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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode III - In training
Part: 6 - 10 of 59
Summary: Rachel enters swim training while her spiral of arousal and
embarrassment continues.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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********** Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 6
   By time third period class was over, Rachel was really hurting.  The
throbbing between her legs became such a distraction; she missed an easy
question in history.  As soon as the bell rang she went straight to a
restroom to figure out a more permanent solution to her problem.  Soon she
was back to massaging her hairless mound to stimulate circulation.  But it
inevitably stimulated something else.
   **I can't keep doing this every hour.
   As she completed her fourth mini-bate of the day, she made up her mind
that would be the last one today.  A solution was forming in her mind, but
she didn't want to admit it could work.  Before she had modified her dress
it would have been impossible.  But now that she had enough lower coverage,
she could conceivably go the rest of the day without panties.  If she was
careful, no one would know.
   **It's the only way to escape this wretched torture device.
   Rachel slipped her panties off her legs and stuffed them into her
backpack.  She hurried to fourth period math and made it just as the tardy
bell was ringing.  Being the last to arrive, she had to go through the
usual stares on the way to her desk.  Seeing a girl wear a strapless dress
to class was a novelty to each new group of students.  But Rachel was
getting used to it by now.
   But sitting down without panties on was a new experience; one which
highlighted just how aroused she really was.  Rachel gasped when the cold
wooden chair came in direct contact with her pussy.  She squirmed for a few
seconds trying to not to draw attention.  The shock actually felt good on
her hot lower lips, but it didn't begin to quench her burning loins. 
Eventually the chair warmed to the point that she no longer noticed a
difference in temperature.
   Rachel made it through three more periods and lunch without incident. 
But just before her last class she stumbled into a hornet's nest.  Coming
around the corner, Rachel saw her least favorite bully and her minions
standing down the hall.
   "Well, here comes our little slutty bunny.  How you doing bunny?" Brenda
had a wicked grin on her face as she headed toward the girl.
   Rachel tried to ignore and veer away but Brenda adjusted her angle to
intercept.
   "What's the matter, bunny?  Don't go hopping off so soon." The minions
gathered around cutting off any escape routes.  Rachel considered pushing
through and making a run for it, but she wouldn't make it far in her shoes.
The second best option was to stay calm, play along and hope they lost
interest.
   "Hi Brenda.  I'm doing fine, thank you" Rachel tried to smile and look
kind, but she had trouble appearing genuine.
   Brenda laughed "You better thank me.  I let you off easy last time.  But
that doesn't make us fine.  You still owe me for cheating out of your
little hopping show" she looked around at her buddies "I'd say at least $5.
That sound fair?" Brenda's minions all agreed.
   "I don't have any money" Rachel pleaded.  She looked around for help,
but the halls were deserted.  The other students knew to stay away when
Brenda the bitch was on the prowl.
   "I don't believe you, slutty bunny.  Cassy, check her backpack.  You
better not be lying to us."
   Rachel didn't have a choice but to allow Cassy to step behind and unzip
her backpack.  Cassy was just as big as Brenda and just as ugly.  Rachel
knew they wouldn't find any money.  She prayed for the school bell to ring
and end the search.  Two pockets down and still nothing.
   When the bell rang Rachel said "Look, Brenda.  I told you I don't have
any money, but I have to get to class.  I promise I'll pay you tomorrow."
With as much confidence as she could muster, Rachel squeezed between two
minions and started toward her class.  She didn't make it far.
   "Woah!  What's this?" Cassy was still digging around in Rachel's
backpack and pulled a pair of skimpy white panties from the last pocket.
   **Uh oh.
   Brenda took one look at the panties and yanked Rachel back into the
fray. "What's going on, little slut?  Why are these panties in your bag
instead of on your ass?  You some kind of pervert?"
   "No.  Those are...an extra pair." Rachel was now in real trouble.
   "Prove it.  Show us your panties."
   With all the indignance she could muster, Rachel made one last attempt
at reason.  "I don't have to show you anything, Brenda.  Now, let's get to
class before someone catches us out here and gives everyone detention."
   "I've already got detention" Brenda gave a subtle nod to Cassy as she
stepped back to give Rachel a path "but if you're that worried, go ahead
and hop along to class."
   Rachel was taken aback by the sudden act of kindness.  But she wasn't
about to let the moment of good fortune pass.  She turned and started
through the opening set by Brenda.
   With her guard up against Brenda, Rachel didn't notice Cassy step in
behind her.  With one fluid motion, Cassy grabbed the bottom of Rachel's
dress and wrapped it up over her head like a bag.  Rachel screamed and
struggled inside the makeshift cocoon as the whole group burst out
laughing. She was no match for Cassy's brute strength.  Her arms had been
yanked along with the dress and were tangled up around her head within the
fabric of the dress.
   She could only dance and twist around with futility as her entire naked
body was exposed to Brenda's clan.
   "I knew you were lying to me." Brenda took to poking the girl which made
her writhe even more "let this be a lesson to you.  You don't call me a
bitch.  You're my bitch, and you always do what I say.  From now on, ok?"
   Rachel didn't want to resist too hard and risk tearing her dress even
more.  Defeated, she said "ok".  At this point she would say anything.
   "That's better.  I'm keeping your panties as a reminder to tell the
truth next time.  Come on girls, like the bunny said.  We don't want to
get...detention!" everyone got another laugh on their way down the hall.
   Rachel had just readjusted her dress when a male voice came from down
the hall "BRENDA!"
   Brenda stopped in her tracks and turned to address him "yes Mr. 
Robinson?  Did you need something?"
   Principal Robinson approached the group and tried to assess the
situation.  He recognized Rachel made a guess at what was going on. 
"Brenda, what are you doing with those panties?"
   "They're mine, sir...an extra pair." The thought of Brenda fitting into
those panties was patently absurd.
   "Rachel, are these girls bothering you?"
   It was the perfect chance to bust her.  Brenda deserved to be punished
for what she did.  But Rachel wasn't stupid.  She caught a mean glare from
Brenda and thought better.  If she ran to the principal now, she would
become a target all year.  And she was already on thin ice.
   "I dropped my backpack.  They were just helping me."
   Principal Robinson was skeptical of the excuse, but without evidence he
had no choice but to let everyone go with a stern warning about tardiness.
The girls went their separate ways but Rachel caught one more glance from
Brenda.  It made Rachel think she had made a mistake.  Backing down to a
bully only gives them more power over you.  And Brenda looked like she
couldn't wait to exercise that power...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 7
   Rachel collapsed onto the bench next to her locker.  She had survived a
full day of school in her skimpy dress.  But the most stressful part of her
day was still ahead.  She sat for a few moments staring at her locker. 
Inside awaited the one object she had been dreading all day.  The pinnacle.
   It was bad enough that she was expected to wear next to nothing to swim
practice.  But to insert a phallic device into her vagina and walk around
like that was completely normal?  Rachel shivered.  She just couldn't go
through with it.  Without a second thought she tossed it into the bottom of
her pack and dressed for practice.
   Coach Ron paced around the pool nervously.  He had been busy all day
with organizational stuff like transportation for the first meet.  It turns
out a swim program doesn't run itself.  With one assistant coach and a
freshman student manager as his only help, most of the administrative stuff
fell back on him.
   His conversation the host school, Eastern Academy, did nothing to
improve his mood.  Their head coach's words were dripping with
condescension.  He offered no help with accommodations and indicated that
Thornwood should do Eastern a favor and stay home.  It made Coach Ron want
to beat Eastern even more.
   He couldn't wait to begin practice and put all that behind him.  He had
a few gems on his team, but as a whole he had a lot of work to do if he was
going to whip them into shape in two weeks.  When Rachel came out of the
locker room, Coach Ron noticed she wasn't wearing the pinnacle.
   "Rachel, did you get the package I left you?"
   "Um yeah.  I left it at home." She lied "I thought it would be fine
since this is just practice."
   Coach Ron used the excuse to glance down at her perfectly formed nude
pussy lips.  "Well, I guess you can practice without it.  But the school
board voted.  You can't compete unless you are wearing your full uniform.
And you need to start bringing it to practice to get used to it.  Did you
have any questions?  Did it fit?"
   "Yeah.  It was...fine" Rachel blushed.  She had yet to try it on.  She
had no idea how it would fit.  But she didn't want to talk about it with
anyone; especially her male swim coach.
   Coach Ron initiated practice with a few announcements.  "Don't forget
our exhibition this coming Saturday.  Until then all practices will be
closed.  Saturday we officially unveil the Thornwood aquatic facility and
Varsity swim team.  Sunday, we have two activities scheduled.  First is the
walkthrough.  Participation is mandatory.  This will be our only chance to
sharpen our procedures before the first meet at Eastern Academy.  We will
work on warm-up and warm-down standards as well as team relay routines.  It
is very important we are all on the same page.  If we show any signs of
being out of sync, Eastern will eat us alive.  I spoke with their coach
today and they expect to scrub the pool with us.  We must be ready to
compete and ready to win..."
   Rachel was moved by the pep speech, but something in the back of her
mind kept nagging her.  Something about Sunday...
   "Then, Sunday night we will have a team bonding session organized by the
captains.  I would like to take this opportunity to remind the captains
that there is a difference between bonding and hazing.  There will be no
coach supervision.  We expect you to have some fun, but please remember to
temper your activities accordingly.  If things go too far, you will be held
responsible."
   **Sunday?  OH!
   It suddenly clicked in Rachel's mind.  Due to a series of mishaps, she
was required to report to the department store at the mall on Sunday
afternoon.  Although not intending to shoplift, she had done it and been
caught.  Then she'd agreed to serve her time in the store rather than face
legal prosecution.
   With the pre-practice meeting over, everyone was instructed to enter the
pool.  Rachel would have to talk to Coach Ron later about Sunday.  For now
she had to focus on her training.  Coach Ron chose a simple but effective
method for preparing his team for the first meet.  Despite all the fancy
training equipment and top dollar technology, what his team really needed
was good old fashion exertion.  Technique and fine tuning could come later.
Right now he needed raw speed and endurance from his team.
   The practice turned out to be a rigorous and boring affair.  Rachel had
an initial flashback when she first entered the pool.  Being mostly naked
in the water was an unusual and exciting sensation; one which she had only
experienced once before during tryouts.  But the excitement soon wore off
as the team was divided into groups for tedious relay drills.
   They spent the entire practice doing laps in the pool alternating
strokes.  Rachel found herself among the fastest in her group.  She felt
comfortable in the water.  It didn't bother her as much that she was naked
because she was in her element and it felt so natural.
   Even in her weaker strokes, the backstroke and the breast, Rachel
surprised herself by finishing near the front.  She also noticed a stronger
than usual finishing kick.  With nothing else available, she had been
forced to wear her strength trainer shoes every day.  In less than one week
they were already producing results; sculpting her long firm legs into
objects of absolute perfection.  But even more exciting to Rachel was the
measurable increase in muscle tone which she could feel in every kick.
   The strength trainers, along with the uniform's low water resistance and
special swimming gloves all contributed to Rachel's impressive performance
during practice.  But what really started to pay off as the practice wore
on were her long summer sessions in the pool.  Her endurance was most
evident near the end when she was finishing first in every stroke by
several lengths.
   It was exactly what Rachel needed to relieve stress after several longs
days away from the water.  Still she was happy for practice to be over. 
She hadn't swum that much in a while and was sure to be sore.
   The day began to weigh heavily on Rachel as Coach Ron wrapped up
practice.  She wanted to shower then go home and crash for the night. 
Unfortunately, that was not possible because of the chore list awaiting her
at home.  In fact, the poor girl was doomed to suffer another long evening
of embarrassment.  And it started before she had even left the school...TO
BE CONTINUED Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 8
   Susan Gillmony took a special pride in her responsibilities.  She
reigned over her household like it was her own domain.  Her husband wanted
to be a big shot around town and liked to be seen as wearing the pants in
the family.  Susan played the role of the meek housewife when needed.  But
in her house, she was the boss.
   Richard could have his little intern escapades and Eric could pull
pranks at school.  But her husband and her son both knew better than to
challenge her authority at home.
   Their new houseguest was starting to learn that lesson too.  There were
a few days at first when the little tart kept disrupting the order of
things.  But after bending Rachel to her will, Susan was once again in
charge and feeling good.
   **Still have to keep a close watch on that girl, though.  She can be so
wishy-washy sometimes!
   Susan smirked at her pun as she stood over the clothes washer.  She had
found the half completed load of laundry and figured out Rachel had done
it. "Half assed as usual" she muttered to herself.  Without Susan's
intervention, the clothes would have sat there all day and gathered deep
wrinkles.  The nice thing to do would be to dry and fold them.
   But Susan had something more sinister in mind.  She sabotaged the load
of laundry by pouring in some bleach then restarting the wash cycle.  Ever
since she started manipulating Rachel to seduce Richard, she had felt more
at liberty to be deviant.  That she had been rewarded in the bedroom
multiple times only reinforced her bad behavior.  It motivated her to
antagonize the girl further.
   **Nothing wrong with a little good...clean fun.
   Another silly pun then Susan left the laundry room to attend to some
more pressing duties; watching her daily talk shows.
   After practice, Rachel caught up with Ellie in the locker room.  It was
nice to talk to her, but she didn't need Ellie's advice anymore since she
had made it through school in her dress.  So they just chatted.  Being a
team manager meant Ellie had responsibilities after practice.  She couldn't
go change with the team or shower until she had finished her duties around
the pool.
   "The training center is deserted" she whispered to Rachel mischievously.
"I've been reading the instruction manual for the warm-down tub.  It's
pretty easy to adjust the programming.  Wanna stick around and help me
figure it out?"
   Rachel shuddered.  She had demonstrated the warm-down tub to the whole
team last week.  She had been helplessly strapped in while it went through
a generic demo mode.  The powerful jets had brought her to the brink of
orgasm.  The last thing she wanted right now was to risk being caught in
that thing.
   "I think I'll pass"
   "Oh fine" Ellie acted disappointed, but rallied.  "I'm wearing my
uniform under this warm up.  I'll just try it out myself." With a wink
Ellie was on her way back to the pool area.
   The first door from the pool area led into an anteroom.  This was where
the new uniform boxes had been stacked up before the tryout last Thursday.
From there, a short hallway led into the shower area which was positioned
in the middle of the locker room.  Rachel passed through the hall and found
a shower head.
   She showered in silence.  She didn't mean to ignore her teammates, but
was busy thinking about next Sunday.  Serving her punishment at the mall
meant she would miss the team walkthrough.
   Just then Coach Ron entered the dressing room and walked straight to his
office without even glancing over at the group of naked showering girls
across the room.  It was still a little strange for a man to walk around
the locker room like that, but the girls seemed to be getting used to it.
   **I should at least go apologize to Coach Ron.  I don't really know him
well enough to judge his mood, but he sure looks stressed.  And he looks
busy.  It won't hurt to wait a day or two.  I'll talk to him tomorrow.
   The shower area was separated from the dressing room with just a two
foot high partial wall.  Individually labeled lockers with benches lined
the walls of this room.
   Rachel trudged over to her locker and sat down facing the room.  She
pulled out her stockings and started to get dressed.  The she stood up and
stepped into her garter belt.  She thought about her missing panties as she
adjusted the garter straps.
   **You sure can dress quickly when you don't have to mess with underwear.
   The little panties were a casualty of her encounter with Brenda the
bully.  Long gone by now, she had no hope of recovering them nor did she
particularly want to.  Once she got rid of those damned panties, her day
had gone much better.
   While tying her shoes, an image formed in Rachel's mind of Brenda trying
to squeeze into them.  She smiled as she absentmindedly stood up and
grabbed her backpack.  She even giggled as she imagined Brenda grunting and
the panties exploding into pieces around her.
   **Would serve her right.
   Rachel started toward the exit completely oblivious to the egregious
error she was committing.  Her quick change and reverie had caused her to
skip a critical step.  The most important part of her outfit, her dress,
was still hanging in the locker.  As she walked, her subconscious tried to
warn her of the oversight.  She got a nagging notion to look at her body
before passing Coach Ron's office and leaving the locker room.
   She looked down and mused at her outfit.  Her unsteady shoes made her
breasts quiver with each step; almost like walking in high heels.  Her legs
flexed to maintain balance under the tight stockings.  The frilly garter
belt accented her small waist.
   And the bows were the exact same shade of her bright pink nipples!
   **Hmm.  How did I miss that before?
   She got a sudden urge to fondle them, but exercised restraint by
reaching for the silk bows instead.  Despite her admirable display of self
control; her nipples responded anyway and started to inflate.  Better to
stop now and shift her attention away from her body before things got out
of hand.
   Rachel thought instead about her strong practice performance which
calmed her considerably.  The nagging feeling was still there.  But unable
to attribute it to anything in particular, she released the bows and
resumed her walk; this time with a little more spring in her step.
   Coach Ron was still nervous about being in the ladies locker room while
the girls showered and changed.  No one had called him on it yet, but it
was still early in the year and he didn't want to push his luck.  He would
have plenty of time to survey his domain and all the anatomical riches it
possessed.  After all, he was their head coach and the locker room was just
an extension of his office.
   It took self control for Coach Ron to refrain from peeking out at the
girls.  He was doing pretty well too; until the mostly naked teenage
goddess crossed his doorway.  Rachel's assets were impressive to look at in
the context of a swim uniform.  But seeing her with her hair down and
wearing nothing but thigh high stockings added a whole new dimension to her
sex appeal.  He did a double take.  She was a physical specimen of female
perfection.  But that didn't explain her lack of clothes.
   Rachel caught his eye and gave a quick smile and wave as she passed.  By
now her nipples were fully inflated and bounced atop her perky young
breasts.  Coach Ron stared in disbelief at his good fortune.
   **Damn.  That is by far the best rack I have ever seen.  They sure know
how to grow `em around here.  Is she trying to tease me?  Where is she
going anyway?
   But he was too stunned to go investigate further.  So he just shook his
head and tried to return to his paperwork.
   Rachel opened the door and waltzed into the pool area.  If someone had
been there, they could have warned her.  But the other girls were still
getting dressed.  Ellie had finished picking up the equipment and was out
of sight in the training center getting ready to enjoy the warm down tub.
She floated to the nearest exit completely oblivious to her blunder.
   The lucky guy Rachel met next got the thrill of his life...TO BE
CONTINUED Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 9
   The halls of Thornwood were empty.  Most of the students had long
abandoned it in search of freedom.  Only the most dedicated students
remained in pockets of extracurricular activities.  Soon even these eager
young scholars would succumb to the lure and comfort of home.
   Just down the hall from the aquatic center, band practice was one such
activity.  And once pupil in particular decided he had enough learning for
one day.  Little Bradley Harrison found a way to sneak out of band practice
a couple minutes early.  It turns out he was about to stumble into every
horny teen boy's wet dream right around the corner.  Once clear of the band
room, he marched down the hall with his trumpet case like a thief who had
just pulled off a grand heist.
   Being the first one done after swim practice, Rachel had just reached
the exit to the aquatic center.  She pulled the heavy door open and stepped
through just as Bradley approached.  She saw the young freshman who hardly
warranted acknowledgement.  But Rachel was in an amicable mood and decided
to be friendly.
   "Hi" she put on her brightest smile and turned toward the outer exit as
the door clicked shut behind her.
   Bradley froze.  All the blood in his brain rushed down to between his
legs and he felt lightheaded.  Standing before him was the most erotic
sight he could imagine.  Most girls barely gave him the time of day.  But
now out of nowhere appears a naked teenage girl with curves everywhere
wearing nothing but a smile.  And she even talked to him.
   Rachel still did not realize anything was wrong.  The cool dry climate
controlled air of Thornwood was a big contrast to the humid pool area. 
Rachel gave an involuntary shiver as she stepped into the hall; jiggling
her female assets in the process.
   Bradley fainted.
   **?
   Rachel took one step toward the boy intending to help him up.  Suddenly
alarms went off all over her body and Rachel realized she was naked.  She
screamed then clamped her hand over her mouth; not wanting to attract any
attention.
   "RRRRIIINNNNNNGGGGgggggg"
   Just then the 5:00pm bell went off to mark the end of most after school
activities.  In this wing of the school, the biggest group left was the
band.  Down an adjacent hall Rachel heard the rest of the band students
packing up and trickling out of the practice hall.
   She turned back the way she came to the safety of the aquatic center. 
Swim practices had been strictly closed to the public since the first day.
So once practice began, the door latches were usually set to exit only.  As
she feared the door refused to budge.  She was locked out.  Rachel peered
desperately through the tiny window praying for someone to come to her aid.
But that escape route was blocked and there was no one in sight.  At that
moment, Ellie was riding the jets of the warm down tub to heights of
ecstasy never before known.  Rachel could have screamed and pounded the
door down and Ellie would never have noticed.
   **This can't be happening.  If I get caught roaming the halls dressed
like this, I am going to die!
   Rachel's survival instincts kicked in.  She looked over at Bradley who
was still out cold in the corridor.  The excited chatter of other band
students grew louder.  They would be here any second.  But so far no one
else had seen her.  Rachel's heart was racing almost as fast as her mind;
running through options.  Every inch of her exposed skin screamed to be
covered.  She was sensitive to the open air.  And worst of all she was
aroused.
   She took a last despondent look into the safety of the aquatic center.
So close yet unable to enter.  Just before looking away something caught
her eye.  Across the pool from her one of the doors was propped open. 
Salvation!  She calculated the distance and routes to that entrance.  She
could get there fastest via either the main corridor of the school or by
cutting through the cafeteria.
   To walk naked down the main hall would be like torture.  But would the
cafeteria route be much better?  She was likely to encounter as many people
either way.
   **Might as well huddle here in the corner and let the band gawk at me as
they pass.  This door has to open eventually.
   She glanced at the corner and imagined the other students coming around
the corner to discover a naked schoolmate plastered against the wall.
   **NO!
   Rachel's sense of modesty had been altered.  But this was too much.  She
had to find another escape route.  But that dead end train of thought had
wasted more valuable seconds.  If she didn't do something right now, the
decision would be made for her.
   **Just run for it.
   Rachel didn't have a destination in mind.  But she could no longer stay
here and weigh her options.  If she ran she might find a closet or hiding
spot and figure out what to do next.  It still meant risking exposure, but
it was the best remaining of her dwindling options.  At least she was a
pretty fast runner and could escape trouble...when she wasn't wearing her
strength trainers.
   Bradley groaned but didn't wake.  Rachel made up her mind.  She yanked
on the laces as she struggled out of her shoes.  Her body was shaking from
fear, arousal and anticipation.  With a final kick they came off.  She left
them there and took off down the hall with one hand clamped over her bare
pussy mound.
   The freshly waxed linoleum hallway was like a skating rink under her
stockings.  She went too fast around the first corner and almost fell.
   **I can't outrun anybody like this.  I should have stayed back by the
pool.
   But Rachel was already committed.  She skated down the hall as fast as
she could and kept her eyes peeled for any form of rescue.
   Bradley opened his eyes as Rachel disappeared around the corner.  Just
then the door to the pool opened and several girls exited in a group.  They
were wearing normal school clothes.  Not one was naked.  Bradley stood up
and retrieved his trumpet case just as the rest of the band members
approached.  He didn't see the empty pair of shoes sitting against the
wall. The swim team merged with the throng of band students on their way to
the exit.
   **Maybe I imagined it all.
   Some of his friends found him and asked what happened, but Bradley
couldn't explain.  Without proof no one would believe him anyway...TO BE
CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 10
   Rachel glanced back as she shuffled down the hall.  If she had waited
another couple seconds, the aquatic center doors would have opened for her.
But she didn't know that.  Now she was stuck racing down the halls of her
school wearing nothing but sexy thigh high stockings.
   The going was slow.  By now she had expected to be at the end of this
hall, but she was only half way down.  And the other students were coming
fast behind her.
   **The exit!
   Rachel would never make it to the end of the hall and around the next
corner, but she was much closer to the exit doors.  If she went outside she
would at least be able to flee normally instead of being a sitting duck
here in the hall.  But it would put her even further from the aquatic
center and she was still naked.
   She had no other choice.  She adjusted her angle and made straight
toward the exit.  She reached the closest door but paused before opening
it. Another wave of arousal hit her.  Was she really going outside dressed
like this?  Her pussy was radiating heat under her tightly clamped hand. 
She looked back once more.  The first few students appeared and made her
decision easier.  Rachel pushed the latch and dove out the door just in
time.
   Another world awaited her outside.  First it was the warm, humid aquatic
center followed by the harsh cold air conditioned halls of Thornwood.  Now
she had stepped into the sweltering heat of a record breaking southern
afternoon.  Memories of walking home after swim practice broke through the
shock as Rachel found herself standing on the baking sidewalk in the heat
of the day.
   But this time, she wasn't on a casual walk home with Ellie.  She was
running for her life.  Fortunately, no other students were in Rachel's
immediate vicinity.  But that would soon change.
   Rachel started running along to her left following the sidewalk toward
the end of the building.  Her boobs bounced openly as she ran but she was
too frantic to help it; although she did keep one hand between her legs.
   The sidewalk ended at the corner of the building.  Rachel kept running
on grass along the back of the school.  On her right, in the distance, a
road separated the open field from the adjoining neighborhood.  Fleetingly
Rachel considered running home.  But the idea never took hold.  Better to
work toward getting back into the school and to her clothes.
   Covering her pussy was slowing her down.  Since no one was nearby, she
gave up on it and used both arms to run faster.  There were windows spaced
regularly along the back of the school but almost no doors.  Some of the
rooms Rachel passed had a whole wall of windows.  She caught glimpses of
people inside as she flew past.  She could only hope that they weren't
looking out the window right then or that she was running fast enough to be
nothing more than a blur to them.
   There were very few entrances along the back of the school; only the
occasional service door which could only be opened from the inside.  But
she thought she was going in the right direction to get to the other side
of the aquatic center.  After sprinting about 200 feet, she approached the
first break in the wall.  It wasn't an entrance, only a utility alcove
about 10 feet across and 20 feet deep.  Being so remote it would be the
perfect hideout while she planned her next move.
   Unfortunately, Rachel wasn't the only one to think that was a good place
to hide out.  She ducked into the alcove and turned back to make sure no
one had followed her.  Her chest was heaving from the exertion.
   "...dude."
   Rachel jumped and moved to cover herself with her arms.  But a little
cover was not going to help her enough.  So without bothering to see who
was there, she took off again down the building in a panic.
   Two stoners were using that alcove to smoke pot after school.  By the
time Rachel appeared they were pretty baked.  And before they could react
she was gone again.
   "Did you see that chick, man?" the first kid was rubbing his eyes trying
to focus.  "I think she was naked."
   "Uh...yeah.  I think so" the other kid thought he was hallucinating. 
"Your brother scored some good shit this time."
   "heh.  He's gonna be pissed when he finds out it's missing." Then he
pointed toward the opening.  "I think she ran that way."
   Both the stoners were laying on the grown in the shade of the building.
Thinking it was a side effect of the pot; neither had the energy or the
inclination to go investigate if there really had been a naked girl.
   Rachel didn't look back to see if she was being followed.  She just ran
as fast as she could to the next alcove.  But this time she peeked in to
make sure it was clear before entering.  Once inside, her legs nearly
buckled under her from the desperate naked sprint and she couldn't catch
her breath.  But worse than that, she couldn't stop her fingers from
probing her throbbing pussy.  She stumbled into the shadow and leaned
against the hot bricks before letting her fingers plunge inside her.
   "Oh...GOD!"
   She cried out several times and collapsed onto the cement floor in
ecstasy.  She felt like a degenerate; no better than the stoners in the
next alcove over.  Neither Rachel nor the stoners were able to control
their body's physical urges and had to resort to deviant behavior to
satisfy them.  The vulgar assault on her tender sex continued for some
time. Her accidental nudity and subsequent escape effort was driving her to
masturbate in broad daylight just outside her school.  Rachel squeezed her
eyes shut in humiliation and arousal and tried to ride it out.
   **I can't do this anymore.  All the doors back here are closed.  What
was I thinking?  I can't make it back to the aquatic center without being
caught.
   She stopped fighting her body and accepted the inevitable.  If she was
giving up, she might as well go out with a bang and enjoy it.  But as her
session progressed, she found her arousal abating instead of escalating. 
So many recent mini-bates had conditioned her body to relax rather than
orgasm.
   **The one time I want to climax, and I can't!
   Rachel cried out in frustration and begged her body to reverse
direction. Fortunately, she had a secret weapon which she had vowed never
to use.  Except this was a special circumstance.  The weapon was only a
pinch away.  She gave in to her throbbing nipples and reached up to give
them a pinch.  That was the signal her body had long been waiting for.  Her
arousal level began to climb as she cried out again and bucked against her
hand.
   **Holy shit, this one's gonna be real.  God, I love my tits.
   She resolved to finish herself off right there, yelling and screaming
all the way.  And then she would march back around to the front of the
school in broad daylight showing her glorious naked body to anyone who
cared to look.  Just the thought of it made her toes curl with excitement.
But not long after had she settled on that plan, a new route presented
itself and her will faltered.  Her glorious release would have to wait...TO
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