THE AFTERMATH
I lay still for a few minutes in the afterglow of my orgasm, hearing their voices disappear in the distance. Then a cold wind blew in and I got to my feet. I was still naked. The gang had taken all my clothes, with no regard for how I'd get home after they had had their fun.
Luckily, I had anticipated - or to be honest, hoped - for something like this, and had made some preparations. I snuck out of the skatepark, wary of any people that might wander by, and made my way up to a nearby bush where I had stashed a bag of gym clothes. I put them on. I had no underwear and no shoes, but I was thankful that I wouldn't have to streak all the way home. Good thing too. Some road construction that day had diverted quite a lot of traffic to the street I was walking along, and it was rush hour. The street was jam packed with cars and I walked along it for almost half an hour. If I hadn't prepared, so many people would have witnessed my walk of shame.
I was on edge coming into school the next day. After the lake incident, the story had gotten around really quickly. And this latest happening was a lot juicier. How fast would word spread? Was there a new nickname already waiting for me?
I walked around like a paranoid schizophrenic. I imagined every passing glance as a knowing stare. Every conversation I couldn't make out made me wonder if it was about me, and every casual laugh felt like a joke at my expense. I kept my ears pricked in class for any sign of people talking behind my back. And when class was over, I dreaded going back into the halls, imagining that Ava and the gang had spent the entire hour spreading the news.
There were no stories going around. However, there was a note attached to my locker from the gang. It said to meet them during the lunch break.
I didn't eat much. I didn't have any appetite. I made an excuse to my friends, then went off to seek out Ava. I felt like a felon turning herself in. I found the gang sitting at a table in the corner of the school grounds. Olivia had her feet on the table and was wearing my shoes. "Looks better on me, don't you think?" she said. That was debatable, but I wasn't dumb enough to disagree.
Ava told me to sit down. I got a bench to myself while they all sat opposite. I was apprehensive. Before, they had all seen me as just a spineless target, someone they could push around without consequence. They hadn't cared enough to see deeper than that, and their indifference had been my safety net. No matter how cutting their remarks, or what humiliation they inflicted on me, there was a part of me they could never reach. But I had handed that part to them on a silver platter. Now these five sadists knew me better than anyone else in the world.
"Go ahead and touch yourself, since we both know you want to." Ava said. I reflexively looked around to see if anyone was watching us. "I'm sorry, did I stutter? Do as I say, slave."
I slipped my hand into my pants and started rubbing my clit, as discreetly as I could. I was sitting with my back towards the school grounds. I didn't know if anyone was paying attention. I kept my gaze locked on Ava, too scared to confirm our privacy, hoping no one could make out what I was doing.
As I was touching myself, Ava started to explain the new routine. She laid things out slowly, with plenty of pauses, digressions, and more than a few barbs, giving me time to work myself up. Things were gonna change, now that I was her bitch. Every day at school, I was to seek them out, to "pay my respects" to Ava, and await any further instructions.
"Mmhmm." I said, trying to keep from moaning.
She laid out a few extra rules. When I was paying my respects, I would be on my knees. When talking to Ava, I would address her as mistress. "Though I'd prefer to not hear you speak at all unless spoken to."
"Mhm, yes mistress." My words came out breathy. I was starting to get into it and they could tell.
When given a command, I was to do it, no questions asked. If I failed, I would be punished. If she wasn't around, I would answer to her friends instead. If any of them gave me a command, I was to do it no questions asked, unless it conflicted with something Ava said.
I was getting close. I tried to keep steady. I didn't want to cum there, it was too public.
One last thing she said. I would be spending a lot more time with them this year. But that didn't mean we were equals, or friends. "Always remember your place. You are not one of us. You will never be one of us. You are property, and I own you. Say it."
"I... am not your equal. I am your slave... you are... the master. My mistress..."
"That's it. You're dismissed." she said, then raised her voice and added "Get the fuck out of here, and STOP TOUCHING YOURSELF YOU SLUT!" I yanked my hands up from my crotch and jumped up. Scanning the yard, I saw a few heads that had turned at the yell. I hurried off, blushing and still teetering on the edge of orgasm.
HANGING OUT
A day later, before noon, they grabbed me and told me we'd be going out. I had lessons, but they didn't care. Looks like we were all cutting class. We walked off. I was in the center, their arms around my shoulders. From a distance it might have seemed like I was just one of the gang. In truth, I was more like a mouse caught by a cat, carried off so it could play with its food.
As I spent time with the gang, I got to know them and see their dynamic. They were a tight-knit group, with an "us against the world" mentality. While they did crack wise at each other, their jokes showed none of the viciousness they used on others. It might have been heartwarming how well they got along if they weren't such bastards. Ava was the de-facto leader, often the ones making plans or getting the last word in disagreements. On the other side was Sophie, the cheering section. She seldom took initiative, preferring to point and laugh. She was always laughing at me. Olivia came from money and it showed in the worst ways. She was a stuck up bitch, entitled and snooty.
Harper was the muscle, strong and quick to anger, but he had a soft spot for Ava. I sometimes suspected that his favorite part of humiliating me was making Ava laugh. And Dylan... was a real piece of work. It's surprising a misogynist like him had so many female friends. Or maybe it was just me he hated? More than any others, he treated me like dirt, never letting me forget how little he thought of me.
They took me to a mall. There was a small boutique that I had never been in before that sold risqué clothing - goth and fetish outfits, sexy lingerie. They wanted a fashion show. Luckily, there wasn't much activity in the store at that time, just us and a female clerk who looked at us with suspicion.
They picked through the stacks, trying to find the most ridiculous clothing for me to wear. Ava picked out a novelty french maid costume for me to try. This was one hell of a skimpy outfit. It consisted of a black string tied bra with white lace, a transparent black miniskirt and black g-string panties. It had a white apron that was practically a napkin it was so small, and lacy white garters and headband. The clerk kept an eye on us. I wondered what she was thinking, seeing me strut around in underwear while my companions laughed at me. Whatever she thought, it couldn't be worse than the truth.
The next outfit was this short latex dress. It didn't show the bits, but I still felt embarrassed as I stood among them, twirling at their command. It had a zipper in the front of the dress that they pulled down, revealing my cleavage and bra underneath.
"No bra for this next one." Ava said, and handed me a bundle of clothes so small that I wondered if it would even fit. I went to change and inspected the clothes. I gulped. It was a black fishnet top, completely transparent... and that was it. No wonder the bundle seemed light. I put it on with shaking hands. In the mirror I saw what I would be displaying, bare legs up to my thong, breasts visible through my see-through top. I looked ready to go to bed, not out into a store.
Nervous excitement, knowing I'd soon go out into the store wearing almost nothing. The place was almost empty, sure, but the clerk was there. I took a breath to steady myself, and stepped out into the store. I saw the clerk's eyes widen for a second. She hadn't expected me to be so bold. I stood in the middle of the group as they inspected me. I prayed I wasn't wet enough for it to show.
After a few agonizingly long moments they were satisfied. Ava told me to get dressed, but to skip the underwear. I got back into the clothes I came with. My shirt was a white button down blouse, and you could see my nipples poking through the fabric. The skirt was black and went down to just above my knees, but the cold air on my privates made me feel naked.
Ava wanted the french maid outfit, and told me to pay for it. "Uh, I don't have any money..." I said timidly. "Olivia, can you front the money?" she said.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Sure. But I'm not a charity. You're gonna pay me back, Skinnydipper." I made a note to do so as soon as I could. I did not want to owe these people money.
After the clothing store, the gang wanted to eat, so we went to the food court. Ava was carrying my underwear. I sat in the middle of them and was told to keep my legs spread. Ava put my underwear on the table in front of me, tauntingly close and in open view. People passed by. My heart was in my throat, waiting for someone to notice. Two women walked by, and one of them glanced over. She saw the panties and bra on the table... then caught my no doubt terrified eyes... and then she glanced down under the table. She averted her eyes and kept moving, blushing almost as much as I did. She whispered to her friend and pointed me out. The others were giggling around me as I sank down in my seat.
Then Ava started undoing the buttons on my blouse. I couldn't believe how brazen she was, we were in the middle of a mall in broad daylight! She opened the buttons all the way down and parted the blouse slightly, leaving a gap from my neck to my navel, enough so that anyone passing could see that I was wearing nothing underneath. I sat still, trying not to disturb the shirt, wondering just how far she would take this. Some time passed while the gang ate and drank, joking around with each other, boisterous and loud. I was keeping an eye out for passing people, to see if anyone spotted me. I would have been hard to miss, what with my spread legs, opened shirt and beet red, sweaty cheeks.
"Hey Skinnydipper." Ava said. "I think you've got some fans."
A group of four college aged boys sat a couple of tables across from us. They were huddled together, looking directly at me. My legs felt like two magnets being held apart, strongly pulling towards each other. I fought the urge to close them.
