Forced To Strip Stories Novels & Stories

All of a sudden, he yelled "Strip! I want you naked little bug" Noah stated calmly "What!" I yelled as I stood up from the bed. "You can't do it?" he asked. "I've seen all of you little bug so it's not big deal to strip in front of me" he said and I could hear some teasing in his voice that broke my heart Yes it's indeed not a big deal. He's already forced himself on me before so what's the need to act all innocent. He took it away from me already.

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.

“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.

They had publicly accused us, dragging our names through the mud, spinning the narrative to make us look like the real monsters. I looked at Levi. "They are forcing us into the spotlight. They want us to answer for this." Levi’s jaw tightened, but his voice remained steady. "Then we make sure they regret it." This was not just about the video anymore. This was a war. And we were not going to lose.

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.

he instructs. I reluctantly flip through his wallet, my cheeks flaming. I don't know why I'm even entertaining this, but I can't seem to help myself. Dammit…he is telling the truth. Today is his birthday! "Fine," I huff, "Happy birthday." "Great, now you know," he says levelly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, about that striptease..." "Wh-why do you want me to do a striptease? It's not like you've never seen me naked," I argue.

in vivid print, herself and the man she'd slept with laying on the bed fast asleep and naked, their bodies blurred out save for their faces. She felt her world crashing behind her ears as she read the story. They'd made it as controversial and as juicy as any gossip, clearly written to spite Lewis and herself. She shook her head, disbelieving, and looked up to see the smug faces of her stepmother and stepsister. God, how had she allowed this to happen?! "How did they get pictures?" She heard Mia say, but her voice sounded distant and vague. She fell to the floor in tears, her head in her hands sorrowfully.

And lately, the police have been raiding the bar I work in, my dad bailing me out is nothing new. Yes I am a stripper, I love what I do. I grew up dancing, ballet was my favorite. My dad supported me of course, I graduated from the best prestigious art university. Being a stripper is the best thing to ever happen to me whereas my dad, the wealthiest man in Los Angeles and the US, it is said to bring dishonor to his name and whatnot. My father, the famous multi-billionaire, Charlie Clover just had to have a daughter who is a stripper. It doesn't paint a good picture of his image. So yes, I left everything to be a stripper, and FYI because I am a stripper doesn't make me a prostitute and I don

She was narrating with her hands clasped between her legs, looking straight ahead, while slumped in the car seat. “If you were so good, how did you become a stripper?” “Can you wait? I’m telling my story, wasn’t I?” She snapped, rolling her eyes at the man. Sean shrugged and snapped his fingers, “Continue,” just like that, Maxine proceeded. “In college, I took Fine Arts, and Lottie took Psychology. We were still scholars then. But in our second year, the foundation’s new director told us we could already earn money for our tuition fees, so they canceled our scholarship.”

Giving up, at last, she chose to get up, turn on the nightlight, and find something to do. At first, she thought watching the drama was a good idea. But, suddenly, that desire disappeared before she even thought about the title she was going to watch. Too many times, she ended up awake until morning due to drama addiction, which made it difficult for her to stop watching. Therefore, she crossed out the watching option from her impromptu to-do list. Suddenly, she remembered something. There was one thing she wanted to do. Trying the lingerie. She barely dared to do so because her mind always imagined the shame she would feel when she wore those transparent dresses. And the last incident with