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--PART 4--

Beth, meanwhile, could see no way through the horde surrounding her, and when someone grabbed her bra strap at the back, she screeched loudly as she fell to her knees and leant forwards, cupping her breasts in her hands to keep her bra in place when it was inevitably undone.

Two of the three spiteful girls gleefully grabbed Beth's upper arms and tried to pull them out to the side, meanwhile the third eagerly attacked the clasp at the rear of her bra strap, and in seconds had undone it. Whoops ensued as the loose bra straps hung either side of her upper body, revealing her bare back all the way from her knickers to her head. Her ponytail hung down the left-hand side of her neck.

Most of her boys couldn't take their eyes off Beth's pert, perfectly presented, knicker-clad bottom, and a small, tantalising view of her ass cleavage didn't go unnoticed - when her skirt had been pulled down the elastic waistband of her knickers had also gone with it past her hips. A couple of boys took the opportunity to deprive Beth of her sneakers, which they then casually tossed into a corner.

Beth struggled valiantly against the three girls, trying desperately to hold onto her bra, but as the crowd went wild enjoying the wrestling match, the girl gang finally managed to free its straps from her arms and yank it off their hapless victim. A few onlookers caught a glimpse of her bare chest before she squatted down on her haunches with her arms tucked in tight against the sides of her breasts.

Watching his stepsister's bra being playfully passed around the boys, Paul shouted, "Well, no padding by the look of it - all real!"

Everyone's attention, and almost all of their phones, focused on the topless, older teen crouching on the floor, now wearing only her knickers! She was crying hysterically, with tears dripping off the end of her nose.

Poppy decided that their friend had been humiliated enough, and that it was time to step in and help her. "Ok, you've had your fun," she announced loudly, while pushing through the throng. She had in her hand Beth's skirt and T-shirt that she'd managed to locate. Rohan followed in her wake, not least to get a better view of the near naked, stricken girl. "Come on, let's get you upstairs," she said to Beth, approaching her to help her to her feet.

The crowd quietened down, and they, as well as Paul appeared ready to allow the entertainment to end there. But Jason had other ideas. "Who thinks we should finish the job?" he asked loudly, intercepting Poppy before she could reach her sobbing friend. Cheers of approval spurred him on. "Let's have another vote - who reckons she shaves? Or is she hairy?"

Paul, pleased to have an accomplice, added, "Great idea! Let's all just vote..." Beth, just when she thought her ordeal was almost over, and that her friends were about to rescue her, was horrified to hear the new plan to expose her most private part to everyone present!

Jason turned towards Poppy and said threateningly, "Your turn next!" as he eyed her chest. A chill ran down her spine as she imagined herself in the same undressed state as her friend cowering on the carpet.

"Who thinks she's hairy?" Beth's stepbrother asked loudly, to which a handful of people raised their hands and cheered for. "And who thinks she's bald?" which elicited a much larger number of votes, as well as a much louder and enthusiastic cheer.

Beth knew she had to get away before Paul instructed the girls, or anyone else for that matter, to remove her last item of clothing. She glanced up at the grinning faces looming over her and steeled herself before launching up from the floor while cupping a breast in each hand, then rushing headlong with her head down into the bodies directly in front of her, hoping to push through to the other side and escape upstairs.

But her plan failed immediately, as the two boys she tried to push past remained immovable. But before she could try a different route one of the girl gang grabbed her ponytail and yanked it, forcing her head back, making her squeal, and halting her in her tracks. Beth twisted and lashed out with her left hand at the girl's face (exposing her left breast in the process), scratching her face. "Fucking cow," the shocked girl snarled, and managed to catch Beth's wrist when she tried to hit her again. The girl painfully twisted Beth's arm, bowing her down again. She gave control of Beth's arm to one of the boys who'd blocked her way, and the other boy grabbed hold of her right arm. The two boys then pulled Beth's arms out the sides and her exposed cone-shaped breasts hung freely for inspection by anyone who cared to look - and many did! Doug imitated milking her like a cow, which elicited much laughter.

The girl who Beth had wounded slid an index finger with a long, pink-painted nail behind the waistband at the rear of Beth's knickers and, grinning evilly, yanked it all the way down her buttocks, turning the tantalising peek of Beth's ass cleavage into a full moon! Beth shrieked at her further exposure but was powerless to re-cover her fully exposed bottom. Jeers and lewd comments filled her ears. Bent over as she was, she was horrified at the thought of the lewd view she would be giving those behind her.

Although Poppy felt sorry for her humiliated friend, she was rattled by the threat that she was next, so decided she couldn't risk being detained by one of Jason's gang, and decided to wait for Mike to arrive outside. She indicated her intention to Rohan, who managed to tear his eyes away from Beth's bare bottom and tits for a split second to acknowledge her. She felt a sharp pang of guilt as she took one quick look at Beth bared backside before moving away. As Poppy made her way towards the front door, Rohan managed to maneuver himself into a better position and took a snap of their friend from behind. Her buttocks were slightly parted, but her knickers still obscured her 'undercarriage' between her legs. He posted the photo on their WhatsApp group with a caption "Too many to stop them!"

Logan quickly replied with the message, "OMG, is that Beth? Looks like she'll be starkers soon!"

Aaron sent just one word: "Fuck!!!"

Blaire soon followed with, "My nephew sent me some too. Poor Beth"

"Pick her up," Jason ordered, and quickly Beth felt her legs being grabbed by several younger boys' hands, then lifted off her feet with her face just inches from the carpet. One of the boys holding a leg was the chubby boy, Doug, who was keen to be positioned at that end of her body!

"Nah, flip her over," Paul added. Beth, complaining loudly and bucking wildly, was manhandled in mid-air by a total of six boys; two on each of her legs and one with an arm each. A couple of them copped a cheeky feel of her boobs, thighs and bottom in the process. Her flailing limbs were quickly tamed, though, and soon she was being firmly held face-up at waist height. The eyes of every boy surrounding her was trained either on her bare tits or her crotch, hardly needing to imagine the most intimate of feminine secrets barely concealed by the thin fabric of her knickers. Her legs were slightly parted, allowing a view straight between her thighs from the right angle.

Beth looked down the length of her almost naked body and was mortified by how much of herself was on show to everyone. And her final, ultimate exposure was at the mercy of her captors - but she saw no mercy in their faces, only raw lust on the boys' and cruel amusement on the girls'. Two faces that leapt out at her were the twins Toby and Evan, who had managed to position themselves either side of her, and were totally enraptured at their first sight they beheld; neither had seen a girl's breasts before. She knew she'd never be able to face them again, let alone babysit them.

LET'S GOOOOOOO

We will be looking forward to the next part

--PART 5--

Poppy, having placed Beth's skirt and T-shirt on the back of an armchair in the lounge, was standing outside the open front door wondering how long before Mike would arrive (it had only been 15 minutes since they'd sent the first message) when she heard Beth scream inside, "No, please, NO!!" followed a short time later by a huge cheer and high-pitched girlish screeches. She suspected that Beth had been stripped naked. Peering inside she couldn't see anything through the crowd. However, her suspicion was confirmed when she heard Jason loudly announce, "Hairy!" over the melee.

A very short time later the music resumed playing in the lounge, and soon after Rohan joined Poppy outside of the front door, with a mixture of shock and worry on his face. "Beth's naked!" he stated, unlocking his phone and opening its photo gallery.

"I guessed as much. Have they let her go now?"

"No, they're carrying her into the garden. Her brother has gone to get rope from the garage. And they've gagged her with a tea towel."

"Rope? Why?"

"Don't know. I took these."

Rohan proceeded to show her three photos he'd taken while Beth was being held aloft by the six boys. Poppy viewed each with growing shock and a hand covering her mouth. The first was a side-on shot and a little blurry, but showed Beth minus her knickers, clearly struggling against her captors. In the second she'd been tamed, and it was taken from her feet end. It showed a full-length body shot, taking in Beth's anguished face, almost all the way down to her feet. The third was highly pornographic; taken from the same angle as the second, but focused mainly on Beth's midsection and thighs. In it Beth's legs had been pulled wide apart, and clearly showed her labia. Despite Jason's 'Hairy' declaration, Poppy could see that Beth only had a small amount of some fine, wispy, fairly light hairs on her pubic mound above and around her slit; certainly not what most people would describe as hairy.

"Her knickers were cut off with a penknife."

"Oh..my..God! Don't send these to our group," Poppy advised, deciding it'd be too cruel to Beth.

"No."

A ping on their phones (and Beth's, still in Poppy's possession) announced a new group message. The pair both opened it simultaneously and gasped when they were presented with a set of four photos from Blaire. Each was a nude shot of Beth, of which two were equally as pornographic as Rowan's third photo, including two of her spread-eagled. The photos were accompanied with a caption, "My nephew sent these. Poor Beth, she's going to be all around the school by next week!" followed by three 'wow' emojis.

"I guess Blaire didn't have any problem sharing those then," Poppy observed.

With their heads down looking at their phones Poppy and Rohan didn't notice three people approaching the house until they'd passed through the gate and were nearing them. They were boys in their late teens, two black and one white, all wearing dark T-shirts and identical white baseball caps. Poppy didn't like the look of them and, despite being more than a little scared, initially stood in their way, reluctant to let them into a house where their friend Beth was utterly exposed! But the withering look they gave her made her step aside without saying a word, and they passed by the pair nonchalantly.

Poppy stood on the threshold with Rohan watching as the newcomers surveyed the lounge the older boys were passing through, now deserted of partygoers; they'd all decamped to the kitchen or garden. The only items left in the lounge were bottles, cans, and glasses, along with Beth's bra draped over a light fitting (which amused the trio when they noticed it) and her destroyed knickers (with both sides cut) lying in the middle of the floor.

One of the black youth turned back and approached the half opened front door. He reached forward and Poppy backed off, and Rohan with her, thinking he was about to grab her. But instead he shut the door on them, and locked them out! He then double bolted the door and followed his friends into the garden, turning off the music in the lounge as he passed, but someone was still playing music from their phone in the kitchen.

While they waited for Mike, Poppy and Rohan constantly rang the doorbell and knocked on the door, but nobody answered.

***

Earlier, after Poppy had effectively abandoned Beth to her fate, and she was held at waist height wearing just her knickers while surrounded by gawping youngsters, Jason reached into his jeans pocket and withdrew a penknife. Fearing she was about to be stabbed or mutilated, she began to scream and plead with them. Jason applied his blade to the left-hand side of Beth's knickers, and then to the right, leaving just a small triangle of fabric precariously balanced over her most intimate region. Beth's screams turned into loud pleading, realising she wasn't going to be stabbed, but fully exposed. Paul grabbed a tea towel from the kitchen, rolled it up diagonally, then gagged her with it.

The crowd held their breath as Jason gingerly gripped the top of the triangle of fabric covering her vulva. He slowly pulled it down towards her feet, first revealing the top of her fine, light pubic hair, then more and more of her womanhood, until it was fully uncovered. As Jason allowed the material of her destroyed underwear to fall to the floor, he exclaimed, "Hairy!" This was followed by a huge cheer and high-pitched girlish screeches from the onlookers.

A frenzied photo session ensued now that the would-be party pooper was fully naked. The boys holding her limbs needed no encouragement to spread-eagle the struggling girl so that more intimate views of her could be captured.

"Nice cunt!" one of Jason's gang commented loudly. Beth was horrified that her sex was exposed for anyone up see and photograph, and she was powerless to stop them, or even close her legs.

"Got any rope?" Jason asked Paul, and he disappeared to check in the garage attached to their house.

"Take her outside," Jason directed, and Paul's stepsister was carried stark naked and still spread-eagled through the fully opened French windows into the rear garden. Her open slit winked at the excited boys as she kicked out against her captors.

Paul returned with a length of narrow, nylon rope. The boys lowered the struggling girl onto the lawn, where she fought like a wildcat, and grunted into her gag as they tied both ends of the rope to her wrists. But she was easily overpowered and the rope was attached tightly so she couldn't slip it off. The remaining rope was then tossed over a bough of a tree growing at the right-hand side of the garden, not far from the paved patio that the French windows opened onto. Several boys then pulled on the rope, hauling their stricken victim up onto her feet, and then up onto her tiptoes, before tying the rope around the trunk of the tree and securing it with several knots.

At the time that the trio of new 'guests' were nearing the front of the house, the youngsters at the rear were having great fun with Paul's stark naked stepsister - boys and girls grabbed her around her middle and turned her around and around as far as they could before letting go, so that she span around in her opposite direction with her feet just skimming the grass like a naked ballerina.

By the time the first two newcomers arrived via the French windows Paul could tell that his stepsister was in a great deal of physical pain, and fetched a short piece of wood from the garage for her to stand on. Although she was no longer being spun around, she was still forced to hang with her hands above her head, on display naked and helpless as the party continued around her.

It was a clear, warm, mid-July day, and the late evening sun illuminated Beth's nude, nubile body beautifully. Although her legs were now closed, the keyhole of her vaginal cleft was clearly visible within her sparse covering of pubic hair. With all dignity long since lost, she starred in countless selfies and group photos featuring both boys and girls posing with the naked, older girl.

Mike's taxi finally arrived at 8.25pm and with him were the remaining three from their group: Blaire, Aaron, and Logan. Mike sprinted to meet Poppy and Rohan outside of Beth and Paul's home. They explained that they were locked out, and the three of them resumed banging the door and ringing the doorbell while the other three caught up.

Mike was desperate to get into the house or garden, and looked for an alternative entrance; he spotted a tall, wooden gate at the left-hand side of the property, and tried to scale it, but gave up after two failed attempts. Instead he suggested that he give a leg-up to Logan, and created a 'stirrup' with his upturned hands, which Logan used to successfully scale the gate. One on the other side, Logan unbolted the gate and let the others in, led by Mike, who impatiently pushed past Logan and headed quickly for the rear garden, from where excited voices and music were emanating.

Rounding the corner of the house, the six friends encountered a mass of youngsters in the garden, but straight away saw Beth's head (still complete with her gag) and tied arms above the heads of most of them. Forcing their way through the throng, more of Beth's top half came into view, first her bare shoulders and cleavage, then her fully exposed breasts.

***

The evening air had turned brisk, but Beth felt only the searing heat of a thousand eyes. She hung from the bough, her toes barely grazing the rough wood of the block beneath her. The nylon rope bit into her wrists, pulling her shoulders taut. Every time she shifted, the friction of the rope reminded her of her helplessness.

The gag, a stale-smelling tea towel, tasting of detergent, muffling her sobs into rhythmic, desperate grunts. Around her, the garden was a blur of backlit phone screens and leering faces.

Then, from the back of the crowd, "Get the fuck away from her!"

Mike's voice sliced through the music and the jeering. He charged through the throng, his face a mask of raw fury. He didn't stop to negotiate; he shouldered through two of the boys, sending them sprawling onto the grass.

Jason stepped forward, a smirk still etched on his face, though his eyes flickered with uncertainty. "Easy, mate. We're just having a bit of a laugh. Join in."

Mike didn't look at him. He reached Beth, his eyes widening as they swept over her shivering, nude form. The sight of her - bound, gagged, and utterly exposed - seemed to ignite something in him. He turned on Jason, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

"You think this is a laugh? You're a fucking animal."

"She was being a bitch," Paul chimed in from the side, though he stepped back as Mike's gaze snapped toward him. "She started it. She called me retarded in front of everyone."

"I don't give a shit what she said!" Mike roared. "Untie her. Now."

Two boys near the tree, younger and less hardened than Jason's crew, exchanged a terrified glance. One of them, a lanky kid with acne, fumbled with the knots. "I... I'm trying," he stammered, his fingers trembling.

"Faster!" Aaron commanded, his voice sharp.

As the rope loosened, Beth's body sagged, her knees buckling. Mike was there in an instant, catching her as she crumpled, his arms strong and steady around her. He gently removed the tea towel from her mouth. A choked sob escaped her lips, a raw, animal sound of pain and relief. Her eyes, still wide with shock, met his, and he saw the profound betrayal, the deep, scarring shame.

"Beth," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, pulling her close, trying to shield her from the lingering stares. "It's okay. You're safe."

Poppy rushed forward, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Beth! I'm so sorry, I... I should have done something."

Beth, still trembling, could only cling to Mike, her head buried against his shoulder, her nakedness a searing brand. The cool night air, once a terrifying caress, now felt like a welcome cloak against the heat of her shame.

"I've got you," Mike whispered, his voice trembling. "I've got you, Beth."

Poppy and Rohan approached, their faces pale. Poppy looked at Beth - the red-rimmed eyes, the raw skin of her wrists, the utter devastation in her posture - and felt a wave of nausea.

"Is she... is she okay?" Poppy asked, her voice small.

Beth stiffened. She didn't look up, but her voice came out as a cracked whisper.

"You... you saw."

Poppy flinched. "Beth, I - "

"You stood there," Beth sobbed, the words muffled by Mike's shirt. "You just watched."

Rohan shifted his weight, unable to meet her eyes. He felt the weight of the phone in his pocket, the digital evidence of her shame. He wanted to say something comforting, but the images were too vivid, the memory of her spread-eagled too fresh.

At this point the three most recent (baseball cap wearing) arrivals exited via the back gate, all with explicit photos of Beth on their phones of course. "This has been a blast, man," one of the black boys announced as he departed.

"Let's get her inside," Mike commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her bridal-style in both his arms. Beth clung to him, with both arms around his neck, her eyes squeezed shut, terrified that another flash of a camera would ignite.

As they passed the remaining partygoers, a few of the boys still chuckled, whispering comments about her 'assets' that made Mike's jaw tighten, acutely aware that the way he was holding her meant that her labia would be on show between her thighs.

Blaire noticed that her nephew was among the boys passing comments on her friend. She gave him a withering look, but didn't speak to him. He looked unconcerned and snapped one last shot of Beth's rear.

Mike carried Beth into the house through the French windows. The kitchen was a wasteland of discarded cans and sticky spills, and the lounge beyond it not much better.

Poppy stopped dead in the middle of the room. "Her clothes. They're here."

Beth, still cradled in Mike's arms, opened one eye. She saw her denim skirt and red T-shirt on an armchair. Then, her gaze drifted upward; her white lace bra hung from the light fitting like a trophy of war.

A fresh sob broke from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated humiliation. She buried her face back into Mike's neck, refusing to look at the room that had become a theatre of her degradation.

"Get the clothes, Poppy! Now!" Mike snapped.

Poppy scrambled to gather the items, her hands shaking. She handed the clothes, as well as Sarah's phone, to Mike as he carried Beth toward the stairs.

"I'll go with you," Rohan offered, trying with all his might not to look at Beth's labia again.

"Stay the fuck away from her, Rohan," Mike spat, not even looking back.

The ascent to the bedroom felt like a mile. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to echo the laughter from the garden. Once inside the sanctuary of her room, Mike gently lowered her onto the bed then drew the curtains. He stepped back, giving her a shred of privacy as she scrambled to pull on her clothes, forgoing any underwear.

The T-shirt felt rough against her skin; the skirt, though intact, felt like a costume of a person she no longer was. Leaving her feet bare, she just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, her breathing shallow.

Mike stood by the door, his expression softened. "Do you want me to stay?"

Beth looked at him. The boy who had wanted to ask her out, the boy who had actually come for her. "Thank you, Mike."

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."

"It doesn't matter," she whispered. "Everyone saw. Everyone."

The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive. Then, the sound came.

*Ping.*

Beth's phone, which Mike had left on the bedside table, illuminated.

*Ping. Ping. Ping.*

Beth didn't want to look. She fought the urge, her muscles locking, but the curiosity was a parasite. She reached out with a trembling hand and swiped the screen.

"Don't..." Mike urged.

Although the new messages were from other friends, concerned about her, having seen some worrying photos sent by partygoers, Sarah noticed that there were many unread messages in the group, "The Gang". She opened it.

There were the photos Poppy had sent. The photos Rohan had taken. And then, the ones from Blaire. High-resolution, cruel, intimate shots of her labia, her breasts, her bound limbs.

The captions were painful too. *'Too many to stop them!' 'Poor Beth.' 'Wow.'*

Beth stared at the screen until the images blurred. She realised then that the rope had been removed, but she was still tied - the digital threads were now woven into the fabric of her life. By Monday, these photos would be on every screen in the sixth form. They would be in the group chats of people she didn't even know.

"They're sharing them," she whispered, her voice devoid of emotion. "I'M being shared."

Mike leaned over, glancing at the screen. His face darkened, not knowing what to say - he knew only too well that her photos would be reshared endlessly.

A knock sounded at the door. It was Paul. He didn't come in; he just leaned against the doorframe, his expression a mixture of lingering smugness and a flicker of genuine uncertainty.

"Look, sis," Paul started, his voice trying to regain its confident edge. "It was just a joke. A bit of a prank that went too far. You can't honestly expect me to be the only one who gets in trouble when you were the one calling me names."

Beth looked at her stepbrother. She saw the boy she had judged, the boy she had belittled, and the monster he had become in a single afternoon. The power dynamic had shifted violently. He didn't fear her anymore. He knew her secrets. He and his friends had seen, and photographed, every inch of her. He had seen her at her most vulnerable, and he had enjoyed every second of it.

"Get out," she said quietly.

"Come on, don't be like that. Once the photos settle down, we can go back to normal."

"There is no normal," Beth replied, her voice gaining a cold, hard edge. "Every time I look at you, I'm going to remember that you watched those animals strip me, touch me. Every time you look at me, you're going to remember that you're a coward who needs a crowd to feel big."

Paul's smirk flickered. He opened his mouth to retort, but the look in Beth's eyes stopped him. It wasn't anger; it was a profound, echoing disgust.

"Get. Out."

Paul lingered for a second more, then turned and disappeared down the hallway.

Beth sank back against the pillows, the red T-shirt feeling like a shroud. Mike sat beside her, not touching her, just providing a silent, steady presence.

"What happens now?" he asked softly.

Beth looked at the phone again. The screen was still flickering with notifications. The world was continuing to laugh, and the laughter was a roar that drowned out everything else.

"Now," Beth whispered, closing her eyes, "I have to figure out how to live with the version of me that everyone else owns."

Outside, the party had finally ended. The house was quiet, save for the distant sound of cleaning-up occurring downstairs. But in the silence of her room, Beth could still feel the ghost of the nylon rope around her wrists and the cold, invasive gaze of a hundred strangers.

She reached over and turned the phone off, plunging the room into a darkness that felt, for the first time that evening, like a mercy.

The End

Well done! Thanks for a great story!