Nancy stays in camp

Nancy looked down at her stomach as it rumbled loudly. She barely had energy left to stand, let alone run around naked.

Resigned to her fate, Nancy shuffled over to the mess tent, her mouth already salivating at the smells wafting towards her.

Joining the queue, Nancy's skin crawled as she felt someone breathing down her neck from behind, and a coarse hand squeezing her buttocks, quickly withdrawing before she could turn around and face her molester.

When Nancy reached the front of the queue, she realised with dread that her hands were required. Which meant exposing herself.

The nude girl had no time to deliberate, as the queue behind her was growing restless.

Her shoulders cried out with joy as Nancy dropped her hands and clutched a tray between her fingers. She tried to be polite and engaging with the chefs, but they had no intention of reciprocating; their eyes were glued firmly to her bare breasts.

With her tray now full, Nancy headed for a quiet corner...which involved walking past half of the camp in the process.

She almost broke down again as wolf whistles reverberated around the tent, along with vulgar remarks about how her small breasts bounced as she walked.

Like I need reminding, Nancy thought to herself...she was fully aware of how unrestrained her boobs were without the lewd comments, thanks!

Nancy placed her metal tray down on the metal table and awkwardly chambered onto the metal bench. Crossing her legs and placing one arm back across her chest, she began to eat one-handed, her reflection visible from every surface. She shuffled her butt, trying to gain more comfort in her posture: but a hard, metallic surface is uncompromising on bare buttocks.

The brunette closed her eyes as the rich food fell down her throat and filled her aching stomach. Hot, sticky grease dribbled out of her mouth and trickled down her chin, splashing onto the forearm protectively holding her chest.

Nancy instinctively wiped her face, but squealed when she realised that she had let her breasts fall free. She crossed her arms over her chest and made to duck under the table, but as she did so, she accidently caught her tray, sending it flying.

Most of the chaos missed her, but as Nancy was pulling her knees up to her chest, she felt juice dripping from her hair, and cold water clinging to her back.

"Nancy, get out from under there," a kindly voice instructed as the laughter died away.

"No!"

"Miss Wheeler, you're making yourself look very silly and unprofessional."

"I don't care!" Nancy wailed, rocking backwards and forwards and hugging her knees tightly. "I'm not coming out until I get some clothes!"

"I don't have any clothes to spare unfortunately, but if you come out and finish your supper, maybe we can find you something."

It was the only offer of assistance Nancy had received all day, so she shyly emerged, red faced and mortified, and resumed her seat.

A kindly woman sat opposite her, blocking her from view and keeping her eyes locked on Nancy's face.

They chatted while Nancy ate, and by the time she was full and her thirst quenched, she had almost forgotten about her nakedness.

Almost.

xxx

Yawning, Nancy flopped down onto the camp bed as the kindly lady peered in through the tent flap.

Nancy was so humiliated, exhausted and cold that she had declined to join the evening's activities and had taken up the offer of a safe, comfy bed.

It had been a long time since Nancy had been camping, but as she settled down on the bed, memories from her childhood came flooding back.

"I'm just three tents down if you need anything."

When she was alone, Nancy curled up into the fetal position, rubbing her sides and shivering.

She wasn't surprised that she hadn't been given so much as a blanket. These creeps were clearly enjoying her humiliation and wanted to keep her nude as long as possible.

Nancy rolled over as she heard sounds of distant laughter.

Sneaking out when everyone had finally gone to bed would allow her to escape further humiliation.

But the kind lady had said she would be given clothes the next day. She had been nothing but nice to Nancy...but could she really be trusted? Was this just another way they were torturing her? Dangling her heart's desire in front of her, but out of reach?

Nancy sobbed quietly to herself. The end of this nightmare could be very close. Or it could be nowhere in sight.