by Carmen Lee
Chapter 1 – Friday Night
Sian stood on the beach, watching Tasha and Jane walk out of sight, and tried to get her head around the situation. She was completely naked, having left all her clothes in Jane’s car, and although the secluded patch of beach where she was standing was currently empty, it was unlikely to stay that way for long. It was late in the day and the sun was starting to dip towards the horizon. The cold wind brought up goosebumps on Sian’s bare skin, emphasising just how naked she was. She stood for a minute, listening to the sounds of people on the more crowded part of the beach; she was terrified of being seen, but a part of her was strangely excited to know that the only thing separating her from the crowds of people was a rock formation only a foot higher than her head.
The spot she was on was bordered on her left by a tall hill, rocky at the bottom and fortunately deserted – anyone looking down from the top of it would have been able to clearly see her. In front of her was the promenade, raised and fenced, and behind her the sea. She crouched in the shadow of the prom, where nobody walking there could see her, but she knew she couldn't stay there forever. Sooner or later she would have to find her way home, stark naked, without being seen. She knew, also, that the longer she waited the harder that would be – in an hour or two, the town would be packed with people out for the night.
Almost as soon as that thought occurred to her, her worst fears were realised. The sound of voices came to her along the prom, and footsteps, getting closer and closer. It sounded like a fair few people – maybe ten or so – and they were heading her way. Sian tried not to panic, but that was easier said than done. Thinking on her feet, she looked around for a place to hide – there! In the rocky hillside there was a small opening, like a cave, that looked just big enough for her to crawl into, and just hidden enough for her not to be seen, unless someone came looking. Quickly, she ran to it and slipped inside.
She hadn’t acted a moment too soon. Just seconds after she had concealed herself, she saw, looking back, a group of eight students walking onto the beach, carrying the makings of a bonfire. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something that made her heart sink.
Shit, she thought.
It was the second towel – in her panic she’d completely forgotten about it. It had blown a little way down the beach, landing up just out of reach of the rising tide.
Shit, shit, shit!
If she’d thought to pick it up, she could have wrapped it around herself and walked straight home without fear, looking for all the world like any other young woman coming back from the beach. Now, though, it was out of reach – she couldn’t get to it without exposing herself to the students, who had started building their bonfire and looked as though they’d be staying where they were for a good few hours.
She shrank back into the cave, hoping she was far enough into it to be completely out of sight. The wet rocks were cold against her bare skin and she started to shiver. She knew she couldn’t stay out for long – the temperature was already dropping and the last thing she needed was to catch a cold, or worse, the flu.
She crouched there in the cave, feeling the coldness of the rocks, until the sun had started to set and the boys on the beach had lit their bonfire. Staring out at it, she imagined how warm it would be, sitting beside that fire, which only made her feel the freezing cold even more. She shivered, but not just with the cold. Despite herself, the arousal that she’d felt during the initiation was only increasing as time went by and her predicament grew more desperate. Being completely naked and trapped in a public place was perversely thrilling to her, and she found her hand wandering almost of its own accord down to her groin.
Shocked at her own desire, she began to masturbate, and the pleasure was so incredible that she had to stuff her free hand in her mouth to silence her moans. She plunged her fingers in and out of herself, rubbing her clitoris with her thumb, until she was bucking and shaking in the grip of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. The shame of getting off in a damp, dirty cave with people only a few yards away only made the pleasure more intense.
As the waves of pleasure subsided and her breathing returned to normal, she realised she had to move; it was almost dark and she had made no progress towards her home. Fortunately, she lived relatively close by – just over the hill and down a little way into town. Still, any walk is a long walk when you have no clothes on.
Behind her, the cave opened onto the hillside, still muddy from the recent rain. She began crawling through the narrow cave to reach it. There was a kind of slimy moss growing on the rocks, and the feeling of it smearing across her skin made Sian shudder. By the time she had made it to the cave’s exit, there were long green stains on her arms and one of her thighs, and her thin white body was slick with the salt water that dripped from the rocks.
She emerged out into the fading light, stepping from the harsh rocks onto soft, muddy ground that squelched beneath her bare feet. She grimaced at the feeling, but she knew she had to keep going. So she struggled up the muddy slope that led to the footpath; just as she was almost at the path, she heard a voice coming from round the corner; a late night walker on their way down the hill. She jumped at the sound, and looked around for cover; the only thing large enough to hide her was a bush growing by the side of the road. She crouched behind it, praying that she wouldn’t be seen. As she voice grew closer, Sian realised that she recognised it; it was one of her lecturers, Amanda Markson. Sian’s heart sank – if her lecturer found her out here in public naked, she could be kicked out of the university, or worse. If Dr Markson called the police...Sian didn’t even want to think about that.
She crouched there, shivering in the cold wind, as Dr Markson walked down the path, talking on the phone.
“Anyway, I’m gonna have to go now – not got much credit left. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She hung up. Sian watched through the bush as Dr Markson walked by, but just as she was about to continue out of sight, she stopped and turned round. Sian froze; she had been seen. She knew it. As Dr Markson peered at the bush, Sisn became certain that she could see the muddy, shivering girl hiding behind it.
“Excuse me,” Markson said, “is there someone behind there?”
“Er – yeah,” said Sian, as she blushed bright red.
“Are you ok?”
“Um...” how should she answer that? “Yeah, yeah, I’m good thanks.” Sian was just hoping that Dr Markson hadn’t realised she was naked.
“Are you – are you sure? I mean, I know this is a strange question, but – are you wearing any clothes? It’s just that you don't look like you are.”
Oh God, Sian thought. Now she was really caught. Thinking fast, she tried to decide what to say – she figured it was best to tell the truth. Surely Dr Markson would take pity on her, given her current situation?
“Well, the thing is – I kind of lost all my clothes. It was a cheerleader thing, sort of an initiation.”
Dr Markson sighed. “I thought as much. They do tend to go a bit far, those cheerleaders. Would you like to borrow my coat? Or is that against the rules?”
Sian couldn’t believe her luck. Dr Markson was wearing an ankle-length winter coat that would keep her warm as well as covering her up.
“Oh my god,” she said, “would you let me borrow your coat? That would be amazing!”
“Sure – here you go.” Dr Markson took off her coat and held it in her hands.
“Er, could you bring it over here, please?” Dr Markson was holding it well out of reach – Sian would have had to come out from behind the bush to get it.
“Why don’t you
come and get it?” Dr Markson had a wicked grin on her face.
Slowly, it dawned on Sian – Dr Markson must have known that the initiations would be taking place on the beach. She’d probably been hanging around on the hill, watching from above, waiting for a moment like this to arrive.
Sian stepped out from behind the bush, covering herself with her hands, but Dr Markson shook her head and held the coat closer to her. Sian was puzzled for a moment, then realised what she was expected to do. Blushing, she lowered her hands and spun around slowly, letting Dr Markson get a good look at the whole of her naked, muddy body. Dr Markson smiled.
“There’s a good girl,” she said, and handed over the coat.
Sian hurriedly put the coat on. As soon as she was protected from both the cold wind and Dr Markson’s lecherous stare, she felt incredibly relaxed.
“Well, this has been a fantastic end to my evening,” said Dr Markson, “but I’m afraid I have to be off now. Make sure you return the coat to me tomorrow.”
All Sian could do was nod meekly – she was paralysed by the humiliation of her lecturer seeing her naked, but worse than that, her arousal had returned. She was more turned on now than she had been when she’d masturbated in the cave. As Dr Markson walked off down the hill, Sian turned and hurried home. She walked past a lot of people on the way, and it aroused her unbearably to think that they had no idea she was naked under the long coat.
When she got home, her flatmates were nowhere to be found – probably out drinking. Sian showered briefly to wash off the mud, then went to bed, where she masturbated to another explosive orgasm before going to sleep.
Chapter 2 – Saturday morning.
Sian woke up early on Saturday morning. As soon as she awoke she knew something was wrong: her duvet was gone. She sat up, completely naked, and looked around. She had hung Dr Markson’s coat up on the back of her door when she came in the previous night, but that, too, was now gone. Starting to freak out, she got out of bed and walked over to her wardrobe – there was nothing inside. She began searching her room frantically for something to put on, but there was not a single item of clothing anywhere; not even a towel or a bedsheet that she could wrap herself in. She stood in the middle of her bedroom, stunned and puzzled. Just then, a knock came on the door.
“Sian?”
“Are you in there?”
It was her flatmates, Sophie and Beth. They were behind this, Sian realised. They must think it was pretty funny to steal all her clothes.
“Guys? What have you done with all my clothes?”
“What do you mean?” said Beth.
“Oh, come on, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Where have all my clothes gone?”
“Wait,” said Sophie, “are you telling us you’ve got no clothes in there at all?”
“Don't play dumb with me – you took my clothes last night. Very funny, ha bloody ha.”
“So, are you wearing any clothes now?” Sophie sounded like she was struggling to contain laughter. “Or are you, like, naked?”
“I think we should see for ourselves,” said Beth.
“No, wait –“
It was too late. Sian had forgotten to lock her door the previous night, and Beth and Sophie were free to barge right in. Sian shrieked and crouched down on the floor, trying to keep as much of her body covered as possible. Beth and Sophie tried to stifle their giggles.
“Wow,” said Sophie, “you weren’t lying. You really are naked.”
“Of course I am!” said Sian. “You’ve hidden all my clothes!”
“Now, why would we do a thing like that?”
“Because you have a twisted sense of humour?”
“Hmm,” said Beth, “that is true. You know, now that you mention it, we might have taken your clothes.”
“Well, give them back!”
“Didn’t they tell you?” said Beth.
“Tell me what?”
“It’s part of the initiation. You didn’t actually fail – there’s still a chance that you can get onto the cheerleading team. You just have to do as we say for a while.”
Sian was suspicious. “Why should I believe you?”
Beth and Sophie thought for a minute.
“Well, we could call up Jane and get her to confirm it. Although, if we did that, she’d probably want to be part of the fun too...”
Sian sighed. She didn’t think they were bluffing, and it wasn’t worth the risk of letting Jane take control of her – whatever Beth and Sophie would do to her, it would be nothing compared to what Jane might think of. That girl was a sadist.
“Alright,” she said, “I believe you.”
“Great!” said Beth. “So, we’re in charge now – ok?”
“Yeah, I guess,” said Sian. She was dreading what would come next, but it was worth it for a shot at being a cheerleader – that had been an ambition of hers for years, and she would do almost anything to achieve it.
“Good. First,” said Beth, “I think you should stop crouching on the floor like that. Stand up straight, and don’t even think of covering up.”
Sian did as she was told, standing up and letting her arms drop down to her sides. Beth and Sophie smirked, looking her up and down as she cringed in embarrassment. Still, she thought, at least she wasn’t out in public this time.
“Alright then,” she said, “what do I have to do?”
“Patience, initiate,” said Sophie. “We’ll get to the fun stuff later.” Sian dreaded to think what she meant by “the fun stuff”. “For now,” she said, “let’s have some breakfast.”
They led Sian down the stairs and into the kitchen – as soon as they opened the door, though, Sian cringed back into the hallway.
“I can’t go in there!” she said. “The curtains are open! What if someone sees me?”
“Then they’ll have had a damn good day,” Beth said.
“No, seriously,” said Sian, “I can’t go in there with the curtains open like that. You can do what you like with me in the house, but I draw the line at being naked in front of any random stranger that walks past.”
“Alright,” said Beth, “we’ll draw the curtains. You wait here.”
They went into the kitchen and closed the door behind them. When they opened it again, the curtains were drawn. Sian walked in after them, glad to know that she still had at least a little control over the situation.
“I think,” said Beth, “that we just did you a pretty considerable favour. So, it’s only fair that we get something in return.”
“Alright, what do you want?” Sian tried to project an air of arrogance, like she really couldn’t be fucked about it all, but inside she was nervous about what they might think of.
“Turn around,” said Sophie, “and bend over.”
Sian blushed bright red, but she did as she was told. She expected a spanking, but what Sophie said next was even worse.
“Now spread your cheeks and show us your anus.”
Sian was shocked – being naked in front of her two friends was hardly a great way to spend a Saturday, but this was a level of exposure that she hadn’t been prepared for. She reached around and pulled her buttocks apart, exposing her arsehole to the two girls, who laughed and mocked her indignity.
“Well done. You really want to make the team, don't you?” said Beth.
“Obviously,” said Sian.
Next, they had her make breakfast for them – three rounds of toast, with peanut butter for Sian and Beth and Marmite for Sophie, plus three cups of tea. It was a strange experience for Sian to sit and have breakfast with her friends – everything was perfectly normal, except for the fact that she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. For a while, they even chatted, as if it were just another Saturday morning. Sian found that it was not an unpleasant feeling – dismayed, but not particularly surprised, she realised that it turned her on to be so exposed, just as it had the previous day. She hoped her friends wouldn’t notice.
After breakfast, Sophie and Beth had he
r wash up for them, while wearing the first item of clothing she had been allowed to put on that day – a pair of rubber washing up gloves.
“That’s quite a good look for you,” said Sophie. “Oh, I know! We should get some pictures!”
The two girls whipped out their phones.
“Come on,” said Beth, “strike a pose!”
“Hey, stop! I never said you could take pictures!”
“Don't worry,” said Beth, “these will be for our eyes only. And we’ll edit out your face. I promise.”
“I’m not gonna take your word for that,” said Sian.
“Well in that case,” said Sophie, “we’ll have to inform Jane that you failed the test.”
Sian thought about it. There was no way she was going to let all her struggles be for nothing, but she didn’t want these two to have such incriminating pictures of her on their phones. Finally, she came up with a compromise.
“I’ll do the pictures,” she said, “but I want to cover my face.”
Beth and Sophie agreed, and started looking for something to cover her face with. Sophie handed her a tea towel, which Sian folded into a bandanna and tied around her face, obscuring her nose and mouth. Then Beth gave her a pair of sunglasses to cover her eyes. She looked pretty funny, naked except for her rubber gloves and face covering, and the two girls couldn’t help but laugh as they photographed her.
“Come on, don’t just stand there like a lemon,” said Beth, “pose for us!”
They made her stand with her hands up in a boxing stance, with her hands on her hips, and then with one foot up on a chair – that was the most humiliating of all, as it forced her to spread her legs and give the camera a perfect view of her exposed vulva. The laughter of her friends and the revealing poses they made her adopt aroused Sian even more. She was furious with herself for being so turned on, but she couldn’t help it – there was part of her that clearly loved being debased in this way.
“Ok,” said Sophie, “I think we’ve got enough pictures. You can get on with the dishes now.”
Sian took off the glasses and tea towel and went back to work. Just as she was drying the last mug, disaster struck – it slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. When Sian picked it up, she saw that she had chipped it.
