BoCH 1: Carry's Shower

The sun crested the horizon and shone its radiance on small Filton College. Birds sang sweet melodies, and dew drops glistened on the manicured grass. Nothing about the beautiful spring day hinted at the malice that was to come; no signs and portents gave an indication that the opening salvo in what was to become the greatest war in the history of the school was about to be fired.

Carry Wyatt certainly did not anticipate that she would be the first victim as she blissfully stood under the warm water of the shower. She luxuriated in the spray. Though she heard the bathroom door open and close a couple of times, she felt no need to hurry as she woke much earlier than most of her school mates. She knew from experience that there would not be enough girls up already to fill the shower stalls.

These stalls were just one of the perks of living in Carter Hall. Carry had taken one look at the communal showers in the freshman girls’ dorm at summer orientation and had resolved to do anything possible to get into better living conditions. Fortunately, her skill at volleyball came to her aid. The team was scarcely more than a club as it had only two partial scholarships to offer, but the coach was able to provide her recruits entrance into the relatively cushy girls athletic dorm.

Of course, life in the CH, as they jokingly referred to it, did have some downside. While her teammates occupied most of the rooms on the northwest side of the third floor, the cheerleading squad lived opposite them on the southwest side. A healthy rivalry had developed between the two sets of girls.

In later years, Carry would think back often about the circumstances that led up to that day, about how a twist of fate had placed the cheerleaders and the volleyball team in such close quarters. She would wonder what it was about her that had made destiny, or, rather, Staci Sanders, choose her. Was it her modesty about her body that set her apart from the other girls? Did the robe that she always wore over her conservative nightgown mark her as a target? She never got a chance to ask Staci the reason, and, maybe, there was no reason. Maybe Staci walked into the restroom that day, saw Carry’s distinctive bunny slippers peeking out underneath the shower curtain separating the dressing area of the stall from the room, and decided right then and there to pull her prank.

Regardless of the reason, it did happen to her.

As Carry finished rinsing out her hair, she reached for the towel that she had left hanging on the hook in the dressing area. With her eyes still stinging from the water and shampoo, she groped for it when her hand did not immediately feel the soft cloth. Her probing hand soon felt the unadorned metal hook.

‘Crap!’ she thought, ‘it must of fallen.’

Shaking the water from her eyes as best she could, she peeked out to search for the wayward towel. It was nowhere to be seen. Not only that, but the rest of her stuff was missing as well. The long nightgown, panties, and robe that she had worn in were not there. Her outfit that she was planning to wear that day was not there. Even her slippers and room key were gone!

Even though her naked body was still concealed by two closed shower curtains, she instinctively used her hands to cover her breasts and bush.

‘Someone has stolen my clothes!’ she thought. ‘Oh my God! I’m naked with no clothes, and no way to get back into my room. What do I do?’

She fought to control the panic that was threatening to consume her mind.

‘Think, dammit. What do I do?’

She listened for sounds in the restroom but didn’t hear any. She stepped into the dressing area and poked her head out, wrapping the hanging drapery around herself to conceal her nudity.

“Is there anybody in here?” she called out.

There was no response.

‘Maybe they left my clothes in the restroom.’

Conscious of her state of undress, she warily stepped out from the cover provided by the shower curtain into the open room. Still dripping water and keeping her hands strategically placed as much as possible just in case her tormentor was still hiding in the bathroom or someone walked in, she searched through every shower and toilet stall. Her clothes were nowhere to be found.

She had only two choices: try to make it back to her room and hope that she would be able to wake her roommate or hide in the restroom until she could find someone to get clothes for her. She stood there wet and shivering for about five minutes trying to decide what to do. Not a single person entered the room.

In the end, it was her desire not to lose her job that prompted her to move. She only had about 30 minutes left to dress and get over to Dean Brown’s house to walk his dog. She’d only had the job for a couple of weeks, and she didn’t want to let down the most powerful man at the college. Having heard stories about how her employers had fired previous students in her position for being less than five minutes late, she knew that the Dean and his wife were notoriously strict regarding punctuality.

She stuck her head outside the door and was relieved to find the hallway empty. She stepped out and let the bathroom door close behind her. She was now naked in her dorm corridor! Anyone could step out of their room at anytime and see her with her body covered only by her hands. A girl stepping out behind her would see her bare butt!

As quickly as she could, she padded to her own door.

‘Maybe I left it unlocked. Please, please tell me that I left it unlocked.’

Hopeful, she reached her hand out to the doorknob leaving her breasts uncovered. It wouldn’t turn.

‘Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! What do I do now?’

Her only option was to try to wake her roommate. Unfortunately, Joeli slept with her iPod blaring in her ears and was notoriously hard to wake up. Carry began banging on the door.

“Joeli, wake up please!” she shouted.

The noise that she was making was bound to attract attention, and, sure enough, the door opposite hers opened. Carry quickly turned around so that her bare butt was up against her room and used her arms to conceal her charms. In front of her stood Staci Sanders.

“Well, what do we have here? A streaker?” Staci said loudly.

More doors started opening in response to the commotion, and sleepy girls started coming out into the hallway.

Staci laughed.

“Locked out of your room, naked, dripping wet, and your roommate won’t answer the door. I hate it when that happens.”

Carry was already about to die of shame when she noticed a boy in the gathering crowd. Karen, one of Staci’s fellow cheerleaders, must have decided to let her boyfriend, Mike, stay the night and try to sneak him out in the morning. Carry was beyond mortified.

Staci pulled something out of her pocket. It was Carry’s room key!

“It’s an amazing coincidence, but I just happened to have found this key this morning. I wonder if it fits your door?” Staci asked, feigning innocence.

“Please give it me, Staci. Please?”

“I don’t know if I should. Finders, keepers and all.”

“Please, I’m begging you,” Carry said.

“I don’t see you begging. I see you asking. I’d like to see you beg.”

“What do you mean?” Carry asked.

“I mean that I want you to beg. Like a dog. You’re a dog walker, right. Let’s see you beg like a dog.”

Carry couldn’t bear the thought of all the eyes on her naked body, especially a boy’s eyes. She just wanted it to be over. She lowered herself to her knees, keeping her rear firmly planted against her door and hiding her private parts as much as she could. She knew, though, that the crowd had to have gotten peaks at her nipples and full brown bush as she kneeled down. She blushed crimson.

“I don’t think that dogs keep their paws up clenched across their bodies when they beg, do they?”

Stacy held her hands out in front of her with bent wrists.

“I think they beg more like this.”

Surely Staci didn’t expect her to bare herself to everyone, did she?

“Please, Staci,” she started.

Staci glared at her.

‘Please let this end. I wish I were anywhere but here.’

Shaking like a canopy in a hurricane, Carry extended her hands out in an imitation of Staci.

The assemblage oohed as the coed exposed herself. Carry could feel all the eyes, especially Mike’s, on her breasts and bush, examining every inch of her.

“Now bark,” Staci commanded.

“Woof, woof.”

Staci patted her head.

“Good dog. Now get on your hands and knees.”

Not knowing what else to do, Carry did what she asked. She imagined how she looked with her 36C breasts hanging down in front of her peers.

“Come out from the wall,” Staci ordered.

Carry crawled toward her blonde tormenter.

“Great. You’re such a good dog. Now turn in a circle.”

Carry turned around, exposing her butt to everyone watching.

“Excellent. One more trick and you’ll deserve a treat.”

Did Staci mean that she’d give her the key next? Carry’s hopes rose.

“All you have to do is roll over onto your back.”

‘I can’t lay on my back without exposing my really private parts to everyone. Surely, she can’t mean for me to do that.’

Carry looked at Staci with wide, pleading eyes. There was no sympathy in the look that Staci returned.

Resigned, Carry, keeping her legs as tightly clenched as possible, turned over so that she was lying flat on her back on the cold tile floor.

“Oh no. I don’t think that dogs lie flat like that. I seem to recall them having their limbs up in the air.”

Carry whimpered but followed Staci’s suggestion. She lifted her arms and legs straight up.

“Good doggy.”

Staci put touch each of her hands to one of Carry’s bare ankles and gently pushed. Humiliated, Carry spread her legs. As the crowd jostled for position to see Carry’s exposed pussy, Staci circled the debased girl and bent down by her side. Staci then traced her finger from Carry’s nipple, which hardened at the touch, to her clit.

Putting her finger in the air, she said, “hmmm. It’s wet. Someone must like being a dog.”

With that last belittling remark, Staci threw the key beside Carry and went back into her room. The audience laughed hysterically as Carry snatched up the key and ran into the safety of her room.

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