Naked Night

Chapter One

Rebecca crept down the alley. A stirring breeze tickled her bare breasts and sent a shiver through bits of her that she never dreamed she'd be displaying so openly.

Normally, when she felt awkward in a situation where anything remotely sexual was suggested, she knew she was just being weird. Most girls who’d just graduated high school were much more experienced than she was. In this instance, though, she felt strongly that even the most confident of them would feel uncomfortable.

For her, it was probably ten times worse, though. She’d never been naked anywhere except in the shower. She’d never expected to be naked anywhere other than that except, perhaps, a doctor’s office.

“That stupid, moronic, idiotic, asshole,” she muttered.

How could her brother have locked the garage door? He barely ever even remembered to close it. The one time she needed it to be open ...

He wasn’t the only one at fault, though. Even if it was dark, she should never have ventured out wearing only a towel. But that, really, was his fault, too. He was so busy playing video games that he neglected to do any cleaning, not even in the kitchen, and she’d just finished a shower when he’d told her that he was expecting friends in a little while.

In both his defense and hers, though, who would have thought in a million years that a quick trip to dispose of the smelly trash would have resulted in such calamity?

There’d been no one at all in sight of the short driveway between her garage and the alley when she’d stepped from her backyard, careful to keep the gate from closing fully. Then, the neighbor’s dog had appeared from nowhere, wanting to play tug of war.

He’d won, too, running away with the towel and leaving her completely unclothed. Worse, she’d grabbed onto the gate to give her leverage during the scuffle. It had closed, of course. It always locked when it closed, of course.

God! This couldn’t be happening to her. She couldn’t really be naked outside.

But it was, and she was.

Dwelling on how she got here wasn’t helping, though, so she resolved to put the incident from her mind. She needed to concentrate on the path forward.

With no way into the back of the house, she’d been faced with only one option – going all the way around to the front. That would have been a terrifying prospect even if it only mean circling just her house. It didn’t. In her neighborhood, the fence from one house abutted the fence from the next. To get to around, she needed to travel more than a half dozen houses down and then back again.

She hurried down the back alleyway. Every second she spent outside was a second in which she might be spotted. Besides, she just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with.

At least both sides were lined high with privacy fences that shielded her from the view from the houses she was passing behind, and she was likely to hear anyone outside their garage before she reached them. The only real danger was a car appearing, but the noise should give her ample warning.

She was probably safe enough for now, as safe as a naked girl who desperately wanted to avoid being seen could be, anyway.

Soon, she reached a drive between houses. As she crept to the edge of the fence lining it and peeked around the corner, she was filled with dread. Nothing would protect her from view and she made her way down the drive toward the street.

It was either accept the risk of being caught out in the open or stay where she was and definitely be seen eventually, though. After taking a deep breath, she stepped out onto a narrow strip of grass adjacent to the concrete and hustled forward.

Her breasts and every other part of her jiggled as she ran. If anyone saw her like that … God! She’d have to move to another town. That would be the only option.

As far as she could tell, though, there was no one about to see her, and she reached the edge of the first house quickly. Luckily, there were no lights on, and it was quiet, meaning that, probably, no one was home. No one at that house, at least, would see her naked body.

The wall of the house was in shadow, and she felt some sense of relative safety pressing herself against it. She stood there for a while, listening in an attempt to determine if anyone was out and about.

She gazed at the long stretch of open green between her and her house. Unlike the alley, there was nothing other than shadows cast by trees in each yard to block her from view. If a car drove down the street, she’d almost certainly be seen.

To get home, not only did she have to remain in complete view of the road for a long time, but she’d have to pass at least a dozen lit windows. Once there, she’d have to find the spare key hidden in a fake rock and get the door unlocked to get inside. She had to do it fast, though. Her brother’s friends could be arriving at any time.

Rebecca couldn’t even imagine how embarrassed she’d be if one of them saw her like this. Crap, how embarrassed she’d be if anyone at all saw her like this.

She shuddered. What if someone she knew saw her, like Rick from across the street? She’d simply die.

The cool, soft grass caressing her bare feet highlighted her vulnerability. She never even left the house without shoes for gosh sake!

God! She had to get home! She had to get inside!

To do that, she had to move, to leave the imaginary safety of her current position, but the thought of leaving that relatively shielded position and entering the wide open spaces of the front lawns was her personal nightmare. There was no choice, though. She had to move.

With one hand clutched over her breasts and the other covering her most private part, at least anyone seeing her wouldn’t really see anything. Except her butt.

Heat rose to her face.

Marching as quickly as she thought prudent, she passed completely by the first house and stopped at the corner of the next, waiting in the shadows. Light streaming from a window ahead made her nervous. Anyone could be standing there looking out.

Rebecca edged slowly up to the side of it and peeked in, her heart pounding. No one was there. Good.

She didn’t have time to check each window like that, though, so she dashed past the next one, hurrying from the start of that ranch-style home to the end of the next one.

To that point, she’d been able to keep almost exclusively to the shadows, making her feel at least somewhat concealed, but there was a big open space between her and the next tree. Not only that, the area was fully illuminated by a street light a short distance away. Even the thought of being out of the shade made her feel so exposed.

Again, though, she realized that there was no choice. Home. Inside. Safety. Those concepts became her mantra.

Examining the surrounding intently both with her eyes and ears, she stood there for a moment, searching for any signs of life. She didn’t think anyone was about.

It occurred to her that she could just sprint the rest of the way home. The sooner she got inside, the less chance there was she'd be seen.

Taking it slow and cautiously gave her the opportunity to avoid people, though. If someone was at a window, she could crawl underneath. If someone walked outside, she might be able to find cover behind a bush or something.

In any situation like that, running meant her being seen.

Too risky. No way she was doing that!

Not hearing anything, she stole out into the twenty yard stretch between houses. Midway across, she heard something. A rustling. Air moving.

At first, she thought it was just the breeze moving through the tree limbs, but it got louder. A light appeared on the street.

A car.

Rebecca looked around frantically. There was no cover. The houses were both too far away. There wasn’t even a shrub nearby.

The car was coming fast!

Seeing no other choice, she dove onto the ground, praying that the driver wouldn’t see her.

As it approached, she hid her eyes, unable to watch.

From the sound, the car drew near her, opposite her on the road.

Rebecca wished with all her might for it to continue. Then, she had a really horrible thought – what if it was the police? The thought of being handcuffed naked and taken to the station made her just about have a heart attack.

The car stopped. A door opened.

“What have we here?” a female voice called.

Chapter Two

Lying face down on the damp grass, Rebecca thrust her hands over her butt.

She couldn’t imagine what she must look like—bare naked from the tips of her toes to the top of her raven hair, her pale, nude body glowing under the harsh fluorescent glare of a nearby streetlight, her massive breasts spilling out to the sides from the weight pressing against them. How could she have been so stupid to get caught outside like this? Someone was about to see her completely naked!

Another car door opened.

“Is she naked?” A different female voice asked.

“Damn! That girl is getting her freak on right here on the grass.”

Rebecca grimaced. Any slim hope that they hadn’t seen her vanished. What should she do? Run?

As the two girls got closer, she couldn’t look at them. She opted for closing her eyes and hoping they’d go away.

“It’s okay,” the second one said. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

Rebecca had been so focused on the humiliation of being seen without any clothes on that she hadn’t even considered how vulnerable her state made her. She whimpered.

“Are you hurt? Did someone do this to you?” For the first time, a note a concern crept into one of the voices.

Rebecca shook her head and regretted it the instant she did it. Much better to play the victim right now than to be truthful, but it was too late.

The closer of the two voices laughed. “Told ya. She was out for a little streak and got caught. Good times.”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only were these two girls looking at Rebecca, but they were being loud. If she didn’t do something, the whole neighborhood would come out to investigate. God, she’d just die if anyone she knew saw her, especially a guy. It was bad enough that these two strangers, both girls, were seeing so much of her.

“Please, could you just leave?” she asked.

“Where’s the fun in that?” The nearer one raised her voice.

“Shh, Carly! No need to scare her.” The other girl walked closer. “I’m Jules.”

What was Rebecca supposed to do, shake her hand? Instead she tensed, tightening her grip on her buttocks.

“Is this your house?” Jules asked.

Rebecca looked down the street to her home which was still a depressingly long way away. “Three down.”

“Why don’t we give you a ride?” Jules said.

“Wh-Why?”

“It’s safer,” Jules said. “I wouldn’t feel right about leaving you outside like this.”

It would have been much preferable if the two girls just went away. On the other hand, Jules did have a point. It was only a short distance to the house, but who knew what could happen? Danny’s friends could show up at any moment.

Rebecca grimaced at the thought of being caught by any of those guys. She’d never, ever, ever live that down. If the girls could drop her off at her front door, it would get her there that much faster and running to their car left her exposed for a much shorter distance than what she currently faced.

“O-Okay,” she said, still trying to avoid looking at them as if her not seeing them would somehow protect her from their view. “Th-Thanks.”

Nobody moved or said anything for a moment.

“You kind of have to get up, now,” Jules said.

Rebecca would need her hands to do that, meaning that there was absolutely no way for her to get up with much of her modesty intact. “Would you mind turning around?”

Carly barked out a laugh. “Not so much. You ain’t got nothing we don’t have, anyway.”

Rebecca looked at them for the first time. Carly, a plump brunette in jeans and a blue blouse, smacked gum and wore a cross expression on her face.

Jules, a cute blonde with huge eyes in a short skirt and tight tank top, smiled. “C’mon. We don’t bite.”

Protesting would have only prolonged Rebecca’s ordeal. Best to treat it like a Band-Aid. Staying crouched and clutching my arms to protect her breasts and privates from view, she stood.

They’d surely seen her boobs while she was getting up, but that was all. Soon, she’d be safe inside, hopefully to fall into a deep sleep and forget this had ever happened.

All things considered, the situation could have been much worse. No one had even really seen much of her at all.

“Okay,” she said. “After you.”

Following would be much better than knowing they were staring at her naked butt.

Carly grinned and the most evil, malicious gleam ever shone from her eyes. “I don’t know, Jules. Who knows what she’s hiding under them hands? I don’t feel safe. She’s going to have to show us.”

Chapter Three

Rebecca was one hundred percent naked. She didn’t even have on a strip of clothing, much less a weapon or something that could be considered dangerous. The only thing she hid was her modesty.

Surely, Carly couldn’t be serious. She couldn’t really be scared.

Rebecca grimaced, realizing suddenly that fear wasn’t driving the demand at all. A chance to exert power was. A chance to humiliate a weakling was.

Carly was a bully.

Rebecca looked to Jules, who had at least seemed friendly, for help, but the blonde just shrugged.

God! Things had just gone from bad to worse.

“I’ll just … I’ll just walk home then. Th-Thanks for the offer and everything.”

“I can’t let you do that,” Carly said, grinning gleefully. “The thought that anything had happened to you would keep me up at night.”

Yeah. Right.

“Please, just let me go,” Rebecca said. “You can watch from here.”

“I told you that I can’t let you do that.”

Rebecca winced at the hard tone in Carly’s voice. “Please don’t make me do this. No one … No one has seen me naked before.”

Carly’s answer was a cold glare. There was not a single hint of mercy in her eyes.

“Best to just let her have her fun,” Jules said. “It won’t be any real harm to you, and, then, we can get you home.”

“Best hurry, too. I’m starting to feel all scared of you. I tend to scream real loud like when I feel scared.” Carly glanced significantly at the surrounding slumbering households.

Rebecca did not want to show off her body to these two. To anyone, really. The thought of it made her arms and legs literally tremble. These girls were obviously not going to leave her alone until she lowered her arms, though, showing them all of her. It was either reveal herself completely to them or have the whole neighborhood see her. That was really no choice at all.

She didn’t have the willpower to consciously move her arms. Instead, she just kind of relaxed and let gravity take over. Her hands shook as they slowly sank to her sides, revealing her breasts and completely bare private parts.

It was the most monumentally embarrassing moment of her life.

“Damn,” Carly said. “What are those, a D cup?”

More like DD, not that Rebecca was going to admit to that. Though not completely obese, she wasn't exactly svelte, either, and most of the excess weight seemed to go to her chest and hips. “Y-yes.”

A car door slammed, causing her to jump. Her eyes darted behind her, but the sound had come from far away, echoing off many houses.

“And look at the jiggling!” Carly said. “We gonna have us a good time.”

Jules shot her a glare. “Be nice.”

“What? I’m nice. We offered her a ride, didn’t we?”

“It would really be better if I just walked,” Rebecca said. “Please? You’ve had your fun.”

“You really want to do that with the entire neighborhood watching?” Carly said.

“Huh? There’s no one out.”

Carly smirked. “There will be when I start yelling about seeing a naked girl.”

Rebecca hung her head. Again, they had her. For the umpteenth time tonight, she had no options save a bad one and an unthinkable one. Like a condemned prisoner on the way to the gallows, she followed them to the car.

Chapter Four

Rebecca climbed into the backseat of the car, hoping against hope that Carly and Jules would simply take her home and let her out.

Instead, Carly started the car and flipped on the inside light but didn’t start it moving, instead turning to look in the backseat. “I want to see what’s between them legs.”

“Carly!” Jules yelled.

“What? She wanted to get her freak on, so we might as well let her.”

Rebecca was near tears. No. No way. That was not going to happen.

“Let’s see that pussy,” Carly said.

“I … I … can’t.”

“Sure you can. Just spread them legs wide, girl!”

Rebecca’s vision blurred with moisture.

“The car’s running,” Carly said. “Inside and outside lights are on. People probably gonna start checking us out to see what we’re doing.”

She was right. In this neighborhood, a car idling in front of a house was a cause for people to investigate, and, when they did, they’d end up seeing … everything.

Rebecca hung her head. She couldn’t let that happen. Thoroughly defeated, she decided to just do what she was ordered to, even if it meant her complete humiliation, so, though exposing her most private place to this bully was her ultimate nightmare, she spread her legs wide.

“Damn,” Carly said. “Slut is shaved bare.”

“Most girls do that nowadays, you know,” Jules said.

“No shit? Do you?”

Jules didn’t answer Carly’s question, seemingly too captivated by the view being presented in the backseat.

Rebecca sat with her palms flat on the seat to each side and her tits with their hard nipples drooping down unrestrained. Not much of her that she’d normally have covered was concealed from sight.

Both girls’ eyes were intent on the mortifying display.

Rebecca had never been so mortified in her life. Surely things could not possibly get any worse.

“Oh God!” Jules covered her mouth with her hand.

“What?” Carly said.

“Her ... her private place. It’s glistening. She’s wet.”

In just that instant, Rebecca went from thinking she’d reached the pinnacle of disgrace to, as the evidence of her extreme arousal was pointed out, realizing that there remained lower and lower levels of debasement still to experience. Her face felt like it was going to burst into flame.

“No shit?” Carly said. “Told you. She’s loving this.”

Rebecca wanted to protest. She wanted nothing more than to just be out of this situation. To be in her bed, clothed from head to foot in flannel. No words would form, though.

Not that that the inability to speak was necessarily a bad thing. She couldn’t imagine what she could possibly say that would make things better.

“Stay exactly like that, freaky girl,” Carly said. “Don’t move a muscle.”

Scared of what would happen if she disobeyed, Rebecca nodded. Carly turned around and eased the car forward.

Rebecca took a long breath. It would all be over soon. All she’d have to do was run from the vehicle to her front door. She’d quickly find the key and get inside. Surely idiot brother’s friends hadn’t made it over yet. She’d rush inside and to her room.

But her salvation was not to be.

Carly accelerated and kept accelerating. Rebecca’s house passed in a blur.

“Th-that was my house!”

“It was a nice one, too,” Carly said.

“Wh-Why didn’t you drop me off?”

Carly glanced back. “What would be the fun in that?”

Chapter Five

Rebecca couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She was being kidnapped by two girls and driven around town completely naked with her legs spread and her palms flat down pressed against the seat. No part of her was covered.

Carly had been cruising around aimlessly in the residential part of town for a good ten minutes with no sign of an intent to stop anytime soon. In the back seat, Rebecca winced in fear every time a car passed, especially tall SUVs whose passengers could so easily peer down into the backseat of the little sedan she was in. Stopping at traffic lights was a special circle of hell for her.

To that point, though, she was pretty sure no one besides the two girls in the front seat had actually caught sight of her. That was surely about to change, though. Her eyes widened in terror when Carly turned onto the main drag. Even though it was relatively late in the evening, there were so many people and so much traffic about.

The first establishment that was open that they came to was The Big Burger Bun, and Rebecca tensed as the car slowed and turned into the parking lot.

Oh God! She was going to be made to do something at the fast food joint. She just knew it.

As the car reached opposite the glass front door, Carly pulled to a halt.

The place was nearly deserted, which wasn’t that unusual considering that most people seemed to prefer the more name brand restaurants.

Nearly deserted wasn’t the same thing as empty, though. Three employees, two girls and a guy all looking about Rebecca’s age, worked behind the counter. Another guy and girl in their twenties sat at a table near the back, and a lone teenage boy ate at a table near the front.

“Hey, naked girl,” Carly said. “I’m hungry. Run in and grab me a burger.”

“You can't be serious!” Rebecca said, frozen in her position in the backseat.

“Kinda, but not totally. You are definitely gonna get out of this car, but you don’t have to get me anything.”

Rebecca’s heart pounded. No way she was getting out. No way.

“Pl-Please, Carly. Please.”

"Two choices. Option one, you can run in the front door, streak to the other side, and exit the opposite door where I’ll meet you. If you do that, I’ll take you home. Option two, I pull your ass from the backseat and leave you here.”

“But I'm naked!”

Carly rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah. Wouldn’t be much of a streak otherwise.”

“They’ll see everything, and surely they all have cell phones. They’ll take videos. My face will be all over the internet.”

“Don’t care,” Carly said. “You’re getting out of my car here regardless.”

Rebecca had no doubt the stout looking girl was stronger than her and tougher than her.

“Jules, is there … is there anything you can do?” Rebecca asked.

The blonde looked at her friend.

“Don’t even think about it,” Carly said. “This is happening. Besides, the little slut wants it. She’s juicing major and I haven’t even had to remind her not to shut her legs. She’s totally getting off on this.”

Rebecca looked down at her gaping crotch. Even in the sparse light, her pink folds glistened. She felt more tingly than she had ever felt before.

God! What if Carly was right?

Jules turned to face the backseat. “I wish I could, but Carly’s pretty determined when she gets like this. And it’s her car.”

“I can’t streak through there. I just can’t!” Rebecca yelled. “People will see me!”

Jules frowned sympathetically. "I guess what you have to think of is – how many more people are going to see you and take videos of you if you have to walk five miles back to your place?”

Rebecca shuddered, on the verge of tears.

“Is your biggest fear that you’ll be recognized?” Jules asked.

God, being seen at all sounded absolutely terrifying. Rebecca nodded mutely, though. It would definitely be better if no one knew who she was.

Jules chewed her lips a second. She whipped off her shirt, revealing pert, bra-encased breasts. Her hard nipples were poking out.

“Jules! Damn! What are you doing?” Carly asked.

“You can use this to cover your face,” Jules told Rebecca. “But only your face. Cool?”

Rebecca nodded, suddenly very thankful for the nice, pretty blonde. Maybe it wouldn't be quite so bad to be seen naked by all those people if they didn't know who she was. Maybe it would be kind of exciting if three guys she didn't even know saw her.

God! What was she thinking? No it wouldn’t be.

For yet another time, though, it wasn’t like she had any real choice in the matter.

She shuddered. “Okay. Fine.”

Chapter Six

Rebecca couldn’t help but ruminate on the fact that, before today, no one had ever seen her completely naked – well, since she was a young child, anyway. Other than that one doctor visit her mom insisted on dragging her to, no one had seen much of her body at all.

Now, as she wrapped a shirt around her head making sure it was secure and that only her eyes would uncovered above her neck, two girls stared at her very naked and exposed body, and, God, nine more people were about to see her, too.

She literally could not imagine anything in her life that she wanted to do less than step out of the car. As her trembling fingers opened her door, though, she couldn’t help but be very aware of the tingling sensation in her nether regions.

If she hated this so much, why was her body reacting like that? If she hated this so much, why had she been so easy to convince?

When Carly had demanded that she show herself back in the open on that lawn, Rebecca could have easily simply made a run for it. Even if loud screams had followed her, it was likely she would have made it inside before any of her neighbors had a chance to get to their doors. At worst, someone would have gotten a fleeting glimpse of her glowing white butt.

Because of her monumentally bad decision to instead comply with the wishes of a bully, a lot more people were about to see a lot more of her. She was actually about to streak a burger joint.

God! She wished whatever was causing her supremely bad errors in judgment would just go away!

She stepped out of the car, her legs shaking with fear. Her hands flew to cover her bits.

“Hey!” Carly yelled. “No covering!”

Rebecca winced. She had to do as she was told, right? She had to walk into the restaurant and let everyone look at her completely uncovered body. Flopping breasts. Jiggling ass. Shaved slit. If she didn’t run fast enough, everyone in the place would see all those things.

The thought made her want to die. It also made her … giddy … though. She didn’t understand what was happening to her.

Now wasn’t really the time to try, though. Instead, she concentrated on the fact that Carly could easily – would easily – simply drive off. If she did that, Rebecca would be left here, a long, long way from home while on foot, completely naked.

Stranded. Nude. Two powerful concepts that didn’t belong together.

She told herself that she had no choice. No choice at all. She dropped her hands.

People were going to see her body, all of her body. Soon.

A car passed on the highway. It didn’t slow, but it passed. More people could have seen her.

God! She wanted so badly to cover herself, to clutch her arm over her breasts and let her erect nipples rub against her soft skin, to clench her hand over her clit and pussy and let the motion of her steps rub the two together. It would feel so, so good. She’d get such sweet, sweet relief …

No. She wanted to cover herself so no one would see her. That was the only reason. Not because doing so would bring certain body parts within close proximity to other body parts.

What was happening to her?

Rebecca realized that she was just standing there, exposed, in a very public parking lot that was in full view of the main drag. She needed to move it, quickly.

Without another thought, she took off toward the building. Behind her, Carly’s car sped off, hopefully to meet her on the other side.

Oh God! If it didn't, she didn’t know what she'd do. Die, probably.

Rebecca ran to the front door and pulled it open. The glass swung so forcefully that it clanged against the doorstop. Every eye turned to her. She stood there frozen for an instant.

Guys were seeing her. Her boobs. Her erect nipples. Her intimate place. The solo guy near the front pointed his phone at her.

Her tummy tingled with excitement.

Then one of the girls behind the counter pointed and laughed. “Look! The fat chick is naked.”

Others joined in. “Shake it baby!”

Oh God! Rebecca had to get out of there. Unable to process anything other than her need to leave, she sprinted across the restaurant, her bits wobbling and jiggling.

Everybody laughed. She was mortified.

Soon, though, she'd reach the door. Carly’s car was just outside. Safety. Relative safety, anyway.

Rebecca finally reached the exit. Salvation! She tugged on the door. Nothing.

She pushed on it. Nothing.

“Oh,” a girl behind the counter said, “that door doesn't work.”

Chapter Seven

The task, though embarrassing beyond belief, had been relatively simple. Go in one door. Run across the fast food joint. Exit the opposite door.

That the opposite door might not open hadn’t even occurred to Rebecca. It was a door. It opened. If it didn’t open, what, exactly was the point of it existing?

She’d never even considered what to do if it didn’t, so, with her exit blocked, she had no idea what to do.

Rebecca spun, her stare wide. As everyone in the restaurant watched her, she froze like a deer caught in headlights, went tharn like those rabbits in that book. Everyone was staring at her! At all of her! At her totally nude body. Her jigging breasts. Her bare butt. Her shaved privates.

God! She had never been more mortified in her life. Nor had she ever been more turned on.

That wasn’t important at the moment, though. Escape! That was the only thing she needed to be considering. Getting to cover.

Cover! Oh God, her hands weren't even over her. Why wasn’t she using them to provide some protection? These people held cameras. They were taking pictures. Videos.

Her arms went to cover herself as she eyed the door she came in, now her only way out.

The teenage boy near the front stood and moved between her and the exit. “I don't think so.”

“Wh-what?” she asked, confused.

“You came in to give us a show, so give us one,” he said.

Rebecca didn’t understand what was happening.

“Drop your hands,” he said in a very commanding tone.

“N-no.”

One of the guys from behind the counter approached while she was concentrating on the boy giving her orders. She felt a tug at the shirt concealing her identity.

“No!” she yelled.

But she was too late. The covering was whipped off her face. If they recognized her, if they took pictures of her face, her life was ruined. She’d be the joke of the entire town for the rest of her life. Stories of naked fat girl Rebecca streaking The Big Burger Bun would follow her for the rest of her life.

Protecting her face was so, so much more important that covering her body, which they’d all already seen anyway.

She plastered her hands – both her hands – to her face. That action, of course, left the rest of her completely revealed.

The boy grinned. “Look, all we want is a bit of a show. If you follow instructions, we’ll even let you keep your face covered. Okay?”

Rebecca nodded.

“Good. Now, lean forward and shake those tits.”

Oh God! She couldn’t believe this was happening to her, couldn’t believe that she didn't have any choice but to present to this leering crowd whatever degrading, vulgar display they demanded.

With her hands plastered over her face, only her eyes revealed through split fingers, she did as he demanded. She leaned her body forward, letting her massive breasts dangle beneath her, stretching toward the floor.

“C’mon,” he said. “Jiggle them!”

Closing her eyes, she moved her torso back and forth, feeling her breasts sway and undulate. The guy clapped.

“Man,” someone from the direction of the counter said, “she’s like a cow. I’d love to squeeze those nipples.”

A surge of deep, intoxicating humiliation spread throughout her body. These people were not only seeing her most private parts, but they were judging those parts. These people weren’t just seeing her nude body, but they were forcing her to perform for them.

It was the most demeaning, most erotic experience of her life.

Rebecca moaned as the extreme mortification was accompanied by a wave of intense arousal. Her nipples stuck out like erasers. She was positive that her pussy dripped fluid.

“Keep doing that but turn around,” the boy said.

She had to open her eyes to keep her balance, but she didn’t dare look at the people and cameras watching her. Still swaying wildly, she spun so that her backside was facing the crowd.

“Great,” the boy said. “Lean over a little more. A little more.”

Her torso was nearly horizontal by that point, her breasts hanging fully down. She was so humiliated.

At least things couldn't get any worse.

“Fantastic,” the boy said. “Now spread those legs!”

Chapter Eight

Rebecca was already in the most humiliating situation of her life. She wasn’t wearing a stitch, and a bunch of people were staring at her, pointing their camera phones at her.

God! She was bent over with her ass sticking toward the people watching her. Her boobs hung down beneath her, and she’d been forced to get them swaying back and forth, making her feel even more like a cow than she normally did.

She’d just been ordered to show them even more, to spread her legs, to display literally every inch of her private parts to them. That vulgar, disgusting, humiliating, debasing view would be immortalized digitally.

She couldn’t do it. She just couldn’t.

Her only other option, though, was to have her face bared to those cameras. For now, she was able to hold out some hope that anyone viewing the images wouldn’t be able to recognize her. If they pulled her hand away from her face, though, it would definitely reveal her identity. She’d never, ever live it down.

Again, she really didn’t have a choice at all.

Her thighs were clenched tightly together, allowing nothing of the inside of her legs to be seen by her audience. That was about to change drastically.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, she pushed her ankles apart. Each inch of separation brought with it more humiliation and agonizing emotional pain. This couldn’t actually be happening to her. She couldn’t be revealing her most private parts to these strangers.

But she was.

Further and further, her legs spread until she was sure that all of her was exhibited to them – her muffin, her hole, her puckered exit. Everything.

“God!” one girl called. “Check out how wet she is. Her fluid is dripping down her thigh. She's totally getting off on this.”

If the girl had been lying or even exaggerating, it would have been bad. That she told the absolute truth made it devastating to Rebecca. She’d never been so mortified.

“Please,” Rebecca pleaded, “I’ve got nothing left to show you. Let me go. Please!”

“Cum for us, baby,” the guy said. “You know you want to.”

That was the problem. She did. She’d never wanted to cum so badly in her life. But she simply could not do that while people were watching. She never even did that when there was a tiny chance she might be heard.

Being seen while … God! It was inconceivable.

But the guy had ordered her to, right? She had to do what he said, right?

Keeping one hand plastered across her face, the other drifted down her body.

Rebecca tried to stop the offending hand, but she couldn’t. It had a will of its own, and, now that the prospect of the achieving the release she so badly needed had been raised, it would not be dissuaded from its task.

She couldn’t even imagine how debasing committing such an act in public would be. Her mind couldn’t process the magnitude of how shameful she’d feel.

Her body didn’t care, though. Her body craved an orgasm. Her body was going to get an orgasm.

The hand reached the end of its journey. Fingers found her clit. She moaned.

“Oh. My. God!” one of the girls squealed. “I can't believe any woman would do that in front of us! What a slut!”

A dreamlike state enveloped Rebecca. This wasn’t really happening. She wasn’t about to get herself off in front of a crowd of people.

She knew that it wasn’t happening because, it if she orgasmed in public, she’d never be able to face herself in the mirror again.

Her fingers entered her hot, wet hole, and it felt so, so good. She panted and moaned as the hand thrust back and forth.

It was happening. She was about to cum.

She had to stop herself. She willed her fingers to cease, but they didn’t. They kept going and going and going.

Tears welled in her eyes. Nothing her mind did would make the fingers stop. They kept rubbing, and she kept moaning. Sweet, sweet release was so, so close.

Chapter Nine

“Oh God!” Jules said from inside the car. “Look at what they're doing, making her show them simply everything as they point their phones at her. Why doesn’t she run out?”

“Must be something wrong with the door,” Carly said.

“That sucks! She must be dying of shame. I feel so bad for her.”

“Yeah, right,” Carly said.

“What do you mean? Of course I feel bad for her. I just wish there was something I could do.”

“Look at your nipples. If they were any harder, they’d literally poke a hole through your bra. You’re juicing major.”

“I am not! The AC is just a little chilly,” Jules said. “That’s all.”

“Really? Want to make a bet?”

“I have literally no motivation to do that.”

“Really? Cause I know how she can escape. If you’re serious about wanting help her …” Carly shrugged.

“You’ll tell me if I win?” Jules swallowed. “What if I … lose?”

“I’ll lay the knowledge on you whether you win or lose, as long as you play.”

“What do I have to do?” Jules asked.

“Show me your panties. If there ain’t a huge wet spot, you win. Simple.”

“And if there is one?” Jules was turned on big time, so this bet was a ridiculous idea. She couldn’t just let the girl they’d picked up continue to be accosted by that crowd, though. Who knew what would happen?

“You give me your skirt and boots.”

Jules squirmed at the thought. With no real prospect of getting her shirt back from the guy who’d taken it inside the restaurant, she was already down to just her lacy bra covering her boobs. She’d feel awfully exposed giving up more of her clothes.

She shuddered. Really exposed. And really excited.

“Either way, you tell me how to help her?” Jules asked.

“Swear to God.”

“Fine.” Jules lifted her butt off the seat in order to get her skirt up to her waist in back. Then, after sitting once again, hiked the front up as well, revealing her panties.

Carly flipped on the interior light, and Jules glanced down. As she’d expected and feared, there was a huge wet spot.

“Someone's happy to see me ... or to watch that girl showing herself off,” Carly said.

Jules flushed. She was creaming so badly. Betting her outer clothes had been the only way to help the girl, though.

At least, that was what she told herself.

Feeling humiliated and even more turned on, she unzipped the skirt and slid it over her butt and down her legs. Her boots and socks followed. “There.”

“Hand them over,” Carly said.

“But ...”

“That was the deal. You give me the skirt and boots.”

“Fine.” Jules handed the clothes over, knowing she wasn't going to be getting them back anytime soon. She shuddered as she wondered what more Carly had in store for her. “Tell me how to help her.”

“That door don’t open from the inside, only from out. Run over, pop it open, pull her out, and close it behind you. There’ll be plenty of time for you to get away.”

“I can't do that!” Jules said. “I'm practically naked.”

Carly smirked. “That girl is showing off everything she got. A dozen people are staring at every part of her. Taking videos even. If you don’t want to help her, though ...”

Jules considered. She didn’t really know the girl, not even her name, and certainly didn’t owe her anything. But she also couldn’t just leave her hanging.

Man, what to do? What to do?

Underwear wasn’t that much different than a bikini, right? All the important stuff was still covered.

Jules would never even consider going into The Big Burger Bun wearing just a tiny swimsuit, though. Unless, maybe, if her boyfriend wanted her to. They’d done some stuff like that in a more private area, and the results had been …

She cleared her throat as she came to a decision.

After taking a steadying breath, she opened the door and stepped out into the parking lot, feeling incredibly vulnerable and awkward standing in a public place wearing so little. She’d die if anyone she knew saw her, especially if they happened to notice how turned on she was.

God! She couldn’t believe she was about to face a bunch of people while undressed like this. After throwing one hand up to cover her face, she rushed toward the door.

Chapter Ten

Rebecca was close to cumming. Really, really close. So close that all thoughts of humiliation and debasement and how she couldn’t possibly do … that … in front of people had gone away, replaced by her overwhelming need to finish.

She thrust her fingers hard in and out of her pussy, moaning in time with the rhythm of the movement.

Suddenly, the door in front of her burst open.

Jules, with one hand covering her face and, for some reason, wearing only her underwear, took one step inside.

“Come on!” she yelled. “We’ve got to go!”

Rebecca was way too close to achieving what was, at that particular point in time, her sole ambition in life – an orgasm. She didn’t respond, just kept pumping her fingers and moaning.

“Did you hear me?” Jules asked. “We’ve got to go!”

“No! I’m too close. Please!”

Rebecca heard snickers at that from behind her, but she didn’t care. As long as she got release, nothing else mattered.

Jules grabbed Rebecca by the upper arm of the hand currently frigging her pussy and tugged, pulling the fingers free. The cessation of the pleasure being produced by those fingers filled her with an intense sense of longing.

That feeling lasted only an instant, though.

Jules had the door open. Rebecca didn’t have to orgasm in front of all these people. Sure, some part of her really, really still wanted to, but she now had a real choice.

“Come on!” Jules yelled.

That spurred Rebecca to action. She took off after the pretty blonde, and they slammed the door behind them as soon as they were outside.

She expected Jules to keep running, to put as much distance between them and the people in the restaurant as possible.

Instead, Jules stumbled to a halt. “Oh shit!”

Rebecca was still dazed and frustrated from being denied her orgasm. She had no idea what was happening. “What?”

Jules pointed to a vehicle pulling out of the parking lot. “That’s Carly.”

Chapter Eleven

Rebecca’s heart leapt into her throat. She was outside in a very public place, miles from home, with no way to get back. And, oh yeah, she was completely naked.

Her new friend, Jules, wasn’t in much better shape, wearing only her bra and panties. Sure, those covered her most vital parts, but she wasn’t exactly dressed enough to be in public.

“What are we going to do?” Rebecca asked, pleading, hoping the pretty blonde had an idea.

“Those people inside the restaurant are going to give up trying to get through that door pretty darn quick. They’ll soon realize they can get out on the other side of the building. We better make a run for it.”

Rebecca looked around. The nearest building across the parking lot was one of The Big chain drug stores, DWT. It was closed, but going around the back would at least offer them cover. She pointed to it. “Over there!”

With her hands clasped tightly over her jiggling boobs, she took off, trying not to think about what her big ass and stomach would look like to anyone who saw her.

Jules, being taller and in much better shape, could have easily ran ahead. Instead, she stayed right at Rebecca’s side.

Both were winded by the time they reached the relative safety of the backside of the building.

“Thanks,” Rebecca said, her breasts heaving.

“For what?”

“For saving me back there. For staying with me.” Her eyes teared. “I don’t know what I would have done if ...”

“Hey,” Jules said. “None of that. We’re fine. You’re fine. We’ll get out of this somehow.”

“Do you think Carly will come back for us?”

“I don’t think we can count on that.”

“Aren’t you two friends?” Rebecca asked.

“Not really. She’s my boyfriend’s sister, and she’s never really liked me. He’s out of town, and I was trying to do some bonding with the person I hope will become my sister in law in the future, you know?”

Ouch. Yeah, they really couldn’t count on Carly to come back.

Rebecca felt like she was going to throw up. This was really happening. She was one hundred percent butt naked and stuck miles from home. So many bad things could happen to her.

“Hey, calm down,” Jules said. “We'll get through this, I swear. A few months from now, it’ll be just a cool story to tell your friends in college.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because this town is tiny and very safe. And very accepting. I work at the theater with John – that’s my boyfriend – and, several months ago, one of his friends brought his girlfriend in to watch a movie completely naked. It was so freaking hot!”

Rebecca's jaw dropped. People actually did stuff like that?

“After they left, John and I tried watched the same flick with me like that ... just wow. Some of the best sex we’d had to that point.”

“Hey!” came a shout from far away. “Let’s look behind the drugstore!”

“Crap!” Rebecca said. “We’ve got to do something!”

“Look. There’s a car parked back here. The store hasn’t been closed long. Maybe there’s someone still there?”

Rebecca tensed. If so, that was someone else that would see her naked. If there was any chance of her escaping the crowd from before, though …

“Fine,” she said. “Let’s knock on the back door.”

Jules was already halfway to the door before the words had dissipated in the air. Worried that they hadn’t been able to think of a better plan, Rebecca followed.

As the shouts beyond the building grew louder, Jules rapped hard on the door. Nothing happened. She knocked again. And again. They waited for what seemed like forever with no response.

“We need to run,” Rebecca said. “Those people from the restaurant have to be close.”

“Just a second. I thought I heard something inside.”

Jules was right because the door cracked open. Rebecca let out an “eek” and flattened herself against the building out of view.

“We’re closed,” a guy’s voice said.

“My friend and I need help,” Jules said. “We’re kind of experiencing a lack of adequate clothing situation.”

The door opened wider. “What do you want from me? I can’t give you anything from the store or even sell you anything.”

“Just let us in so we can hide,” Jules said. “Some people are after us.”

“Let me see your friend.”

Jules motioned to Rebecca, who shook her head. Jules motioned more emphatically.

Rebecca felt like she was near tears again. They had to get inside that building, and, to do that, she was going to have to let someone else know that she was running around completely naked. Yet another guy was going to see her covered only by her arms.

Suppressing a whimper and with her hands clenched tightly to her body, Rebecca stepped in front of the door.

“You weren’t lying,” the guy said, “definitely suffering from a lack of clothing.”

“So?” Jules asked. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Hmm,” the guy said. “What do I get out of it?”

Jules narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“Not that!” the guy said quickly. “I promise I won’t touch you or your friend, but I could get fired if my boss finds out I let any non-employee into the building after hours. I know it isn’t much, but I need this job. Why should I take the risk?”

“What do you want?” Jules asked.

“I’ll hide you inside for as long as it takes for whoever is chasing you to go away,” he said.

That sounded good to Rebecca. She was so scared and tense. Safety, even for a little while, would be so wonderful. Maybe she could even find a private spot to finish what she’d started inside the restaurant.

That sounded really good to her.

“Again,” Jules said, “what do you want in return?”

“Your underwear,” he said, “and the promise that both of you won’t cover up at all.”

Voices sounded from just the other side of the building, so close that any attempt at running away was sure to be a failure. There was no place to hide. If they didn’t hurry, the crowd would catch them.

“Come on!” someone shouted. “Run faster!”

Rebecca really wanted to cry.

The choice was either to let this one perv get all the show he wanted inside a building where who knew what could happen or to be again subjected to the demands of the audience who was so intent on her complete humiliation.

Chapter Twelve

Rebecca froze. The situation was too overwhelming for her. There was no way should could make a decision.

Jules reached around her back and unlatched the bra. She quickly shrugged it off her shoulders and slipped off her panties and then held them out to the guy. “Deal.”

Rebecca looked at Jules like she was crazy. Who would just strip willingly like that? Why would she do that?

“Nice. Very nice,” the guy said. “Now I just need your friend to drop her hands.”

“You can’t be serious,” Rebecca said.

The voices grew louder. They had to be just the other side of the building by now.

“C'mon, I'm naked,” Jules said.

Yeah and whose fault was that? But Jules was trying to get them out of this situation, and being inside out of sight of everyone but this one guy was better than the crowd seeing them again.

“Fine.” Rebecca dropped her hands, revealing her large breasts and glistening slit to the guy.

“Come on in.” The guy stepped aside.

First Jules and then Rebecca rushed in the back of the store. He hurriedly closed the door behind them, and they all waited silently for a few minutes, dreading a knock that would indicate the crowd knew where they were.

Instead, the voices got louder – closer – before fading.

Rebecca let out a long, slow breath. Finally, something had gone her way. They’d escaped the crowd.

She looked around. They were in the back of a large storage area, holding boxes and pallets of all kinds.

“I’m Steven,” the guy said. “As long as you stay right here, you can hide out as long as you want or until I leave in a couple of hours. If you decide to go before then, yell for me, and I’ll come back to unlock the door, okay?”

Jules nodded, and Steven turned to go about his business, apparently uncaring that there were two completely naked girls present.

“What do you make of him?” Rebecca asked.

“He’s a little weird, but I know his family. He’s harmless.”

That didn’t make Rebecca feel any better. They lived in a small town. Even if she didn’t happen to know any of the people she’d seen so far tonight, it was an absolute certainty that friends of hers did know them. It wouldn’t take much for everyone to find out that the streaker at The Big Burger Bun was her.

The thought of everyone looking at the videos those people had taken made her nervous as hell. The thought that people might watch it knowing it was her made her shudder, which reminded her vividly of exactly how close she’d come to orgasm such a short time ago.

“I need the restroom,” she said.

“I think I see one right over there,” Jules said with a smirk.

Rebecca hated that the pretty blonde knew exactly what she needed the restroom for but that wasn’t enough to stop her from doing it anyway. Her need was too great. She rushed over to the room and closed and locked the door behind her.

After doing her business –she hadn’t been one hundred percent fibbing – she took a moment to reflect on all that had happened to her tonight. So many people had seen her completely naked – her tits, her shaved mound, her ass, everything. The people in the restaurant had really seen everything.

The way they’d referred to her, the comments they’d made – it was so humiliating.

God! She was getting so hot just thinking about it. Her fingers found her hot clit. She moaned at her first tentative rubs. It wasn’t going to take long.

When she could be sure she had complete privacy like when both her parents and her brother weren’t in the house, she occasionally masturbated and, in general, liked the feel of it. Never before had she felt such need, though. It was like she’d magnetized her pussy while performing for those people. Her fingers were drawn inexorably toward it, and she was pretty sure that attraction wouldn’t go away until she achieved release.

She gasped as her fingers found her hole.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Pumping those fingers gave her such massive pleasure. It was all she could do to stifle her moans. She was pretty sure that, by the time she came, she wasn’t going to be able to choke her screams down enough to avoid being heard, but she was beyond caring.

At that moment, she would have traded her ability to wear any clothes at all for the rest of her life for that one massive orgasm that was building in her.

Boom!

Someone knocked on the door.

Boom!

“Get out of there!” Steven yelled. “I told you to stay put!”

“Just a minute,” Rebecca called back breathlessly. “I’m almost done.”

She thrust her fingers frantically inside her, trying to force herself to finish quickly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

God! The guy wasn’t going to relent, and it was distracting her from what she needed so badly.

“Get out here now or I’m calling the police!” he shouted

He sounded serious. Really serious.

“Fine! Just a second!” With the greatest of reluctance, I abandoned my attempts to get myself off. After the quickest wipe up and handwashing in my history, I pulled the door open.

His phone was to his ear. When he saw me, he quickly hit the red “End” button. “What were you doing? I told you to stay put?”

“I had to use the facilities,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“See those?” He pointed to two different locations. At each one was a small glass globe sticking out of the ceiling. “Video cameras. The one on the back door doesn’t work, but, since you moved, you’re on tape.”

Oh God! No! I’d done nothing to hide my face. He’d make copies. It would get out. My life would be totally ruined.

“Please erase it. Please. I’ll do anything.” She looked over at Jules. “We’ll do anything.”

Chapter Thirteen

Rebecca had never been so scared in her life. She and her new acquaintance, Jules, were both completely naked in the back storeroom of a DWT Drugstore and the weird guy, Steven, who had allowed her to hide there, had just told her that he now had her nude body on tape.

She’d also never been more aroused in her life. Twice tonight she’d fingered herself so very close to cumming, and, both times, she’d been interrupted before she could finish. With the shock of finding out that her naked body and face had been captured on video, some of that feeling had gone away, but not nearly all of it.

“You’ll do anything to get that erased?” he asked.

“Can you do it?” Jules called, not moving from her safe spot by the door.

She, at least, wouldn’t be on camera.

“I can, but it’ll be a pain in the butt.” His phone rang, and he took it out of his pocket and ended the call without even looking at it, too intent at staring at all the naked flesh on display.

“I don’t mean anything anything,” Rebecca said.

He held his hands up. “We agreed on no touching. I’ll still good with that.”

She let out a relieved breath. “Did you … Did you have something in mind?”

“There are a couple of things that I’d like a lot. Hold up a second.” He spun and hustled off toward the front of the storeroom.

Rebecca decided she’d be better off getting out of the camera’s view. She went over to stand by Jules. Steven returned a moment later with several items in concealed in the closed palm of his hand.

“I have to admit that your offer intrigues me,” he said. “There’s some stuff I’ve seen on the internet but never dreamed I’d get the opportunity to see in person. If you’d … Well, we’d definitely be even. I’d even be willing to throw in a ride when my shift is over as long as you’re not going too far out of my way.”

God! None of that first part sounded promising. Rebecca didn’t even want to know what perverted things he had in mind.

Jules sighed. “What exactly are these … things … that you’re into?”

He opened his fist and revealed two zip ties and a small white plastic cylinder. Rebecca had no idea either what the ties were for or what the cylinder was.

“No way I’m letting you tie us up,” Jules said. “It’s too dangerous. You could do anything to us.”

“It’s just to secure your hands behind your back,” he said. “Your legs will be totally free, and you won’t be tied to anything.”

Rebecca shivered. He wanted to zip tie her hands behind her back? Why?

“Not going to happen,” Jules said. “Just no.”

He shrugged. “Well, I guess I’ll always have the video, then.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened. “Jules, please. There’s got to be a way. Please!”

“Do you understand how vulnerable we’d be if he decided to do anything creepy?”

“I’ve worked here for forever,” he said. “I’m pretty identifiable. If I did anything wrong, you could go to the cops. Believe me, I have no desire to go to jail.”

“Unless you’re a serial killer and decided to just get rid of us!”

“You could take a picture of my license with my phone and text it to someone,” he said. “As soon as it goes through, there’s no way I could do anything to you and escape being identified.”

“What do you think?” Rebecca asked. “That sounds like a good plan, right?”

Jules sighed again. “I guess I could text my boyfriend the picture of your ID and tell him you’re giving me and a friend a ride or something. I still don’t like this, though, and you haven’t told us what you want us to do with the vibe.”

Vibe? Vibrator? Oh God!

“Right before I do up her hands, she puts it up her … you know.” He gestured toward Rebecca. “I just want to watch.”

Jules smirked. “Well, miss doesn’t want to be a video star, what do you say to that?”

If there was one thing that Rebecca had absolutely no desire to do, it was cum in front of anyone, much less a creep and a girl she barely knew. She did, however, very much want to cum. She’d been so, so close before. And, back in the restaurant, she’d fingered herself in front of a crowd. She told herself this wasn’t any different.

“If it gets him to erase the tape and give us a ride, fine.”

Steven grinned like it was his birthday and Christmas all rolled up into one. He and Jules got the texting thing out of the way, and he secured her hands behind her. Then, he handed the vibe to Rebecca, telling her to twist the flat end to turn it on.

Rebecca could not believe what she was about to do. Before this awful night started, no one had ever even seen her boobs. Now, she was about to let herself be tied up while a vibrator made her have an orgasm, all while two people watched.

She couldn’t think of anything more humiliating, but she had no choice.

Acutely aware of both sets of eyes on her, she switched the device on and nearly dropped it as it started buzzing in her hand. Trying hard not to look at the people staring at her, she reached down and used the fingers of her opposite hand to spread herself open. She was so wet that the vibe slid right on up inside her without any problems.

“Hands behind your back, please,” Steven said gleefully and closed the zip tie tightly around both her wrists, securing them together.

It was the strangest situation she’d ever been in. Even if she wanted to cover herself, she physically couldn’t. She was so vulnerable, almost helpless, and, deep inside her, the vibe was working furiously. Sensations built fast.

The only saving grace in the whole thing was that it would all be over with soon. She’d cum. He’d untie them. And they’d wait around until time for him to get off work.

Rebecca closed her eyes, imagining that she was alone in her room in complete privacy anticipating The Biggest and best orgasm of her entire life.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Loud banging came from the front of the building. Her eyes popped open, the pressure steadily building inside her pushed way down her list of priorities.

Without a word, Steven hustled toward the noise. A second later, he returned, breathless from his short sprint. “It’s the … It’s the … police!”

 

Chapter Fourteen

Rebecca’s heart thudded in her chest. Each beat felt like a sledgehammer assaulting her insides.

There was only one explanation she could think of for the police knocking on the drugstore’s door. She’d streaked the restaurant and the parking lot. Going naked was against the law. Someone had called the cops.

She was going to jail!

“Hide me, please!” she cried. “I’ll do anything. Literally anything.”

This time, she meant it, too. If her first time having sex had to be with this guy, it would be worth it if it kept her out of jail.

“You have to get out of here!” Steven said.

“What? No!” Rebecca said. “Please don’t. I don’t want to be arrested.”

“They’re not here for you two.” He pulled out his phone. “When you wouldn’t come out of the restroom, I called 911. I hung up immediately, but it was too late. And I didn’t answer when they tried to call back; I didn’t realize who it was. They’re here to see why I called.”

“You’re going to turn us in?” Jules said. “I swear I will get you fired, man!”

“No! Of course not,” he said. “I’ll tell them it was a butt dial. It happened to coworker one night. It’ll be totally cool, but they’re going to want to take a look around.”

Jules narrowed her eyes. “You promised us a ride!”

“We don’t have time for this! If I don’t go open that front door soon, they’ll bust it down. Then I’ll really be in trouble. We all will.”

“We’ll hide by your car,” Jules said. “You can let us back in when they leave.”

He put both his hands to his head and literally pulled on his hair. “They’ll probably want to check outside, too. You’ve got to get away from here.”

“No way, man,” Jules said. “You promised.”

“Look, get to the back of the shopping center,” he said. “There’s a dumpster. Go down the hill right behind that. You’ll be completely hidden from view. I get off in an hour and a half. I’ll pick you up there.”

As Jules and Steven had been arguing, the vibrator was working its magic in Rebecca’s pussy. She was barely even able to concentrate on what they were saying. At that moment, she didn’t care about getting a ride home. She didn’t care about not getting arrested. All she cared about was the massive orgasm that was building in her.

He opened the back door and peeked out. “Coast is clear.”

God! Rebecca hadn’t even thought about the people from the restaurant. They could still be out there. Being caught by them was better than being caught by the police, though. She needed to run. Soon.

She just needed to take care of one little thing first. She was so close.

“J-Just a … J-ust a m-minute,” she said.

“You don’t have a minute.” Steven grabbed her arm and tugged.

She was so, so very close, so close in fact that she could barely think coherently. When he pulled, she struggled to her feet despite her tremendous need to finish.

“Go!” he yelled.

“Wait!” Jules said. “Untie us.”

He patted down his pants pocket. “I don’t have the box cutter.”

“Go get it, then!” Jules yelled.

“It’ll take too long to find.”

“I don’t care!”

“You should,” Steven said. “If the cops bust in here and find you, both of you are going to be arrested, and I’ll be fired. Is that what you want?”

Jules shook her head.

“I’m serious,” he said. “You have to leave. Now.”

“Fine,” she said with a huff. “But, if you don’t meet us and give us a ride, I swear to God that my boyfriend will find you and mess you up. I swear it!”

“I’ll be there. I promise. Now go!”

Rebecca had taken the time that they argued to find a position where the vibe was working really well. She felt the pressure building to a climax.

Almost there …

Almost there …

Almost there …

Something pushed at her from behind. Her legs moved. Jules was already outside. Rebecca was heading that direction. Her feet found the rough concrete. The door slammed behind her.

She was out in the open night air again, still completely naked. Worse, her hands were now securely bound behind her back, as were her equally naked companion’s. Policemen or the crowd from the restaurant could come around the building’s corner and spot them at any time. They wouldn’t be able to hide their faces or any other part of themselves.

As if all that wasn’t bad enough, she noticed something truly, truly horrible.

“No!” she yelled.

“What?” Jules asked. “What’s wrong?”

“The vibrator. It fell out. Inside the store.”

 

Chapter Fifteen

Rebecca banged her head against the door, hoping against hope that Steven would relent and let her back inside. She wanted that vibrator. She needed that vibrator.

She was even willing to let him do the insertion.

“Stop that!” Jules yelled.

“Please. I need it.”

“Girl, if you don’t stop that this instant, I’m running off without you. I’m not getting arrested because you’re too horny to think straight.”

Rebecca banged her head again, and, true to her word, Jules took off running, her small breasts and ass jiggling with each step. Rebecca had never been attracted to a girl before, but, in her current state of heightened arousal, everything seemed to make her hornier.

In fact, the only thing that she didn’t find exciting was the prospect of being left alone. Being naked outside and not knowing how she was going to get home considering how many miles away she was and having her hands bound behind her was bad enough. To be in that situation without Jules seemed like such a worse thing.

It was such a bad thought that Rebecca finally stopped pounding on the door and took off after the other naked girl.

The strip mall – She couldn’t help but grimace at that term. She and Jules were lending a whole new meaning to the strip part. – consisted mainly of a long row of stores set back quite some distance from the main road. Four businesses were spread out along the front with the drugstore anchoring one end. It was a long, long way between it and the stores further back – probably a hundred yards or more of completely open parking lot, all visible from all the other stores and the main road. The entire parking area was lit, if dimly, by fluorescent lights.

Jules crouched down at the front of Steven’s car, the last bit of cover they’d have for that long, long distance.

Rebecca, already winded from the short jog, sank down to her knees right beside the other girl. “Are we really going to go all that way out in the open?”

She didn’t even want to think about the view anyone watching would be getting – her massive breasts undulating wildly, her ass jogging up and down, her flab shaking every which way.

“I don’t think we have any other choice,” Jules said.

That was exactly the thinking that had taken Rebecca from relaxing under the shower in her parents’ house to running around the parking lot of a strip mall completely butt naked with her hands bound behind her. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t think of another option. The police or the crowd from the restaurant could discover them at any minute. Ahead lay a very dangerous journey but, at the end, was, hopefully, safety.

All they had to do was make it across a large expanse. Once they reached the building, the shadows would conceal them as they made their way to the back, and, once there, they could hide out of sight until their ride got there.

If, you know, Steven actually did as he’d promised and showed up.

She shuddered at the thought. If he didn’t, she … and Jules … were pretty much screwed. All they could do was hope he followed through on his word.

Rebecca looked back and forth. As far as she could tell, there was no one around. Even traffic on the main road was dying down as time ticked further into the night.

“I guess we should go, then,” she said, even though she really, really didn’t want to move.

“I guess so.”

Neither girl moved, though. Instead, they just crouched there, listening.

“Let’s go, then,” Jules said.

Rebecca didn’t respond, and, again, neither girl took so much as a step forward.

“I’m really going this time,” Jules said.

“Uh huh.”

Jules took a deep breath, keeping her profile bent and low, crept forward. Rebecca’s eyes were drawn to the other girl’s retreating backside. Even though the light was dim, she could see simply everything.

God! How many people had views almost exactly like that, though with her legs spread wider and the area better lit, on video?

A surge of arousal shot through her. She would have given just about anything for an orgasm. Her hands strained against the zip tie, trying to get her fingers into a position where they would do her some good. It was no use, though. She simply couldn’t reach.

She chastised herself. There was no time for that now, anyway. Her priorities were to get out of sight and then to get home, not to get off.

As she’d been trying to reach her private parts and staring at the view of the same area on her pretty companion, Jules had been getting further and further away. Crouching, Rebecca hurried to catch up. The grass of the median separating the drugstore’s area from the larger parking lot tickled her feet as she ran.

When she stepped off the curb onto the pavement, a rock stung her foot. When she took a step, another one did the same.

“Ouch!”

The area around the DWT had been much smoother with no debris. They probably had it swept or something on a regular basis. Apparently, the strip mall didn’t.

Jules looked back. “Don’t go barefoot much, huh?”

“No. Bare back, bare breasts, nor bare anything else, either.”

Jules laughed. “At least you’re keeping a sense of humor about it. Be careful. I think there’s glass over there.” She pointed to the right.

Great. Just great. If there was a little glass, there was probably more. Slicing open her foot would be just the perfect completion to her night.

Jules slowed down to accommodate the slower pace and kept a beeline to the edge of the store at the closest end of the mall. Rebecca trudged after her, wincing each time the bottom of one of her feet touched the rough concrete.

Suddenly, as they reached about the three quarter mark on their way across the wide open space, twin beams of light swept across the parking lot. Headlights.

The glare highlighted Jules first. The pale flesh of her ass glowed, standing out from the rest of her tanned skin.

Then the light passed over Rebecca. She winced at what she must have looked like. Since all her flesh was white, she must have stood out like a glow stick in a dark cave.

She glanced back. The lights came from the police car, which was pulling around back of the drugstore. As she watched, horrified, the vehicle sped up, its tires squealing.

“Jules!” she yelled. “The cops. They’ve spotted us!”

 

Chapter Sixteen

Rebecca froze. She was naked outside in full public view with her hands bound behind her back. A police car had spotted her and her companion and was surely heading toward her.

They’d be arrested. Thrown into jail. Booking photos would be taken of their naked bodies. Blurred versions would be sent to the local paper. They’d be laughing stocks.

Her conservative parents would find out. They’d stop paying for college. She’d be disowned.

Life as she knew it would end.

“Run!” Jules yelled.

Her shout broke the spell Rebecca had been under. She ran toward the far corner of the store, her legs pumping furiously.

The cop car had to circle around the front DWT to make it to the road leading to the main parking lot. To do so, it actually had to head in the opposite direction from her and Jules, meaning they’d be completely out of sight for a little while. If they could just make it to the corner of the strip mall in that short time, it wasn’t all that much further to the back of the building. All they had to do was make it to the ditch before the police car figured out where they went, and, maybe, they could hide.

That was a lot of ifs and maybes, but some chance was better than nothing.

Rebecca had never realized how much pumping arms added to her ability to run. With her hands bound behind her, her motion felt awkward, off balance, and the whole situation was dangerous. If she tripped, there was no way to catch herself. She’d faceplant on the rough concrete.

There was absolutely no choice, though. Anything at all was better than being arrested.

She sprinted as if her life depended on it. The tender soles of her feet pounded against the pavement, somehow seeming to find a new rock or bottle cap or something with each step. Her boobs bounced wildly, swinging up to literally hit her in the face before flopping back down against her stomach. Likewise, her flabby stomach and thighs jiggled like jello in an earthquake.

If anyone saw her body moving around like that, she just knew she’d die.

Her fear had given granted her a fleetness of foot that she’d never before achieved. She matched the taller and in much better shape Jules stride for stride, and they soon made the small jump up to the sidewalk in front of the corner store. Another few galloping steps brought them to the other side of the wall, putting a foot of brick between them and the cop car, and all before the headlights had swung around to find them again.

They still weren’t out of danger yet, though. A car was a lot faster than two girls on foot, especially bare feet and especially especially naked girls with their hands bound behind them and bits flouncing about in all directions. If the officers decided to accelerate quickly to check the far side of the building, the girls would never get out of sight in time. Their only chance was if the car slowed to check every nook and cranny along the front first.

Hoping against hope that that would be the case, Rebecca sprinted full speed toward the back of the building, not even sparing a glance back. To do so would only slow her.

Yard after yard churned under her feet. The back was in sight. Twenty yards. Ten. Five.

Shadows stretched across a lane separated the building from a drainage ditch. Rebecca had never been so grateful for darkness in her life as when she slipped into the blessed shelter it provided.

She kept running, though, as did Jules. Not far to true safety, now. The ditch would provide the first bit of true protection they’d have since being kicked out of the drugstore. They might even be able to reach the woods beyond. The police would never be able to catch them then, or, at least, she couldn’t imagine that it would be worth their effort to do so, not just for two streaking girls.

Rebecca allowed herself to believe she’d make it. She was so close. Not far. Not far at all.

Suddenly, a beam of light swung past her from behind, illuminating her pale, nude body for a moment.

No. Not now. Not when she was so close to getting away.

She didn’t know what to do. One didn’t run from the police, not when they had you dead to rights. That just made things worse. Added resisting arrest to the charges.

Without any idea what else she could do, she halted. That, after all, what one did right before one was arrested.

 

Chapter Seventeen

Rebecca shut her eyes, not believing that the simple act of taking out the trash had led her to this moment. She was outside behind a very public shopping center with her hands zip-tied behind her back and her body completely, one hundred percent naked. Not a single square inch of her skin was covered by even a little bit of cloth. Even the plastic binding her wrists together was mostly transparent.

She and her new acquaintance, Jules, had been spotted streaking across a parking lot by the occupants of a police car, and, though they’d been so, so close to making it to safety, lights sweeping pasts Rebecca’s pale butt cheeks told her that she hadn’t quite made it.

She tensed, tears forming in her eyes as she awaited her fate.

“Girl!” Jules yelled! “What the crap are you doing? Hurry!”

What?

Rebecca opened her eyes and glanced back. The headlights had come from a car in a far away parking lot, not from the patrol vehicle. She still had time. She still might make it.

Her head darted back to the area in front of her. A large dumpster was to the left, and, directly in front of her, Jules was standing at the top of a hill that descended into darkness. If Rebecca could just reach it and climb down, she’d be safe.

Wishing she could pump her arms to increase her speed, she accelerated as fast as her thick, stubby legs could carry her, making her large breasts wobble uncomfortably. She cared not about the irritation caused by her unfettered boobs or the pain impacting her bare feet with each step or the sight her nude flesh bouncing like a bowl full of Jello created, though. All she wanted was to be out of sight, to not be arrested.

“Hurry!” Jules shouted.

“I’m going as fast as I can!”

To be fair to the blonde girl, Rebecca possessed much more inertia than did the taller, lighter girl. It took a bit to get her larger body moving from a start at rest. Once she got up to full speed, though, her feet flew over the pavement. She hopped over the curb and landed in the grass.

“C’mon,” Jules said. “But be careful!”

The hill was pretty steep, and the thick grass covering it was more than a little slick. Considering that the bottom was buried in deep shadow, Rebecca couldn’t even tell how far down it went. A fall might be disastrous.

The fact that she couldn’t use her hands and arms to balance herself at all made her descent even that much more treacherous. She slipped and almost fell backward. Given that that would have left half her body fully visible from the pavement while she struggled to get back up, it would have been disastrous. The police, who surely weren’t far behind by now, would definitely have caught her.

She was forced to drastically slow her pace, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. Being much more athletically inclined, Jules scampered quickly ahead.

The extreme slope did have one benefit, though. Each step forward lowered Rebecca quite a bit. All she had to do was get a little further down the hill, and she’d be fully hidden.

One step. Two. Three.

Not far now. Her head was almost even with the surrounding surface.

A light swept past her, illuminating the treetops of the wooded area beyond the drainage ditch.

 

Rebecca let herself fall on her ass, sliding several feet more downward in the slippery grass and lowering her head well below the top of the rise.

The headlights were obviously much closer this time than last, and she was positive that it wasn’t a false alarm. Red and blue flashing flooded the area above her, proving her conclusion to be correct.

The police had arrived.

She held her breath. With any luck, the officers hadn’t seen her and would simply pass by. She hoped beyond hope that the car would just keep going.

Instead, it screeched to a stop, tires crunching loose gravel. Two car doors opened. And closed. Two flashlight beams swept back and forth over where Rebecca had begun her descent.

She’d been seen. That was the only explanation. Otherwise, they wouldn’t know exactly where to look or even to look down the hillside at all.

This time, there was no mistake. The officers were coming. They’d shine their light down the hill and see her. She’d be arrested. The story would rip through the town like a wild fire. Everyone would put two and two together and know that she was the naked girl who was featured in the videos from The Big Burger Bun.

She’d be a laughingstock. Forget going to the university an hour away. Forget going to any college in the entire country, in the entire hemisphere. She’d have to find an institution somewhere that the internet didn’t reach to escape the ridicule sure to be heaped upon her.

Sobbing quietly, she hung her head as the flashlight beams drew closer and closer.

Chapter Eighteen

Rebecca tensed as the police officers’ footsteps and their flashlight beams neared. She had only seconds of freedom left. In a moment, her pale, nude body would be illuminated. The cops would force her to rise and return to the top of the hill.

They’d see her, all of her. Then, they’d arrest her for indecent exposure. She’d be taken downtown. Processed. She wondered if she’d be allowed clothing for her booking photo.

Her parents were going to be so ashamed. She was so ashamed.

She had a hard time even imagining what it was going to feel like to be escorted into the police station wearing, at most, a blanket over her. Who knew, they might even make her do it in only her bare skin, all their fellow officers laughing and enjoying the show. Jeering at her.

Even worse than that momentary humiliation was the scorn that was sure to be heaped on her by the entire community, people who, despite her living in this town most of her life, she barely knew. The paper would probably even run a story about her escapades. It wasn’t like the reporters exactly had a lot of other stuff to write about.

The footsteps and lights neared the top of the hill. It wouldn’t be long until life as she knew it ended.

She swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to hold back tears. The attempt was unsuccessful as one trailed down her cheek, pooled on her jawline, and dropped to fall with a faint splash on her naked breast, highlighting just how exposed and vulnerable she was.

“Car 54,” a loud voice called from a radio. “Car 54. Where are you?”

“Shit,” one of the officers said. “That’s us.”

The footsteps halted, and the other officer reported their location and status to dispatch.

“Hit and run reported on Main Street,” the radio said. “Injuries reported. Ambulance en route.”

“We’re on it,” the second officer said.

Footsteps retreated from her rapidly, and two car doors opened and closed. An engine revved, and tires squealed as the car accelerated away.

Just like that, it was over. Rebecca was safe – for the moment, anyway. She was still nude with her hands bound behind her back by unbreakable plastic and miles from her parents’ house with no way to get home, though. She couldn’t help but wonder what fresh horrors the rest of her naked night held in store for her.

Chapter Nineteen

Rebecca allowed herself to relax for a moment. She’d been through so much already – the dog stripping her naked by stealing her towel, Jules and Carly discovering her, being forced to streak The Big Burger Bun, having her most intimate areas videoed, masturbating for her tormentors’ pleasure, the DWT employee blackmailing her into putting a vibrator inside herself, almost cumming so many times but being denied, and, now, barely escaping arrest.

She was physically and emotionally drained.

Jules climbed up the hill and plopped down next to her. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not. I’m really, really not.”

The pretty blonde leaned in and laid her cheek against Rebecca’s shoulder, trying to lend what comfort she could. “I know. It’s okay. Why don’t you try to get some rest?”

“Rest? Are you crazy? The cops could come back at any time, and it’s not like we’re exactly safe here!”

“We’re safe enough for the moment, and there’s no reason to believe that the police will return,” Jules said. “After all, we could go anywhere in the time they’re gone.”

“Then, why don’t we? Trying to get home is better than just sitting here!”

“Steven swore to pick us up,” Jules said. “I know that he might not show, but I don’t know how we’re going to walk all the way back without being seen and arrested. Just the chance for a ride is so worth waiting. Besides, it can’t be much past ten, and there are still a lot of people out and about. Even if he doesn’t keep his promise, we’ll have a better chance of getting to where we’re going undetected if we wait a couple of hours for traffic to die down.”

Rebecca realized that Jules was right and stopped arguing.

“You’ve had a really rough night,” Jules said. “Why don’t you try to take a quick nap?”

“There’s no way I could go to sleep. Not out here. Not so … so …”

“I understand,” Jules said. “It wouldn’t hurt anything for you to just lay back and close your eyes, though. Right?”

“I … I guess not. But it won’t do any good.”

Rebecca laid back on the grass with a sigh. Though the green growth would probably make her skin itch big time, it was soft and comfortable for the moment, and, despite her being completely naked, the night air was warm enough that she was, temperature wise, pretty comfortable.

Maybe things would turn out okay. Maybe Steven would actually show up and, at the price of only a little more embarrassment of being seen naked by him again, they’d get a ride home. If not, maybe Carly would return and find them.

Yeah. Things would turn out okay or, at least, get better. They certainly couldn’t get any worse.

Rebecca closed her eyes.

 

Chapter Twenty

Carly watched the underwear clad Jules pull the naked fat girl from The Big Burger Bun and slam the door behind them, trapping the spectators inside – for the moment, anyway. The customers and employees who’d been videoing the girl could, and probably would, just go around the other side.

From the look on Jules’ face, she thought she’d pulled off her daring rescue. No embarrassing exposure for her. She’d pull Rebecca back to the car, and they’d all be on their merry way.

Carly grinned. As if. She stepped on the gas and accelerated rapidly out of the parking lot.

What an airheaded bitch! She couldn’t believe her brother was dating such a loser. And to expect her to make friends with the girl? Puh-lease.

She couldn’t just desert the two idiots, though, because he’d be ticked off as hell if she left Jules just hanging. No, Carly would have to treat this like a prank. Go away for a while and come back. Make it sound possible that she’d done it for the sake of harmless fun.

Now, she just had to think of something to do with her time.

The tingling coming from her nether regions gave her an idea, and she grinned. Not that she was into any freaky lesbian – or, more accurately, bi – shit like Jules seemed to be, but seeing that lard ass they’d picked up parading naked in front of all those people …

To be responsible for making someone go through that kind of humiliation just did something to Carly’s body. Then, to trick Jules into stripping to her underwear and exposing herself to those same people …

God! Carly definitely was going to need to change her panties before bed, and the sensations shooting up from down there were quickly turning into an itch that demanded scratching. Before returning to find the two dipshits, she decided that she’d take care of it.

After taking her time and grabbing a snack from a different nearby fast food joint, she wound up at a gas station not far away that was still open. She quickly filled up and went inside to make use of the facilities. No one else was inside the restroom, which suited her needs perfectly. After doing her business and wiping, her fingers found her wet clit.

She’d never been naked in front of a guy and never planned to be. Her body was rounder than the naked chick she’d picked up tonight and the excess flab hadn’t even settled in good places like the boobs and ass like it had with the other girl. Not many boys seemed interested in seeing her with her clothes on, and she assumed that they’d have even less enthusiasm for seeing what was underneath.

It was one reason she’d taken such an instant intense dislike to Jules. The blonde was just too damn pretty, way out of her brother’s league. Carly had no desire to even look at the girl as it prompted her to constantly compare the pretty girl’s looks to her own.

As she stroked herself, though, her mind turned to the fat girl. She imagined what the girl must have felt like inside that restaurant, and, as she rubbed, gradually her mind placed her in the girl’s position, with the group taking pictures of her as she showed off everything she had, them watching as she touched herself.

Carly moaned. This wasn’t something she’d ever considered before, certainly nothing she’d imagined doing. The thought of being forced into such a situation, however, really got her going.

She inserted her fingers inside herself and, sooner than was normal, she had to clamp down on her lips with her teeth to stifle a scream as an orgasm exploded through her.

When she recovered, she realized that she’d not only cum a lot faster that than she usually did in her bate sessions but a lot harder as well. This whole embarrassed exposure scenario was something she’d have to explore. Maybe there were stories online or something. Maybe even videos.

Even better was real life. Somewhere back at the strip mall, one very naked girl and one nearly naked girl were running around. It was time to go find them and see what further mischief she could get them into.

Carly hummed happily to herself as she washed up, returned to her car, and drove back to the parking lot. Just as she arrived, a police car with flashing lights hurtled from the shopping center. It passed in a rush, and she couldn’t tell if there was anyone in the back or not.

For the first time since all this started, she began to worry. Putting her brother’s girlfriend in danger while playing a prank on her was bad enough. Getting her arrested took things to an entirely different level.

John was going to kill her if that was what happened.

Carly pulled up Jules’ contact info and hit the button to dial. A sound rung out in her car, in the back seat. The stupid girl had left her phone in the pocket of her skirt!

WTF? Really? Who the fuck went anywhere without a phone in this day and age?

Slowly, she circled The Big Burger Bun but saw no sign of the two underdressed girls. Looking around, she spotted the drugstore and thought it a likely place for them to hide. Driving around it yielded no results, either, though, and neither did making a quick circuit of the parking lot and front of the strip mall.

Jules and the fat girl must have already found a ride or they’d been arrested.

Carly sighed. Either way, there wasn’t exactly much she could do about it. With one last look at the empty pavement around her, she drove back to the main road and headed home.

Chapter Twenty One

Rebecca woke with a start, not understanding for a moment where she was or how she got there. She appeared to be outside, laying in the grass. And she was naked! Her boobs and private parts were just out there for anyone to look at.

She tried to move her arms up to cover herself, but they appeared to be stuck. No amount of tugging would free them.

“Hey sleepyhead,” someone said.

She looked over to see a pretty blonde, just as naked as she was, laying right next to her, their bodies touching along their full length.

Jules.

The events of the traumatic evening came rushing back.

“How long was I out?”

“Not long,” Jules said. “I don’t exactly have a watch on, but I’d say less than a half hour. How are you feeling?”

Rebecca took stock of herself. She was still naked miles from home with her hands bound behind her, but she did feel … better. Not good by any stretch but better. She told her new friend that.

“Something has been bothering me as I waited for you to wake up,” Jules said.

“What is it?”

“I don’t recognize you, like at all. Are you new in town or something?”

“Actually,” Rebecca said, “I’ve lived here almost all of my life.”

“How is that possible? I mean, I don’t personally know every single person in the community, but the town’s not that big. Surely, I would have seen you somewhere around, but I haven’t. I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m Rebecca.”

“I’d shake your hand,” Jules said with a grin, “but …”

Rebecca couldn’t help but return the infectious smile before sighing. “You’ve probably heard of my brother, Danny. He’s a bit more outgoing than I am.”

“Oh … the homeschool kids. Now that you mention it, I think I do remember that he had a sister. Twins, right?”

“That’s us.”

“Okay,” Jules said, “so I get why I never saw you at school or anything, but I don’t remember seeing you at any of the festivals or out shopping or even at the theater.”

Rebecca shrugged, setting her large breasts jiggling. That made her uncomfortable even though there was only an equally unclad girl around to see it. “My first attempts at making friends in my neighborhood didn’t go very well, so I guess I just became a bit of a recluse. It’s okay, though. I like being alone. I read, like, all the time, a hundred books a year at least.”

She wished she was inside one of them right now. That way, she’d be assured that, somehow, everything would turn out okay. If it was a romance, she’d probably even end up with a new boyfriend by the end of it.

“You never had any friends?” Jules asked. “None at all?”

“I had my brother.” Rebecca paused. “Actually, for a while, I hung out with a guy who lived across the street from me – Rick – but that ended up not going well either.”

“Rick Pressly?”

She nodded.

“He was in a lot of my classes,” Jules said. “I remember him being a super nice guy. What happened?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it. The whole thing was kind of embarrassing.”

Jules laughed. “The two of us are completely naked together. I’ve watched you almost cum twice. How much more embarrassed can you get?”

True. Besides, they still had a while to wait to make sure that Steven wasn’t going to show up. What else were they going to do but talk.

“Fine,” Rebecca said. “Years ago, like pre high school, I found out that he and another girl in the neighborhood, one who’d always bullied me, had played doctor.”

“And you were jealous?”

“Not in the way you’re thinking. I mean, I never had any illusion that he’d want to go out with me or anything.”

“He’s a nice guy and all, but it wasn’t like girls were falling all over him or anything,” Jules said. “Why wouldn’t he want to?”

Rebecca didn’t respond.

“Never mind, then,” Jules said, clearly frustrated. “Please continue your story.”

“Anyway, I guess I was a bit short with him for a while and, after I made one too many snide comments about it, he confronted me. I told him that it hurt my feelings that he did that with her because he obviously didn’t want to see my body. He acted all shocked and told me that he would love to see me naked, but he knew that I was too shy. I protested, and the end result was that we decided to do a round of you show me yours and I’ll show you mine with him going first.” Rebecca hung her head. “Do I really have to tell you the rest of this?”

“You’ve got me totally hooked now, girl!”

Rebecca sighed again. “He was totally right, of course. I was way too shy to take off my clothes and let him see me, so, after he went through with his end of the deal …” Her voice choked. “We were in his room, and I ran out while he was getting dressed. For days, I dodged his calls, and, when he finally forced me to face him, I implied that I had deliberately tricked him into getting naked.”

A tear rolled down her cheek.

“He was so mad at me,” she said. “I mean, no one has ever been that angry with me before or since. He called me dishonorable and all kinds of other stuff, told me he could never trust me again. I thought that things would, you know, blow over, but we’ve never spoken a word to each other since. He won’t even so much as wave when we pass each other on the street.”

“That’s so sad,” Jules said, rubbing her cheek against Rebecca’s shoulder.

The contact, so fresh on the heels of telling that particular story, was a stark reminder of how much of Rebecca was on display. A fresh wave of shame washed through her and, with it, came renewed arousal. She’d been so close to cumming so many times tonight only to be denied each time.

Her nipples hardened, and she whimpered.

“What’s wrong?” Jules asked.

“N-Nothing.”

“Something obviously is.” Jules paused. “You know, the best way to make a friend is to open yourself up to it. Let yourself be vulnerable even though it’s scary. Take a chance.”

God! She was right.

Rebecca grimaced as she decided to follow the advice. “It’s just that I’m so … so … you know.”

“No, I don’t. So, so what?”

“Uh … excited? You know, excited? From not … uh, finishing?”

Jules eyes widened. “Oh.” Then, she laughed. “It’s okay. Really. Personally, I’m so horny that I’m ready to burst. I’d give anything to have my boyfriend here right now.”

God! TMI. But, at the same time, Rebecca felt comforted to know she wasn’t alone.

“Hey,” Jules said. “If you’d be willing to return the favor, I could … help you out?”

“What? No! I’m not … you know. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I’m just not …”

“I’m not either,” Jules said, “but … any port in a storm? I don’t know about you, but the metaphorical rain is coming down pretty darn hard on me right now.”

Rebecca wanted to recoil from the girl. After all, a lot of their naked bodies were touching each other, and that contact suddenly took on a lot different meaning than just banding together for comfort. The thought of finally getting off, though, was a powerful temptation, even if it meant a girl – a very pretty girl – was the one doing it. Even if it meant doing the same to the girl.

“I’ve never done anything like that,” Rebecca said. “I’m not sure if I’d know what to do.”

“I’ve never went further than kissing and a little groping with another girl,” Jules said, “and that was just to entertain guys, you know? I think we can figure it out, though. I mean, considering how inept some of the boys who have went down on me were, how hard can it be?”

With all the talk of sex, Rebecca’s pussy was throbbing. “I-If you … If you don’t mind …”

“Spread your legs.”

There was no hesitation or room for equivocation in the tone, and Rebecca immediately complied. Since the other girl was laying on her back and had her hands bound behind her, it took a while, though, to maneuver into position.

Rebecca tensed, her juices flowing, as she waited. She couldn’t believe what was about to happen, what she was allowing another girl to do to her. Heck, not just allowing, either – what she wanted another girl to do to her.

Jules finally made her way down below the spread legs and moved her head above Rebecca’s engorged clit.

“I have to admit that I’m a little nervous,” Jules said.

“Y-You don’t … You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I know I’m not …”

“Stop that!” Jules said. “You’re pretty and, as far as I can tell, a wonderful person. I’m glad that my first time with a girl is going to be with you.”

Rebecca’s face flushed. Her embarrassment and all other thoughts left her head, though, as Jules’ tongue made contact.

Nothing besides a loofah and Rebecca’s own fingers had ever touched that part of her body, and the difference in having someone else do it was immense. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

She started panting almost immediately. Pressure in desperate need of relief built quickly.

“Yes,” Rebecca moaned. “Oh God, yes!”

In an embarrassingly short time, the other girl’s wet manipulations had taken her right to the edge. She was close, so very close.

Lights swept the treetops above them. Tires crunched gravel.

A car.

Jules’ head rose, taking her wonderful tongue with it. “What’s that?”

Rebecca didn’t know what or who it was. It could be Steven or Carly or the police. For all she cared, it could be a bus filled with a varsity football team. All she wanted was just to finally finish.

“I better go check,” Jules said.

A Rebecca was left frustrated and wanting – needing – more, dread seeped slowly into her. Who was there for them? Did whoever it was bring salvation or a fresh hell?

She shivered, knowing, for good or ill, she’d find out soon.

 

Chapter Twenty Two

Rebecca was laying on her back in the tall grass growing on a steep slope. Other than the plastic zip tie binding her hands behind her, not a single thing covered any of her body. Her knees were bent so that the soles of her feet were on the ground, and her legs were spread wide.

Even though darkness concealed her almost completely and there was no one, to the best of her knowledge, looking at her, the thought of how much of her most intimate place was exposed normally would have filled her with intense shame. Instead, she barely even considered it. Her mind was consumed with her need for an orgasm.

She panted heavily, her rising chest imparting motion to her unfettered breasts with each rise and fall. She’d been so, so close to finishing. Jules’ tongue had felt so, so good.

Then, a car had come and that amazing, wonderful tongue had been pulled away from its best possible use.

The longer Rebecca laid there, the more her breathing came under control and the more her libido recovered from being thwarted once again. With her mind freed to consider other matters, she began to worry.

Jules had gone to check out who was in the car. She was naked and bound and vulnerable. At that very moment, she was putting herself in a very potentially dangerous situation.

Even though Rebecca had known the pretty blonde for only a short time, they’d been through a lot together. She felt like there might be a possibility of a real friendship there, something she’d craved for so long and basically given up hope of ever achieving. Her apprehension increased with each second, and she flopped over on her belly in order to see what was going on.

 Jules crept toward the top of the rise, her head almost level with the surface of the pavement. Keeping herself low to the ground meant she really had to bend her legs, spreading them wide for balance.

Even though there wasn’t much light, there was enough, and Rebecca saw a part of a woman’s body that she’d never seen on anybody besides herself and at an angle she’d never experienced. Her breath caught.

Jules’ head popped high enough to see into the parking lot, and she let out a relieved sigh. “It’s Steven. Come on up.”

She said that like it was no big deal, like prancing around in front of a guy they barely knew clad in only their birthday suits was totally cool. Just because he’d already seen them didn’t mean it wasn’t embarrassing when he saw them again, not to Rebecca, anyway.

She didn’t have much choice, though. Any choice, really. This was her best, perhaps only, opportunity to get home without being arrested.

By the time she struggled to her feet and managed to get up the steep incline, Steven was standing outside his car with Jules facing him.

“Can you get this zip tie off now?” Jules asked.

“Crap!” Steven said. “I totally forgot to bring a knife.”

Yeah. Right. He forgot.

“What about cutting them with the edge of your keys?” Jules asked.

“These are too strong for that, made for commercial use. They actually have thin piece of metal running down the middle. You’re going to need a strong serrated knife or a pair of kitchen shears to get them off.”

Jules pursed her lips, obviously not happy with him. “Fine. Can you at least open the car door for us?”

“Sure.”

Ostensibly in order to close the door after they’d crawled inside, he stood there watching a Jules climbed in the passenger side and made her way over to sit behind the driver’s seat. There’d been no way for her to do all that and keep her legs together, and, between floodlights mounted to the back of the strip mall and the car’s dome light, everything she had was displayed.

Rebecca cringed at the sight that both she and Steven had gotten. At the same time, though, she felt kind of tingly. Attributing it to the stress of the night and to not having achieved release yet, she disregarded it. She had more important things to worry about.

It was her turn to enter the car.

Fortunately, she was to sit in the seat nearest the door, meaning she didn’t have to climb over and give him a full view of herself from behind. She did, however, have to part her legs in order to step in, and she grimaced at how much of herself was on display to his view. Almost worse than that brief show was the attention attracted by her breasts. There was simply no way to keep them from wobbling about all over the place, drawing his gaze like flies to honey.

He was completely entranced by them.

After settling into her seat, she shuddered at the expression on his face, and the motion made her boobs jiggle that much more.

God! Things couldn’t possibly get any more humiliating.

Of course, she was wrong. Very, very wrong.

 

Chapter Twenty Three

Even though Rebecca wasn’t exactly comfortable being naked and bound inside a stranger’s car, she was very glad to be surrounded by the steel and glass. Combined with the dark of night, it provided her with more shelter and a sense of safety than she’d felt since first having her towel ripped off.

As Steven drove slowly toward the parking lot exit, he asked the girls where they lived, and they both gave the names of their neighborhoods.

“Well,” he said, “Jules’ house is on the complete opposite side of town from where I live, but … uh, I didn’t catch your name …”

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “Let’s just leave me anonymous.”

There wasn’t anything she trusted about this guy.

“Okay. Anyway, you’re only about a mile or so from my parents’ house. Are y’all cool with both heading that direction?”

“Can you get me something to wear and take me home?” Jules asked Rebecca.

“Sure. Not a problem at all.” She paused. “What were you doing in my neighborhood, though?”

“John and Carly live near you. She’d picked me up so we could hang out. It was supposed to be a bonding thing while he’s out of town.” Jules’ tone was bitter.

Carly had a lot to answer for. Leaving the two of them undressed with no way to get home was mean and vindictive and dangerous.

“My place is fine,” Rebecca told Steven.

 At first, the ride went as perfectly as being completely naked in the backseat of a car whose male driver was basically a stranger could possibly go. Well before the entrance to her neighborhood, though, he turned onto a side street in a residential area.

“Uh … Where are you going?” Rebecca asked. “This isn’t the way to my house.”

“Just a second,” Steven said.

A moment later, he turned right on another road and, after another thousand feet or so, pulled to a stop on the side of the road. After putting the car in park and shutting off the engine, he turned to look at them.

Rebecca’s heart started racing. They were in a very vulnerable condition, making the situation extremely dangerous. This guy could do literally anything to them and there wasn’t much they could do about it. Her entire body tensed.

Jules’ face clouded. She was clearly not pleased about this turn of events either.

“Calm down,” he said. “I’m not going to do anything. I promised not to touch either one of you, and I mean to keep that promise.”

“Why did you stop, then?” Jules asked.

“Because my deal with you was to give you a ride. I did not, however, specify where I’d be giving you a ride to, and, frankly, I don’t feel obligated to go out of my way to deliver you to your doorstep.” He pointed at a ravine off to the right. “That’s a creek bed that is mostly dry right now. I played there a lot as a kid, and, as far as I remember, it will take you pretty much all the way to the neighborhood you want to go to. There are houses on both sides for about a quarter mile. After that, it’s basically woods. Should be a relatively easy trip for you.”

“You’re really going to make us walk the rest of the way home?” Jules asked. “We’re naked.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“Our hands are tied behind our backs!” Jules yelled. “We have no way to defend ourselves! That part absolutely your fault.”

He shrugged. “You made the deal to let me. There was nothing mentioned about me having to release you.”

God! This guy was so infuriating.

“Look, I think I’ve been more than fair,” he said. “You never even completed your end of the deal.”

Rebecca’s breath caught. In a way, he was right. She’d been interrupted before he could see her finish.

“In spite of your failure,” he said, “I deleted the video like I promised. I drove you a lot closer to where you’re going than you were before. I even pointed out a route that should get you there undetected.”

“What about when we get to my neighborhood?” Rebecca asked. “I think I know where that creek comes out, and it’s nowhere near home. Anything could happen as we try to get to my house. Do you really want it on your conscience if something happens to us? Please! You must have some kind of basic human decency, right?”

He frowned. “Well, maybe I could drive you directly to your house if you want …”

“Yes,” Rebecca said. “Please.”

“We just need to come to another arrangement first,” he said.

Rebecca was stunned. The guy obviously had more sexually perverse fantasies he wanted to try out on them. “You’re a monster, an absolute monster.”

“Hey, all I’m doing is offering to do a deal. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to take it.”

Jules let out a resigned sigh. “Fine. Just tell us what you want.”

Rebecca hunched her shoulders, knowing that, whatever came out of him, she wasn’t going to like it.

 

Chapter Twenty Four

Jules was not happy about Steven trying to get her and Rebecca to go even farther than they already had. After all, they were naked with their hands tied behind their backs in his car. Only John had seen as much of Jules’ body for an extended period of time, and she was positive that, before tonight, no one had ever seen as much of Rebecca.

Steven should have been content with what he had.

On the other hand, Jules could understand where he was coming from. He was socially awkward at best, and she couldn’t imagine him getting a lot of play with women. An incredible opportunity had fallen into his lap. In one way, he’d be an idiot not to take advantage.

And, so far, he’d been pretty upfront about what he wanted and upheld his deals, if sticking more to the letter of the agreement than she would have preferred.

She was willing to at least listen to his proposal. Best case scenario, it would be something that wasn’t too bad for her to do. If he came up with something truly awful, maybe she’d be able to negotiate something that she could live with. Worst case, she and Rebecca could hoof it back to her neighborhood.

Having gotten a ride this far, they were a whole heck of a lot better off than they’d been when they were stuck behind the strip mall.

“Well,” he said, “though I’m definitely going to uphold my no touching agreement, I wanted to kind of amend our prior arrangement to clarify that no part of my body would touch any parts of your bodies.”

Jules didn’t understand the distinction he was trying to make. “Go on …”

“I did want, however, for something from, uh, inside my body to be allowed to, um, touch your bodies?”

“What?” Rebecca asked. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“It means that he wants to cum on us,” Jules said.

“Huh?”

“He wants to take out his pecker, rub it, and ejaculate on us. Isn’t that right?”

Steven nodded enthusiastically.

“Dude!” Rebecca exclaimed. “No way! Gross!”

Jules shook her head at the refusal. “Just to clarify, we let you cum on us, and you drive us all the way to Rebecca’s house, park, wait to make sure the way is completely clear, and let us out? No further deals. All through and all done, right?”

“Yes. Exactly.” His eyes swiveled between the two naked girls, taking in every part of them below the necks. “I’ve wanted for so long to do that. I never thought …”

He literally looked like he was going to burst with excitement. Jules snickered. He was going to burst, all right.

“You cannot be seriously considering this,” Rebecca said to Jules.

“Why not? He’s not asking for sex or even a blowjob. All we have to do is stand there.”

“Uh,” he said. “Kneel, actually. Definitely kneel. With your legs spread.”

Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “That’s disgusting, completely, totally disgusting.”

“Would we do this in the car or outside?” Jules asked, ignoring the outburst.

“Out. The ravine should give us privacy.”

Jules nodded. “Can she stay in the car? You can cum on me.”

He started to answer, but Rebecca interrupted. “No! I won’t let you do that. We’re in this together.”

“Be reasonable. I’m not exactly enthusiastic about letting him do that, but I can definitely live with it. Really, it’s not that big of a deal, definitely preferable to traipsing through a creek bed and down who knows how many streets lined with houses trying not to be seen.” Jules turned to Steven. “I’m willing to do it. If you’ll agree to let her remain behind while we take care of business, you’ve got a deal.”

“Sure,” he said. “I’d rather both, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“I’d shake on it, but …” Jules shrugged and gestured her head toward her bound hands.

“Great.” He practically jumped out of the car, and opened Jules’ door as if afraid she’d change her mind if he didn’t do it fast enough.

After staring at her swaying tits as she exited the vehicle, he started to close the door.

“Wait!” Rebecca said. “I’m coming, too. I can’t let you go through this alone.”

Jules was touched by the other girl’s offer. “I’ve got this. You really don’t have to-”

“Yes,” Rebecca said firmly, “I do. Just … Just … let me do this, okay?”

Jules reluctantly nodded, and Steven circled around the car to let Rebecca out.

The good thing was that their latest agreement shouldn’t take too long to fulfill, and, after that, he’d drive them to Rebecca’s house. Clothes waited for them inside, and they’d be able to find something to cut the zip ties.

It had been an exciting evening for Jules, but things had gone a lot further than she’d even imagined possible. She felt really exposed and vulnerable and was ready for it to be over. Soon, it all would be. So much had already happened that she thought it improbable that anything else could possibly go wrong.

 

Chapter Twenty Five

Rebecca couldn’t believe that she’d volunteered for what was about to happen. Instead of remaining inside the car, safe from prying eyes and the perverted act that Steven wished to inflict upon her and Jules, she was trudging along behind him as he led them into the creek bed.

Like he’d promised, there was no water running through it. It was, however, more well lit than she would have preferred, and the backs of houses abutted both sides less than a hundred feet away. Not exactly the most private location for walking when anybody looking would see every part of her naked body. She would never get used to being outside without any clothes on.

Worse than someone just seeing her body – if she could even imagine the concept of that dreadful proposition being qualified with “just” – was that any spectator might be able to view the vile, disgusting act that Steven had planned.

He stopped about fifty yards from the road at a place where trees and lower growth blocked views from both banks. An overhead light, though a ways distant, unfortunately provided plenty of light for them to see.

Steven bent and did something, but, from her position behind him, she couldn’t tell what. Jules apparently couldn’t either because, keeping her voice low, she asked him about it.

“I was removing some rocks from the dirt,” he replied in a similar tone. “I didn’t want them to hurt your knees.”

Rebecca sighed. He was a total dweeb, and she kind of hated him for all that he had made and was making them do. At least, though, he was thoughtful.

As she knelt where her directed, she tried not to think about what was about to happen. Her legs sank slightly into the soft dirt, and, grimacing, she spread them to fully expose her private place. Beside her, their bodies nearly touching, Jules did the same.

Rebecca was mortified at the display that she was creating, that the two of them were creating.

Steven clearly appreciated it, though. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning gleefully examining the incredible bounty that had somehow been delivered to him. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he would have actually rubbed his hands together.

Instead, his fingers went to the front of his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them.

God! This was really happening. He was really about to do this.

Standing way too close to the two naked girls and just about centered on the small gap between them, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of both his khakis and whatever it was that he wore underneath.

“Wait,” Rebecca said. “I don’t have to … to … to watch, do I?”

“Well,” he said, “I think that you sh-”

“No,” Jules said. “There was nothing in the agreement about watching you.”

“True enough,” he admitted reluctantly.

Rebecca shut her eyes. Her only real experience seen a guy’s … thing … was that time with Rick. Despite what happened between them after, it was a good memory for her. She’d prefer not to taint it by associating it with the grossness that was about to happen.

Cloth rustled as, presumably, he pushed his pants and underwear down. Then, there were sounds of movement. Rebecca had no desire to even consider what those motions represented.

Very soon after, Steven grunted. A warm, wet glob of something landed on Rebecca’s cheek. She shuddered. Ew!

Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!

The only thing that kept her from voicing her disgust out loud was the fear that opening her mouth would give him a new target.

A second later, something fell on her right breast. Then, a second after that, one hit her left breast. A final one landed on her stomach.

She shuddered again. This was the most disgusting, degrading, dehumanizing, revolting thing that had ever happened to her. A guy she’d never even met before tonight, a guy she wasn’t attracted to at all, had spurted his … stuff … all over her.

Ew!

She couldn’t even imagine a more humiliating activity.

From the sounds, he was pulling up his pants and refastening them. She waited until he’d stopped moving around before she opened her eyes.

“That was amazing!” he said. “Even better than I thought it would be. If you ever would consider doing this again, you can name whatever you want from me.”

For most of the night, Rebecca had desired exactly two things – to cover her nudity and to have an orgasm. The two had intensely competed for which held the higher priority in her mind. Literally no possible wish could have had a greater importance than one of the two.

Now, though, her absolute greatest desire was to shower. She wanted the filth off of her. Words could not describe how dirty she felt.

Maybe if he had been a guy she liked or, better, she was in a caring relationship with, having him do what he’d done to her would be okay. At the moment, though, both him and his act thoroughly revolted her.

“There is no way that is ever going to happen,” she said. “Never. Not for anything. Period.”

He looked at Jules.

“Yeah, no,” she said. “I can’t even imagine such a situation.”

“Oh well,” he said. “Thank you for upholding your end of the deal.”

Rebecca started to struggle to her feet. It wasn’t easy rising without using her hands at all. “Is there … Is there any way you could wipe … this … off of me?”

“Sorry,” he said, his face beaming. “That wasn’t part of our agreement.”

The bastard! The way he stared at her, at the lumps of rapidly drying semen marring her skin, he was clearly getting off on the fact that he’d marked her in this way.

Rebecca shuddered yet again. She’d just gone through the most humiliating experience of her life, but, at least, it was over. All she had to do was make it back to the car, and he’d drive them back to her house. This horrid naked night was almost over.

“Hey!” someone shouted from one of the houses. “Who’s out there? Show yourselves or I’m calling the police!”

 

Chapter Twenty Six

Once Rebecca had gotten into Steven’s backseat, she’d thought that the danger of being arrested was past, that all she had to do was duck down and ride to her house. Her relief had been palpable.

Apparently, though, she’d been wrong, not only about being delivered right to her door but about being hauled off to jail, too. She found herself in just as vulnerable a position now as she was in the drainage ditch behind the strip mall. Still completely naked. Hands still bound. Still outside in a relatively public area.

The only difference now was that she had Steven’s warm, sticky semen drying on her face and breasts and stomach.

After the relief of her previous escape, being thrown back into peril near about crushed her. She wanted to collapse onto the ground and cry. Instead, she froze in terror, waiting for the next shoe to drop.

“It’s just me, Mrs. Crenshaw. Steven Munchak, from down the street?”

“Steven? Little Stevie? What are you doing back there?”

Jules snickered at the Little Stevie reference, and he cast a harsh glare at her.

“I was driving by on my way home from work, and a dog darted past my car,” Steven lied. “Considering the danger from coyotes around here, I thought I’d try to catch it and get it to safety. See if it had a collar to tell me who it belonged to.”

“Did you find it?” Mrs. Crenshaw yelled.

“No, ma’am. It got away.”

“Aw, that’s too bad,” she yelled. “What don’t you come inside for a nice cup of hot cocoa?”

Hot cocoa? Really? In the middle of the summer?

“I’m sorry, Mrs. C, but I think I should keep looking. I’m sure the owner is worried sick.”

“Good thinking, dear. I’ve got a flashlight. I’ll be right out to help. We can do the cocoa after.”

God! This woman just wouldn’t give up, and, when she came out, she’d surely see the two naked girls. She’d call the police for sure.

Steven turned to the girls and shrugged, mouthing the word, “Sorry.”

“That’s okay, Mrs. C,” he said. “It could have gotten anywhere by now. I’ll come in for a mug.”

He made his way up the embankment on the side of the creek bed.

As much as Rebecca detested him at the moment, she also didn’t want him to go. He was their ride home.

“What do we do now?”

“Wait,” I guess,” Jules said. “Hopefully, he’ll come back as soon as he can and give us that ride.”

With the immediate danger past, Rebecca’s mind turned to her next highest concern, the absolute disgusting globs of … fluid … drying on her body. She shuddered violently.

“What’s wrong?” Jules hissed.

“His … His stuff is all over me. It’s ew! Just ew!” Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that Jules didn’t seem to have a drop of it on her. “Why did he do that to me and not you? You’re the pretty one. Am I so repulsive that he felt the need to humiliate me?”

“Rebecca! No! He was staring at you the whole time. Think of it as a compliment. He liked your curves so much that he focused on you and not me.”

Ugh! Even if that was true, it was a tribute she really could have done without.

“It’s so disgusting!” Rebecca said. “I just want it off me.”

“It’s not that bad, but, if you really want it off …” Jules paused. “Here. Lay down on your back.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it.”

Rebecca had no idea what the other girl had in mind, but she did as she was told. Jules laid down on her stomach nearby. When both were settled, she leaned over and put her lips over the dripping spot on Rebecca’s face. Jules’ tongue licked up all the cum.

“That’s so gross,” Rebecca said. “How can you do that?”

“It’s really not that bad. I blow John all the time. I’m used to the taste.”

Rebecca shuddered again. “Ew!”

“Do you want it off you or not?”

“Yeah. Please. Thank you.”

Jules struggled up to her knees, a difficult proposition with her hands bound behind her back, finally resting her head against Rebecca’s right boob. Again, a tongue flicked out, removing all the offending fluid.

Once everything was up, though, it kept right on licking, caressing the entire breast and nipple. Rebecca let out a soft moan and started to pant, almost forgetting entirely about the original reason for the attention.

With a grin, Jules moved onto the other breast and gave it the same treatment before repositioning herself between Rebecca’s legs to reach the spot that had landed on her stomach.

“What me to continue?” Jules asked after she’d cleaned up the last of the cum.

“Yes, please. Oh God, please!”

Then that warm, wet, wonderful tongue found Rebecca’s clit, and she let out more moans as her breathing grew ragged. It didn’t take long for pressure to build, and she felt an orgasm building.

She was close. So, so close. Finally, she was about to experience the sweet release she’d been craving all night.

The tongue moved down. Rebecca widened her leg and scooched down to grant better access to the opening of her hot, wet hole.

So close.

The tongue explored the entrance to her pussy before darting inside.

So, so close.

She clenched her mouth tightly closed in anticipation. This was going to be so good, and a small part of her remembered that she couldn’t afford to draw any attention.

Though she was almost oblivious to her surroundings and everything else by that point, a loud rustling in the nearby brush drew her attention. There was a low growling.

The tongue retreated.

“What?” she panted. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

A four legged creature stepped out from behind a bush on the opposite side of the creek bed. A dog.

No, not a dog. A coyote.

Two more joined it. They were growling.

“Shit!” Jules said. “Get up. We’ve got to protect ourselves!”

 

Chapter Twenty Seven

Rebecca was mentally, physically, and emotionally drained. This night had been a constant series of humiliating experiences, each more crazy than the last. She’d been outside naked for hours, a lot of that time with her hands bound behind her.

More than anything, she just wanted to get dressed and crawl into a nice, warm bed.

Well, she wanted that more than almost anything. After getting so close to an orgasm so, so many times, what she really wanted most was just to cum. But she kept getting interrupted.

If it would have been anything other than a pack of wild animals, she would have begged Jules to ignore the most current disturbance. The growling and the bared teeth, however, terrified Rebecca enough to get her ass in gear.

She flopped over on her belly and got her knees underneath her. She pressed her head against the steep incline of the creek bed to push her to her feet. “What do we do?”

“Back away from them,” Jules said. “Throw stuff. Rocks. Sticks.”

With her hands tied, Rebecca couldn’t exactly pick up a rock to throw. As she backed away, she tried to kick a stick in the direction of the animals, but it landed far from them, not appearing to bother them in the slightest.

“This isn’t working,” Rebecca hissed.

“We only have one choice, but you’re not going to like it.”

“What?”

“Make lots of noise. Yell,” Jules said. “It’ll scare them off.”

“It’ll also attract everybody in the neighborhood, including Mrs. Crenshaw!”

Jules shrugged. “It’s that or be bitten.”

Ugh! How did they keep getting into these situations? Why couldn’t all this just end?

Rebecca really, really didn’t want anyone else to see her naked body. At the same time, she even more didn’t want to get bitten. Those things could have rabies or something.

She gritted her teeth. “Fine.”

They both started yelling.

“Get on out of here!”

“Shoo!”

“Leave us alone, damnit!”

“Scram!”

It didn’t take much to scare off the coyotes, but they’d been right about the other effect the commotion would cause. Lights started coming on in all the surrounding houses.

“What do we do now?” Rebecca asked.

There was no way they could just slink back down in the creek bed to wait for Steven. Too many people had heard them. Someone would surely come out to investigate.

“Run!” Jules yelled.

 

Chapter Twenty Eight

Before tonight, Rebecca had never run without a bra on – since developing boobs anyway. She certainly never had run without either a shirt or a bra on. And she absolutely positively had never run without a stitch of clothing protecting her body, to the extent of not even wearing shoes.

She didn’t like it. At all.

Everything wobbled and jiggled. Her thighs. Her ass. Her stomach. The fat bounced and shuddered with each step. Worst, of course, were her big breasts. They took on a life of their own, her hard nipples flapping in the breeze as the rounded masses reached up to slap her in the face over and over again.

And did seemingly every footfall have to end with her finding a bit of sharp bark or a rock or a knobby stick? Her feet hurt!

The discomfort, however, was worth it if it prevented more people from seeing her naked body. She followed as close to Jules as she could as they sprinted as fast as the terrain of the dry creek bed would allow. If they could just get far enough away from where they’d had to scream to scare off the coyotes, maybe the rest of their journey home wouldn’t be as bad as they feared.

Soon after she’d finally reached full speed, though, Jules suddenly stumbled to a halt. Rebecca nearly plowed over her, barely managing not to tumble herself.

“Wha-”

Rebecca slammed her mouth shut as a powerful floodlight swept across an clearing in the trees, illuminating bright as day the area in front of them. No wonder Jules had stopped. If they kept going, whoever directed the beam would surely see them.

“Who’s out there?” a voice yelled from in front of them.

Not good. There was someone along the path before them alert for their passage and surely more people coming out to investigate behind them. Neither direction led to safety.

“What now?” Rebecca whispered.

Jules gestured with her head over to the right. “That way.”

They were well past Mrs. Crenshaw’s house, and a copse was right beside it. With no idea where it led, going through it would be a risk, but they had no other choice. Anything was better than being caught naked and bound as they were. Rebecca nodded.

Jules took off, this time moving a lot slower as she tried to minimize the noise they were making.

“I can hear you in the woods!” the voice yelled. “I’m calling the cops!”

Crap! Their attempts at stealth had failed miserably. Their only shot at escape was to make a run for it. Jules accelerated into a sprint as she dodged trees. Rebecca concentrated on staying as close as she could to the other naked girl’s ass.

Hurtling through a forested area in the dark was a terrifying experience, especially with the fear of pursuit driving one forward. Especially especially when one was a naked girl who feared even being seen. Especially especially especially when one was a naked girl who feared being arrested.

Every low shrub and fallen trunk was a trip hazard, and, without the use of her hands to protect her face, running into a tree or falling would be disastrous. The wooded area was like the world’s worst, most dangerous obstacle course, and navigating it in the dark required all of her effort not to faceplant into something or lose her balance.

That was why, when Jules again suddenly came to a complete stop, Rebecca didn’t notice in time. Her much heavier body slammed into her new friend.

Jules was propelled forward, off balance. She stumbled and lurched head first toward the ground.

No, not the ground. The pavement.

She’d halted because she’d reached a road. Rebecca’s inadvertent push had sent Jules sprawling into the middle of the street.

Fast moving headlights illuminated her naked form as she fell, contorting so that the hard concrete impacted her shoulder instead of her face or head, directly into the path of the oncoming vehicle.

Having avoided one catastrophic outcome, it appeared the next one would be even worse. Tires squealed as the car bore down on the prone girl.

Rebecca, horrified, was positive that it wasn’t going to stop in time.

 

Chapter Twenty Nine

So far, Rebecca and Jules had risked ridicule and humiliation. The worst that could have happened to them was everyone finding out that they’d streaked the town and having videos of their naked bodies distributed to everyone they knew and being arrested. None of those outcomes was pleasant to consider at all.

And, okay, none of those was actually the true worst case scenario. The possibility of something involuntary being forced upon them that was of a more carnal nature was always in the back of Rebecca’s mind. She tried hard, however, to avoid even thinking of that happening.

What faced Jules now, though, was worse even than that. She might be killed, her young life cut tragically short.

Rebecca didn’t even want to watch but could not seem to tear her eyes away.

The car hurtled toward Jules. There was no time for the vehicle to swerve. It was too close. The driver stood on the brakes. The only chance that Jules had of surviving was if it somehow stopped in time.

Otherwise, it was two thousand pounds of steel versus barely more than a hundred of skin and bone. There was no question of the outcome if an impact occurred.

Rebecca screamed. Tires squealed. Rubber smoked.

With a mere inch to spare, the car halted. Jules’ tense form sank down onto the pavement.

Tears of relief streaked down Rebecca’s face. She rushed out into the street. “Are you okay?”

“That hurt like hell, but … yeah. I think so.” Jules twisted so that she lay on her back. Her shoulder was scraped badly, bleeding from multiple cuts.

“We need to get some bandages on that.”

“I’m more worried about what’s about to happen when the people inside the car get out,” Jules said.

The driver’s side door opened, and Rebecca let out an, “Eek!” She’d been so concerned for her friend that she hadn’t even considered that she’d just revealed her nude body to someone else, maybe even more than one someone.

There wasn’t anything she could do, though. Without use of her hands, there was no way to get Jules on her feet before the driver came close, and Rebecca absolutely refused to leave her friend.

A brunette wearing heavy makeup and a fuchsia dress that barely came down past the bottom of her buttocks got out. “What the fuck is going on here? I mean, what the actual fuck! Why are you naked? And what the fuck were you thinking running out in front of me?” Her jaw dropped when she reached the front fender. “Jules?”

“Hey, Tina.”

“You’re naked … and your hands are tied behind you? God! This is a story I’ve got to hear!”

“Can it wait until we’re in your car?” Jules asked. “I think someone back there called the cops.”

Rebecca tensed. Her fate had once again placed in the hands of a completely unknown person, and she had no idea what was going to happen next.

 

Chapter Thirty

Once again, Rebecca found herself butt ass naked in the back of a stranger’s car, and, of course of course of course, Tina didn’t have anything at all to cover either of them or a knife to cut the zip tie.

At least, she’d driven them away from the site of their near disaster, so the danger of being arrested again diminished greatly. After she pulled into her driveway, she’d put the car in park and turned to hear the story. Jules obliged, leaving out very little – too little to Rebecca’s way of thinking.

“So,” Jules said, “that’s about it. Will you help us?”

“Where do you live?” Tina asked Rebecca, who gave her address.

Tina smiled. “Awesome. That’s in the same neighborhood as the party I’m going to. I was just finishing up a date and about to grab a few cases on beer before heading over there. Give me just a second.”

And with that, she got out of the car and disappeared inside her house.

Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that the girl had never answered the question. “Can we trust her?”

Jules sighed. “I truly don’t know. She’s not a bad person, but she’s … wild. Really wild. I’ve seen her strip naked in front of a roomful of people any number of times.”

Great. Just great.

Several minutes of tense silence followed until Tina returned. After stowing several items, presumably the aforementioned beer, in the trunk, she threw a duffle bag on the passenger’s seat and again sat behind the steering wheel. She didn’t say a word as she pulled out of the driveway.

“Did you … Did you happen to grab a knife or scissors?” Jules asked.

“I did.”

“Good.”

Another silence ensued as Tina drove to the front of her neighborhood and turned in the correct direction. At least they were getting close to home.

“Are you going to cut us loose?” Jules asked.

“Eventually.”

Rebecca did not like the sound of that.

The car turned into her neighborhood soon after, though, and, for that, she was extremely thankful. Instead of turning right at the correct street, though, Tina kept straight.

“Uh …” Rebecca said. “You missed the turn.”

“No. Not really.”

“Where are we going?” Jules asked, her voice alarmed.

“To the party,” Tina said. “This is going to be so much fun!”

Jules’ eyes narrowed. “What, exactly, is going to be so much fun?”

Ahead, parked cars lined the road on both sides, obviously the party was nearby.

Tina pulled behind one of the vehicles and put hers into park. “Don’t worry. I brought these.” She pulled two black ski masks out of the duffle and held then up.

“What are those for?” Jules asked urgently.

“To hide your faces, of course.”

“Why do we need to hide our faces?”

“Well, I guess you don’t have to,” Tina said, “but I thought you might want to conceal your identities when you streak the party.”

 

Chapter Thirty One

Rebecca’s jaw dropped at the announcement of what she was expected to do. She was so close to home. She’d thought that her nightmare evening of having her naked, bound body exposed to strangers was over. She’d counted on soon being dropped off at the door to her parents’ house.

Instead, she and Jules were being asked to streak a party, to expose themselves for the entertainment of that many more people, and, from the number of cars lining the street, there had to be over fifty revelers inside, maybe even a hundred or more.

“No!” Rebecca said. “No more! I won’t do it!”

Tina’s expression was smug. “Okay, but …”

“But what?” Jules asked. “What are you going to do if we don’t do what you want?”

“Well, for starters I’ll show everyone this …” Tina pointed her phone toward the two naked girls, and a shutter clicked. She glanced at her screen before flipping it to face the backseat. “Nice.”

There, in full living color, was a shot of both girls. Their faces and boobs topped with hard nipples were in full view. Each had their legs clenched tight, so their most intimate areas weren’t on display. The photo made the fact that both wore not a stitch completely obvious, though.

“Granted, if you streak the party, many, many more pictures will be taken and posted all over the place, but, like the videos from The Big Burger Bun, your identities will at least be concealed. With this …” Tina shrugged.

Rebecca grimaced. God! Apparently everyone in town had seen what she’d done at the fast food restaurant. If anyone linked her to that incident, she’d literally die from shame.

“Besides,” Tina said, “if you don’t do what I want, I’ll start shouting ‘Naked girls! Naked girls!’ as soon as you get out of the car. Most everyone will see you anyway, you’ll just not have the ski masks.”

Rebecca so didn’t want to display herself for anyone else, but she didn’t have a choice. Better for a hundred people to see her and not know who she was than for a naked picture that showed her face to be distributed, especially since that would be all anyone needed to figure out it had been her playing with herself in front of the crowd at The Big Burger Bun.

She looked at Jules. They nodded at each other, albeit reluctantly.

“Fine,” Jules said. “We’ll do what you want.”

“Awesome! I was so hoping you’d see things my way.”

Tina got out of the car and opened doors for Jules and Rebecca to do the same.

Even after being outside so much in her present state for so many hours, it was still really weird for her to step out into the open with nothing covering her. She felt so exposed and vulnerable as the night air caressed parts of her that should be concealed by multiple layers of cloth. A familiar tingling down there hit her.

Holding the duffle, Tina escorted them both to the sidewalk and placed the masks over their heads. In that, at least, she’d held up her end of the deal. Their identities were as protected as they possibly could be.

Rebecca and Jules followed mutely behind Tina up to the house. Luckily, no one else was outside to see them.

When they got to the door, Tina shouted over the booming music, “I’m just going to go inside for a couple of minutes to get everything set up. Hang tight until I get back.”

With that, she disappeared through the door, leaving Jules and Rebecca to just stare at each other.

The only thing slightly positive about the situation was that it was neither too hot nor too cold. Well, her face was a little warm, sweating under the thick, black fabric of the mask, but that was okay. Better to be a little uncomfortable than to have people be able to see her face.

 Nothing about standing completely naked on a doorstep outside a packed house in the middle of one’s own residential neighborhood was exactly a comfortable experience, though. Between how thoroughly embarrassed and defenseless Rebecca felt and the butterflies fluttering around her stomach in anxious anticipation of what she was about to have to do, she wanted to throw up.

She also wanted so, so badly to orgasm.

How many times tonight had she been close? In the restaurant. In the bathroom of the DWT. Standing in front of Steven with the vibe stuck up her … you know what. With Jules between her legs licking both back in the drainage ditch and outside Mrs. Crenshaw’s house.

Too many times. Five, by her count.

And her need wasn’t just because she’d come so close so many times, either. Something about her situation turned her on so damn much! She never would have thought her body would have such a reaction to being embarrassed and bared, but it absolutely did.

She took a deep breath. Once she finally made it to a safe place, she was going to spend a lot of time exploring herself and fantasizing about everything that had happened. It was going to be fantastic. Fantastic and explosive.

She focused on that her happy, happy plans, hoping that something so pleasant to look forward to would get her through the ordeal she was about to be forced to endure.

The door opened, and Rebecca tensed. It was just Tina, though, who stepped out and pulled the door closed behind her. Being exposed to even more strangers was to be put on hold for a few seconds longer.

“Okay,” Tina said. “We’re all set. Once you make it all the way to the back door, I’ll escort you to my car and take you home.”

She opened the door wide.

 

Chapter Thirty Two

Rebecca’s heart beat like a trip hammer. As hard as it was to believe, this was really about to happen. She was really about to streak through a house filled with people. So many more strangers were about to see her naked, her bits flopping all about as she ran with her hands bound helplessly behind her so that she wasn’t able to do anything at all to cover herself.

Tina led the way, and Jules followed, clearly nervous. Even the pretty blonde, who’d been relatively calm about everything that had happened so far, looked terrified at what they were about to do.

Then, it was Rebecca’s turn to go inside. Feeling like a coward compared to her friend, she stuck as close as possible to the other naked girl’s ass as she could in order to block views of her own body.

She gasped as she entered the door. Though she’d expected a crowd, she hadn’t realized how many people were going to be seeing her. Partygoers lined the entry two deep, creating a corridor that led deeper into the house.

So many people, so many eyes, so many lenses from camera phones, and they were taking in all of her. Nothing save her face was hidden from their sight, and it was all jiggling about as she ran. The experience almost overwhelmed her. She wanted to collapse on the floor and just cry.

But that would just prolong her exposure, make her intense humiliation last that much longer.

This night had been one mortifying experience after another. She just wanted it to be over.

And it soon would be. All she had to do was run through the house. Once she reached the back door – and, really, how long could that take? – she’d soon after be in Tina’s car on the way home.

Rebecca just had to endure a few brief minutes of degradation and shame first. She could do that. Just a few minutes. A brief run and it would all be over.

Jules passed from the entry into another room. Rebecca followed, expecting her friend to keep moving forward. Instead, Jules stumbled to a halt, forcing Rebecca to as well.

At first, she was confused. Then, she looked around.

The way out of the room was completely blocked by a large group standing in front of the exit. Behind them, all the people from the foyer had crowded in behind the naked girls. Every person at the party was in that large living room, and every single one of them held up a phone, taking pictures and videos. They looked like they were expecting something, expecting to be entertained.

But what …

A long, narrow coffee table stood in the middle of a rug. Two weird shaped rubber items, one blue and one purple, were stuck via suction cups to the top of the wood surface. They looked like … like … penises.

Oh God! That was what they were supposed to resemble. The items were dildos.

Rebecca’s heart pounded even harder. Surely, she wasn’t expected to … to …

God!

“We were only supposed to streak,” Jules said angrily.

“I implied that, but I never actually promised that was all you had to do.” Tina’s voice and face were again quite smug. “Look, all you have to do is put on a quick show – and given how horny you both are from what I can see and smell, it should be very quick – and I’ll take you wherever you want to go immediately after. I swear.”

The only thing worse than being naked in front of a large group of strangers was having that large group know how turned on that exposure made you.

No, that wasn’t quite right. Having people comment on how turned on the exposure made you was even worse than that.

Rebecca well and truly wanted to die. She was, however, resigned to her fate. She just wanted to get it over with.

Jules apparently felt the same because she didn’t put up any struggle, just headed over to the table. Once there, she straddled it and sank down on the first dildo – the blue one – letting it penetrate her pussy to its base. She quite obviously didn’t need any additional lubrication than what was provided by her body.

Rebecca so didn’t want to do that with so many people watching, with so many cameras watching. Like every other thing she’d been forced to do this long, horrible, miserable night, though, she had no choice.

She made her way to the table and eyed it critically. Her legs weren’t nearly as long as her statuesque friend’s. Neither was she nearly as athletic. Straddling the wood with her hands bound wasn’t going to be easy. The last thing she wanted was to suffer the further indignity of falling.

She glanced about. A guy who was watching nearby met her eyes.

“Need help?” he asked.

Unwilling and unable to speak, she nodded.

He put his arm around her, allowing her to lean into him as she picked up one leg and moved it to the other side of the table. In the process, she flashed pretty much everyone an absolutely unobstructed view of her most private places, revealing two of her holes in full detail to their hungry cameras.

God! If anyone ever found out her identity, she would never live this down.

She lowered herself onto the table. The dildo collapsed beneath her. She hadn’t lined it up perfectly with the entrance to her pussy.

She raised up and tried again.

Another failure. And another.

She wanted to cry. As Jules used her knees to propel the stationary dildo in and out of her hot, wet pussy, Rebecca couldn’t even get hers to go in. She was frustrated and embarrassed and so horny that she was actually jealous.

“I could … uh … help,” the guy said. “But I’d have to … touch. If that’s okay?”

Rebecca nodded again, this time much more vigorously. She just wanted to get on with this. Her body craved release. As mortifying as the experience was going to be, at least she’d finally, finally, finally get off.

As she lowered herself toward the table, the guy guided the dildo with one hand while using his fingers to spread her with the other. He was the first person other than herself to touch her there, and she didn’t even know his name.

It worked, though. The dildo slid right in, the large device filling her tight space fully, and it felt … good! Really good! Awesome. Incredible. Fantastic.

The English language lacked enough superlatives to fully describe how it felt as she slowly rose and lowered herself over the table, allowing it to slide in and out of her.

Somehow, she lost herself to the sensations, forgetting all about the people and the cameras watching her. The promise of the waves of pleasure that were soon to wrack her body was her only concern, that she was finally going to orgasm.

She’d scream and yell and shudder and convulse, humiliating her beyond all belief, but the intense sensations her body yearned for were sure to be worth it.

In and out, the dildo plunged, making slurping sounds as her juices coated it.

The noise didn’t matter. The embarrassment didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she finally got off.

She wanted so badly to cum. So badly.

Nothing was going to stop her this time.

A hand grabbed her arm firmly and pulled.

What?

Tina. She was pulling Rebecca, trying to get her to stop plunging her pussy down on the dildo.

What? Why?

“The cops!” Tina screamed. “One of the neighbors called the police! We’ve got to get out of here!”

 

Chapter Thirty Three

Rebecca stumbled along behind Jules as Tina led them both through the house toward the back.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” she yelled. “Hurry!”

Rebecca’s thoughts came through a haze. It was hard to figure out what was going on, only that she’d been so close to cumming and that she’d been prevented from doing so. Again.

If her hands hadn’t been bound, she would have collapsed to the floor and started going at herself right then and there. But they were bound and so she couldn’t.

Wait, though. The dildo. She didn’t need her hands for that, and it was still stuck to the table. Though she hadn’t resisted as much as she should have when she’d been pulled away, there was no reason not to rectify that mistake now. All she had to do was go back to the living room and sink down upon that wonderful device once again and she’d soon achieve what her body so badly needed.

Nothing else mattered to her. She’d have her orgasm.

She turned around, heading the opposite direction from her equally naked friend.

“Rebecca!” Jules yelled. “What are you doing? Come on! We have to get away.”

“No. Not this time. I was so, so close.”

“We’ve got to go.”

Tears streaked down Rebecca’s face. “I can’t. I need it. I really need it. I can’t take it any longer.”

“Yes, you can. I believe in you. Besides, aren’t we like really close to your house? A few more blocks, and we’ll be there. Then, we’ll get these stupid zip ties off and you can have all the orgasms you want. Hell, if you’ll come with me now, I even promise to help you cum later.”

As good as her fingers typically felt, Jules’ tongue had felt even better. A lot better.

Rebecca looked around. Besides several people who were literally passed out, probably drunk off their asses, the three of them were just about the only people left in the house. The only thing that could clear out a party in full swing that quickly was the arrival of the police, meaning Tina likely wasn’t just pulling a prank.

The cops really were there. Rebecca really was, again, close to being arrested.

The reality of the situation started to clear her dazed mind. Risking incarceration just so she could get off now really was stupid. She weighed the admittedly major desire to orgasm versus her need to reach permanent safety and Jules’ offer.

Unfortunately, delayed gratification came out on top. It was a close thing, though.

“You promise?” Rebecca asked.

“I’d pinky swear if I could.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s go.”

Her body nearly collapsed into a heap upon learning that it would not be immediately getting that which it craved, but she somehow managed to make her feet trudge after the other two girls.

Tina quickly led them out of the house and opened a back gate for them. “You know where you are, right?”

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “Not far from home at all.”

The gate had opened onto a lane that ran behind the house they’d just exited. Beyond it was a wooded area that separated it from the lane at the back of the houses on the next street over. If she kept going straight past another such set up, she’d be end up not far from her parents’ house on the opposite side of the road.

“Will you two be okay alone?” Tina asked.

“Wait,” Jules said. “You’re not coming with us?”

“I haven’t even had anything to drink yet, so the cops can’t really hold me on anything. I’d rather not leave my car here. If y’all can hide for a while, though, we can try to figure out a way to meet up. I still owe you that ride.”

Jules looked at Rebecca. “What do you think?”

“Truthfully, I just want to get home. What’s riskier – hoping that someone doesn’t spot us while we’re trying to hide or just keeping moving? I can’t imagine the house being more than a ten minute walk from here.”

“Okay,” Jules said. “We’re going to try to make a run for it.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Tina asked. “Take off your masks, perhaps?”

Jules glared at her. “You don’t happened to have those scissors do you?”

“No, sorry. I accidentally left them inside.”

Rebecca really wasn’t sure how much of an accident that was. Everyone seemed to get off on keeping her and Jules naked, bound, and helpless.

“Then I think you’ve done enough already,” Jules said bitterly. “And we’ll keep the masks on. At least they hide our identity.”

“Well … sorry how things turned out. I hope you make it home okay.”

Without another word, Jules headed for a gap in the fence on the other side of the lane.

“C’mon,” she said to Rebecca. “Let’s get on with it.”

Once again, they were traipsing into the night not knowing what dangers they might encounter while naked and bound. It truly seemed like they were destined never to reach safe haven.

 

Chapter Thirty Four

Rebecca crept between two houses, fearing that any noise at all would attract attention.

Somehow, being outside naked in her own neighborhood was so, so much worse than when she’d been at the strip mall. She knew all these people, and they knew her. Despite the mask, it was way too probable that anyone seeing her would recognize her.

It had taken nearly three times as long for the two naked girls to get this far than she’d planned on, but their caution, stopping often to make sure no one was about and carefully deliberating on which houses to go between and not crossing streets until they were absolutely positive no cars were coming, had been well worth it. Not a soul had seen them, and they were so, so close to their destination.

“That’s my parents’ house over there,” Rebecca whispered, crouching behind a car. “All we have to do is cross the street.”

“There’s no one coming,” Jules said. “Let’s go.”

Though the coast seemed clear, something was bothering Rebecca. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on just wasn’t right.

“Hold tight for a second,” she said.

Her porch light was on, but that wasn’t too weird. Danny had probably left it on for her when he realized she wasn’t in the house. She wondered if he was worried about her; disappearing like she had was very out of character for her. Heck, leaving the house at all was pretty out of character for her. Hopefully, he had no idea that she’d been wearing only her towel when she’d left.

It wasn’t really the porch light that bothered her. Something else was wrong.

She craned her neck, trying to get a better view. The light reflected off something shiny beside the porch. What was that?

The handlebar of a bicycle.

Oh crap! Though her brother’s friends were all over eighteen, some of them still got around the neighborhood on bikes. The presence of one meant that at least one of the boys was still there. And, if one was still there, it was unlikely he or her brother was asleep. It also meant that all the other boys were likely still there.

With her having disappeared, they’d be watching for her to return, too.

Walking into that house meant that every single one of them would see her naked body.

She choked back a sob. “I can’t. We can’t. Oh God! I don’t know what we’re going to do!”

 

Chapter Thirty Five

Rebecca had been focused on reaching home, not ever questioning that it might not provide her the succor she so desperately needed. It had been the bright shining light on the hill that represented the end of her ordeal. It had meant clothing. It was physical embodiment of safety. It was a place where she could finally, finally find release for the aching need that dominated her thoughts.

Before tonight, she’d never imagined showing her nude body to anyone. She’d even destroyed her relationship with the only real friend she’d ever had because of her acute shyness. After all she’d been through lately, though, the idea of strangers seeing her wasn’t quite as traumatic as it had been.

The same could not be said for the thought of her brother and his friends seeing her naked. The teasing would be merciless. Knowing that they’d seen all of her would be torture. Having to explain all that had happened tonight was unthinkable.

And they’d easily put two and two together and link her to the videos from the party and from The Big Burger Bun.

“What? Why? I don’t understand,” Jules said.

Rebecca explained about the bicycle and what it meant.

“Look, I know letting them see us is going to suck beyond the telling of it, but what choice do we have?” Jules asked. “We can’t just wait out here, naked and vulnerable, and hope everything works out okay. The police could be cruising the neighborhood. Anyone at all could happen upon us. Truthfully, we’re lucky than even worse stuff hasn’t happened to us. We’ve got to get to safety.”

Rebecca grimaced. Her friend was right. But she couldn’t let her brother and his friends see her like this. She just couldn’t.

A sudden thought struck her – a horribly embarrassing idea, but one that might work. Maybe. In one way, it was even worse than going home under the current circumstances. In all other ways, though, it was so much better.

“W-We … We could … We could go to Rick’s house,” Rebecca said.

“The guy you used to be friends with? The one who thinks you screwed him over? You think that’s a better option?”

“When you put it that way, I don’t know.” Rebecca’s heart was beating rapidly at the thought of displaying her naked body to Rick. Her palms were slick with sweat. As far as she knew, he hated her with the passion of a thousand suns. He’d been so ticked off by her actions that they literally hadn’t spoken a word to each other in years.

“We’re really vulnerable. If he’s still mad at you … God! He could do whatever he wants to punish you.”

“Don’t you think I understand that? That the thought of putting myself into his hands while like this is horrid beyond all reason? Because, believe me, all that and more is running through my mind at the moment.” Rebecca took a deep breath. “The thing is that I can at least live with him seeing me, and I can’t say the same for my brother and his friends. Besides, if Rick wants to punish me … well, maybe I deserve it, you know?”

Jules sighed. “Look, I don’t care where we go as long as there’s a chance we finally get these ties cut and find some clothes. All these people are strangers to me, so I kind of have to trust your judgment, here. You make the final call.”

Rebecca shut her eyes. She had to make a choice as to which was the better of two bad options. Either could end in disaster.

“Rick,” she said finally. “I choose Rick.”

She just hoped she’d made the right decision.

 

Chapter Thirty Six

Rebecca hesitated, her fist paused mid motion as she was about to knock on the back door of Rick’s house. Lights flickered inside and she heard sounds, both most likely caused by the TV, so he was probably awake. And, being so late, his parents were likely asleep.

What stopped her wasn’t the fear of encountering his mom or dad, though. It was the thought of facing him.

He’d been so mad at her.

No. Not mad, or not only mad. Hurt. He’d trusted her, and she’d betrayed him.

The last thing she remembered him saying to her was, “You have no honor.” And he’d said it like it was the worst possible insult he could imagine.

And now she was about to show up on his doorstep completely naked with her hands bound behind her asking his help? She’d be absolutely at his mercy.

God!

“I can’t do it,” she hissed.

“Okay,” Jules said, totally nonplused. “Let’s go to your house, then, and face your brother and his friends.”

Over the course of the evening, Rebecca had really grown to like and appreciate her new friend. If she had to pick someone to be naked and bound as they roamed the town with, there was no better choice. At that moment in time, though, she kind of hated the other girl. Bigly.

“Fine!”

Rebecca rapped lightly on the door.

“Who is it?” Rick called, his voice sounding surprised.

She could understand why. This was a quiet neighborhood. People didn’t go around knocking on doors this late.

“Rebecca.”

There was a pause.

“What do you want?” His voice was cold. Harsh.

“I need … I need your help.”

“And why would I lift a finger for you?” he asked.

Rebecca’s eyes teared. This was going as badly as she’d expected. “No reason other than that you’re a good person and that you have to know that I’d never ask if I wasn’t completely desperate and had no other good options.”

There was a long, long period filled with only silence.

“Please?” Rebecca begged. “Really, just please!”

That last had come out stronger and louder than she’d wanted, and there was a very real possibility of waking up his parents, which would be a disaster. At that moment, though, she didn’t care. Not about being seen. Not about getting clothes. Not about someone who would likely tell her parents about what happened finding out about all her recent misadventures.

All she wanted was some measure of kindness from someone she’d cared so much about. After all the trials she’d faced this night, she needed it more badly even than the physical release her body craved.

No words came in reply to her plea, but a light was switched on, its gleam filtering though curtains to the outside. The knob turned. The door swung open, illuminating the naked girls and the area surrounding them.

“Rebecca! You’re naked! And wearing a ski mask? What … What happened? Are you … Are you okay?”

She blushed as his eyes roamed her bare body, sparing barely a glance for the much more attractive naked girl beside her. As embarrassed as she was to have him see her nudity, though, she was touched that, against all reason, he’d actually expressed concern about her. She’d really thought he’d not care a lick after how she’d treated him.

“Can we … Can we come inside?”

“Oh. Yeah. Definitely.” He stepped out of the doorway to give them room to pass.

With Jules right behind, Rebecca rushed into the house. A surreal feeling passed over her as it hit her that she’d been in this place hundreds of times as a child and now she was walking inside stark naked. It just felt … weird.

They moved into the living room where a TV quietly played on one wall. He faced the two naked girls as they all three just kind of stood awkwardly for a moment.

“Since no one seems interested in introducing me … I’m Jules.”

“Oh. Sorry. Rick.”

“Nice to meet you. I’d shake your hand, but …” Jules shook her bound arms, causing her boobs to jiggle and drawing his attention to her chest.

“Are y’all … okay?” Rick asked. “Should I call the police or something?”

“No!” they both answered.

“No,” Rebecca said again. “We haven’t been … There’s no need to involve the police. If you can just cut these zip ties and let us borrow something – anything! – to cover ourselves, we’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”

“Uh …”

“Okay, look. I know you hate me, and I owe you. Big time. Whatever you want, it’s okay. I’ll do it. Just, please, let Jules go first and then … whatever you want. I swear.”

“I don’t want …” He shook his head, his expression becoming stern. “After what you did, like I’d believe you’d uphold your end of the deal, anyway.”

Rebecca’s eyes misted. “You want to take pictures? Video? Get your camera. Rip off my mask and fire away. I’ll pose any way you want. How about this?” She jumped up and down a few times, making her breasts bounce and slap her in the face. “Or this?” She turned and spread her legs, bending as far down as she could and still maintain her balance without her hands to help. “Anything!”

Very away of the view she was presenting to him, a part of her was completely mortified by her actions.

“Rebecca …”

“You don’t even have to cut me loose or give me clothes or anything. Just, please, forgive me!”

 

Chapter Thirty Seven

Rebecca stood there, butt naked with her legs parted wide, showing off her most intimate places to a guy who hated her. The worst part was that she deserved every bit of his animosity. She’d betrayed him. And she was willing to do whatever it took to earn some level of forgiveness.

Whatever it took.

“You’re both idiots,” Jules said.

“How so?” Rick asked.

“She thinks you despise her when you’re really just hurt. You think she purposely played a trick on you.”

Rebecca couldn’t believe this mortifying conversation was taking place, especially considering that she was still posed with everything she had displayed. Still, though, she preferred her current position than having to face him.

God!

“She did trick me! She admitted it,” Rick said.

“She told you what she thought you wanted to hear,” Jules said. “The truth is that she was too shy to show you her body. She thinks she’s too fat and that you’d be disgusted by her.”

“What? That’s ridiculous,” he said. “I’ve always thought she was pretty. That had to have been obvious to her.”

He thought what?

“It wasn’t,” Jules said. “She’s too insecure about her body to see it.”

“But … But … why didn’t she just tell me?” he asked. “I’d have understood.”

“Because … Because I was too shy and too stupid even to do that,” Rebecca said. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“Uh … Could you stand up now?” he asked. “The view is kind of distracting.”

Rebecca’s face felt like it was going to explode. She grimaced as she stood and turned to face him.

“Of course I think you’re pretty,” he said, meeting her eyes. “I always have. And you’re not fat!”

She frowned.

“He’s right,” Jules said. “So, okay, you’re bigger, but all the weight is in exactly the right places. I can only dream of having your curves.”

“Can I take those things off you?” he asked. “It’s weird enough talking to two naked girls, but the ski masks are really wigging me out.”

“Anything you want,” Rebecca said.

Jules just nodded.

He went to each of them and carefully pulled it over their heads.

“Much better,” he said. “Now, where were we?”

“I was promising to do literally anything you want to get you to forgive me,” Rebecca said. “Anything!”

“Okay. How about dinner and a movie?”

She tried to hide her dismay, though her heart was beating a mile a minute. If there was something she hadn’t expected him to suggest, it was more public nudity.

“I did tell you anything, so … okay,” Rebecca said. “Just … try not to get me arrested if possible? Jules works at the theater, so she might be able to help with that. As for the restaurant, though … Either way, though, I’ll do it, even if I end up in jail.”

“What the heck are you talking about?” Rick asked.

Jules was openly snickering. “She thinks … She thinks … Oh God! Too funny!” She burst out laughing.

“What does she think?” he asked before turning to Rebecca. “What do you think?”

“You want to make me go to dinner and a movie naked, of course. To humiliate me.”

If Jules’ hands would have been free, she looked like she would have been slapping her knee. Rebecca didn’t see what was so funny.

“Why would I …” He shook his head. “Look, I don’t know what you’ve been through tonight to make you think such a thing, but I assumed you’d be completely dressed when we went out.”

“Huh? I don’t understand. How is it punishment for you to take me to dinner and a movie while I’m dressed?”

“It’s not, silly,” Jules said, finally getting her chuckles under control. “It’s a date.”

Rebecca swallowed. Jules wasn’t correct. She couldn’t be. Could she?

Rick was nodding vigorously, though.

“You want to go out with me, go out with me?” Rebecca asked.

“Very much,” he said.

“I … uh … yeah. Yes. Please.”

“Great,” he said. “Let me run to the kitchen and grab some scissors. I’ll have y’all free in a jiffy.”

He’d half turned to leave before Rebecca found her voice.

“Actually,” she said, “if you don’t mind, there’s a more pressing need that I really need you to deal with first …”

 

Chapter Thirty Eight

Rebecca felt like her face was about to burst into flame, and her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she feared it was about to start breaking bones. As if being naked and bound in front of Rick – who’d just asked her on a date! On an actual date! – wasn’t bad enough, what she was about to ask of him was the most mortifying thing she could even comprehend.

She had no choice, though. She needed it. She needed it, now.

“Sure. Anything,” Rick said, responding to her request of a pressing need that she needed him to deal with.

He’d agreed. Now, all she had to do was tell him what it was.

Oh God! This was going to be so embarrassing.

“I … I need … I need … release.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking at her like she was a complete moron. “That’s why I was on my way to go get scissors.”

“No! Not … Not that kind …”

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“She means that she’s horny and wants you to get her off,” Jules said. “I know how she feels.”

His eyes went wide. “I’ll run and get the scissors. Then, you can … can … you know.”

Rebecca’s heart was still beating a mile a minute. Her palms were slick with sweat. “I know this is a big, big ask, but you don’t understand what my night has been like. It feels like I’m in some kind of stupid erotica story written by a hack. Every time I get close to … release … something happens. Maybe … Maybe, if we do it fast enough, he – because it’s got to be a man doing this; it’s got to be – maybe he won’t have time to think of something to interrupt me. Please!”

“That … That makes no sense,” Rick said.

“Well,” Jules said, “she did mention that he’s a hack writer, so …”

“Nothing is going to happen,” he said. “I’ll go get scissors and cut you loose and you can go to the bathroom and …”

“You don’t understand!” Rebecca said. “Your parents will come down. An airplane overhead will lose its engine, and it will crash into your living room. Or, most likely, given how uncreative this hack is, the police will show up. Again!”

“Rebecca …”

“Please, Rick, I’m begging you. If you do this for me, I will literally do anything you want.”

Rick sighed. “What do you want me to do, exactly?”

“Maybe … Maybe your fingers? I mean, if you have a condom you could …”

“No!” he said. “Fingers are good. I can do fingers.”

Jules chewed her lip. “I have a boyfriend. I can’t …” She sighed. “On the other hand, I think he’d understand given the circumstances and, it has been a night! Would you mind doing me at the same time?”

His jaw dropped. “Uh … I … I … don’t mind, but … Rebecca?”

Rebecca tensed. She and Rick were going to go on a date, which meant … what? She didn’t really know, but he was kind of asking as if they were exclusive or something. That was a good sign, right?

But, onto the topic at hand. How did she feel about him doing that to Jules?

It was more than a little weird, honestly, but what hadn’t been tonight? Jules had a boyfriend she was apparently very committed to, and Rebecca was so happy that Rick didn’t hate her anymore that dating him was the last thing on her mind. Besides, it would be kind of rude to withhold this from her friend, right?

“I’m fine with it,” she said confidently.

Jules grinned. “Great. Follow me.”

The couch in the living room was very deep and plush, and Jules used those features to her advantage, burying her face in the crack between the seat cushion and the back edge. With her legs spread, she exposed all of her to view. All of her.

It also allowed for really easy access to the part of her where Rick would be sticking his fingers. The position was at once practical, mortifying, and erotic as hell.

Rebecca felt even more heat rush to her face, both at seeing her friend’s parts so wantonly displayed and at the fact that she was about to be presenting the exact same view. With more than a little trepidation, she approached the couch. She didn’t have time to delay, though. The more she stalled, the more chance there was that something would put a stop to their activities.

She buried her head in the couch and spread her legs wide for him.

“No matter what happens, don’t stop,” she said, her voice muffled by the couch. “Not for the police. Not for your parents. Not for anything.”

 

Chapter Thirty Nine

Rick couldn’t believe what was happening. He’d been watching a little TV while checking out social media on his phone. Reports and videos of naked girls streaking The Big Burger Bun and a party had definitely gotten his attention. He never in a million years thought they’d show up at his house, though, and that one of them would be Rebecca!

She’d always been so shy, and, for so many years, he’d felt like her protector, keeping some of the meaner neighborhood girls from picking on her. Though not in love with her or anything, he’d always felt … affection … toward her.

Then, she’d betrayed him. He’d been so hurt by it for so long.

When Jules had explained why Rebecca had done what she’d done, he felt like an idiot. Of course, she was too shy to show him her body. Of course, she was even too shy to admit that was what was wrong. He should have known.

They’d lost years of friendship because he couldn’t get past his own pain to see clearly. He was determined to make up for it now. And if this was what she wanted him to do …

Rick moved the coffee table out of the way and stepped up to the couch, positioning himself between the two naked girls. Not just naked girls, either. Naked pussies. Everything they both had was right there in front of him.

He took a moment to enjoy the view and the aroma. Both girls were visibly aroused, their pink folds glistening with their own juices, completely willing for him to do whatever he wanted to them as long as they got their orgasm. Their hands were even bound behind them, making them helpless.

Even if he lived to be a thousand years old, he doubted he’d ever encounter another situation like this. It was the single most erotic experience of his life. His cock strained against his jeans.

He couldn’t help but think that, considering the reason he and Rebecca hadn’t talked for years, the fact that all of her was on display to him now was more than a little ironic. That wasn’t important at the moment though. He had a task to perform, one he desperately didn’t want to screw up.

Rick raised both hands at once and stuck two fingers of each girl’s waiting hole. Satisfied moans greeted the insertion.

As he began pumping both hands in and out, he listened carefully, halfway concerned that, as silly as it sounded, something would happen to interrupt him. The only thing that he heard was panting and moaning and the slurping that his moving fingers created.

Rebecca came first, her body arching and shuddering violently. She screamed into the couch cushion, which – luckily considering that his parents were asleep upstairs – muffled the noise greatly.

Jules finished not long after, and the three of them collapsed onto the couch for a long cuddle session.

Rick was in heaven. Being surrounding by so much exposed female flesh was amazing. He wasn’t a virgin or anything, but neither had he the opportunity to be with two girls at once.

The only thing that made the situation at all uncomfortable was the painful erection straining his pants. Rebecca didn’t seem to notice. Jules, though, did, looking at it pointedly.

“I think it’s time to cut us loose,” she said, wiggling her zip tied hands. “Then, Rebecca can give you your reward for your help.”

“What?” Rebecca asked. “What reward?”

“You don’t think he deserves one?”

“Of course he does, I just don’t know what you meant.”

“A blowjob, of course.”

Rebecca looked reluctant. “Uh …”

Rick swallowed. He figured that he’d just be left to his own devices once the girls’ left. “I’m fine. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You don’t owe me anything.”

“No! I want to. I really do. It’s just … I don’t … I don’t know how.”

Jules grinned. “That’s okay. I’ll talk you through it.”

And she did.

 

Chapter Forty

Jules stepped out of the shower. It felt so good to be clean. Running around naked all night involved a lot of, well, running around, which led to sweating. Other activities had gotten her hot, too – in more ways than one.

She toweled off and put on the clothes Rick had dug up for her, one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts with a drawstring. The garments were way too big for her, but they were definitely much, much better than nothing. It also felt really good to be dressed. There had been a certain excitement involved with all she’d gone through tonight, but it was nice not to be able to relax in a safe place while actually being covered.

As she walked back to Rick’s living room, she saw he and Rebecca snuggled together on the couch, Rick’s spare clothes fitting her much better than Jules.

Rebecca grinned. “I am so glad that tonight is finally over! Aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Huh? Which part?” Rebecca asked.

“About the night being over. We’re both going to get dressed in our own clothes. After that, I’ve got a few texts to send. Then, the real fun begins.”

“What fun is that exactly?” Rick asked.

“Well,” Jules said, “The expression is that revenge is a dish best served cold, but I prefer mine fresh. I aim to make Carly pay for what she did to us, and I mean for that to happen tonight!”

 

Chapter Forty One

Carly hadn’t even tried to go to bed. She was too nervous. When John found out that she’d left his girlfriend at a strip mall clad only in underwear and then that his girlfriend had somehow, from the videos that had been posted on social media, ended up streaking a party completely naked except for a ski mask, he was going to kill her. Totally dead, hide the body, kill her.

There might be some hope of not being totally wiped off the face of the Earth, but that was only if Jules made it back home safe and sound, but the last report of her and the fat girl had been hours ago. There hadn’t been a single posting of a sighting or anything since the party. Carly worried that the two of them might have been murdered or abducted or something.

In retrospect, perhaps leaving them at that restaurant hadn’t been a great idea.

Her phone dinged with a message from an unknown number. She checked the text.

“Hey, this is Tina. Are these yours?”

A picture was attached to the text, showing Jules and the fat girl from just below the neck up. It was obvious they were both naked.

Carly let out a relieved sigh. “LOL! Yes! Where?”

“Hgh schl soccer field. Wanna pick em up?”

“Be there n 20! Thx”

How awesome was that? Not only were the two girls fine, but she was going to get to torture them some more before allowing them to get dressed. Deliberately not grabbing a thing from her house that could be used to cover a naked body, she rushed to her car.

The drive across town to the high school took fifteen minutes, and there was only one other car parked in the lot near the field. She pulled up next to it.

Soccer was big in their town, so there were bleachers and everything surrounding the area. The gate leading from the lot to the field was open, so she strolled through it without a care in the world. When she rounded the building housing the concession stand just inside the fence, though, she encountered a surprise.

Jules and the fat girl were waiting for her, fully dressed. Tina and a guy Carly sort of recognized were with them.

“Hey, Carly,” Jules said, grinning. “Ready for some payback?”

Oh crap! Carly spun to run away, but she wasn’t fast enough. Tina grabbed one arm. The guy grabbed the other.

“You thought it was funny letting everyone see us naked,” Jules said. “Let’s see how you like it!”

“Hey, I didn’t strip her.” Carly nodded at the fat girl. “And you were in your underwear the last time I saw you.”

“You really think the things that happened next weren’t your fault? You fucking left us there, bitch! Abandoned us! Now, you’re going to pay.” Jules pulled a pocketknife out and locked the blade into position.

Carly’s eyes grew wide, understanding immediately what was about to happen. The thought of letting three other girls and a guy see her body was terrifying. She couldn’t even imagine how awful it would be. “Don’t do this! Please don’t do this!”

“It’s too late for mercy. It was too late when you left and didn’t come back.”

“I did come back. I tried to find you,” Carly pleaded. “I didn’t see you.”

“When? When did you come back?”

“Uh … later. But not that much later. I swear!”

“That’s not enough. Not nearly enough.” Jules advanced with the knife. “Hold still. I don’t want to end up cutting you.” She flicked the blade, and, just like that, the top button on Carly’s shirt flew to the ground.

Carly almost thought that being stabbed would be better than what was about to happen. Almost. Instead, she watched, powerless to do anything to stop it, as button after button disappeared, until, finally, only her the fact that her shirt was tucked in held it together at all. As it was, the center of her bra and a lot of her generous cleavage was in full view.

The button on her shorts was the next to be cut off. After that, Jules unzipped them and tugged them down. Inch by inch, they slid down Carly’s legs, exposing her white panties to the people watching.

Once they hit the ground, Jules ordered, “Step out of them.”

Her eyes misting, Carly obeyed.

“Be really, really still for this part.” Jules stuck the blade into the shoulder of the shirt and pulled.

Just like that, half the shirt was nearly ripped apart, only a thin strip near the neck holding it together. She repeated that motion on the other side.

The garment hung around Carly like a necklace. Her sides were completely bare, luckily leaving her bra-covered boobs and rotund stomach were still covered. She knew they wouldn’t be for long, though.

“You’re already humiliated me,” Carly said. “No more. Please?”

“The two of us were naked for hours. Hundreds of people saw us. No way I’m stopping now.” Jules sliced the remaining strips. The shirt fell to the ground.

Carly tensed as her bra-encased breasts and her shameful stomach were exposed. “I’m only wearing my underwear. That’s what you were in when you left me car. Let me keep this on, at least.”

Jules rolled her eyes and bent, swiftly removing Carly’s shoes. “Now, we’re even compared to how I was when you left me.”

Carly let her shoulders slump in relief. It was over. She’d be allowed to keep her underwear, at least, on. Though having that posted on social media – as it surely would be – was awful. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it could be.

“We are not even, however, compared that all we went through tonight!” Jules slipped the knife under on of Carly’s shoulder straps and pulled.

Carly gasped. She’d thought she was out of danger, only to have her expectations thwarted. Her right bra cup sagged as the strap was cut, revealing her nipple.

Her nipple was exposed. To four people. To a boy!

God!

She trembled as Jules cut the other strap, making the bra essentially worthless, but she wasn’t done even then. Nope. She cut the back, too.

A tear streaked down Carly’s cheek as her bra popped off and fluttered to the ground. The entirety of her large, sagging breasts were revealed.

“Jules! Please!” she wailed. “That’s far enough.”

“No, dear. It isn’t. Not by far.”

Carly tensed as the blade trailed down the side of her naked torso and slipped under the waistband of her panties. “Please! I’m begging you!”

“You should have thought of the ramifications before you left us.” Jules tugged on the blade.

Carly’s panties had not chance of withstanding the sharpness of the metal. They slit quickly, and half the fabric fell loose. One side of her butt was revealed, and her hairless pussy was barely covered. Soon, she wouldn’t even have that much protection.

“Jules! No!”

Wordlessly, Jules moved the blade inside the other side of the waistband and tugged. Just like before, the fabric parted. This time, though, there was nothing to hold it up. It fluttered uselessly to the grass.

Carly stared at the shredded fabric in horror and disbelief. The tangled white lace draped itself over a small area of green, shielding blades of grass from view. It should have been securely around her waist, not laying on the ground. It should be protecting her privates from view, not vegetation.

This so could not be happening to her.

But it was. She was stark naked outside in front of three girls and a boy, all of whom were obviously enjoying her discomfort, their eyes feasting on her nudity.

“Stop looking at me!” she yelled.

“Oh, honey,” Jules said, “We’ve barely begun to look.”

 

Chapter Forty Two

Carly was completely naked and, with Tina and a guy whose name she didn’t even know holding her arms tight, she had no way to defend herself from the others’ wrath. She tried to resist as she was dragged onto the soccer field toward the goal nearest the parking lot, but there was literally nothing she could do.

Sure, she managed to make her tormentors job difficult – slumping down so that they had to carry her full, not unsubstantial weight, locking her legs, trying to push the opposite direction – but, in the end, all resistance was all fruitless. With Jules and the fat girl lending their efforts, the four carried, pulled, and pushed Carly to the goal.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, terrified.

“This.” Jules pulled out zip ties from her pocket.

“You … You can’t! You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, you bet I would.”

Again, there was nothing that Carly could do. The guy held her tight across her waist, trapping her arm in his bear hug. Even as she struggled against him, she realized how weird this situation was. No other guy had even seen her naked, and this stranger’s body was in so much contact with her bare skin, not taking advantage or anything but still touching her.

Between the embarrassment at her exposure and the feel of him against her, places she’d rather not be on view were really tingling, a development she hoped no one would ever find out about.

With one of her arms held fast, Tina and the fat girl raised the other up to the top of that six foot high goal post crossbar, and, in short order, Jules zip tied both of Carly’s wrists to the white pole.

Though her legs were unsecured, there was absolutely nothing she could do to preserve her modesty. Her tits, her pubic mound, her ass … all were on display to simply anyone and anything, including cameras.

Carly whimpered when all four of the people backed away and pulled out their phones. “No! Not that. Anything but that. Please!”

Jules laughed. “Oh but yes. Pictures of us are all over the internet, so why shouldn’t you join in the fun?”

“But … But … no one knows your identity. Your face was covered.”

“That’s true.” Jules pulled a black ski mask from her pocket. “And we’ll do the same for you. These pictures are just a little bit of insurance to make sure no one ever finds out it was us in those videos. Understand?”

Carly nodded vigorously, wincing at the motion it imparted to her unfettered breasts. Her face heated.

Jules laughed again. “I know exactly how you feel.” After all four people clicked away for several minutes, Jules halted them. “Ready for the next step?”

Next step? There was more? Oh God!

Everyone nodded.

Jules approached and knelt very near Carly’s exposed pussy, pulling yet something else from her pocket. How deep was that thing, anyway? Carly couldn’t see what it was, but Jules’ intent was clear. The object was to go … inside Carly!

“Don’t Jules! Please!”

In response, Jules inserted it, pushing it all the way in. “No lubrication needed, either. What was it you told me, that I was happy to watch a girl show herself off? Looks like I’m not the only one who finds this stuff interesting.”

Carly flinched in horror. Having that particular secret revealed was almost as bad as having her body exposed. Not quite but close. “I’m not … I mean, I don’t …”

“Yeah. Right.” Jules stood and raised her arms, her hands stretching the mask open.

The last thing Carly saw was the other girl’s smiling face. “You put it on backwards! I can’t see a thing!”

“I know,” was the only response.

After that, there was a long, long period of relative silence. Phones were tapped. They buzzed. Shutters clicked. Clothes rustled. Minutes passed. Many, many minutes. Maybe even as long as an hour.

No one talked. At all.

Carly stood there for so long that her arms and legs started to hurt, and she sweated the whole time, dreading what was to come and very, very aware that all of her was on view. She grew paranoid, wondering what was happening, what was going to happen to her.

The worst part was that, though she couldn’t be sure, she suspected that more people had joined the four already looking at her. She couldn’t hear footsteps on the soft grass, but the amount of shifting legs and rustling clothes seemed to grow louder. More numerous.

Nothing happened, though, for seemingly forever. She just stood there, tied and naked and vulnerable.

It almost grew … boring. She didn’t understand how something could be out of this world scary and mind numbingly dull at the same time. This experience, though, managed it.

When something finally happened, however, she wished it hadn’t.

First, a weird sensation started … down there – you know, inside of her. Then, she heard something buzzing from the same place.

She realized what it was – a vibrator. The thing that Jules had stuck inside her pussy was a remote controlled vibrator.

Carly shuddered.

Surely, surely, surely, Jules wasn’t that evil. She couldn’t … she wouldn’t … But she definitely could – the vibrator had already started. And she’d proved that she would do quite a lot.

Carly knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that all pleas would fall on deaf ears, that no amount of crying or cajoling or anything else would do any good. With who knew how many people watching, she was going to be made to orgasm.

She couldn’t even imagine experiencing that level of humiliation, that level of complete mortification. Soon, though, she wouldn’t have to bother with imagining it because she was about to experience it.

A thought occurred to her. Maybe she could jar it out. To that end, she spread her legs wide as wide as her restrained arms would allow and jumped up and down.

The silence broke. There were multiple snickers and outright laughs. A few gasps.

There were definitely more than four people watching. A lot more. All of them seeing her completely naked body and she had no way of even knowing who they were.

She wondered if that might actually be better.

Then, she realized that all of them had just seen her jump up and down. Her boobs had surely undulated wildly. And she’d spread her legs as wide as she could get them, surely showing off the entirety of her pink, private place.

God!

Besides actually cumming in front of so many people and cameras, that was absolutely the most humiliating thing she could think of, and it hadn’t even worked. The vibe still buzzed away inside of her, seemingly unmoving.

There was no way she was going to do that again.

Minute after minute after minute, the vibe kept buzzing, and the pressure inside her kept building. She so didn’t want to orgasm with so many people watching. She really, really didn’t want to.

She squeezed her thighs together. She clamped her lips tight.

There was no choice, though. It was going to happen. Her body would not be denied.

With the same suddenness it had begun, the vibrating stopped.

Reflexively she thrust her hips forward in a vain attempt at completion. When it became apparent that it was over and that she at least wouldn’t be orgasming for this faceless crowd, she took solace in knowing that she had held strong.

After taking a moment to catch her breath, she gathered herself and stood straight; relishing any false bravado she could muster. She may have been stripped, bound, and vibrated to the brink of orgasm, but she had not been beaten. There was dignity in that.  

Just as she got her breathing under control, the dreaded buzzing started again. Even though she was already primed and revved up by the first round, the initial shock took a moment to register. Once she realized what was happening she again gritted her teeth trying to hold back the inevitable explosion. This could not be happening. Apparently orgasming naked for an untold amount of people wasn’t torture enough, she was to suffer the embarrassment without the satisfaction. This had to be some sort of demented dream created by her mind.

As the buzzing continued, though, she realized that this time there would be no holding back. Sure, she’d cum in front of who know how many people – she’d be shamed beyond belief – but at least she’d have the pleasure.

She wanted the pleasure. She needed the pleasure.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

Just as before she finally reached the point she could hold back no more, though, there was sudden stillness.

Again, she’d been denied.

Being pushed so close to the brink again with no release left Carly frustrated beyond belief. Involuntarily, she pulled against her restraints as her arms desperately reached to finish what the sex toy left incomplete. Her efforts only added to the strain of her aching shoulders. Her arms were now forced to hold more of her heavy frame with her legs wobbled by the teasing.

Minutes passed as she recovered her breathing, as her body and mind calmed from their heightened states.

Once she could think clearly again, she realized she was furious. “You assholes are going to pay for this! I’m going destroy-”

The buzzing resumed, instantly consuming the torrent of her words. Caught off guard, she undulated uncontrollably, losing her feet. The sudden shot of pain in her shoulders as they took on her body weight stunted the pleasure from the return of the vibrator. As angry as she was at the crowd, her body wanted release more. She couldn’t help, but make fruitless humps into the air. Her body and mind could only be occupied by one thing. Do whatever it takes to get over the edge.

Dread washed over her as the buzzing stopped a third time.

Desperate for this all to end she started to cry into the silence and pleaded, “Please, make it stop … or at least let me finish”

She couldn’t come up with much to offer so she hopelessly proclaimed to whoever was listening, “I’ll apologize. I’ll let you see whatever you want. You can touch me wherever you want! It doesn’t matter who. If you get me out of this, I’ll even get you off with my mouth. Guy or girl, I don’t care. Just make it-”

By the fourth time, she knew the drill. The ski mask was tear soaked and depression washed over her as she was reduced to Jules’ play thing. There was obviously a large crowd watching her torture and no one cared to help her. How could she be so rejected? Maybe if she just stayed still she could manage to at least orgasm before being pulled back. Her head dropped when she was again denied by the empty silence she was all too familiar with.

 

Chapter Forty Three

Rebecca watched the catalyst of her terrifying naked night twist in exposed frustration at another denial of satisfaction. She turned to Jules, who looked so beautiful fully dressed and holding the remote that so utterly controlled Carly.

Rebecca sighed. Most of the short time she had spent with her new friend had been in the nude. Even though they were vulnerable together all night, she admired how Jules had remained calm and was always looking for a way to make things right, even if they went horribly wrong. Rebecca was terrified to think what would have happened to her if she had to endure any of the events of the evening on her own. Not only had her new friend guided her through the night’s events but had bridged the giant gap she had created with her old friend Rick.

What Jules was doing to her original tormentor, though … This wasn’t justice. This was revenge.

Even though both of them had suffered greatly as a result of Carly’s actions, Rebecca could take no pleasure in what was being done. In fact, she wanted to stop it.

Jules, though … Jules looked like she needed this.

She was simply the most incredible woman ever. If she needed this, then Rebecca would bite her tongue.

As the fifth round of tease and denial made its cycle, Jules asked, “How many times were you denied finishing tonight?”

“Enough,” Rebecca said quietly. “And I think Carly has had enough, too.”

Jules grimaced and put Carly through another round of stimulation, walking her right to the very brink and even risking going over before taking it all away.

“I don’t think she has,” Jules said through a pressed smile as she stopped the vibrator once more.

“Please, I’m sorry, I really am!” Carly muffled voice cried through her damp mask.     

With Rebecca following, Jules walked slowly toward the bound and exhausted woman. She hit the button again activating the sex toy buried inside of Carly, sending her on a seventh ride up towards the peak she had been denied now six times. The tear soaked mask stuck uncomfortably to her face as her sweat covered body writhed under aching arms.

When the two new friends reached their villain Jules stopped the toy once more to ask, “What was that?”

Carly still catching her breath from her seventh round of denial, cleared her throat and repeated, “I’m sorry for what I did to you and that girl”

“That girl has a name. It’s Rebecca.”

“Then I am sorry for what I did to you and Rebecca. It was wrong.”

“Why, Carly?” Jules asked. “Why did you do it?”

“I always fantasied about what it would be like to be exposed, but I never had the body for it. I was never brave enough. Seeing her – seeing Rebecca naked like that – I thought … I thought it would be fun. I got off on it, okay? I got off on it!”

Jules glared at her.

Even though Carly couldn’t see the expression, she must have sensed that her words weren’t well received because she quickly continued. “And I was jealous, okay? Rebecca’s body had curves in all the right places. She wasn’t just flabby like me. She was … womanly. I thought she would like it. Find it exciting. I didn’t know how horrible it would feel to be this out of control and vulnerable. If I would have known then what I know now, I never would have made someone do that. I swear!”

“Fine,” Jules said through pursed lips. “We’re done. As soon as the crowd clears out, we’ll untie you.”

Carly whimpered.

“What?” Jules asked.

Carly didn’t say anything. She clearly couldn’t.

Rebecca understood, though. “She wants to finish. She needs it.”

“Is that true?” Jules asked.

“Yes! Please!”

Jules handed the remote to Rebecca. “She’s all yours.”

 

Rebecca looked around at all the people staring with wide eyes. She couldn’t imagine cumming with so many people watcthing. On the other hand, Carly was at the end of her rope. To not do it was the greater cruelty.

Rebecca hit the button.

Carly’s exhausted body shook. Her fat went shook and wobbled and jiggled. It was, in a way, enticing.

Rebecca had always been ashamed of her body. Her belly wasn’t flat as a board like Jules. She’d never given a thought to the idea that there were people out there who were jealous of her.

When Carly’s orgasm came, it was sudden. An eruption.

She arched her back and let out a howl. Her muscles convulsed. She groaned and moaned and panted. She was lost in the pleasure.

Once her quivers subsided, Rebecca turned off the vibrator, and Jules quietly motioned for everyone save their original small group to leave.

Once the field was clear, they all approached the bound girl. Jules, her clothes brushing against the naked girl’s bare skin, pulled off the mask.

 “Who saw me? How many?” Carly asked.

“You’ll probably never know.” Jules cut first one zip tie and then the next.

Carly collapsed to the ground. Jules started walking away. Rebecca, accompanied by the other two, hesitated for a moment before following.

Jules turned. “Oh, by the way, we’ve got your car keys. Have fun getting home.”

Rebecca felt really bad about leaving the girl like that, but what choice did she have? Her loyalty was to Jules, considering all they’d faced together tonight. The thought nagged at her, though, that this simply wasn’t right.

 

Chapter Forty Four

Carly sat on the grass in a crumpled heap, thoroughly defeated. She’d been shamed and humiliated, having cum while an unknown number of people had watched. The sight of her naked body and her having an orgasm would be the talk of the town.

She wanted to cry. The only thing stopping her was the she didn’t want to give Jules the satisfaction.

“I know what she feels like,” a voice said from near the soccer field’s exit. “I can’t leave her like this.”

Carly looked up, hope in her heart. It was the fat girl – No, she had a name, Rebecca – who had spoken.

“After all the stress her actions caused us? Really?” Jules asked. “She deserves everything she gets and more.”

“I don’t care if she deserves it or not. I won’t be a part of it.”

“Fine!” Jules said. “We’re not giving her a ride, though, and her clothes are destroyed.”

“Here’s what we’ll do …”

After that, Rebecca lowered her voice, and Carly couldn’t make out what they were saying. After a minute or so, Tina’s fingers started flying over her phone, probably texting.

With Carly scared but somewhat optimistic that something would happen to improve her situation, the four of them just stood around obviously waiting for something.

They didn’t have to wait for long. A few minutes later, a car pulled into the parking lot.

At first, this made Carly anxious. Someone else was about to see her body. Then, she realized that, given how quickly the car had arrived, the person or persons in it had probably witnessed her display.

If it got her a ride home, she honestly was okay with whatever more embarrassment she had to put up with.

When the person walked through the gate, however, her chest tightened. It was a guy, Jim Haskins. She knew him from school. They’d actually studied together a few times. He was nice but kind of a wuss.

The thought of someone she knew so well seeing her like this made her want to just sink into the ground.

He and Rebecca walked toward her. Carly covered her nakedness with her arms the best she could.

“Hey,” Rebecca said, “This is Jim-”

“I know who he is!”

“Hey, Carly,” he said. “I can … I can give you a ride if you want.”

“I’m sure you’d love to give me a ride, all right!”

That actually wasn’t true at all, and Carly didn’t know why she’d said it. Jim was about the least likely person to be sexually aggressive that she knew. And the thought of him or any other guy wanting to do anything with her grotesque body was ridiculous.

He looked hurt by her words.

“I’m … I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just that … that … It’s been a bad night.”

“It’s okay. I understand. I can go, if you want …”

“No. I need … I need to get home, so, if you really don’t mind …”

“I don’t,” he said. “Not at all.”

“I guess … I guess I’ll get up then.” She grimaced.

Though the concept of being modest had been thrown out the window quite a while ago, she still had the urge to protect herself from view, and there was no way she could hide any part of herself while getting to her feet. Resigned at having to show off again, she lowered one arm to the ground.

To her complete surprise, Jim turned her back, giving her privacy as she rose. He didn’t face her until she told him it was okay once she had her hands clamped tightly over her breasts and crotch. Then, he led to his car, not even making her go first so that he could stare at her butt, and, once inside, he did his best to keep his eyes straight ahead.

As an awkward, uncomfortable silence ensued, she really thought about what he’d just done – both in not looking at her here in the car and turning his back on the soccer field – and it made total sense. He was obviously disgusted by her mounds of flesh. Of course, he would have turned his back. Everyone who had been there watching was surely motivated solely by their desire to see her humiliated. None of them liked what they saw. She was lucky they hadn’t all started barfing.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” she said, as much to pierce the quiet as much as for any other reason.

“It’s not problem. I’m sorry that … you know … that happened to you. I feel kind of bad for watching.”

“Not your fault.” She had to spit the words out, but, surprisingly, she found that she kind of meant it. She was sure he didn’t enjoy it and really didn’t blame him. The blame lay solely on Jules.

“If it helps, which it probably doesn’t …” he said. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, you didn’t upchuck, right? That’s something.”

“What do you mean?”

“It couldn’t have been pleasant seeing me like that.”

“Are you crazy?” he asked. “I mean it. Are you? I think you’re totally hot. I wish I could see more of you. I wish I could touch-”

Her jaw dropped. He couldn’t possibly have meant that.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have … You have to be totally uncomfortable right now. I’ll just shut up.”

“You’re really being straight with me? You liked seeing me.”

“Of course I did! Why wouldn’t I?”

Because her breasts sagged and her stomach and thighs were too big and she wasn’t anything like the girls in all those magazines?

She couldn’t bring herself to admit any of that, though. Instead, she decided to make him admit the truth, whatever it took.

“There’s a parking lot up ahead,” she said. “Turn into it and park under a light.”

They both remained silent until he’d pulled into a spot and turned off the car.

Carly glanced over at him and smirked. He was studiously not looking at her – obviously because he was repulsed by her body – and looked nervous as hell. Making him tell her the truth was going to be easy.

“If you think I’m so hot,” she said, “look at me.”

 “I don’t want to-”

“Exactly, asshole!” she yelled. “Thanks for making my point.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said, his eyes still straight ahead. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’d love to look at you, but …”

Her arms were clamped over her, covering as much of her flesh as possible, as they had been for the entire ride. Moving them down to her sides so that they concealed nothing was one of the hardest things she’d ever down. She managed it, though, and, after, she reclined the chair and laid back.

“If you want to look, look.”

“Carly …”

“I mean it, Jim.”

He huffed. “Fine.” His head swiveled toward her, and his eyes swept over her body, devouring her naked flesh.

There wasn’t a hint of disgust on his face. Instead, there was hunger. She couldn’t help but glance down to his lap. His pants were definitely tented.

Her heart started beating rapidly. He’d been telling the truth. That tingly feeling low down that she’d felt earlier returned.

“Did you … Did you want … to touch?” she asked.

“God, yes,” he said. “Are you sure?”

Carly nodded. She’d never been more sure of anything in her life.