Lunch

The ringing bell meant they missed Geometry completely and now had to head to lunch.

“Em, we accept you for who you are.” Said Sarah rubbing Emily’s leg while she laid in the fetal position. As she sobbed the bulb of the thermometer sticking out of her ass moved in and out from post orgasm contractions. The dirt and grime of the ground was adding more to her dirty appearance.

“Why can’t you just admit you enjoy being naked?” She asked. “Lots of people like lots of things. You like being in the buff.”

“That’s not it though...” corrected Allyson “...she likes being naked while everyone is clothed. She would feel much less turned on being naked with other naked people. It’s about being exposed, vulnerable, controlled, and used. She feels more being less.”

Emily was still crying. She didn’t want to admit they might be right. She just orgasmed off having her pussy being abused with spanks by one of her two best friends while the other twisted her nipple incredibly hard. She might be addicted to pain and humiliation. But what if it was her mind’s way of coping with the trauma of being sent to school naked? She wondered. She knew she didn’t want to be like this. Allyson rubbed her side trying to comfort her friend. Allyson’s arm and shirt were covered in cum but she couldn’t punish Emily with her in such a fragile state at the moment.

“Let’s get something in your stomach. That will help I'm sure.” Allyson continued.

Emily wiped her eyes. Sarah helped her to a seated position and then Allyson grabbed both her hands to help her up. Allyson and Sarah took in the sight of their friend which was so different than the normal clothed Emily of yesterday: She was naked, juices covering her inner thighs which she now stood at an even wider stance due to the sensitivity of her crotch, her pussy a mix of red and pink, soaked, open, with her clit erect, a large bulb sticking out her asshole, her left tits red from being twisted so much, her right side covered in dirt from laying on the ground as were her feet from walking barefoot, her eyes red from crying. She smelled of pussy, sweat, and urine. She was quite the mess but the girls believed that deep down this was how Emily wanted or needed to be.

Allyson grabbed her crotch gently but Emily still winced from sensitivity “How are you feeling?”

Emily felt a lot of things many of the feelings conflicted with other feelings but she knew one thing: “I want a shower.”

“Maybe later.”

“Like at gym?”

“No in a few days.”

Emily sobbed again.

“Shhhh. It’s okay. I can barely notice how you smell.” Allyson lied. She knew Emily wanted to be degraded and keeping her in this state would surely help with that.

Emily breathed deeply trying to calm down again. She composed herself.

“Anyway you have a number of things to atone for slut, you lied four times, came without permission, and came on me. I can’t tell you how you will pay but you will.”

Emily meekly nodded. She wasn’t going to argue that all of that wasn’t her fault even though she felt like it wasn’t. Allyson took her hand and they started walking, and Emily started waddling due to her thermometer, to lunch. Sarah held her ass cheek rubbing her trying to comfort her. They left the empty corridor and now there were other students. Some stared at her and she had to fight their urge to cover and run. Others made rude comments that cut her to her core.

“What is that ‘thing’?” Said a girl Emily recognized from gym.

“That’s Emily!” Said a boy Emily didn’t know.

“You mean Miss Cute Tits?” Said a boy from Emily’s English class.

“Hot Emily?” Said a confused boy.

“She used to be.” Said another girl.

“She smells awful.” Said one girl.

“Yeah like pussy!” Responded another girl.

“She should clean up if she wants the male attention she craves.” One girl said.

“She’s filthy! And that pussy looks like it’s been busy!” Said a group of girls.

“Look at her ass she’s got a thermometer sticking out!” Said a boy.

“At least we know she’s down for anal!” Said another boy and the two boys high fived.

Emily teared up but Allyson and Sarah did nothing and she wasn’t allowed to speak. Why wouldn’t her masters stick up for her ?she wondered. She didn’t even bother to think of them as friends because this was anything but an equal partnership.

The group was an A.P. Calculus class so it was small as it passed. Allyson’s pace allowed Emily to waddle which meant they were alone again. However, Emily finally realized what going to lunch would mean. The largest gathering of students she would see in a day. Whereas a class would only have 30 students at the most lunch would have around half the school, and she was a naked, filthy, horny mess with a thermometer stuck in her ass. She started to drag her feet but her bare feet had almost no traction and Allyson continued to pull her.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to stop.” Said Allyson. She looked Emily in the eye but Emily looked at the ground unable to speak.

“Speak, slut, why are you not eagerly going to lunch?” Asked Sarah.

Emily mumbled “There’s... so many... of them and I'm like... this.”

Sarah said “blonde?”

“No” Emily Said meekly wondering why she was playing dumb when the answers were obvious.

“18?”

“No.”

“A senior?”

“No...”

“Then it must be you’re embarrassed to be seen with us?”

“No!” Emily cried.

“No I think that’s it. Maybe we should leave you alone to fend for yourself.”

Emily with tears in her eyes said “you are the two people in the world who matter most to me! I love being yours! ” She realized she should have said your friend but she also knew that they were all more than friends or at least she was to both of them. She belonged to them more than she belonged to herself.

“Then what is it?” The girls were touched by what she said but they still needed to make her say it.

“I’m naked.”

“And?”

“I’m dirty.”

And?”

“I smell bad.”

“And?”

“My pussy is wet and open.”

“And?”

“I have a thermometer in and sticking out of my ass.”

“And?”

Emily was flabbergasted. She didn’t know what they wanted to hear any one of those things should be enough for them to understand her plight let alone all of them put together.

Sarah sensing her confusion “what of those gives you permission to not follow our commands?”

Emily put her head down. She just started waddling knowing she was bound to follow them. Allyson held her hand and Sarah held her rump.

There was a huge line and Emily was scared to stand in it. She was going to be seen by so many and she was afraid the boys might try something.

Just as she was about to enter someone grabbed her shoulder. She looked to see who it was...