Humilation old newsgroup story from 1997

Postby samuria » Sun May 25, 2008 3:17 pm

About the Katy's Surrender series. A note from the author.

This story is about a college girl who is blackmailed by a younger
boy. In return for his silence regarding a certain past indiscretion
on her part, she agrees to become his personal slave. The story has
elements of bondage, humiliation, some infliction of pain and
punishment, and, of course, sex. You should read Part 1 first to
understand the premise but it's pretty much episodic after that so you
don't really need to read them in sequence. But, actually, it would
be better.

For those who weren't around for the first postings of the story, this
is a story in progress. I wrote and posted the first nine chapters
this past summer (1997) - part nine was posted in mid-August. I have
been very busy with other things since the end of the summer and have
not had much free time for writing more parts to my story. I have
finally finished part 10 now and am posting that along with the
reposts of the others.

And, yes, I do plan to post more (unless people ask me to stop.)

So: parts 1 through 9 are repostings and part 10 is brand new.

Another thing: this story is mine. Please, do not include it in
websites or other places without my permission. Thanks.

November 19, 1997

kate




Katy Surrenders - Part 1

The phone was ringing as Katy unlocked the door into her house. She
had just returned from a short trip to the mall to pick up a couple of
new outfits. A few days earlier she had finished up her second year
at college and had returned home to spend the summer with her parents.
She soon realized her summer wardrobe was completely inadequate and
immediately jumped into the task of rejuvenating it. Her dad's credit
card came in very handy for that.

These last few days had been very enjoyable, Katy decided. Her
parents were very well off and were not expecting her to get a summer
job. Instead, she would be taking a couple of classes at the local
college and otherwise having the summer off. The classes would be to
brush up on her French because in the fall she would be flying to
Paris to spend her junior year in France. Katy was ecstatic when she
found out she had been accepted into the exchange program and had
pleaded and begged her father to agree to pay her expenses for the
year. He was at first reluctant to spend so much money for her to go
to a foreign country when, according to him, she could learn French
just fine at her own college. Eventually he consented, but only after
she had promised to work very hard and get very good grades, etc, etc.
The usual routine, Katy thought, and she knew it well. Now she looked
forward to a relaxed summer of classes and getting ready for her year
in Europe.

Juggling her packages and the door key, she finally opened the door
and ran to the phone.

"Hello?"
"Hello, Katy," the voice on the phone answered. It was a boy but she
did not recognize him. She assumed it was one of her schoolmates also
back from college for the summer. Katy was well accustomed to
getting phone calls from boys.
"Hi. Who's this?"
"This is Josh, Katy. Your friend Beth's brother? Remember me?"
"Oh sure. Hi Josh. You looking for Beth? She's not here. I haven't
seen her today at all."

Katy didn't especially like Josh. He was four years younger and, of
course, still in high school. She thought of him as she thought of
all high school boys now, as a pimply- faced, hormone-soaked
annoyance. She could still remember the time back in high school when
she and her prom date had gone to pick up Beth and her date. For the
whole time they were in the house waiting for Beth to get ready Josh's
unblinking eyes had been riveted to Katy's cleavage. Her prom dress
was a little daring but not that much, she thought. From then on,
whenever she thought of Josh, that is what she remembered. She wanted
this phone call to end quickly.

"No. I'm not looking for Beth. I wanted to talk to you."

"Me?? Uh, ok... what's up?"

"Well, I have something I need to show you. Something you will
definitely want to see. I want to come over to your house right now
to show it to you."

"Show me what? What are you talking about?" Katy could not imagine
what Josh might have that would be of interest to her. She was
getting annoyed.

"It's not something I want to discuss over the phone. Trust me
though. You will be very interested in what I have to show you. Let
me come over, give me two minutes of your time and if you aren't
interested, I'll leave. Okay?"

Katy decided that Josh had some sort of fund raising project going on
and reluctantly agreed to let him come over. Beth was her close
friend and she didn't want Josh to tell his sister that she had been
rude to him.

"Ok. But only two minutes. I've got a lot of errands to run this
afternoon."

"Ok, Katy, I'll be at your door in five minutes. See ya."

It was actually less than five minutes later when Katy saw Josh come
up the driveway on his bicycle. In another minute, Josh was sitting
on the living room sofa opening up his backpack. Out came a small
audio cassette player.

"You're selling tapes now Josh?', asked Katy curiously.

"Not exactly. You'll see. Why don't you sit down and I'll show you
what I got."

Katy sat in a chair across from the sofa and waited as Josh readied
the cassette. She notice that he was not as skinny or pimply as she
had remembered. He had grown and filled out in the past year. With
more bulk and less acne he was not quite as geeky looking as he was a
year ago when she had last seen him.

Josh pressed a button on the machine. Katy heard a voice on the tape.
It was her own voice and then Beth's. She felt the blood rush out of
her head and was suddenly very faint as she realized what was
happening. Somehow Josh had made a recording of a conversation
between herself and Beth that had taken place last December when they
were both home on Christmas break. Katy remembered the circumstances
clearly. It was in Beth's room. She was telling Beth, in supreme
confidence, about her plans for Spring break. The taped conversation
explicitly described how she planned to acquiesce to her father's
wishes and pretend to go to a Christian retreat in Texas during the
spring break. Instead, however, her plan was to go with a boyfriend
and another couple to Florida and have a fun-filled week of beer
drinking, swimming, T-shirt contests, and whatever else came with it.
The tape was damning. It even recorded her snotty, spoiled-brat
laughter at her father's gullibility.

Katy listened in shocked horror as her brain feverishly thought to
find ways out of this predicament. Clearly, Josh was going to be very
difficult. She struggled to figure out a way to deny the validity of
the recording but it seemed hopeless. Josh then hammered nails into
her coffin by pulling out a sheath of papers. Examining them she
recognized them as printouts of e-mail messages she had sent to Beth
from college before and after the Florida excursion. Many of these
contained graphic stories of her experiences. Katy was barely able to
speak.

"How.. how did you, uh, get all this stuff?" She was still too
unnerved to be angry but she could feel that emotion starting to come
out.

"The tape was easy.. just stuck a microphone in Beth's room and
fished the wire through to my room. The e-mails I got because I
figured out Beth's password and I can get into telnet to her account
at college without her knowing it. Cool, huh?"

"I can't believe this. You're a little worm, a despicable little
ogre. Give me this and get out of my house."

"You can have it all. I've got lots of copies of the tape and of the
e-mails. I brought these for you to keep."

Katy was now red with both rage and desperation. "Why are you doing
this you little bastard?"

"Be nice, Katy. No need to get upset. This is how it is. Unless you
agree to my demands I will turn all of this stuff over to your father.
Now, I know very well how your father is going to take this. He won't
be happy. I would say that the first thing he'll probably do is
cancel your year in France. At the least, right? Probably he'll do
lots more won't he? Like maybe take you out of college?"

Katy's father was one of the most conservative men in their community
of conservative families. He had been very reluctant to let Katy
attend the liberal arts college instead of the Christian
fundamentalist university he had preferred for her. And Katy knew all
too well how this tape would affect her. Her life would be ruined.
She tried to think of a way out this mess but could not. What
wondered what his demands might be. Maybe they weren't too
unreasonable.

"What do you want? Money?"

"Nope. Don't need money. It's YOU I want."

Shit, she thought. The little perv wants sex. She had to bargain her
way out of this.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Okay. Here are my demands. From this point on you will be my
personal slave. You will obey my every command completely. If you
don't agree or if you don't comply perfectly with my demand I send the
package to your folks."

Katy was incredulous. "You have GOT to be kidding!!!" What followed
was a long stream of invectives and curses aimed at Josh, then at
pubescent boys in general, and then at Josh again.

"Are you done yet?" asked Josh when Katy paused for breath. Her face
was scarlet at this point. "You don't seem to be in a very good mood
right now so I'll leave this stuff with you so you can think about it.
But I want you to call me up tonight at 7:00 to get your first
instructions as my new slave. If you don't call me at exactly 7:00,
your father will have copies of this stuff tomorrow morning."

Before Katy could respond, Josh was gone. Katy slumped back into the
chair and stared at the tape and the papers. What could she do? She
thought of calling Beth but then decided against it. She could not
risk it. She could tell that Josh had planned this whole thing well
and had probably predicted many of her possible reactions. She would
be foolish to react too hastily. She did not doubt he was capable of
following through with his threat.

Just then she heard the sound of her mother's car coming up the drive.
Quickly she grabbed the tape and the papers and ran up the stairs to
her room. As she went she knew that at 7:00 she would be on the phone
with Josh. She had no choice, at least not yet.


About the Katy's Surrender series. A note from the author.

This story is about a college girl who is blackmailed by a younger
boy. In return for his silence regarding a certain past indiscretion
on her part, she agrees to become his personal slave. The story has
elements of bondage, humiliation, some infliction of pain and
punishment, and, of course, sex. You should read Part 1 first to
understand the premise but it's pretty much episodic after that so you
don't really need to read them in sequence. But, actually, it would
be better.

For those who weren't around for the first postings of the story, this
is a story in progress. I wrote and posted the first nine chapters
this past summer (1997) - part nine was posted in mid-August. I have
been very busy with other things since the end of the summer and have
not had much free time for writing more parts to my story. I have
finally finished part 10 now and am posting that along with the
reposts of the others.

And, yes, I do plan to post more (unless people ask me to stop.)

So: parts 1 through 9 are repostings and part 10 is brand new.

Another thing: this story is mine. Please, do not include it in
websites or other places without my permission. Thanks.

November 19, 1997

kate




Katy's Surrender - Part 2


Josh stared at the clock next to his bed. It was 6:50pm. Ten minutes
to go. He had instructed Katy to call him at exactly 7:00pm. In
spite of all his careful planning and rehearsal he was still shaking
with anticipation. Would she go for it? Or would she instead turn
him in for secretly taping her and Beth and for stealing Beth's
e-mails. It was a huge gamble but the stakes were very much worth it.
If she surrendered to his demands he would have Katy Morgan as his
personal slave. He still could not believe his great good fortune at
having this opportunity fall into his lap. Katy was like a legend in
the circle of adolescent boys in his school. When she was still in
high school and he was in junior high, she was looked upon as the
pinnacle of female beauty. A goddess. A superbabe. All of that.
And she had become only more attractive now that she was in college.
No, he could not let an opportunity like this slip away. He had to
take the chance. And she had made it so easy. He had enough stuff on
her to blackmail her real good. His only real doubt was how far could
he make her go. Would he have to be satisfied with just seeing her
naked? Would she balk if he tried to touch her? Or was she so afraid
of her father that she would literally do anything he commanded her to
do? He had to restrain himself from going too fast with her until he
was sure of her limits. He had gotten this far through patience and
planning and he didn't want to blow it all now by being impulsive.

It was 6:55. If she called now he would have to rebuke her for
calling too early. His stomach was in knots. How had he been able to
keep his cool so well this afternoon at her house? He was amazed at
his own boldness. Hopefully he would be able to keep his nerve.

The phone rang. He jumped to a sitting position and reached for the
phone. He noticed his fingers were shaking and sweaty. His clock
said 6:58. Maybe their clocks were a little off. He'd let it go this
time but he made a mental note of making sure that she synchronized
her clock with his.

"Hello?", he said.

"Hey." Damn. It was his buddy Tom. What crappy luck. It was almost
7:00.

"Hey, Tom. Listen, I can't talk right now. Call you right back, ok?"

"Yeah, no problem. What's happening?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Talk to ya later." He hung up.

Almost immediately the phone rang again. This better not be Tom
again, Josh thought, or he'd kill him.

The voice on the phone was like that of a goddess. Soft and sweet,
but timid.

"Hello," Katy said.

"Hello, Katy."

"We need to talk about this," she said. She sounded calm now but Josh
thought he could sense her uncertainty blended with her anger.

"Yes, we do."

"I mean... I can't be your slave. No way. Something else. Money?
What do you want?"

"Katy. There is no negotiation. You heard my terms. You understand
what will happen if you don't agree. That's all final. It's either a
yes or a no now. I'm getting angry. I gave you plenty of time to
think it over and now you want to argue with me. Is that your answer
then? Ok. I'll deliver the stuff to your father tomorrow. Your mom
will get copies as well. Goodbye, Katy.

"NO!! Wait!!! Please. Let's talk about this. What exactly would I
have to do as your slave?"

Josh knew enough not to be specific at this point. He had to keep his
options open without scaring her off. This was a critical moment.

"Katy, I already told you. You have to do everything I tell you to do
without hesitation."

"Yes, I understand that. But what kinds of things? What are we
talking about here, Josh? Helping you with your homework? Backrubs?
Mowing your lawn?"

"Sure. That sounds pretty good. All of those things maybe. But also
anything else too." Josh was starting to feel in control now and
began to enjoy himself. He realized he was winning. This was going
to happen!!

Josh could hear her exasperated sigh.

"Would there be anything sexual involved?" Katy then asked. Okay,
Josh thought, there it was out in the open. Better not be vague here
after all. Take the chance.

"Yes."

Silence. Josh waited for the sound of a click and then a dial tone.
He expected that but knew he had to risk it. He waited. The seconds
seemed eternal. Finally she spoke again.

"What do you want me to do?"

Josh let out his breath. YES!!! he thought to himself. He did it.
Katy was his slave. His heart beat like crazy as he tried to compose
his thoughts. After all the planning and preparation he had actually
forgotten to decide on a first command for his new slave. He had to
say something immediately or she might sense his uncertainty.

"Get in your car and come pick me up. I'll be in that little park at
the end of my street. Be there in ten minutes. No later." Then he
hung up the phone without waiting to hear her reply.

Ten minutes later Josh was sitting in the passenger seat of Katy's
brand new Toyota as they drove away from his neighborhood.

"Now what? Where are we going?" Katy asked. Josh could sense her
hostility. He still had to be careful not to blow it, not to push her
too far too fast.

"Just drive somewhere no one will see us. Get on the highway." Josh
watched her as she drove, examining his new slave girl. She was
gorgeous, more beautiful than he had remembered. She must be twenty
years old now, Josh thought.

"How old are you, Katy?"

"Twenty," she answered curtly.

"Don't be bitchy with me, slave. I think it's time you learned how to
behave when you're with me. First of all, show respect always.
Understand? No bitchy answers. You answer nice. And always call me
master. Got it?

"Yes, master," she replied, trying hard to suppress her annoyance at
this indignity.

"Good. Now, how much do you weigh?"
"115 pounds, master."
"Height?"
"Five feet, seven inches, master."
"Measurements?"
Katy hesitated for a moment before replying. "34B 22 36,
master"
"Hmmm. I suppose you'll have to do. A little skinny maybe but
curvy."

Katy seethed. Josh smiled to himself. He was sure that was the first
time she had been told her body would "have to do." Not only did she
have a perfect, sexy figure but her face was truly gorgeous. She was
currently wearing her shoulder-length, reddish- brown hair loose and
curly. Her eyes were remarkable too. They weren't exactly light-
blue. They were almost gray. Very captivating eyes.

"Katy, I'm going to ask you a few questions. You have to answer them
honestly." She did not respond, but kept her eyes on the road as he
spoke to her.

"UNDERSTAND?" She jumped, surprised.
"Oh. Yes, master. I understand. Sorry."
"Very good. Katy, are you my slave?" She looked over at him and he
could see the look of disgust on her face before she replied.
"Yes, master."
"Excellent. Say it."
"I am your slave, master."
"And you will obey my every command? Say it."
"I will obey your every command, master."
"Are you my property?"
"I am your property, master."
"Okay. You're doing well, slave. Now turn right up here so we can go
to the mall. You have some shopping to do."


About the Katy's Surrender series. A note from the author.

This story is about a college girl who is blackmailed by a younger
boy. In return for his silence regarding a certain past indiscretion
on her part, she agrees to become his personal slave. The story has
elements of bondage, humiliation, some infliction of pain and
punishment, and, of course, sex. You should read Part 1 first to
understand the premise but it's pretty much episodic after that so you
don't really need to read them in sequence. But, actually, it would
be better.

For those who weren't around for the first postings of the story, this
is a story in progress. I wrote and posted the first nine chapters
this past summer (1997) - part nine was posted in mid-August. I have
been very busy with other things since the end of the summer and have
not had much free time for writing more parts to my story. I have
finally finished part 10 now and am posting that along with the
reposts of the others.

And, yes, I do plan to post more (unless people ask me to stop.)

So: parts 1 through 9 are repostings and part 10 is brand new.

Another thing: this story is mine. Please, do not include it in
websites or other places without my permission. Thanks.

November 19, 1997

kate



Katy Surrenders - Part 3


Josh and Katy went into the mall. For a short ways they walked side
by side without talking but then Josh turned to her and told her to
walk a few steps behind him.

"You are not my equal. You are only a slave girl. Walk behind me,"
he told her. Katy happily complied. This way it didn't look so much
like they were together. She followed his lead into a large discount
department store.

Josh stopped at the pet supply section. After a brief survey of the
selection of dog collars, he picked one out and handed it to Katy.
"Try this on," he told her.
"Are you crazy?? In here?" she whispered angrily.
"That was not an appropriate response, slave. You will have to be
punished for that later. You have been warned about bitchy,
disrespectful speech. Now. Put on the collar to see if it fits."

Katy stared at him incredulously but then decided against rebellion.
She hastily looked around the store. No one would likely see her
anyway, she thought.

"Yes master," she finally said, as sweetly as she could manage. Then
she put the collar around her neck and fumbled with the buckle.

"Okay. That's fine. Looks like a perfect fit. And I like the style
too." Quickly removing the collar, Katy looked more closely at it.
It was the ugliest thing she could imagine. It reminded her of the
collars worn by the big, bad, mean dogs in the cartoons. It was thick
black leather with a metal buckle and metal pieces stuck all over it.
It also had two metal loops on it, one near the buckle and one on the
opposite side. She handed it back to Josh.

"No. You keep it. You have to pay for it. Now pick out a nice
leash. And be quick because we have a lot of shopping to do."

Katy looked over the various leashes. They were all about the same
except for the weight and thickness of the chain. Her fingers went
toward the thinnest of the bunch.

"Naah, don't think so. Too flimsy," she heard Josh tell her.
Capitulating, she picked out the longest, heaviest chain on the rack.

"Nice one," Josh remarked. "You're getting the drift now. Okay, you
pick out a couple of these choker leashes too and meet me at the
registers. I've got some other stuff to get."

A few minutes later, Katy and Josh left the store with the collar and
leashes as well as several small padlocks and short chains that Josh
had brought to her. Katy had paid for the items with her own money
from her allowance. Josh instructed her to walk ahead of him to a
certain expensive women's clothing store. As they proceeded again
through the mall in single file, Josh delighted in watching her
perfect round little butt as it swayed sexily in her jeans. The girl
was beautiful even dressed as she was in a simple t-shirt and jeans,
he thought happily. And she was his.

When they got to the store, Katy followed Josh through the aisles as
he searched for the cosmetics department.

"Just buy some lipstick, slave," he told her, "but it has to be the
brightest red they got and it has to be the kind that doesn't come off
on clothes." Katy wondered about this but quickly found a lipstick
that met those criteria and paid for it. She then fell in behind him
again as they proceeded to the next store.

"Oh God, no", Katy whispered to herself as Josh walked straight into
the Victoria's Secret store. This was going to be much more
difficult, she feared.

As Katy followed Josh around the store she tried hard to make it look
like she was not actually with him while at the same time not making
him angry. She remembered his mention of a punishment for talking
back to him and did not want to add to whatever he had in mind for
her. She followed as he walked deliberately around the store,
checking out the mannequins, looking at the styles of lingeree. She
became increasingly nervous as she saw how skimpy many of the garments
were. After a quick tour of the store, Josh finally returned to one
mannequin which was adorned with a very revealing little white teddy.
It had a deep V-neck and was fully open on by sides down to the tie at
the waist. The material was so thin as to be virtually transparent.
Katy was visibly distressed to see his choice. The thought of herself
wearing such a thing made her blush deeply. Josh motioned to her.

"Will this fit you?" he asked.
"NO. It's too big," she replied immediately. Josh gave her a
mean look.
"Very bad attitude, slave."
"Sorry, master. Perhaps I can find a smaller one in that
style."
"Well, hurry up. It's getting late."

Very shortly, Katy found the exact garment in her size.
"Here it is master. This one will fit me."
"Go try it on to be sure."
"Master, I'm sure it will fit."
"Do I have to repeat a command?"
"No, master. I will go try it on." Katy bit her lip. She
was so angry now she seriously considered killing the little brat or
at least calling his damned bluff. Whenever she felt that way,
though, she thought of the tape and the e-mails and immediately became
very submissive. As bad as it was to submit to Josh it was infinitely
better than facing her father's wrath.

The store had a small dressing room area. There were three cubicles
set away from the main part of the store in a little alcove. Katy had
to walk past a man who was evidently waiting for his wife or
girlfriend to come out of one of the dressing rooms, as one of them
was occupied. Katy guessed his age at about 40. He had a slight
flecking of gray in his hair and a not-so-slight beer belly. The man
perked up as Katy brushed past him. She heard him inhale sharply as
she walked past, probably to get a whiff of her perfume. She was used
to that.

Several minutes later, Katy came out of the changing room. Josh was
near the door to the alcove, chatting with the man. The other
changing rooms were now empty so Katy guessed the man's wife was
looking for more clothes to try on. Katy was embarrassed to be forced
to discuss the garment in front of this strange man.

"It fits," she said to Josh, almost whispering it to him while trying
to avoid the man's gaze. She wanted to get out of there as fast as
possible.

"Pardon me?" Josh's voice was loud and mean. She understood.

"This fits fine, master." She cringed as she said the words. She was
painfully aware of the change in the man's posture when he heard those
words. What had Josh told him about her, she wondered?

"I don't care if it fits you stupid bitch. I need to know how it
looks on you. Go put it back on and then come out and model it for
us. By the way, this is Jack. He'd like to see how you look in it
too."

Katy's face turned scarlet. She couldn't believe this was happening.
Shaking with nervousness and humiliation, she returned to the cubicle
where she quickly changed back into the flimsy outfit. Looking in the
mirror, she realized that she might just as well be walking out there
naked. Her nipples and her pubic hair were clealrly discernable
through the sheer material. Nervous goose bumps covered her upper
chest and arms and, to her dismay and shame, her nipples were at their
most erect, pressing lewdly against the cloth. Screwing up her
courage, she returned to face the two males.

They waited for her, leaning against the wall of the alcove, opposite
her cubicle. She stood in front of them without speaking for many
long seconds as their eyes devoured her body. Katy was alarmed to
notice a growing bulge in Jack's trousers. She felt utterly degraded
and humiliated but resisted the impulse to cover her breasts and
pussy. She knew that would be both pointless and risky.

"Walk around a little Katy. Let's see how it looks when you jiggle."
Josh and the man both smiled at this crudity. She obeyed, walking in
small circles in the confines of the tiny alcove, trying as much as
she dared to mimic the moves of the models she had seen on TV. She
sincerely wanted to please Josh at this point so that this humiliating
torture could end quickly. She walked and posed for what seemed like
an eternity, barefoot and mostly naked in front of these two lecherous
men.

"Whatcha think?" Josh asked the man, finally.

"Wow," was Jack's critical review.

"Do you think her nipples show through enough?"

"Oh yeah, they sure do," Jack replied honestly. "She sure is a
beauty," he continued. "Those are the most perfect legs I've ever
seen and those tits, my God they're sexy."

"Yeah, whatever." Josh said. "But I think the nipples don't show
good enough." Josh was holding the purchases from the other stores.
Pulling out the lipstick, he handed it to Katy.

"Here," he said. "Put this on. Oh, and put some on your lips, too."
Taking the lipstick, Katy did not at first understand what he meant
but then suddenly realized what he was telling her to do. She felt
very faint as she resignedly returned to the cubicle. She had a
little trouble putting the lipstick on because her fingers were
shaking so much. She carefully covered each nipple with the bright
red lipstick and then did her lips. She felt and looked like a whore,
she thought. How much worse will this get, she wondered.

When she came back out she was met by two wide grins. They evidently
approved of the cosmetic touch. Katy's blushes added even more red to
the presentation. At that moment, the man's wife returned to the
dressing room area, walking straight in to the alcove but stopping
with a shock when she saw Katy. She said nothing but her face spoke
volumes. She was clearly disgusted with what she saw, giving Katy a
look that accused her of being the worst kind of slut and then
throwing a distinctly unpleasant glance toward her now meek looking
husband. Katy backed away as the woman pushed past her to the
cubicle, her fingers clutching a modest flannel nightgown. Jack now
looked very unhappy but Josh seemed in good spirits.

"Looks great Katy, we'll take it. Too bad we don't have more time to
shop but we gotta get going. Give me the outfit and i'll take it to
the cashier while you get dressed."

Katy breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness they were finaly
getting out of this store. She turned to go back to the cubicle but
Josh stopped her.

"What are you doing?", he asked.
"I'm going to take off the lingeree, like you said, master.
I'll pass it to you over the top of the door."

"Just take it off right here. It'll be quicker." Katy felt sick.
The lingeree wasn't much cover but at least it was something. Now he
wanted her to strip naked for him and for this strange man, who was
now becoming visibly aroused again. She decided it would be best to
do it quickly before the woman came out or anyone else showed up.
Blushing, she slipped out of the garment. She tried to cover herself
with it as she stepped toward Josh. In his usual unhelpful manner he
made no move to take it from her.

"Put it back on the hanger and put it on that hook over there," he
said pointing to a hook on the wall near the entrance to the alcove.
Her fingers were shaking terribly but somehow she managed to fumble
the garment back onto the hanger as she stood naked in front of them.
She had never in her life felt so exposed and naked. Then she
realized that putting the hanger on the hook would place her naked
form right in the open door to the alcove. Again, better to do it
quickly, she thought. But just as she reached up to the hook, she
glanced into the store to see a man moving around a rack of clothes
right into her line of sight. Much to his delight, he was presented
with a perfect view of her naked, lipstick enhanced body. Katy
quickly jumped back into the cubicle and hurriedly put her
comfortable, safe clothes back on. She felt intense humiliation.

When she finally screwed up the courage to emerge, Jack was still
there waiting for his frumpy wife. Though fully clothed now, Katy
could not help blushing again as she passed him.

"Have a nice evening, miss," he said. Katy didn't answer but went
quickly to find Josh. He found her instead and handed her another
garment. Katy examined it, grateful to see it was not another
see-through lingeree item.

"It's just like that one over there," Josh told her, pointing to a
skin tight knit dress displayed on a nearby mannequin. "I guessed at
your size. Is that right?"

Katy looked at the dress. This was actually nice, she thought.
Perhaps a little more slinky than she was used to wearing but she had
the body for it so that was okay. And the design was quite tasteful
too, solid gray, sleeveless for summer, and just above the knee.

"This is fine, master."

"Good. Pay for the dress and the lingeree and let's get going."

"Yes, master," she replied almost instinctively now.

After paying for the items, she followed Josh back through the mall.
He stopped near the food court.

"Katy, listen carefully. Go into the ladies room over there and
change into the dress. You can wear your sneakers too but nothing
else. No underwear. Also," and here he pulled out a small pocket
knife, "I want you to shorten the length. I want you to make it a
very, very short skirt. Got it?"

"Yes, master," she answered, very, very unhappily.

"If it's not short enough when you come out I'll make you go back in
and cut it some more, so do it right the first time otherwise we'll be
here all night."

"I understand, master."

"Good. There's more. Put on the collar and the leash too."

Katy's eyes grew wide. Oh my God, she thought, not that. But she
knew she had no choice. She would have to obey. Better to get it
over with and get out. She was at least relieved that she had not
seen anyone she knew in the mall so far. She hoped her luck would
hold now when she needed it most.

"Yes, master." She took the bags and went into the ladies room,
emerging several minutes later into the food court, clutching the
shopping bag which now contained her own regular clothes. She
realized that Josh must have had her change in that room because she
would then be forced to walk back through the most crowded section of
the mall. All eyes seemed to be on her as she moved hastily past the
tables of mall diners. This was almost worse than being naked in
front of the changing room guy, she thought.

She knew her outfit was horribly scandalous. She had misjudged with
the knife, and had accidently cut the dress too short at the very
first attempt. She had all she could do to pull it down far enough to
cover her butt and her pussy. It was awful, she knew. Besides that,
without a bra, her breasts happily jiggled and bounced under the
stretch fabric as she walked. And as a final degradation, the leash,
hanging down in front by that repulsive black collar, knocked noisily
against her knees at each step. She made quite a show as she made her
way through the crowd to rendezvous with Josh at the end of the food
court. At one point she felt a large, heavy hand slip under her dress
and grab her naked butt. Not looking back she pulled the dress down
and hurried on.

She was very relieved when she finally reached Josh.

"Please master, let's get out of here," she begged.

"Sure, since you asked so nicely. It's time to go anyway. Give me
the bag and let me look at you." Josh smiled as he looked her over.
Grinning broadly, he said, "Well, Katy, we sure can't get that skirt
any short than that. You did great. One thing, though, those
sneakers just don't go good with that dress. Better to go barefoot.
Take em off."

With great difficulty, Katy managed to untie the shoes and slip them
off without exposing herself as she stooped down. She sort of
half-knelt, half-squatted and quickly untied the laces. The leash
chain rattled loudly on the mall tiles and she could sense the stares
of the passersby as she struggled. Finally her shoes were off and
Josh took them from her.

Okay, now let's go. I'll carry the bags. I want you to put your
hands behind your back as though they were handcuffed together. Hold
your right wrist in your left hand. Yes, that's good. Now don't you
dare let your wrist go until I say so. Understood?"

"Yes, master."

Josh then took up the end of the leash and to Katy's extreme
embarrassment pulled her out of the mall. She could not bear to look
at the people as she walked. She just hoped that no one would
recognize her. She could feel the hem of the skirt ride up as she
walked. Josh was walking so fast that she had to take long strides to
keep up and this made the hem move up more. Several times she saw
from the corner of her eye a man or a boy looking at her crotch. She
did not dare to look down but she guessed that she was very exposed
there.

Luckily they made it out of the mall without incident and were soon
back in her car.

"You did very well tonight, slave. I'm happy," Josh told her. He
said nothing else, though, as they drove toward his home. Finally
they reached his neighborhood and he directed her to stop, as before,
near the little park at the end of his street. It was almost 10pm.

"Tomorrow is Saturday. I don't have school so we'll have all day
together. I'll begin your slave training tomorrow. Pick me up right
here at 8am. No later. When you get here I want you to have your
collar and leash on. And also shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear,
naturally. When you sleep tonight, you will sleep naked except for
the collar and leash."

Josh got out of the car and told her to go home.

"But master. You have all the bags, still. My clothes and shoes are
in there. I can't go into the house looking like this."

"You're right Katy. You can take off the collar and leash. Here's a
bag to carry them in. The dress looks fine. I'll keep your clothes.
Good night."

"Good night, master."

Katy had learned many new things tonight. One of these was an
awareness of how far her limits could be expanded. She would learn
much more about her limits tomorrow, she guessed.


About the Katy's Surrender series. A note from the author.

This story is about a college girl who is blackmailed by a younger
boy. In return for his silence regarding a certain past indiscretion
on her part, she agrees to become his personal slave. The story has
elements of bondage, humiliation, some infliction of pain and
punishment, and, of course, sex. You should read Part 1 first to
understand the premise but it's pretty much episodic after that so you
don't really need to read them in sequence. But, actually, it would
be better.

For those who weren't around for the first postings of the story, this
is a story in progress. I wrote and posted the first nine chapters
this past summer (1997) - part nine was posted in mid-August. I have
been very busy with other things since the end of the summer and have
not had much free time for writing more parts to my story. I have
finally finished part 10 now and am posting that along with the
reposts of the others.

And, yes, I do plan to post more (unless people ask me to stop.)

So: parts 1 through 9 are repostings and part 10 is brand new.

Another thing: this story is mine. Please, do not include it in
websites or other places without my permission. Thanks.

November 19, 1997

kate



Katy Surrenders - Part 4


Katy awoke in her own familiar bed in her own familiar bedroom. She
opened her eyes and in that half-awake dream state everything seemed
normal but also very odd. She tried to remember what day it was and
what she had to do today. Then with a sudden jolt of awareness she
came fully awake and the memories of the previous night came rushing
back with all their humiliating details. She could barely believe, in
the bright cozy sunlight of her bedroom, that the night before she had
stripped naked in front of a strange man and had walked through the
mall dressed in a skimpy dress, lead on a leash by that horrid boy
Josh. It must have been some weird dream she thought. But in the
next instant she felt the collar around her neck and the weight of the
leash across her breast and full realization returned. It was not a
dream. It really happened. And it was just the beginning.

She sat up. Why had she put this stupid collar and leash back on as
he had commanded her? And why did she sleep naked as he had ordered?
This was confusing as well. What was she thinking last night? She
could have just slept as usual in her pyjamas and Josh would never had
known the difference. Was she losing it? Was he getting to her? She
must have been really drained last night, she concluded. Too
emotionally drained. That's all. She's rested today. That won't
happen again.

She looked down at the floor near her bed. The mutilated knit dress
was there where she had dropped it last night. A pity he had made her
ruin it. It was a nice dress.

She looked at the clock. Just after 7am. She jumped. She had to get
ready fast to make Josh's 8am deadline. She took off the collar and
leash and hurried into the bathroom. Half an hour later she was
downstairs eating breakfast, already dressed as Josh had instructed in
shorts and t-shirt, except that she was wearing a bra. She did not
want her mother to notice her lack of a bra at the breakfast table so
she decided she would take the bra off later.

"Mom, I'm going to be out with some friends today. I'm not sure when
I'll be home so don't wait lunch. Ok?" Katy was grateful that her
mother was busy reading the paper and was not paying very much
attention to what she was telling her.

"Sure dear, that's fine," her mother answered.

It was 7:45. Katy ran back up to her room, quickly took off her bra,
stuffed the collar and leash into a bag and was just about to leave
the room when her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Katy, this is your master."
"Yes, master?" Could it be that he was canceling their day together?
What wonderful luck.

"You can come at 8:30 to pick me up. Use the extra time to pack a
lunch for us. Whatever you have handy in the house will be fine. But
no later than 8:30."

"Yes, master," she answered, but heard the dial tone before she had
finished speaking it.

Okay. Have to pack food. Quickly. She ran back downstairs. Her
mother was still reading and barely noticed her as she packed a cooler
chest full of fruits and sandwiches and juices.

"Going on a picnic with your friends, dear?" her mother finally
inquired.

"Yes, mom."

"Looks like a perfect day for it."

"Yup."

"You're not wearing a brassiere are you, Katherine."

Damn luck, Katy thought.

"Um, no mom. We're gonna go swimming and so I'm packing my swimsuit
and I'll put that on later." Katy knew this made no sense but
sometimes that didn't really matter with her mother.

"Okay, dear, but don't let your father see you that way. You know how
he dislikes such things."

"I know mom. I'll change right away. No prob."

Katy finished her packing and loaded up the car. She would have to
push it to be at the park by 8:30.

Josh was sitting there waiting for her when she pulled up to the curb
at exactly 8:30. She would have been there even earlier but she had
to stop to put on the collar and leash. She was glad that she had
remembered that particular instruction from the night before.

Josh got into the car without greeting her. She waited as he examined
her.

"Ok. T-shirt and shorts. Good. Collar and leash are on. No bra.
Unzip and open your shorts a little so I can see if you got panties
on."

Katy did as she was told, opening the shorts to expose her brown tuft
of pubic hair.

"Very good, Katy. You may leave them open like that for now." he told
her. He then grabbed the leash, about a foot below where it was
snapped onto the collar, and pulled her toward him. He kissed her
lips softly.

This actually startled Katy. She suddenly realized that up to now he
had not even touched her, though he had had many opportunities.
Perhaps that would change today, she wondered. Anxiety crept back
into her mind and she tried not to think about what crazy plans he
might have for her this day.

"Now let's get going. We have a long day ahead of us. Get onto the
interstate going north."

"Yes, master."

Within five minutes, they were driving north on the highway and after
only a few miles Josh instructed her to pull into the rest area.

"Take off your clothes."

Katy looked around. The rest area was nearly empty at this time of
the day. She slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt and Josh threw them
into the back seat. Katy felt very odd at the touch of the car seat
against her pussy. In spite of herself she was becoming aroused.

"Sneakers too," Josh said. These too were deported to the back seat.

"Okay. Let's go," Josh ordered and they pulled back onto the highway.
Josh opened the sun roof.

"Master, please. It's too cold still. Maybe later when it warms up?"

"Shut up slut," was his response. Katy looked at him. For some
reason, instead of being angry she felt her feelings hurt. What was
happening to her?

"There!!", Josh shouted suddenly. Now she knew why she had stripped.
Josh pointed to a big 18-wheeler. It was ahead of them on their left.
A man's tanned, hairy arm could be seen in the open, passenger-side
window. "Catch up to them, Katy. Let him see your body." Josh
seemed nearly gleeful. He clearly likes this type of thing, she
thought unhappily. This would be a very long summer.

The little car quickly pulled up alongside the truck and Katy kept the
speed constant to stay directly next to the passenger side window. At
first the trucker did not notice the little car. When he did look
down, though, he became very enthusiastic. Katy had to keep her eyes
on the road, so Josh kept her informed of her audience's behavior.
With the window down on Katy's side and with the sun roof open as
well, the trucker had a clear view of her entire naked body. Josh
waved to the man who gratefully waved back. Josh held up the leash to
make sure he saw that too. The man gave him a big thumb's up,
grinning broadly. Josh could tell the man was relaying information
back to the driver.

Katy was glad she was driving. She could keep her eyes on the road
and try to mentally block out this degrading scenario.

"Hey, cool," Josh said, after several minutes. "He's got a camera."

"He's going to take my picture?" asked Katy in dismay.

"He already did I think," Josh replied. "Quite a few, it looks like."
Omigod, thought Katy. Please let this end. Meanwhile Josh gave a
thumb's up to the trucker, encouraging him to take more pictures.

A few minutes later, the truck accelerated away from them and the man
signaled Josh to follow. Within a mile they pulled into another rest
area. Obeying Josh, Katy parked her car next to the truck.
Immediately the two truckers jumped out, greeting Katy and Josh as
though they were old buddies.

The driver, when he caught sight of Katy, said, "Son of a bitch, Pete,
you weren't kidding, this bitch is a beauty all right."

"How you doin' little lady? My name's Pete, this is my partner
Carl," said the man who had been on the passenger side of the truck.
The two men were now standing next to Katy's door and were ogling her
through the open window and sun roof.

Katy was rigid with fright. She did not want to imagine what these
men might be capable of doing. She was acutely aware that they were
parked at the end of the large parking lot with no other vehicles
nearby. In fact, the huge truck blocked the line of sight between her
car and the rest of the parking lot and the building. No one would
see her plight if these men decided to do anything bad to her. She
kept her eyes straight ahead and did not speak in answer to their
greetings. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Josh broke
the brief silence.

"Hey guys!"

"Hi kid. We like your friend a lot. Say, how old are you anyway,
boy? You look like a pretty young fella." This was the driver who
spoke to Josh.

"Old enough, right?" Josh replied amicably, avoiding a direct answer.

"Your friend here's kinda quiet. Don't she like us?"

"It's her first time doing this. I guess she's just shy," answered
Josh.

"She sure is pretty," said Carl. "How's about she gets out of the car
so we can see her better?"

Katy cringed at this suggestion. Turning to Josh, her face a grimace
of pleading, she whispered to him. "Please. Let's get out of here.
Please."

Josh looked to the two men. "Katy says if you've got a couple of
minutes she'd be glad to get out so you can see her better. No
problem. She's a teeny bit shy though, so maybe you should help her
get out."

In spite of her efforts at stoicism, Katy quietly shed a tear as one
of the truckers opened her car door and pried her fingers from the
wheel. In a second she stood on the asphalt, barefoot and naked
except for her collar and leash. Josh also got out of the car and
took his place next to the two men.

"Stand up straight, Katy. Show them how nice your tits stick out,"
said Josh. Katy obeyed, comprehending the hopelessness of her
situation. She stared blankly at nothing, avoiding eye contact with
the three as she felt them thoroughly explore her body with their
eyes. Her tears returned.

"What's with the leash, kid?" asked Carl. "You two into the kinky
stuff?"

"Katy's my slave." The two men went wide-eyed at this simple
response.

"Whoa, now there's a lucky fella. I wish my daddy had bought me toys
like this when I was your age," said Carl. The two truckers laughed
loudly.

"Say, kid," Carl continued, his eyes still on Katy as he spoke, "how's
about you be a good sport and let me and Pete have a little fun with
Katy here. Just a little quicky for each of us. How `bout it? We
got a real comfy bed up behind the cab."

Katy was in agony. After all he had done to her so far, she fully
expected Josh to let her be raped by these vulgar men. She felt
faint, standing there in the sun. She hoped that they did not have
some foul disease. At least she was on the pill. Thank goodness for
that, at least.

"Sorry, mister," Josh answered. "Can't share her. Not today anyway.
But, look, if you guys come through this way a lot you can give me
your phone number and maybe we can arrange for you to fuck her next
time." A reprieve, thought Katy.
"Yeah, that's cool, kid," Carl answered. "We don't want to be pushy.
Most times people don't follow us into the rest stop like you did.
Appreciate it."

"Tell you what," Carl continued, "you got e-mail? You can e-mail us
sometime. We got our own trucker's website too, where we put our
flasher pictures. Would it be okay if we put your girl's pic on it?"

For the next few minutes, as Katy waited patiently, the three males
happily exchanged e-mail addresses and URL's. Carl announced that if
he could take a few more shots of Katy he would devote an entire page
to her on the website. Josh informed Katy that she should feel
honored and that she could tell all her friend's back at college to
look for her special page on the web. He and the truckers laughed at
this and Pete got the camera ready. "Good thing we got some extra
rolls of film," he said.

For the next half hour the two men took many pictures of Katy, placing
her in a wide variety of humiliatingly erotic poses. In the last few
shots, they stood on each side of Katy as Josh took the pictures.
"These'll look great in your website," Josh announced.

Finally they had enough pictures. Pete and Carl thanked Josh
enthusiastically for the impromptu photo shoot and started to say
their goodbyes.

"Wait a minute, guys," Josh said. "Katy would like to thank you for
taking her picture." Turning to Katy he said, "Katy, give them each a
nice kiss."

Katy reminded herself how much worse this might have been and
answered, "yes, master." Then she stepped toward Carl.

Grinning delightedly, Carl put his arms around Katy and pressed his
lips against hers. Katy was repulsed by the foul smell of the man's
breath and the greasy feel of his whiskers but did not pull away from
his attentions. As his lips lingered on hers and his tongue slipped
into her mouth, Katy felt his huge, rough hands pressing into her
naked buttocks, pulling her slim body against him. Carl placed Katy's
arms around his neck, forcing her to her tiptoes to keep her lips on
his. She dared not pull away without permission. Sliding his hands
up along her waist, Carl genty squeezed and fondled Katy's breasts,
pinching and tweeking the nipples. Sensing Josh's approval, he
continued fondling Katy's naked body, massaging her pussy, kneading
her breasts, squeezing her buttocks, kissing her soft nipples. By
this time Katy was again in tears from the humiliation.

She stood limply as the next man took his turn. Pete did not bother
with the pretext of a kiss at first but dove right into feeling her
up. After thoroughly man-handlng her perfect breasts, he inserted two
fingers deep into her pussy, probing, massaging, squeezing.

Much to her dismay and embarrassment, Katy began to react to this
attention with an increased flow of secretions to her vagina and a
noticeable change in her posture. Instead of standing rigidly, her
body involuntarily moved in usison with the man's manipulations. Oh
God, no, she thought, don't let me lose control. Her fingers dug into
the man's upper arms as she steadied herself. She tried to pull
herself off of the man's thrusting fingers but only succeeded in
giving herself more stimulation. She was going to orgasm she realized
and she wanted it! She felt like a slut but did not care. She wanted
this orgasm. Seconds later her lithe frame bucked and spasmed against
Pete's hand, her breasts jiggling wildly. Then it was over. Peter
withdrew his fingers and sniffed them happily. Katy slumped to the
ground, exhausted and shamed.

For several seconds, Katy just sat on the hot pavement, her weight on
her right thigh and her right hand. Too mortified to face her
tormenters, she stared at the ground, still breathing heavily. She
could not imagine how she must look to them. Naked and collared in a
public parking lot, flushed from an orgasm. What was happening to
her? Then she felt the warm liquid strike against her belly and legs.
Rain? She looked down in shock as more spurts of hot semen splattered
over her. Oh God please not that too, she thought.

Unknown to Katy, while Pete had been enjoying his "kiss", Carl,
inspired by the show, had started masturbating behind her. He reached
orgasm a few seconds after Katy had dropped to the ground and he
directed his output to her torso and legs. Meanwhile Pete wasted no
time and was soon ejaculating in gushers as well. Josh called her
name. Involuntarily, she looked up just in time to receive a long
streamer of semen across her face, into her eye, across her lips, and
over her hair and ears. Pete finished his large load on her upper
chest and breasts.

"Wow, cool," proclaimed Josh.

"Oohh, gross." said Katy. She started to wipe the semen out of her
left eye but Josh stopped her. "Leave it there, Katy. It looks
nice."

The two truckers, now sated, left quickly after they and Josh
confirmed their plans to communicate later for a second tryst.

As the truck pulled away, Katy and Josh got back into the car. Josh
let her put her t-shirt back on but did not let her clean or even
disturb the cum that now dripped down her face, torso, and legs. He
directed her to pull back onto the highway.

"Master, can I please go home now," Katy begged.

"Go home? No. We have a long day ahead of us and we haven't even
started it yet. Our exit is not far."

Katy suppressed a tear. A dribble of cum slid down from her nose and
onto her upper lip. She could smell the musky odor of it as she
inhaled.

"Okay, Katy. This is our exit. We're almost there."


About the Katy's Surrender series. A note from the author.

This story is about a college girl who is blackmailed by a younger
boy. In return for his silence regarding a certain past indiscretion
on her part, she agrees to become his personal slave. The story has
elements of bondage, humiliation, some infliction of pain and
punishment, and, of course, sex. You should read Part 1 first to
understand the premise but it's pretty much episodic after that so you
don't really need to read them in sequence. But, actually, it would
be better.

For those who weren't around for the first postings of the story, this
is a story in progress. I wrote and posted the first nine chapters
this past summer (1997) - part nine was posted in mid-August. I have
been very busy with other things since the end of the summer and have
not had much free time for writing more parts to my story. I have
finally finished part 10 now and am posting that along with the
reposts of the others.

And, yes, I do plan to post more (unless people ask me to stop.)

So: parts 1 through 9 are repostings and part 10 is brand new.

Another thing: this story is mine. Please, do not include it in
websites or other places without my permission. Thanks.

November 19, 1997

kate



Katy Surrenders - Part 5


Following Josh's instructions, Katy pulled off the highway at the next
exit. At the end of the exit ramp, Josh told her to turn left and for
several minutes they drove on a quiet country highway, warm sun
pouring into the car through the open sun roof.

Katy knew this area somewhat. Lots of farms along this road. She
thought she remembered coming here, when she was much younger, with
her parents and some other families for a church picnic. She looked
down at herself. There was still some sticky cum drying on the top of
her thigh. Her t-shirt felt like it was glued to her chest from the
semen splattered over her breasts. For the first time since leaving
the rest area she peeked into the mirror. There was cum all over her
forehead and in her hair. A big thick glob of it still nestled in one
of her ears. This did not feel like another church picnic, Katy
mused. In spite of her anxiety and disgust at her predicament, the
idea made her smile.

"Katy?", said Josh finally. This was the first he had spoken since
leaving the highway.

"Yes, master?"

"Let's repeat your lesson from last night. I want you to learn this
by heart. Katy, are you my slave?"

"Yes, master."

"Say it."

"I am your slave, master."

"And you will obey my every command?"

"I will obey your every command, master."

"Are you my property?"

"I am your property, master."

"Ok. Now repeat it by yourself."

"I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your
property."

"Good. One more time, with feeling."

"I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your
property," Katy repeated the lines, trying somehow to make herself
sound sincere.

"That's not bad, Katy. We can practice more later on."

"Yes, master."

"You're really a stinking mess, you know it? Do you like driving
around covered in cum?"

Katy barely restrained her temper. Perhaps he wanted a pretext to
punish her, she thought.

"Yes master. I'm a stinking mess. But I don't really like staying
this way," she added hopefully.

"Well, I don't care what you like. What you like or don't like is not
important. But I sure ain't gonna touch you while you're still
covered in trucker cum." A mixed blessing, thought Katy.

"I know a place up ahead where you can get cleaned up. I'll let you
know when to slow down."

A few minutes later they pulled off the road into a small gravel
parking lot. A half-dozen cars were already parked there, in the
shade of an adjoining wood. There was no one in sight.

"There's a really great swimming hole here. Let's go for a dip. You
can clean yourself up in the brook."

Here we go again, Katy, thought. "Master, I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"Jeez, Katy, you sure are a slow learner. Just take off the collar
and leash and you'll be fine in the t-shirt. It's a real informal
swimming hole."

"May I please wear my shorts too, master."

"Nope. Let's go."

This was awful, Katy thought. Her t-shirt was not very long. Long
enough perhaps, but just barely so. As she followed him down the
wooded trail, careful of her bare feet on the pebbles and sticks, she
could hear the sound of adults and children playing in the water. Her
mood, already dismal, was plummeting fast.

The short trail to the brook came out of the woods at a small rocky
cliff above the swimming area. From there Josh and Katy had a good
view of the swimmers before they noticed them. There were at least
two families with young kids and an assortment of teenagers and older
people, about 15 people in all. The actual swimming area was small.
This number of people seemed to be about the maximum for comfort. Katy
noticed a pair of teenage boys across the stream who were jumping into
the water from an overhanging tree. Seemingly the water was deep
enough in spots for diving and jumping.

The only way to the water was to walk past the group of people
relaxing on the sandy bank. At first no one really noticed them as
they carefully threaded their way around blankets, water toys, and
picnic coolers. Katy tried valiantly to pull the hem of her t-shirt
down without also making it obvious that she was not wearing
underwear. Josh walked ahead of Katy who followed him close behind,
trying to hide behind him as much as she could. As they passed one
lady, a young mother assembling lunch for a toddler on the sand next
to her, she looked up from her work to smile in greeting to Josh and
then turned to Katy to greet her as well. Katy was unnerved when the
young mother's smiling face converted immediately to one of wide-eyed
shock at the sight of her. Katy realized that the woman was looking
at the splatters of dried cum still very visible in her hair and
around her face. The woman's husband must have noticed his wife's
change