
"Hold it, let me see what you have collected."
"Oh God, please let me in Carl," she begged, her voice cracking from the cold.
"Can't we do this in the foyer?"
"No, I have to inspect your bags right here, hold it open for me," he said. He
had not been ordered to do this, just wanted the chance to make the girl suffer
a little more and to get a little closer to this gorgeous nude teen.
Shannon's hands shook as she held the clear plastic bag open. The large man
walked towards her and looked in.
"Take those aluminum cans out...we recycle here," he said sternly. The nude girl
reached her arm in and pulled out the three cans she had grabbed.
"OK, not a bad haul for one little girl. Go and put it in the dumpster and then
go ahead home."
She groaned but bundled the bag back up and hurried over to the dumpster,
opening herself up to the elements once again. With some difficulty, she hurled
the bag up and into the dumpster and then took off for the warmth of the school
building. She barely felt the hard, freezing concrete beneath her feet as she
scurried inside. As soon as she was in, she screamed at the pain of reentry. Her
whole body felt as if it were under attack of pins and needles as her cold body
came inside. She grabbed onto the railing inside as she tried to get her body
acclimated to the warmth.
She started sobbing at the pain of it all...it felt like she had sat on her foot
for a long time and then it had fallen asleep. She desperately wanted to lie
down but could not bring herself to doing that in the foyer.
Finally, the pain subsided and just uncomfortable tingling remained. With great
effort she started up the steps and then stopped and stood bolt upright...how
the hell was she going to get home?
By now, all of the buses had left. She obviously would have great difficulty
taking the public bus, though it might be her only option. With all of the speed
that she could, she headed for the phones in the hallway outside the now dark
gym. Using a calling card number that she had memorized, she pushed in the
numbers for her house. Jimmy answered and replied that Colleen and Dad were out
at a social function for the night and Brighid was taking a night class. Shit,
she thought, hanging up. Then she called Carrie.
"Care, I need a huge favor," she began.
"Shannon, I can't believe you are calling right now. I need to see you!"
"Um, ok, Carrie, I am stuck at school, can you pick me up?"
"Absolutely, but can you come over for dinner. I need to talk to you right
away!"
"Sure, I'll call home and let them know. When will you be here?"
"I'll leave now and be there in 10 minutes."
The two girls hung up and Shannon went to get her bag from the discipline
office. She saw it there, lying outside the door. Thanks, she muttered. The nude
girl walked through the deserted hallways to her locker. She knew she need to
get her books together from her classes to avoid falling behind even further.
Being alone in school always made her uncomfortable and being completely nude
only added to her vulnerability. She wondered about Eric Gorbo, her new nemesis,
and remembered her encounter with him in the hallway early in her punishment.
She shuddered at that disgusting orgasm, especially now that she knew how
pleasant an orgasm can be with her boyfriend.
The nude girl walked untouched through the empty hallways, haunted only by her
fears and painful memories. Arriving at her locker, she grabbed several books
and stuffed them into her book bag. Knowing that she would never be able to get
all of this work done, she stopped and took books for biology, math and
computers. The rest she was still doing okay in.
She walked towards the doors, not wanting to keep Carrie waiting but also not
wanting to be to early that she had to wait outside. The rooms along the
corridor were mostly dark, the only light coming from beneath the office door of
Mr. Jones, the principal. Involuntarily, she shivered when she walked by, hating
just being near the man.
She stood in the foyer, feeling the cold again, even though this area was
enclosed there was no heat. Finally, she saw Carrie's car pull up in front of
the building and she darted out into the night, which had turned even colder
than before. Carrie had pushed the door open and Shannon slid in, closing the
door in one motion.
"Oh Carrie, you have no idea the shit they just put me through," she said. "I
cannot thank you enough for picking me up."
She turned and looked at Carrie who was turned in the driver's seat and looking
right at her friend with a look of surprise on her face.
"What, is something wrong," she asked.
"Eric Gorbo just called and wants to try and get back together."
The news hit Shannon like a brick. Gorbo had taken Carrie's virginity from her
by lying to her and then broke up with her publicly the next day.
"He's got such big fucking balls," Shannon said seething. "You told him to fuck
off right?"
"Well, no," she said.
"What? You are seriously thinking about seeing that jerk again? Come on Carrie,
show some respect for yourself."
"No Shannon, you're not getting it...this is our chance at revenge."
WEEK 4, PART 3
Shannon gasped when she heard about Carrie's plan and then laughed. If all went
according to plan, Eric Gorbo would know a thing or two about being humiliated.
They drove straight home and Shannon went through the humiliation of saying
hello to Mr. and Mrs. Bartlett plus Carrie's sisters. She thanked God that Phil
was out, though Phil would probably not be happy about it.
It was in these normal everyday situations that made Shannon more acutely aware
of her nakedness. She was here at her best friend's house, as she had been
hundreds of times in her life, and she was completely naked while everyone else
was in their normal clothes. She knew she was blushing and focused on her bare
feet instead of looking Mr. and Mrs. Bartlett in the eye.
"Mom, can we eat up in my room? Shannon and I want to catch up."
Her parents look at each other and frowned, but Mr. Bartlett gave his okay.
"Thanks Dad," Carrie said, handing Shannon a plate and the two grabbed burgers
and chips from the piles on the table. Carrie grabbed two sodas, holding them
close to her body, and the two girls went up the steps to Carrie's bedroom.
Carrie and Shannon discussed the points of the plan, which required the help of
her cousin Bonnie who managed the local movie theater. A Wednesday night was
slow there and she should be able to help them out. A quick phone call and she
was on board...the 24-year old woman had been with enough jerky men in her life
to know the feeling.
Then the phone call to Eric.
"Hi Eric, it's Carrie," she said, trying to contain her laughter.
"Yeah, I would like to get back together with you...I was just so hurt after the
last time, when you dumped me...yeah, I feel bad about that too and everything I
said. OK, let's meet at the movie theater then...no, why don't we go see that
Jean Claude Van Damm movie...would give us some privacy in the theater...yes, I
would like that too...alright see you in a little while."
She hung up the phone and looked at Shannon. "The trap is set," she said
smiling. The next calls went to Craig, Carrie's boyfriend who loved the idea,
and Emily, another of Gorbo's dumpees, who was all for it as well. They agreed
to meet at Carrie's house...Craig would bring his video camera.
Carrie quickly dressed in her miniskirt and blouse, as dictated by her
punishment with her father. She told her parents something about going out to
study with friends with Shannon and then the two were off towards the movie
theater.
"Are you sure you can go through with this," Shannon asked.
"I hope so, I just hate that boy so much after all he has done to you and me
these last few weeks...the hardest part will be the beginning when I have to
pretend to like him."
They drove to the theater and met the other two kids in a remote lot. Craig was
driving his mom's minivan so Shannon and Emily climbed in to wait in there. For
some reason, Shannon did not feel embarrassed with Craig as she did with other
boys...Emily was a bit different matter, after what the girl had done to torture
Carrie and Shannon before but all had been forgiven after it was found that
Gorbo was behind it all.
Carrie took a deep breath and drove to a closer spot. She got out and then
walked to the theater, looking to see if Eric had beaten her there. Of course,
being an insensitive asshole, he made her wait, but he was sweet when he
arrived, kissing her on the cheek and paying for her ticket. Inside he bought a
large popcorn and each of them a soda.
The two went into the theater for the action movie. They didn't expect many
other viewers since the movie had been out for nearly six weeks and didn't do
well to begin with. Even so, they chose seats in the back right hand corner, the
best spot for what Eric had in mind.
They sat and chewed on the popcorn, neither really talking. Then when the lights
went down, Eric made his move. He nearly climbed on top of Carrie, in a way that
would have made her uncomfortable if she didn't have a plan in mind. His tongue
was in her mouth and down her throat before she had a chance to react...boy,
he's making up for lost time, she thought.
She managed to calm him a bit and sit him back in his seat.
"Eric, it would turn me on if I could give you a blowjob right here in the
theater," she said in her sweet yet sexy voice. "It would be my honor."
The boy's inflated ego fell for it, hook, line and sinker, as he unzipped his
pants to let his cock out.
"No, I want you nude, completely nude, I get such a rush out of having my man
naked while I suck his cock," she said, pulling his shirt up and over his head.
"Wait Carrie, I--," he started.
"There there, I've been naked in public plenty of times...you'll love
it...remember my first day when I masturbated in school....it was such a rush."
She then dropped to her knees and urged his ass to lift off of the chair as she
removed his jeans and boxers, leaving him nude except for shoes. She then leaned
over to remove his sneakers and socks and the athlete was completely naked.
"Oh God Carrie, what if someone comes in," he asked.
"Then hide, but I don't think anyone will come in...and if they do, they'll
catch me doing this," she said, sliding her hot and wet mouth over his engorged
member. He groaned and forgot about any inhibitions.
Carrie continued sliding her mouth over his cock, trying to hide her disgust at
performing this act on the boy that she despised. She felt dirty and disgusting
at the act. Here she was on her bare knees in a public movie theater, sucking
the cock of the high school quarterback who dumped her in front of his friends.
But she knew why she was doing it.
She knew he was close to cumming and she stopped.
"No hon, don't stop, please..." he begged. She liked the sound of hearing the
boy begging her to do anything.
"Wait Eric, I have to go to the bathroom to take care of some things," she
whispered in a sultry voice in his ear.
"No, just finish and then you can go," he said in a whiny voice that men have
when they need to cum.
She shook her head while undoing one button on her blouse. "Trust me, it will be
worth the wait," she said. "But do me a favor, keep your friend here
hard...masturbate while I'm gone."
"OH God, you are so dirty, what happened to you," he asked breathlessly.
"I realized what I was missing when you dumped me...now I am willing to do
anything to keep you."
She took the boy's hand and placed it on his cock and started him pumping his
own cock. He got so lost on the act that he did not see her grab his clothes and
leave him there in the theater, nude and all alone.
Carrie stuffed his clothes in the trash can, left the theater and gave Bonnie
the signal. Bonnie started the infrared video camera that was trained on those
seats, capturing the star jock jerking off in an empty theater, completely nude.
Wow, she thought as she watched the image on the screen, that boy is built. High
school quarterback is pretty hot,s he thought.
Eric could not believe his luck. When Donna, his newest lay, had called to
cancel due to a family obligation, he was resolved to a night of jerking off in
his room to relieve his frustration. He had called Carrie out of
desperation...needing to get laid. When she had suggested this movie in this
location, he thought it was the perfect idea...no one would see them together
and he knew he could talk the meek girl into letting him fuck her. He had no
idea she would get so freaky with him, especially when he planned to never see
her again. Her blowjob had caused him to possibly reconsider.
Bonnie got about five minutes of the nude boy jerking off on camera when she
stopped the movie and turned the lights on. "PLEASE HEAD DIRECTLY TO THE LOBBY
EXITS," she intoned over the intercom for his theater only. "DO NOT
HESITATE...THIS IS AN EMERGENCY."
The boy jumped to his feet, startled out of his masturbatory haze. He looked for
his clothes and could not find any. Shit, Carrie must have taken them. He
wondered if she would come right back with them...what if the theatre workers
didn't let her back in. He had to get out, he was a talented football star with
a scholarship to look forward to...he couldn't die in a movie theater fire.
He crept out of the row, with the camera getting a full frontal of the man. He
went to the back door of the theater and peeked out. He was surprised that no
one was out there running out but the announcement kept coming to evacuate. He
pushed the door open and went out into the lobby. The camera caught him as he
hustled around the lobby, his cock now soft and bobbing up and down. He went
towards the exits and saw a group of teen girls standing there and gawking.
"Shit, that's Eric Gorbo," he heard them say.
"Fuck," he thought, realizing that he had been tricked. He ran back to his movie
theater but it was now inexplicably locked. He was now drawing quite a crowd as
he walked nude through the lobby.
He gathered his courage and rushed towards the exits, through the group of girls
who whistled and woofed at him. One brazen girl reached out and grabbed his hard
ass, giggling at his shapely backside.
He pushed through the glass doors out into the parking lot. He cursed Carrie,
remembering that she had his keys and wallet with his pants. He moved through
the sidewalk next to the theater, trying to ignore the taunts and the catcalls
as he went, his hands having no trouble covering his cock, which was now almost
shriveled up inside of his balls. But his perfect ass was on total display to
everyone who walked or drove past.
He started to walk home, trying to figure out what to do next, when a police
officer pulled up. He thought about running but knew in his current condition
there was no where to go.
"Eric Gorbo, what the fuck are you doing boy," the police officer said.
Dismayed at being recognized, he said that he had been robbed and forced to
strip...they had taken his clothes and his wallet and keys.
"You mean, the clothes that we found in the trash can in the theater where you
were jerking off," the officer said.
The nude boy was acutely aware that a crowd was gathering around him and the
police officers.
"But, I was with my girlfriend," Eric started, "and we---"
"There is no record of a girlfriend son, in fact, the theater people said you
entered alone. And the manager says there is no girl on the tapes. You are under
arrest, everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
The other officer moved in and took the boy's arm, handcuffing them behind him.
Now his cock was on full display and several onlookers, especially the women,
pointed and laughed. His normally large penis had shrunk to a minute size from
fear and exposure.
He was taken into the police cruiser and brought to the police station. There he
was charged with indecent exposure, sexual deviancy in a public location and
lying to a police officer.
And the whole thing was videotaped by four laughing teenagers, who wasted no
time in getting in on the Internet, thanks to Jimmy Malone.
The End, Part 1 (M+/f,nc,bd,forced)
The next day was largely torture free for Shannon, her first during the
four-week punishment period. Even Fr. Haglin, the biology teacher who was so
creative in his humiliation of her, was calm, teaching the class as normally as
he had before her nude punishment began four weeks ago.
After the humiliation of Gorbo, who was missing from school today, Shannon has
gone home with her friend and studied. Of course, she had taken a break to see
the magic that Jimmy had worked on the Internet, putting Gorbo's distress in
every location he could find. Of course the news got around school quickly.
The school day was nearly over when she got words that chilled her.
"Shannon, sweetheart," Miss Edwards said, disturbing the quiet of journal time.
"Mr. Jones would like to see you in his office briefly before you leave."
She grimaced and the teacher saw the distress in the girl's face. She had tried
to make it easy for the girl, one of her favorite students, but the principal
definitely seemed to have it out for Shannon.
"Shannon, why don't you leave now, grab your stuff from your locker and then
meet Mr. Jones," the woman said smiling. "That way you won't miss your bus. You
can finish your journaling at home alright?"
Shannon returned the smile, glad to have one adult in the school sticking up for
her. She put her books away and left the room. She stopped at her locker,
grabbed the books she would need, and made her way to the principal's office.
She pushed through Mrs. Phillip's outer door just as the bell rang. The woman
looked up at her, but this time there was no disgust in her eyes. Instead, there
was the first sign of pity, a sight that startled the nude girl.
"Shannon, wait right there please," the woman said softly. "I'll tell Mr. Jones
that you are here. Leave your bag here with me."
The girl stood there as usual but Mrs. Phillips said, "feel free to sit dear."
Oh God, she thought, why is this woman being so nice to her. She eased herself
into the wooden chairs, thanking the woman for the kindness.
After a moment, Mr. Jones came out of the office and beckoned her to come in. He
was surprised to see the girl sitting on the chair and he gave his secretary a
dirty look. She pretended to ignore it and he quickly closed the office door.
Shannon was surprised to see Fr. Haglin sitting in one of the office chairs.
Because of his presence, she hesitated to fall to her knees and assume her
customary position. The principal coughed and moved his head to remind her to
kneel and she did, her bare knees sinking into his plush carpet. She wondered if
there were now knee marks in this rug after all of her time there.
"Shannon, thank you for coming," Mr. Jones said. "I hope you learned your lesson
in detention yesterday."
"Yes Mr. Jones, I did," she said softly, once again feeling subservient to this
man.
"Do you want to say anything to Fr. Haglin," he prompted.
"Um, yes, I guess. Father, I am sorry for speaking so disrespectfully to you
yesterday."
"Apology accepted, especially after what you are about to do tomorrow," the
priest said menacingly.
The girl looked at him questioningly, wondering what she was going to have to do
tomorrow.
"You see Shannon, Father Haglin has been working on a physiological experiment
for many years and is very close to finishing his work. He just needs a research
subject to complete the data and tomorrow you will be the research subject."
The girl looked startled. "But, Mr. Jones, I never agreed to--"
"Wait a second, you will do what you are told to do, unless you want to remain
nude for the next year and a half here Miss Malone. And I can also extend that
time here if you continue with your current academic situation."
Shannon knew that she was being blackmailed. Not only would she be forced to be
nude for the next 17 months or so, but she was also going to lose her academic
standing. Goodbye Brown, goodbye college scholarship.
"Yes Mr. Jones, I am sorry Sir."
"Good, then first thing tomorrow, report to my office and we can get you
started," Mr. Jones said. "You may go."
The girl got to her feet and left the office. Both men were chuckling at her
response, knowing that they held her right where they wanted her.
***
Thursday was another frigid day, but that cold almost seemed not to matter to
the nude girl as she waited for the bus. She was lost in her thoughts, oblivious
to the scene that she was creating...people honking, men staring, women glaring
and boys leering.
As the bus pulled up and the door opened, she got in without thinking, grabbing
the front seat. She saw Vince instinctively train the mirror on her bare pussy
and she spread her legs as she knew was expected. While she still hated the
exposure and wanted nothing more than to go to the back of the bus and hide
under a seat, her mind was elsewhere today.
Today was the day when she would be Fr. Haglin's "research subject." All she
knew was it was a physiological experiment but she had a feeling it would be
humiliating.
Before she knew it, the bus was full and they were heading towards school. As
usual, she sat alone...for a while Rose, who had suffered from a week's nude
punishment, had sat with her, but soon she tired of the attention given to the
nude girl and moved back with her friends. Sometimes Shannon felt so alone but
today she was glad not to have to make conversation.
She waited for the entire bus to unload, per Vince's orders, and then got off
into the cold winter day. She was glad that she was only outside for a few
seconds before getting into the school building.
She hadn't even brought her book bag to school, knowing that she was to be
subjected to humiliation at the hands of the priest. Besides Mr. Jones, he had
been the most brutal person to her and she feared him the most.
Shannon walked up the steps and went right into the principal's office, eager to
get this awful day over with.
"Ah Shannon, I do like a girl that is prompt," Fr. Haglin said. "Come with me."
The priest led her back out into the hallway and proceeding to the auditorium
where this whole mess had started more than three weeks ago. He walked down the
side aisle, motioning her along, and up the steps onto the stage. She gulped,
figuring that this meant she would be on display in front of someone today.
"Come on Shannon, come behind the curtain to our point of experiment."
She eased past the priest, who was holding the curtain aside for her. She gasped
when she saw a frame, roughly six feet high. The top bar held two cuffs at each
extreme...then there was a small seat with two large penis shaped things
sticking out of it and a place for two cuffs near her feet, also at each end of
the frame.
"What is this for," she asked, moving away from the frame.
"This is our experiment. Come and I can set you into it for the day."
"No, please Father Haglin, I can't."
"Miss Malone, we have been over this. If you refuse this, you fail Biology for
the year and goodbye Brown. And I am sure that Mr. Jones will find some reason
to keep you naked for the next 17 months. Come on, it's for science."
The girl knew she had no choice and moved towards the hideous looking machine.
She felt Fr. Haglin lead her into position over the large dildos on the seat.
"I have poured a generous amount of lubrication on these so they will enter you
easily."
The girl hesitated but allowed the man to ease the dildo into her bare pussy,
causing her to shiver. In a few seconds, the plastic filled her completely and
her lips were resting on the smooth surface of the seat.
She felt the priest's hands on her shoulders, leaning her forward so that he
could maneuver her anus so it was in line with the other dildo...suddenly she
felt the plastic in that virgin territory and cried out...but within seconds she
was completely filled.
"Now, to inflate them further so they do not slip out," Fr. Haglin said. She
felt the two penises begin to get larger inside of her, she grunted in the pain
at the stretching of these two sensitive organs and at the strange feeling in
her anus.
"Good, squirm around, try and dislodge the dildos," he said to her. That was no
problem...the girl desperately wanted to be rid of these dildos but all that she
did was irritate her innards and she cried in despair.
She felt Fr. Haglin take her wrists and attach them above her head, strapping
her in. He then did the same for her ankles, leaving her completely on display
and vulnerable, unable to cover any part of her and unable to move. He then
attached a suction cup like object to each of her breasts, causing her to stifle
a cry.
"Excellent. Now, for the final piece," he said, putting a long, cock like thing
near her mouth. "Open wide," he said, twisting her nipple, causing her to scream
out in pain and shock, enough time for him to stuff the cock gag into her mouth
and seal her voice inside.
"Alright, the students should be here in a few minutes. Enjoy your last bit of
peace for the day."
If this was going to peace today, she cringed at thinking what was coming next.
How could being attached to this awful contraption be peaceful. Then she heard
the sounds of her schoolmates filling the auditorium and she closed her eyes,
disbelieving that she could be brought to a lower form of life than she had
before...even she did not think it could get worse but this definitely was.
Finally she heard the voice of Fr. Haglin calling everyone to order.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for taking time out of your first-period
classes to join us here for a bit of a science lesson. As some of you may know,
but most of you do not, I have been working on the physiological study of the
female body...I have been trying to determine the physical capacity for a woman
to experience pleasure. Is there a limit to how many orgasms a woman can have in
a certain time?"
Shannon closed her eyes, now aware of what he was going to do to her. He was
going to make her cum in front of the entire school.
"Open the curtain please," he said aloud. She looked up, tears filling her eyes,
and saw the fabric parting. Within a few seconds, she saw the stunned faces of
her classmates, who had been through a lot in the last few weeks but never
expected to see Shannon so exposed and so open and vulnerable.
"Miss Malone is going to serve as our research study. She will give me an idea
of how many orgasms a woman can experience."
He came near her and pushed her frame closer to the front of the stage. Now she
was a mere few feet away from the front row of students and she wanted to curl
up and die.
"This is a remote control and it will cause the vibrating dildos inside of her
to shake," he said, to the titters of the classes gathered before him. "Now,
now, this is serious science. Shannon will be providing a serious scientific
contribution here today."
"I will put the dildos at a moderate level so that we can measure the results."
Shannon saw him turn a knob on the control and she felt the dildo in her pussy
begin to hum. She moaned, despite herself, as the dildo hit all of the right
places, including the front wall of her inside which was that special spot that
she touched when she masturbated. Within a few seconds, the one in her ass
started going, causing the interior wall between the two dildos to shake
violently. Then the suction on her tits began and she was delirious.
Shannon's body responded despite itself...she wanted to scream out in agony but
the gag kept her quiet..."OH GOD NO!!" Her body shook in ecstasy and she came in
a violent but brief orgasm as Fr. Haglin stopped the remote.
"There, that was orgasm number one...this counter will keep track of her
contractions, etc. This is a study that began at Campbell-Frank College in
Vermont and perfected at the Chalfont Institute. There an extraordinary young
woman named Tami Smithers has had more than 200 orgasms in one session...I
wonder if we can match that here at St. Mark's. If we can, I can write up our
study and submit it to major scientific journals."
In her post-orgasmic haze, Shannon did not really register the amount of orgasms
Fr. Haglin expected of her. When it registered she really began sobbing...if one
orgasm felt like this, she doubted she could handle more than 200.
"Now, each of you will be able to use this remote control today. Pass it through
the aisles...you may leave and return to your classroom when the counter
registers an orgasm."
Shannon saw that there were roughly 25 or so students in the auditorium. Then
she recognized most of them from her first-period biology class. The remote was
passed to the first student, a girl, who tentatively turned the knob a bit.
Shannon felt the dildos come to life and groaned...but the velocity was nothing
compared to what she felt before, more like a dull touch inside of her. She was
on edge and needed to cum again, despite the humiliation of it all.
She cried out from beneath her gag, asking for it to go faster without knowing
why she was asking for it. The girl, not realizing what was being said by the
nude subject, moved it higher on instinct and was rewarded by a loud moan by the
subject. Within a few seconds, Shannon's flat stomach was heaving in and out,
her tits were shaking and she was cumming for the second time.
It went on and on like this for nearly an hour...there was no let up for the
sweaty naked girl as all 25 of her biology classmates (save Eric Gorbo who had
his own troubles right now) used the remote and brought her to orgasm. By the
time the bell rang, the counter read 26 and the girl was reduced to a quivering
mess of naked flesh. The boy who had used her last had left the remote on high
and now Shannon experienced another orgasm, unwatched except by the counter and
the unseen video camera mounted at the foot of the stage. Shannon was desperate,
she wanted this to end now but had no way of doing that...her body responded
anyway and she screamed through the gag as another orgasm pulsed through her,
giving her 28.
By now, a second class, this one a mixture of seniors from a physics class and
another junior biology class, came into the auditorium. Mr. Jones took the
remote and smirked when he saw the dials still tuned to high...he was about to
lessen it when he noticed the bucking student quivering again, this time through
orgasm number 29.
Finally, mercifully, he turned the knobs off and for the first time in an hour,
the dildos and suction cups were still. Shannon's body, used to the constant
motion, still buzzed and she inexplicably had another unwanted orgasm.
30.
"Well class, let me run you through out experiment," Fr. Haglin said. But
Shannon was lost in a haze of pain and humiliation. There was no pleasure in her
orgasms, just physical reactions to the intense stimulation.
Fr. Haglin led her to her 31st orgasm and then left her in the classes' hands.
One after another, the students tormented her and soon her counter read 69 and
the class was still half full.
By now, Shannon's brain had pretty much shut down...she was oblivious to
anything but the constant buzzing in her nether regions and the suction on her
breasts. She was so out of it that she did not hear the sound of a man running
into the room, demanding to know the meaning of this. She heard two voices
yelling near the front of the stage and the buzzing get stronger. She yelled out
as the dial reached maximum velocity for the first time and she had multiple
orgasms, one after another.
That's when she passed out. When she came to, she saw the face of her father,
looking extremely concerned. Next to him was Carrie...she wondered if she had
dreamed it but then felt the things still inside of her and her wrists still
attached to the frame.
The gag came out first and she screamed...her jaw had been in the position for a
while and she had bit down on the gag during the orgasms so her jaw was locked
in the position.
"Carrie, can you work on getting those things out of her while I get her wrists
and ankles undone."
She was so humiliated at having her father see her like this. When she found her
voice she cried out to him. "Daddy, I am so sorrr-uhhhhh!!!--that yyyyyou have
to sssssee me like thisssss---AAAAHHHHH!!"
The counter spun to two more orgasms, bringing her to 101 orgasms in just under
two hours. The girl was mortified that she had been forced to cum two more times
with her father and best friend just inches away. But Jack Malone just looked at
her with compassion and quieted her.
"Shh, sweetheart, everything's fine. You are not at fault here. I am sorry that
you had to go through this."
She felt the blessed relief in her shoulders as her father undid the straps
holding her wrists above her. She cried out in pain as Carrie deflated the anal
dildo and her battered skin started to get back to closer to its normal size as
she pulled it out. The same with the front...Carrie was scared to see Shannon's
vagina still quivering, despite the remote control being turned off and the
dildo pulled out.
As Jack Malone undid the straps holding his daughter's ankles, tears formed in
his eyes. He saw the bruises and red marks there and on her wrists and he knew
that she had struggled the entire time. He always had trouble seeing her nude,
but could not bear to look at her in the current state. He heard her moan as
Carrie undid the suction cups on her breasts and Jack saw how red and ugly the
girl's perfectly breasts had become. He wondered what would have happened if
they had continued all day as planned.
Now that she was completely undone, Jack pulled his daughter to him and hugged
her softly, not wanting to hurt her but wanting her to feel loved. She started
crying again, as if the floodgates had reopened after the daze. He then lifted
her into his arms and carried her out of the school and home, away from the
monsters who did this to her.
THE END, Part 2
Somewhere during the walk to the car, Shannon passed out. The ordeal had taken
every last stitch of energy the poor girl had left and she was unable to process
all that had been done to her in the last two hours.
When she woke up, she was in a daze. Was it all a dream? She noticed she was
still naked in her bed and wondered if it had all happened. But when she moved
her legs, she felt the pain in her crotch and then her breasts and knew that the
nightmare had indeed been real.
She didn't open her eyes. She wondered if this was going to change anything?
After all, she was still nude? Did her father really intend for the nude
punishment and everything that went along with it would remain in place despite
the hell that she had been put through?
Finally she looked around and was surprised to see that she was not alone.
Carrie was sitting at her desk, wearing the uniform that every girl in the
school but Shannon wears. Carrie was writing on a tablet and hadn't noticed her
friend's stirrings.
"Oh God, I feel like shit," Shannon groaned. Carrie leaped out of the car and
rushed to Shannon's bedside.
"Jesus Shan, I thought you were gone for good. Are you in terrible pain?"
The girl tried to sit up but could not at first. Then, with Carrie's help, she
was able to get into a sitting position, her bare breasts peeking out from
beneath the blanket as she did. The modesty took over and she lifted the blanket
and immediately cringed...her nipples and the tips of her mounds were still sore
from the suction.
"What happened?"
"Well, once you feel up to it, maybe we can bring you downstairs and we can all
talk about it. I think Jones and Haglin went a little too far this time."
Shannon looked at her friend and smiled. "You think?"
The two girls laughed, Shannon feeling a bit more with it.
"I feel like there was someone punching the inside of my pussy over and over
again...it's just so sore...I can't explain it."
"Yeah, I can't even imagine."
As the two girls talked, there was a soft knock at the door.
"Come in," Shannon said softly.
She saw the head of her father peeking in, followed by Colleen.
"Honey, I am so sorry this happened to you," Jack Malone said. "We feel so
terrible."
"Dad, I know."
"Well, why don't you get dressed and come downstairs for some hot chocolate and
lunch. We can discuss some things there."
Shannon's face lit up at hearing him tell her to "get dressed." It had been
weeks since she had last worn real clothes.
"OK Dad, sounds good. But where are my clothes?"
"Right here," Carrie said, opening the closet and drawers. All of her clothes
were back where they had been three weeks ago, before her nude punishment.
"God, how long was I out," she said, tears of joy streaming down her face.
"Well, we'll go and give you some privacy. Come on down when you are ready."
Shannon's face was brightened by the first true smile she had worn in weeks. Not
only clothes, but she had privacy back. They were two things that every teenage
girl cherishes.
Her Dad and Colleen left the room and closed the door, leaving Shannon and
Carrie alone.
"Do you want me to leave too, so you can be alone for a few minutes," Carrie
asked.
Shannon shook her head. "No, there have been way too many times when I have felt
alone these last few weeks. You have been the only person there for me every
step of the way."
Carrie helped Shannon to her feet and the nude girl was wobbly for a few
seconds. She seemed to get her footing back and walked over to the closet. She
eyed the clothes, touching her dresses and skirts, feeling her sweaters and
jeans...this was heaven! She hoped that this wasn't a dream and her living
nightmare would begin again.
"I just want to wear some sweatpants and a fluffy sweatshirt! I want to be
WARM!!"
The two girls rooted around until they found what she wanted...soft grey
sweatpants and a warm sweatshirt that they got when they visited Brown. Carrie
pulled out a bra and panties and placed them on the bed.
"Well, what do you think," Carrie asked. Shannon was surprised at how difficult
this all seemed. Wearing clothes was so natural to every other person but it had
been three weeks and it seemed weird to be putting them on.
"I don't think I can handle a bra right now, my boobs are killing me," the nude
girl said. "But I want panties so bad."
She reached for the small ball of fabric, white cotton bikinis, and slowly
stepped into the them. It was almost like a stripper but in reverse as she
slowly, joyously, pulled them up her long, shapely legs and then covered her
bare pussy. She gasped at the feel, especially against her lips which were now
so sensitive. But then she stood up, the first layer accomplished, a feeling
that she had won over the enemy.
"Oh Christ, this feels so nice," she said. The two girls laughed, knowing how
strange it was for a teenage girl to be rejoicing over wearing panties. Everyone
else just took it for granted...in fact some girls they knew went without them
on purpose. But just the feeling of having an intimate part of her anatomy
covered for the first time in weeks was enough to make her day.
"Carrie, I'm sorry...I hope you don't think I am rubbing it in," Shannon said,
remembering that her friend was still bottomless because of a recent punishment.
Carrie smiled and lifted her skirt to reveal a tight pair of yellow panties. "I
stole a pair of your while you slept. Fuck Jones and his rules!"
The two hugged, Shannon not minding the press of the fabric of Carrie's uniform
against her breasts.
"Now, the shirt and covering...oh Thank GOD!" The girl slipped her arms through
and pulled the shirt over her head and down her torso. She winced a bit as it
passed her breasts but the material was soft enough and the shirt was big enough
that it wasn't bad for long.
"This feels so good, I can't even begin to tell you," she said, her eyes closed
in joy.
"Trust me, I know the feeling, remember," Carrie responded.
She sat down to begin the unfamiliar process of pulling the sweatpants on. The
feel of material against her legs was now completely foreign to her, but it was
a feeling that she was going to love getting used to again. She put ankle socks
on her feet and stood up. The mirror on her door presented an odd reflection to
her...instead of seeing her bare breasts, hairless slit and nude body, she was
wearing soft and comfortable clothes. For the first time in three weeks, she was
a normal girl again.
***
Shannon sat in the kitchen chair, luxuriating in the clothing that she had been
denied for so long. She had her knees pulled tight against her body for warmth
and was sipping a steaming cup of hot chocolate.
She and Carrie sat there with Jack and Colleen Malone. They were each waiting
for the right time to speak. Lunch had been quiet...each knew what the other had
been through. Shannon's distress was obvious...the intense forced orgasms had
humiliated her and hurt. Carrie had felt terrible about seeing her friend in the
situation but her pain was nothing compared to the hurt and guilt racking
Shannon's father. He had agreed to this punishment and had actually carried it
forth with great force. He now had to admit that he had a hand in this terrible
ordeal his daughter had been subjected to.
Finally with lunch out of the way and hot chocolate being served, Jack Malone
started.
"Shannon, I think I speak for Colleen here when I say how truly sorry we are
that this ever happened," he said softly, his voice filling with emotion. "I was
uncomfortable with this whole nude punishment from the start but I allowed them
to convince me it was best for you. But that's not their fault...I am your
father and should have known better. I am terribly sorry."
"Yes Shannon, we should have seen the awful effect it was having on you, but we
turned a blind eye to it because we thought we were doing the right thing,"
Colleen added. "Now we know how awful it was."
Shannon seemed as if her body was filled with tears as more flowed out of her,
down her cheeks and staining the sweatshirt. She was crying tears of relief,
forgiveness and pain at the memory of her innocence lost.
"Dad, Colleen, I forgive you. I know they tricked you into this and you had no
way of knowing what they were doing."
The body language and mood of the room shifted a bit as the young girl made
everyone at ease.
"Dad, how did you know what was going on," she asked.
"Well, once Carrie called me, I knew I had to get there," Jack answered.
"Carrie called," she asked, looking at her best friend.
"Yeah, I heard about the experiment in the hallway after first period. I ran and
saw what how they had you tied and knew it was awful. I saw you spasming from an
orgasm and knew what they were saying was true. I saw the counter read 30 and
ran to the phone. I had to call information to get you dad's work number and
then I called."
"You are such a good friend," Shannon said, smiling and crying at the same time.
Her tears became contagious as her friend started to tear up.
This led the two teens to tell Jack and Colleen everything that had happened
over the last three weeks, from the visit to the mall, the biology experiments,
art lessons, car wash, carnival and more. Shannon shared about her experiences
with Mr. Firgus, Vince the bus driver, the police officers and Carl the
maintenance man. The two adults sat there spellbound, their mouth agape in
disbelief.
"How could this have gone on without us knowing," her father asked.
"How did you guys stand this torture for so long," Colleen asked.
Both girls shrugged. "What choice did we have," Carrie said. "If we wanted to
stay in school, we had to follow their punishments there and if we wanted a
place to live, we have to follow the punishments at home. All we could do was
survive it."
Quiet ensued as the two adults realized how right the girl was.
"And we had each other," Carrie continued, putting her arm around Shannon's
neck. "That was enough for me most of the time."
