She asks for help

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Uh... Kiosha..."

"I'm so glad to meet you, Kiosha! I'm sure we're going to be the best of friends! I love making friends with really brave girls!"

"Listen," says Kiosha, digging in her bag. "Girl to girl, do you think you could do me a favour?"

"Sure! Anything! What kind of favour? I'll do anything for a friend!"

"Could you," says Kiosha, handing Daisy a set of keys, "could you go and get me a change of clothes from my locker? Please?"

"Gee, Kiosha, why would you want those?" There's a row of lockers standing at the entrance to the beach, outside the girls' change rooms. You made a note of it when you entered. Lots of possibilities there.

"I just... don't ask any questions, okay? Just do it."

"Well, sure, Kiosha, but I don't know why you'd want more clothes. You're already wearing that super-tiny, extra-small bikini."

"That's... please just go."

"Sure! Okay! I love my new friend!"

Kiosha watches Daisy go, nervously. The elf girl is moving way too slowly for her liking, but there's nothing she can do about it. She just has to lie there, in her extra-small bikini, a whisper away from being completely naked. She can't even cover herself with her hands. It would just draw more attention, and let people know she's not doing this on purpose. She tries not to whimper as Daisy walks very, very slowly towards the locker, stopping to chat with a few other people on the way.

She watches Daisy fumble with the keys for what seems like an hour. Then shrug, turn around and walk very slowly back. Without opening it.

"What? What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Kiosha. I just couldn't get it open. Silly old me."

"Do you have the keys?"

"Oh, uh... I seem to have dropped them in the sand next to the locker. Sorry."

"But you... but I... fine!"

Slowly, reluctantly, Kiosha swivels herself off the deckchair and stands up. She instantly regrets it. Her top is so tight that every single step threatens to let her breasts bounce free, and her posterior is practically nude. Her skin tingles as eyes drift across her body. It feels like the whole beach is looking at her. She wants to run, but she knows that if she does the straps will almost certainly break.

"I'll get it myself!"

You watch her long, slow **** walk of shame across the beach. You watch her kneel down, afraid to bend over, and fumble in the sand at the base of the locker. Then you watch her make the long, slow, **** journey back.

"The key isn't there!"

"Oh, sorry. I had it here after all. How silly of me."

You watch Kiosha make her second walk of shame, her plump round bottom jiggling with every step, her coconut breasts bouncing up and down and forcing her to hold them to her chest. You watch her stick the key in the lock, and try to turn it. You watch her swear. Then you watch her turn around and walk back.

"This isn't the right key!"

"Whoops, my mistake. I think I left your key over there, near all those boys."

"Why would you... never mind!"

The key is lying in the sand at your feet. You flash Kiosha a friendly smile as she walks towards you, swaying back and forth, gritting her teeth, doing her best not to scream and cover herself. "Hi. How's it going?"

"You have my key."

"Do I?"

"You're standing on it."

"I don't think so."

"I just saw you step forward."

"I don't remember that happening."

"Can you please take a step back?"

"I kind of like it here."

"Listen, you'd better take a step back right now, or..."

By a strange coincidence, Kiosha's straps choose just that moment to finally snap. Her bikini drifts to the ground and she's standing in front of you completely, utterly nude. Her eyes go very wide, and she bites back a shriek. All she can do is stand there, her arms folded protectively across her breasts and pussy, stark naked on a very public beach and hoping that you're the only one who's...

"Wow! Hey, you're completely naked! Where'd all your clothes go!"

"Shut up!"

"Your bikini fell off! That must be pretty embarrassing, huh?"

"Give me the key!"

"What key?"

"The key you're standing on!"

"Why would I be standing on a key?"

"I just saw you!"

"Saw me what?"

"Stand on the key!"

"What key?"

"The key you're standing on!

"Why would I be standing on a key?"

"I just... get off! This is ridiculous!" Kiosha gives you a shove and you obligingly stumble back, enjoying the fact that she had to remove her hands from her breasts to do it. She throws herself into the sand, breasts bouncing and bare bottom swaying as she digs frantically for the key. Finally she leaps into the air, holding her hand high, the key glittering in her fingertips. "I got it! I..."

A seagull swoops over.

"What?" Kiosha gazes in disbelief at the seagull, now vanishing rapidly towards the other end of the beach with her key caught in its mouth. "What just happened?"

"Better get after that gull, huh?"

"But... aarrgh!"

Kiosha throws herself into hot pursuit of the gull, her face glowing as she scrambles down the beach after it. She's moving the opposite way from the lockers, of course. You watch her blunder through other people's picnics and volleyball games as she tries to catch the flying creature, her jog of shame attracting a lot of attention as it stays just out of her reach. It evades her dives, her leaps and her grabs almost two dozen times before she's finally able to wrestle it to the ground and prize the key from her beak.

"I got it! Yes! I mean... um..."

She looks around, and gulps. There's no way to hide it now. Everyone is looking at her, standing on the beach with no clothes on. People she knows well, people she knows a little bit and total strangers. She's naked in front of all of them. And they're all smiling.

"It's not funny! Stop looking, everyone! I... gah!"

You watch in amusement as she begins the long, shamefaced, naked jog back up the beach towards the lockers. It's definitely very funny. To everyone except Kiosha, anyway. It's funny to watch her fumble with the key, somehow unable to get the locker open. And it's especially funny to watch her face when the dor finally swings open and she sees what's inside.

"No. No way. Where are my clothes?"

You removed them all before you even got here, of course. And you locked the door of the girls' change rooms, the one that she's currently banging on. Nobody's getting off that easily. She's stuck here on the public beach, naked, at your mercy, for as long as you want to keep her here.

She's backing up against the change-room wall, still covering herself, beginning to look angry as she realises how completely she's been had. There's nothing you like better than the sight of a well-pranked naked girl gradually working out that you've made her the butt of a joke, and there's nothing she can do about it. She had to walk all up and down the beach in a tiny microbikini, and then run all around it naked while everyone pointed and laughed. And that's only the beginning of her troubles.

You could let her go now. She'd have to run all the way back to town naked, and try to get into her house without her keys. That's tempting. Or you could keep her here and find some way to have even more fun with her. After all, she hasn't been stamped and spanked yet.