Red Lace (Literature)(Before the end)

It had been weeks since the ‘assembly incident,’ and Candice was still  struggling to live it down. Turns out people don’t easily forget it when  you and two of your ‘friends’ stumble out in front of the entire school  with nary a scrap of clothing amongst y’all but a singular pair of  sneakers. The mere act of appearing totally naked in public was bad  enough, but what made it worse for Candice was that in being so new to  Eager Meadows All-Girls School, that act of indecent exposure became  most everyone’s first impression of her, and it’s true what they say  about first impressions mattering! Weeks later, and Candice was still  weathering teases about being an exhibitionist and cracks about her  ‘killer bod,’ ‘stupendous rack,’ and - most embarrassing to her - ‘that  big ol’ bubble butt!’ That last one was usually chased by someone  reaching out to spank her, which Candice rarely was able to dodge and  always made the embarrassment worse! Candice wasn’t a fan of being the  center of attention in any instance, and there wasn’t a morning since  that Candice didn’t feel mortified out of her mind!

Still, though  it was taking longer than Candice would have liked, time washes over  things, and at last, Candice felt the scrutiny that had been following  her gradually fade away. The last of the bootleg school newspapers that  boasted minimally-censored snapshots of her nakedness finally stopped  circulating, and no one in the hall turned to point and laugh at Candice  if she didn’t do anything to draw their attention. The ‘exhibitionist’  jabs still came, but less en masse, and mostly in obvious jest. And  though there wasn’t yet anyone she could comfortably consider a  ‘friend,’ she’d made a few polite acquaintances with some of her  classmates, and she was already in pretty well with most of her  teachers! It felt good to finally start being received as something  other than a punchline about missing clothes!

With the air  finally feeling nearly clear, Candice had decided it was finally time to  make a bigger move! The best way to get that horrible incident out of  everyone’s minds once and for all would be for Candice to cultivate a  different identity for herself, to give everyone else some other way to  remember her that didn’t involve her being naked! And what a better way  to do that than by joining a sport! Candice had always enjoyed sports  and being active, and being on a team would look great on college  applications! Sounds like the perfect solution!

But what sport?  That was the real question. Over the course of a few nonconsecutive  days, Candice took time to ponder over the memo board just outside the  commons, and every day she got paralyzed with indecision! Everything  sounded fun, but it wasn’t just about that, it was about picking how she  wanted to be defined! Was she gonna be a volleyball girl? Eh, a lot of  bouncing… Field hockey? Not even sure how to play that. Maybe soccer?  That’s a good one… They were all good ones, really, and that’s what made  it so hard to choose! It felt like such a big choice, and Candice  wanted to be super careful in making the right one…

It seemed  like fate, then, later in the week, when Candice found a flyer taped to  her locker door, advertising tryouts for the track team on Thursday  after school. Candice’s face lit up as she read the flyer! Track, of  course! Candice loved running! Plus, with so many events and teammates,  it’d be an ideal mix of keeping her out of main focus and giving her  more than enough chances socially to build a new image for herself!  Happily, Candice hugged the flyer to her chest and went home with a  smile!

Finally, Thursday arrived, and, at the end-of-day bell,  Candice eagerly hurried to the locker room to change. An uneasiness  accompanied her, however, both through the locker room and the  subsequent walk outside. Track was a popular sport, right? And if it’s  tryouts, that would surely garner plenty of attention, right? But to  Candice’s confusion, she barely saw any other girls in the locker room,  and those she saw all wore cheerleading uniforms. It was the right day,  right? Yeah, had to be, and yet…

Slowly and uncertainly, Candice  finished dressing, but even as she stepped out of the locker room  directly onto the sun-kissed field leading to the track, she still  didn’t see anyone else dressed for tryouts. Maybe she’s late, the  thought crossed her mind, or even early? Nary a single other girl joined  her in the mild afternoon heat, not on the track, not in the distant  bleachers, not on the grass. Barely twenty minutes after the closing  bell, Eager Meadows All-Girls School had turned into an all-ghosts town.

Still  uncertain - and hopeful to avoid disappointment - Candice stood and  waited on the track, shading her eyes as she glanced between both the  school, the locker room, and the parking lot continuing to thin out.  Aside from some late leavers heading to their cars, all she saw were,  again, cheerleading uniforms. Eventually, Candice had to accept defeat.  Maybe it was next Thursday? Or it got rescheduled? In any case, it  seemed clear there wasn’t going to be any tryouts that day. Well, while  she was out there, she could still take a few laps! It was such a lovely  day, it’d be a shame to waste it! Besides, it’d just put her in better  shape whenever it was finally time for the real deal! The moment of  gloom passed quickly, with Candice eagerly hopping onto the track and  beginning to stretch her hammies for a relaxing two-mile jog.

Candice  was in the middle of her stretches, however, when upon idly glancing  back towards the school, she saw two girls headed her way and waving.  They were both dressed in the same gym uniform as Candice - white  T-shirt with an etched outline of the school’s tiger mascot, and a pair  of neon-blue shorts that barely reached mid-thigh. The taller of the two  had very fair blonde hair neatly straightened to flow down her back -  and her shirt seemed a little too tight, Candice thought, judging from  how the fabric hugged her impressive chest - while the short one was  more of a dirty blonde, nearly brunette, whose mussed style stopped just  above her shoulders, and whose body seemed less overtly curvaceous.

Out  of reflex, Candice glanced over her shoulder, but there was no one else  around they could be waving to. Hurriedly, Candice returned the waves,  hoping she wasn’t waving too fast or her smile was too unsettling!  “H-hi! Hi! Are… are you here for track?” Candice hesitantly ventured.

Both  girls hopped up onto the track beside Candice. The shorter of the two  chuckled, nodding and holding out her hand. “Sure are. Name’s Carrie,  I’m the, um, the captain! And this is Hannah, our junior coach. Nice to  meet you!”

Relieved beyond words, Candice smiled wider and  accepted Carrie’s handshake. “Oh great, I was worried I had the wrong  date!” She laughed and Carrie did too. She smiled at Hannah too, but it  took a second to get one back - Hannah had been looking Carrie’s way  with a strange furrowed-brow stare. When she snapped out of it, though,  the smile she gave Candice seemed genuine!

Backing away from the  handshake, Candice casually glanced past the duo, but saw no one else.  “Will… Er- am I early? Will other people be here soon, then?”

Much to Candice’s surprised, Carrie shook her head. “This is it! Just gonna be us today!”

“R-really?…” Even her conscientious politeness didn’t stop the confusion from entering Candice’s face. “Just… just us?”

Though  Carrie chuckled and opened her mouth to reply, she was preempted by  Hannah stepping in front of her and chuckling louder. “Oh yeah, the  school’s trying some new one-on-one approach to tryouts. Really lets you  get intimately familiar with new faces, gives you a sense of what they  can handle on an… individual basis.”

Candice couldn’t help her  still-flummoxed expression. “…oh- Oh! Oh, okay…” This was a new concept  to Candice! Suddenly it felt like a lot more pressure…

Carrie  sidled up and stepped back in front of Hannah, her shoe making quite the  emphatic *slap* on the track’s surface. “Don’t sweat it, just think of  it as hanging out with your girls.” Carrie raised her eyebrows. “Since  you’re already limbered up, why don’t we jump right into a quick  exercise?”

Still pretty nervous, Candice nodded. “Um, s-sure! Yeah, let’s go!”

Carrie  smiled wider and gestured to the track, specifically where it curved  into the straightaway. “How about a race to the 100 meter line to show  us what you got?” Carrie nudged her shoulder into Hannah’s, not too hard  but enough to get a side-eye from the tall blonde. “Hannah here’s a  real pistol, one of the best in short-distance we got. You beat her,  your spot’s basically guaranteed. But let’s make things interesting: if  you lose, you have to play a game of ‘bare-all.’” She grinned. “How  about it?”

It sounded great to Candice! Truthfully, she was  better at short bursts of speed than endurance running, so this was  right in her wheelhouse! But what was the thing she had to play if she  lost? ‘Barrel?’ What was that? Well, Candice could figure that out later  - it was time to show them her stuff! “Y-yeah! Yeah, okay, let’s go!”

Quickly,  the ‘contestants’ took their positions at the starting line, Candice on  the inside lane and Hannah outside. Both girls lowered to a runner’s  start with their fingers just behind the line. Candice already felt  herself sweating! This was her moment! Just calm down; steady your  breathing, remember all the power comes from your quads, don’t lock your  knees… you can do this!

As Candice alternated between psyching  herself up and running down her mental checklist as she prepared for the  sprint, her focus became locked on Carrie as she walked before each of  the girls crouching in preparation. “Alright, pay close attention!” She  raised her voice like there was audience around them, sending shivers  down Candice’s arched back! “I will count down from three, two, one,  then go! You’ll both take off on ‘go,’ not before, y’hear? First one to  reach the 100 meter line and get back wins!” Candice felt an eager smile  break across her lips as Carrie spoke, so intensely focused she didn’t  even notice Hannah dexterously sliding her hand over and delicately  tugging Candice’s shoelace loose from its bow… then crossing it over its  mate…

“Alright,” Carrie called as she walked to the side of the  track with an arm raised like she was holding a racing flag, “you girls  ready? Three… two… one…” A dramatic beat. “GO!”

Immediately, Candice shot up like an uncoiled spring, launching forward with all her might…

…only  for her foot to abruptly catch! “WAAGGH!” Candice yelped as she pitched  forward and ungracefully belly-flopped right onto the track!

“…ow…”  Candice mumbled as she gingerly picked herself up. Her knees and elbows  felt terribly rough, like she’d used them to start a fire, and her  boobs ached from the hard impact, but mostly it was the surprise that  rattled her. What happened?! She tripped? On what?! Carefully, Candice  craned her neck around and quickly found the cause: her shoelaces had  been tied together! How’d that happen? Of course, there was only one way  that would happen… Candice’s heart fell through her stomach with any  remaining trace of hopefulness.

Upon that realization, Candice  looked forward again to see Hannah all the way down the track, not even  running, instead sashaying with an exaggerated swing in her ample hips.  Once she reached the 100-meter line, she spun around like a model on a  runway, with an expression three times as smug, and made her walk back.  The whole time, Carrie watched on, doing a very poor job of stifling her  giggles. Finally, Hannah returned to the starting line, shrouding  Candice in her supercilious shadow. “Looks like I win,” the tall blonde  drawled.

“H-hey! Th-that wasn’t fair!” Candice sat up, rubbing her knees. “You- you tricked me! Why… why did you do that?!”

“Looked  like a good, clean race to me,” Carrie chimed in, taking a place next  to Hannah and darkening the shadow cast over a dismayed Candice. Carrie  made disapproving clicking noises with her tongue. “Them’s the breaks,  babe. Time to play.”

As Hannah started walking around her with an  unsettling grin, something in Candice’s scattered mind clicked, and her  dismay turned to dread! It wasn’t ‘barrel’ they wanted her to play for  losing! It was BARE-ALL! “Wait, that wasn’t-“

Before Candice  could protest any further, Carrie lunged! Before Candice could even  realize, the front of her gym shirt was knotted around both of Carrie’s  fists, while Hannah grabbed the back! “Kyaaah!” Against the two, Candice  was helpless to do anything but yelp as the blondes roughly hoisted  Candice’s shirt up and off her body!

Candice’s startled breath  caught in her throat as the fabric passed up and over her face and  skewed her glasses, but still the moment passed in perfect, horrific  clarity! As her shirt was lifted off her body, Candice watched,  stupefied, as in one collective motions her bosoms heaved up before  bouncing into broad daylight, barely contained by a bra decorated with  rich red lace!

Carrie and Hannah erupted into mocking laughter,  while Candice yelped and threw both hands over her cleavage. “H-hey!”  She tried to sound defiant, but the embarrassment of the exposure and  the volume of the bullies’ laughter got to Candice and made her voice  crack!

The blondes were beside themselves with laughter! Carrie  doubled over and pointed. “A red lace bra? Who wears THAT for track  tryouts?!” Carrie cackled before straightening with a clap of her hands.  “Ohmigod, I just HAVE to know if she matches!”

Candice nearly  turned as deep a ruby red as her undergarments! It was the only set she  had left since doing laundry, and she CERTAINLY hadn’t expected anyone  to see them! But then the second half of Carrie’s taunt finally sank in!

“Wha-  WAH!” Hugging her chest, Candice quickly tried to scramble to her feet  and run, only for Hannah to stick out her foot and trip her over again!  “Oof!” Candice groaned as she landed hard on all fours! Hurriedly, she  tried to stand back up, only for Hannah to keep her held down with both  hands on her back! Despite her attempts to worm away, Candice was  helpless to do any more than squeal and plead as Carrie strolled around  to her rear end - sticking out and shaking back and forth in  desperation! - and deviously built suspense by slipping her manicured  fingers one by one under the waistband of Candice’s gym shorts. Once all  ten digits were wrapped firmly around, Carrie paused a moment, savoring  Candice’s moment of confused relief - as evidenced by her shapely  behind slowing in its shakes - before whisking the shorts down with one  fluid motion, down the dork’s thighs and right under her knees and off  her legs entirely! Satisfied, Carrie casually tossed the shorts off the  the side and wolf-whistled, as Hannah backed away from holding down  Candice, allowing the dork to sit back up on her knees, shaking with  embarrassment the whole time! Sure enough, hugging her hips: bright red  lace, with the tag sticking up out of the back! Even sexier than the top  half, each bully thought to themselves; at least the bra wasn’t exactly  skimpy! Either the panties were run a half mile up the dork’s keister,  or she was rocking a half-thong style that left the bottoms of her butt  cheeks unhidden! Laughter resumed as the bullies drank in the whole  picture of the undressed dork in her sexy red underwear!

Candice,  on the other hand, was rooted to the spot, trembling and terrified! She  was outside in nothing but her underwear - the one set she never wanted  anyone to see, no less! Over half of her breasts jiggled out the top of  the bra, and her panties barely hid anything down south! This was so  humiliating! She threw her whole right arm over her cleavage, and even  though it was technically covered up, she still named her other hand  down between her legs over her crotch to try and cover as much of  herself as she could from the leering eyes of these girls she thought  would be friends! “G-give- give me…” Candice could barely form words in  her panicked state! “Give… give me back my clothes!”

“Oh my God!”  Hannah ignored her. “What sexy underwear to wear! For practice?!” She  knelt down on Candice’s side, who hugged herself tighter and recoiled,  though she was too scared to do more! Wickedly grinning, Hannah extended  a forefinger and tauntingly slid it along Candice’s thigh, under the  thin leg hole before stretching the fabric away from Candice’s skin!  Candice whimpered and stared through half-closed eyes as Hannah teased  the fabric back and forth oh so gently, not far enough to catch any  glimpses at that special place Candice’s hand kept locked out of sight,  but hard enough to see some of the fabric dig a little deeper into that  place and make the corners of Candice’s mouth tremble! “If I didn’t know  any better,” Hannah cooed as she wrapped the fabric around her finger  and smirked at the way Candice’s face became redder in an instant, “I’d  think you’d been hoping for this…”

“…guh… gah…” Candice  stammered, flummoxed both by Hannah’s words and her getting so intimate  with her underwear! As Hannah twirled her finger to wrap the panties  tighter around it, and thus make the pressure down low build that little  bit more, Candice finally got the thought to react and lifted her arm  off her boobs to try and push Hannah back before things got worse!

But  the second Candice moved her arm, Carrie moved in for the attack! She  latched herself against Candice’s back and swooped her arms beneath the  dork’s armpits, reaching around to her front and grabbing her breasts!  “Gah!” Gripping each bosom with the whole of her hands, Carrie gently  lifted them up and down, slowly rotating them away from each other,  every few seconds giving a firm squeeze that punctuated Candice’s  embarrassed stammering with a shocked gasp! Hannah began tugging harder  on her panties, while Carrie rolled her body right up against Candice’s  back over and over like a slow, sensual wave! One of the bullies joked  about her turning redder than her underwear, but it was all fuzzy in  Candice’s flustered head! Between Hannah playing with her panties and  Carrie fondling her boobs, what kind of practical joke was THIS?! This  was… oh God what WAS this?!

“These are SO big! They’re  practically jumping out of here!” Carrie abruptly shoved both of  Candice’s boobs up at once and squeaked in a high, sultry pitch mere  inches from Candice’s ear. “‘Let us out! Let us out!’ How on earth did a  stupid nerd like yourself,” Carrie added in her normal register as she  squeezed harder, “end up with a rack like THIS? Or an ass like THAT?”  Carefully, elated with Candice’s humiliated, involuntary moans that  weren’t as quiet as she thought, Carrie lifted a hand off a lacy breast  and slid it behind Candice’s back. An idle finger followed the curve of  Candice’s spine alllll the way down to where it was buried past her  panties’ waistband. Just an inch, barely the tip of Carrie’s finger  sliding beneath the fabric, Carrie could feel the muscles in Candice’s  back tense even tighter! She let her finger linger a moment, wiggling it  tauntingly at the tippy top of the nerd’s butt crack, just enough to  get her to squirm faster, before switching directions and walking her  fingers back up and up, up the length of Candice’s back. Upon soon  reaching the clasp of Candice’s bra, Carrie paused again for effect,  before undoing the clasp in a single swift motion! “Oops.” Not even  coming close to pretending it was an accident.

“KYAH!” As soon as  Candice felt the clasp slip and the security around her chest loosen,  she quickly folded her arms to keep her bra from slipping off her  breasts and revealing more than an extra quarter-inch of cleavage!  Instinctively, Candice reached back with one arm to secure the bra’s  broken clasp, but was stopped by Hannah catching her wrist. “H-hey!  Stop!” Candice whined. “I’m gonna be naked soon!”

Hannah dropped  Candice’s arm, then let the stretched waistband curled around her other  fingers snap back around Candice’s hips to get her to yelp again. Then  she chuckled once, loud and haughty. “It took you this long to figure  out that’s the whole point?”

What little air was left in  Candice’s lungs left at that. It wasn’t so much the surprise, more so  that not even a single shred of deluded doubt was left about it.  Lightheaded and helpless, Candice crossed both arms over her chest.  “Well, just do it already! Why are you doing this?!”

“What’s your  rush, cutie?” Carrie’s voice right in her ear made Candice jump again.  “You’re not trying to skip practice, are you?” Carrie’s face was right  beside Candice’s, practically cheek-to-cheek, and the warmth of her  whispering and insistence on keeping her body pressed against Candice’s  was making the undressed dork obviously squirm, much to Carrie’s  continued amusement. “All we’ve done is warm up.” Ten fingers delicately  sliding down the back of Candice’s panties tickled a new panic into  her. “Time for a *real* exercise!” Before Candice could sputter another  plea, Carrie shot to her feet and jerked Candice’s underwear as high as  she could!

“WAAAAAGGH!” Candice squealed and collapsed to  all-fours as her red lacy undies were hoisted skyward! Carrie pulled and  pulled, the lacy fabric sawing and burrowing deeper between Candice’s  bubble butt cheeks and further up her private parts, as Candice  practically bounced on bent-inward knees with her ass raised to the sky!  At first she flailed her arms to futilely attempt regaining composure,  but after the fourth powerful tug, Candice’s hands became uselessly  glued to the front of her panties pulling harder and harder up her  crotch! “GYAH! Ple-AGGGH!” It became like a game to Carrie, each pull  trying to top the last in all categories: power, making Candice yelp,  and getting those fat cheeks to bounce higher and higher, as the red  lace stretched higher and dug deeper with every pull!

“HA! Ha ha  h- hey!” Carrie’s laughter was interrupted by Hannah shoving her aside,  knocking Candice’s waistband out of her fingers and send it snapping  against back into the nerd’s hips so hard she winced. Carrie frowned.  “What gives?”

Hannah didn’t even look at her. “Move over, it’s my  turn.” Eagerly, Hannah reached down and gripped the stretched back of  Candice’s panties with both hands and a grin. “You wanna see how you  wedgie a dorky little nerd? I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Carrie’s  form was crude and simple: pull after pull. Hannah worked in bursts;  long pulls chased by two or three short tugs, regular but arrhythmic,  just enough to ensure Candice could never assume even the smallest  break.

It was working. “..ouuuugh…” Candice practically drooled  as her neck gave out and her face smushed sidelong on top of the track.  Her brain all the way to her toes felt like nothing but warm static!  Each upward pull against her upraised hips was like a shot through her  ability to think, shot after shot until Candice’s brain was well past  Swiss cheese and all she could do was hopelessly bounce between the  back-and-forth chafing along her ass crack and the other feeling  splitting her front! The pulls became so frequent it felt like a long  constant vibration against Candice’s underside, gradually becoming less  painful and more… oh God! The faintest remains of Candice’s conscious  thought recognized itself becoming clouded with arousal! She couldn’t be  seen like this… For a fleeting moment, Candice reached out with the  intention to crawl away, but another jerk against her crotch caused the  discomfort to spike, and her front half flopped back onto the track, as  Candice continued to gurgle, “…hmmmmghmm…”

The noise was like a  song to Hannah, who felt like a maestro watching a bright-red Candice go  limb in her grasp! “Aww, is our little kitten purring? Listen,” she  nudged Carrie harder than she meant to, knocking her off-balance again.

Though  angry for a moment, Carrie quickly righted herself and laughed along.  “Oh my god, she’s SO turned on right now! Our little wedgie slut!”  Carrie reached a single finger over to quickly strum the fabric so  stretched out from Candice’s upraised booty that it was barely a string,  in no way concealing her perfectly round cheeks and the heart shape  they made!

Suddenly, Hannah got an idea on how to step things up  even further. Like a carriage-driver cracking the reins, she quickly  jerked Candice’s unfathomably-stretched waistband hard to the side.  “…bluuhhh?” Candice groaned as her hips were thrown aside to crash down  atop the track. Instinctively - all according to Hannah’s plan - the  rest of Candice’s body followed the momentum, until Candice was lying  flat on her back. The relief of her ass crack finally having a rest had  only barely set in for a second, until once again Hannah’s shadow washed  over her.

Hannah leered down at Candice just until the nerd made  eye contact, then flipped her stance to instead face down Candice’s  legs. Before Candice could muster the strength to properly pick herself  up, Hannah quickly bent at the knees - briefly filling Candice’s sight  with nothing but her big, bright blue butt - and wrapped her fingers  around the front of Candice’s red lace panties. There was a dramatic  pause, calculated on Hannah’s end to be long enough for Candice to  realize in horror what was to come next, before Hannah jerked Candice’s  panties upwards in a vicious frontal wedgie!

“..aaah…  ouuuaaAAAH!” Candice’s squeals renewed as all the discomfort shifted  more pointedly towards her pussy, as the fabric stretched deeper between  her lips! The flustered blonde collapsed flat on her back, her hips  hoisted up over and over with Hannah’s zealous pulls rubbing her crotch  raw! “oooUAGH! OOOHH!” Candice’s voice came back as sudden and sharp as  lightning! The sudden shift to pulling the opposite direction as before  set the trail already blazed on fire even worse than before, sending  pins and needles all the way down Candice’s limbs! But the pain was…  different… Something about the warm static feeling changed, something  buried in it starting to boil through, or blossom even. A cold shudder  ran up the length of Candice’s body, hardly the first but who knows how  many would follow before… before… “Gah!” Candice gasped louder, a  mounting desperation giving her enough energy to croak out, “Pl… please…  stop, I… no more… stop, or I’ll…”

But her feeble pleas were  drowned out under the laughter of her bullies, and what little they did  hear only made them laugh harder! “Oh my God!” Carrie bent down to watch  closer as Hannah’s impassioned pulls stretched the fabric to the point  of audible fraying between Candice’s labes. What was left of the fabric  was darker than it’d been before, no doubt catching some of the seepage  starting to shimmer down her inner thighs. Carrie began gently brushing  her finger along Candice’s leg to make her gasp. “Just when you think  she’s as slutty as she can get, she keeps going!”

Hannah pulled  softly twice before jerking the underwear up harder than ever, which  succeeded in her goal at making Candice spasm and getting Carrie to back  off a bit. “Wanna bet? Go grab a tennis racquet from the shed, let’s  get some grid-marks on her big fat ass!”

Keeping collected,  Carrie picked herself up and went back to pacing like an artist admiring  a gallery. “Nah, screw that, where’s your phone? We gotta get some pics  before her fancy panties rip!”

Pictures?! No no NO! Oh God, if  ANYONE at school saw her like this… and her panties… Beneath heavy fogs  of pain and what she *refused* to think of as pleasure, Candice could  sense the tears forming in the fabric. I… my panties… Candice could  barely form a coherent thought as Hannah kept jerking the straining  fabric deeper into her privates like shotgun blasts of that hot blossomy  feeling through her hips! Her vision suddenly got blurry, the electric  blue of Hannah’s shorts overhead melting into the sky… It wouldn’t be  long before Candice and her underwear *both* gave out! I… I have to…  something… Acting on only a vague notion of escape, Candice stretched  her arm up to grab onto something, to find someone to help her before…  before…

One last good hard pull knocked the air clean out of  Candice’s lungs and practically paralyzed her an inch away from the cold  shudder that would finish the job. All her energy spent, Candice’s  outstretched hand fell back to the track…

…only to find Hannah’s  gym shorts on the way down. Purely on instinct, Candice’s listless  fingers closed, and her arm fell to the ground, taking Hannah’s shorts  down with it!

“Huh- WHAT?” Hannah didn’t notice her shorts  lowering until she noticed a cold breeze across her thighs, and by then  she only looked down in time to see the bright blue fabric pool in a  heap around her sneakers! And if they were down there… The cool breeze  grazed her higher than her thighs… In disbelief, her eyes traveled up  the length of her own smooth, pale legs, until she remembered the  horrible truth: she hadn’t worn any underpants that day! With her shorts  around her ankles, Hannah was left totally nude from the waist down!  “AHHH!”

Carrie laughed loudly and pointed at Hannah’s now-public  privates! “Hahaha! Going commando, huh? She sure got you! Wait…” She  leaned in for a closer look at Hannah’s pussy. “No tan lines? Hannah,  you naughty girl, what have you been up to?!”

Hannah’s face  burned redder than a bad sunburn. “S-s-shut up! Stop looking!” Hannah  let go of Candice’s undies and tried to cover herself by pulling down  her shirt, which was much too short to reach that far south - all Hannah  succeeded in doing was riding up the back of her shirt even higher,  ensuring nary a quiver of her plump, toned butt cheeks went covered. She  kept trying to cover herself, though, flustered in humiliated rage that  Carrie made cackle even harder!

“…ggg… gwuh?…” Candice slowly  shook out of her aroused stupor. It took a good few seconds to process  everything going on - her crotch was still buzzing but her panties  weren’t being pulled… Carrie was laughing… Hannah’s naked ass hovering  above her face?! But where’d her shorts… Candice’s thought trailed off  as her gaze tracked all the way down Hannah’s smooth legs, to the bright  blue fabric around her ankles… and Candice’s own hand on the waistband!  Did… did SHE do that?! “…oh… uh oh…” Panic-fueled adrenaline kicked  through Candice’s mushy senses and got her to do the thing she’d been  screaming at herself to do this whole horrible ordeal: RUN!

Naturally,  Hannah was quick to notice the half-naked dork escaping from under her  legs. “Where do you think you’re going, Candice?” Just barely missing  grabbing her legs as she scurried free, Hannah spun around and reached  to snare her, only managing to wrap her fingers around Candice’s undone  bra strap! With a single pull, Candice was twisted all the way around,  until the undergarment was yanked clean off her torso!

“AAAH!”  Candice squealed! She didn’t even have to look down - she was almost  afraid to, like if she didn’t look it wouldn’t be real! But it had  happened, and there was no mistaking the feeling of all the support  around her chest vanishing: her bra was gone, and Candice was totally  topless! The power of the pull sent her melons springing madly into the  sunlight, as a cool breeze caressed them and got her petunia-pink  nipples to puff up slightly! But no time to freak out! Securing her  chest with both arms, Candice took off sprinting away from her waking  nightmare!

“CANDICE! Get back here, you DORK!” Hannah threw down  the stolen brassiere and made to rush after her prey! Her first steps  were stopped by Carrie, however, who pointedly stomped a foot down in  the middle of Hannah’s fallen shorts, causing them to catch around the  blonde’s ankles and sending her tumbling to the ground! “ACK!” Hannah  landed hard on the track, chest-first, with her naked butt upraised and  her privates aimed right at Carrie! Growling and inadvertently blushing  redder, Hannah craned her neck around and snarled at her friend,  “Carrie! What the hell, you bitch?”

Carrie continued to snicker  at Hannah’s indecent presentation, especially at how the impact sent a  mighty tremble across Hannah’s spread ass cheeks! “Pffffft! Ha! Sorry  doll, I couldn’t resist getting a better view! Ha ha!”

The humor  was short-lived, however. The next moment Carrie opened her eyes, Hannah  was looming just a foot away, with her shorts pulled up and a fire in  her eyes the like of which Carrie had never seen before! All the  laughter dried up in an instant, and Carrie turned white as wool as  Hannah stalked closer.

“Eep!”

—

“Come on come on  come on come on come ON!” Candice chanted over and over under her breath  as the door handle to the locker room refused to budge! It was for  security reasons, of course, the door locking from the outside, but  right then it was only serving to keep a student closer TO danger!

Candice  kept trying! If she couldn’t get in that way, she’d have to go all the  way around to the front of the school, and there wasn’t a CHANCE she was  about to make that run in only a pair of panties and sneakers!  “H-hello!” Candice became desperate enough to call out. “HELLO?  SOMEONE?! Please, open the door! PLEASE!” They’re gonna make me naked,  she almost added before all the humiliation of the past twenty minutes  or so washed back over her and kept her quiet. Maybe there was still a  chance no one had to know? Still, Candice kept pulling the handle and  banging on the door so hard her bare breasts loudly slapped up and down  with the effort, all the while wailing for someone, anyone, please open  the door…

**

Laughter echoed off the locker room walls, as  the last few cheerleaders trickled in from practice. Though out of  season, tryouts had been held for the team captain, a necessary election  before summer started with the usual warm-up camps and programs. It was  a position with plenty of panache; more than a dozen squad members had  performed to vie for the spot. Among the crowd crept none other than  Emma, the cherry-dyed redhead from one of the richest families in the  county, maybe even the state! Typically this lent a certain assumption  of attention, but for the moment, Emma was content to sidle by unnoticed  by the rest of the team stripping down to their skivvies and making  goodnatured jabs at one another’s performances - and bodies. With about  as casual a gait as she could manage, Emma quickly turned on the ball of  her foot, hiding the motion of her dropping something into the trash  bin with a louder ’splat’ than she’d been hoping for.

Luckily, no  one seemed to notice her, not until she sashayed away from the trash  bin with a wry smile, finally ready for the attention. “Hey, there’s  Little Red Trust Fund,” Sally called out in a mocking voice, bringing  all the attention to the redhead. “Couldn’t even stick around to watch  me blow you out of the water?”

Emma barely blinked. “Oh, I saw.  And was that the routine you were supposed to be doing? I thought you  were doing ‘Flipper on Ice.’”

The girls around the locker room  giggled, and Sally broke into a smirk. “I like that. I’ll have to  remember that one for when I’m captain. Assuming bribes aren’t allowed  this year?”

Emma laughed once, only once. “Ha! At least I only  write checks I can cash. Stay in your lane, Sal,” she chided, to a  chorus of ‘ooooh’s from throughout the locker room! Emma was feeling too  fired up to take any shit like that! She’d just absolutely rocked her  tryout - she knew it, the rest of the team knew it! She was the only one  to not only make all the calls correctly, but landed every flip with  grace and style! She was practically a shoe-in to lead the team next  semester!

Of course, a good turn can’t deserve another, it seems.  As soon as Emma finished her routine, she returned aglow to her seat on  the bleachers, only to find out the hard way that someone had spilled  their iced tea or something all over it, over-sweetened and cold as  hell! Though Emma managed to react fast enough to save her skirt, her  underwear got soaked, and there wasn’t a chance she’d drive in undies  sopping with someone else’s drink! She’d played it cool best she could  and kept her skirt down to ensure no one passing by could see and assume  she messed herself, and, in that inconspicuous moment, she stealthily  shucked her undies down her legs and tossed them in the trash bin.  Whatever, Daddy’s account had plenty room for spares. Then it just  became a game of once again keeping her skirt lowered to hide her lack  of anything beneath - Emma usually walked with a flouncy air, which she  had to consciously downplay to keep her skirt from floating up and away  from her butt. Still, three years of practice finally paying off! She  was feeling good, more than deserving of a victory latte, and completely  oblivious to the frantic rattlings of the door handle she was reaching  for, and the plaintive cries of a desperate dork…

**

The  locker room door handle finally twisted between Candice’s hands and the  door abruptly swung inward with Candice still attached! “YEEP!” Candice  squeaked in surprise as she suddenly stumbled forward, unable to stop  herself from colliding headfirst with the girl coming outside! “WHOAAA!”

Emma’s  brain knew the whole thing was happening fast, but it was as if it had  to take things in one detail at a time, staggering out what was actually  one single second. First, the door was open, and there was someone on  the other side. Wait, it was someone she recognized… Hey, it was that  girl who’d shown up naked at the assembly a while back! And she was  still naked, apparently… No, she was topless, but she still had panties  on… although they rode so far up her junk she might as well have been  naked… And it was only after that the fact passed into Emma’s mind that  they were falling and she was going to land right on top of-

CRASH!

The  two girls landed hard on the grass, Emma on top of Candice, all tangled  up in each other! Thrashing, kicking, legs and other limbs interlocked  and twisted around, and it only got worse as each girl tried to push the  other away only for their hands to slip and make them fall all over  each other again! “AHHH!” Candice yelped as Emma’s face landed squarely  between her bare boobs, muffling the redhead’s curses and flustering  Candice even more than she already was! What’s more, Emma’s skirt flew  up in the fall, becoming stuck around her waist and held in place by her  and Candice’s bodies writhing against each other! Emma’s round pale  moon practically sparkled in the sunlight, with her kicking legs causing  not only each cheek wobble like wild with every bit of struggle, but  opening up glances of her pussy!

“Mmmmtphhth!” Emma felt the  cool breeze waft down her ass crack and screamed and shook her head,  doing nothing but motorboating Candice and causing her to slip and push  her flailing hands harder against Emma’s bod! The two girls’ bodies  churned against each other faster, their hips colliding over and over  and sending Candice further into a squealing tizzy!

All the  commotion quickly caught the attention of many of the cheerleading team  and summoned them outside the locker room. At the front of the crowd was  none other than Sally, who snorted and called over her shoulder, “Hey  girls, come quick! You gotta see this!” Soon the entire tryout team was  outside encircling the two, laughing at the spectacle of two  nearly-naked weirdos straddling each other in broad daylight! “Oh my  God!” Emma’s buttocks clapping and jiggling stole most of the attention!  “No freaking panties?! Did you try out like that?! How slutty!” “Oh  God, you can totally see her vag!” “Upset at not making the cut, so you  decided to scissor your girlfriend, here?” “Who even is that?” “Oh my  god, that’s the exhibitionist girl! And she’s naked again!” “No, she’s  got a thong on or something! But that’s IT?! What a perv!” Comments came  left and right and were chased by laughter getting louder, as the other  cheerleaders found their way of the locker room and into the audience!

“Mmmthfhh!  MMPHH!” Sensing the rapid flashes of cameras all around her, Emma’s  efforts to push herself off the flailing dork doubled! As she pushed and  slipped and pushed and slipped she tried to swing her hips down and  drop her skirt back over her shame, but all she did was make it look  like she was humping Candice! The crowd surged louder in laughter, and  anyone who hadn’t been filming definitely started then! All the  thrashing and friction between the girls’ bodies, also, caused Emma’s  top to roll up her torso, in no time revealing her bare midriff, and  soon after rolling up over her breasts! Another failed attempt to stand  sent Emma slipping forward half a foot, and soon it was *her* bare boobs  smushed against *Candice’s* face! She’d been stunned into silence  before, so of course she only found her voice to protest right when it  was muffled by Emma’s knockers! Candice sputtered under Emma’s  wriggling, their bodies becoming slick with sweat to make them slip even  more!

“H-hey!” Her face freed from Candice’s Ds, Emma finally  was able to speak. “Stop! S-stop looking! Go away!” Of course, no one  listened. If anything, Emma’s more commanding position somehow became  even more provocative, leant further forward with her legs spreading  even further apart! Crackling with cheers and jeers alike, an emboldened  crowd began crouching down and zooming in to grab exceptionally  intimate pictures between the redhead’s legs, especially when she  inadvertently bucked her hips and stretched her ass cheeks further  apart! With the glimpses of her breasts as they dropped up and down on  Candice’s sputtering face, absolutely nothing was left to the  imagination, every inch of Emma’s secrets captured from every angle!  “Can’t wait to share THIS with the rest of the team!”

Suddenly it  was like the winds changed direction. A flash of cherry-red, and all of  a sudden the phones of every girl at the front of the crowd fell free  from their hands, to a chorus of confused “What?!”s, “Huh?”s, and other  sounds of surprise. Some merely clattered to the ground, but other were  swiftly cracked under a bright green gym shoe almost moving too fast to  see! The crowd looked on, dumbfounded and a little frightened, as Emma  turned to face them, her eyes almost seeming to glow brighter than her  hair. “Anyone else?” She growled in a low, furious tone. Those whose  phones were broken gathered the pieces and shouted about suing, while  those whose were still intact merely strolled away chuckling, calling  out promises to ’spread the show’ online.

The impotence of Emma’s  anger only made it hotter, as she watched the crowd disperse, and the  innumerable photos and videos going out of her reach! No no NO! This was  NOT what was supposed to happen! She’d looked like a total perverted  idiot! Slowly, seething, Emma turned to the dork responsible.

Candice  was picking herself up off the ground with one hand, while alternating  the other between brushing off her mouth (going ‘pltheh’ all the while)  and fixing her glasses skewed diagonally on her face. Once her vision  refocused and all she saw was a very irate redhead glaring at her,  Candice totally froze. “…uh… I… I didn’t…”

Emma didn’t wait for excuses. She growled like a panther preparing to pounce!

“EEK!” Without another word, Candice scrambled to her feet and took off the way she came!

—

“N-no! Hannah, I- I… I’m sorry! I didn- WAGH!”

Fuming  so heavily it was like smoke coming off her, Hannah rapidly advanced on  Carrie as she futilely plead, before Hannah reached and jerked Carrie’s  shorts down to the ground in one vindictive pull, with so much force  the apologetic dirty blonde tumbled butt-first onto the track! “Ow!”  Instinctively, Carrie flipped over onto all fours to try and scurry away  - shorts snagged around her ankles and white panties bright across her  upraised cheeks - only to crawl straight into Hannah, who’d promptly  darted right in her path! Under a shadow that seemed darker than it’d  been over Candice, Carrie gulped and stammered, “H-Hannah, I r-really  didn’t… I- I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay!!! I was just-“

But it was  too late for ‘sorry’s. With a growl, Hannah reached over Carrie’s head  and gripped the back of her underpants with both hands. “Hannah!” Carrie  voice jumped up a whole octave! “I’m sorrYYYYYYY!” Carrie’s plea became  a wail, as Hannah pulled up for a massive wedgie! “EEEEEK!” Carrie  cried out as her underwear dug a mile up her ass and stretched hard into  her privates!

Hannah pulled and pulled without mercy, yanking  her friend’s panties high and hard, almost all the way to her chest!  “AH! OW! My ASS, OW!!” Each pull stretched the undies tighter inside  private places and lifted Carrie’s butt higher into the air, forcing her  into a crumpled downward dog position! Her upper body was almost  entirely upside-down, causing her shirt to slip down and her bare boobs  to flop into her face as Hannah’s pulls bounced her up and down, forcing  her underwear deeper and deeper! “Ahh! AHHH!” Carrie’s yelps got louder  as Hannah pulled harder and harder and made her ass crack burn hotter  and hotter! Tremors of discomfort resonated through her whole body,  originating from between her legs where the feeling was at its worst!

Still  pulling, Hannah walked around to pull from behind. “You like that?”  Hannah taunted as she practically threw her whole back into a powerful  upward heave so hard it’s a wonder the strained fabric didn’t tear! “You  like it that hard? And here I thought Candice was a slut!”

“AHH!  Hannah- AHH!” Carrie tried to pick herself off the ground, but squeaked  as all the heave burrowed her panties even deeper up her crotch! Her  round ass was pulled ever higher, her bare breasts scraping along the  track! “N-no! Please, p-please Hannah, stop! I- I’m sorry!”

“Oh,  you *don’t* like it?” Hannah pulled up even harder than before.  “Should’ve thought about that before you crossed me!” Again and again,  Hannah pulled harder, with the intent to top herself every time!  Carrie’s panties were barely a thread between her crevices, burrowed so  deep up her chafed-red crack and crotch!

“NO! AHH!” The  discomfort rocked Carrie’s body in waves as Hannah sawed and shredded  her ass! And her throbbing pussy… Carrie’s knees started unconsciously  trending in on each other, and Hannah noticed with wicked delight the  way the sunlight started shimmering down her prey’s inner thighs!  “Hannah!” Carrie’s toes curled inside her sneakers and she reached out a  hand like she could escape. “Stop! PLEASE! I’m gonna… I- I might…”  Another wave of pain came colder than before…

Suddenly, Hannah  pulled Carrie’s underwear not further up her underside, but instead down  her legs! Hannah whisked both the panties and the shorts clean over  Carrie’s shoes and off her body, throwing them to the side of the track  and, in a moment, rendering the girl naked from the waist down!

“w…wha…  OOF!” Before Carrie could full process the relieving breeze along her  bare butt, however, the wind was knocked out of her by Hannah dropping  onto her back. Carrie tried to twist around and buck her off to no  avail! Hannah was straddling Carrie’s back, and, with her knees locked  around her sides, Carrie was trapped in place!

“I’m not satisfied  as you evidently are,” Hannah intoned, sparing another glance at the  wetness glistening down Carrie’s legs. “I don’t think you quite the  point of today’s exercise.” Though Carrie couldn’t look behind and see  what Hannah was doing, she did she the tall blonde’s shadow suddenly  become taller, and in a second understood why: Hannah had raised a hand  up high. “Don’t. Fuck. With. Me.”

On the last icy syllable, Hannah swung her hand down and spanked Carrie’s bare vulnerable ass! SMACK!

“YAAAGH!”  Carrie yelped, and again as Hannah rocked her friend’s supple ass  cheeks with open-palmed smack after smack! “YOW! STOP! KYAAH!” Hannah  was relentless, putting all her might into every swat against her  friend’s naked rear! Soon, Carrie’s booty matched the flustered red  blush of her face! Whack! Smack! Hannah grinned seeing all the distinct  marks of her handprints practically glowing across Carrie’s butt!

“YAHH!”  Carrie yelled in pain of her beleaguered booty, but as she did, the  humiliation started losing its grip, and a new feeling swelled up with  every hand against her backside: anger. “NO!” Carrie suddenly shrieked.  “Get OFF ME!”

“Wha?” The outburst genuinely took Hannah by  surprise. That one moment of pause, however, was enough for Carrie to  once again try and buck Hannah off her back, and this time succeed.  “Huh?!” Hannah fell forward and caught herself with her hands as Carrie  wormed out from under her and scrambled to her feet. “Hey!” Hannah  barked as she stood and turned to face Carrie. “Where do you think  you’re going, you little-“

“NO!” Carrie shrieked again. She’d  clambered onto her feet and was poised to run. Although her shirt was  still rolled up around her collarbone, leaving her boobies out for all  to see, her hands were instead gripping her sore butt cheeks. “I’m done  with this! You and me, we’re over, you hear me you bitch! Ugh!” And then  Carrie took off in a huff towards the locker room, still holding her  butt and cussing at Hannah!

Hannah was quick to pursue. “We’re  not done until *I* say so!” Hannah roared and took off after Carrie. The  gall on that loser! She was gonna make that skank pay even worse, mark  her words!

__

“Get back here you DORK!”

Candice  pumped her arms like crazy, her bare breasts slapping back and forth!  She had no idea who the girl chasing her was - all she knew was that  things had gotten way, way worse than they’re already been! Candice was  running like her life depended on it! “I- I’m sorry!”

Emma raced a  few lengths behind, her top pulled back down and her red hair trailing  on the wind like a banner of war. “I’m gonna get you so bad!”

Flight-or-fight  was pushing Candice to a speed she’d never reached before! “It- it’s  not my fault!” She cried over her shoulder and saw Emma closing in at  arm’s reach! “Please! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry!” She was so preoccupied  looking behind herself, however, she was totally oblivious to Carrie  coming the opposite way down the track! The latter was streaking with no  pants and her boobs out, also too busy looking back at her own gaining  pursuer, both girls unaware they were sprinting right at each other!

CRASH!

Candice  and Carrie collided hard and went down on the sun-soaked track, with  Candice landing on her back and Carrie, dazed from the impact, slumping  on top of her! Groaning and muttering, Candice looked around and pieced  together what had happened, difficult as it was - in the fall she’d lost  her glasses and wasn’t sure where they’d gotten to. Hurriedly, Candice  slid her elbows under herself and pushed herself up to sitting, hoping  Carrie would roll right off. But that’s not what happened…

“GYAH!”  Candice yelped! Carrie’s face had been resting on her midriff! When  Candice tried to sit up, Carrie’s head slid down and landed squarely  into her lap! Though Candice’s panties were still on, the fabric was  stretched until it was barely there, and Carrie’s hot breath gusted  right through to tickle her private parts!

“OH! Oh God…” Candice  gasped and slipped trying to pick herself up, accidentally bouncing  Carrie’s head on her lap so her mouth more directly lay over her crotch!  The cold staticky shudders restarted in hyperdrive through Candice’s  hips and through her body! Still foggy from the fall, Carrie tried and  failed to pick herself up, only managing to push her face deeper into  Candice! Carrie groaned in confusion right against Candice’s pussy, a  long sustained ‘note’ that dropped Candice’s jaw! “Nyaah! D-don’t… Oh!”  Candice felt herself squirming in place, cold all over except for the  heat in her face, and the heat in her… in her… “Get up, get UP!” Candice  plead in desperation! If she didn’t get up soon, Candice felt like-

A  sudden jolt tore through Candice’s nerves. In a last-ditch effort, she  grabbed Carrie’s shoulders and shoved hard, sending her sprawling onto  the grass beside the track with a dizzy groan. Candice fell trembling  onto the track with her back arched, as she knotted and unknotted fists  by her hips, begging and pleading with herself that no, not there,  anything but that and anywhere but there, but it was past the point of  no return. “…aaaaannnhhhh…” Candice failed to suppress the moan from  leaking past her lips. Her back straightened and fell but her hips  twitched back and forth on their own, as her chest heaved up and down in  a pattern of long sighs. It was like a cool rush of air breezing down  the length of her body that put out a great fire, save for a few embers  smoldering… oh… oh no… she was too late… All she could do was grit her  teeth, close her eyes, and pray like crazy those cheerleaders hadn’t  followed to take more pictures, as her hips twitched once more before  finally going still…

Candice didn’t open her eyes until a few  moments later, when a shade too dark to ignore blanketed her, the shade  coming from two bodies this time. Both Emma and Hannah towered over the  quivering dork with their arms folded and eyes alight in anger. What’s  more, Candice’s supine position in the grass gave her a clean view up  both up Emma’s skirt and the leg holes of Hannah’s shorts, for an eyeful  of both of their vulvas - somehow seeing them only made the girls more  intimidating…

“End of the line,” Emma snipped down at her  disheveled prey. Despite having just chased her down, Emma showed no  signs of being winded, which terrified Candice even more! “You think you  can just do what you did and run off, just like that?”

Candice  stared up in utter helplessness, mouth glued shut out of embarrassment!  Suddenly, even though she’d just been panting for breath, Candice once  again felt like she had no air left!

Emma glowered and opened her  mouth like she had more to threaten, only for Hannah to take a step  closer and speak with an accusatory finger pointed. “This dork has been  nothing but trouble all day. She made quite the mess of our track  practice, too!”

The two bullies shared a side-eyed smirk. They  recognized each other only vaguely from cheerleading, but in that  moment, it was like their minds were one and the same. “Then I think,”  Emma drawled, “I think that this calls for some kind of punishment…  wouldn’t you say?”

Hannah’s smile widened. “Indeed. And while  we’re at it…” Hannah gestured with her head to Carrie, still lying dazed  and pantsless in the nearby grass. “This one could use a lesson too.”

Emma  nodded. “The more the merrier!” And so the two reached their hands down  to grab Candice, who remained petrified to the spot! It didn’t seem  real! It was like a waking nightmare that just wouldn’t END! And like a  nightmare, Candice was powerless to do anything but watch in dread as  the hands closed in around her one more time…

*To be continued…*