0 comments/ 61946 views/ 5 favorites Renée’s Revenge Ch. 01 By: BobDogwood Renée stood nervously in front of Betty Johnson’s desk. She self consciously kept attempting to flatten out the wrinkles in her nursing uniform and picking off pieces of lint that she sworn hadn’t been there when she left her room. Renée had only been in the nursing program at the university for a little over a year and up to this point had been doing quite well; and then this had to happen. Renée wouldn’t have been so worried about her handling possible consequences appropriately if her boyfriend Sid was present on campus, but he had been called away on a family emergency. Betty cleared her throat loudly, having finally glanced up from the papers laying across her desk, interrupting the young woman’s unpleasant reveries. “You’re taking all this casually, aren’t you?” Betty asked snidely. Renée flushed. “Oh no, Betty, I’m not,” she protested. “So what exactly do you have to say for yourself, Renée,” the woman who was basically second-in-command of the nursing program wanted to know. “About what?” the raven-haired young woman asked attempting to sound coy and innocent. Betty flew to her feet and slammed her fist down hard on her desk to emphasize her point. “Don’t fuck around with me, Renée. You know damn well what I’m talking about. You’d better be straight with me,” Betty warned while stepping out around her desk. Renée gasped and unconsciously took a step backwards. She had never heard Betty speak in such a manner. Renée never would have believed it possible. “Well, I’m waiting.” Betty glared at her in impatience. “Oh,” the young woman replied tentatively, “you mean about the way I got pulled down in that mosh pit. That wasn’t my fault, Betty.” “Yes, Renée,” Betty spoke sarcastically. “I mean about you running around naked during the homecoming concert in front of twenty thousand people, many of them visitors to the university.” “W-Well, I didn’t know-,“ Renée attempted to speak. “No, you didn’t!” Betty screamed suddenly in a rage because of the manner in which the intelligent young woman was attempting to portray himself as a half-wit in order to escape the adverse consequences of her poor decision making. In her anger Betty stepped closer literally pushing her face up into Renée’s. Renée noticed some spittle hanging from the corner of Betty’s mouth. ‘What’s wrong with her? Why is she acting so insane about this?’ she wondered of her school superior. “It all happened because you were wearing that slutty outfit. You’re lucky you’re not in jail right now!” Betty shouted in only a slightly lower tone. “I’m sorry, it’ll never happen again,” Renée whined wringing her hands. “Oh, I get it, you’re soowry,” Betty snapped. “Am I supposed to kiss it and make it better for you?” Renée flushed again and began to tremble in her anxiety. “No, of course not, Betty -.” “Renée!” Betty ordered. “We are not at a birthday party. We are in my office, behave as such!” “Ms. Johnson,” Renée replied attempting to sound sarcastic, but she was far too frightened to pull it off. “What should you have done when you first were pulled naked into that mosh pit?” the woman demanded. “Pulled some clothing off someone else?” Renée said tentatively. “Why, yes,” Betty agreed. “So why didn’t you?” “Well, I was -,” the young nursing student began, but was quickly interrupted by a continuing irate Betty. “No more bullshit, Renée! Never mind, you’ll have two weeks to think about it,” Betty informed her. “Two weeks!” Renée echoed in a tremulous voice. “Yes, two weeks,” the older woman reiterated. “Doctor Carson and I discussed it and you have been suspended from the university for a period of two weeks and frankly I think you got off lightly.” “Oh no!” Renée whimpered with tears forming in her eyes and then rolling freely down her cheeks. Having delivered her message successfully, Ms. Johnson stepped back behind her desk and sat down. When Renée realized there was nothing more to be said, she turned to leave. “Where are ‘you’ going?” Betty demanded harshly. Puzzled, Renée turned back to older woman and explained, “I’m going to my room to pack to leave.” “Not with that nursing uniform on, you’re not,” the woman protested. “What?!” Renée responded aghast at what she was hearing. Betty picked up a book off her desk and reaching across thrust it into the young woman’s reluctant hands. “Nursing Program Policy and Procedure, Renée,” Betty said bitingly. “Didn’t you even read it once you became a nursing student?” “Well, I meant to,” the dark-haired woman’s voice fell away. “Nursing Program Policy, number fifteen; conditions to be met when a nursing student is suspended,” Betty recited. “Procedure number five – nursing student is to immediately turn in uniform.” “Okay,” Renée agreed attempting to be pleasant despite herself. “I’ll just turn it in when I return to my room.” Betty shook her head. “No, that isn’t near good enough, Renée. I couldn’t possibly allow you to go out into the hospital still representing yourself as a nursing student when you’ve been suspended. Why, you could go out and start directing orderlies to do any crazy thing or lie to your comrades about your absence.” “I would never do that, Ms. Johnson,” Renée replied. She was intensely trembling and having great difficulty with not breaking into tears again. “I know, you could walk with me to my room and then I could give you my uniform.” “No, I haven’t the time for that. I’m late for another meeting as we speak. Now give me your uniform. I’m tired of messing around with you!” Betty declared angrily. Renée couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Betty had always appeared so cordial towards her, but it was obvious by now that the older woman had some deep seeded resentment towards her and was using this situation to take it out on her. Renée realized there was nothing else she could do at this point but to do as Betty ordered. Under her watchful eye, Renée proceeded to slowly unbutton her uniform blouse. She still couldn’t believe that Betty was making her strip down to her bra and panties. ‘Maybe she’s just trying to teach me a humiliating lesson and then she’ll return my uniform to me to wear to my room. Yeah, that must be it,’ the dark-haired young woman decided. She unbuttoned her sleeve cuffs and then pulled her blouse from her skirt. Renée flushed knowing her bra, that was now completely visible beneath her opened blouse, was of the flimsy lacy variety hiding very little of the charms of her bountiful breasts, but she hadn’t any choice that morning as the underwear that she usually wore on duty was still in the laundry. Renée removed her uniform blouse and Betty said harshly, “Place it on my desk.” Hardly daring to raise her eyes to look at the older woman while she did as ordered, Renée was stunned to observe Betty gazing back at her with an obvious malicious smile. ‘Why, she’s getting off on my degradation,’ Renée thought indignantly. ‘What did I ever do to deserve this?’ Renée lay the uniform blouse on the desk in front of her. Renée’s hands were trembling which caused it to be difficult to unclasp her skirt. She finally accomplished this and then pulled the side zipper down. Renée felt herself reddening with embarrassment and shame as she lowered her skirt to the floor and then stepped out of it. She realized her panties were no more than a transparent thong through which her entire pubic area could be clearly seen. Renée quickly lay her skirt on top of the blouse and turned to leave again. She realized it would be horribly embarrassing once she reached the corridor but maybe some passing student or instructor might take pity on her and help her acquire some sort of apparel. At all costs, Renée just desired to flee the office and the malevolent gaze of Betty. Renée hadn’t even taken one step when she heard Betty order, “Your shoes too, Renée.” ‘Okay, this has gone far enough,’ Renée thought angrily as she whirled to confront her superior officer. “Surely you’re not saying that someone might mistake me for a nursing student in my bra and panties?” Renée demanded petulantly. “Just because I’m wearing shoes.” “Renée don’t get snotty with me. You brought all this on yourself,” Betty responded caustically. “Those shoes are hospital issued therefore they are part of your uniform. You are not to leave my office wearing those shoes if you don’t want to be immediately escorted off university property.” “You wouldn’t dare!” Renée snapped flushing again but this time from anger. “Try me,” Betty challenged glaring at the young woman. They stared at each for almost a full minute with neither one looking away or even blinking and then Renée gave her answer by slightly leaning down and pulling her shoes off. She slammed them down on Betty’s desk. “Thank you,” the woman in charge said sarcastically. “You’re not welcome!” Renée retorted while turning away again to leave the office, this time without her shoes. “Uh, Renée .” “What now?!” she screamed and she spun around once more to confront her nemesis. “Renée, you’re the one in trouble and if you don’t want an insubordination charge along with everything else, I’d advise you to check that attitude of yours at the door.” Despite her anger, Renée realized Betty had the power to make that stick and since she didn’t feel as though she wanted to be frog marched by some security to off campus dressed only in her bra and panties, she attempted to appear contrite. “I’m sorry, Ms. Johnson. I was wrong,” she simpered. “That’s better. Now there’s a little matter of you paying a two hundred dollar back bill also,” Betty explained. “Okay,” Renée replied. She had remained highly upset but was attempting this time to keep her composure. “Before I leave I’ll withdraw the two hundred from my nurse’s program account.” “You can’t do that, you’re no longer a nursing student,” Betty explained. Renée was quivering but managed to keep her voice on an even keel when she protested, “It’s my money, surely you can’t keep me from getting to my money.” “No, that’s true,” the older woman agreed, “but according to policy and procedures it will take written permission from Doctor Carson to withdraw money from your nurse’s program account when you’re no longer a nursing student.” “Ok, as soon as I can get dressed I’ll speak with Dr. Carson about it,” Renée presented. “The doctor is away for the day and won’t return until late tomorrow evening.” Betty smiled viciously at her. Renée’s head was spinning; she was so frightened of what was coming next – but Betty wouldn’t dare, would she? “Before I leave today, I’ll borrow the money from one of my friends,” the young woman offered. “I’m sure you could do that,” Ms. Johnson countered, “but you might forget and then where would I be? It’s my responsibility to make certain you pay what you owe before leaving. Why, you might never come back to the university. I don’t want to have to pay your bill for you, that’s for certain.” The black-haired young woman felt as though her blood was running cold in her veins as she struggled to respond in anywhere near a natural voice. “Oh no, Ms. Johnson, I would never do that,” she protested. “I’ll get you the money somehow before I do anything else.” The older woman appeared to consider Renée’s proposition and then apparently relented, “Okay.” Renée visibly relaxed. “But I’m still going to have some collateral until you pay the fine.” “But,” Renée protested, “I don’t have anything else here.” Betty’s answer struck the pretty young woman with complete horror. “You can leave me your bra and panties. I know you’ll come back with the money for those beautiful frilly things.” And she smiled gently at Renée. Renée could suddenly feel her blood pounding in her ears and her heart was racing. She absolutely couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was supposed to strip down stark naked in front of this woman and then do what? However would she get back to her dorm room? “I can’t do that,” Renée almost whispered which was as loud as her voice would go at that particular moment. “Oh, but I’m afraid you’ll have to, Renée. You have no choice, unless you want to be permanently banned from the university.” Betty stared at her with an expression that indicated she would brook no further resistance. With her entire body trembling, Renée leaned forward slightly while reaching behind her with both hands. She unfastened her bra and allowed the straps to slide partially down her arms. Renée then straightened up, blushing wildly, to be in such an embarrassing and humiliating situation – even if it was only in front of another woman. Renée stood with the bra only half off, holding it with her arms in such a way that it still covered most of her large breasts. When Ms. Johnson loudly complained that she needed to hurry, Renée allowed the bra to slide the rest of the way off her arms and she set it on the desk. Renée quickly covered her partial nudity by folding her arms across her front. “Now the panties too, Renée and then you’re free to leave,” Betty grinned. ‘Free to leave?’ Renée thought almost hysterically. ‘Free to wander back to my dorm room totally naked in the middle of the day? I’ll have to leave the university for good after this day. I could never look anyone in the eye again,’ she realized despondently. “Renée,” Betty spoke menacingly, “don’t make me say it again. Take your damn panties off or I’ll rip them off myself. I need to go and you’re holding me up.” To make matters doubly worse, Renée suddenly realized that not only were her breasts swinging unencumbered at the slightest move but her nipples had also grown erect in the chilly air in the office. It would appear to Ms. Johnson that she was becoming sexually excited at stripping in front of her. Renée realized she had no further options left and she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her narrow thong and pushed it down to her feet where she stepped out of them. Renée held them up in front of her vaginal area for a few seconds and then lay them on the top of the rest of her clothing on the woman’s desk. She stood half bent over with one hand held across her ample bosom and the other one attempting to hide her fleshy pussy lips. “Am I free to go now?” Renée asked, the irony heavily evident in her tone. “Wait a minute,” Betty directed while quickly standing and stepping around her desk to in front of the crimson colored Renée whose entire body appeared now to be blushing in complete shame. “Hold your arms down at your sides,” she ordered the teenager who was now feeling totally degraded. When Renée didn’t comply fast enough, the other woman slapped viciously at Renée’s hands until she lowered her arms as directed. “Yes, I see,” Betty commented bending down taking a close look at Renée’s completely shaven pubic area. “That’s very interesting, Renée. I didn’t know you did that, but they’ll be able to see even more of you after you leave here – haha!” ‘Oh my dear God! What am I going to do? She is completely crazy,’ Renée thought desperately. Suddenly Renée squealed aloud as she unbelievably felt Betty poking around within the folds of her labia. “Ms. Johnson!” Renée loudly protested. “Now this is way too much!” “Shut up and spread your legs apart. Since I have this opportunity I need to check you for any inappropriate vaginal discharge or other symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases. You know you young girls can’t be too careful and yet you always think that nothing can happen to you until it’s too late.” Burning with embarrassment, Renée had given up hope of being any more than Betty’s sexual automaton and spread her legs as wide as they would go. “That’s good, Renée,” Betty praised. She proceeded with her probing. Renée winced and stiffened when the older woman thrust a finger up inside of her and moved it around. Noticing that, Betty asked pleasantly, “Did that hurt? Any sign of abnormal pain there?” Renée could no longer speak she was so completely demoralized and dehumanized by everything that had occurred in the last thirty minutes, so she just silently shook her head. “Good,” Betty smiled. Even Renée couldn’t believe it when, on top of everything else, Betty suddenly withdrew her finger and began manipulating the younger woman’s clitoris. “Oooh!” she moaned despite herself. Ms. Johnson looked up kindly in her face. “Did that hurt, Renée?” “No, it didn’t,” she gasped as the older woman had continued working her clit. “Are you sure?” “Yes, yes, I’m fine,” she groaned. Despite feeling completely humiliated, Renée was beginning to feel physically good from Betty’s ministrations. The older woman removed her finger from the younger woman’s clit and moved in for a even closer look at her vaginal area. “Hmm,” she said. “There is something here, but I think it’s just normal sexual discharge from you being excited, Renée. Well, that’s good, you don’t have any diseases that I can see, and you have normal sexual instincts to boot – haha! Well, shall we be on our way?” Betty practically had to physically lead the totally stunned stark naked Renée to the door. Opening the door, The older woman stuck her head out and took a good look around. “Well, the coast looks clear enough,” Betty laughed and then pulled Renée out into the hall with her. Just before closing the door behind her, she made certain to lock her door on the inside. Betty’s office was located at the end of one of the classroom corridors on the second floor of the building. “I would suggest you hurry, because classes will be out soon,” Ms. Johnson explained causing Renée to shudder once again. “I have an appointment, but I’ll be back in my office shortly. Remember to bring me the money and I’ll give you your bra and panties before you leave. Well, Renée, I guess this is it for a couple of weeks,” Betty said while offering her hand. “No hard feelings then, huh? I’m just doing my job.” Despite being furious with Betty and herself for caving so easily, Renée took the proffered hand and shook it. She then watched in full horror of the situation as the other woman strode triumphantly down the corridor. ‘Oh my sweet Jesus, what am I to do? You have to help me,’ Renée silently prayed. ‘This goes beyond all belief, I can’t even believe it myself that it came to this. How did I allow this? Why didn’t I just tell her to piss off? The most perverted, hackneyed, insane writer in the world couldn’t come up with something this hideous and crazy,’ Renée realized. ‘Oh well, nothing to do now but try to get to my room without anybody seeing me.’ Beginning to hurry down the hall in the same direction that Betty had recently traveled, Renée realized terror struck that not being seen would be an impossibility. Those two female students who were sometimes standing and talking at the corner of the corridor before class were there. ‘Just my damn luck, I’m just gonna have to make a run for it,’ she realized. Luckily for her, due to her relatively young age and keeping herself in good shape, Renée was very fleet of foot. She would have to be, she realized, to get out of this. Renée sprinted down the hall up on her toes hoping against hope that the young women wouldn’t notice her until she had passed them on her way to the second floor elevator. She embarrassedly realized that as she raced along her breasts were heaving in all directions and her shaved pubic area was being displayed quite prominently. Damn that Betty for having taken her underwear too! Renée was only halfway down the long corridor when the redhaired young woman happened to glance in her direction. ‘Oh no!’ she thought. ‘I’ll just have to run by as quickly as I can.’ “Uh, correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that Renée running towards us stark naked?” Renée’s Revenge Ch. 01 The other young woman had dark hair and was quite attractive. Glancing up, she too couldn’t believe her own eyes as she observed the rapidly approaching totally nude Renée. “Why yes, it is,” she agreed. “I wonder why she has insisted on not being clothed.” “Possibly because Sid is away, she is now seeking attention,” offered the redhaired student. Neither young woman cared for Renée particularly thinking her to be extremely stuck up. Renée was now almost upon them. She was burning with embarrassment and shame and refused to make eye contact with them. Renée heard one of them say, “Uh, Renée, did you forget something important this morning?” The other one answered for her, “Yeah, like maybe your complete outfit?” Renée squeezed her eyes tight shut as she ran by the young women. She wanted to take no chance on seeing the expressions on their faces at her predicament. She knew she had continued to blush furiously because the heat rising off her face wasn’t all due to her running and she could hear the laughter of the two students floating in the air behind her. Renée turned the corner down the short hallway that led to the elevator and she opened her eyes wanting to make sure she didn’t carelessly collide with someone now that she had skirted those young women. ‘Oh no! Those guys are here! Why now and why me?’ Renée bemoaned. She was of course referring to the two first year medical students who were sometimes situated right outside of the elevator. They automatically stood up from their resting on the floor as they always did when someone approached. Renée cast her eyes to the left so she wouldn’t have to look at them and quickly ran by to stand in front of the elevator. She punched the down button hurriedly and silently prayed the elevator would reach her floor immediately. Renée was just glad for the small favor that she had ran by them and the two young men could now only see her naked backside. She primly pressed her legs together so they could not obtain one glimpse of any part of her body deemed too private for public viewing. Renée could not close off her ears unfortunately as she distinctly heard the card player of the duo exclaim, “Holy shit! Did you see that? Isn’t that Sid’s girlfriend and she’s naked?” The other young man laughed. “She’s more than naked,” he agreed. “She’s mother naked, and I got a good look at her cunt and everything.” Renée had never felt such shame in her entire life and to have to listen to such filth about her body made her ears burn with the degradation of it all. Luckily the elevator bell rang indicating that the elevator had now reached the second floor. Renée scurried on to it, pressed the button for the first floor and then quickly turned her back to the two young men who she realized would certainly be staring at her. Even though her back was now turned to them, she still felt greatly embarrassed knowing they had acquired another look at her full frontal nakedness and this time it was for a longer period of time and she had been standing instead of running. The elevator door closed but Renée could still hear them talking. “Man, did you see that?” the one whose nickname was Doc asked. “She’s freaking beautiful. Sid’s a lucky man. How’d you like that to come home to every night?” “Yeah,” the second one agreed. “If she were my girlfriend, I’d make her stay naked. After all, she must enjoy it or she wouldn’t be running around the campus like that.” Thankfully once the elevator started on its’ downward trip, Renée could no longer hear them. She just prayed that once she arrived on the first floor she could proceed to her room without any other embarrassment. Renée felt as though she had already experienced enough of it to last her a life time. Unluckily for Renée this just wasn’t to be. The elevator door opened and the naked young woman bounded out of the elevator on to the first floor only to be immediately confronted by Professor Knox’s son and daughter who must have been there to meet their mother. They came to a screeching halt directly in front of her and stared at her with bulging eyes and their mouths agape. “Oh no,” Renée moaned. ‘Why me? Why the hell me?’ Renée also just stood and stared in shock, horror, and total abasement. She couldn’t seem to get her legs to work and carry her on her way so she just stood there completely naked in front of the two shocked children. Renée suddenly noticed that the little boy had developed an erection beneath his pants or he was carrying a large pencil in them. ‘Okay, that’s it,’ she thought disgustedly, ‘Now I’m corrupting little children. I’m going back to Betty’s office and wait for her to return and obtain my underwear at least; even if I have to beat her butt.’ Renée turned just in time and started back to the elevator because, coming from somewhere behind her, she heard Sophie’s voice calling out in great alarm. She realized that her friend must have recognized her clothes-less state. ‘Oh no, soon the entire campus will know now that Sophie does,’ Renée thought desolately. The beautifully nude young woman raced to the elevator and stood waiting for it to arrive. She was able to tell from the lights above the door that it was already on its’ way down. Renée hoped no one was going to get off, but by this time she realized you could hope in one hand and shit in the other and the shit one would fill up much quicker. ‘I’m getting loopy,’ she thought bemusedly. Renée suddenly realized that the entire situation connected to her public disgrace and nakedness had become too much for her to deal with rationally and she was beginning to disassociate and slip into shock. Recognizing this was an extremely dangerous time for her to flip out, Renée began to slap anywhere at her body in an effort to return to total reality. She had just began to slap at her breasts when the elevator door opened and she observed with spreading horror and shame that Kell and Irvin stepped off. “What the fu-?” Irvin exclaimed. Kell stopped, stared intensely at the totally naked form of Renée flailing away at her own breasts and then spoke concernedly, “Renée, is something wrong?” Irvin broke into laughter at such a stupid question. “No, Kell,” he sarcastically answered. “What could be wrong? Renée is just running around without any clothes on and hitting her breasts.” Kell smacked Irvin hard on the shoulder as Renée stepped into the still opened elevator and hit the button to go up. Irvin was just complaining to Kell when the door closed and the elevator began its’ upward journey. It was only then that Renée realized she would have to nakedly run the same gauntlet of the two young men and then the two female students. And maybe worse, she suddenly worried with total anxiety, classes might be now out. By force of habit, Renée checked the watch that wasn’t there on her arm. ‘What am I - completely goofy? I’m not wearing my watch, I’m not wearing anything,’ she thought giddily. The elevator reached the second floor much quicker than Renée wanted. She wished there were a staircase down from the third to the second floor so she wouldn’t have to race by the same people again, but there wasn’t any such animal. The doors opened and Renée stood and cringed in total mortification as not only the same young men were present, the corridor was now jammed with students; classes must have let out in the last five minutes. Both young men and women stood staring at her apparently shameless nakedness while Renée stood too stunned to move. She observed the expressions of glee, shock, amazement, disgust, and lust flitting across the students’ faces. “There!” Doc declared, “I told you she was running around with no clothes on. Somebody go get a camera.” ‘Oh my God!’ Renée thought completely horror struck. ‘They’re gonna try and take my picture. I gotta get out of here.’ This anxiety spurred Renée onward even though at this point she realized she was completely doomed unless Betty was currently back in her office. If she wasn’t, Renée would find herself stranded at the other end of the corridor. This time down the corridor, she realized speed would be of no help to her at all and in fact might lead to disaster because she might crash into someone and fall to the floor. Renée didn’t much like the way this crowd was reacting to her nakedness. They appeared to her to be demonstrating some of the signs of a mob and she wouldn’t want to see what might happen if they suddenly had her at their mercy. Renée supposed she could safely duck into Kristen’s classroom because the blonde instructor had probably stayed late as she usually did to talk to students who needed extra instruction, but she would hate to have to abase herself so to Kristen. She realized Kristen had never really warmed up to her; probably because of her continuing romantic feelings toward Sid. This time down the hallway Renée concentrated more on keeping one arm down across her breasts and one hand over her crotch. Of course this meant that she could not longer sprint but sort of run along slowly while waddling if she were to keep her private areas more or less covered, but Renée felt as though she had no choice at this point. There was just too many people present to witness her degradation from the hands of Betty if she were to sprint. She was certain if Betty could see her now she would be delighted. ‘What did I ever do to her?’ Renée again wondered. Renée began scuttling like a crab down the hallway and when she turned the corner she heard those same two girls making snide remarks about her. Again she refused to give them any satisfaction by acknowledging them in any way and she looked away from them as she started down the last hallway. Renée heard one of them exclaim, “Look! She’s back and she’s still not dressed. Do you think she’s in some kind of training program for something?” “Yes, I do,” the other one snickered. “The sexual olympics, I think.” “Alright!” the first young woman shouted out sarcastically. “Hey Renée, fuck some guys for me, you naked slutpuppy!” Both of the female students laughed uproarishly. Renée’s first tendency when she heard such foul language being applied to her was to remove her hands from where they were providing some modicum of modesty and cover her ears. Her second thought was pure rage. ‘Ooh!’ she thought, ‘If I get out of this, those two bitches are dogmeat.’ Renée finally ended up at Betty’s office door. Renée’s Revenge Ch. 02 Trying the door she was amazed to observe it push open. Renée quickly stepped in and said, “Ms. Johnson?” She realized Betty was not there presently. Apparently the older woman hadn’t shut her office door properly. This was the first thing that had gone Renée’s way in the last hour and a half. She decided to see if she could keep her winning streak going and quickly searched the office for any of her clothes, but discovered nothing to wear at all. Renée realized with a sinking heart that after she left, Betty must have come back to the office and taken all of her clothes with her. Renée helplessly began to go through all of Betty’s huge drawers in her desk searching for anything to wear. She opened the bottom right drawer and spotted her own personnel file immediately. Renée set her file on the woman’s desk and then sat down on her chair to look through her file on a more leisurely basis. The cold emanating from the chair brutally reminded the poor young woman that she was still stark naked as she looked through the file. ‘Maybe I can use some of this paper to cover something,’ she thought sardonically. Several minutes later after looking through the entire file, Renée realized at last that the whole thing had been a complete hoax. There was absolutely no mention of a decision being reached by Doctor Carson, Betty or anyone else concerning her breaking protocol. Two hours too late, Renée finally realized Betty had chosen this day because of the absence of Doctor Carson. ‘I’d bet my enrollment fee for the next year that she never would have let me leave the university. My uniform is probably down in my room with a note saying it was all a mistake or something. Why that rotten bitch!’ Renée closed her file and placed it under the desk where it would not be readily seen by Betty. She proceeded to go through the rest of the contents of the drawer. Pulling out a number of older forms no longer used, she saw a stack of large glossies. ‘What are these?’ she wondered while pulling them up together and setting the pile on the desk. Renée felt the blood rushing to her face in embarrassment when she took a closer look and saw they were hard core pictures of people having sex. ‘Sweet Jesus! Betty has porno!’ she thought thoroughly scandalized. ‘This is disgusting. People allowing themselves to be photographed while participating in the most private of activities in all of life – sharing your love in a physical way!’ Despite her mental protestations, tingling in her most private of areas was pulling her to take a closer look and when she did, Renée exclaimed aloud, “Oh my God! It’s President Cramer!” President Cramer was the President of the university. ‘And who’s that with him? Aha! Got you, you bitch!’ Renée set the pile on the corner of the desk nearer to her and then sat back in Betty’s chair waiting for her to return. Finally the door opened and the older woman entered her office. She gasped in surprise at observing Renée sitting at her desk like she owned the place and she angrily asked, “Renée, what the hell are you doing in here? Go down to your room and get ready to leave.” Renée slowly stood up no longer caring to hide any more of her total nudity and responded in a steely voice, “No, I don’t think so, Betty.” “What did you say?” “I said, no I -.” Renée began “I heard what you said,” Betty interrupted. “I want to know what the fuck you think you’re doing?” she snapped angrily. “I’m doing these,” said Renée smugly and then picked up the pile of glossies and waved them at her supervisor. When Betty realized what Renée was holding in her hand it was her turn to blush furiously. She had seduced President Cramer one time and set up an hidden camera to provide the pictures for posterity. She had threatened him with them to secure a most profitable raise and a very secure job position. She had never planned for anyone else to ever see them, and now Renée had – that little tramp had seen a closeup of her having grossout sex with a fat middleaged man. “Give me those!” Betty demanded making a sudden move toward her. Renée danced away to the far corner. “No way, no how,” she laughed. “And I imagine Emma would enjoy seeing these.” Betty blanched at the threat. “Oh God, don’t kid around like that. She might kill us.” Emma was the President’s wife of long standing. “Who’s kidding?” “Okay,” Betty replied attempting to keep her currently runaway emotions under control. “What do you want?” “Clothes.” “I’ll go get some from your room and then we’ll be square,” offered the older woman. “No,” Renée explained in a sudden determined voice. “I want your clothes.” “No way!” Betty howled. Renée slightly waved the pile of pictures at her and then picked up the telephone on the desk. “What’s Emma’s number?” she asked. Ms. Johnson suddenly realized she had no choice. Somehow the tables had been turned on her. She attempted a compromise by removing her blouse and handing it to Renée. “This is enough isn’t it to get someone through to their room?” “I want you stripped just like you stripped me,” Renée demanded. “No Renée, more the fool you for stripping in front of me just because I told you to. Any moron would understand that I’m not allowed to give an order which would cause them to break a law and obviously nudity in public is against the law. So I’m not gonna do it. Do whatever you will,” Betty airily answered. She just didn’t think . Renée had the grit to follow through on her threat. Renée smiled at her, picked up the telephone and hit the speed dial which caused the older woman considerable anxiety because she rightfully assumed Renée had had time to study her speed dial and had actually called someone. “Hello Mrs. Cramer? How are you?” Renée asked. “Hmmm? No, that’s not really true. Betty was just having me run a test, you know, a test to see how people would react, etc. Oh, sure, she’s right here and wants to talk to you anyway. Something she’s done or something – I’m not quite sure.” Renée thrust the phone at the surprised Betty. The older woman held it up to her ear and listened intently but she didn’t hear anything. She smiled evilly at Renée as if to say – ‘You ass, I knew no one was here’ when suddenly she heard Emma’s voice explode; “Betty? Are you there? I don’t have all day for this nonsense. Tell me why I have heard reports of Renée ‘streaking’ through the nursing building.” As Ms. Johnson attempted to stammer out a surprised answer, it was Renée’s turn to smile evilly in return. Finally Betty was able to conclude the conversation and said good bye, but only after re-emphasizing to the university President’s wife that Renée had been running a series of psychological tests on the inhabitants of the nursing building with her odd behavior. “Well?” Renée asked. “Well, what?” Betty asked in an attempt to ignore the inevitable. “Well, I could have told her right then, but I didn’t. Instead, I chose to save both our butts for the time being, now STRIP!” Renée shouted at the stunned woman. With her mind whirling of the possibilities and different outcomes of machinations she might attempt, Betty bowed to the unavoidable and pulled off her skirt, having previously removed her blouse. She decided within herself she would attempt to handle this much better than Renée had. When Betty held the uniform skirt out to the younger woman, Renée ordered her to lay it on the desk on top of the blouse. “Now take off the rest of it too,” Renée ordered brusquely. “Aww why Rinoa? You’ve got something to wear,” Betty whined immediately forgetting her resolution to handle the situation better. “You made me take everything off, now I’m making you or shall I call Emma Cramer and tell her I have some pictures she might enjoy glancing through?” Renée again waggled the glossies at the female nursing supervisor. Betty sighed and a half minute later she stood before the young woman self consciously completely nude except for her shoes. She was well aware that her body didn’t look as good as Renée’s and she was attempting to suck in her gut in an effort to enhance her naked appearance just a tad. “Shoes too,” Renée sneered at the newly naked woman. A second later Betty had placed her shoes on the ever increasing pile of clothing on top of her desk. Renée fell onto the clothes like a pack of starving wild animals would fall on a prey and a minute later she was appareled in public for the first time in over two hours. Despite her best intentions, Betty discovered herself blushing with great embarrassment over being reduced to standing stark naked in her own office by a far younger subordinate and she just wished Renée would now return to her the pictures and leave so Betty could call someone and have them bring her something to wear. God! The rumors that was gonna start out of this! Renée set the pictures down on the corner of the desk on the side furthest from Betty. She then sashayed around the desk until she was standing directly in front of the nude woman. The superiority that the clothed teenage girl was now feeling over the naked woman was coming off her in emotional waves that was felt by Betty, who suddenly felt even more vulnerable to be standing there wearing nothing. “Now you made me strip off everything I was wearing,” Renée began, “but you haven’t done the same, have you?” Betty grew frightened and wasn’t sure why. She ‘had’ already taken off everything unless Renée now wanted some skin! “I - I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered. “Oh, I think you do, or you wouldn’t be acting so frightened,” Renée countered. “What’s this for instance?” the teenager asked while pointing at what appeared to be a thread hanging down from Betty’s vagina. ‘Oh no! She wouldn’t do that, would she?’ Betty thought completely struck with horror. Renée suddenly reached down and yanked at the thread and pulled the tampon from Betty’s vaginal opening. It was quickly followed by a veritable flood of her menstrual effluence. “Ooh eee,” Renée complained holding her nose. “You better see a doctor about that. You’re gonna smell up your entire office.” Betty stood in complete abasement and degradation. She had never felt such shame in her entire life to be standing there before Renée stark naked against her own wishes with her female lifeblood flowing down her leg onto the floor of her office. “Can I have the pictures back now?” she asked in a tremulous voice. “Not yet, I need you to do something else,” Renée responded harshly. “Take the phone and make an announcement over the intercom concerning the test that was being run to discover how they would react when I ran through the building without any clothes on and that they failed. Also tell them that I bravely volunteered for the test and that the more they speak of it at this time, the worse grade they will receive.” “Then I can have the pictures?” Betty whined. “We’ll see,” Renée smirked at her. While the nursing supervisor made the announcement just as she was instructed by Renée, Renée stood and looked Betty over closely. She spitefully noticed Betty’s breasts had already begun to sag and her waist had thickened some, even in the short time Renée had known her. Renée giggled to herself realizing that this fact was causing Betty even more embarrassment at totally baring her body. When Betty finished she hung up her connection with the intercom and attempted to hand the telephone back to Renée, who explained, “Now I want you to call Fred from class and ask him to deliver a can of shaving cream and a safety razor to your office.” Betty looked at Rinoa completely perplexed as to what new punishment might be awaiting her at the hands of the sadistic young woman standing before her, but she did as directed. Now taking the phone from the woman’s hands, Renée ordered her to sit up on her desk. “You told me I could get the pictures back now.” Betty was almost crying now in her desperation to stop this hideous nightmare that just seemed to go on and on and on. ‘Got you, you old cow!’ Renée thought as she smiled at the older woman. ‘You’re the one who started all of this! Now I’m gonna finish it.’ “Sit up on the damn desk!” Renée snarled. Betty become frightened that Renée might begin taking advantage of her clothes-less condition and thrash her, so she immediately sat up on the desk as ordered. “Spread your legs as wide as they can go,” Renée ordered. Blushing furiously and feeling completely debased as a human being, the older woman did as directed. She understood fully well by this time that she had brought this on herself. She had only meant to teach Renée a little lesson, but the entire interview with the nursing student had quickly grown out of hand because of the pathetic way that Renée had been handling it angered Betty. Now look at what it had led to! “Now look at all this you have stuck down there on your hair, you naughty girl,” Renée said briskly. “We must do something about this immediately.” Betty squirmed slightly in her total shame at fully exposing her sexual organs to the ministrations of her subordinate. “Now you quit moving,” Renée complained while lightly slapping her on her opened vaginal area. “Ow!” Betty screeched. “Oh come on, miss, I barely touched you,” Renée declared prissily. “Maybe you’re so sensitive down there because you haven’t had anything in there except for President Cramer’s penis – haha! Tell me – how big is that anyway, Betty? About three inches? Probably big enough to satisfy you though, huh?” Betty blushed completely to hear her sex life which she discussed with no one, not even her close friend, Kristen, talked about in such a manner. Even Betty, after all that happened on that day, couldn’t believe what she observed next. Renée pulled out a pair of scissors from her pocket and began to clip away at Betty’s overgrown black pubic patch. “Renée!” she complained. “Shush, you don’t want to startle me when I have scissors down here, do you?” As if to prove her point, Renée lightly stuck the other woman with the pointed end of the scissors inside the folds of her labia. Betty shuddered, but gritted her teeth and didn’t complain. She suddenly realized what a dangerous situation she was in. Renée appeared quite accomplished in this area and by the time a knock came upon the door indicating that Fred had arrived, Renée had cut away a great deal of the pubic hair. Renée called out instructing whoever was outside the door to enter. Betty sat in total mortification and shame knowing at this point it was useless to complain about anything that was happening. Renée was now in complete charge. ‘How did this happen to me and so quickly?’ the poor woman wondered. Fred opened the door and entered the office completely perplexed as to why Ms. Johnson had instructed him of all people to bring her a can of shaving cream and a razor. She hardly even acted as though she knew he existed, even with all that time she spent with him in her office. Fred, besides being a nursing student, also filled in as Betty’s clerk. Hour upon hour would pass in Betty’s office without her saying a word to him. Closing the door behind him, Fred stood and gaped at the nude figure of Betty sitting on her desk with her sexual organs wide open before him. He immediately felt his penis stiffening within his pants until it was sticking straight out. This was better than anything he had ever seen, certainly better than the porno magazines he was constantly perusing. He suddenly noticed Renée when she called out to him to come up to the desk. He saw she appeared to be wearing Betty’s nursing supervisor uniform and wondered what was going on now. Of course even in class he had heard all the rumors of Renée running nakedly amuck through the building and then Betty’s explanation of it, but he still felt as though he was missing something important. ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘Mine is not to reason why.’ Fred stepped up to the desk and listened totally incredulous as Renée explained to him that she wanted him to shave Betty’s pubic area and that for every time he cut her he would have to remove a piece of clothing. “You’d better stay stock still,” Renée warned the quivering older woman, “if you don’t want to end up with your vagina in ribbons.” Renée had even amazed herself at how quickly she had grown into a complete sadist. She realized it must have been lurking quite near the surface of her personality. A few minutes later, Betty’s vaginal area was completely shaven although she had a half dozen tiny nicks leaking blood and Fred was standing totally naked, a huge erection standing out before him. Even Renée was blushing by this time. After all she wasn’t used to standing in daytime offices and staring at erections of young men she hardly knew, but she did discover herself to be strangely fascinated by it and drawn to it. In fact Fred’s erection had caused the last part of the shaving to be difficult because he kept poking Betty with it in different areas as he struggled to get close enough to finish the shaving. Renée ran her hand over the newly shaved area making the older woman wince but she steeled herself to remain completely still. “Nice job, Fred,” praised Renée, attempting to keep her gaze on his face as she spoke but not being completely successful as she found herself taking quick peeks at his continuing erection. “As your reward,” Renée continued, “would you like to have sex with Ms. Johnson?” “Sure!” he exclaimed happily. “No!” Betty screamed. “I can’t, Renée. I’m having my period.” “”Let me ask Fred how he feels,” the younger woman announced. “How about it, do you mind having sex with Betty even though she is presently having a period?” Fred happily answered he didn’t mind in the least. Betty kept answering in the negative until Renée reminded her she could call Mrs. Cramer anytime she wanted and then go show her the pictures. Betty finally realized she had turned over her complete life to the hands of Renée for the time being and she had nothing more to say about it. When Fred first pushed the head of his large penis into the completely open vagina of Betty who still sat on the edge of her desk, Renée looked on interested as she had never watched anyone else have sex in her life except for those pictures of President Cramer and Betty. But as soon as he began thrusting into her over and over, Renée had never felt so disgusted for watching something as private as two people experiencing sex. She turned her head away and hoped that this was over quickly. Renée had some other items on her afternoon agenda she was in a hurry to get to. Betty began moaning loudly alarming Renée no end and just as she was going to inquire if she were okay, Betty began saying over and over, “Oh fuck, fuck me, oh fuck me, harder, harder, Fred, oh Fred, God!” Renée again felt her face heat up with the flush of her embarrassment just from being in the same room as they and listening to that as well as experiencing extreme tingling in her nether regions again. In fact, she felt faint and she had to reach out and catch her balance on the corner of the desk. Renée realized it wouldn’t do to pass out now after all this because it would leave Betty back in control. When Renée reached for the desk she inadvertently turned her head and was looking directly at the sexually cavorting couple as they both experienced their orgasms. Fred had arched his back in a way that reminded Renée of a death spasm and his face appeared paralyzed in some hideous fashion as he thrusted into her again and again as a wild animal might. She stood completely spellbound and was unable to look away. When they had finished climaxing, Fred pulled his massive cock out of Betty’s dripping labia and turned and faced Renée, cum was still leaking from the large hole in the head of his penis and also flowing down Betty’s inner thigh. Both he and Betty were covered from just below their breasts to their sexual organs with her menstrual effluence. Renée’s Revenge Ch. 02 Renée again felt faint and thought, ‘Oh how gross!’. Fred grinned at her and said, “Thanks a lot, Renée.” “Get out of my sight, you slime,” Renée snarled. “But, but -.” “You heard me, take your damn clothes and leave, before I do something to you too.” Fred scooped up his uniform and literally ran out into the hallway. Betty sat completely bemused, her eyes glazed, and endorphins flooding her body. She hadn’t felt this good in a quite a while, maybe never. She realized she needed to reevaluate her relationship with Fred while in her office with him. She had just learned there were other things they could be doing that would be more fun than just ignoring each other for hours on end. The older woman felt so good she didn’t notice that Renée was preparing to leave until she was standing at the door. She noticed with growing terror that Renée was holding the pictures, her cell and office phone in her hands. “Renée!” she cried out. “Where are you going?” “I have some special errands in the Garden, Betty. Thank you for such a lovely day, Betty,” replied bitingly. “You said you’d give me the pictures back,” the other woman said plaintively. “I changed my mind,” Renée said simply and then smiled smugly at the female supervisor. “I think it will be better for me if I keep them. That way I know I’m safe from any revenge from you.” “Please, Renée, then leave me a phone, so I can get someone to bring some clothes,” Betty pleaded. “Oh sure, Ms. Johnson, the same way you did me, huh? Here, I’ll tell you what I’ll do – you can walk along with me to your room if you want.” Betty shuddered at the thought of walking through the campus totally nude in the late afternoon when everyone would be getting out of classes or waiting for evening classes to begin. “No thanks,” she gasped. “I’ll wait ‘til later.” ‘Til much later,’ she thought. “Okay, suit yourself. Remember, I offered,” Renée responded while smiling winsomely leaving Betty wondering apprehensively what that meant. The dark-haired younger woman stepped out in the corridor and observed three male upperclassmen who explained they were waiting because they had late afternoon appointments with Ms. Johnson. Renée bade them enter together, but to understand that that the nursing supervisor had been under a great deal of strain and was behaving in an irrational manner. No matter what she told them, they should ignore her and wait in there until one of the doctors and some of the interns showed up. “Do you understand?” Renée asked one more time before opening the door for them. “Yes ma’am,” the three of them echoed each other. “Alright, then. Good luck and remember, no matter how much she threatens you, ignore her. Her very life depends on it.” The three male students entered the woman’s office and even through the closed door Betty sounded loud as she exclaimed, “What the hell are you doing here? Get out, you cretins!” Renée smiled as she stepped lively down the corridor because she observed the two young women were still there. As she approached them smiling incongruously to throw them off their guard, the young woman with the reddish-brown hair explained, “We’re so sorry, Renée. We had no idea.” Renée stepped up to them. “No idea of what?” she wondered. “Did you ever stop to think that I could have been being chased by a rapist for instance and was in the need of help?” The first young woman lowered her head and stared at the floor. “We’re really sorry,” she repeated again. “Please don’t tell Ms. Johnson, we’ll never graduate.” The second one, the black-haired attractive young woman noticed the student supervisor’s uniform and apparently didn’t have a brain in her head as she asked, “Renée, does this mean you were promoted to Ms. Johnson’s position because of your participation in the test?” Renée grinned wolfishly at them and responded, “Yeah, and no more with this Renée stuff. You call me Supervisor and stand at attention when I talk to you!” Both young women snapped to attention while Renée strode around them. Stopping in front of the reddish brown-haired woman, Renée asked, “What’s your name?” “Shana,” was the answer. “And you’re the one who called me a naked slutpuppy?” “……..” “I can’t hear you!” Renée screamed in the student’s face. “Yes, I’m the one,” she sobbed, tears beginning to roll down her face. “Please don’t tell Ms. Johnson.” Ignoring her request, Renée now turned to the second one. “And you’re the one who said that I must be in training for the sexual olympics?” “Yes,” the student answered, her voice cracking. She appeared as though she would begin to cry any second herself. “And you are?” Renée questioned. “Andrea.” “Ok, thank you,” the would be new would be student supervisor replied and turned away to walk to the elevator. “Renée, I mean Supervisor, wait, please,” Shana pleaded. “What are you going to tell Ms. Johnson about us when you make your report?” “What would you suppose I’m going to tell her? I will tell her the truth.” “Oh, please,” Andrea beseeched. “Give us another chance, we’ll do anything won’t we, Shana?” “Yes, yes, we will,” Shana reaffirmed her friend’s statement. “Okay, I’ll give you another chance, but you have to agree to do whatever I say,” Renée smiled at them. “We will,” both young women agreed. “Fine,” Renée agreed while both Shana and Andrea breathed a large sigh of relief. “Take off your student nursing uniforms.” Andrea screeched “What?!” while Shana said, “Okay,” but started to walk away. “Where are you going Shana?” Renée demanded sharply. Confusion written all over her pretty features, she answered, “To my room to take off my uniform and give it to you.” “That’s not what I meant, Shana,” Renée explained. “I meant to take off your uniform right here, right now.” As the full implications of what Renée meant hit Shana, her look of confusion was replaced by one of horror. “I’m not going to do it,” Andrea asserted. “Me either,” chimed in Shana. “Fine, you don’t have to,” Renée explained, “but after my report to Ms. Johnson concerning your behavior today you two will never be made nurses.” Those ominous words seem to linger in the air and then re-echo over and over. “Yes, we said some horrible things to you, but why do you want us to take off our uniforms?” asked Shana. “I’m a firm believer in the punishment should fit the crime. Your crime was thinking it was funny that I was made to take off my uniform and not asking me if you could help me so your punishment should be having to do the same thing so you learn what it feels like. I sincerely believe it will help you grow as individuals and will be important in your progress to maturity.” “How long would we have to keep them off?” Andrea inquired. “Not that long,” Renée answered evasively. Andrea looked at Shana and then said, “Okay, we’ll do it.” That having been said, the young women stood silent for over a minute before Renée wondered, “Well?” Shana explained, “Well, we want to but it’s just so hard to begin taking our uniforms off in public like this.” “I understand,” Renée said sympathetically. “I have a suggestion, I could help you take them off.” “Okay,” Andrea agreed. That was all Renée needed to hear. Setting the photos and two phones down for a second she became a whirlwind tearing and pulling and in less than one minute she had totally stripped both girls naked except for their shoes. Renée decided they could keep them because they wouldn’t be doing any running anyway. There were only a few male students standing around the second floor hallway but as soon as they noticed the two young women standing stark naked and crying and carrying on, they were drawn to them like moths to a flame. “Renée!” Andrea sobbed, “You said just our uniforms, not everything.” Both young women were crouched trying hard to hide their sexual organs, both primary and secondary, from the prying gazes of the young males clustered around them. Renée shouted, “Andrea! Shana! Stand up straight with your arms at your side if you ever want to graduate as nurses. I can promise you if you don’t do what I tell you, by the end of the week you will be asked to leave the university. Now stand up!” Very reluctantly with tears running down their faces and both young women feeling totally embarrassed and degraded to be made to stand nude in the hallway of the nursing building late in the afternoon before a number of young men, they did as directed and stood straight up and placed their arms by their sides. Renée noted their physical attributes closely. This was actually the first time she had been given an opportunity to observe their naked bodies because they had immediately fallen into a crouch. Andrea appeared to have the better formed, more mature, body and a larger breast size. Shana looked cute also, but in more of a little girl way still and her budding breasts and red-haired crotch were adorable. “I will answer your unfair accusation with a question,” Renée spoke to Andrea. “What was I was wearing when I came running through here earlier?” Andrea shook her head, “Nothing,” she whispered. “That’s right, I was wearing nothing. Now what kind of a lesson would you be learning if I didn’t make you go through the same thing.” “But Renée,” Shana complained through her tears, “you’ve ruined our clothes. How are we ever going to get back to our rooms?” “I’ll take you,” Renée volunteered. “You will?” Andrea asked with surprise in her voice. “Sure,” Renée answered, “but there’s conditions.” Renée could almost hear Andrea and Shana say, ‘Oh God! Now what?’ from the expression on their faces. “You stand up straight and do exactly as I say. When we get downstairs there will be a lot of people around. You are to act as if nothing is wrong. You are not to answer any questions concerning your public nudity or respond to any taunting,” Renée ordered. After agreeing, Renée and the two nude students entered the elevator and started on their downwards trip to the first floor – Renée would not allow any of the young men to enter the lift much to their disappointment. Andrea suddenly realized that she and her friend were much more fortunate than Renée had been. Yes, she did feel hideously ashamed of being naked like this in public but she felt a certain kinship with Renée. Andrea realized that Renée was actually looking out for them and offering them a good way to handle the whole situation. Andrea whispered as much to Shana and Shana agreed. Renée, observing how relaxed Andrea and Shana appeared as they stood beside her, smiled to herself and thought, ‘I’ve got these mean spirited little bitches just where I want them!’ It was a good thing that the two naked students felt that way because as soon as the elevator opened and they all walked outside to the main campus all hell broke loose. There were over five hundred students and various professors and instructors who had just been released from classes and there wasn’t one person that missed the opportunity to observe the two nude young women standing beside Renée. Of course all the male students began to rush over to them. Renée told her young naked charges to keep moving. They almost got separated from Renée twice in the crowd and both times Andrea and Shana felt completely abandoned in a sea of young men. Both of them would suddenly just be totally overwhelmed with emotions of degradation and shame and couldn’t take another step until Renée returned. Each time they were totally petrified that she wouldn’t come back to rescue them. Renée continued to lead the two naked young women around the fountain, gleefully realizing that each time she left them behind on purpose they were further decompensating and beginning to lose touch with reality; much the same way that she did one time, but they weren’t near strong enough to deal with it on their own. Renée had no doubt that when she did finally desert them and leave them out on their own, naked and forlorn, in the middle of that crowd they would finally be unable to move at all and would end up being transported naked to the Mental Health Unit in the university hospital. Finally espying who she had been seeking the entire time, Renée called out to Samuel. When he turned and saw Renée standing beside the two pretty young women who were also totally nude his curiosity was more than piqued and he didn’t waste any time arriving at their side. Renée made a large production out of introducing them to Samuel who enjoyed himself immensely at the young women’s expense which Renée had been hoping he would. She even made the students curtsey and being stark naked it was more than slightly obscene. Renée informed Samuel that he was wanted in Betty’s office with his camera but first to come back here after getting it from his room. Samuel was quick to tumble to a good thing and was back licketedy-split with his camera. He snapped off a number of pictures of the girls for common distribution around the university and also on the internet. When Renée let Andrea and Shana know just what was going to happen with the pictures they began wailing at the top of their lungs. It was then that Samuel went off on his mission to Xu’s office and Renée just walked away from the hysterical naked young sobbing women. ‘I guess they won’t be calling me slutpuppy anymore,’ Rinoa thought. Mwahaha! The End?