Marie stood, scared, at the school gates, clad only in arm and leg warmers on top of high-heeled sandals. She'd agreed on a dare to go naked today, as excited 14 year olds are prone to doing, but now that the time came she was having second thoughts.

As long as she was clinging onto the gate column, nobody would touch her: she was still on school grounds, where all sex and snuff adjacent activity was strictly illegal. Nobody outside the school, anyway: then there was the jeering group of classmates standing a while inside, filming her and calling out taunts. If she chickened out at this point, literally the entire school would know. Of course, most of them wouldn't care: refusing to go naked was the REASONABLE thing to do. But she would definitely lose the respect of her classmates, and… dammit, Marie did have SOME pride, which is what got her into this dare in the first place.

Marie sighed and stepped out into the street. She hoped she wouldn't attract much attention, but… well, she wasn't JUST naked, which she was now sort of regretting, though not really. She could after all just stop and strip those off, but… no. That was an integral part of the dare for her.

When the rule first appeared, clothes ANYWHERE counted as being dressed. But then confusion arose between bracelets and ribbons tied deliberately to not be naked, and for a while now the rule was that only clothing between the top of the chest and the bottom of the crotch counted. Crotchless panties were clothing, as they did have a line of fabric there; a sufficiently short cowl didn't.

Marie's choice of outfit was highlighting this difference, calling it out, bringing it to the attention of anyone who looked at her - something that Marie herself always thought of whenever her thoughts were on this, and something she did find honestly erotic.

That… didn't mean she wanted to go naked herself… but if she did, damn if she wouldn't wear THE provocative clothing she associated with it.

Thick golden fabric accentuated her dark skin and harmonized with golden dyed streaks in her kinky hair, gathered into a bouncing curly ball on the top of her head, as well as with her short but fully painted nails. Marie liked attracting attention… on most days…

So deep was she inside her head, she stumbled and nearly fell as someone passed too closely by. She only didn't because the stranger caught her; she looked up and was met with a smiling young face, topped with a messy short cut of blonde hair and framed by a dark grey trenchcoat with a scarf. It was still early spring, and pretty cold to go the way Marie did - that was part of the point of the warmers, too.

"Hello, beautiful miss," the somewhat anachronistically man smiled and made a motion as if to doff a hat - a hat he was not actually wearing. It was still charming, and Marie caught her own balance and relaxed somewhat.

Somewhat. She WAS naked, and the crowd of her classmates was still watching from the school gates: she'd barely made it 20 meters, if that.

"Hello," she squeaked in a voice much higher than her usual.

The stranger smiled.

"Would you come with me, o beautiful lady? There is a gathering nearby, and I would hate to arrive without a partner…" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Marie gave a resigned nod. Whatever this was, she was committed now to going through with it. She knew at least one person with a phone out and recording would follow her to see how she acted, and even if not, she DID have her pride.

The gathering turned out to be at a public pool just down the street. It was unheated, and at this time of the year usually covered with an automated plastic cover; but right now the cover was only on half of it.

It gave Marie heebie-jeebies. She had the feeling she knew exactly what that was for, and was proven right a minute later.

"Welcome, one and all, to our long-expected drowning event!" a cheerful voice announced. Through the crowd Marie couldn't see the speaker, though her significantly taller partner probably could. Not that it mattered. The guy was still holding onto her hand, after all.

"The rules are as follows: every spectator must contribute at least one drowner, no matter who, and everyone else must leave before the event commences!"

Ohhh yeah. Marie knew exactly what she was here for.

She could just… tear away her hand, run away. Hell, she could just reach into her bag and tie on a belt, she could do that one-handed.

But she'd committed, dammit; oh how she was regretting that dare now.

Not that… there wasn't anything hot about the situation. This was a drowning, not some plebeian beheading, it promised a long and painful… experience. If Marie had to rank ways to die, drowning wouldn't be in the *last* place. It perhaps wouldn't even… not be… in her top ten.

She just wasn't planning on dying today, is all. Fuck.

She walked alongside her savior and killer towards the front when their turn came, and obediently sat on the pool rim, legs dangling into shockingly cold water - not that she cared. If anything, the discomfort was something to focus on to distract herself from deep, deep regrets of all her life choices.

She missed most of what anyone else said; but there was a whistle, and people on her left and right jumped down into the water; she did too.

Marie was a good swimmer; on reflex, she immediately swam forward and down, then opened her eyes despite the immediate stinging from chlorinated water and looked up. The cover was moving slowly - if she chose, there was still time to dash to the open end and climb out. Someone did just that as she watched and didn't. Choices had been made, now she just had to last until the cover was fully closed, and that would be that.

Someone - someone who felt pretty big and burly compared to her - grabbed her roughly from behind, and she felt a larger-than-average dick pressing between her legs. On instinct, she jerked; then remembered where she was and what was happening and relaxed, allowing the spectacle for the watchers to take place.

This would be her first time - she wasn't really a prude as such, she just… had yet to be really interested in anyone who'd have a matching interest in her. Appropriate, she decided, mind determined to focus on anything but her impending demise, poetic even. Her virginity was to be taken alongside, in a sense perhaps after - as the cover was already closed - her death -

Ouch!

The man(?) behind her was not gentle, and for several seconds Marie panicked and nearly inhaled water at the sharp, and painful, intrusion. She could FEEL that something tore, feel the warm cloud of blood around her legs; then the feeling of fullness distracted her from the pain. The rough stranger continued to not care about her comfort, essentially raping her from behind; Marie wrapped her legs around his, then started jerking as if trying to break free from his grasp; he seemed to like it.

It didn't distract her from the burning in her lungs for long, but at least it let her drown with more dignity than if she'd just beat against the cover, twitching like a fish on the shore; now she was twitching for a much more… aesthetic reason.

The video someone from her class was undoubtedly taking was going to be popular, was her next to last thought before blacking out.

(The last thought was… no-one was allowed to watch without contributing first. Maybe there woudln't be a video. Her dying brain decided that was funny, and she went out gurgling with underwater laughter)