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Chapter 6: Naked and Molested in the Auditorium
Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:27pm
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No Relief as a Sophomore

My freshman year at Roosevelt High mercifully ended without any further debasements at the hands of my tormentors. I had high hopes that my suffering would finally be over, what with a new batch of freshmen students coming in. After all, I had “graduated,” so they could find some nice, ripe freshmen to pick on. I would find out soon enough that this was not to be the case, as Mitch, Reggie, Marcia and Joanna seemed to derive great pleasure in imposing humiliation on me. It was during the second week of the new school year that, to my distress, I got a strong hint that my troubles weren’t over. I was at my locker when Mitch, Marcia and Joanna accosted me.

“Well hello, Blondie boy. Welcome back. It’s so nice to see you,” Joanna offered. “It’s been a while. Why don’t you drop your pants and shake your little ass for us again?” She had both hands on my waist and made an effort to move my hips from side to side. Amidst the laughter, I slipped out of her grip, feeling very apprehensive.

“Hey, come on, I’m a sophomore now. Leave me alone and go pick on one of the new kids,” I tried.

“Oh, but we have more fun with you, Blondie,” Marcia teased.” She took both of my cheeks in her thumbs and index fingers and tweaked them while saying, “We love seeing you blush like a little schoolgirl, just like you’re doing right now.” My cheeks were indeed burning, much to the amusement of the three antagonists. Then the bell for the next class rang, at least temporarily freeing me from further embarrassment. “Bye-bye, Blondie,” said Marcia as the three of them walked away laughing. “Let’s get together and have some fun real soon.” I shuddered as I gathered myself and walked to my next class. Apparently it didn’t matter that I was no longer a freshman; my indignities would continue, much to my chagrin.


Waylaid by Marcia and Mitch

It wasn’t until December that they made good on their desire to continue in their humiliation of me. The annual Christmas play was about to take place in front of the whole student body, and I was entering the auditorium with my friend Robert. Mitch and Marcia appeared on either side of me, each taking one of my elbows.

“Come sit with us, Blondie. We’d like to watch the play with you,” said Marcia.

Mitch turned to Robert and said, “Go find another playmate, buddy.” Robert had the good sense not to interfere. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders apologetically as Mitch and Marcia escorted me into the auditorium.

We found three seats in the center of the spacious room. I was in the middle of the two with Marcia on my left. The seats on either side of them were vacant.

“Why don’t you take your jacket off and make yourself comfortable,” Marcia said.

I had no desire to remove any of my clothing, and it certainly wouldn’t have made me any more comfortable. “I’m fine, thanks,” I responded. But, of course it wouldn’t be my decision.

“You better do what she says, Blondie,” intervened Mitch, “Or ‘you know what’ happens after school today.” This was a not-so-subtle reminder of his threat to tie me up naked in the middle of Main Street. I unzipped my jacket and took it off, laying it on my lap.

“Let me help you with that,” said Marcia as she took my jacket and laid it on the empty seat next to her. I was feeling more ill at ease by the second.


A Quiet, Most Humiliating Stripping

The lights were turned off and the play began. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was extremely nervous. Fifteen minutes went by, during which time Mitch and Marcia left me alone; they seemed genuinely engrossed in the play. Then their depraved plan began to unfold. Marcia leaned over and quietly spoke the words that caused me to bolt upright in my seat.

“Take off your shirt,” she said.

I could have been told that nuclear war had been declared and not been any less terrified. I sat there without moving, figuring that once I submitted, then there was no telling how far things might go. But I was between a rock and a hard place. I knew what I had to do. Incredibly, I was about to start stripping in the middle of the auditorium. Fortunately the large room was quite dark, so I figured that no one but the three of us would be aware of what was transpiring. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off. I could just barely distinguish Marcia’s open palm through the darkness as I reluctantly handed over my shirt, watching nervously as she laid it on the seat with my jacket. I remember thinking how fortuitous it was that I wore a tee shirt under my shirt that day. But I had the foreboding feeling that my tee shirt would eventually belong to Marcia. I sat there, trembling in anticipation and dread. Marcia waited a couple of minutes before turning her attention back to me.

“I’ll take your shoes and socks now, pumpkin,” she said in a hushed tone while she had a hand on my shoulder.

Cringing, I leaned over and untied my shoes, removing them and my socks. I placed my socks inside my shoes and handed them to Marcia, who added them to her collection. I shivered when my feet made contact with the cold floor. I looked around, and was relieved that it was dark enough to obscure the sordid doings in the middle of the auditorium.

About five minutes went by before Marcia’s next overture. She took hold of the short sleeve of my tee shirt to pull me towards her and again spoke softly into my ear, in a very friendly tone of voice.

“I’ll take your undershirt now, darling.”

I hesitated, took a deep breath, then in resignation I complied. I leaned over, pulled the tee shirt from the collar over my head and off my arms. When Marcia tried to take it from me I temporarily resisted before opening my palm in surrender. “That’s a good boy,” said the amused Marcia in a throaty whisper as she patted my bare chest. I crossed my arms over my chest, quivering with an extreme sense of dread. I remember what a naked feeling it was, even though I was still wearing my pants. Of course I knew what was coming next; it was just a question of when the devilish Marcia would hit me with her next shot. Tantalizingly, she waited almost a full ten minutes before her next calculated move. Again she pressed her lips to my left ear.

“You can take your pants off for me now, sweetie,” she directed, again with a teasing, friendly voice.

Although this was no surprise, it was as if I was hit with a sledgehammer. I was about to be stripped to my tighty whities with the whole student body surrounding me. I hesitated momentarily before being nudged on my right arm by Mitch, who was obviously in tune with his partner-in-mischief. I deliberately undid my belt and the button to my jeans before zipping them down. I slipped them down my legs. Marcia giggled as I bent over and slipped my jeans off my feet and handed them over to her outstretched hands. I watched forlornly as my pants disappeared in the darkness. What a miserable and helpless feeling it was to be sitting there like that, not knowing when or if I would get my clothes back. Again I was made to wait for an extended period with no further word from Marcia. At one point Mitch, to my consternation, ran his hand up and down my thigh. “Nice and smooth, Blondie,” he said in a soft, husky tone. I cringed as he pulled his hand away while chuckling to himself.

After a few more excruciating minutes, the inevitable happened. I felt Marcia’s hand on my bare shoulder as she leaned towards me. I stiffened in my seat, bracing myself for what almost assuredly was coming.

“Take off your underpants,” was all she said before pulling back into her seat.

It was only four words, but they were oh, so powerful. I flushed intensely from head to toe, and sat paralyzed, hoping beyond hope that by ignoring her, the living nightmare would somehow go away. But only a few seconds elapsed before she nudged me in the shoulder and reached down and flicked the elastic of my underpants, pressing for my compliance. I grabbed her hand and leaned towards her in an act of desperation.

“Please, Marcia,” I said anxiously. “I’m begging you, please…PLEASE don’t make me do this! I’ll do anything, but please, I can’t do this…” I squeezed her hand tightly for effect, then let go and leaned back in my chair. There was no immediate response from Marcia, which gave me cause for optimism. A couple of minutes went by, and by then I had convinced myself that she was feeling compassion for me. I was just starting to feel confident enough to ask her for my clothes back when she leaned towards me, putting her lips directly over my ear canal. This time the friendliness to her voice was gone, and she spoke the words very slowly, clearly, and authoritatively.

“Take…off…your…underpants………..now!”

I was devastated. My situation was hopeless. I closed my eyes tightly and braced myself for the abject humiliation. I lifted my hips and, incredulous at what was taking place, I slipped my underpants down my legs and off my feet. Now naked, I let out a gasp while the sinister Marcia snatched my underpants from my clutches. I immediately, almost involuntarily covered my crotch with my hands, even though it was too dark for anybody to see. My knees were clenched together and my elbows dug into my sides as I bent over with my head almost to my knees. Marcia leaned over to me and put her hand on my back and her mouth to my left ear. I could sense her delight as she tickled my ear with her soft, mellifluous voice.

“Excellent, Blondie. You’re naked, yes you are! Can’t you just die?” My only response was rapid, heavy breathing. She merrily repeated the word “naked” several times. As if I needed to be reminded of my dire predicament. “Naked. Naked, naked, naked, naked, NAYked! Now sit up straight like a good naked boy and enjoy the play,” she said.

I obeyed by sitting up, but enjoying the play was obviously out of the question. “Oh, God,” I whispered to no one in particular. My knees remained pressed together, my arms were stiff and my hands still clenched my genitals. I made numerous glances over to my clothes. I could only see their outline, but the knowledge that they were close by was my only ray of hope. My apprehension was extreme, as I wondered if I would get them back before the lights came on. The play would surely be over within the half hour. I continued just sitting there, not really seeing or hearing the performance. My heart was beating a mile a minute as time wore on and Marcia showed no sign of relinquishing my clothes.

At one point that ray of hope shined brighter. I saw Marcia sifting through my clothes. She turned towards me with my jacket in her hands. I reached for the jacket, but the sadistic Marcia pulled it towards her, leaned over and said to me, “It’s a little chilly in here, Blondie. Hope you don’t mind if I borrow your coat.” The giggling Marcia wrapped my jacket around her while I sat naked and shivering.

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              • awesomelongitude, Mon Nov 7 10:59am
                Thank you. I'm looking forward to it.
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