Amy - Losing Control - Chapter 6 01/19/26

[jojo12026]

Yes. I was able to read first part but no others

[Lisa_The_Brave_12]

A quick thank you to everyone's nice comments and patience. I had a bad case of writer's block and only little time on top, so this chapter took me some time. But hey, better late than never, am I right?

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this one just as much as the previous chapters and as always, let me know what you think. Even if it's criticism, dish it out - I can take it.

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Chapter 6 – A Step Too Far

The pool’s water streamed around Amy's small body, raising goosebumps across her skin. Every faint current that brushed against her made her shiver—not because she was cold. No, her entire body felt strangely warm, far more sensitive than usual.

At the same time, a dull numbness had settled over her. Val was gripping her wrist firmly, pulling her along. Amy had no real say in the matter—she could either follow or face the consequences. Val held all the power, and Amy knew it.

“Hey, no covering up, buttercup. Keep your hands down. You don’t want to fail the dare, do you?” Val warned her in a melodic tone.

She sounded playful, but Amy caught the veiled threat beneath it.

Slowly, Amy lowered her arm from where it had been covering her chest, painfully aware that her stiff nipples were now exposed to anyone daring enough to look.

“What will I have to do?” Amy asked timidly, already knowing she wouldn’t like the answer.

Val stopped and turned toward her, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

“Oh. Don’t worry too much about that. Judging by how much you enjoyed yourself a moment ago, I bet you’ll like what’s coming. You’re going to give them a show they’ll remember for a while,” Val said gleefully.

Amy wasn’t any wiser than before.

What does she mean by that? What show? Why would they remember?
Confusion churned inside her.

“Just do what I say and remember not to talk back,” Val’s eyes wandered slowly over Amy’s body. “You look so cute like that. The boys are going to love your new outfit,” she added with a giggle before tugging Amy forward again.

Val’s words only made Amy more aware of how little the tiny garment she wore actually covered.

Another shiver ran through her.

What is happening to me?

It felt like a bad dream—one where she had lost all control and could only observe. And yet she knew she was awake. Even though she was terrified of being exposed like this, she also felt something else, something conflicting… excitement.

The realization unsettled her. Being seen naked thrilled her—and she knew that was wrong. Or at least, naughty.

Val moved through the water quickly, never letting go of Amy. Soon they reached their destination, the other girls following close behind.

The small group of kids—including the boys from earlier— stood in a shallow area where the water barely reached Amy’s waist. Immediately, all eyes locked onto the almost-naked girl who had been dragged into the center of their attention.

Amy had no idea how to act. She felt their stares crawling over her skin, registering that they were openly ogling her exposed and naked chest. A tingling sensation spread all through her. Overwhelmed with shame, she couldn’t bring herself to look directly at anyone.

“Is that her?” the only girl in the group asked.

She was pretty, with a cute face and curly blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. From what Amy could tell, she looked older than the boys—maybe around sixteen or so.

One thing stood out immediately: she wasn’t tall, barely taller than the boys, but her ample chest strained against the red-and-white one-piece swimsuit she wore, standing out even more against her slender frame.

“Look! We told you. You owe each of us five bucks!” Mikey said, turning toward the girl.

She shot him an annoyed look. “Hold on. You said there’d be a naked girl. That’s not entirely true, is it?” She nodded toward Amy.

The group formed a loose half-circle in front of Amy, with Val and the other girls behind her. The boys looked visibly surprised that Amy wasn’t completely naked—they must have assumed the lost panties from earlier had belonged to her.

Amy noticed their gazes drifting downward.

The tiny pink triangle between her legs barely covered her most intimate area, feeling even smaller now than when she had first put it on. A strange mix of dread and anticipation rippled through her.

“Well, she’s at least half naked,” Mikey said.

“Yeah. Girls are supposed to cover themselves there. That counts as naked in my book,” Chris argued, pointing at Amy’s bare chest.

“They’re right, you know?” the fourth boy added, glancing at the girl. He looked older than Lenny, Mikey, and Chris.

“Shut up, Jack. We’ll talk about that later,” she snapped, then turned her attention to Amy. “What are you? Some kind of slut who likes showing off?”

Amy’s face burned.

“Her name’s Amy,” Val cut in smoothly. “And she likes going topless sometimes. What’s wrong with that?”

The older girl shrugged, with a smug smile on her face.

“Amy, huh? I’m Hope. I guess you already know these idiots,” she said, gesturing toward the boys. “And this douche is my brother, Jack.”

“Nice to meet you, Amy,” Jack said warmly, extending his hand.

Amy hesitated, then shook it. He seemed nice.

“We came over to ask you for a favor,” Val explained. “We have a little bet going, and we need neutral judges.”

“What’s the bet?” Hope asked, suddenly interested.

“Amy says she can do a handstand underwater and hold the splits for half a minute.”

Amy’s eyes widened.

She knew how to do handstands underwater—but dressed like this? The thought of spreading her legs like that in front of so many people, especially the boys, made her stomach twist. And she wasn’t even sure she could hold her breath for that long.

“What happens if she fails?” Jack asked.

Val paused, thinking. “You know what? If she fails, you get to decide her punishment.”

“Okay, we have a deal then!” Hope said, grinning at Amy. “How will we do it? What are the rules?”

“Simple. Amy gets three tries to complete a handstand underwater and do the splits. Time starts when her legs are like this,” Val said holding one of her forearms horizontally to the water.

“How do we tell how long she did it?” Jack asked.

“I guess each of you must count for yourself and then we’ll compare what you think was the time she managed to do. If the majority says she did the thirty seconds, she wins,” Val suggested.

With that question answered, Amy realized there was no way out. Val would make her humiliate herself in front of a bunch of kids. They were already visibly excited; even Hope watching with gleaming interest at Amy’s discomfort.

Emma noticed Amy’s nervousness, guilt flickering through her. If she wanted to be part of the group, there was no turning back. Still, she couldn’t ignore the strange thrill she felt watching Amy being pushed like this—and that realization unsettled her.

Amy turned toward Emma, silently pleading—but Val caught her and turned her away.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Val said. “Make space, everyone.”

They listened and formed a circle around Amy.

Amy’s thoughts raced, searching desperately for an escape she knew wouldn’t come.

She took several deep breaths—then one very big one—and dove beneath the water.

She wasted no time, knowing that counting started only when she was in the correct position. She flipped smoothly, planted her hands on the pool floor, and kicked her legs upward until her feet broke the surface.

Thankfully, Amy was quite skilled doing the handstand as she practiced them often in her family’s backyard.

She found her balance quickly, cold air brushing against the lower half of her body.

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the group. Everyone was in awe.

Amy’s legs stood straight out of the water—impressive, yes—but attention quickly shifted to what was now completely on display.

From behind, Hope and the boys saw Amy’s clenched butt cheeks, straining to hold the difficult position. If it wasn’t for the garments’ thin strings appearing at the very top of Amy’s butt and running around her waist, one might’ve thought she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

From the other side, the girls had a clear view of the tiny pink scrap of material wedged between Amy’s legs. It was barely even visible, covering the absolute minimum.

Laughter broke out— Val and her friends first, then the others. Even Emma, who still felt bad for her involvement in Val’s evil plan, couldn’t suppress a small giggle.

The garment offered almost no coverage. Most of Amy’s pubic mound was visible, along with a faint hint of blonde fuzz.

And then came the worst part – or best, depending on who you asked.

As everyone watched in anticipation, Amy slowly, careful not to lose her balance, began to open her legs.

She knew she had to hurry before she ran out of oxygen. Amy already felt the burn in her lungs, so she decided to not waste any more time and let her legs fall open.

For no more than a second Amy had achieved the desired pose with her legs completely horizontal to the water’s surface. But she then suddenly felt a rush of cold air hit her most vulnerable place, which startled her so much that she lost balance, toppled backward and splashed hard into the water.

As she resurfaced, gasping for air, the group erupted—some laughing hysterically, others staring in stunned silence.

Even in that brief second, everyone had seen far more than Amy would’ve ever felt comfortable to show.

As soon as she spread her legs more than a few inches, it became blatantly obvious that the small garment meant to cover her sex was not suited for this situation.

While the G-string managed to cover Amy’s slit when she stood with her legs closed, it failed the moment she went into the splits. Her flower opened noticeably, forcing the narrow fabric to slip into her crevice and reveal part of her inner workings—another glossy shade of pink now on full display.

The reactions differed only in detail. The girls had more or less expected something like this, while the boys were completely caught off guard—though their eyes went just as wide.

As Amy resurfaced, she already knew—from the sensation that had made her lose her balance—that she must have revealed more than she’d intended. Her face burned with even deeper embarrassment as she looked around and saw the unmistakable amusement on everyone’s faces.

“That was your first try. Not even two seconds,” Hope announced.

God, how am I supposed to last half a minute like that? Amy thought. She couldn’t imagine holding that position with everything on display. She turned toward Val, her expression openly pleading.



“Please, Val, I can’t do it. The panties you gave me are too small—everyone can see my… you know,” Amy whispered, begging.

Val took her by the shoulders and pulled her aside, away from the circle of kids surrounding her.

“Don’t be silly. If anyone can do it, it’s you. Besides, I can tell you like the attention from the boys, don’t you?” Val said quietly, for Amy’s ears only.

The truth was, Val wasn’t wrong. The strange warmth that had settled in Amy’s stomach during her exposure could only mean one thing: some part of her enjoyed it. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to run—to escape the situation entirely. And yet, a hidden force inside her urged her to stay.

“I’m so embarrassed. I don’t want them to see—I don’t want anyone to see me like this,” Amy whispered, more to herself than to Val.

“But it tingles inside, doesn’t it?” Val said, her voice surprisingly gentle.

Amy nodded, her face flushing at the humiliating admission.

“If it feels good, then it must be the right thing to do. Even if it’s embarrassing, you just have to push through it. Your body is telling you it wants to be seen,” Val said. She was making it up as she went, but it seemed to work—Amy’s frightened expression softened slightly.

“Please don’t tell anyone at school,” Amy pleaded, her heart pounding.

“Tell you what. Whether you do it or not, I promise I’ll never tell anyone from school about this. It’ll be our little secret. And after all this, we can hang out and have fun together. I think we could even be friends,” Val said, her smile carefully practiced and anything but genuine.

Amy felt a wave of relief wash over her. Her biggest fear—that Val and her friends would spread word of what they’d seen—eased under Val’s reassuring tone. The thought of possibly becoming friends with the most popular girl at school felt strangely wonderful.

“But what about my panties? When I… when I spread my legs, they slip inside my… vagina. And it feels strange, and everyone can see… everything,” Amy whispered, careful to keep her voice low.

“I know. You just have to own it,” Val replied casually.

“What do you mean?” Amy asked, confused.

“Here, let me help you,” Val said, stepping in close. Before Amy could react, she felt Val’s hands beneath the water, adjusting the tiny garment she was wearing.

Amy’s eyes widened as Val pulled the strip of fabric meant to cover her slit upward, until it was drawn completely inside, her outer lips closing around it. The resulting wedgie felt strange, but at the same time Amy felt a sharp, electric jolt radiate from the small nub at the top of her crevice as the G-string pressed against it.

“There. This way you won’t have to worry about it anymore,” Val said, her eyes smiling at Amy. “You really are cute, you know—especially when you’re all embarrassed like that.”

Amy blushed. Why was Val being so nice to her? It felt strange, but she couldn’t deny that she liked being called cute, even if it came from her almost paralyzing embarrassment.

“So, will you try the splits again?” Val asked.

Amy still didn’t feel comfortable—especially with the way the fabric now pressed inside her—but the strange excitement in her tummy had grown stronger. After a moment, she slowly nodded.

“Alright,” Val said, grabbing Amy again and pushing her back toward the group.

“What did you do—make out?” Hannah joked, well aware that Val wasn’t exactly honest about her supposed straight orientation. Her gaydar always went off whenever Val denied it.

“You wish, lesbo. Nobody made out with anyone. I just gave Amy a few tips,” Val shot back, sounding oddly defensive.

“Sure you did,” Hannah replied with a wink.

“So are we doing this or not?” Hope asked, clearly irritated by all the talking.

Amy found herself back in the center of the small circle, once again the focus of everyone’s attention. She knew that what she was about to do would put her most private parts on full display. Doing this in front of the girls was bad enough—but having the boys there made it even worse.

The more she thought about what she was about to do, the more nervous she became—and at the same time, the stronger that familiar tingling deep inside her grew.

Her heart raced, and she felt short of breath. Forcing herself to focus, Amy slowed her breathing, closed her eyes, and carefully went over each step in her mind.

Inhale deep — dive — hands to the bottom — feet up — find balance — spread legs — hold.

Amy then did exactly that. She took a deep breath before submerging herself, diving the short distance to place her hands on the pool floor. With a smooth motion, she kicked her feet straight up out of the water, finding her balance almost instantly.

She knew she was doing well so far. All she had to do now was—

The others, especially the boys, watched in stunned silence. This time, Amy’s back was turned toward Val, Emma, Hannah, and Amber, while Hope and the boys had a clear view of her front.

Hope’s mouth—and the boys’ as well—hung wide open. The thin strip of pink fabric pulled deep into Amy’s folds did nothing to preserve her modesty, leaving her vaginal lips clearly visible, glistening between her closed legs.

Then Amy’s legs slowly parted, revealing even more of what had once been private. The deeper she moved into the split, the more her body opened as well—and she could feel it, the rush of cool air brushing against her heated opening.

This time, Amy forced herself to ignore the urge to close her legs. She kept her balance and managed to bring them nearly parallel to the water’s surface. She had no awareness of what was happening around her.

For a brief moment, everyone froze. Now the girls, too, could see just how much of Amy was exposed.

“Look, you can see her… her…” Chris stammered.

“Her vagina!” Lenny blurted out.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Hope scoffed. “We can all see her—no need to state the obvious.”

“Technically, that’s not the vagina,” Jack added calmly. “That’s the vulva. The vagina is internal. You can see the opening, though.”

No one had expected a comment like that from the older boy—especially not the girls. The other boys burst into laughter almost immediately, and the girls soon followed. Hope and Jack, however, both flushed with embarrassment: Hope at being corrected by a boy about her own anatomy, and Jack at thinking the laughter was directed at him, even though it wasn’t.

Amy counted the seconds in her head. Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four. Her entire body strained to hold the position. Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven. Her lungs burned as the need for air grew desperate. Just a few more seconds, she told herself. Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. She’d done it. Still, she forced herself to hold the split a little longer, just to be sure she hadn’t miscounted. The urge to breathe was overwhelming—just a moment more, just a few extra seconds.

“Hey, listen. Let’s just tell her she held it for the full thirty seconds. I’ve got an idea—and I think you’re going to love it,” Hope said. She hadn’t been counting at all, and neither had the boys beside her. Everyone’s attention had been fixed on Amy’s exposed body.

With a loud splash, Amy’s legs dropped back into the water, and a second later she surfaced with a sharp gasp for air.

“Did I do it?” she asked, still a little disoriented.

“Yes—well done, Amy!” Val exclaimed as she swam over and, to everyone’s surprise, pulled the almost-naked girl into a tight hug. Amy felt her exposed nipples press against Val’s body, the contact sending an unexpected shiver through her.

“We’re so proud of you,” Val said, still holding Amy close.

“Th-thanks,” Amy replied, blushing at the sudden affection.

“Yeah, that was actually really impressive, right, Emma?” Amber added.

“Oh—uh, yeah. Definitely. That was pretty cool,” Emma said, knowing she had to agree.

“We liked what we saw too, didn’t we?” Jack added, glancing at Lenny, Mikey, and Chris.

A few seconds passed without a response. Jack reached out and gave Lenny a light slap on the back of the head.

“Hey! Oh—uh, yeah. That was awesome,” Lenny said at last, rubbing his head.

“Yeah!” Mikey and Chris agreed in unison.

Amy felt her face heat up once more. She was painfully aware that nothing had been left to the imagination, yet no one seemed to be laughing at her, which brought a small sense of relief.

“Wait a second,” Hope cut in, a clear smirk on her face. “That dare wasn’t exactly challenging. If it’s supposed to expose her, shouldn’t she have to do it without that thing she’s wearing?”

“Alright, Amy, what do you think? One more dare,” Val said, her voice bubbling with glee. “Just hand over the panties and prove you’ve got nothing to hide.”

Amy felt lightheaded. She was still slightly out of breath, and now that girl—Hope—wanted her to expose herself completely. The tingling in her belly intensified, leaving her just as excited as she was terrified.

She knew she wasn’t in a position to argue. All she could do was nod weakly and accept what was coming. Val held out her hand expectantly, signaling for Amy to hand over the pink G-string.

Reluctantly, Amy slid the strings of her only remaining clothing down, the fabric still caught between her folds. It came free with a small tug, and she stepped out of the flimsy garment. Trying not to think too much about it, she handed the balled-up G-string to Val.

“Perfect!” Val said, taking it from Amy and handing it to Hannah.

“But this time we’re doing things a little differently,” she continued with a wide grin. “You get to choose one person for support—and it has to be a boy. Whoever you pick decides how long you have to hold the position, and you only get one try. Best part is, no matter what happens, you have to hold the splits. Got it?”

Once again, Amy could only nod in defeat. Her whole body trembled at the thought of what was about to happen, even though she wasn’t letting herself think too deeply about it.

“Good. So who will it be?” Val asked.

Amy looked around, meeting four wide, eager smiles. Every one of the boys clearly hoped to be chosen. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she said, “Jack.” Probably because he’d been the kindest to her so far.

A loud “ooooo” rippled through the group, making both Amy and Jack blush.

“Alright, Amy,” Val said. “The signal that you’ve completed the dare will be a pinch from Jack. Until he does, you have to hold the splits—no matter what happens. Just stand in front of him and start whenever you’re ready. And Jack, you’re allowed to help her keep the pose.”

Amy’s heart pounded wildly as her thoughts spiraled. She was about to expose herself in the most humiliating way she could imagine, and yet the idea sent a surge of excitement through her.

Slowly, she moved into position in front of Jack while the others gathered around them. At least this way, she told herself, no one else would be able to see exactly what she was about to do.

She looked up at Jack, who was standing very close to her now. He looked down at the much shorter girl, and she blushed deeply. Catching the embarrassment on her face, Jack smiled at her, and Amy shyly returned it, feeling a small flutter in her tummy. Jack was good-looking, and Amy couldn’t deny that she found him kind of cute, too.

Jack also thought that Amy was very cute, not only the way she blushed, but also her stiff little nipples, which stood proudly from her small chest. The water was far too blurry to make out much at all, but he could see that Amy was now truly naked, well except the pink wrist and ankle bands she still wore.

“Don’t worry. I think you’re amazing for doing this,” Jack whispered, trying to reassure her.

“Thanks,” Amy whispered back, quickly averting her eyes.

It took every bit of courage she had, but Amy slowly began taking deeper breaths. When she finally drew in the biggest one yet, she dipped beneath the surface, diving down for a third time.

Once again, she inverted her body, searching for a stable spot to place her hands. She found the pool floor quickly and kicked her legs up into the air. Balance came easily this time—especially when Jack’s hands settled at her waist, steadying her almost immediately.

Not wanting to hesitate, Amy chose the rip-off-the-Band-Aid approach and let her legs drop outward without giving herself time to overthink it.

“Oh. My. God,” Hope breathed, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. She couldn’t believe a girl would so openly expose herself like that in front of everyone.

“Okay, listen up—we don’t have much time. Everyone get closer,” Val ordered as the group shuffled in. She took Jack’s wrists and guided his hands from Amy’s waist to the insides of her thighs, close to her crotch. “The rest of you, put your hands on her legs and gently stroke up and down. Just don’t tickle her too much.”

Everyone immediately followed Val’s instructions. Amy felt Jack’s hands leave her waist and slide to her inner thighs; his fingers just inches from her most intimate place. A small tremor of pleasure ran through her strained legs.

When she felt more hands moving along her legs, Amy almost snapped them shut on instinct, but at the last second she forced herself to hold the position.

Suddenly, another pair of hands joined the ones already moving along her outstretched legs. This time, they settled on Amy’s buttocks, squeezing and kneading them firmly. She didn’t realize they belonged to Emma, who—at Val’s instruction—had moved in front of her to massage her from behind.

“Good,” Val said with a pleased smile. “Now let’s see how far we can take this. Jack, open her up a little more—you know… down there.”

Jack already had a boner, pretty much since Amy had approached them but now, he was rock hard looking down at the naked girl’s bare charms right in front of him.

“Are you sure?” he asked nervously.

“Yeah, just do it. She’ll like it, trust me,” Val said.

With trembling fingers Jack let his hands slide closer together, touching the very edge of Amy’s puffy labia.

The sight was intoxicating. The teenage boy’s arousal skyrocketed. He has never seen a naked girl in real live other than the occasional glimpse of his sister whenever she changed or showered and he managed to spy on her.

His hands now framed Amy’s glistening sex. Its puffy lips, engorged with arousal, bulged out like two small mountain ridges in a landscape. The whole area was visibly reddened in comparison to the rest of her perfectly pale skin. The finest bit of blonde hair – almost invisible - surrounded Amy’s pussy. The pubic mound grew a bit more of it, forming a small patch of thicker, darker fuzz.

In the very center of everything: Amy’s visibly aroused clit, sitting atop the slightly parted slit. The protective hood wasn’t able to hold the little pearl back anymore.

Close to his thumbs Amy’s puckered anus twitched with every new sensation. And somehow Jack even found Amy’s most dirty place cute. The way it winked at him was almost amusing.

Amy suddenly panicked when she felt the set of fingers, which must’ve been Jack’s, meet her outer labia and pull them apart. She felt them open slowly, cold air hitting her most intimate opening.

But at the same time the soothing and pleasant touches on her legs calmed her enough to not freak out. Amy was sure that everyone had an unobstructed view of her inner workings now.

Suddenly, she felt something press against the small of her back. Then again. And finally, whatever it was stayed there, warm and unfamiliar, pushing lightly against her. Amy couldn’t make sense of it, her thoughts growing hazy as she realized she was running out of air. Her lungs were starting to burn again.

“Jack, rub her like that,” Val said, instructing him by demonstrating the desired movement with her index and middle finger. She told him to put them right next to Amy’s clit on both sides and rub them around in a circular motion, trapping her sensitive nub in between them.

Jack was like on autopilot. His heart raced with excitement. This was so unexpected, so unbelievably unique. The way he felt the smooth skin of Amy’s sex radiate heat on his fingertips and the way her clit throbbed with every of her heartbeats. He even felt it get more engorged as his fingers kept on moving against it.

Amy was on cloud nine. She was like a loaded spring ready to explode in all directions. This feeling has been building up inside her since she was made to expose her naked chest and the different reactions from strangers that had followed.

Then she had unwillingly lost her already very revealing panties, which had rendered her naked in public. Then there was the episode with the jet that had brought her to the brink of orgasm. Amy has been led to a point of deep embarrassment and great pleasure multiple times. Amy has been brought to the point of no return – almost.

Suddenly... Jack’s fingers were pulled away. Amy’s head was screaming in desperation.

Nooooo! Why again?

Amy didn’t notice it at that moment, but she was bucking her hips in a desperate attempt to find something to stimulate her, the desired release.

Then, without warning, a sharp pain. It’s epicenter, Amy’s highly stimulated clit. And everything exploded. Amy’s whole body stiffened and began to convulse in an uncontrolled manner. None of her limbs listened to her anymore, and she began to see stars before everything quickly went black.

Jack was watching the events unfold right in front of his eyes. While he’d been administering the massage to Amy’s most sensitive place, Hope, his sister, had been standing right next to him.

She was just as amazed by what she was seeing but she realized that the girl her brother was effectively jerking off would have to get some air soon. Amy was under water for at least a whole minute already, and Hope didn’t want the girl to drown.

She realized that she had to be the responsible one and looking for a place to pinch the girl she suddenly had a bright idea.

Without a word she reached over and pulled Jack’s hand off Amy’s pussy. Her brother was very surprised but unable to fend his sister off before she did the unimaginable.

Hope, who had let her cruel side take control for a second, grabbed Amy’s prominently erect clit between her thumb and index finger before giving it a firm pinch. She didn’t mean to seriously hurt Amy, nor did she try to set her off the way she did.

Suddenly, Amy was thrashing around, and everyone saw the way her whole crotch cramped in repeated waves of pleasure. This went on for some very intense moments of struggle to hold Amy’s legs in position before the group had to let go of her.

But then something alarming happened.

Everyone expected Amy to resurface, but instead her body went slack beneath the water. For a heartbeat, no one moved—frozen in shock, unable to process what was happening.

A loud splash broke the paralysis as someone rushed into the pool to help pull Amy out. Emma immediately recognized their swim coach, Ms. Hendrix, who had seen Amy lose consciousness and reacted within seconds.

“She’s breathing,” Ms. Hendrix said, to everyone’s relief.

More people crowded around as two lifeguards hurried over to assist. Moments later, Amy stirred, coughing as she expelled the water she’d swallowed.

Disoriented, she barely registered the growing crowd around her, some murmuring in confusion about the naked girl, though most were focused solely on her condition.

One of the lifeguards returned with a large red towel to cover Amy, but Ms. Hendrix stopped her. “No, she doesn’t need that,” she said calmly. “She’s a practicing nudist, and covering her would go against her beliefs.”

Amy was in no condition to contradict her, so the visibly confused lifeguard hesitated, then took the towel back. With Emma’s help, Ms. Hendrix guided Amy to her feet, though she was clearly exhausted and barely able to stand on her own.

“Are you her parent?” another lifeguard asked.

“No, but I’m her swim coach, and I can contact her mother,” Ms. Hendrix replied. “I’ll take responsibility for her.”

Seemingly satisfied, the lifeguard began dispersing the crowd.

“Don’t worry, Amy,” Ms. Hendrix said gently. “I’ll make sure you’re okay. I think it’s best if I take you to my place first and then call your mom.”

About ten minutes later, Amy sat in the back seat of Ms. Hendrix’s car, with Emma beside her, holding her hand. Emma felt a wave of guilt as she looked over at her friend, who was still drained and curled up against the window.

Parts of her still glistened with wetness; her hair still damp. And her body completely bare, even the bands around her wrists and ankles were now gone.


Valerie - The Queen Bee

[Hooked6]

Loved the "Splits" dare and Hope and Valerie make a good pair as they seem to possess the same dominate traits that they put to good use on poor little Amy.

I must admit, I felt bad for Amy practically drowning at the hands of her so-called friends. It was a good thing her swim coach came to Amy's rescue in the nick of time.

Nice chapter. Looking forward to the next installment.

Hooked6


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[Somebody]

Really excellent.

[Neverborn]

Yes. I was able to read first part but no others

I checked all 11 chapters and they worked for me. I just scrolled to the comments at the bottom and clicked the reply title for each chapter i wanted. (clicking links does work on these archives)

There are more files in the story folder than there are chapters, each reader reply is its own file. But all 11 are there and working. Maybe you got a bad download?

[DDuck]

Great story. I hope you get time to continue it soon. Thanks.