Forced To Strip Novels & Stories

I gulp as he stands up from his chair and circles his desk, sitting on the edge while staring me down. I immediately look down. I have learnt that the more defiant you act with Brandon, the more he is eager to break you. “Strip,” he commands. My eyes shoot up as I try to comprehend the order. Strip? That has never happened before. He normally beats me, sometimes cuts into my flesh but he has never asked me to get naked before. I'm trembling as my mind races, different thoughts crossing through my brain. “I said, strip.” His hands accompany his words and I fall to the ground from the force of the slap.

I began, but he silenced me with a commanding tone. "Strip," he commanded, his words igniting a fiery response within me. My body moved instinctively, driven by a primal need to obey. Fingers deftly unhooked the clasps of my blouse and bra, and within moments, I stood before him, completely exposed and consumed by raw desire.

I muttered, and I was definitely sure he wasn’t going to hear me say that. Immediately, a thought ran through my mind. I started to take off my clothes while I pulled out the strap of my bralette which I had worn; I made sure to be vividly naked. I rushed towards the door while using saliva to smear through my face. I put on a sad look, a look of someone who had been forced to do what she wasn’t interested in doing. He stared at me, asking me to put on my clothes. “Fuck me and I would put the clothes down. Strip and tell me that you own me, and maybe I would consider doing that.”

His eyes dropped to my short plaid skirt that barely covered my ass. I crossed my arms, trying to look defiant even as heat pooled between my legs. “It’s just an essay. Who cares?” “I care.” He stopped right in front of me. “And since you refuse to do your regular assignment… you’re getting a new one.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Strip. Now.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Stepdad… we can’t—”

The moment we were inside, he locked the door and turned to me, crossing his arms against his chest. "Strip," he commanded in that low voice that made my knees weak and my stomach clench. He was already unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling the crisp white fabric up his forearms as the muscles in his arms flexed. I couldn't look away. “Grey.” "I said strip, Poppy." He gave me a stern look. My hands moved before my brain caught up and soon, the dress pooled around my feet. My bra followed, then my panties, until I stood naked before him, my skin prickling with goosebumps despite the warmth of the room.

“Yep, really.” “Wow,” June muttered as her mind worked to process this. For June, stripping had always been a means to an end. A way to pay bills and keep food on the table. She hadn’t considered it could be anything more than that, let alone something someone could genuinely enjoy. So, she was baffled. Lola seemed to catch the puzzled look on her face because she grinned wider. “To be frank, I love it,” she said, her voice filled with unapologetic confidence.

Again, to devastate her. Curling her figure into a bowl, moulding her toes, she tried to hide from him. She was still under the influence of his aura, which glutted her ensuing bleak, her throat dried due to fear. " Strip ,Tesoro!!", he ordered sternly, shadowing her doom. His unswerving blue eyes, bore into hers in the ebony shadows, failed to give her the tranquility, devastating her instead.

I gasped between giggles. Red wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “It wasn’t really awkward. Like I said earlier, I strip for everyone, not just the men. And those ladies… they are mostly wild. Doing all kinds of things to our bodies…” I raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “With that kind of body, who wouldn’t get carried away?” Red giggled and struck a playful pose. “We always have to stay in shape so we don’t lose our income. As a stripper, your body is your greatest asset.”

“Strip.” His eyes widened in shock. “What?” “You heard me, Strip.” “I…” He faltered, trembling under my stare. “You think your father can claim you back? You think anyone can? No. You belong to me. You will always belong to me. Now take your clothes off or I’ll rip them from your body myself.”

Afterwards, she released my cheeks roughly before she stared right at me with a composed look. "Now, strip," she suddenly said, and that surprised me. I was just there, paused, until I heard her yell in a commanding voice. "I said, strip!" she repeated, and it made me follow with trembling hands. In one instance, I was there . . . with no clothes, in front of my mother. A teenager who should have been independent but was stripped forcefully by her mother. Afterwards, she started picking the clothes she wanted me to wear until she was satisfied.