Blondie's Humiliation Stories

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Chapter 10: Tina
Sun Feb 4, 2018 10:13pm

With Ruby now under our thumbs, we focused our concentration on Tina. Natalie had been following her for a few days, and it looked like our best bet would be to take care of her during the lunch hour.

According to Natalie, Tina brought her own lunch to school, so she didn't use the cafeteria. The weather had been pleasant, so she had been eating outside. For three days she had spent the lunch hour in a fairly secluded spot on a bench on the back side of the gymnasium. On one of the days she had two friends with her, another day she was with one friend, and the other time she was by herself. We decided that if we could get her with only one friend with her (or none) then we would be good to go.

On the fourth day Natalie reported to us about five minutes into the lunch period. It had been only a little over an hour since we had thoroughly humiliated Ruby in the girls bathroom. We had just taken our seats. "She's there," she said excitedly. "And she's all by herself."

Lunch could wait. "Let's go!" I said, and the three of us stood up simultaneously and followed Natalie outside. I was feeling pretty keyed up in anticipation. I always feel that way when I'm about to partake in a humiliation episode. And I was pretty excited that we might be knocking off both of our targets on the same day.

We turned the corner around the gymnasium and sure enough, a girl was sitting on a bench against the building eating her lunch and reading a book. Natalie nodded and stepped aside, allowing me to take the lead. I looked around, and there were a scattered few students milling about, over two hundred yard away. I could see this wasn't going to be a problem. I approached Tina, who was biting into a tuna fish sandwich. She was so engrossed in her book that she didn't see us coming.

"Hi, I'm Felicity," I said, startling her. She looked up and saw the four of us standing over her. "I believe you know my friends," I said, gesturing to the threesome.

"What do you want?" she said. She tried to appear nonchalant, but I wasn't buying it.

"I'd like to take a picture of your tits," I said, holding up my phone. "Would you mind taking off your blouse?" She was wearing a loose fitting, lavender blouse with buttons, along with a black skirt that stopped at the tops of her knees. She was certainly one of the better dressed of any of the students at Roosevelt.

"What? No!" she responded. "Who are you?" She was definitely concerned now, and was looking around, either for help or for an escape route.

"I'm just someone who wants to have a nice picture of your tits," I said calmly. "But I can't accomplish that unless you take your blouse and bra off. I assume you're wearing a bra?"

She wasn't about to discuss her undergarments with me. She tried a conciliatory approach.

"Look," she said, while looking at each of my three cohorts. "If this is about those things on Facebook, I'm sorry. I was just messing around. I promise to never say anything bad about any of you again. I promise."

"I'm sure you won't," piped in Kayla. "But Felicity still needs a picture of your tits." I smiled. Kayla was proving to be a wonderful addition to the group.

Tina's eyes widened. She had come to the realization that she would have to either fight or run to avoid whatever debasements we had in store for her. She chose to run. But she was neither as quick nor as strong as Kayla, who pounced on her like a tiger fixed on her prey. She subdued her easily. Kayla had her arms wrapped around her from behind, and Tina's kicks and struggles went completely for naught.

"Let me go! Let go of me!" she screamed.

"Hold her legs," I said. Andrea and Natalie each lifted and held her legs, and with Kayla's stronghold Tina was pretty much immobilized. I proceeded to pull off her two-inch heels one by one and tossed them aside.

"Stop it! Please! Stop!" yelled Tina frantically, probably attracting attention from some of the students across the way.

Without a word I calmly unzipped her skirt and slid it down her thighs, exposing a pair of white nylon panties over nylon stockings. She was wildly bucking her hips like a bronco and trying in vain to kick her legs in a frenzied attempt to free herself from the stripping, which I found highly arousing.

"No! Please! Stop! Stop it!" she screamed. Her frantic pleas were music to my ears. I slid her skirt down to her ankles, where Andrea and Natalie took over and slipped it off her feet.

"You can let go of her legs," I told the girls. They did so, and Tina's feet dropped to the ground. She had given up on her struggle, resigned to the fact that she would not be able to extricate herself from Kayla's vice-like grip. I approached her.

"Tina, Tina, Tina," I said to her. "You could have made this easy by simply taking your blouse off and letting me take a picture. But you resisted. And now you've lost your skirt. Do you want to be naked?"

There was no response.

"Do you want to be naked?" I asked again.

She shook her head vigorously. I wanted to make her say it.

"I didn't hear you, Tina."

"No!" she relented.

"No, what, Tina?" I persisted.

"No, I don't want to be naked," she said. A couple of tears streamed down her face.

"Here's the deal, Tina. I'm going to give you one more chance. I want to have a nice picture of your tits, so I want you to take off your blouse and your are wearing a bra, aren't you, Tina?"

She nodded tearfully.

"Okay, then I want you to take your blouse and your bra off, and I'm going to take some pictures. After I'm done then you can have your clothes back. Do we have a deal?"

She didn't respond. I'd venture to say that the humiliating act of stripping herself and posing for pictures didn't appeal to her. <giggle> Of course, we could have had her blouse off in seconds flat, but I wanted her to play an active role in her own humiliation. So delicious that way.

"You do have a choice. I can't force you to take your top off. But if you don't do it yourself....Andrea, what do you think we should do if Tina won't take her top off for us?"

"I would say," said Andrea without hesitation, "That we'll have to strip her completely naked and take her clothes with us."

"Exactly," I said. "And Tina already told us that she doesn't want to be naked. You still don't want to be naked, do you, Tina?" She shook her head. "So that only leaves one option." I pulled out my phone to get the camera ready. "You can let go, Kayla. Tina wants to take her top off."

Kayla unwrapped her arms from the humbled Tina, who stood staring at the ground with her arms across her chest.

"Natalie, could you please do me a favor and help Tina get her heels back on?" I said. I think it would make for a much more provocative picture. I'm so glad Tina decided to get dressed up for us today."

"Oh, I think so, too," giggled Natalie. She retrieved Tina's shoes from the ground, kneeled down and slipped them on the woeful Tina's feet. I thought the heels accentuated Tina's slender legs and really added to the scene. Smiling, I snapped another picture.

"It's time, Tina," I said. She stood still, her gaze fixed to the ground. "We don't have all day, Tina." She started to move her arm, but immediately clenched her chest again. Her reluctance only added to my enjoyment, as I knew it was prolonging the inevitable.

"Okay, girls, strip her," I commanded. The three of them made a move towards Tina.

"No!" she screamed. "Okay! I'll do it." I knew she'd see it my way.

I held out my arm, motioning the girls to back off. The four of us stood and watched intently as she slowly, tentatively reached for her top button. At that moment I really wanted to put my hand inside my panties, such was my state of stimulation. She was sobbing quietly as she slowly but surely unbuttoned all of her buttons. Her blouse opened part way, exposing a portion of her pale belly and a trace of her white bra. She stopped, seemingly unable to move.

"You can just drop your blouse on the ground please, Tina," I said. It was a wonderful vision for me as Tina, now blushing profusely, stripped off her blouse and dropped it on the ground. She immediately crossed her slender arms over her chest, which I found delectable. The sight of her cowering in her underwear––and heels––was really a turn-on. I quickly snapped a photo, knowing I would use it for my own pleasure at a later time.

"Let's get those arms down, sweetie. I'd like to get a nice picture of you in your bra and panties."

Tina ever so slowly lowered her arms to her waist. When she did, I could see why she was so reluctant to do so. Let's just say I've seen pancakes with bigger lumps than those on her chest. My three cohorts started giggling, and I started grinning with delight. I knew I was going to have a lot of fun with this girl, and not just that day.

"My, my, Tina," I teased. "Now I see why you were so reluctant to take your blouse off. You have a little boy chest. Why do you bother wearing a bra?"

My friends laughed, while Tina flushed brighter while instinctively crossing her arms over her chest again. I saw her look behind me with an anxious expression. I turned back and could see that about a dozen students comprised of both genders had gravitated closer to us and were looking on with keen interest.

"How lovely, Tina. You've attracted a nice audience," I said. "Let's get your arms down, Tina," I directed. "I don't want to have to tell you again." Tina once again dropped her arms slowly to her sides while nervously looking over at her captive audience.

"What size is your bra, Tina?" There was no response. "I asked you a question, Tina," I persisted.

"It's a....34."

"What about the cup size?"

There was a long pause before she said, very softly, "Double A."

"Double A!" I exclaimed. "How old are you, Tina?"

"F-fourteen. Please, just let me go."

"We'll let you go, but I still need to get some pictures of your little titties. Can you take your bra off for me, please?"

Needless to say, Tina was in no rush to do my bidding. "It's okay, Tina, I do understand. If I were you I would be extremely humiliated to have to expose my thirty-four double As in front of all these people." I paused for effect. "But I'm not leaving here without some pictures of your bare titties. So the sooner you get that bra off the sooner othis will be over for you."

Tina knew what she had to do. Much to my pleasure, Tina reached behind her with one hand and deftly unhooked her bra. The straps dangled at her sides as she desperately held the now-loose material to her chest. I have to say that her drawing out her own stripping was quite thrilling for me. It was much more engaging than it would have been had she just taken off her blouse and bra without all the dithering. I liken it to foreplay before the climax. So enjoyable.

I think Tina finally realized that she was just delaying the inevitable, so she finally let her bra drop to the ground, eliciting oohs and ahs from the gathering. Of course she immediately covered her chest with her arms. Her face was crimson red. It was a beautiful sight, one I would relive while enjoying the pictures I began snapping.

"Let's get those arms down now, Tina. I need pictures, and everyone wants to see your little titties."

With considerable agitation, Tina lowered her arms, much to the excitement and amusement of the onlookers. What an excruciating moment that must have been for her. She really did have very small breasts––really just a couple of nubs. To have to expose them to all these laughing people under these conditions....golly, if I wasn't having so much fun I might have felt sorry for her.

"Oh my, Tina, your titties are even tinier than I expected," I taunted. "I think I'll start calling you Tiny Tina." This brought a laugh from everyone within earshot, and poor Tina just kept falling deeper into the depths of mortification.

"Okay," I continued. "I'll need you to pose for a few pictures, then we'll be done. Let's see, make two fists for me and put both hands on your hips," I directed. "Good girl, Tina. Now stand up straight. Excellent," I said as I took a picture of a girl with probably the most miserable facial expression I've ever seen. "Now keep one hand on your hip and put the other one behind your head. Come on, Tina, faster. Pretend you're a model on a photo shoot. Time is money. Yes, oh, that's sensual. Can you smile for me? No? Okay, I'll take what I can get." Click. "Nice, Tina. Now one with both hands behind your head. Yes, like that. But get those elbows out. Stand up straight. Head back, tummy in. Perfect. My God, that pose makes your chest look flat as a board." Click. "Now one more. I'd like you to keep one hand behind your head and point at the camera with the other. Good. Straighten your arm while you point. Good, Tina. Can you look sexy for me? Come on, you can do better than that. We're not going anywhere until you look sexy. Open your eyes wide and purse your lips for me. Yes! Hold that look!" Click. Click. "Excellent!" Click. "Awesome, I think we're done, Tina. Girls, let's give Tiny Tina a nice hand for the amazing show she put on for us today."

The four of us clapped heartily while the thoroughly shamed Tina gathered her clothes and began dressing. When she picked up her bra I stopped her.

"Hold it! I'll take that," I said as I snatched it from her grasp, folded it up and stuffed it in my pocket. "It'll be a nice souvenir. You really don't need it anyway. In fact, from now on you're not to wear a bra until you grow some real tits. Girls, feel free to ask Tiny Tina to show you her little chest any time just to make sure she's not wearing a bra."

While the whimpering Tina continued to get dressed I found her phone and sent myself a text. I wanted to share with her some of the nice pictures that I had taken. Plus, now that I had her number she'd be easy to reach in case I wanted to set up a play date. <giggle>

"One last thing. Unless it's raining I'd like you to continue to have your lunch here every day. And tell your friend Ruby to keep you company. Tell her I said that would be rosy. <giggle> You two can share humiliation stories while you wait for us to come play with you again someday."

The four of us walked away, feeling pretty good about ourselves. From a personal standpoint, my passion to humiliate was being fulfilled, and I felt like there was no stopping me now. I had a feeling that I was really going to enjoy myself at Roosevelt High.

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