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She was pressed into the ground. Panties and socks saving her from complete humiliation. Tears mixed with sand stung her eyes. Her female hole leaking. Betraying her tears.

Denise…her nemesis from high school. Denise stuck in community college. Denise made to feel like an idiot by Rhonda. Rhonda who was just in panties and socks under her. Six other people watching…taking pictures. Pictures that will be displayed with her name and address…

Rhoda had tried to run. Now she struggled. No one had seen her naked or even in her underwear. She didn’t like swimsuits and would wear shorts and a T-shirt to the splash park.

“Ewww!” Denise yelled, “Her panties are soaked!”

Laughter all around her.

“Either she wet herself…or…” Jennifer…my nerdy friend laughed, “or…”.

“Or she likes it!” Yelled Denise. Disgust, and awe in her voice.

“Gary…go smell her!” Jon laughed.

Denise got up. Rhonda stayed on the ground mortified. The game had hardly begun. She would be thoroughly humiliated. Everyone at school would see.

A hand. A hand that had never touched her before. A man who she hardly knew stood over her. Leering at her bare flesh. He took his rough hand and shoved it into her crotch as she tried to squeeze her legs together.

“That’s love juice!” He said. Sticking his hand back down and squeezing her intimate hole.

“Roll over!” Denise commanded.

Rhonda didn’t move.

Denise grabbed a handful of her hair. “Roll over!” She barked.

Two guys came to help. Denise wailed “Nooooo! I will pay you money! I will apologize….let me go!”

Denise yanked her hair pulling her head up. Rhonda felt four hands of guys touching her bare skin where they pleased. And turning her over. Flashes in her eyes.

Laughter.

Her panties were soaked and sand clung to them. Denise yanked on her hair. Rhonda’s hands that had been guarding her tits flew to try and stop the pain leaving her nearly naked form to the camera flashes and the leers.

“No…no…no!”

Denise slapped her hard other face…

“One more no, and we start going through your contacts. Mom would love these pictures. Your best friend Margaret would to. Oh, and we can call Brian when we reach fucking time. Yes…you will be fucked! One more “no” and Brian can watch…live”
Denise was having fun.

Rhonda cried and cried.

“Now…settle down…stand the fuck up. And dance for us. Take off those panties and socks as you dance. This is just the beginning. I have rope here. I will leave you here naked and bound. Everyone here…even us girls…will get a chance to violate your body as we please. You can do nothing about it. Tomorrow…pictures of you being used and abused will go out with you begging us to use you like the slut you are. Begging! So dance…or we will find so many ways to make it worse.”

Rhonda broke. She sobbed and gulped in air. Stood up in the firelight and in front of an audience. Wearing only panties and socks…gulped air again…the slap print fresh on her cheek. Tears all over her face. Her cunt leaking slut fluid. Dirty, dusty, sandy…she danced.

She couldn’t believe it or stand it, but she had to. Imagine how much worse it could get?

She moved and they laughed. She couldn’t tell what to do next. She spun…lifted a foot and pulled off her sock. She hated how her feet looked. She hated feeling things on her soles and toes. Feet disgusted her. She set her toes in the sand and winced as the sand went between her toes and then a little of the mud. Ewwww.

She did another spin and took off her other sock. Now both bare feet moving in sand and muck and who knows. Laughter. A breeze and she felt it on her BARE flesh. Her tits bouncing lewdly.

“Take them off! Take them off!”

The six chanted at her. Laughed at her. All her dignity in one piece of cloth that she would have to take off. They were looking at her. Tits. Shoulders. Navel. Toes. All things that were hers. Hers to be hidden from others. Her skin was private!

“Take them off! Take them off!”

“Now bitch!” Yelled Denise.

She jumped, grabbed the waistband started to pull them down. Her head swam. She tried to dance, but a foot landed in mud and slipped. She fought to stay upright, stumbled, and she heard and felt her panties tear off her bare body.

Loud laughter from all around. Flashes as the picture of her naked form…

Her head swam..she was naked…they were looking at her. Her hands tried to defend her parts. Her foot was covered in mud which made her go ewww and slip and spin. Her hands flew out. Flash Flash. Laughter and catcalls and a gushing pussy and her face was hot.

“Let’s let Greg start!” Yelled Denise.

“No!” Screamed Rhonda as Greg came towards her.

“What was that?” Asked Denise.

Hands were on her. Everywhere. She cried as everything she held dear was violated.