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The trio wait for Emily to catch her breath before exiting the classroom. Once out in the hall Emily realizes she is without covering while also being soaking wet. She looks down to clearly see her thighs are visibly covered in her juices.

Emily blushes more (if that’s even possible) before meekly speaking up, “I won, may I please get dressed now?”

“Sure” Sarah says smiling deviously, “Allyson has your covering.”

Emily turns to Allyson who produces three sticky notes. “What is that!?” Allyson looks annoyed at Emily’s response, “this is your reward, we said if you completed we would give you something that covered all your important bits. And here it is.”

Taken aback, Emily tears up, “no! You said clothes, I want clothes.” “This is all that you need slut, now are you taking it or leaving it?” After a pause Emily, defeated, accepts the sticky notes.

Allyson places one over each of Emily’s erect nipples. Before placing once above her vagina. Sarah and Allyson quickly shuffle Emily into a bathroom so she can see how her new outfit looks as well as clean herself up.

As soon as she sees her reflection, Emily shudders at the thought of walking around like this. It somehow made her feel more humiliated to have these tiny pieces of sticky paper covering what she still thought of as her private parts.

Emily loses herself in thought but if brought back by a warm sensation between her legs. Allyson and and Sarah are cleaning her with a hot cloth they warmed in the sink.

Before today her friends would never touch her body and she couldn’t even think of a reality where they would. All of that has changed now though as her friends seem to believe and act like they own her. Thinking about how comfortable her friends have become in their roles as her humiliators, she gradually started to get more turned on.

Maybe I really am a slut, no not a slut, their slut. I’m Allyson’s and Sarah’s slut.

Emily immediately rejected the thought after it came into her head, rationalizing it as a fever thought from everything that has happened.

She was whisked out of her train of thought as her friends each grabbed one arm and walked her out of the bathroom.