Dare Me
by neverdoubted 

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 14)

Over the years, Rooster had developed a very effective method of treating wool lice. Attention to detail, meticulous records, and strict oversight were key to preventing a relapse. Upon his return, he walked his nude assistants through his assembly line vision.

He intended to establish two zones on the site. Since the Old Armory building was ground zero for the outbreak, it was and would remain a "dirty" zone until he could treat it properly with sterilizing fog like he used for his sheep pens and barns. Hanna would be responsible for shepherding the girls through their stations within the building, making sure they performed the necessary cleansing steps before moving on.

He stressed the importance of maintaining control over the herd and making sure the sheep - or rather, the girls - only went where they were allowed. Instead of fences and gates, they would have to use latching doors and locks to keep everyone moving in the right direction.

Believe it or not, the armory grounds actually had a delousing station! Little more than a small shack, it sat up on the hill near the barrack. It had been built to sanitize soldiers coming back from overseas but hadn't been used in decades. Only after visiting that final station would the treatment be considered complete, and the girls be permitted into the "clean" zone.

"I like to shear my sheep first to make applying the powder easier and treat the wool separately," he explained, "a freshly sheared lamb is usually more docile, too. I've never sheared a girl's privies before, though. Oh well, I'm sure I can figure it out along the way."

Of the three sevies, Alice had the most pubic hair. Upon hearing Rooster's plan to shave her pussy bald, her eyes went wide. Suddenly, she had very strong opinions on this treatment plan. And when he reached into his pack and pulled out a shaving kit, complete with razor, she backed away, shaking her head, and stammering in protest.

Fortunately for everyone involved, Lucy jumped in and offered to take over "shearing" duties. Having had plenty of experience around both a straight razor and a girl's "privies", she happened to be uniquely qualified for that task and assured both Alice and Rooster that she could handle it. Her own perfectly smooth, hairless mound was living proof of her expertise.

Already stretched too thin, Rooster accepted her offer. He left Lucy behind to prepare the shearing station then went about setting up the rest of the route. Perky Hanna followed him closely, listening intently as he issued instructions and advice for her escort duties. By the time she returned to the assembly hall, she had everything she needed to shepherd her anxious sheep and make sure they completed their treatment.

Rooster had described a technique called "segmenting and imprinting" which he found useful to deal with an unruly or stubborn flock. The itchy, afflicted girls were already aggravated and many of the shy teenagers would resist a request to strip and leave their clothes behind. But split up and kept apart, they could not form a unified opposition.

Hanna employed the first tactic by asking Coach Easterling to help her divide the squad into three smaller groups. Coach Easterling did what made the most sense, assigning the same groups as the teambuilding contest the day before with one captain in each group. Since the sevies were busy helping Rooster with the treatment, each group only had seven girls instead of the original eight. Coach Easterling needed to stay behind to tidy up the assembly hall but promised to eventually join one of the groups. After all, she needed treatment as much as everyone else.

With the herd properly segmented, it was time to move on to imprinting. Hanna brought each group to a different room in the armory. These rooms had been intentionally selected to be far apart. Rooster had said flocks were easier to manage if the sheep in each group couldn't see or hear the other ones. The tasks were relatively mundane at first. One group was instructed to remove all their jewelry and place them in little baggies Rooster had provided. They wrote their names on the baggies for safe return and laid them out on a folding table.

In a different room Hanna had the second group open their suitcases and unpack every pair of shoes they had brought and place them in neat, straight rows. She explained that Rooster would be coming by later to apply a more intense fogging to each room. The girls were also ordered to take off the shoes they were wearing. This was an ominous first step in completely stripping them. But bare feet were a relatively small concern to the nervous, itching cuties.

The third room was like the second. In here Hanna told the girls to dump out their suitcases and grab everything that could not be laundered, like make-up, hairbrushes, and blow dryers, and spread them out on the floor. Then they were told to repack their suitcases with only clothes.

Since that process took a little longer, Hanna returned to the first group, leading them back into the assembly hall to assist Coach Easterling with final evacuation. They hauled all the cots outside and hung them over a fence on the edge of the lawn to soak up the sun's UV rays. The girls took inspiration from their seventh-grade counterpart, working diligently even though they were still itching like crazy.

Hanna used this time to move the shoe group over to the jewelry room. Entering the room, the girls saw the baggies left behind by the previous group. This is why it's called imprinting. Moving sheep into a pen recently evacuated by another group has a calming effect on them. They see the hoof prints in the ground and smell the scent of other sheep and identify the pen as a safe space to linger. Seeing that another group of girls had already been safely processed through this room made the new group feel safe entering and more willing to comply without complaining or arguing.

Hanna repeated this imprinting process, shuffling groups around the facility but making sure none of the groups could ever cross paths or compare notes on their experience so far. Doing so would only drive them into a frenzy. Her own rash, already less severe than the other girls, was nearly gone by that point, and she was able to perform her duties without too much scratching. And her boundless energy served her well as she had to be in constant motion to keep the flocks separated and moving around.

The first group to complete all three rooms was rewarded with a one-way trip to the laundry facility. The seven compliant girls padded barefoot behind Hanna still carrying their blankets - at arm's length, if possible - and pulling their suitcases behind them. It took several turns to reach Alice's domain.

Here, their imprinting would be put to the ultimate test. Would they consent to stripping completely naked and leaving all their clothes behind? How many would balk at the embarrassing command? It turns out, ditzy teenage girls are not all that different from sheep. Having already slipped into a herd mentality, even the shyest cheerleader would ultimately follow the group. At the end of the day, a girl would rather submit herself to embarrassment than risk being left behind. Strength in numbers.

Originally equipped to handle enough uniforms for an entire battery of troops, the laundry facility had several giant washing machines still in operable condition. As designated laundry supervisor, it was Alice's job to show the girls which machine to dump their blankets into. They were happy to finally be rid of those troublesome things.

Next, she announced that every piece of clothing, including the pajamas they were wearing, had to be washed in the special detergent. It must have made her feel a little smug to see that the captain over that first group was none other than Crystal.

Of course, as a captain of the cheerleading team, Crystal was one of the hottest girls in my school. I would give the edge to the other two captains in a pure beauty contest, but Crystal would wipe the floor with Kerri if it came down to personality. I won't deny having concocted my fair share of fantasies involving both of those beautiful blondes up to that point.

At school, Crystal was a tactician when it came to showing off her body just enough to make boys drool but also avoid detention. On pep rally days when the cheerleaders got to wear their uniforms to school, a trail of boys would follow her down the halls just to watch her walk. She knew exactly how far to roll up the waistband of her cheer skirt to make it as short as possible without flashing too much of her bloomers or running afoul of the dress code. Sometimes, a female teacher would warn her to pull her skirt down and she would. But by the next period, her sexy legs all the way up to the lower crease of her bottom would be on display once again.

But there was no need for such shenanigans that morning because Crystal was forced to strip completely naked. Lowering her pajama shorts and panties, she revealed a well-manicured landing strip of blonde hair just above her puckered pussy. Her family lived on a golf course in town and some boys who worked summers as caddies claimed to have scaled a privacy fence and caught the pretty young teenager laying out in her backyard topless with only thong bikini bottoms on. The tiny triangle of pale skin around her puckered pussy as well as the complete lack of any tan line whatsoever on her healthy chest supported their claim.

With a glare, Crystal put her final articles into Alice's waiting hands - a fitting reversal of the previous evening when she had been the one forcing Alice to strip in the movie theater bathroom. She tried to pretend the degradation didn't bother her, keeping her nose in the air and standing stoically. But it's hard to maintain dignity when your bare flesh is mottled with angry, irregular splotches which make you look like some strange, sexy giraffe.

Alice was living proof that things would get better. She only had a couple of splotches left, mostly on the back of her neck where the nits could still hide out in her hair line. That's why the upcoming shower station was so highly anticipated. Scrubbing the powerful chemical directly into their hair would hopefully turn the battle against those tiny pests.

Stripped of their final covering, the flock of naked cheerleaders grew more anxious waiting for Hanna to return and lead them to the showers. The rash continued to agitate them, and many expressed unhappiness about their loss of covering. They began to pepper Alice with questions about the laundering regimen Rooster had prescribed. All they really wanted to know was when they would get their clothes back. But Alice would not give them an answer. Their anxious bleating grew continually louder until Hanna returned and took control of the flock. Growing more confident in her role as the world's cutest naked shepherd girl, she utilized the tactics Rooster had given her on managing unruly sheep.

Speaking calmly in almost a whisper so as not to spook the flock, she said, "we have to follow Rooster's treatment plan. If you don't want to keep going, that's fine by me. You can stay here and help Alice with the laundry. But he gave strict instructions. No one is allowed to leave the dirty zone without completing every station. So, stay here and keep itching if you like, but you will be better off coming with me."

As the girls pondered her words, a self-conscious eighth grader named Gabi Higgiston spoke up. Now that she had nothing left to wear and no real treatment to show for it, she wanted some assurances before she went any further.

"This is crazy. Don't we at least get a gown or something?" she asked, shyly covering as much of her body as she could with only her hands.

The youngest, and only girl, of a large Jamaican family, Gabi's six older brothers treated her like a princess. Like her brothers who had all been track stars in high school, Gabi was blessed with an athletic physique. The track coaches were always trying to recruit her - a smart ploy. With legs like a gazelle and a muscular bottom that stuck out like it had something to prove, Gabi would have made an excellent hurdler. But she was more interested in playing dress-up and shaking pom-poms.

I had known Gabi for years since we were always in the same grade. There weren’t many black girls in my school and only two on the cheer team. We had even been in a couple of classes together last year. That's when her body had really started to change in interesting ways. Raised in a conservative household, she always dressed modestly, keeping her developing assets hidden away under pretty dresses which made it hard to form a complete picture of her figure. I will admit to daydreaming more than once about her mysterious form, trying to picture what her bare body would look like without the hindrance of clothes. And let me tell you, it was every bit as spectacular as you're imagining.

She was covered in flawless, milk chocolate skin from head to toe. Her nails were unpainted, and her ears weren't even pierced. I'm pretty sure her strict, religious parents would not approve of her tarting herself up and mutilating her body like that. Her bottom had always been the greatest mystery. The mere act of standing caused it to flex taut across the beautiful black expanse of her backside. I swear, her booty had muscles that other girls simply do not possess!

If you ever managed to tear your gaze away from Gabi's incredible ass, you would notice her other assets. She had interesting curves all over her young body as well as the cutest pair of matching breasts. The dark curves stood out from her chest almost as much as her taut bottom in back. Each creamy breast was capped with a succulent, dark-chocolate kiss which would have been the perfect size and shape for a lover to latch onto should the opportunity arise.

Having been forced to remove all hair accessories, she couldn't prevent her tight, black curls from dangling down and obscuring her brown, almond-shaped eyes. She had to keep brushing them out of the way much like Hanna kept doing with her red curls.

You may be wondering at this point how I know so many intimate details of a girl who would never, in a million years, take her clothes off in front of me and willingly let me see her naked. Well, I can't tell you yet. I don't want to ruin the surprise!

Knowing it would only lead to another round of questions, Hanna asserted her authority by remaining calm and silent. Gabi's concerns did not warrant an explanation. Instead, she simply turned and walked away down the corridor before the question could grow into a confrontation.

The girls looked to their captain, hoping Crystal would speak up on behalf of the group and put a stop to this embarrassing ordeal. But she offered no better solutions. She was just as helpless and desperate for relief as the rest of them. Eventually, driven forward by their rashes, they all came running down the hall in search of their shepherdess. Once they caught up to Hanna, the obedient flock of adorably naked cheerleaders followed closely behind Hanna, huddled in a tight pack.

Reaching the more familiar confines of the latrine improved everyone's mood considerably. Their nudity did not feel so out of place since everyone had showered there the day before. Rooster had meant for one stall to be used to apply the special shampoo and the other two for regular showering. But everyone was too eager to wait. Exclamations filled the room as the impatient girls piled into all three stalls. In a sexy scene of naked camaraderie that put Nikki's locker room to shame, the bathing beauties jostled for position under the raining spigots and took turns soaping each other's itchy bodies all over and reveling in the relief it brought them.

Seeing she could not stop their sudsy frolic, Hanna threw her hands in the air and left the room. Echoes of sheer delight chased her down the hall as she went to check on another group. When she returned, the girls had all finished their showers. The warm, soapy water had soothed their rash, making them feel much better even though no medicine had been applied yet. Getting some relief from the itching put the girls in a docile and more compliant state, which is exactly what Hanna needed to get them through the rest of their treatment.

The impending shampoo application was a delicate process which required several assistants. Positioning the first three girls in front of the sinks, she opened a five-gallon bucket which contained Rooster's homebrew cure - a milky white substance with the consistency of pudding.

Ladling it over each of their heads, she said, "massage it all over your hair and into your scalp real good. You have to keep it on for at least ten minutes for the medicine to work”. Setting a timer Rooster had given her, she added, “this will tell you when it's safe to rinse out. Keep your eyes and mouth closed the whole time."

Since the girls with the shampoo on couldn't see anything, their teammates had to be on drip patrol. The other girls stood around the three being treated and quickly wiped away any errant blobs which fell onto their bare bodies. After ten minutes, they helped the girls bend over the sinks and rinse it all out.

Hanna had used the time to escort another group to the latrine for their showers. The captain over this group was Kerri, the platinum blonde airhead with the sorority girl body. Now naked, her huge rack made a spectacular debut. She had plump pink nipples and large mountains of breast meat which overshadowed the rest of her gorgeous body. I'm not exaggerating. Her tits were so large and perky that they literally cast a shadow over her hourglass torso! The aggrieved naked bimbo was making a clumsy attempt to intimidate Hanna into returning her clothes.

"My daddy is an actuary, so I know my rights! If you don't give us our clothes back...he'll audit you!" she demanded.

Hanna just rolled her eyes and went about her duties. She was growing more confident in her leadership role by the minute. See also smartly made the second group wait outside in the hallway and only come in a few at a time to avoid another stampede.

Back inside, three new girls stepped into place to receive their shampoo treatment. Hanna worked the ladle then started the timer again before inspecting the first three. She had to make sure they hadn't missed any spots before letting them pass through to the next station.

The first girl to pass the inspection was Crystal. As captain, she had muscled her way to the front of the line when it came time to administer the medicine. The second, Gabi, flashed her pretty smile when Hanna looked her over and gave her a thumbs-up. She was willing to endure a little exposure now that Rooster's treatment appeared to be working. And like the other girls, she grew more docile and compliant the more her rash faded.

The third girl happened to be Cindy, the eighth grader who had first spoken to Lucy at camp. Hanna led the excited trio out a separate door from the latrine. Since no towels had been provided, they had been forced to drip dry. Their bodies were coming along nicely, but their hair still had a ways to go. But each station they completed brought them one step closer to the clean zone. Having come this far, they were motivated to see it through despite their lack of clothes.