Meanwhile...

Zoe Walker was not having a good day. Yesterday she had sat down in her room to study after getting back from soccer practice only to overhear her older brother's girlfriend moaning through the wall as he railed her, and as usual in such cases Zoe had been tossing and turning all night afterwards trying to forget about it. She would have just stayed in bed trying to catch up on her sleep if not for her parents forcing her to go to school, only to get to class and have her teacher nag her about dozing off. At least she had PE in second period to wake her up a bit, but even that was ruined as soon as she saw that redheaded cheerleader.

For whatever reason, the girl only wore skirts now, even in gym. Coach Lin had a firm rule that PE was to be done in shorts or nothing at all, but while that normally just meant that anyone who forgot their kit had to sit out the class the school obviously had to make an exception for her so she could pass the course and graduate. Zoe had resigned herself to having to see the girl's panties, but as it turned out she had stupidly chosen to wear a thong that day. Zoe was so rattled by the sight of the girl's bare ass that she didn't even notice at first when the class had broken up into groups, and got stuck on a team with the bottomless girl, her blonde friend, and that weird lesbo girl.

They started the volleyball game. She already wasn't at the top of her game that day, and seeing that pale butt bouncing around in front of her certainly hadn't helped. The cowering redhead and the shorter girl ogling her had also been less than useless, so the other team completely destroyed them which only worsened her mood. Zoe felt like she had to take out her frustration somehow, and as she watched the dorky brunette bend over to pick up the ball she was filled with a sharp sense of irritation that had seemed perfectly reasonable at the time even if she would later be unable to remember exactly what about the girl had pissed her off so much at the time.

So, she leaned beside the door with arms crossed, waiting for her to emerge. The girl was a full head shorter than her and much weaker, and Zoe easily got her pinned, pressing her soft body against the wall as she put her in her place. Then she had... pushed her into the boy's locker room. Zoe frowned, trying to remember exactly what she had been trying to accomplish with that. Embarrassing her? No, if that was the plan she could have just waited for her to get undressed in the girl's room and then thrown her out into the hallway. She got the sense that it had something to do with her earlier irritation with the girl, but still couldn't quite pin it down. Really, it's not like anything that bad could have happened to her in there with half the class as witnesses, right?

Either way, she had almost put those events out of her mind by the lunch break before the true fuckery began. Zoe had just finished eating her bagged lunch and was walking out to the field to see if anyone was organizing a pick-up soccer game, when a jolt shot through her and she spun on her heels. She had a sudden, overpowering urge to go find that girl, feet somehow instinctively knowing to bring her to the cafeteria. She was sitting with the cheerleaders for some reason, but as soon as Zoe was in front of her, her strange conviction fled and left her standing there awkwardly with no idea why she had even sought out the visibly-terrified girl.

Before she could find an out, though, the blonde from PE (now with her shirt unbuttoned to below her bra, oddly enough) spoke up to demand an apology for "Emily". Just as Zoe began to wonder if the dork had been adopted as some sort of mascot, Emily did something under the table and another jolt struck her, causing her legs collapsed out from under her. She felt her wrists go limp and a dopey look come across her face as she struggled to get back on her feet. She tried to demand an explanation, but instead a flurry of barks emerged from her mouth before she was once again **** to take on the humiliating pose. The three girls then rose from the table, letting Zoe catch sight of the phone in Emily's hand as she tapped the screen.

“T-that’s a good start, but I know how you can really make it up to me. Now, Heel! That’s a good girl!”

Zoe shuddered and fell to her hands and knees, crawling beside them like a dog as she felt everyone's eyes on her mortifying display. Her heart pounded as she tried to figure out what the hell was happening. It must have had something to do with whatever Emily kept doing, but how could a phone control someone's body like that? She began raising a hand in a **** attempt to snatch it away, but had to stop to avoid tripping over herself as her body continued to crawl on its own.

The girls led her to a bathroom, where they mercilessly stripped Zoe to her underwear before herding her back out into the hall in an ironic twist on her earlier thoughts. She flinched as a pair of nearby students glanced at her, internally raging about how disproportionate this seemingly-supernatural punishment was to her earlier actions. She hung her head as the blonde greeted the other students, not noticing how the girls seemed to observe their reactions before deciding to continue on. Her knees started getting sore as they led her through the halls and up and down stairs, the pain distracting her from the uncomfortable warmth that flared up inside her whenever they cooed words of praise or patted her head.

They eventually got bored with her, finally extracting an apology from the blushing athlete. Just as she started to relax at the thought of her torment ending, the cheerleaders tossed her clothes out the window as Emily spanked her hard. A low moan slipped out of her mouth as she shook in place, eyes shut so she wouldn't have to look at their smug grins as she fought off the pleasure coursing through her. After what felt like minutes, she recovered enough strength that the compulsion to move took over once more and drove her down the stairs.

Blushing hard and muttering curses, Zoe crawled through the whole school past dozens, maybe even hundreds of students before emerging out into the open air. She was relieved, albeit vaguely unsettled, by how they all seemed to just ignore the half naked girl at their feet. Managing to find her shirt and pants, she leaned down to grab them with her teeth. She paused, tried to grab them with a hand, failed, then huffed in anger as she bit the fabric with more **** than necessary. She turned and crawled back into the school, dragging her clothes as she went to find Emily. She continued down the hall for some distance before halting as she realized that the compulsion had faded at some point.

Fortunately, she was right outside the same bathroom she had been stripped in. Unfortunately, a girl with dyed-blue hair was coming out at that exact moment, eyes widening as she caught sight of Zoe sitting there in her underwear. Jumping to her feet, Zoe shoved past her and locked herself in a stall. Waiting a beat, she heard the other girl snort in amusement before walking away and letting the door swing shut. Sighing in relief, Zoe hung her clothes on the hook before ripping off a few squares of toilet paper and stuffing them in her boyshorts to soak up the sticky liquid she felt down there. Flushing, she quickly redressed, washing her hands and hurrying off to class with her head bowed as the bell rang to mark the end of the lunch period.

Zoe was silent the rest of the school day, focusing on her classes instead of the damp heat between her legs. When the final bell rang, she raced out of school, ignoring the high-spirited farewells of her friends and acquaintances as they went off to enjoy their weekends. Arriving home, she went straight to her bedroom and loudly shut the door. Stripping down to her black underwear, she threw herself face-down on the bed. Her plan to forget about the day's events and finally get some sleep was immediately derailed, eyes snapping open to glare at the wall as an unmistakable moan rang out. A shiver ran down Zoe's spine as she squirmed and clenched her fists. She buried her face in the sheets, groaning.

"Ugh, what a day..."