Forced To Strip Novels & Stories

They would rip the girls’ lingerie and force them to go out naked as a way to humiliate them. I never found out why they did that, but I know very well right now that this is what they’re trying to do. And unfortunately for me, I’m not in a strip club where I can play off being naked. Everything seems to be happening in slow motion, and once again, like in the alley, I found myself numb and paralyzed. I feel them ripping my shirt, the fabric grazing my skin. I trip as they take off my pants, falling forward and propping my arms just in time to stop my face from smashing against the floor.

Is this bitch funking with me or what? “What?” I asked and Janette released a heavy slap on her face. “How dare you try to question me, you daughter of a debtor, strip!” Janette yelled and I broke into tears. How am I supposed to strip in front of the people here?? What's going on? “Boys” Janette gave some boys a sign, and they immediately moved to me and started tearing my clothes. “What are you doing! Stop!! Please!!!” I cried out as they managed to strip me nak*d.

I stood rooted at a spot, not wanting to move or strip myself off my dress because I didn’t quite understand what the hell it is that was going on. “Do you want me to force that cloth off your body you just to get you to strip? I’ll can fuck you till both of your legs until you can’t walk anymore if you piss me off. So, don’t get me mad at you, Bunny and don’t make me repeat myself after this. Strip!” He suddenly turned, facing me now. Embarrassingly, I began stripping. I looked at him pleadingly once I saw he wasn’t going to respect my privacy. He only etched his eyebrow at me and urged me to go on.

"But first, we need to relax… clear our minds a bit." His words hung in the air, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure what he meant. But then Nathan turned to me, his expression unreadable. "Strip for them," Nathan said, his voice quiet but firm. I froze. My mind couldn’t process what I had just heard. The words hit me like a punch to the gut, disbelief crashing over me. Nathan had asked me to strip? Here, in front of Don Chappo and his men? "No," I blurted out, shaking my head in refusal. "I won’t."

“Then I will buy whatever I want for you. Now go and try on the clothes.” “What if I don’t?” I challenged, daring to look him in the eyes as I disobeyed him. “Then I’lll just drag you inside the dressing room and tear off your clothes and put the new ones on you. I do enjoy stripping you down until you’re naked and at mercy anyways, so trust me I’m going to enjoy every bit of it,” he said, causing my pussy to clench as his words painted a vivid visual in my mind. He leaned forward so he could whisper, “And after every dress I put on you and strip you out of, I will fuck you, so if there are twenty dresses for you to try on, then…” he trailed off, the weight of his words sinking in until I co

Gino was told to take her straight to the room and when he set her down two older maids came forward and she was forced to strip and her clothes taken away. ‘Just in case you think you can run away again’

I scramble against the headboard and get to my feet, trying to hide my trembling limbs with false bravado. “Stay where you are, Mason.” I order. “Tough luck.” He growls. “Strip.” My eyes widen. “Wh-what?” “You heard me, princess. I said strip. Take everything off including your underwear. I want you completely naked.” My heartbeat accelerates. “N-no. No, I won’t do that.” His eyes darken. “You know, that word is starting to really grate on my fucking nerves. You have three seconds and I’m sure you know how it goes, princess. If you do not strip in the next three seconds, I’ll be forced to do it myself… and I won’t go slow.”

Then instinct took over—I scrambled to my feet, backing away, breath hitching. “Thank you—” I started, but then his voice cracked through the silence like a whip. “Strip.” The word echoed in the room, and I froze. My face drained of color. No. “You heard me. Now strip.” I wrapped my arms around myself, trembling. Fear clawed its way up my spine. “I… I don’t want to do this,” I whispered. His expression didn’t change. Cold. Unreadable. “You are my mate. It must be done. We must consummate our marriage. I must mark you.”

He locked the door and placed me on the ground. “Strip!” My breath hitched when he suddenly ordered me to strip. I wasn't afraid of him or anything. I just needed more time to get comfortable enough to strip in front of him. As I was about to open my mouth to argue with him, I watched him turning his back on me.

Calisté smirked, as she yelled out another response. The crowd was already cheering on again. So she had to shout so I could hear what she was saying. "Oh, I think it's very entertaining." As the guards finally finished stripping me down to my briefs just as Aiden had ordered that they did, they grabbed my hands and raised me up. They forced my hands away from my body, spreading me so everyone could watch.