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Saturday, July 31, 2004

 

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STACI DAVIS: INVESTIGATIVE SLAVE
by Zebulon

This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is
intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery
and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.

This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted,
and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is
being posted.

Feedback is welcome. Zebulonfastmail.ca

(Transition - not much sex)

Start of Part 9

The flight from the Caribbean to the headquarters of the
Mart was uneventful. After being rolled off stage, Staci had
been pushed into a corner. They had removed the chain
around her neck but left her hanging until the auction was well
over. They got to her when it was time to disassemble and
pack the frame in which she had been bound.

"What shall we do with her, Mistress Ruby?" one of the
staff slaves had asked.

"She's leaving with Number One. In fact, you'd better
hurry with her. I'm sure One will want to get started soon.
Pack her into a containment box and sedate her for the trip."
She took a second look at the limp figure. "And see to her
injuries. We want to be sure she arrives in one piece. After
that I could care less."

Staci was unconscious when they took her down and laid
her on the floor. A girl came over with a medical kit and
worked on her limp body. The damage was almost entirely
superficial. Bruises around the breasts and crotch, lash
marks, scratches, abrasions around the wrists and ankles.
Her face seemed drawn and worried, but the blood was
flowing back. She began to move slightly and twitch. The
girl removed the rubber ball and checked her mouth for
damage. Staci make little moaning noises.

The girl rolled her over and saw to her back side. She
inspected her anus to check for damage. There didn't seem
to be any. Staci had been well lubricated.

Staci opened her eyes just as the girl was finishing. She
tried to move, but everything ached so much she just lay
still. She lay on her belly and watched the final disassembly
of the terrible frame on which she had been hung. It wasn't
until the girl got up and took one last look that she realized
that Staci's eyes were open. She rolled her over on her
back again. Staci winced and groaned, but didn't otherwise
move or protest.

A man came up pushing what looked like a long silver
coffin on wheels. Together they lifted and set her inside. It
was lined with some thick soft material. It felt good against
her skin. The woman cuffed her ankles together and
hooked the cuffs to a short strap set in the base of the
coffin. She came around and pulled Staci's arms up over
her head, cuffed them, and linked the cuffs to the top of the
coffin. She felt a pinprick inside her elbow. The man was
injecting her with something. She tried to feebly protest
when the girl popped a fresh gag back into her mouth. Staci
gave up. She was too tired and sore to fight.
Consciousness soon left her again. She was already asleep
when the coffin was sealed and loaded onto a waiting truck.



Staci awoke in a cage. She was still naked but
unfettered. She was lying on her back on a rubber mat. Her
first sight as she opened her eyes was the thick wire mesh
framework of the roof of her cage. Her whole body was
sore.

Moving slowly and carefully she sat up and looked
around.

She couldn't see much. What she did see looked like a
cross between a prison and a kennel. She was in a large
steel cage, eight feet square and seven feet high. There
seemed to be a number of cages in a row. The cages were
surrounded by stone walls. Each cell had a large square
rubber mat which just about covered the concrete floor.
The roof above the cages was sharply slanted. She seemed
to be in more of a porch than a building. One side was
completely open letting in fresh air and dim sunlight. It was
either early morning or late evening. She stood up. Even
with the openness of the wire mesh, the low ceiling made
her feel claustrophobic. Everything was dull brown and
ugly grey.

Staci tried to inspect her body to see how badly she had
been injured, but the light was poor. She was covered with
ugly welts and felt incredibly stiff. Everything hurt, but she
didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries. The
memories of the auction came flooding back and she started
trembling violently. She sat back down and cried for a long
time.

When she looked up again it was almost dark. Lights
suddenly came on. Staci stood and took a better look at her
new world. There were six cages. Or rather, there was one
long cage divided into six cubicles by five walls. The walls
of the cages were of thin steel, cross hatched for extra
strength. There was enough room to completely fit her arm
through the spaces between the bars, but there would be no
breaking out. She couldn't hope to budge the bars without
tools. The cages filled up most of a trench-like area defined
by the stone walls. There was a wide walkway which ran
along the front of cages. There was a heavy wooden door
in the stone wall at one end of the walk. The steel walls of
her cage were sunk into the concrete floor. The walls and
ceiling of the cells were set into the stone wall opposite the
walkway. There was no way out of the cage except for the
locked door. Staci was in the last cell back from the
entrance. There was a pile of old blankets in the first cage
at the other end. Otherwise they all seemed to be empty.

The door opened. And old man walked in carrying a
couple of small baskets. He shut the door behind him. It
closed with a definitive click. The pile of blankets in the
first cage moved. Another naked girl crawled out and came
up to the door of her cage. The man opened the door and
handed her a basket. She took it, picking up an empty one
which Staci hadn't noticed and giving it back to him. She
glanced briefly at Staci but showed no interest. Turning her
back, the girl sat and opened her basket. The old man
headed toward Staci's cell. She came up to the door to
meet him.

The old man stopped at her cage and stared at her for a
long moment. "You speak English, Ja? he asked in a quiet
weathered voice."

Staci nodded.

He pointed back at the door through which he had
entered. "Is locked, Ja?"

Staci nodded again.

He pointed up at the ceiling. "Is cameras, there, und
there, und there. You understand?"

"Yes, I see."

"You no make trouble, or other men come and make for
you lots of pain, Ja?"

"I understand. I won't make trouble."

The old man smiled at her and opened the door. He
handed her a basket. She took it. She expected him to
close the door immediately and leave. Instead he seemed to
be waiting for her to look up again. She did. He pointed at
the floor behind her. There was a large hole in the corner of
her cell. "Is toilet, Ja?"

"OK."

He pointed up at the stone wall above the hole. There
was s spigot set into the wall with a small hose coiled
around it. "Is for cleaning, Ja? For cleaning hole; for
cleaning you, Ja? And for drinking, Ja?"

"Ja," Staci said.

"You want blanket?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

Without bothering to lock the door he walked away. He
opened a closet she hadn't noticed, fumbled around a bit.
He brought back two blankets and a bar of soap.

"Thank you," she said.

He smiled and left, locking her cage door behind him.

Staci laid the blankets on the floor and sat. The girl in
cage one was still ignoring her. She opened the basket and
found food. She was ravenously hungry. It surprised her
that the food was excellent. As she ate the lights went out.
She finished her meal by reflected starlight and heard the
sounds of the other girl using the toilet. She heard running
water. Then silence.

Staci got up and stepped carefully over to her own toilet.
It wasn't much, but she needed it badly. She squatted down
and relieved herself. There was no toilet paper. Only the
hose and the soap. She used them. The water was cool,
but the room was warm. Heat was being pumped in from
somewhere. At least she wouldn't freeze to death. She
went ahead and took a full shower of sorts. The floor was
slightly canted and the water drained into the hole. She
used one of the blankets to dry herself. She assumed she
would be interrogated in the morning. There was nothing
she could do about that. She wasn't tired but lay down to
sleep anyway. Instead she spent a fitful night trying not to
think about the future.



In the morning the old man brought her breakfast and
the girl in cage one continued to pretend she didn't exist.
Staci spent a stressful day waiting for someone to come for
her. She tried to communicate with the girl in the first cage.
She had no luck. She tried wearing one of the blankets to
cover her nakedness. It was terribly uncomfortable. The
old man laughed when he brought lunch. She spent a
boring afternoon pacing and sweating. The old man
brought dinner. At least the food was still good.

In the morning the girl in the first cage was gone. The
old man brought breakfast and then carefully cleaned out
the empty cage. And still no one had come for her.

Two days later, Staci had given up trying to cover
herself with the blanked and there was another girl in the
first cell. Staci saw her led in. She was fully clothed. In
fact, she was dressed rather elegantly in conservative
business attire. Her arms were cuffed behind her. She
looked disconsolate and was afraid to make eye contact
with Staci. A few hours later she was led away.

After a week of this Staci was sure that no one was
going to come get her. Ms. Turner certainly wasn't coming
to the rescue. And her captors seemed to have no interest
in anything but keeping her captive.

Several girls came and went. They were always put in
cage one or two. They stayed for anywhere from a couple
of hours to a couple of days. During the third week, a large
evil looking Doberman was brought in and put in the first
cage. It barked and snarled at Staci for a long time until he
finally settled down and just glowered. Two days later the
dog was gone.

During the fifth week her little prison was suddenly
crowded. There was a girl in every cage with two girls in
cages one and three. They were oriental girls and none of
them spoke English. A doctor came and gave each girl,
including Staci, a physical examination. A dentist came and
checked and cleaned their teeth. Soon after, hard looking
men and women came to look at the girls. They reminded
Staci of Mistress Rayna and Mistress Synklair. The girls
started to disappear one or two at a time. In just over a
week they were all gone.

One day, the old man brought a medium sized poodle.
The dog seemed very friendly. He started to put it in cage
one and then looked over at Staci. She smiled and nodded
hoping he might cage it next to her. He did. She spent a
couple of relatively happy days, talking to the dog and
petting it through the steel bars. Then the dog was gone
and the monotony went on.



Staci spent most of her time lying around and feeling
sorry for herself. She thought a lot about God. She had
never been very religious, but had been brought up to
believe that everything that happens is somehow for the
best. 'God never gives you anything you can't handle,' her
mother used to say time and time again. 'But why is God
giving me this?' she wondered. 'What did I do to deserve it?
How much of this does he think I can handle?' She kept
looking for reasons and couldn't find any.



By the end of three months, Staci looked like hell. Her
hair was ratty. She was developing a small pot belly. She
was depressed beyond words. The old man came in one
morning and frowned at her for a long time. He left only to
return a short time later with a bright metal suitcase. He put
it outside her cell against the far wall before leaving
breakfast. 'What the hell is that for,' she wondered. She
spent a fitful morning worrying about it until she looked
beyond the case and saw her reflection in the shiny metal.
She wanted to cry. The old man took the suitcase away at
lunch time.

That afternoon, Staci did some simple stretching and
light exercise for the first time since the day of the auction.
Then she had a long shower doing the best she could with
her hair. The physical activity and self grooming left her
feeling better. When the old man brought dinner he smiled
which made her feel even better still.

Next morning she found a comb and a tube of shampoo
in the basket with her breakfast. After that the old man
would bring her other toiletry items from time to time.



Within a few months, Staci was back in good physical
condition. However, she was ready to go out of her mind
with the monotony and isolation. The mysterious visitor
changed that.

On several occasions a strange man or woman would
show up and be given a tour of her little world. Most of
these tours were in languages other than English. But from
the few conversations she could understand, Staci figured
out that she was in a temporary holding cell. Apparently,
she decided, they didn't quite know what to do with her and
were just keeping her there.

The stranger was one of VIP's being given the tour. He
seemed different from the others who had come before him
--less hard, but somehow more dangerous.

Staci didn't know what language they were speaking. It
didn't sound like French, but the guide called him Duval.
He was given his tour in the morning. And then something
very unusual happened. He came back. He came back with
the old man at lunch time and stood for a long while looking
at her through the cage door. He was just her height and
quite thin. There was something about him which made
Staci think he might be a spy. Not a spy who was come to
set her free. Just a spy. He said something which she didn't
understand. She shrugged her shoulders and answered in
English. He shrugged back at her and smiled. She returned
his smile.

He stepped up to the door of her cell and motioned for
her to do the same. Staci had long since lost her
awkwardness and feelings of modesty at being naked. She
wasn't sure if she were supposed to obey the stranger, but
wanted to avoid trouble. Besides he was being more
friendly with her than anyone else except perhaps the old
man. She came up to him. He looked at her for a little
while and then reached into her cell to touch her face.

Staci held her ground. She liked the feel of his hand on
her cheek. It was warm and somehow comforting. He was
gentle. She hadn't felt a kind human touch in a long time.
He stroked her cheek a couple of times and then ran his
hand down the side of her neck. She still didn't move. The
hand withdrew and moved down past one of the horizontal
bars. It came back at breast level and moved slowly toward
her right breast. Staci bit her lip and made a quick decision.
She let him touch her. She felt his fingers on her nipple.
The hand opened and cupped her breast. There was no
freakish sensations of pleasure or pain, just the warm
comforting feeling of the man's hand.

And just as suddenly as he had appeared, the stranger
left.

Staci sighed and turned back to her lunch.

That evening, shortly after dinner, a short, evil looking
woman came to her. The woman reminded Staci of the
Mistresses at the auction. Staci jumped up and moved to
the back of her cell.

The woman eyed her coldly. "It seems Herr Duval has
taken a fancy to you," she said in excellent but heavily
accented English. You are to be cleaned up and made
presentable for him." The woman looked piercingly at her
and shook her head. "Why he wants a totally untrained
piece like you when he could have the choice of my best is
beyond me. However, that is his wish and that is how it will
be." She looked into Staci's eyes and said, "Do you
understand what I'm telling you?"

"Not exactly, . . . Mistress." Staci wasn't sure if this was
a "Mistress" like those at the auction, but thought it best to
assume she was.

"You will come with me," the woman said crisply. "You
will be cleaned and perfumed. You will go to Herr Duval's
room when he is ready for you. And you will do your very
best to satisfy him. Is that clear enough?"

"Yes, Mistress." Staci wasn't sure how she felt about
that. But seeing as she obviously had no choice. . . .

End of Part 9

STACI DAVIS: INVESTIGATIVE SLAVE
by Zebulon

This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
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Monday, July 26, 2004

 

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Title: Cindi's Night at the Ball Game
Author: Nightwolf
Email: knightwolf999charter
Part: HS201 - Cindi - 001
Keywords: exh

Point of View: First Person Summary: Cindi is a student in a colleges
Human Sexuality class. This class is extremely hands on. Students are
required to participate in various sexual activities including a major term
project. The college is determined to become the preeminent university in
the nation in the study of human sexuality. The city and county supports
this decision and has agreed to allow the university and particularly the
students of this course to do virtually anything related to human sexuality
as long as others are not injured or forced to participate against their
will. In this morning's class Ms Thompson, the instructor, discussed
nudism's impact on society. As homework, she required all the class's
students to spend the entire weekend nude, doing whatever they had planned
to do. This story describes one student's experience. It deals primarily
with nudism and exhibitionism. If this offends you or you are to young to
read stories of a sexual nature, please go elsewhere. Date first
published: 2002-08-10





My name's Cindi. Yes. With an I!

Ms. Thompson required that I write out my experience from my date last
Friday.

First, I'm the one that jumped up in dismay when Ms. Thompson required
that we all go nude for the entire weekend. I had a date with a guy that I
really liked. It was the first time I had gone out with him and he wasn't
a student, so he didn't really know what was going on here.

I'd met him at work. I work part time as an accounting intern for a big
oil company downtown. Richard isn't my boss or anything. Just a coworker.
But really, when you're an intern everyone's your boss. I'd been
reconciling some accounts for him and we really hit it off.

This was his first real job. He graduated in May. And he's gorgeous.
Tall, tan, and handsome. But sort of shy. He always wears a suit to work.
His hair is short. Face shaved baby smooth.

I had finally sweet talked him into taking me out. And now I was
required to go nude. Even worse, Ms. Thompson knew about it and so I
couldn't call and cancel.

Let me tell you a little about myself first. I've been cursed with the
name Cindi. That's what's on my birth certificate. Not Cynthia. Cindi.
The good news is, I look just like a Cindi is supposed to look - basically
like a dumb blond cheerleader. I've got long blond hair, blue eyes, 5'8",
115 lbs, long tan legs and 34 C breasts. I'm sort of embarrassed to say
this, but I look like a model. I'm a Sophomore but I'm still only 18. You
see, I my look like a dumb blond, but I have an IQ of 143, a 4.0 average,
valedictorian of my high school, and a double major in accounting and
computer science.

I took this class because I was required to take a psychology course and
it sounded like fun. I never dreamed I'd have to go on a date with a man I
work with, totally nude!

I was scared to death. It's not that I'm all that conservative. I've
had sex with a couple of different guys before. But I'd never been nude in
public before our little field trip across campus. That was hard enough
and I was surrounded by others in the same predicament. Now I was alone.
Nude. For the entire weekend. And I was required to do everything I had
planned all along.

I really wasn't sure I could do it. Others talk about having a twinge
of excitement at the prospect of public nudity. Not me! I was scared out
of my mind! I was absolutely certain that Richard would see me and leave
me sitting in the lobby of the dorm. Worse, he would talk about it at work
and everyone would think I was a slut! I even thought I might be fired!

Somehow I managed to get through the rest of the day after class let
out. I don't work Fridays so I was able to stay on campus. Once everyone
in the class scattered and I had to go across campus and to my various
other classes nude I felt incredibly alone. Even though everyone
immediately knew (or assumed) that it was part of the Human Sexuality class
it didn't make it any easier. I kept hearing people whisper as I walked
by. Occasionally someone would whistle. A group of guys started following
me and making all kinds of comments until some other guys, from the
gymnastics team I think, scared them off. I was shaking like a leaf when I
finally made it to the sanctuary of my dorm room.

My roommate had gone home for the weekend so I was alone. I lay on my
bed and cried for an hour.

Finally I realized that this was a class assignment and that I had to do
it. I wasn't going to let this class ruin my GPA!

I got up and showered, washing my hair and my body as well as I possibly
could. I made sure my armpits were smooth (yea, I know that sounds dumb,
but my whole body was going to be on display!). I washed my rear and
vagina our so that I was cleaner than I'd been in my entire life!

Looking in the mirror I realized I really was beautiful. That sounds so
vain. But I was trying to be objective. I looked like a model. It's a
curse, but someone has to do it!

I still had my summer tan. And my summer tan lines. My breasts, pussy
and rear were snow white where my bikini had been. My bush was trimmed
into a neat triangle of light blond curls, almost invisible.

I started thinking about this evening and became really scared again.
We were going to a baseball game! Thousands of people would see me!

I'd been so excited when Richard asked me to go with him. I'd played
fast pitch softball through junior high and high school. I wasn't a star
or anything, but I was pretty good. I had become a big baseball fan. The
Knights were in a race for the division title for the first time in history
and the whole city was behind them. Most of the games were selling out, or
close to it. Plus, Rick McKenzie had hit 71 home runs and might break the
home run record tonight. Richard knew what a big fan I was and had managed
to get two tickets in left field.

How was I going to go nude?

Although guys sometimes come up to the rooms, I'd told Richard to have
the front desk call me when he came in. I'd thought it would somehow be
inappropriate for him to come up to my room on the first date. Like going
out nude with him wasn't!

At 5:15 the phone rang.

Right on time, I thought.

"Hello," I answered.

"Cindi, you have a gentleman caller to see you."

I could hear girls giggling in the background.

"Ask him to come on up, please," I asked.

"Not on your life," she laughed. "Come ooooonnnnnn downnnnn!"

"Susan! I can't...."

She'd hung up.

I should have known she'd make me come down there. Susan and I'd been
friends since we started here last year. Nothing like a friend to create
embarrassing situations.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Picking up my baseball glove
and purse I stepped into the hallway wearing nothing but sneakers and a
smile, a very small smile.

My legs were trembling as I walked down the stairs and into the lobby. I
was terrified of what Susan might have organized. I was terrified of what
Richard would do. I was just plain terrified.

As I walked into the lobby I was relieved to see that only 4 girls were
there and that Susan had gotten them to surround Richard with his back to
the stairs. I was able to walk all the way up to him before he saw me.

"Hello, Richard," I whispered from behind him.

He turned around and froze in mid sentence. It really was funny to see
his face. His eyes got big, huge. His mouth hung open in the middle of a
word. He didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to say. Time had
frozen.

"OK kids," Susan said, restarting time. "Don't want to miss the kick
off! Time to go."

"Yes. Time to go," said another girl.

Arms went around us, pushed us together and ushered us towards the door.

"Wait. No. She can't go like this. Wait." stammered Richard.

"Course she can. Course she can. Does it all the time," replied Susan
as she shoved us through the door that her roommate was holding open.

Another girl had run ahead and opened the driver's side door of his pick
up which was parked right in front. Taking their cue, I stepped forward
and climbed in, sliding across his bench seats.

"Wait. Wait," stammered Richard as he was almost picked up and thrown
into his truck.

"Bye bye kids. Have a good time. Don't stay out too late now. Make
sure you don't spill anything on your new outfit Cindi," sang Susan as she
slammed Richard's door shut.

They stood there waving at us like a herd of idiots until Richard,
almost on autopilot, started the truck and pulled out into traffic,
carefully avoiding looking at me.

I wasn't sure what to think. I was grateful to Susan for ushering us
out of the dorm and into the privacy of his truck where we could talk. But
Richard hadn't said a word. He looked like he was in shock. He kept his
eyes on the road and wouldn't even look at me.

I was on the verge of tears when he finally pulled into a parking lot
and stopped the truck.

"OK Cindi. What's going on?" he asked. He sounded confused. Angry.
Worried. Almost afraid.

"Oh Richard, I'm sorry," I replied, tears welling up in my eyes. "It's
an assignment for my Human Sexuality class. We're studying nudism and its
affect on society and Ms Thompson told the whole class we all had to go
nude all weekend and she made us write out our schedules and told us that
we couldn't change anything and that we had to do everything on our
schedule and I told her that I had a date and she just said congratulations
and I didn't know what to do and I couldn't cancel because I'd fail my
class and I was scared but I had to do it and now you hate me and you're
gonna get me fired and my life is ruined!"

I stopped to take a breath, two tears rolling down my cheeks.

Richard was silent for a moment. Turning, he looked at me. He gently
reached up and wiped the tear off my chin.

"I don't hate you, Cindi. And I'm not going to get you fired. Cindi,
you're beautiful. I... I just don't know what to do. I've never had a
naked girl in my truck before."

He grinned sheepishly. I smiled uncertainly in return.

"I guess we can't go to the game though. They'd never let you in like
that."

"But we have to, Richard," I replied. "I put down on my schedule that
you were taking me to the ball game."

"Cindi, there's no way they'd let a nude girl in the stadium," Richard
retorted.

"You just don't want to be seen with me in public," I stuttered, tears
coming to my eyes again.

"Cindi, I'd love to be seen in public with you. What man wouldn't want
to be seen with a beautiful naked woman on his arm?"

"Really?" I asked.

"Really."

"Will you take me to the game?"

"I'll try. But I don't think they'll let you in."

He started the truck and pulled back on the road heading towards the
ball park.

"What if they arrest you for public nudity or something?" he asked.

Wiping my tears away I slid over against him.

"Ms. Thompson said the school really wants to become a leader in the
study of human sexuality. Somehow she got the mayor and chief of police to
support her. She said that as long as we were participating in class
activities the city won't interfere. I got the impression we can do almost
anything in public and get away with it."

I began to relax some as we drove to the game. Richard's truck had
tinted windows so no one could really see that I was nude. For the most
part we were silent, wrapped in our own thoughts. Richard seemed so
gentle. So kind.

We pulled into the parking lot at the stadium. The attendants eyes got
huge when Richard lowered his window and paid. Richard just grinned.

We parked. Then just sat there for a few moments. The game was going
to start in about 10 minutes. People were streaming in from every
direction.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Richard asked.

"Are you sure you can?"

We each grinned, a little embarrassed.

"Let's do it," I announced.

Richard opened his door and we climbed out.

He took my hand as we walked towards the stadium. A simple gesture that
gave me confidence. He was telling the world that I belonged to him and
that he was going to take care of me.

I'm not sure I can describe the walk to the stadium. It was a long way
to walk. People were all around. And we got all kinds of different
reactions.

Mostly people just stopped and stared. I could tell how far the news
had gotten that a nude girl was coming by the heads turning around in front
of us. They tried to act like they were ignoring us, but couldn't take
their eyes off us.

A few guys whistled or made lewd comments. Richard gripped my hand
tighter and we walked on, ignoring them.

I saw women hitting their husbands as they turned to look. Several
covered their kids eyes, forcing them to look away, as though the human
body was evil. I felt sorry for them.

When we got to the gate the attendant looked at me and grinned.

"I'm sorry sir," he said to Richard. "The two of you will have to wait
here for a moment."

He picked up his walkie talkie and called for security. Richard and I
shuffled off to the side as others went by.

"Well I should think so!" announced one fat lady as she waddled by in a
purple tent. "The very idea of a naked girl in public, right Harvey? She
should be ashamed!"

Harvey weighed about 120 pounds and looked like he didn't think it was
shameful at all.

A middle aged woman in a blue security uniform came up to us.

"Excuse me ma'am. May I see your student ID?" she asked.

I was surprised at how respectful she was. I fully expected her to
handcuff me and throw my naked ass in jail!

I reached in my purse and handed her my ID. Neither of us said a word
as she looked at the ID and then at her clipboard.

"Everything seems to be in order," she announced. "Enjoy the game."

Smiling she turned and walked off.

Richard and I were stunned. How much power did Ms. Thompson have over
this city anyway?

Our seats were in the 10th row in left field. Richard had remembered
that I played left field on my softball team.

We made our way to our seats and sat down. It was really pretty funny,
looking back on it. The entire section went dead quiet as I wiggled down
the row to our seat. From somewhere behind me a little boy called out,
"Daddy! Daddy! That girl's got no clothes on!"

Turning bright pink I sat down quickly, trying to sink into my chair. I
could hear people all around whispering about me. Like I said earlier,
some people get a thrill out of this. Me? I wanted to run and hide. I
wanted to cover up. I didn't feel dirty. I didn't feel ashamed. I just
felt embarrassed.

Richard put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him.

"Yea Baaaaby!" someone behind us yelled, bringing a round of catcalls
and whistles.

"You OK?" he whispered in my ear.

"I think so," I replied, sounding braver than I felt.

Just as the first inning was about to begin a woman sat down next to me
with her husband on the other side.

"Well look at you!" she grinned. "How the Hell did you manage to get in
like that?"

I turned and looked at her. She was in her late 30's or early 40's,
dark brown hair, deep tan, sparkling blue eyes, a permanent smile etched
into her face. Really very attractive. She wore a light tank top and
shorts. I was about to say something rude until I realized she was
genuinely interested and wasn't being critical.

"It's part of my homework assignment for school," I replied.

"You must be part of that sex class I read about in the paper."

"Yes ma'am."

"Fred. Fred," she poked her husband who was busy watching the man on
first base and didn't seem to have noticed me at all. "This is.. I didn't
catch your name."

"Cindi"

"This is Cindi. She's in that sex class at the college."

Fred turned and shook my hand, hardly noticing my nudity. "Good to meet
you. I'm Fred Cummins."

"And I'm Nancy," the woman stated. "How long do you have to stay nude?"

"Until Monday morning."

"Magnificent!" she beamed. "Fred and I are nudists. Been nudist ever
since we got married. Right Fred? 'Bout time this town started lightening
up a little."

I could tell that, for Nancy, baseball was a social event. She seemed
to assume that I had as little interest in the game as she did. Two outs
and a runner on 3rd.

"What about your boyfriend. He too chicken to join you?"

"No ma'am. He's not in the class."

"So what? If you're naked he should be to. What's your name boy."

Richard had been listening with half an ear while watching the game. He
evidently thought Nancy was hilarious.

"Richard Wright," he replied, putting out his hand.

"Why aren't you naked, Richard?" laughed Nancy.

"Yes! Why aren't you naked, Richard?" I joined.

"That wasn't part of the deal. I'm just here for the game. You're the
one who had to come to the game nude. Not me!"

"Well, a real gentleman wouldn't make his date suffer alone!" proclaimed
Nancy. "I dare you to join your date!"

"Yea!" I agreed. "I think you should join me!"

"You're just loving this, aren't you?" he asked.

"You bet! Now take it off. I dare you!"

"Not on your life!"

"Then let's make a bet," Nancy challenged.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We'll play strip baseball!" she proclaimed.

"What?" exclaimed Richard.

"We'll play strip baseball. Every time the Yankees hit a home run I'll
give you a piece of my clothes. Every time the Knights hit a home run you
give me one of yours. Now, I've got 4 pieces on counting my sandals. I'm
guessin' you have five counting shoes and socks. Right?"

"Right. But I'm not..."

"We'll count his shoes and socks as one. And he accepts!" I announced.

"No! I'm not playing strip baseball with her!" Richard responded.

"Look. It'll be fun. And what's the chance that the Knights will hit 4
home runs? There's no way you'll lose your precious panties!" I replied

"But.."

"It's settled," proclaimed Nancy. "Shoes and socks count as one piece.
One piece is removed with each home run. Clothes are not returned and
neither may put on the others clothes."

"But..."

"Agreed!" I announced, giggling.

"Maybe you'll get a sense of what I'm going through," I whispered.

The night was shattered by a loud crack as the ball went flying over the
center field wall.

"I believe you owe me a pair of shoes and socks, Richard," announced
Nancy with a wide grin.

I couldn't quite believe it when he slipped his shoes and socks off and
slid them over to her.

She was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

It was one to nothing in the third inning when the Yankees hit a rocket
over the right field wall sending two runners in. Nancy slid her sandals
over. Richard had begun to relax. It really was unlikely that the Knights
would hit 3 more home runs.

At least until the fifth inning when they hit two back to back fly balls
straight into the stands.

He couldn't think of a diplomatic way out as he slid his pants and shirt
off and handed them to Nancy. He looked hilarious scrunched over in his
jockey shorts. People around us had caught on to what was happening and
were enjoying our show as much as they were the game.

In the sixth inning the Yankees sent one whistling just inside the foul
line and over the right field wall tying the game at 5 all.

Nancy stood up and rather seductively slid he shorts down to her ankles.
Bending over straight legged, she picked them up, twirled them over her
head, and handed them to Richard, who was still sitting down. She was
wearing a black cotton thong.

In the 8th inning the Yankees sent another homer high over our heads.
Without hesitation Nancy stood up. whipped her shirt off, twirled it over
her head and handed it to Richard.

She really was a nudist (and evidently and exhibitionist as well). No
tan lines showed at all. Her belly was flat and her small tits stood firm
and proud. She twirled around for all to see.

This was incredible. I was completely nude at a major league ball game.
I felt totally relaxed and comfortable. I'd practically forgotten my state
of undress. On either side of me was a man and a woman in nothing but
their underpants. I was having a blast!

In the 9th inning the Yankees batted first. On the very first swing the
ball went sailing over the right field wall. Once again, Nancy stood up.
To whoops and whistles she slid her pants down and handed them to Richard,
who was now standing too and grinning widely.

Nancy was tan all over, with a shaved pussy so that nothing was hidden.
She slowly did a 360 showing her body to the world.

"Guess I get to keep my shorts!" he announced proudly.

"Not so fast, Cowboy," retorted Nancy. "The Knights haven't finished
yet."

"Yea. But I won. You're nude!"

"Oh really! When did we say the game was over when the first one was
nude?"

Richard sort of turned a light shade of green.

The Knights were down my two when they got up to bat.

First batter struck out.

Second batter hit a double.

Third batter hit it over the right field wall!

The stadium erupted in cheers as the tying runners came home.

Our section cheered loudest of all as everyone turned to watch Richard.

He sat still for a couple of moments.

Poking him, I whispered, "If I can do it, so can you."

Taking a deep breath, he stood up, dropped his shorts and handed them to
Nancy.

With a whoop Nancy twirled them over her head and let them fly into the
crowd. Everyone laughed and cheered. There were now three naked people in
the 10th row of left field.

During all the hoopla the Knights had gotten a second out.

Tied game. Two outs. And Rick McKenzie, the Knights best hitter,
walked up.

Like Babe Ruth, he pointed his bat to left field. It looked like he was
pointing right to me.

"He's gonna hit to me!" I whispered, sliding my glove on.

The pitcher should have walked him. Everyone knew that. Except the
pitcher.

He threw a fast ball straight down the line. The crack echoed through
the park.

Never taking my eye off the ball, I stood up and stepped back onto the
chair. Normally there's a mad rush to catch a home run ball. Tonight it
seemed like everyone was more interested in watching the nude blond
standing on her chair with her arms in the air, legs slightly spread and
bent.

The ball was hit directly at me. It screamed in about one foot over my
head. Stretching up, I felt it pop right in the pocket of the my glove. I
started jumping up and down on the narrow seat.

"I got it! I got it! I got it!" I screamed.

Everyone was screaming and cheering as the runner rounded 1st and then
2nd base. He stopped at 3rd and the whole stadium quieted down. Looking
up at me, he took off his cap and bowed deeply.

The boy behind my yelled, "Look! She's on TV!"

Looking up I saw myself on both of the giant screens around the stadium.
There I was. Twenty feet tall. Totally nude. White tan lines and all.
Next to me was Nancy, her tan body dancing in joy. Richard's nude body was
turned slightly, arms outstretched to catch me if I fell. His cock and
balls profiled for the world to see.

Nancy and Richard both saw the screens at the same time. Instead of
hiding they each put an arm around my waist and raised the other arm in
victory.

Later all the highlights for the day showed that shot, properly blurred
for the national audience. However, the game had been televised live. Our
nude bodies had been broadcast for almost a full minute on national
television for literally millions of people to see!

After the game, Richard, Nancy, Fred and I all went out for coffee.
Neither of them dressed and with a little encouragement, Fred stripped as
well. I felt great. I wasn't turned on. I wasn't embarrassed. I just
felt natural. I realized that nudity really was comfortable.

And I loved it.

Richard took me back to the dorm, kissed me at the door, and walked back
to his truck, his bare ass shining in the bright lights.

Grinning, I walked past all the girls in the lobby without saying a
word.

I think I have become a born again nudist!

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