The teen girls beside her scream and quickly get the idea. They begin blindly scrambling to avoid the same punishment as their teacher, fingers twisting at buttons, shoes clattering off across the hard cafeteria floor.
As we undress together, the Announcer continues as if nothing happened, “The rules of this game are as follows. One player is ‘It’, or ‘the Wolf’ as we will refer to them. The male will begin the game as the first Wolf.” Confused and frightened muttering comes from the girls opposite me. I glance at the TVs, which now display ‘Current Wolf’ with an image of my face along with a summary of the instructions the Announcer is giving us.
“When we begin, the Wolf must stand facing and touching their wall. All other players must clearly and simultaneously call out ‘What’s the time, Mr. Wolf?’ — or ‘Miss Wolf’ or ‘Mrs. Wolf’ depending on the current player. The Wolf must then respond loudly and clearly with a number on the clock. For example, ‘2 o’clock’. The other players must then take exactly that many steps forward. The players then start again asking for the time. Any players that touch the Wolf’s wall are safe for the round. However, at any point, instead of giving a number on the clock, the Wolf may respond by shouting ‘Lunch time’, at which point all players must run. The Wolf must chase and attempt to tag a player. Other players must flee and touch their starting wall before the Wolf can tag them. The game ends after a predetermined number of rounds.”
Across the room, I hear Female 2, Gabrielle Sadowski, blurting out complaints under her breath, “He chases us and he’s not blindfolded, but we are ?” The growing unease in the air is palpable, the unfairness of the situation blatant. I ignore the girl’s whiny voice, more concerned with the sight of her.
Gabrielle was a popular senior in my class. A rich mean princess. Hotter than most girls in the school, with cute features and pudgy kissable cheeks. Perfect asymmetrical hair colored several shades of caramel that go nicely with her softly tanned skin. She always cared more about social media and selfies than grades. Now I get to watch her try to cover her little tits as her shirt and bra get tossed aside. What’s to hide? Her breasts are small and unimpressive anyway. Nice nipples though. And God, that ass! So thick for her short stature. She’s athletic yet somehow seems soft and squishy all over. My eyes water with longing when I get to see her panties drop, revealing her smooth-shaven pussy. Lips mostly hidden in a puffy ‘innie’ slit. Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening! I squint, annoyed that she’s so far across the room from me.
The Announcer continues with the rules, “A player tagged by the Wolf, or the Wolf themself if they catch no one, will face a random punishment task. Anyone that fails to participate as instructed will also be punished.” I glance at Mrs. Mandal panting on the floor, the electrocution finally ceasing, allowing her sit up slowly. Aadya is a woman that’s clearly never subjected to such treatment. The proud teacher looks completely violated, brazenly tortured simply for running her mouth. ‘Female 1’ degradingly written on her forehead. I realize I’m smiling ear to ear watching her struggle stupidly back to her feet and hurry to begin removing her clothing before it can happen again.
Beside the teacher, Female 3, Melina Ruiz, tries to act calm and tough, but I can tell she’s utterly humiliated like the rest of them. I watch the shy teen stumble awkwardly out of her panties, almost falling as her foot catches on the waistband. Melina is half Mexican, half Greek, her skin softly tanned, toasted and golden. Her features striking and angular, a bit of spice to an otherwise coy appearance. Dark brown hair swoops down over one side of her face, shoulder-length. She’s tall, lanky, modelesque, tight but squishable ass. I stare at her small breasts as they become exposed. Perky, with large dark areolas. Between her thighs is a shaven little pussy, flushed pink skin, tiny labia just barely peeking out, everything tight and diminutive. I lick my lips and swallow thirstily.
The Announcer continues speaking as we all undress, going over minor rules and details of the game — how and when we’re permitted to move, how I’m required to use my remote whenever a player would normally use their voice, how a three-second countdown sound will initiate the start of each call-and-response every round. But it’s hard to focus on rules when I’m so thoroughly distracted by all the womanly wonders being unwrapped across the room from me.
Mrs. Mandal scrambles to catch up with the rest of us, getting back to her feet and whipping off all her classy clothing. I marvel at the sight of the strong woman of authority reduced to a cowering frenzy, hurrying to get naked before she can be subjected to more shock treatment. Aadya’s hair flows in lush black spirals. Her face is beautiful, even with so little makeup. Light chocolate South Asian skin. A bigger frame, tall and a bit plump all over. Her fat tits flop out, sagging under their own substantial weight. Near-black nipples stare at me from across the cafeteria. Her juicy ass jiggles as she peels her pants and underwear down over it. Her vagina is much more lewd than the fresh 18-year-olds beside her. Bushy black pubes everywhere, meaty black labia hanging down the center. I feel myself stiffen, knowing I’m peering at things I shouldn’t be.
So far, I get a strange feeling of déjà vu with each of these women. But if I’ve played games with them on this island before, I can’t remember much. Every time I eat food back in my room, I get extremely groggy afterward. They’re probably drugging us with something that makes us forget. As frightening as that is, I don’t know if I really mind it. It makes every game feel fresh. A brand new experience, brand new women to explore.
But with the last girl on the end, I get no such feeling of familiarity. I think I’m seeing this one strip naked for the first time.
Female 4, Madison Halpern. Unlike the other girls here, I never knew Madison really. I’d only seen her in passing here and there. She was a true Catholic girl, sang in the choir in church, seemed to always wear modest clothing like full-length skirts and sundresses even when out of uniform. I always thought she was very pretty, especially the way she smiled with her bright blue eyes, her dimpled cheeks and perfect teeth always lit up in such genuine joy. But she was always hiding in the background, downplaying her appearance unlike the popular girls who tried to look slutty and stand out, so I never thought much of her. Until now, until seeing her forced to bare herself before me.
She trembles, her fingers slipping and fumbling, her pretty lips quivering, her nose sniffling as she sobs with humiliation. Madison has natural pure blonde hair, perfectly straight and boring, yet pristine and attractive, ending just past the shoulders. Her skin is very fair and flawless, creamy and milky. Though technically average in height, she’s a slight and dainty thing, thin, lacking curves. I don’t even notice my hand begin stroking my hardening cock, too engrossed in the sight of a girl I barely know revealing her most intimate spots against her will. Madison’s tits are tiny, coming to a perky conical point with delicate pale-pink nipples. Her body looks squishy and feminine despite its lack of curves. And though she keeps trying to cover up, I catch glimpses of her cute little cunt. It takes me a second to realize she’s not clean-shaven, her pubes so blonde and wispy. She trims herself, but only haphazardly, clearly unused to showing this place to others or putting any thought into its appearance. Yet she’s so naturally pure all over. Angelic, youthful, fairy-like. God it’s crazy how little I ever noticed this girl back in real life. She was hiding such beauty from the world. A piece of meat this delicious is meant to be enjoyed.