Rogue Window

Nothing much happened for the next week - at least, nothing related to the cookie. My colleagues behaved normally towards me, there were no further invitations to play strip games, and apart from my sore backside I could almost have believed the whole thing had been a dream. The following Saturday, though, proved the cookie wasn't done with me yet.

I went hiking with my two friends Kala and Anne, as we often did at weekends when the weather was nice. We all lived a short drive from the Pentlands, so there was plenty of beautiful countryside for us to enjoy.

We hiked for an hour or so, up into the hills, until we came to a beautiful expanse of flat ground, high enough that we could look out over what felt like all of Midlothian, but low enough that it was warm, and the only wind was a gentle breeze. We stopped to eat lunch and drink some tea from a flask Kala had brought, and then we lay down to enjoy the sun. After a few minutes, Anne said to me,

"You know, you'd look really great if you got a bit of a tan."

"Yeah!" Kala said. "Seriously Nell, you're a stunner regardless, but if you weren't so pasty you'd have guys falling all over you."

I waved the compliment away - I knew she didn't mean it, she was just such a nice person she said things like that to everyone.

"Really though," Anne said, "we're here, we've got all this sunshine, we've got sun cream - why not get some colour?"

"Isn't that what I'm doing?" I said.

""Not dressed like that. Come on, you look like a nun - what are you trying to do, get golden brown ankles? To get a tan, the sun has to actually touch your skin, you know."

Before I even had time to respond, Kala's hands were unbuttoning my overshirt, and Anne was tugging at my trousers.

"Hey! What are you doing? We're in public!"

Nothing I said made any difference, and soon they had stripped me to my underwear.

"Alright, are you happy now?"

"You can't stay like that," Anne said, "you'll get horrendous tan lines."

"What do you expect me to do, take off my underwear?"

"Why not?" Kala said. "There's noone around to see you."

"Uh, except you two? And someone could come along any minute."

"Come on, we're all friends here, who cares if we see you? And noone's going to come along - we haven't seen anyone else all day, what are the odds someone would show up now?"

"Well, why am I the only one stripping off?"

"I burn really easily," said Anne. It was true - she was pale as paper, and had to use factor 50 even on cloudy days.

"And it's not like I need it," said Kala. There was no arguing with their logic.

"Fine," I huffed, and reached back to unhook my bra.

I took off my bra, then shimmied awkwardly out of my knickers, keeping my breasts covered with one hand as I did so. As soon as I was naked I lay down on my front, thinking at least that way I was mostly covered up. Anne packed my clothes away into her rucksack.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You don't want them blowing away, do you?"

So there I was, naked as a jaybird, the warm summer sun caressing my bare arse and back, hoping that Anne would give me my clothes back before it was time to walk on. And it wasn't just the sun caressing me - pretty soon I heard the sound of someone squirting sun cream from the bottle, and both my friends' hands were on me. I couldn't really object - after all, the last thing I wanted was a full-body sun burn, but the way they were touching me felt a lot more like feeling me up than rubbing in sun cream. I mean, did they really have to squeeze my arse like that? And did spanking me really "make sure the cream was really getting into the skin"? And of course, once I'd been lying there for a little while, I had to turn over, and expose my breasts and pussy to the eyes and eager hands of my two friends.

I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses, so I least I was spared the humiliation of looking into their faces while they massaged my breasts, played with my nipples and teasingly ran their fingers over my pussy. Through an effort of will, I managed not to moan, but it was close, and I was sure they noticed my arousal. Whether deliberately or not, they would take their hands away whenever I got close to orgasm, keeping me teetering on the edge, so close that when they stopped and lay nack to sunbathe I was almost tempted to finish myself off right there and then.

We lay there in the sun for a while, and I had to admit, it was nice, lying there with nothing between me and the warm summer air, letting it all hang out. When the others got up to go, though, they refused to give me back my clothes.

"Why not make the most of the sun while it's out?" Anne said. "We'll warn you if anyone's coming, and the two of us have already seen everything there is to see." Once again, she wasn't wrong.

They gave me back my hiking boots, at least - even my friends-turned-humiliatrices had to admit there was no way I could walk through the Pentlands barefoot - but aside from that, I had nothing on at all for the rest of the hike. After a while, we were walking through a wooded area and we heard footsteps up ahead. Anne had promised to warn me, and warn me she did.

"I think there's someone up ahead!" she said, in a loud voice.

They'd said they'd warn me - they never said anything about giving me my clothes back, or letting me cover myself up. Instead, they suddenly decided to hold my hand, each keeping one of my arms pinned down by my side so I was fully on display for the two fifty-something women who rounded the bend.

I shrieked when I saw them. I couldn't help it - at Sylvia's, at least everyone there had been part of the strip game, but these two were strangers, they had no idea why this random woman was walking around in the middle of nowhere naked.

"Why are you walking around in the middle of nowhere naked?" One of them asked.

"Erm..."

"She's into nude hiking," said Kala, while I struggled for words. "You know, like, naturism, in actual nature?"

"It's very liberating," said Anne, "apparently. Isn't that right, Nell?"

"Um, yeah," I stammered, "really liberating."

"I see," said one of the women. "So why aren't you two joining her?"

"I burn really easily."

"And I'm, er, shy."

They nodded, as if it made perfect sense for a naked woman to be hiking with her two fully-clothed friends. Then one of them said,

"Could we take some pictures with you? It's not every day we meet a naked hiker."

Before I had time to think of a polite way to decline, Anne told them that yes, of course it would be ok. So I was forced to pose with the two of them, not knowing where the pictures would end up, or how many people the two women would show them to - for all I knew, the nude pictures of me might end up going viral on the internet, and being seen by millions.

Anne and Kala teased me about that all the way down the hill to the car park - would the women show the pictures to their friends? Would they put them online? Which picture did I think would be their favourite? They taunted me relentlessly, taking pleasure in my embarrassment. When we finally made it back to the car, I asked for my clothes back, and predictably enough it wasn't that easy.

"Did you think we'd just give them back, just like that?" Anne said.

"Er, yeah, pretty much." The two of them laughed.

"Come on Nell - you're naked, and we have all your clothes. You really thought we weren't going to take advantage of that?"

Her words made my head spin and my pulse pound. I was naked. They were fully dressed. If I wanted my clothes back, I would have to do everything they told me. The exposure, the powerlessness, the humiliation I'd already experienced and the promise of more to come - it was almost overwhelming. I felt myself slipping into an unfamiliar frame of mind, like my will had gone limp, simultaneously detached and sharply aware of everything.

We started with a photoshoot. The pictures we'd taken with he two other hikers were fairly tame, apart from my nudity - just the two of them with their arms around my shoulders and me smiling at the camera. My friends, though, had far naughtier ideas. I had to assume a series of embarrassing poses that left nothing to the imagination - bending over and touching my toes, with my back(side) to the camera; sitting on the bonnet of the car with my legs spread as wide as they would go; standing with one foot up on the bonnet while Kala knelt at my feet with the camera; and all through it they mocked me, talking loudly about how much they could see, and what they might do to me next.

I got up from my final pose, which had had me facing away from the other two, and saw Kala holding a long, straight stick, which she was busily stripping of its branches.

"I bet you can figure out what comes next," she said, grinning wickedly.

I bet you can figure it out, too. I had to bend over and take ten strokes on my bare arse from Kala's improvised switch. Those ten stung worse than the forty bare-handed spanks I'd had from my colleagues, and worse was to come - when I straightened up, eyes watering, both hands clutching my buttocks, Anne said that it looked like so much fun, she wanted a go as well. So back I went, into spanking position, and the two of them were treated to the sight of me yelping and jiggling as Anne gave me the good news.

I was starting to wonder if we'd be at it all day (not that I would have minded - the longer this went on, the hornier I got), but dark clouds were gathering, and since neither of my tormentors wanted to be caught in the rain, they decided the next forfeit would be my last. They ordered me to cum for them. I was so worked up by this point that it didn't take long. I knelt in the grass next to the car, turning my head so that my hair hid my face while I fingered myself to a toe-curling orgasm. I stayed on my knees afterwards, panting for air, before climbing shakily to my feet. Kala had her phone in her hand, and I wondered with a sinking feeling in my gut who would see the video of me fingering myself, but what really worried me was Anne, who was digging through her backpack, pulling items out and putting them back in.

"What's up?" I said.

"Sorry," she seemed genuinely apologetic, which was odd given the circumstances, "I can't find your clothes. They must have fallen out while we were walking. Looks like you'll be riding back naked after all."

Coming soon: Nell tests the cookie.