Forced To Strip Novels & Stories

Around me, the other maids sobbed, clutching at the bars, begging to be let go. One of the guards stepped forward, his face expressionless. "Strip," he ordered. "What?" one of the maids gasped. "You heard me. Strip. All of you." My stomach twisted, but I didn't argue. None of us did. Nakedness wasn't an issue here, but the reason for the nakedness was the problem. With shaking hands, I pulled off my cloth, my skin prickling with cold and humiliation. The other maids did the same, some of them crying openly.

" Strip Now!!" His raging voice evaporated against the noises of werewolves, screaming around the valley. Seraya couldn't see anything except smoke around her pack house, the begging of women, and children's cries. Her ignorance towards his command was only pushing his rage to the edge. No one ever dared to humiliate her in that way. " I said, STRIP!!", the command came with a loud whip on her back, forcing her knees to fall on the ground.

I took a careful step toward the place as planned. “Not there,” the man’s voice cut through the room with force. “Here. Where everyone can see.” My pulse started to race. Tears burned at my eyes as I tried to say something. “I—” The single syllable scraped my throat in a dry and weak gasp. He folded his arms. “Strip.” The word landed like a slap. The women’s gazes sharpened, some cold, some eager. One shifted her weight, and I realized with a jolt that if I hesitated, they would drag the clothes from me themselves.

Lizette’s P.O.V. “Strip!” That lady’s order resonated in the hall as I stared at her wide-eyed, startled by the absurdity of her demand. Why should I remove my clothes for measurements? Couldn’t they measure my size with them? I turned to see Jane for my support, but she shuddered. “It’s compulsory, Your Highness! Every woman needs to do it.” Although it was embarrassing to strip in front of a stranger, I decided to do it for my mate.

My chest seems so heavy to allow the air to fill in my lungs. They yanked my hair and dragged me with my hair to the pillar. They banged my head against the pillar before forcing me to sit facing my back against the pillar. With my semi-open eyes, I saw them stripping naked. A guy bent down to my height before his hand moved to my bra to yank it away from my body. Even in this condition, I tried to protest but all I received was a neck bone-cracking slap across my face. Tears race down from my injured swollen eyes when they hold my hands in theirs while two get hold of my legs and I saw some of them stripping out of their pants. I closed my eyes out of disgust when they get rid of their boxe

Rain dripped from his dark hair. “Strip,” he said simply. My eyes went wide. “What? No please. I can’t do that.” “You can and you will,” he replied, crossing his arms. His voice was calm but left no room for arguing. “All of it off. Now. ”My hands shook badly. I slowly took off my wet coat and let it drop to the floor. Then my dress. I stood there in just my plain white bra and panties, arms trying to cover my chest. My face burned with shame.

“You are in no better shape. Don’t tell me Gianna did this to you too?” I nodded, barely holding it together. My throat burned like I might start crying any second. “Yeah, she did. She wanted me to strip for her guests. I told her no. Guess she didn’t like that answer.” “Wait... strip? Is this some kind of sick joke?” His voice was serious now, eyes filled with rage.

With bated breath, I hesitantly retreated, my focus solely fixed upon his intruding presence, ignorant of any possible collision within the dimly lit confines of the room. “Strip,” he commanded, suddenly halting in his tracks. Every fiber of my being tried as much to rebel against his order. I couldn't bring myself to comply with his demands, to give myself over to his twisted desires. But I had no choice. My papa’s life hung in the balance. With trembling hands, I reached for the buttons of my blouse and began to unfasten them. Each one felt like a weighty reminder of the sacrifice I was making. Tears gushed down my face as I undressed, the vulnerability and humiliation consuming me.

The lights were hotter on this side of the room, glaring down on me, and every instinct told me to run but my feet didn’t move. The woman pressed again, her hand steady at my back. “Strip.” I took a deep breath and let the strap of my dress fall off my shoulders.

“Strip. Naked. Now.” A shudder ran through me, my body locking up in shock. “What? You can’t be serious,” I choked out, my voice laced with disbelief. He leaned in closer, his grip tightening just enough to make his point clear. “I don’t like repeating myself, Bella. Strip. Naked. Now.” Anger flared inside me, burning away the fear. I shoved at his wrist, my heart pounding as defiance coursed through my veins. His eyes darkened.