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Jacob drove the van entering into the mall entrance in a line of traffic with people everywhere. We passed nonstop cars and people walking by the van towards the mall entrance. They where shocked at what they saw and many where mesmerized. Everyone's eyes where drawn to me and I was a sheer spectacle for humiliation and was helpless. We drove up and down the parking lot and slowly drove along the front of the mall stopping right in front of the entrance. There where people everywhere coming and going and stopping to watch what they where doing to me.

They where all in ski masks and the plate covered. I was as exposed as could be and was being erotically tortured but the humiliation was the worst part. I couldn't do anything but cringe and squirm and laugh. I dare not say anything. Oh, god at any point I could mess up and "out I go" according to the latest rule for the group to enforce. Shit. I have to be mindful of this. I thought. I can't fucking mess up even once. If I gasp one word of begging the group is **** to leave me stranded naked and hogtied no matter where we are.

Holy shit. This was insane. I couldn't believe this but as I thought about it the group really is bound by the rules of the agreement much more than their own free wills. They can't stop doing this to me if they wanted to and I noticed from time to time a few of them would seem to really want to stop this from happening to me but would always laugh and take part seemingly hesitant at times. I couldn't believe that anything they came up with or rediculous rule like "no begging or out I go hog tied and stranded" would apply to any time and anywhere.

I needed to really respect the way this agreement worked as Jennifer and Felisha would wrangle the group into the strictest application of it. What started out as a friendly joke transformed into a giant sexy practical joke. However, now he realized more and more that it was transforming into a terrorizing non stop ride of his life where even the people doing this to him had no control of reducing anything that became the "list" as anyone came up with a new rule. I felt a strange and terrifying chill up my spine when I realized that things where designed to be self reinforcing and go to the **** with no limits for decency whatsoever.

I felt fear grip my quivering naked body as I sat in the thought that "something" beyond my friends was actually in control over what happens to me today. No reasonability of consideration could take any place in this giant sexy practical joke they where doing to me. It wasn't even possible even when a few of them wanted to stop. They would always chime back in as it is impossible to resist torturing someone so sexy and helplessly ****. It triggered a deep streak of sadistic pleasure we all have. It really pushed it's button that is.

I had to be so careful about the rules yet they could carelessly say something and suddenly the group is self reinforced to act out whatever they say, whatever they can imagine. And they brainstormed with their friends for two weeks coming up with the top idea from each person. Each line on the paper was a different task. How many people did they include in on this? There must be 60 people's ideas on that list and we where only on #2.

That night when they read my journal and I fainted, they casually agreed on this whole idea to simply do something to Joseph. It got out of hand quickly and no one thought of specifying limits to anything. As things progressed the thought of responsability or being realistic came into play but only after the agreement was made that night. It was too late at that point even if people wanted to reel it back. There was so much new constant energy of laughing and agreement on doing something to Joseph that he fantasized about in his journal it seemed a reasonable thing to say.

It was Jennifer and Felisha that talked amongst the group about individual responsability and group tribalistic loyalty to the idea to do something to Joseph. The group had been pushed farther than what they would have ever done if it weren't for Jennifer and Felisha. They really rolled a snowball down a hill with the idea and the agreement for the group that built a momentum that no one individual person involved ever expected or would have wished upon Joseph, and yet, it all didn't matter as it was too late. Joseph's fate was basically seeled when the agreement to do an idea from my journal was made by the group. No one saw it building into something of this magnitude but Felisha's "No matter how embarrassing it is" rule locked in the bottomless pit of humiliation to no end and limited only by the imaginations of 60 laughing women hearing about my journal and knowing what I look like.

Hell or Heaven. I wasn't sure what it was but I knew that if anything was going to save me it was myself. was going to endure the next 58 things on that list or mess up and get stranded hog tied naked wherever we happen to be. I couldn't let either of these two things happen to me. No one was really in control hear. No one was driving this runaway train and I was on the fucking tracks like you couldn't believe!

I didn't know what I could do to get away from their humiliating **** on me, but I knew that I had to think of something.