All characters in this story are 18+.
Margaret had spent the last few nights putting the final details on the dress. It was an elegant, floor-length, medieval gown with bare shoulders. She tried it on, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked like a Fairy Tale Princess! No, better than that–she looked like a Fairy Queen! No, even better that–she looked simply gorgeous. She felt gorgeous wearing it.
She had plans to go with a medieval recreation group on a camping trip that would last all weekend long. Now, she had the perfect outfit to wear to it. Even though she wouldn’t need to wear it until Friday night, and would be wearing it throughout the weekend, Margaret couldn’t wait to show it off. Friday morning after her shower, Margaret looked at the clothes she had laid out for the day. Then she looked at the beautiful blue gown she had made. She decided to put on the gown and wear that to her classes, as well.
There are few decisions that really affect you for the rest of your life.
For Margaret, choosing to wear the blue gown to classes that day, would turn out to be one of those life-altering decisions.
It really was a beautiful dress.
It really did look amazing on her.
It was almost the perfect balance between modesty and sexiness, with most of her body completely covered, yet her shoulders bare, a hint of cleavage, and her neck on full display.
Unfortunately, her outfit did not include a bodice.
She was in the hallway on the way to her first class when someone brushed against her and accidentally caught the little string that held the top of her dress. A few steps later, she realized the fabric covering her breasts had fallen down.
She was exposed!
Margaret rushed to cover herself and ducked into the ladies’ room. She promptly fixed the dress and double knotted the bow. She looked at herself in the mirror and made a mental note to come up with a more permanent solution before going on the trip this weekend.
Margaret stepped out of the ladies’ room and saw the lewd looks of three guys across the hall. They had clearly seen the incident and were talking about it. She tried to ignore them but flushed with embarrassment. Her face and chest turned bright red, which stood out even more because of the blue of the dress. The three guys laughed.
Margaret rushed into the classroom and immediately felt like she had made a mistake. She wanted to turn around and run home to change. She wanted to turn back time and have worn the normal outfit she had laid out instead.
Every eye in the class turned to look at her. She was just a few minutes late to class, but the professor had already started teaching. Not only had she walked in late, but she had rushed in because of her embarrassment with the three boys in the hallway. She was wearing a beautiful blue gown that was much more suited to a film set than a university classroom. Every eye in the class was watching her turn brighter shades of red.
Then it was over. The professor resumed the lecture. Every eye turned back to him. Margaret focused her attention around the room and located an available seat. Naturally, it was in the front row. No one really enjoyed this class, so the seats filled up from the back to the front. Margaret walked as calmly as she could to the front of the class, turned to her seat, and slung her backpack from her shoulder.
The backpack strap somehow got caught on the small strip of fabric that made the shoulder-less sleeve on her right arm. The weight of the backpack pulled the sleeve down with it; and abruptly, Margaret discovered that she was bent over awkwardly with her tits hanging out.
The professor stopped his lecture. No one said a word.
Margaret closed her eyes. She knew everyone was seeing her. She knew that some of them must have thought she was exposing herself on purpose. She tried to put all of that out of her mind. She fought with her backpack and her gown. She tried desperately to collect herself.
Margaret opened her eyes intent on focusing on the problem and fixing it as quickly as possible. She became aware that she was crying, and those tears were distorting her vision. She pulled harder on the backpack and heard a loud rip. Actually, it was two large rips happening simultaneously.
The backpack had been caught on her desk, which in turn was bolted to the floor. The backpack had ripped open, scattering her books and papers across the floor. Meanwhile, the sleeve of her dress had torn free, bringing a long strip of fabric with it. She could no longer cover her breasts with that gown, even if she tried. She had stopped trying.
Gathering anything she could hold onto; Margaret ran out of the classroom. The classroom was silent; but when she burst into the hallway, she once again heard the laughter of those three guys. Her vision cleared just enough to dash down the hallway and dart back into the ladies’ room.
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Several minutes later, one of her female classmates found Margaret sitting on a toilet and crying. The class had collected Margaret’s books and papers and this classmate had said she would give them to her. Margaret had a small emergency sewing kit in her bag and the two of them did what they could to stitch the dress back together. It was no longer elegant, and Margaret no longer looked gorgeous wearing it; but it held together well enough and didn’t expose anything.
“Why didn’t you wear a bra?” the classmate asked.
“I don’t know,” Margaret responded. She didn’t want to explain that it wouldn’t be period appropriate for the historical style of that dress. She didn’t want to explain that she didn’t own any strapless bras. She didn’t even want to explain why she was wearing that stupid dress in the first place. Margaret just wanted to throw herself in a hole and cry for a week.
“Well, maybe next time,” the classmate told her. The two women walked out of the ladies’ room together, then parted ways.
“It really was a lovely dress,” the classmate said, “I’m going to head back to class.”
Margaret just nodded and walked in the other direction, back towards her dorm room. She felt that at least, something was going right. She had plenty of time to get back before this class period ended and students would be walking around again, so she might make it to her dorm without anyone noticing her. Also, those three guys weren’t hanging out in the hallway anymore.
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Margaret walked through the empty hallways and tried to think happy thoughts. She tried to distract herself from everything that had just happened. She had been through enough for one day. When she left the building and started walking across campus back to her dorm, she was very focused on those happy thoughts. She was too distracted to notice those three guys hanging outside smoking cigarettes. She was too distracted when they tossed their cigarettes aside and started following her. She was even too distracted when one of them peeled off from the other two and started jogging his way across campus a slightly different way.
She wasn’t too distracted when she was walking through “the tunnel” and saw the guy walking towards her. She even recognized him as one of the three guys that had been laughing at her in the hallway. He clearly recognized her as well, based on the shit eating grin across his face. She tucked her head down and decided to just ignore him as they walked past each other.
“The tunnel” was an underground pedestrian walkway that went under the major highway that separated the old part of campus (where the dorms, cafeteria, and admin buildings were located) from the new part of campus (where the stadium and class buildings were located.) Some of the freshmen jokingly called it, “the rape tunnel”; but as far as anyone knew, no one had actually been raped there. It was too public. Anyone could come walking by at any time. It felt dangerous but wasn’t really dangerous. There was almost always someone walking through the tunnel.
For example, Margaret heard the footsteps of at least two other people walking behind her. Nothing was going to happen, she thought. She didn’t think she was in any real danger. Just keep her head down and keep moving.
Suddenly, the guy stepped in front of her. She turned to look behind her, hoping to call for help to the other people in the tunnel. Then she recognized them as the two other guys. She didn’t even have time to realize her mistake before one guy had grabbed her elbows and was pulling her arms behind her back. On the other side, a different guy was reaching forward with both hands, grasping the fabric of her dress, and pulling it down with all his strength. The pins that held the dress tore free. Once again, her chest was on full display, but this time her arms were being held behind her and her chest was being pushed out towards two of her attackers.
“Relax,” said the liquid smooth voice of the guy behind her. “Nothing is going to happen. My friends and I just want to get a better look at your beautiful dress.”
Margaret struggled against her attackers but held back out of fear. She was afraid if she tried to hurt them, they might hurt her. If she struggled too much, they might escalate the situation. She didn’t think she could handle even one of them in a real fight–and there were three! Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from struggling. She had to do something.
“I’ll scream,” she cried out softly, “Let me go, or I’ll scream!”
The three guys just ignored her threat. One grabbed her dress by the waist and pulled it down sharply. It tore and then fell to the ground. The second groped her exposed breasts with both hands. She looked closely at him, consciously memorizing the details of his face. The third continued speaking to her in that liquid smooth voice, but she wasn’t listening to anything he said. She was consciously taking mental notes on everything she knew about her attackers.
“I’m going to be raped,” she thought to herself. “Remember every detail so I can report them accurately later.”
“And that’s it,” the liquid smooth voice said, as the other two attackers stepped back from her. He even let go of her arms and stepped away from her, as well.
“Just leave the dress,” he said, “and you are free to go on your way.”
Margaret didn’t understand, but she didn’t hesitate. She left behind her fancy heels and her tattered dress and ran for her life. The three guys laughed again as she did. All she had on was a lacy white thong and her backpack. She considered dropping the backpack, knowing that it was slowing her down, but she didn’t hear anything to indicate those guys were chasing her.
She didn’t stop running until she reached the door to her dorm room.
Once safely inside, she closed the door and threw the deadbolt.