Amy cringed in response to the voice of her older sister, Jasmine. She had foolishly lost a bet to Jasmine and became her slave for an entire week.
It so happened that the first day of her slavery fell on Halloween night.
Amy slowly walked into Jasmine’s bedroom.
“Shut the door.” Jasmine barked.
Amy watched as Jasmine worked on opening a box that had been delivered. Her face went ashen as Jasmine pulled out a strawberry print lacy pajama top and a matching pair of panties with strawberries on them.
“Try them on,” Jasmine snapped.
“Why?” Amy replied nervously.
“Well, for one, because I said so, and for two, this is your Halloween outfit.”
“I can’t wear that. Please, Jasmine, no.”
“Strip and put these on right now!” Jasmine barked.
Amy nervously peeled her clothes off until she stood stark naked in her sister’s bedroom. She reached for the panties and gingerly put them on. She then slipped the lacy top over her head and down her body.
“Oh my god, I love it,” Jasmine remarked as she walked around Amy admiring how utterly humiliating it was. Not only did it fit perfectly, it also made Amy, now 16, look like a total slut.
Amy was forced to look at herself in the mirror. She wanted to cry. The top held up by only two very small straps showed her breasts in a rather provocative way.
“Pull these up more, “Jasmine hissed as she pulled up on the panties, causing them to show her butt cheeks. The frilly lace of the top hugged the panties making them appear even smaller.
“You can’t me go out like this. Please Jasmine.”
“Hey, hush. You lost the bet, and it’s Halloween. You are wearing them and that is the end of the story. Besides, you already whined about our bet to mom, and what did she say?” Jasmine prodded.
“I made the bet, I had to live with it,” Amy replied slowly.
“Alright. Take them off. I don’t want them to get dirty before tonight,” Jasmine grumbled.
Amy took the dreaded top and panties off and reached to get her clothes, but Jasmine stopped her.
“Bend over the bed. I’m going to bust your ass for arguing with me,” Jasmine barked.
“What?” “You can’t be serious,” Amy whined.
Jasmine pulled her to the bed and forced her face down. She felt Jasmine spread her legs, then felt the stinging slaps across her bare bottom.
She was being spanked like a child, and her ass was on fire. She sobbed as the pain intensified, which made Jasmine grin.
When Jasmine stopped, Amy’s ass cheeks were glowing bright red.
“Trick or treat starts at 5:30. Be dressed by five. We will be out all night, and no bra!” Jasmine snapped before tossing Amy her clothes.
Amy spent the rest of the day dreading the coming night. What should be a fun night would be an exercise in humiliation and embarrassment for her and there was nothing to stop it.
She stood in front of the mirror, nearly in tears at the reflection in the mirror. She could hear the taunts now.
“Come on,” Jasmine yelled as she pounded on Amy’s bedroom door.
To add insult to injury, Jasmine had found a small stuffed toy and made Amy carry it one hand, and her trick or treat bag in the other.
The moment they left the house the comments started. Laughter, mocking. Shock. Pictures snapped. When she went onto the porches, the men all loved her skimpy outfit, especially the view of her ass, but the woman looked at her like she was a total slut. Some even told her to go home and put some clothes on.
As nighttime fell, the crowds were getting larger. As Amy and Jasmine and her friends reached a certain street, Amy found her hands pinned behind her. A voice whispered in her ear.
“Well, well, if isn’t Amy. I always knew you were a slut. The voice belonged to Rachael, a girl in her class at school that Amy could not stand. The feeling was mutual. Amy felt Rachael fumbling with the straps of her top.
“I wander what would happen if I let these straps fall. I bet everyone would see your tits. I think that is a wonderful idea too. Let’s show everyone your tits,” She threatened.
“Nooo!” Amy spat, but it was too late. Rachael had removed the straps, and the top came slipping down, revealing the ivory, C-cup breasts in all their glory.
Rachael then repinned Amys’ arms behind her, preventing her from pulling her top back up. Dozens of people were laughing and pointing. More photos of Amy’s bare breasts were taken.
“I just adore the strawberry print on these little panties,” Rachael teased. “Maybe we should let everyone see your little strawberry patch.”
“Stop it!” Amy spat back as her struggling made her breasts jiggle and sway.
“Pull her panties down, “Rachael spoke to one of her girlfriends.
Jasmine, who was standing nearby, simply grinned in amusement at Amy’s dilemma.
Amy sobbed as she felt her panties tugged downward. “Please, stop,” She pleaded.
Unfortunately for Amy, the panties were pulled down to her ankles. Everyone gawked at the smooth, shaven folds of Amy’s sex.
“Oh, Amy, I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?” Jasmine groaned as she finally came to Amy’s rescue. She reached down and pulled Amy’s panties back up, making sure they rode her crack and exposed her butt cheeks again. She then fixed Amy’s top, and they were off for more trick or treating.
Every house was the same. Lewd stares, insults, degrading comments. Amy wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. They had been out for hours, and the night was getting chilly. Amy had goosebumps on her arms and legs from the chill.
They soon bumped into one of Jasmine's friends who went ballistic at Amy’s costume.
“Wherever did you get this. I want one,” the woman beamed as she walked around Amy, admiring every detail.
“I found it online,” Jasmine replied.
“I will buy it from you right now. This will just fit me,” The woman said. I will even double what you paid for it. I simply must have it.”
Amy looked wide-eyed at Jasmine. She surely would not sell the only item of clothing she had and leave her butt naked in the street.
After some bartering between Jasmine and the woman, Jasmine accepted.
“Strip, and hand me the outfit,” Jasmine ordered.
“I can’t strip out here!” “Please Jasmine, at least take me home and let me take them off there,” Amy pleaded.
“No, a deal is a deal. I will make a good profit if I see it here and now. Take them off. That is an order!”
All eyes were on Amy. Cameras were ready, people were gathering to watch the spectacle. Tears formed in Amy’s eyes as she knew the situation was hopeless. She slowly pulled down the straps of the top and guided it over her head. Her bare breasts stood proud and firm in the cold night air as she handed it to Jasmine.
Wearing only a sheer pair of panties, cameras snapped frantically as Amy closed her eyes in shame and slowly pulled her panties down, stepping out of them and handing them to Jasmine. The woman even took the small stuffed toy.
The deal was done. The woman left proudly displaying her new purchase. Amy stood stark naked on a street surrounded by a sea of gawking people. The walk home was not only cold and degrading, but with every block, more people followed to get a glimpse of the naked girl walking down the street.
As they turned to their own home, the mother sat on the porch with the last of the candy. She looked at Amy and laughed.
“Well, I can see who won and who lost.”
“Yea, I sold her little outfit, and made almost double the price,” Jesmine beamed. Oh, and you must stay naked the rest of the night,” she said to Amy as she slapped her bare ass.
Amy ran into the house; her face blushed with shame and embarrassment and hid herself in her room. If this was only the first night of her slavery to Jasmine, she dreaded the rest of the week.