[ENF] A Splash of Colour

[Nathaniel Keam]

A Splash of Colour

Jenny was an artist. She specialised in sculpture at the local university. People saw her as a quiet girl who rarely caused any trouble with anyone. She just wanted to have fun and get through her degree with flying colours. But a group of local girls didn’t like what they called the ‘snobbish artists’ at the university. They saw them as people who constantly looked down their noses at others. They were inferior to them and their high-flying education.

Nobody knew when the feud first started, but rumours were everywhere. The main rumour was someone had poured a bucket of paint over someone’s brother or sister years before. The animosity had been passed down and now they wanted revenge for a person who they didn’t even know.

Nothing notable had happened for months. The odd comment directed towards a student walking home alone, and even the occasional leg being stuck out, but there was very little of note, until the final week. The final week was a period of great tension. The students knew they were leaving, and the locals also knew this.

Of course, it meant the locals were stepping up their attacks. A few students had already suffered from such attacks.

It was a Wednesday when the focus turned towards Jenny. She had kept out of the fighting and was just looking forward to returning home.

In the afternoon, when she had decided to walk back to her shared house, she stumbled into an unfriendly neighbourhood where most of these locals lived. Not taking the bus threw her into the maw.

As the short-haired Jenny walked along the concrete path, flanked by some rundown houses and a green field, her fists clenched involuntarily. A pair of girls at the other end of the path was walking towards her, and they looked nasty. As they drew closer she had thoughts of turning and retracing her steps. Two other girls were already walking that way. Four of them in total.

They almost looked like clones; black leggings and short, tight tops in white, blue, black, and red. Covered in lots of make-up and various other hair products, they looked aggressive. They were staring directly at her. She instantly knew she was in trouble, but she continued walking in the vain hope they weren’t walking towards her.
“Hey, you.” One of the lead girls in a red t-shirt shouted.
Jenny attempted to keep walking.
“We’re talking to you, wh*r*.”
Another of the girls, dressed in black, stepped forward and blocked her path.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” the group of four mimicked, giggling.
“Where d’ya think you’re going with that crappy hair? Why’s there lots of blue in it, did someone spill something?” laughed another voice from behind her.
It was the girl dressed in a white t-shirt.
“No.” Jenny replied keeping her head down and smoothing down her short leopard skin skirt and thick red leggings.
“Well why you dressed like some little freak?” the girl donned in red snapped, grabbing hold of her hair and throwing her back into the group behind.
“Oh, look, she just tried to hit you. She must think she’s pretty tough.”
“No.”
“What’s with these stupid clothes anyway?” the girl in blue asked cruelly grabbing a handful of the light grey open hoodie Jenny was wearing.
“Probably from that art place.”
“You from that art place, ya freak?” the girl in blue screamed in her face, still grabbing the hoodie.
“Yeah.”

The girl in black sprang forward and buried her fist into her stomach, straight into the blue t-shirt flanked by the hoodie. Jenny coughed and spluttered as the air was driven out of her. She dropped to one knee and hugged her aching midsection.
“Look at how she’s dressed. Who’s she supposed to be kidding?”
“No idea. And look at how thin she is. Barely any tan either. She’s pretty ugly. Still, I guess it’s typical for some loser artist.” the girl in black commented.

One of the other girls made her move and grabbed one of the dark brown boots adorned with little silver spikes from behind and began dragging her along the concrete. The leopard skin skirt rose up and exposed the rest of her thighs. More of the red leggings were revealed as the defenceless girl struggled against the pain in her stomach and the screams and wild slaps raining down upon her.

The girl, still grasping the boot, wrenched it off to leave a bare foot waggling in the air. Jenny screamed as the discarded boot collided with the top of her head with a thud. The girl continued covering her head as she sat on her ass.

The girls burst out laughing and continued taunting the girl, and even launching the odd kick and slap around the head for good measure. Her ordeal had barely begun.
“Get the other one off.” the red-shirted teen laughed.
A whirl of hands held her hands back as the other boot soon left her foot and was being twirled and hurled around the group.
“Gimme ‘em back.” Jenny pleaded, almost on the verge of tears.
The group only laughed as they held them out of her reach.

Eventually, the boots were thrown into the fence just off the track and the barefoot Jenny was being dragged by her short hair again, the strong white fingers buried in the blue. The attackers turned her over and she was soon crawling on her knees wherever they wanted. Heavy breathing and ejaculations of anguish went unnoticed as the girl in the white shirt had her head between her legs and was banging on her back.

But Jenny saw an opening for an assault. She tightened her fingers around the fabric of the teen’s leggings and wrenched downwards. She let out an ear-splitting cry as a pair of tanned legs came into view. The red thong was showing in all its glory. The t-shirt did nothing as she tried to pull it down in a vain attempt to cover her huge ass cheeks. But the artist hadn’t even managed to regain her feet before the group started taking its revenge by slapping and booting her in as many places as possible.

The girl who had momentarily had her seductive underwear exposed quickly covered them up again. The look on her face was of part embarrassment and part fury. She couldn’t speak as the sheer anger prevented her tongue from forming any complete sentences.

The girl in blue had no such problems as she yelled, “What the hell d’ya think you’re doing?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with you, were you dropped on your head?” the girl in red joined in.
The downed woman staring up at the sky had no answer.
“Get her up. This b*tch wants to play then fine. Let’s strip her. See how she likes it. Now get her kit off.” commanded the girl in white, who had now recovered.

The atmosphere turned sour and they weren’t laughing any longer. They went to work on the poor artist with violent efficiency. They were each taking a turn. The girl in black took her by the hair and dragged her to her feet. Jenny, attempting to jab her in the stomach, couldn’t do anything but plead and beg.

The humiliated girl in white was determined to start repaying the favour immediately. She strolled around the melee and knelt down. Attaching her hands to the bottom of the short leopard print skirt she pulled the loose skirt down to her knees, and finally, down to her ankles before taking it away completely.

Jenny screamed almost instantly and pathetically tried to turn her ass away from the group. But whilst locked up in the other girl’s arms her movements were limited. They were serious. Her stomach dropped in dread.

The girl in black slammed her down to the ground with serious velocity. The shockwaves reverberated around her body leaving her disorientated and momentarily sapped of the will to fight back.

The entirety of the red leggings had been exposed. Clear panty lines could be seen underneath them. It was clear whatever underwear she had on underneath left very little to the imagination, and this was one of her biggest fears. Any embarrassment hadn’t yet kicked in. At least none of her skin had been exposed by the thick fabric.

“How do you like that, b*tch?” the girl in blue taunted as her friend pressed the side of her face into the concrete.
The recently pantsed teen bucked and kicked fruitlessly.
“Ok, girls, what should we take next?”
“Who cares?”
“Yeah, who cares?”
“I just wonder what colour’s her underwear. See if artists really do like colour under there.”
The four girls giggled almost manically. The girl in white began smacking her over the head with the discarded skirt, and yelling obscenities as she did. Jenny began to cover up again. Just in her open grey zip-up hoodie, a navy blue t-shirt, and her red leggings she still wouldn’t think about what was in her future.

Satisfied with her momentary revenge, the girl in white backed off, clutching the skirt in her hands. Now the girl in blue made her move. A sharp kick to the stomach rolled Jenny over. Now she coughed and gasped for air. Another kick to the side caused her to roll over again. The other three girls continued to throw garbled obscenities towards the poor girl, who had no chance of fighting back now; her only concern was to do with saving herself from being exposed.

The girl in black grabbed her by the shoulders of her coat and wrestled her to her knees again. Still barefoot, the teen yelped like a child with a spider in their hair as she dealt her a stinging slap on the ass. The leggings did very little to cushion the blow which the girl had clearly aimed at the area where her panties weren’t covering her bare flesh. At this, the girl in blue laughed horribly at the artist’s predicament.

Reaching over, she grasped the hem of the light grey hoodie and pulled it up. A small slit of skin appeared above her leggings as the back of her blue top was exposed. The hoodie, now scrunched nearly around her neck, wasn’t coming off without a fight. The artist covered up desperately and held her arms inwards. The girl in blue wasn’t having any luck with attempting to pull it off. They were roughly of the same strength.
“Come and help, girls.” she called.
“Sure thing. Students ain’t so tough when they’re losing.”
The girl in red stalked over to intervene once again. Jenny redoubled her efforts to hold on. Her surprise almost caused her to lose her grip straight away. The girl in red grabbed her ankles, lifting her, and dragged her along the concrete. It was like a shark tossing and tearing the life out of a helpless seal.

The tight blue top she had been wearing had risen up her body to reveal everything up to and including her belly button. The cold air hitting her skin for the first time had shocked her, but she had no time to dwell on this. The hoodie was almost completely over her head and she was still trying to kick off the assailant holding onto her ankles. It was too much. The garment came flying off to leave her pale arms flailing in the breeze.

Tears were now starting to come down her face. Deep down she knew she had almost no chance of getting out of this. Rolling to the right, with her top coming back down safely to hide as much skin as possible, she dashed for an alley.

She didn’t know this alley. To her horror, it was a dead-end, but it was her only chance of fighting off the mad women to prevent them from stripping and humiliating her.
“Hey!” the girl in red shouted.
“Don’t worry.” the girl in white soothed. “That’s just an old bin yard they used to use. “Nothin’ in there now. Just an empty place.”
“Don’t let her get away.” the girl in black screamed chasing the student.
“Relax. It’s a dead end. Either we go in after her or she comes to us. It’s fine. Let’s just go get her.”
Confident of their immediate and crushing victory, the girls followed in single file. The size of the alley, flanked by high fences, couldn’t really accommodate any more without crushing each other against the fences. As the girl in white had said, Jenny had made it to the end and she was trapped. A strange look appeared on her face. Her jaw and fists were clenched. She planned to fight.
“Come on then, b*tches!” Jenny screamed in defiance.
If she couldn’t escape she could at least attempt to give them the same treatment and force them off.

The girl in black was leading the line of girls matching down the alley towards her. Both hands were outstretched showing her long nails. Jenny didn’t have much fight experience, but she had a brother and knew how to hit someone when she needed to. Now the odds were even again.

The girl in black clearly expected no resistance as she took a clean strike to the side of the jaw. It staggered her and she went forward head-first. She was wobbling and her legs weren’t providing any stability. Her friends couldn’t help her. The artist took the chance to get back at her enemies. She reached over and took the bottom of the tight black t-shirt. It came up almost easily to reveal her white bra strap. The shirt was soon off and she tossed it behind her. The shock of being stripped by, what she saw as a, weaker opponent broke her.

Her hands flew to her uncovered breasts and she cried out for mercy. The force of the blow hadn’t dissipated, though, and she staggered backwards. Jenny didn’t stop her assault. Grabbing the front and sides of the leggings, she tore the leggings down to her ankles. An aqua blue thong came into view and the girl collapsed backwards into her friends. The removal of the leggings brought her shoes flying off. And to add insult to injury, the leggings were thrown over the high fence.

The girl in black, with tanned cheeks, faced her enemy and attempted to scramble back the way she came under the legs of her friends. Determined to embarrass the girl further, Jenny dived forward and caught the back of her thong, which came down to reveal most of her bare ass.

She had tried to take too much. Her lunge forward had placed her too close to the other assailants. The girl in blue, who had stood just behind the stripped teen, latched on to her hair and began to drag her forward. The other two girls gave their friend a push which left the two fighters flying backwards into the wide space behind. The bare assed girl formerly in black continued to hold her friends up as she retreated back through the alley in her undergarments.

As the two girls rolled over, Jenny luckily landed on top of her. Another enemy trapped below her, she took the girl in blue’s top up to her neck and over her head to reveal a black bra holding a pair of modest breasts. Her reaction was more one of anger than mortification. She grunted and strained to get the student off her stomach. Her mismatched dark purple French-style panties poked above her leggings at the back.
“Get her off her!” the girl in white screamed as both girls finally managed to make it past their defeated friend.
Jenny didn’t have time to react to this shout when one of them had smacked her around the side of the head, knocking her dizzy instantly. The girl in blue extracted herself and shoved the girl aside.

Jenny clutched her face as the sting began to spread around her head. The girl in red and the girl in white took over from their partially stripped ally. Both girls kicked and slapped the girl on the ground, without paying any attention to where they were hitting.
“Turn her over.” the girl in white directed. “This girl wants to see us in our panties. Let’s see how she likes it. Now get on top of her.”
“Stop.” Jenny pleaded.
“Oh, you don’t want to play now?” the girl in red taunted as she sat on her chest facing her legs.
“I’m sorry, you win. Just let me go.”
“Not so brave now. You’re going home without your clothes, b*tch.”
Jenny pathetically nestled her fingers into the back of the girl in red’s leggings. She pulled them down slightly to reveal the top of her pink panties. Nobody noticed. They were too preoccupied with kicking and slapping the rest of her body. She knew they were about to see her in her underwear.

Leaving the girl in red’s pink panties on show and the leggings down to reveal the top of her ass, Jenny turned over with a sudden burst of strength. Her enemy still sat on top of her. She could feel the slit of revealed skin below her top and above her bottoms sliding along the cold ground. It made her shiver and more determined to fight back again.

The girl in white continued to kick any limb which caught her eye, but the artist ignored it. Grasping her knees under her body, the girl in red suddenly found herself unstable. Jenny screamed as fingernails were dug into her shoulders. Every nerve protested violently to make her grunt and squeal.

Her foe had no choice but to wobble off over her head and allow her to get up. Running on instinct, the student charged towards her, slamming her body under the ribs and driving the wind outwards. The girl in red retreated backwards towards the wall, pulling the hem of the blue t-shirt up as she did. The shirt folded over and stuck there to reveal yet more skin.

Again, the girl in white intervened and helped to shove her backwards by grabbing her around her bare midriff, knocking her to the ground. Her red leggings had drifted downwards in the fighting. Just the very top of her ass crack had become visible. And it bobbed in and out of view with every movement. A tiny sign of black fabric had also begun to poke upwards. The blue top now looked permanently like a short t-shirt, unveiling her toned and slightly tanned stomach, which certainly wasn’t her style.

The girl in red had re-established her dominance. Bent over with her panties still showing, she planted both vice-like grips into her shoulder to keep her pinned down. Jenny’s ass still hung in the air with her natural and voluptuous skin on show. She shrieked once again.
“I’ve got her.” the girl in red panted. “Do something, one of you.”
“We got her now.” crowed the girl in blue, who had now recovered. “You go, girl.”
“Time to see what panties students wear.” the girl in white laughed with a mischievous look on her face.
The girl in white readied herself to take control. Her prey didn’t stand a chance as the pain overwhelmed her. She stalked behind Jenny and gave her a playful spank on the behind, which made her jump and start sobbing again.

Jenny felt a couple of cold fingers slowly and purposefully trace the outline of her leggings where material met body. They danced playfully along her skin. They almost felt ticklish. But she couldn’t laugh. Not whilst she was continuing to experience a painful humiliation.

The girl in white wrapped her fingers in the red waistband. She could feel the fabric tighten against her hips as she got a grip. The iron grip of the other girls had her pinned down, with knees still under her body.
“You wanted to see me naked, now let’s see what undies you’re hiding.” she whispered, barely loudly enough for her compatriots to hear.
The back of her leggings came down to half way down her ass with one wrench. A cheer went up, and more than a few wolf whistles, when her black thong came into view. Barely covering half of her ass, two white and slightly coloured cheeks appeared. Jenny felt the sensual fingers of the wind as they weaved their ways into her unprotected body.

With her knees still trapped underneath, she prevented the leggings from coming down any further than the curve of her ass. But the girl in blue, with black bra on show, lifted her arms up slightly to break the ball. Fingers glided around her hips and towards her front. They took another grip. She felt the waistband from the front sc**** along the bottom of her stomach as it detached and revealed the front of her thong.

Allowed to retreat back into her ball, a few more salty tears fell down her face as she could see the small mound where her private parts were hidden bulging against the tight fabric. The red waistband was now at the top of the front of her thighs. The back of her leggings snapped back just below her ass as the girl in white finally let go for a few moments to cackle with her allies. There was no fighting back against her stripping now.

Jenny wasn’t struggling now. She just closed in tighter. The other three girls took turns spanking her exposed ass. The girl in white stepped over her and planted herself directly on her back. Mounted, she took the hem of her shirt and began to shimmy it further up her body. More of her back and belly quickly came into view, along with the back of a black bra strap as it approached the back of her neck. The rolled up fabric allowed the wind to poke and prod at her naked skin, making her shiver.

The other girls returned to her bottoms, curling their fingers inside the sides and tugging them down as much as they could. When their fingers had finished scratching at her thighs, the leggings rested just above her knees. The whole of her ass and big thighs still curled up with the rest of her body.
“Come on girls, get her up.” one of them commanded.
The girl in red and the girl in the black bra locked their arms under hers and prepared to move, waiting for the command which would condemn Jenny to more exposure. The girl in white nodded after a few tense seconds to force Jenny out of her ball. Her grip melted away almost instantaneously.

The artist found herself on her feet, beginning to cry uncontrollably. The blue shirt mercifully fell back down to hide most of her belly. Just a small ribbon of smooth skin above her thong was still visible. The white-shirted girl reacted quickly and pulled on the leggings. The fabric flew down the rest of her legs to land in a bundle around her ankles. Thin calves and knees came into view as she lost her balance and fell backwards.

One of them soon dragged them away from her ankles and tossed them to one side. The embarrassed teen continued to wail to herself as she crawled away from the group, who continued laughing.

She rested herself against the wall on the ground, gazing towards the three girls who she had tried to strip in turn. Her humiliation became apparent as she looked at her unblemished legs and the bulge beneath the thin material of her thong, which suddenly felt a lot thinner.
“Nice thong, honey.”
“Turns out we were wrong.” one of the girls shouted.
“Yeah.” the girl in white finished. “Turns out you’re sexier than you look. Now show us the rest of you.”
The three girls cackled and advanced towards her again.
The girl in her bra stepped forward and grabbed her roughly by the hair, almost pulling it off her scalp. Jenny crawled forward on her hands and knees.
“You stripped me to my bra, so I think it’s only fair that I see you in yours.”
Without any further hesitation, she clamped her neck with her knees and grabbed the shirt. Again, her body became exposed. It was slow and methodical until it rose above the back of her bra strap. With another wrench, the shirt came over her head to leave Jenny trying to cover up in her undies.
“Wow, do you workout? Nice abs. Shame you’re still so flat-chested.” the girl shrieked kicking her in those abs and watching her struggle to catch her breath as she lay on her back. Defeated.

Jenny had been stripped to her bra and panties and all the fight had gone out of her. She had never been seen in her underwear, much less in public. Whatever they did now couldn’t make it much worse. She couldn’t go home like this, and if she just took her punishment they might give her some clothes back.
“Let’s have some fun, girls.” one of the girls said.
Again, Jenny was grabbed by her hair and dragged along. Back on her feet again, they shoved her back against the wall with a thud. The girl in red grabbed her head and smashed it back against the wooden fence. The humiliated teen fell to the ground in a heap, clutching the back of her head.

The girl in white immediately went to work. Dexterous fingers attacked her bra and released it with ease. Before she knew it, both black cups had fallen to the ground. The other two locals grabbed both her arms and spread her out on the ground. Lying spread-eagled, they took it in turns to fondle her breasts. They watched as both nipples stood to attention at their touching.

Even as Jenny continued to cry they didn’t let her go. The girl in white hadn’t taken her pantsing well. She walked around to the bottom of her feet and grabbed the back of her thong. Sliding it down to her feet, she lifted her feet up in the air and let them fall as the last piece of fabric left her body.

Her small black bush fell under her enemies’ gazes. The girls were growing bored of their subject, though. After a few pictures on their phones and more crude jokes, they let go of her and ordered her up.

Jenny turned over, giving them a great view of her ass, and got to her feet. All that crying had left her with red eyes and mascara trails running down her cheeks. The teen tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands.
The girls let off more wolf whistles.
“That’ll teach you to not fuck around with us.” the girl in red grinned.
“Now go home. And see you next year.” the girl in blue said.
“Can I have my clothes back?” she asked, as if she really expected anything.
“Can I have my clothes back?” the group mimicked.
“No.” the girl in white replied. “You stripped Freya so why should we let you have them? But just to show you we’re not totally heartless, you can have your hoodie back. So on your way home you can decide whether you want to show your pussy or boobs.”
They threw the grey hoodie back at her and pushed her back into the street, before gathering up the rest of her discarded attire and leaving in the opposite direction.

Jenny had to prepare for the long journey home.

[dsp333]

VERY good read, incredible attention to detail and how things unfolded, quite a lot better than I was expecting. You're obviously very talented.

Only thing I feel I have to critique here is the ending felt like a bit of a let down in comparison to everything before it. I assume you were probably pretty tired of typing by the time you got to the panties and all, but man, there was just such fantastic build up...

[rahela]

very sexy mind

[Nathaniel Keam]

Originally Posted by dsp333

VERY good read, incredible attention to detail and how things unfolded, quite a lot better than I was expecting. You're obviously very talented.

Only thing I feel I have to critique here is the ending felt like a bit of a let down in comparison to everything before it. I assume you were probably pretty tired of typing by the time you got to the panties and all, but man, there was just such fantastic build up...

Thanks for the kind comments.

Yes, I was kind of bored when I got down to the final part. I find the best parts always come before the end, so it tends to decline in the last few paragraphs. I'm weird like that. The build is more exciting than the climax to me.

[maryjane69]

enjoyable story, you should write more

[i_went_poopie]

well done