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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Callie Ch.8 (teen, nc, humil)
Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 05:10:04 -0400
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The contents of this story are of sexual nature and may involve blackmail,
 bondage and non-consensual sex involving teenagers. Anyone who may be offended 
by this kind of stuff please do not read. All characters are fictitious. 
Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental. 

This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under legal age PLEASE 
DO NOT READ. 

Again all feedback are welcome, and thanks to everyone (especially Blair 
Brek and JP) who sent me their comments and suggestions. 

Callie (nc, teen)
(C) 2000 by Roadrunner

VIII. 

The shopping trip with Stacy and her gang was a torture. We drove to the 
city center and went through every mall. I knew Stacy and the girls would 
make me wear the sluttiest outfit they could find, but it was still horrible 
to go through the whole thing. The clothes that they picked for me were 
all cut-off shirts, see-through blouses, tank tops, or tight-fitting tops 
with spaghetti straps, then hot pants and miniskirts to go with them. They 
made me put on every outfit they picked and came out of the dressing room 
for them to see, and every time I came out, they would be like "Oh wow Callie 
you look really great!" or whistle or even scream, just to make sure I got 
the attention of everyone in the shop. The women looked at me with contempt,
 while the guys just looked at me and drooled. They also bought me some 
thongs and matching see-through bras, and also several push-up bras for 
what Stacy called my "pathetic tiny tits".
    The following day, I went to school in a cut-off shirt and miniskirt. 
I had wanted to wear hot pants, because that would at least cover my ass,
 which was totally revealed by the thong that I had on. But Stacy said I 
had to alternate between pants and skirts, so I had no choice but to put 
on one of the miniskirts that they bought me. The cut-off shirt had no button,
 and they intentionally picked me the wrong size, and as a result even part 
of my bra was showing. I didn't know how I made it to the classroom. The 
moment I entered the school's ground, people were staring, whistling and 
teasing me. Several girls called me slut, but I just kept my head down and 
ignored them. Even Angela was a little bit embarrassed to talk to me, but 
she was still nice to me, and I was really grateful. The way the teachers 
treated me changed completely. I had never been a trouble maker, but now 
they just totally ignored me, or looked at me with disdain---except Mr Tarver 
that is. It was like he couldn't control himself, he just stared at me during 
the entire lesson. As I said, we all hated Mr Tarver. Whenever he asks you 
a question and you can't answer, he will humiliate you in front of the whole 
class and make you feel like shit. Now he was acting like a dirty old man,
 and the students just used this opportunity to get back at him. They teased 
him again and again, but strangely, Mr Tarver didn't do anything. The first 
time someone made a joke about him staring at me all the time, he looked 
stunned at first, but then he just stared down at the floor like he was 
ashamed, and then he looked back at me as if nothing had happened. That 
jerk is pathetic. From that point on, he totally lost control of the class. 
The students began to get noisy, and they would tease him from time to time 
(when they were not chatting with each other). Sometimes Mr Tarver would 
get angry and raised his head as if he was about to pick on the troublemakers,
 but then he would do nothing, just returned his stare to my body, with 
rage in his eyes.
    I guess this was the only moment I felt slightly better about my situation,
 that I had given Mr Tarver what he deserved. But soon the lesson was over 
and I was again treated with disdain by another teacher.
    Lunchtime was even worse. I went to the canteen with Angela and some 
other friends as usual, but I could tell that the other girls were uneasy 
when they walked with me. What's worse, people kept bumping into me intentionally 
in the canteen. Several boys just pressed their arms against my breasts,
 or brushed my ass with their hands as I walked past. The first time this 
happened, I was so angry. The boy who did that had such a smug smile on 
his face that I wanted to kick his balls. But with me dressed up like that,
 who would be on my side? As I thought of that, I totally lost confidence 
and I just lowered my head. Seeing this, several other boys came over and 
did the same thing. Finally Angela interfered. "Go away, jerk!" She shouted 
as she pushed another guy away. "Angela! What are you doing?" Michelle exclaimed,
 "people are staring at us!" "C'mon, Michelle! Can't you see what they're 
doing to Callie?" Angela said angrily. "Yeah, but she..." Michelle didn't 
finish her sentence, but I knew what she wanted to say.
    The girls were even worse than the boys. They didn't try to feel me 
up or anything like that. Instead, they tried to knock me down or trip me 
over. When I was walking towards a table, a girl pushed me so hard that 
I almost drop my tray. I was so relieved when we finally sat down. The girls 
were all unhappy, even Angela was a bit annoyed. It was like I had become 
some kind of burden to them. I looked up and saw Stacy sitting at a table 
on the other side of the canteen with her gang, and she winked at me and 
smiled.
    The whole week went on pretty much in the same way. I went to school 
in one of those revealing clothes, and attracted all those unpleasant attentions. 
On Thursday Michelle finally had enough and decided not to sit with us during 
lunch. Angela and Janey kept asking me why I was dressed like that, and 
I just pleaded them to stop. "Please," I said, "I just want to, okay?" Angela 
was clearly not convinced, but she didn't say anything. Stacy, on the other 
hand, only tried to make things worse for me. Earlier that morning, I ran 
into her in the corridor. "Hey Callie!" She shouted when she was six or 
seven feet away from me. "So this is your new look!" she said cheerfully,
 as if she just discovered it. "You said you wanted to attract the attention 
of every guy in the school," she went on with a phony smile, "I'm sure you'll 
succeed, you look so sexy in these clothes!" "I...I..." I was so angry and 
embarrassed that I didn't know what to say, so I just turned around and 
walked away. "Whore!" I heard another girl said, and it was followed by 
Stacy's laughter.
     Just as I turned around, I saw Pam talking to a guy at the other end 
of the corridor. I had a bad feeling about this as they were both staring 
at me. I wanted to run away from them, but Stacy was still there, so I just 
stood there and didn't know what to do. "Shit," I thought as the guy started 
walking towards me, but then I thought there were so many people in the 
corridor, so what could he do to me? I felt slightly more at ease when the 
guy totally ignored and Pam looked like she was about to walk away too, 
and I started walking again. But when the guy walked past me, he reached 
out suddenly and lifted my miniskirt up!
    "Gotcha!" He said laughing as he ran away. I was so embarrassed! I was 
sure that I was blushing all over, from head to toe. Although it was really 
quick, I was sure that some people must have seen it, that I was wearing 
a thong underneath my miniskirt, practically baring my entire ass. "Nice 
thong, Callie!" the son of a bitch yelled as he disappeared at the other 
end of the corridor. I looked around quickly and saw that the guys were 
all looking at me and grinning, and the girls were whispering to each other,
 and I just couldn't take this any longer. I ran into the toilet, locked 
myself in a cubicle and started to cry. Then I heard the door opened and 
someone knocked on the door of my cubicle.
    "Leave me alone!" I cried out, sobbing. "If that's how you talk to people 
then I'll really have to teach you a lesson," Stacy said laughing. "Why 
are you doing this to me, Stacy?" I whined, "why are you so cruel?" "Cut 
the crap, slut!" She scolded, "and open up!" I opened the door reluctantly,
 and just when I was about to wipe to tears off my eyes, Stacy slapped me. 
I didn't see it coming because of my tears and was totally caught off guard. 
Stacy laughed as I struggled to keep my balance. "Be careful, slut!" She 
said teasingly, "don't get your clothes dirty or you'll have to take them 
off!" I was really mad at her, but was also scared that she would make me 
take off my clothes, so I didn't talk back, but Stacy wouldn't let me off 
that easily. "What? Did I say something wrong? You don't seem very happy!" 
"No, no, I'm sorry, really!" Fearing the consequences of her anger, I apologized 
hurriedly.
    "You have an attitude problem, slut!" Stacy said sternly, "and we've 
got to do something about it!" "Please!" I begged, "everyone was looking 
at me! I can't take this anymore!" "Oh c'mon!" Stacy snapped. "Gimme a break! 
We know how much a slut like you enjoy all the attention! Just look at yourself 
and the photos that Barry took! If you don't stop pretending to be miss 
modesty, I'll just show the boys outside what a slut you really are!" "No!" 
I cried out sobbing, but Stacy wasn't impressed. "That's it! I've had enough! 
We can't have you acting like a spoiled brat or a cry baby!" she said and 
turned to leave. "Please!" I pleaded, grabbing her hand, "I'm sorry! I really 
am! I won't do it again! I swear!" "Oh yeah? That's easy for you to say! 
" "I mean it! I won't cry again!" "Alright, I'll give you one more chance..." 
Stacy said with a wicked smile.

    As Stacy had instructed, I waited a few minutes after she had left, 
then I came out of the toilet. The bell had just rung, but a lot of people 
were still there. Following Stacy's order, I looked at a group of boys nearby 
until I was sure that I had their attention, then I forced a smile on my 
face. Those boys were probably from lower grades and they all looked kinda 
nerdy, and it's probably the first time that a girl smiled to them, as they 
all had what looked like an idiotic grin on their face, and their eyes moved 
up and down my body quickly. Slowly, I made my way to the stairs, and as 
I took the first step up the stairs, I rubbed my hand on my ass, slowly 
and deliberately, making sure that my miniskirt was slightly raised as I 
did so, so that the boys could get a hint of what's underneath. Immediately,
 they looked at each other in disbelief, then they began to walk in my direction. 
Some other guys had also noticed what was happening. I waited while they 
gathered at the bottom of the stairs, then I threw them a flirting smile,
 turned around and began to walk up the stairs slowly, swaying my hips like 
what I thought a "slut" would do. From the burning sensation on my cheeks 
I could tell that I was blushing bright-red, and I wished I could just run 
back to my classroom or hide myself somewhere. But as I continued up the 
stairs, feeling the guys' stare at my ass under my miniskirt and listening 
to their laughs and whispered comments, a strange feeling of weakness swept 
me over and I could feel my nipples hardening. I was shocked by this reaction 
of my body, but as I became more and more self-conscious of it, I only got 
more excited, and I could even feel my breath quickened. Now I finally reached 
my floor, and some of the boys let out a disappointed "Oh" as the show was 
finally over. My classroom was almost at the end of the corridor, and now 
it seemed so far away. I continued to walk slowly along the corridor, not 
forgetting to give the boys another flirty smile before I entered the classroom. 
As soon as I closed the door behind me, I ran back to my seat and sat down,
 biting my lips to hold back the tears.

    I could hardly hide how happy I was when Stacy told me on Friday morning 
that she and the other girls were busy that evening. The cheerleaders were 
having a night out and our weekly photo session would have to be postponed. 
"Don't worry slut," she said menacingly, "we'll catch up with you later." 
 But for me, a delay was still better than none. Also, it was the first 
time after the "incident" that I was able to hang out with my friends on 
a Friday evening. I really had a good time, and even when Angela told me 
that she had to go home for dinner, I still begged her to go to a burger 
joint with me and waited while I had my junk food dinner.
    Shortly after I got home, the doorbell rang. I jumped and looked at 
the clock. It was barely eight. Stacy should still be out, maybe it's her 
parents. I hadn't been to their place for dinner after Barry left, so maybe 
they just wanted to see how I was doing. I opened the door, and was surprised 
to see Mark and the other guys standing there.
    "Hi Callie," Mark said with a wide grin, "how're you doing?"
    "Er---I'm fine, thanks," I answered. I wasn't quite sure what he wanted,
 but I had a bad feeling about this.
    "Well, we're just here to ask you to join us for a little party..."
    "Mark!" I exclaimed in horror. It was now obvious what they wanted. 
They wanted to have me while Stacy's not around so they could do whatever 
they wanted without her bossing them around. "But Stacy, Stacy will kill 
me if she finds out! Have you asked, I mean, told her about this?"
    Mark was a bit annoyed by my question. He probably knew the trouble 
both the guys and me would be in if Stacy found out, but he wouldn't want 
to admit me. "What about Stacy?" he said impatiently as he grabbed my arm. 
"I can do what I want and YOU will do what I want. Understood, you cunt?" 
He asked, emphasizing his question by squeezing my arm. "Ouch! Yes, yes,
" I whimpered. Shit I'll be in trouble I thought, but I would be in trouble 
immediately if I refuse, so reluctantly I picked out my keys and put on 
my sneakers (I was wearing T-shirt and denim shorts, but Mark said it wouldn't 
be necessary for me to change) and followed them to their car.
    They were going to Ben's place. Mark and Jake were at the front and 
I sat at the back between Josh and Tom. As I sat uneasily between them, 
I couldn't help thinking how Stacy would react if she found out about this,
 but I soon realized I had more immediate worries, as Josh and Tom were 
already running their hands all over my body.
    "No, please!" I pleaded. It was already dark, but a car would still 
pass by occasionally. "What? Are you embarrassed?" Tom asked chuckling as 
he grabbed my left breast and began squeezing it. "Yes!" I almost whispered,
 "people might see!" "Oh, yeah? But I thought it would only make you hotter!" 
He said laughing as he hiked my T-shirt above my breasts. I had changed 
after I got home and wasn't wearing a bra under my T-shirt, and as he did 
that my breasts were totally exposed. "Oh, no!" I cried out and grabbed 
the bottom of my T-shirt, but Tom had his hand back on my breast so I couldn't 
pull the T-shirt down. "Put down your hands, cunt!" He hissed as he squeezed 
my breast real hard. "Ouch!" I winced and cried out in pain. I was still 
hesitating because I was so scared that people would see me, but Tom took 
my left nipple between his fingers and pinch it real hard. "Ooow!" I cried 
out again, and my eyes were swelling with tears. "Look, cunt!" Tom said 
menacingly, "we can do it the hard way if you want, but I'm sure you'll 
regret it!"
    "Oh, oh," I whimpered as I reluctantly let go of my T-shirt and Tom 
lifted it up again. Laughing, Josh put his hand on my right breast and began 
fondling it. I was overwhelmed with embarrassment. Closing my eyes in shame,
 I just clenched my fists and tried my best to keep my hands on my sides. 
To my dismay, my nipples were so getting harder and harder as they continued 
toying with my breasts. The guys were all making lewd comments about my 
body, and from time to time I could hear a car whirring past us. I was trembling 
all over and felt like I was dying with shame. What's worse, I felt a hand 
slid down my belly and grabbed the top button of my jeans. I opened my eyes 
and saw that it was Josh. I figured it was useless to beg him to stop so 
I just kept my mouth shut and looked on in horror as he unzipped my jeans. 
The bastard was really enjoying scaring me, and seeing that I wasn't begging 
him to stop, he proceeded to pull my jeans totally off me. "Oh, God, no!" 
I finally couldn't help it and had to beg him to stop, but of course he 
wouldn't. Laughing, and cheered on by the other guys, he pulled my jeans 
down to my knees. As Tom helped him by grabbing my arms tightly, Josh worked 
to pull my jeans totally off me. It was kinda difficult because I still 
had a pair of sandals on, and I was almost hysterical with fear and kept 
struggling.
    "That's right, you cunt!" Josh cursed, "scream and fight so that everyone 
in the street can see you!" That calmed me down a little bit, but I was 
still whimpering when he finally managed to pull the jeans off me, leaving 
me only with my thong. I hadn't changed it when I got home `cos I wasn't 
expecting anything like this to happen. "Hmm..." Josh murmured, " I see 
that our slut still has her favorite thong on, very sexy!" And the guys 
all laughed. "However," Josh said chuckling, "it would have to come off 
too!" "Oh, nooooo!" despite my pleads, he easily pulled the thong off. "Now 
slut!" he said as he grabbed my thigh, "you'd better be a good girl if you 
don't want me to throw your jeans out of the window! Understood?"
    "Yes, yes," I answered meekly. See that I was no longer struggling, 
Tom left go of my arms and grabbed my other thigh. He then lifted my thigh 
and rest it on his. Josh did the same and my legs were now widely spread. 
They returned their hands to my breasts, and their other hands began to 
fondle my thighs and rub my pussy. I was totally helpless, and I just closed 
my eyes again and let them continue. As they went on, my body began to betray 
me again, and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Then they shifted 
closer to each other and I was practically sitting on their laps. I imagined 
that I was now sitting so high up that people could easily see from outside 
that I was totally naked apart from the T-shirt hiked up above my breasts. 
They might even be able to see that the two guys were fingering me. As I 
thought of this, I got even hotter and my hips began to wriggle uncontrollably. 
I had to bite my lips to stop myself from moaning. "Holy shit! She's so 
wet!" Josh cried out, but these humiliating words only made me more excited,
 and I could feel a powerful orgasm building up inside me. But before I 
could come, the car came to a halt.






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