[JoeTheLeopard]

Jemma had gone this far, and she certainly wasn’t stopping now. She gently lent over Molly, slowly dominating her. She grabbed hold of the bottom of her checked shirt, without any resistance from the defenceless girl. As the loose shirt was lifted, Molly’s underwear was now completely uncovered, the white garments with the black polka dots the only thing protecting her from true humiliation. Almost in slow motion, Jemma held up her arms, sliding the shirt over her body. With Molly’s arms above her head, she looked open, defenceless, and almost like a child being dressed by a mum. You shiver, looking at how easily Molly had just given up. Where was her fight?
Her flat stomach was revealed, and soon the bottom of her bra too. It looked to you as if it was matching her panties, black and white polka dots. Molly looked cute in her knickers, with Jemma now struggling to remove the checked shirt from her head. It seemed it had got stuck, and you couldn’t see Molly’s face, but you could be certain she wasn’t happy. You had to help your friend; she wasn’t ending up naked tonight, not on your account, no way.
“Jemma, stop. Right now. Look at yourself, this is ridiculous”. If you were going to stand up for your friend, you were going to have speak as if you were in authority.
Jemma looked up in surprise, obviously engrossed in trying to untangle Molly from her shirt. “What? Pfft, shut up, or this’ll be you, silly b*tch!”
You can’t believe she just called you that, who did she think she was? In your friend’s house, this was no place for her to be throwing her weight around. Still, although you could feel your anger growing, you knew you must remain calm. You have to be careful.
“Well Jemma, why don’t you stop being Mark’s b*tch and let her go. It’s gone far enough”. You nervously shot a look at the video screen, the boys leaning in, clearly intrigued. You thought they’d be angry, that they weren’t getting their naked chick? Maybe they thought they be getting even luckier? How could they be even luckier?!
Jemma didn’t say anything for a second. You could see a range of emotions sprawled across her face, as stunned went into hurt and then into anger. “How dare you, who do you, think you are? If you’re that desperate for Molly to be let go, how about you throw yourself in there?” She gestured towards the girl, whose arms were still hanging in the air, Molly’s vision still blocked by her own shirt.
As the aggression inside you grows, you forget all about your horrid day, the public stripping in Pe, the wedgie in front of Mark, and just let loose. You wildly jump at Jemma, knocking her onto the bed away from the still blinded Molly (still only in her bra and panties) and try to make her realise her wrongdoings. But as you lie on top of Jemma, softy pinching her face, wondering whether to slap her, you wonder what the hell you are doing? Is it fair to take out your rubbish day on Jemma? I mean she must have issues with Mark, is it you right to get involved? Shouldn’t you just leave her too it?
But as she you ponder these issues, you soon notice your chance of control and somewhat vengeance has been missed. Jemma’s friends pull you away from her, back onto the bed, lying on your back, now once again completely outnumbered. You quickly think of how just much of an idiot you were less than 10 seconds ago. You had the chance to ruin Jemma, and now she was going to ruin you. Or at least her friends were.
Numerous hands were all over your body, some grabbing your arms or legs; others were at the zip of your jeans, others at the bottom of your shirt. You didn’t know which ones to fight, where to start, or how to get out? Shit, this was bad.
The zip on your jeans was frantically undone, and you felt your jeans slowly start to move away from you. Feminine fingers had curled into the top of your jeans, and were sliding them down your legs. You move your arms to try and block them, realising you really had “thrown yourself in there”. You were about to get stripped plain and simple. And with only a nearly naked Molly (who was still stuck in her shirt) in the room to help you, your options weren’t looking good.
You try to think of a way out of this, as more fingers curl round the bottom of your jumper, grabbing it and pulling up, away from you’re the bottom of your stomach. Soon you can’t even see your quickly uncovering legs, as the jumper is pulled further up. You realise that now Mark and every other boy looking at that screen has probably realised that your exciting grey lacey panties match your bra – you must look like such a sl*t too them.
Your limbs stretched out along the bed, as you now become like Molly, and begin to surrender control. You feel your jeans slowly move further down your body, first exposing your panties, then your bare skin below your panties, before reaching your feet. As the jeans slither off, you shudder to think you’re once again just in thin material from the waist down. The grey against the white lace must surely be noticeable, even on the webcam, and you start to think this choice of underwear definitely brings bad luck to you.
You feel even worse as the jumper is simultaneously lifted past your chest, over your head (much smoother than Molly’s torso wear, no?) and then along your arms. How is it that in seconds you went from a position to strength, watching and enjoying another girl ending up in her panties, to a position of complete and utter weakness, laid out in only your underwear, and in a position where covering up was not an option. With your hands pulled out way above your head, you were very conscious of your lacey bra covered breasts sticking up in the air. Surely the boys would see your nipples through the material? This has become a mess!
As you lay there, now in only in your last 2 pieces of cover, the fully dressed girls started to fulfil Jemma’s orders. You were turned over, you face once again eating duvet, with your butt facing the webcam. It’s like you can almost feel the boy’s eye’s staring directly at your panty clad ass. What a night they had had. Mark had done well.
You feel hands slowly unclasp your bra. You heart sinks. What you had lucky managed to avoid in PE was now happening now. In a matter of seconds a bunch of people you barely even knew were about to see your breasts, without your permission. How did you let this happen, you again think, kicking yourself.
Your bra is unclasped, but for now Jemma does not order them to remove it. Instead it stays merely undone, but it is still on. You briefly wonder if this is almost worse, the calm before the storm perhaps. You hear Jemma whisper something about proving something to her girls, and then feel a great weight suddenly impose itself on you. Jemma had maneuverered herself into a position where she sat on your back, facing the webcam, hands sitting both firmly and comfortably on your bum. Jemma wasn’t even fat, but for whatever reason, you felt yourself start to breathe faster under the pressure. You could feel the cotton material of her shiny leggings on your back. Shit.
She spoke to Mark. “So, seeing as you held your part of the deal, by stripping Alex and giving him one colossal wedgie, I’m gonna do the same. The only thing is, I think this b*tch needs a real bad one, so I’m gonna make it hurt her. Is that okay Marky?”
Her tone had changed. It’s as if the opportunity of gaining more attention and putting you into pain had improved her mood. And confidence. It sounded like Jemma was bossing Mark around again. You almost want to laugh at “Marky”. Pfft.
“That’s completely cool with us, right guys?” Mark said. You could almost see the smile and anticipation on his face. Shit. Did this mean you were gonna end up naked, but through a wedgie? How could this be more humiliating? Stripped and wedgied in front of girls and boys that you will see tomorrow? Shit, Shit, Shit.
And with that, you felt Jemma’s hands slowly crawl along the bottom of your back, gradually reaching your underwear. Her fingers slowly wrapped around the lace, and you felt her intake some air. Jemma took a deep breath, before grabbing hold of the lace, and leaning back.