Quote:
Originally Posted by jennifer-k
hi, im new to this site and iv got a serious fantasy about being in a catfight and losin every stitch of my clothing, so im totally loving this forum
|
Here is a story you might like Jennifer. I think this was on the teen pantsing pranks website. I hope you enjoy!!!
From a girl named Pam:
I have been checking this site for a couple of months because I was hoping to
find that another girl had suffered as bad a fate as I did one night in
college. I thought if other girls had gone through this type of experience,
it would make me feel better about mine. Instead, I just feel worse since I
think mine is the worst catfight defeat I've heard yet. But maybe, just
maybe, I thought some other girl is like me and is doing what I'm doing and
now may be encouraged to share. So, here goes.
It was late spring of my junior year in college and I was at a frat party.
I'd had a few beers and was feeling pretty good. I'd been getting along well
with a great looking senior guy for about a half-hour when this arrogant
blonde freshman with big tits decided she wanted him. She also appeared to
have had quite a few beers and was flirting shamelessly right in front of me.
She and I started sniping at each other with catty insults and the guy seemed
to be enjoying it.
I couldn't believe the insolence of this girl. She was what, 18 or 19, giving
me this crap? She was about 5' 6", admittedly pretty (in a beach bunny way),
with a nice tan and big boobs (full C or maybe even D-cup) and her name was
Amy. She had on a low-cut white tank top and short purple shorts. I am 5' 8",
120 lbs. with long brown hair, long sexy legs, a dark tan and I have a B-cup
chest. I had on a yellow T-shirt and a blue miniskirt. I am considerered very
pretty, but this guy kept gawking at Amy's big chest.
When the guy went to get us more beers, I told her to back off and find
someone her own age to play with. Amy didn't back down at all. She was in my
face with a challenging attitude. I was taller and older and figured I could
intimidate her. Running out of time before the guy would return, I threatened
her. She then pushed me with her hand, causing me to spill some of my beer on
myself. I retaliated by throwing the rest of my beer at her chest. As she
looked down at her soaked top, I told her she was at the wrong party-- the
wet T-shirt contest was at the SAE house.
Amy hauled off and slapped my face and the brawl was on. I grabbed her hair,
determined to put this little b###h in her place. She grabbed my hair and my
T-shirt while I tried to slap at her head. A crowd quickly gathered around
us. Those of you who have ever been to a frat party know that no one tried to
stop us. In fact, guys were shouting encouragement and even other girls were
cheering us on.
I tried to trip her, but we both fell down together and began rolling around
on the dirty floor. Amy was pulling at my T-shirt, trying to rip it off, so I
grabbed her big boobs and squeezed them hard. She shrieked and kicked me. I
rolled away from her and tried to get up, but as I did, she grabbed the back
of my little skirt with both hands and ripped it off of me. The guys went
crazy, cheering for Amy.
The blonde stood there with a cocky grin on her face, holding my skirt. I
knew it was pointless to grab for it -- she'd just toss it away. I was
embarrassed to be standing there in my white thong panties (especially since
I had bikini bottom -- not thong-- tan lines to contrast with my dark tan),
but I didn't want anyone to know I was embarrasssed, so I shouted at her,
"That was a big mistake, b###h!"
She just sneered, "Why is that?"
"Because now I'm gonna strip your freshman butt naked, that's why!" I blurted
out. I was instantly sorry I'd said it. The guys loved it and it assurred
that no guy would lift a finger to stop this fight, no matter what; worse
still, I had now thrown down the gauntlet for the ultimate high-stakes
catfight: a strip-fight. This likely wouldn't be over now until one of us was
nearly naked. I still thought I could kick her ass, but I was worried that I
might lose more clothing in the process -- and that thought was scaring me.
As I glared at Amy, I was concerned because my threat was at least supposed
to scare the younger, shorter girl, but she showed no fear.
I charged at her and grabbed her top, breaking both shoulder straps, and
pulled it down. She grabbed my hair with both hands. Her top was at her
stomach, but she had on a sturdy white bra underneath. I grabbed her bra and
yanked at it, trying to rip it off and get this freshman topless, figuring
the embarrassment of having her big tits out for all to see would quickly end
her will to fight. However, her bra was stretching, but not breaking, and the
hair-pulling was getting unbearable for me. I was bent over, trying to stop
the hair-pulling. But then I felt her pulling my top up my back -- she was
trying to get it off over my head. There wasn't much I could do, staggering
and following my hair in whatever direction she pulled. Withing seconds, my
top was covering my head, but I was determined not to lose it. All I could
see was the inside of my T-shirt when I felt her unhook the back of my bra.
That really scared me. I didn't want my breasts exposed, so I had to let my
shirt come completely off. That at least stopped the hair-pulling as I stood
up and brushed the hair from my face.
For the first time, I considered that I might lose...to a blonde...two years
younger...a freshman...in front of all these guys...and (My God!) be stripped
naked. The very thought made me tremble.
I was in a very vulnerable position: in my underwear with my bra unhooked. I
started backing away from her to put my hands behind my back to re-hook my
bra. If I could secure my bra, then I could attack her bra and just get it
down -- I was sure this big-chested freshman was at least as scared as I was
to be stripped topless. But when she saw my trying to re-hook my bra, she
attacked. I had to put my hands back in front to defend myself and my bra.
Sensing my fear (and modesty), Amy went straight for my bra. I crossed my
arms in front of my chest and bent forward. She couldn't get a good grip on
my bra so she used one hand to slap at my head, sides, arms and stomach while
trying to pull at my bra with the other. I turned sideways to make it still
harder, waiting for a chance to go back on the offensive.
It was at that moment when I felt a tug at my panties. At first, I didn't
realize what was happening, but I soon discovered that she had a hold of them
and was pulling hard. I took one arm away from my chest and reached for my
panties or her hand to fend her off, but then I heard a tearing sound and
felt them break apart. I tried to cover myself and back away, but she managed
to rip my skimpy thong panties completely off.
I was in shock. I was standing there, bottomless, in nothing but my unhooked
bra. I had one hand between my legs and the other holding my bra to my chest.
I could feel my face burning bright red with embarrassment. I felt
defenseless and completely vulnerable. I knew I had lost. I couldn't keep
fighting like this. I had been defeated in front of all these people by a
smaller blonde freshman. My only option was to retreat with what little
dignity I had left. I remember thinking that at least the frat guys had only
seen my bare tan-lined ass -- the rest was still (tenuously) covered.
Amy, looking very pleased with herself, stepped towards me. She noticed that
one of the shoulder straps of her low-cut bra had fallen off her shoulder,
exposing one of her nipples, so she quickly pulled her strap back up. I
mustered whatever authority I could in my voice and announced. "Okay, that's
enough. It's over." But she just smiled at me and she said, "But wait, didn't
you say you were going to strip my freshman butt naked? -- Isn't that what
you said?"
"I didn't mean it. It's over," I stammered.
"Oh yes you did, and it's not over -- you're not naked" she replied loudly.
The drunk frat guys were all charged up and cheered Amy on. I couldn't
beliexve it was happening. "Please, no. Let's end this," I said, my voice
shaking, "you win."
But she ingored me and slapped my face. I kept myself covered, but she did it
again -- even harder, and grabbed my hair, and threw me to the floor. Then
she grabbed my long hair again and sn*tched my bra away from my breasts. I
was now completely nude.
The blonde pulled me back to my feet by my hair. I stood there, my scalp on
fire with one arm covering my tan-lined breasts and my other hand between my
legs, still trying to cover myself. I started to cry and she started
ridiculing me. She ordered me to drop my hands to my sides. I complied -- in
total shame. She shouted, "If we are ever at the same party again, you will
turn around and walk out, is that clear?"
"Yes, please let me go," I whimpered.
"And what will I do to you if you don't?" She was really enjoying performing
for the crowd and degrading me. I could hear people snickering and laughing
at me.
"Strip my junior butt naked." I answered. (I would have said anything to end
this nightmare.)
That's right. Now get the f___ out of here."
With that, she threw me down and then kicked me in the ass as I tried to get
up.
It was the most humiliating moment of my life. I lost the fight, all of my
clothes and my dignity --all in less than five minutes. This incident has
haunted me ever since so I thought discussing it anonymously might help.
Please, if anyone else has had an experience anywhere near this bad, share
it. I don't want to think that I'm the only one who's lost this badly in a
catfight.
Pam