Into the pit

You gulp nervously as it seems that your body is weighed down by more then just the obscene amount of coins in your tiny pockets, none of the options sounding appealing. Still, you have to choose one, but you know you only have the illusion of control.

There is no option, and as you look at Crassle, even with the detail in which he went to describe your other 'choices', he only wanted one out of you right now. The dancing would make you expose and humiliate yourself, with no way to keep your shorts on with the coins. The laser tag would likely put you in a similar situation, with the likely added distraction of your ex boyfriend and his mates looking to ogle and take advantage of your circumstances. You shiver as you think of how you broke up with him, and how he'd likely want nothing more then to turn the tables on you and take advantage of you at your weakest, and how the darkness and lack of supervision would do nothing to stop them...

Another shudder passes through you as you eye the pit. The thin netting is only there to keep the balls in, providing the flimsiest of veils to anyone looking in. Normally for young kids to entertain themselves in, it's relative lack of use is about to change as you eye it for a little too long, turning back to Crassle as you edge towards it slowly, his only reply a lecherous grin as he realizes your choice. But it's not your choice.

It's his, because one way or another, he wants you naked. And he will have you, naked, in the midst of this haven of depraved males. Trembling hands and shut eyes try to block out the increasing amount of stares as you pull the tight top up your torso, and with effort, over your head.

Your shaking hands want to drop it, but Crassle glares at you, inclining his head towards a half dozen guys who aren't looking at you, entranced by the two girls playing the dancing game in their short skirts. The arrival of your shirt in the middle of them draws their attention, and you blush even further as they are totally entranced by your near nakedness, your hands over your breasts.

They can't stay there, as you step one metre closer to the ball pit, tugging your shorts down your legs, and the flimsy garment comes crashing down onto the floor, a few coins spitting out as you carefully step out of the jeans. You almost step into the pit quickly, not wanting the guys to see more of your ass, but Crassle comes alongside you, whispering.

"You still have some clothes on. I said all of them."

Looking down, you remember your socks and shoes, and your quick kneel down to remove them is met by an ass slap from Crassle. With your shame and embarassment at his public shaming of you, you stand up straight, knowing what he wants you to do as you bend over to remove your last items of clothing. Your ass and wet pussy on total display for over two dozen male strangers.

With one last look at your totally nude teenage body, you crawl through the opening into the ball pit, the plastic toys feeling oddly soothing against your skin. The balls cradle every part of you, rubbing against your tits, pussy, ass, legs, and arms the same way, and you try to lose yourself in the sensations as you try to swim in them, flipping yourself over to try a backstroke as you forget where you are.

It's at that point you hear the balls being displaced by more then just you, and hands go to your arms and legs as you see who's come in to join you, Crassle's eyes taking it all in greedily from behind the netting as your breasts and pussy are now in full view for your fellow pit members, and everyone else watching...