Chapter 1
Riley stepped out of the car, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, as she took in the sight of the dormitory. It was the first time she had ever lived away from home, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness well up inside her. She glanced at the letter in her hand, the address written in her mother's familiar cursive. This was it. This was where she would begin her new life, her new adventure.
As she walked towards the entrance, she couldn't help but notice how tall and confident the other girls seemed to be. They all seemed to have curves in all the right places, and their hair was always perfectly styled. Riley, on the other hand, was short and petite, with bright red hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders and a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her body was flat and not very well endowed, which only added to her self-consciousness.
With a deep breath, she made her way up to her room, her key already in hand. As she unlocked the door, she peeked inside, immediately feeling a bit of homesickness. The room was small, but cozy, with two twin beds, a desk, and a bookshelf. There was a poster of a beach scene on one wall, and a painting of a sunflower on another. It looked just like any college dorm room she had seen on TV.
She set her duffel bag down beside her bed and took a moment to take it all in, trying to adjust to the idea that this was now her home. As she stood there, lost in thought, she heard a knock on the door. Startled, she hurried over and swung it open to find a tall, thin girl with long, curly hair standing in the hallway.
"Hi, I'm Ellie," she said with a friendly smile. "I'm your roommate." Riley smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease. "It's nice to meet you, Ellie. I'm Riley."
Ellie gestured to a girl standing off to the side. "And this is my best friend, Aria." Aria waved shyly, her long, dark hair falling over her shoulder. She had a cute, round face and big, expressive eyes.
As they chatted, Riley learned that Ellie was majoring in biology, while Aria was studying art history. They were both Sophomores, and had been childhood best friends. They seemed to have a really close bond, laughing and joking with each other as they shared stories about their childhoods and their families. Riley felt a bit nervous at first, not wanting to intrude on their friendship, but they were both very welcoming and made her feel right at home as they spend the next few hours getting to know each other.
Eventually, Riley glanced at the clock and realized that it was getting late. She had promised herself a shower after she unpacked, and she was beginning to feel a bit grimy from her long journey. She excused herself from the room, saying that she needed to get ready for bed.
The shared bathroom was just down the hall. As she stepped inside, she immediately noticed the warm, moist air. The shower room was to her left. She was grateful to see four curtained-off showers facing each other. This would allow her just enough privacy to shower in peace.
Riley stepped into the far left shower stall, leaving her clean clothes nearly stacked on the ground, so they’d be in reaching distance. She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks, revealing a pair of well-worn, frayed white socks underneath. Next, she unbuttoned her jeans, letting them fall to the floor in a pile, and stepped out of her panties. She hesitated for a moment, feeling self-conscious about her body, before slipping off her tank top and bra. Now completely naked, she took a deep breath and stepped up to the shower, turning the hot water on.
The steamy air enveloped her as she stood under the warm water, letting it cascade down her body. She closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh as she massaged a dollop of lavender-scented body wash between her hands. The soap lathered up, creating a thick, creamy foam that caressed her skin as she scrubbed herself clean.
Time seemed to stand still as she lost herself in the sensation of the water, the smell of the soap, and the feel of her body being washed. It was only when she reached down to rinse the soap from her legs that she noticed something was off. Her clothes were gone. They were always there, a safe and familiar presence amidst the unfamiliarity of the shower room. Now, they were simply gone.
Riley's heart skipped a beat, a strange mixture of panic and embarrassment welling up inside her. She searched frantically around the small space, her eyes darting from one corner to another, but there was no sign of her clothes. All that remained was a soft, fluffy towel, neatly folded on the ledge beside the shower.
Taking a deep breath, she wrapped the towel around her body, clinging to it as if it were a life preserver. She didn't dare look at herself in the mirror, afraid that she might see the terror in her eyes. She felt naked, exposed, as if she'd been stripped of not only her clothes but of her dignity as well.
The thought of facing Ellie and Aria without her clothes made her want to throw up. Nobody had ever seen her naked before. She certainly did not want to change that now, on her very first day of college.
She stood there for what felt like an eternity, the towel wrapped tightly around her body, her heart pounding in her ears. She wanted to run away, to hide somewhere where no one could find her. But where could she go? She was in a strange place, with no money and no ID. There was nowhere for her to go but back to the room, hoping maybe she could sneak in without being seen.
With a deep breath, she forced herself to move, leaving the bathroom anyone walking slowly down the hallway, her eyes darting nervously from side to side. She could hear laughter and music coming from one of the rooms. She held the towel tighter than ever, quickly hurrying down the hall while praying nobody would open a door and see her like this.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally reached the door to her room. She took a deep breath and tried to open it, hoping against odds that they'd left it unlocked, but it was firmly shut. Her heart sank as she felt a knot form in her stomach. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't just stand here, could she?
The Unraveling (New 9/03)
Chapter 2
Riley’s eyes darted around the hallway, searching for anything that might help her, and that's when she saw it. Out of the corner of her eye, a single, familiar-looking sock perched on the edge of a door. A surge of hope filled her chest. She hurried over, her toes curling with anticipation. It was hers. Her sock.
But something didn't add up. Why would her sock be here, all by itself? And why was it perched up on a door? As she reached to pick it up, she felt a piece of paper attached to it. Her heart began to race as she realized that someone had taken her clothes on purpose. They weren't lost or misplaced. They were gone.
Riley carefully detached the paper from her sock and unfolded it, her hands trembling. The note was written in a feminine, looping script that she didn't recognize. It read:
“In order to find your clothes, you must follow the clues. Your next clue is located in the living room common area.”
Tears stung at her eyes as she read the note, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt a knot form in her stomach, and her hands trembled as she clutched the towel tighter around her. The thought of someone taking her clothes on purpose was almost too much to bear. She wanted to scream, to demand that they be returned to her immediately. But she knew that wouldn't accomplish anything.
Instead, she forced herself to calm down, to gather her thoughts and composure. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to steady her racing heart. She knew that if she didn't remain calm, she'd make a scene and only make things worse for herself.
With a resolve she didn't know she possessed, she squared her shoulders and forced herself to walk down the hallway, her feet moving mechanically toward the living room. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, and with every step she took, her heart pounded harder against her ribcage. She could feel the weight of the towel around her body, the fabric rubbing uncomfortably against her sensitive skin.
Finally, she reached the living room door and paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before steeling herself and pushing it open. The room was empty, the only sound the gentle hum of the television in the corner. She let out a shaky sigh of relief and moved cautiously inside, scanning the area for any signs of the people who had taken her clothes.
The living room was modest in size, with a worn red couch and a small coffee table in the center. A few magazines were scattered on the table, their pages frayed and dog-eared. Above the couch hung a large, flat-screen television, currently showing a movie with the volume turned down low. The room was dimly lit, with a soft glow emanating from a few strategically placed lamps.
Riley moved carefully around the room, her gaze darting from one object to another, searching for any clue as to where she should go next. She paused by the television, noticing that the remote control was sitting on the coffee table, within easy reach. The thought of turning it up, of drowning out the silence with sound, was tempting, but she knew that she needed to focus.
As she crouched down to look beneath the couch, her fingers brushed against something hard and smooth. She pulled her hand back, her heart pounding, and reached forward again, feeling carefully until her fingers closed around a small piece of folded paper. She unfolded it carefully, her hands shaking with anticipation.
The second note was shorter than the first, simply instructing her to look in the coffee table drawer. Her heart sank as she realized that this game of hide-and-seek with her clothes was far more elaborate than she had initially thought. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, steeling herself for what she might find in the drawer.
With trembling hands, she opened the drawer and peered inside. At first, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary: a few magazines, a small box of tissues, and a black Polaroid camera. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached forward and picked up the camera. The thought of someone taking pictures of her, of recording these moments for some twisted purpose...it was unbearable.
But then she noticed something else. There was a small envelope tucked behind the camera, addressed to her. Her name was written in neat, feminine script. She took a deep breath and carefully removed the envelope, her heart pounding wildly.
Inside the envelope was another note, written on a piece of crisp, white paper. The words seemed to dance before her eyes, refusing to come into focus. She forced herself to steady her trembling hands and smooth out the paper, willing her vision to clear.
As she read the words, her heart began to race. The note instructed her to take the Polaroid camera and use it to take a photo of her breasts and her face, making sure that both were clearly visible. It went on to say that she should then slip the photo under the door of dorm 347. The thought of baring herself once more, of exposing one of her most intimate parts to a stranger, filled her with dread. She glanced around the room, searching for some sign of the person who had written the note. There was no one there. She was alone. Alone and frightened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she considered what she should do. Should she obey the instructions? Would it make things better, or worse?
She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to take the photo, didn't want to expose herself to whoever was behind this. But as she looked at the note again, the words seemed to burn into her brain: "You have no choice." She felt a chill run down her spine at the thought that they might be right.
Trembling, she untied the towel and let it fall, leaving her completely naked. She felt more exposed than ever, her bare skin goosebumping in the cool air. Her breasts, still flushed from the hot shower, seemed to stand out, forming two small mounds across her chest. She took a deep breath and lifted the camera, focusing on the image of herself in the mirror hung on the wait. The camera's shutter clicked, capturing her terror and vulnerability in a single, frozen moment.
She glanced down at the Polaroid photo, her heart racing as she studied the image of her small, pale breasts and her face, twisted in shame. Even as she tried to convince herself that it was just a picture, that it couldn't hurt her, she felt exposed and violated. A shiver of revulsion ran down her spine as she considered what might happen next.
She quickly bent down, grabbing her fluffy towel from the ground. She tightly wrapped it back around her exposed body, giving her some sense of modesty. At least now, she wasn’t fully naked. With a deep breath, she tucked the photo away in the envelope the note had come in, hiding it from anybody’s sight. She knew her time to deliver the was likely limited. Quietly, she slipped out of the living room back into the hall. She held a steady pace and she quickly but quietly made her way down the hallway, which seemed to go on forever.
Trembling, she crept to the door of dorm 347. The envelope containing the photo lay heavy in her hand, the contents pressing against the thin paper. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever was to come, and slipped the envelope under the door. The soft click of it hitting the floor sent a chill through her.
Riley’s eyes darted around the hallway, searching for anything that might help her, and that's when she saw it. Out of the corner of her eye, a single, familiar-looking sock perched on the edge of a door. A surge of hope filled her chest. She hurried over, her toes curling with anticipation. It was hers. Her sock.
But something didn't add up. Why would her sock be here, all by itself? And why was it perched up on a door? As she reached to pick it up, she felt a piece of paper attached to it. Her heart began to race as she realized that someone had taken her clothes on purpose. They weren't lost or misplaced. They were gone.
Riley carefully detached the paper from her sock and unfolded it, her hands trembling. The note was written in a feminine, looping script that she didn't recognize. It read:
“In order to find your clothes, you must follow the clues. Your next clue is located in the living room common area.”
Tears stung at her eyes as she read the note, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt a knot form in her stomach, and her hands trembled as she clutched the towel tighter around her. The thought of someone taking her clothes on purpose was almost too much to bear. She wanted to scream, to demand that they be returned to her immediately. But she knew that wouldn't accomplish anything.
Instead, she forced herself to calm down, to gather her thoughts and composure. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to steady her racing heart. She knew that if she didn't remain calm, she'd make a scene and only make things worse for herself.
With a resolve she didn't know she possessed, she squared her shoulders and forced herself to walk down the hallway, her feet moving mechanically toward the living room. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, and with every step she took, her heart pounded harder against her ribcage. She could feel the weight of the towel around her body, the fabric rubbing uncomfortably against her sensitive skin.
Finally, she reached the living room door and paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before steeling herself and pushing it open. The room was empty, the only sound the gentle hum of the television in the corner. She let out a shaky sigh of relief and moved cautiously inside, scanning the area for any signs of the people who had taken her clothes.
The living room was modest in size, with a worn red couch and a small coffee table in the center. A few magazines were scattered on the table, their pages frayed and dog-eared. Above the couch hung a large, flat-screen television, currently showing a movie with the volume turned down low. The room was dimly lit, with a soft glow emanating from a few strategically placed lamps.
Riley moved carefully around the room, her gaze darting from one object to another, searching for any clue as to where she should go next. She paused by the television, noticing that the remote control was sitting on the coffee table, within easy reach. The thought of turning it up, of drowning out the silence with sound, was tempting, but she knew that she needed to focus.
As she crouched down to look beneath the couch, her fingers brushed against something hard and smooth. She pulled her hand back, her heart pounding, and reached forward again, feeling carefully until her fingers closed around a small piece of folded paper. She unfolded it carefully, her hands shaking with anticipation.
The second note was shorter than the first, simply instructing her to look in the coffee table drawer. Her heart sank as she realized that this game of hide-and-seek with her clothes was far more elaborate than she had initially thought. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, steeling herself for what she might find in the drawer.
With trembling hands, she opened the drawer and peered inside. At first, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary: a few magazines, a small box of tissues, and a black Polaroid camera. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached forward and picked up the camera. The thought of someone taking pictures of her, of recording these moments for some twisted purpose...it was unbearable.
But then she noticed something else. There was a small envelope tucked behind the camera, addressed to her. Her name was written in neat, feminine script. She took a deep breath and carefully removed the envelope, her heart pounding wildly.
Inside the envelope was another note, written on a piece of crisp, white paper. The words seemed to dance before her eyes, refusing to come into focus. She forced herself to steady her trembling hands and smooth out the paper, willing her vision to clear.
As she read the words, her heart began to race. The note instructed her to take the Polaroid camera and use it to take a photo of her breasts and her face, making sure that both were clearly visible. It went on to say that she should then slip the photo under the door of dorm 347. The thought of baring herself once more, of exposing one of her most intimate parts to a stranger, filled her with dread. She glanced around the room, searching for some sign of the person who had written the note. There was no one there. She was alone. Alone and frightened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she considered what she should do. Should she obey the instructions? Would it make things better, or worse?
She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to take the photo, didn't want to expose herself to whoever was behind this. But as she looked at the note again, the words seemed to burn into her brain: "You have no choice." She felt a chill run down her spine at the thought that they might be right.
Trembling, she untied the towel and let it fall, leaving her completely naked. She felt more exposed than ever, her bare skin goosebumping in the cool air. Her breasts, still flushed from the hot shower, seemed to stand out, forming two small mounds across her chest. She took a deep breath and lifted the camera, focusing on the image of herself in the mirror hung on the wait. The camera's shutter clicked, capturing her terror and vulnerability in a single, frozen moment.
She glanced down at the Polaroid photo, her heart racing as she studied the image of her small, pale breasts and her face, twisted in shame. Even as she tried to convince herself that it was just a picture, that it couldn't hurt her, she felt exposed and violated. A shiver of revulsion ran down her spine as she considered what might happen next.
She quickly bent down, grabbing her fluffy towel from the ground. She tightly wrapped it back around her exposed body, giving her some sense of modesty. At least now, she wasn’t fully naked. With a deep breath, she tucked the photo away in the envelope the note had come in, hiding it from anybody’s sight. She knew her time to deliver the was likely limited. Quietly, she slipped out of the living room back into the hall. She held a steady pace and she quickly but quietly made her way down the hallway, which seemed to go on forever.
Trembling, she crept to the door of dorm 347. The envelope containing the photo lay heavy in her hand, the contents pressing against the thin paper. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever was to come, and slipped the envelope under the door. The soft click of it hitting the floor sent a chill through her.
Chapter 3
Riley’s heart pounded in her ears as she waited for a response. There silence seemed to stretch on forever, and with every passing second, she felt the weight of her actions pressing down on her. She wondered if she had made a terrible mistake, if there was some way out of this nightmare.
As if in response to her unspoken thoughts, the door swung open, revealing Ellie and Aria. Their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her, and then they exchanged glances, a flicker of understanding passing between them. For a moment, she thought they might be angry with her. But then, to her utter shock, they both broke into wide smiles.
"You did it!" Ellie exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "You took the picture just like we told you!" Aria nodded in agreement, her dark curls bouncing around her face. "You're really good at following instructions, aren't you?" she said, her voice tinged with admiration.
Riley felt a mixture of confusion and fear as she watched the two girls exchange knowing glances. She wanted to ask them what was going on, but she was afraid of what their answer might be. As they stepped further into the room, she couldn't help but notice the way they moved: confident, almost graceful. It was as if they owned the space around them.
"So," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's this all about?"
Ellie and Aria exchanged another knowing glance, their smiles never wavering. "Well," Ellie began, "it's just a little tradition we have here at the college. You see, this dorm is primarily for sophomores, and we thought it would be fun to haze any freshmen who are unlucky enough to end up living here."
Riley's heart sank at the words. She had heard stories about hazing in college, but she had never imagined something like this. "But why did you choose me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't do anything to you."
Ellie shrugged, her expression unapologetic. "You were just the unlucky one who ended up here," she said, gesturing to the room around them. "It's just a bit of fun, really. Besides, it's not like anyone gets hurt or anything."
Riley felt a chill run down her spine. "But you took my clothes," she protested weakly. "That's not fun."
Ellie shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, don't worry. We'll get them back to you eventually," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "But first, we have something else in mind for you."
Riley glanced nervously between the two girls, her heart racing. She didn't like the sound of this at all. "Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered.
Ellie smirked, clearly enjoying the power she held over Riley. "Oh, it's really quite simple," she said, stepping closer. "You just have to take off your towel and spend five minutes with us, that's all."
Riley's eyes widened in disbelief. "You want me to be naked in front of you?" she stammered.
Ellie smiled reassuringly. "Oh, it's no big deal," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "We're all girls here, right? And it's not like we're going to do anything to you. It's just a little bit of fun." Aria nodded in agreement, her expression unreadable.
Riley felt a mixture of fear and revulsion. She didn't want to do this, but she also didn't want to anger these girls any further. They had taken her clothes, and she didn't know what else they were capable of. "Okay," she said slowly, her voice shaking. "I'll do it."
Ellie and Aria exchanged another smile, this time more triumphant. "Perfect," Ellie said, stepping back. "Now, just turn around and put your towel on the bed. Then you can come over here and stand in front of us."
Riley's heart hammered in her chest as she slowly turned around, feeling a mixture of shame and fear. She took a deep breath and let her towel fall to the ground, revealing her petite, toned body. Her butt was high and round, the cheeks firm and smooth, and the crack dimpled ever so slightly. She felt self-conscious as she put her hands on her front side , covering herself as best she could.
With a deep breath, she finally turned back towards her audience while covering up her crotch and breasts as best as she could.
Ellie and Aria's expressions were a mix of anticipation and amusement. "There's no need to be so modest," Ellie said, her voice taking on a taunting edge. "We've all seen a naked girl before, you know." She gestured for Riley to step closer.
Riley hesitantly moved forward, her heart racing. She was terrified, but she couldn't help feeling a strange sense of resignation as well. As she stood in front of the two girls, she forced herself to meet their gazes. Ellie's eyes raked over her body, assessing, while Aria seemed to study her face, her expression unreadable.
"Now, let's see if you're a good sport," Ellie said, her voice cold and mocking. "Put your hands on your head."
Riley hesitated, her eyes darting between the two girls. "I don't think I want to do that," she stammered.
Ellie raised an eyebrow, her expression unamused. "Oh, really?" she drawled. "And what makes you think you have a choice in the matter?"
Riley swallowed hard, her eyes darting back and forth between the two girls. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "Please, don't make me do this."
Ellie's expression hardened. "Oh, I think you'll do it," she said coldly. "Because if you don't, I'm afraid you're going to find out just how unpleasant things can get around here."
Riley's breath hitched in her throat. She glanced from Ellie to Aria, her eyes wide with fear. Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her hands and placed them on top of her head. The girls in the room watched her silently, their expressions unreadable.
Her body trembled as she stood there, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. She wished she could disappear, become invisible. She'd never felt so small and helpless before.
"Well, well, well," Ellie drawled, a cruel smile playing around her lips. "Look at that. I didn't realize we had such a little thing here." She motioned for Aria to join her, and the two girls walked around Riley, their gazes raking over her body like predators sizing up their prey. "Not much to her, is there?" Ellie continued, her voice dripping with condescension.
Riley stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, her skin flushing with embarrassment. She wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but here. The way they were looking at her made her feel so exposed, so vulnerable.
As they circled around her, their gazes raking over her body, she tried to focus on anything but their eyes. Her breasts were small, but they'd long since stopped growing. She imagined they were the size they'd be for the rest of her life. Her nipples were hard, standing at attention despite her shame.
Her pussy lips were tight, a shade pinker than the rest of her skin. They pressed together, forming a perfect slit that seemed to beg for attention. She could feel the warmth between her legs, a constant reminder of her own femininity despite the humiliation she was enduring. And above it all, a small patch of wispy red hair, like a delicate flame against her smooth, pale skin.
The two girls continued to circle her, their predatory gazes never leaving her body. They seemed to be taking in every detail, cataloguing her for later. Riley's breath came out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her hands remained on her head, feeling the weight of their gazes pressing down on her like a physical force.
"She's so tiny," Aria whispered, her voice tinged with awe. "It's like she's made of porcelain."
Riley's heart skipped a beat. She felt like she might throw up. The way they were talking about her, like she was some sort of object... it made her skin crawl. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but she knew there was no point. They had all the power here.
Finally, Ellie held up a hand. "Okay, that's enough. Get her clothes," she said to Aria. Aria nodded and hurried over to the bag, digging through it until she found the neatly folded pile of Riley's clothes. She held them out, a cruel smile playing around her lips.
Riley's heart raced as she took her clothes, quickly dressing herself in the familiar fabric. Her movements were jerky and frantic, a desperate need to get away from the girls and the humiliation they'd put her through. Once she was fully dressed, she backed away from them, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an exit.
"Oh, and Riley?" Ellie called after her, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Don't you dare try to tell anyone about this. We'll make sure you regret it."
Riley stopped in her tracks, her heart racing. "I-I won't," she stammered, the words barely audible.
Ellie grinned wickedly, stepping forward. "Oh, we know you won’t. You'll do whatever it takes to get that photo back, won't you?" Her eyes glinted with malice. "And we'll be watching you. Every move you make, every step you take."
Riley swallowed hard, feeling a shiver of fear down her spine. She nodded slowly, unable to form words. "Y-yes," she managed to croak out. "I understand."
The girls exchanged smug glances, clearly pleased with themselves. As she turned to leave, Riley's mind raced with possibilities. She couldn't go to the police; they'd never believe her. And even if they did, they might not be able to find the girls responsible. No, she'd have to find another way to get the photo back.
Riley’s heart pounded in her ears as she waited for a response. There silence seemed to stretch on forever, and with every passing second, she felt the weight of her actions pressing down on her. She wondered if she had made a terrible mistake, if there was some way out of this nightmare.
As if in response to her unspoken thoughts, the door swung open, revealing Ellie and Aria. Their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her, and then they exchanged glances, a flicker of understanding passing between them. For a moment, she thought they might be angry with her. But then, to her utter shock, they both broke into wide smiles.
"You did it!" Ellie exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "You took the picture just like we told you!" Aria nodded in agreement, her dark curls bouncing around her face. "You're really good at following instructions, aren't you?" she said, her voice tinged with admiration.
Riley felt a mixture of confusion and fear as she watched the two girls exchange knowing glances. She wanted to ask them what was going on, but she was afraid of what their answer might be. As they stepped further into the room, she couldn't help but notice the way they moved: confident, almost graceful. It was as if they owned the space around them.
"So," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's this all about?"
Ellie and Aria exchanged another knowing glance, their smiles never wavering. "Well," Ellie began, "it's just a little tradition we have here at the college. You see, this dorm is primarily for sophomores, and we thought it would be fun to haze any freshmen who are unlucky enough to end up living here."
Riley's heart sank at the words. She had heard stories about hazing in college, but she had never imagined something like this. "But why did you choose me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't do anything to you."
Ellie shrugged, her expression unapologetic. "You were just the unlucky one who ended up here," she said, gesturing to the room around them. "It's just a bit of fun, really. Besides, it's not like anyone gets hurt or anything."
Riley felt a chill run down her spine. "But you took my clothes," she protested weakly. "That's not fun."
Ellie shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, don't worry. We'll get them back to you eventually," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "But first, we have something else in mind for you."
Riley glanced nervously between the two girls, her heart racing. She didn't like the sound of this at all. "Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered.
Ellie smirked, clearly enjoying the power she held over Riley. "Oh, it's really quite simple," she said, stepping closer. "You just have to take off your towel and spend five minutes with us, that's all."
Riley's eyes widened in disbelief. "You want me to be naked in front of you?" she stammered.
Ellie smiled reassuringly. "Oh, it's no big deal," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "We're all girls here, right? And it's not like we're going to do anything to you. It's just a little bit of fun." Aria nodded in agreement, her expression unreadable.
Riley felt a mixture of fear and revulsion. She didn't want to do this, but she also didn't want to anger these girls any further. They had taken her clothes, and she didn't know what else they were capable of. "Okay," she said slowly, her voice shaking. "I'll do it."
Ellie and Aria exchanged another smile, this time more triumphant. "Perfect," Ellie said, stepping back. "Now, just turn around and put your towel on the bed. Then you can come over here and stand in front of us."
Riley's heart hammered in her chest as she slowly turned around, feeling a mixture of shame and fear. She took a deep breath and let her towel fall to the ground, revealing her petite, toned body. Her butt was high and round, the cheeks firm and smooth, and the crack dimpled ever so slightly. She felt self-conscious as she put her hands on her front side , covering herself as best she could.
With a deep breath, she finally turned back towards her audience while covering up her crotch and breasts as best as she could.
Ellie and Aria's expressions were a mix of anticipation and amusement. "There's no need to be so modest," Ellie said, her voice taking on a taunting edge. "We've all seen a naked girl before, you know." She gestured for Riley to step closer.
Riley hesitantly moved forward, her heart racing. She was terrified, but she couldn't help feeling a strange sense of resignation as well. As she stood in front of the two girls, she forced herself to meet their gazes. Ellie's eyes raked over her body, assessing, while Aria seemed to study her face, her expression unreadable.
"Now, let's see if you're a good sport," Ellie said, her voice cold and mocking. "Put your hands on your head."
Riley hesitated, her eyes darting between the two girls. "I don't think I want to do that," she stammered.
Ellie raised an eyebrow, her expression unamused. "Oh, really?" she drawled. "And what makes you think you have a choice in the matter?"
Riley swallowed hard, her eyes darting back and forth between the two girls. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "Please, don't make me do this."
Ellie's expression hardened. "Oh, I think you'll do it," she said coldly. "Because if you don't, I'm afraid you're going to find out just how unpleasant things can get around here."
Riley's breath hitched in her throat. She glanced from Ellie to Aria, her eyes wide with fear. Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her hands and placed them on top of her head. The girls in the room watched her silently, their expressions unreadable.
Her body trembled as she stood there, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. She wished she could disappear, become invisible. She'd never felt so small and helpless before.
"Well, well, well," Ellie drawled, a cruel smile playing around her lips. "Look at that. I didn't realize we had such a little thing here." She motioned for Aria to join her, and the two girls walked around Riley, their gazes raking over her body like predators sizing up their prey. "Not much to her, is there?" Ellie continued, her voice dripping with condescension.
Riley stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, her skin flushing with embarrassment. She wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but here. The way they were looking at her made her feel so exposed, so vulnerable.
As they circled around her, their gazes raking over her body, she tried to focus on anything but their eyes. Her breasts were small, but they'd long since stopped growing. She imagined they were the size they'd be for the rest of her life. Her nipples were hard, standing at attention despite her shame.
Her pussy lips were tight, a shade pinker than the rest of her skin. They pressed together, forming a perfect slit that seemed to beg for attention. She could feel the warmth between her legs, a constant reminder of her own femininity despite the humiliation she was enduring. And above it all, a small patch of wispy red hair, like a delicate flame against her smooth, pale skin.
The two girls continued to circle her, their predatory gazes never leaving her body. They seemed to be taking in every detail, cataloguing her for later. Riley's breath came out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her hands remained on her head, feeling the weight of their gazes pressing down on her like a physical force.
"She's so tiny," Aria whispered, her voice tinged with awe. "It's like she's made of porcelain."
Riley's heart skipped a beat. She felt like she might throw up. The way they were talking about her, like she was some sort of object... it made her skin crawl. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but she knew there was no point. They had all the power here.
Finally, Ellie held up a hand. "Okay, that's enough. Get her clothes," she said to Aria. Aria nodded and hurried over to the bag, digging through it until she found the neatly folded pile of Riley's clothes. She held them out, a cruel smile playing around her lips.
Riley's heart raced as she took her clothes, quickly dressing herself in the familiar fabric. Her movements were jerky and frantic, a desperate need to get away from the girls and the humiliation they'd put her through. Once she was fully dressed, she backed away from them, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an exit.
"Oh, and Riley?" Ellie called after her, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Don't you dare try to tell anyone about this. We'll make sure you regret it."
Riley stopped in her tracks, her heart racing. "I-I won't," she stammered, the words barely audible.
Ellie grinned wickedly, stepping forward. "Oh, we know you won’t. You'll do whatever it takes to get that photo back, won't you?" Her eyes glinted with malice. "And we'll be watching you. Every move you make, every step you take."
Riley swallowed hard, feeling a shiver of fear down her spine. She nodded slowly, unable to form words. "Y-yes," she managed to croak out. "I understand."
The girls exchanged smug glances, clearly pleased with themselves. As she turned to leave, Riley's mind raced with possibilities. She couldn't go to the police; they'd never believe her. And even if they did, they might not be able to find the girls responsible. No, she'd have to find another way to get the photo back.
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Great story. Can't wait for chapter 4
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Re: The Unraveling
Emily, great story. Can’t wait for Riley’s other adventures with the girls, and what she has to do to get the photo back, or not get it back at all.
Chapter 4
The next few days were fairly uneventful for Riley, as she settled into her new life as college student. To avoid seeing Ellie and Aria all together, she spent all of her free time away from her dorm, only sneaking in at night to sleep.
One night, while she was in the library studying for her classes, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Heart racing, she pulled it out and saw a text from an unknown number. Her hands trembled as she opened it, expecting the worst.
It was from Ellie. It ordered her to meet them in their dorm room the next day at 9pm. Riley froze, her mind racing with possibilities. Could this be a trap? Were they going to do something even worse to her? But she knew she couldn't ignore it. She had to find out what they wanted.
Tentatively, she texted back, "Ok." Her thumb hovered over the send button, hesitating for a moment before she finally pressed it. She didn't know what else to say.
The next day, Riley anxiously waited in the dorm room, pacing back and forth. She'd barely slept the night before, her mind racing with possibilities. What could Ellie and Aria possibly want from her this time? As the clock ticked closer to nine, her nerves began to fray. Finally, she heard the key turn and the door open.
Ellie and Aria stepped inside, their expressions cool and confident. They exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. "Ah, Riley," Ellie said, her voice dripping with venom. "We've missed you."
Riley forced herself to stand tall, even though her knees were shaking. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Ellie smiled coldly. "Oh, nothing much. We just thought it was time we had a little chat. You've been so distant lately, and we feel like we hardly know you." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "After all, you've been hiding behind those books in the library all the time. We thought we'd give you the chance to be a little more... social."
Aria nodded in agreement, her expression hard. "Yes, that's right. We're going to ask you a few questions, and we expect honest answers." She gestured for Riley to sit down on the bed, then took a seat herself. Ellie remained standing, her posture threatening.
Riley hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat down. "What do you want to know?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ellie smiled cruelly. "Let's start with this: what are you willing to do to get that photo back?"
Riley's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected them to be so blunt. "I-I'll do anything," she stammered. "Just tell me what you want."
Ellie's smile widened. "Oh, Riley. That's what we like to hear." She gestured for Aria to stand up, and the two of them moved closer to Riley. "What we want," Ellie began, her voice cold and calculating, "is for you to prove your loyalty. To show us that you're willing to do whatever we say."
Aria took over, her tone firm. "You will obey our every command, without question. You will do everything we ask, no matter how demeaning or humiliating it may seem. And in return, we will give you back the photo. But if you ever disobey us, or if we suspect that you're not being truthful... well, let's just say that things won't end well for you."
Riley's heart raced, but she nodded slowly. She could feel her determination growing. "I understand," she said, trying to sound strong and confident. "I'll do whatever you say."
Ellie and Aria exchanged satisfied glances. "Very well," Ellie purred. "Then let's begin. Take off your clothes, Riley." Her voice was calm and commanding, as if she were ordering room service.
Riley hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up from the bed. Her hands trembled slightly as she began to unbutton her shirt, revealing a plain white bra underneath. She slipped it off, revealing her small, perky breasts. Her movements were jerky and uncertain, like a frightened fawn.
Next came her pants and panties. She pushed her pants down her legs, stepping out of them, and then slid her panties down her hips. They were equally plain, white cotton, doing nothing to accentuate her curves or add any sense of allure. As she stood before them, naked, Riley felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she waited for their next command. Ellie and Aria exchanged knowing glances, clearly enjoying the power they held over her. After a moment, Ellie smiled and pointed at the bed. "Lie down on your bed. " she commanded. "On your back, with your legs spread wide."
Riley hesitated for a moment before obeying, her body trembling with nervousness and fear. She lay down on the bed, feeling the cold, hard mattress against her bare skin. Her legs shook as she spread them wide, revealing her most intimate parts to the two girls.
Ellie and Aria leaned in closer, their faces mere inches from Riley's exposed sex. They studied her with a mix of fascination and cruelty, taking in the sight of her pink, puffy lips, the wispy red hair surrounding her entrance. Riley could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as they examined her, their eyes roaming over every inch of her sensitive flesh.
Finally, Ellie smiled and said, "You truly are beautiful, Riley. You've proven yourself to be obedient. Thank you for that" She glanced at Aria, who nodded in agreement. "Now," Ellie continued, "let's continue getting to know you better”
She leaned in closer, her breath tickling Riley's skin. "How often do you think about sex?" she purred. Riley's face flushed crimson, and she could feel the heat rising in her chest. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "I guess not that often."
Ellie nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Do you consider yourself attractive?" she asked next, her voice gentle but piercing. Riley hesitated, unsure how to answer. She knew she wasn't the prettiest girl in school, but she also didn't think she was completely unattractive. "I-I guess so," she finally managed to say. "Sometimes."
Aria chuckled softly. "Well, it's a shame we're not here to talk about your looks, isn't it?" She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Riley's skin. "But tell me, Riley," she purred, "are you a virgin?”
Riley's heart skipped a beat as she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "Y-yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ellie nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "That's good to know," she said, more to herself than to Riley. "And do you masturbate?”
Riley felt her face flush even deeper. "I-I've done it a few times," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ellie smiled, her eyes sparkling with interest. "And how does that make you feel?" she asked softly. "Do you enjoy it?"
Riley hesitated, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. "It feels good," she finally confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't think it's right. I've been told it's wrong.”
Ellie nodded, her expression sympathetic. "Hmmm. I would care to disagree" she said gently. "You see, Riley, masturbation is a natural part of life. It's how our bodies release built-up tension and pleasure. And it's not wrong to enjoy it. In fact, it's healthy."
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Riley's ear. “However, to earn the photo back, we have some rules. And one of those rules is that you need our permission to touch yourself. You're going to have to earn that permission, Riley. You're going to have to prove to us that you're ready."
Riley swallowed hard, her heart racing. "I-I understand," she managed to say.
Ellie smiled, her expression gentle but firm. "Good girl," she purred. "Now, let's discuss the next part of our agreement. You must stay naked whenever you're in your room. That means when you're sleeping, studying, or just relaxing. You're always to be naked and exposed for us to see. Do you understand?"
Riley bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Y-yes," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ellie smiled, seeming pleased with Riley's response. "Good girl," she purred. "You've shown us tonight that you're obedient and willing to please. But there's still more we expect from you." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Riley's ear. "You need to prove yourself to us, Riley. You need to show us just how much you want the photo back."
Aria nodded in agreement, her expression almost sympathetic. "We know it's hard for you, honey. But we're here to help. We'll give you more tasks, and with each one you complete, you'll get closer to getting your precious photo back." She reached over and gently caressed Riley's cheek, making her shiver. "And remember, Riley, we're always watching. We'll know if you're not being honest with us."
Riley felt a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. "I-I understand," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
As the two girls disappeared from the room, Riley could feel their presence lingering in the air. The weight of their gaze seemed to press down on her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable.
With a shaky breath, she crawled under her blankets, wrapping her arms around her pillow. The cool sheets caressed her naked skin, reminding her of her newfound state of undress. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the memories of the evening and the strange conversation she had with Ellie and Aria.
The next few days were fairly uneventful for Riley, as she settled into her new life as college student. To avoid seeing Ellie and Aria all together, she spent all of her free time away from her dorm, only sneaking in at night to sleep.
One night, while she was in the library studying for her classes, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Heart racing, she pulled it out and saw a text from an unknown number. Her hands trembled as she opened it, expecting the worst.
It was from Ellie. It ordered her to meet them in their dorm room the next day at 9pm. Riley froze, her mind racing with possibilities. Could this be a trap? Were they going to do something even worse to her? But she knew she couldn't ignore it. She had to find out what they wanted.
Tentatively, she texted back, "Ok." Her thumb hovered over the send button, hesitating for a moment before she finally pressed it. She didn't know what else to say.
The next day, Riley anxiously waited in the dorm room, pacing back and forth. She'd barely slept the night before, her mind racing with possibilities. What could Ellie and Aria possibly want from her this time? As the clock ticked closer to nine, her nerves began to fray. Finally, she heard the key turn and the door open.
Ellie and Aria stepped inside, their expressions cool and confident. They exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. "Ah, Riley," Ellie said, her voice dripping with venom. "We've missed you."
Riley forced herself to stand tall, even though her knees were shaking. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Ellie smiled coldly. "Oh, nothing much. We just thought it was time we had a little chat. You've been so distant lately, and we feel like we hardly know you." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "After all, you've been hiding behind those books in the library all the time. We thought we'd give you the chance to be a little more... social."
Aria nodded in agreement, her expression hard. "Yes, that's right. We're going to ask you a few questions, and we expect honest answers." She gestured for Riley to sit down on the bed, then took a seat herself. Ellie remained standing, her posture threatening.
Riley hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat down. "What do you want to know?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ellie smiled cruelly. "Let's start with this: what are you willing to do to get that photo back?"
Riley's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected them to be so blunt. "I-I'll do anything," she stammered. "Just tell me what you want."
Ellie's smile widened. "Oh, Riley. That's what we like to hear." She gestured for Aria to stand up, and the two of them moved closer to Riley. "What we want," Ellie began, her voice cold and calculating, "is for you to prove your loyalty. To show us that you're willing to do whatever we say."
Aria took over, her tone firm. "You will obey our every command, without question. You will do everything we ask, no matter how demeaning or humiliating it may seem. And in return, we will give you back the photo. But if you ever disobey us, or if we suspect that you're not being truthful... well, let's just say that things won't end well for you."
Riley's heart raced, but she nodded slowly. She could feel her determination growing. "I understand," she said, trying to sound strong and confident. "I'll do whatever you say."
Ellie and Aria exchanged satisfied glances. "Very well," Ellie purred. "Then let's begin. Take off your clothes, Riley." Her voice was calm and commanding, as if she were ordering room service.
Riley hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up from the bed. Her hands trembled slightly as she began to unbutton her shirt, revealing a plain white bra underneath. She slipped it off, revealing her small, perky breasts. Her movements were jerky and uncertain, like a frightened fawn.
Next came her pants and panties. She pushed her pants down her legs, stepping out of them, and then slid her panties down her hips. They were equally plain, white cotton, doing nothing to accentuate her curves or add any sense of allure. As she stood before them, naked, Riley felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she waited for their next command. Ellie and Aria exchanged knowing glances, clearly enjoying the power they held over her. After a moment, Ellie smiled and pointed at the bed. "Lie down on your bed. " she commanded. "On your back, with your legs spread wide."
Riley hesitated for a moment before obeying, her body trembling with nervousness and fear. She lay down on the bed, feeling the cold, hard mattress against her bare skin. Her legs shook as she spread them wide, revealing her most intimate parts to the two girls.
Ellie and Aria leaned in closer, their faces mere inches from Riley's exposed sex. They studied her with a mix of fascination and cruelty, taking in the sight of her pink, puffy lips, the wispy red hair surrounding her entrance. Riley could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as they examined her, their eyes roaming over every inch of her sensitive flesh.
Finally, Ellie smiled and said, "You truly are beautiful, Riley. You've proven yourself to be obedient. Thank you for that" She glanced at Aria, who nodded in agreement. "Now," Ellie continued, "let's continue getting to know you better”
She leaned in closer, her breath tickling Riley's skin. "How often do you think about sex?" she purred. Riley's face flushed crimson, and she could feel the heat rising in her chest. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "I guess not that often."
Ellie nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Do you consider yourself attractive?" she asked next, her voice gentle but piercing. Riley hesitated, unsure how to answer. She knew she wasn't the prettiest girl in school, but she also didn't think she was completely unattractive. "I-I guess so," she finally managed to say. "Sometimes."
Aria chuckled softly. "Well, it's a shame we're not here to talk about your looks, isn't it?" She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Riley's skin. "But tell me, Riley," she purred, "are you a virgin?”
Riley's heart skipped a beat as she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "Y-yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ellie nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "That's good to know," she said, more to herself than to Riley. "And do you masturbate?”
Riley felt her face flush even deeper. "I-I've done it a few times," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ellie smiled, her eyes sparkling with interest. "And how does that make you feel?" she asked softly. "Do you enjoy it?"
Riley hesitated, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. "It feels good," she finally confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't think it's right. I've been told it's wrong.”
Ellie nodded, her expression sympathetic. "Hmmm. I would care to disagree" she said gently. "You see, Riley, masturbation is a natural part of life. It's how our bodies release built-up tension and pleasure. And it's not wrong to enjoy it. In fact, it's healthy."
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Riley's ear. “However, to earn the photo back, we have some rules. And one of those rules is that you need our permission to touch yourself. You're going to have to earn that permission, Riley. You're going to have to prove to us that you're ready."
Riley swallowed hard, her heart racing. "I-I understand," she managed to say.
Ellie smiled, her expression gentle but firm. "Good girl," she purred. "Now, let's discuss the next part of our agreement. You must stay naked whenever you're in your room. That means when you're sleeping, studying, or just relaxing. You're always to be naked and exposed for us to see. Do you understand?"
Riley bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Y-yes," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ellie smiled, seeming pleased with Riley's response. "Good girl," she purred. "You've shown us tonight that you're obedient and willing to please. But there's still more we expect from you." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Riley's ear. "You need to prove yourself to us, Riley. You need to show us just how much you want the photo back."
Aria nodded in agreement, her expression almost sympathetic. "We know it's hard for you, honey. But we're here to help. We'll give you more tasks, and with each one you complete, you'll get closer to getting your precious photo back." She reached over and gently caressed Riley's cheek, making her shiver. "And remember, Riley, we're always watching. We'll know if you're not being honest with us."
Riley felt a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. "I-I understand," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
As the two girls disappeared from the room, Riley could feel their presence lingering in the air. The weight of their gaze seemed to press down on her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable.
With a shaky breath, she crawled under her blankets, wrapping her arms around her pillow. The cool sheets caressed her naked skin, reminding her of her newfound state of undress. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the memories of the evening and the strange conversation she had with Ellie and Aria.
Chapter 5
The next morning, Riley awoke to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the window. She glanced over to the other bed, where Ellie still slept soundly, her long, curly sprawled across the pillow. The events of the previous night came flooding back to her, and a mixture of shame, arousal, and fear coursed through her veins. She knew that she had to obey Ellie and Aria's every command if she ever wanted to get the photo back.
Riley sat up in bed, her bare skin prickling with goosebumps. She glanced over at Ellie, whose eyelids were beginning to flutter. The anticipation in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Riley wondered what task her roommate and her friend would give her next. Would it be something simple? Or would it be something more challenging, something that would push her even further out of her comfort zone?
Ellie's eyes finally fluttered open, and she yawned, stretching her arms above her head. "Morning, sleepyhead," she purred, her voice still groggy with sleep. "How's my favorite naked girl this morning?"
Riley swallowed hard, feeling her face flush with shame. "I-I'm here, Ellie," she stammered, trying to avoid meeting her gaze.
Ellie sat up in bed, throwing her legs over the side and stretching lazily. "Alright," she drawled. "you can get dressed now, but only because we're leaving for the day. We're going to the mall with Aria." She flashed a wicked grin.
Riley swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of relief and dread wash over her. "The mall?" she asked hesitantly.
Ellie nodded, standing up and stretching lazily. "Yeah, we're going to hang out, maybe do some shopping. It'll be fun. And since we're going out in public, you can wear something," she added with a sly grin.
Riley felt a mixture of relief and dread wash over her. On one hand, she was grateful that she could finally put some clothes on. On the other hand, she knew that whatever they had planned for her today at the mall would probably be much more challenging than anything they'd made her do in their room.
She put on a pair of jeans, a plain white bra and panties, a T-shirt, socks, and shoes, all while Ellie watched her intently. As Riley fastened the last button on her jeans, she couldn't help but notice the smirk that had spread across Ellie's face.
"Alright, Riley," Ellie said, her voice taking on a new tone of authority. "Now that you're dressed, it's my turn. Turn around so I can get dressed in privacy.”
Riley did as told, turning her back to Ellie so that she could get changed as well.
They met up with Aria at the entrance to their dorm, where she was waiting for them, dressed in a stylish outfit that made her look even more sophisticated than usual. "Morning, ladies," she greeted them with a bright smile, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Ready to go shopping?"
Riley nodded, her heart beginning to race as they walked out to Aria's car. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she followed Ellie and Aria, their hips swaying confidently in their tight jeans. They reached the car, an expensive-looking sports car that Riley had never been in before. As Ellie and Aria climbed into the front seats, Riley hesitantly got into the back, feeling a bit cramped but relieved to be out of the spotlight for the moment.
"So, what's the plan for today?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
Aria glanced back at her over her shoulder. "Oh, nothing too crazy. We're just going to window shop, maybe try on a few things, hang out. And we thought it would be fun for you to join us, Riley."
Riley nodded, feeling a knot forming in her stomach. "Sounds...fun," she managed to say, hoping that her voice didn't betray her nervousness.
As Aria started the car and pulled out of the parking spot, she glanced back at Riley again. "Don't worry, sweetie. We're just going to have a good time. And to make it a little more comfortable for you, why don't you take off your pants and panties for the ride?" she suggested, almost casually.
Riley felt her heart stop for a moment, her breath caught in her throat. She looked down at her jeans, then back up at Ellie and Aria, their faces expressionless. "You...you want me to take them off?" she stammered.
Aria shrugged nonchalantly. "It's just for the ride. Don't worry about it." She smiled reassuringly, as if this were the most normal request in the world.
Riley felt her heart pounding in her chest, her face burning with shame. She knew she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, she reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off her hips and letting them puddle around her ankles. Her panties came off next, a flush of heat spreading across her naked skin. She felt vulnerable and exposed as she sat there, her bare legs pressed together, her knees trembling.
"There we go," Ellie said, her voice sounding almost gentle. "That's better." She reached over and took the discarded clothes from Riley, setting them aside. "Don't worry, Riley. We won't let anyone else see you like this. And we'll make sure you get your clothes back after we're done."
The car ride felt like it went on forever, the silence between them heavy with tension. Riley stared out the window, her face flushed and her heart racing. Every time she caught Aria or Ellie glancing at her, she felt even more self-conscious. The leather seat beneath her bare bottom was cold and unyielding, making her squirm uncomfortably.
As the car wound through the city streets, Aria reached over and switched on the radio. The soft strains of a love song filled the car, and Riley cringed, feeling as if the music were a mockery of her current situation. She wished she could disappear, become invisible, anything to escape the unbearable embarrassment she felt.
The silence between them stretched on, and Riley could feel the weight of their gazes on her bare skin. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wishing she could disappear, but there was nowhere to hide. Every time she moved, her exposed skin seemed to catch their attention. It was as if they were waiting for her to make a mistake, to give them an excuse to humiliate her further.
As they finally arrived at the mall, Aria pulled the car into a spot and turned off the engine. Riley couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as she stared at the huge shopping complex, knowing what was in store for her. She swallowed hard and mustered up the courage to speak. "Um, can I have my pants and panties back now?" she asked meekly.
Ellie glanced at her friend, then back at Riley. "Of course" she said, her voice still soft and gentle. "But first, you need to earn them back."
Riley's heart sank. She hadn't expected to have to earn her clothes back. She nodded slowly, her throat tight. "Okay," she managed to whisper. “What do I have to do?”
Ellie grinned, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. "Well, we just need a picture of your...uh...your private parts. That's all." She gestured to the phone she was holding in her hand. "And then, if you want your panties back too, you can show us your face in the photo. It's up to you."
Riley felt her stomach lurch. She knew she had no choice but to comply, but the idea of letting them take a picture of her most intimate area made her feel sick to her stomach. She hesitantly nodded, trying to find the courage to do what they asked.
“So face or no face? Ellie casually asked.
Riley swallowed hard and made her decision. She wanted her panties back, but not badly enough to risk exposing her identity. No, she would keep her face out of the picture. It was a small sacrifice to make.
"No face," she croaked, her voice barely audible. "Just my...you know." She gestured awkwardly downward, her cheeks flaming red.
Ellie nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Alright then. Why don't you get into position, and spread your legs? We want a nice close-up shot."
Riley felt a fresh wave of shame wash over her as she carefully obeyed Ellie's instructions. She parted her legs, revealing her bare pussy to the cool air and the two girls staring at her intently. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she could feel her face growing hotter by the second.
"Perfect," Ellie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now, just lean back a little, and relax." Riley did as she was told, leaning back against the soft leather seat of the car. The cold metal of the seatbelt dug into her shoulder blades, adding to the uncomfortable sensation of being exposed like this.
“Use your fingers to spread your labia wider. We want to get a good shot of everything," Ellie encouraged, her voice still gentle. Riley obeyed, using two fingers to pry apart her swollen folds. The cold air against her sensitive skin made her gasp, but she forced herself to remain still. She could feel the warmth of her body betraying her, as her labia began to glisten with a thin layer of moisture.
As Ellie took the picture, Riley's entire body tensed, anticipating the click of the camera. But when it came, it was almost anticlimactic. She let out a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her nerves. Aria, who had been watching intently from the driver's seat, let out a quiet laugh.
"Oh my God, Ellie! You got it all!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. In the picture, Riley's exposed pussy filled the frame, every detail visible in stunning clarity. Her labia were spread wide, revealing her swollen clitoris and the entrance to her wet, pink folds. Even her bare bottom was visible, framed by the curve of her hips and the soft, red hair that led down to her puffy slit. Aria glanced over at Ellie, who was still staring at the photo in awe.
"That is one lucky shot," Aria muttered under her breath. She reached out and took the phone from Ellie, quickly examining the photo. "Perfect," she said, handing the phone back to Ellie. "Now, Riley, you can have your pants back."
Ellie grinned at Riley, her eyes still fixed on the photo. "There you go," she said, tossing the pants back into Riley's lap. "Now you're all set. Thanks for being such a good sport."
Riley quickly pulled her pants back up, her cheeks still flushed from the embarrassment of the situation. As she tugged her pants up over her hips, she glanced over at Aria, who was still staring at the photo with a mix of amazement and amusement.
The next morning, Riley awoke to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the window. She glanced over to the other bed, where Ellie still slept soundly, her long, curly sprawled across the pillow. The events of the previous night came flooding back to her, and a mixture of shame, arousal, and fear coursed through her veins. She knew that she had to obey Ellie and Aria's every command if she ever wanted to get the photo back.
Riley sat up in bed, her bare skin prickling with goosebumps. She glanced over at Ellie, whose eyelids were beginning to flutter. The anticipation in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Riley wondered what task her roommate and her friend would give her next. Would it be something simple? Or would it be something more challenging, something that would push her even further out of her comfort zone?
Ellie's eyes finally fluttered open, and she yawned, stretching her arms above her head. "Morning, sleepyhead," she purred, her voice still groggy with sleep. "How's my favorite naked girl this morning?"
Riley swallowed hard, feeling her face flush with shame. "I-I'm here, Ellie," she stammered, trying to avoid meeting her gaze.
Ellie sat up in bed, throwing her legs over the side and stretching lazily. "Alright," she drawled. "you can get dressed now, but only because we're leaving for the day. We're going to the mall with Aria." She flashed a wicked grin.
Riley swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of relief and dread wash over her. "The mall?" she asked hesitantly.
Ellie nodded, standing up and stretching lazily. "Yeah, we're going to hang out, maybe do some shopping. It'll be fun. And since we're going out in public, you can wear something," she added with a sly grin.
Riley felt a mixture of relief and dread wash over her. On one hand, she was grateful that she could finally put some clothes on. On the other hand, she knew that whatever they had planned for her today at the mall would probably be much more challenging than anything they'd made her do in their room.
She put on a pair of jeans, a plain white bra and panties, a T-shirt, socks, and shoes, all while Ellie watched her intently. As Riley fastened the last button on her jeans, she couldn't help but notice the smirk that had spread across Ellie's face.
"Alright, Riley," Ellie said, her voice taking on a new tone of authority. "Now that you're dressed, it's my turn. Turn around so I can get dressed in privacy.”
Riley did as told, turning her back to Ellie so that she could get changed as well.
They met up with Aria at the entrance to their dorm, where she was waiting for them, dressed in a stylish outfit that made her look even more sophisticated than usual. "Morning, ladies," she greeted them with a bright smile, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Ready to go shopping?"
Riley nodded, her heart beginning to race as they walked out to Aria's car. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she followed Ellie and Aria, their hips swaying confidently in their tight jeans. They reached the car, an expensive-looking sports car that Riley had never been in before. As Ellie and Aria climbed into the front seats, Riley hesitantly got into the back, feeling a bit cramped but relieved to be out of the spotlight for the moment.
"So, what's the plan for today?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
Aria glanced back at her over her shoulder. "Oh, nothing too crazy. We're just going to window shop, maybe try on a few things, hang out. And we thought it would be fun for you to join us, Riley."
Riley nodded, feeling a knot forming in her stomach. "Sounds...fun," she managed to say, hoping that her voice didn't betray her nervousness.
As Aria started the car and pulled out of the parking spot, she glanced back at Riley again. "Don't worry, sweetie. We're just going to have a good time. And to make it a little more comfortable for you, why don't you take off your pants and panties for the ride?" she suggested, almost casually.
Riley felt her heart stop for a moment, her breath caught in her throat. She looked down at her jeans, then back up at Ellie and Aria, their faces expressionless. "You...you want me to take them off?" she stammered.
Aria shrugged nonchalantly. "It's just for the ride. Don't worry about it." She smiled reassuringly, as if this were the most normal request in the world.
Riley felt her heart pounding in her chest, her face burning with shame. She knew she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, she reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off her hips and letting them puddle around her ankles. Her panties came off next, a flush of heat spreading across her naked skin. She felt vulnerable and exposed as she sat there, her bare legs pressed together, her knees trembling.
"There we go," Ellie said, her voice sounding almost gentle. "That's better." She reached over and took the discarded clothes from Riley, setting them aside. "Don't worry, Riley. We won't let anyone else see you like this. And we'll make sure you get your clothes back after we're done."
The car ride felt like it went on forever, the silence between them heavy with tension. Riley stared out the window, her face flushed and her heart racing. Every time she caught Aria or Ellie glancing at her, she felt even more self-conscious. The leather seat beneath her bare bottom was cold and unyielding, making her squirm uncomfortably.
As the car wound through the city streets, Aria reached over and switched on the radio. The soft strains of a love song filled the car, and Riley cringed, feeling as if the music were a mockery of her current situation. She wished she could disappear, become invisible, anything to escape the unbearable embarrassment she felt.
The silence between them stretched on, and Riley could feel the weight of their gazes on her bare skin. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wishing she could disappear, but there was nowhere to hide. Every time she moved, her exposed skin seemed to catch their attention. It was as if they were waiting for her to make a mistake, to give them an excuse to humiliate her further.
As they finally arrived at the mall, Aria pulled the car into a spot and turned off the engine. Riley couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as she stared at the huge shopping complex, knowing what was in store for her. She swallowed hard and mustered up the courage to speak. "Um, can I have my pants and panties back now?" she asked meekly.
Ellie glanced at her friend, then back at Riley. "Of course" she said, her voice still soft and gentle. "But first, you need to earn them back."
Riley's heart sank. She hadn't expected to have to earn her clothes back. She nodded slowly, her throat tight. "Okay," she managed to whisper. “What do I have to do?”
Ellie grinned, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. "Well, we just need a picture of your...uh...your private parts. That's all." She gestured to the phone she was holding in her hand. "And then, if you want your panties back too, you can show us your face in the photo. It's up to you."
Riley felt her stomach lurch. She knew she had no choice but to comply, but the idea of letting them take a picture of her most intimate area made her feel sick to her stomach. She hesitantly nodded, trying to find the courage to do what they asked.
“So face or no face? Ellie casually asked.
Riley swallowed hard and made her decision. She wanted her panties back, but not badly enough to risk exposing her identity. No, she would keep her face out of the picture. It was a small sacrifice to make.
"No face," she croaked, her voice barely audible. "Just my...you know." She gestured awkwardly downward, her cheeks flaming red.
Ellie nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Alright then. Why don't you get into position, and spread your legs? We want a nice close-up shot."
Riley felt a fresh wave of shame wash over her as she carefully obeyed Ellie's instructions. She parted her legs, revealing her bare pussy to the cool air and the two girls staring at her intently. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she could feel her face growing hotter by the second.
"Perfect," Ellie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now, just lean back a little, and relax." Riley did as she was told, leaning back against the soft leather seat of the car. The cold metal of the seatbelt dug into her shoulder blades, adding to the uncomfortable sensation of being exposed like this.
“Use your fingers to spread your labia wider. We want to get a good shot of everything," Ellie encouraged, her voice still gentle. Riley obeyed, using two fingers to pry apart her swollen folds. The cold air against her sensitive skin made her gasp, but she forced herself to remain still. She could feel the warmth of her body betraying her, as her labia began to glisten with a thin layer of moisture.
As Ellie took the picture, Riley's entire body tensed, anticipating the click of the camera. But when it came, it was almost anticlimactic. She let out a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her nerves. Aria, who had been watching intently from the driver's seat, let out a quiet laugh.
"Oh my God, Ellie! You got it all!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. In the picture, Riley's exposed pussy filled the frame, every detail visible in stunning clarity. Her labia were spread wide, revealing her swollen clitoris and the entrance to her wet, pink folds. Even her bare bottom was visible, framed by the curve of her hips and the soft, red hair that led down to her puffy slit. Aria glanced over at Ellie, who was still staring at the photo in awe.
"That is one lucky shot," Aria muttered under her breath. She reached out and took the phone from Ellie, quickly examining the photo. "Perfect," she said, handing the phone back to Ellie. "Now, Riley, you can have your pants back."
Ellie grinned at Riley, her eyes still fixed on the photo. "There you go," she said, tossing the pants back into Riley's lap. "Now you're all set. Thanks for being such a good sport."
Riley quickly pulled her pants back up, her cheeks still flushed from the embarrassment of the situation. As she tugged her pants up over her hips, she glanced over at Aria, who was still staring at the photo with a mix of amazement and amusement.
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Re: The Unraveling
I am very much enjoying this story. I am really liking the shy, embarrassed responses of Riley and her reluctance and nervousness in complying not to mention the wicked imaginations of her tormentors, Ellie and Aria. Can't wait to see what happens next.
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Re: The Unraveling
Thank you! I’m glad you are enjoying it!Hooked6 wrote: ↑Tue May 14, 2024 12:34 pm I am very much enjoying this story. I am really liking the shy, embarrassed responses of Riley and her reluctance and nervousness in complying not to mention the wicked imaginations of her tormentors, Ellie and Aria. Can't wait to see what happens next.
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Feel free to include any suggestions on what Ellie and Aria should make Riley do during her adventures.
Chapter 6
"Come on, let's go in," Ellie said, opening the door to the car. She stepped out onto the sidewalk, the bright mall lights illuminating the parking lot around them. Riley followed suit, her heart still racing as they made their way towards the entrance.
The mall was bustling with people, the familiar sound of laughter and music filling the air. They passed by stores selling everything from designer clothing to trendy accessories. Riley kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone as they walked. The constant movement of people around them made her feel even more self-conscious.
Ellie and Aria, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying themselves. They chatted about their favorite stores and the latest sales, oblivious to the discomfort Riley was experiencing. She wished she could be as carefree as they were, but every time she moved, her jeans would rub against her exposed skin, causing her to wince.
Finally, they stopped in front of a store that specialized in trendy, fashion-forward clothing. The mannequins inside were dressed in outfits that Riley could never imagine wearing, let alone affording. The bright colors and bold patterns were a sharp contrast to her own simple, muted style.
As they stepped inside, a sales associate approached them, her perfectly coiffed hair and impeccable makeup making Riley feel even more underdressed. "Can I help you ladies find something today?" she asked with a bright smile.
"Actually, yes," Ellie said, gesturing to Riley. "We're looking for a casual dress for my friend here. She's got a party to go to tonight."
The saleswoman smiled warmly and nodded, then turned her attention to Riley. "Great! Well, you've come to the right place. We have a wonderful selection of casual dresses that are perfect for any occasion. What kind of style were you thinking?"
Riley glanced over at Ellie, feeling even more confused. "I... I don't know," she stammered. "I wasn't even aware that I had a party to go to."
The saleswoman, sensing Riley's discomfort, quickly reassured her. "Don't worry about that! We're here to help you find the perfect dress. Do you have any color preferences, or any style in particular that you like?"
Riley hesitated for a moment, glancing at Ellie again for guidance. "Well, I... I don't really know," she stammered. "I usually just wear jeans and a t-shirt."
Ellie smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, Riley. I'm sure we can find something perfect for you. How about we start by looking at some of the more casual dresses in the back?" She turned back to the saleswoman, who nodded and led them deeper into the store.
The further they ventured, the more Riley felt out of place. The dresses they passed were so fancy, so elegant, nothing like anything she would ever wear. She didn't even own a pair of heels. They eventually came to a section with more relaxed styles, but even then, the colors and prints were still much brighter and bolder than anything she owned.
"Here are a few options that I think might suit you," the saleswoman said, holding up a few dresses. "This one is a bit more casual, perfect for a summer party. And this one has a more vintage feel, but it would still be comfortable." Riley glanced at Ellie, hoping for some guidance, but Ellie just shrugged, looking equally uncertain.
The saleswoman seemed to sense their hesitation and quickly offered, "If you'd like, you can try them on in one of our fitting rooms. That way, you can see how they look and feel on you." Ellie nodded, grateful for the suggestion, and led Riley over to a section of the store with private fitting rooms.
Riley nervously selected a dress that seemed the most casual of the options, a loose-fitting sundress with a flattering neckline and flowy material. She stepped into the changing room and began to undress, carefully hanging her clothes on the provided hooks. As she slipped on the dress, she felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. It fit perfectly, accentuating her curves in all the right places, but she couldn't help but feel underdressed.
She hesitantly cracked open the door and poked her head out. Ellie and Aria were standing there, their faces beaming with excitement. "Come on out, Riley!" Ellie urged, her voice laced with encouragement. "We want to see how beautiful you look!"
Riley took a deep breath and stepped out of the changing room, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, the flattering neckline accentuating her collarbones and the flowy material swishing against her legs as she walked. But without any panties, she felt completely exposed.
"Oh, Riley," Ellie gasped, her eyes widening. "You look absolutely stunning."
Aria nodded in agreement, her gaze locked on Riley. "Yes, yes! That dress is perfect for you."
Ellie smiled warmly, stepping closer to Riley. "Let’s test your obedience. Lift up your dress just a little." Riley hesitated, her cheeks flushing as she did as she was told, lifting the hem of the dress to expose a few inches of her smooth, toned thigh. The feeling of vulnerability in public was terrifying.
Aria took a step forward, her gaze never leaving Riley's face. "Good girl. Now, show me your pretty pussy." Riley's heart raced as she complied, lifting the dress higher, revealing her pussy. The cool air from the air conditioning brushed against her, making her shiver.
Suddenly, Riley let out a gasp as the saleswoman came around the corner. Riley quickly dropped the dress, covering up her exposed pussy.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, ladies," the woman apologized, her face flushing red. "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just bringing some more dress options for you to try."
Ellie smiled reassuringly at the saleswoman, "That's quite alright." She turned back to Riley and Aria, her gaze softening. "I think we've made a decision. We'll go with this dress for Riley. It's perfect for her."
The saleswoman nodded, seeming relieved. "Excellent choice. And for undergarments..." She trailed off, glancing between the three of them before continuing, "We do have some options. If you'd like, I can bring some over for you to look at."
Ellie smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "Oh, that's very kind of you. But I think we've already made a decision about that as well." She gestured toward Riley, her expression mischievous. "Riley won't be needing any underwear today."
The saleswoman's face flushed a deep red, her gaze darting between the three of them. "Oh... I-I see..." She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “Anything else I can get you or are we ready to check out?”
"We're ready," Ellie said with a reassuring smile, trying to ease the woman's obvious discomfort. "Thank you for all your help." The saleswoman nodded, still looking a little shaken but relieved to be moving on from the awkward moment.
“And will you be wearing the dress now or switching back to your other outfit?” The saleswomen asked.
"Oh, Riley can wear the dress," Ellie said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "It's perfect for her, after all."
The saleswoman, still trying to recover from the earlier shock, nodded silently, her gaze darting between the three of them. Ellie handed her credit card over, and after a few moments, the transaction was complete. She took the receipt and thanked the saleswoman, who seemed relieved to be back on familiar ground.
The saleswomen took a deep breath and leaned into the girl. “I saw what you were doing back there.” She warned them. “Just be careful. You never know who might see something they shouldn't,"
Riley nodded, her heart racing. She glanced around the store, feeling self-conscious. Ellie smiled reassuringly at her and then turned back to the saleswoman. "We'll be fine. We're just having some fun."
As they walked out of the store, Aria grinned mischievously at Riley. "Well, that was certainly an experience. I'm glad you decided to go with it. I think it's going to look amazing on you."
Ellie nodded in agreement. "Yes, I'm glad you trusted us. Now, do you want to get something to eat? We could grab a bite at the food court before we head to the next store?"
"Come on, let's go in," Ellie said, opening the door to the car. She stepped out onto the sidewalk, the bright mall lights illuminating the parking lot around them. Riley followed suit, her heart still racing as they made their way towards the entrance.
The mall was bustling with people, the familiar sound of laughter and music filling the air. They passed by stores selling everything from designer clothing to trendy accessories. Riley kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone as they walked. The constant movement of people around them made her feel even more self-conscious.
Ellie and Aria, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying themselves. They chatted about their favorite stores and the latest sales, oblivious to the discomfort Riley was experiencing. She wished she could be as carefree as they were, but every time she moved, her jeans would rub against her exposed skin, causing her to wince.
Finally, they stopped in front of a store that specialized in trendy, fashion-forward clothing. The mannequins inside were dressed in outfits that Riley could never imagine wearing, let alone affording. The bright colors and bold patterns were a sharp contrast to her own simple, muted style.
As they stepped inside, a sales associate approached them, her perfectly coiffed hair and impeccable makeup making Riley feel even more underdressed. "Can I help you ladies find something today?" she asked with a bright smile.
"Actually, yes," Ellie said, gesturing to Riley. "We're looking for a casual dress for my friend here. She's got a party to go to tonight."
The saleswoman smiled warmly and nodded, then turned her attention to Riley. "Great! Well, you've come to the right place. We have a wonderful selection of casual dresses that are perfect for any occasion. What kind of style were you thinking?"
Riley glanced over at Ellie, feeling even more confused. "I... I don't know," she stammered. "I wasn't even aware that I had a party to go to."
The saleswoman, sensing Riley's discomfort, quickly reassured her. "Don't worry about that! We're here to help you find the perfect dress. Do you have any color preferences, or any style in particular that you like?"
Riley hesitated for a moment, glancing at Ellie again for guidance. "Well, I... I don't really know," she stammered. "I usually just wear jeans and a t-shirt."
Ellie smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, Riley. I'm sure we can find something perfect for you. How about we start by looking at some of the more casual dresses in the back?" She turned back to the saleswoman, who nodded and led them deeper into the store.
The further they ventured, the more Riley felt out of place. The dresses they passed were so fancy, so elegant, nothing like anything she would ever wear. She didn't even own a pair of heels. They eventually came to a section with more relaxed styles, but even then, the colors and prints were still much brighter and bolder than anything she owned.
"Here are a few options that I think might suit you," the saleswoman said, holding up a few dresses. "This one is a bit more casual, perfect for a summer party. And this one has a more vintage feel, but it would still be comfortable." Riley glanced at Ellie, hoping for some guidance, but Ellie just shrugged, looking equally uncertain.
The saleswoman seemed to sense their hesitation and quickly offered, "If you'd like, you can try them on in one of our fitting rooms. That way, you can see how they look and feel on you." Ellie nodded, grateful for the suggestion, and led Riley over to a section of the store with private fitting rooms.
Riley nervously selected a dress that seemed the most casual of the options, a loose-fitting sundress with a flattering neckline and flowy material. She stepped into the changing room and began to undress, carefully hanging her clothes on the provided hooks. As she slipped on the dress, she felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. It fit perfectly, accentuating her curves in all the right places, but she couldn't help but feel underdressed.
She hesitantly cracked open the door and poked her head out. Ellie and Aria were standing there, their faces beaming with excitement. "Come on out, Riley!" Ellie urged, her voice laced with encouragement. "We want to see how beautiful you look!"
Riley took a deep breath and stepped out of the changing room, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, the flattering neckline accentuating her collarbones and the flowy material swishing against her legs as she walked. But without any panties, she felt completely exposed.
"Oh, Riley," Ellie gasped, her eyes widening. "You look absolutely stunning."
Aria nodded in agreement, her gaze locked on Riley. "Yes, yes! That dress is perfect for you."
Ellie smiled warmly, stepping closer to Riley. "Let’s test your obedience. Lift up your dress just a little." Riley hesitated, her cheeks flushing as she did as she was told, lifting the hem of the dress to expose a few inches of her smooth, toned thigh. The feeling of vulnerability in public was terrifying.
Aria took a step forward, her gaze never leaving Riley's face. "Good girl. Now, show me your pretty pussy." Riley's heart raced as she complied, lifting the dress higher, revealing her pussy. The cool air from the air conditioning brushed against her, making her shiver.
Suddenly, Riley let out a gasp as the saleswoman came around the corner. Riley quickly dropped the dress, covering up her exposed pussy.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, ladies," the woman apologized, her face flushing red. "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just bringing some more dress options for you to try."
Ellie smiled reassuringly at the saleswoman, "That's quite alright." She turned back to Riley and Aria, her gaze softening. "I think we've made a decision. We'll go with this dress for Riley. It's perfect for her."
The saleswoman nodded, seeming relieved. "Excellent choice. And for undergarments..." She trailed off, glancing between the three of them before continuing, "We do have some options. If you'd like, I can bring some over for you to look at."
Ellie smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "Oh, that's very kind of you. But I think we've already made a decision about that as well." She gestured toward Riley, her expression mischievous. "Riley won't be needing any underwear today."
The saleswoman's face flushed a deep red, her gaze darting between the three of them. "Oh... I-I see..." She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “Anything else I can get you or are we ready to check out?”
"We're ready," Ellie said with a reassuring smile, trying to ease the woman's obvious discomfort. "Thank you for all your help." The saleswoman nodded, still looking a little shaken but relieved to be moving on from the awkward moment.
“And will you be wearing the dress now or switching back to your other outfit?” The saleswomen asked.
"Oh, Riley can wear the dress," Ellie said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "It's perfect for her, after all."
The saleswoman, still trying to recover from the earlier shock, nodded silently, her gaze darting between the three of them. Ellie handed her credit card over, and after a few moments, the transaction was complete. She took the receipt and thanked the saleswoman, who seemed relieved to be back on familiar ground.
The saleswomen took a deep breath and leaned into the girl. “I saw what you were doing back there.” She warned them. “Just be careful. You never know who might see something they shouldn't,"
Riley nodded, her heart racing. She glanced around the store, feeling self-conscious. Ellie smiled reassuringly at her and then turned back to the saleswoman. "We'll be fine. We're just having some fun."
As they walked out of the store, Aria grinned mischievously at Riley. "Well, that was certainly an experience. I'm glad you decided to go with it. I think it's going to look amazing on you."
Ellie nodded in agreement. "Yes, I'm glad you trusted us. Now, do you want to get something to eat? We could grab a bite at the food court before we head to the next store?"
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