Shamed (18 page)

Pippa
left the room
momentarily and then returned with a dog collar and leash.

“You are our little slave now Lena.” She said with wicked glee, before
putting the collar around Lena’s neck. She took up the slack and strode off
pulling Lena behind her. With much drunken laughter, Lena was paraded around
the house as several of the girls took turns at leading her. Mostly it was
light hearted playfulness but Lena was feeling slightly embarrassed by the
ordeal and it was only the amount of vodka she had consumed that stopped her
from being truly ashamed. Even when
Abbie
produced
some lipstick and wrote the words ‘Fuck Slut’ across Lena’s breasts she felt
little more than ridiculous. It was more like a drunken party game than
anything.

“A proper little slut!”
Gill declared,
snatching the lipstick from
Abbie
. She then added
‘Cunt here!’ underneath and drew an arrow below it pointing down to Lena’s
thatch of pubic hair.

“Cunt where?”
Megan asked “You can’t see
anything for that forest!”

The girls all looked at each other and then, inspiration seeming to
strike all of them in turn they chorused “Shave her!”

Lena, sensing that things were getting a little out of control pleaded
but she was hauled upstairs to the bathroom where the girls held her while
Pippa
, razor in hand, began to shave off her pubic hair.

She covered her face with her hands as
Pippa’s
fingers teased and pulled at her privates, the razor sweeping away the curly
thatch in swift strokes. Her face burned red at the proximity of
Pippa’s
face to her cunt. She had been naked with the girls
before, many times, had even been in the same bed with
Abbie
and two boyfriends while each made love, but to have
Pippa
touch her in so intimate a place, to look at her and see her in explicit detail
while the others stood over her……..She tried to shut it out of her mind.

Once the task was complete they made her parade around in front of
them. Gill produced a full length mirror and stood Lena before it. Her heart
leapt into her mouth at the sight of herself reflected in the mirror. How
pathetic she looked, also how exposed. She had never shaved before and was
captivated by the look of her naked mound. Her breasts, rounded and pert lifted
and fell with each breath. The words scrawled across them made her look cheap,
like
a slut
she thought.

Once more they took turns to parade her around the house before making
her collect wine from the kitchen and serve it to them individually.

Lena felt a sense of humiliation. Yet this was what turned her on and
though she dare not admit it she could feel the wetness seeping down the inside
of her thighs. She had never imagined it like this, here, in front of her
friends, but it was working none the less. She was playing along serving wine
from a bottle into Gill’s glass when
Pippa
noticed
her nipples.

“Her nips are erect!”
Pippa
remarked “Are you
cold Lena?”

“It’s warm enough tonight.” Megan said scornfully and then, after a
moments
thought “I’ll bet the little tramp is turned on!”

Lena blushed at this at felt her cheeks burning red.

“Fuck” said
Pippa
suddenly
serious
,“
Is
it really working
Lena?”

Before she could answer Megan interrupted.

“Lena, stand in the middle of the floor and spread your legs.” She
ordered.

Lena stared hard at Megan for a moment uncertain that she wanted this to
go any further but then something overtook her. She did as she was told and
head hung down she went to the centre of the room and parted her legs. The
glistening smear of her arousal was obvious.

“Touch yourself.” Megan demanded.

A round of nervous giggles erupted from the other girls. Even they were
not sure now whether Megan was stepping over the mark.

“Touch yourself!” Megan repeated noticing Lena’s hesitation.

Lena reached down, paused a moment at the first touch against the
amazing sensitivity of her now naked mound and, spreading her lips, pushed her
fingers into her cunt. The squelch was audible to
every one
in the room as they all sat stunned into silence, eyes wide, jaws dropped.

“Fuck.”
Pippa
said breathlessly and then
“Fuck!
Fucking hell Lena!”

“She fucking did it too!”
Abbie
gasped.

“Shit. Megan, she’s really turned on by this.”
Abbie
said softly.

 “It’d be a shame to let it go to waste then.” Megan said rising.
“Let’s go for a walk.”

“What? Where? What with Lena –with her like this?”

“Of course with Lena like this.
We’ll take a
walk to the park. I think Lena would like that.”

“No!” Lena said with incredulity.

“Sorry Lena, you do as you’re told.” Megan insisted. “Get your coats
girls. Not you though Lena.” Megan suddenly swept out of the room to the
kitchen and returned with a roll of tape. Grabbing Lena by the wrists she taped
them together behind her back.

“Megan, don’t!” Lena looked around the room, appealing to the other
girls, but they stood and watched almost mesmerised as Lena, stunned by the way
events had swept beyond her control, could only marvel at her own incapacity,
at her own lack of resistance.

Lena could sense the tension in the other girls as they stumbled
drunkenly down the garden path at the back of the house. It was dark and the
high hedges protected them from being viewed from the other houses. The pathway
led down to a gate at the bottom of the garden through which lay the park.
Keeping her voice low, Lena pleaded with Megan, the girls stumbled along with
them uncertain where this was leading. The paving stones were harsh on Lena’s
bare feet but more poignant was the overwhelming feel of the cool night air on
her naked body. She did not need to look down at her body to know how prominent
her nipples were. They felt like tight knots as her breast swayed with each
step.

Abbie
paused at the gate.

“Megan, are you sure?”

Why did
Abbie
ask Megan? Lena wondered; it
was she who was in danger of ridicule and embarrassment. But she did not say
it. She was being taken out into the night to a public place, naked to the
world, her breasts daubed with a disgusting slogan and her most private of
places exposed without even the smallest vestige of protection that should have
been provided by her pubic hair. And, more importantly she was being taken
there against her will. But why then did she not resist?

Megan simply pushed past them and went through the gate taking the
leather lead from
Abbie’s
hand as she went and pulled
Lena out onto the lush grass of the park. Lena’s heart was pounding in her
chest. Almost instinctively the other girls, dressed in their coats and
contrasting so strongly against Lena’s nakedness, seemed to try to gather
around her to protect her, to hide her. Megan though strode off purposefully
making it impossible for them to fully hide her amongst their
rank .
At this part of the park there were a lot of trees
and bushes to shade them.

Lena could sense the nervousness of the other girls but she also knew
that while she felt on the verge of panic, she was also intensely aroused. She
neither wanted to go on or to go back.
Pippa
had
brought a couple of bottles of alcohol and dispensed it amongst the others.
Fuelled with new found bravado they began to lose their nervousness. Suddenly
they broke cover from the trees but Megan continued on, keeping just to the
edge of the open park area knowing that they were barely visible in the shadows
and half light.

It almost took Lena’s breath away when they heard voices from over near
the fountain. In the darkness they could just make out a group of people
gathered there. By the deep tones of their voices Lena knew there were men
amongst them. Megan kept them moving at a steady pace as they circled the
boundary of the park just at the edge of the trees. Lena did not know how much
the men could see of them. She knew that they could see them, they had turned
several times to look towards the girls, but she did not know whether they
could tell she was naked. Her heart pounded now in her chest. The threat of
discovery was ever more likely

“Fucking hell Megan,” Gill whispered “They’re going to see her in a
minute.”

“Of course!”
Megan answered loudly “that’s what
Lena wants. Isn’t it Lena? You want to be humiliated.”

Despite the shaking terror that was now pulsing through her body Lena
could not prevent the word that spilled from her mouth. “Yes.” She said simply.

If Megan had had any doubts before about what she was doing they now
diminished .Taking a tight grip on the lead Megan suddenly changed trajectory
and headed out away from the tree line towards the fountain, Lena stumbling
behind her on the end of the leash. As the rest of the girls were caught almost
unaware they had to run to catch up and before long they were within clear view
of the group at the fountain. Megan strode on

Peering through the darkness a man spoke out as the girls came clearly
into sight.

“Hey, who that’s? I do believe we have some lady
friends
lads!” The comment was followed all at once by a breathless gasp of disbelief
that went up from the group.

“Fucking hell!
She’s
starkers
!”
One said in sudden realisation.

Lena’s knees buckled beneath her at the sound of these words and it was
all she could do to stop herself from falling. She hung her head down and tried
to tease her hair about her face to hide her humiliation. Humiliation! The
realisation was intense.

The group of men numbered four and they began to circle around the
girls, or rather one particular girl.

“Would any of you gents have a spare cigarette?” Megan asked
nonchalantly.

One of them read the words on Lena’s body.

“Fuck slut...cunt here!” He read aloud and then almost with disbelief
he laughed “Jesus, she’s shaven, look at her cunt”.

Lena’s cheeks burned bright red. She felt their eyes penetrating her
nakedness. Desperately she struggled against the tape that bound her wrists
behind her. She had nothing with which to cover herself. She felt a massive
surge of awareness of her own self, of her flesh, of her breasts and her
buttocks. As if to enforce the feeling the night air moved around her body,
over her shoulders, her back, her stomach, her legs. She squirmed and felt once
more, as her thighs brushed against each other, the moisture that seeped down
between them from her sex.

“So, uh, who’s the girl?” One of the men asked cautiously.

“Oh she’s ours.” Megan replied without answering the question. “We are
taking her for a walk.” The men shared curious glances with each other,
uncertain of what they had here.

“So what’s with the being naked and the, ugh, the
words?”
The man probed.

Megan ignored his question again. “So do any of you have a cigarette or
not?” She asked with the same aloofness as before.

A man with a pony tail produced a cigarette and offered it to Megan.
She took it and allowed another to light it for her. He then offered the pack
around.

“Ooh, it’s a lovely evening” Megan observed exhaling a cloud of smoke.
It was high drama and Lena knew Megan was totally enjoying this. She
was loving
every second of Lena’s humiliation and if she
knew Megan it would get worse before it got better. She was enjoying it far too
much.
Abbie
, Gill and
Pippa
,
stunned into silence finally came to life again and nervously accepted the
offered cigarettes.

“So what do you do with her?” Pony tail asked.

“Well, anything we like really. She’s our slave. She has no say in what
happens to her.”

One of the men came close to Lena and she felt his breath on her
shoulder. She was in no doubt as to where his eyes were fixed. She felt
restless and was eager for Megan to move on, take her home, to end this. But
Megan was striking up a conversation with one of the men. It was so casual and
matter of fact and Megan did not seem to be put off by the fact that
the
mans
conversation was a little
distracted. Lean felt her knees trembling and she hung her head so that her
hair covered her face and she could not see the blatant stares of the men
looking at her.

 “Can I touch her?” One finally ventured his voice betraying a
slight tremble.

Megan shrugged her shoulder.
“If you like.”
And then after a pause to drag on the cigarette “You can fuck her if you like.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Lena’s
head shot up sharply and she stared open mouthed at her friend.

“What will that cost us?” the man with the pony tail asked
suspiciously.

“Cost?”
Megan asked as she trod the butt of
her cigarette in to the grass.

Again she shrugged. “Do you have anything to drink?”

“Just a few cans of lager.”

Megan gave the impression of weighing up the proposal for several
seconds “Well then that will have to do won’t it girls?” She said as if it was
unsatisfactory but the best offer they were going to get.

Almost stupefied the other girls nodded in agreement with Megan. She
was totally in control of the situation now.

“Ugh what if she doesn’t want to….I mean….”
Asked one
of the men.

“Oh!” Megan mused as if the thought had never occurred to her. “She’s
always ready, aren’t you Lena. Read the words young man, read the words”