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story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
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Secret Girls Club Part 25
(Dove learns who attacked her
over the summer and it’s nothing she’s prepared for. Afterward she
tries to wrestle two girls but it doesn’t end well.)
I had to
reschedule two matches for later in the evening so I could take the
meeting with Toria. I wasn’t sure what I was going to learn. I allowed
my thoughts to go unchecked all day and I was restless.
Toria showed up 10 minutes later and she was carrying a large envelope. My heart raced as she approached my table.
She slid the envelope across the table. I snagged it and set it aside for the moment.
“Okay, who was behind it?” I demanded.
Toria smiled. “Slow down honey, this can’t be rushed.”
“Okay then, I’m all ears.”
“Hold on a minute,” she said, standing up and making her was to the fruit bar.
I took the opportunity to empty the contents of the envelope. There
were several pages held together with a paper clip and a flash drive. I
quickly scanned the first page, which turned out to be copies of
e-mails. I saw a familiar e-mail account belonging to Christa just as
Toria returned with two juices.
She handed me one and then sat down. I nearly lost it when I asked her about Christa being involved.
“First, you’re going to have to read through the material yourself and
then take a look at the flash drive,” Toria sternly said. “Second, all
I told you was I was going to hand over the evidence and tell you who
was behind it all. So, settle down.”
I took a deep breath and apologized to her.
“Good girl,” said Toria. “Now as for the mastermind, you’ll need to be patient.”
I knew she was trying to irate me with her “good girl” and telling me I
needed to be patient. I mean, really, I gave her (and myself) nearly 24
hours to calm down. But I had to play it her way. I kept breathing
calmly, waiting for Toria to tell me the story.
Toria took a
drink from her juice and started in. “It’s a little complicated since I
won’t violate any of my oaths. Let’s just say this isn’t the only
secret club in the world and I can’t be sure who really started it but
I do know It got built up into this big deal between two rival clubs. I
shouldn’t even say that but I’m not saying where.”
After a brief pause, I asked her to continue.
“So, these two girls were at a bar frequented by both clubs. Normally
they never shared information but this night, a fight started between
two girls. A lot of glasses got broken, a lot of alcohol was spilled
and a lot of insults were bandied about. That’s when the gauntlet was
thrown down and the plan was hatched.”
“Yes? Yes?”
“Like I said, after the fight ended with one girl unconscious and her
shirt torn off her, the other girl, who was barely standing, kept
yelling “Who’s next?”
The club leaders were able to calm
things down and everybody went to neutral ground. The leaders sat at
the bar and discussed consequences. I couldn’t hear much over the noise
… “
“Wait, wait? You were there? Were you using a fake i.d.?”
“No, I work there. I’m a bartender who can certainly hold her own in
any fight. I just never graduated high school and your school allowed
me to enroll there. But don’t worry, I’ve already dropped out.”
“I’m confused … “
“Don’t be,” said Toria. “Just know that they decided to pull a prank on
their former high schools and you were picked by, I guess, someone you
knew. Another girl got picked at another school and she was also
considered the best.”
(At least they thought I was the best at
my school, I thought. Still, I wondered why even pull a prank against a
high school girl when they were obviously much older.)
“What
happened to you did not happen to the other girl,” said Toria. “The
other club cheated and really took it out on you. Before you say
anything, I did not lose on purpose but I had to be part of the club to
even broach the subject with you. The other club kicked out everyone
involved in your attack, confiscating all the evidence, and a girl you
know promised that nothing would get out.”
I was stunned and immediately knew Christa and her older sister Sydney were part of the plan.
“Those people you know never wanted anything bad to happen to you. But
neither were around to prevent it. When they saw the video, they were
horrified.”
We parted ways after that and I had to sit there,
gathering my thoughts. I was interrupted by Shayla, the sophomore I was
supposed to wrestle. I had to keep my commitment.
Walking to
the mat I still had Christa on my mind. I needed to find out her role
in all this. She was the only person I ever talked to about my attack
and she already knew about it! I was so frustrated I failed to realize
the match was on and Shayla took advantage and ripped off my T-shirt
with no defensive moves from me.
Shayla was coming again and
easily pulled my shorts off over my shoes. I had to fight back
immediately or face my first loss in almost a year. I tried forgetting
about the revelation and went at her, wrestling her to the ground. I
started pulling off her T-shirt when I noticed Christa watching from
the stands, I let go of Shayla’s T-shirt and started to stand up,
thinking I would approach Christa.
What a mistake. Shayla
ripped off my panties from behind and tripped me. She sat on my thighs
and started untying my shoes. She sat inn such a way that I could reach
her shoes and socks and began removing them, hoping Shayla would
abandon my shoes and try to play defense.
Shayla was smarter
than that. She continued untying my shoes and pulling them off. My
socks went quickly and I had just suffered the worst defeat of my life.
Losing is bad enough, but losing to a sophomore was horrifying.
She had me put my hands behind my head and walk around the mat in front
of everyone, many of whom had never seen me naked. I glanced at Christa
and she looked sad. I also noticed she had my manilla folder with all
the evidence tucked under her left arm.
My level of
embarrassment was off the scales. I was so ashamed I wanted to bury my
face in my hands. Having my hands behind my head made that impossible
and I had to take in all the laughter and shocked looks as I was led to
the Wall of Shame.
After she tied me up, hands over my head,
she kissed me on the forehead and thanked me for making her so popular.
After she left, the second girl, Heidi, dropped by to officially accept
my forfeiture. As a result, I was going to have to spend all next
Friday naked and tied to the Wall of Shame. It was bad enough to lose
to younger girls. I had to admit it was my own failure to prepare for
the matches that cost me.
It seemed like everybody in the
basement stopped by to get a view of my humiliation. That made it all
so much worse. Then I felt a pair of hands rubbing my shoulders and
instinctively knew it was Christa. She brought her lips close to my eye
and whispered “I owe you an apology and explanation. I’ll do that next
week. I’m so sorry Dove.” Then she walked away leaving me alone with my
thoughts. I was a naked girl in a zoo, as people continued to drop by
several times to take in my utter shame.
End of Part 25
Secret Girls Club Part 26
(Dove and Christa clear the air before Dove must submit to Heidi for her forfeiture)
The worst part of having to serve a forfeit is that the only one I
could blame was myself. Heidi won because I was unable to compete after
a foolish loss to Shayla, I scheduled both matches for the same night
and I’m scheduled to take the punishment tonight.
Heidi seemed
like the happiness girl in school during the week. The sophomore smiled
at me whenever we crossed paths. Rules of the club meant all business
was to be conducted in the basement only on competition days, which
were Friday and Saturday. I needed Friday to come and go as quickly as
possible.
Christa, who is a senior and is my best friend in
the club, played it cool all week. We didn’t have any contact during
the week. If we did, it might set up a massive argument and that would
be disastrous.
Because of her apology on Saturday night, I
would reserve all judgment. After all, Christa had never done anything
to hurt me before. I had allowed myself to feel betrayed since I had
glanced at some of the evidence and her name was prominently displayed.
Christa was in possession of the evidence and the flash drive and I
trusted her with it. If she fiddled with anything, she knew I would
find out.
Saturday finally arrived and my first order of
business was to negotiate with Heidi for 10 minutes for my talk with
Christa. Since I was not in the best of conditions, I had to agree that
Heidi could humiliate me on the wrestling mat before spending my night
stuck on the Wall of Shame. I had that to look forward to; lucky me.
Christa slid the folder to me when we met at the negotiating tables.
She took a deep breath and explained how it was a sorority prank gone
haywire. When she first helped set up the ‘joke’ she made sure I would
not be hurt and that nothing that happened would ever be shared
publicly. Her e-mails backed up her explanation.
It was an
e-mail by her older sister Sydney, now a sophomore in college, that
shocked Christa, who was sworn to secrecy about the bungled prank until
now.
I had shared with Christa what happened just to get it
off my chest. That’s when she learned how things went all wrong. She
couldn’t say anything, though, until she cleared it up with her sister.
One of the participants, who is no longer in school, decided to plan
her own ‘prank.’ She had got it in her head I deserved extreme
punishment for me winning a match against the younger sister of her
best friend.
The result of her extreme behavior was to strip
her at frat party and kick her out of their club. She dropped off of
school a few days later and has not been seen since.
I thanked Christa for the information and her support, though I wasn’t so thrilled because of my upcoming embarrassment.
Having to submit to sophomores on two consecutive nights was the worst
thing that could happen to me. I was ashamed as I reported to the mat
and obey her every command.
“Stand up straight and put your hands behind your head,” Heidi demanded.
As I did as she said, I knew this was going to be somewhat drawn out.
She was feeling the power she had over me. If was something I had to go
through to prove how committed I am to the secret club and its rules.
Heidi circled around me, heckling me like I was some naïve freshman. I
kept my mouth shut. She kept grabbing my T-shirt, sometimes pulling it
high enough to expose the bottom of my breasts. She then produced a
pair of scissors, took hold of my T-shirt, stretched it out and began
cutting through the material.
She sliced between my breasts
and stopped at the collar. She repeated the process on the back of my
T-shirt, so that while I was still wearing a shirt, it was in two
pieces.
Next, Heidi unsnapped my shorts and slid them all
the way to my ankles. Then she took hold of my panties and brought them
as far as my knees. She was chuckling at how red I was becoming, having
to stand there in front of a lot of people.
Heidi then
explained how I come to be in this position, that I was so confident I
thought I could beat two sophomores on the same night that it
back-fired when I lost to Shayla, and thus had to forfeit to her.
She had lay on the mat, my face mashed into the foamy material, with my
hands still behind my head. Then she slapped my ace a few times,
hoping, she said, to give it as much red as my face. I was actually
impressed by her kinky mind, though I wished it on any other girl in
the place except me.
Heidi untied my shoelaces, took off my
shoes and then unfurled my socks until I was barefoot. She then started
to caress my feet, which felt surprising good. She rubbed all my toes
individually and then ran her nails over my soles. I wasn’t expecting
any pleasure.
My shorts came off next and Heidi told me to
stand straight again, keeping my panties exactly where they were. It
was a struggle and I managed to keep my panties just about my knees as
I stood up and resumed my position. I felt ridiculous standing there
with a torn shirt and my panties at knee level.
Heidi took the
scissors to my sleeves, keeping the collar intact again. She also cut
down the sides of the shirt so that I was left with a very revealing
robe. She then told me to hand her my panties … with my toes.
I moved my knees together, allowing the panties to fall to the ground.
I nearly lost my balance a couple of times and managed to to bring them
up with my toes far enough to where she didn’t have to reach for it.
She shoved them into her pocket and then instructed me to walk, just
the way I was, making sure each leg came up to knee level, to the Wall
of Shame.
When we arrived, she snipped off my shirt, directed me into place and secured me for the rest of the night.
The shame was overwhelming but I did have to respect her for an interesting experience.
End of Part 26