Halfdan's movie night

Every so often, Halfdan booked out the Pinkwhistle movie theatre.

All his favourite girls had to attend. Nude, of course. They had to leave their houses naked, walk through the streets naked, queue up outside the theatre naked, and take their seats naked. Around two hundred of them.

(Halfdan, of course, had the power to psychically magnify feelings of shame and embarrassment, and used it constantly, to keep his red-faced pretty pets in a state of perma-blush. Just thought you ought to know.)

Once the last of the squirming nudie cuties had taken their seats in the crowded theatre, filling every last chair, tentacles would emerge from the armrests and underneath the rows to bind each girl in place. Then, the show would start.

The naked girls would watch themselves, suffering at Halfdan's tentacles. A highlight reel of his greatest pranks. Susie's depantsing. Ruby's skirt lifting. Megan's undressing. Anne-Marie's beauty contest. Peggy's moment in the spotlight. Bonnie's prison lesbian gang bang. That one time the cheerleader team had their panties stolen on the night of the big game, and the other time they all had to dance naked on live TV in front of their rivals at Greenvalley High.

They watched themselves, and their friends, and their neighbours, and their enemies, and women they only vaguely knew, and the Mayor, get stripped and teased and fucked and conquered and publicly humiliated. All at Halfdan's whim.

And as they watched, the tentacles began to tease them. Coming out of nowhere, out of holes in reality. Slipping between their legs. Teasing their nipples. Playing with their clits. And, for that one last little bit of added humiliation, even slipping right up between their lovely bare buttocks to fuck the girls' cute little asses.

Yes, all the Pinkwhistle girls had to sit there in the movie theatre, watching a highlight reel of the most humiliating moments of their lives, listening to their own squeals, watching themselves blush and wriggle, hearing the crowd's recorded laughter at their expense. While Halfdan fucked their pussies and their asses, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

Soon enough, the squeals and howls of outrage gave way to sighs and moans of reluctant pleasure. Halfdan was very good at fucking girls. He played their lovely bodies like two hundred fiddles, keeping them on the edge, forcing them right up to the brink of orgasm and holding them there, cupping their breasts and stroking their nipples, making them gasp in shameful delight, recorded squeals from the film show mingling with real ones from the audience. The pleasure-torture went on and on, a tentacular orgy, the girls writhing in their seats, eyes glued too the horrible, hot spectacle on screen as their own moment of climax came closer and closer...

Until, suddenly, the lights came on. And the naked girls weren't in the theatre any more. They were in a concert hall. On stage. Where the orchestra should be. All still bound into their chairs.

Looking out a packed auditorium, full up to the balconies. Thousands of people, friends and strangers and celebrities and journalists with television cameras. The student body of Greenvalley High, Pinkwhistle's most hated rival, were packed into the first three rows, whooping and cheering the Pinkwhistle girls on.

The naked Pinkwhistle girls. Peggy Jackson, Nina Reyes, Anne-Marie, Susie and Bonnie and so on and so forth. All of them tied to their chairs with their legs spread, their sweat-slicked bodies gleaming in the lights, their hair clinging to their necks and shoulders. Their nipples hard, their boobs jiggling, their pussies dripping wet. Each one clearly visible under the brilliant lights, to every single person in the audience, all the way back to the farthest corner of the highest balcony. Halfdan had very carefully set it up so it worked.

He gave them a long moment to bask in the attention, feeling the heat of the spotlights of their skin, hearing every last jeer and cheer and wolf-whistle and cry of "Nice tits!" He might even have used a little bit of time magic to make the poor naked Pinkwhistle girls feel like that one moment lasted a hundred years, and a little bit of emotion magic to make their feelings of utter nude shame and mortification a hundred times worse. Who's to say?

Then, slowly, he started to fuck the girls' asses again.

"EEEEEEEK!"

"AAAAAAHH!"

"STOOOOOOP!"

"NOOOOOOOO!"

But Halfdan didn't stop. Instead, every last one of the Pinkwhistle girls had to sit there with her legs spread, pussy on display, tits bouncing, helplessly wriggling in the spotlight as all their favourite celebrities and their utterly despised Greenvalley rivals laughed hysterically at the spectacle of them all getting their cute little asses fucked. Halfdan was patient, slowly working them over, driving them all to a fever pitch of embarrassment, choosing the exact psychological moment when it would be most agonising to...

start fucking their pussies again.

"MMMMMMMMM!"

"AAHHHHHHHHH!"

"YEEEEEESSSSSSS!"

"OH MY GOD! OH! OH HALFDAN YOU'RE THE BEST!"

And one hundred and ninety-nine beautiful women screamed at the top of their lungs in thunderous, crashing, very public orgasm. While the rapidly thrusting pseudopod was yanked away from Susie's perfect pussy, just before she could cum.

All the lights went out.

A spotlight flickered on. Aimed at Susie. Lifted by tentacles, her chair began slowly to rise into the air. Her eyes went wide and her face glowed a brilliant red as she realised she was now the sole centre of attention. Thousands of people, including all the boys from her school, her favourite mystery writer, that actress she had a huge crush on and all those evil smirking bitches from Greenvalley, all looking directly at her. Nudging each other and giggling.

The chair fell away. Susie was hoisted aloft, tentacles wrapping around her, gripping her arms and legs and waist, making sure to cover absolutely nothing of interest. Her pale skin glowed in the spotlight. The cameras caught every last bit of her, not missing a single detail.

She heard a voice. A woman's voice, elegant, sing-song, mocking. Dripping with amused contempt. Reading excerpts from her diary.

"Hi, diary. Susie Snook again. Touched myself this morning. Thought about Bonnie while I did it. She's so pretty. I fantasised about kissing her nipples while I rubbed my clit with two fingers, the way I really like..."

A tentacle took hold of her wrist. Guiding her hand down between her spread legs.

Susie bit her lip as she realised something. She was being given a chance. A chance to do something she hadn't been allowed to do in weeks. Maybe months. If she passed this up, right now, she might never be allowed to do it again.

But.

But everyone was watching. Thousands of people.

"I love playing with my wet pussy so much," said the voice, putting a little sting into the tone. "God, I'd just die if anyone knew how much I do it. I accidentally saw Anne-Marie in the shower yesterday, and I had to race right home..."

She couldn't do it.

Only a really, really naughty girl would do... that in public. There was no way Susie Snook was going to do it!

But.

She was horny. She was so unbelievably, uncontrollably fucking horny. And she just knew that if she didn't do it now, Halfdan was never going to let her do it ever, ever again.

He wanted her to choose to do it. He wanted everyone to know that she'd done it of her own free will.

Susie whimpered in shame, feeling the heat of thousands of eyes on her skin, hearing mocking laughter and cries of "Naughty girl!". For one long last moment she was able to resist the temptation. Then, her hand drifted to her pussy, almost of its own accord.

She couldn't believe how wet she was.

She began to massage her clit with two fingers, as the audience burst into ribald laughter and applause, chanting "Touch yourself, loser!" and "This is going in the yearbook." Her whole body quivered with humiliation, burning from head to toe. Her toes curled. She looked down, directly into the laughing faces of the leering crowd, seeing each cruel smile and each gazing eye. Her fingers stroked, faster and faster. Her heart pounded. Just one more stroke...

And the tentacles snatched her hand away.

"No you don't, you naughty girl," said the mocking female voice. Susie, so embarrassed and frustrated she almost felt like she was about to cry, was spread-eagled in the air, cameras zooming in on her delightfully red-cheeked and pathetic expression to capture it live for the folks at home. "Doing that in public! How dare you! Bad girls like you need to be punished!"

And, before Susie could even complain, a strong flat-sided tentacle came down on her pert little bottom, making the poor nerdy girl howl in surprise and stinging bare-assed agony. The crowd cheered their lungs out as Halfdan began to give her the spanking of a lifetime. An appropriate punishment. After all, nobody had given Susie permission to cum.

Below, in the shadows, the other Pinkwhistle girls squealed in discomfort as the bottoms dropped out of their seats, and more flat-sided tentacles made contact with their unprotected buttocks. Eyes watered, muscles tensed, lips were bitten as Bonnie, Peggy and the rest of the girls were spanked along with Susie, suffering in synchronisation as the paddles lashed against their naked backsides. It stung! It hurt! It burnt!

Bonnie yelped, Peggy howled, Nina thrashed against the tentacles that held her. But there was no escape. All two hundred stark naked, well fucked and still quite horny Pinkwhistle girls had to sit in place and suffer through an extremely hard group spanking, administered with relish by an evil tentacle creature with a perverted sense of humour and total control over every aspect of their lives.

And the night was still young.

Halfdan had concocted a very cruel, very personal public humiliation for each and every last one of them. Each Pinkwhistle girl was going to have her moment in the spotlight, naked and utterly ashamed, her most intimate secrets exposed, her reputation dragged through the mud for the sadistic entertainment of every last person in the entire world. More or less. And he was going to give them some very hot red bottoms while they waited for their turn.