Forced To Strip Novels & Stories

“One night. Anything the winner wants. The loser can’t refuse.” My heart is hammering. He’s close enough to smell. Soap and coffee and warm skin. Three years of hating this man. Three years of my body being a traitor about it. “Strip.” The word hits me like a slap. “You can do it yourself,” he says, “or I do it for you. One of those is going to be a lot rougher.” I slap his hand away when he reaches for my neckline. He lets me. We both know I’m going to comply. The only question is how much dignity I burn through first.

Why the f*ck I choose this deal! I gulped and said, "S..s..sor_" "STRIP," he said, that one word that would change my world. I tightened my hold around my shirt and stayed still when he said, "DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF!” “I SAID COME CLOSER AND STRIP!" And I flinched in fear at his angry roar, but my hands just froze with my eyes locked on the floor. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing was coming out.

“Strip “ he ordered . The moment I heard that statement , I raised up my head , I wanted to understand what he had just said , that is my fucking step brother , what did he mean by strip, like I should put off my fucking clothes ? I was about raising my head but instead I was slammed hardly against the wall , this time he was standing right in front of me obviously pisseed . Pull off your clothes , get on the fucking bed and spreads those legs wide open “ he ordered me . I didn’t know what happened next , but the next moment , I found myself pulling off every piece of clothing I had on .

Suddenly, I wished the strange man I helped earlier hadn’t left. "Come on, Greg, stop this. We need to keep moving." Cole interrupted again. "Shut up!" Greg, who seemed to be in charge, barked at him, causing them to banter at each other for a while. After their argument, the first guy stepped forward and began to strip my clothes off. He grabbed my flower-patterned shirt with his two hands, and began to rip it apart with all his strength, exposing my naked skin. The others joined him after hesitating for a while, and they stripped me completely while I screamed in tears, begging to be released.

Anticipation. “Strip,” I command. “I want everything off.”

I heard his voice in my head. I tried standing up but I felt too weak to do that. In as much as I'll never resolve to strip before him, I don't wanna experience another torture so I tried all I can to stand but I was too weak. "I bet you don't want to make me do it myself huh" He spoke again and Suddenly I felt my dress raising up, and it was ripped off me with full force. I instantly felt exposed as I was stuck in my undies now. I felt his grip pulled up the strap of my pant. "No" I whimpered as I felt tears rolling down my checks.

Rita yelled, as she grabbed Sasha and they began to struggle with her. "No please.... No..." Sasha continued to begged. "Girls. Go on and strip her!" The girls came at once on Sasha, holding her in place as they began to strip her. Sasha fought so hard, yelling and crying but they still got what they wanted. They successfully stripped off her shirt. They were laughing at her when the door suddenly opens and Zain showed up. Sasha felt mortified as she hastily put on her hands to cover her chest. She crouched down to the floor and buried her face in her knees and continued sobbing.

Scolded Emily “Emily I advise you to leave my office now and go and prepare for dinner.” Said Mr. O’Brian in a low and demanding voice which made Emily tremble in fear. Emily made her way to her room but before she could shut her father’s office door he spoke, “And while you’re at it make sure you wash you’re hair properly I see you have started harboring mad thoughts.”Emily quickly went to her room and showered while crying. Her father had never spoken to her in such a manner and she wasn’t a fan of the anger laced in his tone. So as not to fall prey to his anger twice in a day, she dressed up hurriedly, and just as she was descending the stairs the bell rang. But not only the bell tang, he

I explained this to him, wondering why he was changing the subject, but my explanation only infuriated him more. “Comfortable? Do you think that’s what your goal should be? Being comfortable? No, this has gone far enough. Today, you’ll learn your lesson!” I frowned. “What?” “Strip. Right now. Put your uniform on. Your old clothes will be burned promptly.” I placed my arms over my chest protectively. My face burned hotter than ever. “Strip?”

Without a warning, one of them placed his hands on the front of my dress, pulling it apart, and it gave a loud rip. “Ah!” I screamed. They were going to throw me into the water without clothes. They continued ripping, while I tried to fight. But as I opened my mouth to scream again, a meaty, and sweaty palm clamped down on it, and my screams died in my throat. They stripped me till I was in nothing but my nightgown, and one of them took me closer to the water, while the rest stayed feet away. The ground got hotter as we approached, and my bare legs were barely touching down fully on the ground, before lifting themselves again, due to the pain.