Heather's Halloween Humiliation

[Cake]

I meant to have this done for Halloween. Better late than never. Tune in in four months when my Christmas story is ready.

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Heather walked into school on Friday, the day before Halloween. Since Halloween fell on a Saturday, the school allowed everyone to wear their costumes on Friday to have some fun. Heather didn't have any plans for Halloween, but it looked like everyone else was in the spooky spirit. Everywhere she looked she saw people in costumes, some better than others, but she was starting to feel out of place in her plain clothes. Did everyone have a costume this year except for her or something? She tried not to worry about it and went to homeroom to start the day.

She found herself walking into homeroom last. Everyone else was already there, and somewhat surprisingly, they were all wearing costumes. She sheepishly walked to her seat, becoming more self conscious being the only one not dressed up.

"Heather, what are you dressed as?" Someone called out with a chuckle. Suddenly it felt like everyone in class was looking at her. She quietly replied that she wasn't dressed up, trying not look at anyone, hoping they'd stop talking to her. "You're the only one without a costume," they said back. Snickers could be heard from around the classroom as Heather became the center of attention. She felt her face turning red already, so she just sat in her chair and pulled out her phone, opting to not continue engaging with them. "You have to be something for Halloween," they said, but Heather just shrugged her shoulders and didn't respond. "Nothing at all would be better than no costume," they exclaimed, making everyone laugh. Heather sunk a little lower in her chair, and buried her face deeper in her phone.

"Yeah Heather, you could always be a nudist," another girl said, making the class even more excited. Heather just sighed and shook her head, trying to act unbothered by what they were saying but everyone could see how embarrassed she was getting. "What do you say Heather? Want to be a nude sunbather for Halloween?" Heather simply chose to keep ignoring everyone, and didn't answer but this quickly became her worst mistake. "I didn't hear her say no! Need some help stripping down?" The girl asked, leaving her seat and walking behind Heather. Some of her friends followed and quickly surrounded Heather in her chair, making her look up from her phone at the group of girls dressed as witches and maids looking down at her.

"I'm not stripping," Heather said, her eyes wide, and face red as they formed a circle around her. One girl got down on the ground and grabbed Heathers ankles and tried to pull her sneakers off. Heather kicked her legs, trying to keep her feet away from her. "Stop it, guys! It's not funny," she yelled. Someone else crouched down and grabbed her legs as well, trying to keep her still to steal her shoes off her while they giggled. They managed to get one off, and then quickly peel her ankle sock off before switching to her other foot. Heather was trying to kick them away but didn't expect someone to come from behind her and begin lifting her white sweater up. She immediately pushed her arms down, trying to prevent them from lifting her sweater any more. She dropped her phone in the struggle, and was barely managing to fight them off but more people kept joining the fight to strip her.

A few of them pushed her chest against her desk and held her there, letting the others stretch her arms out as they began working not only her sweater, but also her undershirt up her chest. "Stop please!" Heather yelled as her top was pulled over her head, exposing her back to everyone. "I'll find a costume! Don't touch me!" She yelled as her black bra came into view, and her sweater was pulled completely off. Her other shoe was also wrestled off, leaving her barefoot on the tile floor, and let everyone focus on her blue skinny jeans. They struggled to pull them off since she was still sitting in her chair. There was so many people involved in her stripping that she couldn't move at all so it took only a second for them to unclip her bra, and snatch it off her chest entirely. The whole class was laughing as she became more exposed, and her belt was undone. She was half naked already, but they were far from done.

"Lift her up a little to get her pants off," one guy said. A few people put their hands on her butt, and picked her up so they could start sliding her jeans off. Heather already felt exposed in front of everyone, with her B cup breasts pressed against her desk, and now they were groping her butt and clawing her jeans off. She was helpless to stop them from pulling her pants down to her knees, exposing her black thong to them all. Heather was in tears, face down on her desk as they ripped her jeans off her feet and tossed them aside. Her wrists were still being held down so she couldn't do a thing as they reached for her panties next. She felt the fabric get pulled off her vagina, and slid down to her ankles leaving her bare ass on the seat. She knew she was completely naked at her desk now while the whole room laughed at her misery. They took her panties off her feet, leaving her with nothing.

"That's better than a costume isn't it?" Someone asked, making the class laugh again. Heather sobbed. Her tears were landing on her desk, and her boobs were being smushed into the cold plastic, giving her goosebumps. She didn't even have a chance to react as a pair of girls began dragging her naked body away from her desk, and pulling her arms behind her back. She thought they were just trying to expose her tits until she felt rope wrapping around her wrists. She tried to pull away, but more girls grabbed her and held her still and soon her hands were secured, and her wrists were tied together. They easily pulled her out of her chair and forced her to stand naked in front of them. Heather was sobbing at this point, forced to present her naked body to them. She couldn't imagine doing something so cruel to anyone else, but for some reason they all decided to humiliate her. "You look so much better like this," someone said, giving her butt a light smack, causing her to cry even harder. It was degrading to be toyed with and used for their entertainment. Nothing could be worse than this. The entire class was staring at her in her most vulnerable moment, and for them the fun had only just begun. At that moment, the bell rang for first period.

"C'mon Heather, time for class!" Someone said. Everyone was giggling, ecstatic to continue her embarrassment further. They grabbed her bound arms and tried to pull her to the door. She couldn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it. The halls would be full right now, and they were trying to drag her out there. She picked her head up, tears streaming down her beet red face and looked at her classmates in horror.

"N-no way! You can't do this!" She shouted, trying to break free, but with her hands tied, it was impossible. She was powerless. "Please don't make me do this," Heather said through tears, but they pulled harder and harder, forcing her to slowly step forward. "I can't go out there like this guys please," she begged.

"But you make such a cute nudist," one of them teased. Heather felt another sharp smack on her ass, causing her to yelp and jump a little. The class erupted into laughter and she was slowly pulled forward, taking baby steps towards the now open door. Heather couldn't believe what was happening. The halls were already crowded, and they were basically dragging her towards it. She took another step closer to the door, and another. She could hear everyone outside talking and laughing, and it filled her with dread. The moment they reached the doorway, she stopped walking entirely and tried to use all her strength to dig her heels in, and break free from her classmates, but they just grabbed her tighter, and continued pulling her through.

"Time to show everyone your costume!" Someone exclaimed, and she had no choice but to take the next step into the crowded hall.

"Please no," she muttered, hanging her head down, letting her long black hair hide her face as she was pushed into the hall full of people. She knew the whole school could see her. She didn't even have the strength to raise her head. She could already hear the laughter and shouting from all around her. Everyone was stopping to look at Heather's nude body, and relish in her humiliation. Not even ten seconds had passed but it already felt like an eternity, hearing the laughter and the insults.

"Heather you forgot your clothes!" One girl screamed.

"She's naked! Is that her costume?!" Another person yelled.

"Oh my god, Heather's naked!"

"Look how small her boobs are!"

"I think she's just a slut!."

The insults were flying around her, and she couldn't block them out. Her whole body was burning up. She never felt so embarrassed in her entire life. Her legs were shaking and her heart was beating fast, and the more they mocked her, the worse it felt. Her boobs, her butt, her bald pussy, nothing was sacred anymore. Everyone she knew was staring at her exposed body, every inch of her pale skin was on display for them all, and it was mortifying. She could only look down at her feet as they walked her through the halls, unsure of what she should do, or what she could do.

"I can see her pussy!"

"Look at her nipples!"

No one even bothering to be subtle, they didn't care at all how embarrassed she was as she was forced to flaunt herself to them. They would only laugh or point at her shameful state. The walk down the hall seemed like it was taking forever, but they had only managed to get a few meters before her tormenters shoved her forward, leaving her on her own. Heather was confused, she looked back, lifting her head for the first time, seeing everyone else's smiling faces enjoying her public display.

"Go on Heather! Keep walking! You have to get to class!" One of the girls shouted. She could barely keep her thoughts together, but knew her clothes were in the classroom behind them, and it looked like they weren't gonna let her turn around. Heather was frozen, scared, and embarrassed with her hands tied behind her back. Not sure what to do, she scanned the hall as her new audience cheered for the streaking to continue and was horrified to see how many people were holding their phones up. The only way this could get worse is if the whole thing ended up on the internet! She had to get away but didn't know where to go, she just started running. The crowd of students were cheering as she began to run through the halls naked, helpless, and crying.

"Go Heather! Shake that ass!"

"Where are you going? What about your clothes!"

"We got a streaker!"

Everyone followed her, cheering her on as she streaked through the halls, catching everyone's attention as she went by. The humiliation was boiling over in her head, and she felt like she was gonna faint. She couldn't think straight, all she knew was that she had to get away but no matter where she went, they all followed. She just started running to get away, but didn't have a destination in mind, and now she was parading herself through the whole school. But soon she found herself having taken a bad turn, and ended up at a dead end, with nowhere left to go. The crowd was waiting behind her, laughing at her, taunting and insulting her, still committed to fully disgracing her. Her heart sank as she faced them and saw them all still recording her at her lowest moment. but they just laughed and tried to encourage her to keep going. The cameras were all aimed at her like she was a superstar. She stood there, unable to cover her breasts or crotch, as the laughter echoed in her ears, and the flashes kept going off. The shame of running through the school had fully sunk in. She realized she'd never live this down, and everyone that witnessed her humiliation would tell the story for the rest of their lives. She'd always be known as the girl that ran through the school completely naked on Halloween, and videos of it would be immortalized forever online. It was her worst nightmare come true, the laughter, the flashing lights, the insults, everything was getting too much, and she could only stand there in defeat, naked, helpless, and sobbing in the middle of the hallway.

"Look, her nipples are so hard!"

"She loves the attention!"

"She's crying so much! I can't tell if she likes this or not!"

Heather couldn't believe what they were saying. It was like their only goal was to degrade her, and she was helpless to stop them.

"Time for your closeup," one girl shouted, and she stepped forward, camera ready. Heather knew her fate was sealed and as the crowd waited for something to happen, the next bell rang, making everyone there late for first period. Heather watched the girl bend down in front of her and take a clear picture of her bald pussy while the bell rang. She should have known better but she still couldn't believe someone would act so brazenly. Heather's mouth hung open in shock as her vagina was captured in high detail, then her breasts, and lastly the girl shoved her phone right in Heather's face, forcing her to look right at it as she took pictures of her red, teary face, and puffy eyes.

"Cmon," the girl yelled to the rest of them. "Let's help her get to class!" They cheered and the girl grabbed her bound arms, and began leading her back down the hall the way they came. The entire group was laughing and chanting as they worked together to pick Heather up and carry her down the hall like a trophy. Her bare feet were kicking in the air as she was hoisted off the ground. Heather couldn't believe this was happening. It was as if everyone decided to take her down a peg on Halloween and humiliate her as much as possible. No one was offering any help, instead they were eager to embarrass her more, and constantly made it even worse. She couldn't believe how many people were there to witness everything. The hall was literally packed with people, with barely any space for anyone to move, and once they had a good hold of her, with no respect for her privacy, they spread her legs in front of everyone.

"Stop! Please! Put me down!" Heather yelled, struggling in their arms. She had no way to fight them off, her arms were tied and she couldn't move her legs at all to try to escape, but the more she struggled, the worse it became. The crowd erupted at the sight of her crotch displayed like this and couldn't resist taking turns poking and prodding her most intimate parts.

"Her pussy is so pink," one guy commented.

"Look how hard her nipples are," another said flicking Heathers tit. Anyone that could get a picture of them certainly was. They clearly didn't care about preserving Heather's reputation, they wanted to treat her like she was their whore. They spread her legs so wide everyone could see her clit and even her asshole, both of which they couldn't resist running their fingers over. They were having fun with her body, and the more she tried to kick, the more their hands squeezed her inner thighs and butt. She couldn't even say anything, she just grit her teeth, and accepted that she had no dignity left. The whole school was using her naked, defenseless body for their enjoyment. She gave up, and just cried as they played with her ass and pussy. They carried her through the halls, her chest being exhibited, and her snatch presented to the world in the most disgraceful moment of her life.

"Let's drop her off," one of them said, and suddenly Heather felt her toes touch the floor, and she was standing again. Her face was hot from the embarrassment, as well as her privates from being groped. She heard the sound of a door opening but it wasn't a classroom door. She opened her eyes in shock as she felt a cold breeze come over her entire body, and was looking at the parking lot. "Get outta here, slut!" A guy yelled, giving her a shove. He didn't give her a chance to think about anything. She stumbled forward a bit, and suddenly found herself outside, naked, barefoot, and freezing cold.

"Huh?" Heather gasped, looking back at everyone in fear one last time as the door slammed shut, and the crowd's laughter was muffled by the walls. She didn't even know what to say, but they were already gone. She was standing there, stunned and alone, naked in the school's parking lot. "No," Heather whispered, her tears had nearly run dry by now. "No no no," she kept repeating, looking at the busy street just across from the small lot. Was this any better than being inside? She prayed the cars driving by on the road wouldn't notice her from this distance. The shame of everything that happened, and was still happening was overwhelming, but she couldn't just sit here. She was completely naked outside for the first time in her life with her arms tied behind her back. Her house was too far away to walk home on a busy street like this, and she didn't even have her phone to call anyone for help. She couldn't believe this was happening, how was she naked outside now? The wind was blowing on her, making her nipples stiff, and pussy tingle. This was the worst day of her life, she just wanted to die, or go home, or anything but this. This forced exhibition had gone on long enough. "Fuck," Heather said, her voice cracking, her only option to go back to the front door and ask for help.

Heather walked barefoot across the pavement, and tried to move quickly. She didn't want anyone to see her but at this point, how could she possibly save herself. Her body was still burning with shame and embarrassment, so the cold air almost helped straighten her out. It was surreal approaching the front door completely nude. She knew this wasn't her fault, they all did it to her but it still felt like she was gonna get in trouble for being naked in public like this. Her nipples were so hard, and she had goosebumps all over her body as she approached the door, and had to stand on her tippy toes to reach the button with her tied hands. She pressed it a few times, desperate for someone to answer and put an end to her misery, and quickly the door swung open and a school security guard she'd never seen before was staring at her.

Heather didn't say anything. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her body was shivering, completely exposed for him. The man looked her up and down, confused. She couldn't explain why she was naked, or how to even begin explaining herself. She couldn't speak, so she just stood there, and waited for him to react. His eyes were wide, and his jaw dropped a little taking in the beautiful nude body presented before him. Heather could only frown at him, unable to cry anymore as her legs wobbled beneath her. He ushered her inside, giving her his jacket, and rushed her to the nurses office. Heathers arms were still tied to she couldn't hold the jacket shut as she once again walked through the halls with her body on display.

"Oh my god!" The nurse said, seeing Heather naked and covered only by the man's jacket. "What happened?" She asked the still nude girl with her wrists tied behind her back. She had never been so embarrassed before in her life, and still couldn't find a single word to speak, but Heather's silence spoke volumes. She had endured being brutally disgraced and the video evidence of her humiliation was probably spreading all over the internet. No one was going to forget this Halloween for a long time.

[mikewozere]

Hot story. Looking forward to Easter to read your Xmas tale

[Revengedpirate]

Really enjoyed reading this, even with its plot holes was still a great read. (Student having rope in a classroom) belt or shoelaces would’ve been more probable. No teachers about at all. Especially in form room

[Cake]

I don't consider those plot holes. more like plot enhancements