Enjoying the View 3

By SuperEvil
superevil7@protonmail.com

Copyright 2025 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved

[8,783 words]

Chapter 3

The drive from the stripping pavilion to the mall was about 10 minutes. The two girls were naked, and were forced to sit in their respective seats, unable to cover their naked bodies at all. Melody and Hana were a shivering as they contemplated the idea of going to a crowded mall naked. Neither girl said a word, just blushing to themselves.

The two mothers watched their daughters in silence, their faces tight with an uncomfortable mix of concern and helplessness. Mrs. Hunter and Mrs. Parker had known about Grandview's unusual law, of course. They'd read articles online, even seen news reports. But reading about teenage girls forced to go naked was worlds away from sitting in a car with their own naked daughters, their freshly shaven privates on display to the world.

It was quite the sight. Both Mitch and Randy had front row seats to their sisters' nakedness, as the minivan drove towards the mall. Both boys took in the whole sight, enjoying every moment. Mitch, in particular, couldn't help but notice how his crush's large and perky B-cup tits were bouncing with every little bump in the road.

The van soon had to stop. It looked like there was some kind of demonstration going on. "What's going on?" Mrs. Parker asked a girl walking down the street.

"The annual march for men's freedom is today, ma'am. It's a big deal here, one of the most important holidays on our calendar." A fully naked 16-year-old girl explained, pointing ahead to the crowd, where there was a procession of people walking down the street. Many boys were holding up signs that read, "GIRLS ARE A PLEASURE, AND A RIGHT" and "MALES ARE SUPERIOR. ACCEPT IT." Another boy carried a sign that read, "THANK YOU COUNCIL FOR NAKED GIRLS."

As the van sat idling, a particular couple caught everyone's attention. A teen boy, maybe 17 or 18 years old, was walking his girlfriend down the street. Or at least they assumed she was his girlfriend. The girl looked to be about 16, and she was completely naked. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and the boy had a long leash clipped to her collar. The girl seemed to be following meekly, her eyes downcast and her face beet red with shame. Every so often, the boy would tug on the leash, making the girl stumble a little. He was laughing and enjoying his power over the helpless girl. "That's what you get for trying to use your hands to cover your tits at the park yesterday, you dumb slut!" He said, loud enough for everyone to hear, giving the leash another sharp yank. The girl let out a little yelp and almost fell over, but managed to keep her balance. The boy just laughed.

"Poor girl," Hana whispered, watching the scene with a sad expression on her face.

"Wow. That is so mean," Melody said with a shudder, watching the poor girl getting pulled along like a dog on a leash, with absolutely no way to cover her nakedness.

"What, so you wouldn't like a collar of your own, Melody? I bet you would," Randy whispered to his older sister, with a little snicker.

"No! Of course not! You creep!" Melody shot back at her brother, looking a bit angry now.

"You'll have to be careful what you say to your brother, Melody," Mitch said, overhearing the exchange and loving his new authority.

"Right… sorry…" Melody mumbled, her eyes downcast. She couldn't believe she had to be so careful what she said to her own brother now. This was crazy!

The march finally started to thin out, and the van was able to move again. A few minutes later, they arrived at the mall. Mrs. Parker found a spot close to the entrance and parked the car.

"Ok, we're here," she announced, a nervous tremor in her voice. "Let's try to make this quick."

Mitch couldn't agree more. He was starving. "Food court first. I need some pizza," he declared, a big grin on his face. He couldn't wait to get to the food court. He wanted to see what it was like to order food with two naked girls in tow. He wondered if he would get any special treatment.

As they entered the mall, the two naked girls were expecting to attract a lot of attention, but they were surprised to find that nobody seemed to care much at all. There were many other naked girls their age walking around, laughing with friends, or carrying shopping bags. It seemed that this was just a normal day in Grandview. Melody and Hana, however, couldn't help feeling like all eyes were on them. With every step they took, they felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over them. They could feel their faces getting hot and knew they were blushing a bright red. They walked a little stiffly, trying their best to look normal, but it was no use. They felt completely exposed and vulnerable.

The food court was crowded. There were people everywhere, and the noise was deafening. Mitch scanned the area, looking for the perfect place to sit. He found a table near the center of the food court, with a good view of everything.

"Ok, let's get some food," he said, rubbing his hands together with glee. "Randy, you and I are in charge of ordering. Everyone else, find a seat and wait for us."

The boys went over to the pizza place. A perky-titted, naked 16-year-old girl with blonde hair tied in pigtails was behind the counter, humming to herself as she took orders.

"Welcome to 'Pizza My Heart'!" she said with a wide smile, her small boobs bouncing as she spoke. "What can I get for you, sirs?"

Mitch and Randy just stared at her for a moment, their mouths slightly agape. They weren't used to seeing a naked girl, so… happy about it.

"We'll take two pepperoni pizzas," Mitch finally managed to say.

"Excellent choice, sir!" the girl said, scribbling on her notepad. "Anything else?"

"Um, no, that's it," Randy said, his eyes still glued to the girl's body.

"Ok, that'll be $25.00," the girl said.

Mitch was about to pull out the cash, but the girl held up a hand. "Wait!" she said. "I almost forgot! We have a special today! Any out-of-town females who strip naked right here at the counter get their meal for free! All they have to do is strip and pose for a minute, and then stay naked for as long as they're in Grandview. Their whole party gets free food for the entire day!"

Mitch and Randy looked at each other, their eyes wide. They couldn't believe their luck.

Mrs. Parker, who had walked over with Sydney, heard the offer and a little smile played on her lips. She looked at her youngest daughter, who was still fully clothed. "Sydney, what do you think? A free meal for all of us?" she said, a hint of teasing in her voice.

Sydney's eyes went wide. "Mom! No way!" she said, her face turning a bright shade of crimson. "I'm not doing that!"

"Oh, come on," Mrs. Parker said, her smile growing wider. "It would be fun! Just think of all the money we'd save! Besides, it's not like you have anything to be ashamed of. You have a cute little body."

"Mom, stop it!" Sydney said, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm not getting naked! No way! Not here! Why don't you strip naked if you want the free food so bad!?" she yelled, her face now a beet red.

"Now, now, Sydney, there's no need for that tone of voice," Mrs. Parker said, a playful glint in her eye. "I was just trying to save us a few bucks. But if you're going to be like that, then forget it." She turned to the girl at the counter. "We'll just take the two pizzas, please."

"Suit yourselves, ma'am," the girl said, with a little shrug. "That'll be $25.00, sirs." She said, turning back to Mitch and Randy.

Mitch paid for the pizzas with the money his mom had given him, and the boys carried the steaming hot boxes back to the table. Sydney joined them a moment later. Melody and Hana were already sitting there with Mrs. Hunter, looking miserably at the food court, and all the naked female flesh on display around them.

As they were about to start eating, a boy, who looked to be about their age, with a mop of brown hair and a friendly smile, walked over to their table. He made a beeline for Hana and Melody, a confident swagger in his step.

"Hey there," he said, his eyes scanning over their naked bodies. "I couldn't help but notice you two. You're not from around here, are you?"

Hana and Melody both blushed furiously, their eyes darting away from the boy's gaze. They hated how easy it was for him to tell.

"What gave it away?" Hana asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"The way you're blushing," the boy said, his grin widening. "The girls who live here are used to it. They don't get so embarrassed. You two, on the other hand, look like you're about to spontaneously combust."

"Leave us alone," Melody mumbled, her face now a shade of red that rivaled Hana's hair.

"Hey, you can't talk to a boy like that, especially with those colored wristbands. Stand up! Both of you! Let me get a better look at you." The boy commanded, not giving them any option in the matter. "I bet I can get your guardian to give you both another infraction if you don't listen to me."

This was a new development. Hana and Melody didn't know what to do. This boy they didn't even know was threatening them with another infraction, and it seemed like he had the power to make it happen. They looked at Mitch for guidance, their eyes pleading for help.

Mitch just shrugged, a smirk on his face. "He's right, you know. You don't want to get into any more trouble than you're already in. Just do what he says."

Hana and Melody reluctantly stood up, their hands at their sides, their eyes downcast. They felt like pieces of meat on display for this boy to ogle.

"Much better," the boy said, his eyes traveling up and down their bodies. "You know, it's not every day we get out-of-towners in town. Especially not ones as hot as you two. I'm Caleb, by the way."

"Hi, Caleb," Mitch said, introducing himself. "I'm Mitch, and this is Randy, Sydney, Mrs. Parker, my mom, Mrs. Hunter, and my little sister, Hana. And this little hottie is Melody."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all, sir," Caleb said, with a little nod to the other males in the group. He then turned his attention back to Hana and Melody. "So, are you guys enjoying your visit to Grandview so far?"

"It's… an experience," Hana said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, which she quickly regretted when she saw Caleb's smile fade.

"You know, for a girl with an orange wristband, you've got a big mouth," Caleb said, his voice now cold. "I think you need to learn a little respect. You forgot to call me sir. I think I'll have a word with your brother about that."

"No, please, don't!" Hana said, her voice now filled with panic. "I'm sorry! I'll be good!"

"It's a little late for that," Caleb said, his eyes now glinting with a cruel light. "Mitch, I think your sister needs another lesson in obedience. And I think I have just the thing in mind."

Mitch's eyes widened. He knew what Caleb was going to say next, and he couldn't wait.

"I think you should give her a red infraction," Caleb said, a triumphant smile on his face. "That way, I can teach her a lesson she'll never forget.”

Mitch couldn't believe his ears. This was even better than he had imagined. Forcing his bratty little sister to endure touching would be just the thing to put her in her place. He pulled out his phone and tapped on the app. He was about to give Hana the red infraction, but then he hesitated. He looked over at the two moms, a sly thought forming in his mind. He knew he wanted to see what Melody's mom looked like naked. She was a MILF, no doubt about it. He just needed a reason to give her an infraction.

Then it happened. Mrs. Parker, seeing the distress on the girls' faces, finally snapped. "That's it, I've had enough! Mitch, you are not going to do this to Hana! And you," she said, pointing a finger at Caleb, "you need to leave us alone right now! We are just trying to have a nice day out, and you are ruining it for everyone!"

Caleb just laughed. "Lady, I think you are the one who needs to learn a lesson. You can't talk to me like that. I'm a male, and you're just a woman. And a guest in our town, at that."

"Mitch, do something!" Mrs. Hunter said, her voice a panicked whisper.

Mitch just smiled. He had his reason now. He tapped on the app, and with a few quick taps, he gave both Mrs. Parker and Hana an infraction. A collective gasp went around the table.

"Mrs. Parker," he said, his voice now low and menacing. "You just earned yourself your first infraction for speaking out of turn. And for arguing with a boy."

Mrs. Parker's face went pale. "What? You can't be serious!" she said, her voice now trembling.

"Oh, but I am," Mitch said, a cold smile on his face. "Level 1," he announced, for all to hear. "Now, Mrs. Parker, you know what that means. You have to get naked."

Mrs. Parker just stared at him, her mouth agape. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was a grown woman, a mother! And this 15-year-old boy was ordering her to strip naked in the middle of a crowded food court! Her mind was racing. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't. But then she looked at Melody, who was watching her with a look of pure terror. She knew that if she didn't comply, things would only get worse for her and her daughter.

"Fine," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll do it."

"Don't just stand there, Mrs. P. Get to it," Caleb chimed in, his arms crossed over his chest. "We haven't got all day."

Mrs. Parker's hands were shaking so bad she could barely work the buttons on her blouse. She could feel a million pairs of eyes on her, and she was pretty sure she heard some boys laughing at a table nearby. They hadn't really seen that many grown-up ladies get punished around town, and she felt so out of place it was crazy. She wished a huge hole would just open up in the floor and swallow her whole.

She looked over at Melody one last time, her eyes begging for forgiveness, and then she started popping the buttons on her shirt. One by one, her fingers fumbled with the tiny plastic circles. One, then two, then three came undone, showing the white, lacy bra she had on underneath.

She slipped the blouse off her shoulders, revealing her pale skin and the soft curve of her stomach. She could feel her cheeks burning with shame as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She fumbled with the clasp for a second, her nervous fingers making it difficult to undo. Finally, it came loose, and she pulled the bra away, letting her full, round breasts hang free.

The boys all stared, their mouths hanging open a little. Mrs. Parker had big, soft boobs that were even bigger than her daughter Melody's, with large, pale-pink nipples that got all pointy in the cool air of the mall.

Melody just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. This was, like, a million times worse than being naked herself. Seeing her mom, who she always thought of as the person in charge, totally naked and being ogled by her brother and her crush and this random boy, it was just the most horrible thing ever.

Mrs. Parker quickly unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. She had on a pair of simple, white cotton panties. She slipped those off too, kicking them away with her foot, just wanting this to be over with. Now she was completely naked, just like her daughter and Hana. She stood there, trying to cover her boobs and pussy with her hands, but she knew it was useless. She had a full, dark bush of curly brown hair between her legs, just like Melody did before the officers had removed hers.

"No, no, no," Mitch said, shaking his head, his voice sounding way too calm for how excited he looked. "Hands at your sides, Mrs. Parker. That's another rule. No covering."

Tears were welling up in Mrs. Parker's eyes as she slowly, shakily, dropped her hands to her sides, exposing herself completely to the three boys and everyone else who happened to be looking.

"Much better," Mitch said, a huge grin spreading across his face. He wasn't disappointed. She looked just like an older, softer version of Melody, and it was awesome.

Caleb, the boy from the food court, was also staring with a big, dumb grin on his face. "Wow," he said. "Just... wow." He looked from Mrs. Parker to Melody, then back again. "I can see where Melody gets her good looks from."

This made Mrs. Parker and Melody blush even harder, if that was even possible, being compared to one another. They both just wanted the floor to open up and swallow them whole.

"Ok, Mitch," Mrs. Hunter spoke up, her voice a little shaky. "You've made your point. You've proven you're in charge. Now... can we please just finish eating and then go? I think the girls, and especially Mrs. Parker here, have been through enough for one day."

Mitch and Caleb both looked over at Mrs. Hunter. "Who asked you, lady?" Caleb snapped back.

Mrs. Hunter's face fell. She immediately clamped her mouth shut, and grabbed her wristband protectively, not wanting to end up like Mrs. Parker.

"Actually," Mitch said, turning to face his mom, a thoughtful look on his face. "Caleb, since you've been so helpful, why don't you join us? Have some fun with the girls while we eat?"

Caleb's face lit up. "Seriously? You're the best, Mitch!" He walked over to Hana, who was still standing there, trying her best to make herself invisible. "Alright, you," he said, grabbing her arm. "You're going to be my little lunch toy."

"No! Get off me!" Hana yelped, trying to pull her arm away.

"Caleb," Mitch said, his voice a friendly cheer. "Remember, you can touch her now. She's at level 3."

Caleb's grin got even wider. "Right! Thanks for the reminder, Mitch." He let go of Hana's arm and, with one hand, gently cupped one of her small, A-cup breasts.

Hana couldn't believe her brother was telling this strange boy to touch her. She was frozen for a second. His hand was warm and felt big on her small boob. Her mind completely blanked out. She felt a huge wave of anger and shame all mixed together. This was her body! He had no right! Her shock turned into a burst of energy.

She slapped his hand away, hard. "Don't touch me, you creep!"

The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the noisy food court. A few people nearby turned to look. Caleb looked at his hand, then back at Hana, his friendly demeanor completely gone. His eyes narrowed.

"Oh, you shouldn't have done that, you stupid little bitch," he said, his voice dangerously low. He looked right at Mitch, his expression demanding. "Did you see that?"

"Oh, I saw it," Mitch said, already pulling his phone out. "That was a clear violation of accepting punishment. Hana, you know what that means."

"No! Mitch, you can't!" Hana yelled, her voice cracking with desperation. "Please! I'm sorry! I just… I panicked! Don't give me another one, please!"

"It's too late for apologies now, Hana," Mitch said, his thumb hovering over the screen. "You know the rules. You've earned a level 4." He tapped the app.

Hana's red wristband pulsed, turning into a deep, flashing red. Four, bright flashes, followed by a low, vibrating buzz.

Tears of pure horror streamed down Hana's cheeks. Level 4. The final level. She knew what was coming. Two infraction officers came out of nowhere! One of them was a burly guy with a shaved head, and the other was a stern-looking woman with her hair pulled back in a tight bun. They were both wearing the official Grandview Enforcement uniforms.

"Hana Hunter," the male officer said, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion. "You are hereby instructed to submit to your level 4 punishment. Put your hands behind your back. Now."

Hana sobbed, her whole body trembling. "Please… don't…" she begged, but her plea was weak. She knew there was no getting out of this.

Mitch watched, his heart hammering in his chest, a feeling of absolute power coursing through him. He was doing this. He was making this happen.

"Please, Mitchell, stop this! That's enough!" Mrs. Parker cried out, taking a step forward, her naked body completely forgotten in her maternal panic. "You're taking this too far!"

"Mrs. Parker, that's your second warning," Mitch said, not even looking at her. His eyes were glued to Hana and the officers. "Unless you want to go from yellow to orange, I suggest you stand down and be quiet."

That stopped Mrs. Parker in her tracks. Defeated, she covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

The burly officer grabbed Hana's wrists, his grip like iron. "You heard me," he grunted. "Hands behind your back. No more warnings."

Defeated, Hana slowly, shakily, brought her arms around behind her. She could feel her own sweat making her skin slick. Her wrists met, and she squeezed her eyes shut. There was a loud, metallic click-clack as the cold steel of the cuffs snapped shut around them. The sound was final, loud, and seemed to suck all the air out of the food court for a second. Now her hands were trapped, useless. She couldn't cover herself, couldn't push anyone away, couldn't even wipe the tears and snot running down her face. She was completely, utterly helpless.

"Alright, sir," the male officer said, turning to the boy with a nod. "The girl is now level 4. You may proceed with your touch-based punishment. Her resistance at this point will only earn her further punishment from our department."

Caleb smirked, his eyes raking over Hana's trembling, cuffed form. "Awesome," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Finally. Now we're talking."

He stepped in front of her. Hana couldn't bring herself to look at him, her head bowed, her red hair hanging damp and stringy around her face.

"Look at me," Caleb commanded.

Hana flinched but didn't move.

"I said, look at me," Caleb repeated, his voice harder. He reached out, not to touch her chest this time, but to grab her chin. His fingers were rough, and he forced her head up, making her meet his gaze. Her eyes were wide with terror.

"There we go," he said softly, his smirk returning. "Much better." He let his hand drop from her chin, but his eyes stayed locked on hers. He seemed to be enjoying her fear more than anything. "You know, you have a really pretty face when you're not being a total bitch. Your freckles are kinda cute. You're a little small up top, though," he added, his gaze dropping down to her flat chest. "But that's ok. I kinda like it."

Hana's face burned with shame. His casual, cruel inspection was somehow worse than a direct, forceful touch. He was just… talking about her like she was an object on display at a store.

Suddenly, Caleb shoved his hand in between Hana's legs. He didn't waste any time, his fingers finding the soft, smooth folds of her slit. Hana gasped, her whole body going rigid.

"Please... Please!" she whimpered, her little bottom wiggling at the intense touch on her private parts.

"She's a feisty little one!" Caleb laughed, "But she's getting wet, just like all naughty girls do when their bits are touched!"

The words cut through Hana like a knife. She was NOT enjoying this. She was horrified. But her body… her body was betraying her. A weird warmth was spreading from where his fingers were exploring, a warmth that made her feel sick with shame.

Caleb's other hand came up and started tweaking one of her hard, pointy nipples, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "And look at these little berries," he chuckled, "They are trying their best to grow. I can see that."

Hana let out a choked sob, a fresh wave of tears pouring down her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend she was somewhere else, anywhere else. The sensations were overwhelming: his rough fingers probing her most private place, his other hand pulling and twisting her sensitive nipple, the cold steel of the cuffs digging into her wrists, the hungry eyes of her brother and Randy on her naked, cuffed body.

Randy was staring, his mouth hanging open, his own erection threatening to rip right through his shorts. He'd never seen anything like this in his entire life, and it was the most awesome thing he'd ever witnessed. Melody, on the other hand, had turned away, unable to watch her crush's little sister being so humiliated.

Hana was starting to pant hard, despite herself. Her chest heaved up and down as her breathing grew ragged. The feelings were too intense, too confusing. The shame, the anger, the fear, they were all tangled up with this other feeling, this one that felt hot and sparky, and was making her legs tremble.

Caleb just kept grinning, his eyes alight with cruel amusement. "You're really starting to get into it now, aren't you?" he whispered, leaning in close so only she could hear. "You like being a bad girl who gets punished. I can tell. You love using that yappy little mouth of yours to get yourself in trouble. You're all wet down here, and your little pussy is starting to twitch."

His words made her want to scream. She didn't like this! She hated it! She wanted to die! But her body, her stupid, traitorous body, was reacting in a way she couldn't control.

Just when Hana thought she was going to have the most shameful release of her life, right in the middle of the crowded food court, Caleb stopped. He pulled his hands away, leaving her feeling empty and confused and oddly… aching.

"It's better to leave a punished girl frustrated. Look at her little eyes, she's about to beg for it!" Caleb laughed, he stepped back and looked at her, his smirk never faltering. "There. That's better. That's what you get for hitting me. Remember that the next time you think you're tough."

He turned back to Mitch, like nothing had happened. "Alright, Mitch. I'll take a slice of that pizza now. It looks delicious!" He said, pointing at one of the boxes on the table, as if he was just a normal friend who had joined them for lunch.

Caleb sat down at the table, making Hana stand there, right beside him. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she had no choice but to stand there, naked and helpless, while the boys just ate their pizza.

They didn't offer any food to the naked girls. Melody, Mrs. Parker, and Hana just stood there, watching them eat. Melody was so horrified, she couldn't even feel hungry anymore. Mrs. Parker felt sick to her stomach, her cheeks still flushed with the deep shame of her forced nudity. Hana just felt empty and hollow.

After they finished their pizza, Mitch wiped his greasy hands on a napkin and let out a satisfied sigh. "Alright," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Let's go shopping. That was the whole point of coming to the mall, right?"

"But..." His mother started to say, then thought better of it.

"I need some new video games," Randy said, licking some sauce off his fingers.

"We didn't come here for video games, Randy. We came to get you kids clothes for school," Mrs. Parker said, her voice still shaky. She looked at Melody, who was just standing there, staring at the floor, her whole body looking like it wanted to curl up into a ball.

"Actually," Mitch said, a slow grin spreading across his face. "That's a great idea. Let's go clothes shopping." He looked at Melody and Hana. "Especially for you two."

Melody looked up, her eyes wide. "What? Why?"

"Because it'll be fun," Mitch said, his voice dripping with teasing glee. "I wanna see what kind of cute outfits you guys pick out. Especially you, Melody."

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over Melody. Her crush was going to watch her shop for clothes while she was stuck naked.

"And Mrs. Parker," Mitch said, turning to the naked, cowering woman. "You can get some new stuff too. I bet you'll find a really pretty sundress or something that you'll wish you could wear."

Mrs. Parker just closed her eyes, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek.

"What about Sydney and me, Mitch?" Mrs. Hunter asked, her voice very quiet. She was trying so hard not to get in trouble.

"You two are fine for now," Mitch said, waving a dismissive hand at his mom and the younger girl. "Sydney, you behave. Mom, you too. Any arguments and you'll be joining the naked club."

Sydney giggled and nodded. "Ok, Mitch. I'll be good."

Mrs. Hunter just bit her lip and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Caleb looked from Hana, standing cuffed and silent, to the group. "This is awesome. Mind if I tag along? I'm not doing anything else today. It's always fun watching out of town females have to deal with the laws here."

"Be my guest," Mitch said with a grin. "The more, the merrier."

The strange procession moved through the crowded mall. Mitch and Randy led the way, followed by Caleb, who had a firm grip on Hana's upper arm, leading her along like a prize. Melody and her mom walked behind them, their faces turned down, trying to ignore the curious glances from shoppers. Mrs. Hunter and Sydney brought up the rear, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible while being part of a group that was the complete opposite of inconspicuous.

They found a large department store with bright fluorescent lights and rows upon rows of clothing racks. The girls' section was on the second floor. As they walked towards the escalator, Mrs. Parker noticed a sign pointing to "Fitting Rooms."

"Ok, when we get up there, I'll take the girls, and we can try some things on," Mrs. Parker said, trying to reclaim some semblance of normalcy. "At least that way we can have a minute to themselves."

Mitch and Caleb both laughed. It was a cold, mocking sound.

"What's so funny?" Mrs. Parker asked, looking confused.

"Fitting rooms?" Caleb said, between chuckles. "Mrs. Parker, have you not been paying attention? This is Grandview. Why would we let females hide away in private little rooms to get dressed? It defeats the whole purpose of giving the males in their lives a say in what they wear."

"That's insane," Mrs. Parker whispered, her eyes wide.

"Insane is what you make it, ma'am," Caleb chimed in, giving Hana's arm a little shake, making her bare little titties wiggle back and forth. "Here in Grandview, you try on clothes right here on the floor. In the open. And your male guardian has final approval."

Melody felt her stomach drop. She'd been holding onto the tiny hope that she could at least have a moment behind a curtain, but that was shattered now. Not only would she be naked, but she'd have to parade around in front of everyone, holding up clothes to her body.

They stepped off the escalator and into the girls' clothing department. The bright lights seemed to drill into Melody's skin. There were racks of colorful shirts and jeans and dresses everywhere. It should have been a fun, normal teenage experience. Instead, it felt like a stage for her humiliation.

"Ok, girls," Mitch said, his voice full of false cheerfulness. "Let's find you some cute stuff. Melody, you pick out some outfits you like. Huh, Hana, you get to pick after Melody."

Melody just stood there, frozen. The thought of actually looking through clothes, of imagining herself in them, felt like a joke. "I... I don't know what to pick," she mumbled, staring at a rack of frilly pink tops that seemed to mock her.

"Don't be shy," Mitch teased, nudging her towards a rack of brightly colored tank tops. "Look at this one! Don't you think it would look so cute on you? I mean, it's a shame you wouldn't actually get to WEAR it out in public until we go home. But still, it's fun to try stuff on, right? Maybe I could get a picture of you to remember it."

Melody flinched at his words. She wanted to run away, to hide. But she knew she couldn't. "Ok," she whispered. She reached out a trembling hand and pulled a bright yellow sundress from the rack. It was cute, with little straps and a flowy skirt. It was exactly the kind of thing she would normally love. Holding it now, it felt like a weapon.

"Good choice, Mel," Mitch said with a grin. "Go on. Try it on."

Melody looked around wildly. "Here? But..."

"No buts," Mitch said, his voice hardening. "Right here. Let's see how it looks."

Tears welled in Melody's eyes. She could feel the stares of other shoppers on her. Some of them were Grandview residents, barely giving the naked girls a second glance as they shopped. Others were out-of-towners, their faces showing a mix of shock, pity, and even a little bit of morbid curiosity. She felt like a sideshow freak.

With a sob, she slipped the sundress over her body, covering herself with the soft fabric. It felt good, for a second, to have something, anything, between her and the world. "Is... is this ok?" she whispered.

"Hmm, I don't know," Mitch said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Turn around. Let me see the back."

Shamefully, Melody turned in a slow circle, feeling like she was putting on a show for him. She could feel her face getting hotter and hotter.

"Nah," Mitch said with a shrug. "I don't like it. Put it back."

"Excuse me!" Another infraction officer was marching over, a death glare that was aimed at Melody. This was a woman, but that didn't make her any less intimidating.

"Officer," Mitch greeted her with a grin.

"Officer Davis," she replied curtly, before turning her attention back to Melody. "Miss, you are in violation of ordinance 800-B: Wearing clothes while being at infraction code yellow. Are you even over the age of 17, miss?"

Melody let out a squeak of fear and immediately pulled off the dress, her hands flying to cover her chest and pussy again. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Officer Davis gave her a sharp look. "You were covering yourself just now, too." She said in an accusing tone. "Level 2." She pulled out a little remote and tapped a button. Melody's yellow wristband pulsed and glowed bright orange twice, then settled into a solid orange color.

"There we are." Officer Davis said, a satisfied grin on her face. "Now, answer my question. Are you 18 years of age or older?" She repeated, stepping closer to the now trembling teen.

"N-n-no, ma'am. I'm fifteen." Melody stammered out, her body trembling so hard she thought she might fall over.

"Well, since you're not 18," Officer Davis said, looking her over with an unnerving professional detachment. "This is a direct violation of the law. You are not allowed to wear clothes within the city limits, not even for a second. Is that clear? You are naked, you stay naked. Do you understand me?"

Melody just nodded, her vision blurry with tears. She couldn't speak.

"I want a verbal answer, miss." Officer Davis demanded, her voice rising slightly.

"Y-yes, ma'am. I understand," Melody whispered, her voice barely audible above the bright, humming lights of the department store. She felt like she'd been completely tricked by Mitch. He'd totally known about this rule the whole time, probably even done it on purpose. It was all just for fun for him, seeing her get into trouble like that. Her cheeks were burning with shame as she stood there, totally naked again, in the middle of the store.

"Good." Officer Davis said, then turned to Mitch. "Since she's now at level 2, that means you and any other boy can make her pose however you wish. I expect to see some creative poses, young man. Enjoy your shopping."

And with that, Officer Davis turned and marched away, leaving them in a state of stunned silence.

Melody just stood there, her hands now forced to her sides again, her orange wristband a mocking beacon of her increased helplessness. She didn't even dare to look at Mitch. The thought of him being able to make her pose any way he wanted was a fresh nightmare.

"Sorry, Melody. I didn't realize you could get in trouble just trying something on," Mitch said, though he didn't sound all that sorry. In fact, he looked kinda happy about it. "So, ok, new rule. No clothes on your bodies. You can hold them up in front of you, but that's it. Now, let's see… that top over there. The blue one. With the little sparkles."

Melody numbly walked over to the rack and picked up the sparkly blue tank top. It was cute, something she would have loved to wear on a hot day. Now, it felt like a cruel joke. She held it up against her chest, her hands trembling so much the fabric sparkled and danced in the light.

"Hmmm," Mitch said, stroking his chin. "I like it. But I think it needs something more. How about you pose for me? Put one hand on your hip, and the other one up, like you're a model. You know, a little sassy pose."

Tears of shame burned at the back of Melody's eyes. A sassy pose? Right here? With her naked mom and Hana, and this creep Caleb watching? She wanted to die. But her orange wristband seemed to pulse with a warning.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Melody did as she was told, and that's when Mitch pulled out his phone. "And... smile for the camera!" He said with a huge grin.

The flash went off, blinding Melody for a second. She felt like she was going to be sick. A picture. He had a picture of her, naked and posing. It was just too much.

"I think I'm done shopping," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Nonsense," Mitch said, putting his phone away. "We're just getting started. Now, how about you find something for Hana? Maybe something to go with her pretty red wristband."

Melody wanted to scream at him, to throw the tank top in his face and run away. But she knew it was useless. She just nodded numbly, and walked over to a rack of jeans. She picked out a pair of faded skinny jeans, and held them up for Hana, who just looked at her with a blank, broken expression.

"Great choice," Mitch said. "Now, Hana, you're up. Hold those against yourself and do a little twirl. Let's see how they would look."

Hana just stood there, her shoulders slumped, her hands cuffed behind her back. "I... I can't," she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. "My hands."

"Oh, right. Silly me," Mitch said with a fake chuckle. He looked over at Caleb. "Hey, can you help my sister out here? Since she can't use her hands, why don't you hold the jeans up for her? Make sure you get a good look at how they would fit."

Caleb's grin was so wide it looked like it might split his face. "With pleasure."

He took the jeans from Melody, his eyes never leaving Hana's trembling, naked body. He stepped behind her, his body so close she could feel the heat radiating from him. He bent his knees, bringing the jeans up to her waist. The rough denim brushed against her bare skin, and she let out a little whimper of terror.

"See?" Caleb said, his voice a low murmur in her ear. "You'd look so hot in these. But you'll probably never get to wear them. Isn't that a shame?" While still holding the jeans in front of her, Caleb started rubbing her little pubic mound with his free hand.

Tears started streaming down Hana's face. Being unable to even try on clothes was just another layer of this whole nightmare. To have this boy, this creep, holding clothes against her naked body, touching her like he owned her... she wanted to scream. But her voice was gone. The only sound she could make was a choked sob.

"Aww, what's the matter, Hana? Don't like the jeans?" Mitch teased. "How about this, then? Let's go find some stuff for mom."

"Can we please just go?" Mrs. Hunter begged, her voice thin. "Please, Mitch. This is... this is just too much. Let's just drive back home."

Mitch turned to his mom, a genuinely surprised look on his face. "Go home? But we haven't even gotten to my favorite part of shopping yet! Plus, you haven't even picked anything out for yourself yet." He grinned and pointed to a rack of floral print dresses. "I think a nice, pretty sundress would look great on you, Mom. Don't you agree?"

Mrs. Hunter paled, her hand flying to her chest as if to protect the clothes she was still wearing. "Mitch, honey... no..."

"Oh, yes," Mitch said, his voice low and commanding. "Go on. Pick one out. And you better hurry, or I'll have to give you an infraction for arguing. And you know what happens after a level one."

A new wave of fear washed over Mrs. Hunter. She could see Mrs. Parker, naked and silent, her face a mask of shame. She could see Hana, her daughter, still being molested by Caleb, her spirit almost completely broken. And she knew that if she didn't do what he said, she would be right there with them.

"Ok," she whispered, her voice cracking. She slowly, hesitantly, walked over to the rack, her eyes scanning the dresses. She saw a simple, blue sundress with little white flowers on it. It was pretty, and it was the kind of thing she would normally wear. But now, it felt like a costume for a nightmare.

She reached out a trembling hand and pulled the dress from the rack. She held it up in front of her and asked, "Good?" Her voice was a mere squeak.

Mitch's eyes glinting with a cruel amusement. "Mom, you're allowed to try it on. You're not in trouble, like the others. Go ahead. Try it on."

Mrs. Hunter gave him a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Mitchell. I'll just be quick."

She turned to go find a changing room, but stopped when she heard Mitch laughing. "Mom, where do you think you're going?" he asked, a huge grin on his face.

"To... to the fitting room?" she said, her voice full of confusion.

"Fitting rooms are for males," Mitch said, shaking his head. "You're a woman. You have to try it on out here."

The hope on Mrs. Hunter's face vanished, replaced by a look of pure dread. "But... Mitchell, please..." she begged, her voice trembling.

"Do it," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now, mom."

With a sob of despair, Mrs. Hunter looked around, then quickly pulled her shirt over her head. She was wearing a plain, white bra. She then quickly unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs, revealing a pair of sensible, beige panties. Then she slipped the dress over her head and pulled it down over her body.

"There," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Are you happy now?"

Mitch was beaming. "Very. Now do a little twirl for me. I want to see how it looks all around."

Mrs. Hunter did a slow, shuffling twirl, her head bowed, her eyes closed. She had never felt so exposed in her life.

"Beautiful," Mitch said, his voice full of sarcasm. "Now, take it off." Mrs. Hunter was about to just slip the dress off and put her own clothes back on, but Mitch stopped her. "Ah, ah, ah. I didn't say you could put your clothes back on. Just the dress. Then you can help us pick out some more stuff for the girls."

Tears streamed down Mrs. Hunter's face as she realized what he was saying. He wasn't going to let her get dressed. He was going to make her walk around the store in her underwear.

"Ok," she whispered, pulling the dress off, her movements stiff and robotic. She folded the dress neatly and set it aside to buy later. As she stood there in her plain, white bra and beige panties, she felt a cold dread wash over her.

Sydney, who had been watching this whole scene with wide eyes, suddenly burst out laughing. It was a mean, spiteful giggle that cut through the tense silence. "Ha! Look at you, Mom! You're completely naked! I can see your titties bouncing! And your fat butt! And you, Melody! You look so stupid standing there with no clothes on! Everyone's looking at your big dumb boobs!"

Sydney's taunts were like little daggers, each one aimed to cause as much pain as possible. Melody flinched, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. 

Mrs. Parker was furious, though, having her own 9-year-old daughter making fun of her! As an adult, she felt a surge of anger towards her daughter, as well as a deep humiliation. She forgot herself for a second. "Sydney Anne Parker! That is enough! You do not speak to your mother and sister like that! Apologize right now!" she demanded, her voice cracking with anger and embarrassment.

"Uh, excuse me," Caleb said, stepping away from Hana for a moment. He walked over to Sydney, his expression stern. "You're new here, so I'll let you in on a little rule. Teasing is a boy's job. Boys get to tease girls about being naked. Girls aren't allowed to tease other girls about it. It's considered unsisterly. And it's against the law. It's an infraction."

Sydney's giggles died in her throat. Her eyes widened in fear. "What? But I was just..." she stammered.

"No excuses," Caleb said, shaking his head. He turned to Mitch. "Hey, Mitch, your little sister needs an infraction."

Mitch grinned. "Sydney's not my little sister, but I think you're right. Alright, Sydney. You broke the law. Wristband out."

Sydney started to cry. Real, genuine tears of fear streamed down her face. "No! Please, Mitch! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Please don't!" she begged, her voice high and panicky.

"It's a little late for that, Sydney," Mitch said, his voice cold and hard. He was enjoying this. He enjoyed having power over all the girls, and now he was just thinking about how he could keep them all naked. He grabbed her arm and tapped his phone. Level 1 - Yellow flashed, four times. Sydney's green wristband flashed a bright, cheerful yellow, which felt anything but cheerful to the now crying 9-year-old girl.

"Officer Davis," Caleb yelled, spotting the same officer who had given Melody her infraction earlier. "We have another one here! This girl needs to strip!"

Officer Davis walked over, a bored look on her face. "What seems to be the problem here, sirs?" she asked, looking from Mitch to Caleb.

"This little girl was teasing her mother and sister about being naked," Caleb said, pointing a thumb at Sydney. "I believe that is against the law, officer."

Officer Davis looked at Sydney, a glint of something in her eyes. "Teasing is a male right, indeed, not for girls," she said, her voice firm. "You know the rules, young lady. Level 1, you know what that means. Get naked. Now."

Sydney was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. "But... but I don't want to," she wailed. "Please, I'm just a kid!"

"Please don't do this! She's only 9!" Mrs. Parker, her mother, begged, her voice raw with emotion.

"She is old enough to know right from wrong, ma'am," Officer Davis said, her voice unyielding. "And she's old enough to face the consequences. Now, take off your clothes, Sidney, or I will be forced to give you another infraction."

Sydney looked over at Mitch, her eyes pleading with him, begging him to do something, to stop this. But he just stared back at her, a cold, hard look in his eyes. He wasn't going to help her. He was enjoying this too much.

Defeated, Sydney slowly, shakily, reached for the hem of her little yellow t-shirt. Her fingers trembled as she pulled it up over her head, revealing a flat, unmuscled chest with two little puffy nipples. She then unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her skinny legs, revealing a pair of cartoon-themed panties with little kittens on them. She hesitated for a second, then slipped those off too, kicking them away, wishing they were still around her little hips instead of on the floor.

Now she was completely naked. Unlike her older sister and mother, who had curves, Sydney was all straight lines and sharp angles. She was a skinny little kid with no boobs and no butt, and a completely smooth, hairless little slit between her legs. She looked fragile and vulnerable and utterly exposed. "Please, Mommy," she whispered, her voice cracking with a fresh wave of tears. "I don't like this."

"I know, sweetie," Mrs. Parker whispered back, her own tears flowing freely as she watched her youngest daughter's humiliation unfold. It was a different kind of pain than seeing Melody naked. This was her baby girl, her innocent 9-year-old, being forced to strip in the middle of a crowded department store. She felt a rage so hot and fierce it almost made her forget her own nakedness and helplessness. She wanted to scream, to hit someone, to do something. But she was trapped. A prisoner of her own nakedness and the yellow wristband that gleamed on her wrist, a silent testament to her powerlessness.

"Ok, that's better," Officer Davis said, her eyes roving over Sydney's prepubescent body. "Now, let this be a lesson to you. Teasing is a male privilege. Remember that."

"And thank you, Mrs. Parker," Mitch said, turning to the other naked woman, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "If it wasn't for you speaking up, Sydney probably wouldn't have gotten into trouble."

"Don't you dare put this on me!" Mrs. Parker shot back, her voice trembling with rage.

"Oh, but I will," Mitch said, pulling his phone out yet again. "You argued with Sydney, you argued with an officer... that's another infraction. Level 2." He tapped the app, and Mrs. Parker's yellow wristband flashed a bright, fiery orange.

"No... no, no, no," Mrs. Parker whispered, shaking her head in denial. "You can't."

"I can," Mitch said, his voice cold. "And I did. Now, pose for me. Like a supermodel. I want a picture to remember this day."

Mrs. Parker just stood there, her body shaking, her mind screaming. But as she looked at her two naked daughters, and at the determined, cruel look on Mitch's face, she knew she had no choice. With a sob of utter despair, she struck a pose, a hollow, defeated look on her face, as Mitch's camera flash went off, capturing her shame for all eternity.