Part 30

Her skirt.

For some reason, Elise had clung to the hope that her last article of clothing would remain off-limits. Hadn’t she gone through enough?

Aside from exposing herself to not only Kaitlyn and her two friends, Elise had also been paraded around the common room for the whole suite of girls to see. She had been clamped; her bare breasts slapped, pinched, and groped. She had been given a false sexuality and, not only had she been too flustered and embarrassed to deny it, but she had basically proven it by moaning from a girl’s touch and making out with Anna to boot. Looking back, she had actually moaned into one of those kisses as well, thanks to how sensitive her breasts were to the touch at that point.

And, apparently being a ‘lesbian’ at an all girls’ school was just the tip of the iceberg. Because, thanks to the way Kaitlyn presented things, the small audience to her never-ending humiliation also believed that the collar, clamps, and handcuffs were all Elise’s possessions. Kaitlyn hadn’t been that far off the mark when she called Elise prudish earlier, and now everyone was going to think she was some kinky slut despite how she was actually a virgin. A straight virgin, rather than the promiscuous ‘lesbian’ the entire group of first-years now believed her to be.

And now, she had an impossible decision to make.

Consent to countless pictures being taken when the handcuffs left her in a state where she couldn’t cover her bare chest, or lose the rest of her modesty? Elise had been topless for so long that she was actually somewhat numb to the current reality. Everyone had already seen her, and felt her, and so much more. As long as she kept internally repeating Kaitlyn’s earlier ‘locker room’ justification, then her situation was slightly more bearable. Slightly.

But, unbeknownst to most of the girls in the room, Elise had been going commando for quite some time. Anna’s skirt had already threatened to ride up a number of times on her, but Elise was fairly certain she had managed to keep both her ass and her most private area concealed so far. Would she have the emotional stamina to concede the last article of clothing she was wearing?

If the half naked prefect dropped her skirt, there was nothing stopping Kaitlyn from changing her mind and allowing pictures anyway. But, on the other hand, there was also nothing stopping the smirking redhead from pulling the skirt down after a bunch of photos had been taken. Either way, Elise was totally at the mercy of the dorm’s ringleader. Handcuffed, and collared; adding to insult to injury, Elise actually had fewer possessions than when she first arrived.

While Elise stood frozen in indecision, quickly realizing this was a ‘no win’ situation, Kaitlyn was less patient. “What’s it going to be, Elise? Pictures, or skirt? Maybe Maya should get a few more slaps in while you decide.”

“NO.” Elise exclaimed. The single word of denial escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her poor boobs had already suffered through so much, and the mere suggestion of additional pain on her already sensitive and sore chest had managed to draw out an unintentionally spirited rejection. Praying that the abrupt attitude shift wouldn’t annoy the redhead who very much held the bound prefect’s fate in her hands, Elise quickly course-corrected. “I’m sorry. I mean, I’ve already decided . . .”

Elise wasn’t lying.

Considering that Kaitlyn could renege on her word either way, it was a no-brainer. If there was even the slightest chance it truly was an either/or situation, then Elise would rather be naked in front of ten girls than topless in front of hundreds with her half nudity immortalized forever as well.

“You sure?” Kaitlyn asked, “I’m sure Maya would love another round.”

“I would!” Maya exclaimed. She stood up from her spot on the edge of one of the sofas, eyeing Elise’s chest with an amused smile, “They’re such good targets. And not quite red enough, if you ask me.”

Elise was quick to speak up this time. She even remembered the unfair title, despite her haste to protect her chest from more abuse. “I’m sure, Miss Kaitlyn. I’ve decided. I-” Her voice caught in her throat for a moment. Thinking it was a lot easier than saying it, but Elise steeled herself for what was to come and pushed through the embarrassing phrase, “I’ll take off my skirt.”

Correcting her immediately, Kaitlyn said, “You want to take off your skirt?”

“Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” It had been established forever ago that going along with the reversed titles and ‘proper’ responses was the best way to keep things moving without additional punishments and sub-tasks being tacked on. “I want to take off my skirt.”

Elise couldn’t help but glance towards the short brunette standing off to the side. She half expected either Kaitlyn or Anna to point out that it wasn’t technically her skirt; or, more accurately, she wished one of them would mention it so the slutty length would be explained to the seven girls that didn’t know Elise was wearing the smaller girl’s outfit piece.

No such luck.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take it off, pet.”

The soon to be naked blonde blushed at the directness of Kaitlyn’s order, as well as the realization at how difficult the impending task was. Elise was still handcuffed. In order to get the skirt’s zipper undone, she had to shift in a manner similar to when immature teenage boys challenged a girl to touch her elbows behind her back. Except that was usually when a girl was clothed. Elise, on the other hand, blushed and cringed as her own movements caused her to inadvertently jut out her chest and shift her loose breasts once or twice.

Then, blushing even harder once she managed to get the zipper down and felt the formerly tight waistband suddenly loose around her, she took a deep breath and began working the plaid skirt past her hips.

Just a few more seconds, and the rest of the girls would realize she was totally bare underneath . . .

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