Lucy runs away

Lucy wanted to scream in shame, but the humiliating knowledge that making a sound would only draw even more attention to her naked plight caused the sound to get stuck in her slender throat. A bright red blush rapidly spread from the top of her head to her bare toes as she frantically looked around in mortified panic at the sea of faces all around her.

Lucy couldn’t move, but her pleading eyes glanced from face to face and she whimpered in growing horror that every single person she looked at seemed to be smirking or smiling back at her. The naked brunette expected disgusted gasps or even anger from some… even someone to step forward with concern to help her… but no one did, they just stood as though they were enjoying her predicament.

“Please… Does anyone have any clothes I can borrow?” Lucy begged helplessly, expecting somehow that someone would offer her their coat at least. But no one moved. Lucy whipped her head around in anxious, frustrated confusion, her fear growing with every passing beat of her heart.

“Please…?”

The naked girl squeaked at her uncaring audience, just wanting the ground to open up beneath her or to wake up somehow from this nightmare. Lucy knew she couldn’t stay here and she couldn’t go back to her dorm either… she was locked out like this… To her horror she realised her only hope was that she could somehow make it all the way to Max’s like this… like she could somehow cross the entire town naked…

With a panicked moan the adrenaline flushed nude turned and fled, her bare feet padding lightly on the asphalt of the road as she sprinted across the intersection. Car horns blared in her ears as Lucy reluctantly withdrew her hand from her glistening pussy, palming at her breasts instead in a vain attempt to maintain some modesty while still able to run.

She tried not to think about the dozens if not hundreds of people that could see every inch of her nakedness as she hurried down the sidewalk. The wind continued to dance across her bare skin, her auburn hair bouncing with every stride and Lucy barely felt the slight chill as the burning red heat of her embarrassment kept her warm.

At the nape of her neck the little tag of her collar bounced and tinkled with every step, a constant humiliating reminder of its presence. Lucy whimpered and closed her eyes, praying she’d wake up from this awful dream any second.

Terrified that some crowd might be following her and just **** to hide to stop and think, the naked girl ducked off of the main road and down a quiet residential street, hurrying as far down as she dare before she slipped between a parked car and a delivery truck and dropped to her haunches. Heart pounding and lungs bursting, Lucy poked her head out to glance back down the sidewalk, checking the coast was clear.

When she was sure she was alone Lucy slumped back, letting out a little moan of frustration as her tiny little fists balled up and she beat weakly against the bumper of truck. She couldn’t get the faces of the people that had seen her out of her head… the way they had all just stared at her…

“Why me… God, why me?!”

Lucy reached up and tugged at the collar locked around her neck, wrestling with the unyielding leather until her fingers hurt and the naked girl gave up with another groan of defeat.

Her focus entirely on the strip of leather around her neck, Lucy didn’t hear the sound of someone approaching until they spoke, sending the helpless nude girl yelping and sprawling out in surprise...