On a 7-9, Hold 1.

Lily didn't have long to contemplate the sudden revelations that her life was ruined as her phone began to ring on the counter nearby. Broken and tired, she picked up the phone answering it with a nearly monotone reaction, "Hello?"

The voice on the other side was low and gravelly but familiar; it was Coach Johnson. Lily's heart sank knowing that she was still within his grasp, the grasp of one of the men who had defiled her body across the internet, "You've seen the video. Your reputation has been sullied, your body claimed. If you don't want to become whore we pass around on the street, you will do what I say."

"I-I'll do it," Lily stammered her will too shattered to try and resist.

"Good, put the outfit on in the closet. You will take the subway down to Fifth Street," the voice replied evenly. "You will walk down the street alone. We'll find you."

Slowly, Lily complied with the order after hanging up the phone. She walked over to the closet stripping out of her ruined attire hoping against hope that her new outfit would offer more coverage. Dismay crossed her face, the new outfit was a sky blue princess dress made of a silky-satin material with white frilled trim. It came complete with a petticoat that was longer than the hilariously short skirt. A transparent frontloader bra was included that could hide beneath the puff ball sleeves while set of shimmering silk panties offered the closest thing to modesty out of the entire outfit. No shoes were present leaving her to wear the clear stilettos that had been **** onto her earlier.

Outside, Lily was greeted by the harsh light of day as she pranced towards the subway station. The skirt bounced up and down exposing her panties to every passerby drawing murmurs and the occasional photograph. Her cheeks burned a bright crimson at the thought of more men posting pictures of her online to be viewed by every creep in the world. The stairs were worse as she went down allowing everyone to see straight up her skirt at the already soaking panties. It was boggling her mind but some broken part of her was turned on by this.

The train was packed with people, and Lily was **** into close proximity with men crushing her on all sides. Finally, she was free to relax. Lily lowered her arms and took a deep breath trying to calm her racing heart. Her panties were soaked through and anyone who even glanced at her would be able to make out the outline of her perfect lower lips.

Suddenly, a hand reached down and began to fondle her ass causing Lily's spine to go rigid and cunt to warm, shattering her center of calm.