She sinks it!

To Jasmine's great relief, the ball swished through the net. The horde of naked girls around her let out a wave of disappointed "awws," as if they wanted her to lose. Even better, on the next shot, the one remaining girl missed. She slumped over in a comedic fashion and pulled her panties off. Everyone cheered. Jasmine let out a sigh of relief before jogging over to her clothes. She picked up her sports bra, attempting to put it back on. Someone, however, grabbed her wrist and held it over her head in victory. It was Coach King.

Jasmine felt her body go stiff. She told her wrist to pull away, but it didn't respond. Instead she stood before the cheering crowd of girls, her breasts bare. Jasmine tried to flex every muscle in her body desperately, but it did her no good. Nothing responded. The orb had told the truth! A man had touched her, and now Jasmine was under his control.

"Our winner!" Coach King cried. Everyone clapped. Jasmine didn't respond. Coach king lowered her wrist. He then put his arm around her shoulder. His hand came down and cupped her breast. Jasmine blushed even worse, but didn't move. All the other girls giggled, as if it were innocent.

"Okay, second-place winner, your punishment is to run some laps."

"Aw!" the girl cried. Coach King whistled and she began jogging around the gym, her breasts jiggling and her pussy out for all to see.

The coach then turned to Jasmine, grinning again. "Alright young lady, I'll write that letter for you...unless you want to go double or nothing." Jasmine trembled in both frustration and humiliation. She wanted to scream "NO," but nothing came out. "How about this? If you do what I say next, I'll not only write you that letter, I'll give you an "A" in my classes. Hell, I'll even change the other teacher's grades too. A perfect grade point average and an endorsement letter. You could probably go to Harvard."

"Alright!" a girl cried.

"Do it! Totally do it!" another said.

Jasmine still stood stiff. She tried to will her lungs and vocal chords to move, but they didn't budge. Coach King put his face right up to hers, far too close.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" he said. "Say yes!"

Oh no! He gave her command! Jasmine felt horror seize her entire body. No! Please don't!

"Yes. I'll do whatever you say." Jasmine's body said. The crowd of girls cheered like they had just won a game on the last shot. All of the naked women crowded around excitedly, wanting to hear what the coach had in mind.

"Okay then Jazzy." Coach King said. That wasn't her name. It was Jasmine. No one EVER called her Jazzy. "You know there are two entrances to this gym, from either end of the school. I want you to run, dressed as you are now, around the entire school hallways. If you can do it in less than five minutes, I'll change those grades. Are you up for it?"

"I'll whatever you want." Jasmine said. Inside however, she was boiling. She couldn't believe it! She had already won! Now there were more naked hoops to jump through!

"Alright then, get to it!" Coach King ordered. He fondled her breast one more time, and set her loose. Jasmine's body calmly walked over to one of the gym door entrances. She opened the doors, stepped into the hallway and waited. "And the time starts...NOW!" Jasmine shut the door and entered the hallway.

There was then a pop, and Jasmine managed to stop. Abruptly she was in control of her body again. In front of her however, was the floating orb, smiling widely.

"Oooh, this is interesting!" it sang.

"You cheated!" Jasmine shouted.

"Hardly. You knew the rules. You should have just watched your surroundings. Now then, what say we make this race more interesting?"

"NO!"

"Well too bad. Don't worry, I've frozen Coach King for the moment. I see you're in your panties with your breasts hanging out."

Suddenly embarrassed, she raised her arms and covered her chest. The orb only licked it's lips and continued.

"When I say "GO" the race really begins, however, I have lined the hall with false walls, and hit sex-fiends behind some of the doors. You'll have to be careful not hit the tile that sets them free! Since you're running around with your breasts exposed, I'm sure they'll just jump you right away!"

"You bastard!" Jasmine shouted.

"Tut, tut, such language! It's up to you. I've set you free from Coach King and locked the door behind you. You can take it carefully and try not to trigger the traps, or you could try and sprint. Although, you've already gone through all of basketball practice, you may not have the energy to sprint at your full speed. If you win, you'll get all the rewards Coach King promised. If not...I guess you'll be pregnant by a sex maniac and be his **** forever!"

Jasmine was about to lash out with the worst words she could think of, but the orb only cackled and disappeared with a pop. The ebony student clenched her fists and began to fume. Then the orb popped back in.

"Oh yeah," it said. "If you don't start moving in thirty seconds, I'll open up the floor underneath you and drop you into a crowd of sex-hungry orcs. I can do that you know!" It then disappeared once again. Now Jasmine stood, blinking dumbly. She wasn't sure if the orb was serious. Should she refuse to participate, take it carefully, or sprint like her butt was on fire?