More nightmares

Bev turned and ran for the classroom door. She didn't know where she was going, but she couldn't stay here. Not here, in the middle of class, in front of all the boys, without any clothes on. She couldn't bear it. It was her worst nightmare come to life.

The door stuck at first. She had to yank hard on it to get it to open, and the whole time the boys were watching her tits bounce and her butt jiggle. They could even see her auburn-thatched pussy flash between her long, pale legs. They could see everything. And they were laughing, making fun of her.

"Nice beaver, Beverly!"

"C-c-c-cute t-t-t-tits!"

"Love your butt!"

"Bare beaver Bev!"

Finally, the door swung open and she was able to flee the classroom, cruel laughter still ringing in her ears. Now she was sprinting down a darkened hallway. As the light slowly brightened, she was able to see that it was lined with mirrors, each one reflecting her own nubile nineteen-year-old naked form. Somewhere, circus music was playing.

"Welcome to the fun house, Bev! Hee hee hee hee hee!"

She was trapped in a maze of mirrors, weaving left and right around corners as reflections of her nude body danced all around her. She paused at a fork in the road, not sure where to go, as the clown's voice sang in her ears again. "I'm coming to get you, Bev! Hee hee!"

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"You embarrassed me, Bev." This time the voice was a growl. "Getting beaten by a bunch of kids. That's not supposed to happen. You made feel small. It wasn't fair."

"I'll do it again!"

"I don't think so, Bev. This time you're allllll aloooone..."

"You can't hurt me!"

"I don't want to hurt you, you silly little thing. I want to make you feel small. That's much more fun."

"I won't play your games!"

"Sure you will, Bev. You'll play hide and seek. Better move fast, because I'm coming, and if I get you..."

Bev's heart was pounding. She knew she should stand and fight... but what if it dragged her by the hair back to that classroom? What if it threw her out into the campus again? Could it even do that? She could still see her own shivering reflection in the mirrors all around her - her rosy cheeks, her strawberry-pink nipples, her pert round bottom - and it reminded her exactly how **** she was. And the circus music was getting louder. She had to find a way out, before...

She started to run.

As she bolted down hallways, turning at random, she could hear the circus music getting louder. "Not quick enough, scaredy-bare Bev! I'm gonna get you!"

Another hallway.

"I'll make you squirm! Hee hee hee!"

And another.

"Birthday suit Bev! I've got a birthday surprise for you!"

Ad there, at the end of the hallway, was a tall white wooden door with the words DEFINITELY SAFE written on it, and a red balloon tied to the handle. Could this be an exit? Bev halted in her tracks, suspicious. How did she know this was really safe? Maybe it was just another of Pennywise's tricks. Maybe she should...

"Surprise!"

Bev spun around. There was Pennywise, standing at the end of the corridor, grinning literally from ear to ear. He had her backed into a dead end. And he was holding a huge chunky old-fashioned camera.

"Smile for the camera, Bev!"

"Eek!"

The flash went off. Bev, cupping one hand to her breasts and the other between her legs, could only back away slowly. Her mouth hung open in shock and her braids flapped against her naked back. Pennywise licked its lips as she stumbled back.

"Time for the photoshoot, Bev! You're going to be world famous!"

The flash went off again.

"Stop it!" Bev shrieked. She knew begging it for mercy was ridiculous, but she couldn't help herself. "I don't... I can't... no!"

"You're blushing, Bev!"

"No I'm not!"

"We all blush down here, Bev. You'll blush, too! You'll blush, too!"

The camera flashed and flashed and flashed. The air filled with naked pictures of poor, bare, blushing Bev, flying around like confetti. Bev felt the doorhandle bump into her back. She knew she should stand up to Pennywise, but she couldn't handle it. Having her picture taken was just so, so, so embarrassing. She felt small and ****, completely at the clown's mercy and terrified of what it was going to do next. Poor, pantsless, powerless, blushing, burning, bright-red bare-naked birthday-suit Beverly Marsh.

"I can taste your fear, Bev! I'm going to lick you all over!"

"No! Don't lick me! Don't lick me!"

"You're going to taste so sweet..."

The clown stuck out its ice-cold tongue. It zoomed across the distance between them, extending like a tape measure, to flick Bev's left nipple.

She squealed piercingly, spun around and threw herself through the door. Whatever was on the other side, it couldn't be worse than this.