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תלמידה בקולג' מאבדת את כל הבגדים שלה במהלך סיור במוזיאון, ונקשרת עם קולר ורצועה. 

 

זה הפרק השלישי בסדרה שאני רושם (יש 10 פרקים מתוכננים).

אנני היא תלמידה אמריקאית בקולג' הבינלאומי של מדינת בולרס. יש לה נטייה להיכנס למצבים בדסמים בפומבי ומבלי כוונה.

היא גרה עם השותפה שלה הצרפתייה , ג'ולס. סטודנטית לקולנוע. 

 

לא חייבים לקרוא את הפרקים הקודמים כדי להבין את העלילה, וכל פרק הוא (כמעט) סיפור בפני עצמו. יש כאן רק מונח אחד ששווה להכיר:

 

S.E.D. - Silence Enforcer Device - מכשיר חינוכי המבטיח שקט במהלך שיעור (בייסקלי בולגאג) :)

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Annie and Jules stood together in the queue for the bus. Today was the first day of the two-day field trip they had. Today they were visiting a museum. Annie packed a small luggage, with some clothes and things for the shower.

As each student was marked ‘check’ on showing up, they handed their luggage to the bus driver to be placed in the trunk. When Annie approached the bus door, the bus driver smirked. “Miss Jackson, you seem very clothed today.”

“Bite me.”

“Is that the way to treat the knight in shining armor who carried you home that day?”

‘That day’ refers to Annie's last ordeal. After losing her skirt and panties, and having the entire school spank her, she went home on the bus like any other day, but by the time school was over her ass was so red she couldn’t sit down at the bus. And she was forced to stand up bottomless in the middle of the aisle for everyone to watch, including the driver, who should’ve been looking at the road.

“If you think your disgusting bus is some sort of white horse, you must be on more drugs than I thought.”

He laughed. “Tell you what. Flash me those perky tits of yours and when we’ll come back, I’ll give you a special ride, straight to your house.”

“Eww,” was all that Annie said.

Tamar Levi, Annie’s illustration teacher, interrupted them, “Annie, stop harassing the driver and get in, I don’t want to be late.”

“Sorry Miss Levi,” Annie said.

“Tamar,” The teacher said, reminding Annie of her preference to be called by her first name.

Annie smiled and gave the bus driver her luggage, and he smiled taking it. Out of the three Miss Levi was the only one with a genuine smile, with hints of wrinkles forming around her crystal blue eyes and thin lips. Not that Miss Levi was old, she was still in her 30’s, she simply was a happy person, who smiled a lot. 

***

Walking around the museum was an absolute joy. The artworks in this museum were plenty, diverse, and relatable. None of those modern paintings, which were just a strip of blue on a white canvas, and cost thousands of dollars. The school hired a guide to give the tour and provide explanations. His passionate approach and Miss Levi’s insightful comments caused even the more cynical students, those who didn’t view museum art as worthwhile, to linger on a piece for more than a few moments at a time.

While the class half circled a painting, with the guide in the middle explaining the composition of the characters, Annie felt the need to pee. She asked the guide for directions to the bathroom and was told to go down the aisle and look for a sign.

The sign was hard to miss. It spelled “Bathroom” with broken TV screens, computers, keyboards, and all kinds of tech that were probably recovered in a scrap yard. Annie opened the door next to the sign. It led to an empty hallway. She looked around trying to find more bathroom signs. But she found none. Annie started walking, opening all the doors she came across.

The first door she saw was locked, and so was the second. She passed a few more doors and a few more turns, but she couldn’t find the bathroom. And the more she walked the more a feeling of entering a forbidden place increased, like going backstage in a show she wasn’t on. After ten minutes of searching and with a growing need to relieve herself she reached a turn where she told herself that if she didn’t see any sign after it, she’d go back.

But right when she took the turn, she crashed into something and hit her head. She heard metal falling on the ground, making an awful, loud sound. Annie was in pain. She reached her hands up instinctively to protect herself from whatever shower of objects was raining down on her right now. When she finally opened her eyes all she could see was red. Panic got hold of her.

Is… is that blood?

Her heart raced, and with shaky hands she tried to feel for a wound in her head.

“What are you doing here?” someone yelled.

Annie jumped, scared to death. She looked up to where the voice came from. Her eyes took a minute to adjust. But then saw an old man standing on an 8 feet tall platform, holding a brush with a red tip. She looked around herself. She saw a ladder right in front of her. And a can of red paint spilled on the floor. She looked at herself and saw the red paint covering all her clothes.

“Young lady, are you all right? You took a little hit there. I hope it’s nothing serious.” the old man sounded worried now, almost caring.

“Hmm yeh, I’m fine. I think. Just a little startled. That’s all.” Annie calmed down. Her head still hurt, and she was still a bit shocked.

“Good. But you still haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here?”

“I got lost, I guess. I was looking for the bathroom and I followed that weird tech sign here.”

The old man’s expression changed like he was offended.  “Young lady! Border Kalley’s work on modern technology might look like a bathroom sign, but it is most certainly not one.”

“Oh, wait so, that was an artwork? It’s kind of misleading you know. I didn’t get it.”

“Someone of your generation not understanding that piece. Ha, now that’s what I call irony.” he chuckled at his joke.

“I didn’t get that either.”

“Of course you didn’t my dear.” Annie wasn’t sure if to be offended by his last remark. But before she could ask for clarification the old man continued. “In any case, you made a bit of a mess there. I’ll call for someone to clean it. There is an employee bathroom down this hall, you can use it to clean yourself up.”

“Wow really? Thank you, sir, it’s very nice of you.”

***

Annie stood alone in the bathroom, looking in the mirror she saw that her hair, face, and clothes were all red. She lightly touched the bruise on her head, to check if it was swollen.

“Ouch.”

And to make matters worse she noticed that she had peed herself. Back when she got hurt and startled.

“Damn it.”

Annie stripped naked. If anyone would come in, it would be a woman. And while it would be strange, Annie told herself it wouldn’t be different from any public women's shower.  She placed her shirt, skirt, and knee-high socks in a sink under running water. She threw her dirty panties into the trash; she had no use for them anymore. And her bra, which was the only piece of clothing she had that wasn’t covered in paint, she hung on a stall door. Annie spent fifteen minutes washing her hair. Then she tried to clean as much as she could from her face and body, using damp and dry paper towels. She was dripping all over the place, and the sense of the cheap paper on her skin was irritating. But she kept going, taking extra time to reach her back. And a good amount of time on her legs, using soap there to clean any trace of pee. After she was convinced that any red on her body was only the result of hard scrubbing and not paint, she turned to check on her clothes.

She started with her shoes. She cleaned the drops of red paint and spent some time on the soles as well, removing as much paint as she could. She figured she could take her time since she needed that time to dry off after the improvised sink shower. And while she wouldn’t admit it, the feeling of the cold air on her naked body was nice, and she didn’t mind staying like that for a while.

Once she had finished with the shoes she checked the sink with her clothes.

“Oh, fudge!” She yelled, “I’m such an idiot! How could I forget?”

She pulled out her school shirt from the sink. The red paint was off, and so was the shirt’s opaqueness. She forgot that when wet, the school’s white shirts turned extremely transparent. She placed her hand underneath it, and she could see her hand through two layers of fabric. She panicked. She tried to squeeze all the water out and dry the shirt under the hand dryer. But with no luck. It was soaking wet. The skirt was in a better shape. It didn’t turn see-through, but it soaked much more water. She rolled and twisted the skirt, removing what water she could. She did the same for the socks.

Except for her bra, all of Annie’s clothes were wet. She knew it would take them a long time to dry off completely. She looked down at her naked body. it still had a shine of wetness. She moved her hands across her body. squeezing her tits and pussy in frustration every time she passed them.

Not again. Why does this keep happening to me? I’m stuck naked again. Should I just put on the wet clothes and go back to class? Should I wait? No… if I’ll show up with messed up clothing I’ll be spanked. If I’ll return in two, or three hours after my clothes dried off, I’ll be punished as well. maybe I’ll go back like this. I mean the whole class had already seen every part of me. Just not all the parts at the same time. It’s technically legal and the school apparently won’t punish me for that. And if I’m honest, I don’t mind being naked… It’s… kind of nice.

A sharp thought penetrated her mind.

Stop it! You are not going naked. You have spare clothes in your luggage, you idiot.

Annie calmed. She had a plan. She’ll go to the bus and get the spare clothes she had there. Meanwhile, she would leave some of her clothes here to dry off. Besides she can't be wet when she puts on the new shirt because then it will turn transparent as well. Annie placed her shirt under the wall-mounted hand drier. Using her sock, she jammed the ‘ON’ button to remain pressed. The loud noise of the hot air drier filled the room. Annie tried putting her shoe on without a sock, but it was too painful. And putting just one shoe on one side was too uncomfortable. So, Annie decided to leave her shoes and single sock under the stream of hot air as well.

Annie put on her dry bra and wet skirt. She made her way back to the old man and asked him for directions to the bus parking lot. Luckily for her, not only there is a way there that didn’t go through the museum itself, but the old man was so caught up in his work he didn’t even bother to look in Annie’s direction, saving her some humiliation.

***

It was a pleasant day outside. The door the old man pointed at led right to the back parking lot. Annie looked around and was pleased not to see a single person. She wanted to spring but being barefoot meant she felt every small rock on the round. And it hurt like hell. Annie walked slowly then; toward the line of buses she saw from afar. She found the bus parking in line with other buses. She couldn’t believe her luck to make it all the way here without being seen by a single person. Of course, it will all have to change when the bus driver sees her. She looked around the bus hoping to meet the driver. But she didn’t. And then it occurred to her that she didn’t really think of the possibility that he wouldn’t be here. She tried knocking on the bus door, hoping he was inside, taking a nap. She knocked as hard as she could.

If he’s not here maybe I’ll break the glass and open the trunk myself.

But the driver was there. He came to the door looking somewhat dizzy like he did just wake up from a nap. He came to his senses fast when he saw who was waiting outside. A huge smile was stuck on his face when he opened the door.

“Don’t!” Annie quickly remarked while pointing a finger at him as a sign of warning.

“I don’t want to hear any comments. All I need is for you to open the trunk and I’ll get my luggage. Ok?” Annie tried to keep a serious look on her face while she talked, to show she was not in the mood for funny business. And despite the list of witty remarks the bus driver had in mind, “ok.”  was his sole response walking down the steps.

Annie was surprised by this response.

Maybe the serious look has something in it. She thought.

“But I don’t work for free.”

And maybe not.

“Just open the trunk, I’ll get the luggage out and back. It’s hardly work on your behalf.”

“Fine, suit yourself. You can go back to the museum dressed like this. It’s not my problem.”

Annie stared at him. Trying to measure whether his serious. He turned to go up the steps, so Annie stopped him. She gave in and asked him for his price.

“Show me your tits. Don’t get me wrong, your ass and pussy were very nice, but I have always been a boobs kind of guy, you know?” Annie blushed at the way he talked about her private parts so easily. Annie stared at him again, trying to test him. “Well, I ain’t got all day. And so do you, I guess. When I see your tits, the trunk is yours.”

With a groan of defeat and anger, she raised her bra above her breasts.

“Happy?” she asked.

He lingered for a few moments, before using his remote key to open the trunk. Annie let go of her bra and went to find herself some clothes. But as soon as she got close to the trunk it closed again.

“Hay! What the fudge man?” Annie demanded to know. “We had a deal you pig!”

“Well, yes, we had a deal. ‘When I see your tits, the trunk is yours.’ I don’t see your tits, so the trunk isn’t yours. Quite clever don’t you think?” The bus driver was smirking an even wider grin than before.

Annie didn’t see any point in arguing. He already saw her tits (and every other part of her body). This time she pulled her bra down, and yank each of her breasts out. it wasn’t very comfortable but this way her hands were free to work. And considering recent events, there is no way she would voluntarily take her bra off.

Annie worked hard and fast to get the luggage out. But her bra kept riding back up. When it did so, the driver immediately closed the trunk. He laughed each time.

Asshole.

The third time it happened Annie was in the trunk itself.

“Hey!” Annie banged on the doors from inside.

“Sorry babe. I don’t make the rules.”

“Open the door!” Annie felt claustrophobic in the dark and panic took hold.

“I don’t see your boobs.”

He’s going to leave me here to die.

“Please open the door. I promise I won’t cover my boobs again.”

Annie waited a moment in the dark, not sure if he heard her. Then the trunk popped open. And Annie had already unclasped her bra and handed it to the driver.

“I’ll hold on to it.”

All Annie had on now was her skirt, wet and commando style.

She regained her strength and kept working.  She stopped a couple of times to rest and pulled her skirt down after it rode up as she worked. All the while the driver was watching from the side, admiring the look.

Finally, after taking out all the luggage, with sweat covering her body, panting, she asked, “I don’t get it. Where is my luggage? I’ve looked through all of them twice. And mine isn’t here.”

The bus driver looked baffled too. Narrowing his eyes like he was trying to remember something. “Oh right… I never put your stuff in the trunk. Ha! How funny!”

“Funny?! Funny?! How is this funny? Why didn’t you put my luggage here!?” Annie was furious. She didn’t care her tits were out, she just wanted to punch him.

“Well, you were talking shit about me and my bus earlier. I wasn’t gonna do shit for you,” he said in an apologetic tone. Like a child who knew he did something wrong.

“Are you insane? All my clothes were there, what am I supposed to wear now? Tell me!”

“I didn’t think you’d care much. The janitor told me you are some kind of nudist, that you didn’t like wearing clothes. And… look even now, you still have your tits out, and you are not even wearing panties.”

Annie looked down and saw her skirt rode up so high her pussy was showing.

“I’m not a nudist!” She decisively pulled her skirt back down.

“Give it back.” Annie motioned to the bra in his hand.

“Put the luggage back first.”

“You know what? Fuck you.” Annie said and went back without her bra.

“Hey! You didn’t put the shit back! We had a deal.”

***

 

Once inside Annie took long breaths to calm herself down. She considered the consequences of what just happened. Not having her luggage meant she would have to go commando for the next two days. She didn’t have a bra either but maybe that can be fixed. Right now, she was standing in the empty hallway, with nothing but a skirt.

I hope my shirt has dried out by now.

Annie made her way back to the bathroom. It was a challenge to find them. But when she began to recognize specific milestones, telling her she was getting close, she began to smell smoke. It grew stronger as she approached the bathroom.

“Shit!” Annie bolted to the bathroom. Inside she saw her clothes burning. She opened the tap and tried to put water on the fire with her hands, cupping them to get as much water as possible. But it was too little. Then she awkwardly tried to direct the running water onto the marble where her clothes were burning, but that too didn’t help. She couldn’t get the water to the fire.

I need to get the fire to the water.

She left all the taps running and then she tried to push the bundle of burning clothes to the sink. But it was too hot. It wasn’t a small fire. She had to do something quick. She looked around hoping to find a broomstick or something she could grab and use as protection. She couldn’t find any. She hurriedly took her skirt off. It was wet and there was enough of it to wrap around her arm. She slid the pile of clothes in one swift motion into the nearest sink. But it wasn’t all the clothes. Her sock was still jammed inside the ON button.

“Crap.”

She tried to loosen it free, but it was jammed hard, and the melting plastic fused with the sock and made it even harder to detach. The heat began to hurt. Her skirt began to catch on fire as well. Every time it did so Annie ran to the sink to put it out and reorder the skirt so her palm would have cover. She was down to the little fabric left on her skirt. She knew it was now or never. She thrusted her hand violently to the ON button, grabbed as much matter as she could, and yanked it out. it worked. She placed the burning mess in an available sink, sock, plastic, and skirt. There was no more fire.

The smell of smoke and burnt plastic stung her nose. She panted.

I almost died.

She inspected herself. Making sure the adrenaline hadn’t masked any injuries. She turned around and used the mirror. All she saw was her perfect, yet sweaty, naked self.

she stood still. The sound of water dripping on the floor after the fabric had clogged the sink woke her up. She shut off all the taps and inspected the clothes. There was nothing left. Even her skirt didn’t survive. She was utterly and completely naked.

Annie had no time to consider her options. The smell of smoke spread, and she heard people outside searching for the source. They were getting close. Annie ran to the door. She peeked outside and saw a group of people walking away from the door. Now is her chance. She ran to the opposite side with no plan in mind.

“Hey!” she heard coming from behind her.

Shit, they spotted me.

Annie just kept running. Maybe she can lose them. Maybe she’ll stumble across a magical pile of clothes she could borrow too. She ran fast.  She tried to open random doors for a place to hide. They were all locked. She kept running. She didn’t hear anyone behind her but that didn’t matter. Her mind was in autopilot mode. She saw a large door in front of her.

There. The exit. I’ll run back to the bus and steal someone else’s clothes.

Annie ran and burst through the door.

“Annie!” her teacher yelled. The whole class stared at the odd sight. “Where on earth have you been? You have been gone for almost an hour! We were worried sick about you.”

“I… I..” Annie’s brain froze. She now stood in front of her class, and some curious visitors, completely naked.

“Told you she was off doing some of her kinky stuff,” one of the boys remarked.

“Hash you!” The teacher scolded him and quickly resumed the matter at hand. She signaled Annie to approach her, and Annie complied. She came closer to the class while covering her breasts with one hand and her pussy with another.

“Tamar please I can explain. I…”

“I’m really, really, not interested in what you have to say. Leaving the group like that, all by yourself. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is?” Her voice had a genuine concern for Annie. And a complete lack of interest in her state of dress. With a sigh of disappointment, Miss Levi pulled a blue handbook from her bag.

Oh God no.

“Now I’ll admit I had issues with this country's strange education practices. But you left me no choice. And besides I heard the treatment you got so far was very effective. In terms of bad language.”

Quoting from the book, Miss Levi said, “During out-of-school activities, students that are prone to get lost, either by mistake or intent, i.e. run away, must wear the Keep Close device. In the case of a lost student reunited with the group, he or she must wear the KC immediately. Regardless of previous behavior.”

Miss Levi looked through her bag again. She took out what looked like a first aid kit, but it was labeled “mobile disciplinary kit”. She opened it up and took out a KC device. A black leather collar and a leash.

“Here, put this on,” she handed her the collar. Annie didn’t take it. Doing so would mean removing one hand from her private parts. Putting it on would mean removing both.

“I can’t…” Annie said, about to cry.

The teacher looked at her, sympathetically.

Maybe if I cry, she’ll let it go. Come on eyes! Tear up!

“Oh, I know you must be scared”

Yes!

“But look, it’s made of strong materials. There is no way it will snap, and you’ll get lost again.”

With a cracking sound, she snapped the leash a couple of times as a testimony of its toughness.

“I won’t let you out of my sight,” she reassured her.

Are you kidding me!? Does the leash being torn look like it worries me? You can’t think of anything else that might bother me?

Annie gave up on making Miss Levi aware of her embarrassment. She looked around at all the people staring at her. Annie mustered her courage and took the black collar with both hands. She tinkered with it until she found out how to open it. She did it slowly, hoping it would calm her down, and signal to the others it was not that big of a deal for her. That it didn’t faze her, being completely nude in front of them. That they had no power over her. But with her body now on full display the chatter and giggles around her increased. More and more people gathered around to see the naked student. She was not as brave as she had hoped. She hurried to put the collar on and tighten it, quickly covering herself again.

Miss Levi checked the collar. Displeased with being able to shove two fingers between the collar and Annie’s neck, she tightened it more, until there wasn’t room for even one small finger. It made Annie feel like a child who needed assistance with a simple task.

Miss Levi then attached the leash and secured the connection with a lock. She then secured the collar itself with a lock. Tugging twice at the leash as a check, the teacher was pleased with her work.

Miss Levi opened the handbook again and continued where she had stopped “Educational note: in order to increase collaboration between students, as well as the feeling of mutual caring and friendship, it is recommended that one of the students will be in charge of the KC device.”

She closed the book and looked at the class. “Anyone willing to help Annie? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.” every boy in the class raised his hand. As well as some mean-looking girls, Jules among them.

“Timmy! Excellent, thank you for being such a good friend.”

He took the leash and pulled Annie close. He placed one hand over her shoulders and squeezed her even closer to him. “Sure thing ma’am. Anything for Annie.”  He smiled with joy. Miss Levi let out a little “Aww” sound, touched by his kind words. The tour guide, worried about the time left, tried to regain control of the class.

“Alright you guys, glad we found the missing student. But there are a lot more works of art for us to see. Follow me please.”

The class continued its tour, moving from one piece of art to another. All the while Annie was covering herself. Timmy's tugging caused her to instinctively grab onto the leash and expose herself. So she tried to stay close to Timmy as much as possible, But then he would shorten the leash and tug again. Since he kept his hand down, Annie had to bend a bit to alleviate the tugs and pulls. It made her feel like she was putting her ass on display. And there was an audience. The group of students grew bigger. Random visitors decided to join the group and have an up-close look at the naked teen.

I can’t believe this is actually happening! I feel so exposed, and horny? Why the fuck am I horny? Oh god, I really want just to rub my clit. Well, my hand is already down there… No! Bad girl! There are people in here. God how the hell did I get myself to another public humiliation?!

The class made it to the modern photography exhibit and the guide let the class roam around alone and inspect the pieces themselves. Annie, Timmy, and Jules looked at a piece together.

“I don’t get it, sorry,” Timmy said. “Photography is such a lame form of art.”

“You are an imbecile,” Jules said, offended. Her French accent was very prominent.

“It’s just snapshotting life with a piece of tech. The engineers who built the camera should get most of the credit. Where is the intent? Where is the creativity?”

Jules's face got red “What do you mean no creativity? It’s all about creativity. How to capture the right moment in time. The right photo can tell the story of an entire war, in a single frame.”

“Whatever, it’s just a picture of a building Frenchy,” he said and motioned with the hand holding the leash. Tugging Annie.

“Hey!” Annie protested. “Watch it, Timmy.”

“Here look at petite Annie,” Jules pointed at her.

“I wouldn’t call her petite,” Timmy said and moved the leash violently from side to side, causing Annie’s tits to jiggle, despite her attempts to contain them. He laughed but Jules ignored him.

“So beautiful, so out of place. Like a modern Greek goddess. If I had my camera here, I could take ten pictures of her right now, and all of them would be better than your doodles.”

“I don’t doodle,” Timmy said. “I create manga. Not that you idiot would know what it is. Am I right Annie?”

Annie was ready to enter the conversation “Amm ahh, I don’t know what manga is, but I agree with Timmy.” She said, slightly bent trying to ease the tension in the leash and looking up at the two.

“You are?” both Jules and Timmy asked at the same time.

“Yes, I never really understood photography. But I like movies though.” Her last remark came as an attempt to appease Jules.

Jules perked her lips to the side, giving her a mouse-like look. “Americans” was all she said as she left.

“Yeh, we are!” Timmy shouted back vulgarly. “And we stick together right Annie?” he said and pulled her close. placing a hand on her ass.

***

It was lunchtime. Each student got a factory-made sandwich. Annie asked Timmy to grab a sandwich for her, but he raised one hand holding the leash and another holding his food to indicate he had no way of holding hers. reluctant to let go of her private parts she bent to grub one using her mouth, giving all the people behind her a good view of her ass. Timmy went to sit on a wall bench next to some other classmates. There was no sit left on the bench, and Annie could tell he did that on purpose. But she didn’t mind. She rather kneel on the floor than sit on a chair. This way she could hide her private bottom parts and free up one hand for eating.

Timmy tried to pull Annie to sit and kneel right in front of him, right next to his legs. Which he had opened wide as to make room for Annie’s food, like a small table next to his cock.

“Pfft,” Annie muttered. She sat at the side of the bench, in a corner, facing the wall. She tried to be at a perfect 45-degree angle to the corner to get optimal coverage from all sides. While kneeling she kept her knees as close as possible, the upper part of her feet flat on the ground, toes pointing back. Her ass rested on her feet. It was far from comfortable, but it was the most modest form of sitting she could manage, with her pussy tucked from view.

Annie freed one hand, the one that covered her crouched so far and began tearing the plastic wrap. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was. With all the running and luggage moving she burnt a decent amount of energy. As she ate, she became acutely aware of the collar around her neck. It was tight to begin with. But now with every bite and swallow she felt it resisting her neck. Timmy’s constant tugging hadn’t helped either.

By the time lunchtime was over, Annie had finished only half of her sandwich.

“Let’s go baby,” said Timmy.

“I’m not done.”

He tugged the leash.

“Timmy, just leave me alone.” She said and took a bite of her sandwich.

“Aww, sorry, can’t do that. Your stupid ass might get lost again.” he laughed.

Timmy pulled the leash hard, tilting her back and forcing her up on her feet. Annie rose awkwardly and without balance. She began to walk backward, chasing her center of mass. her hand flying in all directions trying to find something to hold on to. Timmy panicked and dropped the leash, causing it to get entangled between Annie’s legs. She fell and tipped over a vase that was decorating the rest area.

The loud crashing noise brought both Miss Levi and a security guard quickly.

They found Annie, lying on the floor, still naked. Shards of blue and white ceramics were all around her, and a half-eaten sandwich in her mouth.

“What is going on here!?” The guard yelled.

Annie spat the sandwich out, “Fucking Timmy! He tripped me!”

“Did not!”

“Did to! You asshole!” Annie was trying to get up.

“Tamar look, she’s cursing again!”

Annie tried to leap forward, wanting to choke him. Not caring anymore

The security guard grabbed her instead. She yelled and the security guy cuffed her, with her hands behind her back.

“Hey!” Annie yelled.

The teacher was also scared, “Wha… What are you doing? She’s just a kid, no need to arrest her.”

“Ma’am this isn’t an arrest. Just museum policy against people who damage the artworks. We’ll be taking her to see the curator. He would decide if to press charges.”

The guard grabbed Annie below the armpit and walked her away.

“You’re hurting me!” Annie yelled, just drawing more attention to herself, except now she had no way to cover.

***

At the curator’s office stood two guards, the completely nude Annie, her hands tied behind her back, and with the KC device held loosely in Miss Levi's hands. Who seemed to be more ashamed than Annie. Annie was surprised to learn the old man she saw restoring a painting before was the curator.

“Young lady, it seems you had quite an adventure since we last met,” he chuckled. “The boys here tell me you broke the vase in the rest area.”

“I hope it wasn't too valuable,” said Miss Levi, trying to make light of the situation. “I’m sure it was just an accident. Right Annie?” she tugged on the leash and Annie nodded.

“If it was of no value, we wouldn’t have shown it in our museum. So a fine will need to be paid. But you are correct that it wasn’t too valuable. Otherwise, we wouldn’t put it in the rest area. A small fine of 5,000 dollars and a letter of apology to the artist should suffice.”

Annie gulped. “5,000 dollars?! This is what you call a small fine?”

“Relatively speaking, yes.”

“I can’t,“ Annie said simply. Her head down, humiliated.

Fucking Timmy. I’ll kill him.

“Isn’t there anyway else she can repay the loss?” Miss Levi asked. “She might be a bit light-headed at times, but she has a good heart and is a hard worker. Right Annie?” she tugged the leash again.

“Yes sir, I’ll do anything.”

The curator thought it over. “I… have an idea,” he said finally.

“Are any of you ladies familiar with the work, `Helena & El Pescador` by Marco Evaristti?”

Both Annie and her teacher shook their heads.

“It’s quite a famous piece. The artist wanted to see how cruel or moral people are by placing goldfish in blenders and giving the audience an option to turn the blenders on. However, a new radical artist claims this piece was flawed, for two reasons. The first is only giving the people an option to do evil, without an option to do good. The second flaw was to use goldfish as if people would care for them as much as they care for people.”

Annie found this line of thought reasonable.

“This young promising artist has some great ideas for fixing these flaws. And he wants to debut this exhibition in our museum, today! But…” the curator sounded troubled. “The model canceled at the last moment. This was supposed to be a big win for our little museum. But now the artist is threatening to walk out, and bringing a last-minute call for this job will be extremely costly.” He paused.

“If I can call him right now and tell him we found a model, this will mean a lot for us.”

“I’ll do it,” Annie said, not seeing many options, but mainly because the idea of getting some clothes for a modeling gig seemed very appealing at that moment.

As soon as she said that, the old man picked up his desk phone gleefully.

“Hello… yes... We found you a model…”

While the curator talked to the artist on the phone, Miss Levi looked through her bag and took out an S.E.D. device. Annie watched with disappointment.

“I’m sorry Annie, but you cursed. It’s not allowed.”

“Come on Miss Levi, Timmy Had it coming. Please don’t. I hate wearing it. It hurts and makes me drool.”

“Come here,” Miss Levi said softly as she pulled the leash firmly until Annie came standing right in front of her, ass facing the teacher. Miss Levi reached her hand above and passed Annie’s shoulder and then, much to Annie’s surprise, placed one firm hand on her collared throat, pushing her back.

“Here bent down a bit sweety.” The teacher said. While maintaining the hard grip on Annie’s throat, she used her other hand, the one holding the S.E.D., to push Annie’s lower back, encouraging her to arch her back and bring her head lower and closer to the teacher’s shoulder. With her hands tied behind her back Annie leaned her weight on her teacher, and the chokehold was the only thing keeping her balanced.

“Just a minute,” the teacher said and skillfully pulled out a wet napkin from her bag which she used to clean the small remains of the sandwich from Annie’s face.

“Miss Levy…”

“Tamar.” She corrected. “Open up.” The teacher said as she brought the S.E.D. to Annie’s mouth.

While the Teacher placed the large red ball inside Annie’s mouth, the curator intervened, his palm blocking the phone's microphone.

“Miss Teacher, thank you for your help but this will not be necessary. We will gag her ourselves.”

***

“I really loved that last section, really makes you think, doesn’t it?” Mark said. His girlfriend Eve agreed.

“What’s that over there?” She asked.

There was a large crowd of people looking at something, reacting to it, gasping and laughing.  There was also a large queue near that crowd.

Mark and Eve made their way to the start of the line where they saw her.

A girl, naked except for a solid latex hood covering her face completely. Her hands were tied above her head, and her legs were tied and spread apart. A small missile, attach to the ground from its tail, had its tip stuck in the girl’s pussy. She was jolting and moaning, her body covered with sweat.

“What. The. Fuck?” Eve said.

Mark pointed her attention to the info sign, which read:

“Before you, a test.

A person, whose name you do not know, whose face you cannot see. Who cannot plead, who cannot beg,

Who… are you? A Sadist, a Voyeur, or a Moralist?

Next to you are two buttons: One for good, and one for evil.

one will cause the missile to vibrate and bring pleasure.

The other will bring pain by electrocution.

You could spend your precious time standing in line and bring joy, or harm, to a complete stranger. Or you could simply stay here and watch.”

Mark and Eve saw how the girl would jump and whimper every time someone would press the evil button. And how she’d melt and moan every time someone would press the good button.

“How long has she been here?” Mark asked.

“I’ve been here for 20 minutes now,” someone next to them said, “but from what I gathered she’s here for almost two hours.”

“Two hours?!” Mark and Eve said simultaneously.

“Yeah, and there are at least three more hours until the museum closes.”

The girl seems exhausted, covered in sweat, her pussy was dripping all over.

“Do you want to go stand in line?” Mark suggested.

Eve looked down on the bulge in Mark’s pants, “Oh yeh, I’m going to fry this bitch!”