Dear Reader,
Be forewarned, these are the ramblings of a horny depraved pervert.
If you are looking for any form of realism please skip this story.
In the following pages Lara will be stripped forcefully and compelled to run naked in the halls of her college campus. She will be rescued by the school janitor but is he friend or foe?
Lara's misadventures begin.
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Chapter 1 - Stripped and Trapped
Lara had it coming!
She knew it.
She was in this mess all of her own doing.
She had only herself to blame as she ran naked down the halls of the empty building.
She had to face the fact that you can only be a mega bitch for so long.
For months now, as the small community college's cheerleader's squad captain, she had antagonized all the girls on the team.
No one had been spared.
And today, she had done it once again.
Despite the euphoric thrill of the home team's win, she had imposed a rehearsal after the game on a Friday evening.
It was all because of her perfectionist nature. She needed everything to be flawless and unfortunately that afternoon, she had observed a few snafus during the basketball game.
Her OCD had kicked in and she forced the team into the rehearsal studio after everyone had left the building.
There was a little carrot to keep the troops in line... her parents were out of town, and she dangled plans for a wild pool party the following day to motivate the girls.
She thought that luring them with an invite to the "end of the summer bash" would have been enough motivation for the girls. She needed their undivided attention and full cooperation and thought that partying with barely dressed boys would help sweeten the deal.
So, she mercilessly made them repeat the routines over and over again, and the last drill was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.
It was Friday night and the girls wanted to relax, they were tired and cranky; and the team had won the game after all! It was time to celebrate!
And so, they had ganged up on her verbally and, when Lara had tried to seize hold of the situation by slapping the spokesperson of this mutiny, that's when things turned from bad to worst.
They jumped her, formed a circle around her, and began slapping her. They began pulling at her as they pushed her around. At first, Lara tried to defend herself but the few hits she landed ended up fueling their anger. There was no real intention or meaning to their movements. They were just an uncoordinated group venting their anger haphazardly.
Then one of the girls latched onto Lara's cheerleader sweater, then another and another and so on and so forth. The material was not meant to be tugged that way. When it ripped and her bra was exposed, Lara lost her cool. She began panicking and screaming in fear.
Suddenly, the group of girls realized that they had finally found a weak point. They had broken through the tough shell and the reaction that they got out of their mean leader motivated them to continue. They all looked at each other knowingly. They were going to teach her a lesson.
The mob had found their meaning and purpose. They all stepped closer, reached in and snatched at her cloths. In a matter of a few seconds, they ripped everything off stripping her completely.
Then, they kicked her out of the rehearsal space with nothing on but her shoes and socks.
Imagine that!
Being butt naked in an otherwise empty (or so she thought) and silent campus building was terrifying and for a time she banged on the door to be let back in.
"Open up!...
Girls!...
Let me in!...
Ha ha!...
You had your fun!...
Let me in!...
Come on!...
This isn't funny anymore!" she screamed through the door and pleaded with them to no avail.
It went on for a few minutes that felt like an eternity.
Then, the screech of a squeaky wheel made her jump.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the dirty, yellow, old maintenance bucket make its way into view and, in an instant, she was face-to-face with Frankie.
The two stood there in shock.
Time stopped.
There he was in his ever-filthy tank top and kaki shorts.
There she was; naked like a Greek goddess with alabaster skin in front of the crazy, older, lanky, brown-skinned janitor that she had ridiculed for so many years. The contrast could not have been starker.
Lara was no angel.
She had taunted him too many times to count over the years and now this sudden reversal of fortune was staggering.
They stared at each other, wide-eyed, in silence, motionless.
The girls behind the locked door could be heard laughing and cheering.
Then, the man started moving. He turned, reaching around for something that she could not see in the cart he had been pulling along behind him.
She bolted in panic!
She ran, and ran, and ran some more. All the while, she blamed herself for having been such a diva, such a bitchy Prima Dona.
She ran like a headless chicken down the dark corridors bumping from one locked door to the next, seeking shelter.
Frankie was stopped in his tracks when he turned around with the tarp.
"Where was the naked girl going? Didn't she want something to cover-up with?" he stood befuddled.
By the time he set himself in motion to follow her, she had turned a corner and disappeared.
He could not see where she was headed, but by all means she would be getting herself into worse trouble and he knew it. He would have to find her. She was headed in the wrong direction towards the athletic wing and the boys' locker rooms. He had a bad feeling about it.
Lara kept on running aimlessly, hoping to find refuge from this humiliating situation.
It was bad enough to be out in her birthday suit, but to be naked in front of that guy! Could it get any worse?
That was the thought process that went through her mind as she fled.
"Finally!" she screamed ecstatic as a door opened up and she jumped into the room.
The relief was short lived.
She had not taken the time to read the sign on the door and in an instant her heart sank.
She was standing in the center of the visiting boys' locker room.
The losing opponents were dressed but were still doing the autopsy of their defeat.
Ten tall teenagers or more were surrounding her in silence.
She tried to cover up. She even tried to run but another circle had tightened around her.
"My, oh my!" the burly coach spoke up.
"I think the pig slut head cheerleader is lost," he commented.
Lara squirmed, unable to speak.
She was valiantly trying to hide her nudity with her hands and arms, but her generous feminine charms could not be easily hidden.
She was tall, slender and extremely fit, but nature had rewarded her with a curvaceous bubble butt and scrumptious c-cup tits that she could not manage to cover-up from the masculine stares.
She stood there, naked except for her socks and sneakers, in front of a group of angry men.
She could sense their animosity towards her, and her exposed bits and vulnerability did nothing to alleviate the wrath that was rising in the room.
Why had she taunted them so much earlier? Why had she been so snarky and so demeaning?
There was not a single shred of compassion to be found. There was no empathy for her state of alarm in their eyes.
She was trapped behind enemy lines.
Dread and despair washed over her.
"What's the matter? Slut! Cat gotcha' tongue?" continued the older man who was in his late thirties.
"You give yourself to your team after every game?
Or is it only when they win?
Is that why you were so fired up earlier?
Were you afraid that you would not get your freak on?" he asked rhetorically as he paced and circled around her.
Lara's humiliation rose tenfold.
Her face was burning, tears started pooling in her eyes.
"N...nn... no," she tried to speak up, but she was stuck. Her throat was dry, and the words would not come out.
Suddenly, the coach reached with both hands beneath her armpits from behind and lifted her high in the air.
"Shut up!" he screamed.
"Pig sluts don't talk!" he lectured.
Lara floated above the group, feeling even more exposed and helpless.
"You know what I used to do to pigs on my farm?" he asked the congregated teens.
"I hogtied them!"
"Yeah!" erupted the group in unison.
"Here! Girl! Extend your arms above your head and grab onto that beam," he ordered as he lifted her towards the exposed metal beam above her.
The girl stayed motionless, mortified.
He dropped her and she fell to the ground on all fours. He spanked her hard repeatedly on the butt, knocking the wind out of her.
"Ouch!" Lara reared up and tried to protect for her bum with her hands, stunned.
Swiftly, the coach grabbed her and lifted her above his head once again.
"Girl! Grab onto that beam now! ...before I wallop your butt again," he yelled.
Mortified, Lara obeyed as the steady flow of tears blurred her vision.
"Remove her shoes and socks!" he ordered.
Two faceless young men grabbed her legs and stripped the remaining layers of clothing off.
Then, the coach lifted her by the hips and bent her up, towards the beam.
"Now grab the beam with your feet," he instructed.
Lara once again hesitated. The fact that she was no longer wearing any shoes made her feel even more nude and exposed for some reason.
"Ouch!" she shouted again as the man pinched her at the waist forcefully.
He was assertive and clearly angry.
"Don't try my patience," he advised.
The girl once again obeyed.
"Yeah!" cheered the group once again.
She was now suspended with her blond mane dangling down.
An image flashed through Lara's mind. She was reminded of old adventure movies where wild native tribes would capture lost explorers and carry them like wild game on a spit.
Except that in her case, she was completely nude and hanging so much higher in the air. Her intimate parts were at eye level with the basketball players.
