The Prefect, Parts 41-43
Part 41
Elise stumbled backwards a few steps.
Just like she wasn’t prepared for the intensity of the kiss she and Anna shared, she also hadn’t been quite ready for it to end. Especially not in the way it did, with the unexpected loss of warmth followed by her own boobs being used to push her right back out of the common room.
For a few long moments, Elise completely forgot about the fact that she was naked in the wing of the academy she was supposed to have authority over. She was too busy wrestling with the new wave of sexual confusion. An hour ago, the proper blonde was definitely NOT into girls. Now? At her core, she still considered herself straight, but reflexively kissing Anna back told a different story.
However, now wasn’t exactly the time to sort out how much was her body being used against her vs. if there was actually a hint of curiosity that had been sparked by Kaitlyn’s humiliating games.
Taking the same pose as before, Elise threw one arm over her bare chest and the other over her embarrassingly damp crotch. Under normal circumstances, she would have been able to clean herself up after pleasuring herself in the comfort and privacy of her own room. Not so much when Kaitlyn had stepped in so soon after Elise’s climax.
Elise stepped forward. This time, she couldn’t bring herself to remove her arm from her breasts to knock on the door again. The fire from before had faded in the wake of her make-out session with Anna, followed by being stuck in the exact same problematic position as before. Were the girls ever going to let her in? It was easy for Elise’s imagination to run away from her. She could already picture Maya opening the door and slapping her boobs, or Kaitlyn greeting her with a smirk and any number of awful things. And then being ejected from the suite after getting Elise’s hopes up by opening the door. Again and again.
On top of what she had initially stolen, now Kaitlyn was also in possession of Elise’s phone as well as her underwear and one of her uniforms. But all those things were in the redhead’s private room, and it would be enough of a battle simply to get through the locked door before her. How had she been so stupid? She was a prefect, and yet had somehow been talked into stripping down and . . . a lot more after that. All by younger girls.
Elise nervously glanced left and right, trying to figure out where to go while mentally dealing with the crushing disbelief that she was about to willingly leave completely empty handed after everything she had gone through. Buck naked. And freezing, with the cool floor beneath her bare feet and the not particularly heated corridor in contrast to how warm the private dorms were. Wrapping her arms a little more tightly around herself, Elise darted into the nearby stairwell.
What to do? She glanced up and down, trying to figure out which way was best. Listening for voices echoing off the stone walls or stone steps, or from upper or lower floors. Nothing. For now. Backing into the corner off to her right, and squeaking when her bare rear bumped against the icy wall behind her, Elise struggled to make a choice. It probably wasn’t that cold, but everything was heightened when she didn’t have a shred of clothing on.
Going down to the main floor was the most efficient way to get back to her wing that was quite literally all the way across the building. Going up, however, would offer more privacy before the dinner rush began. The top floor meant fewer girls running into her on the way down the stairs, but it also meant distancing herself from the safety of her own room. Elise gasped at something she hadn’t even considered yet. “Oh my God,” she whispered. If she had a free hand, she would have clasped it over her mouth. How was she going to get into her own four girl suite without her KEY? Like everything else she owned, her lanyard was back in Kaitlyn’s room.
But there was no going back. She needed a real plan, one that didn’t involve relying on her red haired tormentor. Luckily, prefects like Elise stayed in the same building as the first-years. At the same time, streaking in any sense was beyond daunting for a more conservative girl like her. Although she was grateful she wouldn’t have to be naked in the snow that she normally appreciated so much, there was still the matter of being noticeably unclothed in an area without many hiding spots. All the suites and private dorms were locked, and the stairwells and hallways were about as bare as she was. Maybe a study room? No one would be there at dinner time, but getting to the closest one undetected was a huge risk.
Then again, it was better than knocking on someone’s door and getting more girls involved in this horrible mess. Maybe Kaitlyn had been speaking truthfully about keeping all this quiet, maybe not. Either way, there was one certainty when it came to an all girls’ school, or girls in general for that matter–each additional person that knew a secret was an exponential risk to said secret getting out. If there was a way to avoid risking yet another girl or group of girls finding out about this, that was the option Elise would choose.
Lowest risk? Fifth floor, and pray that the first study room she found was currently unoccupied.
Taking a deep breath, and wincing at the lingering sensitivity from the nipple clamps and boob slaps as she shifted her arm against her chest to brace herself for what stairs did to breasts that weren’t supported well, Elise quietly padded to the steps that would lead her upstairs.
Inclining her ear for one last cautious listen, she began the ascent.
Part 42
Elise was caught between the desire to move quickly while things seemed quiet and the impulse to stay slow in case she needed to turn around and run back down the stairs at the slightest sound of someone coming her way from the floor above. Leaning towards the former, she made the naked climb while practically holding her breath the entire time; both to keep herself from making a single noise, and also so she could keep an ear out.
She reached the landing at the top, grateful that any girls on their way to dinner had gone early and/or had taken the stairs at the opposite end of the building. Nervously swallowing, Elise peeked her head around the corner.
There was a girl halfway down the hall, and a muffled squeak formed in the back of Elise’s throat as she retreated back into the stairwell. Was that- was that another prefect? The dirty blonde hair looked vaguely familiar from the fleeting look Elise had been able to get, but the academy uniforms made all the girls match so much that seeing someone from afar often led to it being someone else at second glance. Still . . .
If it was Melanie, like Elise suspected, that would be good news. Better to be found by a fellow prefect than one of the first-year girls that lived in this wing. Plus, what would a study room get her aside from shelter until most of the students were at dinner? Elise would still be fully naked, and there were plenty of girls who scarfed down a light meal to get back to homework or social activities. Would there ever be a good time to streak across campus, aside from waiting until after curfew? And even then, she’d have to knock on her suite door and deal with all of her prefect roommates opening the door for her nude self.
Risking another glance around the corner, Elise was relieved for a moment to see the girl facing away from her and farther down the hall. Except if it was Melanie, and Melanie was walking away . . . Throwing caution to the wind, Elise called out, “Mel!” Even in the quiet of the otherwise empty upstairs hallway, her voice was far more quiet and meek than she expected. “Melanie!” she exclaimed, more assertively than before.
The dirty blonde girl turned around. It was indeed the girl Elise thought, rather than a random first-year. Finally, a lucky break. After a short beat, Melanie replied, “Elise?”
“Yes!” she said. This was going to be mortifying, but Elise was slowly coming to grips that there was no way out of her situation without somebody catching her in her current state. A single prefect was better than all of her suitemates, and certainly ideal compared to any more of the younger girls seeing her unclothed. “Can you- Umm, I . . . ” Only Elise’s head was sticking out of the stairwell, and she was curious whether or not Melanie had glimpsed the fact that her shoulders were bare. “Please, I need some help. Like, over here.”
“Umm, okay?” Though she seemed confused towards the request, she came back down the hall to join Elise at the top of the stairs. As Melanie rounded the corner, her eyes went wide. “Jesus, Elise!” Her eyes were naturally drawn to all the bareness below Elise’s neck for a moment, before she averted her gaze. “What- where are your clothes?!”
“Shh!” Elise blushed as the words echoed down the stone stairwell. “Study room,” she managed to get out after that, clutched her private areas with her arms. Speaking a lot more quietly in the hopes that her fellow prefect would follow suit, she said, “Where’s the nearest study room, Mel?”
“Fuck if I know,” Melanie replied. Under the circumstances, she didn’t seem to care about the lack of etiquette prefects were supposed to have in public. Shrugging off her blazer and offering it to the naked girl, she explained what Elise already knew, “Somewhere on this floor.”
Each hall had at least one study room where girls could go when their bedroom or suite wasn’t a productive space to work, but not every floor was identical. For the time being, Elise was just happy for something to wear. Taking away her hand from her crotch for a split second, she grabbed the blazer and turned away from Melanie. Racing to put the outfit piece on, she slowed just enough to not tear the borrowed layer in her haste. Unlike Anna, Melanie was slightly taller and slightly more endowed than Elise. The Edgewood blazer easily covered Elise’s top half, of course, and also partially covered her backside. Not all the way, unfortunately, but it was way better than the true nudity she had been faced with just seconds ago.
“Thank you,” Elise sighed. She was still in a pretty bad state of undress, but now it wouldn’t be noticeable from across a building. That, and she could cover more with her hands. Doing as much, she returned her hand to protect her most private area and used the other to hold the blazer together to fully keep her top half clothed, Elise turned back around and belatedly realized she had been showing Melanie her bare ass for most of the process. Unlike Kaitlyn and company, however, Melanie didn’t seem to be staring. “Study room?” Elise repeated. It still seemed like the best place to take a breath and regroup without as much risk of being seen by anybody else.
“Sure. And then I have a million questions.”
Obviously. But Elise didn’t care. She finally had a chance of getting back to her room without being further humiliated. Melanie led the way, and Elise followed while still being vigilant and ready to spring back to the stairs at the drop of a hat.
Just a little bit farther, and she’d be safe. Temporarily.
Clutching Melanie’s blazer tightly to herself, Elise let out another small sigh of relief when she saw the familiar windows of a study room.
Part 43
Elise released a much heavier sigh when she was finally in the safety of the study room. Or, more accurately, the study room within the study room. The area was designed so multiple students could use the rooms for small group meetings without distracting others nearby. Basically the opposite of the common rooms, which offered no such privacy. The dividing wall was mostly windows, which didn’t help Elise, though the second door comforted her nonetheless.
“Okay,” Melanie said. She sat in one of the chairs opposite of Elise. “Spill.”
And Elise did. She kept her legs tightly together as she settled in the seat, using one hand to continuously cover her bare womanhood while using the other hand to keep Melania’s blazer over as much of her upper half as possible. Clearly Melanie wasn’t going to let this go until she had some answers, and Elise kind of wanted to vent about all the things she had to bite her lip about earlier. It was a tricky balance, however, as verbally reliving the recent ordeal was a daunting task.
Elise started the story all the way back on the bridge outside, making plenty of edits and omissions along the way. Like how she chose to go to Kaitlyn’s room because it was after office hours and Elise couldn’t call on someone to help, even though it had actually been 4 PM when she had been summoned. But Elise had stupidly wanted to prove herself, rather than running to the administration to fix a problem that she thought she was able to handle on her own.
After that, things got a little blurry. There had been so many tasks, and tasks within tasks. Wanting to paint Kaitlyn in a negative light, Elise glossed over a lot of the smaller things that added up to the point where it felt like she had to keep going in the name of not doing everything else for nothing. Kaitlyn made her strip down, and kiss girls, and go out into the common room naked. Then the horrible first-year subjected Elise to boob slaps, and rounded the whole thing out with a public show of having the blonde finger herself to climax. And, of course, concluded by shoving her out of the common room.
Elise left out a lot. The clamps, for starters. The mortifying detail that she had been reluctantly and confusingly turned on for a lot of the public part of it. She was still convinced that her body was both betraying her and being used against her, but it was impossible to not take at least a sliver of blame for herself. And, most importantly, Elise didn’t name Anna at all throughout the story. The petite brunette was still impossible to read; half the time she seemed shy and nervous when it came to Kaitlyn’s directives, but then Anna seemed to take a bit of pleasure from things despite her outward innocence. Either way, Melanie didn’t need to hear about the focus Kaitlyn put on the specific girl.
Melanie was a good listener. She didn’t interrupt with questions or requests for clarifications. If anything, the dirty blonde was too quiet at times, as Elise blushed and stumbled her way through the humiliating story. When they had caught up to the present, Melanie sat up and looked Elise over. Her eyes had been appropriately up so far, unlike Kaitlyn and company, although apparently the lower nudity was finally too much to ignore. “Spread your legs, Elise,” she bluntly said.
“W-what?” Elise stammered. No. God, no. Not Melanie, too.
“Relax,” Melanie chuckled, “I’m not into all that. You’ve just always been so uptight, Elise. It’s fun to see this adventurous side of you. Streaking through the halls? Letting a bunch of first-years boss you around? It sounds like you secretly have a kinky side. Or, at least, a submissive one. Are you sure you didn’t want Kaitlyn to have your backpack?”
“Melanie, please. That’s not what it’s like. At all. I told you, Kaitlyn-”
“Elise. Spread your legs. Right now.”
Elise obeyed. Despite being free of Kaitlyn and the trials from one floor below, the mostly naked blonde hadn’t broken free of all the recent conditioning quite yet. Even though it wasn’t a dominant redhead giving the orders, a stern tone was all it took for Elise to do as she was told. Looking at Melanie with both fear and shame, Elise slowly spread her legs and even took her hand away with the assumption that revealing herself was a necessary part of the task at hand. “Melanie . . . ”
“Chest, too,” Melanie said, “Open the blazer.”
Once again, Elise felt compelled to obey. With trembling hands, she took both halves of the borrowed uniform piece and pulled it open to fully reveal her bare breasts.
“One last thing.” Melanie’s voice was gentle in its bossiness, yet just assertive enough to keep control. She was a prefect, after all, and still maintained an air of authority that Elise had herself a few hours ago. Not at the moment, however. “Smile. Then I’ll help you, okay?”
Elise complied as best as she was able. She pursed her lips into a soft, shy smile. It was the best she could manage amidst the unexpected turn of events. Another girl, taking advantage of how vulnerable she was.
Melanie’s phone seemed to appear out of nowhere. Trained right on Elise, it was clear she was taking pictures. Unlike the phones that had been wielded downstairs, there was no shutter sound to audibly show what was happening, but it was obvious nonetheless. “MELANIE.” Far more quickly than she had revealed herself, Elise slammed her legs back together and crossed her arms over her chest instead of taking the time to do it with the blazer. “Don’t!”
“It’s fine, Elise.” Melanie set her phone down, then gave the horrified blonde a warm smile. “I’m not Kaitlyn. I just want to see you break out of your shell; that’s all.”
Elise didn’t know what to say. All she knew was that another girl now had nudes of her.