Bet - Copied

[hirarandi]

The door opened and a man looked out. "Is that her?" He asked. 

"Wait, I'm not changing here. No way, I didn't agree to strip in front of a man!" Taylor protested. 

"Great, then I get the pictures and I'll be sending them out in ten minutes." Ky barked. 

"NO, YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Taylor yelled. 

"Well then, get inside before you cause a scene." Ky calmly answered. 

Taylor knew she was trapped. Ky had the pictures and if she didn't complete the bet, she could do almost anything with them. She looked up and down the hall and stepped inside the room. 

"Good decision Thunder, now out of those clothes." Ky demanded. 

Taylor looked at the man and slowly pulled the sweatshirt over her head and dropped her shorts. She stood there naked in her trainers holding her arm over her tits and her hand over her now dripping pussy, the word "SLUT" still adorning her chest. 

Ky looked at Taylor and touched her arm. What is all over your body?" She asked. 

"It's sunscreen, what the fuck do you think it was?" She answered. 

"Well that won't work, follow me." Ky said and tossed Taylor a towel. 

Taylor followed Ky to the bathrooms, the towel wrapped tightly around her body. But in spite of her best efforts, SLUT was still visible. She trembled as each step took her further from her clothes. As soon as they entered, Ky ordered her to wash off the sunscreen and be quick about it. 

Taylor stepped into the shower, blushing as Ky watched her closely. 

"Look at that jungle, don't you fucking trim your bush?" Ky laughed and handed her a razor and shaving cream. "You better shave it off; you wouldn't want anyone to see that jungle." 

Taylor blushed and barked back. "At least I'm woman enough to have a bush. Not a boy pretending to be a woman." 

"Go ahead and make your cracks, your cracks will soon be seen." Ky barked back. 

Ky's words sent shivers up and down Taylor's spine. She didn't know what she had planned, but something in the back of her mind told her it wasn't good. 

Taylor finished shaving and showering and was soon walking back to the man's dorm room. The towel didn't seem quite as big as when she had walked down the hall before. 

As soon as Taylor entered the room, Ky grabbed the towel and tossed it outside the door. Taylor gasped and looked around to find her clothes. "Where are my clothes?" She gasped. 

"They're safe, now just stand in the middle of the room and put your hands behind your head." Ky demanded. Taylor closed her eyes and did as told. "Now spread your legs and don't move." Ky continued. 

Taylor stood there, her hands behind her head and her legs spread wide when she felt something touch her breast. She opened her eyes and looked down. The man had a brush in his hand and was painting her tit. 

"Wait, no, you can't! I can't go out naked!" Taylor sputtered. 

"Oh yes you can, unless you don't want to complete the bet. You said you had to be covered and you will. You also said it couldn't be a wicked weasel or something sheer. This won't be either. You will be covered and it will look just like a suit, but it won't be. Now don't move. You wouldn't to ruin the suit." Ty sneered. 

Taylor stood there in shock. She was about to go out on campus completely naked, covered only with body paint, to be handcuffed to a flagpole at the busiest building on campus. She started to pant, her body flushed and her pussy dripping down her legs. 

The man basically ignored the conversation and concentrated on his work. When he was almost finished, Taylor looked down and was surprised at how realistic the paint looked, other than the still visible SLUT, the painted suit looked real. Yes she was naked, but you had to look closely to see it wasn't a bathing suit. But still she was naked and was going to be naked in public. 

The only time the man spoke was when he worked on her pussy. He commented that it was so wet the paint wasn't sticking. He had to wipe her three times before he finally finished and she was covered. 

"My, you are getting off on this, you horny slut. I guess you love being an exhibitionist." Ky laughed at the blushing Taylor. 

The man finally put down his brush and sprayed something over the paint. "This will keep it from running if you sweat. As long as there isn't a downpour, you don't have anything to worry about. I'll give Ky a cream to give you to take it off later." He said. 

Taylor looked down at the painted suit. It was black and looked like leather with studs and eyelets. It had the look like some kind of fetish suit. "Lower your arms and put your hands behind you." She barked. Taylor did so and felt the handcuffs lock in place. 

"Please Ky, not yet, can't you wait until we get there?" She asked her voice pleading. 

"Not on your life, a bet is a bet." Ky gushed and pulled out a leather dog collar and strapped it around Taylor's neck. 

Taylor body was visibly trembling as she was now at the mercy of her rival. A few moments later, Ky knelt down and grabbed Taylors foot. Taylor raised it and Ky slipped on a stiletto heel that must have been five inches high and locked it around her ankle. She did the same for the other foot. When Ky stood back, she gushed. "Aren't you the perfect slave? She looked directly into Taylor's eyes and snarled, "Only one more detail," and clipped a leash on the collar. "Now it's perfect." She gushed and pulled Taylor out of the room and down the hall. 

The walk across the campus was the longest walk in Taylor's life. It was almost nine o'clock and practically the entire campus was out and about. It was a warm, sunny day and everyone was either going or coming from class. All she heard were snickers and laughs. She must have passed every girl she had ever shamed, and each one made sure she said something. 

"SLUT." 

"WHORE!" 

"FAT ASS!" 

"TINY TITS HA HA." 

"LOOK AT HER GUT..." 

"WHAT A KINKY SLUT!" 

The longer she walked, the worse the comments. Each one tore a bit of her self-esteem away. By the time they got to the student center, Taylor couldn't look anyone in the eyes. Ky backed her to the flagpole and unlocked one wrist, pulled her arms behind her around the pole, and relocked the cuff. Taylor was now completely exposed. Her arms were locked behind her and she had no way to cover her body. She wanted to scream, but something inside wouldn't let her. She wasn't about to be defeated by her rival. 

"Enjoy your day Thunder, I hope it doesn't rain. The forecast calls for thundershowers this afternoon." Ky laughed and walked away taking the keys with her. 

Taylor heard Ky's statement and groaned. How could this day get any worse? 

For the next hour or so, everyone who walked by stopped and looked at her. Most didn't say anything, just pointed and laughed. Taylor didn't say anything, but word quickly spread that she was naked. Soon there was a constant crowd and the comments started. Taylor spat back at the ones who pissed her off the most, but then Ky showed up. 

"We can't have you making a scene, can we? Your mouth is going to ruin everything." She whispered in Taylor's ear. Taylor started to say something back, but was cut off when Ky strapped a ball gag in her mouth, silencing her. "Now, just so the administration doesn't break this up, I made a sign." Ky said and proudly held it up so Taylor could see it. 

'THIS IS MY ART PROJECT AND AN EXPRESSION OF MY FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS. I AM EXPRESSING MY VIEWS ON SEXUAL LIBERATION. FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL.' 

"I'll check back later and see how you're doing." Ky laughed and walked away.