“Susan, why are you treating me like your pet?”
But Susan didn’t respond, instead she continued to walk through the school halls leading the totally naked teen behind her like it was the most normal thing in the world. All around them everyone continued their daily routine as though the gorgeous captain of the cheer squad wasn’t completely naked and being led on a leash amongst them.
The waxed tile floor felt cold beneath Jen’s bare feet as she winced nervously, her hands refused to go anywhere near her breasts, ass or pussy as her body continued to obey Susan’s instruction to not cover herself, like a magnetic force repelled her hands whenever they got too close. Jen found herself wondering if she’d ever be able to touch her own pussy again.
“Susan…” she tried again, louder this time and trying to pull back on the leash to get Susan’s attention, “…why are you treating me like your pet?”
In response Susan gave another firmer tug on the leash, and looked over her shoulder at Jen quizzically, “Because… you are…?”
Jen realised they were approaching the door of their first class and tried to slow Susan down, “Susan… I’m not an animal…” she begged weakly.
This made Susan laugh, “Oh hush girl, of course you’re not, you’re worse than an animal”
Jen’s stomach dropped as she expected another reality shift, but she didn’t feel the familiar dizziness or blurring. What she did find was she could barely make a sound above a whisper now, as her body obeyed Susan’s order to ‘hush’. Jen realised Susan had simply repeated what had been said about her on the bus ‘she’s worse than an animal’, but she was still struggling to comprehend what that meant.
Susan walked through the open classroom door, leading Jen through behind her.
“Ah, good morning Susan” the teacher, Mr Jones, said with his familiar broad smile. Jen had always had a crush on the hunky English teacher and averted her eyes, feeling mortified to be seen nude and leashed like this, but having him ignore her like everyone else made her feel even worse.
Susan led Jen over to her desk before she sat down, leaving Jen standing awkwardly beside her, the leash going slack as Susan let it go to retrieve her books. It dropped between the nude girls breasts before the leather loop at the end swung and collided with her exposed pussy, making her yelp in surprise and humiliation.
This raised a giggle from several in the class and got Susan’s attention again, “Sit girl” she ordered firmly. Before Jen could even think about it her body had obediently dropped, her bare ass landing with a cold slap on the floor and her breasts bouncing wildly, eliciting more giggles.
Jen tried to rearrange her body to make herself comfortable shifting until she was sitting on her knees while Susan lifted the end of Jen’s leash and wrapped it around the leg of her desk. Jen couldn’t see much from her new position; the board was mostly blocked by the desks above her. With the tightness of the leash holding her head so closely to Susan’s desk Jen couldn’t even lean forward too far to look at anything. Other students continued to take their seats all around her making her feel smaller and smaller.
Jen bowed her head, letting her hair cover her face as she pondered what she was going to do to get out of this nightmare, above her the familiar pre-class chatter was slowly dying down as Mr Jones clapped his hands to get everyone to settle down.
A light pat on the top of her head got Jen's attention and she looked up at Susan reluctantly, the other girl stooped slightly and whispered
“Ok girl…”