Forced To Strip Mga Nobela at Kwento

The woman is older, fairly aggressive. ‘Lunamin, I can’t say no,’ the response is more cold, unfeeling and still resolved when the girls stripping me aren’t really keen on leaving me the dignity of my clothes. Leaving now would be an insult. One none of the three of us could withstand. That’s if I could even find them.

“You know who I am, and if you don’t want to be gunned down any moment from now, get to the damn couch. You know better not to mess with me.” She shifted back in fear, then quickly turned back and joined the other girl. The other girl doesn’t look familiar. I guess she is one of the recruits. “Remove your clothes. Strip.” Those words left my mouth without any ado. They obeyed like a hunter dog who’s been controlled by a whistle, stripping off their clothes like they meant nothing.

She asked, her face burning with anger. I tried to muffle out that I was cuffed. She glanced at my struggling hands and walked behind me. She must have thought me to be someone who had offended her badly in the past because the way she yanked the cuff off my wrist almost fractured my wrist. I bit into the gag. No apologies. She walked over to me again. “Now…strip. I don't want a single filthy thing on you.” I reluctantly obeyed. Hulk had instructed her to have me changed. This wasn't a flogging ceremony.

It was looking like he was in deep thoughts, busy with his own story. "Strip" This was the first word that he said to me. His voice was heavy that can terrify anyone. I got goosebumps all over my body listening to that horrifying word. I didn't move. In fact, I didn't have enough courage to comply with his order. "I don't like to repeat myself," he said in a low but threatening tone while discarding the cigarette. But still, I didn't move an inch. "I said STRIP" he roared and I flinched back.

I turned my head, shifting uncomfortably as it travailed past my navel seeking further down to between my legs. “I didn’t know what I was going to do if you didn’t show up tonight looking all sexy tonight.” He sniffs my body like a dog. “So you know what I want to do?" I hesitated and got another smack. I rolled my eyes. “What, tell me." The words came out more like a sexual cry as he had his hands cupping between my legs. “Strip!" He ordered. I hesitated, feeling my stomach tighten. But then when I looked back to see his forced smile I compiled, I fucking striped for my husband.

“Please! I was angry, I— I lost control, I swear— I would never— please—” I stopped right in front of him. Looked down at the pathetic, sniveling waste of fucking space in front of me. My hands curled into fists. My rage had no edges, no fucking end. I turned to the guards. “Strip him.” He let out a broken sob. “No, please—” “Now.” They didn’t hesitate. His shirt was ripped from his body. He shuddered, skin already slick with sweat. He knew. I lifted a hand.

The tone he used was demanding and I didn't know what to do. I was contemplating on what to do when a resounding slap landed on my cheek. "Are you deaf? Strip now!" The tears in my eyes were allowed to stream freely, damping my cheek as I sobbed quietly. Quickly dabbing my tears, I slowly began to strip and in a few seconds, the pink dress fell loosely on the floor. This was the first time I stripped in front of a guy and I was heartbroken. My eyes were shut to prevent more tears from trailing down.

Don't speak unless spoken to. Don't look anyone in the face. Don't even breathe without Alpha Patrick's permission. The damp seeped from the grey stone floor through my jeans. "Strip her!" Alpha Patrick demanded. Please, no, please I wanted to plead for forgiveness but knew better than to open my mouth. I forced my quivering body to remain still as the Gamma and Beta tore my hand me down clothes from my body, knocking me off my knees and onto my back to yank my jeans off.

There was no way I was going to strip for my boss, the CEO. ‘Excuse me,’ I stutter out horrified, but he doesn’t even bat an eyelid. ‘I said strip, don’t make me repeat myself. Do it or you are fired,’ his domineering presence weighed down on me like everything else. He stood for a moment walking to the door before twisting the key in the lock securing me in his office.

Strip. The cold clawed at her resolve. She hated him—hated the rejection, the pain, the way his touch still ignited her—but freezing to death wasn't an option. With a snarl, she shrugged off the shirt and peeled her leathers down, the material sticking to her sweat-damp skin. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hardening instantly in the icy air. Torin stripped next, his pants hitting the ground with a soft thud, his cock springing out, thick and heavy even in the chill.