As the second slave-bracelet was fastened around my wrist, the two manacles were secured together by a double-ended snap-hook so that I was in effect wearing decorative but very real handcuffs. The trunk lid was now raised and was told to get out. Surrounded by my captors, we looked like any group of girls as I was led into the nearby building, a girls dormatory on the State College campus.

They took me to a sizable double-room on the second floor, where one of the leaders, a big girl named Doris, said, "Now, Joannie, we want you to take off that darling tennis dress and those cute gold panties, so we can find out exactly what our guest of honor looks like. Don't be shy. After all, we're all girls together, aren't we?"

I objected to stripping before this bunch of angry sneering girls, and before I realized what they were up to, they had looped a rope between my fettered hands and pulled the rope over the top of a closet door, and slammed the door, jamming the rope tightly. I was held upright against the door, my hands stretched over my head, and defenseless.

When I tried to kick out to hold them off, they reached up under my short flaring skirt and pulled my gold panties and my jockey shorts down around my knees, making my legs useless for defense. With a big pair of scissors they cut the shoulder-straps of the dress I was wearing, and that fell about my ankles When they unsnapped the padded bra and hitched that bizarre feminine garment up around my neck, I was naked and shamed before my tormentors. They all stared at my exposed masculinity and laughed heartily at my embarrassing state of helpless nudity.

Doris, the boldest of the girls, reached

out and grabbed my flaccidly dangling male member, shaking it vigorously as she giggled, "That's a funny thing our Joannie is wearing. I wonder what she uses it for? Tell us how you use this little gadget, Joannie."

I blushed and groaned in embarrassment and then Mary, my tennis opponent of an hour before, said, "Let's us get undressed, too, so we can see if Joannie is so much different from us."

Within seconds I was surrounded by half a dozen naked girls who crowded around me, rubbing and pressing their warm smooth flesh against me on the pretense of comparing our bodies. Under the carnal stimulation of all this visual and tactile provocation, I felt my body begin to respond in typical masculine fashion. The girls, of course, noticed my reaction immediately, and giggled as they further increased their attentions, adding to my humiliation.

They teased me some more in my shamed state of rigid arousal, and then Doris suggested, "We're all hot and sweaty from playing tennis. Let's all take a shower together, and we can make sure that Joannie gets clean all over."

They unlatched the door, releasing

the rope that held my fettered arms. Then, before leading me to the shower, the naked girls made me step through my manacles so that my hands were now helpless behind me, with no way of protecting the more vulnerable areas of my nude body.. Under the warm sluicing water, they all delighted in rubbing plump slippery breasts, hips, bellies, and buttocks against me and using questing hands to make sure that my body was well lathered, especially in places embarrassing to me. under other circumstances would have been a heaven of sensual thrills was now a hell of

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