Fear of Hazing

[flyingmonk]

A crowd had gathered in the hallway of the high school. The scene was a familiar one during hazing week.

A female was pinned against a locker. Her hands had been bound behind her back. She was clad in nothing but a white terry cloth robe. It was obvious to all who had gathered that she was naked under the robe.

A look of fright and desperation filled her eyes as the girls in charge of this hazing fixed a leather dog leash with an eye Hook to the flimsy fabric belt on the front of the robe. The other end was looped around the arm of a second girl who knelt on the floor in only a bra and panties.

“Are we ready for the unveiling?” a girl yelled.

“Yes,” the chorus was enthusiastic and boisterous as the girl pinned against the locker shook her head no in a pleading expression.

“Go!”

They swatted the kneeling girl on her butt making her scurry down the hall on her hands and knees. Inch by inch the leash tightened. The girl knew her fate and tears filled her eyes. The belt unraveled and the robe flew from her body and was dragged down the hallway by the girl in her underwear.

Everyone was now fixed on the sight at the locker. The naked girl, her huge D-cup breasts with the large round areola on full display. A patch of black pubic hair adorned her crotch as everyone pointed, laughed, and snapped pictures.

“God, I would hate to be that poor girl,” Stacey whispered to her friend, Laura.

“Can you imagine being naked like that?” Laura replied as they gazed at the poor girl on display.

“I pray they never pick me. I’d die,” Stacey remarked. “I live in fear of it every day.”

The two girls watched the naked girl be loosed and taken to the bathroom.

“What will they do to her now?” Stacey asked.

“Probably dunk her head in the toilet, make her run around naked outside, or something sexual,” Laura replied. “ I’ve heard tons of horror stories about their victims fates.”

“What?” Stacey replied in disbelief as they headed to their classes.

For the rest of the day Stacey had daydreams about being caught and hazed. She envisioned herself naked and helpless while dozens of other students looked at her and mocked her.

It captivated her mind in an unusual way. It also did the unthinkable. It strangely aroused her. That troubled her even more. That night at home she feverishly masturbated to a scenario in her head.

The next day at school seemed rather normal until Stacey went into the restroom midmorning. She pushed open the stall door and stood frozen.

A naked girl was sitting on the toilet. Her hands were cuffed over her head and a small remote controlled vibrator was taped to her privates. The girl stared out like in a trance. Her body shook and trembled from orgasms inflicted on her.

Stacey ran in fear. Later that day she saw Laura walking down the hallway. She was wearing one of those hospital gowns that open in the back. Girls were pulling it apart to show off her bare ass as Laura tried in vain to cover herself. They had gotten Laura. Laura looked back at Stacey and simply shook her head no as if to signal it was hopeless.

Would a similar fate await her, or worse? She thought to herself.

Physical Education Class was her last class of the day. Stacey didn’t like taking showers or being naked around other girls. For one, her breasts were very small, and she had very little pubic hair for a fifteen year old girl. It made her look like a little waif. Her teacher warned her that she would grade her down if she didn’t take a shower.

She tried wiping the soap from her eyes as she reached for her towel, but not finding it. Blinking her eyes she stared instead at four older girls who was watching her shower. One held her towel. Stacey’s heart raced furiously as she moved her hands to cover her nakedness.

“Well,” look what we got here?” one of the four said as they drug Stacey sopping wet from the shower.

They pinned her hands behind her back and began teasing her small nips others rubbed her butt as she tried to wiggle free from their grasp.

“I think she got mixed up. Kindergarten is down the road,” one teased as they spread her legs and pointed at her bald pussy.

“Jenny dear. Run to my locker and get a diaper. I got a few left over from the last time," one of the girls instructed.

To her dismay, the showers had all emptied. It was just Stacey and her attackers as they drug her to a bench and forced her on her back with her legs spread and her arms pinned down.

“Let me go!” Stacey pleaded only to hear their mocking laughs. Two girls then began tickling Stacey they went under the arms, in between her legs. The soles of her feet. Stacey was hyper sensitive and was bucking wildly against the torturous onsought.

Just then the girl arrived with a small diaper. They held Stacey down and fastened it on her. They then drug her out to the field behind the school and tied her to a metal light pole. Stacey was bawling as she was left bound and naked except for a small diaper covering her crotch.

They texted all their friends to come and take pics. For what seemed like an eternity Stacey was the center of attraction.

She had even wet her diaper out of fear and humiliation which of course, everyone noticed.

When they eventually untied her and gave her back her clothes she ran home crying and locked herself in her room that night.