Take Off Your Clothes

"Amber, take off your clothes," Trevor said.

You had known it was coming but it was still a shock to hear. A tremor ran through your body, and your back pressed into the wall. Miranda and Serenity grinned, their mouths carving up into sadistic smirks.

"Yeah," Serenity said. "Let's see little Miss Perfect without her clothes on. I want to know what Adam saw in her."

You swallowed, looking back and forth. The alley was long but you could hear the streets in the distance. The chances of being seen weren't great but they did exist. You glanced back at Trevor, silently pleading for mercy.

But he had none to give. Your face flushed red and your hands started to shake. As the other two girls prowled like raptors, you realised that you truly did have ****. Not if you wanted the money.

Your uniform had always fit you well. It consisted of a black blouse, held together with a string of buttons that ran up your chest. Under that, you had a plain, white shirt which was practically see-through. You had a short skirt, and your legs were further covered by black tights which clung tightly to your skin.

You'd always felt that you looked good in your uniform. Sexy, even. Years as a cheerleader had sculpted your body. You were slim, lithe but toned. There wasn't an ounce of unneeded fat on you even today.

"Well?" Trevor said. "Are you going to walk away so soon? Don't tell me that even this basic command is too much for you?"

"No," you said. "I-it's not. Really. I'm just...I'm just getting used to things is all."

"Well, you'd better get used to things fast. If this is hard for you, I am not sure how you'll handle the rest."

You closed your eyes, pictures of possible futures whirling through your mind. Thoughts of chains and whips, or moaning gasps and orgasmic bursts of shame and pleasure. Your throat felt dry and Miranda and Serenity were watching you like hawks.

You didn't have a choice. You had to do this. Not just for yourself, but for Adam too. That was what you thought as your hands began to fiddle with the buttons on your blouse.

Your face burned. Your body trembled, the cold air licked against your skin as you stripped down in the alley. Not even in a building! Not even in a home! You were getting naked outside, in the street! Your insides churned, nervousness filled your body, you wanted to stop so much. To turn around. To march home and pretend that none of this had happened.

But you couldn't, so you kept going. Moment by moment, layer by layer. You pulled off your blouse, letting it slide to the ground. The white shirt you wore underneath did little to conceal your dignity. Your bra pressed through it. Your nipples were throbbing, growing harder as your arousal swelled. You hated that your body was betraying you like this, but you had never been in such a situation before.

"Not bad," Trevor said, inspecting you as thought you were some grand prize. "I can see that you stay in shape, anyway."

Mutely, you nodded.

"I...I was a cheerleader for a long time."

"I see. So does that mean that you're flexible?" He grinned, letting you know exactly what he intended to do with that knowledge.

A moment later, your white shirt was also cast to the ground. It was cold and you were shivering. Your hands moved to the skirt which protected your dignity and you squeezed your eyes shut as you **** it down your legs.

Trevor laughed as it hit the ground, the sound made your skin crawl and humiliation rose through you like a tide. You wanted to shield yourself, to shrink down into a ball but managed to withstand that urge.

You were now standing in just your bra, panties and tights.

"Let's make her get rid of the rest," Serenity said. Her eyes gleamed and she leaned forwards, eager to savour your humiliation. "I always thought she was too arrogant, you know? Always thought she was better than the rest of us. So let's make her walk naked back to the base. I bet she'd love that."

"No, please," you shook your head. There were tears in the corners of your eyes. "Isn't this enough? I'm just wearing my underwear. Anyone could look in and see me!"

"We'll leave her like this for now," Trevor said. Serenity spun on him, but he raised a hand before she could even speak.

"It'll draw too much attention if she's totally naked. Having her like this is also humiliating and we won't get into trouble for it later. But there is one more thing that we have to add."

He gestured for you to come forward. Your legs felt weak and your stomach was knotted with tension. You stepped towards him, all the while seeing Miranda gathering up your shed clothes. Trevor was drawing something out of his bag and when you saw it, your heart fell.

It was a collar. The sort that you'd put on a dog. He smirked, enjoying your visible humiliation and despair. He reached out, drawing it around your neck and pulling it tightly. It felt rough against your skin, constricting your breathing just a little. Just enough to keep you from ever forgetting it.

"That's your collar," Trevor told you. "If you ever want to stop, just take it off. But if it does come off, the game's over, understand? No money. While you wear it, you're our bitch and you have to do anything that any of us say."

"I understand," the words felt like poison on your tongue. Your eyes fell to the ground, unable to meet his gaze.

"Good!" Trevor said. "Now, we're going to walk back to the car, which is a good way away and you're going to follow us."

You nodded again, but he chuckled, waving a finger in front of your face.

"I wasn't finished. You're going to follow us on your hands and knees."

"You want me to crawl?" You blanched, your face going pale. Trevor laughed.

"Of course I do. Do you think that you're as good as us? On your knees is your natural place now, and there's no better time to teach you that than the present. Let's get started."