Forced To Strip Novels & Stories

The act was possibly engrained in his brain. I was about to be another notch on his bed post. A notch he would never even know he had fucked. As the zipper drew down, he brushed off the straps of the dress from my shoulder leaving me in just a bra upwards. He walked away from my back and around me before gesturing for me to continue with the striping process. How very gracious that my purity would be striped away by him. I reached for my dress to completely pull it off and realize that my fingers were trembling. My body hadn’t caught up to the fact that we were pretending to be sexy and confident Ivy and still acted nervous.

“No, don’t worry, no one will walk here.” “No. I,” I swallowed. “I am not doing that.” Anger dashed in his eyes. God had to help me because I wasn’t ready to fight with Romeo again. He wore a face that had me shivering. “What was that?” he asked. “I said, I won’t strip. Why would I?” “I said I will make you mine and I have the right to look at your body to make sure there is nothing fake about your body parts. So, start stripping or I will tear those garments off your fucking body.”

"What happened?" Elara looked down at her hands, curling them into fists. "She wanted to fit in and they broke her." Silence. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Elara’s breathing turned uneven again. "They made her strip. Just like they tried to make me. But it didn’t stop there. They got bored of just watching, so they made her run. Made her go out into the woods fully naked. She thought they were chasing her as a joke."

“Let me go!” The man holding the camera tapped his earpiece and tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over me like I was nothing but a commodity. “Boss says strip him.” “What?! No!” I thrashed weakly, but it was useless. My shirt was yanked over my head, my pants ripped down, leaving me exposed except for the socks and shoes they hadn’t bothered with. “You…can’t… Stop,” I stammered, my voice breaking as my body betrayed me again, arching into the mattress even as I screamed inside. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want any of this.

My eyes widened, and I was scared to death when Brenda started ripping off my gown. “What are you doing? Stop! Brenda, you can’t do this!” I cried and struggled to get free from her grasp. My hands couldn’t match the speed she was tearing the gown away. I begged her, tears streaming down my eyes, “Brenda, I beg you, please don’t do this! Please!” But my cry fell on deaf ears. Brenda wouldn’t stop until she stripped me off and made me stand naked in a mall. I felt shameful when I was stripped in a public place like this. I tried my best to prevent the remaining fragments of the gown from being torn off, but I failed miserably.

When I said ‘strip,’ I meant every damn piece of clothing! His eyes widened in shock “No, please.” He began to struggle but he was no match for the men who held him. They grabbed the waist of his boxers and shredded it effortlessly. Now he was completely naked, blood trickling down his body from his face. Since he had the nerve to go after my mate after I had specifically warned him not to, I'll make him learn the hard way. I signaled for them to tie him to the pole. He was bound, his back to the pole while he faced me.

I had never changed in front of anyone before. "Stop!" I protested, trying to push their hands away. "I can do it myself." But they didn't respond, their faces expressionless as they continued to strip me of my worn clothes. I couldn't help but wonder if they were trained to ignore my protests or if they were simply deaf to my pleas.

I was ready to fall asleep when I saw Alex standing at the door. “strip!” I knew where this was headed, he remarked. I objected. “Never!” “When I say strip, you must strip down,” he said as he forced me against the wall. “Now, strip!” I fixed my gaze on him. I didn’t even blink. “Never!” He landed a powerful kick on my ribs. I collapsed and sprawled on the floor, grunting in agony. “Strip!” I knew he wasn’t going to stop. I stripped. I had to tell myself to stay out of trouble for the sake of my baby. I stripped.

I cried out, as my jaw ached, and my mouth seemed to be tearing open. “I'll…I'm…going to…I'll strip.” I murmured. Meredith nodded at the girls holding me and they let go of me. I moved my shaking hands up to my shirt and started to unbutton it. If I stripped, they would probably just laugh at my body and leave me alone for today, right? And my parents would never know I had to strip. I couldn't hide a shaved head. “What is going on here?” My hands froze at the sound of the voice.

he whispered and released his grip on me. I rolled down the wheelchair and fell like a lump beside him. He drove away from me and I cringed as I heard his command. "Strip!" My heart skipped a beat. I could barely stand up and he wanted me to strip? After that, what comes next? He wouldn't have his way with me in this state. Would he? "Strip!!" He thundered and I quaked. Shakily, I tried to lift myself but I kept falling. I wanted to do what he wanted, I was desperate to live but I just couldn't lift an arm.