((Instructions are in parentheses! Do what they say for a more immersive experience!))

You were a nerdy sort, petite and unassuming, with long, dark brown hair, glasses, and a flat figure. Of course, this meant that other girls, the more popular sorts, were always wanting to pick on you.

It was no suprise when one day, they chased you down.

It didn't matter how fast you ran, braids bumping on your back as you struggled to get away. The other girls, popular ones, too powerful to be risking anything by torturing you, had caught you. You'd been grabbed by the back of your shirt, pulled to the ground and left to writhe and try to get away.

(Lie on the ground, on your back. Keep your legs together as best you can; you don't want the other girls seeing up your skirt, after all.)

"Look at her, she's totally helpless!" One of the girls cries, the whole pack cirlcing around you like you're a piece of prey.

The girls circle around you, laughing and jeering. They seem pleased to have captured someone to toy with, and you can only imagine what they're going to do to you now. Finally, one lunges forward, ripping your shirt open and yanking on it until she's torn it off of you, leaving you bare, save for your bra.

(Take your shirt off and toss it aside. You won't be needing that anymore.)

"Hey, let's look at her little titties," one girl says, snickering. "I bet she's super flat."

"Totally! The nerdy ones like this always stuff to look better."

The girls gather around you, one of them pinning your hands above your head, and another two tearing at your bra. Within seconds, it's been torn off you and tossed to the side, your tits bouncing freely in the cool breeze. Your nipples are already erect from the chill, and with your hands above your head, there's nothing you can do to hide it.

(Take off your bra and hold your hands above your head. You're being pinned down, so it's not like you can stuggle.)

Left unguarded in the chill, there's nothing you can do to hide how hard your nipples are getting, Even though you're trying to struggle, the hands holding you down aren't letting you budge, making it impossible to ocver yourself.

"What cute little titties," the girl pinning you says. "Somebody get over here and play with em; we gotta see if she whines."

Another girl kneels beside you, massaging and pinching at your tits. She pulls on your nipples and teases them into even harder peaks, laughing all the while.

"Lookie, her little titties are getting hard for us," she laughs.

(Pinch and tease your tits, paying special attention to the nipples. Keep doing this for a minute before moving on.)

"Come on, honey. Aren't you going to thank us?" the girl pinching your tits asks. "We're being nice enough to play with you, so you'd better have something good to say."

You stutter out a response, but she doens't seem happy with your answer.

"I said thank us, not sit there and mumble. Come on, say 'Thank you so much for playing with my little girl tits, Mistress. Getting my baby tits played with makes me so wet.'"

(Say the words as loudly as you dare . . and say them like you mean t!)

"Good girl," your tormentor says, finally releasing your tits.

"Hey," another girl chimes in, "we should see if she really is all wet down there. Wouldn't it be hilarious if she's totally soaked?" All of the girls around you laugh.

The girls crowd aroudn you, ripping down your skirt and panties. You strugge and cry out, trying to avoid being exposed, but even your pressed together legs do no good. Your legs are wrenched apart, exposing your neatly shaved pussy to the group.

(Take off everything on your lower half and spread your legs as wide as you can. You're putting on quite the show, huh?)

"She's totally dripping!" the girls laugh, all eyes on your exposed pussy.

The girls crowd around you, keeping your legs spread and exposing your cunt for all to see. True to their words, you're soaked, juices dripping down your legs from when they were playing with your tits.

"Hey," one girl says, "let's see how well she can take this!"

She leans in, pulling apart your pussy lips and locating your flushed, pink clit. Tormenting the little bud, she flicks it with one nail, repeating the motion over and over and making you whine. It feels amazing, and even your humiliation can't push aside the pleasure.

(Spread your pussy and play with your clit, flicking it with one fingernail 50 times. No going easy or stopping.)

The girls continue, another joining in and rubbing tight circles over the exposed little bud, your pussy only getting wtter in your exposed embarrassment, your full arousal on show for everyone to see.

(Trace 100 quick circles on your clit and think about how exposed you are. Everyone can see how you're dripping; aren't you embarraseed?)

"Come on, bitch. How about another thank you? We're doing you a favor here you little slut," the girl toying with your clit says.

"Yeah," chimes in another girl, "come on and say something nice. How about 'Thank you for making my little slut pussy feel good. Mistress's fingers on my baby girl clit make me so wet.' Say that for us, piggy.

(Say the words, again, as loudly as you can.)

The girls kep toying with you, laughing all the while and pointing out how wet and pink your pussy is getting the longer they mess with it. One of them is still holding your legs open, putting you on full display and preventing any chance of escape.

Eventually, one girl pulls something out of her bag, crouching down next to you and pressing it up against your clit. With the flick of a switch, your world erupts into static.

It's a vibrator, sending shocks of sensation up though you with every passing second. You yowl, attempting to close your legs and get away from the stimulation, too much, pressing insistently against your sensitive clit.

(Place a vibrator on your clit and turn it on high. Leave it there for a couple minutes with direct stimulation before you continue.)

The girls cackle over how you try to struggle, pointing out how your legs are twitching and trying to close.

Still pressing the vibrator firmly to your clit, one of them leans in and sas, "Piggy, you have to thank us again, tell us how it feels or we won't ever be able to stop.

"Say, 'Thank you for pleasuring my baby girl pussy. The vibrator on my little clit feels so good. I'm a little slut who loves being toyed with by her Mistress.' And then give us some big moans, okay?"

(Do as she says, or risk the consequences.)

The girls are still laughing, but no ne has let the vibe slip from your clit for a second, an orgasm is rapidly approaching you, and you want nothing more than to cover yourself before these girls get to witness every second of your very public shame.

Finally, you're getting close. You know already that you wont be able to hold back anymore, and just as you're about to hit a public climax, one of fthe girls grabs your hair.

"Come, on bitch, let's hear you moan."

(Moan as loudly and orgasmicallly as you dare.)

"Good girl. Now, say it with me 'Please make this little slut cum. I'm a needy babygirl who needs cummies from her Mistress. Make my little pussy squirt.'"

(Say the words as loudly as you can. They might stop pleasuring you if you don't. )

As you finally get the words out, the stimulation of the vibrator unrelenting, you come to an orgasm, spasming and moaning as the vibe on your clit doesn't let up for an instant.

Your legs spasm, your toes curl, your head falls back as the small crowd around you take in every second of your public finish, laughing at your orgasmic moans. But, the vibrator still doesn't pull away. You're now being absolutely tortured with the endless sensation.

(Leave the vibe on your clit until you cum, and don't pull away until you can't take a second more. )

Finally satisfied with your humiliation, the girls let you go, cackling and disappearing into the distance, leaving you on the ground, shaking and covered in your own juices.