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Hello readers, I’m sorry this one took me so long, but I have a good idea of what I want to do with the next few parts, so hopefully they’ll come quicker.
This chapter continues directly from the first, I’d recommend reading that to begin.
I welcome any feedback.
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An unsettling silence fell over the clearing once Adrienne and Petra were gone. Still trapped in the mud, far out of reach of dry land, Faith was left to take stock of the totally degraded state in which they had left her. The thick, sticky mud coated every inch of her body, from the weight of her saturated ponytail to the squelching suction of it clinging to her submerged legs. Not to mention the fact that she was totally naked from the waist up. The only silver lining was that the mess mostly concealed the fact that she was topless. Still, having so much skin exposed multiplied both Faith’s vulnerability and the clammy sensation of the mess.
She couldn’t even do much to clean herself at that moment. When she tried wiping her face, it only served to smear on more of the mud, with even her hands being caked quite thickly in it. The feeling of filth crawled over her body, coating her like a second skin. She spat in an attempt to rid herself of the taste of the gooey clay on her lips, to no avail.
God, this is so fucking disgusting.
Faith shuddered, thinking about how embarrassing this all was, reduced to a mud-covered mess, helplessly trapped, and gross beyond belief. That would have been bad enough by itself even if the two worst girls she knew hadn’t come along to exponentially multiply her humiliation.
The ease with which Adrienne had manipulated her was immensely frustrating. Faith was especially ashamed that she had gotten so caught up in playing with her breasts that she failed to notice Petra taking the second video. She should have known better, her arousal often built up quite quickly when she touched herself. Not that she tended to engage in self pleasure all that often, but even so, she had noticed the trend.
She had always hoped that if she hooked up with some cute guy from school, he would find it sexy that a shy girl like her had a bit of a wild libido. Of course, she never imagined that Adrienne and Petra would be the first to uncover that particular quirk of her anatomy.
It had been quite unexpected for her arousal to come on so eagerly despite the humiliating, stressful circumstances. If she had been ready for it, perhaps she could have cooled herself down by focusing on the gruesome, unsavory sensation of her total mud-coating rather than the wild waves of pleasure from her nipples. She feared she may have to try out that strategy if she didn’t find a way out of this soon.
The knowledge that Adrienne and Petra now had the power to broadcast her current state to everyone they knew gnawed at Faith. They’d even try to make it seem like she had done all this to herself due to some sexual perversion. How could she face her classmates, her friends, or anyone she knew, if they thought of her like that? Her life would be in ruins.
And worse, her tormenters were planning to leverage all that to force Faith into some other fucked up situations which she didn’t even want to imagine. The looming threat of it all added an even heavier layer of dread to the already disgusting situation.
After Faith had a few minutes to stew in her degradation, the sound of hurried footsteps approached from the trail, crunching over fallen leaves and twigs. Faith barely had the energy to react before Eliza emerged into the clearing, her small frame wrapped up in an oversized hoodie. Clearly, she had rushed over, her thick glasses sat slightly askew and her frizzy dirty-blonde hair had become even wilder than usual. But it was her expression, wide-eyed and mouth slightly agape, that made Faith’s stomach twist.
“Faith?” Eliza’s voice was hesitant, as if she couldn’t quite believe that the unrecognizable mess she was looking at could really be her. Her gaze darted over Faith’s mud-soaked body, her saturated hair, the substantial layer of slimy gunk clinging to her skin. She ran closer, her brow knit in concern. “I saw Adrienne and Petra leaving the woods, I had to duck off the trail to hide from them. Did they see you?”
With shame swelling in her chest, Faith looked away, unable to meet Eliza’s gaze. Recounting what had happened, how she’d been tricked, filmed, and humiliated, felt almost unbearable. She took a moment to collect herself.
“I was trying to hide from them under the mud,” she finally muttered, “but I was running out of air and I didn’t know if they were watching…”
“Oh shit.”
With her voice unsteady in a mix of embarrassment and frustration, Faith went on, “I came up to the surface and they were still standing there. They started filming me, and Adrienne accused me of masturbating–“
Eliza’s jaw dropped in shock. “What? She actually said that?”
Faith nodded as she took a deep breath, bursa escortlar trying to steady her nerves. “I’m pretty sure she was just saying it to fuck with me, but with my top ripped off I can only imagine what it looked like out of context.”
“Your top?” Eliza questioned as she looked up, noticing the ripped sports bra dangling from the branch above Faith, “How did that happen?”
“It got snagged in the fall. I was just in here topless the whole time they were filming me,” Faith whined, “Petra got it all on video and Adrienne started trying to blackmail me with it. I was panicking and I didn’t know what to do…”
“Oh god, you didn’t go along with it did you?”
Faith dropped her gaze, still ashamed of how easily Adrienne had played her.
That was all the response Eliza needed. “What did she make you do?” she asked.
“She wanted me to admit to having some Muddy Mary fetish thing. And she said I had to play with my nipples to make it look like I was enjoying myself.” She left out that it had led to some rather intense pleasure on her part.
“What the FUCK?” Eliza sounded furious.
“She was threatening to post the video. I panicked and I didn’t know what else to do but I was so distracted that Petra got that on video too.” Faith groaned. “And from the way Adrienne was talking, it sounds like they’re gonna try to force me to do more shit like that.”
Eliza’s expression shifted from shock to anger, “We have to do something. She can’t do this to you!”
Faith appreciated her friend’s passion, but while they were talking, Eliza seemed to have forgotten she was still stuck in the mud. Faith had no desire to remain covered in mess for any longer than she had to. “Believe me, I’d love to figure out how to get back at her, but can you help me get out of here first? This is still so fucking gross.”
“Oh shit. Yeah, sorry.” Eliza said as she dropped the backpack and started to unwind the rope. She held on to one end and tossed the other to Faith. “Grab on tight.”
As another reminder of how exposed she had been, Faith had to move her arm that she had been using to cover her naked, muddy breasts to grab onto the rope. Eliza kindly declined to make a fuss about her friend’s toplessness and started straining to pull Faith to the riverbank. But despite the new leverage, the mud kept its suction-like grip on Faith’s lower body. The pull of it was an incredibly strange sensation as Faith began to inch forward. She could feel the heavy muck weighing down her lower half and resisting the pull of the rope. Even with all their effort, Faith could feel she was doing more to pull Eliza towards her than Eliza was to pull her out. As if in proof, with their last tug Eliza slipped and almost fell into the mud, but she caught herself on the top of the riverbank at the last second, just above the mire. It seemed they were hardly making progress this way. Both girls paused for a breather.
As she gathered herself, Faith had an idea, “Wrap it around the tree and hold it there. That way I can pull myself and you won’t be at risk of falling in.”
“Alright.” Eliza nodded. She was smaller than Faith and much less athletic. They both knew who was the stronger of the two of them.
Once Eliza wound the rope a few times around the Party Tree she stood aside, just holding it in place. Faith wrapped her end of the rope around her hands and pulled as hard as she could. She strained as she fought against the mud’s grip. Finally, with a huge heave, she was able to dislodge her legs from under the surface and drag them behind her as she continued to pull. In the process, she could feel one of her shoes nearly being pulled off and had to scrunch up her toes to keep it from slipping from her foot. Thankfully, she was able to hold onto it as she pulled herself across the pit. She neared the edge and slid herself out of the mud and onto the dry bank.
She laid there, fighting to catch her breath. It was a moment before she realized that her mud-covered breasts were still out. She slapped her arm back over them, cringing as the movement caused them to bounce. Even though Eliza was her best friend, Faith had never been exposed to such a degree in her presence. Still, this was easier to cope with than having her worst enemies catch her in such a state.
Now that she was freed, Faith became even more aware of the mess clinging to every part of her body. The combined mass of the layer that clung to her from every angle was quite heavy, providing a constant reminder that she was entirely coated head to toe. It was a totally alien sensation that sent another shiver down Faith’s spine.
Eliza grabbed some towels from her backpack and brought them over to Faith where she was laying. “Are you ok?” Eliza asked.
Faith nodded, as she took a towel. She began to use it to finally wipe her mud-covered face. “Yeah, just… embarrassed and angry. It was so stupid of me. I can’t believe I let them trick me like that, twice.”
“It’s not your fault, bursa escort it was a fucked-up situation. I don’t know what I would’ve done.” Eliza said, watching as Faith began wiping at the mud on her arms and face. The towel quickly grew filthy and heavy with the muck.
Faith sighed, her movements slow and tired. “I just feel so gross. And what worries me the most is that I have no idea what kind of shit Adrienne is gonna pull next. She’s always been a bitch, but this is insane.”
Eliza gave a worried nod, “We need to report her to the police or something. Blackmailing you like this must be illegal. We’ll have her thrown in prison.”
“That’s the least of what she’s got coming to her, but…they set it up specifically to make it look like they were catching me in the mud, like I was into it. The cops might think I really was masturbating.”
I practically was with how stupidly horny the nipple play made me.
There was no telling what anyone who saw that might think of her. But she couldn’t bring herself to tell even Eliza about that particular detail. She went on, “And even if they do believe me, it might make Adrienne think she has nothing to lose by posting the videos.”
“That would be stupid, it’d just get her in more trouble.” Eliza mused. “But you may be right. That would be just like her, she’s a vindictive bitch.”
“I can’t risk any chance of anyone else seeing this. It would ruin my life.” Faith could barely stomach even imagining the potential fallout. Their town was small enough that those videos could easily disseminate to everyone she knew, from Adrienne’s popular crew, who would surely eat it up, to every boy she had any bit of interest in, and god only knows what they would think. There was no way she could let that happen
Eliza nodded solemnly, “Then before we report them, we have to make sure we have undeniable proof. Then they’ll be sure to take Adrienne and Petra in right away and seize their phones and computers.”
“That’s tough though, they have all the evidence right now. And I don’t even know how much Petra recorded. Depending on what they caught, it might just make me look… crazy.” Faith said, once again avoiding the topic of her arousal. Both the physical and mental exhaustion of her misadventure were now catching up with her, making it all the more difficult to solve her predicament at that moment. But as she looked at Eliza she could tell her friend was thinking things through.
After a moment of contemplation, Eliza made a suggestion, “Ok, when Adrienne tries to blackmail you, secretly record her. You’ll just have to play along with it until you get evidence we can use against her.”
“God no, I can’t give her the satisfaction.” Faith replied as her mind flashed with the image of Adrienne’s gloating smirk.
“If you don’t listen to her, she has no reason not to post the videos. If you convince her she’s won, maybe she’ll let her guard down.”
“But you have no idea how humiliating it was already to have her lording this over me.” Faith grumbled, gesturing generally to the mud. It still coated her whole body, in spite of her efforts to clean up.
“Maybe not in this situation, but she and I have had our fair share run-ins.” Eliza reminded her, “She’s taken things too far this time. She’ll be in real trouble for once if we can just prove it.”
“I guess you’re right,” Faith admitted, begrudgingly. “It just feels so risky when they hold all the cards.”
“All the more reason to find a way out of this. But knowing Adrienne, I’d bet she’ll keep the videos to herself if she’s convinced that she can use them to control you. She knows she would lose that leverage if she posted them everywhere.” Eliza pointed out, “Besides, anything you decide to do is gonna be risky, but this way is the best chance to stop her.”
“Ok…” Faith paused, looking at Eliza with a hint of doubt. “So what do you suggest? Just set up a recording and try to bait her into saying something incriminating?”
“Exactly. That bitch never shuts up. Just make sure she threatens you and mentions the videos. If you get that on tape, the cops will have to act on it. We’ll probably even be able to catch her before she can make you do anything else.”
“It’s probably worth a shot.” Faith admitted.
As they talked, she had been scrubbing at her coating of mud, but she quickly realized it was a losing battle. It was like trying to scrape peanut butter off of a butter knife. With the towels, she was at least able to wipe off the majority of the inches-thick layer so she didn’t quite feel like the muddy blob she had been when Adrienne had found her, however, a thinner glaze remained caked to her skin and wasn’t coming off. The whole process was further complicated by her attempts to maintain her modesty by keeping one of the towels over her breasts. It would have been easier to remain topless as she cleaned, but even being as close as she was with Eliza, Faith was unwilling to leave her chest on display. Given how slow her progress was going, frustration and embarrassment flooded her mind all over again.
“I can’t get all this off with just the towels,” she groaned, her voice tinged with defeat. “I think I need to take a shower to actually get clean.”
Eliza eyed her up and down, looking worried. “Are you ok to leave like this?”
Faith could tell from Eliza’s expression that she must’ve still looked ridiculous, but there wasn’t much she could do about that at that moment. “My sweatshirt is over there, it’s still clean. If I put it on, at least I’ll have a top and maybe I’ll look sort of normal from a distance. I can pull the hood up and we’ll try to avoid anyone on the trails. I just need to get out of here.”
The two girls began gathering their belongings. Faith found her phone where Adrienne had tossed it earlier and saw that it was thankfully not broken. She wiped some dirt off it as she continued to help Eliza clean up the towels she had soiled. When they had finished gathering those, they looked out at Faith’s sports bra, still hanging from the branch over the mud. Faith was in no state to climb up to get it at the moment.
“We’ll have to leave it,” she said, feeling another wave of embarrassment. The bra would probably remain hanging there for some time, lasting evidence of her humiliation. And bound to cause unwanted speculation about its origin, should anyone else discover it.
Faith crossed the clearing to her sweatshirt and slipped it on over the towel she had been covering herself with. She tried to handle the sweatshirt carefully to keep the outside clean but with the amount of mud that was still stuck to her, the inside of the garment would be smeared no matter what. As she pulled up the hood she could feel it sticking to the mud on her skin and hair. At least it felt good not to be so exposed, it was the first time she could stop worrying about her tits being out since she fell from the tree.
Thankful to be fully clothed again, Faith joined Eliza as they quickly and quietly started to make their way back up the trail and out of the woods. Luckily, they didn’t run into anyone on the way and were able to get to Eliza’s car without further incident.
Eliza hurriedly covered her passenger seat with all the clean towels she had before she let Faith into her car. Eliza was always precious with the vehicle even though it was a nearly twenty year old, cheap, used model that had seen better days. Still, Eliza was the only member of their friend group with her own transportation, so Faith and their other friends always respected her car rules. She got in and perched gingerly on the towels, trying her best not to touch anything. The need to do so only underscored how filthy she remained.
As they drove, Faith kept her head down to avoid being spotted by anyone outside the car. The trip didn’t take very long. Faith’s home wasn’t far from the woods, which was why she had picked the area for her runs.
They were relieved to find the house empty. The rest of Faith’s family had gone out for the day, giving her an opportunity to clean herself up without having to explain her current state. She had no desire to tell her parents what had happened.
Inside, Eliza set to cleaning the towels and Faith went straight into the bathroom. As she looked in the mirror and fully saw herself for the first time, her sense of disgust only grew. Her usually thick, bright red hair now hung limply, masked by the dull brown color from the mud that still saturated it. Despite having scraped off most of the mud, every bit of her skin that had been exposed was still covered in a thin layer of it. Her bright blue eyes poking out from under the dull muck that coated face were all that remained untouched.
Intending to get in the shower right away, she peeled off her ruined clothing. With her leggings and panties were off, there was a stark contrast between her torso and her legs which had been shielded from the mud. The entire top half of her body was totally covered, while the soft, pale skin below her waist remained clean.
Her body had become a great source of confidence since she had gotten in shape. She knew how attractive she was, even if she remained too shy to really use her sexuality. She had been telling herself she would start seriously trying to date now that school was winding down. The summer before college had seemed like the perfect time to have a fling, or perhaps something more. She could probably have any boy at school too, as long as they didn’t place too much stock in social status.
However, given her current state, she found it nearly impossible to conjure that confident mindset.
I’m just ruined.
It was as if Adrienne had made a mockery of everything that Faith had been using to build herself up. She knew there were boys that probably would kill to see her breasts. (Not that she tended to show them off, but whenever she wore a top that was even slightly tight, she had caught many guys staring, and had even noticed a few girls taking a peek.) But now, seeing her ‘tits all glazed in mud,’ as Adrienne had said, only brought up the memory of how she had been made to play with them and the pleasure that had arisen from it distressingly quickly.
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