"Psst. Over here." Judy said to get the girl's attention.

"Who's there?" Wendy Wilson said back in a loud whisper.

It was dark.  Wendy had heard a noise by the woodpile and approached it
tentatively.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Wendy asked.

"Come here.  Come closer." Judy pleaded.

"Come out where I can see you." Wendy demanded.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't have any clothes on."

"Why not?"

"Could you give me yours?"

"I couldn't do that."

"You live in there right?"

"Yeah."

"Well?  You could go in and get another set of clothes to wear, couldn't
you?  I need them right away."

"Why don't I just go in and get you something to wear?"

"Please, I'm in a hurry.  I'll make it worth your while."

"Let me see you first."

"No.  I'm embarrassed. Please just toss me your clothes."

"How do I know if my clothes will fit you?"

"I'm the same size as you. I can tell from here.  Please hurry."

"You'll make it worth my while? How?" Wendy said, unbuttoning her blouse.

"What would you want?"

"Well, I want my clothes back for starters and some money."

"Okay, sure.  How much?"

"Fifty bucks."

"Wow, fifty bucks. Toss it here.  Thanks.  That's kind of steep don't you
think?" Judy said taking the blouse from atop the pile of split wood.

"No, I think it's fair." Wendy said unbuttoning her shorts.

"How about your bra? I'm going to have to run a long way." Judy asked.

"My bra!? Can't you just make do with the blouse?"

"Please. It hurts so much when I run without one."

"It's got to be fifty bucks then."  Wendy said reaching back to unhook her
bra.

"Toss it. Thanks. Okay, fifty bucks. You got it. How are the shorts and
underwear coming?"

"Underwear!? You don't need�"

"Com'on, fifty bucks! I think I'm renting the underwear too." Judy
insisted.

"Geez, when do I get my things back?"

"Tomorrow.  I know where you live. I'll bring them back tomorrow I promise.
Thanks, this is fitting just fine.  Are the shoes and socks ready yet?"
Judy said from behind the wood. "By the way, can I make that a fifty dollar
gift certificate?"

"Like for where?"

"I know some people at different department stores around town. I might be
able to get the certificate at an employee rate and we both come out
winners. Oh these shoes will fit. Thanks, this is great of you to help me
out." Then Judy came around from behind the woodpile. 

Wendy was standing in a huddle with one arm across her breasts and the
other hand covering her pubs as much as possible.

"I've got to make tracks.  Thanks again. What did you say your name was?"

"Wendy."

"Thank you Wendy, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, what about the fifty bucks?"

"How does The GAP sound?"

"Okay." Wendy called back into the woods in the direction that Judy's voice
was trailing off in.

^Shit.^ Wendy thought. ^Now I've got to get some clothes on myself!^

She went to the door of her house and found it locked. She went around to a
window to try to catch someone. She saw her brother with a couple of his
buddies.  She tried to duck back out of sight, but one of them had caught
her image before she could hide.

Her brother and his friends rushed to the window. Wendy danced in the yard
wondering what to do and which way to go. While she was holding her arms
tight against her body to hide her nudity, and before she could decide, a
camera flashed.

^Oh shit. Oh shit!^  She realized, ^They're gonna come on out and torment
me.^

She dropped her arms and ran into the woods along the trail that ran behind
the houses of her neighbors.  She didn't want to stop for help too close to
her house, because her brother and friends would surely catch up to her to
humiliate and embarrass her unmercifully. She could not go too far down the
path either or she would end up at a housing complex. 

She heard voices and ducked into a clump of bushes.  A couple of her
brother's friends went jogging by, talking about her as they passed.

^It is starting to get chilly,^ she began to realize, ^and it is going to
start to get light eventually. I've got to do something.^ She looked around
and then approached the house in front of her. 

She looked in.  Lights were on, but no one was to anywhere be seen. She
walked around to the side, still no one inside.  Then she walked around to
the other side where the driveway and garage were, still no one.  She was
ready to go through some bushes to the house next door when a car turned
into the driveway lighting up her naked body as it drove in.  Wendy stood
shocked, her arms out to the sides, legs apart, ready to move in any
direction, but could not decide. The car stopped, keeping its lights on.

A girl got out of the passenger seat and called out, "Hey you. What are you
doing there?"

Wendy darted for a car in a carport.

"We can see you. Why are you sneaking around my house?" the girl asked
sternly.

Her boyfriend got out and walked up next to her. "You go that way and I'll
go this way." He said.

Wendy bolted to the next object of cover, a boat on a trailer. "Don't come
any closer. Please!" She called out.

The girl and her boyfriend stopped.  "Come out of there then." She called
back.

"No, I can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't have any clothes on."

"Why not?"

"I gave them to someone else."

"Right." The girl said sarcastically. "Why would you do that?"

"She was naked and needed them."

"That doesn't make any sense. Why would you give up your clothes to someone
else that was naked so you'd have to be the one running around in the nude
instead?"

"She is going to give me fifty bucks."

"A friend of yours?"

"Ah, no."

"What's her name?"

"Ah, I don't know."

"You're going to have to come out and talk to us if you want us to get you
any clothing to wear."  The boyfriend demanded.

"Please, can't you give me anything to wear first?"

"How about handing over the fifty bucks then." The girl said.

"Ah, I don't have it. It is going to be a gift certificate for The GAP."

"A lot of good that does you now. Looks like you have to do what we say if
you want any help from us." The girl said.

"Okay, but please don't look."

"Right. Like you've got a choice." The girl observed.

Wendy started to come around the boat hugging her body for modesty until
she began to hear the faint voices of her brother's friends walking back
complaining about losing her.

"Whose that? Anybody you know?"

"It's some guys after me."

"So, do you want to go with them, or cooperate with us?" She challenged.

"With that Wendy stepped out from around the boat, looked anxiously in the
direction of the voices getting closer and said, "I'll cooperate, just
please don't let them know I'm here."

"That is a lot of requests for someone who has nothing to offer." The
boyfriend said.

"Please, could I have some of your clothes?" Wendy asked.

"Let us see you first, take your hands away." The boyfriend insisted.

Wendy took her arms down and held one hand in the other down if front of
her while the two circled her and ogled her nude beauty.

"Now, could I please have some of your clothes?" Wendy said padding in
place.

"Go ahead Mel, give her something." The boyfriend suggested.

"You'd like that wouldn't you." Melody said.

"Yeah, let's see if your body compares with hers." He challenged.

Melody seemed to spark from the challenge.  She was proud of her body,
nineteen years old, fully developed breasts on an athletic body.  Her
boyfriend Peter was sparing in his compliments to her, but he often
demonstrated that he admired it. It was just that he had too much of a
roving eye for Melody's tastes. She wanted to win this showdown with Wendy
who was pretty enough, but not as athletic looking, so she peeled off her
clothes in a pile without offering them to Wendy.

"The bra and panties too, let's make it fair." Peter said.

Melody rolled her eyes and groaned, but complied.  She stood proudly with
one hand on her hip, all her weight on that leg, daring her boyfriend to
pick Wendy over her.  Peter put his chin in his hands and walked around the
two making a serious comparison between them.

"Humm, I think it's a tie." Peter declared.

"What!?" Melody said in shock and then anger.

"She has nicer tits and you have nicer legs." He said to his girlfriend.

Melody thought she had pretty nice breasts too, but was glad she won the
lower body face off.  "What's wrong with my breasts?" She challenged.

"Oh, nothing." Peter said. "I like them alright, but there is something
about these�" He said while hefting Wendy's breast.

"Hey!" Wendy said backing away.

"I just can't decide who gets to wear the clothes." He said.

"They're my clothes." Melody protested in shock at his trying to take
ownership of them.

"No, they go to the one of you who pleases me the most." He said picking
them up and holding them up and away from her.

"Hey, I'm your girlfriend. She's a naked stranger running in the woods."
Melody reminded.

"Sure but she came here for your help.  It would please me to see you be a
little more generous right now." He said.

"Go to hell. Give me back my clothes.  Give them back to me right now!"

"I think with your attitude She gets to wear them." He said handing them to
Wendy and stiff-arming Melody in the process.

While Melody and Peter faced off and argued, Wendy quickly put on Melody's
clothes and when she was dressed, she yelled "thank you" as she ran back to
her house.

Peter laughed while Melody flailed away at his upper arms.

"Well, if you're gonna be that way, I'll just take off." Peter finally
said, and went for his car.

"No, wait!" Melody screamed hitting his hood as he backed out. "Come back
here, you asshole!" She screamed as he squealed his tires in leaving.

^Oh shit, now what?^ Melody panicked.

She tried the door, but her key was still in her clothes. She was alone
this weekend in her family's home hoping to have quality make out time with
Peter while her parents were away on vacation. Now she was locked out until
she could get a key. This phantom naked wood nymph had come to her house
and run off with her clothes and her only means of entrance. The only other
key she knew about was the one her parents exchanged with the neighbors
across the street, if they still had it.

^Oh no not that!^ She realized. The Johnson's were nice enough. Mrs.
Johnson seemed pretty progressive in her dress and demeanor and Melody had
always looked up to her. Mr. Johnson, however, started to make her feel
uncomfortable from the time her body filled out in high school. Now that
she was in community college, and technically of legal age, Mr. Johnson was
frequently commenting on her looks and making passes at her, which she
constantly had to rebuff.

^Maybe I can just get Mrs. Johnson to come to the door without Mr.
Johnson.^ She hoped and decided to cross the street and try. As luck would
have it, the first three times she tried to cross, a car would come by with
headlights threatening to incriminate her in her condition. She ended up
scurrying back to her house like a squirrel.

When she crossed successfully, she went to try the front doorbell, but
another car sent her scurrying around to the side of the house. The chilly
air nipped at her nipples, and her juices flowed from the sensations of the
night air on her skin and the changing textures of the ground on her bare
feet. She followed it around to peer over the fence into the backyard.
Padding in place she saw people in the Johnson's hot tub.

With their backs to her and just the tops of the heads exposed, all she
could see was a female hairdo, and it didn't look like Mrs. Johnson. Then
she saw female clothing draped over one of the chairs between her and the
spa. She felt a sudden pang of guilt wash over her as she contemplated
sneaking up to the chairs and pilfering what she needed. Being more
concerned for her nudity than getting into her house for the moment, she
slowly and ever so carefully opened the gate. Once inside, she stealthily
moved in a crouch over to the deck keeping the chair between her and the
spa. At the edge of the deck she approached the chair on hands and knees
when suddenly she felt something poke at her nether lips.

She turned to sit and face her attacker. It was the Johnson's friendly
golden retriever. When it dove for her pussy from the front to give it a
couple of snorts and maybe a lick, Melody pulled its head up and tried to
scratch it around the ears, "There, there Sandy, nice to see you too," she
whispered. But, the dog wanted to sniff her snatch more than receive the
attention around the ears and kept diving for Melody's female scent. Melody
had neither the strength to fend it off nor the daring to fight harder
fearing she might draw attention to her presence, so she crawled quickly to
the chair and slowly reached up while Sandy licked and snorted furiously
along her pussy. She turned again and put on the underwear panties but
Sandy licked through them. Then she put on the shorts, and then Sandy
started to lick her nipples. She pulled on the tube-top and then Sandy
licked her face. She grabbed the shoes, got up, and made a mad dash for the
gate with Sandy bounding along behind her. When she slammed the gate to
keep Sandy in, she heard a voice from the spa call out, "Who's there?"

She started to run down the driveway when the spa inhabitants approached
the gate. As she hopped to pull on the last shoe, a car turned into the
driveway. It was the Johnson's. For the moment she was trapped between the
Johnson's and the naked group at the gate to the backyard. Mr. Johnson got
out first and while walking around to open the car door for his wife he
asked, "Hey Mel. Nice outfit. What are you doing over here this late at
night?" Melody proceeded to tell him she needed the key to her house while
the naked strangers bolted out of the backyard with their clothes in their
hands.

"Whose that?" Mrs. Johnson asked.

"I don't know. I thought it was you guys." Melody explained. Fortunately,
the dim light didn't reveal her blushing skin color, but there was no
hiding her rock hard nipples poking out through the thin material of the
stretchy tube-top.

The group from the hot tub made it to their car. All got in except the
naked girl whose clothes Melody had ripped off. She was screaming softly
but insistently to be let in. The boys would open the door and as she would
start to get in they would pull the car ahead and then stop. This game went
on for a while until someone rolled down the window and said to the naked
victim, "What'll you give me if I let you in, Rache?"

Rachel replied, "Com'on this isn't funny. Let me in."

"We dare you to go through that park, and we'll pick you up on the other
side. We promise."

"That's no fair." Rachel protested. "I am already on a dare to get in a
stranger's hot tub naked with you guys."

"It will get you extra bonus points for the end of the contest."

"You'll be there � on the other side � at Oak and Lane?"

"At Oak and Lane; we'll be waiting."

"You promise." Rachel said as the window rolled up and they were off.

^Oh shit! This could be dangerous.^ She realized. ^What if a stranger comes
out and attacks me.^ Her only hope, she realized at this point, was to make
her way across the wooded park and not be seen. ^Those assholes better be
waiting for me or I'll �^

Her thoughts were interrupted by voices coming her way. She ducked into a
frog squat under the cover of bushes at the corner of the last house on the
block before crossing the street to the park. The couple came to a stop at
the corner and embraced in a long drawn out passionate kiss. Rachel was
trapped for the moment. If she were to get up from her squat the street
light would reflect off of her white skin, especially her milky white
breasts and pubic areas inside her well defined tan lines. While she
waited, a curious cat came meandering up to her and leaned against her for
friction in passing. When the warm Rachel did nothing, the cat turned and
walked beneath her arching and swaying her back to keep in contact with
Rachel's own pussy as it passed under her. Rachel uttered a groan and
immediately covered her mouth with both hands.

"Did you hear something?" The woman on the sidewalk asked breaking from the
embrace she was enjoying with her male partner.

"It's probably just some animal or something." The man said and re-embraced
her for another kiss.

Meanwhile, the cat had turned and wanting to rub its back against the warm
human again slithered underneath this time from the rear. Rachel couldn't
get her hand down in time to stop it so she tried to quell her utterances,
"ah, ah, eeeeeeee �" instead.

This time the man stopped the kiss. "That is one strange sounding animal.
Maybe it is sick or rabid."

"Maybe it is wounded." She added.

The sensations for Rachel were so surprising and intense that by the time
the tail grazed her spread pussy pedals she got faint and fell over into
the bushes making a loud crackling sound.

"My god, whatever it is, it sounds like a big bugger. Let's go." The man
advised.

Rachel started to remove the poking branches from her side when the cat
came by for a sideways lean into her pussy again. She was too weak to shoo
it away and didn't want to bring the couple back so she let the cat's fur
glide along her nether region and legs one more time. She was propelled
into a state of bliss. "Hey! Where are you going?" She whispered a scream
of shock at the now bored cat. "Get back here!" But the cat had its own
agenda, which no longer included rubbing up against this human.

Rachel tried to rub the sexual itch away herself, but then realized that
the guys would be waiting for her at the other side of the park, at least
for a while. She got back up in a crouch and looked around, her head
feverish from the stimulation, her pussy itching for relief, and her side
smarting from the branches poking her in her fall. She watched for the
occasional car and made a beeline across the street under the light. Her
breasts bobbled so she held them with her hands as she moved in a stealthy
crouch. When she got to the park she realized she had the choice of
crossing the open field where the sunbathers, Frisbee tossers, and dog
walkers all shared the open space during the day, the path along the edge
that the joggers and amblers shared at all hours, or go directly through
the woods that was crisscrossed with trails but none lit or any that would
directly traverse the park. She hid just off the path in the woods trying
to decide which way to go.

Off across the green grass she could see no one as far as the streetlights
would go. Along the paved path no one could be seen in either direction.
And, the woods would provide the most cover, but there was no telling what
it might do to her bare feet and legs. She decided to follow the paved
path, which although it provided immediate cover should she need to duck
into the woods, it was longer than straight across the green area.

She started off, trying to run but finding the need to stay more on the
balls of her feet on the pavement. She wanted to cover her nudity with an
arm across her breasts and a hand over her bikini area, but found that she
needed to cradle each breast in a hand to maintain maximum progress. As the
path curved, she hoped she would end up at Oak and Lane where her ride
would be waiting. It was more difficult to be certain in the dark only
occasionally punctuated by overhead lighting. She slowed to a walk to think
about the direction she was going. As she was deciding if she was heading
the right way, she became surrounded by a swirl of friendly dogs. There
were only two, but it seemed like twenty as they ran around her barking,
jumping, and sniffing. When she tried to calm one down, the other poked its
snout in the area of her unfulfilled excitement. She would turn to deal
with that one and the other would snort a whiff. 

To her horror she heard a man's voice whistling and calling the dogs. She
wanted to run for cover, but the dogs energetically bounding around her
effectively prevented her escape. "Here Rooster, here Bull." The man
called. One dog jumped up and Rachel held his paws while it licked her neck
and chin. The other dog was running its hairy snout up the insides of her
legs tracing the extent of the scent her excitement had left. "Down boy,
come here Bull." The man ordered as he got close enough to apologize and
introduce himself as Randy. "I'm sorry for that. My boys get as excited
seeing a beautiful naked woman alone outdoors at night as I do."

Rachel rushed to cover herself from the young man's glare. "Thank you
Randy. Can you hold your dogs while I get going? I have to meet my ride
before it leaves."

"What, are you a streaker or something?"

"Yes, kind of. It is on a dare."

"Oh, I see. Well, this is not the best place to be at this time of night.
Maybe I should accompany you to keep you safe."

There was something about his voice that made Rachel think it was the best
thing to do under the circumstances. "That would be nice, would you let me
wear your tee-shirt?"

"I thought you were in the park on a dare. That wouldn't be honoring the
challenge now would it?"

Rachel could appreciate the logic in that, and he hadn't forced himself on
her as yet. "Okay," she said as she turned to go, her arm across her
breasts and a hand over her furry triangle, "it is this way I think." She
said with a head nod. She walked on as fast as she could impatient to reach
the waiting car and wanting to minimize the view she was giving the man
behind her of the muscles in her legs and the jiggle in her butt cheeks.

Randy caught up to her and laid the end of a dog's leash over her shoulder.
"Here, hold onto this. Then anyone coming by will know you are with me."

Rachel was perplexed by the directive but removed her hand from her pubis
to take the leash since he was still behind her. Now that she was walking
instead of jogging she was painfully aware that the man was enjoying the
sides of her breasts squeezing out from around her arm and hand. Then came
the other leash over the other shoulder. 

"Here, you should take this too. After all I am doing you a favor of
providing you protection until you reach your ride."

Rachel didn't want to release the last hold on her modesty by grabbing the
leash and let it fell to the ground.

"Well? Fairs, fair." He insisted.

Rachel bent down to pick it up spilling her breasts into his view.

"I don't know why you were trying to hide such a beautiful pair as those."
He said embarrassing her.

Rachel was pulled right and left by the dogs eager to sniff as many places
along the way as they could before their master would take them home.
Rachel pulled back on them to keep making forward progress toward the
waiting car. Her new bodyguard watched amused as she struggled to go on. He
grew excited watching her move immodestly forward in fits and spurts. He
wanted to touch her bounding breasts and feel how hard her erect nipples
were. He wanted to stroke her furry lips as the dogs pulled her into wider
strides. But, much to Rachel's relief she finally saw the guys leaning back
on the car under a streetlight waiting for her to show up.

"Here," she said handing the leash handles to the gentleman, "that's my
ride. Thank you."

There was still twenty yards to go so he said, "Let me meet them to make
sure everything is going to be okay." And didn't accept the dog leashes
back. 

Rachel, a bit frustrated, growing humiliated, and still completely
embarrassed, continued all the way to the car and tried to hand them back
again.

"Who's this Rache?" One of the guys asked.

"This is Randy. He saw that I made it across the park okay."

"Hi Randy. What did Rachel pay you for that service?"

Randy smiled. "Are you going to be okay?" He said in a brotherly way.
Rachel nodded, but the guys were still waiting for the answer so he said,
"I enjoyed the view." Rachel blushed and looked down while the dogs pulled
at her arms in different directions.

"Rache, he likes the view. I think you should pay the man some more." 

"Com'on. Let's go. You promised."

"Yes, but we didn't count on you getting help. The dare isn't complete
until you pay the man completely for your service. I think you should dance
for him. Jimbo, put on some music." 

"You can't make me do that. I mean what do you want me to do? I already
went on two dares and I only needed to do one."

"Yes, but we were interrupted on the first one and you didn't go across the
park alone on the second one. Let's say you dance for us and we call it
complete."

"What? Out here? Under the light from the street?"

"Sure. If the cops or somebody threatening comes along we'll all hop in and
make tracks back to the lodge. Go on, move."

"Geez, this isn't part of the initiation. I think this is going too far."

"I'd get moving if you want us to vote you high marks for cooperation and
follow through." The guy warned.

So with a pained expression, Rachel started a little movement with her arms
straight down in front of her and body language showing everyone she was
mortified to be doing it in public in front of varying degrees of
strangers.

"That's it." The guy encouraged. "Loosen up a bit. Look like you enjoy
doing it. It always gives the dancer higher marks. Okay, now put your hands
behind or over your head. It makes your tits look perkier."

Rachel put her hands on her tits. She wanted to block the eager eyes
staring at them.

"If you are going to touch them, play with them." 

She took her hands away.

"Now look up. Smile. Brush your hair back out of the way of your face."

She pulled her hair back and left her hands behind her neck. Her movements
started to become more fluid now.

"You don't have to open your eyes, but look like you are enjoying this."

She opened her eyes and surveyed the tenting shorts and trousers she had
created. When she saw a couple of leering turned on expressions, she closed
them again to block them out, but not from her mind as she started to feel
the tension building up between her legs again to the point the cat had
left her with.  Rooster and Bull were leaping at the end of their leashes.

"Okay, this is good. You've got everyone excited, including the dogs. Now
touch yourself."

She opened her eyes in shock.

"Touch yourself. Do it, if you don't want us to touch you."

She cupped her breasts looking for reassurance as she continued to grind to
the music.

"Play with your nipples."

She did so. With her eyes closed again. She wanted to touch them by this
point anyway.

"Now touch your cunt."

She opened her eyes again in horror.

"You know, take your hands and pull the lips apart and show Randy how much
you appreciate what he did for you."

The guy made a motion that he was going to come towards her so she widened
her knees and showed the pink inside her cunt lips. She felt moist and
worried that they may see her juice as she did so.

"Now stroke it. Stroke it like you would pet a pussy."

She closed her eyes. The pussy reference was too much for her to resist
getting her hand into the action. With eyes closed she stroked her snatch
and pinched her nipples not caring any longer that she had an audience or
that she was out in public, albeit late at night. She was really getting
into it and so were the hungry eyes watching her.

"That's good, real good." The guy encouraged. "Hey man. Hey Randy where are
you going?"

Randy was flushed and nervous. "Gotta go." He pulled on his dogs. "Thanks
Rachel. See you later." He said in a hurry to get some private time.

"Yeah, in your dreams, I suspect." The guy said where Randy couldn't hear.
"Okay Rache. You can stop now."

"Hunh?" She said incredulous, continuing to stroke herself but with her
eyebrows raised and her eyes and mouth wide open.

"You paid him enough. He left."

"Oooooo." She whined still stroking only slower.

"Save some for the finale later." The guy said holding his hand out for her
to come along with him.

Rachel finally stopped, tried to shake it off with a full body shudder, and
pulled her sweaty locks out of her face. On the way to the lodge she just
stared out into space wondering what the finale would be like.

Cars were parked every which way in the trees as the regular parking spots
were all used up. This was the Hanson family lodge and Hoagie Hanson was a
fraternity brother who let his fraternity, the Sigma Epsilon Xi's, use the
lodge for special occasions while he was in school. After he graduated, he
continued to allow the fraternity to use it as long as they returned it to
a state that they found it in and that he could be present. At age 39 he
had seen many of the Beta Delt ceremonies. This was the one where a class
leader was chosen for the freshmen pledges. The Beta Delta Phi's often
solicited the cooperation of the Sigma Epsilon Xi's for their sorority
initiations and other rituals. 

"Tonight you girls were sent out on dares along with your observers and
graded on guts and difficultly or as we like to call it, 'style and
technical merit.'" Announced the Exalted High Priestess of the Sisterhood
over an old microphone and Fender amp set up. She addressed the group of
Beta Delt's and Sigma Ep's from in front of the large fireplace whose
opening was almost as high up from the ground as she was tall. Fraternity
and sorority members crowded in front of her making the area a kind of
stage. Those that wanted a better view also looked down from the railing
around the horseshoe shaped hall of the second floor that ringed the open
middle area of the lodge.

The participants were led in and lined up facing the members in the
traditional Beta Delt ceremonial uniform, a red ribbon bowtie, red bikini
top, red mini skirt, over black garter, smoke stockings, red panties, red
high heels, and red ribbons tied in bows on their wrists.

"One of you chickened out all together and has elected to leave our
hallowed group. The rest of you are discovering what it takes to go from
babes in the woods to women of the world." Applause punctuated her remarks.
She was the picture of a house leader in her black leather dominatrix
outfit complete with exposed hard nipples poking through circular openings
in her shiny metal chain and black leather bra.

"I see here some of you left with your clothes and returned with new
clothes on, and others left with clothes and returned without any. I am
sure we are all anxious to hear the stories, aren't we?" Whistles joined
the applause.

"Now that you have completed the compulsory section we will move on in a
moment to freestyle." The girls shuffled and acted a little nervous.
"Remember, the winner will be the class High Princess and will only take
orders from an upper-class High Princess, or of course, Me." A couple of
girls looked back at her over their shoulders at her. "Since nobody has
challenged any reigning High Princesses tonight in a dare, we are here
merely to crown the leader for your class." Judy stood up straighter,
determined she would be the one. "Now we will have one spokesperson from
each observing group come up here and advocate for their candidate." With
that, the High Priestess stepped aside.

The judges were the other High Princesses, and as a token of appreciation,
the prefects of the fraternity had a voice but no votes. They listened to
the tales of dares accepted and carried out to one degree or another. The
girls had to perform the dares to stay in the sorority, but only a few of
them wanted to compete to the extent of winning the rank of High Princess
and accepted more challenging dares to get extra points for difficulty,
such as Cheryl.

"Our Cheryl had some difficulty at first." The spokesperson for her
observing group began. "Cheryl comes from Iowa, is it? And although she was
her high school class president for several years, I don't think she has
ever exposed herself to others, maybe even a boyfriend." Cheryl looked back
as if to set the record straight on that last remark. "So, when she took a
dare from the high difficulty hat to gain extra points, she may not have
realized what she was in for. Isn't that right Cheryl?" Cheryl looked
around quickly, blushed, and looked down.

"As you recall, Cheryl was to take this here boom box and crash a party
with more than twelve people in attendance, play the tape and take off her
clothes. Then she was to dance for at least one song completely naked
before hightailing it out of there. The plan was for there to be confusion
long enough that she could get through a song completely before any action
was taken to stop her. We stopped at a house with lots of cars and Cheryl
almost called it off, but a little reminder of how much fun she would have
in the next three and a half years as a Beta Delt convinced her to go ahead
with it." Applause with whistles broke out. "Yes our Cheryl crept around
past the backyard into the woods at the edge to assess the situation. A
party was underway with couples we could see through the sliding glass
doors from our vantage point in the trees. She boldly went in, but on
wobbly legs, set the player down on the end of a finger food table, and
punched play." 

Cheryl looked around the main room in the lodge out of the top of her eyes
to see how people were reacting to her story being told. 

"There was already music playing, so that became an area of confusion for
her. She looked back for clarification, or maybe it was just to get
permission to call it off; we'll never know, because when we waved her on
she turned back toward the gathering and gyrated slightly to the music that
was already playing as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse."

The careful observer in the lodge could see Cheryl's nipples poking through
the thin material of the bikini top as the embarrassing events were being
told. Cheryl was keenly aware of this development and tried to will them
down. It was humiliating enough to stand in front of her schoolmates in
sexy revealing attire having them hear about her earlier embarrassing
events of the evening. Like the other girls, she was a freshman away at
school for the first time. They wanted the connections and fun that the
sorority would bring them, but these exhibitionism dares were pushing them
way out of their comfort zones.

"She was noticed by only a couple of guys at first. They moved forward and
effectively blocked the sight of her from most of the partiers. You should
have seen the expressions on those mugs when our Cheryl stepped out of her
skirt and had nothing on underneath. Soon others were poking their heads
between them to see what all the excitement was all about. I have to say
our Cheryl danced with her hands trying to cover the important areas. We
forgot to make that part clear. Our two guys came to the rescue by
approaching her and each grabbing a hand to shake 'Hello.' Cheryl kept on
dancing, even though she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, I'm sure,
until a serious type approached and asked what the hell was going on. I
suppose she could have said she was a Strip-O-Gram or something and
completed the song, but her lack of logical comeback had the boom box
placed in her arms and her clothes tossed at her as she was asked to leave
before the cops got there.

"That was not cool. She tried the dare but she didn't get to complete it so
we had to improvise to get a completed one. We drove around thinking � oh,
and she didn't get dressed in the car at our request. Give her extra points
there. � we drove around and decided that all she needed to do really was
to do a nude dance to a complete song so we drove out further to the Boar's
Head Tavern and asked the barkeep if our Cheryl could dance a number in the
bar, no charge."

Cheryl started fidgeting noticeably with what she knew was coming next.

"He said sure, but make it quick because they were not zoned for it. Well,
Cheryl got up on a corner platform reserved for a small band on some other
night, pulled off the work shirt from the trunk of the car, and we put
money in the jukebox. We luckily found the long version of 'Peel Me, Feel
Me, Love Me' and Cheryl danced for the whole thing."

There was a pause like that was the end of the story. Cheryl looked back to
insist on the epilogue.

"Oh, and our Cheryl will want me to also mention that she was cornered on
that stage by the rowdy appreciative flannel shirt and jeans crowd for
another couple of songs until the barkeep felt he had to put a stop to it
all so his place wouldn't get shut down."

Cheryl looked pleased.

"That should be good for extra points too."

Cheryl looked up and down the line thinking that maybe she was the
front-runner at this point.

Judy initially thought she was on top because she had outwitted another
person out of her clothes. She thought that would demonstrate that she
should be the leader. When she got back and found that her humiliation was
nothing compared to the others and saw how overcoming embarrassment was
prized in this competition, she became desperate to figure out ways to make
up ground.

When each group was through recounting and advocating for their charge, the
High Priestess went on to explain the elimination round. She explained that
she would toss out dares and anybody that didn't want to follow through
with it could be excused from the selection process for High Princess.
Everybody knew that the High Princesses gave the orders rather than
followed them, and if you successfully met all challenger dares in the
succeeding years, you became the Honorable Exalted High Priestess in your
senior year to serve as the highest authority over everyone else in the
sorority.

The seven finalists stood nervously in a row padding in place awaiting
their fate.

"I dare you to dance to this music." The Honorable High Priestess said over
the makeshift PA.

All seven girls danced in place as if they were with partners on a
nightclub dance floor. Judy realized from the accounts of the other girls
that she had better up the ante or she would be out of the running for High
Princess, so she tried to dance as provocatively as she could by grabbing
her breasts and crotch as she moved.

"I dare you to turn and face me while flipping up your skirts in back."

All of the pledges complied and some like Judy and Cheryl scissored their
knees to rock their hips in a sensuous manner. It was becoming apparent who
wanted to win the most.

"Now I dare you to turn and face your school mates and hold up your
breasts."

A couple girls were growing uneasy with this, but all complied. Judy,
Cheryl, Rachel, and Kelly all wobbled their breasts and Judy even kissed
one of hers.

"Okay, now I dare you to take off those tops."

They had all been naked as part of their compulsory dare but one girl
decided that it was still too much to do it in front of so many classmates
that she would see throughout her college career and bugged out to become
part of the audience. The six remaining girls reluctantly displayed a nice
variety of breasts, all of them young and perky ranging from grapefruit
halves to three quarter honeydew melons in size.

"Nice wouldn't you say?" She asked the audience. They acknowledged with
whistles and applause. 

Some girls just kept on dancing timidly. All showed the blush of
embarrassment about their heads, necks and chests, but Judy led a few in
playing with their tits in provocative ways, pinching nipples, licking
their areolas, and flopping them alternately up and down with their hands.
It was obvious to the observers that Judy, Cheryl, and Rachel at least were
going to go the limit come hell or high water. Kelly and the others might
just go on to see how far they could go. For them, this humiliation and
embarrassment were growing increasingly less worth it. As time went on it
was easier to be nearly naked in front of the students they would see in
passing, in classes, and at parties, but the Exalted High Priestess kept
notching up the humiliation past the growing comfort to in an effort to
select the bravest woman of the group to be the class leader and part of
her administrative court.

"Okay scrubs it's time to pull down your underwear."

All but Judy hesitated, but all eventually did carefully step out of their
red undies dropping them an arm's length behind on top of the bikini tops.
Their expressions now ranged from competitive to ultra nervous with
pronounced blushing. Kelly, for example felt a particular naughtiness
combined with vulnerability knowing that all that prevented everyone in the
room from seeing her hairy pussy was a short flared skirt as they continued
to dance and flirt with exposing their most private body zone to an anxious
and eager group.

Now everyone in the room wanted to see under the short skirts. The dancing
produced what they believed were glimpses of the targets of their
imaginations and many of them thought they now knew who dyed their hair and
who was sporting their natural color. Judy wanted the attention to be
focused on her so she flashed the group a couple of quick times. It worked
the way she wanted for a moment, but then the members present spread their
attention over the others after a couple of Judy's flashes causing her to
go down the line and flip up the skirts of everyone else to even things
out. This made the other competitors angry with her and they tried to fight
off her offending hands when they knew what she was up to.

"Cat Fight! Cat Fight!" some of the audience yelled.

"Okay girls." The High Priestess announced to calm things down. "Now I dare
you to remove those skirts."

"Noooo o o  o   o" The girl, Nancy, next to Kelly whined.

"Com'on. Hang in there. They've seen it now already." Kelly reminded her.

Kelly reached for Nancy's skirt while Nancy had her hands over her face and
unwrapped it for her before she could stop her. Nancy opened her eyes wide
looking down in horror realizing that she was now naked except for
stockings, garter, and heels in front of a room full of people. She rushed
to cover up and turned toward the fireplace as the others removed their
skirts, trying nonchalantly to cover their breasts and pubic areas, all
except Judy that is. 

"Nice job girls. You are making this tough for me. Okay, now face the
front, feet shoulder width apart and your hands clasped behind your heads."

Nancy was hands and knees at this point trying to find her underwear
panties and bikini top on the floor while trying to do something about
hiding her hanging breasts as she searched. Then she rushed to the back of
the room holding the clothes against the front of her body to dress. She
was through with it all.

"Well now, only one of you has dropped out with this. I'm impressed." The
High Priestess congratulated. "Okay, this should stir things up, cameras
are now allowed."

Kelly's hands immediately dropped, as did the girl next to her and they
quickly searched for their things and went to the back to dress. This left
Judy, Rachel, and Cheryl. Judy was bound and determined to be crowned while
Rachel and Cheryl remained because they felt that with all of the
humiliation they had already endured that they had better have something to
show for it.

"Well now, three brave candidates, all worthy to be High Priestess. This is
sizing up to be quite a contest don't you think? This was answered with
applause whistles, and now camera flashes.

As soon as the flashes started, Rachel rethought her decision to remain a
challenger and quickly joined the others in the audience.

"And then there were two. I'm not sure what it is going to take to get one
of you to concede, but we're going to find out. Okay Jim are your boys
ready?"

A frat brother signaled people in the back. In walked eight freshmen in
just their tee shirts and underwear.

"Ummm good. Okay girls, I dare you to get these boys up and milk them dry.
There are two of you and eight of them. Let's see who can produce the most
milk."

Judy and Cheryl were each handed a wine carafe. Chairs were brought out and
lined up where the seven girls had been. The freshmen pledges tried to look
anywhere from eager to nonchalant about their participation in the
initiation, but they were all secretly anxious about being exposed and made
to perform in front of their peers. Judy picked the pledge with the biggest
bulge to do first, thinking the bigger the bulge, the more cum. Cheryl
picked whom she thought was the horniest, thinking the hornier, the more
cum built up. The pledges were lined up in front of the chairs and told to
face the group, drop trow, and sit down.

The girls went to work getting their first choices hard. Judy chose to rub
her body parts on the young man's genitals while Cheryl gave her bull a tit
to suck while she stroked his genitals with her hand. Both techniques
worked and most of the other pledges were getting hard just watching and
imagining it was happening to them. Judy bent down with her ass sticking
out to the watchers, thinking it is now or never, using her thumb to stroke
the underside of her bull's cock, while Cheryl stood behind hers mashing
her breasts around his neck as she used her fingers on the underside of his
cock. A guy next to Cheryl reached over and started to stroke her nipple
while lightly stroking his own cock. The two guys on either side of Judy
each pulled a cheek apart to show more brown and pink to the cheering
audience. 

Cheryl caught her bull's semen in the carafe and held it up for inspection.
Judy almost missed the opportunity from being distracted by the
manipulations on her behind but managed to get the majority of it resolving
to be more attentive the next time.

They each went on to the next one. It became more of a problem for them
though, as the other pledges crowded in around them and pawed their flesh.
Judy came before her bull did from the sniffing and licking one guy was
doing between her legs along her snatch. Cheryl was close to coming several
times and had to stop for moments to will the frigging she was getting away
or to mentally help the clumsy fiddler give her the needed orgasm.

Each of the girls came several times by the time they were down to the last
two bulls. All of the pledges on the stage were tired and spent except for
the last two. Judy rushed to get the one whose cock was already at full
staff while Cheryl was left with the embarrassed one she found covering his
limp soldier with a hanging wrist. Judy got right to work milking her bull
with all of the energy she had left while Cheryl slowed down and grew
tender with hers. She knew the heightened humiliation and embarrassment he
was enduring right now. She sat straddling his lap and hugged her breasts
into his face. She wasn't sure if she felt a stirring or not so she
whispered in his ear. He started to gobble her breasts audibly. Then she
slid off his lap hiding his tool from nearly everyone in the lodge with her
body and sucked it into her mouth. Chairs being moved and the sound of
people jockeying for position were the only things heard beyond Judy's mock
moaning and groaning to keep her bull on task. 

Cheryl bobbed her head up and down the lad's shaft. It was impossible to
tell if he was hard or she was carefully holding her head and artfully
sucking so that it would appear that he was. Meanwhile, Judy had finished
her bull and joined the others in trying to figure out what exactly was
happening. The lad's head went back; he held the sides of the chair with
his hands; his legs went straight out on either side of Cheryl inviting her
in. His eyes rolled up. Still everyone couldn't be sure if they were seeing
the real deal or an incredibly well carried out act. The guy finally lunged
his hips up pushing his cock into Cheryl's face. She met it with each
lunge. The room was completely quiet except for his groans and Cheryl's
moans. She kept her mouth around his staff as he began to relax and
luxuriate. When she eventually got up she smiled to the rapt audience. They
saw that he was limp. The brothers and sisters let out a sigh of collective
disappointment and sat back down.

Cheryl held her carafe up next to Judy's for everyone to see. If it wasn't
a tie, then Judy's might have just a little more it was determined. Cheryl
held hers up to the audience, smiled and spit out the cum she had been
holding in her mouth. The room exploded into applause, whistles, and
cheers. The lad who's cum she was holding sat up straighter in his chair
with his arms crossed and smiled proudly.

"All right!" The High Priestess announced. "It looks like we have a tie."

Cheryl approached Judy, took her carafe, and combined the contents of hers
into Judy's. She swirled it and held it up over her head to examine it from
all angles and then announced, "I dare you to drink all of this in one
breath." She handed it to Judy who looked at it down from the opening, then
the sides, and from the bottom trying to decide how badly she wanted to
become the High Princess. She imagined what it would be like to drink it
and had a visible gag response from the thought of it.

A pin could be heard dropping it was so quiet. Judy stood with her left arm
resting across her lower ribs just below her breasts and held the carafe
out from her body with her right elbow resting on the back of her hand for
leverage thinking about whether to take Cheryl's dare or not. After all,
Cheryl had held cum in her mouth for several minutes, so she would probably
do the dare if Judy refused. Judy made a swallowing nod motion with her
head to signal that she was getting ready to down the contents of eight
horny lads' ejaculate. Having never even had a penis in her mouth, the idea
was particularly abhorrent to her. Her desire to win was just too strong so
she took a couple of deep breaths. Then she aimed the lip of the carafe to
her mouth, squeezed her eyes shut and drank the contents with grimace that
would be treasured by all of those with a camera. And, the pictures would
surely be pulled out for a laugh should she make it all the way to Exalted
High Priestess of the Sisterhood.

"Good job your Highness." Cheryl said now posing proudly in her nakedness
for the steady stream of pictures taken to finish off everybody's rolls and
standing next to and putting her arm around Judy, who was bent over
coughing and wiping her lips on the back of her hands. 

"I present you your new High Princess of the Sisterhood, Princess Judy."
The P.A. system confirmed.