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Intro

Today I'd like to open up about one of the most traumatizing but also important lessons I ever learned in my life. The lesson I'm talking about I'm sure many of you have experienced at some point in your lives. Probably not in the cruel twisted way that I had to learn, but nevertheless that lesson im speaking of is:

Karma, it is very real, every action you make has consequences, and your worst moments, the moments you hurt someone else for your own gain, the moments you took from your loved ones, cheated on your significant others, every single time you did upon others what you wouldn't of wanted done to you.

Well every single one of those add up. They in all seriousness, will bite you in the ass, karma is real, its a force stronger than we realize, whatever divine thing you may believe in or don't, your morale compass, your sins, your purposeful "mistakes." The good and the bad. Whatever you want to call it, the choices you make directly affect what's coming your way in life.

And while you may have learned from the karma you received like I was forced to, there's many others out there who didn't. There's many who blame others for their downfalls, make excuses for their mistakes, and never truly learn the lesson karma was trying to teach them. But in defense of their ignorant ways, they probably didn't get as rude of an awakening as I had to endure..because for me the second I seen those bright lights and felt the chilly fall breeze on my exposed body..

God it gives me chills to think about it..

That moment I knew. I knew I deserved what was happening to me and no one had gotten me into that position but me. I knew that the choices I had made, the friends I had chosen, the lifestyle I had been living, and the poor shy and unpopular girls I had tormented, had led me there..

I can still hear the wolf whistles, I can still see the look of shame on parents faces as they covered their younger ones eyes, I can still feel the grass under my feet, the blinding flash of all those cameras..all those people..

I'm getting far, far to ahead of myself. I apologize, this is the first time I've ever truly told my story and here I am rushing through it and trying to get to get it over with.

To know how important and life changing that terrible day and "lesson in karma"(i know, i know, kinda stupid and cliche but it was originally their words not mine, but fuck did that phrase stick with me) was for me, then you must know some of the things I did to deserve it and the kind of person I was at the time.

You see as you might of caught on, in high school I was a bully. But not just any bully. I didn't steal lunch money, I didn't shove girls into lockers or trashcan, this wasn't some Nickelodeon show making these girls do my homework type shit.

No..

You see to me it was never about violence, hazing, getting a laugh at someone else's dispense, and definitely not lunch money. No it was far worse than that, I was a predator. I lived for it, I planned it out, I targeted and chose my victims with a purpose. I fantasized about it, I got off on it. The power it made me feel, how helpless and pathetic they looked, how there eyes would dry up from the tears, how they'd beg and pleaded not to be exposed, how they grew silent and distant at some point and silently accepted the humiliation I had chosen for them. They were my prey in every meaning of the word. They would run, they would hide, but being the apex predator I was, they never really escaped.

They never rolled on me, they feared me, and for good reason. Not only would I catch them again and do something more severe but If they even dared to try to speak up to a teacher, or someone of authority they knew what would happen.

I had only had to pull that card a couple times but it had been enough to shut down any nerdy little girl's hopes of rebellion or retribution. You see, every humiliation I give out, I meticulously document. I have a camcorder that either I personally, or my friends that assisted me in doing my evil work, would always have on hand.

Whatever I did to these poor girls was at the ready for blackmail, if I wanted I could post it everywhere, send it to everyone they knew, hell if they really messed with me and snitched I'd of just sent out every single one of those girls' pics and videos before I'd go to juvie. But they never did. This one time I sent it to a girls brother to show I wasn't messing around when she had mentioned police(God I used to get a kick out of that, what had he thought? What did he say to her? Did he know it was her before he got a lil chub over it? How many friends did he show? Thinking back on it now I dont find it all that funny, actually its really fucked up, all of it was.)anyway, that one message was enough to spread it around that if I got ahold of you, to keep your mouth shut about it. And what did I do with the videotapes I had when I wasn't using them for blackmail? Well I had them all cataloged on my computer, alphabetical order from the victims' first names and I would watch back my favorites at night when I was relaxing for bed.

After a long day of humiliating nerds, I'd be exhausted.(holding them down and chasing after the squirly little shits could get to be an exercise.) So when I finally got to my bed I'd watch back the video from the day and click on my vibrator. Yes, I would masturbate to it. I wasn't exaggerating when I said I got off on that shit. If that video wasn't good enough, maybe she didn't act humiliated, maybe her body wasn't as attractive as I thought under those clothes, or whatever it was that it wasnt doing it for me, I'd get out one of the classics, some of the really hot nerd girls who were just to shy to be popular, or the girls who whined the most, maybe even just a rememberable setting or something. Look, I know its twisted but I was a twisted person and I had a problem.


So if you didn't catch on by the hints I was dropping or the fact that you're on this board in the first place..

I videotaped and humiliated countless girls. Wedgies, spankings, tied them up, stripped them of their clothes, their innocence, their dignity, All kinds of twisted shit.

I'll explain further in a bit, and tell a couple of what were my favorites humilations, and the ones I believe stuck with me the most. These ones that I'm speaking of are the times that flashed through my head, somehow in that madness of that night and the heat of the moment..I thought alot of my past, partly to avoid the present that I was currently experiencing, and mostly because experiencing what I had put them through made me look back on what I had done, to deserve the predicament I had gotten myself into that night.

Well they had brought me there and done to me what they did..but I had gotten myself there. Karma had finally caught up with me. Those girls that night, well they got revenge for all of my victims at once. Realistically I might of deserved more for the sheer amount of girls I had humiliated but they got me

Pretty.

Damn.

Good.

God I can't believe I'm trailing off again so hard, I literally haven't even introduced myself or explained who I am. Well my name is *redacted from transcripts* but my name was..Candice Owens. You probably heard that name, it feels like at some point the whole world knew that name and saw my "lesson in karma." I had to change it when I changed schools...cities...states. I almost debated skipping the country for a new life but that was a little over my successful(but far from rich) family's budget.

But before I tell you that story I should probably start from the beginning. I'll explain how I got into my twisted ways. The first time I humiliated someone. How it made me feel, what I had did to them, and how it spiraled into the "apex predator" stage of my life. And then in time, how my "lesson", lead me to the changed, and better person I am, but traumatized nonetheless.

Because you don't really bounce back or escape a punishment like the one Karma and those little nerdy brats had chose for me, you just don't.

The catalyst for the series of events I'm about to tell you starts my first day of freshman year:

The Chainlink Fence and My First Victim

It was first day of freshman year, I was slightly nervous but excited the day I started high school had finally came. My older sister Jessica who had graduated the year before gave me the rough run down of what was to be expected.

"Look Candace you have nothing to worry about." Jessica said

"I'm not worried." I quickly interrupted

"Well you sure seem like it, asking all these questions." She retorted

"Look I know you've probably heard of the freshman girls being hazed by the upperclass girls, and trust me they only mess with the nerds and unpopular hoes, you're in volleyball, you guys won state last year, they're going to know who you are, and they know who I am, nobody is gonna mess with you." She continued.

"I know." I spat out quickly, growing irritated with my older sister

"I was just curious what to expect, I'm not afraid of anyone and I'm not some fucking nerd they're gonna target."

"Whatever you say sis, besides the nerd girls getting hazed, not much is different than middle school. Go to your classes, go to your locker in between, go to lunch, go home at end of day. I don't know what else you want me to say, go find out yourself." My sister said clearly irritated by my attitude and having cussed at her.

We both grew silent and ate our cereal.

"What do they do to the nerds anyway?" I asked interrupting the silence.

"Mostly just constantly mess with them, step on their heels in the hallways, push them in lockers, take their lunch money, trashcan them, just stupid shit. Its all part of the 'welcome to high school' experience." She said the last part in air quotes.

"Its good fun, makes the day go by, they're so pathetic, don't even stand up for themselves." Jess continued.

"Anyway you want a ride or what? I have to get to work."

So we through our cereal bowls in the sink and headed to our front door.

I looked myself in the mirror one last time. I was looking pretty good, my jet black hair was straight and hanging to my tits. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits. Just my state champion shirt and some jeans. Figured I'd keep it simple for the first day. My curves looked...good. For a freshman that is, I hadn't grown the curves that I was so proud of later in high school. At that time I was a B cup with a decently shapely ass. But by the time of my "lesson." I was a woman with C cup tits and a perky round ass that made the guys go wild in my revealing outfits. But once again I'm ahead of myself, freshman me had nowhere near the body that I have now and I had at the time of that infamous night. Thats the only point I'm trying to make.

So anyway, I finished looking at myself in the mirror and checking out my butt, and makeup, and all that last minute shit girls subconsciously do on the way out the door.

Then I was off to school in my sisters car. Anxious but excited for something new.





I'll spare most of the little details and fast forward through some parts because truthfully I know you perverts don't care. I know you not only want me to get on with the story of my first victim and ultimately back to what happened to myself, when the tables turned.

Have a little patience reader, I know your hand is probably in your pants already and you may of skipped some paragraphs to try to find where the action starts. You're probably annoyed at me dragging this on and a little weirded out that I'm calling you out so directly.

The reason I know what you're thinking and that your hand is already on your male or female genitals is because I've been an active lurker on this forum since Dan's original dreambook site. I found Dan's board shortly after I realized how turned on humiliating these girls was making me. I tried to look into porn of it and hardly found anything. It seems everything "enf stripped humiliation" search came back with lame fakes, probably illegal low quality real videos, or other mostly useless links. But somehow I stumbled across Dan's board and it was like a goldmine. All these people with the niche kink that I could hardly even find online. I binged through the stories many nights at home. I became one of you, my twisted thoughts I no longer shared alone and it made me feel like I wasn't totally fucked up (I was. Because what I did was real. But it did make me feel accepted, like I could relate with someone about my twisted desires and actions.)

Throughout the years I'd occasionally write a story under anon or random name just in case. The difference between you and I though, is you would read or write these stories fantasizing and imagining what stripping and humiliating a girl would be like, or maybe what being humilated would be like.

(I know there's a submissive side of the fans here that want these things done to them, rather than vice versa, shout out you ladies and gents. I promise you its not the fantasy you crack it up to be when it happens in real life. But whatever. Different strokes, different folks.)

Anyway, as I was saying, you all would just fantasize as you wrote or read. When I wrote my stories I would write them as I watched the video of what really unfolded. I would write them word for word, scene for scene. You may of remembered them if I mentioned which ones, you may of got off to them, not knowing that the humiliation you were reading was very real. Some poor nerdy girl really had to endure it. Feel bad? Probably not. I didn't and I was there.

I even drew inspiration from some of my favorite authors in some of my humiliations. Like for example Kenny B's "pushed out 2" where the sister's friend gets pushed out in just her panties, throws a fit that the brother is out there, then they open the door just long enough to snag her panties and start pulling them through the door until they rip off her. Remember that? Well I really did that. Granted, it was out of the lockerroom door and into a crowded hallway..but same idea.

Or what about Executionus' "Sleepover Nightmare?" You recall that one? Let me remind you, girl gets tied to mailbox at a "sleepover." The sleepover ended up being a party instead and the protagonist gets tied to a mailbox in her underwear. Then, when she gets off the mailbox and is caught again by the bully of the story, They cuff her back to the mailbox by the leg holes of her panties. Forcing the girl to remove and leave the panties if she wants to escape. Sound familiar?

Well, I loved the idea so much I did exactly that at my 17th birthday party. I invited some nerd who had no chance of actually hanging out with me. I knew she wouldn't believe it, but the girls around the school by that point and time had learned to do what I wanted or pay. I pretended to be her friend for like five minutes. It was DREADFUL, God she was such a bore and I kept seeing her eyes constantly going for the door.

I figured if she wants to leave why not let her? So I tackled her in the middle of my crowded living room and stripped her down to her underwear. Taped her mouth. My friends were always there to give me a hand in my actions so they held her down for me. Once her mouth was taped I dragged her outside and just like in "Sleepover Nightmare" I snapped some cuffs on her wrists behind her back and around her panties so I could attach them to my mailbox.

Then, after she was properly attached, and she had struggled, whined into her gag, and looked at me with those pathetic begging eyes, I snipped her bra off with a little pair of scissors. Her whines turned to screams and my pussy went from wet, to soaked, as her little tits came into view. She realized then that her only chance to escape was to lose the panties. Just like Executionus' had wrote. But rather than step out of them when no one was looking, this girl panicked and tried to take off and rip the panties away as she did. The funniest part was..she didnt succeed for maybe 30 seconds? I think it was something like that but it could of been longer.

So, there she was stuck to my mailbox with her little tits on show and hands bound behind her back. She was desperately trying to make the panties rip so she could run away. And the funniest part of it all, is she was viscously wedging her cuffed panties up her ass in her failed escape attempts.

When she finally managed to make them snap, she ran off into the night, butt naked, hands tied, crowds of laughing teens behind her, and atleast a 3 quarter mile run to her house. It was glorious and worked out even better than I thought.

My pussy is throbbing thinking about it...

Hey I said I've changed, I didn't say I'm not still widely turned on by this crap. But if Executionus' is reading this, just know your idea was brilliant and was even better in real life. Wish you could of seen it.

So yes even though I was a "predator" humilated mastermind occasionally I drew ideas from you all. Sometimes I'd basically make your whole stories happen in real life, other times I'd just draw an idea or two from it. I did this countless of times.

So, just know if you wrote something different or unique in your stories, I probably did it to someone in real life.

How does that make you feel? Envious? Envious that they were only words and fantasies to you, and my real life everyday? Does it repulse you to think someone would actually strip and torment their classmates in a way that should only happen on paper? I'm curious just because I always wanted to tell you all, or show you. I promise its so much hotter on video than these stupid stories.

Hell after I truly began my reign of terror, the stories were never enough anymore. Sure I read back for ideas, or I wrote stories of what I had done to all those girls, for you twisted folks to enjoy. But it wasnt enough, the only way I got off was watching the videos back from what I had done.

I would drive myself crazy waiting to get home to rub one out. I would be soaking wet as my friends held my helpless victim and I peeled their pants and panties to their ankles.

Their reaction were what I lived for. The way their face would contort in horror while simultaneously turning a deep shade of red. The way their hands instinctively attempted to cover their exposed body, even if they knew they weren't strong enough to free their hands from the grip of my friends helping me,or the handcuffs I'd put them in. And last but not least the "moneyshot." By that I mean, the exact moment they realized I was filming, that moment was when they were truly defeated.

For in that moment, so many emotions come across their face. First, their face turns even more red then possible without the camera. Within seconds their emotion goes to utter disbelief, you can see it in their eyes and they look around desperate for an escape or help, then they shut their eyes tight. I call this the "I have to be dreaming" stage. Then comes the anger stage. Their eyebrows lower and their eyes open filled with hatred, they look me dead in the eyes and pull at their restraints. I just know at that moment they want to punch me, hell maybe even kill me. After that, they break. They realize there's nothing they can do to stop me filming and documenting their exposed bodies. This final stage I call "the begging stage" because after all the disbelief and anger, comes begging, pleading, whining, and finally crying. That is assuming I haven't gagged that victim. This combination of emotions ending in the crying or whining of my victim was the "moneyshot."

I always made sure to have the cameras point directly at their face when this phenomenon occured.

All of the little exposed nerdy girls reactions, in combination of the physical act of stripping away their dignity piece by piece, was like heroin to me. I just couldn't stop. It was my drug. My weakness. My addiction.


There was only one thing I wouldn't do. I really, REALLY wanted to, but some things are better left in this board's wild stories.

See that one thing, the only place I drew the line, i always fantasized about, and constantly seemed to be the theme of the stories on this board, that one taboo that I left to the stories, was forcing my victim to orgasm.

The thought of it drove me, and my wet pussy late at night, wild as fuck. It was just so perfect. So depriving..so humiliating..so wrong. It was the final straw to an otherwise perfect humiliation. Something about the thought of my victim not only being stripped naked, filmed, laughed at and teased, and whatever other humiliating things I'd done to her, but also to finish it off by making her cream all over herself, forcing her to enjoy it, forcing her body to convulse and her legs to buckle as she involuntarily moaned out loud or into her gag. That was the ultimate finale. Sometimes I'd even imagine that I'd keep them on the edge of orgasm until they were begging me to let them cum.

But..no matter how hot that would have been, I just couldn't push it that far. Not at all because I have standards or I'd feel bad. No I never did it, because I feared that would be how it all came to an end.

See my friends helped me, but they had no idea I got off on it like I did. To them this was just bullying, hazing, having a laugh at someone elses expense. Sure they had fun with it, but I feared making my victim cum, or even bringing it up would scare them away. Doing that would make it too much, too real, too rapey.

In the real world you shouldn't be able to do the things I've done. Really I should have been arrested by the time they taught me that lesson. I should of been rotting in prison for all the sexual assault I'd done. RIPPING PEOPLE CLOTHES OFF AND DOING OTHER THINGS TO THEM IS NOT OKAY. But I was smart, I had never managed to be caught, maybe occasionally suspected or blamed(those girls learned not to tell again) but never caught. Somehow I just knew if I made my victim orgasm that it'd get to the police what I'd done. Dont ask me the logic I just felt like that was the line where my friends wouldn't be by my side anymore, and where the blackmail wouldn't be enough to shut my victim up. And of course my biggest fear of all,, was anyone finding out that I got off to what I did to these girls.

If my friends found out well, then they'd know this bullying/hazing thing was all a ruse for my perversions. The girls I assaulted couldn't know because being hazed by a bully at school, and being violated by a pervert are two totally different things. They would of responded differently or possibly be more inclined to turn me in. That was my thought process atleast. So even though I'd of done anything to make my pathetic victims buck and cum all over themselves. I couldn't.


*silent pause*

Was I uh..trailing off again? I'm sorry, I may do that from time to time. I'm trying to share as much insight as possible into the person I was back then. I want you to understand who I was. Candace Owens. The name feels so alien at this point. I haven't gone by that for awhile now. Thats who I was. A terrible, terrible person. Truly evil. I only cared about myself and my twisted schemes and actions. Back then I thought others thinking like me, like here on this board, justified what I used to do. I realize now that no matter how fucked up you guys are, I'm clearly worse because I acted on my perverse thoughts and impulses.

So now you know even more about me. I've probably told you far more than you need or care to know. I've rambled on for quiet awhile and I'm sure you're sick of the constant foreshadowing and the fact that there hasn't been any action yet. I hope you've read this far and haven't skipped off to the next story. (I was one of you, I know how you think)

Um..well I don't know how else to transition back to my original plan of telling you about my first victim so I'm just gonna uh..do it.


(Sorry for all the rambling please forgive meee, I promise more action from here on out and ill get into the details of some of the humiliations I delivered and the ultimate humiliation I received just bare with me here.)


So anyway I'm in my sisters car and shes about to drop me off for the first day of highschool. Let's just start back there.

But actually like I said I'm fast forwarding a little here.

Long story short I got to school everything went well, I had all of my popular friends from my grade, the older popular girls accepted me and I was quickly getting to know them, first day is always orientation bs anyway so pretty light work in actual school effort I had to put in. I even got to see a couple nerds get trashcanned and one pushed in her locker she had just managed to find that morning. I realized quickly that the only hazing I was seeing was from the upperclass girls to the new freshman girls. The guys were just conversing intergrades like normal people. So that's a quick summary of my first day, any more than that is unnecessary to the story and dragging this on far longer than any of you people care about.

So end fast forward.

Let's try this again.

The Chainlink Fence and My First Victim

Its the end of the day and last hour is study hall. They explain to us that some days study hall will be outside. They said this was to get us "more fresh air and space to focus." Then the teacher took us outside and basically bailed to go "finish up some work." Which probably meant get high in his car.

So I'm sitting with the upperclass popular girls on a bench, my class is spread out across the benches and sitting down or standing in the field. Study hall had a combination of all the grades.

"I'm so bored, can we like fuck with the freshman or something please?" One girl spoke up, interrupting the conversation two others were having. I was the only freshman at the bench but I was "accepted."


Starting the scene here tomorrow, this is just something that sprung up out of nowhere and I'm trying to run with it to keep progressing the story. I know where its headed but I have some blanks to fill in. I know this had alot of foreshadowing and little action but it was a bit of a long intro that alot of was improvised as I went. hopefully more parts coming soon with the exciting stuff.

Let me know what you think, I love to see feedback and I've been wanting to put something out for awhile. Lots of ideas with a few start ups but this one feels like its moving smoother

Ok I can't tell wether this is the preamble to the story or if this is literally the author writing what they've done. Either way, I'm excited to see what's to come

Fantastic 4 wrote: ↑Fri Oct 16, 2020 2:26 am Ok I can't tell wether this is the preamble to the story or if this is literally the author writing what they've done. Either way, I'm excited to see what's to come

Isn't that the most interesting part? glad you like it, posting part 2 right now!

Best story I've read in a very long time...nice job

Its the end of the day and last hour is study hall. They explain to us that some days study hall will be outside. They said this was to get us "more fresh air and space to focus." Then the teacher took us outside and basically bailed to go "finish up some work." Which probably meant get high in his car.

So I'm sitting with the upperclass popular girls on a bench, my class is spread out across the benches and sitting down or standing in the field. Study hall had a combination of all the grades.

"I'm so bored, can we like fuck with the freshman or something please?" One girl spoke up, interrupting the conversation two others were having. I was the only freshman at the bench but I was "accepted."


The girls all agreed that tormenting some nerdy girl did sound more fun than just sitting around, not to mention the teacher was still nowhere to be found so it's not like anyone was gonna stop us.

The head popular girl, which I'd learned today was the cheer captain, stood up first, everyone else followed suit giving me the impression that she runs the show around here. She looked at me when I stood up. I half expected her to tell me I wasn't allowed to come with, being a freshman myself and all. But the way she looked through me worried me a bit, her eyes were like daggers and I worried somewhere in the back of my head that she was gonna sick these girls on me and that this was all a charade to trick me.

So, I was more than relieved when I wasn't exiled or turned on,and instead she asked me a couple things.

"Did you all ever fuck with the nerdy girls back in middle school?" She asked me.

I deliberated on my answer, but I figured lying and saying that I was experienced with this kind of thing wouldn't end well.

"To be honest no." I said.

"Well watch and learn today rookie, there's a reason we are top of the food chain around here." She said.

(Small side note: maybe that top of the food chain line eventually led me to my mentality of "apex predator. I don't know just a thought sorryyy.)

With that they were off with me in tow. They started walking towards the field where guys and girls were spread out. Some were standing or huddled together talking, some were reading, or just chilling cross-legged somewhere in the grass.

Of course as you may of guessed, the bullies naturally were walking straight at one of the book readers. This one girl was laying in the grass on her stomach. She was nose deep in her book and didn't even notice us approaching. That is until the cheerleading captain snatched the book right from under her nose. (really trying to avoid other peoples names here as my victims, accomplices, and others from my school don't need to be associated with this)

The girl immediately jumped up. When she did I recognized her as one of the highest scoring academics in my grade. I kinda felt bad, she was nice, smart, funny, I never really had a problem with her. She was really pretty. She had beautiful,curly, brunette hair. It hung to her chest and made her brown eyes pop. She was wearing blue jeans and some stupid looking button up blouse. Her body was a little below average, pretty skinny with barely there tits and a barely there ass.

"Hey what the hell!?" She burst out in anger before realizing who had just taken her book. She immediately brought her tone down.

"Please give me back that book, its very expensive and its old, I borrowed it from the library." She pleaded trying to reach for it.

"This dusty old thing is worth anything? Huh thats funny because I honestly don't care." The captain girl said.

Then to mine and the pretty nerd girl's dismay she started ripping out pages and tossing them in the air. The cheerleader just looked at the freshman as she did it, smiling evily. I really started to feel like I was in the wrong group. I wish I'd of spoke up, or left the group right then, maybe things would have been different. But I wasn't going to be on the other side of this, and I was a freshman, if I insulted the popular girls by being disgusted in their acts, surely they'd come after me next.

The freshman had been being held back by a couple of other girls as this all transpired. Tears were swelling in her eyes. Either that book really meant alot to her or she was just embarrassed from being so publicly bullied. They let her go after she stopped struggling and she immediately crouched down grabbing at the pages that were attempting to blow away.

Once she had all the pages bundled in her hand she did the last thing I'd expect.

"Give me my book back bitch." She said.

We all were taken aback and my jaw dropped. Even the captain seemed dumbfounded.

The nerdy girl took the opportunity from everyone's surprise. She jumped up and ripped her book out of the bully's hands.

This girl may have been brave, but like I said before. She wasn't stupid. She knew she had messed up by pissing off the captain. She wasted no time and the minute the book was in her hands, she started running.

There were no words said between the popular girls or even from the captain. Without needing to be directed every last one of them started chasing the girl. I followed behind quickly because I was committed to impressing these girls at this point.

It was only about 3 seconds of a headstart but this girl could have been a trackstar. It was blatantly clear from the beginning that none of these older girls were going to be able to catch her.

"Get back here you little slut! I'm going to beat your ass." The captain hollered out as she chased.

"Nobody can escape us forever!" One of the other girls screamed, seemingly starting to get short on breath.

I realized then that this was my opportunity. If I could catch the fleeing girl then the popular girls would accept me more. I wanted to impress them. I wanted their acceptance. They had already let me in the group but many of them seemed skeptical. So I was going to prove them wrong.

I kicked it into overdrive. I passed the older girls and started shortening the distance to the nerd girl. I felt bad, she really hadn't been doing anything, but she did mess up insulting our leader and I had to punish her for that.

She was running out of room to run as I drew closer. I was within 10 feet with the other girls cheering behind me.

"Get her rookie! She called the wrong bitch, a bitch!" The leader hollered.

That seemed like a stupid statement but I ignored that.

There was a 5 foot high chainlink fence that the girl was rapidly approaching. I was anticipating her to bail left or right. I was so close to catching her that whenever I found out which way she turned, I knew I'd be able to run diagonally, cut her off, and tackle her.

This girl gave me a bit of a surprise once again though. Not only was the nerdy girl athletic enough to give me a good chase. She also gripped the top of the fence and tried to hop over it.

This was not what I expected at all and I feared she was going to get away. She had some space between us and unless I jumped straight over the fence, she'd be out of reach. My chest was starting to hurt from the chasing and I worried I had lost. She hopped the fence and I prepared to do it myself in a last ditch effort to catch her.

Luckily for me, and not so lucky for her, when she had hopped over she accidentally snagged her panties on the top of the fence. She had been going pretty fast when she hopped over and all that momentum came to a sudden stop. Her panties had perfectly became latched to the top of one of the chain links.

She cried out from what I assume was the pain of her panties shooting up her asscrack. Her feet were dangling 6 inches or so off the ground. She was reaching behind her with two hands, desperately trying to unlatch the panties but it was no use. The way they had snagged they made a hole right through her panties, effectively hooking the material. All of her weight(even if she was maybe 100 pounds soaking wet) made it where she couldn't get enough leverage to lift her underwear off the fence. She kicked her feet struggling to find the ground. Then she started whining knowing she was stuck, and caught by her chasers.

I heard a roar of laughter behind me as I got to the fence and the other girls did shortly behind me. All of them found this to be the funniest thing ever. Some of them were even rolling on the ground in hysterics.

The panties were pink and cotton. They were so simple they must of been from Walmart or something. I could tell they looked childish even with only 3 inches or so having been hooked and hanging out of the back of her jeans.

The funniest and ironic part of her having got herself stuck to the fence, was the fact that there was a metal gate like 10 feet to the side that she could of ran through.

"Well, well, well looks like we didn't even have to catch you, you caught yourself. God you look pathetic. Who's the bitch now? Bitch."

Once again I cringed at the captain's word choice and I was personally far more eloquent when I ran things later in time, but whatever I'm nitpicking at this point.

The captain continued rambling for a bit about how this girl was in deep shit even taking to time to mock the girls panty choice.

"What kind of little girl panties are those?" The captain said laughing

"Its laundry day..."the hanging teen said in dismay, trying to keep her head held high but clearly starting to panic.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have called you that, please just help me down, this hurts so bad. I promise not to tell anyone what you did to my book." The dangling girl continued.

At this point we had all walked through the gate and were in front of the teen, standing in a semi circle around her.

"You're damn right you're not gonna say anything but you're not getting out of this shit or off of that fence anytime soon." The captain said, getting directly into the intimidated girl's face and making her shiver in fear.

The teen had her hands behind her back as the captain continued berating the girl.

"Hey what the hell do you think you're doing?" One of the other girls said stepping forward and grabbing the teens arm from behind her.

"What did you think you'd unhook your panties while we weren't looking?" Another girl said grabbing the teens other arm.

The girl was now dangling their with her arms held tight by the bullies. The queen bully poking her chest and still talking some kind of trash in her face. I blanked out most of what she was saying because the captain was so bad at trash talking.

For the first time since we had begun tormenting this girl I heard my name said aloud.

"Candace, please we've been going to school together since kindergarten. Tell them to stop, go get some help, don't let them beat me up." The girl said and began whining and tearing up.

"Hm Candace, I didn't know you guys had been friends since kindergarten. Maybe we were wrong about you, maybe you aren't with us." The captain said, turning her back from the hanging teen to focus her attention on me.

"What the hell are you on about? I'm not friends with that fucking nerd and I sure as hell am not gonna do anything to help her. She got herself in that situation." I said desperate to get the attention off of me.

"Hm I don't know Candace..maybe you should tell me what you think we should do with her? She does deserve to be punished for insulting me does she not?" The captain asked me

Before I could form an opinion on it the other girls starting spewing ideas.

"Beat her ass."

"Break her glasses."

"Burn her book."

The captain turned to the three girls who spoke out with a very serious face that instantly shut the last one up mid suggestion.

"Did I fucking ask you? No I asked the little fucking freshman who wants to be in our group." The captain spat.

She then turned back to me and I gulped but held my head high and tried to come up with a plan on the spot.

"This is who we are, this is what we do, we earned our place at the top of the school and we will defend it. So I'll ask you again Candace, what. should. we. do. with this little slut?"

The captain had put alot of emphasis on the last words and said them slowly looking me in the face and making me feel like I was the one being attacked.

I looked past the Captain to the dangling teen behind her. The rest of the class had come over to see the commotion and were standing on the opposite side of the fence facing the nerdy girl's rear end. She hadn't seen them yet but I did. Nobody was speaking up, no one was helping her. I realized then that this hazing stuff was so normal that no one even dared to tell on the queen bully. I looked the teen up and down deliberating what suggestion I should make. When a thought crossed my mind.

"I wonder how bad those panties are wedged in there, how would that look without the jeans in the way?" I thought.

The second the twisted thought crossed my mind I tried to dismiss it. That was dumb that was to much, to far. But this girl had disrespected the captain and I really needed to impress these girls if I wanted to secure my place with them. Not to mention that the captain was still glaring at me waiting for my answer and if I didn't come up with a good one I may be hanging next to nerdy girl. I'm not sure that she would have done that but that was my thought process.

So I said the twisted idea aloud. Before I realized it the words had already left my mouth. This was the point of no return and the moment my life changed forever. This was the moment I learned what I was capable of. This was when I made a decision that ultimately lead me to becoming a serial humilator and in turn lead me to be brutally humiliated myself. That butterfly effect shit is real. I could have just as easily said something else, I could have agreed that burning her book was a good idea and moved on with my life and day. But I didn't. Thats why we are here. Thats why you're reading this. Thats why I chose this story to tell you first. Because the next few words I said ultimately changed my life and lead me to a very dark path. Those three words haunt me now, in my subconscious I can hear my younger voice say it even now. I remember that moment so perfectly I can almost smell the air. The phrase I muttered next was:

"Let's pants her."

The dangling teen's jaw dropped. She looked me dead in the eyes. She looked shocked. She looked terrified. She started struggling against the teens holding her arms. I almost thought of saying it was a joke but it was far to late for that.

The other girls laughed at my suggestion, getting a firmer grip on the struggling girl's arms.

The captain, who had been glaring at me in anticipation of answer, relaxed her body and smiled at me.


"You know what rookie? You might just fit in around here, because that's the best damn idea I think I've ever heard. Let's give the class a show and see what the rest of her little girl panties look like." She turned around headed towards our victim and I let out a breath of relief.

I felt terrible but also so relieved and happy that the captain had turned her attention away from me, and assured me that I'd be able to fit in. I really didn't expect what she said next though.

"An idea that good deserves to be carried about by the person who came up with it, I wouldn't want to take away that honor." The captain laughed to herself.

Shit! I thought the suggestion would be enough. I really didn't expect to be the one to have to carry it out. I didn't know if this was still a test or if she truly meant that she'd rather me act on my suggestion because it was so "good."

I felt guilty. The idea had sprung to my head and off my tongue but this poor girl truly didn't deserve this. The captain had started it and she was already stuck in a hanging wedgie in front of her peers. That had to be embarrassing especially on her "laundry day." Wasn't that enough?

But of course it wasn't. The captain wouldn't be satisfied until she was punished. The hanging wedgie she had done to herself. Now the only way the captain would be satisfied was for me to pull this helpless girl's pants down. I couldn't believe I suggested this.

I decided it'd be best to throw any guilt I had to the wind and get on with it. I needed to do this to earn the captain and other girls' respect. I needed to prove I was worthy of being the freshman hanging out with the upperclass girls. If I backed out at this point or said I was joking then the captain was surely think I'm some kind of pussy and I'd lose this amazing opportunity. I wasn't gonna let some little bookworm get in the way of that. I cut off every feeling of guilt and regret and nervousness and walked up to the book nerd.

My new group was cheering me on while simultaneously taunting the helpless teen.

"Get her Candace!" Said one.

"Teach that little girl a lesson she will never forget!" Said another

"You do this and I'll know you can be trusted. Now show the rest of the class her little asscheeks!" Commanded the captain.

I hadn't even thought of that, all those people behind her. The feeling of guilt came back for just a moment. I looked at how high her panties were yanked up. Removing her pants would 100% leave both of her entire asscracks on show for the crowd on the other side of the fence. Even if she was wearing granny panties they had to be a thong at this point.

I once again pushed my guilt away, there was no going back now. I looked my first victim up and down. She looked a mess. Her face was cringing in pain from the wedgie. Her cheeks were beet red. She was dangling six inches off the ground. She was struggling to free her arms from my new friends. It wouldn't of changed anything but I guess in her mind it was better than just hanging there waiting for me to take her pants to her ankles. She was begging me not to do this.

"Candace please, look you guys got me, I messed up, I'll do all your guyes homework for a week, I'll never tell anyone this happened(I don't think she had realized the rest of the class had came over to see what was going on.) I'll seriously do anything please don't pull my pants down. I'm so fucking sorry.." the dangling teen whined.

I figured at that point if I was going to actually do this, I might as well trump it up for my new friends and act as sadistic as they would have.

"Well maybe you should of thought about that before calling *name redacted from transcript* a bitch, and running like a little pussy. What's a matter? Don't want the class to see your little asscheeks?" I said, cringing a little at how awful a person I was being. I had never really bullied anyone at all before and it made me uneasy that I was capable of saying and doing these things.

"Th..th..th..the class?" My soon to be victim squeaked out.

She then twisted her body, contorting her face in pain from the extra pressure on her panties. She met eyes with the rest of the eager class behind her. They hadn't been close enough for her to notice they were there, or for them to hear what we had planned for her. They were all just sitting back there observing.

"Oh my fucking god, you have to be joking. In front of all these people? Please Candace.." after saying this she continued on but I stopped listening. It was basically the same "please no don't do this" type shit on repeat.

The time had come for action and I made one last comment before I crouched down to her waist level.

"Time to show everyone your little girl underwear and those cute little asscheeks you got hiding under these jeans." I truly couldn't believe I was capable of this but I was all in at that point.

Just as I squatted down to reach for her waistband I realized something strange. I could ever so slightly feel my panties getting damp. I didn't really know what that was all about but I thought nothing of it, maybe it was discharge or something.

"Get on with it before Mr. *redacted* gets back!" I heard the captain command.

So I did just that. I reached for the button of the freshman girl's jeans. She winced at my touch, continuing to repeat the never ending "please no" and "please don't."

I unbuttoned her jeans and ripped the zipper down. Effectively exposing her panties where her pubic mound was. I immediately noticed a big stupid looking heart over her pubic mound.

I was getting more into the moment at this point and made a scene about it.

"Get a load of her panties! What are you 6? I said aloud, making my friends crack up at how ridiculous the situation was. Then I decided it was time. I grabbed her waistband on either side and began peeling them down her thighs. She little out a little squeal and attempted to call for help. Why she had waited that long I'll never know. Immediately one of the girls holding her wrist, slapped a hand over her mouth.

"If you call out again this ends with you naked do you understand me?" My new friend asked our victim.

The nerdy girl quickly nodded. The fear of losing all of her clothes must of really scared her.

The way my friend had so quickly shut the teen up, and made her accept defeat, and especially the threat of leaving her naked made my pussy start to throb. My panties grew more damp, I realized then that it definitely wasnt discharge causing this.

"Am I getting turned on by this? What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't even like girls." I thought. I dismissed it, embarrassing this girl couldn't be why I was getting turned on. Maybe it was just one of those random times. But it definitely didn't seem like it should be.

I tried to not think about it and continue with my plan. I started working the dangling teen's jeans down her thighs and as I reached her knees and uproar of laughter came from the crowd, her ass was now fully exposed with her stupid little pink panties wedged deep in her crack. the girl began crying but at this point I didn't even care or feel bad. If anything the crowd's reaction just got me more excited and I felt my nipples go erect in my bra.

I was getting off to this! "Jesus christ what is wrong with me? This is so wrong but god it feels so right.." my thoughts continued as her pants reached her knees and I looked face level at her little pussy. I could clearly make out the outline of it because the wedgie was giving her some serious camel toe. It was clear she had no hair under the panties. I wondered to myself if she had ever even had any or if she shaved for some nerdy boy or something.

At this point the reasonable, regretful, guilty feeling, and ashamed of being turned on, part of me disappeared. I was so turned on that I simply didn't care anymore.

I stopped slowly peeling at her pants and yanked them to her ankles. The girl continued whining but that only drove me more crazy. I decided she didn't need these just bundled up at her ankles. I wanted them OFF. So I started yanking them off of her. This is when she really lost it. I guess she assumed at the end of this when she finally got herself unhooked or her panties ripped that she'd atleast be able to pull her pants up to cover herself. She started bucking around and kicking at me. All the struggling just made it hotter. I was lost in a turned on daze and didn't hold back.

Her pants had turned inside out at her ankles and I had them fully stretched back to normal shape but the damn things were stuck on her ankles. I gave it two good pulls. The first pull didn't get them off but pulled her feet and ankles a foot or so towards me. This on top of all the kicking around had caused her little camel toe to ride further up her pussy. At this point it wasn't in her lips but there was now a perfect mold of her pussy sticking through her panties.

The sight of my first victim's pussy so close to exposure, and her pale little legs, along with her pants finally ripping off her body and into my hands, was to much for me. Right then, and right there, I creamed myself. I came in my pants. I didn't even know that was possible for a girl without stimulation. I managed to bite my lip and hold in what I knew would have been a loud moan. I looked down at my jeans. Somehow they were still dry. My panties were soaking wet underneath. I looked around to make sure no one noticed and they didn't seem to.

"Holy shit..I fucking love this." I thought.

Even though I had came in my pants. I was still really turned on. (Probably because I was still staring at my exposed and helpless victim.)

My friends and the captain were dying of laughter, while my victim probably felt like she was dying from embarrassment.

"I'm not gonna lie to you rookie, I really didn't think you had it in you. But what a great punishment you came up with for bratty little girl who dared to call me a bitch." The captain said to me.

She had her arm over my shoulder like we were old pals. I had done it. I had been accepted. At the cost of this poor girl's dignity. I couldn't even think about any of that at the time though. I was still in a daze. I had found out something about myself that I truly never expected to and I was deliberating on that while the captain continued on about how I'm with "the gang" now and how hilarious my idea was. I mostly blocked this out.

"Am I gay for that?"
"No that can't be it, I've never even once thought about a girl that way. I have been in lockerrooms with 10 other naked girls and have never felt this way."
"It has to be the humilation..the exposure..the power it gave me and the reactions of this poor girl."

I ended my thoughts with a single sentence spoke aloud.

"I'm not finished with her yet."

I shrugged the captain's arm off my shoulder and walked back up to the pantsless nerd.

"Don't take this personal sweetheart I just need to know something." I said, grabbing ahold of both sides of her button up blouse.

Her eyes went wide, she had been humiliated up to this point but she thought that me removing her pants was the end.

I noticed the teens behind her were snapping pictures of her wedgied ass through the fence. Earlier I'd of thought that was to much but now it gave me a wicked smile.

"I just want to know if you stuff your bra." I laughed.

As I laughed and she begged me not to, I dramatically ripped her shirt open. Her exposed belly and bra came into view. Sticking out of her bra was clearly visible tissues.

"I knew it, you really are a little girl aren't you?" I said, beginning to be turned on again.

I was still trying to figure out what about all this turned me on much, but as soon as I ripped open her shirt it confirmed one of my suspicions, the exposure, the act of ripping another girl's clothes off against her will. More suspicions were confirmed when I started belittling her about stuffing her bra. The public humiliation, the embarrassment, and her reactions to the things I said, and did. The way she looked around wide eyed, and terrified. The way she feared me, flinched and my touch. How she had reacted when she found out the class was staring at her wedgied asscheeks. How she continued to struggle, even when she knew it was futile. How desperate she was to be covered, while I continued uncovering her. God it was so new and so wrong and such a thrill. I mean I had literally came..and I was getting wet again when I ripped her shirt open. I'd have to be careful eventually it'd soak through my jeans.

"Why don't we see how little they really are." I said as I began pulling tissues out of her bra cups.

There was more in there than I thought and as I kept pulling them out I realized she didn't have little boobs. No, these were real mosquito bites. Literally just chest and nipples, if I hadn't seen her pussy so closely earlier I may of thought she was trans or something.

While all of her tissues were lying in a pile under her dangling feet and my friends were roasting her for being "titless." The teens behind her couldn't see how pathetic they were but they knew what that pile of tissues meant.

She was ruined, defeated, head hung, speechless she didn't even protest when I said:

"Well, what're you waiting for? Get her shirt off. Let's leave this little brat hanging here in her childish underwear and her empty bra."

Really I wanted more, I wanted to strip her to nothing and tie her to the fence instead. I wanted to drag her through the hallways so everyone could see. I wanted alot of twisted shit right then, but I forced myself to stop it there. If I didn't not only would we probably get caught in the act, I didn't know how much time had went by but I knew class would be over soon. I also worried my new friends, even being the bullies they were, would think I went to far. But most importantly I feared I'd get more wet and soak through my jeans. My panties were already creamed in and soaked, if I did anything else to her than I'd probably be exposed for the filthy pervert I just found out I was. I couldn't afford for my panties to soak through my jeans or worse..to cum again, I probably wouldn't be able to hide it again.

The girls on both wrists did what I suggested and forced the girls arms through her shirt and off her body.

We all stood there for a second taking in the pathetic sight in front of us. The girls continued to tease and mess with the teen but what they said doesn't really matter at this point in the story. The hanging teen didn't respond to the taunts anyway. She just sat there head hung and defeated. We had let go of her arms when the shirt was removed, but she didn't attempt to cover, or free herself.

I truly felt terrible for what I had done, well the old me did. The new me relished the sight of this defeated teen and longed to do more to her.

Just before we started to head back to class and leave the girl there, the captain spoke up.

"I have got to get a picture of this! Its just to perfect."

So the captain snapped a few pictures. Then she showed them to the teen. Picking her chin up to make her look.

"You ever speak of this, to anyone, or even dare to tell on us, these will be posted everywhere and your life will be ruined. Got it?" She said aggressively

The girl mumbled out a soft "I got it."

"Good, now let's get the fuck out of here ladies!"

She opened up the gate and headed back to school, the other students had left by then, probably scared of us, or the teachers realizing they hadn't done anything to stop us. That fear is what made none of them ever tell a teacher what had happened. Sure they showed their friends the pictures of her butt, and talked about it amongst themselves. But somehow we never got in any trouble. When we got to through the gate the captain snapped a couple more pics of the girls wedgied ass against the fence, and then she headed towards the school with us in tow.

All the girls were all hyping me up on the way back to the school. This was the last hour so it was straight home after this.

"You are fucking sadistic and I love it!" Said one of my new friends

"I can't believe how flat her chest was! How did you know?" Another asked

"Why the little girl panties of course." I said, make my friends and myself laugh.

The captain offered me a ride home and I agreed.

I looked back one more time at the chainlink fence in the distance. The girl was still on the fence but her hands were reaching behind her. By some amazing timing, as I watched I saw her fall to the ground, but not with her panties. Those little pink panties were still hooked and blowing in the wind. She started getting dressed with her discarded clothes and I turned my attention back to chatting with my new friends.
(Between you and I, the next day I went back for those silly, childish, and stretched out panties. I kept them as a souvenir. )


On the way home the captain and me were basically like old pals laughing and talking about alot of things, mostly about what had transpired that day. She told me she had never thought of humiliating someone like that, and that we would have to keep that card in our back pocket. I agreed, the excitement of ever doing something like that again was just to hard to ignore. We pulled up to my house and just before I got out I asked her one last thing.

"You think you could send me those pics?"

"Of course girl! It's your artwork." She laughed.

I came 3 more times that night to those pictures. The pictures of that girl were the first of my glorious collection. And the captain had framed them perfectly.

One was a landscape picture. In that one you could see the fenceline and the teen in the center. One was a portrait pic, in which the girl filled the entire screen. She even took a close up of the girl's cameltoe, which was my personal favorite of the bunch. The pictures of her wedgie from a side view, and from behind looking through the fence, were just icing on the cake.

So thats the story of my first victim. That's the start of my reign of terror. Thats the day my life changed forever. I know, I know. Sorry this is such a slow burn and to hit you with an EUF story instead of ENF but I had to start from the beginning, and that was definitely the start of the perverted life I lived.

To be continued. Thanks for the kind words and I hope you all enjoy part 2.

Excellent chapter. The details of Candace's mind made this quite interesting. Her rapid descent into addiction, perversion, and madness is going to be entertaining for sure.

Executionus wrote: ↑Fri Oct 16, 2020 7:00 am Excellent chapter. The details of Candace's mind made this quite interesting. Her rapid descent into addiction, perversion, and madness is going to be entertaining for sure.

Glad you like it Executionus. What did you think of the shout out from Candace?

Really good work, excited to see how this story pans out

This would be an interesting story even if it didn't have any erotica in it. Looking forward to the next part.