“Panties? Oh my God! I didn’t even realize I was wearing them, honest! Are you an Inspector? Oh, please don’t turn me in, I’ll do whatever you say, okay?”
“What are you going to do with these pictures? Yes, I know I said I would do anything, but… Okay, fine. Are you happy now?” I don’t have a good feeling about this. Yesterday, my roommate came home naked, so I thought maybe she was Inspected. But she told me some boy just asked her to take off her clothes, and she did it. And then after she handed over all her clothes, he said he wanted to fuck her, and then he would give her clothes back. But she said no, she wasn’t going to just let a stranger fuck her. So he made her spread her legs, and he fondled her pussy, but she resisted getting excited, and eventually he just went away. She told me she just wanted to come back to the dorm, but her afternoon classes were all the way on the other side of the campus, so she went to them without any clothes on. The professors and the other students were nice, and didn’t say anything about being naked. She was lucky, I guess.
“Sure, I’ll squat for you, but do you have to take my picture? It’s embarrassing! Okay, okay, I’ll squat, just don’t take my dress!” I get excited really easily, and, well, just showing my pussy in public is enough to get me wet. “I’m glad you’re not an Inspector, because an Inspector would have stripped me naked by now.” I hope this guy lets me keep my dress because just being stripped is sometimes enough to make me cum.
“Legs in the air? I’d rather not. Can I just… What? Okay, I’ll do it, just don’t take my dress. Can you just tell me if you’re an Inspector, please?” I think I read in the handbook that Inspectors have to identify themselves before stripping you, so I don’t think this guy is an Inspector, but I’m really not sure. Besides, even if he’s not an Inspector, he says he can turn me in just by the pictures he took.
“What? I’m free to go? Just like that?” What a relief! I was getting all juicy just thinking about how I was going to make it through the day without my dress, and now he’s letting me go! I’ll just pick up my panties, and be on my way.
“Hold it right there, young lady!”
“Who are you?” I asked, but I didn’t need to ask. It was an Inspector. Apparently he was watching the whole thing. He showed me his badge.
“I was going to let you go, but then…” He made some kind of gesture toward my adorable pink panties, which were still in my hands.
I dropped them and stepped back, like they were a bomb about to explode! “I was just going to throw them out!”
“You know how many pretty girls have told me that?”
I started to answer his question, but something about this guy’s demeanor told me there was only one correct answer to that question, and it was just to take off my dress.
“You’re a pretty girl,” he said. “Would you mind spreading your legs a bit?”
Of course I minded, but I did as he said.
“Are you thinking sexy thoughts?” he asked.
“Oooh!” My knees buckled when he suddenly stuck a finger in me. He grabbed me around the waist with his other hand to keep me from falling while his finger went really deep inside me.
“Relax,” he said, and I realized my buttocks were clenched. I relaxed them, letting my asshole relax against the palm of his hand while he stroked my perineum with his fingers. “Your breasts are really cute,” he went on, as if nothing odd was happening. Here I am getting mauled sexually, and he’s making small talk about my cute breasts! Of course I let him stroke my nipples. What else am I going to do?
“I’ve decided to let you off with a warning,” he said.
All of a sudden I got really excited! “You mean I can keep my dress?”
He laughed, and then got real quiet. “Oh, you weren’t joking? No, honey, you can’t keep your dress. A warning means I won’t cite you for indecency, but it doesn’t mean you get off scot-free. You seem a little inhibited to me, so I’m prescribing a period of nudity for you, does that sound fair?”
I gulped. “How long?”
“That’s up to you,” he said. “Have you been raped yet? Consensually, I mean?”
“No,” I lied. My heart was beating fast. I didn’t like where this was going.
“Yes you have,” he said. “I can see it in your eyes. It’s okay, honey. Tell me about it.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay, it was at a party. I had only been here a week, so I wasn’t used to wearing just a top, and nothing on my bottom. But there was this t-shirt party, and all the girls on my floor were going, so I figured what the heck. I had a t-shirt that was almost long enough to feel decent in, so I put it on. Some of the other girls were wearing shorter tops, but I didn’t think anything of it until the time came for something they called the “firing line”.
He laughed. “Yeah, the firing line.”
I felt a flush of anger. I hated him for laughing at this, but I went on. “Well, I guess you know what it is. All the girls line up on the dance floor, and the emcee, or whoever, tells us to bend over. Well, I was mortified! I felt barely decent in my little t-shirt, and so bending over was the last thing I wanted to do. I guess I hesitated, so one of the boys spread my legs, and pushed on my back, right between my shoulder blades. I bent over, and grabbed my ankles, and I saw the other girls were doing the same. Not one of us was wearing a top long enough to feel decent while bending over. It was really embarrassing. Finally, the leader came to me, and with one hand between my legs, and the other one under my shirt, fondling my breasts, he straightened me up. It took all my strength to avoid cumming as he slowly withdrew his hands from my body. The other girls all straightened up and watched as the boy asked me if I would like to take off my shirt. I said ‘no’, and all the other girls gasped! The boy pushed me to the ground, and made me kneel with my legs apart, and then he fucked me right there in front of everyone. When he was done, another boy asked me if I wanted to take off my shirt, and the other girls said ‘do it, honey, just take off your shirt’ but I refused, and then he fucked me, too. You know how girls say sometimes when they’re raped, they cum? Well, it happened to me. I came both times I was raped. When a third boy came up to me, I thought he was going to ask me if I wanted to take off my shirt, but instead he whispered in my ear. ‘Relax, darling,’ he said, and for some reason, I did relax. He pulled my shirt up over my head, and I raised my arms as he slipped it off. When he kissed me, I kissed him back, hard. Even after being fucked twice, I wanted it again, with this boy, but he didn’t fuck me. I found out later that girls have the choice of being stripped or fucked, and most girls choose to be stripped at these parties. But then after they’re naked, the game continues, and some of the girls are raped. But it’s all consensual, I guess, because both the girls and the boys treat it as a game, and besides, none of us had to go to the party, and apart from me, it seemed that they all knew there would be some girls raped at the party, and they just hoped it wouldn’t be them. Or maybe they secretly wanted to be raped, who knows? After I was raped twice and stripped naked, the boy who stripped me pulled me aside to watch the other girls continue to play the game. After a girl was already naked, she was supposed to beg not to be raped, and she would agree to things she wouldn’t ordinarily agree to, just to avoid being raped, such as being spanked. It was fun to watch, because the girls were really excited. They were practically squirting girl-cum when they spread their legs and begged to be spanked. Sometimes the boy would agree to spank the girl, and other times he would just rape her. By the end of the party, when it was time for us girls to go back to our dorm, every one of us was naked, most of our butts were red from being spanked, and some of us had been raped. The next morning, some of the girls wanted to stay naked for breakfast, but I was still a little shy, so I put on a top. I was still caught up in the fun of being naked with my girlfriends, so I’ll admit the top I wore was a little too short for full modesty.”
“So you were twice at the party?”
I nodded. It was the truth. I was hoping the Inspector would feel bad for me, but apparently he thought rape was good for a girl, and I needed more.
“I want you to stay naked until you’re raped three more times,” he said.
Three more times!
“And if you go a day without being raped, the count starts over at one, do you understand?”
“So I just get a boy to fuck me three times?”
“No, not just a boy, it has to be a stranger. Someone you don’t know. And it has to be in public, because you’ll need witnesses. The witnesses will have to say that you begged the boy not to fuck you, do you understand?”
I nodded. It was going to be an interesting few (hopefully few!) days.