Isolated, Hurt, and Full of Despair

Stephanie finally found a moment alone. It was the fifteen minute break between second and third period at Boswell High School, an old dinosaur of a building that stood in the middle of town. The students were cluttering the hallways and everyone was laughing, playing, and having fun. It was that lazy time of year at the beginning of fall, when everyone was more focused on the football season than school work. Boys were chasing each other and goofing around in the halls and girls were checking out boys. The hormones of the young high school students almost burned in the hallways.

Stephanie needed a break from all of the tumult in the school. She had started a book last night, she was captivated by the plot and wanted to enjoy another chapter before her science class began. She slipped into the girls’ restroom. It was empty and she was glad to have a little space to herself. She slipped into one of the stalls. Her skirt was a rather long one and it awkwardly bunched up around her waist when she hiked it up, so she undid her belt and let it fall around her ankles. She slid her panties down also and sat on the toilet. She didn’t really have to use the restroom, but somehow it seemed to make sense to sit this way. She fumbled through her backpack and found her novel. There was a relaxing calm in the solitude of the restroom and she settled into this quiet sanctuary and quickly lost herself in the book.

She didn’t hear Tonya come into the restroom. Steph and been in a bit of a daze all morning and hadn’t noticed Tonya following her around. She was just sitting on the toilet, relaxed, and quietly reading her book, when the violence just seemed to come from nowhere.

Suddenly, there were hands reaching under her stall. Before she could react, Tonya had her skirt and panties and was yanking them off. Steph’s feet tangled in the bundle of fabric and she frantically tried grabbing for her clothes, but Tonya yanked hard and pulled Steph right off the toilet. Her whole midsection was dragged under the stall door before she finally kicked free. Tonya stood on the other side of the door holding her skirt and panties.

“You in there Steph?” Tonya barked. “You’re going to have to come out if you want to get your skirt back. Come on out and show me that sweet ass.”

Shit, what am I going to do? Stephanie thought. She still had her t-shirt, but when she stood, it didn’t reach past her waist. Should she just sit there? Should she call for help? She desperately wanted to stop existing. She didn’t want to be there. This was too horrible, too embarrassing, too agonizing, too painful.

“Stop it, give me back the skirt!”

“You’ll have to come out and get it.”

Stephanie resigned to this. She was trapped and needed to get this over with as quickly as possible. She put her book back into her backpack, swallowed hard, and unlatched the stall door. Walking out into the openness of the girls’ restroom, she stood before Tonya: a tall, beautiful, exotic girl, years of dance and gymnastics had formed muscles on her small frame. She was the desire of every young man that attended the school.

Steph knew that she was ugly compared to Tonya. She looked down at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact.

“Look at our little nerd girl standing there. Look at you, all naked and ashamed. You don’t want anyone to see that little pussy, do you? You don’t want me to look at the smelly little fuck-hole between your legs. You know that you are awkward and ugly; and the thought of standing here, naked, in front of me terrifies you, doesn’t it?”

Stephanie was hurt.  Tonya was perfect and beautiful and everyone loved her. Steph hated her body and she never wanted anyone to see it. Her legs were too skinny. Her pussy was too hairy. Her skin was too white. She stood there unveiled.

“Please, just give me my skirt back. If I did anything that bothered you, I’m sorry. Please, just give me my skirt.”

Tonya just smiled. “I’m going to throw you out into the hall.”

Everything happened fast. Tonya jumped at Stephanie and knocked her to the ground. Steph’s heart race and she fought with the frantic, panicked flailing of a wild animal. She was naked from the waist down. Everyone would see her. She imagined the digital cameras and cell phones capturing her image. She fought hard. She twisted and writhed. She squirmed free and tried to run, but there was nowhere to run, so she curled up in a little ball on the dirty restroom floor. Tonya grabbed her ankle and started to pull. Steph clawed at the floor. One of her nails broke off. It hurt badly, but she still kept digging her fingernail in, trying to stop her humiliation. Tonya just laughed and kept dragging her toward the door.

“Everyone’s going to see you. Everyone is going to see what an ugly freak you are. Every boy in the school is going to see that big hairy pussy. There’re all going to see what a loser you are.”

Tonya opened the door of the restroom. Steph was seconds from being thrown out. She prayed to die. Please, she thought, don’t let this happen.

Tonya laughed and closed the door back. Steph was still inside the restroom, hugging her knees and crying.

“Listen bitch! You can stay in here if you give me twenty dollars right now. All you have to do is give me twenty dollars and I’ll give you back your skirt and let you go today. That’s not much, is it?”

“I . . . I don’t have twenty dollars. I’d give it to you, but I really don’t have it . . . I just don’t have it.” Steph looked up with pleading eyes.

“Bitch, I want twenty dollars, and I fucking want it right now!”

“I don’t have it,” Stephanie sobbed.

Stephanie really didn’t have the money. Her mother used money to control her. She never had her own money and had to ask for everything. Her mother picked out all of her clothes and she hated wearing them. She never got to go to the movies or hang out at the shopping mall. Her weird clothes and lack of funds had made her an outcast. She had no friends. She was all alone.

Twenty dollars wasn’t a lot of money. If she had it, she could stop this. She hated her mother.

Tonya grabbed Steph’s backpack. She dumped her books out. Her notebooks and pencils were all over the floor. There was no money.

“Bitch, I need twenty dollars and you are going to bring it to me, and you’re not going to tell anyone about this.”

Tonya looked into the pile of stuff from Stephanie’s backpack. She saw a red folder that was labeled “A Critical Analysis of the Poems of John Donne.” This was the research paper that Steph had been working on for the past two months. Steph didn’t have a computer at her house to type the paper. She had to stay late after school and use the computer in the library. Students weren’t allowed to save files to the hard drive, and Steph didn’t have the money to buy a flash drive, so she printed it out as she typed. This was the only copy.

“That’s a very important paper. Leave it alone. It took a lot of work. If I pass my AP English class then I will get college credit. I really need that paper.”

“That’s a problem,” said Tonya, “because I really need twenty dollars. Maybe I need to flush this paper down the toilet.”

“No! Please!” Stephanie was desperate. She had to fix this. She crawled over to Tonya begging. “Please don’t! Please, please, please, don’t do this.” She was sobbing, her body was convulsing. She was helpless.

Tonya looked at her on the floor and smiled. “I’m keeping this paper for a while. Don’t worry; you’ll get it back just as soon as you get my twenty dollars.”

Tonya tucked the paper into her own backpack.

“Here, put your skirt back on.” She dropped the skirt onto the floor beside Stephanie. Steph grabbed it and pulled it up around her hips. She’d never been so glad not to be naked.

Tonya still held her panties. She looked at them longingly, but was afraid to say anything. Tonya looked at the panties for a second and dropped them into one of the toilets, flushing them down into the sewers below.

“You’re going to be naked under that skirt for the rest of today. Your hairy little pussy is just hiding under there, waiting for someone to slip up behind you and yank that skirt up to your neck.” Tonya laughed as she walked out.

Steph stood there all alone, worried about her paper. She really needed it. She didn’t have her panties. The thought of going the rest of the day without them was mortifying. Would Tonya really sneak up behind her? The idea made her sick. She wanted to stay in the restroom the rest of the day, but she knew she had to get to class. If she cut, her mother would get a phone call and that would cause more trouble. She looked at the pile of stuff from her backpack. She got a few paper towels and wiped her things off as she gathered them up. Then she washed her face in the sink. Her reflection stared back at her in the mirror, but she looked away. She couldn’t stand to see herself.

The rest of the day was hell. Steph was terrified of running into Tonya again. She went straight from one class to the next. She avoided restrooms, even though she really needed to use one. She was more shy and withdrawn than ever.

That night she told her mother she needed twenty dollars. Her mother wanted to know why she needed the money and she didn’t want to say. They fought, yelled, and argued. It ended when Stephanie locked herself in her bedroom and cried. It was just twenty dollars. Why did this have to be so hard? Other people at her school spent that much just going out to eat. This was so important. She really needed the money.

The next morning Stephanie did something she had never done before. She had been fighting with her mother over money for years. She had often thought about stealing money from her mother’s purse before, but never had. Mother was a hard woman. Her punishments were cruel and Steph avoided her wrath. This time it was different. This time it was necessary. She didn’t see any other way. Before leaving the house, she took the twenty dollars she needed.

The beginning of school was clouded by Steph’s distressed mind. She seemed to be moving through a haze of panic as she walked through the halls. She looked for Tonya all morning, she even asked around trying to find her.

She finally found her in the same restroom, right before third period.

“You still have my paper don’t you? I got the money. Here’s twenty dollars. Please give me back the paper.”

Tonya took the money, reached into her bag and pulled out the red folder.

“Girl, I’m tired of hearing you whine about your paper. You’ll get it back when I’m ready to give it back. Whey don’t you show me how much you want it. Will you show me your titties to get this back? Show me your titties girl.”

Stephanie was stunned by the request. Tonya was tearing her down, humiliating her every way possible. She chocked back more tears and unfastened her blouse. She pulled it open and stuck out her chest.

“Look at your nasty old bra, is it even clean? It looks like there is more pad in there than titty,” Tonya grabbed Stephanie’s chest. Steph winced as Tonya slid her bra aside and Tonya’s fingernail dug into her nipple.

“Take off that stupid bra so I can see those little titties.”

Stephanie slipped her shirt off and dropped in on the floor. She reached both of her hands behind her and unfastened her bra.

“If you want your paper back, let me see those titties shake.”

Stephanie wiggled her titties.

“Stick ‘em out. Do it harder. Let me see them slap each other.”

Stephanie stuck her chest out. She locked her hands behind her head. She shook her chest as hard as she could. Her little titties jiggled.

“Keep shaking them. Turn around; I want to see your ass shake too.”

She turned around. She kept shaking her titties while violently shaking her ass. Tonya’s fingers slipped into her waistband. She felt her skirt and panties yanked down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and Tonya picked them up. She didn’t break rhythm. She kept shaking her ass and titties as hard as she could.

Pow! Tonya’s hand slapped her ass hard. She didn’t stop shaking. Pow! The blows stunned her, but she kept dancing. If she kept this up, if she just let Tonya humiliate her enough, she could get her paper back.

“I know what I’m going to do with you. I’m going to take all your clothes and put them in the other bathroom on the second floor. We’ll see if you can sneak there during class and get dressed without getting caught,” Tonya smiled.

“Or maybe I’ll let you get dress without your panties again. Only this time you have to show your hairy little pussy to ten boys by the end of the day. Could you do that, just walk up to ten boys and pull that little skirt up and let them see what you got? I bet you could do that to get your paper back.”

“Oh! I’ve got an even better idea. Why don’t we have you stage a wardrobe malfunction in the middle of your next class? Your skirt could come off and everyone, even the teacher, could see your little pussy. Does that sound like fun?”

Stephanie didn’t know what to say. All of these possibilities sounded like nightmares, each playing on her worst fears.

“I’ll make a deal with you, Steph. You don’t have to do any of that, ok. There’s only one thing I want you to do. If you do it, you’ll get the paper back. Ok?

“What do I have to do?”

“It’s simple, you know Mike Lewis. He’s not expecting this. We’ll meet him in the parking lot after school. I’ll talk to him a little bit and get him to go off somewhere with us. When we’re alone, you have to flash him. Pull up your skirt, no panties, let him see what you got. It won’t be long, but you have to hold your skirt up until I tell you to put it back down, ok? He can touch you if he wants to, but I won’t let him do anything else. Your virtue will remain intact.”

This was actually the worst thing Stephanie could imagine doing. She had gotten a huge crush on Mike a few years ago. She watched him from afar everyday, thinking about him and wondering what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. He seemed really nice. She thought she might really have a chance with him. When she finally told him, he laughed at her. Soon everyone in the school knew about it and she became an object of ridicule. Her humiliation was long and hard. She would go home everyday and pick spitballs out of her hair. People mocked her in the hallways and laughed. Guys would throw bugs at her. Once several guys pushed her down and rubbed dirt all over her. Her clothes were ruined— but her mother made her wear them for months after.

Stephanie agreed to meet Tonya after school, anything to get her paper back. The rest of the day was agony. Stephanie couldn’t focus in any of her classes; she just imagined what it would be like, standing in front of Mike. Would he laugh at her again? She wanted him to like her so much. She wanted him to be turned on and she wanted to be loved. What was going to happen next? She quietly sat in her last class with tears streaming down her face. Sobbing quietly so no one would notice.

At the end of the school day she met Tonya in the parking lot.

“You ready girl?” Tonya said. “All this is going to be over soon. Got your paper right here. All you have to do is show your big hairy stink pie to ol’ Mike and maybe he’ll even fall in love with you this time. I wouldn’t bet on it though. He’s probably going to take one look at your pussy and tell you to come back when it’s clean. He hates you. He talks about you to the other guys that sit with us at lunch. They all laugh about what a nerd you are.”

Tonya squeeze Stephanie’s ass through the thin material of her skirt.

They found Mike standing right next to the school building. He was a tall lanky guy that always had stubble but never grew a beard. There was a dangerous sexy look to him that had captivated Stephanie for almost three years. She had already been rejected by him. Now she was going to make herself completely vulnerable to him. She was already so hurt. She knew that she couldn’t handle his rejection under these conditions.

“We’ve got a surprise for you Mikey,” said Tonya. “Follow us behind the shrubs over there.”

Mike joined the girls and they began to walk behind some of the shrubs that grew tall on the side of the school.

“When did you guys start hanging out Tonya? I didn’t know you liked freaks.” Mike said. He was looking right at Stephanie when he said it. She wanted to run.

“Don’t be so quick to judged her,” said Tonya. “She’s pretty cool when you get to know her.”

They slipped behind the shrubs into a place where several of the guys around school gather to smoke in the mornings before school. No one was here right now, but a lingering smell of smoke hung in the air. The ground was littered with cigarette butts and the burnt plastic and paper that always seemed to be around when young adults played with lighters.

“Go ahead,” said Tonya. “Make it quick.”

Stephanie took a deep breath. She would be strong for this and look him in the eye. Her eyes narrowed and she made her strongest, hardest face. She looked Mike in the eyes for a long time, until his gaze met hers. Their eyes locked into a stare. He seemed a little confused, like he didn’t know what to expect next. She moved her body inches from his. She held his gaze; her face hardened even more. She had to be tough for this. Without breaking her stare, she put her hands down by her sides and gathered the material of her skirt. She clenched it in her hands, exposing her legs to the cool afternoon air. Quickly, she yanked her skirt all the way up to her tummy. She held her gaze on Mike; he drew a quick breath and broke the stare, looking down at her. She expected his expression to change to disgust or amusement, but he stood there captivated. She heard him take a sharp breath, and his eyes where fixed on her lower half.

She moved closer to him. She pressed her body against his. His hard cock pressed into her. She had made a boy hard. . . . She had made Mike hard. He was looking at her naked body and was sexually excited. For the first time ever, she felt beautiful, dangerous, sexy.

His hands moved. They touched the backs of her legs. They went up . . . up. They slid under her skirt and cupped her bottom. She tingled and felt the goose pimples prickle on her skin. His hands rubbed the chill out and her body suddenly felt very hot. He leaned in and kissed her; she kissed him back. His hand was exploring her, teasing her. His fingers gently glided up her inner thigh. She spread her legs trying to draw him closer to touch her there. His fingers got so close to her sex, driving her crazy. Her whole body screamed for him to touch her. Finally she felt his two fingers pinch her outer lips together. She felt her clit growing hard from the pressure as he pressed. Another finger made a long slow journey right up the middle. It was getting so close, pressing so hard. Finally it touched her lit and slowly drew across it. She wrapped her arms around him as her knees buckled. She wanted him to throw her down on the ground. She wanted to be fucked. She didn’t care if anyone saw. She wanted to be fucked hard. Her fingers trembled. She fumbled with his pants, she couldn’t get them undone, but her hands felt his cock pressing through his jeans. She was being lowered to the ground. He slipped off one of her shoes and began to suck her toes, kiss her feet and start licking down her leg.

Oh God! Yes! He breathed his warm breath across her pussy. She felt his tongue lick hard and slow up her pussy. Up and down. Again and again. Her toes curled. Fingers slid inside her, his tongue kept moving. She wrapped her legs around his head. His tongue moved in a steady rhythm. Harder! Harder! Her whole body opened and she was one with the universe. Warm pleasure filled her and all of life was dreamlike. Her body was moving from abrupt pleasure to relaxed back to jarring pleasure again. She was lost in some surreal world.

Soon they were lying on the ground together. His arms were wrapped around her and she was filled with a feeling of peace and love. He kissed her and said he would see her again soon. Then he was gone.

Tonya was still there. She had forgotten about Tonya, who had watched to whole thing. Now she was confused. What did any of this mean? Did he love her? Did any of this matter to him? She was scared now that he was gone. Tonya gave her back her paper, but it didn’t seem to matter so much anymore. She felt strange.

Stephanie was still feeling strange when she got home that night. What had just happened to her? Her mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and she jumped right in to help with the meal. She quickly lost herself in cutting some vegetables. Soon she was sitting at the dinning-room table. It was a long table. Her mother sat at one end and her father at the other. Steph would always sit in the middle. Her parents droned on, telling each other how their days had been. Stephanie didn’t pay much attention. She was still dwelling on what all had happened. Just what had happened? What did it mean?

“Stephanie, we need to talk,” her mother’s voice snapped her out of her daze.

“Yes mother . . .”

“Stephanie—when I went to buy lunch this afternoon, I noticed twenty dollars was missing from my purse.”

“Mother, I’m sorry . . .”

Her father bellowed, “You will be sorry. I’m not going to live with a thief in this house. Your mother and I have tried to teach you the difference between right and wrong. You are always falling short of what we expect from you. We don’t like punishing you, but you will be punished for any behavior like this. Now, go to the bathroom and get your hairbrush.”

Stephanie swallowed hard. She knew what that mean. Any argument would only escalate the situation. Her best bet was to be very passive. If she didn’t resist, it wouldn’t be so bad.

She got up from the dinner table. Her mind was spinning. She quickly went to the bathroom and opened the bottom drawer. There was her hairbrush. It was a large oval-shaped brush with dark animal-hair bristles. She carried it back into the dinning room. Her place at the table had been cleared. She knew she wouldn’t get any more food tonight. Her father was turning on the stereo. It was playing Mozart’s Symphony no. 25 in G minor, the song they always played when she was punished.  He sat down in his chair and lit his pipe. He was going to watch tonight while mother beat her.

Mother was sitting in her chair, motioning for Steph to come to her. Stephanie handed her mother the hairbrush and lay across her lap. Suddenly she remembered that she was not wearing panties. She had forgotten. It was too late. She couldn’t stop this. Slowly, her mother raised the back of her skirt. Her bottom was exposed. She was naked. She squeezed her legs together, trying to maintain some modesty. Her body burned pink with shame.

There was a pause, a moment that seemed to last forever. “Stephanie, could you tell mother why you aren’t wearing your panties?”

“I—I don’t kn—know,” Stephanie stammered.

Wham! Bam! The hairbrush hit her twice on the ass. The hard blows took her breath away.

“Tell me why you aren’t wearing panties,” her mother demanded.

“Stephanie, answer your mother right now,” said her father.

“A girl—a girl at school took them. She wouldn’t give them back.”

Whack! Whack! Whack! The brush hit her three more times. Steph’s body felt week with pain.

“You expect us to believe that someone just took your underwear? There are teachers watching you all day at that school. They aren’t just going to let someone take your underwear. What have you been doing?”

Her mother breathed in sharply, Steph braced her body to receive another blow. She waited. As soon as her body relaxed, her mother struck her again. This was some sick game. Her mother was enjoying this way too much.

Her mother hit her harder and harder. She screamed and cried. It was an awful hurt. Her ass, her legs, everything hurt. All for twenty dollars.

When the beating stopped all she could do was roll off her mother’s lap. She lay on the floor crying while her mother ranted on about what a thieving whore she was. She was so weak from the spanking she couldn’t even pull her dress down. She just lay there, in front of her mother and father, naked from the waist down.

The phone rang. Her mother answered it.

“Hello, you’re calling for Stephanie? She isn’t going to be allowed to talk on the phone for a while. She’s grounded. No, she can’t go out or anything. I’m sorry.” She hung up the phone.

“Stephanie, that was a boy named Mike. He was calling to talk to you. Is he the reason that you aren’t wearing panties?”

Stephanie just cried. Why was he calling? Why couldn’t mother just let them talk? Was did she have to get spanked tonight? Today had been such a good day. She had finally had sex; she finally felt beautiful. He called her. He wanted to talk. Why couldn’t her mother have just looked past the twenty dollars this one time?

Stephanie slept on the floor that night. She hurt too bad to move to her bedroom. When she woke up the next morning, her dress was still bunched up around her waist. She still hurt. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw her bottom was a mass of purple and black bruises. She looked horrible. What if she saw Mike today? What if he offered to make love to her again? She couldn’t let him see her like this, but if she turned him down, he might get the wrong idea. She could easily be replaced. He might start making fun of her again. Suddenly she felt sick and threw up in the toilet.

As she got ready for school, she couldn’t help thinking about Mike. What had he called last night? Was he going to make fun of her again? Was it possible that he was attracted to her? She powdered her bottom with some facial powder to try and hide the bruises. It didn’t work very well. If she did get a chance to be naked for him again today, she could just be very careful not to turn around.

She thought very carefully about what she was going to wear that day. She didn’t have many choices. She so desperately wanted to look sexy for him. She thought about not wearing panties; she had really started to enjoy the excitement that she felt when she wasn’t wearing panties. She had a pair that was so cute though. Her aunt Emma had given them to her for her birthday earlier this year. She felt so sexy when she wore them; she often fantasized about modeling them for a boy.

She was glad her meal had ended early last night. She was a little hungry, but her stomach was so nice and flat. She knew most of her clothes weren’t that attractive. She had to buy her own clothes and her mother never really gave her much money for them. Most of the outfits she had once belonged to her grandmother. She had gotten to pick clothes from her grandmother’s closest when she had died the other year.

Stephanie tried on everything in her closet before she picked out a skirt she used to wear when she was little. It had a small spot on it, but it was so short and she really liked the way her legs looked. She found a little blouse to go with it that really showed off her figure.

She felt so sexy when she walked into the school that morning. As she looked around, she noticed that she was getting second glances from some people. She passed Mike in the hallway and their eyes met for just a moment; he smiled before he looked away. Unpopular kids don’t magically escape the wrath of their peers. When they stand out, when they shine, they are flooded by the ridicule they are trying to escape. It didn’t take Stephanie long to figure that out. As she walked down the hallway, cold sticky wetness hit her from behind. Several guys she had just passed sew her and decided to spray her with a can of coke they had shaken up. She turned around quickly and there stood an obnoxious guy, laughing and holding the spraying can. He was laughing so hard. Everyone in the hallway was laughing. Everyone. She was going to be sticky the rest of the day. Her makeup was ruin. She was going to have to walk the halls the rest of the day wearing he badge of shame. Everyone would see that she didn’t belong, couldn’t belong. She was an outcast. Her clothes were stained brown now, she was ugly.

Stephanie ran away crying; she let them see her cry. She ran to hide in a safe place that she had once found. There was an unused classroom on the third floor of the building. It had been locked to keep students out, but the lock would spring when you hit the doorknob from the bottom with a book. She would hide in there at lunch sometimes because she didn’t have anyone to sit with. She didn’t care if she missed classes this morning. She didn’t care if she got beaten at home for cutting class today; she could deal with that. Right now, she couldn’t deal with being around people.

The classroom was quiet. She didn’t turn on a light. The room was being used to store extra textbooks, lab supplies, and a plastic skeleton. There were lots of desks stacked up. Stephanie curled into a ball and lay in the corner, crying. Her wails turned to sobs, and her sobs turned to whimpers. Soon she was a quiet little ball of despair. She didn’t stir when there was a knock at the door. A familiar voice called out to her. It was Mike.

She couldn’t see him. She was messed up, her clothes were stained, and her face was read and puffy from crying. He didn’t want her, couldn’t want her. She was ugly. He had used her and she felt so stupid for letting him fool her. She had cared. She let herself feel good and tried to fit in. Now she was reminded of her place in the world and she would never feel hope again. She would always remember where she belonged. This was her vale of tears.

Mike knocked on the door and called out to her again. He violently pushed on the door and jiggled the knob. Soon, he found a way to spring the lock. She didn’t look up as he came into the room. She heard the door close behind him. She wished she were invisible. She didn’t want him to see her.

She felt a hand on her back. She flinched. The hand gently rubbed her. Mike sat down beside her. She kept her face covered, her eyes closed. She stayed in her little ball.

“I saw what happened in the hallway. When you didn’t come to class, I slipped out and came looking for you.”

She slid a little closer to him, still staying in her tight little ball, not looking.

“I didn’t know what the hell was going on yesterday when you flashed me. I tried to call you last night, but your mom wouldn’t let me talk to you, so I called Tonya. She told me a little about what she did to you. Tonya and I dated for a while. Things were really hot at first, but most of the relationship was bad. I broke up with her and she didn’t take it well. I told her once that I really liked you, but would never ask you out because you were so unpopular. She blamed you for our breakup. She wanted to get you back, so she humiliated you. At some point she started to like you. She decided that if she could get you to expose yourself to me like that, it would turn me on, like it obviously did. Yesterday she was trying to help you attract me. It worked. I—I really liked it when you were helpless and showing yourself to me. I like being the one in control.

He started to rub her back.

“I know that sounds a little sick. That’s not the only reason I like you. You are beautiful in a really exciting way. You aren’t like any of the other girls I know. You’ve been a reject at this school for a long time, and I know I’ve had a lot to do with it. Yesterday, I felt really close to you. I loved being with you. I want you again. It turned me on a while ago when I watched them spray you with coke in the hallway. When you didn’t come to class after that, I knew you were really hurt, and I felt really guilty for being so aroused. I’m sorry for all the times that I hurt you. I love you. I want a relationship with you.”

Stephanie didn’t know what to think. She felt used and hurt. She also felt loved. He cared about her. He came looking for her when she didn’t come to class. He was with her now. He wanted to be with her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and she pulled herself into his lap.

He kept talking and rubbing her back. It felt so nice. He was nurtured and protected. He was so gentle. His hand slid up and down her back. Then his hand slid down and gave her a little pat on the bottom and she winced from the pain.

“Are you ok?”

He raised the back of her skirt up to inspect her bottom. She knew he saw the bruises on the backs of her legs and the parts of her bottom her panties didn’t cover. She wanted to tell him not to look, to cover her back up.

“Oh my god, did Tonya do this to you?”

His thumb hooked into the waistband of her panties. He slid them down to inspect her bottom. He softly rubbed her naked backside. He was so gentle.

“It wasn’t Tonya. It was my mom.”

She told him about her family being poor, about not having any money of her own. She told him about her paper, about needing the money and working so hard to get it back from Tonya, about stealing the money. About lying across her mother’s lap as her skirt was lifted and her mother and father discovering that she was not wearing any panties.

As she told him about what happened to her, she noticed that he was becoming aroused. His cock was growing hard and pressing into her. It was weird that this was turning him on, but it was turning her on also. Suddenly she felt sexy again. She wanted him to see her naked, to see her humiliated. She wanted to be laughed, mocked, and teased because it turned him on; it made him want her. She wanted to turn him on, to make him hard. He had said he loved her. He was taking care of her. She sat up in his lap. Her skirt was still hiked up to her waist. She pressed her naked crotch into his jeans, into his hard cock. They kissed. His hands were everywhere, softly touching her. Soon she was naked and posing for him. She was so sexy and he was so turned hard.

He took her foot in his hand. He kissed each of her toes. He kissed her ankle, up her leg, and then took a long slow lick from the bottom of her vagina all the way to the top. He licked her again and again. She lay back and enjoyed the mad dance of his tongue. He held her tightly, soon her body exploded. She grabbed his head between her legs and tried to hold him there forever, only to realize that she was so overwhelmed with pleasure she couldn’t stand it. She released him and quickly pushed him away. He crawled up and lay beside her. His strong arms wrapped around her body. He began to rub her again. Soon his hands and fingers returned to her vagina and a second orgasm erupted within her. She climbed on top of him, pulled his shirt up, and licked his chest, his nipples, down to his waist. She unfastened his pants and pulled them down. She took his balls in her mouth. She kissed his hard cock and soon was on top of it, putting it inside her. She rolled her hips and squeezed it tight inside her. She worked it, milking it, feeling it press against her most sensitive nerves. It felt so good she could barely stand it, but soon he exploded and she came with him. They both lay on the floor, naked and sweating, breathing hard, and holding each other until the quick beating of their hearts slowed.

They woke up later, still naked and in each others arms. It was close to lunch time. Mike went and got a tray for each of them from the cafeteria. He came back to the room and they ate and talked. He told her more about what turned him on. She loved him and listened. She wanted to do all of those things for him.

Mike and Steph cut school the rest of the day. She had already missed all of her morning classes. Her parents would be called, and she would be punished that night. Might as well enjoy the rest of the afternoon. He drove her to the mall, promising to help her pick out some new things that she could wear. It was a lazy fall afternoon. The leaves were starting to change colors, creating a beautiful landscape of trees. Steph watched through the window of Mike’s car as they drove.

When they pulled into the parking lot Mike smile at her. “Let me see those cute panties again.”

She slid her skirt up, arched her back, and assumed a very seductive pose. He looked at her big brown eyes and smiled. “Why don’t you give me those panties before we go inside? I really want you to be naked underneath that little skirt.”

She leaned back in the car seat, slipped her fingers into her waistband and slid them off her legs. Her knees went up to her nose and she stretched her legs all the way up, bending her body into a V shape. She slipped her panties off her ankles and put them in her mouth, just holding them between her teeth. She got up onto her knees and sat in his lap, her skirt was still hiked up to her waist. He took the panties from her mouth and she kissed him.

“You know this skirt is really short. If you make me bend over, someone might be able to see my pussy.”

“You’re mine. Your pussy, your ass, it’s all mine. You’ll do what I tell you. You’ll show anyone I that I want you to show. It turns me on when you are naked, embarrassed, vulnerable. It makes me want to fuck you. Now, get out the car and come with me.”

Steph suddenly wasn’t so sure. There was coldness in his voice. The thought of him in control excited her, but it also scared her. She quickly got out the car and followed him.

They walked into the mall and he led her to a spa. “Put both of your hands behind your back. Hold each of your wrists with the other hand and don’t let go. If you move your hands, I will punish you,” he whispered to her as they walked inside. She followed his directions.

The spa opened into the mall. As they walked in there was a desk with a girl in her early twenties sitting behind it. The place was decorated with oak paneling and there was a huge water fountain right beside the desk. The sound of the water was very relaxing.

The girl behind the desk looked up at them. “Can I help you?” She seemed like a very modern young lady. Her uniform was all black. She had long hair and seemed really sophisticated to Stephanie.

“Do you do bikini waxes?” Mike asked.

“Yes, we do them for men and women,” the girl replied. “We can take care of eyebrows, legs, or any other unwanted hair while you’re in the shop. What did you have in mind?”

Mike reached down and pulled Steph’s skirt up to her waist. Steph let out a sudden gasp, realizing she was standing in the middle of the mall naked from the waist down. He didn’t have to do it out here, but she knew it turned him on. She squeezed both of her wrists to keep from bringing her hands down to cover herself. She blushed and looked away from the girl.

“I wanted to get her pussy waxed,” Mike said. “I was thinking maybe in the shape of a heart or a lighting bolt.” He traced the suggested shapes onto her public hair with his finger as he said them.

The girl behind the counter seemed a little stunned to have a guy expose his girlfriend like this. She stammered a few times and gave a nervous laugh before composing herself to speak.

“I’m sorry, most guys don’t come up here and flash their girlfriends like this. That’s pretty modern of you guys. Hearts and lighting bolts are pretty complicated for wax. Most girls have to do that with a razor. We could do a little strip,” she said while moving her finger straight up Steph’s public hair to demonstrate. “Or we could just take it all off.”

“What do you think, sweetheart?” Mike said.

Steph didn’t know what to say. She could barely deal with being naked in the middle of the shopping mall with Mike and another girl playing with her public hair. He certainly didn’t expect her to talk with them like nothing was weird.

“I don’t know. I’ve never been waxed before. Is this going to hurt? Mike, maybe we need to talk about this. Why don’t we go somewhere else first?”

“We’re going to get you waxed first. We really need to clean up that pussy a little bit.” He looked up at the girl. “Why don’t you just take it all off?”

The girl led them into the back. She took them into a room and told Steph to lie down on a table. Then she turned some equipment on and said she would give them a minute to get ready. She left.

“Take off all your clothes,” Mike said.

“She told me I didn’t have to take anything off. She can do it just fine if I keep my dress up like this.”

“Take them off now.”

Steph stripped off all her clothes and lay down on the table naked.

“Put your hands on top of your head and don’t move them at all.”

There was a knock on the door and the salon girl asked if they were ready. Mike told her to come in and she did. She looked a little stunned to see Steph completely naked on the table, and Steph was really ashamed.

“Are you ok sweetheart? You don’t look so good. We don’t have to do this if you aren’t sure it’s what you want,” the girl said.

“She’s sure, she’s just a little nervous,” said Mike. “She’ll be fine when it’s all over.”

“Would you like to wait outside sir?”

“No I want to watch.”

The girl seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the situation herself. Steph imagined that the girl hoped this strange couple would leave soon. She seemed to want to be through with them as quickly as possible.

“It’s ok. Everyone’s a little nervous the first time. The first time hurts the worst. After that you get use to it.” The girl started spreading hot wax on Steph with an applicator stick. “You’re going to feel a pull, and it’s going to hurt for a little bit. It’s just like pulling off a Band-Aid.”

Steph felt sick. The girl pressed a cloth strip to her crotch. She waited a few seconds for the wax to set.

“So how long have you two been together?”

Just as Steph was about to answer, the girl yanked hard. Steph felt her labia being pulled, her pubic hair rip from her body. She squealed in pain, but she kept her hands on top of her head. She did the right thing. She was tough for Mike. She had been a good girl and she hoped he would be pleased. The girl did a few more strips, but most of her hair was gone. She finished by rubbing lotion onto Steph. It felt so good. She left Steph and Mike alone in the room and told them to settle up at the front desk before leaving. As soon as they where alone, Steph hugged Mike and began to cry.

“That was awful. I know that you like this. I know you like telling me what to do. It really turns you on when I’m embarrassed. I really tried to play along. I did what you wanted, but I feel horrible. When you pulled my skirt up and showed my naked pussy to everyone in the mall, I was mortified. I love you so much Mike, but I want to be loved also. What you do . . . What you do makes me feel cheap and used and dirty. Love me for me, please. Don’t make me do this any more.”

“Steph, I’m not using you and you know that. I want to make you feel loved, and I’ll do things for you. Anything you want, I’ll do my best to get for you. We can get you some new outfits today, other stuff too. Anything you want. I want to make things better for you. You just have to understand what I want and why it’s important to me.”

He kissed her hard and long. He gathered her clothes up and helped her to get dressed. Getting dressed by someone else made her feel like a little girl again. He was going to take care of her. She felt safe with him.

Mike led her to a little shop that sold lingerie. Steph felt really funny. The soreness from her waxing made her very aware of her pussy. She new that Mike was really turned on and she was excited to find out what he was going to make her do next. When they walked in, Mike began to pick out several things for her to try on. He was picking very expensive thing and that was really exciting for her. She had never had nice underwear before.

Mike went into the dressing room with her and watched her try on several things. She really got a chance to be sexy for him. She modeled different panties and bras. He said he would by them all for her. She was so happy. She slipped out of the last thong and stood before him, completely naked. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him the biggest hug.

“I love you.” She said.

He smiled at her, but did not say that he loved her also. Instead, he handed her his letter jacket.

“I’m going to keep your clothes. You can wear this for the rest of out shopping trip.”

“Come on Mike, this is shorter than my skirt. I can’t wear just a jacket in the mall. If anything happens, everyone will see. I know this really excites you. I really want you to be happy. Maybe if you just give me back my panties I would feel more comfortable. I’m really naked here.”

“Come on Steph, you’re just being shy. Stop being so silly.”

He turned around and opened the door to the dressing room all the way. She stood there naked, looking out into the store. Several people looked up at her, shocked. She quickly put on the jacket and followed Mike to the cash register to pay.

He gave her both bags to hold. One for each hand. When she took the bags, he unfastened the top button of her jacket.

“If you’re really good, I’ll let you fasten this button back in a little bit. If you complain when I ask you to do anything else, we’ll unfasten some more buttons.”

Mike smiled at her. This was really doing something for him. The sexual attention was awaking something in her also. She was mortified to be in a shopping mall, wearing only a letter jacket that she wasn’t completely sure covered her hips. She was full of sexual energy though. She wanted him to rip the jacket off her body. She was so horny. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted to climax and scream while everyone in the mall watched.

Mike was walking quickly down the mall and Steph was falling behind. She had a shopping bag in each hand, and she was trying very carefully to keep the jacket covering her. She was getting shocked, dirty looks from some of the people she passes, so she was almost sure her bottom was showing. She followed Mike into a shoe store.

Steph put her bags down and sat down in one of the chairs. She tugged at the bottom of Mike’s jacket to make sure that she was as covered as possible. Mike walked around the store, picking out several pairs of shoes for her to try on.

Arnold, a fortyish salesman, came over to help her. Mike brought several pairs of shoes over and said that he wanted her to try them. Arnold asked her what size she wore. Before she had a chance to answer, Mike said that she needed to have her foot measured. Arnold said that wouldn’t be a problem. He reached around her legs and pulled a Brannock out from under her chair.

“Let me see your foot ma’am,” he said while picking up her foot and unfastening her shoes. Steph carefully tried to keep her hands in her lap and her knees together so Arnold wouldn’t be able so look up the jacket she was wearing and see her pussy. Mike stood right behind Arnold with a big cheesy grin on his face, just looking over the shoulder of the shoe salesman at her struggle for modesty. Arnold popped her foot out of the shoe and told her to stand with her foot in the measuring device. She put her foot into the thing and it was cold enough to give her a chill. Arnold crotched in front of the device and made a few adjustments.

“Looks like you’re a size nine, sweetheart.” He looked up and smiled at her. Then his eyes focused on her naked pussy. From the angle he was kneeling at, he was looking straight into her. She flushed with embarrassment. She wanted to be covered. Being naked in public, having a stranger look at her pussy, made her feel like less of a person. Everyone else go to wear clothes. Everyone else got to choose who saw them naked. Other girls were respected, cherished. She was in the middle of a shopping mall wearing a jacket that barely covered her butt and this old, bald man was on the ground looking at her pussy. If Mike really loved her, why would he make her do this.

Arnold stood up. He seemed embarrassed also.  His body was flushed, and there was an obvious erection straining against the fabric of his slacks. Steph looked at this sad little mad and realized that he really wanted her. It may have been years since he had even seen a vagina. He was so flustered by her, he couldn’t even look her in the eye. He realized that her exposure was accidental. Her body wasn’t meant for him.

He came back from the storeroom with several boxes of shoes. He dropped one and as he bent over to pick it up, dropped several more. He was nervous and ashamed, unable to make eye contact with her. As he sat down in front of her and started to put on the first pair of shoes, she realized that she had all the power. She was hot and sexy. Men wanted to fuck her. She slouched down in the chair moving her pelvis toward him. The jacket slid up around her waist and her legs spread, showing her beautiful pussy. She raised her hips up and moved them from side to side. The salesman was transfixed. His eyes followed her pink slit. Her foot moved from his hand and found his crotch. He took a sharp breath as her foot pressed hard into him. He gasped as she touched him. She rolled her foot back and forth across the hard lump in his pants. He began to breathe hard. She opened a few more buttons on the jacket and held it open so he could see her two cute little titties. She looked right into his eyes, giving him her sexiest, hottest glance. His eyes grew big. His body began to tremble, and she felt his spasm. Hot sticky cum soaked through his pants and was all over the bottom of her foot. 

The poor salesman looked embarrassed. He stood in front of her, blushing red, with a big wet spot on the front of his pants, just staring at her. As she looked around the store, she noticed several other people had also watched her little show. A woman had a horrified, disgusted look on her face, and several men stared at her, transfixed by her naked body. Mike was watching her also. He looked aroused, stunned, amused, and flabbergasted, all at the same time. She knew she was sexy.

A coy smile crept across her face. She stood up. Her hands pulled at the front of the jacket; all of the buttons unsnapped, and she pulled it all the way open. She let the back of the jacket fall off her shoulders, the sleeves side down her arms and gathered at her wrists, so her entire body was exposed. She slowly turned around so everyone in the store could see her: her bald cunt, her tender breasts. Even people walked through the mall stopped and stared at her through the store window. She slowly looked over toward Mike. Their eyes met. Her pupils grew large, her nipples hardened, and her whole body longed for his touch. She walked across the store like a supermodel walking down a runway. She pressed her naked body into him. Her arms wrapped around him, and she whispered into his ear, “I am going to fuck you so hard,” as her hand squeezed his crotch.

“Holy shit, Steph. You were amazing!” Mike said.

They were sitting in the food court of the shopping mall. Mike had bought them a few chicken sandwiches and they were sitting down to eat them. He had also bought Steph several pairs of shoes from the store and several outfits from a few other stores they had gone in. The happy couple had been teasing each other all morning, along with everyone else in the mall. They had become so overwhelmed with each other that they had slipped off alone several times. Steph fucked him one dressing room. He had gone down on her in the elevator. They slipped into the family restroom together for a quick tryst. Her memories of the morning were just a blur of sex and shopping. She was still wearing his jacket, but she had become more comfortable in it. It covered everything it was suppose to better she had initially thought, and if someone happened to catch a peek of her body; well— the thought excited her.

They finished their lunch and went to several more clothing stores. Steph had never paid much attention to the stores in the mall before. Mike knew where to go to find some really nice things. He let her pick out what she wanted. She got some really nice things.

Stephanie wanted to cry. She had never had nice clothes before. All of the pretty outfits and pretty clothes made her so excited. Mike really loved making her happy. He saw how special the clothes made her feel and wanted to buy her everything she wanted. He didn’t push her to do anything else sexy that afternoon. He just really enjoyed her.

It was a pretty dull night. Mike was sitting in front of the TV watching a late night talk show when the phone rang.

“Hello”

“Hey Mike, It’s Steph.”

“Hey babe, how’d it go tonight?”

“Mom got a call from the school. She found out that I cut class today.”

“Did she hurt you again?”

“It was worse than yesterday. I’m hurt real bad.”

“Are you going to be all right?”

“I’ll be a lot better when I see you tomorrow. I’ll be ok tonight.”

“Would you tell me about what happened?”

“You really get off on this, don’t you? I don’t feel much like talking about it.”

“Come on Steph. Tell me about it.”

“When you dropped me off at the house, I tried to sneak inside. I had all the things that you bought me. I was scared if mother saw them, she would take them away. I tried to slip around to the back of the house and get into my room without them noticing. My dad was in the kitchen though. He grabbed my hair and dragged me across the room. I dropped my bags, but he wasn’t paying much attention to them. He was screaming about school being important and teenagers being wicked. He pushed me into the table and held my head down, pressing it hard. I thought he would crush my head.”

“You must have been scared.”

“He was really angry. I usually try not to do anything that will upset either of them. They can both be just awful. He asked me if I had been out with a boy, if I was whoring myself around. He said he was going to check—check to see if I was wearing panties, check to see if a boy had been in my fuck hole. He pulled up my skirt. You still have my panties, so you know what he saw. It made him mad.”

Mike reached into his pants and touched himself. His dick was getting hard. This was so exciting.

“He called mother in and they both took turns beating me. I had to strip naked. They hit me with belts. They took turns; beat me so much my ass was bleeding. There is blood all over the carpet. I have a black eye to.”

Mike continued to stroke his dick. He was getting really hard.

“Are you sure your ok babe?”

“I’m fine. I’ve been a little sick. I’ll be ok . . .”

“I can come and get you if you. You could stay at my house until things cool down a little.”

“Mike, I’ll be fine. I’m so glad you’re in my life. I love you so much. I was so excited to be with you today. Everything was so wonderful. It’s like all my dreams have come true. Mike—Mike I love you. I love you now and I’ll love you always.”

She started to cry. She felt so loved, so adored. Steph had no idea that Mike was stroking himself off, getting ready to blow a load while thinking about her getting her naked little ass spanked by her father.

“I love you also, Steph. You’re amazing.”

She hung up the phone, slowly crawled back over to the couch, and lay down to sleep, excited about her new life, her new love, and the excitement of the day.

Mike squeezed his dick into a crashing orgasm. The he fell asleep in front of the television while the violent porno tape he had been watching played on.

Steph woke up the next morning. She was really sore, but despite all the pain, she was also excited. She still had all the bags of clothes that Mike had bought for her. Her mother and father hadn’t taken them away. She had so many choices about what she could wear to school that day. She was going to look so pretty. She tried on everything in front of the mirror again. She looked so cute in all of the little bras and panties, short dresses, outfits, and everything. Mike had done a great job picking everything out.

Stephanie thought back to yesterday. She blushed remember her ardent exhibitionism, all the men at the mall staring at her naked body. Everyone wanting to fuck her. Finding every place that her and Mike could screw.

Mike, he cared about her so much. When she thought about how happy he made her, she wanted to cry tears of joy. She had felt so lonely for so long. Now she finally had someone. Not just anyone, but the guy she had wanted all along.

She picked out a pretty outfit to wear. It was a black skirt with a white button down top. She fixed her hair and put on some makeup. Her black eye had gone down. She was able to cover it with a little foundation. Couldn’t even tell. She had missed dinner again last night, but she had a big lunch yesterday. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was so cute.

While she was standing at the bus stop, Mike’s car pulled up. He came to get her. They pulled into the school parking lot a little while later with the car’s top down and his arm around her. They held hands while walking into the building and everyone smiled at her. The whole day, he met her after each class, carried her books to her next class. She sat with all his friends at lunch. They all talked to her and treated her like one of their own. She had friends. She had a boyfriend that loved her. Everything was wonderful.

A girl named Jenni said her parents where out of town for the weekend. She was going to have a party while they were away. Mike asked Steph to come as his date.

After the last bell rang, school was over for the day. Steph went to the mall again with Mike and several of his friends to hang out. They spent the whole afternoon laughing and cutting up. Everything was wonderful.

Steph really wanted to go the Jeni’s party that night. She had never been to a party before, so she wasn’t really sure how to dress. She had to try on all the outfits Mike had bought her again. After hours of looking in the mirror, she finally decided on a little black dress made from a shiny fabric. It has little sequins sewn around the edges. She found a tiny little matching thong to go with it. She fantasized a little, thinking about Mike touching her. She imagined herself sitting so he could see up her dress, catch a little peek of her cute little ass. She looked in the mirror at how smooth her bikini line was after the wax. She felt dangerous and sexy.

She used an iron in her hair to put just a little bit of curve in it. She put on the darkest red lipstick she owned. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt mysterious, exotic.

She quietly sneaked out of the house. Her mother would never let her go to the party if she asked. If mother caught her, she would suffer another beating. She wanted to live. She imagined herself surrounded by all the beautiful people. She imagined all of her friends there. She thought of dancing with Mike. It was going to be a wonderful night.

When she got there, the party was cranking. Loud music beat from the speakers. The carefree teenagers were all slugging down booze. Several couples where kissing and holding each other on various pieces of furniture throughout the house. Everyone there was young, alive, and sexy.

Tonya was there. She found Steph right away and offered her a drink. Steph had never tried alcohol before and didn’t want to find out how it affected her tonight. She just wanted to enjoy the party.

“So, how are you doing since everything happened?” Tonya said.

“Things are really good. Mike really fell for me. We’re really happy together. I’m meeting him here tonight.”

“He’s already here. I ran into him a little while ago. He’s in back with some of the guys.”

“Great, I’ll have to find him.”

“Hey, Steph, before you slip off, I have something I really want to talk to you about. I know Mike told you that I was really into him. That’s why I did some of that stuff to you. I knew he liked you, and I wanted to hurt him. I really wanted to call you, to say that I was sorry about everything. I know that I humiliated you . . .”

“Tonya you don’t need to say anything else. It was really hard going through what you did to me. I’m still hurt by some of the things that happened. It led to some wonderful things in my life. Because of you, I’m with Mike now. He loves me. I love him. Life is really good for me now. I don’t like thinking about what you did to me, but I want to try and forget it. I’d like to be friends.”

“Steph, I want to be your friend too. You are this amazing person that I can’t seem to get out of my head. I know that I hurt you. I’m sorry that you were hurt, but I’m not sorry it happened. You are so beautiful and perfect. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Tonya leaned in and wrapped her arms around StephanieHe came up and put his arm around her. He was hanging out with several other guys that he introduced to Steph. They all stood around talking, but it was guy conversation: cars, football, and stupid movies. Steph was stunned by Tonya’s confession still. She wasn’t a lesbian; she loved Mike. It was so strange to have something like that happen. She really wasn’t sure what to think about it.

Mike was telling some jokes to his friends. He put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. The guys all laughed at the punch line. Steph leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. . Steph tried to pull away from her, but Tonya was too strong. She kissed Steph, right on the mouth. It was a long kiss, filled with passion. Stephanie felt herself melt into Tonya’s arms.

Tonya broke away, looked at Stephanie, and began to cry. “I’m so sorry Steph. I care about you. I always have. It’s something that I’m just starting to realize, but I have feelings for you.”

Steph stared at her, stunned. She had no idea what to say. Tonya lost all nerve at that point, turned and ran off into the crowd. Steph was about to follow her when she heard Mike calling out to her. “Hey Steph, I’m so glad you made it.”

“I love you Michael.”

“Isn’t she something guys?” he said. “This is my hot little lady.” He squeezed her close.

“She’s a brave little girl too. She really loves to show off what she’s got. You wanna show my buddies how hot you are baby?”

“Don’t be so silly baby!” she said. “You’re going to treat me like a lady tonight.” She nuzzled into him playfully. “If you’re a good boy, you may get a treat later.”

Mike turned to look at her. He held her and kissed her on the neck, kissed up her neck, nibbled her earlobe. She pressed her body into him. His hand went up her leg, slid under her skirt and squeezed her bottom. She squirmed a little in his arms. His hand kept sliding his hand up to the small of her back, raising up her skirt so his friends could all see her butt. All of his buddies got a really good look at her tiny little thong. She pushed away from him and pulled the skirt back down. She looked down as she felt her face flush with embarrassment.

“Stop it Mike, not here. Not in front of everyone.”

She had done a lot for him already. She really wanted to fool around, just not in front of everyone they went to school with. Steph had never really fit in before. She had never fit in before. These were the people who had teased her, made fun of her. These weren’t just random people walking through a mall, these were the people that had teased her since kindergarten. She had spent many nights crying into her pillow after what they had done to her. She really wanted Mike to love her tonight, to show all of them she was worthy of love.

“Come on baby, don’t be like that.” He wrapped one arm around her and started kissing her again. His arm went all the way around her and pinned her own arms down by her sides. He lifted her up a little so her feet no longer touched the ground. She felt helpless. She couldn’t really do anything to stop him. Why was he doing this, here, now, in front of everyone?

“Stop Mike, please . . . I’m not trying to be weird. Just not here.”

She felt his other hand raise the back of her skirt again. She was wearing a shiny little black thong; it was the only thing still covering her bottom. They were attracting attention and a crowd was starting to gather. Everyone at the party seemed to be watching them.

“Baby, you don’t need to be so weird. I’ve told all my buddies how you like to show off for me. They know how you loved showing off at the mall earlier. Now don’t be so shy. You’re a beautiful girl. Everyone here wants to fuck you. Show off what you got.”

“Mike, stop it.” She brought up her knee and it connected hard with his groin. He let out a gasp for air as his grip loosened. She pulled away from him again and tugged her dress back down over her bottom.

Mike looked up glaring at her, holding his crotch and trying to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry Mike. I didn’t mean to hurt you. We can fool around later. I’m yours. Just not here. Not in front of everyone.” She started to panic.

She saw pure hatred in Mike’s eyes. He started moving toward her and she tried to back away. She back into the crowd and couldn’t go any farther. The crowd was too thick to press through. They were pushing her toward Mike. He was slowly walking toward her. She panicked. What was she going to do? What was he going to do? She couldn’t get away. He was really scaring her.

Someone from behind yanked her skirt up again. They grabbed it from the bottom and pulled it all the way up. Everyone could see her tiny little black thong from the front and back. She grabbed the bottom of the skirt and started trying to pull it back down. The other person held it too tightly. Someone else reached around and gave her a bear hug from behind. Her arms were pinned at her sides. She squirmed to free herself. The hands grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled hard. Buttons popped, fabric tore. Her shirt was ripped open and everyone could see her little black bra. She pushed to get away and ended up on the floor. Hands were still grabbing at her so she kicked them away. She started to crawl but someone grabbed hold of her skirt. She unfastened the little belt and crawled out of it. Someone else grabbed an ankle, someone else grabbed a wrist. She couldn’t get free. Her clothes were being pulled off her. She squirmed to get free, tried to kick, tried to clutch at her little bra as it was tore off her. She didn’t know whether to try and cover her naked breasts or grab her panties to keep from getting them ripped off.

Mike pushed through the crowd. He was pissed. She screamed in terror. There was no way she could push her way through the crowd and escape. She tried to curl up in a little ball. He grabbed the waistband of her thong, picked her up by her panties, giving her the ultimate wedgie. She started to kick and flail, but this caused her underwear to rise up painfully far inside of her. Everyone could see her pussy. She looked around the room. Camera phones were out. People were pointing and laughing. She was an outcast again. She was the joke and all the beautiful people were laughing at her.

Mike pushed through the crowd. Holding her up high so all could see. She dangled helplessly by her underwear. She screamed, clutched her chest as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her body slammed down on the table where snacks had been laid out. Bowls of salsa, dip, and guacamole splattered on the floor as she struggled.

“Bring me some rope!” he said.

Her hands were bound with an extension cord someone found. Mike pulled it under the table tight, making her bend farther, until it hurt really bad. He used one end of the same cord to tie each of her ankles to the legs of the table. She still had her panties on, but they were stretched out from her wedgie, twisted up and out of place. She knew that everyone could see her pussy. It didn’t matter for long. Mike grabbed them and ripped them off her. She was completely naked, bent over with her ass in the air. Cameras were still flashing; people were still laughing. No one was going to help her.

“Come on baby. You know you love this. You know it turns me on. You know it turns everyone on.”

Mike didn’t sound like himself anymore. His voice had a crazy, angry edge to it. He took his belt off. He folded it over and cracked it. She knew what was coming next. This was the most awful thing he could do to her. She madly struggled to escape, but the cord was tied too tight.

The belt whistled through the air. It cracked loud against her ass. He hit her harder than her father ever had. She screamed and cried.

Wham Wham

He hit her again and again as everyone cheered. She was humiliated. Mike was the only person whom she had felt close.  The only person she had seen naked. Now, everyone saw her. She had nowhere to hide.

“Come on babe. You know you love this. It’s making me so fucking hard.”

A pillowcase was pulled over her head. She could not see who was around her anymore. This made it worse. She imagined who might be out there. The crowd seemed bigger in her mind.

Mike was standing behind her. She heard a zipper. She felt something press against her pussy. He was going to fuck her.

No wait, it wasn’t Mike. It didn’t feel like his dick. He had switched places with someone else. Her face was covered. Her eyes were covered. She didn’t even know who she was fucking. Her boyfriend was letting someone else rape her in front of everyone. He fucked her hard. People were laughing. She squeezed the cock tight into her pussy, trying to end it. The penis spasmed inside her and pulled out, but soon it was replaced with another. She was being ganged raped. Other girls were watching. Her boyfriend was watching. No one was stopping it.

One dick after another came inside her. Semen was running down her legs. She was everyone’s dirty little fuckslut. She could hear them laughing, all of them laughing. This was agony. It was a joke to everyone else, her rape, her complete humiliation amused them. She was worthless. All of the horrible things being done to her were meaningless. She didn’t matter.

She realized that she didn’t even count the dicks that had been inside her, had it been ten… fifteen? God, she hurt so badly. After the rape, they left her tied to the table a long time, like she was forgotten about. Everyone else’s life still seemed to be normal. She heard conversations all around her. People were talking about relationships, school, football. No one cared about the naked, ravaged girl tied to the table in the middle of the room. She couldn’t move. She wasn’t sure how long they left her there.

Finally, someone pulled the pillowcase off her head, the light was so bright it hurt her eyes. The party was still going strong. Music played. People danced. Everyone was having fun.

“What the hell did you do you fucking slut!”

It was Jenni. This was her house. Her parents were out of town.

“You knocked food all over the carpet. This is going to fucking stain.”

She was mad about the food that had been knocked off the table when they had tied Steph down. It seemed utterly ridiculous that she was mad about the carpet.

“Jeni, I’ve been raped. I need to call the police. Where’s Mike? Did you see anything that happened? Please help me.” Steph looked at her with pleading eyes. Jeni looked so pretty and perfect standing in front of her. She was wearing her little cheerleader uniform. Something like this would have never happened to her. Jeni was a lovely girl, but she commanded respect. Steph once saw a boy pop her bottom at school. Jeni stared the boy down with a look of distain. Several other guys that saw what happened ran to her aid and beat the offending boy. He was later expelled from school, just because he had touched Jenni.

No one helped Stephanie. Not even the boy she loved.

“W-where’s Mike?” Steph asked again.

“Your boyfriend left with Tonya a while ago. He was disgusted when he saw your little sex orgy going on in my living room. You are such a fucking slut. I can’t believe you would just screw all those guys in front of everyone here.”

“I was tied up. I didn’t have a choice. Please untie me. Call the police.” Steph began to sob.

“Listen slut. If you call the police, they will come here and break up the party. We’ll all get caught drinking underage and lose our drivers licenses. My parents will find out about the party and I’ll be put on restriction. You’re the one who has been playing all these stupid sex games with Mike. He’s told everyone what a whore you are and you just prove it here in front of everyone. Now I’m going to untie you, but you’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut and clean up this fucking mess or we’ll tie you back down to the table for the rest of the night.”

Jeni stomped off leaving Steph tied there. She looking around and saw everyone else having a good time. The room was full of people and they were all just ignoring her. It was like she wasn’t even there.

It took Jeni about ten minutes to get back to her. She had a little basket of cleaning stuff: a brush, some sponges, carpet cleaner, and some all-purpose cleaner. Her boyfriend Paul was with her. Steph wondered if he was one of the guys whom she had fucked. She suddenly realized that she was going to be looking at guys the rest of her life, and not have any idea if they had been a part of her rape.

“Here is some stuff you can use to clean up your mess. I’m going to untie you. Don’t fuck around, ok?”

Jeni and Paul untie Steph’s hands and legs. They had been tied too tightly and were numb. Steph ached all over and it was hard for her to stand up. When she tried to step forward, she fell to the floor. She couldn’t feel her legs at all. She rubbed them with her sore hands to try and get blood to flow back into them.

Jeni swung the extension cord. It whistled through the air and cracked across Steph’s back. Stephanie howled in pain.

“I said clean up the fucking mess!”

Steph panicked. She couldn’t be here anymore. She had to get out. She tried to run. Her legs still weren’t working. She crawled. She fell. Paul picked her up and slammed her back down on the table.

“Fine, we’ll just tie you back up for the rest of the night.” Jeni started to bind her hands again.

“No! Please! I’ll clean it up. I’m sorry. Don’t tie me up again.”

“Hurry up slut. If you don’t clean it quickly the stain will set into the carpet. Then you’ll have to pay to have it cleaned.”

Paul let Steph go and she fell to the floor again. Desperately she looked around for her clothes. Surely someone had dropped them somewhere close by when they were ripped off her.

There were no clothes on the floor. They weren’t around the table. Someone must have carried them off. She was naked in a room full of people and didn’t even know where her clothes were.

She couldn’t stand still. She crawled around on the floor, picking up large globs of salsa and guacamole. She got the brush and carpet cleaner and began to scrub the stains on the carpet. Everyone was staring at her. She didn’t feel sexy, didn’t even feel pretty. She felt like a dirty whore. She hated her body. Nothing was hidden. They could all see her small titties, her bruised ass, her disgusting fuck hole. She wasn’t like the other girls at the party. They were pretty, with beautiful outfits. They fit in here, were loved by their boyfriends. Everyone else was beautiful and perfect and worthy of love. They had used her, tore away everything from her.

She kept scrubbing at the carpet as tears rolled down her cheeks. The stains seemed to be cleaning up better than she thought they would. Maybe if she could just do this right they would let her go home. The guys kept leering at her. All the girls looked disgusted with her. They would never be the only person naked at a party. None of the other girls here would ever fuck all those guys while everyone watched.

“Jeni, I’ve got it cleaned up as best as I can. You almost can’t tell it even happened. I won’t call the police. I’m not going to say anything. Please let me go home.”

“Steph, you did a good job. We’ll let you go home and no else has to hear about what a slut you were tonight. Most of the school probably knows, but we’ll do our best to keep anyone else from finding out. Everyone’s going to turn in their cellphones before they leave the party. I’ll make sure that all the pictures and videos are erased before I give them back at school tomorrow. We don’t want anything posted on the internet that will ruin you. We’re going to help you.”

Jeni was being a lot nicer now. After everything Steph had gone through, she thrived on Jeni being kind to her. She really wanted to believe she had someone on her side again. She didn’t want to do anything to make her mad.

“Thank you Jeni.” Steph stood up and hugged her. The feeling was coming back to her legs now. She felt really awkward pressing her naked body against Jeni, but she really wanted to express her gratitude to her.

“Now Steph, I’m going to my room to find some clothes for you. While I’m gone, you need to keep the party going. There is more beer in the coolers in the back of Paul’s truck. You need to bring them in and make sure everyone has a fresh drink. When you get done with that, I’ll give you something to wear home.”

Jeni kissed her on the cheek and walked off. Steph looked around, realizing that she was going to have to walk through the house naked.

Everyone was looking at her. She covered her chest and pussy with her hands. They had all seen her already; most of them had probably even fucked her. She wanted to hold on to a little dignity however.

She walked outside to go to Paul’s truck. He had about eight coolers full of beer. She wanted to make sure everyone got one quickly, so she loaded up her arms with as many beers as she could carry. It took both arms to hold them. She couldn’t cover herself. The cold bottles pressed into her naked breasts. That was ok. She could deal with it. Just get it over.

She walked back into the house and stopped at the first cluster of people.

“Would you guys like some more beer?”

The way everyone stared at her made her feel weird. They showed complete revulsion toward her. One guy slapped her ass hard. It was already so sore. It was all she could do to keep from dropping all the beer. They all laughed at her. She made several trips back and forth to the truck getting more beer. The cold bottles pressed to her chest made her nipples stand out. This made her more self-conscious. Where was Jenni with the clothes she promised?

She started to think more about Mike. Why had he done this to her? Why had he left her here? Was he fucking Tonya right now? Did he ever really feel anything for her?

She handed out the last of the beer. Several guys had started following her around. They crowded around her.

“Hey sweetheart,” one of them called.

They crowed around her. Hands were all over her. She dropped the beer and covered her breast with both hands, squeezed her legs together. Still, they overtook her. She was pushed to the ground. Her hands were pinned to her sides and her legs were spread apart. They were squeezing her breasts, fingers inside of her. Hands touched her everywhere. She couldn’t move. She was done fighting. Just let them have their way. Get it over. It didn’t matter anymore.

“Holy shit, her fucking tits are tiny,” one of them laughed.

“God look at those cuts and bruises all over her ass, it looks fucking nasty.”

“Shit, I can fit all four fingers in there. God her pussy is wet.”

Steph felt her soul break.

“Hand me that beer bottle. I want to see if it will go in her pussy.”

“Oh god, that’s so fucking sick. Look at that guys!”

“Pull her legs back. Let’s see if it will go into her asshole.”

They pulled her feet up beside her head and held them down, so she was bent into an arch, her ass was spread apart. She couldn’t move. She felt a horrible pressure and it was like her insides were being ripped apart.

“Fucking gross! Oh my god. It’s all the way up to the label.”

A tear went down her cheek.

She heard Jeni’s voice. “What the fuck are you doing now slut?”

The guys scattered and left Steph on the floor, laying down in front of Jeni with a beer bottle sticking out of her ass.

“God, you are such a fucking whore. You are the reason guys don’t respect girls. You’ll let them do anything they want to. You are so nasty.”

She curled up into a little ball and shook with pain. She reached around and felt the beer bottle still sticking in her ass. She tried to pull it out but it was really slippery. She had to use both hands to get it out. For some reason, she was embarrassed by the popping sound it made as it came out. Her ass was bleeding from the inside. The bottle was slick with her blood. She looked up and Jeni was looking down, her noses was crinkled and she looked absolutely disgusted.

“Did you find some clothes for me?” Steph looked up hopfully.

“Christ, your ass is bleeding. I found something, but I don’t want your ass blood all over it.”

“Please Jeni, let me wear it. I’m sorry. I’ll wash it really good before I give it back. I really need something to wear.”

Jeni dropped some clothes in front of her and walked away. Steph was so grateful to wear anything. She pulled the clothes close to her and dressed. It was a little mini skirt that was way too short. Jeni must have worn it was she was twelve. There was a little t-shirt also that barely contained her small breasts. It just covered her nipples and you could still see the curves of her breasts hanging out below the bottom of the shirt.

Steph walked away as quickly as she could though, not wanting to be at the party any longer. She didn’t have a ride, so she started to walk down the block. She was going to have to go halfway across town to get back to her house. It was hard to walk. She was limping. Her ass hurt. Blood was still running down her legs from where she had been sodomized. Even though it was late, she worried someone would see her. She was wearing so little and the blood had soaked through the back of her dress. She couldn’t stop crying.

Suddenly, she looked up and saw Mike’s a few blocks away. It stopped suddenly, like it also saw her. She froze, unable to move. The engine roared out, the tires screamed like like a million women being burned. The car charged at her. Steph’s heart almost cracked her chest and she turned to run. She had been so tired, now her body surged with panic. She must get away. It was like running away from a bad dream. She heard a door slam. Footsteps ran up behind her. A shoulder gored her like the horn of a bull and she slammed into the ground. Mike was on top of her. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. He was tearing at her like a dog would eat raw meat. What little clothing she had was ripped away and he bit her, clawed at her, mounted her. He was fucking her again. He seemed like he would rather kill her than just fuck her. He was insane.

She heard Tonya’s mad cackling laugh. Tonya had left the party with Mike. They did sneak off together after leaving her tied to that table.

“Mike please! I’m yours. I’ll do anything. It hurts. I’m sorry. I won’t say no again.”

His dick exploded inside her. He screamed in passion, then started to laugh. He got off her, stood over her. She looked up and Mike and Tonya were both staring down at her.

She heard his sing-song voice.  “I’m going to count to ten, then we’re going to get you. You better start running.”

The fact that she was still in danger broke through her tangled, disheveled mind. She hurt so badly. She started to crawl, franticly trying to get away, but her legs just limped along. She flailed her arms, trying to get up and run faster.

“One, two three. . .”

She was naked, hobbling down a public street. Her modesty didn’t matter anymore. She wanted to find anyone who would help her.

“. . . four, five, six. . .”

She cried hysterically. Her body wouldn’t work. She couldn’t run.

“. . . seven, eight, nine. . .”

She kept hobbling along. Any distance she put between them had to be good. She had to try.

“Ten”

She could hear Mike’s feet beating the ground behind her. He was coming at her fast. His shoulder went into her back again and she hit the ground hard. Her breath was pushed out of her lungs and she felt like she was suffocating. Mike’s huge body locked into hers and she couldn’t move. She could feel that he was still hard. He loved this. Tonya was laughing.

“You’re going to be our little fuck toy all night long sweetheart. Did you have fun at the party? You were such a fucking tease. You should have let me fuck you. Don’t ever say no to me again. You are mine. You belong to me. You will always do whatever I tell you.”

He got off her. She could breathe, finally, and she sucked in hard to fill her lungs with the cool air of the night. She clutched her knees and curled into a protected little ball.

He grabbed her by her hair, yanked hard to pick her up. She tried to get up quickly, it felt like her hair was being yanked out of her head. He pulled up higher. She had to stand on her tiptoes. She put both hands on her head, trying to relieve some of the tension. Her body was stretched out. Her little breasts stood out, her nipples erect in the cold air. She was face-to-face with Tonya. Tonya’s hands wrapped around her waist. They were so warm. They went up her body, cupped her breasts, and started to fondle her nipples. That was the most gently anyone had touched her so far that night. Tonya’s fingers slid over her nipples, one right after the other. They looked into each others eyes. Steph was completely vulnerable. She couldn’t stop Tonya, even if she wanted. Tonya lend in and kissed her neck, her ear, her shoulder. Tonya’s hands slid down her body, wrapped around her waist, slid lower and pressed into Stephanie’s bottom, pushing the two girls’ pelvises together. Tonya’s lips and tongue sucked and kissed her nipples. Tonya’s fingers pulled her pubic hair, explored her sex. Steph craved her touch; she was so close to release. After everything that had happed, she was turned on. Tonya’s tongue licked her pussy. Her body trembled. She was going to cum. She was going to explode in front of them.

She was a wreck when she got home. She had tried to put the tiny outfit back on, but it was in pieces.

She walked right through the front door and collapsed. Her parents both stared at her in shock. Her hair was disheveled, she was bloody and broken. Her father lifted her off the floor and carried her to her bedroom.

When she woke up, it seemed like it was days later. Her body hurt worse than before, but everything that had happened seemed like a surreal nightmare.

Mother and father came in yelling at her. She was a whore. She let this happen.

Her father drove her to school. She spent the whole ride staring out the window and drooling on herself. When they got there, father wouldn’t even walk her into the building. As shewent down the hall, she was aware of people staring, laughing, pointing. For a moment she became lucid or at least a different kind of crazy. She screamed and started to run. She screamed and tore at her clothes. She ran down the hall, slamming herself into walls as hard as she could. She ripped her shirt open and exposed her breasts in the hallway. She screamed and punched her titties as hard as she could. She screamed out her insanity. Then, broken, she lay down in the hallway sobbing uncontrollably. Everyone stared, horrified by the broken girl.

Someone pushed through the crowd. Stephanie felt a jacket being wrapped around her. She felt herself being lifted up like a little girl. She was being carried off to a safe place, far from here. She opened her eyes and realized that she was in Mike’s arms. Tonya was by his side.

“It’s ok baby girl. We’re going to take care of you. We’ll get you out of here and away from everyone,” Mike said. “This school has really started to suck. It’s always the same shit everyday.”

“Yeah,” Tonya said. “We’ve been tired of this for a while now. You’re our ticket out of here Steph. We’re going to take your ass on the road and sell your cunt for gas money. It’s really Kerouac.”

They quickly carried her out of the school as teachers swarmed the hallways to locate the reported insane girl. They slipped out under the cover of chaos. Steph was too far gone from reality to protest. Her mind was broken.

She rocked back and forth while sitting in Mike’s car as they drove down the road. All she ever wanted was to be free of the school, the students, the way it made her feel. All of that now seemed to be the last vestige of the normal little girl she had always tried to be. As that last layer of disguise was peeled away from her, only the slut was left. No mind, no will. She was every woman, every whore. The vagina of womanhood, waiting to be fucked by man.