A group of boys arrived and walked up to the house.

I was suddenly blinded by powerful beams of light, and despite not being able to see anything, I could hear the telltale signs of a car pulling up and the handbrake squealing as it was engaged.

I got up to run away, but Cameron and Jennifer grabbed me by the arms and held me in place.

"Hey, is that her? She really is naked!" That sounded like a boy! The headlights shut down, allowing me to say the person speaking, and it was not a boy I recognized, next to him was another boy, both seemed the same age as Amanda and the girls.

"Yup, that's our English teacher, she's a bit of a pervert, which makes it super easy to strip her and make her do whatever we want." Amanda struck another blow to my ego with that introduction, I winced, especially knowing my naked state and the humiliating things written on my body.

I was finally let into the house and sat down on the couch, the two boys, Robert and Michael, sat on either side of me and sandwiched me.

"So can we really do anything we want to her?" I nearly fell off the couch hearing this, and I immediately objected.

"Whoa whoa, I agreed to do what you girls asked, but don't you think this is a bit too much?" I was panicking, for some reason the thought of letting these two young men who I just met even so much as touch me made me tingly, even though my brain was screaming bloody **** not to let it happen, I felt a pang of shame at how easily that thought unbalanced me.

"Erica, be honest, you don't really have much of social life, right? As one of the girls, I just thought you'd appreciate the gesture." Amanda adopted the same motherly sneer Lisa would often take.

"And your solution is to just call a couple of guys to have their way with me? A bit ****, don't you think?" I was starting to build up steam, I felt genuine anger, or at least, I thought I was before I saw all three girls look puzzled at me.

"Not... Not really?" Cameron shrugged, Jennifer was a bit confused, as if all of this wasn't that big of a deal, and of course, Amanda had a smug "see?" look on her face.

I was speechless, my eyes darted between all of the people in the room, looking for any support to what I thought was common sense, none came back to me.

"Tell you what, Erica, Jenni here is probably the least social of us all," I looked over at Jenni, who was now sporting an embarrassed blush at Amanda's words "we'll have a little competition, just by answering a few questions to prove you're more socially active than Jennifer, every time you win, I'll let you have a piece clothing back while Jenni takes one off."

I knew where this was going, there was always a catch to these games that Lisa and Amanda pulled on me, and their outcome was often predetermined.

"But every time you lose, I'll let the boys have a little more freedom with you, if you're not on your hands and knees by the end of the game, I'll even delete the video I just took."