I was unpopular for my whole life. 18 years of being mocked by the other kids. I was unattractive, overweight, and a virgin. I had no particular reason to be popular. Of course, I had friends, but we mostly wallowed in our unpopularity together. On this particular day, which I will remember for the rest of my existence, myself (Jamie) and my friends Mark and Peter were sat on the coach on the way back to school. A-Levels were over, and the whole of Year 13 had been on a week-long trip to celebrate. Mark and Peter were having a Pokémon battle, while I sat and watched.
“What you losers doing?” Asked Adam, one of the unpleasant people sat in front of us.
“None of your business,” replied Peter, but Adam just leaned over.
“Baby stuff I see,” Adam said, grabbing Mark’s 3DS.
“Hey! Give that back!” Mark shouted.
“Now now, don’t be mean,” said Alex, Adam’s girlfriend. “If they want to be infinitely unpopular and the scum of the Earth for the rest of their lives, that’s their choice.”
“It’s a pretty stupid one, I’d say,” Adam said. “Do you dorks know what I’m going to do when we get back? I’m going to drive Alex here home. Then I’m going to carry her up to her room and make her scream like she’s being murdered.”
“Shut up...” Alex said, blushing.
The three of us got back to what we were doing, but it didn’t last long. I heard one of the other pupils shout “Smoke!”, and everyone turned to look at the back of the bus. Clouds of smoke were indeed pouring out of the petrol tank. I saw a flash of light and felt a surge of heat, and then, nothing.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a bright light. When my eyes adjusted, however, I realised it was just the lightbulb on the ceiling. I sat up, and realised several things. I saw that I was in a large room, with quite a few sofas and tables. The tables were covered in plates full of all sorts of delicious-looking food and drink. Everything looked completely luxurious.
The next thing I noticed was that I was not alone. All my classmates were present, sitting all around the large room. And they were all naked. I looked around, and my eyes widened at the sight of my classmates’ bodies being completely exposed. So many girls I’d previously imagined naked were now available for me to see in all their glory. Well, at least until they all realised they were naked, and all screamed and tried to cover themselves. The boys also tried to, although it was even more difficult for us, as just about everyone, myself included, was getting a boner from the sight of all this nude flesh. I settled for just letting it all hang out.
“Alright, alright, calm down everyone,” said our teacher, Mr Johnson, standing up.
“Oh shut up Richard, you’re not helping anything,” said Miss Wilson, the young, 20-something newly-qualified teacher.
“Sir, where are we?” Asked one girl.
“I don’t know Becky,” replied Mr Johnson. “But everyone just stay calm and we’ll figure it out.”
Just then, a set of large doors opened, and the class saw 4 men and 4 women walk in. Each one of them was dressed in pure white robes, and had large, white wings protruding from their backs.
“Greetings everyone,” said one of the women. “My name is Luna, and these are my associates.”
“So could you kindly tell us what is going on here?” Asked Mr Johnson. “Why have we been kidnapped and why have we been stripped naked?”
“Please do not interrupt, thank you,” said Luna. “If you could all remain calm and co-operate we can get through his quickly. You will all be asked for your names and given a hand stamp. Please do not resist.”
“Now look here, you can’t just-” said Mr Johnson.
“Name,” said Luna.
“I’ll be contacting the police-”
“His name’s Richard Johnson,” said Miss Wilson. “And I’m Sally Wilson.” Luna looked over at the man stood next to her, who started looking down the list on his clipboard.
“Um ... Up for him, and Down for her, Miss Luna,” said the man.
“Not what I’d have gone for,” Luna said. “Alright, everyone get to work.”
The group split into pairs, and went around asking people their names. I watched as the lists were checked, and everyone’s hands were stamped. Eventually one of the pairs came up to Mark, Peter and I.
“Names,” asked the girl.
“Um ... Jamie Robertson,” I replied.
“Up for all of them,” said the man. The girl stamped our hands, and moved on. We looked at our hands, and we saw that they’d stamped on a bright blue cloud.
“What is that?” Asked Mark.
“Dunno,” I replied.
The people continued stamping people, and everyone compared their stamps. Most of us had blue clouds, although a few had what appeared to be a red flame.
“Attention everyone,” said Luna. “Could everyone who has a blue cloud please go over there and stand with Rafael, and everyone with a red flame go over there and stand with Dominique.
My friends and I went to stand with the cloud people. It was most of us, with only maybe a dozen or so people, including Alex, Adam and Miss Wilson in the flame queue. The woman known as Dominique opened a door, through which fire and screams could be heard. Everyone seemed afraid, and the flame people were herded through it, their stamps being checked as they did.
“Alright everyone,” said the man called Rafael. “Please line up in single file. Your stamps will be checked and you’ll be allowed in.”
“In where?” Mr Johnson asked.
“Please hold all questions until you’re inside.” Rafael opened the door, and I saw a blinding white light inside. It felt nice. “I’d like to get things over with quickly.”
The others lined us up, and one by one, our hands were checked and we were allowed inside. I was behind Alice Walker in the queue, and I found my eyes drawn to her bottom. It was different to how I’d imagined it would be, but it was still beautiful. My dick got hard quickly as I was fixated by Alice’s posterior. Unfortunately, as we moved forwards in the line, I moved a little too enthusiastically, and my boner rubbed itself against Alice’s booty.
“Sorry Alice!” I exclaimed.
“It’s alright...” said Alice timidly. I loved how cute she was. So forgiving.
“Ahem.” Alice and I both turned to see Rafael looking annoyed at us.
“Oh ... I’m sorry,” said Alice. She showed her hand to Rafael.
“Alright, go on in.” Alice walked forward, and the last I saw of her was her bottom disappearing into the light. I then looked at Rafael, and showed him my hand. “In you go.”
As I walked forward, the light got more and more intense, and I was consumed by the most wonderful feeling of happiness. When it cleared I found myself stood in my living room at home. I was still naked, my cock softening after being made erect by Alice’s bottom. It seemed to be night time, with all the blinds shut. The only light in the room was coming from the many candles that were scattered around the room, which I know my mother and sisters were quite fond of.
“Mum?” I shouted. “Hello? Anyone?” No response. Next to the sofa were two tables, which were covered with plates of all my favourite snacks. Confused, I sat down and ate a biscuit. It tasted absolutely wonderful. I poured a glass of coke, and it too tasted incredible. But I still didn’t understand what was going on.
“Hello there.” I jumped in my seat, and turned to see two girls stood in the doorway. One was Asian, the other Caucasian. And both were completely naked and drop-dead gorgeous. My cock immediately began to stir. I noticed that the Asian girl had a large set of wings protruding from her back like the people earlier had. Despite this, I found myself backing away from the girls.
“Don’t be frightened,” said the Asian girl. “We’re not going to hurt you. Nothing will ever hurt you again.”
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Who are you?”
“I am Amu,” said the Asian girl, who then looked over at her friend, who appeared to be extremely nervous. “Well go on then. Introduce yourself.”
“Oh, yes,” the nervous girl said nervously. “I’m Jayma ... Mr Robertson ... sir...”
“Just relax Jayma ... deep breaths, don’t be nervous,” Amu said to her, before turning back to me. “I’m sorry about Jayma. She’s new, and I’m training her up. This is her first time on the job.”
“What job?” I was still rather afraid, although admittedly most burglars don’t tend to work naked.
The two girls simply walked over and sat down on either side of me.
“Do you like the food?” Asked Amu.
“It’s good, but please, I want to know what’s going on,” I said.
“What do you remember?” asked Jayma. “Before waking up naked, I mean.”
“Well...” I thought. “We were on the coach on the way back to school. I heard people screaming, and then I felt really hot, and then ... I woke up.”
“The petrol tank of the coach exploded,” said Jayma. “Everyone on board died instantly.”
“So I’m dead?” I asked, and Amu nodded.
“Dead. Expired. Deceased,” said Jayma. “Biting the dust. Sleeping with the fishes.”
“That’s enough Jayma,” said Amu sternly.
“Yes Miss Amu...”
“Wait, if I’m dead, then that means this is ... what’s next,” I said.
“So ... which one is this?”
.... There is more of this story ...