It's Just a Collar (New 7/18)

[Skylar21]

Jennifer is not very good at negotiating. She keeps coming out the loser.
It was so hot "watching" her cleaning Rachel's apartment.

[Executionus]

Gotta love Jennifer's ceaseless ability to make things worse for herself.

[Hooked6]

There is only so much you can do escalation-wise before the story goes off the rails or it becomes repetitive.

With all due respect, that depends on the creativity and talent of the author and the construction of the story. Just because a story is long doesn't mean it has or will "go off the rails." Just saying.

At any rate, glad to see there is more of this story on the horizon. Most enjoyable read so far!

Hooked6

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[MissAriel]

With all due respect, that depends on the creativity and talent of the author and the construction of the story. Just because a story is long doesn't mean it has or will "go off the rails." Just saying.

It was an explanation for why I choose to wrap things up. You're entitled to your preferences. With all due respect, I wasn't referring to 'long' stories, but rather the endless format specifically.

Gotta love Jennifer's ceaseless ability to make things worse for herself.

She is rather good at that.

[MissAriel]

Part 5

The oppressive humidity of the late afternoon practice hung heavy in the air. It was like a thick, suffocating blanket. The heavy weight of the atmosphere matched Jennifer’s feelings of dread. Was she really going to go through with this? As if she had a choice. Her stomach was tied in knots. Rachel just kept pushing her further and further. It was almost as if every task she did for Rachel escalated the situation rather than bringing it to a close.

But what could Jennifer do? Rachel was in charge. She’d been over this in her head a thousand times. Either she endured Rachel’s demands or she’d probably be expelled. She’d go down in infamy as the track star exhibitionist. No, she wouldn’t let things come to that. She couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in her parent’s eyes after being expelled. Especially not for that. She decided she would do what Rachel says. At least until she found a way to get the upper hand on her tormentor.

Jennifer still had trouble grasping how the original bet, a seemingly innocuous challenge, had quickly spiraled out of her control. Rachel, with her uncanny ability to push boundaries and her insatiable appetite for victory, had won, of course. She won again and again at each confrontation. She won the race, at the football field, at the apartment ‘cleaning’. Jennifer flushed crimson at the memory of each time she had been humiliated for Rachel’s entertainment. She was convinced Rachel had been joking about the apartment cleaning when she walked into her spotless apartment. How wrong she had been.

Now, standing outside the locker room door, her running shorts and tank top feeling like a uniform for her impending public humiliation, Jennifer took a shaky breath. She could still back out of practice today. She could say she wasn’t feeling well. Or there was a sudden family emergency. But she knew that Rachel would see right through the lie. And even if she didn’t, she would have to go to practice eventually. Her scholarship depended on it.

The metallic, tangy, yet familiar smell of the locker room assaulted Jennifer’s nostrils. While her teammates were getting changed for practice, Jennifer had come already dressed for track. Given her recent experiences, she didn’t feel particularly comfortable getting changed in front of other people anymore. And especially not in front of Rachel. She had seen enough as far as Jennifer was concerned.

Rachel caught Jennifer’s eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips. She was leaning back against a row of lockers, her powerful physique encased in tight-fitting dark blue shorts and a matching Nike sports bra, accentuating her full bust and toned arms. She had her hair down today, but other than that, she fit the profile of a serious athlete.



"Jennifer," Rachel purred, her voice a low alto that always seemed to vibrate with confidence. "You ready for practice? Unless you changed your mind, that is."

Jennifer’s cheeks ignited. "You know I wouldn't," she mumbled, trying to project an air of nonchalance that she herself didn’t quite believe.

Rachel pushed off the lockers, her movements fluid and confident as she approached Jennifer. The other girls, engrossed in their own conversations, barely glanced their way, a small mercy. "Good girl," Rachel said, her voice dropping, just for Jennifer’s ears. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the waistband of Jennifer’s shorts as she led her to a private changing stall. Rachel closed the door and Jennifer found herself once again alone with Rachel.

“Shorts,” Rachel said in a familiar tone.

Jennifer’s heart hammered against her ribs. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. The embarrassment was a physical weight pressing down on her. Rachel’s expectant gaze was unyielding. Slowly, hesitantly, Jennifer reached for the drawstring of her shorts. Her fingers trembled as she untied the laces and slid her shorts down her hips. She wore small, comfortable running briefs underneath, black and functional. Her legs, toned and slender, felt suddenly exposed, despite having roughly the same amount of coverage as before.

Rachel’s eyes lingered for a moment on Jennifer’s bare thighs, then moved higher. "Cute," she murmured, an almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. “Do you always wear briefs to practice?” Jennifer didn’t answer. Rachel reached into the pocket of her own shorts, withdrawing a small, sleek device. It was black, with a rounded, ergonomic shape. Jennifer’s held her breath. It was discreet.

“Panties,” Rachel said.

Jennifer took a deep breath and wrapped her thumbs around the elastic bands. This was fine. Nothing Rachel hadn’t seen before. The only difference being that a mere door separated her from the view of her incessantly chatting teammates. If they had any idea what they were doing... Jennifer trembled and slid her athletic briefs down.

"Turn around," Rachel instructed, her tone soft but firm.



Jennifer obeyed, her back to Rachel, her face burning. She could feel Rachel’s presence so close behind her, the warmth of her breath on the nape of her neck. Her stomach churned. A moment later, she felt a feather-light touch and a slight pressure between her legs, right against her clitoris. Jennifer gave an involuntarily, whispered gasp. She wanted to scream at Rachel, but she stayed silent. She didn’t want to draw any more attention to herself. She would have plenty of that later.

"Easy, flash," Rachel whispered, her fingers surprisingly gentle as she adjusted the device, making sure it was perfectly placed. The adhesive was surprisingly strong, securing the vibrator firmly against her. Combined with the tightness of her shorts and briefs, Jennifer was confident it wouldn’t fall out of place, which was great for Rachel, but not so much for her. It was small, no bigger than a thin tube of lipstick, but its presence was overwhelming. She could feel its smooth surface against her most sensitive flesh, a constant, low hum already beginning to thrum just beneath the surface of her skin.

“Can you turn it down? Please?” Jennifer asked desperately. It was already starting to affect her, draining the little focus that she had. She didn’t know how she was going to get through this practice. At least if it was turned down a notch or two, she could make it through without anyone noticing.

Rachel had a wide smile as Jennifer looked over her shoulder into Rachel’s warm, green eyes. “Oh honey, it’s not even on yet,” she teased.

Jennifer then felt her pants and underwear rustle as Rachel began pulling them up. As if she wasn’t capable of doing it herself. Yet Jennifer remained silent, embarrassed by the fact that she thought the vibrator was already on. Pick your battles, she thought.

"There we go," Rachel said, stepping back. "Perfect fit. Now just relax. We wouldn't want anyone to guess your little secret, would we?" Her voice had an amused cadence to it. Whereas Rachel the captain was stern but fair, a person that was willing to lend a sympathetic ear, a person that you could count on to help out in a difficult spot, Rachel in private was relentless with her seemingly-amicable-but-actually-demonic teasing. Unknown to Jennifer, this was new territory for Rachel, too, but she was beginning to like it.

Jennifer hastily tied her shorts, fumbling with the drawstring, but determined to at least have some agency; she would not let Rachel infantilize her so much as to tie the strings on her shorts. She felt a strange mixture of relief that the direct physical contact was over, and a surging, horrifying awareness that practice was about to begin. Every movement, every step, would be magnified. It was hard to think about anything except the awful device that was now tucked between her legs, though it remained silent for now.

“How do I turn it on?” Jennifer asked. While she was not exactly trying to help Rachel torment her, she figured she’d rather turn it on herself rather than let Rachel do it. A desire that was becoming more and more familiar as they spent more time with one another.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve got it covered,” Rachel replied. Jennifer looked like a deer in headlights as Rachel flipped her phone out of her pocket. Remote controlled. Of course. She was a devil. A succubus. Her cruelty knew no bounds. Yet Jennifer chided herself. Wasn’t it obvious? How else would you turn it on? Stupid girl, she thought.

Done with her task, Jennifer followed Rachel out of the locker room, her legs feeling strangely wobbly. As they headed onto the field, Jennifer thanked the universe for small blessings. Rachel had evidently forgotten about the stupid collar. Maybe she left it at home by accident. Or she’d lost it. Either way, she was glad she wouldn’t have to explain the whole Rachel’s pet thing.

The track was already a hive of activity. Her teammates stretched, jogged, chatted, their energy vibrant and unrestrained. Jennifer tried to blend in, to mimic their casual ease, but she felt like the unwanted device in her pants was like a beacon that someone might notice at any moment. Nevertheless, she joined the team for warm-ups, her movements stiff, her mind constantly aware of the hum that wasn't there, but felt like it was. Rachel, meanwhile, was having a great time, moving among the team, giving out advice and suggestions, her presence radiating authority.

As the team gathered at the starting line for Rachel’s usual pre-practice pep talk, Jennifer braced herself. Rachel clapped her hands, her voice booming across the track. "Alright, ladies, listen up!"

The chatter died down, all eyes on Rachel. "Today, we're doing something a little different. I've been thinking we need to spice things up, inject a little competitive spirit." She paused, her eyes sweeping over the team, lingering for a fraction of a second on Jennifer. "So, today, we're going to have a mock race. Four laps around the track. Standard 1,600-meter race."

A ripple of murmurs went through the crowd. Mock races were common, but Rachel usually announced them beforehand.

"And," Rachel continued, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "because I want you to take this seriously, I’m adding some incentives." A collective gasp. Incentives. This was unusual, sure, but it made sense in context. With the football team heading to the semi-finals, Rachel felt she had something to prove as captain of the track team. Everyone knew what a victory at regionals would mean for both her and the team. They needed to step it up if they were going to win glory for their school. "The winner gets to leave early. That’s right. No conditioning, no extra laps, no cool-down. I’ve got a $35 spa coupon with your name on it. Does that sound good to you guys?"

A cheer erupted. Going home early was a rare luxury. And a visit to the spa, as well?

"But," Rachel said, holding up a hand, pausing for dramatic effect, her eyes meeting with directly with Jennifer’s, the cheering crowd dying down immediately. "The loser gets a special prize. They have to wear this to practice. Every practice until regionals, that is." With a flourish, she produced a thin, black leather collar from behind her back. It was wide, sturdy, and emblazoned with bold, silver letters that spelled out: 'RACHEL'S PET'.

A wave of laughter and whoops erupted from the team. "Oh my God, Rachel!" Chloe shrieked. "That's amazing!"

Jennifer felt a fresh wave of mortification wash over her. It was worse than she could have imagined. Not only would she be wearing the vibrator, but now, if she lost, she’d be wearing that humiliating collar, too. Rachel hadn’t forgotten at all. This was no mock race. This was a punishment. Jennifer suddenly found herself regretting the night that she threw the collar in Rachel’s face. In some ways, it wouldn’t have been so bad to show up to practice and explain that she lost a stupid bet, but this? To be forced to wear it because she was the worst player on the team? A mock race that Rachel had obviously set her up to lose.

No, Jennifer decided. She was going to win. She wouldn't give Rachel the satisfaction. Not this time. It would take more than a tiny vibrator to bring her down. She stared directly into Rachel's eyes as if to say 'bring it'. Rachel would have to try harder if she thought a tiny piece of plastic was going to make HER lose a race.

Riley, one of the more outspoken and competitive girls on the team, a tall, muscular blonde with an infectious grin, clapped her hands together. "Wait, Rachel! That's good, but it could be better!"

Jennifer felt a chill go up her spine.

Rachel raised an eyebrow, a bemused grin on her face "Oh? What did you have in mind, Riley?"

"The loser," Riley announced, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "has to run a lap wearing ONLY the collar!"

The team erupted in a cacophony of surprised shouts, gasps, and renewed laughter. "Riley, no way!" "That's brutal!" "I love it!"

“Like the mystery streaker!” Chloe shouted.

“Haha, exactly,” Riley grinned.

Jennifer felt a cold dread seize her. Her mouth went dry. Not like the mystery streaker. Not again. Not here. "No!" she blurted out, her voice barely a whisper, but loud enough to cut through the chatter. The noise died down and Jennifer found herself at the center of attention, the gaze of her teammates all pointed directly at her, a scenario she had done her best up until this point to avoid. "Don’t you guys feel like that’s going a bit far? I mean, we – we already have an incentive to try our best..." Jennifer mumbled.

Rachel’s eyes, alight with triumph, found hers. "Worried you might lose, flash?" The team erupted into laughter. Everyone knew Jennifer had the best time trials. Obviously, there was no way Jennifer would lose. She was the best, after all.

"No!" Jennifer retorted, her cheeks burning. "Of course, I – I wouldn’t lose," Jennifer argued, defending her well-earned reputation. “I just think... you know... it’s... unnecessary? Isn’t it kind of mean to, like, do that?” Her words came out as embarrassed mumbles as she half-heartedly tried to avert the trainwreck coming directly her way. The team’s erupted into even more giggling.

“Quiet down,” Rachel shouted. “All right Jennifer, I hear ya. Calm down, guys. We’re all equal on this team. Jennifer, your concerns are valid.” The team shut up immediately. Rachel had a commanding presence. When she spoke, people listened. Jennifer sighed in relief. Maybe Rachel was on her side after all?

“Therefore, I'll leave it up to a vote. You guys make the call. All in favor of Riley's amendment?" Okay, maybe 'on her side' was optimistic.

A chorus of enthusiastic 'Ayes!' rang out, a sea of hands shooting up. Only Jennifer’s remained stubbornly by her side, clenched into fists. She was outnumbered, outvoted, and utterly, completely doomed. The laughter around her felt like a physical assault, a tide of humiliation threatening to drown her. Her protest had only served to draw more attention to her, to solidify her position as the prime candidate for the collar and the naked lap. Rachel gave her a sympathetic look. As she walked past, she whispered, "Hey, I tried. Democracy, right?"



Jennifer tried to regain her composure. On any other day, she would win, and this day shouldn’t be any different. She was the best and everyone knew it. But this wasn't any other day.

[Executionus]

The evil genius in charge manipulating things to make the Flash run faster and master the power of vibration in order to clean up the genius's mistakes? It's practically the plot of season 1 of the Flash show, only with 50% more boobies.

[MissAriel]

A/N:I've added some photos to the story for my own personal tastes. Not sure how people will feel about them, but I think they add a little fun to the mix. Hope you all enjoy the story.

Part 6

Rachel finished the countdown and the racers were off. Jennifer bolted down the track with an explosive start. Her legs thrust forward, a blur of motion, her arms swinging back and forth in a rhythmic pulse. She pushed, pushed, pushed, feeling the familiar burn in her lungs, the satisfying ache in her muscles. She was fast. Faster than they were without a doubt. She had a comfortable lead, leaving the rest of the pack trailing in her wake. As much as she wanted to go all out, she began to pace herself. There was no need to risk her leg cramping this time. She didn’t need to beat Rachel; she just had to beat the slowest player on the team.

Jennifer glanced briefly over her shoulder. Rachel was a strong rival, but not the fastest starter. She was in the middle of the pack. Her long strides had excellent form; an endurance racer, not a sprinter. Jennifer was sure that Rachel would catch up to her soon enough, but that wasn’t important. Riley, Kate, and Chloe were already behind Rachel. They were nothing compared to her.



Jennifer’s nervousness eased up. Rachel’s gambit had failed. She could win this easily. Perhaps she’d even treat herself to the spa.

Then, a subtle vibration.

It was faint at first, a gentle thrum against Jennifer’s intimate space, almost imperceptibly juxtaposed against her pounding feet and heart. But she felt it. She gasped, a tiny hitch in her breath. Rachel. She should have known. She was playing dirty. Jennifer took a deep breath and shook her head. She had to ignore it. Focus on the race. Focus on your breathing, she thought.

But then it intensified. Just a notch. A little stronger. The thrum became a definite buzz, a warm, insistent pressure that suddenly made her legs feel wobbly. She stumbled slightly, her stride faltering for but a moment.

But it was only a moment that Rachel needed. A red blur passed Jennifer. She was now in second place. Jennifer gritted her teeth, forcing herself to focus. It was going to take more than a tiny piece of plastic to take her down. Don't think about it. Just run.

The vibrator buzzed louder, a steady, demanding pulse. Jennifer could feel her core tightening, a strange warmth spreading through her lower belly. Her inner thighs clenched involuntarily. It was getting harder to breathe, harder to focus. Involuntary memories flooded her mind. Streaking down the football field. Undressing in front of Rachel. ‘Good girl’.

Jennifer’s nostrils flared as Riley passed her. Damn it.

Rachel was far ahead of the pack now, her breathing controlled, focused; her stride perfect. Jennifer risked a glance. Rachel was smirking, her phone in hand. Jennifer knew. She knew.

Another increase. This one was undeniable. The vibrator was now a low roar against her most sensitive flesh, a relentless, insistent pressure that sent shivers rocketing through her. Anxiety filled her mind. Could her teammates hear it? It was so... loud.

Jennifer’s vision blurred at the edges as Chloe and Kate passed her by. Her focus shattered. Her legs, once so powerful and responsive, felt strangely weak, almost jelly-like. She tried to push harder, to lengthen her stride, but her body resisted, almost as if were her enemy. More involuntary thoughts assaulted her mind. Cleaning Rachel’s apartment completely naked. Scrubbing her floors. You missed a spot. Reach up and get those top shelves. Don’t mind the stretch.

The race was a blur. Dana passed her. Jennifer surged forward fueled by desperate shame. She passed Dana. She couldn’t lose. It would be the ultimate humiliation. But she wasn’t entirely in control of the situation. The vibration was a constant, mind-numbing assault. Her entire body twitched with vibration, every nerve ending screaming in protest, her mind begging her to surrender to pleasure.

She was vaguely aware of cheers from the finish line, of shouts of encouragement, but they seemed so far away. All she could hear was the relentless buzzing of that abominable object attached to her pussy. The pressure kept building, building, building.

She was on the final lap. Her lungs burned, her muscles screamed, but it was the distracting buzz that was crippled her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her throat tight. Her thighs trembled, not from exhaustion, but from the relentless, inescapable pleasure between her legs. Beads of sweat plastered blonde tendrils of hair to her forehead and temples. Her body was betraying her at every turn.

Dana, with a final burst of speed, pulled ahead of her. Jennifer watched her go, a small, choked whimper escaping her lips. She tried to respond, to push, to find that last reserve of strength, but her legs were heavy like lead, her knees buckling. The vibrator was a maddening, unbearable crescendo, the race coming to the denouement.

"No!" she gasped, a desperate, futile plea.

Her eyes rolled back. A violent tremor rocked her entire body. Her legs gave out completely. She collapsed onto the track, a small, choked cry of ‘no’ escaping her dry lips. An overwhelming, shattering wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripped through her body in waves. It stole her breath, arched her back, made her muscles clench violently.

An orgasm. Right there. On the track. In front of everyone.

When the last tremors subsided, leaving her weak and gasping, Jennifer lay sprawled on the ground, disoriented, mortified, and utterly, completely defeated. She pushed herself up onto shaky elbows, her eyes blurry, her entire being suffused with a hot, crimson flush. When she opened her eyes, she found Rachel standing over her.

“You okay, Jen?” Rachel asked. Rachel took her hand and helped her up. Jennifer felt a slight pinch. Still trembling, she slowly pushed herself to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly. Her entire body felt sensitive, alive, and profoundly humiliated. She had come in last. Dead last.

“Never better,” Jennifer said bitterly.

The team, having mostly recovered from their run, now turned their attention to Jennifer. Riley gave her a wide grin. "Well, flash," her voice booming in the suddenly quiet air, "it looks like you lost."

Jennifer couldn't meet her gaze. She stared down at the track.

"And," Rachel continued, producing the 'RACHEL'S PET' collar, the silver letters gleaming wickedly in the fading sunlight, the same collar that she had thrown in Rachel’s face two days ago, "you know what that means."

A few of the girls giggled. Riley stepped forward, a wide, unrepentant grin on her face. "You’re full of surprises. I thought for sure that Dana would be the one running a lap butt freakin' naked."

“As if!” Dana shouted, a spunky brown-haired girl with very intimidating abs.

Jennifer felt tears prick at her eyes, but she blinked them back furiously. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

“Had an off day. It happens,” Jennifer said with a shrug, maintaining a steely, stoic demeanor. She refused to let her teammates see her weakness. She decided to play it off. It was no big deal.

"Alright, flash," Rachel said, her voice brisk, a clear command. "It’s getting late, so, you know..." She gestured to Jennifer's clothes.

Jennifer flashed the team a bright smile. “You got it, cap! One naked lap comin’ right up.”

Jennifer’s trembling hands betrayed her stoic act as she reached for her running shoes. Each movement felt agonizingly slow, a perverse performance. She untied the laces, her fingers fumbling, then pulled off one shoe, then the other. Her socks followed, revealing her pale, athletic feet. The cool air against her skin, still warm from the run, felt strangely sensual.

"C’mon, flash!" one of the girls called out, a hint of impatience in her voice. "We haven't got all day!"

Jennifer closed her eyes for a moment, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. Then, with a deep, shaky breath, she unzipped her running shorts. The fabric, once a comfortable second skin, felt like a heavy cloak of shame. Slowly, agonizingly, she slid them down her hips, revealing her black running briefs. A few whistles erupted from the group. Some of the girls laughed.

"Ooh, check out that athletic butt!" Riley crowed, her eyes raking over Jennifer's rounded, firm glutes. "Nice and tight, Jenn!"

Another girl, Sarah, chimed in, "Yeah, Jenn, you've got a seriously cute little ass!"

“Thanks, girl. I worked hard for it, ya know?” Jennifer replied. Her cheeks burned hotter. She stood there, frozen, bare from the waist down save for her tiny briefs. Rachel, meanwhile, stood back, merely watching the show.

"Looking good, Jen," Chloe said with encouragement.

Jennifer’s fingers fumbled with the hem of her loose-fitting track tank. She pulled it over her head, her arms momentarily obscuring her face. When it was off, she stood in only her sports bra and briefs. Her small breasts, though firm and perky from her athletic training, were almost completely flattened by the tight fabric of her bra.

"Aww," another girl, Janus, cooed, "look at those cute little tits! So perky, even under the bra!"

"Yeah, Jenn's got a cute little rack!" Riley added cheerfully.

Jennifer felt a fresh wave of humiliation. Her breasts had always been a source of quiet insecurity. Now, they were on public display, critiqued and commented on. She wanted to scream, to run and hide. Instead, she just flashed another brave, bright smile.

Jennifer’s hands went to the clasp of her sports bra. Her fingers trembled, fumbling with the tiny hook fasteners. She finally managed to undo it, and slowly, as if in a trance, pulled it off. The cool air rushed over her bare skin, raising goosebumps. Her small, firm breasts, no longer constrained, perked slightly, her nipples tightening in the breeze. She crossed her arms instinctively over her chest, but Rachel’s voice, sharp and immediate, cut through the air.

"No covering,” one of her teammates demanded.

Jennifer gave her teammate a thumbs up and reluctantly dropped her arms to her sides. She stood before them, completely naked except for her black briefs. For a brief moment, she panicked. What if her teammates saw the vibrator? But as she briefly brushed her hand over her panties, she realized it was already gone.




Her blonde hair, still damp from exertion, framed a face burning crimson. No matter how dedicated she was to her stoic bravado act, she couldn’t hide her embarrassment as she dropped her briefs. She finally stood before her teammates with nothing to hide. Her skinny, boxy body was a stark contrast to Rachel’s voluptuous figure; athletic, ripped, curvy.

Rachel stepped forward, holding the collar. "And now for your crown, my pet." Her eyes, gleaming with triumph, met Jennifer’s. Rachel reached out, her fingers brushing against Jennifer’s neck as she secured the black leather collar. The weight of it, the cold metal buckle against her skin, felt impossibly heavy, a tangible symbol of her defeat. A reminder of how she got here. The silver letters gleamed: 'RACHEL'S PET'.

"There you go," Rachel said, stepping back, her eyes taking in Jennifer's new outfit. "Perfect."

Jennifer stood exposed, vulnerable, her entire being screaming in silent protest. The laughter from the team seemed to amplify, echoing around her. And she laughed with them. It was all in good fun. Except the only thing she felt was a whirlwind of humiliation. And, strangely, a warmth in her nether regions. She could feel their eyes on her, tracing every curve, every dip.

"Alright, Jen," Rachel’s voice cut through her daze. "One lap. And try to do a little better than you did in the race. This is your chance for redemption," Rachel winked.

Jennifer wanted to argue, to beg, to simply disappear. But the look in Rachel’s eyes was absolute. There was no escape. With a defeated sigh, she pushed off the ground, her bare feet meeting the rough rubber of the track.

The first few steps were excruciating. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on fire. The wind, which had felt refreshing just moments before, now felt like a thousand tiny needles against her exposed skin. Her breasts, small as they were, jiggled slightly with each stride. Her thighs brushed against each other. She could feel the stares, the whispers, the snickers from her teammates. She kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

But as she rounded the first bend, a strange shift occurred. The initial wave of overwhelming shame began to recede and her nether regions warmed once more. She was running. Naked. In front of her team. It was hard to admit, but it felt like the vibrator was buzzing once again, although in reality it was no longer there. Her body betrayed her once more. She tried to focus on her stride, the feel of the track as it grinded against her bare soles. As her body began to heat up, the wind became a cool caress against her skin. The sensation of her muscles working, unencumbered by clothing, was strangely liberating, even exhilarating, in a perverse way.

She pushed harder, her legs pumping, her arms swinging. Desperate to end this before something horrible happened again, before she began to ‘enjoy’ it too much, she surged forward. She was determined, strong. She wouldn’t cry. When she was done, she would look them all in the eye, smile, laugh, and go home. That was her resolution.

The final stretch. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in deep, burning gulps. Her muscles ached, but it was a familiar, welcome ache. She pushed through the imaginary finish line, slowing her pace, finally allowing herself to look up.



Her teammates were still there, watching. But the laughter had subsided, replaced by a mixture of shock, amusement, and perhaps, a flicker of admiration. Rachel stood apart, a subtle, almost approving nod on her face.

Jennifer didn't hesitate. She flashed a smile and gave a thumbs up. “Can’t believe you guys made me do that,” she laughed. Without missing a beat, she strode straight to her discarded clothes, scooped them up, and began getting dressed. But before she could finish, a loud whistle burned in her ears.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Rachel?”

[MissAriel]

This story is going on a bit longer than I thought and we're probably looking at a few more chapters here. While I mostly have the rest of the story planned out, I'm open to suggestions. Given the ending of the last chapter, we're likely to see Rachel to be in a bit of a bind here and there are a couple of ways the story could go.

Jennifer could get her hopes up and finally turn the tables on Rachel, only for that hope to be destroyed as Rachel not only talks her way out of it, but gains even more leverage on Jennifer in the process.

Or perhaps Rachel has been caught in the act and now it's up to Jennifer whether she remains captain of the track team. What sorts things should Rachel should have to do to maintain her spot at the top of the food chain?

Looking forward to hearing everyone's suggestions. Cheers.

[elysianempire]

This story is going on a bit longer than I thought and we're probably looking at a few more chapters here. While I mostly have the rest of the story planned out, I'm open to suggestions. Given the ending of the last chapter, we're likely to see Rachel to be in a bit of a bind here and there are a couple of ways the story could go.

Jennifer could get her hopes up and finally turn the tables on Rachel, only for that hope to be destroyed as Rachel not only talks her way out of it, but gains even more leverage on Jennifer in the process.

Or perhaps Rachel has been caught in the act and now it's up to Jennifer whether she remains captain of the track team. What sorts things should Rachel should have to do to maintain her spot at the top of the food chain?

Looking forward to hearing everyone's suggestions. Cheers.

i enjoyed the pictures this chapter.

as for suggestions, I'm for number 1. Hell maybe Rachel can swing this as a new tradition for the track team. it'll hardly be the first naked tradition for a sports team or a university, especialy with the annual naked Mile(event) that the University of Michigan campus. It could also be that Rachel either convence the teacher that Jennifer has a condition or is the one to come up with the idea. Might very well end with Jennifer becoming the track teams pet for a certain amount of time or make or position as Rachel's pet offical on the team.

Rachel could also spin it as getting into the spirit of track, via going back to the naked olympics. With there being no problem as its a girls only team in a relitvely secluded part of the campus, making it no diffrent then the locker rooms.

Either way i hope the teacher makes some mischivious/teasing remarks towards Jennifer. Same with Rachel, if Jennifer somehow found away to reverse they're positions.

[Diapal]

This story is going on a bit longer than I thought and we're probably looking at a few more chapters here. While I mostly have the rest of the story planned out, I'm open to suggestions. Given the ending of the last chapter, we're likely to see Rachel to be in a bit of a bind here and there are a couple of ways the story could go.

Jennifer could get her hopes up and finally turn the tables on Rachel, only for that hope to be destroyed as Rachel not only talks her way out of it, but gains even more leverage on Jennifer in the process.

Or perhaps Rachel has been caught in the act and now it's up to Jennifer whether she remains captain of the track team. What sorts things should Rachel should have to do to maintain her spot at the top of the food chain?

Looking forward to hearing everyone's suggestions. Cheers.

I love the pictures you added!! I kinda like the idea of things turning around and seeing Rachel feel some humiliation. That said, I also like Jennifer being humiliated some more, so maybe some of both? Looking forward to the next part!!