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nothing—nothing other than take it all in. It was worse than the
movie. Much, much worse. As she underwent her massive humiliation,
the words kept going through her mind over and over: I’m bare-pussy! I’m bare-pussy! I’m
bare-pussy!
    Without warning, Hildy
heard an unearthly scream break through the raucous crowd noises.
Even more disturbing to Hildy, that scream was coming out of her.
She couldn’t help herself. The sound that forced its way from the
pit of her stomach, past her tonsils, and out her gaping mouth was
a long, loud, undeniably crowd pleasing “Whoah-oh-ooooooooooh-oh-oh-aaah-aaaaahhh!!!”
    Hildy kept right on
screaming, one long holler after another. She had no control over
it. She couldn’t stop. The screams just kept coming. Tears rolled
down her face. She was sobbing, much to the delight of the crowd
that must have recognized the wonderful irony. This girl had chosen
to take off every stitch she had on in order to be naked in front
of her classmates, and now she cried about it. She was undergoing
the most incredible humiliation imaginable, and she brought it all
on herself.
    It was all being captured
on video, including the video camera that had earlier been in the
back of the Assembly Hall and now had its red eye trained on the
screaming naked girl. The crowd loved it. They howled and egged on
more.
    “ Way to let it all hang
out, Hildy!”
    “ Love your
outfit!”
    “ Just didn’t have a thing
to wear?”
    Hildy was still in the
midst of screaming when an unmistakable sensation began to make its
presence known in her groin. She knew what this meant. She had
masturbated so many times to the fantasy of being naked in public
that she was now having an automatic reaction. If possible, Hildy
felt her eyelids stretch even wider. She involuntarily spread her
legs farther apart, and she arched her pussy as high up as she was
able within the constraints of the tight hold her captors had on
her limbs. She couldn’t help herself. It was as though her pussy
had taken control of her body.
    “ Holy shit! She’s coming!”
announced a girl in the crowd.
    And indeed she did. Hildy
came in front of the whole school.
     
    “ Aaahhh!! Aaahhh!!
Aaaaaaaahhhhh!! ” she grunted. The sounds
were accompanied by the orgasm
faces she witnessed on herself in the
mirror the previous night. Now she was performing them for an
audience that would forever know Hildy Bowlers’ climatic face facial expression . The
scrunched up eyes. The “O” shaped mouth. The flared
nostrils.
    By the time the orgasm
subsided, Hildy felt as though she might pass out. She might have,
except that she was jostled back to her senses when her captors
lowered her a bit and turned her in the opposite
direction.
    “ What else?” moaned
Hildy.
    That’s when she saw two
big, jiggling tits and a wide-open, hairy pussy coming straight for
her. It was Dara being carried in by four of her own band of
captors.
    * * * *
    Of the streakers, Dara got
caught first. It was her terror filled scream that filled the
corridor earlier while Hildy still tried to escape. As with Hildy,
Dara’s captors had ripped off her paper bag and enjoyed fun-filled
play with the bare-ass girl in their grasp. They rushed her to a
place in the hallway where there was room for others to crowd
around and take a gander. The camera phones were out and snapping
away. Dara screamed for them to stop. They didn’t. Then came a
moment so humiliating that Dara felt she almost couldn’t tolerate
it—as if she had any choice. She saw between her outstretched,
parted thighs her own younger brother, Darren standing before her
with a camera phone aimed and ready.
    “ Don’t you dare!” shrieked
Dara. “Don’t you…!”
    It was too late. The giddy
Darren snapped a photo of his sister in the nude. He snapped some
more before being shoved aside by other eager
shutterbugs.
    No fucking way! the helpless girl cringed. Her own kid brother
now had pictures of her being carried naked