Stripped during X-Country Run

[Davoman13]

Chapter One
The muted atmosphere of the Hawthorne school changing room did little to dampen fifteen-year-old Beth Dawson's entrance as she strode in with her usual air of confidence. The Captain of the Athletics Team striking blonde hair framed her tanned face, drawing attention to her piercing blue eyes that flicked dismissively over the other girls. Her presence transfixed them, but she hardly seemed to notice them. Instead, she focused on her reflection in the mirror, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips.

Beth approached her locker, her athletic build commanding attention with every graceful step. The metallic clang of the door opening echoed throughout the room, punctuating the silence. She changed out of her school uniform, her movements deliberate and precise. Unbuttoning her blouse revealed a navy sports bra that hugged her toned form, and slipping out of her black skirt uncovered matching running shorts. Each action accentuated the grace and beauty of her body, revealing a lithe, muscular frame that was the pinnacle of youthful athleticism. Her toned legs and defined abs spoke of countless hours of training, while her pert breasts and slender waist created a silhouette that was both powerful and feminine. At five foot four, her posture is always straight and assured. No wonder the boys loved her; she was a vision of physical perfection that most could only dream of.

And while her arse and tits were modest in her everyday school uniform—her rounded cheeks and budding chest subdued by the draping fabric of her blouse and skirt—the running gear transformed them dramatically. Her sportswear's tight, elastic material worked like a sculptor's hands, lifting and contouring her curves into something more pronounced and alluring. Her breasts, once gently hinted at, now stood out with a perky defiance, while her arse took on a heart-shaped fullness that swayed enticingly with each movement. Beth's body was a masterpiece of youthful allure in these clothes, every line and curve beckoning with seductive clarity.

"Ugh, I can't believe we have to run for six miles today," a girl whispered nearby. Jenny was mainly a sprinter, but all girls had to compete in at least six sports. Beth paid her no mind. Running was Beth's superpower; she was already the county champion at cross country and dominated the track. She looked forward to the Nationals in a few weeks, hoping to place well and bring home plenty of medals for an average school athletic team.
Beth tied her hair into a simple ponytail, her fingers deftly weaving it into place. Beth's thoughts turned inward. She knew her parents had given her everything she needed to succeed, but there were times when she felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her. As an only child, Beth understood their hopes were all centred on her. They worked hard, and even though they were not around much, she knew they expected her to win every time, even in a simple school run like this. With a deep breath, she pushed those feelings aside, remembering that a world that often seemed designed for her success surrounded her.

The door to the changing room creaked open, casting a sliver of light that cut through the air like a knife. Anne, Julie, and Diana stepped inside, looking nervous. They exchanged glances, eyes flickering with a shared secret that seemed to hum beneath their skin. Beth shook her head; what were those three common sluts up to now? Probably not training hard and putting their full effort in for the team.

"Miss," Anne began, her voice steady as she approached the teacher, Miss Higgins, "we can't participate in the run today."

"Really?" Beth's voice dripped with sarcasm, her blue eyes rolling dismissively as she tightened her shoelaces. "And why's that?"

"That's enough, Beth," Miss Higgins snapped. "But why it is you can't?"

"Anne has a sprained ankle," Julie said, her green eyes flashing with mischief. "Diana's got a pulled muscle, and I have a sore throat."
"Must be a contagious virus affecting different body parts," Beth sneered, standing up and adjusting her form-fitting running shorts. She glanced at the trio, taking in their defiant stances, their eyes smouldering with a fire of their own. "Well, I guess it's just me actually racing then. Lucky for you girls, you won't have to face the humiliation of losing again. Shame the rest of them will have to."
She nodded to the rest of the girls, sitting ready to go out for the run. None of them made eye contact.

"Is that all you care about, Beth? Winning?" Anne's hazel eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched as she regarded the blonde girl with barely concealed contempt.

"Of course not," Beth replied, her voice icy. "But what's the point in playing if you don't aim to be the best?"

"Maybe it's about more than just winning," Diana murmured. "Maybe it's about being a team player and helping each other out."

"Right," Beth scoffed, tossing her hair back as she strode toward the door. "Let me know when you're done hiding behind your excuses, and maybe we can have an actual race."

As the door slammed, the air in the changing room grew heavier still, as if infused with an invisible fog that clung to their skin and clouded their thoughts.

Anne's hazel eyes met Julie's green ones and then found Diana's gaze, each exchange wordless but charged with a shared resolve.

"Enough is enough," Anne murmured, her voice barely audible yet carrying the weight of their collective frustration. Julie nodded, her curly auburn hair bouncing in agreement, while Diana's soft eyes hardened with determination.

"Time to show her she's not untouchable," Julie whispered, her mischievous grin betraying the excitement that bubbled beneath the surface and the plans they'd made on WhatsApp the previous night.

"Let's make sure she understands what being part of a team means," Diana added.

[mikewozere]

Good start, looking forward to chapter 2

[Davoman13]

Chapter Two

Beth Dawson's legs pumped like pistons, her blonde hair a golden comet streaking through the crisp afternoon air. Her breaths came in quick, determined bursts as she surged ahead of the group, her athletic form slicing through the frigid atmosphere with precision and grace. In her mind, there was only one goal: to maintain her lead and prove her superiority.

After two circuits of the running track, she entered the woodland part of the run where the ground was hard and cold with sold ridges of mud. The route took her around the back of the gym, and Beth was soon out of sight of her classmates.

As Beth rounded the corner near the far end of the gym, Anne, Julie, and Diana huddled just out of sight, their anticipation palpable. The trio exchanged knowing glances.

"Remember," whispered Anne, "we're doing this for the right reasons. Beth needs to learn some humility."

"Right," agreed Julie, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. "She won't know what hit her."

Diana shifted uncomfortably. "Are we sure about this? What if it goes too far?"

"Trust us, Diana," urged Anne, her grip on Diana's arm reassuring. "It's time someone taught her a lesson. Remember how nasty she's been to you and your sister?"

The subtle nod of agreement passed between them, marking the beginning of their plan. Hidden from view, they watched intently as Beth approached, her confident stride unknowingly carrying her towards an unforeseen turning point.

The world faded into a blur as Beth's feet pounded the earth, her breath coming in measured gasps. She revelled in the sensation of her own power, the thrill of her dominance over the other runners and nature itself. The wilder the weather and the more rugged the terrain, the better it felt.

She was untouchable.

As Beth rounded the bend near the secluded area, the rustle of leaves and soft footfalls barely registered in her ears. Suddenly, hands reached out, grasping her arms and pulling her off the path. Beth and another girl, Anne, tumbled to the floor, such was the blonde's pace. But Diane and Julie were on hand to wrench their friend free and pin Beth to the floor while she was still getting her breath.

"Wha—?" Beth managed, her confusion morphing into panic as she tried to wrench herself free. The realisation of her vulnerability hit her like a wave, momentarily stealing her breath away.

"Gotcha," Anne hissed triumphantly, her eyes gleaming with determination. Julie and Diana flanked her, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Let me go!" Beth demanded, her voice betraying a hint of desperation.

"Sorry, Beth," Julie said, feigning sympathy. "But we think it's time you learned a lesson."

The laughter drowned out Beth's protests as the girls began to strip her of her clothes. Anne's hands were the first to Beth's zipper, ruthlessly yanking down the athletic jacket. The chill in the air pricked at her exposed skin, each goosebump a testament to her sudden helplessness. Her heart raced, equal parts fear, anger, and humiliation coursing through her veins. She struggled against their grip, trying to reclaim the jacket, but Julie and Diana held her too tightly.

"Please, no!" Beth cried, her voice cracking as Anne tossed the jacket aside. Her once-commanding blue eyes were now wide with terror. "Stop this now." She cried, trying to regain her composure and position of authority.

Next, Anne pulled at Beth's running top, the stretchy fabric resisting momentarily before giving way with a tear. Beth's torso arched involuntarily as the cold bit into her now-bare stomach and chest, her sports bra the only barrier left for her modesty. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but the other girls were too quick, too practised in their cruelty.

"Hold her still," Anne barked, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. Beth thrashed, her athletic body a wild animal's, but it was useless. Julie and Diana had the leverage, pinning her arms and legs with a force that belied their smaller frames.

Beth's mind whirled. How had she not seen this coming? The resentment in Anne's eyes, the smug satisfaction in Julie's—they had been building to this moment. Even Diana, usually so meek, had a determined set to her jaw.

Anne's fingers were at Beth's waistband now, tugging at the elastic of her running pants. Beth kicked out, managing to knock Anne back a step, but it only delayed the inevitable. Anne recovered, her eyes flashing with an even greater fury, and she yanked the pants down swiftly.
Beth's legs, long and sculpted from years of running, were exposed, the cold air wrapping around them like cruel, invisible hands. She lay there in just her sports bra and panties, her skin a canvas of rising welts and reddening patches from the rough treatment and biting cold.

"How does it feel, Beth?" Anne taunted. "To be exposed like this? To be at someone else's mercy?"
Beth bit her lip, refusing to give them the satisfaction of an answer, though her mind screamed a thousand things. Unfair. Unjust. Why me? She thought of her parents, how they would rush to her defence, and how powerless she was without them.

The girls weren't finished. Anne reached for Beth's bra, her fingers curling around the elastic with a predatory grace. Beth shut her eyes tight, bracing for the final indignity, her thoughts a jumbled rush of dread and disbelief.

"Wait," came a voice. Beth's eyes snapped open. It was Diana. "We… we can still stop. She gets it. We don't have to—"

"Shut up, Diana," Anne snapped. "We're almost done."

But Diana's hesitation had given Beth the smallest of reprieves. She took a deep breath, summoning what little strength she had left, and made one last, desperate plea. "Please. I'll change. I promise."

"Promises from you mean nothing," Anne said, her focus unwavering. "This isn't just about changing. It's about making you understand."
With that, Anne pulled, and the sports bra slid up and over Beth's shoulders, her cold-numbed skin offering no resistance. Beth's hands flew to her chest, her fingers clutching her newly bared flesh with a fragile desperation.

Beth could hardly process the sensory overload: the cold, the pain, the raw exposure. Each girl's gaze was a different kind of dagger—Anne's calculating, Julie's gloating, Diana's conflicted. She began to shiver, whether from the cold or the shock, she couldn't tell.

The worst was Anne's eyes, which held none of the other girls' ambivalence. She truly believed she was delivering some righteous justice, that stripping Beth of her clothes would also strip away her arrogance.

Beth opened her mouth to say something—she didn't know what—but Anne cut her off before the words could form by grabbing the elastic of her navy thong. Beth fought and heaved against the three girls. She kicked Diane, sending her falling over, and pulled one arm free from Julie's grasp.

But Anne was as dogged in holding onto the thong, hauling them down Beth's long legs. Stopping at her trainers.
A hurt and enraged Diane then held down their victim's legs, pointing to Beth's smooth, hairless slit. The girls stared, a mix of triumph and something more sinister in their eyes.

"Looks like a child's," Julie sneered. "Do you shave it like that, or are you just a late bloomer?"

Anne's smirk grew wider. "Maybe she's waiting for it to grow in. Or maybe she thinks it's more aerodynamic this way."
Beth's face burned hotter than her raw skin, her humiliation complete. Even Diana's silent gaze felt like an accusation.

"Who are you trying to impress with that baby girl look?" Julie continued, her voice dripping with derision. "A bunch of pedos?"

"I bet that's the first time anyone's seen it," Anne said. "How does it feel to be exposed like a porn star, Beth?"
Beth could only clutch herself tighter, her mind a whirlwind of shame and disbelief.

"We should give her a wedge like she had done to you, Diane," Anne suggested.
Diane winced at the painful memory, but the resentment it gave rose to dampened any doubts she might have. "Let's do it."

Beth's thong was pulled back up her thighs and into place with a savage yank that lifted her off the ground. A sharp, searing pain shot through her, causing her to gasp and then whimper. Her hands flew to the girls' wrists, trying to pry them away as they stretched the flimsy fabric to its limits.

The pressure crushed her most delicate parts, the pain a white-hot iron searing her flesh. Her body contorted, muscles tightening in a futile attempt to alleviate the agony. She could feel every thread of the thong biting into her skin, her hips, her perineum. Tears welled in her eyes, not just from the physical torment, but from the utter degradation of the act.

Laughter echoed in the cold air, mingling with Beth's soft, involuntary cries. The sound was jagged, cruel, cutting deeper than the thong ever could. She imagined how ridiculous she must look—her long, athletic body skewed and twisted, her face a mask of tortured disbelief. The girl's hands were like the claws of some malicious puppet masters, stretching her beyond her breaking point.

With a sudden, violent snap, the thong gave way. Beth's body jerked as if released from a slingshot, and she stumbled forward, nearly falling. The cold rushed in to meet her newly exposed skin, a cruel contrast to the burning pain that still throbbed between her legs. She stood there, dazed, clutching the broken elastic in her hand.

The girls stepped back, momentarily silenced. Beth's eyes flickered around, taking in their expressions—Anne's smug satisfaction, Julie's giddy triumph, Diana's conflicted feelings of revenge. She was a naked statue of vulnerability, her once-proud posture now a cowering hunch.

Beth's hands moved instinctively to cover herself, but it was too late. Every inch of her had been laid bare, not just her skin, but her very core. The wind whispered through the trees, and for a brief, surreal moment, it sounded like derisive applause.

"Tie her to the tree as we planned," Anne said, just as a few other fast girl runners passed. They stopped in shock, but then, seeing who was being stripped and exposed, they grinned, clapped and ran on.

They pulled Beth's arms back around her small tree trunk and used her bra as a form of rope. Julie then giggled as she knelt to tie Beth's laces together while Anne added the final touch in stuffing Beth's ripped and useless thong into their mouth to gag her, leaving the team captain completely exposed to the other girl runner as they ran by.

"C'mon." Anne urged the others. "We better get out of here before too many people see us."

"Hmph," Beth tried to scream. What about her?

The others nodded and followed Anne through the woods. Another group of girls came running through and stopped, their eyes widening with glee as they took in the sight of poor Beth with all her worldly goods on display. Her arms were tied behind the trunk of a small tree, her breasts thrust up, and her bottom scraping against the rough bark. She tried to clamp her legs together, but it did nothing to make her feel less naked. The cold bit at her exposed flesh, each gust of wind a mocking caress. Her body was a taut, trembling statue of humiliation, every sinew and curve a testament to her vulnerability.

"Nice tan lines, Beth!" one shouted, her voice slicing through the air like a cold wind. Beth regretted her trips to the salon, which kept her tan up all year long.

"Yeah, I can see where your sports bra and panties were. So classy," another added, her words dripping with mock admiration.
Beth's cheeks flushed a deeper red, if that were possible, as she bit down on the wad of cotton in her mouth. Her body shook, not just from the biting cold, but from the sheer, overwhelming shame.

"Do you think she sunbathes like this in her backyard?" a girl with a high, nasally voice speculated. "Naked and afraid?"

The group erupted in a chorus of giggles, the sound bouncing off the gym walls and piercing Beth's fragile ego like shards of glass.

"Maybe she's getting ready for a nude modelling career," one girl jeered. "Gotta start somewhere, right?"

Beth squeezed her eyes shut, willing the moment to pass, praying for divine intervention to transport her far away from this nightmarish scene.

"Don't forget to smile for the yearbook!" a final voice called out as the group started to jog away, their laughter lingering in the air like a noxious cloud.

Beth opened her eyes, her vision blurred with unshed tears. The girls had left, but their taunts hung in the air, as tangible as the frost now forming on the grass.

A couple more groups ran by, followed by a few stragglers Beth knew were the slow ones. She tried to plead with them to let her go, but with her mouth full of thong, it was useless, and she knew the boys would probably be on their way.

"Frncmmph, hmmph." Beth tried to call to Francis, the largest and slowest of the group, and Beth's last hope despite the torment Beth had helped
heap upon her.

The girl stopped, looked at Beth with sympathetic eyes, and released the thong.

"Oh, thank goodness," Beth gasped. "Now my hands," she ordered a little ungratefully.
Francis nodded and stepped behind the trunk, quickly releasing Beth just as the tramp of the boy's feet came their way.

"I've got to go," Francis said in panic. "If they see me helping you, I'll get in trouble."

"No, my shoes," Beth waddled forward, her laces still tied together. "Help me."

"Sorry," Francis shook her head and hurried off as fast as her large legs would carry her.

"You bitch." Beth growled, forgetting what Francis had already done for her. She knelt and tried to untie the shoes.

The sound of the first boys running towards Beth grew louder.

[Skylar21]

Excellent descriptive writing!

[mikewozere]

Great story so far!
Although I was hoping the boys would find her still tied to the tree

[KnightMan]

Great story. I too was hoping the boys would find her tied to the tree but butt naked is just as good. Please continue.

[cober]

Or she is caught doing something naughty to a fat ugly boy in exchange of clothes by the girls and recorded. Like a hand job or letting him touch her boobs.

[Davoman13]

Chapter Three

Beth's chest heaved as she sprinted through the cold woods, her breath ragged and her heart pounding. Her sock-covered feet slipped on leaves and twigs, each step a frantic dance to keep her balance, the thin fabric offering no protection from the sharp forest floor. Running naked, the biting air gnawed at her skin, every exposed inch a testament to her vulnerability. The uneven terrain seemed to taunt her with its treacherous footing, but she knew that reaching the road would lead her around the estate and provide a shortcut back to school.

Behind her, the sounds of the boys echoed through the trees. They laughed and shouted as they found her clothes, their voices carrying the excitement of a hunting party. "She's streaking through the woods!" one hollered, and another whistled in mock admiration. Beth's muscles screamed in relief, but she couldn't afford to slow down.

The woods opened up suddenly, exposing Beth to the grey sky above. She paused momentarily, the cold air stinging her exposed skin. The distant roar of running feet and the shrill cries of the boys grew nearer, but Beth had already gained a significant lead. She dashed onto the pavement, skirting the notorious estate, her pace quickening as the smoother surface offered a reprieve to her battered feet.

The estate loomed like a derelict kingdom, its maze of old houses and crumbling factories standing in mute defiance of the surrounding city. Once a thriving community, it now bore the scars of neglect, every broken window and graffiti-streaked wall a testament to its decline. The boys who ruled these streets were a familiar sight, even to those who only passed through; a scrappy gang perpetually clad in hoodies and jeans, their unkempt hair and sly grins marking them as trouble.

Beth stole a glance over her shoulder. The boys from school had given up the chase, their lungs and legs no match for her athletic prowess. They slowed and shouted half-hearted threats, waving the clothes they'd stolen as trophies. She knew their type: all bluster and hormones, too afraid to do real harm. But beyond them lay a different danger.

The estate boys were known for their truancy and mischief, a pack of young hyenas on electric scooters. They took perverse pride in harassing outsiders, especially women. Stripping and whipping any they could catch, documenting their cruel exploits with grainy phone cameras. Yet they were cunning enough to scatter and hide at the first sign of a police car, disappearing into the warren of alleys and backyards that made up their turf.

She knew the peril of cutting through the estate: the boys' leering eyes, their crude hands, the ever-present threat of being cornered and humiliated. Yet the temptation of a quicker, less painful route to school was too great to resist. Her feet throbbed from the cold and the rough forest floor, the skin nearly raw. The thought of running the long way around, or worse, venturing back into the woods where she could twist an ankle or be ambushed anew, was unbearable. Beth took a deep breath, her lungs searing from the exertion, and chose what she hoped was the lesser of two dangers.

Beth's legs pumped like pistons as she sped through the estate's labyrinthine streets, her mind a blur of fear and hope. The cold gnawed deeper, turning her skin a brittle, glassy blue. She bit her lip, imagining the warmth of a hot shower, the soft embrace of a towel, the sanctuary of her bedroom. For a fleeting moment, she thought she might actually make it. The school was just beyond the next block, its familiar brick outer wall a beacon of safety.

Then she heard it.

"Oi, look what we've got here!" A distant shout mingled with laughter and the insectile whine of e-scooters. Chills raced down Beth's spine as she recognised the approaching threat—the Estate Boys. Her heart sank, then surged, her pulse a wild animal in her chest. She had hoped to slip through their territory unmolested, but now that hope lay in tatters like the rest of the estate.

She glanced over her shoulder. A knot of boys in hoodies and jeans swerved around a corner, their faces alight with the thrill of the chase. They were shocked at first, then giddy with amusement at the sight of her naked body. One pointed, while another let out a long, derisive whistle. Beth's mind scrambled for a plan, a desperate calculus of alleys and side streets.

"Who is she?" one yelled over the rising din.

"Don't know, but she looks like fun!"

"One of the girls from the posh estate."

Her lungs burned as she sucked in the frigid air, her thoughts a cacophony of dread and determination. She knew she couldn't outrun them forever, their electric scooters giving them an insurmountable advantage. But she refused to surrender, to let them have their way with her.
"Hey, girl! Where you running to?" a boy jeered, his voice cracking with pubescent glee. "Come back, we just wanna play!"
"Get lost!" Beth shouted, her voice cracking under the strain of her exertion. She poured every ounce of energy into her legs, propelling herself towards the road.
The laughter grew louder, and Beth could practically feel the Estate Boys closing in. Her lungs burned, and her muscles ached, but she refused to surrender. She had always been proud of her athletic build, but now she found herself cursing the attention it garnered.

The pavement stretched out before Beth like a lifeline, the familiar pathway offering a glimmer of hope amidst her terror. The distant laughter and revving of mopeds had now morphed into a cacophony of jeers and crude jokes as the Estate Boys caught sight of her fleeting figure. Their excitement surged with every step she took, their pursuit fuelled by the thrill of the chase.

"Oi, look at the posh girl run!" one boy shouted, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Where's your fancy clothes now, princess?" another called out, his laughter laced with malice.

Beth's heart pounded against her ribcage, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain her pace. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, her desperation mounting as the boys closed in. She attempted to cover her exposed skin with trembling hands, her fingers numb from the chill of the air that swirled around her vulnerable form.

"Leave me alone!" she cried out, her voice barely audible over the whine of the scooters.

"Aw, don't be like that," taunted a third boy, drawing out his words like a knife against her resolve.

As they gained ground, Beth felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins, the implications of their intentions horrifying her. She couldn't allow them to catch her—she wouldn't.
In a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, one of the boys reached out, his fingers nearly grazing her arm. She could feel the heat of his touch, a searing reminder of the danger nipping at her heels. With a desperate burst of speed, Beth narrowly escaped his grasp, her fear propelling her forward like a wild animal fleeing its predator.

"Almost had her!" the boy exclaimed, his disappointment evident in his tone.

But just as quickly as she'd evaded capture, the three boys surrounded her with heavy bodies, creating a menacing barrier. She watched in horror as they reached for her, pulling at her arms to expose her further.

"Come on, lads, let's see all of her," one boy sneered, his eyes raking over her form with a predatory hunger.

"Please," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear. "Don't do this."

A surge of anger coursed through Beth, momentarily overpowering her fear. She drew herself up to her full height, her piercing blue eyes blazing as she glared at the ruffians who dared to manhandle her.

"Stop!" she shouted, her voice ringing out with defiance. "You should be appalled at yourselves for acting like such thugs!"
The Estate Boys exchanged amused glances, laughter bubbling up from their throats like a poison.

"Aw, look at the posh bird getting all uppity," one boy mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Bet you've never had a bit of fun in your life, have you?"

"Help me!" Beth demanded, her voice cracking from the strain of her situation. Her hardened resolve faded quickly. "I need to get back to school."
Their laughter grew louder, echoing through the empty streets like a twisted symphony. The ring leader leaned against his scooter, a devilish grin splitting his face as he regarded her with dark amusement.

"Sure thing, princess," he drawled, his words laced with cruelty. "But we'll need something in return. A little... favour, if you will." He pulled out his phone and started filming the naked beauty.

The other boys chimed in, their suggestions crude and vile—"Play with your nipples," one demanded, his voice a sharp bark, eyes hungry for the spectacle. "Wank us all off," another proposed with lewd enthusiasm, thrusting his hips forward to indicate his readiness. "Spread your legs and finger yourself," a third interjected, his tone growing darker, "make it look like you're enjoying it." Their leers bored into her already exposed skin, each suggestion a verbal groping that left her stomach churning with revulsion, as if they had already taken what they wanted.
"Never!" Beth spat, raw determination driving her forward. "I'd rather die than submit to you animals."

"Then you better not let us catch you again." The leader sneered beneath his hoody while he undid his trouser belt and snapped it together menacingly while still filming her nakedness. "Run, bitch, and let's see those pretty tittys bounce."

Beth pushed past the leader, who snapped out the belt and caught on her back of her thighs. She squealed and sprinted down the road, trying to put as much distance between herself and the Estate Boys as possible. The unfamiliar surroundings blurred together, a disorienting maze of shadows and fear. But she didn't care; all that mattered was escape, and she would do whatever it took to lose them — even if it meant losing herself in the process.

The asphalt beneath Beth's feet seemed to tremble as the reverberations of the boys' laughter and jeers grew louder as the chase began again. Her breath came in ragged gasps, punctuating the sound of her frantic footsteps against the pavement. The distant hum of their scooters closing in sent shivers down her spine, and she knew that every second counted. She glanced behind and saw them wielding their leather belts.

"Can't outrun us forever, princess!" one of the Estate Boys shouted, his voice echoing through the empty streets. He zoomed forward on his scooter and buzzed Beth. She felt the wicked sting of the belt across her bare behind.

"Arse attack," the second boy roared, and Beth's backside lit up in a line of fire.

She twisted, using her agility to switch direction. Even so, the leader managed to slash Beth's thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp before she headed off again, desperately running short of energy.

Beth's mind raced, searching for any possible escape route as the boys span around and prepared to strike the naked fifteen-year-old girl again. Amid the chaos, Beth's eye caught a flash of dull green — the entrance to an alleyway between two towering buildings. Without hesitation, she pivoted on her heels and dashed for the makeshift refuge.

"Look at her go!" jeered another of the Estate Boys as they turned their scooters to follow her. Their laughter echoed ominously through the tight space, reverberating off brick buildings and intensifying in her ears.

The alley offered no protection, as it was barren of concealment, but she had no other choice. A dead-end sign loomed ahead, shrouded under years of moss and grime. Beth felt a sinking feeling in her gut, but it was too late to turn back.

Beth pressed on. Panting fiercely, her bare feet skidded against the cold cobblestone as the boys closed in behind her. She felt their ominous presence looming at her back like a shroud of doom and heard their jeers and derisive comments amplified by the towering walls.
"Dainty princess can't find an exit," one boy sang out sadistically. His words rang out sharply in the quiet night air; despite its malevolence, he sounded almost gleeful.

Intoxicated by fear and adrenaline, Beth kicked her legs into high gear. Another ruthless whip from a belt found its mark across her backside, setting Beth off balance. She stumbled, scraping her knee against the sharp pavement, but managed to right herself before she fell completely. Ignoring the raw pain, she forced herself forward when what appeared to be divine intervention materialised—a narrow passageway under a block of flats which led to a small supermarket car park.

Behind Beth, the boys struggled to get their scooters and themselves through the narrow passage. She needed to hide before anyone else spotted her. A large old man was loading potted plants into his boot. He turned away to push his trolly to the nearest trolly park. Beth reached the car still unseen and threw herself in the back, pulling the boot lid down just as the three estate lads bundled through the passage.

"Where'd she go?" Beth heard the leader shout as she lay on cold and uncomfortable plastic pots of earth, gradually being crushed by her weight.
"Not our patch, anyway." One of the others said.

From the car, she could see the lads looking towards the old man who neared the car. They flipped their scooters around and headed back along the passage.

"Bloody hooligans," the old man muttered before lifting the boot of his car.

Beth looked up and saw the man's rugged features and grey beard. She covered herself with her hands and some of the pots.

At first, he looked startled. The man then shook his head, smiled and slammed the boot.

By the time Beth had got over the shock, the electric motor had started, and the car was pulling out of the car park while she lay trapped in the dark boot.