Clandestine Control: Glory's Hole
mc; g; bg; mast; preg
Glory Rossi entered her bedroom in a sour mood. It was Friday night and past her normal bedtime, but she’d been out with her parents to see a movie, a movie that she didn’t really want to see, especially since she’d had plans to spend the night at Katelyn’s house. But her oh-so-wise parents had decided that it should be a family night and she’d just have to visit her friend some other time. So what if she and Katelyn had only come up with the idea for a sleepover that afternoon at school? So what if her parents had told her about their dinner and movie family night more that a week ago? That was a long time and she had forgotten, so it shouldn’t count!
Glory flopped into the chair in front of her vanity and pulled out her phone. She unlocked it and pulled up her text conversation with Katelyn. back from the stupid movie. wanna talk? she sent.
Almost immediately the reply came. can’t. in bed. talk tmro.
She tossed her phone down in disgust. She didn’t want to wait to talk until tomorrow. They should be gossiping and giggling in the dark in Katelyn’s room right now!
She growled and ran her fingers through her blonde hair in frustration. It was then that she caught something reflected in the mirror on her vanity. She turned to look at the object on her bed only to find that it was actually two things. The first was a small, transparent bottle with some kind of clear liquid in it. The other was... well... she’d heard of dildos before, and was vaguely aware of what they were, but this was her fist time seeing one. It was flesh colored—a sort of peachy shade, a little too orange to look real—and was about eleven inches long in total, including the base portion. It was molded to look like a man’s penis, with a flaring head and veins that traced around the shaft. The base part was made to look like a mans sack—what was it called? A scrottem or something?—and, directly opposite the shaft part, was a large, soft suction cup.
She couldn’t seem to stop herself from picking the two items up and examining them. The dildo was heavier than it looked and was also softer than she expected. The bottle bore a purple label that said it was called “Silk - Natural Feel” and was a water based lubricant. But what were these things doing on her bed? Who put them there?
Her first inclination was to blame Rosa, the housekeeper. She’d never liked Rosa and was forever trying to get the woman fired, not that she’d ever been even close to successful. For some reason, her parents seemed to think Rosa was a saint. No way in hell was that woman a saint. There was something about her that Glory didn’t like. She was always too cheerful and eager to please. It got under Glory’s skin. Blaming the woman for leaving something so obscene on her bed would surely get her fired. Glory grinned in triumph and, still holding the dildo and lube, she headed straight for her parents.
Except her door wouldn’t open. No matter how hard she tried, or which way she turned the knob, the door simply wouldn’t budge. In frustration, she hit the door as hard as she could, which, to her shock, wasn’t even hard enough to make a noise. It was as if, for that one moment, all the strength left her body.
What the hell was going on? Strange things showing up on her bed, and now she was trapped in her room? Glory spied her phone, still sitting on her vanity. She ran over and scooped it up and unlocked it... or at least, she tried to. She knew she had entered the correct code, but her phone just wouldn’t let her in. To make matters worse, after she’d tried a few more times, a message appeared on the screen saying “iPhone is Disabled.” Glory tossed the phone in anger and, with a sickening crack, the screen broke! Her anger momentarily forgotten, she dove for it and picked it up and tried to turn the screen on. Nothing. Her phone was beyond hope, it seemed.
At first, Glory wanted to cry. But then she determined that this was just something else she could blame on Rosa. That woman would be out of there by the start of next week! And her parents would get her a new phone to replace her broken one, so, no big loss.
Satisfied, Glory decided to simply take a shower and go to bed. In no time, she had stripped naked, piling her dirty clothes nowhere near her clothes hamper. Rosa would have to pick them up tomorrow when she cleaned—a final indignity before she was tossed out on her ass.
Glory picked up the lube and dildo and walked to her private bathroom. She sat them next to the sink, then she started the shower and brushed her teeth. Once the shower water was just the right temperature, she took the dildo and lube and stepped under the spray. Looking at her hands, she wondered why she’d brought the two things in her shower with her. Deciding it wasn’t important, Glory took the dildo and wet the suction cup before pressing it firmly to the tile wall at about waist height. She then squirted some of the lube onto it and rubbed it around with her hand. She placed the lube bottle in the rack with her various hair products.
She looked back at the thing stuck to her shower wall and wondered again what was going on—why had she put a bunch of that lube on the dildo? But before Glory could do more than pose the question in her mind, she turned her back to it, bent at the waist and backed up till it bumped against her ass. Wishing she could somehow get control of her own actions back but unable to do so, her hand reached back and adjusted the shaft slightly so that the tip of it was nuzzled into the entrance of her virgin pussy. Then her body leaned back, pressing up against its bulbous head with her young sex. More and more firmly her sex pressed backwards, and the unrelenting rubber cock, backed by the immovable wall, pressed more and more insistently at her nether lips until there was an almost audible pop and it was suddenly inside her.
Glory bit her lip at the feeling of being stretched. It was only a couple of inches past her entrance, but she’d never had more than the tip of her finger in there before. She had only a second or two to hope that her ordeal was over before her hips moved again. They shifted her forward by the barest amount and then pressed backwards once more, driving the shaft deeper into her immature channel. Fortunately, the liberal application of lube made the invading shaft slippery, but the size of the cock stretched her delicate tissues to the limit.
Glory had no time to try to think of a way to escape her predicament. Her hips moved forward again and then forced her more insistently back, sinking the dildo more than half way into her preteen hole. Again she shifted forward and then thrust back. Forward and back. Deeper and deeper, until she felt the fake balls pressing up against her obscenely stretched pussy lips.
The cock felt enormous. She would have sworn that someone had shoved a telephone pole up her twat had she not actually seen the size of the thing. But, at the same time, the feeling of being so filled stirred something within her. Something deep and primal. She felt a longing, a kind of yearning that she’d never felt in her life. She had barely become aware of this new feeling when her hips moved again.
This time, her hips didn’t just slip forward a bit, they moved nearly the full length of the shaft, stopping when only the head of the thing still split her little pussy. Then they shoved all the way back.
Forward and back. Forward and back, she was moved on the invader, rhythmically building up friction and pressure. And pleasure.
And the yearning grew—new feelings of desire and sensual heat grew within her, and slowly a part of Glory began to fear that whatever was making her do this thing might stop. While at the same time, she feared it as well, just as she feared what was happening to her. Those same sensations, which were so similar to what she’d experienced with her own hands—experimenting under the covers at night and even sometimes in that very shower—felt as though they might overwhelm her. They were so much more powerful and more insistent that they frightened her. And they were increasing and swelling with every thrust back on that rubber rod.
Harder and harder, her hips drove. And faster and faster, until all thoughts of anything other than the shaft drilling into her were driven from her mind. The pleasure increased and the yearning grew and folded over on itself and split and rejoined and tied itself in knots.
And then it burst and Glory’s first orgasm slammed into her like a runaway freight train. A wave of pleasure flowed up and down her body, radiating out from her penetrated sex to the tips of her toes and the ends of her hair. Her young, inexperienced cunt muscles twitched and throbbed and pulsed in rhythmic sympathy with those sensations.
Yet her hips didn’t stop moving. The continued friction and pressure inside her prolonged her climax, drawing it out to its utter limits. Finally, the orgasm ebbed and the pleasure died down. And still Glory’s hips moved. Her knees wanted to buckle from a mixture of the strain of fucking herself and the feeling that they’d turned to jelly, but they wouldn’t let her fall off the cock. She blindly reached out and braced her hands on the back wall of the shower and the glass door, trying to keep herself steady through the non-stop sex.
And the pleasure was building again, faster this time. Glory had less than two dozen strokes of the cock inside her to prepare herself for the onslaught of her next peak. It impacted her with a force equal that of her first. A few more thrusts back on the dildo, as her climax swirled and flowed, and whatever controlled her hips released her. She dropped forward—a marionette with its strings cut—and fell on her knees. She pitched to the side and ended up in a fetal position on the floor of her shower, with her hands cupped over her still-throbbing sex, the cascading water failing to wash away the memory of the experience.
It took Glory several minutes to recover, but eventually, she got to her feet and washed herself off—gently but thoroughly cleaning her poor, abused cunt. Before she got out of the shower, she removed the dildo from the wall, and washed it just as thoroughly. After drying herself off, she dried the dildo and hid it away in the back of the bottom drawer of her vanity. It was only then that Glory realized that she’d left her bathroom still completely naked; normally, she wrapped her towel around herself, even in the privacy of her bedroom. She chalked it up to her experience in the shower. At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and go to sleep. Hopefully, it would all be better in the morning.
At her dresser, however, Glory found that her ordeal wasn’t over. Opening every drawer and searching every inch of her room revealed that she had not one single undergarment in her entire room. No panties, no undershirts, no training bras, no tights, no pantyhose... nothing. And that wasn’t all. She could find no sleepwear, either. She had four different nightgowns, three nighties and five pairs of pajamas. All of them were missing. Glory went through her closet looking for some regular clothes she could put on, so she wouldn’t be naked at least, but to her horror, she found that she couldn’t seem to grasp anything. Dresses, skirts, tops, sweatshirts and everything else she tried all slipped out of her hand the moment she tried to lift the hanger. She even tried to pick up the clothes she’d worn that day with the same result. Even the clothes in her hamper may as well have been glued down and coated with Teflon.
Privileged, little Glory Rossi had never felt so alone. She was naked and unable to get dressed, she still couldn’t open the door or call for help, and she had somehow been forced to fuck herself to two orgasms in her shower. Wanting nothing more than for whatever was going on to end, she climbed into her bed and pulled her covers over her. It felt odd, being in bed naked—the smooth feel of 800 thread count sheets on her bare flesh—but she closed her eyes and, after some time, sleep took her.
Tomorrow would be better. It had to be.
Glory edged toward wakefulness and, for a few blissful moments, there was nothing unusual about her life; it was just like every other morning. But then the dull, but persistent ache in her pussy hit her senses and the memories of the night before flooded back into her consciousness. Reflexively, she moved in her bed, drawing her knees closer to her chest. Far from being a comforting thing, the motion merely served to remind her that she was naked.
A part of her wanted to lie in bed and wallow in her suffering, but she rallied and decided that whatever was going on was going to stop. And if she could get Rosa fired in the process... well, then, things would be looking up.
Glory tossed the covers off of her and slid out of bed, her bare feet hitting soft carpet. She marched over to her dresser and opened her underwear drawer. It was just as empty as it had been the previous night. Just in case, she opened all her other drawers, but it quickly became apparent that all her clothes that had been missing before she went to bed were still missing. All that was left in her dresser were a few decorative belts. But she was determined not to let it upset her. She would have her revenge.
She turned to her closet and began flipping through her clothes there, finding that, unlike the night before, she could actually grab them now. With a bit of burgeoning hope, Glory thought about yesterday’s panties, only to find that the previous day’s dirty clothes were not where she left them. Her hamper, too, was empty. Odd, since Rosa wasn’t supposed to come into her room at night; one more thing to hold against her. With that one minor setback, she returned to her closet. One by one, she slid hangers aside, searching for something to wear. Without any panties, she bypassed her skirts and dresses searching for a pair of pants or shorts or leggings. Well, no, leggings would have been in her dresser and they were missing too. That realization shot a frisson of fear through her. If her leggings were gone... She was nearly halfway through her closet and had yet to find even a single pair of pants or shorts.
Faster and more desperate, Glory slid hanger after hanger aside, hoping against her ever increasing certainty that she could find something other than skirts, dresses and tops. Once she’d gone from one side of her closet to the other, she darted back through, picking random spots here and there and everywhere on the off chance that she’d somehow overlooked half of her clothes. The strange thing was—well, one of the many, many strange things, actually—she seemed to have the same amount of clothes she had before; certainly, her closet didn’t seem any emptier than normal. But after several minutes of fruitless searching, she had to admit that all she had were skirts and dresses. Her belly did little flops at the thought of having to wear such things with nothing on under them.
It was when Glory gave up and began searching for the longest dress or skirt she could find that she discovered another chilling fact: she seemed to have nothing longer than about eight inches or so. That would barely be long enough to cover her butt, and then only if she kept very still. Even items that she was positive had once been longer—thigh- and knee-length skirts, calf-length dresses—all were now the same insanely short length. Her belly flipped at the realization; she began to seriously wonder if she were going to be sick.
Reluctantly, Glory pulled a deep blue pleated skirt from a hanger and stepped into it. She pulled it up her legs and over her still boyish hips, only to find that it was almost too tight to button up. She managed it after some struggling. She stepped over to look at herself in the mirror and found it was worse than she’d feared. Because the skirt was so tight, it rode high, causing the lower curve of her butt to peek out from under the pleats. She tugged and tugged and twisted and shimmied in an effort to make the garment at least a little more modest, but all to no avail.
Glory pulled skirt after skirt out of her closet, only to find that they were not only just as short, they were also just as tight. After a few minutes of trying several on, she was back in that original blue skirt, with the others in a small pile on the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror again and decided that it didn’t matter—wearing it would only be more ammunition against Rosa.
Returning to the closet, Glory sought a top, and found, after pulling several of them out and adding them to the growing pile, that they, too were smaller and tighter than they had once been. She was positive that the top she settled on—a light pink, spaghetti strap tank top—had once covered her belly and should have fallen to the waistband of her skirt, but it now stopped only a couple of inches below her nipples and hugged her chest like a bikini top. And yet it was no shorter or tighter than anything else she could have worn.
Glory returned to the mirror and examined herself once more. Too-short top? Check. Ridiculously short skirt? Check. The entire length of her legs on display? Check. Belly and lower chest visible to anyone that cared to look? Check. No real way to protect her modesty? Check and double-check.
Part of her—a very real and nearly screaming part of her—wanted nothing more than to hide in her room all day. And, considering her inability to open her door last night, that was still a real possibility. But she was determined that she would get this straightened out. Her parents would see how she was dressed and they wouldn’t stand for it. That would be her chance to explain what Rosa had done—because she would see Rosa dismissed for this even if it wasn’t actually the woman’s fault. And then, she would pout and complain and beg her parents to take her to the store and let her get a whole new wardrobe. And then she’d make them get her a new phone. And then everything would be all right again. Well, there was that dildo, but she simply wouldn’t even think about that again. Best to look at only the good side.
Back over to her closet, she looked through her shoe rack. She started to reach for a pair of sneakers, but then remembered that she didn’t have any socks and the thought of wearing shoes like that without socks didn’t appeal to her. Instead, she grabbed a pair of leather sandals, put them on and buckled them up.
She had just picked up her broken phone when there was a knock at her door.
“Miss Glory?” came the too-cheerful voice of Rosa. “Your mother say you need to wake up. Is time for breakfast.” The knob turned and the door cracked open. Further proof in Glory’s mind that Rosa was somehow behind her ordeal.
“I’m up,” she replied curtly.
The door opened further and Rosa stepped inside the room.
“Your mother say time for breakfast,” the woman said again. Then she caught sight of the mess on Glory’s floor. “Oh, Miss Glory,” Rosa said. “Why you make such a mess?”
Glory folded her arms across her barely covered chest and looked at the woman expectantly.
“Don’t you have something to say to me?” she demanded.
Rosa looked confused.
“Good morning?” she said, seemingly uncertain as to what Glory was talking about. The young girl huffed and strode past her and out the door. Through the house she went down halls, through rooms, around corners, till she arrived at the breakfast nook to find her mother sitting and eating an egg white omelet while reading something on her iPad. The woman looked up as she heard Glory enter.
“Morning, Morning Glory,” she said with a smile. “Come have some breakfast.”
Glory didn’t move from where she’d stopped upon seeing her mother.
“Mom,” she said, the annoyance clear in her voice. “Look what Rosa did.”
Her mother rolled her eyes. “What did she do this time?” Her tone clearly said that she was getting tired of the same old conversation.
“What do you mean ‘what did she do’? Look at my clothes!”
Her mother’s brow wrinkled ever so slightly. “Did she get a stain on them? Did the colors fade?”
“Mom,” she said impatiently, “look really hard. Don’t you think these things are a little too short?”
Her mother looked her over with an appraising eye. “Nonsense! I think they look quite cute. Shows you’re starting to grow up.”
“Mom!” Glory said, exasperated now. She whirled around to show her backside. “You can see my butt!”
“Oh, Glory,” her mother said, beginning to sound exasperated herself.
“Mom,” Glory continued, turning back to face her mother, “she changed all the clothes in my closet, she took all my underclothes away, she locked me in my room last night and she broke my phone!” As punctuation, she sat her phone down on the table in front of her. Glory’s mother closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“How, exactly, did Rosa break your phone?”
“She locked me out of it.” she replied, as if that explained everything.
“And how did that break the screen?”
Glory opened her mouth, but couldn’t think of any response. “I— She— It—” was all she managed. Her mother stared at her, clearly disbelieving. After several long seconds, she spoke again.
“I see,” she said. “Is it safe to assume that you couldn’t get into your phone and you got mad and you threw it in anger and broke it?” Glory tried to look defensive, but could only pull off contrite.
“That’s what I thought.” said her mother. “Glory, you know I’m getting tired of your attempts to get Rosa fired, and it’s going to stop. As for your phone, I have half a mind to leave it as it is and not get you another one.” Glory looked stricken at the thought. “As it is, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow anyway.”
“What!?” exclaimed Glory. “You can’t!” Her mother held up her hand and Glory’s protests stopped, though, rather reluctantly.
“Your father went in to work today and there’s no telling when he’ll be home. I have errands to run all morning, a luncheon at two and then book club this evening.” Glory deflated, knowing that there was nothing she could do. “Now, sit down and have some breakfast,” her mother said, gesturing at the seat opposite her. Slowly, Glory slid into the chair, the wood feeling extra cold on her bare ass, since her skirt covered nothing as she sat.
“And I think a little punishment for breaking your phone is in order—”
Glory opened her mouth to protest, but from the look in her mother’s eye, she thought better of it.
“—so, I think I’ll be calling the stables and letting them know that you won’t be riding for a couple of weeks.”
“But—”
“Do you want me to make it three? Or would you rather we not get you a new phone?”
Glory’s mouth snapped shut. She couldn’t live without a phone. After a few moments of silence, she tested the waters again.
“What about my clothes?”
Her mother, who had gone back to reading the news on her iPad, didn’t even bother to look up this time.
“You’ve got a closet full of clothes, Glory,” she said. “And the way you’ve been acting, I’m not inclined to get you any more.” Glory looked down at her all too brief outfit in dismay. “Maybe, if you’re good, we might let you get a few things when the weather starts turning cold.”
It was only September. That would be a long time to wait.
Glory was miserable all day long. Forced to wear clothes that left her just short of being naked, being left home alone with Rosa—who was, unfortunately, still employed—and lacking a phone, which left her out of touch with her friends, she felt as though she were being punished. She tried to entertain herself by watching TV, but there were no good shows recorded. She thought about spending some time in the pool before she realized that all of her swimsuits were included in the clothing that had gone missing and there was no way she was going to swim naked.
When her father got home late in the afternoon, Glory immediately set upon him with her tale of woe and misery, telling him how she needed clothes and a phone and—
He informed her that her mother had called him earlier to let him know what she had tried that morning. He was having none of it. When she pointed to the outfit she was wearing as proof of what she said, his reaction was little more than a raised eyebrow. Glory wanted to scream. How could her parents be that stupid? Or blind?
They had a late dinner after Glory’s mother got home from her book club and then spent some family time watching TV until it was time for Glory to go to bed.
She entered her room and shut the door out of habit. Immediately, she was put in mind of the previous night and she tried opening her door again. It opened normally. She shrugged, closed the door and stripped off what little clothing she wore before heading into her bathroom. She started the water and then brushed her teeth and then hopped in her shower. It was then that she realized she had, at some point, retrieved the dildo from her vanity drawer. Her heart sped up in her chest as she noticed it. She wouldn’t use it, Glory told herself. She would just put it down and take her shower like normal.
She then stuck it to the wall of the shower, just as she had done the night before. Glory watched, disbelieving, as her hands took the bottle of lube, squirted it on the shaft and spread it thoroughly around. Then, she turned, bent at the waist and backed up to the cock, slipping it into the entrance to her core and then fucking herself down onto it.
It seemed to be happening so much faster, though whether it truly was, or it only seemed so because she knew what was coming, Glory didn’t know. Her hips set a rhythm, driving her on and off the rigid prick as the shapes on its surface served to tease and titillate her inexperienced, but sensitive, flesh. She found herself grabbing at her chest, kneading and caressing the ever so slight swells beneath her engorged nipples. The sensation of her fingers and the feeling of the thick cock spearing into her tiny twat swiftly recalled the same yearning feeling that she’d felt 24 hours before. Only this time, she knew what that feeling was leading to and she couldn’t seem to help but try to encourage it.
She moaned and whimpered as she fucked herself on that cock. She bit her lip as fingers tweaked nipples and squeezed nascent tit flesh. She whined as hips pounded harder and her pussy lips impacted simulated balls.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted as the feeling deep inside her grew. Her breathing came faster and her heart pounded. She panted and gasped, tossed her head back—
—and came.
Her climax poured over her like a rushing river. She felt caught up in it as though powerless to do anything but allow it to take her wherever it went. Her chant became a keening sound and her cunt twitched and pulsed as the euphoria spread through her, an unstoppable chemical reaction—a wildfire of pleasure.
And still, Glory’s hips drove her on the cock.
It seemed an eternity that her orgasm gripped her, but it finally began to abate. It had not yet gone completely, however, when she realized that her next was already building.
Her heart still slammed against her ribs, her breath still came in great gulps and her chest was still flushed a deep pink from her first climax when her second hit. Glory closed her eyes and saw sparks dancing in the dark as her peak returned. It was not as intense as the first, but it seemed to last longer.
Her knees wobbled with stress and her lungs burned from gasping even as her fingers and toes tingled along with the rest of her body.
And still her hips continued.
Her third climax struck just as the second waned. Glory hadn’t felt it coming and was still reeling from her second, and so, she hadn’t been able to prepare herself. Her hips stopped fucking and simply ground her back on the cock with as much force as she could manage. Her eyes still closed; she felt lightheaded and her inner ears told her the room was floating and undulating. She could feel her cunt pulsing on the cock to the beat of her thudding heart.
And suddenly, she was on the floor of her shower again. She hadn’t even been aware that she was falling. She lay there for quite some time before she felt herself steady enough to get to her feet. Slowly, almost dreamily, she washed herself and then the dildo. She dried herself and then the dildo. She stashed it in its hiding place and crawled into bed, exhausted. She was asleep in seconds.
Knock, knock.
“Miss Glory?” The voice grated on her still sleepy mind. “Your mother say you need to wake up. Is time for breakfast.” The door opened an inch. “Miss Glory?” Glory groaned and pulled her covers over her head. “Miss Glory, you must wake up.”
Without warning, the covers flew away from her, pulled by the horrible housekeeper herself. There was a moment of shock, during which, both occupants of the room became aware of Glory’s state of undress. Then Glory scrambled for the covers in an effort to regain some of her dignity and Rosa took a step back and crossed herself.
“¡Ay, Dios mio!” she exclaimed. “I sorry, Miss Glory! So Sorry.” She quickly backed out of the room, repeating “Sorry,” as she went.
Glory lay there, once again entombed by her covers, and suffered her embarrassment. At least, she did so until it occurred to her that she could use what had happened to her advantage.
She peeked out from the safety of her covers to see if the door was closed. When she found it was, she tossed them aside and nearly sprinted to her dresser. Glory checked the empty drawers once more, hoping to find that her clothing had been returned—with no luck, of course. She then turned to her closet and pulled out a dress. She hoped that a dress might cover a little more of her than the previous day’s outfit had. She’d selected one that had been one of her favorites; it had been a nice, modest dress that originally fell just past her knees. Now, however, it was completely backless—having only a thin spaghetti strap that looped around the back of her neck—and had large, nearly transparent, mesh panels in the front that displayed, if anything, even more skin than her skirt and top combo had. The hem of the dress fell no lower than her skirt had, but the back was so low cut, that the top of her butt crack could be seen. It also had too long slits, one on either side of the dress that were about twelve inches long, so the bottom of the dress reminded her of a loin cloth.
Glory debated with herself for a moment about changing into something else, but there was every likelihood that the next thing she pulled out would be worse, and she was really eager to get to her parents and complain. So, she donned a pair of sandals and left for breakfast.
“Rosa barged into my room, this morning,” she said, by way of a greeting.
“Good morning to you, too,” replied her father.
“I sent her to wake you,” said her mother. “You can’t sleep all day.”
“But, she pulled my covers off,” complained Glory. “She saw me!” She’d meant to say, “She saw me naked!” but for some reason, the last word never left her mouth.
“So, what’s the problem?” asked her father.
“I was sleeping,” naked! she said. “I don’t want her looking at me,” without any clothes on!
She wanted to growl in frustration. Why couldn’t she tell her parents she’d been naked?
“Look, honey,” said her mother. “I know you don’t like Rosa. But if you don’t want her waking you up in the mornings, you’re just going to have to get up on your own.”
Glory opened her mouth. “Naked, naked, naked, naked, naked!” she tried to say, but nothing came out.
“I’m sorry,” said her mother, mistaking her silent open mouth as either shock or a desire to complain. “But that’s just the way it’s got to be.”
Giving up, Glory flopped, pouting, into a chair. She couldn’t tell her parents how she’d had to sleep, they didn’t seem to see anything wrong with the way she was dressed and they wouldn’t listen to any of her complaints about clothes. She suddenly missed being upset about having to go to see a movie.
She spent the rest of the day in misery. Her parents did take her to get a new phone, but, having to parade around in public wearing her overly skimpy dress, meant that she was just unable to enjoy the trip.
Once she had her new phone, she was able to text Katelyn, who had apparently sent her several increasingly angry texts throughout the previous day under the impression that Glory was ignoring her. She explained the problem and apologized, but there were still some hurt feelings, even among the other girls in their group, since Katelyn had texted them and they had tried texting Glory and, it seemed to them that she was ignoring them as well. Things might have gone better if Glory had been able to explain what was going on with her, but she discovered there were even things she couldn’t text. She hoped she could smooth things over back at school.
Things only seemed to get worse, however, when she spent some time that afternoon looking through her closet. Glory tried on a few of the more promising looking things, but found everything was more than just small and skimpy—it was all obscenely inappropriate for someone her age. It went far beyond any of the “grown up,” “sexy” clothes she’d tried wheedling her parents into getting her when fashion had become a thing in her social circle. Everything she owned now appeared to be a sluttier version of what it had once been.
There were even things in her closet that were even worse than what she’d actually worn so far. There was a skirt that appeared to be made from a single layer of tulle, a “dress” with only the smallest of panels to cover most of her private parts and the rest of it being laces similar to shoestrings, and a top that appeared to have once been a t-shirt, with the back, arms and belly almost completely cut away and with all the fabric that remained cut into quarter-inch vertical strips. There was a matching skirt and top that were made out of clear plastic, a strapless leather dress that looked like it would be skin tight on someone 2 or 3 years younger than her, and a blouse that was entirely flesh-colored fishnet. She found something that she had at first thought was a belt of some kind (until she realized that it was a tube top just barely wide enough to cover her nipples), a dress, the top of which would go from the strap over her right shoulder down to very low on her left hip, leaving the left half of her chest exposed, and a “skirt” that, except for the waistband, was completely backless. The more she saw, the more sick she felt.
Glory had never been so happy that she went to a private school with uniforms, so at least she wouldn’t be forced to wear any of her new clothes at school. That is, until she looked at her uniforms and found that all of the skirts were now only eight inches long and all of the shirts, which now came to only two inches below her nipples, were sleeveless and only had one button which was near the top. It made her even more sick that she would have to wear something like that in front of everyone at school. The upside, however, was that she was sure to be sent home and her parents would have to do something about her clothes. Finally.
That night, she once again took the dildo into the shower with her. She stuck it to the wall and pressed herself back on it. She fucked it to three screaming orgasms before she was allowed to stop. This time, she kept her feet, but only barely. It was still several minutes before she could actually shower.
Minutes later, she climbed into her bed and tried to get comfortable. Her dread over her new uniforms kept her awake far later than normal, however.
While it seemed that Rosa never told her parents just how she’d found their daughter on that Sunday morning, Monday found Rosa knocking on, though pointedly refusing to open, the door and calling for Glory to wake up. Glory mused morosely that if she’d known that having the woman see her naked would be enough to keep her away, she might have done it a long time ago.
She rose from bed and, after checking to see if the things in her dresser were back (they weren’t), put on her uniform. Such as it was. The skirt was as tight as the one she’d worn Saturday and she had the same problem with it riding high enough to show off the lower curve of her ass. Her blouse was also tight, so much so that she feared that big arm movements might cost her her only button. Since they weren’t allowed to wear sandals at school, she reluctantly slipped on a pair of sneakers. She found them a little more comfortable than she’d been expecting, but not by much.
Aside from Rosa’s determination to avoid Glory and Glory’s impossibly skimpy new uniform, her morning was relatively normal. And so it was, that at 8:10, Glory carefully climbed out of her mother’s Explorer and, fighting her blush, made her way onto the grounds of Bear Creek Middle School. Her senses seemed overly heightened; she was keenly aware any time there was even the slightest drop in volume of conversations around her, heads that turned to look anywhere even close to her direction or even the possibility of words whispered behind covering hands. Any minute now, someone would make too loud a noise and the spell would be broken and she would be on her way to the principal’s office. Any minute now, the shock would end and people would begin to point and laugh. Any minute, and her school social standing would be left in tatters. If it got her normal clothes again, it might be worth it.
“Oh, my God!” came a voice behind her. This was it, Glory told herself. Whatever is going to happen is going to happen now. So relieved was she that she didn’t immediately process who’s voice it was. “Glory, you know how to make the school uniform look good!” said Jessica, one of her three closest friends. She turned to find Jessica, Katelyn and Amanda approaching her. Her eyes darted around for a moment and she was stunned to find that, although there were a few people looking in their direction with mild interest, she wasn’t the laughingstock of the entire school. Then what Jessica said really registered in her mind.
“What?” she said dumbly. “You like this?” She felt a bit like her friend had just told her that two plus two equaled purple.
“Like it?” said Amanda. “It’s amazing!”
The four girls spent the next few minutes clearing up the air about the mix-up over the weekend with Glory’s phone. She had to show them her new one, and they Ooh’ed and Ahh’ed. But the conversation kept drifting back to Glory’s uniform and how great it looked. Glory was conflicted. While she was relieved not to be called names or laughed at for her outfit, she felt very self conscious to be the center of attention dressed as she was.
Eventually, Amanda dragged them all into the bathroom. Glory watched as Amanda started rolling the waistband of her skirt in order to shorten it. She left it longer than Glory’s but not by much. Jessica and Katelyn joined in as well as soon as they realized what Amanda’s plan was. All too soon, the three girls had copied Glory’s look as much as possible; while they couldn’t shorten their uniform tops, they did unbutton all but the top button. It was Katelyn that started calling the quartet the danger brigade, because she said their new look was so dangerous.
Glory’s embarrassment was at an all time high. Even more so, since, between the time they left the bathroom and them having to go their separate ways for their first period classes, they were all the center of attention.
It wasn’t until first break that Glory discovered that she had a text from Jessica wanting to know if she’d been sent home. Glory replied that she hadn’t. Unfortunately, the other three had been sent home, for “gross violations of the school’s uniform dress policy.” Glory felt miserable, not only because her friends had gotten in trouble, but because it seemed she wasn’t going to be, and she could see her plan to end her predicament was beginning to crumble.
The day seemed to last forever, but despite its extraordinary length, she was never called out for her “uniform.” By the end of the day, she had begun to wonder if the situation would ever end.
That night, in the shower, she fucked herself to four orgasms before she could finish and go to bed.
The next day, things got worse. Much worse.
Her friends, it seemed, had come to the conclusion, since Glory hadn’t been sent home as they had, and the fact that she was dressed the exact same way again, that their punishment was somehow her fault. She tried to defend herself, telling them that she didn’t want to dress like she had and that she wanted to be sent home. But they refused to believe her. After all, they loved the way she was dressed and why would anyone in their right mind want to be sent home for violating the rules? It didn’t help that Glory was still unable to explain the situation with her clothes.
That was why, fifteen minutes before first bell, Glory was ensconced in a bathroom stall, hiding from the world. She fought against the tears that threatened to fall, but she’d never felt so alone. She’d had her friends since kindergarten—six years is a long time when you’re only eleven—and now she feared that she may have lost them for good. It wasn’t fair, and she railed against the world for all the good it did.
Glory heard voices and tried to be quiet; she didn’t really want anyone to know that she was in there. Sure girls could be sympathetic, but they could also be vicious when they smelled blood in the water. Except, as the chattering continued, and she heard zippers and then a light splashing sound, realization slowly came to her and she felt herself go very red.
It wasn’t girls she was hearing. It was boys. Peeing in urinals. Somehow, she’d darted into the boys bathroom and hadn’t noticed.
Glory looked around the stall, as though the answer to her current dilemma might be written somewhere on one of the walls. Her heart pounded and her breath quickened as the fear and embarrassment washed over her. If anyone discovered she was in there, she would be humiliated. Did anyone see her when she came in? She certainly hoped not. But hope was all she could do about that. The question was, how could she get out of there without anyone seeing her?
As time passed and seconds ticked by, Glory slowly came to the realization that there was only one way she could be sure that no one would see her leave. She would have to wait until after the tardy bell before she slipped out. Sure, she would be late to class, but the alternative was everyone at school knowing she’d been in the boys bathroom.
It seemed to take years as boys came and went in ones and twos and in groups. Glory noticed that the more that came in at once, the louder and more boisterous they were. And all the time, she sat there, chewing on her lip and pressing her hands against the door, fearing the lock might not hold should someone try to open it. Eventually, Glory heard the first bell, providing her with a modicum of relief; her current plight would soon be over. A boy darted in and peed and rushed out without washing his hands. Then, after a few minutes of hearing the rush of students outside the bathroom dwindle to silence, the tardy bell sounded.
Glory didn’t move for a few seconds, but then she slid the lock open and slowly cracked the stall door. The bathroom was deserted. She knew it was, but her irrational mind had been halfway expecting a large group of boys to be standing there just waiting to point and laugh at her. She tiptoed over to the bathroom door, unsure why she was doing so but somehow unable to make herself walk normally. She grabbed the handle and cracked the door, looking through the slit at the hallway beyond. It was clear. She heaved a quiet sigh and opened the door the rest of the way. She nearly leaped out of the bathroom and began a fast walk toward her classroom. She’d made it! She was in the clear!
When she reached her first period class, she opened the door and froze as every head swiveled to look at her. She was suddenly certain that everyone knew exactly where she’d been and, for a heart stopping moment, she waited for the laughter. The laughter never came, however.
“Late, Miss Rossi?” said Mr. Gleeson. “That’s not like you. Do you have a pass?”
A deer in headlights, she shook her head.
“I see,” he said. “Mind telling me why you’re late then?”
Her eyes went wide with fear. After a moment’s hesitation, she managed to say, “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
In response, Mr. Gleeson merely gestured for her to come up and tell him. Glory made her way to him and whispered what had happened, praying that none of the students overheard. He looked at her skeptically, but then told her to take her seat. She received some continued looks, but eventually, everyone got back into their history lesson and her tardiness was all but forgotten.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Though, with her friends avoiding her, it could hardly be called normal. After school, Glory was picked up by her mother, she did her homework, ate dinner, watched some TV and played a few games on her new phone.
At 8:30, Glory went to her room, stripped, and—as was her new normal—took the dildo into the shower. She stuck it to the wall, lubed it up and backed herself onto it. She fucked herself to four intense orgasms once more, before finishing her shower and going to bed. The cock still stretched her out, but it was at least becoming a little easier to take.
The next day, just after the start of first period, Glory found herself in the front office, feeling like she was being led to the gallows even as she sat in a comfortable chair. She mused, looking down at her usual tiny uniform, that it was almost funny that only two days earlier, she would have been almost happy to be sitting where she currently was. But she’d been hoping to be there for an entirely different reason. The principal’s door opened and he called her name. Reluctantly, Glory stood and marched toward her fate.
“Miss Rossi,” said Mr. McPherson. The disappointment in his voice was clear. “Mr. Gleeson says that you were late to his class both yesterday and today because you were in the boys restroom. Is that right?”
She could only nod.
“Care to explain?”
And, so, Glory told the story about the argument she’d had with her friends the day before—though not what the argument was about—and how she’d hidden in the bathroom to be alone, and also how she hadn’t noticed that she’d gone into the wrong bathroom until some boys came in. Then she explained her reasoning as to why she’d waited until after the bell to leave.
“And then, this morning,” she said, “I saw my friends heading my way. I knew they were still upset with me about the argument and I really didn’t want to face them. So I ducked into the bathroom to avoid them. But this time, I checked. I was sure it was the girls bathroom and not the boys. I don’t understand how it happened, sir, I really don’t. All I know is, I was hiding in the stall when I realized it was the same stall I was in yesterday. Before I could do anything, some boys came in and I was trapped. I didn’t mean to do it, sir. Honest!”
Finished with her story, she waited with a pleading look as the principal sat back in his chair and appraised her. After several minutes, he sighed heavily.
“Here’s the deal, Miss Rossi,” he said. “I’m not inclined to believe your story. I think you were probably sneaking into the boys bathroom as part of some twisted little game, or maybe to satisfy your curiosity.” Glory paled and her heart sank.
“However,” he continued, “you appear to be a good student and these two forays into the boys restroom and their accompanying tardies are your first strikes, so I am willing, however reluctantly, to cut you some slack.” A tiny flower of hope bloomed inside her. Maybe this wasn’t the end of her life after all.
“We’ll forgo any punishment this time,” Mr. McPherson said, stressing the last two words. “However—” At this point, he stood and leaned forward, pressing his hands into the desk causing him to tower over her. “—should I hear that you’re sneaking into the boys restroom or if you are even one second late to any of your classes again, you will not like the consequences. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she squeaked.
The principal dismissed her and she returned to class. And that would have been the end of it, but her luck, such as it was, seemed to have run out. Whether someone had overheard her excuse to Mr. Gleeson or he’d straight up told the class, it appeared that everyone knew why she’d been late.
By morning break, it seemed to have spread over the whole school. People snickered, pointed, laughed and whispered. They called her names like “bathroom girl” and asked her if she was trying to learn how to pee standing up.
But the worst part was when someone grabbed her book bag from her shoulder and tossed it in the boys bathroom.
“Go get it,” someone said.
“Go on, it’s where you belong,” added someone else.
She begged people to get her bag for her, but all that happened was that students started chanting, “Boys room! Boys room! Boys room!”
Finally, after looking around to make sure there were no teachers near, she gave up and sprinted into the bathroom to retrieve her book bag. The crowd erupted in a cheer.
Unfortunately for Glory, the noise must have alerted a teacher, because she was grabbed by the arm the moment she stepped back out of the door. The crowd seemed to have disbursed during the few seconds she was in the bathroom, because, except for a few giggling students across the hall from her, everything seemed rather normal.
Despite her protestations, she was dragged straight to the office. Within minutes, she was sitting in front of Mr. McPherson once more.
He sat there, his arms folded across his chest, and looked at her like she was something he was having difficulty scraping off his shoe. Glory tried her best to sink into the chair. Maybe if she became part of the furniture, he would forget about her. Under his glare she was never more acutely aware of just what she was being forced to wear. Why, oh why, had she not been sent home on Monday? None of this would be happening if she had!
Mr. McPherson looked at his watch. “Two hours,” he said. “Two hours ago, you sat in that chair and I told you that you wouldn’t like the consequences if you went back into the boys restroom. And where did Mrs. Graham catch you?” There was a long pause. “Well?” he demanded.
“I was in the boys bathroom,” she answered. But she continued rapidly, “But it wasn’t my fault! Someone threw my—”
“I don’t want to hear excuses young lady!”
Her mouth snapped shut.
“I offered you my understanding side this morning, and you threw it back in my face,” he said, after composing himself. “And considering the nature of your transgression, I’m inclined to simply expel you.”
Glory’s eyes went wide and she shook her head rapidly. Expelled? She couldn’t be! Her parents would never forgive her. And she’d have to go to public school!
“But,” he continued. “Just this once, I will offer you a choice. You can choose to be expelled or you can choose detention.”
Glory opened her mouth to say that she didn’t want to be expelled and that she would take the detention—which seemed so much easier—when he held up his hand to forestall her answer.
“Before you answer, let me explain what detention will mean for you.” She gulped nervously. “Since you seem to be so... curious... about the boys restroom, you will be confined to a stall in one of them for every break period, every lunch, and for thirty minutes before and after school. You will do this every school day—Every. School. Day.—until I think you’ve learned your lesson. Understand?”
She nodded.
“Let me be clear,” he said dangerously, “if you miss even one minute of your punishment, then you’re expelled. And there will be no excuses. There will be no ‘I was sick,’ or ‘I forgot,’ or ‘My mom’s car wouldn’t start,’ or even, ‘My teacher kept me after class.’ There will be no second chances. Am I clear?”
Glory nodded again, even more fearfully, if anything.
“So,” he said at last, “what’s it going to be? Expulsion?”
She shook her head rapidly.
“Detention, then?”
Glory nodded, albeit reluctantly.
“Very well,” he said. “Stand up. You’re going to show me the restroom you’ve been sneaking into.”
She led him to the bathroom where she kept finding herself, even pointing out the end stall on the left in which she’d hidden.
“OK, then,” he said. “That’s your stall now. I’ll be letting the staff know so they’ll be able to make sure you are where you’re supposed to be.” He led her back out of the bathroom. “Remember. Every break. Every lunch—so you’d better bring something you can eat in there. And thirty minutes before and after school. You’ll start tomorrow morning, no later than 7:55. You’ll have no more than two minutes to get to your stall after the bell dismisses everyone for breaks and at the end of the day. And you may not leave the stall until the warning bell rings before every class. You’ll also have two minutes to report here after the last class of the day, and you will remain for a full thirty minutes, meaning you can’t leave for the day until 3:47.” He stopped her outside a door. She hadn’t even realized that he’d been leading her toward her next class. “I know you won’t forget any of this,” he said. “Because if you do, you’ll be out of here before you know it.” He opened the door and nearly pushed her in. Then he turned and left.
The class watched her as she made her way over to her seat. Some of them snickered. Some of them whispered. But none of them knew what awaited her. Even she didn’t know the full extent of it.
Glory’s parents were far from pleased when she explained her unusual detention, even when she explained to them why she was being punished. Her mother was even less pleased at having to get up thirty minutes earlier every school day. But at 7:48 the next morning, Glory, wearing her usual eight inch skirt, cropped uniform top and sneakers with no socks, eased her way out of the Explorer. She hiked her book bag up farther on her shoulder and headed off to her prison cell.
There were only a handful of students on the grounds that early in the morning, but teachers could be seen moving about, carrying papers and folders and cases as they headed between classrooms, the teachers’ lounge, the resource room or the office. Rounding a corner outside the boys bathroom that was her destination, Glory found Mrs. Graham standing just outside of it. She looked down her nose at Glory and snorted with derision.
“In you go,” she said, and she watched as Glory entered the boys bathroom and went to her stall. Glory stopped for a moment as she saw that someone—a janitor, maybe—had mounted a large wooden sign on the stall door with her name on it. She flushed with renewed embarrassment. As though ignoring it might make it disappear, she pushed the stall door open and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her.
It was just as Glory remembered it—old porcelain toilet that probably should have been replaced a decade ago, the same dreary brown tiles as the rest of the bathroom, the large industrial toilet paper dispenser that needed a refill and the same walls, covered in painted-over graffiti.
There was one difference, however—aside from the sign on the front. In the middle of the wall on her right, which separated her stall from the adjacent one, was a hole, about waist height, three inches in diameter and ringed with what looked like some kind of black rubber trim. It seemed odd to her that they had put in some kind of spy hole. Glory thought for a moment that it was for a camera to make sure that she was in her stall when she was supposed to be, but that didn’t make any sense; if they put in a camera, she would have no privacy. Then it occurred to her that she would have no privacy with just the hole there. What if she had to actually go to the bathroom in there? Any boy in the next stall could look in and see her.
Then it occurred to Glory that, likewise, she would be able to see any boy in the stall next to hers. She was rather conflicted about that. On the one hand, she wasn’t sure she wanted to see some random boy using the toilet. On the other hand, she might be able to see boys with their pants down—with their things out. That thought made her kind of tingly.
Setting the thoughts of the hole aside for the moment, Glory set her book bag on the floor and then wondered what to do with herself. She could sit on the toilet, but that would likely be uncomfortable after a while. She had no desire to sit on the floor—her overly short skirt meant that, if she tried it, there would be nothing separating the dirty floor from her bare butt. So, for the moment, she contented herself with simply standing there. She pulled out her phone and unlocked it. She checked her messages, but, since her friends were still upset with her, she had none.
Glory was in the middle of her little farming game, just harvesting some corn so she could make some cornbread in her bakery and earn some gold from selling it, when she heard the door open. She tried to focus on the game and ignore the fact that there was a boy in there with her, but she couldn’t seem to block out the footsteps as whoever it was entered the stall next to hers. It was the giggling that finally pulled her attention completely away from the game.
Glory looked away from her phone only to realize that she’d backed herself up to the wall of her stall. She was bent at the waist with her head only inches away from that stupid, empty toilet paper dispenser. It was odd, she thought, that she didn’t remember getting into that position. She tried to move, only to find that she couldn’t. Her mind flashed immediately back to all those experiences she’d had in her shower over the past several days. It was about the time that she heard the clinking of a belt buckle hitting the floor in the next stall that she put two and two together.
Her hips were pressing her up against the hole in the stall wall!
Glory tried to pull away and failed. She tried to stand up straight, but couldn’t. She tried to call out, but could manage no more than a whisper. It was then that she felt the cock bump up against her fleshy lips. She held her breath as he slid it around, apparently looking for her hole. She bit her lip at the teasing sensations and then she exhaled heavily as he found it, sinking all the way into her, with an accompanying groan from the other side of the wall. It was smaller than the dildo she’d been forced to fuck every night, and it didn’t stretch her like it either, but it was warmer—nearly hot—and it was alive. She could feel it pulse and throb, something the rubber cock never did.
Then the boy in the other stall withdrew and plunged back in. Without a word, he started fucking her, moving much faster than she ever had in her shower, slamming up against the wall hard enough that she could feel his impacts.
Glory was torn. She wanted it to stop—the idea of being forced to fuck some anonymous boy at all, much less through a hole in a bathroom stall wall, was humiliating and sickening. But then again, after all her sessions in the shower—being driven to mind destroying, life altering orgasms in just the position she was currently in—her poor little pussy was already soaking itself. The tingles and shocks of pleasure that had become all too common, were already beginning to shoot through her. Glory pressed her hands against the wall in front of her, involuntarily forcing herself back even harder against the stall wall and her invader.
Her partner had no real technique to speak of, but, then again, Glory had only a lifeless dildo to compare it to. And incapable as she was of moving away from him, all she could do was hang on for the ride as he thrust into her faster and faster. Then, just as she was starting to build toward her climax, he grunted and came, with his cock shoved as deep as he could go. Glory felt his shaft pulsing rhythmically and a surge of wetness. Naïve as she was however, she didn’t associate that wetness with the boy actually squirting his cum inside her.
After several seconds, the boy pulled out of her, leaving her feeling a bit empty and unfulfilled. The encounter had just awoken that now familiar urge inside her and Glory almost wished that it had gone on longer. She tried again to move or stand up, but she was still being forced to stay in that position. She listened as the boy pulled up his pants and left the bathroom. Idly, she wondered if he was scared of being caught. Which led her to wonder if he’d be punished in any way if the teachers found out what had happened.
Her exposed pussy was feeling a bit chilly from the wetness of her juices and the cum slowly seeping out from her depths when the door opened again. Chattering voices indicated that there were at least two boys this time. Her belly did little flip-flops—either from nerves or excitement, she honestly wasn’t sure which—at what she expected would happen. The boys talked and laughed about what had happened in some video game she supposed they’d played the night before, their voices echoing around in the large, cavernous space.
Eventually, the boys both peed and then made to leave. Glory wasn’t sure if she should be happy or disappointed.
“Hey,” said one of them. “Check it out.” Glory could see first shadows, and then their feet standing in front of her stall door. “‘Glory Rossi.’ What’s that mean?” Her stomach went like ice as she realized they were reading the sign on the stall door.
“Isn’t that that girl that was caught in the boys bathroom?”
“There was a girl caught in the boys bathroom?”
“That’s what Martin said.”
“Wow.”
There was silence, and then a quiet shuffling of feet. For a moment, Glory was afraid that one of them was going to get on the floor and peek under the door. Then again, that might have been preferable to what actually happened.
“Oh my god!” came an excited whisper from further behind her. “C’mere and check this out.”
“What?” asked a normal voice.
“Shhh!” came the reply. As if she couldn’t hear them. Feet shuffled into the next stall and then there was a pause.
“What is that?” whispered one.
“I don’t know,” whispered the other.
“Touch it,” whispered the first.
“You touch it,” whispered the second.
Then came a silence that somehow grew more intense as the seconds ticked by.
She felt a poke. Then heard a snicker. Then another poke, and another. Then two at the same time.
“Oh shit!” one of the voices whispered. “I know what it is.”
“What?”
“It’s her pussy.” This was said so quietly that she almost couldn’t make it out.
“No way,” came the disbelieving response. “I’ve seen my little sister’s. They don’t look like that.”
“No, dude. From the back. Look at her feet.”
“Oh shit! I didn’t see that. But wouldn’t that be her butt?” he asked cluelessly.
“Does that look like a butt?” said the other boy. “I’m telling you, it’s her pussy.”
There was another pause. Glory had never felt so humiliated. To have these two boys studying and poking and staring at her pussy while she was unable to do anything about it... She buried her face in her hands, desperately wishing that she could pull herself away from the stall wall and the degrading, evil hole.
“Dude,” whispered one voice with an undercurrent of laughter. “I dare you to stick your dick in it.”
“No way, dude.”
The other boy laughed quietly. “Chicken,” he said.
“No way,” the other repeated. “She prob’ly wouldn’t let me.”
“Bawk, bawk, bawk,” clucked the first.
“Forget it!”
“Carter’s a chicken! Carter’s a chicken!”
“You do it, then.”
There was another pause. Glory quietly hoped that the boys would both chicken out and leave. Then she heard the sound of pants being unbuttoned and unzipped.
“Holy shit,” came a whispered voice. “No way!”
With no other warning than that, she was suddenly filled once more. This cock seemed even smaller than the first. Some part of her mind wondered if the first boy was older and these were maybe a pair of sixth graders.
“Oh, my god, dude!” whispered the other boy, the one inside her. “This feels so good!”
And then he was moving, pushing in and out of her rather slowly. Even slowly, however, the sensations of pleasure that she’d begun feeling with the first boy returned rather quickly.
“Holy shit!” whispered her partner’s friend. Carter, she supposed. “I can’t believe it!”
The boy’s pace sped up slightly and Glory found herself pushing against the wall again, as if trying to press her sex through the hole, as the tingles of her approaching climax danced around inside her. She bit her lip as the searing hot cock speared into her depths over and over again.
Suddenly, there was a grunt and a sigh and the motion stopped. Then the shaft withdrew. She nearly cried in frustration.
“Oh, god, that was good,” came a voice. While it was no longer a whisper, it was still quiet. “You really should try it.” There was a rustle of clothing and tinkling of something that might have been a belt buckle, but Glory couldn’t tell if it was pants being pulled up or pulled down. Her answer came in the form of another cock shoved into her. Her eyes went wide. This one was big, not as big as the dildo, but larger than the first boy that had fucked her—and certainly much larger than the one she’d just taken.
“Oh, shit!” said the boy now inside her. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!”
Under other circumstances, Glory might have found it amusing. It seemed the boy felt the need to exclaim “Oh, shit!” with every thrust into her. But, actually, she couldn’t agree more. The friction of his larger cock sent shivers of pleasure shooting through her and quite soon, she was nearing her precipice. It was at that point that the door opened and, with a sudden cacophony of noise from outside, more boys came in. How many, she had no way of knowing.
But the thrusting didn’t stop. If anything, it got quicker. Glory heard voices and realized that it was the other boy, probably filling the new arrivals in on the fact that there was free pussy for the fucking. Face burning with abject humiliation, her orgasm hit her, causing her inner muscles to pulse and squeeze on the member in her depths.
“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” continued the boy, and then with one last “Oh, shit!” he shoved forward and emptied himself inside her.
The boys must have formed an orderly line, since, with no fighting amongst them, another boy stepped in as soon as her previous partner left. And then she was being fucked again. This cock long and thin, the boy pounded her like a jackhammer and her second climax hit her hard after less than a minute.
More boys came in and simply got in line. It seemed the word was spreading. Glory’s face burned with embarrassment, but it was driven away by her next climax. And then the next cock. And the next climax. And more cocks and more climaxes.
It was a minute or two after the first bell rang before the boy that had been fucking her finished inside her. She’d long ago lost track of just how many boys had taken her and how many orgasms she’d had. As soon as he withdrew, Glory was free to move again. She pulled away from the wall and grimaced as copious amounts of cum and her own juices leaked from her well used hole. The inside of her legs were already caked in the stuff. She gathered her bag, steeled herself and unlocked the stall door but the last boy had darted out the door just moments before.
Glory needed to clean herself up before class, but a quick check of her phone showed her that she had less than three minutes left. All she could do was swipe at her inner legs real quick with some paper towel and go. She felt as though her insides were sloshing about all the way to history. She sat in pooling sexual fluids for the entire period. She was sure that everyone could smell it, but Mr. Gleeson never said a word.
First break was even worse than the morning had been, since there was already a line of boys when Glory got to the bathroom. Not a word was said as they watched her walk in, close and lock the stall door and press her abused little pussy up to the hole. It was instantly filled.
In the thirteen minutes she had to be there for break, five boys fucked her and she had three climaxes.
At lunch, with a full forty minutes in the stall, Glory was fucked by nearly two dozen boys and had lost track of orgasms after about fifteen. And she realized that she should have been taking off her shoes while in the stall; she didn’t like the idea of standing in the bathroom barefoot, but the sneakers she was wearing were ruined from all the spunk and girlcum that had dripped down into them.
Glory fucked another four boys during afternoon break and then another twelve after school. Her mother said nothing about the smell or the fluid dripping from her crotch onto the leather seat. Glory wasn’t sure if she could be surprised anymore. But she was rather grateful that she could just try to forget about it. She could only hope that the principal decided soon that she had learned her lesson.
“Ah, Miss Rossi,” said Principal McPherson. “I was going to have you called to my office, but since I’ve found you in the halls...”
Glory looked up at him. She’d just come from her detention and was heading to her first period class. As usual, her inner legs were dripping with hastily wiped at cum and her own natural lube, but the man before her said nothing. That was also usual.
“Yes sir?” she asked.
“Well, I just wanted to make sure that you were aware that, even though it’s a half-day today—end of the year and all—I still expect you in detention for the full thirty minutes after classes.” She nodded and he continued, happy that she understood. “I also wanted to let you know that you are free for the summer; I won’t make you come to summer school just to serve your detention. But I do expect you here bright and early for the first day of school next year.”
Some dim part of her wanted to protest, but she’d been expecting it, so she simply nodded once more. “Yes, sir,” she said.
“Good girl,” he said, giving her a gentle pat on the back. “Now, off to class with you. Don’t be late.” And he was gone.
Glory hurried to history as fast as she could manage.
Not a whole lot had changed since she’d started serving her detention near the start of the year. She still had to wear the same overly skimpy clothes. While her former friends were no longer upset with her, they weren’t really her friends anymore. Mr. Gleeson still looked at her disapprovingly everyday. And boys still lined up to fuck her pussy through the hole in the stall wall.
A few things had changed, however. Her breasts had started coming in; they were still small, but definitely there. Likewise, Glory had hips now; her body was doing its best to develop those feminine curves. She’d had a birthday and was now twelve. And she no longer needed to be forced to hold her self up to the hole anymore. Aside from the fact that the entire male half of the student body would be furious at her if she stopped, she’d grown to thoroughly enjoy the string of orgasms their cocks drove her to each day. She’d feel empty without them. She wasn’t sure what she would do during summer vacation.
Glory found her seat and eased herself down into it, turning to face the front as much as her belly would allow. That was something else that had changed; she had to contend with her pregnant belly. She was seven months along, due August 5th. She had no idea who the father was of course. There were nearly seven hundred students at Bear Creek Middle School, and half of those were boys. Glory was fairly certain that she’d fucked most of them. And though she knew some of the youngest, least developed ones didn’t shoot cum, all those that did were potential fathers.
Glory still had no idea what or who made her do the things she did. She didn’t know where the clothes she wore came from, nor did she know why no one else seemed to find them as obscene as she did. She didn’t know when her detention would end—though she felt safe assuming that it would last until she moved on to high school. Even then, that might not be the end of it.
And it was true that Glory was a bit worried about having a baby. But her parents had already told her that they would take care of her child and raise her as Glory’s sister. And, with her detention continuing next year, she expected that this pregnancy wouldn’t be her last. But, she would take it as it came, just like she took the rest of her life.
One thing at a time.
