He strips you naked

"I want to get a good look at that body of yours," he said with a sneer. He forcefully took off my blouse, and threw it on the floor. Next came my bra. I tried to cover up my breasts, but he wouldn't allow me to. "Do you send your little school friend naked pics? I bet you do," he said as he removed my skirt. He looked down at my bushy mound. I hate to admit it, but it was glistening with my own arousal.

"Looks like somebody's a little wet and aroused," he chortled. "Now, for your punishment. Arms down at your sides, and turn slowly while I take pictures of you to send to your little school friend."

My face went flush with embarrassment. "No! Please don't do it!" I begged. "I'll do whatever you want. Just please don't take any pictures. Don't send any pictures."

"You are going to do whatever I want you to regardless. Now start turning around slowly." He held my phone up. ready to snap pictures. He gave me **** in the matter. All I could do was what he ordered me to do. I began to slowly turn my body around, with my arms at my sides. The phone's light flashed as he snapped photo after nude photo of me, and I began to cry. When he was satisfied, he sent the photos to my friend, and to himself. "Now let's see what he thinks of that beautiful body of yours."

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked through the tears.

"What kind of a question is that? Of course I think you're beautiful. I wouldn't bother with if I didn't think so." Soon there was a response from my friend on my phone. "Oh, look at this. He loves the pics. He wants to see more, but I think we'll cut him off for now." He texted back, "That's all for now. More will come L8R. G2G. XXXOOOXXXOOO..." Then he handed the phone back to me. '

I wasn't very happy about what he did. "Am I free to get dressed now? You've had your fun, and ruined my life." I was thinking about what my friend might do with those pics. Would he keep them to himself? Or would he show them around school? Sure, I'd sent him suggestive or provocative pics before, but nothing that would show him everything. I was humiliated at the thought of what might happen, but I also felt aroused by it.

"No, you can't put on your clothes yet," he commanded me. "There is a jungle growing in between your legs that needs some attention. But I will give you a choice. Do you want me to shave it off completely, or give it a nice trim?"