Kelly Exposed

by Viktor Redreich

“Help me!” I cried.

  But she only helped pull off the rest of my clothes, leaving me completely nude and exposed, giggling and blushing all the whole.

  The violation of it all was awful. My mind strained, threatening to shatter into pieces under the pressure.

  Priscilla took Blanche’s place on my stomach while the other girl went to her bags and retrieved a dress. I twisted my neck around to keep Blanche in sight. She discarded the dress and chose another one that looked like something Barbie might wear, bright pink and sequined and much too short.

  Blanche came back and shoved the dress down over my face. I cried out; my yells muffled by the fabric. Cruel hands yanked at the dress, yanked and jerked my body around until the dress covered me. It was the barest semblance of coverage, however. I could still feel the air-conditioning between my legs.

  I gave up and lay flat on my back and sobbed.

  Blanche grabbed my breast and squeezed, sending an uncomfortable tingle straight through me. “I like you much better now. I’m taking you under my wing. I’ll give you a full transformation so we can be besties. Then the four of us will graduate together and take over this island as the Four Sluts of the Sexpocalypse!”

  I just lay there and cried, not knowing what was worse: to be Blanche’s enemy or her prodigy.

  Chapter 12

  Are you dirty enough?

  Priscilla looked down at me and tapped her lips. “Something isn’t quite right here.”

  I closed my tear-blurred eyes. They weren’t done with me yet.

  “Yeah,” Blanche said, “I was thinking the same thing. Like, the dress is awesome but she’s not doing it for me as much as I thought she was. I think it might have something to do with those legs. Have you ever seen such nasty, hairy legs?”

  Caroline tugged on Priscilla’s arm. Priscilla wrapped her arm around the shy girl. She no longer needed to hold me down. I was beat.

  “What’s up, Care?”

  “I brought some waxing stuff with me,” Caroline whispered.

  Priscilla gave her a friendly whack on the shoulder. Caroline grabbed her arm and grimaced her pain. “That’s an awesome idea! I brought some stuff, too. Between the three of us, we should be able to pool in enough spare supplies for Kelly.”

  Blanche stuck her nose up in the air. “I don’t feel like wasting my stuff on her. Even if I did take her under my wing just now.”

  Priscilla shrugged. “We’ll see where we can get with Caroline’s stuff, then. You don’t mind, do you, Care?”

  “As long as Kelly doesn’t mind.” Caroline looked at me.

  Blanche snorted and climbed to her feet. “She doesn’t know what she needs. One of you needs to undress her again and the other needs to get some warm water running.”

  “I’ve got the water!” Priscilla jumped up and sprang away to the kitchenette.

  That left me alone with Caroline. The redhead peeked at me with the smile that used to seem shy, but which now struck me as sly and sinister. “Lift your arms, please, Kelly.”

  I did as she asked, my emotions so low and dull. “Why are you doing this?” I intoned, more like an automatic response than a true protest.

  Caroline lifted the dress up over my head and smiled at me, though her eyes kept dipping to roam over my naked body. “You did this to yourself.”

  I gaped at her, astonished by her cruelty.

  She blushed and hurried on. “I mean, you did, though. You applied to the school. You got in. You could have left at any time during the speeches, or at any point while we were all in the Great Hall. But you didn’t. That means some part of you wants to be here and you’re just scared and denying it. Well, we’re going to help you. So, that’s why.”

  I turned my head away. I refused, refused to look at her again.

  Blanche plopped down next to me with an assortment of packages, mainly wax strips and lotions. She started to unpackage the box of wax strips. Priscilla rejoined the group again with an armload of warm, wet washcloths.

  What is she going to do with those?

  But I told myself not to care and just lowered my head again.

  “Have you ever waxed before?” Priscilla asked. “I bet not. Look how thick your hair is. I bet you’re a shaving girl. Well, you’re going to lose your waxing virginity tonight!” She picked up one of my arms and started scrubbing with one of the cloths. Caroline joined in. A sour taste formed in my mouth at being treated like a coma patient getting a sponge bath. Yet, at the same time, I couldn’t deny how nice it was to have the last of the dirt and sweat scraped from my skin. It was almost relaxing. Or maybe I was too exhausted to be anything but relaxed at this point.

  After they had cleaned me up, Priscilla and Caroline held more warm cloths to various parts of my body. That, too, felt nice.

  Then Priscilla patted my legs dry with a towel. Blanche slapped one of the large wax strips down on my shin. She rubbed on top of the strip vigorously, several quick strokes, and then ripped.

  For a moment, I felt nothing. Then my waxed skin filled in with red irritation and burning pain lanced through my leg. “Ow! Fuck!”

  Blanche held up the strip, the pink wax covered in my hairs ripped directly from the roots. “Nice! That wasn’t too bad, was it, Kells? It’d have been even worse if we weren’t so nice to soften you up with the washcloths.”

  So, that explained it.

  Already the sharp pain was fading to a dull throb.

  Blanche grabbed up another strip. I winced and flinched. “Hey, don’t move,” she scolded. “I have to do this fast or else your skin will dry up. And I’m not patient enough to wait for the washcloth treatment again so you just have to suck it up.”

  She slapped the strip on, yanked again. More pain, even worse than the first time, and she just kept going. The pain began to blur into a body-wide numbness, especially when she moved on from my legs to my arms, then my stomach. It took a long time. I wasn’t sure how long, exactly. I came to anticipate the rush of pain as each wax strip was pulled, the accompanying surge of adrenaline.

  “Isn’t this so much better?” Caroline sighed, rubbing my skin with a soothing post-wax wipe. “Look at how smooth and soft you are.”

  “I could just devour her,” Priscilla said, eyeing me with an appetite so strong it bordered on voracious.

  “Might want to wait a little bit for that,” Blanche commented. “We’re not done yet.”

  “What else is left?” I whispered. “My head now?”

  “No way. Priscilla, hold her legs apart.”

  Priscilla grabbed my ankles.

  My head shot up as I realized what they were planning now. “No way! No! Not there!”

  “You’ll love it!” Priscilla reassured me.

  I struggled, but she was still too strong and I was too sensitive, my skin tingling from its abuse. Blanche repositioned herself between my spread thighs. She suddenly paused, the first sign of uncertainty she’d given since she started. “I don’t believe it.”

  “What?” Caroline leaned over to stare at me. She had been on tweezer duty, plucking what stray hairs Blanche’s expert waxing happened to leave behind.

  “Her pussy’s soaking wet!” Blanche crooned.

  I tried to shut my thighs. “It doesn’t mean anything!”

  “Hey, it’s a perfectly natural reaction,” Priscilla said.

  I nodded, holding her words to heart. My heart was racing this whole time. My blood was rushing in my veins. It was only biology that some things would get swollen with the influx of blood, and then other reactions would happen. I was wet, horribly wet, my lips and folds slick with juices, but it wasn’t because I was horny. It was because I had been aroused.

  It’s not the same thing as arousal, I told myself. That was a state of mind. Just because my body was reacting didn’t mean I had to go along with it, mentally.

  “I mean,” Priscilla continued, “If I was getting so much attention from three hot women, I’d be horny, too!”

  “Try not to c
um on me,” Blanche teased me. “I wouldn’t mind too much though, I guess.”

  I refused to say anything, and the waxing continued. All I could do was wait and hope it ended soon. There was nothing else left for them after they tended this part of me.

  Blanche started with my pussy mound. The pain stayed at around the same level as before, though sharper. I felt each pull, each tug, deep inside myself. Then she moved lower to wax my lips and I could no longer hold back the yelps and moans of pain that burst from my throat.

  The snickers and looks the other girls shared told me what they thought of my groaning. They thought I was turned on, that I’d want this to go on forever.

  I couldn’t wait for it to be over. And when it was over, it wasn’t, not really. Caroline put her hand between my legs and caressed me all over with a soothing wipe. Treacherous as it was already, my body betrayed me further. My clit throbbed with pleasure, my lips quivering at the attention.

  When she was done, when they were done, I was as smooth as a baby’s butt all over. I couldn’t resist the temptation to touch my smooth legs, my porcelain arms. It really did feel nice. But I wasn’t sure I would go through the whole thing again of my own accord.

  Blanche stood up and headed to her bag for a second time.

  “What have you got this time?” I asked.

  She turned around to show me. I instantly regretted asking. She held a teddy and a skimpy pair of panties—a thong. “Put these on,” she commanded.

  I stared at her. It seemed like the time had come where I could no longer sit back and let things happen to me. I could refuse to get up and then they’d dress me themselves, but what was the point of doing that when I’d already let them get this far?

  I got up and put on the lingerie. The feel of silk and satin caressed my body, hugged me in a way I liked despite my usual preference for warm nightgowns and PJs.

  Blanche grinned, seeming finally satisfied with what she’d done. “No one will recognize you tomorrow.”

  “Speaking of tomorrow,” Caroline murmured. “It almost is tomorrow. We should get some sleep.”

  “I want my new bestie to bunk with me,” Blanche announced. She leaped up onto the top bunk she’d claimed earlier and turned to smirk down at me. “You coming or what?”

  I hunched my shoulders and climbed into bed. The sheets were crisp and cool on my skin and smelled faintly of detergent.

  Priscilla and Caroline piled into their bunk, turning the lights out in the process.

  I lay awake in the dark for a long time. The only sound was that of birds and insects outside and breathing inside. I listened while the other girls fell asleep one-by-one. Caroline emitted little sleepy snores, like purrs, every so often.

  I wished I could drift off so easily. My body remained hypersensitive after the treatment I’d been given, and my thoughts were spinning in circles after the whole wild day I’d had.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about Zion, even though I wanted nothing to do with that man. I simply couldn’t reconcile how someone like him could have such a backward way of thinking.

  But this whole island was backward. There was nothing to do about it.

  Exhaustion swept through me without warning as the last of the adrenaline in my body faded out, like a supernova going out in a wink. I collapsed into sleep.

  “Put this on,” Priscilla said, tossing a few scraps of clothing in my direction when I emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel.

  I picked up the clothes. A bra and panties. “Can I borrow a dress or something?” I asked, my voice quiet.

  “Huh?” Priscilla frowned at me. “That’s shorts and a shirt. I don’t think you’re ready for the dress Blanche tried to put you in last night.”

  I took another look at what she’d given me and swallowed hard. She was right about what she’d given me, though I could be forgiven for thinking otherwise. The shorts were thin athletic shorts that would barely cover my crotch, and the shirt was a crop top that would push my breasts up high. No one would be able to avoid looking at them.

  Blanche glared at me and lifted an eyebrow. “Problem?”

  I shook my head and got dressed. After last night’s waxing session, I didn’t care so much about being naked in their presence. What could they see that they hadn’t already? As for the clothes, I told myself to be grateful I even had anything to wear at all.

  I wasn’t to be alone in my exhibitionism, at least. Somehow the other girls managed to wear even less, their clothes reduced to mere straps and buttons.

  Blanche led the way out the dorm room door, followed by Priscilla and then Caroline and myself together. Caroline held my hand, either to guide me or keep me from escaping.

  We stepped outside into the bright sunshine, where the valley was much more beautiful than it had been at night. I wanted to lie down in the grass and nap, even just having woken.

  “Keep up, slowpokes,” Blanche called back to the three of us. “We want to get there early before all the good classes are taken.”

  “Get . . . where?” I asked, dreading the answer even as I spoke.

  Blanche jerked to a halt and gaped at me. “To the main school building? To the administration’s office? Hello?”

  I shook my head, not understanding.

  Priscilla put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Maybe she’s been homeschooled her whole life or something? She doesn’t know how stuff works?”

  “That’s okay,” Caroline piped up, looking earnest. She turned to me. “Remember, according to the forms we all got, this is the day we get to pick our classes.”

  I hadn’t gotten any form, as I wasn’t a student. Fear pierced through me like an arrow. I was going to be found out, kicked out, forced to leave.

  Everyone got moving again and I had no choice but to follow along. Priscilla’s legs were so long and muscular. She’d catch me in an instant if I ran.

  At least now I know for sure why Caroline was holding my hand all this time. These girls think I’m dumb. I considered, reluctantly, that it might not be a bad idea to let them believe that.

  We came back to the main building I’d first entered upon arriving at the valley, the one with all the nude statues. They had lost some of their shock value overnight.

  Carly stood in front of the office, looking deep in thought. She lifted her head as we approached and smiled at the other girls. Appearing to notice me last, she frowned and motioned for me to come over. “Dear, good morning. Can we talk?”

  “Doesn’t she fit the school vibe now?” Priscilla butted in. “That’s thanks to us!”

  Carly laughed. “Yes, she does. Unfortunately, to be part of the school, Kelly needs to actually be part of the school.”

  “What do you mean, Miss Carly?” Caroline asked politely.

  “What I mean is, dear, you haven’t filled out any of the registration forms.” Carly lifted an eyebrow at me. “Did you think you could just walk in, unaccounted for? Not so. Keeping count of our students is important for all aspects of school life.”

  “Can’t you just put me in a spot some other student left open?” I blurted out.

  What the hell am I doing? I don’t want to go here!

  “I’m afraid not,” she scolded. “Not only is that forgery on our part, but it would also be identity theft on yours.”

  “Please don’t kick me out!” I blurted.

  “Luckily for you, this school has a very relaxed policy regarding registration. There’s still time for us to get your forms filled out. Come into the office here and we’ll get started on that.” Carly motioned for me to follow her. “The rest of you can come, too. We’ll get all your classes chosen together.”

  “Does this mean she wasn’t even supposed to be in our dorm last night?” Blanche demanded.

  “Yes,” Carly admitted. “It’s fortunate for her you had the room. Would you like to keep her?”

  “She’s fun,” Priscilla said brightly. “I don’t mind. How about you, Blanche?”

  “
It’s whatever.”

  No one asked Caroline what she thought, evidently assuming she would go with the majority.

  Carly took us back through the office, which was larger than I had thought it was from the outside. Rather than being separated into different rooms, the workers all occupied the same large space. Little privacy partitions around the desks gave them enough separation so they could focus if need be, but that was all. The partitions looked like a cheap afterthought compared to the rest of the space.

  Carly gathered up several chairs and positioned them around the desk. “Let’s sit down and get Kelly’s registration out of the way.”

  Caroline pulled out one of the chairs for me. I sat, and my new friends clustered in around me.

  Carly pulled out a stack of papers and pushed half of them over to me. “These are your registration forms. Let’s go through them. Really, all you need to do is sign or initial wherever I tell you.”

  I nodded and picked up the papers. They were all fairly standard from what I’d experienced in high school and college. Carly read each paragraph aloud and then explained what they meant, using small words and a patient voice like I was a toddler. When she asked me questions, one of the other girls would answer for me. It was easy. Too easy. Giving up my freedom should have been harder.

  Once we finished with most of the forms, Carly turned to her computer and entered some information. “And now we come to the matter of payment.”

  Payment. I’m getting money? Is this some sort of social experiment that I’ll get compensation for participating in?

  Carly dashed my hopes in a few words by reading out various charges that she wanted me to accept. Blanche noticed my expression and laughed at me. “Are you serious? This is a school. You thought it was going to be free? When has that ever happened?”

  “Scholarships,” Caroline suggested, meekly.

  Blanche’s eyes flashed in a stormy manner, the gray darkening. “If you could get a scholarship for a sex school, you don’t need sex school, dummy!”

  “Please, girls,” Carly said. She slid a device across the desk to me. “Here, enter your credit card number. I’d take your card but I have a feeling you don’t have that on you.”