Forced To Strip Stories Novels & Stories

" 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.

“Use me the way you used her. No limits tonight.” “You cried after six strikes in the garden. I took twenty before breakfast.” My cunt clenched, heat blooming in my pussy. “Then teach me the difference between crying and breaking.” His smile was slow, “Strip.” The gown fell, and I took off my heels, gathering the journal on my chest. He ripped it away and pages scattered everywhere. He snapped handcuffs around my wrists behind my back, forcing my breasts forward. He clipped the cuffs to a short chain hanging from a ceiling hook, hoisting my arms until my shoulders hurt. My toes barely scraped the stoned floor.

More stubborn. In seconds, my shirt was pulled off my shoulders and ripped away. The next layer showed. They stripped my pants. Then my underwear. They ignored my begging screams and my shaking body. My heart slammed in my chest. Hot tears burned my eyes, but they did not fall. The women moved around me with trained ease. Water poured over my skin. Rough hands scrubbed me with scented herbs I did not know. I tried to fight, but their grips and their empty stares made it useless.

I told her slightly, patting her back. "No, it is; she told me she didn’t want stripping, but I forced her. I could have just worked and supported her; instead, I forced her to work as a stripper. I even pressured her into getting implants; she was scared; she didn’t want to do it, but I forced her too. I assured her that no complications could ever come her way; now look where it led her. She’s fighting for her life now, all thanks to me.” I understood her but also knew this would not help.

Just in case things decide to get worse. Aside from school, Cassidy loves to dance. She loved it when people looked at her while dancing on stage or on the dance floor. Then it was one of those freak coincidences when a bunch of her girlfriends from campus decided to head out to a strip club and dance their asses off at one of their competition nights. It was nice, they can dance, strip, and not be pressed by unwanted bodies grinding their dicks like they were asking for it. Because Cassidy and her friends just wanted to dance, wanted the attention. And after that memorable day, she slipped back into the strip club the next weekend and asked if she can work there part-time.

As soon as I read the text, I clenched my jaw and let out a grunt. It was not supposed to be this difficult. Why was everyone so adamant about dragging this topic further? Nothing happened. It was a failed attempt, and it was not like we were going to do anything. We were only going to make her strip to embarrass her. Now, it seemed like everyone was using it as an excuse to take digs at us and enjoy the gossip.

All the while his blank, unemotional gaze held my shocked and scared gaze. “Strip” came another order and for the first time getting molested and raped by a stranger made my survival instinct kicked in and I ran towards the door. But I was late, too late to react. Grabbing my hand, he pushed me on the bed and continued in a deathly voice “Shweta I am gonna tell you something and you are gonna listen to me like a good girl you are without a word. Do you understand?” and with too much fear I nodded in affirmative.

I couldn’t move and stood still. “Come here,” Sedar commanded. Slowly, I lifted my legs, careful not to look at my surroundings. “Walk faster,” Sedar roared. I tried to increase my pace and got to him. He pulled me close, and I could see the ground from where I was. “Strip,” Sedar said. I shivered from the cold weather and removed my clothes after the other. “Leave the panties,” Sedar commanded. I watched him walk away and return after a few seconds with a whip. I was close to tears but held it in.

"Listen, I'm the campus doctor. I need you to tell me who the father of your baby is." "It's Leo..." The moment the recording ended, Lynn screamed. "That's fake! The recording is fake!" She jabbed a finger at me. "He forged it! Or he forced her to say that while she was in agony! Think about it! She was dying and in extreme pain. You really think she knew what she was saying? He planned this! He had it all set up to clear his name! He's despicable!"

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.